Something's Wrong (Cedric x reader)

Part 1

On the day that the students from Beauxbatons and Durmstrang arrived, the goblet of fire was revealed and we were told that all students of age were now allowed to place their name in the goblet during any point this week. Of course, a few hours later, Cedric and I were hanging out the courtyard when he began to talk about entering again.

"I think I'll do it tomorrow." He informed me.

"Cedric." I whined.

"What? Come on, tell me you're not still against me entering."

"Well..."

"Really? Why? Why are you so opposed to me doing this? You told me yourself that you think I could win. Eternal glory, Y/N, come on! Tell me why."

I love you.

"I don't want to be sitting in the stands and watch you get hurt. I just..." Love you.

I sighed, "I'm just scared."

"You don't have to be, okay? I'll fine."

"I know." I admitted. "It doesn't make me any less scared though."

The next day, he and I, along with a few other friends, were running into the great hall to watch Cedric put his name in the goblet of fire. A few of the guys pushed Ced towards the circle, all of us laughing, excited for Cedric. I couldn't tell what I was feeling. The energy was all happy, but watching him put his little slip of paper into the fire was like watching my last little bit of hope that he wouldn't do this burn away with his name.

Soon enough, the night the champions were to be selected came along. I was incredibly nervous. I knew that Cedric was by far the most qualified to be the champion. Sadly, I was right. Beaming, Cedric looked at me and stood up when his name was called out. I smiled up at him, but I knew that he could see right through me. Nonetheless, he made his way up to the front of the room, took the piece of paper with his name on it from Dumbledore and went through the back door that lead to the trophy room.

After the whole thing about Harry Potter's name being shot out of the cup, I was on my way back to my common room. I turned a corner and spotted Cedric with a group of friends. I began to walk towards him and he caught my eye, pulling away from his friends and also walking in my direction.

"Hey, I know you don't-"

I cut him off by wrapping my arms around him in a tight hug. We stayed like that for a little bit. I finally pulled away and looked up at him.

"I'm sorry. I'm still so scared for you and I'm nervous and I'm probably not going to get over that, but I know you can do this." I told him.

"Good, 'cause I need you to be there cheering me on." He smiled down at me.

"Well, I don't know. I mean, Harry Potter is competing against you. I might end up cheering for the boy who lived instead." I joked.

"You better not. How would I focus if I knew my best friend was rooting for some other guy." He laughed.

I did end up rooting for Harry a little bit. Especially after he told Ced about the first task. Of course when I was told about the dragons, I flipped out. How did they expect a bunch of seventeen year olds (and a fourteen year old) to fight a fucking dragon? The weeks leading up to the first task were filled with Cedric and I spending a lot of time in the library, researching ways to defend yourself against this particular beast.

The first task came around and I was scared to death. Cedric was up first which made me kinda happy that he would get this over with right away. The entire time he was out there, I was a nervous wreck. I was relieved when Cedric grabbed the golden egg from the center of the rocky arena. Later on, he told me that he could hear my cheers from his place on the ground.

The year actually went by faster than I expected it too. It was all a blur of nerves and studying for N.E.W.T.S. By the last task, I was a little more relaxed. Cedric had done really well in the last two and I figured that this one would be difficult, but it didn't look like it was any more dangerous than a protective dragon. I entered the stands alone, looking for a seat next to somebody that I knew. I found a spot next to Hermione Granger. She and weren't exactly friends, but we had studied together before. Besides, we were going through the exact same thing right now. We were watching our best friends go into a death maze. She seemed to get that when I asked if the spot next to her was taken.

The music was all happy and upbeat, but to me it didn't make sense. Were Hermione and I the only two who were scared? This maze was dangerous. Our friends were going in there. I looked down into the group of champions, who were just spreading out after Dumbledore finished talking to them. Cedric was staring right back at me. He smiled at me from next to his father, I took a shaky breath and smiled back although it was probably pretty weak. That was when the cannon went off, signaling for Cedric to enter the maze. He looked a bit nervous (which did not help the way I felt) as he turned and walked into the tall hedge. I took another deep breath as it closed behind him. Over the next few minutes, the other champions entered the maze. Hermione had the same look on her face as I did when Harry disappeared. We were both completely silent for a few minutes while everyone around us was taken up in exciting conversation about who they thought was going to win.

"It's going to be okay." Hermione said after a while. "It has to be. They wouldn't let anything happen to them."

"Are you sure about that?" I said as we watched red sparks fly up into the air from somewhere in the depths of the maze. I almost wanted it to be Cedric, at least then he would be pulled out of the competition. But it wasn't. It was Fleur. She looked tired and was covered in dirt and scratches. As it something had been dragging her across the ground. Hermione and I exchanged worried glances.

A little while later, Krum was taken out of the maze. I thought I was going to be sick, I was so scared. Turns out, I had reason to be. When we saw two figures appear in front of us, it was obvious that they were Harry and Cedric. The red and yellow uniforms gave that away. It was also obvious (to me at least) that something was wrong. Everyone began to cheer, including Hermione. She grabbed my shoulder, expecting me celebrate with her. I couldn't tear my eyes away from the two boys. When Hermione followed my gaze back to them, she saw it two. Something was wrong. They weren't celebrating. Sobs were visibly racking through Harry's body, although we couldn't hear them from the stands. He was refusing to get up and Cedric wasn't moving.

I saw Cedric's father run down towards his son and start crying as well, but I couldn't hear it. It didn't matter that the music had stopped or that the crowd was silent, I still couldn't hear anything. It was like I couldn't understand what I was hearing or seeing. There was a crowd around my best friend and I was almost glad that I couldn't see him, even though I was moving a bit to see if I could. Eventually, there was a gap in the people and I caught a glimpse of his face. There was no life in it. That's when the tears started. I watched Harry be pulled away from Cedric and I couldn't help but want to take his place. They weren't letting students out of their seats though. When they finally let us get up to leave, they had already moved the body. Hermione led me back to my dorm and there I collapsed, sobbing into my blankets. Very few thoughts crossed my mind. Cedric is dead. He's gone. I never told him I loved him.

I figure my roommates came in at some point and then left early in the morning. Maybe they didn't. Maybe they stayed out to give me space. All I know is that at some point I fell asleep and woke up to an empty room. I didn't leave that empty room for the next few days. My roommates did eventually come back, but they didn't say anything to me. I didn't want them to.

About three days later, one of them told me there was going to be a memorial for Cedric. I got up and absent mindedly got dressed. I walked down to the great hall and took a seat in the back. I guess I was early because the hall was almost empty. Slowly, people began to file in. All I could do was watch them come in and imagine that one of them would be him. That he would walk in and sit down next to me and that we would start joking around and eating because this was simply the End of Term feast. But it wasn't. And he didn't show up.