Quidditch ~~ Oc x Cedric Diggory ~~

Chapter Twenty One - When The Sun Hits

(Smut warning)

The last thing she remembered was Professor McGonagall. The head of griffindor was asking her about... about... ah yes, about seeing the headmaster before bed. That was it, her last memory of the evening, not only that but she had no recollection of the following day either. What on earth-

The stands around the black lake hummed with movement as students from across the three schools tried to find some seats in order to watch the second task. During this time the champions were supposed to be getting ready however, one particular champion was not doing that.
"Anastasia, Draco. You haven't seen Carson anywhere have you? I wanted to talk to her before the task." One of the Hogwarts champions asked two of his... quidditch teammates friends. Both shook their heads.
"Not that it's any of your concern, Diggory." Anastasia almost spat at the boy, "no, no we have not." Draco chimed in on the last part, apologising to the boy before Anastasia gave him a firm look of disproval, encouraging the young Malfoy to mumble something along the lines of 'you waste of magical blood.'

The cannon sounded and the champions were off, to find a treasure, per say. 50 minutes had passed and there was no sign of anyone back yet. Little did they know, the first person had found their 'treasure.'

I had found her in the place I least expected to. What was she doing there? She looked so unwell, almost...dead. Her eyes were dark, disturbed, distressed. She was pale, so very pale.
The boy closed his eyes as he took a sharp, fast breath in before examining her once again.
She looked horrified. Dead, but alive. Alive. She must be alive, why else would she be here?

With that thought, the champion slashed her ties and grasped her arm, beginning to ascend with the girl.

And with that, the suffocation stopped, my lungs were free from the treacherous grasp. I felt unlocked. Free. That was when it hit me, ~he~ was holding me. ~he~ was the one who freed me. His arms, holding me. It was nice. He was holding me in the same way he did that night, arms grasped around my waist, there he goes again, making me feel like he wouldn't ever let me go. Is it taking away my independence? I'm not sure. You know what, fuck him. He can't just hold me like that, like super man saving the day, like my Prince Charming. I don't need a Prince Charming.

"Carson, Carson are you okay?" The Diggory boy asked, panicking slightly as he tried to help the girl. She struggled at his touch. "Please Carson, let me help you!" Cedric was shouting, trying to be heard over the top of the loud cheers and yells of the crowd.
Carson continued to struggle more, eventually breaking herself free of the boy's hold. "You've done enough!" She tried to swim away from the boy, wanting to get back to the shore before him, however her attempt was unsuccessful. The champion grasped her waist and pulled her closer, holding her tightly to his chest as he swam. Obviously Carson tried to break free again but this did not work. He had a grip on her like no other.

The rest was all a blur. I remember getting to the shore, Anastasia and Draco fussing over me, getting me towels and such. Cedric was whisked away by Dumbledore and his other housemates. Soon the other two came back up, places were told and everybody started to head back to the castle. All I remember thinking was the fact that Cedric hadn't spoken to me after the trial at all, that and I needed to get some new clothes on, fast. God, I felt like I mop in those wet, soggy clothes.

"Here" Anastasia said with a soft smile, holding out a pile of clothes "take these and go change, go to the prefects bathroom, nobody will be in there so you can change in privacy." The Ravenclaw hurried her friend along so that she could change.

Half way through buttoning up her shirt, the door of the prefects bathroom creaked open, giving Carson the shock of her life.
"SHIT! I'm so so sorry Carson, I didn't know you were in here, I thought that- well I-" the voice stuttered and stumbled. It was, obviously, Cedric. He was trying to shield his eyes with his hand, hoping to cover some of his vibrant red face along with it.
"Cedric, it's fine, don't worry about it." The girl said, doing up the last of her buttons. "You can look now" she joked.
The sigh of relief that fell from Cedric's lips could be heard from the next bathroom along.
"Listen Ced, whilst I've got you, could we have a chat?" The girl asked, burring her anxious feelings deep down inside.
"Yeah, sure. I was gonna ask the same thing." Cedric responded, placing his bag on the floor and taking a seat on the edge of the bath.
"Listen, I've been a dick. Thank you for saving me from the lake. I shouldn't have been ignoring you this whole week. I feel really bad about it and I just-" the girl was interrupted,
"You feel bad? I ignored you after everything that happened, after that night. You had all right to be mad at me. Please don't feel bad Carson, I'm the one that fucked up." He trailed off.
"It was a good night though. Wasn't it?" She smirked with caution.
"The best night of my life." Cedric placed a soft hand over the top of the girl's hand, both resting on one another.
Carson blushed heavily "It was a lot of fun, you know the-"
"Kiss? Yeah, I've never been kissed like that before, I've never kissed like that before." Cedric spoke with a breathily voice.
"Me neither!" Carson giggled.
"Do you want to, maybe, do it again? Sometime? Not right now, not if you don't want to." He panicked, thinking he had said too much too soon.
"I'll schedule you in for 2:15 on Thursday, right after my meeting with Dumbledore?" The pair laughed in unison. "You really think I don't want to kiss you?"