The Raven and the Ginger

Chapter 7

(⚠️TW: attempts of sexual assault and abusive relationships⚠️)

I couldn't believe it. Fred and George won their bet. I thought it was such a shit plan, yet there we were. Krum had the golden snitch in his hand, but Ireland was up by ten points. They were celebrating their victory behind me and I received a tight hug from behind.

"We did it! Can you believe it Addie? We fucking did it!" Fred shouts over the crowd.

"Fred! Language!" Arthur calls from a few seats over, looking shocked and confused at his boy's behavior.

"You did do it Fred! I- I don't even know what to say- And here I was, thinking all this time that you two were lost causes..." I shook my head sarcastically and they both laughed at me.

We all started packing up and the boys and I rushed off to Bagman to receive the boy's winnings.

I waited outside the tent for George and Fred when I saw a familiar shaggy haired asshole. Why was he coming towards me?

"Uh, Adola... Can I talk to you maybe?"

I scoffed and replied, "You have an owl, why don't you just send me a letter. Seems like you like that particular mode of communication." I knew the twins could hear me inside, I made sure to speak loud enough so if need be, they could come back me up. I also knew that they were having a very hard time restraining themselves from bursting out of the tent right now and beating him into a pulp.

"Please Adola, I really need to apologize. I don't know what I was thinking. I really do love you."

I was taken aback. Loved me? I always thought I loved Cedric. I thought about it all the time when we were together. I never said it out loud, and I'm glad I hadn't because I knew now that it wasn't love. It was manipulation. I had never been in a real relationship before, but he certainly had. He always had girls around his arms before we were a thing, but even as we were dating they were still there. Just not where I could see them and it took me all summer to realize it. He constantly would yell at me for being "jealous" but all I wanted was for me to just have him. Not all the girls he hung out with, or the creepy friends he had. He would get mad when I would hang out with Fred and George, or he would have to accompany us whenever we were together. He especially hated that I was in a different house than him and was probably "getting laid every time he would leave the Ravenclaw common room" even though all I did was ever think about him. Even when he hit me, all I did was think about how to make him feel better, and calm him down.

Of course none of my friends knew this. I could never tell them. They'd go straight to Azkaban.

"It's a little late for that, huh Diggory?" I turned on my heel to leave, the twins would have a good guess at where I went. I'm not one for wondering.

He grabbed me tightly by my wrists and I knew they were going to leave a mark, "I said I need to talk to you."

I struggled to get out of his grasp and drew the palm of my free hand up to his nose, where there was a loud crunch.

Oh shit...

I heard fabric rustle behind me and as if there were a couple of echos come from behind me, two more swears came from under my friend's breaths.

He was unconscious...

I probably killed him...

I killed Cedric Diggory...

I'm going to jail...

Merlin, I'm being dramatic. He's breathing you dumbass. Someone will find him, just walk away from the situation.

I sighed to myself and grabbed the twins arms and pulled them away to our tent once again.

Fred leaned down to my ear and whispered, "That was low-key kinda hot."

My entire body immediately flushed red and I could tell he knew what he was doing to me. I wanted to get him back to I pulled the side of head head to my mouth level and he smirked, waiting for what I was going to say. I licked my lips and spoke back, "Want to see it in first person?"

He paled and backed up. I winked at him and I saw him swallow hard.

It was obvious to me now, my newly found crush on my best friend. I didn't know how it happened. Considering Fred and Cedric are two totally opposing personalities. Maybe that was why.

It was a while back into the night. The twins were making fun of Ron's obsession with the Bulgarian seeker and I was talking to Ginny about the rest of the quidditch match.

Out of no where, we heard what sounded like more fireworks and cheering from outside. But I knew that it wasn't celebrating going on.

"Sounds like the Irish have got their pride on!" Fred says as he stands.

I quickly run over and shush the three of them, "It's not the Irish, quickly, we need to get out!"

Arthur was quickly alert and rushing kids out of the tent. "Fred, George- Adola and Ginny are your responsibilities. Stay together!"

I hadn't even noticed the other trio had disappeared in the tussle of screaming, fire and torture. Fred had grabbed my hand and they were leading us into the woods near by.

I froze, causing Fred to stumble back as I remembered the scrapbooks under my pillow. I shouted, "Accio scrapbook" followed by "Accio Camera" and once they were in my hand I turned around but I realized Fred's hand was no longer laced with mine and I was all by myself.

I thought.

I was yanked by my hair behind a large tree and a pair a lips was pressed against mine. I struggled against my captor but it was no use. Their hands were in my hair. On my waist. On my throat. On my cheeks.

A moan erupted from the man and my heart dropped.

Cedric. Back for more.

I tried calling for Fred or George. Or Ginny. Harry, Hermione, Ron, Arthur. I knew no one could hear me. All of a sudden the only thing I could hear was my rushed heart beat and the only thing I could feel was the slow glide of tears streaming down my cheeks. Every time I yelled, the rougher his lips against mine were and the closer his hips shoved me against the large oak tree holding me up. The last thing I heard before all of my senses were completely numbed the loud caw of a raven, watching from a branch above and the sound of a strong punch knocking my captor off of me and the feeling of being swept off my feet before being enveloped in total darkness, except this time it wasn't a bludger to the nose. This was a stain on the soul.

(A/N: if you can't tell my now, I don't like Cedric. Don't ask me why, because I don't know, I just get weird vibes from him)