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Not just handsome

Chapter 2

Hermione was still lying on top of Cedric on the ground and did not have the slightest idea what she was supposed to do. Usually she did not walk around landing on top of boys.

That was a very bad situation for an insecure teenager like her.

She had to get up, of course, but for some reason she did not want to. He really would make a great mattress, not soft, but not too hard, either.

She also knew that she would have a lot of explaining to do when she got up and she was anything but ready to face Cedric.

Had he heard everything she had said? He probably thought that she had a huge crush on him. Well, now was the perfect time to admit that she indeed had a crush on him. But was there one girl at this school who had no crush on Cedric? He was perfect, handsome, athletic, smart, charismatic and smart.

But she should not start hoping he would fall in love with her this very moment like in all these muggle movies she watched at home. Movies in which the loser got the beauty queen and the nerdy girl got the most popular girl at school, because he realized that only matters what is in the person and not the outer appearance. Then they lived happily ever after with two and a half perfect children, a perfect golden retriever and a perfect house with a white picket fence. She was too mature and realistic to believe in fairytales. If she had not fallen on top of him he would not have given her a second glance.

Hermione knew that she was not pretty with her horribly bushy hair and her too long front teeth. She never cared about how she looked because she knew it was not important. There were more important things to think about than her hair like education and other people's feelings.

Why should he want to be her when he could have Cho Chang? Every boy liked her, even Harry. She had perfect hair, a perfect smile, a perfect styling, just like Cedric. They were a match made in heaven. Hermione could already see their perfect children in her inner eye.

She was thinking so hard about all these things that she did not even notice that she had been lying on top of Cedric for three or more minutes with her eyes closed. Cedric started getting a little worried. Maybe she had a concussion or was unconscious.

"Granger, Hermione, are you alright?"

He put his arms around her waist so he could turn her onto her back, but then she suddenly opened her eyes and blushed even deeper if that was even possible. Then she got up so quickly, that she lost her balance and fell onto her bottom. Ron looked rather angry while Harry was almost dying from laughter. At least somebody was having fun at her expense.

Cedric got up quickly and helped her up like at the quidditch world cup. It was like his hand was burning and Hermione had the feeling and let go of his hand as soon as she possibly could. That gave him the impression like it was disgusting for her to touch him or maybe she was just as surprised as he was.

He never had such feeling before in his entire life. His hand was still tingling.

This was really something he should seriously think about. Later, when he was alone.

That scene made Ron look even angrier than before. Did they have to stare at each other the whole day? He did not like this look Cedric gave Hermione one bit. Because they were friends. Not because he was jealous or something. And he really did not have the urge to break Cedric nose because he had put his arms around he waist, he just wanted to protect her, like an older brother.

Meanwhile Hermione was having other problems. She was busy trying to find something to say, but her brain was not working properly.

"You know my name.", was all she could say which made Harry laugh so hard that he got a hiccough like a little boy. Cedric shot him a quick glance to shut him up, but he had his eyes closed so he could not see it.

"Why shouldn't I know your name? We talked on the quidditch world cup, remember?", he answered smiling.

"I, ah, I know." Suddenly he held two fingers in front of her face.

"How many?"

"Excuse me?"

"How many finger?"

"Why?"

"Because you look a little confused. How many?"

"Two. I am so sorry that I knocked you down. Are you hurt?"

"No, I'm fine. You don't have to apologize, it was an accident. Hey Harry, why don't you and Ron go to class already? I don't think you want to let Hagrid wait for you." Harry turned around, but Ron still stood there looking like a fish without water.

"What about Hermione?"

"I think I should get her to the hospital wing. She still looks a little confused."

"Come on, Ron." Harry had to pull him away but he still turned around to see what they were doing.

"Did I already mention how incredibly sorry I am. I'm so, so, so sorry."

"Yes, you did. Did I already mention that you should stop apologizing?"

"I guess." She was still so incredibly embarrassed by the whole situation. " Mmh, I think you can go to class now, I don't have to go to the hospital wing."

"I know you don't, I just wanted to talk to you alone." He smiled and Hermione could swear she forgot her surname.

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