"Hello mates!" Cedric greeted Harry and Ron, cheerfully. He took a seat at the Gryffindor table while the duo threw questioning glances at each other. "So, how's your day so far?"

"Hey Diggory!" Peter, Cedric's friend, shouted. "You're at the wrong table."

"Yeah," Cedric yelled back "Just getting reacquainted with my soon to be brother-in- laws." Boisterous laughter and murmurs of 'he's whipped' from his Hufflepuff friends followed his comment.

"Could you pass that?" Cedric took the plate of honey glazed roast beef from Ron, ignoring the curious looks the Gryffindors were giving him. "Thanks."

"What are you doing here, Mister?" Hermione had finally arrived standing frighteningly tall next to Cedric, hands on her hips. "You're in my seat."

"I figured you could just sit on my lap," he flashed a charming smile that would usually make the girls swoon, but not Hermione. Instead, she whacked him over the head with her shoulder bag that weighed about seven to ten pounds. "So violent darling, save that in bed." The suggestive remark earned another round of laughter but this time from the Gryffindors. Hermione turned a deep shade of red and just told Seamus to scoot over so she could sit. Cedric cautiously put his arms around her waist, and then offered her a spoonful of mashed potatoes. "Eat this, you're too skinny, you need more carbs."

"I thought I was fat," Hermione raised her eyebrow.

"Hey, I never said that."

"Then what's with the South Witch Diet Book."

"Oh that," Cedric chuckled nervously. He then looked at Harry and Ron, who were sitting across them. "That was when we weren't together yet, you know." He reasoned, referring to the days when he fully thought that he had been cruelly rejected by Hermione.

"Oh, really?" Hermione stared at him, looking really amused, making Cedric shift more uncomfortably in his seat. "Maybe you should have given me Jenny Craig's calling card. It would have cost you less money."

"Hold up," Harry interrupted their conversation.

"Yeah, rewind," Ron motioned circles with his right hand.

"What do you mean by 'weren't together yet'?" Harry looked at them critically while Ron nodded in agreement. "Hermione, is there something you're not telling us?"

"Well you see I'm Cedric's…"

"You heard her," Cedric butted in. "She's mine." Hermione glared at him.

"Oh no!" Ron cried. "Why did you do it? You didn't have to be Cedric's slave to understand how the house elves feel."

"This SPEW is going too far," Harry scolded his bushy haired friend.

"Huh?" Hermione wrinkled her nose in confusion. "What is he on about?" She whispered to Cedric.

"I dunno," Cedric shrugged, thinking that Hermione's friends must be on drugs.

"Let's get out of here," Hermione dragged Cedric out of the Great Hall.

"Gonna snog me senseless in a deserted hallway, are you?" Cedric wiggled his eyebrows while smiling seductively at her.

"You wish! Hurry up you big buffoon, I still need to do a list of punishments."

"Oh Merlin help me," Cedric moaned. 'I was hoping she would forget about that,' he said to himself. Hermione turned around and kissed him playfully on the cheek. 'Maybe it wouldn't be that bad.' He held her in his arms, not wanting to let go.

In the meantime…

"Honestly," Seamus said to Harry and Ron. "It's not about SPEW. Hermione and Cedric are together romantically."

"She's not his slave?" Ron asked him dumbly. "Then why did Diggory said that Hermione's his?"

"Yeah," Harry was a bit confused too. "Explain that too us."

'You're telling me that these two are gonna defeat He-Who-must-not-be-named,' Seamus thought. 'Even Neville isn't this daft.'

A/N: I hope it makes sense. Thanx for the Reviews. I really appreciate them. Sorry if I offended anyone by making Harry and Ron a bit thick.