Disclaimer: Plot is mine, characters and mostly everything else belongs to the clever mind of JK Rowling.

I just want to say first off, that this story is a rewrite. I wrote this story a long time ago and then I abandoned it. I'm trying to rewrite it and make it longer and make it better then before.

Harry

"Come on Harry. You have to get up!"

Hermione said as Harry woke up, cursing her for a moment for rousing him from his abnormally dreamless sleep. Harry's eyes slowly adjusted to the beams of radiant light streaming in through the open window sill. He could see the hills beyond the Burrow integrating into the distance, and the ever overcast sky seemed to be frowning at him. Today was not going to be a good day. He turned his attention back into the bedroom that he was sharing with Ron. The Chudley Canon's prideful orange decoration was almost blinding at this time in the morning. He watched as a blurred outline of Hermione went and shoved Ron awake.

"You too Ron." Hermione shrieked as Ron started to wake up, before he cursed her and rolled back onto his side.

"Come on. Get Up. We're leaving for the world cup."

When Hermione said this Ron sat up, his outlook on awaking had obviously changed.

"Well why didn't you say so? Fine. We're up. Now get out so we can get dressed."

"Oh as if I would want to stay and watch." Hermione added sarcastically before leaving the room.

Ron and Harry groggily went to the kitchen, not even having enough time to grab some breakfast before Mrs. Weasley was shoving their pre-packed bags into their arms and shoving them out of the door.

After an hour of walking through the dewy terrain, the entire Weasley family, excluding Percy, Bill, and Charlie, had finally reached the portkey that would be taking them to the Quidditch World Cup. The group then proceeded to sit on the still wet grass as they waited for the time when the portkey would be activated. As Harry stared off into the distance, past many of the hills, he gradually spotted Cedric Diggory, a handsome boy of seventeen, jogging onto the hill, his long limbs stretched out and his cheeks pink from the early run. Harry then saw Mr. Diggory walking a little distance behind his son.

"Hey Cedric." Fred and George said simultaneously.

"Hey." Cedric responded. He smiled at them.

"This is Hermione, Ron, Ginny, and..." The Weasley twins started.

"Harry Potter" Cedric said as he extended him hand out to Harry's.

Harry noticed that his hand fit well inside of Cedric's, and that Cedric's hand was larger than his. Cedric and Harry met eyes for a moment, causing Harry's stomach to flip nervously, and Harry was thankfully able to tear his eyes away from Cedric's when he heard Mr. Weasley's voice call out.

"Alright everyone. Just touch the portkey and we'll be off in..."

"10." Cedric and Harry both reached for the same spot on the boot.

"9." Cedric moved his hand so that it was right next to Harry's.

"8." Cedric looked up into Harry's eyes.

"7." Cedric bit his lower lip. Cute. Harry thought.

"6." Harry broke eye contact and noticed Hermione looking at him oddly.

"5." His eyes involuntarily moved back to Cedric's.

"4." He could not stop staring.

"3." Cedric had hypnotizing gray eyes that caused Harry nervously jerk his shoulders back.

"2." Harry glanced at Cedric's lips. As his eyes met the sight of them, he couldn't help but squirm at the thought of kissing the older boy.

"1." Harry looked back into his eyes...those hypnotizing, mesmerizing, beautiful gray eyes.

Harry's stomach did an even more nervous flip from the effect of the portkey then when he had shook Cedric's hand.

Shrieks of surprise and screams of pain came from the group as they hit the hard ground. Harry rolled down the side of the hill to where Cedric had just been beginning to stand up. Harry knocked Cedric over and they continued to roll together.

Once at the foot of the hill, their legs were intertwined and their flushed faces were close.

"Um. Sorry." Harry mumbled, obviously embarrassed.

"Its alright" Cedric said. He gracefully got up on his feet and pulled Harry up.

They began on the arduous walk to the tents, the rest of the group having already walked over there.

"So, you are you rooting for?" Cedric said to make conversation.

"Ireland, you?" Harry responded.

"Bulgaria. But only because Krum is amazing, he recognized as one of the best seekers in history. I suppose he is somewhat of a reckless flier, but that's what gets him into all of these great moments to watch." Cedric said and laughed. Harry could hear the passion he felt for Quidditch from the way he talked.

"Krum?"

"The Bulgarians seeker. He's their pride and joy." Cedric said as he faced Harry. "You've never heard talk of him have you?"

"Well um. No. Since I don't live in the wizarding world, I don't really hear about the professional Quidditch stuff. I really only know about the Chudley Cannons, because they're Ron's favorite team." Harry said nervously.

"Oh gods Harry. He's incredible. You're in for a really good game. He's the best seeker I've ever seen." Cedric said and laughed. "Well actually you could give him a run for his money. You're a fantastic flier Harry." Cedric said as he bit his lip nervously and turned his head to look at Harry.

"Err, Thank you. You are as well." Harry said as his cheeks reddened and he watched the ground under his feet to avoid not making eye contact with the older boy.

"Not as good as you though. You been the best seeker to come to Hogwarts since Charlie Weasley came. It's absolutely mad that you're such a great seeker and you're just now entering the 4th year. Again I have to apologize about how dad boasted earlier about me." Cedric said as his cheeks blushed and he turned his head away.

"I think you're father has every right to be proud of you Cedric." Harry said as he turned his head to see the eyes of the other boy.

Cedric felt his heart skip a beat when he heard Harry say he first name aloud. He instantly desired for the other boy to say it again, to whisper it in his ear, to scream it aloud during orgasmic bliss.

"Oh, thanks." Cedric said as he looked Harry in the eyes.

After an electric shock ran through both of the boys as they stumbled to a stop and stared into each others eyes, they purposely looked away as both of their cheeks turned scarlet and began walking again.

Harry spent the rest of the walk trying to think of something witty or clever to say, but Cedric's arm brushing against his was really distracting.

If only he had known that Cedric was thinking the exact same thing.

By the way,

I still have the original posted if anyone would like to look at it, but i can assure you that this one will be much better.

I also have to say thank you to all of my reviewers on the last story-- this is for you all!

And for Readers, feel free to review whether its good or a bad review, both critiscim and praise will be appreciated.

Thanks,

Georgie.