Only Mine (A Draco Malfoy Fanfic)

8. The Champion

"The Hogwarts champion... Cedric Diggory!"

We had all burst into cheers when Dumbledor had read Cedric's name earlier this evening. Stella, Milo, and I applauded vigorously, patting him on the back.

It was now Friday night and we were having a party in the Hufflepuff common room to celebrate Cedric being chosen to compete in the tournament.

We hadn't invited Harry and his friends... Not after what happened....

The whispers had spread fast when Dumbledor said his name. No one knew what had happened, how his name was entered and shot out of that goblet. "He cheated", everyone was saying. I don't know how this would be possible. If Fred and George hadn't been able to trick the age line then how could Harry have? If he got someone else to do it for him?

Everyone was still a bit on edge - annoyed, pissed off. But Stella had insisted on throwing a party for our friend, and although Cedric resisted at first, she finally broke him down, calling him a "sodding boring goody-two shoes no-fun pratt".

Most all of Hufflepuff house had shown up in the common room, it was livelier than ever. I now saw how popular Cedric really was, so many people from other houses had congratulated him on the way back to the common room.

Girls were crowded around Cedric all trying to get his attention.

"Better get used to that," Delia said, standing next to me pointing her drink at the sight.

We were off to the side of the common room, by the alcohol table, apparently Stella's favorite spot at a party.

"Does this happen often?" I ask, watching a girl wrap her arm around Cedric's and pull him down to whisper in his ear.

"What, Diggory's groupies? They swarm after every quidditch game, although tonight it feels like they've multiplied." Stella spits, taking another big swig from her drink.

"I'm just glad that you're not all over him." She utters almost nonchalantly.

"Yeah right! I told you there's nothing going on between us...." I stammer.

"Okayyyyyyy," she sings.

"How about you, have you ever thought of him in that way?" I ask her inquisitively.

"HAH, no, of course not! He's really not my type." She audibly laughs.

"What is your type then?"

"Girls. Mostly..... I find men repulsing, and I can never quite stand it when I happen to find one of them to be attractive.... Yet I do... I guess it's a curse," she gushes. I giggle slightly.

"On an unrelated note, because Merlin knows I would never fancy him either but, have you seen Milo? I was sure he'd be down here by now, he never misses out on a party." Stella questioned, a hint of concern in her voice.

I hadn't seen him. When we got back from the great hall after the announcements Milo had gone straight to his room saying he wasn't feeling well. We'd knocked on his door earlier to tell him about the party, and he said he might come down later.

"That is odd. No, I haven't," I reply, scanning the room.

"Maybe I'll go check on him. I'll be back in a bit." She strides off, drink in hand towards the boys droms.

Cedric had been looking for Milo too earlier in the night - before the swarm overtook him.

To be honest I hadn't been paying all that much attention to the party, the same drink had been mulling in my hand the entire night, sipping occasionally. My eyes had been watching the clock.