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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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The butterflies are really starting to set in now as I sit at the dinner table, it's the night before the other two magical schools arrive but that isn’t what is making me so nervous I can barely eat my shepherds pie.

The plan is finally in motion, it took Cedric another few days to come up with how to get a detention from Moody, he hasn’t told me how he has done it yet, but then again I haven’t exactly told him all of my plan either, all he knows is that he is to come outside once he has the sample to let me know he has it.

I watch Cedric stand from the table just a couple of minutes after pudding is served, as he passes by the Gryffindor table he raises his eyebrows at me, I smile back gently in response.

“What’s with you and Diggory?” Ron asks reaching for the custard.

“What, nothing.” I say a little quickly.

Harry looks at me with a smile. “Oh come on Hermione, you've been with him almost every night the past week in the library.”

I don’t know what to say to that so just sit, very aware that my face is turning pink.

Ron puts in again. “I overheard one of Cedric's friend, that Summers bloke saying you two have been getting pretty chummy, hunkered down in a little out of the way table, being all secretive about it.”

I narrow my eyes at Ron slightly. “What I do and who I do it with are none of your business Ronald, Cedric is just a friend and we have been helping each other out with a problem we have both been having, that's all.”

Ron holds his hand up in surrender. “I wasn’t saying there was anything wrong with it, just that you hadn’t told any of us, we had to hear it from some sixth year Hufflepuff.”

“It's not like I was sneaking off, I just went to the library but I suppose since you all seem to be deathly allergic to the place it isn't surprising you haven't seen us there.” I say trying to lighten the conversation back up, Ginny laughs at my comment which in turn makes Ron tell her to shut up and so the whole thing is forgotten, Well... until the end of dinner at least.

I get up to leave the table and carry out the plan when Harry asks me. “Where you going now?” I smile innocently at him. “What the hell are you two doing in there?” He asks sounding concerned.

I drop my bag back to my seat and lean in between Ron and Harry. “Listen, I promise I will tell you either tonight or tomorrow, okay?” I ask looking at them each in turn.

It is neither Harry or Ron who answers me though, it is Ginny who had leaned in to listen. “Fine, but I want all the gory details!”

Ron goes a lovely shade of lobster whilst I stutter for a second before once again trying to impress upon them that Cedric is just my friend, Ginny waves this off with a “whatever” clearly not believing me whilst the boys just look at her. I make my escape quickly.

'Okay', I think to myself 'I can do this'. I make my way towards Moody's office and duck into a classroom opposite to prepare. I pull out my secret weapon from my robes pocket and take a deep breath.

'Filthy mudblood', 'Know it all', 'good for nothing'. I will fail at everything I ever do, I will not pass my OWLs which will mean my wand will be snapped and I will be expelled from the only place I have ever belonged. I will be forced to go back to muggle society, I will have to get a job in manual labour, never using my brain, slowly turning mad. Once I age a little I will live in a horrible, dirty, rat infested hovel of a bedsit with prostitutes and drug addicts for neighbours, I will never better myself and will be stuck there for the rest of my life with the type of people I belong with. I am not special, I am not good, I am a stupid little bitch who should have been aborted by my mother like she said when I was twelve.

I can never be pretty or desirably, I am an ugly piece of shit who should be stomped out of existence for the betterment of the world. I disgust people and should not be allowed in civilised society, I should go live in a cave on some godforsaken country with nothing but rocks for company.

I can feel my throat closing up slightly, an ache forming in my chest. I close my eyes and picture all I think, really seeing myself in the situations. I unscrew the cap of the Olbas Oil and turn it upside down onto my finger, I rub a drop under my nose which immediately starts running and rub another couple of drops into my fingertips for use later.

I shake my head roughly to dislodge some of my hair from its ponytail to give me a more distraught look and walk across the corridor to Moody's door. I knock gently, trying to convey hesitance.

The door is roughly yanked open by Moody who looks down at me in confusion. I sniff, not so much for effect but because the oil really is that good. “Can I talk to you please professor?” I ask hitching my breathing on the word please with a fake sob.

“Miss Granger, are you quite alright?”

I look up into his imposing face and shake my head. “I... I... don’t think so.”

Moody takes a moment to study my face before turning to look in the room behind him where Cedric is seated at the front, writing away. “I will just be outside for a moment Mr Diggory, carry on.” I hear Cedric quietly say “Yes Professor.” when Moody shuts the door.

