The next morning, I woke up feeling sick. I clapped a hand over my mouth, slipped out of my bed, rushed to the bathroom, bent over the toilet and threw up violently. When I thought it was over, more came. When it was finally over, I rinsed out my mouth and returned to my room to find Cedric sitting on my bed.

"Merry Christmas, love," he said as he rose to his feet.

I merely mumbled.

"You okay?" he asked.

"I've been feeling sick all morning."

"Maybe you have a secret you don't want to hide anymore," Cedric smiled.

My stomach tightened. "What do you mean?" I asked, trying to hide my nerves.

"My mother always used to say to me that when you're violently sick like that, it means you're hiding something," said Cedric with a smile. "So, what are you hiding?"

"Nothing," I said.

"Good," said Cedric, putting his hand in his pocket. "Now I can give you your present."

"Actually," I said, stopping him from pulling out whatever it was in his pocket. "I do have something to tell you."

"Really?" he said still smiling.

My stomach tightened as I brought my hand to it and tears streamed down my face.

"Hey, what is it?" Cedric asked placing his hands on my shoulders.

"I," I said, my voice breaking. "I cheated on you."

Cedric's hands slipped off on my shoulders and he took a step back. "You cheated on me," he repeated slowly.

I nodded. "With Harry."

"How did you cheat on me?"

"I-I slept with him," I answered with difficulty.

Cedric sighed as he turned his back on me. "Why would you do that?" he asked.

"I'm so sorry," I said, trying to get him to look me in the eyes. "I was caught up in the moment."

"I can't believe this," Cedric breathed as he began to run his fingers through his hair then gripping it tightly.

"I'm so sorry," I repeated. "I-I tried to stop."

"But, you didn't, did you?"

"I," I said, placing my hand on his arm, but he pulled away. "Please, forgive me."

Cedric turned to face me, placing his hands on my wet face. "I can't."

"Please!" I begged.

Cedric leaned forward and kissed my forehead. "Goodbye, Hermione."

I blinked and he was gone.

I broke down into hysterical sobs while pulling at my hair. I looked over at my bag at the foot of my bed. I went to the bag, pulled out my notebook and tore out the pages and ripped them into pieces.

When I was through with that, looked over at my shelf of souvenir snow globes. I went over to it, grabbed the closest one, stared at it for a moment, and then threw it where it shattered on the hard wood floor. I did the same thing with all of them, screaming as I did.

After that, still sobbing, I fell to the floor, cutting my knees from the glass. I ignored the pain.

My door suddenly opened.

"Hermione, love, what's wrong?" Mother asked, holding me close.

"Oh, Mom, I blew it! I really blew it!" I said between gasping sobs.

"What?" Mother asked.

"I lost Cedric, Mom! I lost him!" I cried, still gasping and sobbing.

"Hermione, calm down!"

"I can't!" I gasped. "I-"

The world suddenly disappeared around me.