A/N: One of my friends who reads my stories, one of my "muses," as I call them, because when I'm stuck they'll talk through the plotline with me and help me figure stuff out, anyway, one of my friends is furious with… well, I won't spoil anything, but is furious with what is said at the end of the chapter. I talk about this chapter, and she gets really mad at… the person who says the things. On the other hand, witchdivasirenqueen loves it. I believe her exact words were "YES! Drama!" Anyway, I'll let you guys read.

Disclaimer: The characters, except for Celia, belong to J.K. Rowling.

Chapter 14:

A Fair Person

The next day was Friday, so the thought of the upcoming weekend soothed Celia's nervous mind. Of course, all the students lived together in one castle, so they couldn't avoid each other long, but they would not have the stress and distraction of lessons on their minds.

She was, of course, talking about Harry and Cho. If students hadn't heard Cho shouting in person, they had heard what she had shouted; news of Harry and Cho's fight spread like wildfire.

Celia was, and she would never admit it to anyone who asked, not that they would, taking Harry's side in the whole fiasco. She knew Cho her entire life at Hogwarts, and knew that Cho had the tendency to blow things out of proportion. And Cho wouldn't listen to Harry when he tried to apologize or explain to her that he had barely spoken to Lyra, nor would she listen to Celia when she tried to tell her that Lyra had not even written the letter. Celia had tried that once, and from the reaction it elicited from Cho, she was not eager to try it again.

Celia was walking down the hall on Friday, on her way to Magical Maladies, mulling over the situation and trying to decide what her next move would be, when a call came from behind her.

"Hey Pace!" an unfamiliar voice barked from behind her.

She turned to see, to her surprise, Draco Malfoy and some of his cronies sauntering towards her. She furrowed her eyebrows, wondering what the hell he could want.

"What, Malfoy?"

"I just thought you might want one of these," Draco stated simply, holding out what appeared to be a button. Celia's eyebrows remained furrowed as she raised them. She noticed that all of the Slytherins appeared to be wearing the buttons.

"I thought you would want one to support your boyfriend. You know, I offered one to Granger, but she didn't want one. How strange," Draco remarked.

Celia looked closely at the button. It said "Support Cedric Diggory, the Real Hogwarts Champion."

"And that's not all!" Draco exclaimed, noticing Celia looking at the button, "Look at what else it does!"
Draco and the rest of the Slytherins pressed their buttons, which changed color, and now read "Potter Stinks!"

"Anyway, all the Hufflepuffs are wearing them. Showing their house support. Do you want one? We have loads!" Draco cried.

"No thanks, Malfoy. I think I'll be polite about this whole thing," she stated simply. Draco nodded.

"You're a fair person. I don't like that. Won't Cedric be disappointed?"
"Cedric is actually being really fair about this. He won't be wearing one of your silly buttons."

"Think again," Draco pointed.

Cedric, Mick, and some of their 6th year friends walked by. Cedric smiled. All of Cedric's friends were wearing buttons, Mick's displayed proudly on his lapel. Celia also saw a button sticking out of Cedric's bag. Draco smirked as Celia gasped and ran towards Cedric, having done his job.

"Cedric!" Celia called after him.

"Hey!" Cedric exclaimed, turning around. He walked towards her and pulled her close. She, however, reached into his bag and pulled out the button, holding it up.

"Oh yeah. Mick gave it to me. I didn't have something to do with it, so I just stuck it in my bag," he explained.

"You know I'm friends with Harry."

"If it bothers you, I'll get rid of it," he smiled.

She smiled back and kissed him softly.

"Thank you."

However, not everyone was as willing to get rid of the buttons. She saw that all of the other Hufflepuffs were, in fact, wearing the buttons. It was not a good week for Harry.

That's why, when Harry left dinner early that night, and looked an absolute mess, Celia followed him out of the Great Hall.

"Harry!" she called after him.

Harry turned around. His mournful expression caused Celia to just rush up to him and hug him, she felt so bad for him.

