Waiting for you // hermione granger x Amelia malfoy

first task prep

THE NEXT MORNING

amelia goes to find cedric. she finds him with his friends near the courtyard

amelia: hey cedric. can we talk?

cedric: of course, amelia

amelia and cedric goes to a little area

cedric: so, what's up amelia

amelia: i need to ask a Favour

cedric: of course, anything

amelia: could you pretend to be my boyfriend?

cedric looks at amelia with a shocked face

cedric: a pretend boyfriend?

amelia: yeah, i told my father that we were dating, i panicked. he doesn't accept me being a lesbian, i have a crush on a girl. but my father doesn't approve of her.

cedric: who's the lucky girl?

amelia: hermione granger.

cedric: yeah, i'll do it

amelia: really??

cedric: of course, you're my friend ames. we may haven't gotten along at first, but your kind and caring. so, I'll do it

amelia: thank you ced. also, about the yule ball, take cho. 

cedric: you sure...

amelia: i'm sure. i wanna go with hermione

cedric: so how does this work

amelia: we have to make it look real. 

cedric: yeah. so, we have to spend a load of time together

amelia: no kissing though.

cedric: how are we meant to make it real if we can't kiss

amelia: you can write me notes, and wrap your arm around my waist, but you might have to be warned, hermione gets jealous

cedric: noted. so, this is official.

amelia walks away winking at cedric and walks to the library.

THIRD PERSON POV 

Harry, fleur, Krum and cedric go to meet with a reporter from the daily prophet they walk to a room where A woman appears in a puff of smoke. She's well-groomed and dressed colorfully.

Rita: What a charismatic quartet. Hello!

We are all standing together in a group of five. She walks over to us and shakes each of our hands.

Rita: I'm Rita Skeeter, I write for the daily prophet. But of course, you know that don't you. It's you we don't know, you're the news. What quirks lurk beneath those rosy cheeks? what mysteries do the muscles mask? does courage lie beneath those curls? In short, what makes a champion tick. Me, myself and I want to know. Not to mention my rabid readers. So, who's feeling up to sharing? Mmm? Shall we start with the youngest. Lovely.

She takes harry by the hand into a closet.

Rita: This is cozy.

harry: It's a broom cupboard.

Rita: you'll feel right at home then. Don't mind if I use the quill, do you?

harry: Oh, no.

Rita: So, harry, here you sit, a mere boy of twelve...

harry: I'm fourteen.

Rita: ...about to compete against four students. Not only vastly more emotionally mature than yourself but have mastered spells that you wouldn't attempt in your dizziest daydreams. Concerned?

harry: I dunno I haven't really thought about it.

Rita: Course you're not just any ordinary boy of twelve are you...

harry: Fourteen.