Harry Potters Twin Book Four

The Perfect Day

Each teacher gave us a bucket load of homework and this is the first time I was reluctant to do it. Cedric wasn't pleased with this.

"You can't just do all your homework last minute," he said, frowing as I told him about how much homework I got.

We were sitting in front of the fire in the Hufflepuff common room, which was yellow with plush armchairs and cute wooden tables. The Hufflepuffs agreed that I could come here but I have to be blindfolded when I walked here and I couldn't hear the password.

It was completely empty, so I took it to my advantage and was now sitting on his lap, my legs wrapped around his waist.

"But then I won't have much time with you," I whined, pouting playfully.

"I could help you with your homework," Cedric smiled crookedly. "We could do it in here."

"Another time then," I signed. "I'm too lazy to go all the way to the Gryffindor common room."

"Tomorrow," Cedric said.

"Sure, sure," I said teasingly, pressing my lips to his for a lingering kiss.

It's been weeks since I told him that I loved him, I still had no response - and I didn't want one. I didn't want one because I didn't know how I would react if he didn't say it back, or how I would react if he did say it back. I pretended that I didn't say it, but I know he still remembered. Every time he looked at me I seen a gleam in his eyes I couldn't quite place, and I knew he was remembering.

Gryffindor Tower was hardly less crowded now than during term-time; it seemed to have shrunk slightly too, as its inhabitants were being so much rowdier than usual. Fred and George had had a great success with their Canary Creams, and for the first couple of days of the holidays, people kept bursting into feather all over the place. Before long, however, all the Gryffindors had learned to treat food anybody else offered them with extreme caution, in case it had a Canary Cream concealed in the center, and George confided to Dani who confided to me that he and Fred were now working on developing something else. I made a mental note never to accept so much as a crisp from Fred and George in future.

Snow was falling thickly upon the castle and its grounds now. The pale blue Beauxbatons carriage looked like a large, chilly, frosted pumpkin next to the iced gingerbread house that was Hagrid's cabin, while the Durmstrang ship's portholes were glazed with ice, the rigging white with frost. The house-elves down in the kitchen were outdoing themselves with a series of rich, warming stews and savoury puddings, and only Fleur Delacour seemed to be able to find anything to complain about.

"It is too 'eavy, all zis 'Ogwarts food," we heard her saying grumpily as Cedric and I left the Great Hall behind her one evening (I was standing protectively close to Cedric, I knew she tried to ask him to the dance using her veela powers).

"I will not fit into my dress robes!"

"Oooh there's a tragedy," I snapped as Fleur went out into the entrance hall. "She really thinks a lot of herself, that one, doesn't she?"

"Who cares?" Cedric said, wrapping his arm around my waist. "At the end of the year she'll be going to Beauxbatons, and we'll be free of her constant complaints."

"Will I see you this summer?" I asked hopefully.

"I already asked my father if I could bring a friend," Cedric grinned. "I was just about to ask you."

"Then the answer is yes," I said, hoping Fleur heard that I was going to Cedric's house during the summer.

I felt warm inside knowing that Cedric knew that we would last as a couple. He had to love me too, or he wouldn't spend this much time with me.