Year 4 Part 15

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I wrapped my legs around his torso whilst he held me under my thighs and we kissed. We kissed like our lives depended on it. Our lips attacking each other, our tongues desperate to taste one another. "Ahem." I snapped my head away from Cedric's to find the source of the noise. I looked over my shoulder to see Amos Diggory, trying to contain a laugh. Cedric grins sheepishly and puts me down.

"Hello Mr Diggory, a pleasure to officially meet you." I laughed, slightly embarrassed.

"And you too my dear, but Cedric has a tournament to win!" Amos replied enthusiastically.

"Dad..." Cedric sighed.

"No he's right Cedders, good luck." I said hugging his torso, tucking my head under his chin.

"I love you." Cedric whispered in my ear.

"I love you too." I whispered back, pushing myself onto my toes and kissing him again on the lips. He kissed back gently. I ran my fingers along his jaw, making him grin into the kiss. Once he pulled away he lent me one of his winning grins and walks towards to champions entrance with his father. I turned and walked towards the stands sitting in between Cho and Michael. Him and Anthony had two streaks of yellow on their faces and held up a big yellow sign that read go Diggory. Poor Harry he really wasn't the Hogwarts favourite. The crowd was alive with cheers and chants. Some Beauxbaton girls had taken it upon themselves to become personal cheerleaders with a little dance and chant to go with it. I looked over at my Slytherin friends, Crabbe had Krum painted onto his cheek and Goyle pumped his fist in the air. Draco looked ridiculously handsome in his black turtle neck and black blazer. Curse him and his perfect bloody build. I hadn't spoken to him since the astronomy tower and I was planning on keeping it that way. Hogwarts had a whole band going whilst Cedric's friends cheered the loudest right behind the trumpets and french horns. I looked down at the field to see Amos Diggory leap out and hold an arm up to Cedric who strode onto the grass, beaming widely at me. I smiled back at him cheering as loud as I could. Next Fleur came out with Madame Maxine and the Beauxbaton cheerleaders grew louder with their French chant. Next Kargaroff and Krum came out closely followed by Dumbledore and Harry. Dumbledore walked towards a podium and stood on it waiting for the crowd to quieten down. He eventually pointed his wand to his neck, making his voice boom across the stadium. 

"Silence!" He shouted. The crowd finally stopped screaming and chanting to listen to the old wizard. "Earlier today, Professor Moody placed the Triwizard cup deep within the maze, only he knows its exact position. Now as Mr Diggory-" Dumbledore is cut off by the deafening roars of the crowd, leaving Cedric with a sheepish grin on his face, "and Mr Potter-" The Gryffindors roared and I heared a distinct boo from some Slytherin's, "are tied for first place, they will be the first to enter the maze. Followed by Mr Krum-" Durmstrang and a few silly Hogwarts girls cheered wildly, "and Miss Delacour." A soft cheer comes from the Beauxbaton girls. "First person to touch the cup, will be the winner!" All three schools burst into cheers at that. "If at any point a contestant would wish to withdraw from the task, he or she need only send up red sparks with their wand. Contestants!" Dumbledore gathers the champions towards him and begins to talk to them in a hushed voice so the crowd may not hear.

"Millie what are you going to do when your boyfriends famous around the wizarding world?" Michael chuckled.

"Probably become a sell out and sell my hair growth potion in Diagon Alley." I giggled, making the rest of my friends laugh. 

"Haven't seen you with a certain Slytherin for a while, are you guys in a fight?" Cho asked, putting an arm around me.

"I guess you could say that." I shrugged nuzzling deeper into her embrace. 

"That certain Slytherin has been burning holes in the back of your head since the beginning of the year." Terry commented from the other side of Cho, smirking slightly. 

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