Hey everyone! So sorry I didn't update this story for a long time. Suddenly for no particular reason, I felt so drained of inspiration. So I'm back. And to all those flamers out there who think my character is mary-sue? Go get a life, flame all you want, but please, if you have any decency, provide me with something useful to improve my story. Thank you… (:

Chapter 14:

"See you later," Cedric mumbled as he headed for the Hufflepuff table.

"If we live through this," Christine mumbled back, making Cedric flash a grin at her which fairly overwhelmed her.

"Hey loser!" Ann shouted, "You finally found a look which suits you!"

Laughter erupted from the Slytherin and Ravenclaw table as Christine sat down beside Ginny.

"What happened!" Ginny exclaimed, squeezing a portion of Christine's robe dry, allowing the water to splash on the floor.

"Don't wanna talk about it," she mumbled as she watched Cedric smile at her.

After a while, he turned away and carried on talking to his friends about the day's events. That night, Christine took a long shower, feeling (for some reason) extremely pleased with herself.

Christine naturally became more and more friendly towards Cedric after that detention. They both became extremely good friends and lived happily ever after in a tiny cottage with 13 lovely children. No I was just joking. Well yes, Christine was nicer to Cedric but didn't marry him nor did she have 13 lovely children. She didn't buy a cottage to live with Cedric too.

Both of them became good friends after a while, greeting each other when they met. When Cedric saw Christine studying in the library, he would also pick up a book, sit down beside her and start reading. The same thing happened for Christine too. When she saw him studying by the lake, she would take out her textbook and start revising for the next days work. Slowly they began to open up towards each other.

Christine never knew how nice it was to have a friend by her. They would talk about everyday stuff, their families, and school. Feeling more and more relaxed around him, she would sometimes allow herself a good laugh at either his or her jokes.

You love each other, don't you, a spiteful voice said in both their head's. Ignoring it, both kept on spending more and more time with each other.

One breezy afternoon, both of them lay down on the cool grass with books in their hands. Christine lay her head on his stomach, pulled out her Math text book and began practicing sums.

"You've got that sum wrong," Cedric pointed out, nodding towards her book.

"I can't be wrong, I'm always right," Christine said (egoistically), frantically, getting up.

She pulled out her quill quickly and checked her answers. I don't get it, there's no mistake!

"I was just joking," he said grinning, "You shouldn't stress yourself you know?"

Annoyed, she playfully smacked her thick book on his chest.

"Don't do that unless you want me in the hospital wing,"

"Serves you right!" she retorted, "Maybe I should do that more often,"

"You can't bear to do it," he said with a hint of happiness.

"Try me," she said, taking out her wand and waving it at Cedric.

"Don't! You're not supposed to jinx another student," he said, suddenly serious.

"You prissy boy," she mumbled, stowing her wand back into her robe.

"Anyway, where do you see yourself in the next say…Ten years?" she asked.

"My dad wants me to join the ministry," he said, shrugging, "What about you?"

"In my aunt's kindergarten,"

"What! Why? I thought you disliked children,"

"How could you say that Cedric!" she said in a mock anger tone, "I don't dislike them," she said, changing her tone into a one full of hatred, "I hate them,"

"So why go there to teach?"

"She wants me to do so. If I were given a choice, I'd do extra studies for Transfiguration and Charms,"

"What for?"

"I don't know, don't ask me. My dad wants me in the Ministry too,"

"Then why don't you?" Cedric asked, his voice brightening.

Shrugging, she said, "The ministry consists of a bunch of faggots,"

"Language Christine,"

Scowling, she said, "My future is foggy right now, but I will do my best for my studies so I have a wide range of choices when I'm older,"

"What about your family?" she asked him.

"What about my dad and my mum?"

"You gonna get married?" she said, looking away.

"Yeah, maybe. Get settled with a wife, maybe one or two kids," he said, looking at her, before asking, "What about you?"

"For me…I don't know," she replied, not wanting to tell him about her midnight fantasies and dreams.

"You have a leaf in your hair," he said, reaching out his hand, picking the leaf out of her hair, "You have nice hair," he said as he began to twirl a small lock around his finger.

