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

Chapter Four: Flying Frustrations

The BEST Year

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

Chapter Four: Flying Frustrations

Saturday, 5th September

Beeeeeep!..... Beeeep!.... Beeep!... Beep!..Beep..!

"Okay, okay!" I yelled at the alarm. "I'm up! See?"

I leant up in bed and opened my eyes. Mr Darcey was sitting on my feet, and the light that was gracing my room with it's presence, was minimal. My alarm clock read six forty five am, saturday the fifth of September. That meant I had broomstick flying coaching with the first years. I climbed out of bed and headed towards my wardrobe. Over the first week of school, I had adopted a new attitude; the quicker I got out of bed, the quicker I could have an amazingly warm shower, the quicker I could bundle myself up in warm clothing. Madam Hooch never specified what we had to wear in the note, and I wasn't bothered to go and ask Cedric, I doubted he was even up. He seemed to be one of those people who wake up early each morning on a school day but then, on a weekend, sleep the day away.

I pulled out a pair of black skinny jeans and my Gryffindor jersey. I received my jersey during the holidays by owl. Apparently only those who played Quidditch were issued one. It was a large pull over styled jumper made of scarlet and 'golden' (dark yellow) stripes with the Gryffindor crest on the breast pocket. It had a collar with buttons, which buttoned down to about three holes. At the back was a large number three. Above it, in the same white writing was my surname; "Potter." I pulled out a pair of white Converse and a random long sleeved shirt. I picked up my Firebolt from the corner of my room and crept as quietly as possible into the corridor which joint both Cedric's and my own rooms together. I sneaked downstairs into the common room, making sure I wouldn't wake Cedric.

"Morning Alex, how are you this morning?" asked Cedric from the kitchen.

"Oh hey." I said. "I though you were still asleep."

"Iv'e been up since six. We have coaching this morning remember." he said.

He too was wearing a Quidditch jersey, only his, obviously, was made from the colours of Hufflepuff; yellow and black. On the back of his he had his surname; "Diggory" and the number one. All Quidditch captains had the number one on theirs, since they were obviously the most important, Wood mentioned it to me the other day during Transfiguration.

"Yeah, I set my alarm early I could have the shower first, but that obviously failed." I said.

"I've already been in the bathroom so feel free to go." he said. "Are eggs and sausages good for you for breakfast? Since I was already making them for myself, but I made extra in case you woke up late."

"Naws, thank you Cedric, you really didn't have to do that." I replied. "I'll eat when I finish in the bathroom. Is that ok with you?"

"Yeah sure. Do you want me to wait?" he asked.

"No, no, eat, seriously. It's all good." I said and went to the bathroom.

I threw my clothing onto the bench and pulled off my pyjamas and stepped into the shower. I loved showers. I loved the way they managed to always put me in a better mood, regardless of what had happened. I always managed to have a stroke of brilliance in the shower for some reason. When I was alone in the dorms last year at Beauxbatons, I always sung to myself, spells that I had to memorise, or potion ingredients I couldn't quite put together. I exited the shower and quickly dressed myself, not too concious about my appearance. I didn't see why girls felt the need to layer on make up each day. I mean if a guy was only going to like you when you had make up on, or straightened hair, he's not worth it. I braided my hair into a fish tail and flicked it over my shoulder and left the bathroom.