Redamancy (d.m)

Chapter twenty one-moonlit confessions

"Ladies and gentlemen . . . welcome! Welcome to the final of the four hundred and twenty-second Quidditch World Cup!"

Ludo Bagman's voice boomed through the entire stadium, magically magnified with his wand.

"And now, without further ado, allow me to introduce..the Bulgarian National Team Mascots!"

A roar of approval echoed from the red coloured side of the stadium. I looked down at the field expectantly, wondering what they would bring, and narrowed my eyes at the entrance of a hundred Veela, twirling and prancing around. I shook my head disapprovingly at Hermione, who shared my feelings towards the semi-magical beings. Suddenly, to my left, Harry had shot out of his seat, steadily making his way to the railing. I rolled my eyes, grabbing onto his hood and swiftly yanking him back, which seemed to have snapped him out of it, a look of embarrassment crept onto his face as he sheepishly sat back down. Ron seemed to have been affected as well, absentmindedly tearing his green shamrock to pieces as he watched the Veela.

"You'll be wanting that" Mr. Weasley advised, "once Ireland have had their say"

Then, a loud gasp sounded from the crowd, as leprechauns darted out, soaring above in a pack, magically forming a large rainbow, which disappeared into a shamrock, showering the audience with golden coins.

"And now, ladies and gentleman, kindly welcome-the Bulgarian National Quidditch Team! I give you-Dimitrov! Ivanova!" Scarlet robed players darted out onto the field at the calm of their name, to tumulus cheers from their supporters, "Zograf! Levski! Vulchanov! Volkov! Annnnnnnnd-Krum!"
"That's him, that's him!" Ron said, and I zoomed in on him with my omnioculars

Viktor Krum was a tall, well built man with a permanent scowl and a sunken face.

"Why does he look like he has to constantly fight the urge to throw himself off his broom?" I joked, and ignored Ron's glare.

"And now, please greet-the Irish National Quidditch Team! Presenting...Connolly! Ryan! Troy! Mullet! Moran! Quigley! Annnnnd Lynch!"

Seven green dots flew onto the field, all riding shining firebolts. The four balls were released out of their box, soaring high into the air. The referee blew the whistle, signalling the beginning of the game.

"THEY'RE OFFFFF" Bagman announced, "And it's Mullet! Troy! Moran! Dimitrov! Back to Mullet! Troy! Levski! Moran!"

Each player demonstrated immense levels of skill and experience, darting around the field at record speed, expertly manoeuvring the ball to their teammates, performing impressive stunts and tricks,which were all magnified and identified on a large screen. It wasn't long before a Ireland chaser made the first score, putting them in the lead by ten points. The Veela grew increasingly aggressive with each successful shot from Ireland, getting the point where cheering could barely be heard through their shrieks, leading then to be kicked off the field.

"Look at Lynch" Harry exclaimed, and I hastily brought my omnioculars to my eyes, focusing on the two seekers, speeding towards the snitch
"He's seen the snitch!" I realized, "they both have!"
"They're going to crash" Hermione yelled,as they hurtled towards the ground, hands grasping at the air
"They're not" I said, "Lynch is!"

And I was right, at the last second, Krum pulled his broom upwards, narrowly missing collision, however Lynch was not fast enough. He crashed into the field, to a collection of gasps and "ooo"s from the crowd. The scoreboard flashed BULGARIA 160 IRELAND 170

"IRELAND WINS!" Bagman screamed, realising the situation, "KRUM GETS THE SNITCH, BUT IRELAND WINS"

"Vell, ve fought bravely" the minister of Bulgaria said disappointedly from the row behind us
"You-you can speak English?!" Fudge said, bewildered
"It vous very funny" he said shrugging, then turned to me, speaking in Bulgarian, "thank you for your loyalty, young lady, Bulgaria is always welcome to you"

I smiled, and thanked him in the language I was suddenly very grateful to have learned.

We were caught in the steady stream of people exiting the stadium, cheering in celebration. The energy from the match meant that everyone was wide awake even when we made it back to our tent. Mr. Weasley prepared us all cups of piping hot cocoa, which we clutched close, warming up our hands as we sang and laughed into the night. When we had emptied our cups, Mr. Weasley insisted that it was time for bed. A head suddenly darted into the tent, a goofy smile appearing when he caught sight of me. I looked around, making sure no one was still in the kitchen, before creeping over to the tent opening and stepping outside.

"Cedric what are you doing?" I laughed, hugging him tightly
"Let's go for a walk, (y/n)" he said, tucking a stray strand of hair behind my dark his hand resting on my cheek
"I'm supposed to be in bed" I said to him, wanting to tease him a bit
"I'll make it worth your time, I promise" he argued, and I smiled and nodded.

He took my hand delicately in his, entangling his fingers with mine as he lead me away from the tent, towards the cluster of trees that lead up a hill. We walked in comfortable silence, enjoying each other's presence. After a couple of minutes, the trees cleared, leaving a grassy field littered with dozens of different kinds of flowers. The light from the moon illuminated our surroundings as I laid down with him, placing my head on his chest, his steady breathing calming me.

"It's so beautiful here" I said breathlessly
"I told you it'd be worth it" he replied lightheartedly and I chuckled, gazing at the star studded sky.
"What are you thinking about?" He spoke after a while
"They look different tonight, Ced. The stars."
"What'd you mean?"
"I've always looked at stars with bitterness. When I'd be up all night wondering why my life had to be such a fucking damnation, I'd see the stars and count them. Thought I'd help take my mind off things, but they never did. Instead they just became sort of a reminder, you know? Of everything that's hurt me. But tonight, I don't see any of that. You've changed that."

Cedric p.o.v.
I stared at her features with intense emotion, studying every inch of her expression as she spoke, pouring her secrets to me. I squeezed her small hands, wondering what the hell I had done to deserve her. Out of all the boys in the world, I was the one she was telling this to. I was overcome with a desire to protect her, even though I knew she could more than taken care of herself, I just wanted to hold her in my arms, knowing she'd be safe, knowing no one could ever hurt her. She lifted her mesmerisingly bright eyes to meet mine, staring up at me through her long black lashes

"Thank you, Ced" she said quietly, the corners of her lips drawing up into a smile

God I love her smile.

"Anything for you, (y/n)" I said, truly meaning it-I didn't even care that I'd only known her for a year, I knew I'd do anything she wanted me to, without any hesitation.
"(Y/n)?" I said after she had closed her eyelids, not wanting to wake her up if she was asleep. She didn't respond, and I sighed quietly, watching her peaceful figure curled into my arms, her pink lips parted slightly, her slow breaths grazing my skin.

"I love you, (y/n)" I muttered