Celeste woke up in Cedric's arms the next morning. She smiled at the sight of his face, furrowed brows, mouth slightly parted and his arms tight around her body. She began to giggle slightly, body shaking slightly which awoke Cedric.
He looked down at her, eyes still adjusting to the light, he smiled at her. "What are you laughing at?" He questioned.
"You look funny when you sleep, Ced." She shrugged and he looked at her in shock as she laughed again.
"I do not." He said.
"Oh, so you can see yourself as you sleep?" She looked at him with a raised eyebrow.
"Whatever." He mumbled and pulled her back into him.
"It's okay Ced," Celeste laughed, "it's cute."
"I'll show you cute when I win the tournament." He smiled cockily.
"Uh huh." She deadpanned and he glared down at her while she laughed.
They soon got up and headed to the Great Hall for breakfast. Holding hands and walking through the halls, smiling giddily at one another. As they approached the doors to the hall, they kissed each other once more before departing to their house tables.
The storm had blown itself out by that morning, though the ceiling in the Great Hall was still gloomy. Celeste sat down where Harry Hermione and Ron were eating with a bright smile. Heavy clouds of pewter gray swirled overhead as Harry, Ron, and Hermione examined their new course schedules at breakfast. Hermione handed Celeste's with a raised brow in her direction.
"And, where were you all night." She asked like a stern mother.
"With Cedric," Celeste mumbled, looking down at her lap, "I was worried at the fact he was entering the tournament and he brought me to the astronomy tower as we spoke it out."
Hermione looked shocked and harry gripped his schedule tightly, almost angrily. "Celeste!" Hermione stated looking at her. Celeste looked up at her tone with a confused expression, "And, did you...?" Hermione asked and Celeste looked at her confused.
"What are you on about Mione?" Celeste asked.
"Celeste..." Hermione widened her eyes at her.
"Wha- NO!" Celeste exclaimed, "Jesus Hermione! I'm fourteen!"
"Well what was I supposed to think?" Hermione said and Celeste, Harry and Ron all sniggered at Hermione's flustered state. "Oh, shut it you three." As they went back to looking at their schedules.
A few seats along, Fred, George, and Lee Jordan were discussing magical methods of aging themselves and bluffing their way into the Triwizard Tournament.
"Today's not bad . . . outside all morning," said Ron, who was running his finger down the Monday column of his schedule. "Herbology with the Hufflepuffs and Care of Magical Creatures . . . damn it, we're still with the Slytherins. . . ."
"Double Divination this afternoon," Harry groaned, looking down. Divination was his least favorite subject, apart from Potions. Professor Trelawney kept predicting Harry's death, which he found extremely annoying. Celeste laughed looking at him, he just stuck his middle finger up at her.
"You should have given it up like me, shouldn't you?" said
Hermione briskly, buttering herself some toast. "Then you'd be doing something sensible like Arithmancy."
"You're eating again, I notice," said Ron, watching Hermione adding liberal amounts of jam to her toast too.
"I've decided there are better ways of making a stand about elf rights," said Hermione haughtily.
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Anchor~ Harry James Potter
Fanfiction-- A girl who was born on the eight month to the house of black and Solatto, the month after the boy who lived, should their prophecy's align into an even bigger catastrophe? Celeste Solatto was just a girl, Harry Potter was just a boy. The two cl...
