A/N: I told you! WHEN YOU LEAST EXPECT IT! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Here it finally is! The chapter that will end all the mystery and wonder! The mystery guy will finally be revealed…with no further adieu…on to the fic!

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He sat in Potions, barely awake. The only think that kept him awake was the fact that the next class was History of Magic. I know what you're thinking. What daft oddball would be excited? Well there was something special about the class. It wasn't the teacher…shudder the thought. It wasn't the subject matter…it wasn't really a strong point. It wasn't the company…Ravenclaws weren't really his cup of tea. It was the quaint little notes that he found on his desk every morning.

He loved knowing that he wasn't the only person who hated his life.

Yes everyone, he hated his life. It wasn't really noticeable. He hid it well. He'd been hiding it for a long time. They always said practice makes perfect.

He hated the way people always expected so much out of him. All they saw was a handsome jock who just luckily had brains.

His Quidditch fancy was actually shoved down his throat. His father always told him that a boy wasn't a boy until he had fallen off a broom. When his father saw that he had a talent for it, he pushed his son to try out for the team and eventually make Captain. He didn't really like Quidditch all that much…but then again he was good at it. So he figured that that would be justification enough to conform to his father's wishes.

His relationship with his girlfriend was actually forced upon him. His friends always told him how a relationship between them made sense. People said that they were perfect for one another. Being the people pleaser that he was, he caved in. He asked her on a date.

Perfection was something that everybody seemed to expect from him. He was expected to be the right balance of a dashing young heat throb and a model student.

He hated it. He hated the way he always gave in to what other people wanted…but he never could stop.

When he saw that first note on his table, it had made him smile. So he wasn't alone after all.

He liked that feeling. He liked knowing that he wasn't some idiot who managed to have a grudge against his life. He liked the idea of someone hating life in general along with him.

He carved a note in response. From that moment on…he was hooked. This girl (at least she sounded like a girl…he hoped to God that it was a GIRL) knew just what to say. She had a twisted little way of making him feel better by telling him how much she hated her life. It was nice…in a weird way.

They wrote (or should I say carved) back and forth…each making the other feel better just by a little response.

It was two minutes till History of Magic. He was counting the seconds. It was only two more minutes till he would find another note on his desk. Just two more little minutes.

'And that would be right about……………NOW'

"Class dismissed…now all of you get lost!" Shouted Professor Snape.

He practically jumped right out of his chair and started to walk to History of Magic. There was a skip to his step…unnoticeable of course…what respectable guy would skip I front of people, surely not him.

He walked as hurriedly as he could…without looking weird…now he didn't want that now did he? He was near the classroom now, he couldn't help but smile…but just a little one…again he didn't want to look weird because what kind of guy would just smile before entering the land of endless slumber aka. History of Magic.

"Hey mate!" He was cut from his reverie when a shout came from behind.

He looked back and saw one of his friends. "Hey there!" he waved back. He started to start walking again but the same voice called out yet again.

"Wait there mate! Wait up!"

He stopped and waited for his friend to catch up.

'You have got to be freakin' kidding me!' His brain shouted when he saw that his friend had stopped to flirt with a girl!

He waited a while but saw that the bloody idiot was still at it! "Oi mate!" he shouted, while pointing to the room. When his friend didn't respond, he decided to go on ahead. He was after all looking forward to the fresh new note that he would see on his table.

He was so looking forward to it… that he didn't see that there was a girl headed straight for him.

"Ouch!" they simultaneously said as they both fell to the ground.

"Oh I am so sorry!" she immediately apologized as he stood up.

"No, it's quite alright." He replied as he out stretched his hands to help her up. She took them and brushed off the dust from her robes. "Just be more careful next time."

"Yeah…sorry again." With that girl rushed out of the room in a hurry.

It was actually too bad that he didn't enter the room earlier because then he would have noticed who she was. He would have seen her going to a certain table in the back of the room. He would have seen her admire her handy work on the table. He would have seen her bring out her knife and fix the uncrossed T in her carving.

It was really too bad that he wasn't there earlier.

"Hey mate" said a familiar voice. "Why didn't you wait for me?"

"I think it was the fact that you made me wait for an eternity while you flirted with someone…gee what would your girlfriend think about all this?" he smirked.

"Come on Cedric…you really wouldn't tell 'Mina now would ya?"

"Sure, just don't let it happen next time."

"Thanks Ced." He said as he let out a sigh of relief.

"Sure thing." With that they parted ways.

Cedric made his way to a familiar desk at the back. He noticed a new note had been added to the numerous ones that were etched on the table.

WHEN LIFE THROWS SOMETHING MY WAY,

I JUST TRY AVOIDING IT.

THAT WAY I DON'T GET HIT.

He smiled at this. Cedric sat down and brought out his knife and started carving a message of his own.

A/N: The mystery has finally ended! The guy is CEDRIC DIGGORY! Oreos to those who guessed right! HA! Sorry for those who were hopping for a different pairing…I still hope you keep reading it though. PLEEEEEAAAAASSSSSE! Now enough groveling…you might end up disgusted with me and I'll end up with no readers! LOL! Don't forget to go to my homepage and vote on the poll!

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