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So sorry it took me so long to put this up, so much stuff has been happening, like Twilight for example! Have you guys seen the movie? I loved it! What did you guys think of it? I think my obsession with Robert Pattinson has gotten bigger. Well, anyways, enjoy this chapter!

Chapter 7:

Father Troubles

Well, the house was officially relative free, since she left for Hogwarts about four days ago. Now all that was left to do was finish planning the wedding and then count down the days. And hope my dad would loosen up soon. Seriously, I was growing up and after the wedding Cedric and I would be getting our own place. I couldn't wait for that because, as much as I loved him, my dad was seriously getting on my nerves. Right now, he was giving me an earful on why it was important to have job, like he had been since the day in Diagon Alley.

I groaned in annoyance.

"Yeah, I got it dad, I'll get a job next time I go to Diagon Alley," I sighed, hoping that would get me out of this.

"No, we're going now." He said.

"Dad, no, Cedric's going to be home soon." I said, I really wanted to be here when he got back and not in Diagon Alley, wondering aimlessly for a job when Cedric came home. My dad glowered at nothing. He had done a terrible job at hiding his dislike of Cedric over the past few days.

"Do you really think he can support you with his job?" I was shocked.

"Dad, it's a temporary job, he's going to get a much better job," he had told me himself that he wanted to be a Quidditch player and I had full faith in him. But apparently my father didn't, I could tell by the way he snorted after I said it. That was it. I started stomping to my room.

"Hey, Chloe, I'm not done yet," he called after me.

"Well, I am," I replied as I reached my bedroom. I whirled around to face him. "And I'm getting married, weather you like it or not." And with it, I walked into the bedroom and slammed the door in his face. I used a sticking charm to stick the door.

"Chloe, open this door right now," my father called.

"No! Go away!" I yelled back as I sat on my bed. I waited for a few minutes to see if my Dad would life the jinx I did to the door, but he didn't, so I didn't have to stupefy him. It would probably get me in big trouble, but I don't really care right now. I picked up the book Cedric had got me and laid on my bed, propped up by the headboard. I don't know how many times I've read this book, and it wasn't because it was my favorite, it's because it's from Cedric.

I read for a little while longer when I heard someone trying to open the door.

"Who's there?" I asked, grabbing my wand.

"It's me, can you open the door?" I recognized Cedric's voice immediately. I quickly unstuck the door and opened it with a flick of my wand. Cedric looked dead on his feet, as he did everyday when he got home from work lately.

"Are you okay?" I asked, moving to the other side of the bed, knowing full well he would be lucky to even make it to the bed. I got a groan in response as he flopped on the bed. Who would've thought that the great Cedric Diggory would be this exhausted by a job when he played Quidditch and entered the Triwizard Tournament? It was kind of amusing. I chuckled as I closed the door with my wand and put the sticking charm back on. It didn't escape Cedric's notice.

"Who are you trying to keep out?" He asked.

"Daddy dearest," I answered. "I mean, I love the man, but we've just been clashing lately and I don't feel like hearing another lecture on the importance of having a job," I continued. "So I was thinking maybe we could go out for dinner tonight? I don't really feel like sitting next to my father right now," my answer was light snoring. I looked over at Cedric. He was out like a light.

"Or not," I chuckled as I began to absentmindedly play with his hair while reading my book.

It was probably an hour or so later when someone knocked on my door. I quickly snatched up my wand again.

"Whose there?" I asked, cautiously.

"Chloe, it's your mother, can you please open your door?" Oh, it was just my mother, that's a relief.

"Yeah," I said, un-sticking the door. "It's open," I put my wand down and continued to tangle my fingers in Cedric's hair, he never stirred. My mother walked in and shut the door. She smiled as the peaceful, sleeping Cedric caught her eye.

"Poor boy, he's working himself to death." She said, walking around to my side of the bed.

"Yeah, I think he needs to take a break,"

"Did you tell him that?"

"No," I answered.

"Why not?"

"Because, he'd just argue about it. He's determined to make a good life for me," I couldn't hide the smile there. "And you know, sometimes it's like wrestling with a pig in the mud, the more you do it and you soon come to realize that he enjoys it," That was no lie, all of arguments-which were very few-often ended in laughter and lips on lips.

"He loves you very much," my smile grew wider.

"Yeah, I can't believe I spent six years thinking I hated him." I said. My mother chuckled.

"Well, I came to tell you dinner is ready," I grimaced at the thought of my father casting glares to Cedric.

"Can you bring our dinner here? I kind of don't feel like talking to dad," I said.

