The Junior And The Prefect.
Chapter Twelve: Dobby, Sirius and Cedric, Oh my!
'You said that you'd already worked out that egg clue!' Hermione hissed as Flitwick flew across the room and Seamus burst into a fit of laughter.
'Sorry Professor!' Neville shouted.
'Just forget about the egg for a minute, all right?' I whisper back; honestly, I tell her that Cedric and I have a bath together and the only part she picks up is my lack of interest in that stupid egg.
'So, did you two get it on?' smirks Ron and Hermione glares at him.
'Anyway –' I blush, they may be my best friend's but, there are some things that you have to keep to yourself, '- about Snape and Moody…'
'You said that Snape said Moody's searched his office as well, right?' Ron Banished a cushion towards Parvati, knocking her hat off and earning him a very dirty look. 'Are you two going together now?'
'Ron,' Hermione frowns, 'So, what are you getting at Harry?'
'Moody's probably here to keep an eye on Snape and Karkaroff,' Ron glared back at Hermione, 'Come on Harry! Tell me!'
'Well, I dunno if that's what Dumbledore asked him to do, but, he's definitely doing it,' I wave my wand, ignoring Ron and my cushion flops off the desk, 'Moody said Dumbledore only lets Snape stay here because he's giving him a second chance or something…'
'What? Harry… maybe Moody thinks Snapeput your name in the Goblet of Fire!' Ron's cushion bounces off the ceiling.
'Oh, Ron,' Hermione shakes her head, waving her wand, 'we thought Snape was trying to kill Harry before, and it turned out he was saving Harry's life, remember?' her cushion lands in the box which all the cushions were supposed to land in.
'I don't care what Moody says, Dumbledore's not stupid. He was right to trust Hagrid and Professor Lupin, even though loads of people wouldn't have given them jobs, so, why shouldn't he be right about Snape, even if Snape is a bit –'
' –evil,' Ron cut across, 'Come on, Hermione, why are all these Dark-Wizard-catchers searching his office, then?'
As the pair started another argument I allowed my mind to wander back to last night.
Cedric, Moody, Snape.
What is going on between me and Cedric?
What does Moody want with my map?
And can Snape really be trusted?
So, what if he saved my life once… Snape still hates me with the same passion as he did with my father.
Maybe I should talk to Cedric about us… but, how do you bring something like that up?
But, I guess I have even bigger problems than worrying about whether or not Snape's trying to kill me or if Cedric and I are an item… how the hell am I supposed to breath underwater for an hour?
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Ron, Hermione and I are now (once again) eyeball deep in books at the library, I even asked permission from McGonagall if we could use the books in the Restricted Section, and Hermione has asked Madame Pince for help on several occasions.
'This is hopeless!' Ron shouted, 'We're never going to find anything.'
'Keep looking,' Hermione snapped, 'There has to be something here.'
I turn a page over and yawn; we've been in here for a week already, I'm sure nothing new is going to jump out now.
I lean on the back of my chair and stretch, spotting Cedric along one of the many bookshelves gesturing me over.
'I'll be right back,' I stand.
'Where are you going?' Hermione screeches, frantically.
'Gonna look for another book, I've read this one twice now.'
I duck behind a shelf before she can say anything else and Cedric pokes me in the ribs.
'Oi,' I rub my side protectively, 'What's up?'
'I've been looking for you,' he smiles nervously.
'Well, I've been in here all week, what's wrong?'
'I was just wondering, if you needed any help for the next task,' he leans against the shelf.
'No way,' he looks hurt, 'I mean, well, you already helped me with the egg so, I need to figure out how to breath underwater on my own…'
'I understand,' he nods and eyes me.
'Is there anything else?' I really wanted to ask about the "Egg Incident" but, I don't think it is appropriate conversation in a library.
'Well, actually –' he scratches the back of his head, 'About that night in the bathroom…' he avoids my eye and my heart sinks; he was going to blow me off! 'I… really enjoyed myself and I was wondering – I mean, I don't want to pressure you,' he looks as if he might pull all his hair out.
'Cedric,' he stops his ramblings and I place a hand on his shoulder, 'It was great,' we both blush.
'Really? 'cause I was wondering if, maybe, you'd wanna go –' he avoids my eye again, 'on a date weekend after next, at Hogsmeade.' my insides squirm.
