1I woke up the next morning with my head still throbbing. Wonderful. I looked at the table next to me a noticed that my wand was on it. Cedric retrieved my wand. I must have fallen asleep before he came back. I got out of the bed and stepped onto the floor. Bad idea. The whole room felt like it was spinning. I clung onto the bed until I was sure that I would be able to walk.

"Madam Pomfrey?" I called out.

"Yes dear?" She yelled from behind a door.

"I'm free to leave right?" I asked. Please say yes.

"Yes you are." she came walking out of the room. "But be careful, and try to get as much rest as possible, your head will need it." She looked really concerned.

"I will Miss Pomfrey, promise,"I stated and smiled at her. She went back into her room. I walked over the other side of my bed and picked up my wand with my left hand. I somehow managed to levitate all of my belongings and walked them to the door.

"Thank you," I yelled in the direction of Madame Pomfrey.

"Your welcome dear," she yelled right back. Madame Pomfrey was such a mice woman. I continued to walk to the Hufflepuff common room with my objects levitating in front of me. I stated the password and walked up to my room. All my other dorm mates were still sleeping. It must still be pretty early I concluded. I set down my stuff and I walked into the bathroom, and un-bandaged my arm. The gash looked absolutely horrible. I brushed my teeth, turned on the shower and got in. It was the most painful shower I had ever taken because the water stung as it hit the gash on the right arm. After I was done I got out and changed into my regular clothes because it was a Saturday. I put on a white button-up collared short sleeved shirt with an airy white skirt that stopped directly at my knees. I also put on white socks that stopped half way up my legs and white sneakers. It was real hassle getting dressed that day. I placed my long dark brown hair in a ponytail and let my bangs fall onto my face. They weren't that long, in fact they stopped right before my eyes. I placed my wand in my sock and walked back to Madame Pomfrey. My old bandages were bloody so I had to get new ones. She re-bandaged my armed and told me to come back later that day.

I walked into the great hall to find that I was one of the few people actually there. The only other people I saw were the people on the Gryffindor Quidditch team. I guessed they had practice. I sat down at the Hufflepuff table and ate my bowl of cereal while looking at the Gryffindor team. Mr. Potter made eye contact with me and I quickly looked down. I was drinking my cereal milk with my spoon when everyone started pouring into the great hall. I was about to leave when Cedric sat down across from me at the end of the table.

"Hi Amelia," he stated smiling. He had a really nice smile.

"Hello Cedric," I responded

"Can I ask you a question?" he asked. I laughed at this.

"You just did," I stated smiling.

"Oh...well." He looked at bit embarrassed and I sort of felt bad. "Anyway," he continued while gesturing to a group of giggling girls at the middle of the table "Aren't those girls your friends?"

Those girls were certainly not my friends. In fact I didn't really have any friends, not that I really wanted any anyway. "Not they are not," I stated simply. There was a long silence before he asked in a low voice "Do you have any friends?" I don't know why this question bothered me. Why did he care any way?

"No, and–," but I wasn't able to finish because Cho Chang cut me off.

"Hi, I'm Cho" she stated as she sat down next to Cedric.

"Yes I know, I'm Amelia Darkwood" I held my left hand awkwardly in front of me for her to shake but she never took it so I placed it back at my side. I sat there listening to their conversation as I drank my milk.

"Cedric where were you last night?, I missed you," she stated in a sad voice.

"Oh, I forgot to tell you, I was with Amelia" he stated simply.

"You were with her?" she asked looking at me.

"Yeah, I mean I accidently caused her to bang her head against a wall, and the reason she has on those bandages is because of me, so I thought I should at least stay with her in the hospital wing," he explained.

"You didn't have to stay with her the whole night," she said in a whisper. Did he stay even when I was asleep? She gave me a look of fake sweetness and then she did it. She placed her hand on Cedric's face and started to kiss him on the cheek and was playing around with his hair. She was all over him without actually kissing him on the mouth. It was kind of repulsive. I felt sort of bad for him because he was just sitting there, not kissing her back. My eyes were wide and I had to get out of that room. I had never felt so uncomfortable in my entire life. Didn't she have any manners? There were first years in the room for crying out loud! If I felt uncomfortable, imagine how they must feel. I quickly got up and starting walking very quickly to the door until I looked back at them, while still walking. She was no longer kissing him but instead Cedric had a very stern look on his face while talking to Cho and– bang! I had just collided with the great hall doors and was on the floor. And once again I closed my eyes to only open them and find that I was in the arms of the one and only Mr. Potter. He was taking me to the hospital wing. No way would I be going back there.

