INCEPTION.

Chapter Thirteen - Pure Blooded.

May 22nd, 1994

I was eating breakfast with Ron and Hermione when the room erupted in enormous applause.

It was the day of the Quidditch final, and Harry and the rest of his team had just walked into the Great Hall.

Harry was grinning broadly when he noticed that both Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff tables were applauding for them too.

Slytherin table, however, were hissing loudly as the Gryffindor team passed.

Malfoy looked paler than usual.

Oliver spent the entire breakfast discussing tactics and urging everyone to eat but not touching his food himself.

"You must catch it only if we're more than fifty points up," Wood told Harry constantly. "Only if we're more than fifty points up, Harry, or we win the match but lose the Cup. You've got that, haven't you? You must catch the Snitch only if we're fifty points up. You hear me? Fifty p—"

"I KNOW, OLIVER!" Harry yelled, making me laugh into my cereal.

None of the Gryffindor team members were finished with their breakfast before they were yanked up by Oliver and hurried off to the field so they could get an idea of the conditions.

As they left, there was another wave of applause for them.

"Good luck, Harry!" called out Cho. This resulted in Harry blushing, causing her and her friends to giggle.

I frowned as my eyes flickered towards the Hufflepuff table, where Cedric seemed indifferent to the situation.

I swallowed my last spoonful of cereal and started gathering my stuff.

"Where're you going?" Ron asked as I stood up.

"I'll be back," I replied absentmindedly as I walked over to the Hufflepuff table.

Cedric's friends were all talking cheerfully before stopping abruptly when they noticed me.

"Hi... can I sit?" I asked Cedric skittishly, suddenly feeling nervous as his pearly, grey eyes roamed my face.

"Of course," He patted the open seat next to him and I rushed to sit down, feeling self-conscious about all the eyes that were on me.

"Excited for the match?" I asked lightly, reaching over to a bowl of fruit and popping some cut-up strawberries in my mouth.

"Sure, yeah. Still bummed that we didn't make it to the finals, but if anyone deserved to make it— it's Gryffindor."

At that moment, I somehow genuinely forgot that Cedric was the Captain of his team, so I gasped and clasped my hand over my mouth— feeling horribly insensitive.

"Shit! I'm sorry, I'm an idiot, I forgo—"

Cedric started chuckling and wrapped his hand around mine to bring it down from covering my face.

His touch felt hot against my skin. It made the butterflies in my stomach flutter around wildly.

"(Y/N), it's fine. This just wasn't our year, that's all."

We smiled at each other bashfully and talked for a few more minutes.

I subconsciously kept reaching for the strawberries so much that Cedric took a handful and put them on a plate for me.

He was sitting inclined towards me, looking at me attentively as I spoke, and we were so lost in conversation that we didn't notice that everyone was getting up to head towards the Quidditch field.

I gave him the opportunity to go join his friends, but he didn't give any hints of leaving, so we walked down the lawn towards the field, together.

"It'd be nice for Gryffindor to win. Gryffindor hasn't won the Quidditch Cup since Charlie Weasley was a Seeker."