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Prompt #523 – Budapest – Twist of Fate – slashluv18 – Harry Potter
Title: Twist of Fate
Fandom: Harry Potter
Prompts: #523 – Budapest
Warnings: None
Pairings: Hermione/Cedric
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 834
Summary: With a twist of fate, Hermione learns who she can depend on.
Hermione clapped politely for the third champion. She was sure Cedric would do Hogwarts proud. He was fair, loyal, and hard-working—the epitome of Hufflepuff.
Suddenly, the Goblet of Fire reactivated, spewing out a fourth slip of paper. The excited chatter of the Great Hall dissipated immediately, and all eyes turned to Dumbledore who silently read the paper.
The hall was filled with agonizing silence, as they all waited for the verdict.
He looked over at the Gryffindor table, and Hermione felt a sinking feeling in her stomach. Could Harry somehow have been chosen as a fourth champion? The tournament had killed people in the past. Was You-Know-Who behind it? How could Hermione help her best friend when she was only a fourth year?
Her worries for Harry were for naught, though, as Headmaster Dumbledore uttered a name Hermione hadn't even considered she would hear. "Hermione Granger."
All eyes turned to her. Some were filled with hatred. Others were filled with jealousy. And still, others were filled with indignation, as if she was purposely trying to steal the glory from Cedric.
She swallowed as she ignored Ron's heated glare and Harry's worried frown. She made her way to the chamber that the other champions had disappeared to. She knew her life had forever changed when she was named the fourth champion.
~
After her meeting in the chamber, where she was verbally attacked by Fleur and Viktor, she quickly left, fighting back her tears.
She usually didn't let words get to her. She was tougher than that, especially since she dealt with nasty words Malfoy quite a bit. She was used to it, but the words from the French and Bulgarian champions still got to her.
She thought about Cedric. He hadn't said anything against her, but he also hadn't done anything to defend her. A feeling of humiliation swamped her. Did he think she was a cheater and an attention-seeker as well? For some reason, the idea of Cedric thinking poorly of her bothered her. It bothered her much more than it should, since she didn't say more than a few words to him at the Quidditch World Cup that summer. Still, she couldn't shake the unsettled feeling within her.
And now, she wandered the corridors, not ready to face suspicious looks in the Gryffindor common room. She wasn't oblivious. Even her own house looked at her with distrustful eyes. The only ones who seemed worried about her were Harry and Neville.
She passed by an alcove and stopped when she overheard a familiar voice. "Harry, how can you defend her!?" Ron angrily demanded.
"Because she's my best friend. Just like she's your best friend," Harry logically pointed out.
"If she was my best friend, she would have told me how to get my name in," Ron answered crossly.
This time when Harry talked, his anger was easy to detect. "If you really think Hermione put her name in, then you don't know her at all. The only time she likes to stand out is in academics. And she would never cheat; she's one of the most honest people I know."
"Listen to me, Harry. I know she cheated. She betrayed us. We should have been in the tournament. Not her. You know I'm right."
"I'm sure you aren't right."
"You can't be with both of us. Choose. Me or her," Ron stated self-confidently.
Hermione knew he was sure Harry would choose his best male friend over his know-it-all female friend. She shook her head. Ron didn't know her, and he certainly didn't know Harry, if he actually thought Harry would turn his back on Hermione.
"Fine. I choose Hermione."
With those words, Hermione knew they had both lost a friend in the redhead, and even if they made up, things would never be the same as the trust was broken.
It hurt to hear Ron turn on her, but she was grateful she had Harry.
A gentle hand rested on her should, startling Hermione. She whirled around and faced Cedric.
He led her away from where she had been eavesdropping. "Are you okay?"
"Yeah. I'm actually not surprised. Ron has always been a bit flakey."
"Still, that couldn't have been easy to hear, especially after what happened in the chamber."
Hermione looked at the floor at the reminder. "Yeah."
"I'm sorry I didn't defend you. You didn't deserve the two of them going at you. I feel like a coward that I stayed silent."
She met his eyes, shocked. "Really? You don't agree with them?"
"We might not know each other well, but you wouldn't have cheated."
And suddenly, Hermione felt renewed hope in his chest. The way Cedric looked at her—soft eyes and an even softer smile—it felt like a new beginning, one in which he would be in her life. In what capacity, she didn't know, but she couldn't wait to find out. And maybe they could discuss Budapest. She was sure Cedric would be a good conversationalist.
