Hello all!! A new story off to a happy start, I believe!! This is the prequel to my Draco/Harry story. Harry is much younger in this story, so there isn't much cursing, and his whole general mien is different and more innocent. I'm not sure if that will change as the story continues, so rating is subject to change. PLEASE REVIEW!!

Disclaimer: I don't own these characters, I just write about them how I sometimes wish was reality..

Everyone leaves me and I sink into my hospital bed sighing. Ugh. I fell off my broom. Mortification beyond belief.

I hear the hospital wing door open. Oh my god, I moan. Who could it be now? My jaw drops to see Cedric Diggory coming towards me.

"What are you doing here?" I ask dumbfounded.

"I wanted to see how you were doing." He sits down in one of the visitor's chairs next to the hospital bed.

Cedric Diggory? Wanting to see how I was? "Why?" I ask him.

"Well, you fell off your broom see…"

I sigh and roll my eyes. "I know I fell off my broom. I'm not that thick. But why are you here?"

"To apologize."
"Apologize?"
"Yeah. I swear, I tried to call it off; I hadn't notice you'd fallen. It wasn't a fair win."

"It's fine. Everyone's already explained it to me a dozen times. But it was fair. You caught the snitch before me," I sound as if I'm explaining quidditch to a four year old.

"But it's your first loss, I remember mine. I was quite disgruntled."

I sigh again. "I'm a big boy. I'll live."

Cedric studies me. "You're a fantastic flyer," he finally says. "I've noticed you. You don't even seem to be on a broomstick. It's as if it's as natural to you as walking."
"Er…thanks," I say blushing at the compliment.

"You're pretty banged up," Cedric says taking in the state of my face.

"I'm fine," I say.

"Still gorgeous though," Cedric says casually.

Confused at his words I ask, "What?"

"I said you're still as gorgeous as ever."
I scrunch my eyebrows together trying to understand him.

"I told you I noticed you," Cedric says.

"Er, yeah, well, I didn't know you meant… like that," I say knowing that secretly I had wanted it to be…like that.

"How could I not?" Cedric asks. He touches my and lightly. My heart involuntarily jumps and I feel a shock shoot up my arm.

Of course, I've noticed him too. One of the most popular guys at Hogwarts. Gorgeous. Talented. Gorgeous.

I don't pull my hand away from Cedric but I don't say anything either.

"Harry?" Cedric whispers.

"Y-yeah?" I answer shakily.

"I think you are the most amazing person I have ever met," he proclaims looking straight into my eyes and I know this is no joke, "And I was wondering," Cedric continues, "if it would be alright if I could have the honor of kissing you?"

I stare at Cedric, stunned. I don't speak and he searches my face for a response. My heart flutters ever faster as I find myself whispering, "Yes."

Cedric leans downward and his lips graze mine before my mind can realize what I've just said. My heart seems as if it will burst out of my chest at how fast it is beating. I part my lips surprising myself and kiss him back. The kiss is over too soon. Cedric smiles at me and I smile tentatively back.

"Thanks," he says, "See you later," He squeezes my hand affectionately and without another word he disappears.

I am left stunned with the feeling of his lips etched into my nerves forever.

*

Sitting in the Great Hall with Ron and Hermione I pick at my eggs unnoticing glancing up at the Hufflepuff table. Cedric is talking to about a dozen of his friends. They probably were not all his friends, just those who wish they were.

Cedric glances up and I drop my gaze praying to God he didn't see me looking. How very uncool.

"You okay, Harry?" Hermione asks concernedly.

"Of course he's not, Hermione!" Ron says exasperatedly, "How many times do I have to explain in to you? He's lost his first match and his Nimbus 2000. You know what he has to ride now? A…" But Ron is interrupted by an enchanted paper airplane crashing into the eggs in the middle of the table.

"What's that?" Hermione asks dropping the Daily Prophet.

The outside of the paper airplane says "Harry Potter". Notes written in paper airplanes are the new fad. Looking up in the Great Hall at any given time would show you over 100 airplanes flying about the ceiling.

I pick my paper airplane up slowly and unfold the wings.

Take a picture, Beautiful, it'll last longer.

I blush at the words. Beautiful? What a choice of words.

I fold the paper and resisting the urge to look at the Hufflepuff table.

"Who's it from?" Ron asks.

"N-nobody," I say blushing.

"Ooh! Is it a girl?" Hermione coos.

"No!" I say in a defensive tone.

"Uh-huh," Ron says helping himself to third helpings. Hermione goes back to her newspaper. I risk another look at Cedric.

He catches my eye and smiles. I feel my breath escape my lungs at the valiant smile. I can't find the muscles to curl my lips to smile in return.

Finally, it hits me. OH my god, I think and drop my gaze to my plate, my face hotter still. I Like him, I realize. I REALLY like him. But then that means…

I choke on the pumpkin juice I have just swallowed. That means…I'm gay.

I jump at the thought as though I'll be struck down my lightning any second at this realization. I look at Ron and Hermione who are completely oblivious to my epiphany.

Ron…Hermione. What would they say if they knew? I can't tell them. It'd be impossible. No. Would it? Yes, it would. God, I don't know! I can't handle this. I stand up abruptly.

"What is it, mate?" Ron asks me.

"Er, St-stomach ache," I mumble. I rush out of the Great Hall seriously thinking I am about to throw up.