"Ah yes, your father told me about your little outburst,"

"Well, he won't leave me alone about this stupid job thing! It's annoying!" I exclaimed loudly as I got off the bed, leaving my book open on the bed. Surprisingly, Cedric did not wake. He stayed in his peaceful slumber.

"I know sweetie, I'll bring your dinner in," she replied.

"Thanks mom,"

"Anytime," she started towards the door before turning around to face me. "But your going to have to open the door for me because unlike you and your father, I don't have magical powers," I laughed.

"Of course mom," she smiled before opening the door, walking out and closing the door behind her. I didn't bother sticking it because my mother wouldn't let my father enter. Instead, I focused my attention on waking Cedric up so he could eat.

"Cedric," I said, gently shaking him. No response. "Cedric," I repeated louder, shaking him a little harder. I got a groan in response. "Okay, now I know you're awake, so you might as well just get up." He groaned again and turned over onto his stomach. "Okay, fine," I said shrugging. "You just ruined my other way to get you up," he knew what I meant by that and immediately turned over. I laughed and leaned down, pressing my lips to his. He kissed back, a sure sign he was awake, and wrapped his arms tightly around me, pulling me on top of him. I tangled my fingers in his hair as we deepened the kiss.

A kick on the door made us break apart. We both groaned as I got up to answer it. It was my mom with our food.

"Here's your food honey," she said, handing me the two plates.

"Thanks mom, perfect timing," I said sarcastically.

"Oh, sorry honey," she said, catching onto what I meant immediately.

"It's okay, there are going to be many more like that." I replied. "And better!" I added. My mother and Cedric laughed.

"Well, don't tell your father about that," mom said.

"Don't worry, I won't,"

"Well, you two enjoy your dinner," she said, turning away.

"We will," I said, closing the door with my foot. I walked back to the bed and handed Cedric his food.

"So why are we eating in here and not with your parents?" Cedric asked as he started eating.

"I don't feel like talking to my dad," I answered, popping some rice into my mouth.

"Ah, so it was one of those days?" Yes, Cedric was very aware of my father's attitude-who wasn't?-and I often ranted to him. And my mother. And Emma and Filip when I wrote letters to them. Yeah, my dad was getting on my last nerve.

"Yeah," I sighed. "When you are we going to your house?" After spending a rather lengthy amount of time at my place, we were going to spend at least two months at his house and then spend Christmas all together. We would've left earlier, if Cedric hadn't been working himself to death.

"Well, when do you want to go?" Cedric asked.

"As soon as possible," I responded.

"Well, I have the day off on Saturday, we could go then."

"That sounds really good," Saturday was only three days away, I think I could survive until then. We fell into a comfortable silence. It wasn't until we were almost done eating when I noticed Cedric staring at me. I was a little confused.

"Why are you staring at me?" I wondered.

"Well, you're just so beautiful," I could feel my cheeks getting hot. And there was just something about this statement that seemed familiar. I shuffled through my life, trying to remember where I had heard that and why Cedric was staring at me. I then suddenly remembered. He had said something very similar to me on the train last year and then our conversation on the last day of school before he proposed. I can't believe he remembered that!

"That's a new one," I commented, thinking of the seven years that he had called me fascinating.

"What do mean?" He asked.

"Well, you always used to call me fascinating," I answered.

"Well, it's true," I laughed before moving his plate of food off his lap and crawling into his lap myself. He wrapped his arms around me. I wrapped my arms around his neck.

"Only you remember stuff like that," I said, quietly, referring to the conversation we had had only a few months ago.

"Is that a good thing?" Cedric asked as we started leaning toward. I shrugged.

"Depends on how you look at it," our lips were so close, almost touching but when I tried to close the gap, Cedric moved away but was still close enough to tease me.

"How do you look at it?" He asked. I was frustrated. I just wanted to kiss him.

"Just shut up and kiss me," I demanded, crashing my lips onto his. He kissed back wrapping his arms wound tighter around and my fingers tangled in his hair.

Knock, knock, knock

We both groaned as we were forced to break apart yet again.

"Are you guys done eating?" Only my mother would care about stuff like that. She was a bit of a neat freak. I groaned again, grabbing the two plates and heading to the door. I opened it and handed my mother the plates.

"There you go mother, perfect timing again," I said, a little irritated.

"Okay, okay, I'm going, I'm going," She walked back to the kitchen with the plates. I closed the door, sticking it again before turning back to Cedric. I ran to the bed, jumped on top of him and kissed him. It felt like forever since we kissed like this.

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