A/N: First I'd like to thank my loyal reviewers, im-the-doctor and muentiger, for reviewing the last chapter. You guys get virtual hugs! So this chapter is going to be short since it's a filler. But it's pretty sad. And there's a POV for Cedric. Madness you say? Well shut up! Or I'll stab you in the jugular with a freshly sliced orange peel (Yes Ana, I used the line again). Enjoy and review!

Rosaline has been acting really weird lately. She barely talked and just stared off into the distance. Whenever we talked she wouldn't listen. And here's the weirdest part out of all of it; whenever Cedric passed by she would totally space out. I tried shrugging it off but it kept coming back to me. It was probably nothing anything.

The problem that I needed to worry about was Harry. I needed to find a way to save him from facing Voldemort. I knew that he was going to come back, and he was coming back stronger. Whenever I thought about him returning, this feeling of death would surround me. It definitely wasn't a good feeling.

"I need to talk to you," I told her.

She looked at the expression on my face with a curious look.

"Okay," she said slowly, "What about?"
"Harry," I said.

"What's wrong?" she asked suddenly becoming worried.

"Not here," I whispered, "We need to go somewhere else."

Hermione nodded and followed me to the Black Lake.

"What's going on?" she asked.

"Someone at the school is trying to hurt Harry," I said, "I know it doesn't sound that bad but it is. Because whoever wants to is going to bring him to Voldemort."

Hermione shivered, and not from the cold. I rolled my eyes at her fear of his name.

"Oh for Pete's sake," I complained, "It's a name. Saying his name won't kill me. And besides, his name is definitely not scary. How the hell am I supposed to terrified by the name, Voldemort? It sounds like something that would go with the name Egbert. Now that is just disgu-"

"Calm down Aaralyn," Hermione stopped my ranting, "Just continue what you were saying about...You-Know-Who."

"Right," I said, "He's going to try to come back."

"He's tried several times to return," she said, "And each time it ended in failure. What's so different about this time?"

"He's actually going to come back this time, Hermione," I said, "I've seen it...several times."

Hermione gasped. She didn't say anything for a while.

"You said that the future changes all the time," she said, "Maybe it won't happen."

"Maybe it won't," I agreed, "But we have to make sure it doesn't happen. So I need you to help me keep an eye on Harry. It's supposed to happen sometime during the third task."

Hermione thought for a moment and then suddenly her eyes lit up; she had an idea.

"I know a charm you could use," she said.

"Do tell," I begged.

"I could put a charm on two items, such as a necklace and a watch," she explained, "If you wear one of them and Harry wore the other one, then you would be able to know where he was. You would actually be there, but not actually there. It's sort of like watching a muggle movie or play."

"What if he needs my help?" I asked.

"I'm afraid you won't be able to help him," she sighed, "But you'd be able to send for help."

"Well it's good enough," I said. "Hopefully he'll be okay."

The third task was right around the corner. Hermione was already working on the charm. I was getting more nervous ever day we came closer to the task. What if Voldemort does come back? What if the charm doesn't work? What if Harry doesn't make it?

I sat by the Black Lake, writing in my journal. I was half way through my entry when I suddenly saw darkness. At first I was shocked, but then I realized it was a pair of hands covering my eyes.

"Guess who," a familiar voice whispered in my ear.

"Hi George," I laughed.

George pulled his hands away and kissed me hello. He sat down next to me and wrapped his arm around my shoulder.

"What are you writing?" he asked as he glanced at my journal.

Luckily I closed it before he could read anything.

"It's just a journal," I said, as if it was nothing.

It actually had all of my secrets and personal thoughts. I didn't want anyone reading it; even the people who did know my secrets.

"So the third task is coming up," I said.

"Oh yeah," George said, remembering it was near by, "Fred and I will have to get ready for the bets."

"You and your bets," I playfully rolled my eyes, "You humor me."

George just smirked at me.

"So who do you think will win?" he asked.

"Definitely not Fleur," I said, "All of them but Fleur have a chance of winning. What about you?"

"I'm rooting for Harry all the way," George smiled proudly.

"You really think he's going to win," I said.

"Definitely," he said, "Harry was practically born a hero. What can he not do?"

"You got me there," I shrugged.

