He who must not be Loved. [d.m]

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"Cedric Diggory."

"Is he still not up?" I sighed, putting my hair into a ponytail. "No, it's as if they've never slept before." Granger replied, glaring at Weasley in annoyance.
I walked past her, "Harry." I said. He groaned, squirming on the bed.
"Harry!" I shouted, causing him to gasp awake. "What's the matter with you?" I asked, furrowing my brows at him.
He cleared his throat, "bad dream. Sorry." I rolled my eyes, turning back at Hermione who'd smacked Weasley awake.

I walked downstairs as the voice of Granger yelling at Weasley faded. It was a blur living at the Weasley's.
I'd barely gotten any owls from Draco. Pleanty from Pansy though, love her for that.
Maybe it was a mistake. The kiss between Draco and I.
The kiss Harry still has no clue about. Fortunately.
Whatever, Draco and I were 13. Way too young for any of that to go ahead. And go be fair, he does look better with Daphne.

TIME SKIP
"Weasley, where are we going?" I grunted, making my way over the large rock. All the Weasley family had told us was to lack our bags and get dressed. Apparently, there was surprise of some sort.
"No idea. Dad won't tell me." He said.

"Arthur!" I heard a man say jollyfully. I made my way in the front, beside Arthur. "Sorry, Amos. Some of us had a sleepy start." Arthur said, glancing back at Harry and Weasley.
I looked ahead at the man. He looked incredibly familiar. But I couldn't recall from when.
"This is Amos Diggory everyone. He works with me at the ministry." Huh. Is that where I know him from?
Not even a second later, another boy jumps down from the tree above us. I flinch backing away.
"And this strapping young lad must be Cedric, am I right?" Well, Merlin's beard Cedric, don't give me a heart attack now.

"Nice to meet you, sir." He smiled, shaking Arthur's hand as they advanced forward. He turned his attention to me.
I rose my eyebrows in question to why he wasn't walking ahead. "Y/n Potter, yeah?" He asked, narrowing his eyes. I nodded, "Cedric Diggory." I said, earning a smile. "That's me. Sorry for startling you there earlier." He scratched his head as we moved ahead, soon catching up behind the group.
"Please, you didn't scare me, Diggory." I scoffed.
He grinned. "Really?" He asked in amusement. "Yes." I stated.
"Well, don't let this scare you either then, Potter." I furrowed my brows as the group gathered around a shoe.

I bent down, along side the other, holding it as it transported us to some sort of a void. "Let go, kids!" Is he mad.
"What!?" I shouted, hearing the chuckle of Diggory beside me. "Let go!" Arthur said again. I let go.
Screaming.
"Argh." I groaned, sitting up as so did Granger, Weasley and Harry.
Arthur, Amos and Diggory came down rather gracefully. I rolled my eyes at his stupid smirk.

He lent his hand down to help me up. "Thanks," I grunted, getting up myself. "Well, aren't you stubborn." He said.
I quickly walked away towards Harry.
"Welcome to the Quidditch World Cup!" I sighed at Arthur. Was this supposed to be fun for me?
I turned to look at Cedric who looked as if he'd waited all his life for today. "Excited, Diggory?" I scoffed.
"Very. Father's got his bets on the winning team."

There were flags of countries all around the world. India, Great Britain, Iran, Mongolia, France.

"Home sweet home." Arthur said, leading the way to possibly the smallest tent I had ever laid my eyes on. "Oh, you have got to be kidding me." I muttered as Diggory looked down at me. "Come on, Potter." He said, pulling my arm.
Well. Not what I expected the inside to look like.
Magic was extraordinary.
"Impressive, Diggory." I raised a brow causing him to smile out.

TIME SKIP
Finally, we were here at the stadium. I remember Pansy telling me about how she wouldn't be able to make it since her familiy's travelling to Maldives.
I looked down the railing; Draco and his father. I shouldn't say this, but Merlin did he look good. I've never seen Draco in a suit before and it fit him perfectly.
"If it rains, you'll be the first to know." Lucius sneered, Draco behind him with his usual smirk plastered on his face.
"Father and I are in the minister's box.. by personal invitation from Cornelius Fudge himself." Draco boasted, looking straight up at me.
Harry was beside me and Diggory on the other side.
"Y/n." He shouted. Oh, sweet god, what was he going to do now? "Mum's not been able to make it, you wanna join us?" I felt heat rise to my cheeks. Not of blush, but of embarrassment of the whole Weasley and Diggory family staring at me.
And stupid Draco stood still, waiting for an answer. What the hell was I supposed to do!? Harry was beside me, glaring at me like I killed our parents.

"Perhaps not today, Draco." Lucius said, glaring at Draco who swallowed hard. "We have.. plans for the evening. You're free to join us this winter break at the Malfoy Manor, Y/n." I sighed softly in relief.
"Yes, Mr. Malfoy. Thank you." I smiled at the man who gave me a look before dragging Draco away.

"What was that all about?" Harry asked. "What was what all about?" I replied, fastening my pace towards the seats.
"Malfoy inviting you over?" He asked again, a little harsher this time.
I rolled my tongue against my mouth. "We're friends." Harry glared at me. "Just friends?" He asked. "Yes, Harry. Just friends. What's with all the questions?" I sighed in annoyance, taking a seat next to Granger, far away from Harry.

Quidditch World Cups were a lot similar to.. let's say football world cups in the muggle world.
The same type of crowd. Some wooing for a team, the others booing.
There were elves handing out snacks, people screaming, the players cheering the crowd on.
They came flying in the colours of their team.
Viktor Krum. They all shouted his name. He was sort of the Ronaldo of the Wizarding World. He was a role model for children.

I sighed, laying back on my seat. Don't get me wrong, this was fun. It simply wasn't my type of fun.

Back at the tent, Fred and George were fangirling over Krum like little girls.
"There's no one like Krum!" Weasley shouted. "He's like a bird the way he rides the wind." He said as Fred and George hibered around Weasley, in acting birds. "He's more than an athlete." Merlin, he might just love Krum more than Granger.
"He's an artist!" I scoffed, walking towards him. "I think you're in love, Weaselbee." I chuckled, earning one from Ginny too.
"Shut up." He said.
"Viktor, I love you! Viktor, I do!" The boys said in sing-song as I laughed.

"Sounds like the Irish have got their pride on." I furrowed my brows, looking out at the screams and shouts.
"Stop, stop it!" Arthur said, breaking George and Weasley apart.
What was going on?
"It's not the Irish." He told Fred. "We've got to get out of here. Now." Arthur ran towards Ginny, holding her arm protectively.
I ran out, people were screaming.
There was fire.
Riots.
"Death eaters!" Someone shouted. "Get back to the port key and stay together!" Arthur shouted.
I looked around for Harry before I felt someone's grip on my wrist.
Diggory.

"Come on, Y/n. We've got to go." He shouted, pushing through the crowd.
I ran along side him, my breath getting louder as the sky turned green. Fire. The death eaters were getting closer.
"Harry!" I screamed, "Diggory, let go of me!" I shouted at the boy who only tightened his grip.
He sighed, "Sorry, Y/n. You're my responsibility. I can't."

Oh, my god. Harry.