Disclaimer: I only own Dresden Marks. All else belongs to J.K. Rowling.
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I found myself in a field. A field as vast as the eye can see with mountains bearing down in the unfathomable distance. I was surprised to be here of all places. To me, it was perfect. The field was made of violets, the most vibrant violets I had ever seen, they appeared techna colour. The white porch swing I was sitting on was suspended in mid air, the chains leading up into the sky. The sky that was the most equisite blue the world had ever seen.
"I was wondering when you would get here." I heard a voice say behind me, the most perfect voice I had heard in all my life. I turned to look upon the man. He was exactly as I knew him the first time we met. The image of perfection, with a smirk on his face. What I would come to call 'my smirk'.
"I didn't know you were expecting me." I said as he moved around the swing and stopped right in front of me.
"Of course I was. Who else but you would I wait for but you?" He responded. He placed his warm hand on my cheek and I closed my eyes at the sensation of his touch. And just like the first time we had kissed, his lips came crashing down onto mine. Responding immediately to him my hands flew up and my finger wrapped themselves in his brown hair. My legs wrapped around him, pulling him closer, never wanting to let go. The hand that was on my cheek was now working its way down my neck and to my back. I moaned as he suddenly pulled me closer to him, enhancing the contact between us. He took the opportunity to slid his tongue into my mouth. My core grew even warmer and my stomach tightened as he explored ever part of me.
I found myself needing to breath, but I was reluctant to break free. At that moment however he moved his mouth from mine and worked his way along my jaw and down my neck. He now placed his other hand on my knee and worked his way slowly, tortuously, up my thigh and under my skirt. He stopped his movement at my inner thigh, so close to my center. I wanted his touch so badly I felt as if I were in fire. He messaged my inner thigh, my panties becoming soaked with my excitement.
"Cedric....please." I breathed. At that moment his hand moved exactly to where I wanted it.
I opened my eyes at that moment, waking from what had to arguably be the best dream in history.
"No, go back to sleep. Go back to sleep." I said as I closed my eyes tightly, willing myself back to the nonexistent field. Back to Cedric. I lied there on my bed, hoping that if I stay still enough I could return. My hopes were not answered. I got up and grabbed my towel and toiletries and headed off to the showers.
It wasn't until I got in the stall and started to wash my hair that the conversation Hermione and I had the previous night came back to light. I stood there with my hands in my lathered hair, void of movement. I tried to recall if I had made a decision before falling asleep.
Nothing came to me.
I finished washing, all the while thinking of what to do.
'Help best friend if he needs it. Help possible lover if he needs it.'
'Friend...Lover...Friend...Lover'
I finally decided that worrying about this was completely useless. There were no rules saying I could only support one person I cared about.
Besides, they might be able to get along just fine on their own. Harry still has Ron and Hermione. And Cedric has to be one of the smartest wizards I know.
Once dressed I headed down to the common room completely satisfied with myself and optimistic for the coming day. Seeing that it was still to early for anyone else to be up, yet in perfect time to head to the Great Hall, I decided upon getting some breakfast.
As I was walking down the corrodor I could hear someone talking.
"What's the problem? I know you like me. I know you want me." She said.
"Please, will you stop this?" Cedric said sounding extremely on edge. I knew by the sound of his voice that whatever she (whoever she was) was doing wasn't what Cedric wanted. Yet I couldn't help feeling hurt that someone was speaking to him this way. Speaking to him as if he were theirs. I quickened my pace toward the two and found them once I rounded the corner. I stopped and took in the scene. Cho Chang had cornered Cedric into the wall. Her hands on either side of him, leaning in closely. Too closely. They both turned to look at me. Cedric looked at me and relief filled him at once. I however was still on edge seeing as Cho had not moved from her position in front of Cedric. I turned my attention to her and at once she backed away. Cedric moved away from her and to me, immediately grabbing my face with both of his hands forcing me to look up at him.
"Dresden, pay no attention to her." Being told not to do something, I immediately looked back over to Cho. She looked at me, hatred in her eyes. Her dark eyes bearing down on me as if I were now her enemy. Perhaps I was.
"So am I old news now Cedric? You tease me then throw me away." Cho said.
Cedric didn't respond. He just simply grabbed my hand and lead me away from her.
We got to the Great Hall and sat down next to each other. Being away from Cho and her taunting and teasing I felt more like myself. I scooped some eggs and sausage on to my plate and started to eat. Cedric just sat next to me, starring at me.
"What?" I asked, some toast still in my mouth.
"You didn't react the way a normal girl would. You aren't now even." He answered.
"I think I acted very out of character." I said. "It's not like me to just stand there and say nothing."
