Quidditch ~~ Oc x Cedric Diggory ~~

Chapter Twenty - Polaroid Picture

The Great Hall buzzed and bubbled as swarms of students returned to Hogwarts for the first time since the Christmas break. Carson Grove sat with her best friend Anastasia Woodlock. The girls sat in a comfortable silence, just happy to be in one another's company. Anastasia had a full plate, consisting of sausages, dofenoir potatoes and broccoli stalks however Carson had only a small bowl of around 4 boiled potatoes.

"I've missed the food here I must say Carrie," Anastasia stopped to analyse Carson. she was slumped, solemnly moving the few potatoes she had dished up for herself around the bowl that held them. She hadn't eaten a thing. "Carrie please try to eat something. either that or you march up to that Diggory boy and demand an apology," the ravenclaw spoke assertively towards her friend, of whom was now looking up at her, tears beginning to spill from her face. She returned to burring her face into her elbow. Silently sobbing. "Oh Carson," Anastasia placed a comforting hand upon the crying girls shoulder.

You see, after the evening of the Diggory party, Carson had sent Cedric letters, as an attempt to communicate with the boy as to what had happened however, no response. Not a single response to any of the letters that were sent and Carson understood that the letters had reached the boy because her owl flew back empty handed each time. This broke her.

Carson decided that it was best for her to just go back to her dorm, she wasn't particularly feeling up to facing anyone at that time and so, she made sure to head there early, hoping to be asleep by the time her dorm mates came back in. During this time, Anastasia thought it best to take matters into her own hands.

Cedric stood up and began to walk off, Anastasia guessed he wouldn't come back to the hall for the night and so, took this has her opportunity. The girl slighted jogged after the boy and began to shout "HEY! DIGGORY!"
Cedric saw it was Anastasia and smiled, walking over to her and speaking in the softest of tones, "oh, hi Anastasia! Nice to see you, enjoying the feast?" He smiled once more.
Anastasia was seething, "don't patronise me. How fucking dare you. How fucking dare you do that to her."
The boy stood, confused at what was happening. "Hey, hey calm dow-"
"Don't you fucking DARE tell me to calm down! ARSEHOLE!" Anastasia interrupted the hufflepuff, "Carson Grove has given you nothing but her heart, soul and mind. continue your ghastly and ignorant behavior toward her, and we will see what happens. beware Cedric Diggory, your time will be coming soon!" She slightly spat with rage towards the boy of whom was looking slightly less confused.
"Shit." Was all he murmured before running away from Anastasia, leaving her alone.

However, Carson didn't manage to get back to be dorm before being seen.
"OI! HUFFLEPUFF!" A familiar, and slightly soothing voice called out to Carson.
"Hey blondie." Carson faked a smile for one of the only boys she let into her heart, platonically, of corse.
"I watched you eat one potato during that feast, you're not alright, what do you need? A hug? Words of affirmation? To be heard? Perhaps simply to be left alone?" The sensitive boy cocked his head slightly before snapping it round as footsteps approached.
"MALFOY! LEAVE HER ALONE!" A voice called. Of corse, Harry Potter was trying to save the day, again.
"POTTER WILL YOU JUST FUCK OFF FOR ONCE IN YOUR LIFE. CARSON AND I HAVE BEEN FRIENDS FOR SIX YEARS NOW, SHE DOESN'T NEED YOUR HELP SO WHY DON'T YOU JUST FUCK OFF, OKAY!?" Malfoy was yelling at the top of his lungs before, an overly sudden, THWACK.
And with that, Potter was gone, leaving Draco with a bloody nose and what looked to be a bruised eye and tears brimming, beginning to spill from the 'tough' exterior of the Slytherin. Carson wasn't sure if the tears were just from the hit, or, perhaps something emotional? His eyes sealed shut and his forehead furrows to stop his glossy eyes from running. The boy stumbled, his back hitting the wall behind him as he slid down, now sobbing into his knees.
"We just tease, we never hit." The boy stuttered between weeps of pure emotion.
"Oh Draco," Carson crouched next to him, scooping him up into a hug. "Let's get you out of the way of people." The girl lifted the boy in her arms, carrying him to the Hufflepuff common room. By this point he was already asleep however she placed him on the sofa and layed a blanket over him anyway, just so that he didn't get cold. She then reclined on the other sofa around the soft fire and dozed off, into the first comfortable sleep she had in weeks.

