I know Cedric Diggoy's supposed be to dead and all, but, well, he's just....just not dead now, okay!? lol. Deal with it.

Morning. Breakfast. Yum. Well, not really. I sat beside Alicia and Angie at the Gryffindor table while they stuffed their faces with food. Not so hungry myself, I helped myself to only a single piece of toast slathered with raspberry jam.

I nibbled on my toast and looked down the table at young Harry and his assorted friends. As usual, Hermione was reading some book and lecturing that twitchy friend of Harry's, Ron, about it.

Ron rested his head sleepily, with his fist mashing into his cheek. If someone swiped his arm off the table, he would fall face first into his porridge.

Over at the Slytherin table, Draco Malfoy and his friends Crabbe and Goyle were attempting to concoct a potion to make Harry spontaneously tap dance. No one in Slytherin likes those in Gryffindor, especially Harry Potter. Lucky for Harry, the potion consisted of orange juice, bacon, bits of ham, and pieces of pancakes.

Usually, Malfoy's initial idea would be to use magic to make Harry miserable, but he had to resort to childish games. The reason: Professor McGonagall. She had caught some of the Slytherins performing spells on Harry and for the sake of the Quidditch season, and his 'safety', she said that she would punish anyone who purposefully cast spells on Harry.

I didn't pay much attention to the Hufflepuff or Ravenclaw tables, they weren't relevant to me. I had about an hour and a half before my Transfiguration class and I realized I hadn't done my homework. 'Damn Quidditch practice!'

I got up from the table and left the hall. I doubt anyone noticed. I made my way up to Gryffindor Tower. I entered the Gryffindor Common Room and noticed my leather-bound Transfiguration book was placed on the small end table. I picked it up and hopped onto the couch. There was no one else in the Common Room, lucky me. I stretched and crossed my legs over the cushions and put my book on my lap.

I opened my book and noticed Angie's homework written on a piece of parchment stuck between two pages, one of them was where our assignment was. I sighed, taking it out, but making sure not to lose it. She would be needing it.

I took a blank sheet of parchment from out of the back of my book and grabbed a quill from the table beside the couch. It was hard to focus on

Transfiguration homework; honestly, I really didn't care how to transform a rock into a muggle calculator.

My mind wandered from Professor McGonagall's homework to Quidditch. I really wondered if we were going to win that match against Slytherin. I knew Oliver wished we would, but I wondered if we had a chance. Usually, Harry was reliable, but he was acting so strange, we all weren't very sure nowadays. I also wondered if Oliver's practice would be as hard today.

No! Back to homework!! I forced my mind to get back on the correct track and finish my homework.

After sitting in the quiet Common Room, from some time, I managed to finish my homework and have just enough time to make it to my class on time.

As I walked through the door, it looked like everyone was already seated and ready. Gryffindor shared Transfiguration class with Hufflepuff today. As was Professor McGonagall. I looked at her and she gave me a harsh look. For a split second, I thought I had missed the bell and I was late for class. If Gryffindor lost points on my account, Oliver would slaughter me. McGonagall smirked at me slightly as I went for my usual seat.

I heard the bell ring and I smiled.

"Miss Bell, please take your seat and I will begin today's lesson."

As I neared my seat on the four-seater bench I usually shared with just Alicia and Angie I noticed that it was empty. I looked around and saw that they had ditched me to go sit with Fred and George.

The only seat left open was the two-seater bench with one person sitting there. Cedric Diggory smiled friendlily at me. I smiled and sat next to him, putting my book down. As Professor McGonagall began the lesson, Cedric greeted me.

"Hello, Katie."

I smiled warmly and opened my book, not looking at him.

"Hello, Cedric," I said rather cheerfully.

McGonagall was saying something about homework, which prompted my mind to recall that Angie's homework was in my book. She used my books often. I watched her from across the room. Angie slowly looked for it; I think she was telling herself not to panic. She quickly began digging through her bag and then staring at Fred and George, accusing them of taking it. For once, they were innocent of something.

I watched her panic and I laughed. Cedric looked at me and frowned. I grinned and showed him her homework. He smiled. As McGonagall swept the room, collecting the papers, Cedric nudged me gently, whispering.

"C'mon!" he said with a smile. Obviously, he thought Angie had suffered enough.

"Ange!" I hissed to her. She turned around, her face clouded with anger. I smiled and passed her her paper. She took it angrily. She pointed a finger at me accusingly. I laughed and whispered quietly, "It was in my book!"

She turned around and went back to her conversation. Fred and George were demanding apologies for her accusations.

McGonagall took Cedric and mine's homework and went back to the front of the room.

"So, how are your practices?" he asked me

I frowned. "What!? Oh! Quidditch practices! Well, they're fine. How are yours?"

He smiled. "Not nearly as good. Too bad that it shows..."

"What?"

Cedric smiled and shook his head. "Never mind."

I tried to focus back onto McGonagall's lesson but it was useless.

"Katie?"

"Hmm?"

"Do you know if Dean Thomas asked out Cho Chang?"

I frowned, glancing towards the front of the room where she sat. "I have no idea."

"Oh, because I heard something about Dean...."

"Why?" I asked, grinning. It was almost obvious to me now that Cedric loved Cho; I just wanted to make him say it.

"Well?!" I asked, pursuing the subject.

Cedric smiled. "I'll let you know why after tonight..."

"After tonight?"

"Yeah, when I ask her."

I smiled. Cedric wasn't stupid. He knew that I knew. Cedric was very handsome, and many a Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, and Hufflepuffs fawned over him. Cho sure was lucky.

The bell rang and I stood up, taking my book with me. Time flied when you talk to Cedric.

"Good luck," I said.

"I'll tell you all tomorrow," he called to me, grinning as I walked out of the classroom.

I smiled. I was off to potions now with Snape. Bleck. I hated potions, I think everyone did, except for the Slytherins, I suppose. Honestly, I really was interested about how the Cedric/Cho thing would turn out.

As I walked down to the dungeons, I felt a familiar arm slide around my shoulders. I didn't have to stop and look at him to recognize that bright orange hair. It was Fred Weasley. He and I were pretty good friends and we shared Potions class together.

"Well, Katie, love, do you think Potions will be easier than enduring Wood's practices?"

I smiled again. "I don't know, Fred, I suppose it depends on what they both have in store for today."