Call It What You Want || DISCONTINUED.

four

Things were about to change; my friendship with August and my other new friends, with all the other people, too. They were going to start having high expectations for me. I panicked at the thought of that.

"How did they know?" I asked, my voice shaky, "Cedric, how did they know?!" I asked one more time.

He didn't answer and this made me get even more nervous. I couldn't face everyone after that, I just wish I could move to a normal muggle school where the surname 'Francis' is just a normal last name.

Cedric brought me to a hall where no one was there. He finally turns around to look at me while still holding my hand, looking at me straight in the eyes to show me that he's going to answer honestly. "I promise you that I never told them. I was shocked, too, when they found out your real surname." At this point, no answers were right. His response didn't help me.

"They're gonna look at me differently now, August is going to—"

"They won't. You're still (y/n) even if you are a Francis, your last name doesn't determine who you are."

"But it does, Cedric! My mother used to be everything in this damn Wizarding World and everyone expected her child to inherit her greatness, but... but I'm not like her. I can't be like her even if I tried," I finally let my frustration out, letting Cedric be the first person for me to talk about my problems like this; even when I promised him that I'll tell him after he wins the match. But I just couldn't hold it back anymore. "My grandparents, my mother– my whole family, they all had high expectations for me. I'm her only child and they're all just pressuring me every morning and every letter."

I know I might look so stupid and ugly right now, but someone needed to hear me out. I want Cedric to know.

"My father was the only one who cared about my mental health; he'd protect me from my grandparents' insult and my mother from telling me that I'm going to get disowned if I won't be like her even though I know that's just to push me more further into working harder... but it still hurts hearing her say all that."

"(Y/n)..." He sounded shocked to hear the last part. I wanted to cry but I maintained it back because I didn't want myself to look foolish furthermore.

"That's why I hate my last name– so much,"

Instead of saying something as I had anticipated, he pulled me in for the hug I had been yearning for. I met Diggory two months ago, and now we're here hugging after my frustrated state. This was something I didn't want to end, and I didn't want him to leave. The comfort I felt from this was more than enough.

I might've told him too much that I wish I could just punch him for hearing.

"Thank you for telling me, (y/n)." He said, caressing my head as I sobbed uglier. 

I slightly hit him in the chest and mumbled out while frowning, "Shut up, Diggory."

. . .

Then as evening came, I avoided everyone, especially August. I couldn't look at anyone who sat near me earlier then. Maybe they get to see me socially active again a year after they see me as a ghost.

Cedric had to drag me to the Stadium with him because he thought I'd forget and get embarrassed. They practised at the undecorated pitch as I sat at the stand, watching them sweat and acted as if it was their real match against the Gryffindors. Seeing Cedric giving his all in a practice made something inside me flutter; we're not officially friends yet but he really wants me to know how badly he wants to get to know me deeper.

His friend group wasn't on the team, so I'm a bit glad about that.

The practice went around for 20 minutes and as soon as they took a break, Cedric flew over to me with his broomstick to see my reaction, saying, "I think the point of me being a seeker is to dedicate my whole skill just to be friends with you, (y/n)."