A Rainy Tryst : A Harry Potter Fanfiction

 

rain

 

Cho took a sharp intake of breath. The smell was heady, to say the least.

The mustiness of the rain beating against the castle walls and soaking through her cloak, down her back, as she balanced herself on the window sill. The smell of the lonely corridor that had just been cleaned by Mr. Filch. And the smell of him. So close to her. His breath falling on her nose.

Cedric had his hands planted on either side of her on the window sill as she leaned into him, facing away from the window.

The rain pattered above them, onto the roof of the deserted Astronomy Tower, drowning out the sound of their heavy pants. Cho had her half shut eyes fixed on Cedric’s yellow and black tie, for she couldn’t bring herself to look up after the moment that had just passed between them. She was certain her cheeks were bright pink and her eyes glistening strangely by now.

The rain continued to stream down her back in little rivulets, making her shiver slightly.

Cedric was regarding her carefully, letting his eyes rove over her crimson face framed by her smooth black locks. Not even the success of stealing the Golden Egg from the Swedish Short Snout or rescuing this same beautiful girl from the bottom of the Black Lake could parallel the exuberance and exhilaration he was feeling now. No Quidditch victory had ever made him happier. No moment in his life had made him feel quite like this. Except, of course, the day he had danced with this same girl in front of him now, at the Yule Ball on Christmas Eve, she looking like an angel in her silver robes, ethereal and graceful.

He slipped his arms around her waist and pulled her down onto her feet in one quick move. She turned her face up at him in surprise, her shining, brown eyes widening as he pulled her closer to himself.

His grey eyes twinkled back at her, mischief apparent in the half suppressed smile round his mouth. One of his hand moved up her back to rumple the wet hair stuck at the back of her neck.

Cho shivered again as his fingers lightly brushed against the cool skin of her neck. Her own fingers, resting against the soft fabric of his cloak, now knotted around them, her eyes fluttering close.

She felt his face lean down nearer to hers again.

“Weren’t you saying something earlier?” He breathed down quietly at her, his other hand gripping her waist tighter.

“Uh…” She struggled to make sense of his question, her skin tingling with new sensations. “I…”

“Yeah?” He prodded on, holding back his chuckle.

A thought, lost in the feelings of the moment, resurfaced hazily in her mind now.

She swallowed. “The Task.”

“Hm?”

“Good luck for it,” she whispered, finally opening her eyes to look at him, a small, shy smile on her lips, pride and hope glimmering on her face as she gathered some of her senses again. “I really hope you win.”

He grinned at her, excitement ready to burst from within him. The Tournament would soon be over. If victorious, which he really wished to be, he’d take Cho to Hogsmeade. If not, well, he would get quite a few kisses to cheer him up later, won’t he?

With his hope raging strong, he picked his girl up in his arms, making her giggle softly, and pressed his lips gently against hers again while the rain fell quickly outside the window, cocooning them in the safety of its noise and making their special moment even more magical.

 

~Diksha

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