Chapter somewhere around 12 or 13:

For some reason, Christine just couldn't get to sleep that night after Cedric went to Hogsmead with her. She flipped and flopped on her bed, staring at the ceiling, jinxed people in their sleep, read books while hanging off the side of her bed, nothing. Nothing could make her sleepy. Partly contributing to her lack of drowsiness was the summer heat.

Might as well just sneak out and take a bath. I benefit both ways. I get a bath and its fun. She thought. Grabbing a towel, extra change and soap, she crept downstairs, and opened the portrait door. The darkness gave her a sense of eeriness in her which made her hair stand on the end. Not being able to take it anymore, she made a wild dash for the nearest girls bathroom.

There, she stripped in one of the cubicles and took a long, long bath (which involved some horrible singing). She unscrewed the cap on her bottle of bath soap and tipped everything onto her hair, allowing it to dribble from her hair all the way down her body to her toes. She started to think about what went on that day…

Why do I always feel so weird when he's around…? She questioned herself.

Cause you like him, replied that annoying voice in her head.

No I don't, I hate him.

Yes you do… Even you dreamt of him a few weeks ago kissing you in the great hall, in front of Ann and Cho Chang…

That was just a dream… she thought, trying very hard to assure herself.

Your heart flutters whenever you see him…Your stomach flips whenever his skin grazes yours…Your eyes cant focus properly when he stands next to you…

You shut up! Who the hell are you? I'm hearing voices, I must be going insane…

I'm your conscience. Everyone has it…

And while Christine was having this ridiculous conversation with her conscience, Cedric was doing his midnight duties as a prefect to patrol the west wing (the place where she was bathing) before sleeping.

What's that floral smell? Where is it coming from? Cedric thought. Why is there light coming from the girl's bathroom, why is there someone singing! Or is that a banshee? He quickened his pace towards the girls bathroom, closing his eyes before entering, praying to the good Lord that there would not be any scantily clad girls nor naked ones inside.

He walked in and realized someone was taking a midnight shower… Before he could say anything, Christine unlocked the door and came out wrapped in a towel…

Then it happened. On seeing him, she shrieked in her loudest, most high pitched voice while the poor, horrified Cedric stood there screaming, trying to shield his eyes.

She ran back into the cubical, shouting and swearing(while changing) at him while Cedric was shouting back about "non of this would have happened if you hadn't flouted the school rules"

"YOU ARE THE WORST PERVERT I HAVE EVER SEEN IN THIS WHOLE CASTLE-"

"WHAT WERE YOU DOING OUT SO LATE! NON OF THIS WOULD HAVE HAPPENED IF-"

"YOU HADNT BARGED INTO A GIRLS BATHROOM!"

The shouting only stopped when Christine came out, wearing her T-shirt backwards. They glared at each other for a few seconds before-

"Detention!"

"Fine!"

"Meet me at Professor Hagrid's hut tomorrow after class!"

She stormed out and ran back to her common room, with thoughts racing through her mind…HE SAW ME IN A TOWEL…and your very excited about it (came the small voice)NO! STUPID PERVERT! HE'S WORSE THAN THAT BOY WHO SPIED ON ANN WHILE SHE WAS BATHING!

"Wake up! Wake up wake up! WAKE. UP!" Christine screamed at the fat lady, prodding her with her wand.

"Okay! Don't have to be so rude about it," she replied huffly, before swinging forward with the intention of hitting Christine.

Boring border boring border boring border boring border.

She avoided him for the rest of the day (the next day), ignoring his reminders on detention. After class, she dumped her bag back at the dormitory and took a long stroll to Hagrid's hut.

"Hi Hagrid!" she said warmly towards the giant, ignoring Cedric.

"Hi Christine, today you will be helping Cedric with his prefect duties. You're gonna help me wash them Hippogriffs. Now I know you have been paying attention in me class (Christine's stomach gave a guilty squirm) so you will know how to wash them. I will be attending to some business in the Forest," he said, looking into the dark woods, "So Cedric here will look after you," he, before going into the forest with a cheery wave.

She took her bows to the Hippogriffs and splashed large buckets of water on them. She carefully used the awful smelling soap to scrub their feathers, trying her best not to fluff or pull them out. Her robes were sopping wet and her hands were pruned. While scrubbing, she shot dirty looks at Cedric who looked away. Not being able to take it any longer, she hurled her dirty, extra-absorbant sponge at him.

The THONK sound indicated that the sponge had obviously found its target.

"OI!" he said, half amused half angry.

"That's for landing me in this situation," she snapped.

"And this," he said, sloshing a bucket full of dirty water at her, "Is for throwing the sponge at my head,"

The water splashed on her, wetting her to the fullest from head to toe. She screamed, rubbing the water away from her eyes and threw a bucket at him. He tried running sideways but slipped on the soap, falling on the ground.

"HAH!" Christine cried triumphant, before losing her balance, slipping and falling on the soapy floor.

Cedric got back up, got a bucket filled with soapy water, and sloshed it on her. Regaining her balance, she took the hose, turned on the tap and aimed the water at him, covering him in water.

Both of them laughed as they played with the water and soap, causing each other to be wet. Christine stripped her outer robe and covered Cedric with it, pouring extra water on him and pushing him down. Unknowingly, his hand grasped her shirt, pulling her down too.Both were sprawled on the floor, laughing as Cedric pulled the robe off him and looked at the sky.

"Oi! What happened here?" exclaimed Hagrid, who emerged from the Forest with a few queer looking birds in his hand.

Both students scrambled to get up and stood there haughtily.

"Uhh…We scrubbed your Hippogriffs," Christine said, trying to make the situation cheerful.

"Yeah, just leave'em there. Those brutes can go dry themselves. It's almost dinner time, you can go off now, thanks fer' all your help though!"

Thanking Hagrid, they ran back to the Castle, hoping that they were not late for dinner.

On arriving, they met Snape outside the Great hall…

"Tut tut… What atrociable attire… Especially from you…Mr Diggory, I expected better…"

"We were going upstairs, to change before dinner…"

"No no…Non of that now, you two will go in for dinner, without changing. Fifty points off both houses," he said snidely before walking away.

Cedric and Christine looked at each other. They were both sopping wet, with water still dripping from the hems of their robes. They stank of Hippogriff soap and had dirt on their faces… How exactly were they going to overcome this humiliation…?

(a/n): hello. Hope you like this chapter. I just watched narnia. Peter is so cute. He's eighteen btw, I thought he was thirteen.