Chapter Eight: Another Note.
Chapter Dedication: nehimasgift
Disclaimer:This whole plotline you see… it's mine! XD Harry Potter, however, is J.K. Rowling's masterpiece. No one can take that away from her.
Author's Note: Many of you may haven't noticed, but this version of 'Will You Forget Me?' is actually a rough draft. (Haha… funny…) Seriously. I look at it, and I see a piece of work that needs help. Others may look at it and say, "This was some wonderful piece that I enjoyed reading… blah, blah…I simply am in awe!" I think you're the one that's joking. XD Actually, if I can have the ability to take a few weeks off (perhaps a month or two) from not working on this… and not reading a single word… I can look back on it and say, "Okay, I'm missing something here, and there's definitely no point in adding this small portion at all…" Once this rough draft is finished, that's what I will do. It's called proofreading people! I'm going to proofread this, and hopefully I may get the final draft completed sometime in my schedule. I'll actually just add a chapter (that doesn't belong to the fan fiction) and give you my final update, saying that this rough draft is finished, and my final work will be edited onto my website. My excuse for this: To overcome Writer's Block, you can't just stop and look back. You have to keep writing and writing, (taking small breaks, of course… we can't just labor over this for every minute) and never look back on the fan fiction. Enough with my long speech, let's get onto the fan fiction.
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"Stunningly pretty? Her?"
Hermione didn't turn her head once to glance at Pansy, nor did she let the laughter of the Slytherin girls distract her. All she did was ignore their snide remarks when she made her way out of the Great Hall. She wasn't having the best time trying to get Harry and Ron to talk, barely having time to finish her breakfast. When her attempts failed, she decided to go to her only place of comfort.
The library seemed more active than before. Well, she soon found her answer when Viktor Krum was turning down an aisle, not looking back once to face the group of giggling girls. (Try saying that ten times fast.) Sighing, and with a roll of her eyes, Hermione turned down the Charms aisle.
Once grabbing one of the books that looked to be unfamiliar (something that she hadn't read) she headed straight to her favorite spot. It was pointless. Why was she going to stay in the front of the library when the sounds of whispered giggles could be heard, and that Harry and Ron (if they were to look for her) still didn't bother making any attempt in strengthening their friendship. However, when she thought she could sit down and relax, a note was resting on her favorite seating spot.
Since she happened to be the only Miss Granger to inhabit the castle, Hermione read the note:
Miss Granger,
There was no need to apologize for prying on the conversation between Kylie and I. I didn't mean to upset you in any way, or snap at you for any reason. I must say I am sorry for my behavior back then.
Really, I had no idea why I felt like writing to you. Though, I did wanted to find you and apologize in person, but you had left so suddenly that it seemed like you disapparated. (Which, everyone should know that you cannot do that on the Hogwarts grounds at all.) I'm not even sure you'll be able to find this note in time… but it's always worth a try, isn't it? I wanted to repay you sometime. How about meeting me in the entrance hall after dinner? That is… if you find this note no later than I expected.
-Diggory.
Hermione glanced down at her watch and noticed that lunch would be in hours, which meant that dinner was much farther away. She even wondered if meeting Cedric was the right thing to do. After all, he did have a girlfriend… which, if Cho found out about this, Hermione may feel that she was definitely going to have to go through questioning. She sighed. Placing the note into her bag, she sat herself down onto the couch. There was going to be a lot of thought put into her response.
Eventually, Hermione decided that it wasn't proper to be selfish and have Cedric just waiting there, while she was standing him off. She could say that she hadn't gotten the note, but having seen him in the library a few times… who knows what he could have seen. There was no point hiding from it. And Hermione wasn't going to be one to lie at all. Once she had finished her meal, she stood up to leave out of the Great Hall before finding herself face to face with Cedric Diggory. (Before she had left, she wished Harry luck, seeing that he had to visit Hagrid and then speak with Sirius in a short amount of time.)
Cedric seemed to be pleased at Hermione's appearance, signaling that she had found the note. He smiled, before saying, "Are you ready?"
Hermione shrugged as if she was unsure on her final decision. "That depends… where are you going to take me?"
"That's the secret," Cedric said, "but first, we must cover your eyes."
Hermione was looking a little reluctant, but Cedric had already been pulling off his black-and-yellow striped tie and wrapping it around her eyes without consent. When he made sure it was comfortable enough, he took her hand and said, "Trust me."
"Okay," Hermione replied, following his lead.
There was nothing to be afraid about, because the walk seemed to be well-directed. Not only was he leading her by hand, but he also gave directions as to where she should go. All the same, she kept her focus on Cedric, without having any part of her mind ask, 'What would other students think if they saw?'
"Watch your feet," Cedric spoke.
"How?"
"How what?"
"How can I watch my feet if my eyes are covered?" Hermione asked. Cedric apparently found it funny, because she could hear him laugh.
"Just—er—be careful…" Cedric said.
"I am trusting you, just so you know," Hermione stated as if Cedric should have this stuck to his mind.
"As you've said… oh, look! Well, you can't look yet, but—we're here!" Cedric exclaimed. "I just want you to stand there for one quick second…"
Hermione could hear him walk away for a few steps, whisper something inaudible, and came back to hold her hand once more. Every sound she heard was confusing, and all she could do was just imagine what was going on.
"Come with me," Cedric spoke once more, directing her hand after him as he lead her forward a few feet and stopped. Hermione heard a door close behind her, the sound of a portrait closing and soon felt Cedric pulling off the tie from around her eyes, revealing the sight before her.
"Here we are."
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a/n: Sorry for not responding to the reviews once more. I'm at school. Which means that my author's note here will be short, too. Anyway, the chapter dedication is for nehimasgift, and I'm proud to say that it's great to see you again. I am not saying who wrote the note… it may seem a little obvious, but who says it's really from him? xD I needed to make Cedric as three-dimensional as possible, seeing that we don't really get much from him in the first place in the books, except that "Oh, Cedric did this…" and other random stuff. I can't really say what Hermione's favorite soap opera is, because she keeps it a secret, even from me. xD