Title: Writing is Hard
Pairings: Cedric/Hermione
Summary: He just couldn't understand why it was so hard to write a few simple words.
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I can only dream it's mine but we all know it belongs to JK Rowling.

Groaning, Cedric crumpled up another letter and tossed it into the growing pile on his right. Taking another sheet of parchment, he went to work on the same assignment. He hadn't written more than three words on the parchment before crossing them out and crushing it into a ball. Resting his head on the table, Cedric took deep calming breathes before feeling even the slightest bit relaxed. He knew this would be harder than writing that essay for Snape but for some odd reason or another he just couldn't find the words he was looking for.

How hard could it be to write a love letter? Alright so it was just going to be a note of a few lines but still, he's never had this much trouble before! He just couldn't understand why it was so hard to write a few simple words. Sighing, he took out another parchment and was determined to use this one as scratch paper... okay maybe he should just unravel one of the paper balls on his table but he doesn't feel like reaching over to grab one. Now let's see, where should he start... the heading! Always important to have a heading when writing a letter.

To my one and onl-

Frowning he crossed it out deeming it too straightforward and definite... heck he wasn't even sure if she'd say yes yet.

Roses are re-

He didn't know where they came from but maybe he should stop listening to Ernie try to spew out poetry.

It would be an honor if I-

Definitely not that one either! He's not asking for marriage, just a date... it was as simple as that.

"I think I rather like this one the best."

Looking up from his parchment, Cedric quickly looked around him to see no one at all. Thinking that he was just hearing things, he bent his head over the parchment and wrote another line down. Hearing the chair opposite him scrape ever so slightly so as not to attract Madame Pince's attention obviously he looked up into the amused face of the Gryffindor Princess not that he named her that, it was just something he heard Malfoy spat out or someone like Ernie say when they made a reference to their school's genius. Of course it is rather befitting seeing as how she surprised everyone that year at the Yule Ball. She was every inch of grace and beauty when she walked down those steps with Viktor Krum by her side.

But she wasn't just all beauty, she had a brain to match and the heart the size of a hippogriff; maybe even bigger. Although sometimes maybe it was a bit misplaced with her passionate call for house-elf reforms, not that it was a bad thing because it just showed him that she was truly dedicated. He found her smile endearing and warm with her eyes shining with enthusiasm... but he couldn't help and detect a hint of sadness even fatigue behind her worn smile.

"Sorry if I'm disturbing you but I'm afraid you're mutilating whatever tree it is your parchments came from," she explained before waving a hand at his pile of smoothed papers.

He gaped for a brief second before blushing and cleaning up his mess, "It- it's all right, no trouble at all- and... I'll be sure to tell the tree that I'm utterly sorry. Maybe I'll have a mourning party for it later..."

Faltering he couldn't believe he had just said that but maybe it was worth it to hear her laugh. She had a rather wonderful laugh, a bit deep with a slight snort. It was very different from most of the girls' laugh he has heard that were usually light and a bit high-pitched in an attempt to sound musical; and while some were real, many were faked.

He must've realized he was staring at her because she coughed a bit before getting up and giving him the note she had read.

"I should let you finish your assignments before the weekends... I mean everyone needs a break every once in a while, even me."

Cedric watched her smile before leaving his table with a swish of her robes. Kind of odd how he just made a reference to Snape but his swish was much more cold and harsh while hers was soft and light. Snapping his head up, he noticed that his paper balls were now just crumpled sheets, smoothed out by her, which told him that she had read his feeble notes. Groaning just a tad too loudly earned him a glare and a 'shh' from Madame Pince. Mouthing an apology, he looked down at his ink filled parchment before looking at the one that she handed him.

Hermione, would you like to come to Hogsmeade with me?

-Cedric Diggory (the Head Boy if you didn't know)

"I mean everyone needs a break every once in a while, even me."

Smiling, Cedric cleared the table with a flick of his wand before searching for her in the library.