You Know I Love You, Right? (Cedric Diggory x Reader)

Chapter 5

A/N: Sorry it's taken me so long to update!  I've been really busy with school, but I have a lot of chapters done already.  Before I publish a chapter I check it from grammar/spelling errors, which takes a lot of time.  If it doesn't bother you that it has errors let me know in the comments and I'll be able to upload chapters faster.  Thank you!

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The next day went as usual. Draco and I didn't talk much during Transfiguration, nothing more than the, 'Can I borrow a quill' or 'Can I see your notes for a second?' It was hard to focus during class that day, everyone seemed a bit on edge, our minds racing as we wondered who would be picked to represent our school in the Triwizard tournament.  I was put at ease when a student explained to me that the three champions would be chosen from each school, meaning that Hogwarts would only have one champion.  Cedric had such a low chance of being picked, I had no reason to worry at all.

In the evening the students congregated in the Great Hall, excited spirits filling up the room.  A very anxious Cedric Diggory sat right next to me, his hands trembling with fear as Dumbledore made his way to the Goblet of Fire.

I took his hand, he seemed quite appalled by my friendly action, but I could tell that it calmed his senses.  Hand in hand we eagerly waited for Dumbledore to pull the first name from the goblet.

The goblet glowed, turning the room blue as a small piece of paper flew across the great hall and gracefully made its way into Dumbledore's palm.  I squeezed Cedric's hand as tight as possible, trying to hide the fact that I was praying that his name wouldn't be called.

Dumbledore's lips opened slowly, his breath made the paper flutter.  As I watched him it felt like time was moving so slowly, that I noticed every little crinkle and crack on the little paper that Dumbledore held.  I wished now more than ever that I would have never let Cedric convince me to let him do this, and my worst nightmare came true when I heard Dumbledore shout-

"Cedric Diggory!"

I felt dizzy all of a sudden, and I had the sudden urge to throw up all over the Great Hall.  Cedric tugged his hand out of mine, I was too nauseous to notice that I had forgotten to relax my grip.  I saw him energetically walk over to Dumbledore with the biggest grin on his face.  He looked towards me and I couldn't even bring myself to pretend to be happy, in fact the only thing I felt was sick, really, really sick.

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The next thing I knew I was in the infirmary.  At first I couldn't recall what had happened to me before I arrived, and then the terrible realization came to me.

Cedric Diggory was a Triwizard Champion.

And to make matters worse, I had broken my promise with him.  I told him I'd be there for him, that I would be his number one supporter- instead I fainted as soon as he got picked.  I felt just awful.  Cedric didn't deserve a friend like me, I highly doubted that he would've passed out if it would've been me getting chosen to participate in the tournament.

Madame Pomfrey came inside, seeing as I was awake and well she sent me off.  I didn't really know where to go from there, although I had gotten plenty of sleep I was still very weak and tired.  As much as I wanted to, I didn't have the energy to apologize to Cedric, let alone explain what had happened to him.  I knew I would get bombarded with questions such as 'Are you sure you're alright?' and 'You don't think you're sick do you?'  I knew he was just looking out for me, but I was not in the mood to deal with any of that.

I decided it was best not to go to the Hufflepuff common room at all, as I'm sure they would be just as nosy as Cedric, and I have less patience with them than with him.  I guess it's a bit narcissistic of me to assume I would be the talk of the school, I'm sure they were all gossiping about the Champions that were chosen, but I still did not want to risk the chance of losing my temper with my fellow peers.