Perfectly Imperfect || C. Diggory

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐲 || 𝐉𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐒𝐢𝐭 𝐁𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐑𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐱

"Oh my god, I am such an idiot!" I exclaimed, slapping my hands down on my thighs, as Cedric and I strode down the sidewalk to the little park at the end of the street.

He scoffed, with a smile. "Why?"

"You've been at my house for fourteen days, and I never gave you a tour of it!" I whined, stepping onto the gravel road in front of us. We took a couple more steps and officially entered the park, passing the sign that read Delcade Park.

"I know my way around now, there's no po-"

"No, I want to do it. Frankly, I don't care if you want to do it," I crossed my arms."I'm giving you a tour of my house." I exclaimed, stifling a laugh, though I failed very quickly because Cedric broke a smile that just cracked my own.

"Alright, if you feel the need-"

"I do." I interrupted, very determined to make my point. "As soon as we get home, we're going to start the tour, and you're going to enjoy yourself."

"Yes, ma'am." He chuckled, saluting playfully. I led him towards the rickety and fairly rusty swing set, and sat down on the one to my left. He mounted himself on the other, and began to lightly swing his legs, creating a soft rhythm.

Cedric had been staying with me for two weeks now, and I thought it had been pretty successful. Unfortunately, Cedric came back with severe trauma from the Triwizard Tournament, and started having bad dreams that played back the events of the third task. Those dreams had happened three of the fourteen nights he stayed, and I had woken up every time, due to his trembling. I had no problem with it, in fact, I wanted to be there for him. I wanted to be an escape for him.

I did not have nearly the amount of trauma as Cedric had, and in no way would I ever try and compare my own to his, for they were truly incomparable. But, for an amount of time, I had to watch the man I love lay limp on the ground, with the mental state that he was dead. I had serious heartache to watch him in pain. It put me in pain to see him in the state he was.

I had dreams too. Nightmares. I had dreams where I was at his funeral, doing the eulogy, the words barely coming out of my mouth without cracks. Where I was preforming an autopsy on his body, finding no trace of how he could have died, though I knew it was from the Killing Curse. Where I was reliving the moment where he came back in Cedric's arms, when Steve tried to hold me back from running to him, tears in his own eyes.

I pushed those dreams to the back of my mind, letting them rot in the pit of my stomach, only letting my hurt show in the middle of the night, when Cedric was asleep. I would cry when I woke up, and watched Cedric sleep to relieve my racing heart. It relaxed me to see his chest rising and falling, breaths escaping his lips.

I didn't need to worry about that during the day. I could spend time with him, forgetting about every problem in the world just by staring into his eyes.

"So, you like Johnny Depp? He's a great actor." I smiled, swinging higher and higher, knowing that after I'd come off, I would feel like throwing up. The pains of motion sickness.

"I know, his performance was great. Any of his other stuff we can watch?" Cedric asked, staring up into the cumulus clouds.

"Yes, actually. One I think you'll really like. It's called A Nightmare on Elm Street." I replied.

"Ooo, seems scary." He chuckled, waving his fingers in the air. I smiled, and kicked at the rocks, dusting up my Chuck Taylor's.

"Yeah, there's this guy, Freddy Krueger- oh, I'll just have to let you watch it. I don't want to say to much." I grinned, widening my eyes. Everything was going so perfect. I couldn't remember a time where I was as happy as I was today.