Out of my League

Chapter Fifteen

I have been avoiding Harry ever since the other night. I was just completely mortified and the best way to cope with that, for me at least, is to ignore the problem.

I only told Hermione about it but she's seeming to be having a hard time keeping quiet. She can't shut her mouth about it at dinner tonight. Luckily we aren't sitting anywhere near the boys but it's still embarrassing. But I don't blame her for not getting that it's mortifying though, she's never really dealt with boys or anything like that. Still is pisses me off a bit that she broadcasting it to the people around us.

People are staring to get the wrong idea.

"You and Harry went into the prefects bath together?" A girl sitting a few spots down asks anxiously.

"No! You bloody idiot." I snap.

I don't know where she came up with that but it's a load of rubbish and I swear if she starts spreading stuff like that around I'll have a much bigger problem.

I can hear some giggling coming from the Slytherin table. I turn around to see Pansy and a few of her friends gossiping about something. I quickly realize that thing is me.

"What are you looking at?" I demand.

Pansy's grin grows "Oh nothing." She looks across the hall to the Hufflepuff table.

Cedric looks caught off guard when he sees me looking at him, he smiles and waves.

I return his smile with an even bigger one. Then Pansy taps on my shoulder and points down the Gryffindor table. I see what they're laughing at now.

Harry's got the same look as Cedric. And neither one of them are intelligent enough to piece it together. God I hate this.

"Cedric fancies you Kennedy! He told me today!" One of them squeal.

I thought we were just going to the ball as friends.

I turn around and rest my chin on my arms. Has someone slipped them a bloody love potion or something? I have no interest in either of them. Harry for obvious reasons, and Cedric because he's just a friend and I don't see him like that.

This feels like one of those overused story lines for popular romcoms. The ones where the girl who's never even been on a date before has multiple guys fall for her. Of course my version is a lot less romanticized and a lot more stressful since the guys are competing in a tournament that will likely kill them.

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"Kennedy! Wait up!" Harry yells from behind me in the hallway.

Gosh he's hopeless.

I start walking faster and keep my head down so he might lose me in the crowd of students.

I guess he is a little more determined than I thought because he manages to push through all the students until he can clasp onto my inner elbow to turn me around.

"I need to talk to you." He says.

I was expecting him to say something dumb like he wanted to carry my books or something but this actually seems more serious than that.

"Ok, when?" I ask.

"Oh um, I don't know. You see I didn't really think I would get this far since you've been ignoring me for the past week or so." He admits.

"How about we talk during Defense Against the Dark Arts. It's not like Moody cares about our education or anything." I roll my eyes.

"Yeah, brilliant." He begins "We could walk together to class." He suggests.

I guess he was able to fit one stupid thing in. But I'm not opposed to the idea to I nod and continue walking through different groups of students in all different houses until we finally reach the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom and drop our stuff down.

Moody gives some vague instructions and then lets us do our work. At the beginning of the year he would do real lessons but now he gives us some busy work and goes off to do some 'business' it's all so suspicious but I'm worried if I call him out one more time I'll have detentions for a month.

"I've been hearing rumors." Harry blurts out at a whisper.

"About?" I question.

"Us." He begins "And I don't know who started them but they aren't necessarily good, as rumors usually aren't." He explains.

"It wasn't me." I defend.

"No, no, I know it wasn't you." He says. It looks like he wanted to continue but instead he looks done at his parchment.

"Well what are the rumors?" I ask. He shakes his head like he has an option to tell me or not. "Tell me!" I whisper shout.

He shakes his head more vigorously "I don't think you want me to tell you now, with everyone here." He suggests.

I roll my eyes and cross my arms at him. He's being so overdramatic I'm sure it's nothing. "Harry tell me the damn rumors and stop over exaggerating, it's annoying." I scold.

"Whatever." He sighs "I've had multiple people ask me about the prefects bathroom the other night and they think we snogged." He stutters as his face pales.

All I want is for that classroom door to swing open and some sort of black hole to suck me out of my seat and swallow me whole.

How do I even respond to something like that? I don't want to sound too uncomfortable because it makes me seem uneducated and immature but I also don't want to sound too excited either.

"That's disgusting." I say bluntly.

"I told you." He leans back in his seat. "I mean, I only told a few people and I didn't think they would go around spreading-"

"Who are these 'few people' because I only told Hermione." I ask anxiously.

"Oh um well I told Ron, Dean, Seamus, and Neville. But before you get mad, I was only telling them the full story to how we figured out what the second task will be. I didn't want to discredit you." He explains.

I can feel my face start to burn red with embarrassment because I pray that he didn't tell him what happened after we went back to the common room.

"Well how far did you go into the story?" I ask. I'm trying to be as subtle as possible while still getting the information I want.

"Oh don't worry, I told them that you left after we figured out the egg."

I feel a wave of relief go over my body causing me to relax in my seat a little.

"Thanks." I mutter.

"Yeah no problem." He replies.

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