Redamancy (d.m)

Chapter twenty-familiar and unfamiliar faces

Cedric, who had landed upright with Mr. Weasley and Mr.Diggory, held out his hand which I took, using my other hand to prop myself up.

"It's seems you've fallen for me, (y/n)" he mused, smirking at me, and it was my turn to blush
"Shut up, Ced" I murmured, smiling at him before looking around at our new surroundings. We had landed in the middle of what looked like a grassy field, and a grumpy looking wizard who pointed us in the direction of our campsite.

"Diggory...second field...ask for Mr Payne"

I frowned, we were in different fields. Seeming to read my thoughts, he slipped his hand in mine

"It's alright" he said, "I'll see you at the game, okay"
"See you there, Ced" I replied, brushing my lips to his quickly, not wanting to display too much PDA in front of my friends and his dad. Walking away from him, I joined Hermione who smiled widely, having witnessed the entire thing. I subtly elbowed her, unable to contain my own childish grin. As Harry helped Mr Weasley through the notions of muggle money, Ron rested his arm on my shoulder, something he liked it do to highlight out height difference

"So...Diggory?"
"Ron..." I said, looking at him with eyes of warning
"Nothing wrong with it, I just didn't expect it. None of us did, really"
"Good, that was the idea"
"How long?"
"Since last year, that day before we got on the train"

He nodded, processing the new information, before speaking again

"He makes you happy, then?"
"Indescribably"
"Then I'm happy for you" he concluded, and I smiled, and hugged him.
"But if he hurts you I'll kill him" I laughed into his shoulder, envisioning the sight of skinny little Ron trying to fight Cedric.

We reached our campsite after passing a handful of tents, some better disguised against muggles than others. I helped set up the fairly ordinary looking tent, and smirked at Harry's naive wary expression at the rather small size of it. I stepping into the tent and he followed, jaw dropping at the magicaly expanded interior, fully equipped with girls and boys bedrooms, a functioning bathroom, living area, and a kitchen, where Ron, unsurprisingly, had taken residence, sifting through the fridge.

"Well then, why don't you four-" Mr. Weasley pointed at me, Hermione, Harry, and Ron, "go get us some water then, and the rest can help gather firewood!"
"But we've got an oven" Ron complained, picking up a kettle
"Just when I thought you couldn't get any lazier, Ronald" I joked, saucepan in hand as we exited the tent, headed for the water tap across the campsite. On our way there, the scenery changed drastically in color, engulfing my eyesight in a grand wave of green.

"Harry! Ron! Hermione! (Y/n)!"

A voice from behind us called out, belonging to a Gryffindor I had a few classes with, but was never particularly fond of after he made my butter beer explode in the common room, trying to impress me with some crude muggle trick. I nodded politely in response to Mrs.Finnigan's inquiry, assuring her we'd be supporting Ireland, and they set off, clearly pleased. After collecting a sufficient amount of water, we headed back, passing many familiar faces along the way. Oliver Wood waved enthusiastically from his tent, Adrian Pucey and I exchanged malicious glares, and I had to be pulled back by Harry and Ron. We saw Ernie a few minutes later, as well as Cho Chang a couple blocks down. I stayed silently as she greeted Harry, knowing my hatred for her was unwarranted and unjustifiable. There was just something off about her, and I didn't trust her.

"Aha! The man of the moment! Ludo!"
"Ahoy there, Arthur!"

I looked up from my plate of half eaten bacon and eggs to peer at the impressionable man in bright, eye catching striped robes, with a slightly crooked nose, courtesy of a bludger during his quidditch days, and round blue eyes, which contained a look of childish glee, making him look like a teenage boy trapped in the body of a middle aged man