"Yes well, anyone else would have screamed something. They would still be doing so now."
"I can if you want me to. Although I must warn you it will only be half hearted screaming. I'm a terrible actress." I said. And for once, I was happy to see 'my smirk'.
"So you don't care what Cho wanted."
"It's obvious what she wanted." I said returning to my breakfast. "And it was also quite obvious what you wanted. That's the part I'm focusing on."
"That's the part I want you to focus on. You should also be focusing on helping Harry." I looked at him knowing full well what he meant, yet confused at the sudden statement. " I know you have to be confused as to what to do. With one of your best friends and in the tournament, and your..." He paused at this, searching for the right word to call himself. What he thought he was through my eyes. And to be perfectly honest, I didn't know what he was to me, or I to him. After he could not decipher how I saw him, he resorted to asking. "What am I? t you I mean." He clarified, knowing my tendency toward sarcasm.
"Well, what am I?"
"You are....you are, I don't know."
"You don't know." I repeated after him. not questioning the statement, just processing the statement.
"Yes. You are very important to me. I know that. I also know that I don't want anyone else other than you. Calling you my girlfriend however, makes this feel juvinile."
"Juvinile?" This I did question.
"A relationship that isn't a relationship, simply two teenagers with raging hormones."
"We are two teenagers with raging hormones. And, girlfriend is the common term. no matter what age you are."
"Yes well, you are not common. I simply see you as...mine."
"Yes?" I asked.
"Yes. do you find that disagreeable? That I think of you as mine."
"No. I am yours. As you are mine?"
"Yes, I am yours...completely." He said as I went to take another bite of my toast. He then placed his hand on my knee, freezing me as flashes of my dream came flooding back to me. "What?" He asked, taking his hand off my knee, realizing that this was the trigger.
"No, it's nothing." I said trying to keep my voice even. The toughts of my dream fueling my excitment once more. I set my toast on my plate, no longer in the mood for food.
"What are you thinking?" The one question I didn't want him to ask, and he did. I couldn't make anything up at this point. Nothing that would believably make me loose my appatite and still my motions to the point of being overly cautious.
"I-It's just something I remembered. From earlier...before I ran into you."
"And what would that be?" His hand was now back on my knee. Adding fuel to the fire. He moved closer till his chest was pressed right up against my side. He used his other hand to tuck my hair behind my ear, sending the most pleasurable tingle down my body. He then leaned in, his lips now grazing softly against my ear as her spoke. "We're all alone in here. You can tell me."
I turned my head to him, my lips to his. I kissed him hungrily. Wanting him despratly to move his hand up my thigh as he had in my dream. He returned the kiss with fervor. I turned, wrapping my arms around his neck, pulling him closly to me. I got what I wished for as he then started to move his hand up my thigh. He was half way up when he stopped, pulling my lower half closer to him. I moaned into him once more at the sudden action.
"Wow." We heard toward the entrance into the Great Hall. Cedric pulled away as we realized we were not alone anymore.
"You've got to be kiding me!" I yelled breathlessly so it only came out loud enough for me and Cedric to hear. We looked over to see who had joined us in the hall. Standing there was Hermione and Ginny.
Of course
They started to walk over to join us, but hesitated as they got closer.
"It's fine, you can join us." I said
"We just weren't sure if you wanted to...You know, keep using the Great Hall as your own private bedroom." Ginny said sitting across form us. Hermione soon sat next to Ginny. We sat in acward silence, none of us quite sure hoe to begin a conversation at this point. That was until Hermione spoke quite suddenly.
"So, Cedric...ummm. Do you like her?" Hermione asked with difficulty.
"What?" Cedric and I said together.
"No, it's just...Dresden's my best friend. I just need to know. It appears so, I just need to hear it." Hermione said.
I looked up at Cedric. Then thought it better not to at this point and looked quickly away. I wasn't for long though as he once again grabbed my chin forcing me to look at him. He starred down into my eyes before he answered Hermione's question.
"Yes. I do like you. More than you could possibly fathom." He answered as if I were the one who had asked the question. He had a way of leaving me speachless. And this was one of those moments.
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Harry had been informed that the first task of the Triwizard Tournament was to involve a dragon for each of the contestants to thwart. And November 24th came in the blink of an eye. Hermione and I stood next to each other in the stands. I could barley move let alone speak that entire day. Hermione knowing me the best, tried relentlessly to relax the tention I seem to be surrounded in.
"Dresden, It's going to be alright. Harry knows what he's doing." She said, faulting slightly in her own words. I didn't say anything, I just waited. I waited to see the fate of two of the dearest people I knew.
Finally the cannon sounded, and the tournament began.