The Best Year (A Cedric Diggory Fanfic) {HIATUS}

Chapter Two: The Accidental Conception of Awkward

The BEST Year

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or anything you recognise.

Chapter Two: The Accidental Conception of Awkward

Wednesday, 2nd September

I woke up the next morning with an unusual feeling on my face. It was warm and...soft? I attempted to open my eyes, nothing but darkness. They began to sting. I took my hands from the comfort of the warm sheets to examine this unknown object on my face...Fur?

"Mr Darcy, I'M GOING TO KILL YOU. WE'VE BEEN THROUGH THIS A HUNDRED TIMES OVER! YOU. ARE. NOT. TO. SLEEP. ON. MY. FACE!"

He looked at me at me, eyes wide and a startled expression written across his furry. Each night when I climbed into bed, he'd take a seat on my feet. At some point he would migrate up towards my face. It happened at least once a week. However, depending on how he positioned himself, I didn't usually realise his presence on my face until morning.

I took a brief look at the my watch.

Eight twenty? SHIT!

Transfiguration started at nine. I leaped out of bed and ran into my closet, garbing the first full set of a uniform I could find, and bolted downstairs towards the bathroom. Cedric was nowhere to been seen. Smart boy, he probably didn't sleep in. Or it might have stirred if only that stupid cat wasn't on me. Without thinking, swung the door open of the bathroom.

There was Cedric, in all his naked glory, under the shower. Water slipped down his perfectly defined chest, downward, down, down, I saw the beginning of the V lines...

ALEX SNAP OUT OF IT!

"Urm...hi," he said with his eyes wide, the water plastering his hair flat against his face.

"I'M SO SORRY! I'LL JUST GO NOW!" I yelled, flinging my clothes over my shoulder and clapping one hand over my eyes, the other slamming the door. How did I manage to humiliate myself like that? Surely today wasn't going to get any worse. I ran back to my room and changed into my robes. Not to be dramatic or anything, but no way was I going to go back to the bathroom...for the rest of my life.

I pulled out my Advanced Transfiguration guide, parchment, quills, and other writing materials and took them downstairs into the kitchen.

Acknowledging the rumble in my stomach, I inspected the kitchen cool room. There was an assortment of vegetables and proteins along with bottled liquids that sat on the door. I finally settled on a very appealing banana. I identified the stout brown tinged bottle with swirling orange liquid to be pumpkin juice, so I grabbed that out of the fridge too.

I took a seat at the lounge in front of last nights' dying fireplace. Cedric told me that Transfiguration was luckily only around the corner, I would have been in a lot of trouble if I had Care of Magical Creatures first. I simultaneously took a sip of pumpkin juice and a bite of the fruit. I only had about a quarter of an hour before my first class commenced.

"Good morning," said Cedric, climbing out of the bathroom hallway.

"Hi," I replied, in barely more then a whisper, refusing to make eye contact.

"Sorry about that earlier, I should have locked the door," he said, turning slightly red.

"No, it's my cat's fault..." I responded, immediately regretting those words.

"Mr Darcy? Why?" asked Cedric, furrowing his eyebrows together.

"You don't want to know... I just slept in. I'm really sorry Cedric, I shouldn't have stormed in like that."