One More Light (Severus Snape's Love Story)

Chapter 10

It's been awhile after my last update. Hope you enjoyed it.

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They were all gathered in a big hall inside the house. Malcolm Wood III, the owner and also the famous Quiditch player, Oliver Wood's father, was sitting at one end of the long dining table. Members of the order of Phoenix were sitting along the both sides of what it seemed like an endless long table until another end, which Professor Dumbledore was sitting.

They were all being served by many house elves, which one of the guests seemed to be uncomfortable about it. 

"We should stop them from serving us," said Hermione Granger to her boyfriend.

"They are being paid, Hermione. And they happily serve us. It's part of their nature. You have to understand." Oliver explained again for the hundredth of time.

"Let it go, 'Mione," said Ron in full mouth earning a sigh from Ginny who was sitting in front of them. 

Oliver held Hermione's hand and rested on his leg while turning to his right side, "So the journey was smooth?" 

Cedric looked at his food without any appetite to eat at all. He hadn't eaten decent meal for days. Food in Wood's always the best. But he still couldn't eat it.

He nodded dimly.

"Don't be that sad, mate," said Fred.

He let his eyes looked at the twins for few seconds before he turned down to his meal again. His right hand still playing with the food. 

"I'll be in my room."

Oliver stared while he got up and walked away. He then turned to Hermione and whispered to her, "I'll meet you in the room. I want to check on Cedric first."

She nodded, understanding Oliver's concern to his new good friend. 

Cedric hadn't entered his bedroom when Oliver caught up to him. Right in front of his bedroom door, he turned around as Oliver called him up.

"Not now, Ollie," He said, turning around and opened his bedroom door. 

Oliver stopped the door from closing and pushed himself through. 

"What do you expect, Ced?" Oliver asked.

He sat on his bed and he put his face onto his hands, letting his knees supporting both of his elbows. 

Oliver sat on the armchair by the bed after he closed the door.

"She's carrying his child. Whatever her true feeling is, it might clouded by that fact."

"That's the problem!" Cedric yelled while standing up, "A year ago, I thought we're in love."

"It was only a kiss," Oliver argued.

"Not only a kiss. We care for each other. If only those death eaters didn't kidnap her, it might be something. Hell! I still believe we have something."

He collapsed to the floor. 

"You can't dwell in what if. You know that." Oliver reminded his friend, "What we can do now is to support her. And please look at around you. You're hurting Cho by doing this to yourself."

"I told her that I don't have any feelings more than friends." 

"I think she still put hope on you. Can you feel that she's staring at you the whole evening in the dining room?"

"Of course. I'm not blind. I still looked around, you know."

"Then stop with all of this. Forget about Sam. Move on."

He sighed, "Easy to say."

"Well, time will help."

Oliver left Cedric's room and walked to his own bedroom. He opened the door and saw Hermione was standing by the bed, opening the bed cover. She was wearing her dark blue teddy with laces right above her breast. At that moment, he felt joy in his heart. How grateful he felt that his love to Hermione was returned by her love to him. 

"Is Cedric alright?" 

He took off his jumper and trousers, lying on the bed next to her. She snuggled to his arm, feeling comfortable where she belonged.

"He will be."