Jealousy

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of the characters, they belong to J.K Rowling and Warner Bros.

Warnings: (Overall story) Slash, strong language, homophobia, some violence and some adult content.

A/N: So I was reading some Harry/Cedric fan fictions online and had the sudden urge to write one of my own. Hope you like, I would really appreciate it if you reviewed with your thoughts as this is my first HP fan fiction x This is set in Harry's third year and there is no Voldemort x

Chapter 1: Why do I do this?

Harry was staring at him again.

Why do I do this? He asked himself for the umpteenth time, but again, could not find an answer.

"Harry, what are you staring at?" Asked Hermione Granger, successfully pulling Harry out of his own thought process.

"N..nothing." He muttered quickly, turning back to face the Gryffindor table, it occurred to him that he should try and eat something.

"Well, anyway..." continued Hermione, "I was just saying that we should all go and see Hagrid later, and ask him about Buckbeak's trial..."

"That bloody git," said Ron, with venom in his voice, obviously referring to Draco Malfoy. "He's still wearing that cast! Nothing's wrong with him!"

"Are you coming, Harry?" Hermione pressed.

"Err...sure..." he answered immediately, but honestly he hadn't listened to a word of their conversation, instead, his gaze had wandered back to the Hufflepuff table, and more importantly, Cedric Diggory. Harry caught himself staring at Cedric a lot. He couldn't help it, Cedric was just too beautiful.

Harry loved the way the light danced on his light brown hair, or the way the slender muscles of his body would flex whenever he moved. Harry was completely infatuated with someone he had never spoken too and he knew it all too well.

Soon after, the bell for first lesson went, interrupting his ogling. Sighing heavily to himself, Harry picked up his book bag and made for the door, following Ron and Hermione. Hermione was walking briskly in front of him whilst Ron was dragging his feet.

Before they left the great hall, Harry snuck one last glance at the handsome Hufflepuff. Briefly wondering why he did this;

when he knew that Cedric Diggory would never be his.

...

Harry grudgingly stepped into the potions classroom and kept his head down as he made his way to his table. He already hated potions for many reasons, reason number one was the potions master, Professor Snape. Snape hated Harry with a vengeance and Harry had no idea why, and he would take any opportunity to deduct house points from Gryffindor. Even if Harry so much as sneezed.

Reason number two was the Slytherins, Gryffindor's and Slytherin's were mortal enemies by nature, and Slytherin's most evil student, Draco Malfoy, was the son of one of Harry's father's worst enemies, Lucius. Lucius and James had never liked each other since they were in Hogwarts, and their hatred was passed down to their children.

Harry still hung onto this because he somehow felt that that was what his father would have wanted. Harry tried to hang onto anything his father did, and his mother. Lily and James Potter had died almost two years ago. As they had both worked for the ministry, they had both been inside the ministry of magic when an escaped prisoner had burnt it down. Harry now lived with his godfather, Sirius Black, but he was still trying to come to terms with his parent's death. It didn't bother him so much now, but it did bother him.

In fact, that's what had prompted him to come out in his second year. His parent's had always wanted him to be honest, so he was honest. But he never expected the bullying to be as bad as it was; and that was the third reason why potions lesson's had become so unbearable.

"Hey, Potter, are you staring at me!" Goyle exclaimed.

"He probably fancies you." Said Malfoy.

"Ewwwww!" exclaimed Pansy Parkinson, revolted.

Harry kept his eyes to the ground as he joined Ron and Hermione at the table.

"Don't listen to them, Harry." Hermione told him, Harry smiled shallowly up at them, trying to prove it didn't affect him.

But it did.

"Alright, class-" began Snape in his nasally voice, "today we will be learning..."

"Professor!" Malfoy whined.

"What is it, Malfoy?" Asked Snape unenthusiastically.

Harry huffed, he knew that if he had been the one who had interrupted, he would be given detention.

"Potter keeps staring at me and it's making me uncomfortable!"

Harry clenched the sides of his desk with both hands, Hermione and Ron stared at him wearily. Snape overlooked Harry for a long moment. "10 points from Gryffindor."

Every person from the Gryffindor house began to protest in earnest.

"That's not fair!" Began Ron, "Harry didn't do anything..."

"Be quiet, Mr. Weasley, or I will give you detention." Said Snape in a hard voice.

"But..." continued Ron, having none of it.

"Don't, Ron," said Harry, "It doesn't matter." Continued Harry, staring at the floor dejectedly. There was no reason for Ron to get himself into trouble because Malfoy made a snide comment.

After all, Harry was used to it.

...

As soon as the bell for the end of lesson went, Harry bolted from the classroom without so much as a word to Ron or Hermione. He wasn't upset, he just needed to be alone.

He didn't go to the great hall for dinner like everyone else, he began to walk lazily through the corridors of Hogwarts, not thinking about anything in particular. It occurred to him that next weekend the third years would be able to go to Hogsmeade for the first time; and thinking about this cheered Harry up greatly. He finally began to feel better and decided to join his friends in the great hall, but it was when he turned a corner to make his way to the great hall that his heart plummeted to the ground.

It occurred to Harry that if he didn't wear his heart on his sleeve he might not get hurt so much, but then it also occurred to him that he wouldn't get hurt if Cedric Diggory and his stupid girlfriend Cho Chang didn't snog each other openly in the corridor.

Harry quickly turned before they could discover him and walked in the other direction, but he couldn't get the image of his Cedric, kissing someone else.

His stomach began to knot up and very soon he was feeling quite sick, and as that familiar and consuming feeling engulfed him, Harry wondered why he did this.

He knew this feeling well;

It was jealously.