2 days later.

The rain pounded against the windows of the library. Ginny and Kat sat huddled at the back table doing their essays. The library was empty due to the fact that everyone was at dinner.

"I think my head's going to explode," Ginny whined. Kat chuckled leaning back in her chair.

"Here," she smiled, "I'll help you out. What are you doing?" Kat grabbed Ginny's paper and examined it quickly. "Hmmm, love potion, eh?" Ginny nodded rolling her eyes. She sighed deeply, running her hand through her hair. Kat smiled weakly at her overly stressed friend.

"It's not even halfway through terms and Snapes giving us heavy homework."

"Well, he IS the potions professor. He does have the right to give homework." Ginny just glared and snatched her paper back.

"Are you going to help me or not?" She growled. Kat smiled and nodded.

"What's the problem?"

"Theres one more ingredient that I think I'm missing." She said looking over her paper one more time. Kat laughed and got up from her chair.

"I think I know a book that can tell you. I'll be right back." Kat walked away from the table, leaving Ginny to continue onto her charms essay until she returned. The door to the library opened slightly and closed quickly after. Ginny shrugged assuming it was Madam Pince returning from supper and resumed what she was previous writing.

"Ginny?" a voice interrupted the silence. Ginny jumped slightly, looking up to see a very distressed looking Cedric coming her way. She raised an eyebrow at the Hufflepuff, "That is your name right?" Ginny nodded.

"What do you need?" she said politely, still a tad confused.

"Have you seen Kat?" He asked sitting in the chair across from her, "We sort of had an argument and I haven't seen her since," Ginny nodded.

"Yeah, she told me about that," Cedric eyes brighted.

"So you've seen her?" he smiled. Ginny nodded again.

"She told me you called her a slut," She said simply, crossing her arms. Cedric let out a deep sigh.

Kat had finally found her book and was heading back to the table when she heard voices.

"I didn't mean to," A male voice said, "I just- I was just really tired. I didn't know what I was doing. I tend to be a lot more careless when I'm half asleep." Kat nodded, recognizing Cedrics voice. It was true a couple years back Cedric told his mom that he lit the cat on fire when he had just woken up from a nap. Kat stifled a chuckle at the memory.

"You know Cedric," Ginny said, "Since Liam died, Kat has been extremely vulnerable and she NEEDS her friends. I'd appreciate it if you didn't discriminate against my brothers just because they're trying to cheer her up."

"I have nothing against your brothers Ginny," Cedric argued, "Theyre the funniest blokes I've ever had the pleasure of meeting. I just need to find Kat to apologize." Kat walked out from behind the bookshelf. Ginny looked in her direction. Cedric gave her a weird look then followed her gaze. "Kat!" He ran over to her and pulled her into a hug, "Where have you been?" he asked.

"With Ginny and a few other people," she said simply, "Now if you'd excuse me I have to help Ginny with her potions." Kat slipped out of his embrace and sat back down at the table, "So I think the ingredient you're missing is dragon scales." Ginny looked at her paper.

"That makes sense," Ginny nodded, "Thanks,"

"Kat," Cedric interrupted. He walked over and wrapped his arms around her shoulders, "Am I forgiven for my childish shenanigans?" Kat shrugged keeping eye contact with Ginny, "Come one Kitty."

"If I say yes will you let go of me?" she asked. Cedric smiled.

"Possibly," he replied.

"Fine, then I forgive you." Cedric gave her another squeeze and then released her. He kissed her on the top of her forehead.

"Wonderful! Now come on, the both of you." He said pulling both of them out of their chairs.

"Where are we going?" Ginny and Kat asked together.

"Goblet Room," He smiled, "They're picking the champions today." Cedric dragged the two out of the library.

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"Sit down please. And now the moment you've all been waiting for the champions selection!" Dumbledore yelled. He approached the blue flame, everyone watching in awe as the flame turned red. A name fluttered out. "The Drumstrang Champion is… Viktor Krum!" The Drumstrangs broke into loud applause along with the rest of the hall. Another name shot out of the fire, "The champion from Beauxbatons…. Fleur Delacour." The Beauxbatons cheered as Fluer joined Viktor. Kat gripped Cedrics hand in the suspense. The third paper flew out of the goblet. "The Hogwarts champion…. Cedric Diggory." The table erupted in cheers and praise. Cedric kissed her hand and was quickly whisked away toward Fleur and Viktor. Kat looked down at the table not wanting to believe what she just heard. Ginny grabbed her hand; silently reassuring her that everything would be alright. The two girls just stared at each other. "Harry Potter?" Dumbledore said. Kat snapped her head up to see the color drain from Ginnys face. "Harry Potter!" Dumbledore yelled again. The hall was silent as Harry made his way over to the other champions.

"Ginny," Kat said, now grabbing onto her friends hand. Ginny just shook her head, "Come on," she sighed motioning for Ginny to follow. They quietly slipped out of the room before chaos ensued.

"How did his name even get in the cup?" Ginny paced back and forth. The two were in the hallway just outside the Gryffindor locker room. Kat sat on the floor leaning against the wall behind her.

"I don't know, Gin," She shrugged, "There was an age circle."

"I know!" Ginny yelled, "Exactly why he shouldn't have been chosen,"

"I know, Ginny," Kat replied, "Come on. Come sit with me."

"I don't want to sit," Ginny protested.

"I have hot chocolate!" Kat sang, waving her mug.

"Fine," Ginny caved, slumping over and sitting down, grabbing the mug from Kat.

"Dumbledore will sort it out." Kat reassured as Ginny took a sip of the warm drink.

"I hope so," She mumbled back, "So what about Cedric?" Ginny looked over at Kats distant expression.

"I don't know," She sighed. Ginny put an arm around her shoulder. Kat leaned her head against her friend. Neither said a word; both drowning in her own thoughts, listening to the rain pound against the bleachers close by.