George laughed in agreement.

"Can I ask you something?" I asked.

"Sure," he said.

"Has anyone actually died in the tournament?" I asked.

"I'm not sure," George said, "Why do you ask?"

"I'm just worried," I said, "Harry's really young and Dumbledore said that the tasks were deadly."

"Come on," he said, "Harry can take care of himself. He's faced far worse things than a dragon and couple of mermaids."

"You're right," I sighed, "It's nothing."

George smiled and kissed my cheek. If only he knew what could happen. I wish I could tell him everything about who I was and what I saw, but I couldn't. I'd be risking my life if I did.

"Are you okay?" he asked.

"Yeah," I lied, "I'm fine."

George looked at me curiously, wondering if he should believe me or not. To make him believe me, I kissed him sweetly on the lips. He immediately kissed back. His arms tightened around me as the kiss deepened. I couldn't help but smile. I pulled away and smiled at him brightly.

"I like kissing you," George smirked.

"I like kissing you, too," I giggled.

He pulled me back into another kiss putting more passion into then he before. It felt like it lasted forever. Hundreds of butterflies danced through my body and shivers traveled up and down my spine. I finally pulled away to catch my breath. I looked deep into his eyes to see a beautiful sparkle. I smiled and softly kissed him again.

Cedric's POV

I can't stop thinking about her. Everything about her is so unique and beautiful; her electric blue hair, her soft gray eyes, her beautiful smile, her angelic laugh...I could talk about her for days. I told her she was my everything but she just stood there with a blank face. Maybe she doesn't feel the same way. I did break her heart, but I've told hundreds of times that I was sorry. It drove me crazy; she wouldn't talk to me or even look my way. She hated my guts, she probably still does. I just want to here her say that she forgives me. Out of all of the things in the world, that would be my dying wish. Now I realize something, I don't like her. I love her. I'm in love with Rosaline Moriali.

I closed my journal and put it away. I sighed and ran my fingers through my hair. I couldn't keep living like this. I was going bloody mad because of her. How could I get her to forgive me? I kissed her, I confessed my love to her, but she still wouldn't forgive me. It was starting to frustrate me. Everyone kept saying "get over her" and "she's just a girl," but she's more than just a girl. She's the only girl that really changed me. She made me realize what was wrong with me. And she was the only girl that pushed me away when I hurt her. She didn't come crawling back like the others. She made my heart break when I broke hers.

"Cedric," I heard a familiar voice say.

I could feel my heart skipping beats as I turned around. There she was, standing before me.

"Rosaline," I said.

"I wanted to talk to you...about what you said," she said. She nervously fiddled with her fingers and tried not to keep eye contact.

"What about it?" I asked, trying not to care.

"Did you really mean it?" she asked. The smallest hint in her voice told me that she wanted me to say yes.

"Of course I did," I said.

"I just wanted to make sure," she said.

"I understand," I said, "You don't if you can trust me."

She nodded shyly and looked down at her feet.

"I get it," I said, "But from all of this I've learned something."

She looked up confused.

"If you care for someone," I said, "You let them go."

I picked my bag up from the ground and then faced her.

"So this is me letting you go," I said, "And again, I'm truly sorry."

I then walked away. Every step I moved further from her, the more my heart broke. The pain became deeper. Tears brimmed in my eyes, but I quickly wiped them away before they fell. I couldn't believe I was doing this.

Rosaline's POV

There he went. He just let me go and walked away. Why? I didn't want him to let me go. I wanted him to hold me until the end of the world and kiss me like he did before; except this time I would kiss back. But he just let me go. I was shocked and very heart broken. Tears started to surface, the further he walked away. I quickly brushed them away before letting them fall. I breathed deeply to ease the pain I felt. I brushed my hair back from my face and then sat down on the ground.

I was going to tell him how I really felt. I was going to tell that I did like him. But he just had to do the "right thing" and freakin' let me go. That stupid, idiotic, handsome, charming, caring son of a bitch.

"Why do I like you so much?" I whispered.

A/N: Awwwww! Isn't that sad? Here are some virtual tissues for those who are crying. If you're not crying then you can use the tissues to make a tissue flower or something. I don't know, be creative! Now go review!