A Promise To Forever...(Cedric Diggory x reader)

Chapter 19

"You should write a book, translating mad things girls do so boys can understand them," Ron said, finally looking away from his potatoes.

"Yeah," said Harry

"You would know if you paid attention," I said, shrugging.

"You are one to speak,"

"What do you mean, Potter!?" I said, dramatically exaggerating the 'Potter'.

He chuckled, "Well, you have the attention span of a frog"

"Tell me now, Harry, have you ever known the attention span of a frog? And you, Mr Harry James Potter, have no rights to speak about my obliviousness."

"And why is that not?"

"Because you are the most oblivious thing I have ever seen in my whole life,"

"Same goes for you from my perspective,"

"OK, shut it, you two," (BF/N) said and Ron, Ginny and Hermione nodded in agreement, "Both of you are the most oblivious things in the world, happy now?"

Harry and I exclaimed incoherent disapproval.

"Come on, Ginny's not bad," said George fairly, as he sat discussing quidditch, "Actually, I dunno how she got so good, seeing how we never let her play with us. . ."

"She's been breaking into your broom shed in the garden since the age of six and taking each of your brooms out in turn when you weren't looking," said Hermione.

I smirked, "That's what she says but what she actually means is that: the lot of you were such jerks and karma has now got you,"

"That too, but not exactly," Hermione added.

Fred and George scoffed, "You don't know how much great brothers we are. Honestly, we are the best brothers anyone could have,"

"Um, nah, mine is the best,"

"Ah, I forgot you had one,"

"Well, what do you remember,"

"The one time we had aimed the snowballs right at your face,"

"The keyword being 'one time',"

"Good catch," Harry said to Ginny, after the quidditch match.

"I was lucky," she shrugged. "It wasn't a very fast Snitch and Summerby's got a cold, he sneezed and closed his eyes at exactly the wrong moment. Anyway, once you're back on the team -"

"Ginny, I've got a lifelong ban."

"You're banned as long as Umbridge is in the school. There's a difference. Anyway, once you're back, I think I'll try out for Chaser. Angelina and Alicia are both leaving next year and I prefer goal-scoring to Seeking anyway."

"See! Now, isn't that great!? Sassy, smart, athletic. Everything you would need in a girl, Potter," I said, nudging Harry.

"Well, why don't you date her?"

"Trust me, Pod, I just might if it wasn't for you know, the love of my life...and, well, you,"

"Me!?"

"Shut it, Bambi!"

"What the f-!?"

"Shut. It!" I said and added, "I mean if you don't like Bambi, I have Prongslet,"

Harry scrunched his face and shook his head. "OK, then. Haz?"

"No,"

"Hari,"

"No,"

"Pottah!"

"No!"

"HP,"

"No,"

"Harry freaking Potter!"

"You aren't gonna go around the corridors calling me "Harry freaking potter" are you?" Harry asked, looking at me incredulously.

I shrugged, "I mean it's cool,"

"Oh good Godric," Harry muttered, rolling his eyes.

"What is going on here?" said Umbridge watching the letters strewn across the Gryffindor table. Letters of appreciation for Harry's interview with the Quibbler.

"Why have you got all these letters, Mr Potter?" she asked.

"Is that a crime now?" said Fred loudly. "Getting mail?"

I looked down and muffled my giggles.

"Be careful, Mr Weasley, or I shall have to put you in detention," said Umbridge. "Well, Mr Potter?"

"People have written to me because I gave an interview," said Harry. "About what happened to me last June."

"An interview?" repeated Umbridge, in an even high pitched voice than usual, "By any chance are you Ms (L/N) involved in this?"

"Nope," I raised my hands in the air.

She stared coldly at me as I smirked, "5 points from Gryffindor,"

"Oh, come on," I groaned, along with loads of students at the table, raising voices of utmost disapproval and anger, "Is answering a problem too!?"

She blatantly ignored me, "What do you mean, Potter?"

"I mean a reporter asked me questions and I answered them. Here -"

Harry threw a copy of Quibbler at her.