Will You Forget Me? Chapter 1: Start of Something New, a harry potter fanfic

-1Chapter One: Start of Something New.

Disclaimer: Book - © J.K. Rowling. / Our Genius.

Fan Fiction - © CrimsonxVelvet. / Nothing More.

Author's Note (a/n): As what most normally will hear this, I (like many fan fiction authors amongst me) am experimenting with a new shipping, hoping that the results will be exceptional. As you may have guessed, this fan fiction is set between Hermione and Cedric, so we'll see what the outcome will be during the Triwizard Tournament at Hogwarts.

Let's begin.

The sky couldn't get any more darker than what it was at the moment. A sporadic flash of lighting came prior just seconds to the roar of thunder. The rain pattered against the many windows of the Hogwarts Express. However, just the inside of the train matched the chaos of the storm. First years here and there were running down the corridors, either chasing after another, or running away from the older students.

Hermione was just the opposite. For her fourth year to be returning back at Hogwarts, she was spending her time relaxing in the seat across from Harry and Ron. They were deep in conversation about the previous Quidditch World Cup they attended over the summer; something that Hermione had no interest in joining. To her, the sport was just dangerous. Sure, she admits that having gone to the popular event seemed pleasing, especially joined with most of the Weasley family, but now it was time to focus more on her school work than on anything else.

Another flash of lightning came, but the roar didn't sound from the thunder, yet. Instead, the next sound to be heard came from the compartment door that slid open. It was at that moment where Hermione glanced up from the pages of her book, and examined who had just entered without consent. It was for the second time in her life that she managed to become within feet of his presence, and the second time in her life where she felt the atmosphere change in its mood.

A tall Hufflepuff seventh year had entered in unexpectedly, his gaze more focused upon Harry Potter's presence than on anyone else for the moment. He looked to be stressed, although a little pink filled his cheeks. Suspecting from the tone of his voice, Cedric Diggory sounded to be embarrassed from what he was going to say.

"Look, Potter, forget what my dad said back at Stoatshead Hill," he spoke while scratching the back of his neck. Judging by the looks out in the corridor, his friends had trailed along with him, awaiting for Cedric to get done with what he came to do. "He's just a big fan of mine when it comes to Quidditch, that's all."

"Oh," Harry looked taken back, and judging by his expression, he really didn't care what Amos Diggory had said to him in the first place. "Er--it's no problem. I didn't mind."

Cedric smiled. "Just wanted to make sure. See you, Potter." With that dismissal, and a return nod from Harry, Cedric made one final glance around the compartment at Ron and Hermione, (pausing the glance a bit longer at the bushy-haired Gryffindor) before leaving the three alone in their closed compartment. Through the window, Hermione watched as he joined his friends, who then left down the corridor.

"That was unexpected," Ron spoke, his eyes a little wide, but relaxed as he glanced down at his school trunk. "I don't think he needed to say anything. Amos Diggory should have apologized…"

"Ron," Hermione interrupted, a little scowl forming in her expression as she spoke, "I highly doubt Mr. Diggory would bother with an apology. Besides, when there's someone who seems more fascinated in Quidditch itself, they're most likely going to neglect the need to apologize in the first place."

To her, this seemed like a statement mentioned in her mind plenty of times. Quidditch. It was all Harry and Ron cared about. More Ron than Harry, seeing that Harry has something else to deal with than just sports, but to Ron… He was just obsessed about the sport. She was sure that if he had the mind for it, he would be the first to sign up this year for Quidditch. After all, Oliver Wood, the Gryffindor Keeper, no longer remained a student at Hogwarts, but graduated on to pursue his career in Quidditch.

"Well, if you would even take your nose out of that book and even come to a single Quidditch match--" Ron made to respond, but was soon cut off from Harry's words.

"What do you think your mum meant by seeing us sooner this year?" Harry questioned. "You don't think they're coming to Hogwarts?"

"Oh, I'd hate that… It's enough having to live with Percy at the Burrow. I have been waiting for this moment in my life to actually go to Hogwarts without him." Ron stated. He seemed a little disappointed for not having to give a comment back to Hermione, just so he could give in the last word, but managed to shrug that feeling off.

"It would be rather nice for Mrs. Weasley to come to Hogwarts and check up on us. Either that, or perhaps the teachers are planning on having an earlier Christmas break for us." Hermione suggested. Her parents were planning on spending a few nights in Scotland over Christmas break, and she was waiting anxiously for that day to come.

