New chappie… because I have a bet with one of my reviewers. AND I WON hah!

Anyway… next song our dance company is doing that this chapter is based on is:

"I run for the bus, dear,

While riding I think of us, dear,

I say a little prayer for you

At work I just take time

And all through my coffee break-time,

I say a little prayer for you

Forever Forever, and ever, you'll stay in my heart

and I will love you

Forever Forever, and ever, we never will part

Oh, how I love you

Together Together, forever, that's how it must be

To live without you

Would only mean heartbreak for me"- Aretha Franklin

She Made the Blind Boy See

Chapter 5

Say A Little Prayer

The end of the year had come. The summer was now, the Twiwizard Tournament over and practically forgotten after the recent occurring events. Hogwarts's new friends form different lands were gone. Hermione watched the graceful girls of the Beauxbatons school leave on their playing horses and carriage, and the 'proud sons' of Durmstrang sink beneath the black lake's dark and eerie depths. She watched all of it from the window of Cedric's room.

She stood up and unhooked the latch of the window from the stone and opened it, sticking her head and torso out into the breeze as the students of different schools flew away into the distance. Her free brown locks flew around her face as she held the window open. Her body was half out the window, but she didn't mind. She waved absentmindedly to the horizon with sun raise coming through the clouds. She shut her eyes tight and loved the feeling of her hair in the soft breeze.

She heard some noises behind her, and she ducked back in through the window and shut regretfully.

"All…rw-ite?" Cedric gasped in his old voice still very much in his manly but slightly cocky tone. In the course of the past few days, Hermione had done anything and everything she could to get him to speak again. He was doing admirably. Training up his vocal cords was hard from the constant pain and burn in his throat. His father had told her firmly the other day not to harm his son anymore that his vocal cords had been blown out and destroyed and that was just the way it was. He told her she was hurting him. The thought by itself had brought fresh tears to the surface, and she had no idea why. She had paid her dues and cried enough.

The other problem was that it was like teaching You-Know-Who about Unforgivable Curses. He knew them. Cedric knew how to speak, and now that he couldn't, not being able to get out the simplest sounds frustrated him to the point of anger. But he got over it quickly, it came and it left and easily as a leaf falling from a tree in the coming of fall.

"Yes Cedric, I'm fine." It had gotten to a point where she always had to smile. He could hear in her voice if she was content or not. She faked a grin then so he could hear it in her attempted tranquil voice.

"'Ie…" He said with as much of a serious tone as his damaged throat could muster out his mouth. Hermione was the only one able to understand him, (much to his father's dismay), and she knew that ''Ie' meant "lie.'

"No, it is not a lie." She said this as she packed her things into her large trunk for the summer. "I'm fine." She said in a soothing tone. She had moved her things to the new room, and slept on the floor by the fire every night. This was her new life. And, she didn't hate it or even slightly dislike it. She wished she could get out more often, but it was fine with her.

"Gog..happ..ous." He said taking in a gulp of air before each word. She smiled as she packed her things.

"Nothing is going to happen to us. You're okay Cedric. The next few months will be hard…"

"What if I need you?" The tone inside her head was soft and gentle.

"You can talk to me anytime." She said in a calm reassuring voice.

"I don't want to ruin your summer." His tone in her head was of true concern and careering and respect for her.

"If you don't talk to me, I will feel very lonely without you. Now, what I'm also going to do is do research on this old magic that Dumbledore was talking about. I know we act as if it's the most natural thing in the world for me to hear your voice in my head but Cedric, it's not. I don't know why we go along with it like it's so right. He said we had to figure it out so I am. There's more to it. I know there is."

"I think so too. There has to be. There's got to be. Everything happens for a reason. This mystery will unfold. I'll miss you Mione."

"You'll hear me pray…"

"What?"

"Pray. I pray every night when I'm home. You can hear my thought too can't you?"

"Yes…"

"Then, every night you can imagine me sitting on my windowsill looking at the moon…. Praying for you. I've prayed for you every night since…"

"Since you saved my life?" Hermione grabbed her trunk to leave. It took all the energy she had to open the large oak door. She turned around one last time to look at the once whole man for one last time for three months. She watched his eyes follow her out.

"We saved each other I think. Somehow we did. I'll see you soon Cedric. Be safe. I'll see you soon. Goodbye." Just as she shut the door (if she hadn't at that moment she felt as if she would for some unknown reason never leave) Cedric tried to stop from unshed tears from coming. All everyone really did these days was cry. There was nothing else. Things were different, things were changed. And no matter how things wound out, they ended in tears. Man or woman, boy or girl, tears always ended the day.

And in one deep shuddering breath, Cedric muttered:

"Good-bye… my Mione." And after he spoke those words, rain fell in the early spring June sky, the Hogwarts express began rolling on its tracks towards home, and two students, a boy and a girl, a fourth year and a seventh year, one a broken boy, the other a strong loving girl said a little prayer…