-1The next day was the choosing of the Triwizard Champions. This was the day that Hermione feared most. She didn't want to see if Cedric got chosen, but she had to go just to make Harry and Ron content. They kept saying something like 'This is history in the making' and notions like that. They walked into the great hall and she saw that huge Goblet with the blue flames. There was a huge lump in her throat that she couldn't swallow. This was it….this was the moment of truth. The bright blue flame turned red to disperse the names.

Dumbledore spoke but all Hermione could hear was the school name and who it was.

"Beauxbatons…..Fleur Delacour. Durmstrang….. Viktor Krum! Hogwarts….. 'Please don't let it be Cedric'…… Cedric Diggory!"

Her heart sank. This couldn't be happening. She didn't really hear his name be called, did she? When she looked up he had already gotten up from his seat smiling. Then he glanced at her. His smile faded as he headed for a door leading to somewhere unknown. He had looked worried about something. Then she realized that tears were streaming down her face. She never even noticed she had started crying. Now he probably thought she had gone mental. She quickly wiped them away and got up to walk away when everyone saw the blue flame turn red once more. Dumbledore grabbed the piece of paper out of the air and mumbled, "H.. Harry Potter." She looked down at Harry who seemed just as shocked as she was.

"Harry Potter!" Dumbledore yelled this time.

"Harry, for goodness sakes go," Hermione pushed him out of his seat.

Harry walked over to Dumbledore and he handed Harry the piece of paper and pointed to the door Cedric had disappeared into.

Hermione couldn't take this anymore. She stormed out of the great hall so distressed she could barely walk. Her best friend, Harry, and the guy she seemed to admire so much, Cedric, were going to be competing against each other in the most dangerous competition ever. How on earth was she supposed to be able to cope with this. Supposedly being the strongest one she was supposed to be comforting others. Why was she so worked up about this tournament. Everything would be ok wouldn't it? She was sure Dumbledore wouldn't let anything happen to them. It would be completely mental if they would let children compete in tournaments that you can die in.

"Wait…. They can die in these tournaments," she remembered.

She was in pain. Her whole body was in pain, but mostly her heart. She should have been thinking about Harry the most, but all she could think about was Cedric

Cedric stood near a fireplace in what he thought was one of the dungeons. Fleur and Krum had both congratulated him for being chosen also. They were all beside each other when they noticed Harry Potter coming down the stairs. What was he doing down there? All of a sudden Dumbledore and the rest of the staff came down after Harry and bombarded him with questions. Cedric wasn't paying very much attention. He could only think about the look on Hermione's face when he had been called up as the Hogwart's Champion. Was she upset with him for becoming champion? He needed to find out because it was tearing him apart. All he could see in the back of his mind was her face. Without even thinking he ran out of the dungeon determined to knock anyone down who was in his way. He ran through the halls and then he saw her. She was rushing towards the library, her hands full of books.

"Hermione!"

She didn't turn around. There was no way he was going to see her cry!

"Hermione wait," he ran to her and gently pulled her arm around so she would face him.

He saw the tears in her eyes, how bloos shot they had become, and how hurt she looked. He didn't even think about what he was doing. He wrapped his arms around her and gave her a 'Everything is going be alright' hug. She was in shock and didn't know what to do. So all she knew what to do was wrap her arms around him and bury her face in his shoulder. Then they both realized what they were doing and backed away.

"Hermione, what's wrong? Talk to me," he said, wiping her tears away as tears started to dwell in his eyes.

"I…I…. d…don't want you in this tournament, but I know its too late. I should have told you before, but now its too late. You have to compete now! It's too dangerous!" she exclaimed falling to the floor and burying her face in her hands.

"Nothing is going to happen to me in this tournament," Cedric said, with a single tear streaming down his face and sat down next to her enveloping her in his strong arms, " Cause if it did I wouldn't be able to look into those beautiful eyes of yours anymore."

With those words Hermione grabbed the front of Cedric's shirt and kissed him fiercely. There was passion like no other. It was a very wet kiss but only because they were both crying so much. She wrapped her fingers in his messy tousled hair and cupped her face with his hands. Hermione had never had a kiss like this before. There was chemistry, passion, and everything she always looked for in a kiss. With that one kiss she knew he felt more for her than anyone else did in the world. This was all she ever wanted. Cedric cared. He really did care. He stopped for a moment, looked at her, and smiled. Hermione bit her lip and smiled back. He ran his hand along her cheek and felt how soft her skin was.

"Hermione, I'll be alright. I promise you."