Ella ○ Harry Potter

Thirty One: Let Me Feel My Oats

"What are you eating?"

"Oatmeal porridge?" Ella replied uncertainly, not understanding the reason Cedric was so hesitant in his question.

"Well..." Cedric sat down by her. "Why? You always binge on chocolate."

"I wanted to feel my oats a bit this morning," she shrugged, and glanced around. The great hall was pretty much empty, and she once more wondered if Cedric had an obsessive need to be early. "Oh, good morning," she greeted, remembering how he would always greet his family good morning, and how sweet she found it.

"Good morning sweetie," he kissed her cheek. "You never say those words, you groan something out."

"But I like it when you way good morning."

"You rippin' me off?" he gasped, and she shoved him gently.

"I'd like to rip something off," she replied with a wink, and he laughed. "Kidding--"

"Are you?"

"But Snape's taking me on a date tonight, so I wanna be really hot for the night."

"Babe, that's ridiculous. You're too ugly for him to ever glance your way."

"And here I thought you might tell me I'm already perfect."

"Why would I lie to you? I love you," he said simply as he grabbed a plate and started filling it up with omelette. 

"I love you too, Ced," she grinned, kissing his cheek.  "How was your first night as a sixth year?"

"Not as eventful as your first night as a fourth year." He grinned. "Detention for a whole year?"

"Snape can't live without me," she shrugged. "Either that, or he really really hates me," she mused. "Are you gonna put your name in for the tournament?"

"I don't know," Cedric admitted. "Everyone seems to think I should, and I see the appeal, but I also see the appeal of watching it from the stands with you," Ella grinned at him, and squeezed his hand. "But I also really do see the apeal of taking part of it."

"I'd rather you cuddling me," she grinned, "but, I mean, if you're gonna fight like a dragon... Well, it's really sexy."

"Almost dying is sexy?" he wondered, chuckling.

"Yes, but only if you survive. If you don't I'm gonna like, break up with you or something."

"Let me get this straight," Cedric put down his fork. "If I die while fighting dragons, then you will break up with me. If I survive and look like hell?"

"Well, of course I won't leave you!" she informed, "if you're gonna be a walking burn, I can't break up with you, you know?"

"I don't, not with you," he grinned. "But you know what? I think that whatever I'll do with this tournament, I can't think of what you'll say, because then I'll just be too busy with trying to figure out what you mean."

"I always say what I mean though."

"But you're never clear."

"Aight, I'mma head out," Ella announced, "I can't deal with all of your riddles."

Cedric tilted his head as she walked out with a the bowl of porridge in her hands. 

"I got myself into a really weird relationship," he mumbled to himself. "Didn't even grab her timetable."

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"YOU GET ALONG WITH THE BLOODY BLAST-ENDED SKREWTS, ELLA!" Ron called out as Ella merrily asked the group why they were so grim.