-Certain Uncertainties-
"Cedric, I can't help feeling that something is wrong," Cho whispered to him one summer's eve on the lake by Hogwarts. The sun had just begun to sink, an orange ball in the distance that made the eyes sting if one tried to look at it properly. Cho lay in the grass by the water, propped up on her elbow on her side. She gazed worriedly at Cedric.
"Like what?" Cedric was curious. Cho looked desperately worried.
"Something, Cedric. I don't know what it is, but something about the Tournament. I think—I think something's going to happen to—to—"
"To who?"
"To you," Cho whispered, a single tear sliding down her cheek. Cedric reached out and brushed away the tear, cupping Cho's face with his hand.
"Nothing's going to happen to me, Cho. I promise."
"I just—I just—I think I love you." Cedric's heart was beating wildly in his chest as she proclaimed her feelings for him.
"I—I love you too." He smiled shyly at her. He could feel a blush creeping onto his cheeks. "And you don't have to worry. I can take care of myself. Really."
"Are you sure, I—"
"I'm sure. Just as sure as I am about this." He leaned close to her and pressed his lips to hers gently. His first kiss.
Now it was Cho's turn to blush. She said shyly, "Could we—try that again?" Cedric only nodded. He couldn't seem to speak. Cho leaned toward him, closing the remaining space between them, and kissed him again.
Neither of them had ever been so happy. Their joy enveloped them and closed them in a word of their own. The innocence of first love captured them and owned them, joining them.
Tomorrow would be the fourth and final Task. Little did either know how true Cho's words would come to be. Cedric would be captured and killed by Lord Voldemort the following day, and Cho would never see him again.
Disclaimer: All characters in this story belong to J.K. Rowling. (Sorry, I forgot to include this in my last chappie…;)