Fandom: Harry Potter
Prompts: #523 – Budapest
Warnings: None
Pairings: Hermione/Cedric
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 834
Summary: With a twist of fate, Hermione learns who she can depend on.
Hermione clapped politely for the third champion. She was sure Cedric would do Hogwarts proud. He was fair, loyal, and hard-working—the epitome of Hufflepuff.
Suddenly, the Goblet of Fire reactivated, spewing out a fourth slip of paper. The excited chatter of the Great Hall dissipated immediately, and all eyes turned to Dumbledore who silently read the paper.
The hall was filled with agonizing silence, as they all waited for the verdict.
He looked over at the Gryffindor table, and Hermione felt a sinking feeling in her stomach. Could Harry somehow have been chosen as a fourth champion? The tournament had killed people in the past. Was You-Know-Who behind it? How could Hermione help her best friend when she was only a fourth year?
Her worries for Harry were for naught, though, as Headmaster Dumbledore uttered a name Hermione hadn't even considered she would hear. "Hermione Granger."
All eyes turned to her. Some were filled with hatred. Others were filled with jealousy. And still, others were filled with indignation, as if she was purposely trying to steal the glory from Cedric.
She swallowed as she ignored Ron's heated glare and Harry's worried frown. She made her way to the chamber that the other champions had disappeared to. She knew her life had forever changed when she was named the fourth champion.
~
After her meeting in the chamber, where she was verbally attacked by Fleur and Viktor, she quickly left, fighting back her tears.
She usually didn't let words get to her. She was tougher than that, especially since she dealt with nasty words Malfoy quite a bit. She was used to it, but the words from the French and Bulgarian champions still got to her.
She thought about Cedric. He hadn't said anything against her, but he also hadn't done anything to defend her. A feeling of humiliation swamped her. Did he think she was a cheater and an attention-seeker as well? For some reason, the idea of Cedric thinking poorly of her bothered her. It bothered her much more than it should, since she didn't say more than a few words to him at the Quidditch World Cup that summer. Still, she couldn't shake the unsettled feeling within her.
And now, she wandered the corridors, not ready to face suspicious looks in the Gryffindor common room. She wasn't oblivious. Even her own house looked at her with distrustful eyes. The only ones who seemed worried about her were Harry and Neville.
She passed by an alcove and stopped when she overheard a familiar voice. "Harry, how can you defend her!?" Ron angrily demanded.
"Because she's my best friend. Just like she's your best friend," Harry logically pointed out.
"If she was my best friend, she would have told me how to get my name in," Ron answered crossly.
This time when Harry talked, his anger was easy to detect. "If you really think Hermione put her name in, then you don't know her at all. The only time she likes to stand out is in academics. And she would never cheat; she's one of the most honest people I know."
"Listen to me, Harry. I know she cheated. She betrayed us. We should have been in the tournament. Not her. You know I'm right."
"I'm sure you aren't right."
"You can't be with both of us. Choose. Me or her," Ron stated self-confidently.
Hermione knew he was sure Harry would choose his best male friend over his know-it-all female friend. She shook her head. Ron didn't know her, and he certainly didn't know Harry, if he actually thought Harry would turn his back on Hermione.
"Fine. I choose Hermione."
With those words, Hermione knew they had both lost a friend in the redhead, and even if they made up, things would never be the same as the trust was broken.
It hurt to hear Ron turn on her, but she was grateful she had Harry.
A gentle hand rested on her should, startling Hermione. She whirled around and faced Cedric.
He led her away from where she had been eavesdropping. "Are you okay?"
"Yeah. I'm actually not surprised. Ron has always been a bit flakey."
"Still, that couldn't have been easy to hear, especially after what happened in the chamber."
Hermione looked at the floor at the reminder. "Yeah."
"I'm sorry I didn't defend you. You didn't deserve the two of them going at you. I feel like a coward that I stayed silent."
She met his eyes, shocked. "Really? You don't agree with them?"
"We might not know each other well, but you wouldn't have cheated."
And suddenly, Hermione felt renewed hope in his chest. The way Cedric looked at her—soft eyes and an even softer smile—it felt like a new beginning, one in which he would be in her life. In what capacity, she didn't know, but she couldn't wait to find out. And maybe they could discuss Budapest. She was sure Cedric would be a good conversationalist.