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Someone Like You

Chapter Five - Of Detention and Food Fights

"It's choice - not chance - that determines your destiny." -Dean Nidetch

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Despite the fact the Kate had earned herself detention, the victorious feeling she had gained after pushing Cedric into the lake stayed with her the rest of the day. She was proud for earning him detention and felt like she had proved something, even though she wasn't quite sure what she had proved.

Cedric having detention did not look so good. He was, after all, a prefect and one of Hogwarts champions. However, news spread quickly, and it seemed to only make many students' attitudes towards Harry worse. Kate felt bad about that...

And she came to realization she would probably have to serve detention with Cedric, which made her stomach sink. Professor McGonagall was not likely to separate them to work, even though it was obvious they shared a mutual dislike for each other.

Kate arrived at Professor McGonagall's office a few minutes before six, as she had advised.

She stood there alone momentarily, not wanting to go inside. Then she heard the sound of footsteps against the hard stone floor. Her head whipped around and she grimaced as she saw Cedric turning the corner and coming towards her.

Kate felt her body stiffen as he came closer and eventually stopped next to her.

Cedric opened his mouth to ask why Kate hadn't knocked on the door yet, but Kate cut him off, sharply turning to him, and with a pointed finger, spat, "Before you say anything, I just want you to know that I loathe you. Not dislike. Not hate. But loathe. And you, scum of the earth, are the last person I would ever want to spend an evening with."

Cedric looked mildly surprised. Then, standing up straight, his lips curving up into a mocking smile, he replied, "Pity. I quite like you. You seem very nice. I mean, to your friends. And you're quite funny."

Kate glared at him, lost for a comeback. She stared maliciously into his grey eyes, then reached out her fist and rasped on the door.

Professor McGonagall came to the door and looked at the two of them seriously. "Good evening," she muttered.

"Good evening, Professor," Kate and Cedric said in unison.

"It trust you are ready for your detention. And I hope you learn your lesson." Professor McGonagall told them.

Cedric lowered his eyes. He shouldn't be there. Kate knew that. He hadn't done anything wrong. And Kate did feel a little bit of a smidgen sorry for him. But then she remembered just how...disgustingly perfect he was, and her guilt faded away.

"You'll be working in the kitchen tonight. Normally, students aren't aloud in there. But thanks to the efforts of young Ms. Granger, Professor Dumbledore decided to let the elves have a night off. The dinner is already made. All you will need to do is make the dessert. Here is a list of what you need to make." Professor McGonagall told them. Kate flushed with anger. She was hoping for something simple, like cleaning the trophy room or assisting Filch patrol the halls. But no, she had to cook dessert.

Professor McGonagall handed a piece of parchment to Cedric. He looked down at it and frowned, furrowing her brow.

She went on. "There you have it. Please go to the kitchen now. Mr. Filch will let you in."

Kate nodded and Cedric said, "Yes, Professor."

"Right. Good evening." Professor McGonagall shut the door quickly, leaving Cedric and Kate windswept in the hall.

Kate began marching quickly and hastily down the hall towards the kitchen. Then she realized foolishly that she didn't know where the kitchen was. She flushed, spun around on her heel, and saw Cedric standing at the other end of the hall.

He looked at her uncertainly. "Are you...coming?" he asked, befuddled.

Kate nodded oddly, walking quickly to catch up to him. She stopped walking quickly a few paces behind him, as to not have to walk next to him.

But Cedric was a gentleman, so he stopped walking a waited for her to catch up.

Kate grumbled. "You don't have to wait for me."

"Er..." Cedric started. He didn't know what to say.

They reached a tall portrait of a fruit bowl where Filch was standing after a long and silent walk. Kate had spent the whole time grumbling to herself with her hands thrust into her pocket. Cedric had walked a few paces ahead of her, because every time he tried to stop to let her catch up, she stopped as well. She made it very clear she had no intention of patching the very dismal hole between them.

Filch let them in, then mumbled off down the hall. Kate and Cedric stepped inside of the kitchen. Dinner would start in an hour. The exchanged exhausted looks for a brief moment as the realized the task before them would be quite hard work.

"Well? What does it say? The paper, I mean." Kate asked impatiently, placing her hands on her hips.

Cedric gave her a perturbed look, like she had no business asking. "We've got to get out the ingredients first. Chocolate fudge bars are on the menu tonight."

