And that was the last I saw of him.
He walked away until bleach blonde hair wasn't visible in the crowds anymore. My heart started hurting instantly.
I waited on the platform for Cedric, pondering over the decision to tell him about me and Draco, after all, I've never kept a secret from Cedric - and I didn't plan to start now.

He walked straight to me, but I just didn't seem to see; my mind was focused only on Draco.

"Fee?" he asked, an extremely worried look spread across his face. "Are you okay?"

It took me a while to answer, but eventually I did. "Hmm? Me? Fine, Ced. Everything's great, couldn't be better. Fine." I rambled, not paying attention to what I was actually saying.

He didn't look convinced, "Mmm. Okay. Well, let's go. The Weasleys' are waiting." Every year we returned from Hogwarts, we always got a lift home from the Weasleys'; our parents had been friends since they were our age and they only live about ten minutes way from us, so everything worked out pretty much perfectly.

"Over here!" I heard a familiar voice call out. I looked up to see Ron standing with his entire family,all beaming at me and Cedric, and in all honesty, I couldn't help but beam back.

"Come on, loves." the warm voice of Molly Weasley said. "Let's be off." We all followed her lead - using floo powder to get to the Weasley household and then a lift back to our house from Fred and George in the flying car. We arrived home almost immediately, taking less time than I thought. But I was thankful that I was finally at home, then I could be alone in peace.

"Thanks for the lift. Fred." I smiled, looked at one twin. "George." then the other.

They ruffled my hair and both gave me a hug. "No problem, little Fee." they both said simultaneously. Usually I hated being called little, but the way Fred and George said it didn't bother me.

After I said my goodbyes, I hurried upstairs to my room, desperately wanting to be left alone.

"Colloportus!" I screamed, causing the door to slam fiercely.

I fell down to my knees, and started crying - almost to the point where I couldn't breathe.

"Draco," I whispered. "Draco, Draco, Draco." Though my tears were violently spilling, I still managed to speak through all my sobs. "I need you so much, Draco. I need to be with you. I love you so much."

"Dad!" I heard Cedric's voice call out. "Where's Ophelia?" He never called me Ophelia, he must've known something was wrong. Hearing him say it reminded me even more of Draco, resulting in more sobs.

"I don't know," my father's voice called back. "Most probably in her room."

Cedric's footsteps became louder and louder as he approached my door. "Fee? Are you in there?"

"No," I replied, trying to make a joke out of the situation. But I wasn't fooling anyone.

He tugged at my door handle, trying to open it. "Fee, open the door."

"I don't want to."

"Fee! Open the fucking door!"

"I don't fucking want to!"

"Alohomora!"

He burst into my room, looking satisfied. I looked up at him, my make-up smudged, my hair messy and my face covered in tears.

"I told you I didn't want to." and as I said it, another tear gently dripped down my cheek.