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The Lioness And The Badgers	By : sawahhaych Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Hermione/Cedric Views: 7550 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter (Although I am British I am unfortunately not the amazing JK Rowling!). I do not make any money from the writing of this fic.

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Kissing Cedric wasn't like kissing other boys, well... I only have one to compare him to but it wasn’t like with John at all. I met John just this past summer, in Spain with my parents. We were staying in the same complex as John and his parents and we hit it off somehow... I am not sure how, with nothing in common, but we did and we spent just over a week holding hands and finding out of the way places to kiss and cuddle.

John kissed like he wouldn’t ever kiss again, fast and hard and frantic with his tongue roaming my mouth, fighting for dominance, leaving me gasping for air once it was over. Cedric's kisses are different, they can be fast sometimes but never hard, they're usually slow and sweet and kind of sensual, they feel really private, like when he is kissing me he is walking in my soul or something, which I know is nonsense but it is how it feels.

We spend all the time we can together, being in different houses poses problems but we get around them as best as we can. I sit with Cedric at meals, or he with me, last week we even both went and sat with Cho who beamed at me and said she was really happy that we finally got it together.

Ron and Harry of course take great amusement from my relationship with Cedric, commenting often when I find myself gazing at him or thinking about him. If I didn’t know any better I would think they we're reading my mind, I don’t help myself really, blushing furiously whenever they mention him. If I wasn't so happy I might find offence in what they are doing. Ginny does, telling them to leave me alone which earns her ribbing of her own.

Pansy Parkinson and her gaggle of hags have also been trying to get to me and not in a nice way like Ron and Harry. Whenever I am near all I can hear is them commenting on how I am a glory seeking whore. Friends with Harry who is world famous and then cozying up to not one but two triwizard champions. Malfoy resorts to insulting both Cedric and me, usually separately but sometimes when we are together, calling Cedric a blood traitor for getting with a mudblood and then changing his tactic to say that there must be a reason he is with me, that I must really be a dirty whore in the bedroom to keep him interested.

I was upset at first with the nasty comments, not helped by the horrid blonde snake Rita Skeeter, but Cedric, his friends and mine all took to keeping me happy and complimenting me often, they are jealous, looking at Cedric I know that is right, who wouldn't be jealous when I get to be with Cedric and they don’t?

-xXx-

“Come on Hermione!” Ginny whines up the stairs to the dormitory. “You need to eat something before you go out!” I don’t move from in front of the mirror but hear Ginny stomp up the stairs. “You look amazing, now get your gorgeous backside down those stairs to breakfast!” Ginny commands complete with Mrs Weasley stare, hands on hips.

I turn to look at her, my stomach in knots. “I... I'm nervous Ginny. Why the hell am I nervous?” I ask wringing my hands.

Ginny smiles at me. “It's your first date with Cedric.” She answers simply.

I sigh. “We've been going out for three weeks I can't be nervous!”

Ginny hugs me gently. “Take a deep breath and get down to breakfast.” I straighten my jumper, pick up my coat and do as she says.

-xXx-

I find Cedric sitting with both his friends and mine, the Hufflepuff's having invaded the Gryffindor table. As I approach Cedric physically pushes Will along the bench to make a space next to him for me to sit. I smile at him, the butterflies still going mental in my stomach.

“Morning Petal.” Cedric says kissing me on the cheek as I sit, I feel myself blush and break out in what is probably a stupid grin. He has been using this nickname for me for the last two weeks, the first time he said it I laughed and informed him I wasn't a flower, in response he kissed me gently and said I was as beautiful as a flower, the memory still makes me smile.

“Morning.” I say squeezing his hand under the table. “Morning everyone.” I look around at the others who nod or answer me in kind.

“Where you taking her then, Ced?” Luke asks with a smirk.

“I don’t know yet, why?” Cedric asks as I butter some toast.

“You don’t know where you're taking her?” Luke asks aghast. “Bad sign there mate, should have planned this weeks ago.”

Max punches him on the shoulder. “Shut up Luke, not everything has to be planned you know.”

Luke rubs his shoulder, faking hurt. “Domestic violence!” he accuses, pointing at Max before looking me in the eye. “Tell her Hermione!”

I laugh. “Why do I have to tell her?”

Max supplies the answer. “You're the only one not afraid of me.” She says with a wink.

“Why do you want to know where we are going anyway Luke? Looking to rip off my hopeless romanticism?” Cedric asks with a raise of his eyebrow.

Max is the one who answers. “So we can avoid wherever you two are, it's kind of nauseating watching you two together.”

Cedric laughs. “Like you two are any better, get much studying done last night?” From the look Cedric is giving them and the way they both blush I don’t think I want to know what they were doing last night or how Cedric knows.

-xXx-

The weather is pretty bad outside, frosty and cold making clouds of steam when we breathe. Cedric holds my hand as we make out way towards the gates and down the hill into Hogsmeade. “Is there anywhere you want to go?” Cedric asks, nose slightly red in the cold.

