Never Is Our Always

Parting Ways For Another Year 4

(Minnie pov) (few days later)

"Okay, okay," I giggled as Lee ruffles my hair while we walked down the hall together, "I get it, I swear I do," I told Lee.

"Good grief, I can't believe she did that!" I rolled my eyes and sighed, "bloody bitch."

"She escaped too," I told him.

"I know!" Lee yells, it made me flinch backwards, "sorry, Min, but you know... she hurt you, made you something you're not... it's not right."

"Your mum and dad wouldn't want me in their house, would they?" Lee reluctantly shook his head.

"I can try to convince them to let you stay," he shrugs, "they know you'd never want to be one, because come on... everyone's scared of them."

"And because I was almost killed by both my parents? Yeah, I know." I grumbled, Fred walked past us, grabbing my arm, "bye I guess!" I wave and Lee laughs as he waved and kept walking.

"I need to talk to you," Fred whispered as he started running, I ran with him in confusion.

-

"What's going- Mph!" I giggled as I kissed him back, my back hitting the door of the boys dormitory.

"I just need you," I giggled, lifting my chin up as he roughly kissed me.

"Okay, okay," I touch his chest and he stops to look at me, "at least say hello first, bloody hell."

"Hello my love," he said and I smiled.

"Hi there," I reply before he kissed my lips softly, it lasts for a moment before he grins against my lips.

-

I tied my hair up, laughing as I look at Fred as he buttoned his shirt back up, "you okay?" I ask him.

"Me? I should be asking you," he replies.

"Oh I'm golden," I reply, buttoning my skirt back up, we then look at each other.

"You're so beautiful," he told me, "godric, looking at you just kills me," he walks up and helps button my shirt up for me while I do his tie.

-

"Your attention please?" Hermione and I stopped talking as well as everyone else in the the Great hall.

Dumbledore, who stood up at the staff table. The Great Hall, which in any case had been less noisy than it usually was at the Leaving Feast, became very quiet.

"The end," Dumbledore said, looking around at us, "of another year."

He paused, and his eyes fell upon the Hufflepuff table. Theirs had been the most subdued table before he had gotten to his feet, and theirs were still the saddest and palest faces in the Hall.

"There is much that I would like to say to you all tonight," Dumbledore said, "but I must first acknowledge the loss of a very fine person, who should be sitting here," he gestured toward the Hufflepuffs, "enjoying our feast with us. I would like you all, please, to stand, and raise your glasses, to Cedric Diggory."

We did it, all of us; the benches scraped as everyone in the Hall stood, and raised their goblets, and echoed, in one loud, low, rumbling voice, "Cedric Diggory."

"Cedric was a person who exemplified many of the qualities that distinguish Hufflepuff house," Dumbledore continued. "He was a good and loyal friend, a hard worker, he valued fair play. His death has affected you all, whether you knew him well or not. I think that you have the right, therefore, to know exactly how it came about."