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tamingthemuseTitle: To Never Forget and Never Let Go
Author: Chosenfire
Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN. All recognizable characters and situations belong to their respective owners and I make no profit off of playing with them.
Rating: PG-13
Fandom: Harry Potter
Prompt: #125 - Chiwara
Characters/Pairings: Cedric/Hermione, Harry
Spoilers: HP Book 4 & 5
Summary: Only two people know and they don’t talk about it, they don’t need to.
Author’s Notes: This is a first for me (pairing wise) and its dedicated to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
dhfreak.
She had danced with Victor. She had been spun around on his arm and her beauty had shown through finally reaching her outer appearance for everyone to see. She had laughed and she had smiled and she had tried to ignore it all night.
Him.
Just a few feet away.
He had tried to catch her gaze. Had tried to explain with his eyes that this wasn’t how he wanted things to be, it how it had to be for now. It had been her decision. Things were too dangerous right now and her friendship with Harry thrust her into the spotlight. She would not give up that friendship and he would never ask her to.
So she had tried to accept it. She had danced that night with another man and she had fought with Ron and the whole time she had felt his eyes following her every move. Only one other person noticed and he wasn’t saying anything.
They hadn’t talked about it but Hermione knew that Harry saw what was going on between her and Cedric. Cedric who was smart, and sweet. She had met him at the library and he hadn’t brought up the tournament, or Harry. He had asked for her help in Muggle Studies.
It had turned into something more. Something she didn’t fully understand and was completely overwhelming at times. She had watched him hold Cho close and her chest had tightened and it had stung.
She knew why it had to be this way.
It was just getting harder and harder to not find reasons why it could be different.
So that night she had danced. Then she had watched both Harry and Cedric anxiously as the tournament had progressed hoping neither would be harmed.
Then had come the maze.
Harry had won.
Cedric had died.
And she had broken a little inside, cracked, shattered, and for months afterwards it had been hard to breathe. Hard to think. Hard to talk to anyone when all she wanted to do was rage at the world and regret staying silent, regret so many things.
She had buried the few things had reminded her of him in the bottom of her trunk. The small diary he had bought her, the little notes he had passed her, the chiwara rug he had got for her on a whim. She wondered what had happened to the things he had of hers. His part of the rug, his notes from her, the book of muggle fairytales she had gotten him for Christmas.
The only thing she kept in sight was the small silver necklace he had given her the night before the last task. The small silver Hufflepuff shield she hid underneath her shirt. She would never take that off and only one other person knew why.
But he wouldn’t say anything.
He never had.
Harry knew all this and when they had arrived at Hogwarts for their fifth year he had squeezed her hand tightly for a moment to let her know that he had there and he wasn’t going anywhere. He had nightmares too. He knew why she had gotten sharper, more determined.
She couldn’t take on Voldemort, but Harry would and she would make sure he was ready. She would make sure he won. She wouldn’t forget Cedric.
Author: Chosenfire
Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN. All recognizable characters and situations belong to their respective owners and I make no profit off of playing with them.
Rating: PG-13
Fandom: Harry Potter
Prompt: #125 - Chiwara
Characters/Pairings: Cedric/Hermione, Harry
Spoilers: HP Book 4 & 5
Summary: Only two people know and they don’t talk about it, they don’t need to.
Author’s Notes: This is a first for me (pairing wise) and its dedicated to
dhfreak.She had danced with Victor. She had been spun around on his arm and her beauty had shown through finally reaching her outer appearance for everyone to see. She had laughed and she had smiled and she had tried to ignore it all night.
Him.
Just a few feet away.
He had tried to catch her gaze. Had tried to explain with his eyes that this wasn’t how he wanted things to be, it how it had to be for now. It had been her decision. Things were too dangerous right now and her friendship with Harry thrust her into the spotlight. She would not give up that friendship and he would never ask her to.
So she had tried to accept it. She had danced that night with another man and she had fought with Ron and the whole time she had felt his eyes following her every move. Only one other person noticed and he wasn’t saying anything.
They hadn’t talked about it but Hermione knew that Harry saw what was going on between her and Cedric. Cedric who was smart, and sweet. She had met him at the library and he hadn’t brought up the tournament, or Harry. He had asked for her help in Muggle Studies.
It had turned into something more. Something she didn’t fully understand and was completely overwhelming at times. She had watched him hold Cho close and her chest had tightened and it had stung.
She knew why it had to be this way.
It was just getting harder and harder to not find reasons why it could be different.
So that night she had danced. Then she had watched both Harry and Cedric anxiously as the tournament had progressed hoping neither would be harmed.
Then had come the maze.
Harry had won.
Cedric had died.
And she had broken a little inside, cracked, shattered, and for months afterwards it had been hard to breathe. Hard to think. Hard to talk to anyone when all she wanted to do was rage at the world and regret staying silent, regret so many things.
She had buried the few things had reminded her of him in the bottom of her trunk. The small diary he had bought her, the little notes he had passed her, the chiwara rug he had got for her on a whim. She wondered what had happened to the things he had of hers. His part of the rug, his notes from her, the book of muggle fairytales she had gotten him for Christmas.
The only thing she kept in sight was the small silver necklace he had given her the night before the last task. The small silver Hufflepuff shield she hid underneath her shirt. She would never take that off and only one other person knew why.
But he wouldn’t say anything.
He never had.
Harry knew all this and when they had arrived at Hogwarts for their fifth year he had squeezed her hand tightly for a moment to let her know that he had there and he wasn’t going anywhere. He had nightmares too. He knew why she had gotten sharper, more determined.
She couldn’t take on Voldemort, but Harry would and she would make sure he was ready. She would make sure he won. She wouldn’t forget Cedric.
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Date: 2008-12-14 10:39 am (UTC)