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A/N: Yes, another chapter. I keep belting them out. I'm so obsessed with Harry Potter and particularly Cedric right now, so expect more. Plus my teachers seem more lenient at this time of year, so I am a lot less pressured. Shpread the Christmas spirit!

And just a P.S. for you. The rating may go up. It depends on how I go...this story is very light in the beginning, but at the end, it may be a little...intense, per se.

And another P.S. Kate is friends with the threesome, but friends with also more of the students in her year, like Angelina, Fred and George, ect.

Yeah. Enjoy!

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Someone Like You

Chapter Three - You Can't Take It With You

"My, my...this is a small world." -Meredith, The Parent Trap

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Kate bursted into the great hall at dinner time. Her hair was flung back into a frizzy ponytail, and she looked particularly annoying. It had been a long, grueling, tiring first day. All she wanted to do was go to sleep, and sleep for a very, very long time.

She sat down in between Angelina and Hermione, who were munching on turkey pot pie. They acknowledged her in between bites. Harry, Ron, Fred, and George sat across from them.

"Kate! You look a little bit overwhelmed," Harry sniggered. He had been expecting this ever since he had seen her earlier in the hall, red faced and fuming.

"'Ow wa' 'ur 'ay?" Ron asked through a mouthful of mashed potatoes, meaning "How was your day?"

Kate let out a long sigh. That was enough of an answer for them. "I was late to all of my classes." she groaned.

Hermione laughed, but patted her on the back comfortingly nevertheless. "I'm sorry to hear that."

"Oh, God, I was terribly late to Divination. I must have missed half the class! I mean, bloody hell! Can't they label the towers so things are a little bit more coherent!" Kate complained, sticking her fork into a helping of peas.

"Sounds like you had quite the day." Fred smirked. George laughed.

Kate nodded, taking a deep breath. It had been exhausting, running every which way, falling down the stairs, dropping her bag on a few occasions, and not to mention that boy who had made fun of her. And he wasn't the only one who had done that. There were several who had pointed fingers at her as she ran and laughed, including that pinched up Slytherin Draco Malfoy, whom she only knew because Harry and Ron hated his guts.

She couldn't blame them for that, he definitely did not seem like a pleasant boy.

Harry had pulled out his potions book, muttering how he wanted to get started on his homework because Professor Snape had given them loads to do, even for the first day.

"If this is how things are going to all year, I'll be buried in my own parchment by the end of the year." he complained dully. Kate chuckled. She quite like Harry as a friend, he was a decent fellow. And he quite liked her, she was a quaint girl.

"Have you heard?" George began, leaning in. "I've heard Dumbledore has some big announcement this year. Something big is going to happen." He told them quietly.

Angelina raised her eyebrows. "Really? I wonder what it is about...I hope it really is good and you aren't just being a prick." she teased.

Fred and George laughed. "Trust us," They said in unison.

Friday, Kate had to do an oral presentation in Defense Against the Dark Arts. She was doing hers on the dangers and usefulness of Great Jumping Hungarian Pixies. The subject was extremely dull, and as she stood up there Fred gave her funny looks from the back of the class room. She tried her best not to giggle and get on with what she was saying. Her eyes danced across the room as she spoke nervously. She noticed the boy who had caught her on the stairs in the back of the classroom. She finished, and went back to her seat. She felt she had done just fine, though Fred gave her a hard time about it. She was still shaking from nerve when she sat down.

The others doubted Fred and George's news, until on Sunday evening Dumbledore rose at dinner, clanking his goblet, and cleared his throat. The room quieted.

To make a long story short, he gave them the scoop on the Triwizard Tournament, a competition between three wizarding schools to find the best wizard. A new rule had been imposed that you had to be seventeen to enter.

Fred and George groaned. They wanted eternal glory, but were still sixteen.

"Rubbish! That's not fair..." Fred pouted angrily. George joined in the swearing.

