Chapter 3: Right Now We Are Here
On Saturday, they were random.
"You don't strike me as the Pink - kind of girl." He commented. They were sitting at the window side, on a rainy Saturday morning.
She looked at her Pink sweater." I don't too, but Mrs. Weasley gave this to me last Christmas, and so I want to wear it."
He smirked. "As a sign of gratitude?"
She shrugged. "Initially, yes. But then again she isn't here, and this feels comfortable." She said. "Wipe the smirk off your face, Diggory."
"I told you not to call me Diggory."
"Well, you can't tell me what to do."
"Okay," he placed his hands on the desk. "Please don't call me Diggory."
"Why not?" She laid back on the chair in a more relaxed position.
"Because, as I told you, you re not someone that I'm not familiar with. You're my friend, and my friends call me Cedric."
"Just so long as you call me Hermione, too."
He shook his head. "Not possible."
She slapped his arm. "That's not fair! And don t even try to pretend that hurt, because we both know that it didn't so don t'be a baby." She said, as he started to yelp in pain.
He grinned.
On Tuesday, they were weird.
"Snape is a redhead."
She scoffed. The prim and proper Hermione Granger would never be involved with a convesation like this. But in everything, there is of course, an exception.
"Yes, Cedric, that is rather a unique idea, but surely you can come up with a better one?" She said, smirking. "Like Professor Bins as a Headmaster."
He laughed softly. "Good one. But," He rubbed his jaw in contemplation. "House Elves in Gringotts seem better."
"Oh," She perked up. "It's a delightful thought, house elves being free from slave labor now, isn't it?"
He nudged his socked foot in hers in agreement.
They were sitting next to each other, feet propped at the chairs in front of them. Classes were over for the day and they've decided to meet there after dinner. Ron and Harry didn't mind, rather liking the idea of no one persuading them to do their homeworks. Cedric's friends just looked at one another in some sort of understanding and didn't say anything about it. Well, at least that's what Cedric knows.
They were both reading their own books, when Hermione had suddenly stated, "The Greenhouse is full of blue plants."
Cedric had raised an eyebrow. She shrugged and explained, "Just a weird thought."
Then Cedric had threw in a weirder statement and now, they're into house elves in Gringotts.
"But what will happen to the Goblins?" She asked, frowning.
He shrugged. "House goblins?"
"You just don't like them."
He shrugged. "They're frightening."
There was a moment of silence, then Hermione stated, "Apparition is allowed in Hogwarts grounds."
He perked up from his seat. "Now that's a splendid idea. I can just pop on classrooms and not mess up my hair by sprinting down the hallways."
"And you insist that vanity is not your sin."
He rolled his eyes. "Jokes are meant for laughing, Granger."
Cedric was about to say something when an idea clicked in his mind. "The Weasley twins is only a single person named Fitzwilliam."
She perked her eyebrows. "Where did you get that name?"
"That's the name of my pompous git of a cousin." He wrinkled his nose in disgust.
"So I can safely assume that Fitzwilliam Weasley is a pompous git?"
"Yes."
There was a silence of contemplation, then a bark of laughter that came from them both.
"Hogwarts Musical." She said.
His lips curled in amusement, then let out a laugh. "That's probably the strangest thing I have ever heard."
She chuckled in response. "Can you imagine it? Students singing in hallways, Professors dancing while handing out homeworks-"
"Malfoy doing the tap dance."
They laughed out loud, causing them to be silenced by Madame Pince.
Cedric shook his head in amusement. "I never thought I get to see this side of Hermione Granger." He said. "I didn't realize you had it in you."
"I had what in me?"
"The weird imagination."
She slapped his arm.
"What? You should take it as a compliment. I thought I was the only one."
"So this makes the two of us?"
He nodded. "The two of us." He smiled at her. "Precisely."