"Mr. Potter, please put me down, before you kill yourself," I said trying to make my voice sound stern. What was he thinking? He was a third year carrying a sixth year.

"But you hit your head pretty hard, you sure you don't want to go see Madame Pomfrey?" he asked. Why in the world was he carrying me? Couldn't a teacher simply take me?

"Positive, now please set me down" And so he set me down, but this was clearly the worst idea. The room felt like it was spinning uncontrollably, and I felt my knees give out under me, and the next thing I knew I'm back on the bed I was in that morning. Fantastic.

"Miss Darkwood, this year does not seem like it's going to be on your side. It's only September and already you have been in this wing twice. Usually Mr. Potter is the one who is always in here," Madame Pomfrey said as she handed me a purple liquid.

"What is this?" I asked for it looked absolutely unpleasant.

"It will make your head feel some what better, now drink up." So I did. I looked over to the side of the bed and saw Mr. Potter there.

"Mr. Potter you don't have to be here, you should be playing quidditch, don't you have practice?" I asked. Nobody would ever leave me alone when I wanted them to.

"You can call me Harry, and I'm sure Oliver would understand." he stated. How funny! He actually thought that Quidditch obsessed Wood would actually let his seeker miss a practice.

"Mr. Po– Harry," I began "I really don't want you to miss your practice, and Mr. Wood is probably already going to kill you for being late so I suggest you go, and thank you very much for your concern."

"Are you sure?" he asked

"Absolutely, now please go," I stated and with that he left. Thank Merlin.

"Now, Miss Darkwood, you are free to go but please for Merlin's sake be careful. Another hit to your pretty little head and I'm afraid you'll have to be taken to the hospital."

"Yes Miss Pomfrey, I'll try my best to not see you again today, except for my bandages, goodbye." I made my way to the door when someone push it opened and once again I found myself on the floor, but luckily I hit my behind and not my head. Cedric came walking through the door.

"Amelia, are you alright? I'm terribly sorry," his voice was full with concern.

"I am just fine Mr. Diggory" I said as I got up and walked past him, out onto the corridor. I made sure to walk extremely slowly to make sure nothing happened.

"Wait, where are you going?" he asked

"To retrieve your notes so that I can replicate them,"I stated simply.

"Why are you walking like that?" He clearly noticed my extremely slow walking.

"Well seeing as how these past couple of days I have found my self lying on the floor more than once, I am determined to make sure it does not happen again, and seeing as how you took part in two of those incidents, I would recommend that maybe you should stay away from me." It might have sounded mean but it was true.

"I'm willing to take that chance," he added with a smile on his face. URGH Cedric.

So it took us about 15 minutes to reach the common room because of my slow walking. I got some parchment, some ink, a quill and the notes Cedric gave me yesterday by levitating them out of my room. He was sitting on the couch so I decided to sit on the wooden chair next to the couch. No way was I sitting on the same couch he was. I placed my wand back into my sock.

"That's an interesting place to keep your wand," he commented.

"Do you have any other suggestions?" I asked. He looked at what I was wearing.

"Well you could– no"he stated.

"I didn't think you would" I started to copy down Cedric's notes with my left hand.

"I can help you with that," he said

"It's alright, I mean during class no one will be helping me takes notes so I might as well try to make my writing legible so that when my arm gets better I can recopy them."

"I can help you, I mean I can copy my notes and give them to you, if you would like,"he added. He was being really nice but I had to tell him the truth.

"Cedric, that's awfully nice of you, but to be honest, you don't take very good notes, I mean there is only one sentence for transfiguration" I said pointing to the paper "how you are one of the top students is beyond me."

"My notes are just fine, thank you very much," he began and took his notes, my parchment, quill and ink away from me.

"What are you doing?" I asked

"I will personally copy them over for you, so don't worry about yesterdays notes, but for right now, lets just talk," he said simply. Talk? Talk about what?

"Talk? Talk about what?" I said my thoughts aloud.

"Anything, um, tell me about your mother, she seems nice." Since when did Cedric Diggory care about my mother?

"Well..." What was I going to say? "Well my mother is like any other, I guess. Although she's sometimes quirky and upbeat and always speaks her mind, usually." I responded.

"So I'm not your friend?" his voice seemed hurt. Where did this come from?

"What?" I asked although I had heard him perfectly.

"When I was writing that letter for your mother, you told her I wasn't your friend. I'm not your friend?" he asked again.

"Well.." URGH why did I have to answer? "Cedric I don't have any friends, not that I want them anyway, to be honest." I responded truthfully.