Kate was still sixteen as well. Not that she particularly wanted to enter; Dumbledore mentioned how dangerous the competition was, as Kate didn't want to put her life at risk when she had just gotten there.

The two other schools, Beauxbatons and Durmstrang, arrived momentarily. The Beauxbatons were a school of petite, wondrous French girls, while Durmstrang was a school of tough, bulky, powerful Bulgarian boys.

Ron nearly fell off his bench when he saw that Viktor Krum, his favorite Quidditch player, attended Durmstrang. He became extremely giddy.

Anyone who wanted to participate had to put their name in the enormous Goblet of Fire. At the Hufflepuff table, one of Cedric's mates nudged him.

"You should enter!" he urged, nodding along as Dumbledore spoke.

Cedric had indeed been thinking about it since the mention of the tournament had been announced. He wondered if he could possibly win. He also wondered if it was even possible he would be chosen as champion of his school. It seemed highly unlikely. There were a bunch of other great students who were very smart and experienced. He was barely seventeen.

Cedric shrugged. It was an exciting idea. Maybe he would enter. Not like there would be any harm done if he didn't win...

He left, saying goodbye to his friends. He went to the library to find as much information as possible on the tournament.

Fred and George still planned on trying to enter. They were discussing different potions they could use to make to fool the age line that would be surrounding the Goblet to make sure no one under age entered.

"I'm sure we have something to use..." George was plotting to Fred quietly.

Kate turned to Angelina. "Are you going to enter?" she asked politely.

Angelina nodded excitedly. "Yes. It just sounds so...exiting. And these other schools are magnificent! I can't wait to see if I could compete against them..." she trailed off, going into a dream state of mind.

Kate left the great hall before her friends. She said goodbye to them, and walked out of the room.

The school seemed incredibly empty. It was a nice feeling, since Kate had been rushing everywhere in the last week. She listened tranquilly as her footsteps echoed in the large hallways...

She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Opening them again, she began climbing the marble staircase.

Far off, she heard a door snap shut, and the sound of someone else's footsteps fill the air. She heard some low talking. Reaching the first landing, she saw some first year Ravenclaws muttering to each other in a group. She still heard footsteps over head. She kept climbing.

In the next hallway, she turned the corner sharply, eyes cast down. She realized how tired she truely was, and she yawned enormously. She reached the end of that hall.

She turned the next corner sharply as well. Her tranquility was interrupted upon the jerking feeling of colliding with something...no, someone. Kate gulped, realizing what she had just done.

She stepped back, and looked up, sucking in a gasp of air.

It was that boy, who had caught her on the stairs. She couldn't help but groan and began feeling extremely sorry for herself.

"Err...hullo, Kate." Cedric muttered apprehensively. He looked down, trying to catch her eyes. He couldn't help but smile to himself. This was the second time Kate's clumsiness had caused an awkward situation between them. He wondered how many more times that would happen and if it would be the only way they ever interacted.

"Oh. Hi." Kate chocked out, trying to walk by him, maneuvering swiftly. But he would not get out of the way.

Kate looked up at him aggitatedly. His grey eyes met hers in a glare of contention. Cedric was carrying two rather old looking books in his arms; one labeled "A Magical History of Quite Dangerous Events" and "The Triwizard Tournament: Your All Answer Guide to Being a Champion".

Kate observed speculatively. "So, you're thinking of entering the tournament?" she asked, a tone of mockery in her voice. She thought it laughable for him to be a champion. Sure, she nothing about him. She didn't even remember his name. But the idea of the guy-who-kept-running-into-her-in-the-hall being the Hogwarts Champion seemed farfetched.

Cedric shrugged, looking humble. "I'm thinking about it." he answered shortly.

Kate sniggered. "I can see that." she told him, nodding at his books.

Cedric looked from his books to Kate. "Right." he answered simply.

Kate felt a wretched insult inside of her. She didn't know why she felt she needed to mock him so badly, but it worked its way out of her.