Kate heart sunk. She imagined herself, sitting back in the common room with her friends, laughing merrily, then coming to dinner, and eating the fudge bars herself. She shot a secret dirty look at Cedric. He didn't see it as he scanned the paper.

"This won't be so bad." He told Kate, seeing her lugubrious face. "We only have to make two bowl fulls, and then use the Repruco spell to make more."

"So I'll take one bowl and you the other." Kate specified.

"Yeah. That works." Cedric agreed. Then he realized something and began laughing.

"What's your problem?" Kate asked lamely.

"This is the first time you and I have ever worked together." he told her, a quirky smile on his face.

Kate expression did not change. "Don't get used to it. I plan on hating you for a quite a while longer."

"So does that mean after 'a while longer' you won't hate me anymore? Besides, hate is a strong word." Cedric smirked. "Frankly, I don't quite understand-" He was cut off by Kate.

"Don't say it. You know perfectly well why I don't like you." Kate accused, pointing a finger at him.

"Actually, I don't. Care to enlighten me?" Cedric asked mockingly.

"NO." Kate shouted, lowering her eyes. "Let's just get to work."

They located two large silver bowls in a bottom cabinet. Setting hers on the counter, Kate snatched up the paper Cedric had placed on the counter.

"Well, better get started." Kate grabbed an apron the was hanging on the wall and tied it around her waist. Cedric grabbed one too, then proceeded to the sink. Kate spun around to face him, realizing she had forgotten to wash her hands.

"Lady's first." Cedric obliged. Kate lowered her eyes and stepped passed him to the sink, feeling strangely guilty again.

She washed her hands as Cedric re-read the instructions. "Are you ready for this?" he asked politely.

"Ready as I'll ever be." she smiled faintly.

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Meanwhile, in the Gryffindor common room, Harry, Ron, and Hermione sat relaxing in front of the fire. They had just been loaded with a bundle of homework from Professor Snape, concerning the uses of dung beetle juices. Only Hermione was working on it.

"D'you think Kate'll be back anytime soon?" Harry asked innocently.

"Good God, that must be the third time you've asked in the past twenty minutes. What is with you, anyway?" Ron scolded. Him and Harry had been a bit cross with each other since the drawing of the champions.

Harry looked down at his shoes. "Er...nothing."

Angelina, who was sitting on a nearby armchair, overhearing their conversation, said sympathetically, "She must be miserable, serving detention with Diggory. She terribly dislikes him."

A smile crept up Harry's face secretly. Poor Kate, he thought compassionately. He strongly wished she was there. He wanted to talk to her. She was the only one who seemed to have unrequited faith that he wouldn't get killed in this tournament. He felt a warm and thankful feeling growing inside of him, and wished even more that she was there, just to look at her and spend a few moments...

"...pushed him in the lake! She must've felt good after that." Harry heard Angelina say to two second years sitting nearby at a table.

Harry particularly admired Kate's stubborn attitude and her obvious desire to stick it to the man and bring the little people glory. He leaned back into the comfy arm of the sofa, staring dreamily into the roaring fire. There was Kate in his mind, and only her...

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Kate pushed her fingers into the now thick chocolate substance that was in the large silver bowl sitting on the counter, working small brown nuts. She had pulled her hair back into a tight bun, as to not get any in the chocolate. She worked silently, careful to get peanuts in every region of the bowl. Her and Cedric had not said anything to each other since their work had begun besides "pass the peanuts." Kate found it almost peaceful, besides the fact that she was with him, so far the person she disliked the most at Hogwarts. Well, besides Professor Snape, and all the Slytherins.

Kate decided she had mixed enough, so she pulled her hands out of the chocolate. A few little flecks of brown flew from her fingertips. One landed squarely on Cedric's forearm, creating a perfect drop of chocolate.

Cedric stopped mixing and looked at the speck, intrigued. He looked up to Kate, who had her back to him, looking for a spatula in a nearby cabinet. A smirk crept up his face as a devious idea came into his head. He knew he shouldn't. He knew it. He had better sense than that. But after how she was always sassing him, how she had pushed him into the lake, how she insisted she hated him, it was just so...

...irresistible.

