#doomed lovers

You went up the steep steps of the astronomy tower, the quiet breeze blowing softly in your face. 

You noted that it felt uncharacteristically quiet, like there was something that desperately needed to be said but was unable to come out.   

“I had a feeling you’d be here.” You stepped up the final step, pausing by the archway. “You’re quite keen on hanging near my common room” You smiled, stepping closer to him by the handrail.  

Cedric offered you a small nod of his head, “It’s quiet up here. It helps clear my head.” 

“Is that the only reason?” You smirked, lightly pushing him, “..Maybe there’s a certain Ravenclaw lurking who tends to fix my problems” He pushed back a smile, his playful demeanor flickering.  

“What are you thinking about?” You questioned, noting the way his eyes avoided you and opted for staring at the view from above.  

“I have a weird feeling about tomorrow” He admitted after a brief pause, making your brow raise at his slip in confidence. “Something just feels off. Haven’t you noticed anything weird around?”  

Your gaze lowered in thought, “I guess, sure, the air around has felt weirder-” You admitted, “-But I don’t think it’s anything that should necessarily worry you. Your previous tasks went perfectly, and your main focus should be the final task-” A shake of his head interrupted your rumbling.  

“I had help” He admitted, his head low over the railing, “First Harry, then if Mad-Eye hadn’t told me about the egg, it would have taken me much longer to figure it out.” 

“Mad-Eye?” You asked, your expression shifting into confusion.  

“This final task is the one where I’ll truly get to show what I can do. I just can’t shake this feeling.”  

You took his hand in your own, offering a comforting smile. “Everyone knows what you’re made of Cedric. All of Hogwarts adores you, and whether you had help or not, the performance was ultimately yours alone.”  

He turned to you from the contact, subtly taking note of the way the soft glow from the stars made your eyes gleam.   

“Don’t stress too much. Everything will go well, and tomorrow night you’ll be standing here, staring at the same sky wondering what you were worrying about the night before” You grinned at the idea, already envisioning his triumphant laughter.  

He let out a quiet snicker, allowing himself to picture his victory. “Be there with me?” He asked, giving the hand that was holding his an expectant squeeze.  

“Always” You stated back, your expression softening into a smile.  

His gaze lingered on your face, as if trying to memorize your every feature. 

“...You look like you have something more to say” You commented, breaking his trance.  

His expression shifted to one of faint dedication, but whether it was because of the tournament or something entirely different, you had no idea.   

“I’ll tell you tomorrow. After the final task, up here again.” He confirmed with a determined nod that made your heart clench.   

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