notes: i wasn't really planning on continuing, at least not for a while but, yeah, here it is.
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She finds him sitting near the lake—the exact same place they talked—if you can call that talking—about a week ago.
She finds she is rather nervous—whether it is because of her talk with Sirius last night (which means Sirius is back in the country and she will kill him with her bare hands if he gets caught by the ministry) or because what Hagrid showed her last night (dragons, real, fucking, gigantic dragons) or if it is simply because she is about to talk to Cedric (who is very, very handsome, she thinks) she does not know.
She decides on the dragons, because she is Hyacinth Potter, and there is no way she is afraid of talking to a boy—no matter how good-looking or charming or—or—he is.
She pinches her thumb, idly plays with her fingers, wrangling them with each other. She takes a deep breath, straightens her shoulders and raises her head. She makes her way towards Cedric.
He looks back when he hears her footsteps. He grins at the sight of her. His smile is carefree, and showing all his teeth and it makes her smile too. She thinks how different —and yet almost the same—this is from their last meeting in this place.
She sits down next to him. She bites her lower lip. She sighs.
"I know what the first task is." she blurts out, and flinches. She squeezes her eyes shut together in annoyance.
When she opens them, Cedric is looking at her, his eyes wide.
"W. .hat? Ho—how?" he stutters.
She shakes her head, her hair flying. "It doesn't matter. I have ways. And Fleur and Krum probably, already know too. Listen, the first task," She breathes out, huffing. It feels like it is hurting her physically to say it out loud. "The first task is dragons. One for each of us. We have to—have to fight them, I think."
Cedric's jaw drops, his mouth formes an 'o', his skin pale and his eyes even wider than before. She almost wishes she had a camera, just to capture his expression and remember it later in the future.
"D. .dragons? Are they what—are they crazy?"
She sighs. She carelessly runs her hand through her tangled hair.
"I think they are—a bit, yeah." she nods.
He scoffs, "A bit?"
She gives him a bitter smile and says sardonically, "At least you chose to compete, didn't you?"
He winces, "If I knew there were going to be dragons, I don't think I would."
She laughs at that—because no one actually sane would. "No you wouldn't. The only one who would willingly fight a dragon would probably be a Gryffindor, don't you think? And I don't see you wearing red and gold, Diggory." she grins.
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notes#2: reviews would be nice.