Cedric Diggory smiled as he landed in front of me from up a tree.

"Hullo," he said, his eyes twinkling.

Cedric Diggory was an extremely handsome boy of around seventeen. He was captain and Seeker of the Hufflepuff house Quidditch team at Hogwarts.

I knew this already because Cedric beat me in Quidditch last year, when I fell from my broom. But he was hot so I didn't mind.

"Having a good summer, Henrietta?" Cedric asked, his voice silky soft.

"E-Etta," I stuttered. "Call me Etta, please." I smiled warmly, feeling a heat rush to my cheeks.

"Well, Etta," he smiled, his eyes lingering on me longer than necessary. "I hope you enjoy the game."

Well I will now.

***

"Cedric was so bloody obvious," Ron scoffed, as we walked among the tents of the Quidditch World Cup camp area.

"I don't know what you're talking about," I retorted, despite my insides squirming with glee.

"Oh come off it," Hermione's eyes gleamed as she glanced at me. "He likes you and you know it."

I looked down, trying to hide the smile that unwittingly stretched across my face.

***

My eyes met Draco Malfoy's as he entered the box with his parents. They glinted maliciously into mine. I felt a frisson of hatred spark through the depths of my stomach.

I tried to ignore him as I concentrated on the World Cup. I did not want him to ruin this once in a life time moment for me.

The Quidditch match was amazing. It was more than I could have hoped it to be. Not even the presence of Draco Malfoy and his hair could ruin it.

"Enjoy that, did you Potter?" He hissed in my ear as I brushed past him on my way out. "Wait until you see what comes next."

I soon found out what he was talking about.

***

I stopped, leaning against a tree trying to get my breath back. I was horrified by what I had just witnessed.

"Feeling all right there, Potter?"

I looked up at the white blonde haired boy who was leant against the tree opposite me, his arms folded, looking utterly relaxed.

"Shame you no longer have a mummy and daddy to look after you," he continued, "I'd be scared if I were you too, Scarface."

Hatred ripped through me. I marched right up to him, thrusting my face angrily into his.

"And where're your parents?" I snarled, practically spitting in his face. "Out there wearing masks, are they?"

Draco just smiled back at me. "Well... if they were, I wouldn't be likely to tell you, would I, Potter?"

"Etta! Thank god!"

I span around to see Hermione appear, red faced and bushy hair flying behind her. Ron closely followed.

"You!" Ron spat upon seeing Draco. "What the fuck are you doing here?"

"Language, Weasley," Draco said, his pale eyes glittered. "Hadn't you better be hurrying along now? You wouldn't like her spotted, would you?"

He nodded at Hermione and at the same moment, there was a loud blast and a flash of green light momentarily lit the trees around us.

"Whats that supposed to mean?" Hermione said defiantly.

"Granger, they're after Muggles," he sneered. "D'you want to be showing off your knickers in mid-air? Because if you do, hang around... they're moving this way, and it would give us all a laugh."

"Hermione's a witch, you stupid dumb arse." I snarled.

"Have it your own way, Potter," he grinned maliciously at me. "If you think they can't spot a Mudblood, stay where you are."

Furious, I went to grab my wand out of my pocket, but spotting this, Draco quick as a flash grabbed my arm, preventing me from doing so.

"I wouldn't try anything silly, if I were you, Potter." He hissed in my ear. I caught a waft of peppermint. "Or it may just well be the last thing you do."

He yanked my arm violently away, making me stumble backwards. He swished past me, his cloak billowing behind him.

"Keep that big bushy head down, Granger," he called back, before disappearing into the dark.

Dramatic prick.

***

"Anything from the trolley dears?"

We were hurtling back up north for our fourth year at Hogwarts. Both Ron and I jumped up, lunging for the door at the same time upon hearing the trolley lady clattering up the aisle.

Ron won the tussle and elbowed his way out of the compartment first.

"Hello, Etta,"

I looked up to see Cedric Diggory paying for his trolley treats. I felt my face blush and cursed myself inwardly.

"Hello, Cedric," I grinned stupidly, feeling awkward. Behind me, Ron tutted as he put in his order to the trolley lady.

"Anything sweet for you dear?" The trolley lady turned to me.

"I, uh - no thanks," I said, suddenly finding I had no appetite. Cedric was still smiling at me, causing butterflies to take flight in my stomach.

"I'll see you at school, Etta," he spoke softly, his smile never leaving his lips.

"Sure," I smiled, "look forward to it."

He turned and disappeared back into his compartment. Ron scoffed. "Bloody pretty boy."

Much later, we were sat in our compartment, reliving the World Cup. Ron was telling Neville that we got to see Viktor Krum right close up, seeing as we were in the Top Box.

"For the first and last time in your life, Weasley."

I automatically clenched my fists in anger as Draco appeared at the door, flanked by his two overgrown cronies.

"Don't remember asking you to join us, Malfoy," I said coolly.

His grey eyes glinted down at me, a smirk playing on his lips.

"So... are you going to enter, Weasley?" He said, turning his attention back to Ron. "Going to try and bring a bit of glory to the family name? There's money involved as well, you know... you'd be able to afford some decent robes if you won..."

"What are you talking about?" Ron snapped.

"Are you going to enter?" Draco repeated. "I suppose you will, Potter? You never miss a chance to show off, do you?"

Ugh, the prick.

"Either explain what you're on about or go away, Malfoy," Hermione said testily over the top of one of her school books that she hadn't put down all journey.

A gleeful smile spread across Draco's pale face. I had the sudden urge to slam the door, wiping it off of him. But instead I tried hard to ignore him.

"Don't tell me you don't know?" He said delightedly. Ignore him, ignore him. "You've got a father and a brother at the Ministry and you don't even know? My God, my father told me about it ages ago... heard it from Cornelius Fudge. But then, Father's always associated with the top people at the Ministry... maybe your father's too junior to know about it, Weasley... yes... they probably don't talk about important stuff in front of him..."

Laughing once more, Draco beckoned to Crabbe and Goyle, and the three of them disappeared. I angrily threw one of Ron's Chocolate Frogs at the door in their wake.

It didn't make me feel better.

***