“I need some chocolate.” I say.

Cedric swings my arm. “Then the lady shall have chocolate, what's your favourite?” He asks.

We have been doing this for days, questioning each other on everything we can think of, I have learned quite a bit about Cedric that I have stored away for later use. His favourite food is pizza, which he discovered when he went to visit Will last summer, favourite colour is yellow, favourite time of year is autumn and his most prized possession, rather predictably is his broom.

“Milk chocolate, I don’t really like dark or white, truffles for special occasions are the best.” I answer with a smile which Cedric returns.

“Me too.” He admits.

We peruse Honeydukes slowly, I take in the smell of the place like it's a fine wine, the smell of all the sweets making me smile, this is one of the things that both of my worlds have in common: Sweet shops like this can be found in the muggle world, immobile chocolate mice instead of animated chocolate frogs, standard liquorice instead of being shaped like wands or brooms, but the smell is always the same and the same taste.

I am still walking around taking it all in slowly when Cedric comes over to me with a bag. “For my lady.” He grins presenting me with the bag, I open it and peer inside, a huge box of truffles fills the bag.

“Cedric!” I scold with no real heat. “You big silly, this box is huge!” I stand on my tip toes and throw my arms around his neck, kissing his cheek. “Thank you.”

Cedric grins at me, obviously pleased that I like the gift. “Do you want to go to the three broomsticks?” He asks holding his hand out to me.

I take his hand and nod, following him out of the shop across to the pub where we sit at a secluded table by the fire, I lean into him as he puts his arm around my shoulder. “This is nice.” I say with a smile.

Cedric hugs me closer to him for a second before releasing me to go get drinks.

“How strange is this?” I ask rhetorically.

“What do you mean Petal?” He asks me.

I sit up so I can look at him. “Well...” I pause. “Us... I mean...”

Cedric grins at me. “I know what you mean, if it hadn’t have been for the world cup we might not have ever really talked.” Cedric changes the subject.

-xXx-

We spend the rest of our time in Hogsmeade sitting in the three broomsticks, eating stew, drinking butterbeer.

“Want a truffle?” Cedric asks mischievously holding one out towards my mouth. I open my mouth slightly so he can pop the truffle in, I watch as Cedric comments, “No?” before shoving the whole thing in his own waiting mouth.

The rest of the afternoon is spent feeding each other truffles, when I say feeding I mean that Cedric teases me, eating them himself before smearing one over my lips, the war had begun.

Feeling giddy and a little sick from all the chocolate Cedric and I head out into the cold to make our way up to the castle and to dinner.

-xXx-

“Alright you two!” Max calls jogging up to us, halfway up the hill, pulling Luke alone by the hand.

“Been looking for you everywhere Ced.” Luke says falling into step beside me.

Cedric arches an eyebrow. “Well you found me now?”

“Tony figured out the egg.” Luke says.

Max interjects. “He thinks he has figured out the egg, we thought you should test it out.”

Cedric stops walking. “How?”

Max is the one to explain. “He put two and two together.”

Luke elaborates. “He overheard Dumbledore talking to some merpeople in the lake, said the sound was unmistakable, a screeching noise.”

“Like the egg.” I say looking hopefully to Cedric.

Max nods. “Then we saw Krum, he was diving into the lake, had the egg with him too.”

I nod slowly, piecing it together. “The language of the merpeople sounds different under water, the water somehow does something to it.” I say thinking back to Hogwart's A History. “Any water will do.” I supply not wanting Cedric to catch his death in the lake at this time of year.

“I have the best friends.” Cedric grins before pulling on my hand. “Come on, I have to test it out.” I have to jog to keep up with him.

-xXx-

“What did it say?” Tony asks, we are all sitting in the classroom where Cedric practised for the first class, this is rapidly becoming our favourite hang out. Cedric's hair is still wet from the bath where he finally got to hear what the egg had to say.

"Come seek us where our voices sound, We cannot sing above the ground, And while you're searching, ponder this; We've taken what you'll sorely miss,” Cedric pauses a second. “An hour long you'll have to look, And recover what we took, But past an hour - the prospect's black, Too late, it's gone, it won't come back." I scribble the riddle quickly on a piece of parchment whilst Cedric recites from memory.

“Any theories?” Will asks looking around at us all.

“The where is pretty obvious...” Cedric starts. We nod. “And I have to swim underwater for an hour to find whatever it is they have taken.”

“What have they taken though?” Max asks. “Has anything gone missing?”

I shake my head. “They wouldn’t have taken it yet, the task is still over five weeks away.”

“I don’t think there is anything for it mate, you just need to practice swimming and figure out how to breathe underwater.” Luke comments.

Cedric grins again, his slow easy grin that I have come to associate with his cheeky side. “Got that covered.” We look confused but Cedric just sits back on his seat, hands behind his head. “Bubblehead charm.”
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