A/N: Hi guys! Wow, I'm gobsmacked at the amount of feedback I'm lucky enough to be getting! Thanks!
In response to Blaise being a boy. I know. I like boy!Blaise fanfics for they make him quite fanciable but my Blaise is a girl. No-one picked up on the gender confusion quips I placed? Ah nevermind. She's a girl in my fic!
Chapter Four - Captain Diggory.
Cedric sat in the Head Boy and Girl common room hardly believing his luck. Opposite him, smoothing her hair in front of a huge gold mirror hung above the fireplace was Celeste Summerby, fellow Hufflepuff and gracious beauty.
Celeste was one of those girls who had spent her life feeling awkward and shy about herself until a year ago when she suddenly started to become quite popular among the young Hogwarts men. Of course, if enough people tell you that you're pretty, you'll start to believe it.
So here Cedric sat, on a well used but comfortable sofa watching Celeste's back and thanking whoever for granting him such a wish. He'd be working very closely with Ms Summerby this year for she was the new Head Girl.
"So, don't know where McGonagall is," Celeste sighed in her light voice as she turned from the mirror and faced Cedric. Cedric didn't reply straight away, he was too involved with how short her skirt was and how tight her shirt was…
"Ced? Hello?" Celeste laughed, turning and looking at the floor where she assumed he was looking.
"Hmm?" He said, startled. "Oh, I, sorry. I thought I saw a spider," Cedric replied, the first thing popping into his head.
"A spider!" Celeste squeaked and dived toward Cedric, plopping herself down forcefully next to him, causing the cushions to sag and Cedric to lean in on her.
"Oh sorry," Cedric apologised, blushing as he found his hand resting on the top of her thigh so he could steady himself.
"It's ok. Really," Celeste said quietly, looking into his eyes. Cedric held her gaze for a short while and decided her eyes were truly beautiful, a fantastic sky blue riddled with lightening bolts of silver.
Cedric moved his head ever so slightly, tilting it to one side. He really, really wanted to kiss her and a part of him believed he could actually win the bet with this girl. Maybe even tonight if he blushed enough at the right times…
"You have the most beautiful eyes," Cedric whispered, his voice low. He could almost hear her melting beside him.
Celeste sighed wistfully and fluttered her eyes shut, meaning only one thing.
Cedric had almost touched her lips with his when the common door flew open and in stepped Professor McGonagall, as foreboding as ever.
The pair flew apart and the professor set her mouth into a thin bemused smile.
Cedric slumped back into the pillows, cursing McGonagall's timing as Celeste smiled sweetly and perched on the edge of the sofa with her hands folded in her lap, a picture of the perfect student.
"Summerby? Nice choice, for a Hufflepuff hog," Marcus shrugged, clipping stray twigs from the end of his broom.
"We don't have hogs. Besides, Celeste is a very beautiful girl," Cedric bristled. "Now."
"Probably still painfully shy though. I remember when Sprout asked her to pass her some shears in third year. She cried for five days because everyone looked at her," Marcus explained. "Oh, for the love of -," He cursed, for he had clipped off rather a substantial amount of twig by mistake. The two boys were sat in the Slytherin changing room later that night for their usual chat.
"Serves you right," Cedric said, smiling. "Anyway, found yours yet?"
"Uh huh," Marcus said, not looking up.
"Care to share?"
"Blaise Zabini."
Cedric did not reply for he was too busy choking on the tongue he had almost swallowed through shock.
"Blaise Zabini?" He echoed, mouth wide open.
"Oh yeah, you're the picture of high school heart throb at the minute," Marcus replied sarcastically. Cedric remembered himself and closed his mouth, trying to compose himself.
"Wasn't she a boy when she started Hogwarts though?" Cedric asked childishly.
"No," Marcus replied curtly. "It was the hair. And the nose. She just was more boyish than some."
"Yeah, than some boys," Cedric said quietly. "Anyway, she's a maniac isn't she?"
"Yep," Marcus replied, still fixing his broom.
"Merlin," Cedric shuddered, his hand flying to his groin protectively. "You brave boy."
"The chase makes the kill all the much sweeter, don't they say?" Marcus asked, laying down his broom.
"They do and I'm saying there will most certainly be a kill if you're involving Blaise Zabini. If she found out Flint, my man, she'd eat you inside out."
"Hopefully," Marcus grinned, leaning back against the wall with his hands behind his head.
Cedric rolled his eyes. "I asked for that."
"Yep," Marcus agreed, closing his eyes.