Her stomach gave a lurch as she felt his fingers come into contact with her hair. She then noticed Cho Chang and her friends lurking nearby, casting spiteful looks at her.

"Stop it," she said, smacking his hand away, "Your fan club is getting catty about it,"

He sighed and withdrew his hand, laying back down after waving at Cho. When he was not noticing, Christine looked and studied his facial features. The way the sunlight was cast on his face really made him…

Attractive? The voice said.

His slim, lightly shaven face really made her want to reach out and stroke his cheeks. His hair was of such a sandy colour… She resisted the urge of just reaching out to ruffle his hair. After a while, she just gave in and reached out… Brushing his sandy coloured fringe out of his eyes…All most lovingly…

Turning his grey eyes on her, he said innocently, "What?"

"Nothing…Nothing…" she said, grinning as she withdrew her hand, looking into the distance.

"Why did you stop?"

"Oh uhh…You hair was covering your eyes and now it's not, ahaha," she replied feebly.

"Oh I see," he replied, sounding slightly disappointed.

Did he expect me to carry on! Oh shit…I must be going crazy…

He suddenly sat up (startling Christine) and looked directly into Christine's eyes, "Hey err…"

"Yes?"

His gaze faltered, and then he said "Nothing,"

Hitting his shoulder playfully, she said calmly, "Tell me,"

"Noo-thing,"

"Fine…"

"So…" she started, trying very hard to sound very casual, "How are things with you and Chang?"

"It's okay,"

On seeing her raise her eyebrows, he continued, "Well, it's not like the last time anymore. She is really…How to say…Possesive of me…And I always see her flirting with her Quidditch Team Captain, you know? Roger Davis? And when I ask her, she just flares up at me… So I'm not really sure if it's still going to…Work out…"

"I see, you still love her, well, do you?"

"I see her more of a sister, if you get what I mean,"

"I see…

"So if there is a dance or something will you still, I dunno, ask her?"

"Probably, I'm not very sure…" he said, allowing his voice to trail off.

"So who do you like now?" she said, trying to sound casual.

"No one in particular," (Christine felt dissappointd), "Although I believe my academics come first, there is someone…"

"Who?" she said too quickly.

"Well…She has two eyes, two ears, a nose and a mouth,".

"Stupid Cedric," Christine mumbled.

On hearing this, he said, "Fine…What if I told her she was you?"

"I'd plunge myself in the water," she said, nodding towards the lake.

A disappointed look swept over his face as it turned slightly red.

He remained silent for the next ten minutes until Christine said, "Okay fine, sorry for that, uhh, comment I made,"

"Haha, it's okay," he said grinning back at her.

"You haven't told me who she is yet," she said abit too impatiently.

He hesitated but on seeing Christine's innocent, sweet smile look, he laughed and said, "One, don't smile like that, it doesn't suit you, two, she's someone very beautiful, she's really smart, she isn't desperate of any sort,"

"Who is!"

"You haven't answered my question yet,"

"What question?" she snapped, noticing that the Ravenlaw girl's were gone.

"How will you get settled down? Will you be married? Or what?"

"Married…Maybe,"

"I pity your future husband then, having the fate and horror of being married to you," he laughed.

Rolling her eyes, she pushed his head lightly.

"What about kids?" he asked, still chuckling.

"None,"

"I guessed so. But what if your husband wants them?"

"Divorce him," she said simply.

"That's not very fair, don't you think? What if you love him so much you can't bear to part with him?"

"Don't know, don't care," she replied shortly, "ANYWAY, your trying to avoid the question, tell me, who do you like?"

"My dad, my mum, my relatives, my friends, "

"Oh come on Cedric," she snapped.

"You,"

She snorted with laughter and said, "Okay, if you want me in the lake emerging sopping wet, then just say so,"

"Why is it so difficult to believe anyway?" he asked sounding a bit frustrated.

Taken aback, she finally realized how serious he was…

Hello. Don't know how I can scratch out the MS-ness out of Christine. Oh well, please tell me if it's moving too fast. I don't know what to do about Cho Chang in the fourth year. I really dislike her. She doesn't deserve Cedric. She's a backstabbing freak. I just feel like dumping her somewhere far away in my sequel hint