Chapter 8
To Emerson's complete and utter dismay, nothing actually happened between Olivia and George on the night of the Hufflepuff party. The day after, when Olivia told her about the flirting, constant inside jokes and the physical touching between the two of them, Emerson expected for the story to end with the happy fairy tale ending where the two of them finally admitted their feelings to one another. When it did not however, she realised that Olivia and George were both as stubborn as each other. Neither of them wanted to take the next step, in fear of rejection. Since they were still caught up in this awkward type of friendship where they clearly liked each other, it was frustrating that neither party wanted to actually act on it. They were both so apprehensive of the possibility that their love may be unrequited, even though it clearly wasn't to everyone else around them. It was like trying to force together two opposite ends of a magnet which can never fully connect until one gives up and turns around.
One positive thing since the party was that they were beginning to spend more time together, whether it was on their own or with Fred and Emerson. Fred and Emerson remained silent about their situation when they were all together in person, but neither of them could believe how blind and ignorant the other two seemed to be in terms of their feelings for each other.
Speaking of Fred, Emerson was starting to grow accustomed to spending time around him. She was grateful that he didn't try to flirt with her or make any charming moves on her, even when he walked her to the Ravenclaw Tower on the night of the Hufflepuff party. He actually admitted to her that he liked someone else, making her feel relieved. He was a great person to talk with, even when she did not particularly feel like talking, because he did not treat her any differently. He treated her so normally, as he would with any other friend who was not going through the worst feelings of loss in her life.
The Professors at Hogwarts were beginning to pile up the load of homework for the Fifth-Years in preparation for the O.W.L.s While it was keeping Emerson's mind busy for the most part of the day, it did nothing to tire her out so that she could sleep properly at night.
She was still having dreadful nightmares every single time that she closed her eyes. Her sleep was plagued with the most vicious images involving Cedric's death. She shifted around on her mattress, the blankets shuffling off her shoulders while her subconscious attempted to wake her up, but failed every time. She re-watched him die every single time, waking up straight after. Her subconscious was intentionally trying to ruin her, because it never woke her up before he died in front of her.
Some nights, due to a mixture of sheer exhaustion and sadness, she lay on her bed and cried for many hours until the early morning, thinking about how much she missed Cedric.
She was sick of having the constant ache in her heart, that never truly went away. And, it probably never would because what happened to Cedric was irreversible. He was the reason why the ache was there, and the only way to cure it was for him to come back to her.
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Perfectly Wrong (Mattheo Riddle)
FanfictionEmerson Wilmore was an exemplary Ravenclaw student, known for her unwavering dedication to academics and an unyielding moral compass. However, things took a twisted and deviated turn in her life after her boyfriend, Cedric Diggory, was murdered by L...