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What Happens to Us? : Cedric

Come on, it's really not that big of a deal," Cedric reassures, his eyes quickly darting towards you. He runs a hand through his hair, sighing. "Besides, let's think about it. What's the chance I'll even get picked?"

A flash of anger runs through your veins, and you stiffen and stare at the tall boy with eyebrows raised threateningly.

How could he simply enter without telling you?

"Cedric, people die in the Tri-wizard Tournament."

He turns to stare at you again, shocked. You rarely ever call him by his full name - except when you're dead serious.

"(Y/N)," he closes his eyes, "please just give it a break."

"Give it a break? No, I don't think you understand." Your voice rises rapidly, nearly hysteric. "What happens if you die? What happens to me? What - what happens to us?" Your voice drops to a whisper and you cannot stop the sudden cloudiness that swirls in your eyes. "There'll be no us if you die."

You briskly walk away, jerking your hand away from Cedric's grasp, wiping your eyes with the sleeve of your robe. You couldn't think properly, you couldn't speak to him without feeling angry and hurt and scared.

Days passed, and you would avert your gaze when you saw him, unable to fully meet him in the eyes. You were ashamed at how you had snapped at him, but at the same time you couldn't bear to look at him if there was even a chance that he could get picked and your worst fears would come true.

People would ask if you were okay. They were confused at the tension that was clearly spewing between the two of you, it was strange to see either one of you without the other.

To be fair, you didn't know what was happening between the two of you. The both of you hadn't had a fight like this in ages, you didn't know what to do about it. You didn't know if Cedric wanted to see you again, you didn't know if he'd be furious at you.

But most of all, you were simply hurt he hadn't told you in the first place. Perhaps the two of you weren't that close in the first place.

It happened one day, when you were returning to the Hufflepuff Common Room. You were sitting on the couch, staring at the burning fireplace that spewed sparks of ash and ember around in the hazy smoke.

Cedric sat next to you, a clear barrier of space in between the two of you. It was a while until any of you spoke, but when he did, you merely felt relief course through your body.

"(Y/N), I understand that you're mad at me," he begins, looking at you softly, "but can you tell me why?" He bites his lip, fiddling with his fingers.

Your lips tremble and you stare at him, losing yourself in his eyes that undulate in waves of copper and amber. You don't want to lose him.

"I'm scared, Cedric. I don't want anything to happen to you."

His hands come to squeeze yours. "I'm not going anywhere. I care too much about you to risk my life." He looks carefully at you, gauging your expression. "Professor Dumbledore's going to be watching, and so are the whole lot of the staff. If anything dangerous is happening they'll stop it."

You nod blindly, still shaking.

"I'll tell you what. If anything seems off, if it becomes too much, I'll drop out. Okay?"

You reach towards him, your face wrinkling. "Just be careful, okay?"

Cedric wraps you in a hug, squeezing you gently. "Love you."

You sniff, closing your eyes. "Love you too."