Carson woke up to a light shaking and a faint whisper, "Carson. Carson wake up." The voice was saying. That voice was, of corse, Cedric Diggory. The girl jolted awake at the light prodding that her housemate had been doing for the past few minutes, startled, she looked around, blocking out what he was saying entirely. Draco was gone, the fire had died out nearly entirely, with just the last few embers burning out, Cedric smelled like vanilla and butterscotch, there was a small note atop the folded blankets where Draco fell asleep, the room was filled with a dull glow, Cedric's hair looked pretty in the light, she was still wearing her uniform and it smelled slightly like the fire, Cedric was clearly worried by the was he moved his mouth so quickly whilst talking, Cedric Cedric Cedric. Very quickly he was all that the young girl could think about for more than two seconds. Her eyes began to glisten as she listened to the last of what he was saying, it managed to sun up the rest of what she had missed whilst daydreaming. "Carson, I was a dickhead, please, all I want is for you to acknowledge me, please." He placed his cold hand on her shoulder. That got her attention alright. The girl flinched slightly, having Diggory remove his hand in a hurry before she spoke for the last time that night "you're right Diggory. You are a dickhead." And with that, she was gone. Carson has whisked herself up the spiral staircase and into her dormitory where she would retire for the night, leaving Cedric alone.

I find that I miss her in the tiniest moments between seconds, let alone from days with no contact. I knew how she felt, it's in the her eyes. It's always in her eyes. No matter how long it takes for us to heal, you will always fix the silences between my thoughts, piecing them together like a perfect jigsaw puzzle. I wish I could be a better me, for her of corse. I wish I could take back what I did, the way I acted. The thing is, I was afraid. Afraid of not only confronting her, but confronting myself. The thing is, technically I'm single, but my heart is taken by someone I can't call my own, may never be able to call my own, and the thing is, she has no idea how much I like her. How much she makes me smile, laugh and do things I never normally would do. But I've fucked up. People say 'having a crush is so much fun' but the thing is, tonight, I know I'm going to go to bed feeling like one thousand stab wounds.

There was one point, one point where he made me think I had a chance with you, but when I take that chance you make me realise, maybe I never really did. Am I that easy to let go? I thought I almost had you. I thought I could almost call you mine. I need to keep my distance now I know I can't have you. My head says 'who cares!' But my heart says, 'you do, idiot.' Well I suppose we're back to the start again, with the mixed signals and the overthinking and the casual comment, actually, no, I'm not sure if there's going to be anymore comments. Goodbyes hurt when the story is finished, silly me, thinking it was just starting. It's that feeling, that feeling when you don't know if you like him or if you hate him. That feeling when you don't know what the fuck you're feeling. I broke all my rules for him, now his name hurts to think. I'm not anyone's first choice. I'm not anyone's favourite. People may tell me that I mean a lot to them but I know there's always someone that they would always choose over me. But hey, it's okay, I wouldn't choose me either, all I've ever wanted is to be someone else, so, I get it. Looks like I really am that hard to love after all, I know I'm not the kind of girl that boys fall in love with, but I thought that once, just once there would be an acceptation. I thought he was the acceptation. Maybe not. The think is, I don't blame him. I don't blame anyone, this was my fault, I did this to myself. I fell in love with him. Love? Am I in love with him?

That's it.

I am.

Shit.

I've never been in love before, and I've just ruined my chances of feeling it again. It's all my fault. I expected too much, again.

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A/n
Hello my loves, this os unedited so please let me know if there's a mistake at all. I'm so sorry that it's been as long as it has been, I needed a bit of time to myself to focus on schoolwork and, well, myself for a bit. Hope you enjoyed, go check out IvyRose_666 because she has published an amazing chapter in her series of the 'dandelions' book. Have a good day/night :)