One Love - { Cedric Diggory x Draco Malfoy }

Chapter Three.

You walk to potions class alone, as Cedric was away training for the first challenge tomorrow. Taking your seat next to Draco, you smile briefly at him. You swear he's getting more attractive every day.

"What are you so chirpy about, Mudblood? Is it because your boyfriend is in the tournament?" Draco ridiculed you.

"Shut up, Malfoy. He's not my boyfriend." You turn to look at him and his devilish smirk.

Watching Snape explain todays lesson, you measure out the ingredients. Veritaserum - a truth potion. It was a clear and odorless liquid, which forces the drinker to tell the complete truth to any question. Draco threw some of the ready ingredients carelessly into the cauldron.

"This will be fun, Mudblood. I can hear some of your dirty secrets between you and Diggory." Draco leaned over and whispered close into your ear.

You roll your eyes at him. Grabbing a handful of his robes, you push him away from you. After spooning the liquid into a small vial, you push the bottle into his pale hands. "Good thing you're the one drinking it then." You say, smiling sarcastically at him.

"Keep dreaming Mudblood. I'm not taking it. And if you don't, then I guess we both fail." Draco shrugged and placed the vial on the desk.

You could feel your blood boiling. You either fail, or let Draco Malfoy know all your secrets. This was so unfair. Sighing, you pick up the vial and pop open the cork. The look of success on Draco's face was agonizing but you put the bottle to your lips and swallow the contents. The potion tasted vile - sour and bitter, and the taste of salt water and newts eyes was enough to make anyone vomit.

"I feel no different than before." You admitted. We must have done something wrong.

Draco stood up, his face looking down at yours. You could smell his mint cologne, with notes of amberwood, lemon and tonka bean. "Do you fancy me Mudblood?" he asked.

"Yes." You blurted out, before slamming your hands over your mouth. I guess it had worked after all.

Instead of making fun of you like you had expected, he took a step closer. Your faces were aligned and any closer the two of you would be touching. His platinum blonde, soft hair fell in front of his forehead as his grey eyes glistened. The rest of the room was still loud and boisterous, but to you, the only thing in the world were you and Draco.

"Do you want to go to the Yule Ball with me?"

Already knowing the answer, you replied, "Yes." But this time, you didn't stop yourself.

"Well then I guess we better go together."

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Later that evening, you met with Cedric in his bedroom. His room was huge, perks of being a prefect. His four poster bed was in the center of the room, his dresser to the right. Last year for his birthday you had strung pictures of you both on his wall, which he claimed he hated, but still kept up.

You sat down on his bed, next to him and rested your head on his lap. "So how was training?" You asked. In all honestly, you were worried about tomorrow. Yes, Cedric may be the seeker of Hufflepuff and has suffered his fair share of broken bones, but since Harry Potter had informed him the challenge was Dragons, he seemed to have been on edge ever since.

"It was good. I'm not sure how I'm going to get the Golden Egg though." He spoke, playing with your fingers. "My dads sending over my suit for the Ball."

You sat up, holding his hands in yours. "Cedric, I forgot to tell you."

"Tell me what?" He looked at you anxiously. He couldn't bear anymore bad news, which crushed you.

"Cedric, I can't go to the Yule Ball with you anymore."

"Look, its because of the dance we have to do, we can just arrive late. We don't have to dance anyway!"

"Cedric.."

"We don't even have to go to the Ball! We can have our own one here! We can steal some food from the kitchens, or we can-"

"Cedric I can't go to the ball with you because I'm going with Draco!" you shouted, cutting him off.

He dropped your hand and stood up. "You're what?"

"He asked me in potions. But its fine, we were only going as friends anyway."

"You don't understand, I didn't ask you out of pity. God Lucy, I actually wanted to go with you." He kicked the bed post out of anger, making you flinch.

"What?" You spoke softly. What was he talking about?

Cedric looked at you one last time. The angry expression on his face had disappeared and it had been replaced with pure sadness. Instead of replying, he left the room, slamming the door behind him.

Leaving you, sat on his bed, all alone.