The nerves have hit me again, now I am standing in front of him all I can think is 'what if he doesn’t have anything to hide'. Ignoring the voice in the back of my head I rub my eyes with my oiled fingers, the results are immediate, I can feel my eyes puff up and can now barely see though the liquid gathering in them.

Moody gestures to the classroom I have just vacated to talk. I follow him in the room and sit on one of the chairs, I let my beg fall heavily to the floor “It's just so hard!” I manage to get out before going into full blown sobs.

I glance up after a minute of sobbing and notice that Moody is standing next to me, his hand hovering over my shoulder, not sure if he should pat me better I suppose. “There, there Miss Granger, what ever is the matter?”

I throw my head into my folded arms on the table whilst wailing incoherently for a while, allowing words to sometimes spill out. “They said... And Harry.... Boys just... Ginny doesn’t....” Finally I get a whole sentence out. “They don’t understand!”

I feel his hand rubbing the top of my back. “Now, now Miss Granger, nothing is worth all this, let alone a boy.”

By this point I just latch onto what Moody is saying, letting him think he knows what is going on. “But he doesn’t even know I exist!” I wail thumping my head on my arm.

“There's no need to hurt yourself.” Moody says stilling my movement with a gentle hand on my head.

My head is still buried in my arms on the table when I hear a quiet voice from the doorway. “Sorry Professor, I heard crying... I just thought I should see what's wrong.” Moody turns to face Cedric and so do I. “Merlin! Hermione are you alright?” He doesn’t miss a beat as he rushes towards me. “What in the world happened?” He says kneeling beside me.

I don’t answer for fear I may laugh so just sniff a few times. “Maybe you should take Miss Granger to the infirmary, get some pepper up potion.” Moody instructs Cedric who in turn rushes back to Moodys room, grabs his bag and then escorts me down the stairs towards Madam Pomfrey.

We carry on towards the infirmary until well out of sight of Moody, even with his magical eye. Cedric stops us with a raise of his hand and we barrel into the next classroom we pass.

“What in Merlin's name what that?” Cedric asks pulling out a handkerchief from his robes.

I wipe my eyes gently before going to the sink in the corner to wash my face and hands of the oil. “It occurred to me, when I was thinking back to you mentioning 'lady problems' being a possibility that whilst not right on the whole subject, your general idea was right.” I say as I pat my face dry with the bottom of my robes. “If there is one thing I know about the male species it is that they hate to see a girl cry so will either run away from it or try to stop them, and since Moody is a teacher, he had to take the second course of action.”

Cedric beams at me. “Genius... Sexist... but genius.”

“Well?” I ask walking towards the Hufflepuff. “What is it?”

Cedric takes a small metal vial out of his pocket and unscrews the cap. “I didn’t get a chance to really look at it before, I was worried he was going to come back in or something.”

I stand close to Cedric as he finally gets the lid off. A smell, all too familiar washes over me taking me back to hours spent hiding in the girls toilets whilst Moaning Myrtle laughed at me. I gasp. “That's polyjuice potion.” I say stepping back from Cedric with wide eyes. “Ready to drink polyjuice potion, the catalyst is already in there.”

“No... That... Oh my god.”

We stand in stunned silence for what seems like eternity, I am unable to think properly. The only thing I can really think of is that we need to tell Dumbledore, right away. I voice this to Cedric who nods absent-mindedly before roughly shaking his head and putting the lid back on the potion.

“Moody isn’t really Moody.” I voice, though neither of us are that slow on the uptake I feel it needs to be said out loud.

“Who the fuck is he?” Cedric asks me, looking like I might know the answer.

I shake my head. “Come on, lets get Dumbledore.” I say setting my bag on my shoulder and walking towards the door. Cedric follows quickly behind me.

Half an hour later we are still in the Headmasters office. “You are sure?” Dumbledore asks us again.

“Yes sir.” I say quietly. “It was in his room sir, it is completed polyjuice potion, the man who has been teaching us defence this term is not the real Alistair Moody.”

Dumbledore finally takes the vile from the table and examines it, opening and sniffing the contents. “Both of you, you will not say anything to any one else until I have investigated this matter.” We nod. “I will be taking this up with Professor Moody presently, please go back to your common rooms, it is almost curfew.”

I take this as being dismissed so stand muttering a “thank you Professor” before following Cedric down the spiral staircase. “Goodnight Granger” Cedric says lingering at the stairs.

I nod. “Night Diggory.” Cedric holds a hand up, waving goodbye as he descends the stairs towards his common room, I climb up, ready for a nice night of tossing and turning, wondering who the hell the fake Moody is and what he has been doing at Hogwarts for the last two months.
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