She smiled, looking satisfied with what she was about to say. She walked in a circle around him, not looking away from his eyes. "I have just one piece of advice for you. Give up now."

Cedric looked quite taken aback, but he kept a content look on his face. He smirked, saying, "I wouldn't expect that to hear that from you. I saved your life. Surely that deems some credit of worthiness to be a Triwizard Champ." he snickered.

Kate frowned, furrowing her brow. She unexplainably disliked him. She didn't understand why. He really hadn't done anything to her. In fact, if it wasn't for him she would have been even later to Divination. And she'd be dead or have brain damage, something like that. Maybe the reason she disliked him so much already, despite only having conversed with him on two occasions, was because he kept being right. Kate hated being wrong. And that fact that he was pointing out she didn't have any real reason to hate him–and the fact that that was true–made her just hate him all the more.

"Hey, Mr. I'm-too-cool-for-my-shirt! Piss off!" Kate spat angrily, squeezing her eyes shut.

Cedric raised his eyebrows. "As you wish, Kate." he said craftily. Kate watched him smile competitively, turn his back, and begin walking away under her arched brow. He disappeared behind the corner.

Kate sighed to herself, releasing her angry glare, glad he was gone. She began up the next flight of stairs, until she heard, "Oh, by the way. Your presentation was nice." he shouted back to her. Kate didn't turn around, but she stopped walking. Just then, she felt slightly bad about what she had said. But not much.

Then, he added, just after she had started walking again, "And it's Cedric, by the way."

Kate's temporary small remorse vanished, and she began grumbling as she climbed the stairs. There he was, once again, right. He knew she'd forgotten his name. She wasn't that obvious, was she? The I'm-too-cool-for-my-shirt name could've just been an insult, not just a substitute for his name. Kate did mean it as an insult, but she mostly used it because she didn't remember his real name.

Then Kate had confused herself. She finally reached the Fat Lady's portrait, muttered "Balderdash," and went inside.

But upon entering that room, seeing the few people there, happily conversing, pouring over books before the fire, and a few friendly waves, Kate was engulfed by the entire warm atmosphere. She realized, that at least to her, petty anger was not something you could take with you in the wizarding world. And that made all the difference in her mood, as she became inexplicably happy, and thought about Cedric no more.

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Tough, you think you've got the stuff
You're telling me and anyone
You're hard enough

You don't have to put up a fight
You don't have to always be right
Let me take some of the punches
For you tonight

Listen to me now
I need to let you know
You don't have to go it alone

And it's you when I look in the mirror
And it's you when I don't pick up the phone
Sometimes you can't make it on your own

We fight all the time
You and I...that's alright
We're the same soul
I don't need...I don't need to hear you say
That if we weren't so alike
You'd like me a whole lot more

Listen to me now
I need to let you know
You don't have to go it alone

And it's you when I look in the mirror
And it's you when I don't pick up the phone
Sometimes you can't make it on your own

I know that we don't talk
I'm sick of it all
Can - you - hear - me - when - I -
Sing, you're the reason I sing
You're the reason why the opera is in me...

Where are we now?
I've still got to let you know
A house still doesn't make a home
Don't leave me here alone...

And it's you when I look in the mirror
And it's you that makes it hard to let goSometimes you can't make it on your own
Sometimes you can't make it
The best you can do is to fake it
Sometimes you can't make it on your own

Sometimes You Can't Make it On Your Own - U2

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A/N: There you go! I hope you liked it. Please, please, please review! It would mean so much to me and encourages me to keep writing! Even though I insanely enjoy writing this, I appreciate feedback very much. And if no one is reading this, I don't feel much purpose in continuing. Anyway...next chapter: more humiliation of Kate! Just kidding. I'm not quite sure where to go after this, so the next chapter may take a few more days than usual to get uploaded. Anyway, enough of my rambling.

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