Disclaimer: As much as I'd like to keep Cedric all to myself, he and the other HP canon characters belong to the amazing J.K. Rowling.

A/N: Hey guys, I'm back! Sorry for the delay, life was hectic for a bit. Here's chapter 2 of this story, which hopefully will have a lot more chapters to come. I was viciously attacked by a rabid plot bunny, and she refused to let me go until I finished writing this down, regardless of the fact I had an exam the next day and it was midnight. Well, that was my last exam, so I'll have more time to write this story. So without further ado, on with the story!

She was just about to sink her teeth into the candy when a voice frightened her.

"Excuse me, but would you mind getting off my lap?" Startled, she dropped the egg and whirled around,coming face-to-face with none other than Cedric Diggory.

Whose lap she was most comfortably settled into.

He raised an eyebrow, trying not to laugh as she scrambled off his lap.

"Sorry, I didn't think - didn't know, that anyone else even knew this place was here! My apologies." She blushed, embarrassed she hadn't even noticed she wasn't exactly sitting on a cushion.

"Oh, no problem, don't worry about it. Pleasure's all mine." He chuckled as Hermione's blush deepened.

Noticing her look for her bag, he grabbed it and handed it to her.

Her cheeks turned red again as she mumbled her thanks. She stuffed her egg in her bag to go find another spot to eat it, when Cedric seized her arm. "And where do you think you're going?"

"Oh, well, I just assumed that since I barged in on you like that, you would want me to leave…"

"Why would you think that? Didn't I say it was a pleasure?"

"I practically crushed your legs! How was that enjoyable?"

"Granted, it wasn't exactly comfortable —" He cut himself off as she leaned in close, peering at him. His breath hitched in his throat.

"Your eyes are a very odd colour, Mr. Diggory." Indeed, they were a beautiful dark grey, quite unique.

"…What?"

"I've never seen anything quite like them. Do they run in your family?"

"Well, my grandfather has black ones; I reckon they've lightened over the generations. Now why the sudden subject change?"

"Well, I don't feel like dwelling on the fact that I was on your lap."

"Does that really bother you?" A curious question.

"W-ell, you do have a girlfriend…"

"Granger, it was an accident! Besides," he waggled his eyebrows, "Even if we were having a secret affair, no one would see us in here."

Abruptly Cedric leaned forward and looked into Hermione's eyes. Her cheeks grew very hot --His face was mere inches away.

"Your eyes are a very interesting gold-brown colour, Granger. Do they run in the family?"

"Yes, as a matter of fact they do, my mother's side. Why the sudden subject change?" She was a little nervous, there wasn't much room to move around, and he was getting closer.

"Because I don't like dwelling on the fact that I have a girlfriend." He paused, then looked straight into her eyes. "Especially when I'm here with you."

Hermione abruptly stopped her fidgeting and looked at Cedric, who now seemed even closer, much more so than before. At once his enigmatic grey eyes captivated her gaze, and she felt herself unable to look away. Just as she was about to fumble a response – how do you respond to a comment like that? – when she heard loud voices saying her name.

"Hermione told me she was researching for S.P.E.W., but even she has to eat, you know." It was Ron.

"I know, Ron, but do you really want to be the one who comes between her and her house-elves?" Harry. "She's a reasonable girl, she knows when to stop and slow down."

"I guess you're right, but I really need help on that Potions essay due next Monday. Snape'll have my head if I don't have at least a two foot parchment!"

"We'll find her later, okay?"

"Alright, fine." With that, the voices faded away. Looking back at Cedric, whatever she had seenin his eyes was gone, replaced by slight embarrassment.Flashing her a gorgeous smile, he hopped out of the alcove, pushed aside the tapestry, and offered his hand to Hermione. Trying to ignore the tingle that went through her at his touch, she mumbled a goodbye and ran off.

Sighing after her, Cedric ran a hand through his dark tousled hair, and frowned. She was an odd little uptight one, she was. As he went to leave, something caught his eye. It was Hermione's chocolate egg! It had rolled out of the alcove unseen, and was now sitting on the floor not four feet away. Cedric picked up the egg and put it in his bag, glad for an excuse to talk to Hermione again. He had no idea what made him say what he did before, but he needed to figure it out.

As Cedric turned the corner from the library, a hand shot out and grabbed him by his shoulder, pulling him into a conveniently empty classroom. Facing his assailant, Cedric was startled to find Mad-Eye Moody staring back at him.

"Oh…hello, Professor Moody."

"And just what might you be doing at this hour, Diggory?"

"Uh…going back to the Hufflepuff Common Room?"

"What, not taking a bath!"

"S-sorry? ... A bath, sir?"

"Precisely. And bring that shiny egg of yours. Needs cleanin'."

The professor was gone, limping down the corridor, with Cedric staring after him in absolute bewilderment.

A/N: Please review, I'd love to hear what you have to say, whether it be constructive criticism or pointing out typos, or suggestions for upcoming chapters, I'll take it all! ... Except for flames, me no like fire.