Get ready for some fluff!

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The day after their first day of classes, the girls had busied their selves during their spare time. Grace Granger, writing her stories, imagination running wild. Chloe Malfoy, sulking in the dorm room. Stephanie Potter, with her brother and his friends. Lastly, Jessica Weasley, in the library. Professor Quirrell had mentioned something in Defence Class that piqued her interest, so she was currently in the library looking for a specific book. She had asked the librarian for an idea on what books, she gave her the name of a specific one but Jessica had immediately regretted even talking to her in the first place. Madam Pince, the librarian, had warned her gravely of the consequences of damaging any books, she was a bit attached if you asked Jessica.

She walked down the isle the book should be in and scanned over the shelves of the long, stretched isle. Her heart drops when she spots the wretched book...on a shelf...a very high shelf...the top shelf, that she can't possibly reach because the bookcases are so tall and long. She goes on her tiptoes and tries her best to reach for it several times, failing miserably. During her struggles, she failed to notice an older boy a little down the isle, a Hufflepuff, cringing at her attempts, especially when she fell forward slightly, nearly smacking her nose. He sighed and then smiled, inwardly laughing at her inability to give up, truth is, he admired it. He moved closer a little in her direction, not enough to make her notice and then used his wand to get books down from the top shelf, books he didn't even need. Every so often, he glanced her way, each time, hoping she would notice. However, he was completely thrown off guard and gobsmacked when he watched her climb up the bookcase, using the shelfs as steps. She was about 3/4 of the way up when she tried to reach for the book but her feet failed her, slipping from a shelf, sending her in direction of the hard floor. Her eyes clamp shut, waiting for the pain to come. Her eyes open slowly when she stops falling, with something wrapped around her, having expected to collide with the floor.

She gasps, eyes wide when she looks her saviour directly in the eyes. The Hufflepuff boy had reacted quickly when he saw her falling and had successfully caught her, much to both their relief. The something she felt around her were his arms as he was holding her princess style. She had never been this close to a boy before, well not including her brothers, that is.

She was a stuttering mess. "Tha-thank y-you!"

He set her down, his hands lingering around her waist longer than needed, making sure she was steadied. Then the young boy introduces himself, holding his hand out. "I'm Cedric Diggory, nice to meet you."

She takes his hand without hesitation, having recomposed herself. "Jessica Weasley, it's a pleasure."

"Trust me, the pleasure's all mine." He grins, extremely boyishly. She blushes violently. "I was trying to help you, but seems I failed because you didn't notice." He laughs.

"Sorry, I honestly didn't notice." She laughs, as well.

"No worries, just didn't want to say anything in case I annoyed you."

"You certainly wouldn't have but thanks, that's extremely sweet."

He smiles. "So, what book were you after?"

She points to the dreadful book. "That one."

"Okay." He uses his magic to get it down and then holds it out for her. "Here you go."

"Thank you." She reaches for it and when she does, their hands brush each others. Both can't help but notice the warmth of the others. Majorly blushing, they both pull back in lightning speed.

After a silent moment, Cedric breaks it. "So, Weasley huh?"

"Yup." She says, proudly.

"That must keep you on your toes." He teases.

"It certainly does." She laughs.

The two sit at one of the tables and talk for ages in the library, mostly about Quiditch, as Cedric has to go to training. Cedric is a boy the year above her, a charming young boy.

"I better get going." He says, standing from the chair.

"Okay." She smiles, standing as well.

She watches his retreating figure. Before he reaches the door, he looks over his shoulder and waves. "See you around, shorty."

"See you around." She smiles, but then snaps out of it. He just called me shorty! He's not that much taller! Well, maybe he is...but that's not the point!

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