a/n: happy birthday Mickey, you're the best! Sorry it's late, Drama Club!

To Dance With You

Cedric had given up on recollecting the dream for now only fragments remained. He mainly remembered the flash of electric green light while she screamed his name, his mind was going crazy in the dimmed library asking questions that could not be answered yet. The dream it self would unravel as time progressed. The night before he dreamt the exact same dream waking in a hot sweat under his sung covers. To make matter worse potions was now his worst subject, forcing him to spend hours in the library.

Potion was harder than ever as the end of term approached. Cedric was afraid that he would never get pass potions at all. He looked at his book one more time.

Stir Counterclockwise Nine Times, And Then One Turn Clockwise.

Add A Pinch Of Bulgarian Root To Pot With Minced Wolfs Bane Skin.

And Let Cauldron Simmer Of Five Minuets.

Cedric took some Bulgarian Root and Wolfs Bane Skin and did exactly as the instructions had said. Counterclockwise nine times and once clockwise. Cedric turned the concoction slowly hoping that is what the book wanted him to do. Counting softly as he took the spoon gently in circles.

He looked at his watch, ten minuets left, there was no time to finish the Drought of Sickness. He took a deep breath, do your best he kept telling himself but as he looked up Snape was already making his rounds around the class.

Cedric prayed that by the time Professor Snape had reaches his table the Drought would be done, though in the back of his mind knowing it was not possible. Next to him Chuck scrambled around to finish the potion. Cedric did as the rest of the potion-said pinch of Bulgarian Root and minced Wolfs Bane Skin. He prayed that Professor Snape would not come to their table for at least five minuets. As each minuet Cedric waited for the Cauldron to simmer Snape came closer to where Cedric sat. his heart beat faster every time Snape had moved on with a disappointing look on his face.

In front of him Marcus Flint, Captain of the Slytherin team, sat back as Snape inspected his potion, Cedric knew that he was next and could scarcely breath in any air. He wished once more that the Drought Of Sickness was done on time and to perfection.

Professor Snape stood in front of Cedric with his black eyes on the beaker that Cedric now placed in his drought and inspected the glass closely. Snape was silent as he stood with a questionable look across his face.

"Well, well, well Mr. Diggory." Professor Snape said in his deep voice slowly that it sent chills up your spin as he handed Cedric a beaker filled with his mixture, "It seems the your Potions is uncomplete. If only you would have let it simmer maybe a second longer, you might have gotten a good grade. Sadly though it's unfinished so that's a zero for the day, Mr., Diggory. Once again. Tut-tut. Seems that your grade is not of that importance as the Triwizard Tournament. I suggest you change your views on school immediately. "

Cedric nodded in disappointed knowing that he needed to pass potions. Chuck though did far worse than him for he had missed a whole step in it self as he trembled over his cauldron.

If only I had more time, he thought to himself.

Than maybe I would have made the grade.

Cedric began to wonder if potion was really worth it, Herbology gratefully he had finally pulled up the grade. The tournament had placed so much pressure than normal to do his best in school, for not doing exams meant a lot of extra work for Cedric. He felt good at the same time thinking at least the NEWTS were still a year away.

Professor Snape walked away from the table and on to the next with a stuck up look. His hock nose rose high into the air as if he was better than all this, better than everyone. That is why Cedric hated Potions, for Snape always had a eerie look as he gazed at the students and snapped at them. He thought it was unnecessary for a teacher to do so yet he had no sat on the subject what so ever... Inside though he began to question if Professor Snape was right maybe he did need to focus on school and less on the egg.

The egg that rested next to his bed. Cedric glanced at his watch, placing all his belongings inside his bag, ready to leave the room. The egg, it was just a simple task yet every time Cedric had tried to open the golden oval the high pitched wail spontaneously. With every time he closed the egg in a matter of seconds frustrated with himself.

Snape stopped looking around for a moment to glance up and talk to the class, "I want two rolls of parchment to how to correctly prepare the Drought of Sickness, by tomorrow, it would be absolutely terrible if anyone did forget it. It is shameful to see so many have failed the simple task I had given you today. All of you might want to do better at following directions that are clearly in front of you." He peered back to a beaker and moved on to the next person.

Class was dismissed after Snape peered into the last pot and sneered at the Griffendor who had made the Potion all wrong. Points were taken away from the student still trembling in their set. He felt a bit sad for them know how fearful Snape could be.

Cedric, though, was finally free from that horrid dungeon Professor Snape called a class room as he headed toward the brightly lit Charms corridor. He prayed that this time it would be enough to get Snape off his back. Ever since the first task he had pushed Cedric out of his mind with all his crude remarks and even more hideous looks.

The voices began to fade from the Charms room as everyone went to their seats. Their faces were still a shade of pale purple from practicing non-verbal charms that period. Cedric still sat on top of his desk. He noticed everyone in their seats he swirled around and sat down in his seat. The professor stood up, "Now I presume with all the Christmas fever that is greater than usual, would all would hope that there is no homework, so all I ask of you is to practice your nonverbal charms. Class dismissed."

Cedric rushed out of the class room and to the library.

There he sat still remembering a bit of the day that was gone. It was quiet in side the room fill with everything he need to do Professors Snape's essay. He did not pay attention to the time at all. People filed in and out of the room, while Cedric sat there redoing the essay over and over. Cedric took a little glance at the watch resting on his arm.

Inside his mind nothing had been right since the first task. His days were screwed up and ended up praying that could make it through another day. There was already pressure to do his best in school for now the younger Huffelpuff's looked up to him with now these wide eyes just as they would look at a hero. Still Cedric did not consider himself a hero seeing Harry was also in the Triwizard Tournament. Now on top of being a hero he had to find himself a date for the Yule Ball. Cedric knew that he was going to ask Cho but still it was nerve wreaking.

