Disclaimer: Ainsley and Jada are mine....JK Rowling own the rest.
"I'm sorry!! I didn't see you there!!" he said to me. I knew it. Cedric Diggory.
"It's fine." I grumbled and began to pick up my strewn books. Cedric quickly knelt down to help me.
"Here." He said, handing me my Potions book. "Where are you headed now?"
I held up the book. "Potions. You?"
"The same. At least I know someone in there. None of my friends had it, the lucky bastards got double Charms. Want to be partners?"
"Sure." I mumbled, tying my shoe. I stood up and pulled the hair out of my eyes. Great, I thought, I'm sure to fail now with Diggory on my side. We walked to our class together, him talking about quidditch, and me not listening to a word he was saying. We entered the classroom and sat at a table in the middle of the room. Snape entered in his usual 'I'm so great I think I'll enter my classroom mad' way that annoyed the fuck out of me. I had endured it for the past 5 years, what made me think it would be different this year? Wait a tick, I'm a sixth year, and Cedric is a seventh.
"Diggory." I whispered.
"Yes?"
"Why are you in a sixth year Potions class?"
"Snape didn't like the fact that I ruined my final potion last year, so he's making me take it again along with my seventh year class."
"Oh."
"Blah Blah, another year, Blah Blah...don't fuck up." Straight from Snape's mouth. How lovely. "Now who can tell me the proper ingredients for a healing potion." Then it happened. Cedric Diggory raised his hand. Old Blockhead Diggory raised his hand to answer the question. And he answered it flawlessly. I was dumbfounded. I started at him in disbelief. Talk about shoving your foot in your mouth. Mine was so far down my throat, I was choking on it. I felt stupid. Diggory really wasn't dumb after all. At that moment I took back every awful thing I ever said about his brains.
After what seemed like ages and a million pieces of parchment covered in notes later, we were finally released. I stood up and groaned, my back aching from sitting for so long.
"So that was harsh." Diggory said to me as we were leaving.
"Indeed." I replied.
"I heard about the whole 'you are really a Potter' thing. Congratulations?" he said that as if he didn't really know what to say.
I laughed. "Thanks, I don't know if congratulations are in order. But yeah, it's been hell for me these past years you know? Watching him almost die many times, and me not being able to do anything about it. I'm just glad Dumbledore agreed with me that it was time for him to know....Sorry I'm boring you."
"No No! It's fine, hey if you ever want to talk about it...I'm here."
"Thanks, Cedric. I really appreciate it. I may take you up on that offer." I smiled and he smiled back. Then his face relaxed and his dark eyes began to pick apart my face. I couldn't do anything but stare at him.
"I'm sorry!! I didn't see you there!!" he said to me. I knew it. Cedric Diggory.
"It's fine." I grumbled and began to pick up my strewn books. Cedric quickly knelt down to help me.
"Here." He said, handing me my Potions book. "Where are you headed now?"
I held up the book. "Potions. You?"
"The same. At least I know someone in there. None of my friends had it, the lucky bastards got double Charms. Want to be partners?"
"Sure." I mumbled, tying my shoe. I stood up and pulled the hair out of my eyes. Great, I thought, I'm sure to fail now with Diggory on my side. We walked to our class together, him talking about quidditch, and me not listening to a word he was saying. We entered the classroom and sat at a table in the middle of the room. Snape entered in his usual 'I'm so great I think I'll enter my classroom mad' way that annoyed the fuck out of me. I had endured it for the past 5 years, what made me think it would be different this year? Wait a tick, I'm a sixth year, and Cedric is a seventh.
"Diggory." I whispered.
"Yes?"
"Why are you in a sixth year Potions class?"
"Snape didn't like the fact that I ruined my final potion last year, so he's making me take it again along with my seventh year class."
"Oh."
"Blah Blah, another year, Blah Blah...don't fuck up." Straight from Snape's mouth. How lovely. "Now who can tell me the proper ingredients for a healing potion." Then it happened. Cedric Diggory raised his hand. Old Blockhead Diggory raised his hand to answer the question. And he answered it flawlessly. I was dumbfounded. I started at him in disbelief. Talk about shoving your foot in your mouth. Mine was so far down my throat, I was choking on it. I felt stupid. Diggory really wasn't dumb after all. At that moment I took back every awful thing I ever said about his brains.
After what seemed like ages and a million pieces of parchment covered in notes later, we were finally released. I stood up and groaned, my back aching from sitting for so long.
"So that was harsh." Diggory said to me as we were leaving.
"Indeed." I replied.
"I heard about the whole 'you are really a Potter' thing. Congratulations?" he said that as if he didn't really know what to say.
I laughed. "Thanks, I don't know if congratulations are in order. But yeah, it's been hell for me these past years you know? Watching him almost die many times, and me not being able to do anything about it. I'm just glad Dumbledore agreed with me that it was time for him to know....Sorry I'm boring you."
"No No! It's fine, hey if you ever want to talk about it...I'm here."
"Thanks, Cedric. I really appreciate it. I may take you up on that offer." I smiled and he smiled back. Then his face relaxed and his dark eyes began to pick apart my face. I couldn't do anything but stare at him.