Red or Yellow (a George Weasley fanfic)

Ch. 3 Faces change

It is almost the end of the summer. Wow that went by quickly. I wonder why hmm maybe BECAUSE I WAS IN A COMA FOR HALF THE FRIKEN SUMMER. It's okay I'm calm I'm okay.

Well anyway soon my father and I will be attending the Quidditch World Cup! I'm so excited to meet my fathers old friend from the ministry and after that we get to watch from the ministers box. How exciting! I believe my fathers friends name was Amos Diggory. Something like that. I also hear he has a son. Gosh I hope he's cute!

"Mon chéri are you all packed!" My father yelled from down stairs.

"Oui! Papa I will be down in a minute!" I called back shoving my last minute things into my rucksack.

With my rucksack in hand I began running down to the stairs throwing the sack over my shoulder. When I finally made it to the staircase I froze. I couldn't bring my self to take another step. Ever since the accident I kinda developed a fear of stairs. I know it sounds ridiculous but they scare the crap out of me.

So like the child I am I sat down and began to bum scooch down step by step. When I finally made it to the bottom my father had an amused look on his face.

"Clarissa, sooner or later you are going to 'ave to walk down zee steps." My father states trying to hold back his laugh.

" Je sais. It is just really hard. I can't 'elp but zink I will fall." I reply looking up at my father.

"It is going to be okay. 'Ow about we get going. We don't want to be late no." And with that my father sprang into action. He pulled out his wand grabbed my hand and with the flick of his wrist I felt the familiar pulling sensation as we aperated away.

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I landed in the middle of the forist with a thud. Looking around at all the trees I noticed a shadowy figure in one. Giving a glance to my dad and a node upward I began to climb.

As I was almost on the final branch my foot slipped causing me to nearly fall. I mean I should have fell but there was a strong grip on my wrist. Glancing up I saw it or should I say him and there is only one word to use in this situation. Sacré bleu he is hot. I couldn't help, but stiar.

"Are you going to stare at me all day or are you going to finish climbing? Or maybe I could just let go." He asked with a cocky smile on his face.

Wow that's a first. I have yet to meet someone who doesn't just gawk at me. This boy is something else that's for sure. Wait what did he say again. IS HE GONNA DROP ME!

Slightly panicked I shake my previous thoughts out of my head and I grabbed the nearest branch with my free hand to pull myself up.

"So, what are you doing up in zee tree?" I asked the boy. No that's not enough. The ruggedly handsome boy. Yes much better.

"Oh, French. That's cute." He replied blatantly ignoring my question. Wait did he just call me cute.

"Oui. Now could you answer my question please."

"I'm Cedric by the way. Cedric Diggory." He stated finally releasing my hand.

Is he just going to ignore my question. That is very rude. I can't believe this boy. The cockyness.

I just scawold at him not saying anything.

"Oh fisty are we. Well what is your name?" He crocked he's eyebrow at me still with that stupid smirk.

"Clarissa Abel Madeleine Dubois." I stated turning my face away to look out. I didn't want to face his smirk any longer.

I heard a defeated sigh beside me followed by Cedric's voice.

"I just like the view" I snapped my head back to face him a confused expression on my face.

"I am sorry, but I do not understand."

"You asked me what I was doing up here. I answered. You know your even cuter when your confused." This time he genuinely smiled and man did he have a cute smile.

"Well I guess it is a good zing I am always confused." Did I seriously just say that what is wrong with me.

"Hm I guess it is." He said between chuckles.

He laughed I made him laugh! Okay seriously what is going on with me today.

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"So, what's France like?" Cedric asked awkwardly; breaking our uncomfortable silence.

"It is nice. Depends on where you are from I suppose." I just shrugged.

"Oh I see."

"What do you see?" I began looking around.

"No I don't mean literally. It's a figure of speech."

"Oh. Zat makes sense. So what is it you "see"?" I asked making air quotes as I speak.

"You don't like it there." He elbowed me in the side sending sparks through my body; causing me to blush, and look away. Seriously what is wrong with me today.

"No. I would not say zat it is just zat. Well you see..."

"Hey it's okay if you don't want to talk about it." He simply stated cutting me off. Normally I'd find that rude, but I don't think he meant to be rude.

"Zank you. It is just zat when my Mozer died we moved away from France, but ever since we moved back without 'er it just does not feel right." I don't normally open up to people, but there was just something about him.

"Hey. I know how it feels to loose your mum. I lost mine when I was about five. Home just isn't home without her."

Without thinking I grabbed his hand in an attempt to comfort him. Once again sparks shot up my arm. I went to pull my hand away when he held on tighter. I looked up at him in shock for a moment and we just stared into each other's eyes; finding comfort from being around each other.

I heard a snap of a twig bringing my attention away form Cedric. Looking down at the forest floor that's when I saw it.

The dazzling red hair.

My mind was racing trying to put a face to that hair, but I couldn't think of anything.

That's when I realized he was the thing missing from my memory.

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