Fleur reached into the bag Mr. Crouch held out in front of her. She felt something... scaly? Reluctantly and fearful, she pulled out the scaly thing. From the bag emerged a miniature Swedish Short Snout. They were fighting dragons! Krum pulled out his dragon next, and then Cedric.
Cedric looked determined, but afraid. He reached into the bag. Cedric opened his fist and their was a yellow dragon breathing fire in his palm.
Cedric glanced at Fleur, looking just as scared as everyone else.
"Mr. Diggory-" the Hogwarts Headmaster beckoned Cedric, leaving Fleur with Madame Maxime. A cannon exploded next Fleur's ear.
Cedric stepped out of the tent. The first task had officially begun.
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"I thought I might find you here", Cedric's voice almost made her jump, she hadn't heard him coming, "Those dragons were nasty." He sat down next to her and Fleur turned to face him. The sun's reflection in the lake was nearly blinding her, "And, you've managed to escape without a scratch." He joked, touching her cheek lightly.
Fleur's heart sped up, and she felt like she couldn't breathe.
Cedric, realizing what he had done dropped his hand into his lap. Fleur looked in the direction of the lake, her brain speeding faster than her heart.
Does this mean he ... likes me? What he just did - that has to mean he loves me! Well, not really, that doesn't mean that at all! I am such an idiot, that doesn't mean he loves me at all. Bloody hell, how could I let myself get so excited about this one little thing, that does not mean he loves me.
Fleur turned back to him and tried to act like what just happened didn't happen, "All-most... it looks like eet went pretty 'ard on you..." She motioned to his face. Cedric had small cuts on the bridge of his nose, one on his eyebrow and a cut the went from the corner of his lip almost to his chin.
He smiled, "Yeah, a little bit."
She just couldn't help herself. She's not exactly sure what made her do it. Maybe it was how gorgeous he looked, how happy he made her or maybe it was just the moment. Fleur traced his lips with her finger.
They were both still, the only sounds that could be heard was their own breathing.
The warm feeling that Fleur had when she first met him was back, but it was stronger this time,
and they could both feel it, she knew it.
Cedric took her hand.
Fleur looked away, she couldn't believe that she just did that, how could she have been so stu-... wait, why was he still holding her hand?
Fleur looked back up at him, Cedric was looking right back at her,
He leaned in, their faces extremely close... and pressed his lips against hers.