'Harry! Where are you?' Ron shouts.
'Shhh! This is a library Mr. Weasley!'
'Yeah,' I smile, 'absolutely!' he smiles back and takes my hand.
'Brilliant,' he gives me a kiss on the forehead, 'I'll let you get back to studying then.'
I flop back into my seat across from Hermione and Ron, smiling like a mad idiot and my chest fluttering.
'What happened to you?' Ron looks concerned.
'Nothing,' my smile increases.
'Your face is gonna crack in two!'
'Shuddup,' I frown at him, 'I have a date with Cedric, weekend after next.' I lift a book.
'You can't Harry!' we both frown at her.
'Why not?'
'Sirius' letter,' she hissed, glancing around quickly, 'it really sounded like he wanted to meet up with you.'
The flutters in my chest dissolve.
'Oh… it did, didn't it?' I frown at the books in front of me, 'what am I supposed to do?'
'Well,' Hermione and I whip our heads round to him; I'd forgotten he was there for a moment, 'it all depends on what day they both want to meet you and time doesn't it? If Sirius wants to meet you in the morning on say, Saturday, then you can't go for a lunch date with Cedric then. But, if Sirius wants to meet after lunch, then you ask Cedric to meet for an early lunch.'
Hermione and I stare at Ron.
'What? Is that wrong?'
'You're brilliant!' I wrap an arm around Ron and Hermione huffs.
'I wouldn't go that far,' she lifts her book.
'Come off it, Harry!' Ron laughs, 'lemme go! We still gotta help you find a way to breathe underwater first or you won't be seeing any of them.' He smiles.
'Right, let's get studying then!' I pick up a book enthusiastically.
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It is now one in the morning and only a few hours left until I have to be at the lake; Ron and Hermione never returned from being carted away to McGonagall's office hours ago and I still haven't found anything.
I rub at my eyes looking over Where There's a Wand, There's a Way; this is ridiculous.
I'm just going to have to go down there and tell everyone I can't do it.
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'That hurts – get off – ouch –' I shift.
'Harry Potter must wake up, sir!'
'Stop poking me –'
'Dobby must poke Harry Potter, sir, he must wake up!
'Wha –?' I sit up the pages of the last book stuck to my face and I adjust my glasses, 'Dobby?'
'Harry Potter needs to hurry! The second task starts in ten minutes, and Harry Potter –' he squeaked.
'Ten minutes?' I clear my throat, 'Ten – ten minutes?' I glare at my watch; it's twenty past nine!
'Hurry, Harry Potter! You is supposed to be down by the lake with the other champions, sir!' he pulls at my sleeve.
'It's too late, Dobby,' I slouch in the chair, 'I'm not doing the task, I don't know how –'
'Harry Potter will do the task! Dobby knew Harry had not found the right book, so, Dobby did it for him!' he pulls at my sleeve again.
'What? But, you don't know what the second task is –'
'Dobby knows, sir! Harry Potter has to go into the lake and find his Wheezy –'
'Find my what?' I frown at the House Elf; maybe all the cleaning chemicals have gotten to his head.
'- and take his Wheezy back from the merpeople!'
'What's a Wheezy?'
'Your Wheezy, sir, your Wheezy – Wheezy who is giving Dobby his jumper!' he pulled at the shrunken sweater given to him by Ron on Christmas.
'What?' I stand up, knocking over some books, 'They've got… they've got Ron?'
'The thing Harry Potter will miss most, sir! And past an hour –'
' – "the prospect's black, Too late, it's gone, it won't come back…" Dobby – what've I got to do?' I shove my invisibility cloak into my bag.
'You have to eat this, sir! Right before you go into the lake, sir – Gillyweed!' he pulls a ball of green slime from his shorts.
'What's it do?' I wrinkle my nose at the slimy object.
'It will make Harry Potter breathe underwater, sir!'
'Dobby, listen – are you sure about this?' I can't forget the last time he tried to help me, I lost all the bones in my right arm.
'Dobby is quite sure, sir! Dobby hears things, sir, he is a house-elf, he goes all over the castle as he lights fires and mops floors, Dobby heard Professor McGonagall and Professor Moody in the staff room, talking about the next task… Dobby cannot let Harry Potter lose his Wheezy!'
A/N
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