"Oh my gosh, Harry, come with me," she said in a hushed tone, before pushing him off to the library.

Once in the library, Harry told Celia everything that his mind was going through at that point in time. Celia was surprised that he was as upset by this as he was.

"Listen, I know Cho, and while it's really unfortunate that you have to go through with this, it's not out of character for her. She gets jealous really easily. So if you wait a while, this whole thing will probably blow over," she said softly. She was sitting cross-legged in an aisle of the library, Harry sitting in the same position across from her.

"But I don't want to wait for this to blow over."

"I never realized that you were so emotional, Harry."

"Well, the boy who lived has to act macho, now doesn't he?"

The next day Cedric was walking down a corridor when he heard his name being called. He turned to see Harry and Hermione walking towards him down the corridor. He smiled at them, stopped walking, and waited for them to catch up with him.

"Hey Harry, Hermione," he greeted them jovially.

"Hey. Listen, Cedric, can you tell Celia thanks for last night?" Harry asked, blushing slightly.

"What?" Cedric raised an eyebrow. Hermione inhaled deeply, knowing that did not sound fantastic.

"Well, you know, Cho and I have been fighting-" he shrugged.

"What?" Cedric asked again.

"So Celia stayed up all night with me in the library. Anyway, I really appreciate what she did for me last night,"

"Oh no," Hermione breathed softly, and put her face in her hands.

Cedric, at this point, did not look too thrilled. In fact, Cedric had a look on his face that was a mixture of a glare and a look that said he was about to punch Harry in the face. Harry didn't know what was going on. Hermione shook her head that was still in her hands.

"And what exactly did she do for you?" Cedric asked, acid in his voice.

"Well, she-" Harry began.

"Hey guys! What's going on?" Celia asked as she walked up to them.

"I don't know." He said, still looking at Harry, "I was wondering the same thing," he looked at her and raised his eyebrows in a way to indicate that she had something to tell him. She looked up at him, confused.

"What are you talking about?" Celia asked.

"You know what? Never mind. Ask Harry," he said briskly and walked off. She looked after him, hurt and confused before rounding on Harry.

"What did you do?" she exclaimed.

"What? I didn't do anything!" Harry cried.

"Yes you did," Hermione cut in, removing her face from her hands and looking at Celia, "Celia, he asked Cedric to "Thank you for last night," he was talking about you just talking to him and comforting, but he had also said some other stuff, and Cedric took it the wrong way."

"What 'other stuff'?" Celia looked very cross with Harry.

"Well, things like 'Cho and I have been fighting,' 'Celia stayed up all night with me,' 'I appreciate what she did for me,' things like that."

"Oh God, Harry! I can't believe… what?" Celia cried.

"Well, sure, if you say it like that," Harry said sheepishly.

"That's how you said it!" Hermione exclaimed.

"Damn it," Celia breathed before rushing off down the corridor after Cedric. Eventually she caught up with him in a deserted corridor.

"Cedric! Cedric, wait up!" she called after him.

She caught up with him, but he kept walking, so she did too.

"Cedric, it's not what it sounds like," Celia began.

"I really don't want to talk right now," he said shortly.

"Cedric, honestly, listen to me, it came out wrong, but-"

"I really don't want to talk to you right now, Celia."

Celia's steps faltered, but then regained her pace, trying to persuade him to listen to her.

"Cedric, it's really not what it sounds like-"
Cedric stopped walking and turned to face her.

"What the hell Celia? What the bloody hell? What the f- what were you doing with Harry? Honestly. I didn't think you would, I thought you… but I guess any thing's possible with the boy who lived."

He turned and kept walking, but think time, Celia did not follow him.

She looked after him, hurt, tears gathering in her eyes, before she walked the opposite way down the corridor. Cedric stopped walking when he heard her footsteps, and turned to see her walking away. He sighed, ran his fingers through his hair, and resumed walking.