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Cedric found himself waking up multiple times throughout the night, finding it hard to catch his breath and feel his feet.
It was his last sleep before the first task and although he had more knowledge than he needed, he felt like he knew nothing.
Not only was he worrying himself with the thought of fighting dragons with all of their outrageous power, but he worried about his relationship with Willow and what was left.
Would she ignore him until he needed her once again for studying? All because of some stupid choice of words? Or would she go against all odds of who people thought she was and be there regardless?
The questions kept him up before he drifted in and out of his REM cycle, and he found himself wanting the answers more and more.
The first task of the Triwizard tournament was in the palm of his hands as he got dressed in the morning, feeling the nerves creep under his skin as if it were a nasty bug.
I can do this, he repeats in his head for the millionth time. He wished more than ever that it would just be a normal day, but it wasn't going to be.
Willow Malfoy woke up in the morning, sleeping a million times better than the boy, but still noting her first thought was about Cedric's well-being.
A boy who didn't seem to want to be with her, for a matter of fact. A boy whom she found herself thinking of first thing in the morning and who couldn't be bothered with wanting to advance whatever spark they had.
No matter the situation and her personal feelings, she pushed them to the side as she remembered he had to face a dragon today.
Worry and guilt flooded her body as she got ready for the day, throwing on a black sweater and a pair of expensive jeans her father attempted to buy her love with.
As Willow reached her bow collection, a staple she required most days, her eye caught a mustard-colored bow she never seemed to pay attention to.
The bow was a gift from her mother years and years ago. She remembered it being in a set of a few, but her mother liked the color on her.
It would be perfect, she thought. In a perfect world, it would've been perfect. She'd root for Cedric with her yellow bow and cheer him on as he faced his fears.
This wasn't a perfect world, unfortunately. It was far from it. No one in her house or her family would appreciate the disappointment of associating with the Hufflepuff house.
