Chapter 10…yu hu! Ehm.

Thank you to

elenamindollin: for both reviewing and adding, haha, you know, you REALLY made me smile! Well, the lack of credit, on my opinion, is due to the fact that there are like 34629365 stories with Cedric and some OC (btw, UPDATE YOUR FIC, I love it) and with Daphne being nothing more than a name on the novel, well, people probably think that it's another one of those "Hello I'm Cedric - hello I'm Mary sue, pretty, cute, sweet, extremely gifted, but modest and capable of mouving everyone's heart, and I'm going to defeat Voldemort – hei, let's make out – sure – oh, Mary Sue, I will love you forever- the end" stories. Hm. The last sentence was too long and I sorta got lost while writing it, but I don't feel like re-reading it, so forgive me for my mistakes XD Daphne is human, she's a Slytherin, she's a mess. And that's the way I'm trying to make her, I want her to be more real and less sue! And Cedric, heh, we can only do so much about him.

Mrs. Jim Halpert: yay! I'm glad you did!

And now, enjoy.

10. MAKING OUT

"Here's my girl!" Roger skipped at the girl in Slytherin colors' side, and tried to pass his arm around her shoulders. They were going out from the Great Hall, where the students just had their dinner. A signifying look from the Slytherin suggested him otherwise, so he put his arm back to place. Students from all Houses were chatting in the large corridor, and a couple of 5th year Ravenclaw boys whistled at their Quidditch team chaser and captain in greeting, clearly envious. He screamed back a 'hey' and inwardly shook his head. They did not know how it was to deal with Miss Daphne Greengrass. Walking side by side, he lowered his head, and tried to make his voice audible only for her. "You know Daphne, for a second I thought that there was something going on between you and Diggory."

Daphne snorted, and combed with her hand the hair of her fringe. "Oh well. Huffle-stuff's cute. But he fucked up my day. Thanks to Golden Boy I got an 'Acceptable' and detention. Plus, he is such a bore. Cute, though."

Roger did not like the answer that much. "Wait wait wait, you mean you considered it?"

The girl grinned. He froze, struck. "You really did" he uttered, in disbelief.

She put on a fake thoughtful face "Actually I had thought about going for him, but you came in the way. He was too much work for me, and you were way easier to get, and besides, he wouldn't have been worth it. And Davies" she said, looking at him in the eyes for the first time since they had begun the conversation "don't pretend to be jealous."

"But Daphne, I am jealous!" he seemed offended by her words.

The Greengrass girl hated this side of him. He tended to get too close to her, in a sentimental way. "Roger, Roger, Roger. Do you remember the little talk we had before I allowed you to go out with me?"

He snorted. "Wish I could forget."

They were walking down the Slytherin dungeon now, and there was no one in sight.

She smiled and caressed his cheek. "Exactly. You're not my boyfriend – I am not your girlfriend. You like me, and I don't particularly dislike you. We occasionally go out together, occasionally make out, and that's almost more than I can stand. Not to mention, as much as you will get."

Roger sighed. His friends had warned him not to go for the Slytherin girl, but hey, when did he ever listen to his friends? And now Casanova Davies was in the same situation that many of his victims had been in; the 'don't expect me to like you more than this, and don't you dare dreaming of anything more from me'-one. The awful fact was that he sort of had a thing for this girl. And hell if she knew how to kiss. But still, she could go to him any day telling him 'hey I got this other guy I want to try'. Bloody hell. He sort of knew her by now, they had been going out since school had started this year, and he knew that Daphne was not as hard as she wanted to look. But the few moments that she had softened had been…

Suddenly he felt lips on his, and hungrily kissed back. To hell with other guys, right now she was playing with him, and even if she dumped him, he would go back to the old Roger Davies all girls loved. Daphne and he were so much alike.

In a few moments, the portion of table occupied by Hopkins, Macmillan, Bones, Abbot and Finch-Fletchley, not to mention a very out-of-this-world Cedric Diggory, was covered in galleons.

"Hold on guys, I have to register the stakes! So" Wayne said, looking in his bag for a spare piece of parchment and a quill "ladies first."

Susan Bones placed 5 galleons in front of him. "5 on Ced making it."

A chorus of "yeees" welcomed her, though someone complained about her not trusting Cedric too much.

Both Hannah Abbot and Ernie Macmillan staked 10 Galleons, giving Cedric for winner.

"Your 10 galleons, Justin" Wayne was focused on writing, and had stretched his right hand to the boy.

Justin grinned. "30 galleons."

Wayne and the others stared, mouth opened. "Stop kidding, Finchy, do your bidding" Hopkins replied.

Cedric shook his head. "Boys" Hannah and Susan disagreed "Guys" he corrected himself "this is the stupidest thing you've ever done. Come on. It was fun till it lasted, now it's over, kay?"

Justin dropped three 10 galleons coins in Wayne Hopkins' hand. "30 galleons on Cedric losing" he stated, still grinning.

"Is it your last word, man?" Ernie inquired.

The boy seemed thoughtful. "Hm, actually, on Ced either losing or…"

Cedric was feeling dizzy. This was just absurd.

"…or ending up as Greengrass' victim."

Hopkins laughed, and after a moment of silence so did the others. Cedric did not find the whole thing even a tiny bit funny, and not even remotely amusing. "Alright man, as you wish. 30 galleons for Mr Finch-Fletchley!" Wayne declared.

Diggory wished that this was all a nightmare, and that he would soon wake up.

When Daphne pulled apart from the boy, he grinned instantly.

She looked at him feigning surprise. "Oh my god, it's you, I'm sorry, I thought you were Cedric Diggory!" she exclaimed, covering her mouth.

Roger sighed. "Why. Just why. You're heartless."

Daphne nodded, and poked him on the forehead. "Heartless people are better off on their own, Roger. And so am I."

"Fuck you Daphne, really" he spat out, and she slapped him with strenght, her hand making a loud chuck on his cheek.

"Ravenclaws mustn't say bad words, Davies."

"Right, it's a privilege for Slytherin girls." He replied, massaging his sore cheek and leaning on the raw and cold stone wall of the dungeon.

"Precisely." She nodded, and after removing the boy hand from his face, she placed a kiss where a red mark was now visible in the pale green light.

"You do realize that we look like boyfriend and girlfriend, right now" he said, in a cautious voice, moving dark hairs from his eyes. He was enjoying it, but the last time it happened Daphne had gone berserk on him, telling him to back off, threatening to hex him and such. He wondered why he kept on going out with her. His friends told him it was for the fun of conquer, but he knew from the start that nothing more than this could be possible between them. But of course, he did not tell his housemates about this.

"…which means it's time for you to go. Bye Roger. 'night." She turned and left him there, in the dark of the dungeon.

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