"So if I were to ask 'Amelia will you be my friend?' you would say no?" Did he want to be my friend?

"Well I don't know you've never asked me that."

"Okay, Amelia will you be my friend?" Why did he have to ask me that? For some reason I couldn't say no.

"Um... okay" I responded. Maybe it wouldn't be that bad to have a friend.

"Clearly you didn't mean that, if you want to be my friend say it with some enthusiasm," he looked amused. Was he seriously going to make me say it again? I guess he was.

"I want to be your friend," I stated again.

"Good, your getting there, this time a bit louder and say my name." Was he joking?

"Cedric, I want to be your friend" I stated clearly irritated.

"Okay, a little better, but this time I don't want to hear your irritation, and say my full name." Did all his friends have to do this before they actually became his friend? I didn't want to do this again so I put all my effort into it.

"Cedric Diggory I want to be your friend!!," I almost yelled at him.

"Alright, I'll be your friend if your going to yell about it," he said smiling. I almost wanted to hurt him. "Wait don't move alright?" he stated and started to walk over to where I was sitting. What was he doing? I started to lean back in my chair. He was closer now, invading my personal space. As he kept on moving towards me I kept on leaning back in my chair until my head was against the floor. Absolutely Wonderful.

I opened my eyes to find that I was not in the hospital wing but instead in an actual hospital. URGH. When I got back to school I would kill Cedric Diggory. I would. My head felt like it would explode and the room was spinning. An elderly woman walked into my room and handed me a glass of blue liquid.

"Here dear drink this." And so I did. "Since you're up would you like to see your visitors?" she asked. I had visitors?

"Um okay." I stated. The woman walked out of the room and in came my mother.

"Oh sweetheart I'm so glad you're alright, almost died when they told me you were in the hospital!"

"I'm fine mother, thank you." My mother was always a bit over dramatic.

"Thank Merlin, you are so lucky that Mr. Diggory was there to help you." Help me? He's the reason I'm here!

"Mother, Mr. Diggory is the reason I'm in this hospital!"

"Sweetheart it wasn't entirely his fault, you should have been more careful." she added. "That Diggory boy is so sweet, carried you all the way to the hospital wing and even came to visit you at the hospital." Diggory was here? Fabulous. Maybe while he's at it he'll knock me into a week long coma. "And if I might add the boy is very handsome, extremely." Why did my mother always have to speak her mind? "Any way, I'll let Mr. Diggory see you now," she stated.

"Mother please no, just tell him I'm glad he came but that I don't want to see him, he'll kill me mother." I pleaded.

"Stop being so silly, Amelia, if a boy like that wanted to spend time with me I wouldn't say no for anything." And with that she walked out of the room and in came Mr. Diggory. He closed the door behind him.

"Mr. Diggory, please don't come any closer, you are a very nice young man but I think it would be best if I weren't near you." I stated simply.

"So I'm Mr. Diggory now?" he asked.

"Well...yes."

"I see Amelia, would you believe me if I were to say sorry?" he looked at me with a sorry expression.

"Diggory, you're forgiven, now please leave" I stated. What happened to killing him?

"I don't want to leave." Since when was it his decision? He walked over to the side of my bed and held out a bouquet of white oleanders.

"They're very nice flowers Mr. Diggory, thank you...now please leave."

"Amelia I'm terribly sorry, I never meant to hurt you, I'll do anything you want." he pleaded.

URGH!

"What time is it?"I asked simply. He looked down at his watch. It was a very nice watch.

"It's 7:24am." he said

"Of what day?"

"It's Sunday" Wonderful. I spent my whole Saturday lying in bed.

"Can you please tell my mother that I would like to go back to school now?"

"Sure" he stated and placed the flowers on the table next to me and walked out of my room.

I had to stay in the hospital for a few more hours before my mother and Mr. Diggory took me back to school. The entire way there I kept on looking at my flowers. They were very pretty. Beautiful in fact. When we got to the school, I was greeted by Professor Dumbledore.

"Miss Darkwood I hope you feel better," he stated.

"Yes, much," I responded. "Well bye mother I'll see you during Christmas." I turned to her and hugged her.

"Now dear, please be careful, I don't know what I'll do if you die as well." When she said this the memory of my father's death quickly came rushing back to me but I brushed them away. She gave me one more hug and walked away.

"Now Mr. Diggory I would ask you to escort Ms. Darkwood back to your common room but I'm afraid you will earn her another trip to the hospital, so I will let miss Darkwood decide." Thank you Professor Dumbledore.

