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Hazel's P.O.V.

I woke up with a grumbling stomach. I groaned and checked the time. 10:27 p.m. That stupid spew talk with Hermione made me over tired. I tried to go back sleep but failed miserably and stood up, putting on my shoes and shuffling to the kitchen without being caught. I grumpily tickled the pear, causing it to giggle loudly, and stepped inside. Surprisingly the elves were still awake. Tinkey came up to me.

"Hello, Ms. Rosewood! Is there anything Tinkey can get you?",

"Just a sandwich please Tinkey." She nodded and scurried off. I put my hands on my hips stretching my back by bending back. Something in my pocket made a crinkling sound. I pulled it out of my sweatpants. It was that reminder Hermione gave me.

I opened the note and read it while humming. Hermione wanted me to get some Slytherin pureblood signatures. Like that was going to end well.

I yawned and stretched as Tinkey came out with my sandwich.

"Thank you, Tinkey. While I'm here, do you like working in the Hogwarts kitchen?"

"Tinkey loves working here! Master Dumbledore is so nice to all of us!"

"That's wonderful. Tell that to my friend Hermione Granger. She started an organization called" I deepened my voice. "Society for the Promotion of Elfish Welfare" I brought my voice back to normal. "Or in my terms spew. See, she wants me to get pureblood signatures from the Slytherin which we all know is not going to happen. I mean if she really wants to start spew with signatures she should get the champions to sign it. Fleur is a part Veela, Viktor is a professional 18-year-old Quidditch player, Harry is the Boy Who Lived, and Pretty Boy... he's the school heartthrob right?"

"I hope your right. Not a bad title really." I whipped around. Cedric was standing in the room with an eyebrow raised. How long was he standing there? How much did he hear?  Oh shit! Oh, Merlin. Why is he here anyway? He's a prefect right.

"Right, you're a prefect," I said finishing with a sigh.

I stuck my last bit of sandwich in my mouth and handed Tinkey the plate.

"Thank you, Tinkey. Always delicious."

Tinkey smiled. "Tinkey is glad Ms. Rosewood liked it."

I walked up to Cedric. "So are you gonna report this?" I asked looking up at him through my eyelashes.

"You see I could. But I don't want to go through all the trouble. Now go back to bed Hazel. You need sleep."

I rolled my eyes. "Yes, mother."

I kissed Cedric on the cheek and walked back to the dorms. It was easy to fall into a happy sleep.

. . .

Cedric's P.O.V.

I hated doing rounds. I appreciated how Professor Sprout elected me to be the prefect, but these rounds are a killer. I was making it towards the Hufflepuff common room when I heard a high pitched giggle. I peered down the hallway and saw a figure go into the kitchen. Before the door could close I stepped inside. I was about to speak when I realized who was in here. Hazel. A little house elf went up to her.

"Hello, Ms. Rosewood! Is there anything Tinkey can get you?"

"Just a sandwich please Tinkey." She replied.

The house elf, Tinkey, nodded and scurried off. Hazel put her hands on her hips, stretching her back by bending back when something in her pocket made a crinkling sound. She pulled it out of her sweatpant pocket. She opened the note and read it as she hummed beautifully. Her voice was so beautiful and on pitch. I just stayed there listening to the soft tune.

When she finished reading the note, she yawned and stretched causing her shirt to show a strip of bare skin. My eyes skimmed it but I quickly brought it back to her face. Tinkey came out with her sandwich.

"Thank you Tinkey. While I'm here, do you like working in the Hogwarts kitchen?"

Why would she ask that?

"Tinkey loves working here! Master Dumbledore is so nice to all of us!" The elf replied.

"That's wonderful. Tell that to my friend Hermione Granger. She started an organization called" She deepened her voice. "Society for the Promotion of Elfish Welfare" Hazel brought her voice back to the way I like it. "Or in my terms spew. See, she wants me to get pureblood signatures from the Slytherin which we all know is not going to happen. I mean if she really wants to start spew with signatures she should get the champions to sign it. Fleur is a part Veela, Viktor is a professional 18-year-old Quidditch player, Harry is the Boy Who Lived, and Pretty Boy... he's the school heartthrob right?"

Is that how she thinks of me? Just a school heartthrob? Nothing more?

"I hope your right. Not a bad title really." I said creeping out of the shadows. She whipped around frightened. The look she gave me made me feel guilty. Her eyes showed her mind racing to figure out why I was there.

"Right, you're a prefect," she said with a sigh. Hazel stuck my last bit of sandwich in her mouth and handed the plate to Tinkey.

"Thank you, Tinkey. Always delicious." Tinkey beamed at her.

"Tinkey is glad Ms. Rosewood likes it."

She walked up to me. "So are you gonna report this?" she asked, looking up at me through her eyelashes.

Come one Ced cut her some slack.

You idiot you know the rules! She needs to be told on.

You don't tell on a girl you like, airhead!

I don't like her! She just a friend!

You are such a pathetic liar!

"You see I could. But I don't want to get into all the trouble. Now go back to bed Hazel. You need sleep." I said instead.

*facepalm* You are an arse Cedric Diggory. Every time she's near you, you become the most stupid person to walk the planet.

Hazel rolled her eyes at me. "Yes, mother." she teased before kissing me on the cheek and walking out of the kitchen.

Hey, look at that, she kissed you. Not bad.

I walked to my dorm and got ready for bed. I replayed the entire day. Hazel trying not to laugh at Skeeter's actions. I prefer it when she does laugh, she's so cute. The way her nose scrunches up and the way that her laugh is contagious.

Hazel rolling down the hill and when she made it the bottom they way her hair fanned out around her. The way she said "Perfect" when I added my name to the tree. The color her cheeks made when our hands touched and when I kissed her head by the Gryffindor tower. How she offered to help me with the Tournament How her kisses are so light against my cheek. How her eyes are just so beautiful... I closed my eyes. It was easy to fall into a happy sleep.

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