Disclaimer: I do not own the Harry Potter characters, they all belong to the goddess that is JK Rowling! I have no money, for I am a penniless writer, and shall probably stay that way forever. XD

AN: Hello everyone! Before you go onto this story, I need to clear a few things first. First of all, in Harry's Fourth Year, Cedric will be in his last year. I know most of you are going... ? but, to make sure what year he was in I went online and people are debating whether he was in sixth or seventh, so…in my story, it'll be his last year when Harry was in his Fourth Year! Glad we got that out of the way.

Second, this is slash. Don't like, don't read, mmkay?

Onto the story!

A Holiday to Remember

He sat alone in his apartment, the sound of Vivaldi playing softly throughout the room. The sun had fallen and the moon had taken its place. He ran his hand through his hair and gave a soft sigh, frustrated that he couldn't sleep and despondent because he couldn't forget. The nightmares didn't always haunt him in his sleep, but when he felt it was the time to move on it would come back, plaguing him with the bittersweet memories.

This night not only made him lose sleep, but it also made him realize that you cannot forget the past no matter how hard you try, and that sometimes the past won't let you forget. He doesn't understand why he can't let it go. Most people would have moved on by now. But he wasn't most people, and he had gone through more than what most people had. Not only was it a memory that plagued him, it was a secret.

Perhaps it is time for a confession.

His hand moved towards the Muggle phone nearby, and he dialed a number quickly. He waited patiently for an answer.

"Hello?"

"Hermione, it's Harry."

"Harry! How are you?" Hermione asked, hiding her worry. She could tell by the tone of his voice that something was wrong. And not only did he sound different, he never called at this time of the night.

"I need you to come over…I mean, when you have the time of course." Hermione gave a small smile. Leave it to Harry to always put others before himself.

"I'll be right over, Harry." She hung up and flooed to his house, and tried to hide her apprehension. She saw him sitting in his favorite leather chair, holding a glass of wine.

"Harry?" She asked. He looked horrible; bags were noticeable under his eyes, and the familiar emerald green was now a dull shade. His hair was in the usual disarray.

"Take a seat," he whispered, and she took a seat across from him, trying not to force whatever he was trying to say out of him.

"There's something I have to tell you. Something I haven't told anyone." Hermione studied him closely. She tried to figure out what he was trying to tell her, but she was very lost. Although Harry was his usual cheerful and funny self most of the time, she noticed a change in him during holidays or get togethers…she always thought he was sad because of losing his parents and Sirius, but now to hear him say he had a secret…it threw all the assumptions she had out the window.

"What is it, Harry?" She said in a comforting voice, "You can tell me." She reached over and took his hand in hers, and gave him a small smile. He smiled back and squeezed her hand.

"Do you remember the Tri-Wizard Tournament?" He asked. She nodded.

"Of course I do, Harry," she replied. He continued.

"It was a hard time for all the champions, especially the last task. I'll never forget that night…" She felt her heart break as he spoke.

"I know, Harry. I can't even imagine how hard it was for you." He looked away and glanced at the fire, watching the flames move.

"I remember the fight with Voldemort very well. The screams, the torture…but the thing was, I wasn't even worried about myself…"

Hermione quirked an eyebrow, but didn't say anything.

"Voldemort wanted me to die, Hermione. He thought that it was going to be the last fight he would ever have with me, and Merlin knows I thought it would be the last fight too. I keep having flashbacks…memories of what happened. Sometimes I can't go back to sleep after I dream it…"

"Harry," she whispered, "you're stalling. What happened that night? What happened that night that you didn't tell us about?"

"We kept it secret," he spoke with a small smile, his emerald eyes almost back to their normal brightness, "we thought it was fun, you know? A secret just between the two of us. Sneaking into the library for a kiss, bumping into each other into the hall just to feel the touch of each other's skin…we liked each other very much…but if the public knew how we felt for each other, there would have been major controversy with the Tournament…"

He went out with Fleur! Thought Hermione. She didn't show her surprise though, and a kept a neutral look on her face.

"And then after the Tournament, someone found out about us, and separated us…" His voice broke and he sighed, taking a big gulp of his wine. Hermione felt anxious, as this was the end of his confession.

"After the Tournament we never saw each other again," he said. "I know it's stupid to be affected still by that relationship after all these years…"

"But you never forget your first love," Hermione said with a small smile. He smiled back.

"Yeah…you never do." He knew what he about to say would probably shock Hermione.

"Hermione," he whispered, "me and Cedric were lovers."

So, you like, don't like? Leave a review! This is my first slash story, so I'd love to hear what you think! J