How was Cedric suppose to write an essay on something he would have gotten right, if it had been let to simmer not even a moment longer? He brushed through his Potion Six book once again to the page on which the Drought of Sickness lay. The feather quill dipped again into a bottle of black ink and the soared across the paper etching words.

The dream floated in his mind but he quickly pushed it away because the essay was still first. Cedric saw a lovely figure approach his table as the quill dipped in the water ink bottle preparing to write yet another paragraph out of the two parchments. She smelled of the intoxicating scent sweet vanilla intertwined in her long black hair that flowed down her back. Cedric felt her warm hand clasp over his on the feathered quill. He smiled looking up into those almond eyes of Cho Chang. Cedric's arm slowly wrapped around the back of her chair, as he planted a kiss on her sweet lips, dropping the quill in the ink bottle.

He lifted his head interlacing their fingers with the others, "Hey." A smile drew it self across Cedric's face.

"Hey."

"Give me one second. Okay?" He pulled his wand gently from the pocket hidden inside his robes. Then flicked his wrist, muttering words under his breath. Pieces of parchment that were now unneeded flew into the trash cans. Ink bottles closed, quills dried, and the essay stored itself away deep in Cedric's bag. Cho's eyes watched in awe over the knew spell. She was in the House of Ravenclaw, bright is the main trait, though she was the dullest in her House for a fifth year. Cedric sighed he was in love with someone so beautiful, but magic still surprised her eyes. By this time last year he had learned this spell and had conquered it.

Cho was smart just not as smart. Cedric did understand her parents did not want her to be the next Minister Of Magic like Cedric's and raise him to be so. "You ready?" Cho ask as Cedric took her hand into his and they walked out of the library.

The halls were still a buzz after Dining in the Great Hall. The daily gossip zoomed around every corner new and improved. Cedric wrapped his arm around her waist. Girls eyes turned around as the couple walked down the hall with disappointment across their face. Cedric did not care one bit but yet kept heading down the stone corridor with Cho at his side, wondering just where he was taking her. His hand let go of her waist as they turned the corner grasping her hand instead, as the both entered the court yard. The green area for once was filled with Hogwarts, Beauxbotons, and Durmstrang students talking about the upcoming actives. Cedric stood there for a moment pondering if he and Cho should go in. The pain in his gut worsened, his nerves were building up. He glanced over at Cho, so beautiful, so soft, so perfect. She was leaning against a column in the entrance way, blushing as Cedric looked at her. He walked over to Cho placing a hand on cold stone and interlaced his extra hand with her's.

Cedric felt there was nothing else to do. He leaned down and kissed Cho. The love Cedric had for her flowed through as their lips touched. His hand rested firmly on the wall while the other place Cho's hand behind his neck letting his rest upon her waist waiting, no wanting, to explore more. His body pressed against her's, pushing her firmly between him and the cold stone wall out side. Cedric felt he should stop for inside his mind he wanted more. Something he would make himself wait for. He slowly lifted his head from Cho's.

He uttered only eight words. "Will you go to the ball with me?" Cho bit her bottom lip turning the lower half rouge. Cedric began to wonder as the second flew past why was it so hard to answer a simple question?

She nodded her head yes. Two second's after Cedric asked Cho Chang to the Yule Ball she said yes. " To dance with you Cedric would be a great pleasure." He wanted to jump up and down and scream with joy at the sound of her response. Cedric's heart was now beating faster as the seconds flew by. What would he say next? How to respond? Should he kiss her?

"I'll meet you down in front of the Great Hall at six thirty. Is that okay?" Cedric said placing a kiss on her lips shortly after.

"Perfect!" She removed herself from his embrace grinning from ear to ear. Nothing compared to Cedric then though, his face looked sunburned and the smile across his face was indescribable, for he was in love. She stared to walk away from him when he called her name once more.

"Cho?" She nodded. "There is one thing that you need to know."

"What?" Was her only reply.

"We're going to have to dance in front of the whole school, it's tradition." Cedric replied rubbing one hand behind the back of his neck. Looking Cho, at the same time, straight in the eye.

"Like I care." Cedric watched Cho after that disappear in to the halls of Hogwarts again as he roamed around the school. The court yard was still packed with people talking about Christmas holiday and the activities surrounding the event. There was a slight tap upon his shoulder. Cedric turned around instinctively to see Fleur Delacour bashing her big sea blue eyes at him.

"Cedric?" She said twirling her hair around her fingers. Cedric did not know what to do, she was so beautiful. He wanted her. Wait, he thought, I have Cho. Fleur still stood there as Cedric though to himself.

"Fleur." The only word that crossed his mind at she stood in front of him, placing the veela charm upon him. Cedric's mind began to cloud as she mouthed out words but he could not hear them. He thought he did but he could care less for what she was saying and just wanted to marvel at her beauty. Touch her soft skin and kiss her lips.

"Cedric? Would you like to go to the ball with me?" Cedric stood there. Did he hear what he thought he heard. He wanted to say yes but he had already planed to spend the night with Cho. What was Cedric suppose to do. He did not have to do a single thing for off in the distance a fourth year's voice bellowed break the trance Fleur had placed upon Cedric.

"Fleur will you go to the ball with me?!" The stocky red head said at the other side of the court yard. All heads turned toward the direction only to see it was Ron Weasley and then went on to their normal activities as he dash away from the crowd.

"Sorry Fleur can't have a date already!" Cedric dashed off into the distance too wanting to stay far away from the enchantress called Fleur Delacour.

Next chapter Bubbling Discovery . . .