tell me you love me (cedric and draco)

four

We can't have any of our long talks anymore. I've never missed you more than now.

"It's not what you think," I say. I am now standing next to Lavender's bed while she looks for something. She's had a smirk on her face ever since she saw the cloak on my bed, not accepting any of my excuses.

I'd found out in the past hour that Hermione accidentally told our room mates that the cloak was Harry's while I was asleep. And since then I have been (unsuccessfully) trying to convince Lavender that Harry and I were not a thing.

Parvati only wore an amused smile on her face, not saying anything directly to me. But I already knew that her and Lavender would probably gossip about it at breakfast with their other friends. Great.

Fuming, I grab Hermione by her arm and drag her down to the Common Room, the cloak in tow. "Ow ow ow ow ow! Okay, that's enough!" Hermione whispers. I let go of her arm and she sits on the couch, wincing.

"I don't understand why you're so mad. Are you embarrassed of Harry or something?"

I let out an angry sigh. "Of course I'm not! I just don't want people to think we're dating since we're not, but then the whole school will think we are, and I really don't need to be caught in that kind of drama right now, especially since I just told Harry last night that I didn't want to be in a relationship, and-"

"You what?" Hermione yells, interrupting mu blabbering and causing a few third years to turn and look at us. I flash the third years a mean look and they turn away.

I sit down next to Hermione and repeat myself. "I told Harry I don't want a relationship."

She ran a hand through her hair. "Why would you do that?" she says in disbelief.

"Because our relationship is platonic! I don't get why you're so upset over this," I scoff. "Is this because of you and Ron? Are you trying to get me and Harry together because you want Ron or something?"

"What? No," she says, but her cheeks fill with red. "I just think you and Harry would be cute together."

I laugh. "Well, Harry and I think you and Ron would be great together."

"What do we think?" Harry asks, coming to sit beside me. He smiles while he flings his arm over the back of the couch, like the night before, his hand resting on my shoulder.

"You guys even look like a couple," Hermione taunts, flicking her wrist at us.

Beside me Harry scoffs and I roll my eyes. "Oi, lay off it, Hermione, would you? We're just best friends," he laughs, giving me a goofy smile, making me laugh too. "But what do we think?"

"We think that Ron should ask Hermione out."

"Oh definitely," Harry says, grinning. Hermione turns crimson and her face sours.

She stands up and says, "you two are completely delusional. Please, tell Ronald I've gone to breakfast," she finishes and walks away.

"Tell him yourself!" Harry shouts after her, and we collapse into laughter. The cloak slides off my lap and I'm reminded of it.

"Mr. Potter, your cloak. Though I must tell you, it has caused me quite a bit of trouble this morning."

"Oh, do tell," he smiles, accepting the cloak from my hands.

"Lavender found it on my bed, Hermione told her it was yours, yadda yadda yadda. Breakfast?" I ask, looking up to him with a smile, starving.

"Breakfast," he repeats, holding out his hand. I take it and he pulls me up. We walk and talk together all the way to the great hall, bumping into each other in the hallway while goofing off. He only separate once we sit down at the Gryffindor table, and even then we're right next to each other.