(A/N: A little closer in this chapter they may get? O.o Yesh? I only own Isis and , Kevin, now that Henry's gone? R&R please!)

Cedric's eyes traveled over to Isis's arm, which was loosely hanging off the edge of the bed. He gently picked up her arm, and looked at the giant bruise. Cedric stroked the arm, trying to figure out where she had gotten such a wound. The memory of him grabbing that arm in the bookstore a week ago, flooded back into his mind. He had not meant to harm her, he was only getting a point across as to not touching the book.

Cedric stopped stroking Isis's arm and got up off the floor. He did not understand, when he was commanding his men, they did not care if he grabbed them roughly by the arms. Cedric turned away and began pacing, stopping only a few times to look at her arm. 'I was too rough, I should never...' his thought trailed away when Isis's arm moved up to her head and she moaned.

Isis sat up before she opened her eyes. "My head hurts..." Opening her eyes she looked up to see Cedric standing on the other side of the room. "Where's Kevin? You didn't kill him, did you?"

Cedric was silent for a minute, 'Does all she care about is this Kevin?' Finally,he answered, "No. But I did warn him if he did come back, I would kill him."

Isis watched Cedric for a moment, "Thank you Cedric." She said weakly as she got out of bed.

Cedric watched her walk over to him and wrap her arms around his waist. He noticed her head only came up to his upper-chest. He never realized how small she was, she seemed so defenseless. He carefully placed his hand on her head, and stroked her hair. Gently he repeated the process, "I'm sorry about hurting your arm." he said in a hushed voice.

Isis looked up at him, her icy blue eyes full of forgiveness, "I'll forgive you this time. But next time, I'll beat you over the head with that book!"

Cedric let out a small chuckle and nodded, "Okay, Why did you not let me kill him?" He asked randomly.

Isis looked down from his eyes and placed her forehead on his chest, "You were serious about it?"

"Yes. When I saw him pinning you against the wall-you looked so helpless-I-"

Isis smiled cutting him off, "I think it's called jealousy."

"Jealous? Of him?" He said with disgust, "Why would I ever-"

Isis unwrapped her hands around his waist, and placed them on his chest, "I think you wanted to pin me against the wall instead of him." She laughed at Cedric's shocked expression and walked downstairs to get something to eat.

Cedric blushed and followed her downstairs, 'What was she implying? That she thought I wanted to harm her? Or-' Cedric's thoughts were interrupted by Isis's voice coming from in the kitchen.

"Are you hungry?" She asked, popping her head over the open bar in front of the sink, "I could make some bacon..." Isis turned around and opened the refrigerator.

"Sounds wonderful." Cedric said, sitting at the bar. He watched her bake bacon, but could not remove his eyes from her bruised arm.

(A/N: Aw! He feels bad for what he did to Isis! So cute! Review now!)