Disclaimer: Not Mine at all

Disclaimer: Not mine at all.

I entered quietly into the hospital wing, closing the door behind me. The Weasleys and Hermione Grange, who had been there since the tournament, almost two days ago, were gone, leaving a sleeping Harry and a still unconscious Cedric.

According to Harry, the trophy had been a trap for him; Cedric was supposed to stay back in the maze. Some guy named Wormtail (supposedly Peter Pettigrew was told by You-Know-Who to "kill the spare". Cedric managed to whip out his wand and halfway block the Avada Kedavra curse, but it grazed his chest, almost like a bullet. And so he was dying, his nerve systems failing . . . but then Harry brought him back.

I wasn't sure how or even why the two of them were even able to still be a live after being faced with You-Know-Who, but who was I to question such great fortune. And yeah, it all sounded slightly ludicrous, but if Harry says it's true, I believed him and would do all I could to help. He did after all, save Cedric.

They had him on some sort of potion now that was supposed to regenerate his nerves but . . . they weren't to sure it was going to work all the way. I was just glad he was alive and here at Hogwarts. Mr. Diggory had fought and complained to take him to St. Mungo's but his wife convinced him that Cedric needed to wake in a familiar place.

I sat down in the empty chair next to Cedric's Bed, his parents having left to change cloths and freshen up, Taking his hand in mine, I smiled down at him.

"Hey," I said, smiling. Gently I ran my finger across his jaw line (something I'd probably never do while he was awake. "You know they're probably going to toast you tonight at the Feast. I hope you're awake to be there."

I guess it made me feel better to talk to him even if he couldn't hear me. The problem was, I never actually knew what I wanted to say, so most of the time I just talked about what was going on in school and how crazy our friends were. Normal Stuff. I never mentioned You-Know-Who or our "relationship" because I didn't want to stress him out. . . I was already stressed out enough for both of us trying to figure out what to say when he woke up.

After talking myself hoarse for about an hour, I stood up and hesitantly kissed his cheek. Turning, I saw that Harry was awake, putting on his glasses. A blush formed on my face as I made my way over to him. How much had he heard?

"Hey you," I said, placing my hands on his bed as he smiled at me. "How are you feeling?"

"Better," he said, rubbing the scar on his forehead. "Just tired. How's he doing?"

"The same. . . . Did I thank you already?"

"About a million times." He smiled, slightly. "You really don't have to though."

I gazed at him for a moment, thinking about how amazing this kid was. Yeah, at fourteen almost fifteen he wasn't much of a 'kid' but he felt like a little brother of sorts and I felt responsible for him. He carried the weight of our world on his shoulders and I'm sure that was no easy burden. No doubt he could use an, I don't know, older sibling. "You know, I'll do anything to help you if you need it," I told him.

His smile widened. "Help would be nice."

Leaning forward I gave him a sisterly kiss on the forehead, rustling his hair gently. "Get some rest, Harry. I'll see you tonight at the feast."

With that and a smile I walked out of the hospital wing.

A slight shift in movement announced that we were living Hogsmeade station headed back for the Muggle world. I stared out the window, amazed at how weird this year had been and how quick it had gone by.

My friends, and that includes the boys, were out wandering, saying bye to those they knew but I stayed where I was, quite comfortable in my solitude.

But suddenly the door to my compartment pulled open and I sat up straight as Cedric hobbled in, crutches attached to his arms to help him walk because he was still regaining his strength.

He smiled at me while removing the crutches from his arm and putting them on the seat across from me. Looking around, a slight frown came to his face. "This feels familiar. . . ."

Holding on to the seat he moved forward, reaching up into one of the carries and feeling around until he found what he was looking for, sitting down across from me with a smile.

"Do you remember this?" he said, grinning and handing me the rectangular object.

I flipped the card over, a smile coming to my face. Dumbledore stared up at me with a smile on his face. "It's my first Chocolate Frog Card. Where did you –?"

"Remember we sat here for a moment together before I met Adam, Steve, and Jake and you met Myra, Michelle, and . . . Daniel. . . ."

"You gave me my first wizards' candy," I said, remembering. "And my first card was this one, but –"

"You must have stuck it up there and forgot when you left the compartment." He chuckled slightly. "Funny the way these things turn out huh."

I looked down at the card in my hands. "Funny that this is probably the reason I've liked you for so long."

I hadn't meant for that statement to be so loud, but it was a Cedric sat back with a stunned look on his face. "Really? I could have sworn you didn't even want anything to do with me."

"What would make you think that?"

". . . . You're a really very quiet person . . . well, at least around me."

I shrugged. "You're Cedric Diggory. Already incredibly popular even before we got to the school, funny, smart, caring, and incredibly handsome, if I say so myself. Of course I was a tad bit nervous about talking to you because I'm just me."

"Yeah well, 'me' is probably the most beautiful and kind girl I've ever met."

A blush came to my face and I looked to find him gazing at me. And then we both said, "Why didn't you say anything?"

"I thought you were dating Cho."

"I thought you were dating Daniel."

We looked at each other before bursting into fits of laughter. But my laugh was the hardest, of course, and Cedric eventually stopped laughing. Shaking my head, I explained, "Daniel is gay, Cedric. He's not my boyfriend, never has been and never will be. My girl-guy friend, maybe, but not by boyfriend."

Cedric could only stare at me for a moment before letting go a sigh of relief. "Well that explains a lot, I suppose. I suppose I just got paranoid."

I smiled at him and then frowned. "Well, what about Cho?"

"Nothing really went on with Cho," Cedric said, smiling softly at me. "I mean, sure for a moment I thought something was there but . . . it wasn't because, well, let's just say someone else was in my line of sight."

He reached forward and grabbed my hand. "You know how you always said that I was already good at Charms? Well . . . it was kind of because I was already good at it. Not that you weren't better, of course, and you were a great teacher but . . . I, er, really only signed up for a Charms tutor because I knew you were the Charms tutor. Something told me that, you know, maybe this was my year."

I smiled thinking of Daniel for a quick second. "Yeah, I think I had the same feeling."

We were silent, Cedric running his thumb across my palm. "Evelyn?"

"Hmm?" I said, completely caught up in the moment.

"I think I love you."

I giggled softly. "Think?"

He smiled. "Well, I'm pretty sure I do or at least, I know I can. How bout we give it a try and I'll let you know a little while on?"

"I think I can deal with that."

"Can I kiss you Evie?"

"Might as well."

Grinning, he leaned forward and it was complete and utter bliss to feel his lips against mine in a voluntary kiss. While his hand stayed on mine, the other moved up to my hair, tangling between his fingers.

There was a tap on the window, and we broke apart to look, seeing all of our friends at the window, mine grinning and laughing while his pretended to barf. Cedric looked back to me, rolling his eyes. Smirking, I reached over to lock the door and he pulled down the blinds, before moving to kiss me again.

My friends continued to pound at the door but I ignored them, focusing entirely on Cedric and his kisses.

I had waited six years for this and so had he apparently. Patience was a virtue, I suppose.

So maybe I didn't need to wear the big flashing sign with blue lights that read 'Notice me!' I didn't even have to put on any make-up or wear tight cloths or do my hair any kind of special way, because it didn't matter.

True love notices wherever, I guess.

A/N: SO that's the end. I'm so so so so sad, you really just can't understand. So I was thinking . . . sequel maybe? Let me know what you think.