𝙰𝚗 𝙰𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚃𝚠𝚒𝚜𝚝 ( 𝙷𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚢 𝙿𝚘𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝙻𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚂𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢 )

Chapter 8.

I pick my quill up again and begin writing the same thing I wrote before, without the angry P.S. note. Then place it in my pocket so I can take it to the Owelry later. I glance around the table and see Hermione and Ron talking, while Harry watched me write every single letter, a small part of me was hoping he read what I was writing, while the side of me that's too nice, was hoping he didn't see anything at all.

"Hey, I'll see you tonight. I have to go do something." I made an excuse to Hermione, she gave me a small nod and smile, then I headed towards the door.

"Hi." A tall boy with brownish hair and blonde highlights approached me at the door, he was wearing yellow. A Hufflepuff had jumped from his table to greet me. My hand against the door had lightened up and it closed.

"Hi." I said awkwardly, he looked at the ground then back to my eyes, he smiled gently.

"I know you don't know me. I'm Cedric Diggory." He held his his hand out, I nodded and shook his hand.

"I know who you are." I tried not to be spiteful, knowing he's somehow connected to Harry because prior to the Tournament, they went to a Quidditch game with the Weasleys before school. Are they friends? Do they talk on a regular basis?

"I'm Lucy, Lucy Matthews. It's nice to meet you Cedric." I give him a small smile that I had to pull from the depths of hell.

"I know... I actually had a question to ask you." He rocked on his heels, "I'll walk with you wherever you're going." He said. I granted him permission and he opened the door for me and stepped into the hallway. I began walking, unsure of even where I was actually going. It was an excuse. I didn't expect to be followed.

"What's the question?" I asked, him matching my pace. He bit his lip and chuckled looking down. What does he want?

"Promise not to laugh." He looked up through his blonde lashes, his nervousness humors me.

"Sure." I shrugged.

"I need a date to the ball and..." he started, causing me to stop in my tracks, "I've been watching you for awhile, and I've just never worked up the nerve to speak to you till now?" He questioned himself looking off into the air still chuckling.

"And?"

"Do you want to be my date to the Yule Ball?" He asked hopeful. My jaw fell to the floor involuntarily, once I realized how dumbfounded I looked I pulled myself together and crossed my arms.

"Really?" I asked curiously, he nodded.

"You don't have to if you don't want of cou- " he trailed off.

"No!" I shouted putting a hand up, I blinked a few times pulling my hand back down at my unexpected actions, "I'd love too. That sounds... amazing." I said still shocked a boy just asked me out... to the ball... I planned not attending. That I am now attending.

"I'm actually surprised. You barely know me." He said shocked but filled with obvious excitement.

"Everyone deserves a chance, right?" I gave him a half smirk, while my mind trailed back to Harry. Everyone deserves a chance. Right? I questioned myself.

"Well, now that's out of the way." His deep laugh came through, he held his hand out ahead of us. "Where am I taking you?" He asked.

"Do you want to go with me to the Owelry? I wrote a letter to my dad." I asked curiously, he agreed and walked with me. Once we reached the Owelry he laughed at my reluctance to actually go in there and hand it to an owl so he did it for me. I pinched my nose in Disgust. Poo. Everywhere. I faced out towards the lake leaning against the rail waiting for him to come out. The view is incredible from up here, and the breeze. I closed my eyes and let the wind take my breath away.

"What house were you in?" He chimed in to my right ear, I kept my eyes closed and inhaled the smell of the water.

"Wampus." My hair flew off my shoulders and out of my face.

"The body. A warrior. It makes sense why you were placed in Gryffindor." He said, I opened my eyes and looked over to him. His spiked up front hair was blowing in the wind and his cheeks were turning red.

"I don't know. Sometimes I think the hat was wrong." I frowned, he shook his head biting his lip again.

"The hat is never wrong." He crinkled his nose as a gust of wind smacked him in the face, I laughed at him, "but I wouldn't have been upset if you got placed in Hufflepuff, of course." His laugh became loud again, I smacked his shoulder playfully watching the lake again. His presence wasn't bothering me anymore. I was kind of enjoying it. I wasn't expecting him to be exactly enjoyable, with all the attention he was getting from the school. Everyone was shitting on Harry and cheering on Cedric. I squinted at him.

"Did you start the badge thing? The "Potter Stinks?" On the inside I was worried, I know Harry isn't liking it one bit. I don't like it either. Seamus was wearing one earlier and I wanted to rip it off his robe and throw it in the fire.

"Of course not. I've asked them to stop wearing it. No one listens." He said looking over the stone railing. I'm happy he wasn't the one that started it, I'm not sure I could go with him to the ball if he had.

"So can I ask?" He questioned me. I tilted my head confused, "about you and Potter."

"What about us?" I said mono-toned.

"I didn't pop in the middle of anything, did I?" He grinned, I shook my head sighing.

"I don't think so. No." After I said that I wanted to face palm myself, yes, Lucy, please tell the man you're going to the ball with that you had an interest in someone else 10 seconds prior to this. "He hasn't spoken to me in weeks, and today he ripped The Daily Prophet out of my hand." I rolled my eyes, Cedric cringed.

"I would have too," He tosses his hands in the air in disbelief, "everything she said was a lie of some sort."

"She seems lovely, the lady that interviewed you all." I said sarcastically, remembering the insane amount of flashing lights that hit anytime I saw him or any of the champions in the hallways, she even showed up in our History class to take pictures of Harry because the Professor was sleeping. In every picture Harry was caught off guard and displeased, it was kind of funny to see his expression when it happened.

"Oh, absolutely adoring." He winked placing his elbows back on the railing. He's nothing like I expected him to be.

"You're funny." I said turning to face him, I left one arm on the railing and was bouncing on my heel. He stood up and his tie had managed to come out of his robe and smacked him in the face. I threw my head back in laughter and grabbed his tie, tucking it back into his shirt and tightening it.

"Well, you're not so bad yourself." Cedric flirted, then thanked me for helping his with his tie.

"Of course. We have to keep a Triwizard Champion shipshape, don't we?" I patted his chest, I flicked my eyes up to his, his head was tilted a small bit with a tiny smirk.

"What?" I asked embarrassed.

"You're beautiful." He stated, I tried to hide my smile.

"Stop." I pulled away, he nodded and started laughing.

"Because I'm a gentlemen." He batted flirty eyes at me, "I won't kiss you right now." My heart dropped at the mention of a kiss.

"I don't think you've ever been kissed? Have you?" He smirked again, putting his hands in his pockets of his robe.

"No... I haven't." I could feel the flames rise on my cheeks, I probably looked like an apple right now. Between the cold air and the pretty boy flirting with me. I heard Fred and George call him "Pretty Boy Cedric", I can't say I'll fight them on that right now.

"That's for another time. Perfect setting though." He puts his lips together in a fine line and walks past me, "Lets go before you make us late to our classes." He jokes pointing at my red cheeks, I rubbed them in complete and total embarrassment. I'm considering throwing myself off the railing. I'm sure there are some creatures near Hagrid's place that could enjoy a full meal right now.