Cedric pulled his hands quickly out of the chocolate and grabbed a wooden spoon lying next to the bowl. He scooped up a large amount of chocolate, looked at it hesitantly for a second. Then, smiling mischievously...

Kate felt the warm feeling of chocolate against the back of her neck. It sent a strange shiver through her. She tried not to flinch, as she heard laughter behind her.

Kate smiled, suppressing her anger. It's on, she told herself. Holding nothing back, she clutched onto the spatula she'd just located, scooped up chocolate from the bowl, and flung it with all her might at Cedric.

The chocolate hit him squarely in the chest. He looked momentarily taken aback, then he retaliated, a smug look on his face. He quickly took another scoop of chocolate and flung it at Kate.

It hit her in the forehead. She took another scoop and threw it rapidly. Cedric ducked as the chocolate soared over his head.

"Ha! You missed." he teased. But Kate had retaliated quickly, and before he knew it, Cedric was hit in the face with flying chocolate.

It had become a war. A chocolate war. Forgetting everything about how she should behave and how much trouble they were going to get into, Kate gave everything she had into flinging chocolate at him.

A strange feeling had struck her. She never thought she'd actually have it around him, but it happened. She didn't know why. It wasn't that delightful, being chocolate-covered, but she couldn't hold it back, as a laugh erupted from her.

She was having fun.

Cedric felt the same way, quite enjoying pummeling her with gobs of chocolate. It was very entertaining. The fact he was having fun with her kind of frightened him, and quite confused him. The terribly disliked each other. So how did they have fun?

Kate had lifted her whole bowl, threatening to dump the chocolate on Cedric. Just then, the door opened, and in stepped Professor McGonagall, who had come to check in on their progress.

Some progress...

"Miss Lowe! Mr. Diggory! What is the meaning of this!" she stammered, as Kate stared at her, horror-struck, half poised over Cedric with a bowl of chocolate. Cedric was half-way ducking, also staring at Professor McGonagall in horror. They were both covered with the brown substance. Kate set down the bowl and Cedric stood up straight.

McGonagall shook her head in disgust, saying, "That's it! Double detention! My office, tomorrow at noon. This is very disappointing behavior. Miss Lowe, you have a reputation to keep as a new student. And you, Mr. Diggory, I would never expect behavior like this from you. Proceed immediately to your dormitories. I don't want to see you again this evening." She stepped out the kitchen hurriedly, a disgruntled look upon her face.

Kate stepped forward, blushing. She stepped right into a puddle of chocolate that had formed on the floor, and she slipped right onto her bottom.

She began laughing. It was just so funny, and she didn't understand why.

Cedric began laughing too. She strangely didn't care.

Cedric looked at her humorously, covered head-to-toe in chocolate, admiring her laughter. He outstreched a hand to her. She took it gratefully, and he pulled her up.

They left the kitchen together, Laughter still lingering between them. Kate looked up at him, seeing something different. Something besides complete loathing and hate. Something than his so-called perfection. She saw a real person. Someone, she concluded, she wouldn't mind getting to know. She examined his chocolate splotched face. A trail of brown ran down his cheek and forked, one turning to his ear and the other towards his chin. His eyes were full of humor as laughs still trilled off of his lips. There was a small drip of chocolate in his brunette hair, a drop falling onto his shoulder.

They reached the marble staircase. They stopped momentarily, looking at each other unsurely. Cedric smirked and stuck out his hand to Kate, saying "Well, good fight."

Kate shook it, laughing heartily. "Yeah. Thanks." She then turned and headed up the stairs, leaving Cedric on the landing.

"Kate," he called up after her.

"Yes?" She answered, turning back to him.

"Goodnight." He replied.

"Goodnight." Kate proceeded up the stairs again, disgusted with herself. Ugh, Kate, she told herself. Do not try and look for something more than a self-glorifying nitwit inside of him. You aren't going to find it. But Kate had a hard time agreeing with her hate anymore, and she became very, very confused as she got into bed that night. She just kept picturing him, with his laughter-filled eyes and chocolate stained face. She admitted, she didn't hate him as much. But everything in her mind was trying to force down the strange desire within her to get to know him better.

She finally fell asleep, with his final words lingering in her mind...

Well, good fight.

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A/N: Waharar. There is the chapter. Yay, conflict and changes in attitudes! And what's up with Harry? Stay tuned to find out! Please review! 3