As the three discussed their ideas and theories of what is to be happening at Hogwarts this term that makes Percy feel the need to hide something from them, as well as the rest of the Weasley's (and Draco Malfoy who had interrupted their conversation during that hour), the Hogwarts Express was slowing down just a bit. This signaled for Hermione to leave the compartment and find herself an empty one to get changed, while Harry and Ron dressed in their already occupied compartment.

As Hermione made her way down the corridor, dragging her school trunk along that contained her Gryffindor uniform and black cloak, she came across that familiar Hufflepuff for the third time in her life. It was a sudden movement that caused Hermione to trip over her trunk and fall flat to her face. Cedric had been coming out of his compartment, just finding himself accidentally knocking the Gryffindor girl to the floor.

"Ow," moaned Hermione, glancing down at her knee to which her hands moved to rub. It didn't hurt as much as she thought the impact would cause, but just the sudden fall seemed to shock her. Then again, one doesn't purposely plan on falling to begin with, unless they planned it for a reason.

"I'm so sorry," came Cedric's voice from above her, as he kneeled down to try and help her up. He had his hand out, unsure whether what the girl would think if he was to suddenly help her up without consent, waiting anxiously for her response.

As Hermione moved her gaze to the boy, more like young man, before her, she accepted his offer and managed to get back to her feet as she let the Hufflepuff help her up. When she felt sturdy in her in place, the feeling of falling once more inexistent, she glanced up at the face of Cedric Diggory. It was his eyes that attracted her attention. He looked to be concerned of her being, hoping that the impact did not affect her physically.

"Are you hurt?" he asked, when Hermione couldn't find anything to say.

"No…" she shook her head. "No, I-I'm fine. Just startled, that's all."

He opened his mouth to say something, but apparently changed his mind as the expression on his face switched from concern to curiosity. "You're that Granger girl, are you? Friends with Harry Potter? The top student in your year?"

"Yes." Hermione felt her face reddening. If that's all she was known by, Harry Potter's friend who received high marks in her studies, she wondered what others then thought of her. Was that all she was? "And, you're Cedric Diggory. Amos Diggory's son. Hufflepuff Seeker."

Cedric smiled, looking as if he was ashamed in an awkward way. "Yeah, yeah… well, I wouldn't want to be referred to as Amos Diggory's son."

"Your father seemed nice… in a way," Hermione added.

"Try living with him."

Hermione noticed that the laughter Cedric gave sounded as if he was a bit nervous at this. He was scratching the back of his head once more, (a sure sign that proved he was nervous) but didn't say much about it. "It's not that I don't hate my father, it's just that he can be quite embarrassing sometimes."

Hermione gave a small smile that showed she understood. "It's alright. We can't really control what our parents do, nor control their every word and action, so it's quite easy for one to forgive another from their parent's behavior."

If only she meant this in honesty. This case seemed quite different when it came to Draco Malfoy, and his father Lucius. There really wasn't much for her to criticize about Draco's mum, seeing that the only glimpse Hermione caught of the lady was at the Quidditch World Cup, but just the aura she gave off seemed chilling to begin with.

"You can say that again. Well, anyway, I'm sorry for knocking you down," Cedric smiled. "I've got to get going. Tell Potter for me that I'm still sorry for what my dad said."

Hermione laughed silently in her mind. That was quite enough apology from the Hufflepuff, as she watched the older student head off down the corridor, before returning back to dragging her trunk into the empty compartment at the side. She would have preferred to get changed earlier, and watched where she was going, because as soon as she returned back to her previous compartment, Harry and Ron were already questioning her on what had taken her so long.

The conversation had ended when Ron mentioned that girl's always took long to get changed, and Hermione didn't feel the need in commenting. After all, her mind trailed back to her book. However, this young Gryffindor witch didn't seem focused with what the text of the book revealed. Her mind was on something else. More like someone.

a/n: Now that the first chapter is complete, please don't forget to review. This is my first attempt with a Cedric / Hermione pairing. Oh, and please, please, please! I need some deep criticizing on the parts I need work on. I will give a slice of my carrot cake to those who have something to comment about my story that will need work on. I know that I may not be the best at writing, but I am working at my hardest, especially through a headache. As I keep going with this fan fiction, I will be giving chapter dedications to a select reviewer. Also, don't look now, but with every tenth reviewer, I will create a character after them. Details will be given to that tenth reviewer through messaging, (and it will be only to those who sign in on their account, or give information in their review that could lead me to contact them).

Thanks.