"If no one minds, I would like to walk back by myself," I stated simply.

"It's settled then," Dumbledore stated and walked away. I started to walk back to the common room when I noticed Cedric walking quietly behind me.

"Mr. Diggory you're not to walk with me."

"I'm not" he began "I'm just another hufflepuff student who happens to be walking behind you because we're both heading to the same place." How simple. I gave him a stern look and continued walking being very cautious of my surroundings. My mothers words continued to ring in my ears.

We reached the hufflepuff common room and I turned to Mr. Diggory.

"Mr. Diggory thank you for your assistance and for the flowers, they truly are beautiful, and you are one of the nicest people here, but I hope this is the last time we even exchange words." I started to walk up towards my dormitory.

"Wait, I thought we were friends?"

"That was before you landed me in the hospital, what were you doing anyway? That day I was in the chair, you walked towards me why?" I wanted a answer. He looked down sort of embarrassed.

"Well you had a piece of hair in your face, so I was going to move it out of the way, I wouldn't have attempted if I knew you were going to over react." Over react? I fell out of my chair for no good reason? I was upset by this point. I took in a deep breath.

"Good Night Mr. Diggory"

"Wait, I have to give you your notes." My notes that's right. I needed to review them before my next classes so I wouldn't be behind.

"Alright" I said and he went up to the boys dormitory. While I waited I took a seat on the couch. He eventually came down with several papers in his hands. Instead of simply handing me the papers he sat down right next me. He was sitting so close that our hands almost touched as he sat down. He was sitting much to close for my comfort, so I quickly moved to the far end of the couch.

"Did I do something wrong? Besides the obvious?" he asked. He clearly noticed that I changed my seat.

"No it's nothing I just don't feel comfortable sitting that close to you" I looked over to him. He seemed to be disappointed.

"Do you just not like sitting next to me or next to any other guy?" he asked.

"I wouldn't feel comfortable sitting that close to any other guy." Why did he care?

"Don't take this the wrong way Amelia, but have you ever had a boyfriend?" I didn't like this question, not at all.

"Well, what? Um, no," I stated in what I must admit was a frantic voice. "But it's not like I want one anyway."

"So you've never actually kissed someone?" URGH. What were all these questions getting at? And again, why did he care?

"Does it look like I've never kissed someone?" Now I was the one asking the questions.

"Is that a trick question?" he asked.

"No I want you to answer truthfully" I really did.

"Well then yes it looks like you've never been kissed by someone." His answer didn't hurt my feelings because after all it was the truth.

"Well you are right Mr. Diggory, now can I please have my notes?" I really did need to review them.

"Can you please stop calling me Mr. Diggory, it makes us seem so formal" he requested.

"So we're informal?" I asked.

"Well, I've known you for four days now, I've held more than one conversation with you, I've carried you in my arms more than once, and I've met your mother. I think that makes us informal," he stated with a smile. A really nice smile.

"Well to clear things up, you've known me for three because I fell down Thursday night not morning, I don't consider our conversations anything more than q and a, those two times you've carried me I wasn't conscience, both people need to be conscience in order for it to count, and as for my mother, you would have never meet her had it not been for you trying to move a strand of hair out of my face, which you didn't even accomplish." Why was I being so mean?

"Yet I've still known you for several days, I have spoken to you, I did carry you and you don't need to be conscience in order for it to count, either way you were still in my arms wether you remember it or not, as for your mother you make a very good point, but" he leaned over so that his face was next to mine and moved a strand of hair away from my face and placed it behind my ear. His fingertips touching my skin felt like electric current. "..now I have moved a strand of hair out of your face." I was in a little bit of a shock. He moved away from my face. "Now that I've proven that we are informal, you can call me Cedric, like you did at one point." he stated. That was before you landed me in the hospital.

"Alright Ced-er-ric" I purposely stretched his two syllable name into a three syllable one, but I didn't say it in a mean or nasty tone. Cedric looked down at my lap where I had placed the beautiful flowers he had given me. "You should place those in some water."he stated.

"Yes, I should." I got up from the couch and Cedric handed me my notes.

"Thank you Cedric," I stated.

"For what?" he asked.

"For everything you've done although, you know... most of it was your fault," I smiled at him.

"You know Amelia, you look really pretty when you smile."

"Thank you," I stated and walked up to my dormitory. Once there I collapsed on my bed. What? It had been a long day.

Cedric on the other hand stayed on the couch thinking about how when he slightly touched Amelia's face, it felt like electric current.