This is a fic/ficlet I'd written quite some time back... it's kind of enjoyable, I hope... that you like it!
The first time I'd come across him was in year one. He was in his third year. At that point that two-year gap was a huge barrier between us. It never brought me to believe myself when I thought that I liked him… However hard I tried, I couldn't bring myself to admit it. I was shy. I was embarrassed. He was smart, intelligent, and Quidditch captain. And, I was? A nerdy first year… I was just Cedric Diggory.
Five years had gone by with me living in silence. Quietly praying that nobody had noticed me casting side glances at the tall Oliver Wood, whom I held so high, hoping every moment that I could be like him. I tried hard at Quidditch and studies. Yet, I was not good enough for Oliver.
I brooded in the Shadows, silently watching Oliver in his perfection. I watched him during meals, Quidditch matches, and when he practiced. I could hardly believe that people could be so blind as to not have noticed my obsession with that perfect teenage boy…
But then, every thing seemed to change. When I glanced at my reflection in the mirror I'd despised all my life, I found a handsome young boy looking back at me. My world started spinning at a gained pace, as I was made Quidditch Captain. I was doing well in studies. I had finally become my dad's perfect boy. If he only knew...
I still loved Oliver, when I came across a mentally traumatizing fact. I'd have to face him in a Quidditch match.Even though my team was doing well, I thought that I simply could not face Oliver as an opponent. But, as I looked at the hopeful faces of my teammates and house-mates, I knew that I had to do it. I had to play, and I had to win.
The snitch was just a few inches away from my hand. And yes! I'd caught it… But, as I did so, the Stadium seemed to fill with a deafening silence. I looked around, and met a horrible sight, that seemed to bring my seemingly perfect world to meet an unfortunate crash. There was Harry's unconscious form, lying on the ground...
I tried to call it off. I knew that we would have won anyway, but just the sight of Harry told me that I was doing the right thing. But – "no means no, Diggory." Was the only response I could get out of Madam Hooch.
I, feeling down, began walking back to the Hufflepuff dressing room, ready for a grand cheer, yet so unready.
But, on the way, something drew me back. The Gryffindor dressing Room. The door was open in an almost inviting manner. I assumed that all of them had gone to meet Harry in the Hospital wing. But, only when I entered the room, that I realized that it wasn't quite empty…
Oliver Wood. Standing across the room, looking depressed.
Before I could bring about to think clearly, I dashed across the room, as Oliver looked at me. I had been prepared to face his anger, hatred or even disappointment… but, no…
He looked at me, with no emotion shadowing his handsome face. Anything, just not this... We just stood there, face to face… I had nothing to say, though I desperately wanted to break the silence… and then, suddenly…
I found myself hugging him back. As if reading my mind, he said, "You don't know how much I needed this." And he rested his head on my shoulder, as I comfortingly patted his back.
And, I don't know what happened next, because, I found myself drawing back, and then cupping his face with my hands, I kissed him. The kiss was soft and brief.
...and sudden. I suddenly realized what I'd just done, uncertainly, I drew back and looked into his deep, dark, brown eyes. Shit! I just let go off a friendship that could've been! I mumbled a few words of apology, "Am just tired... I'll go now." And, I turned around to leave.
But, I was stopped. He held my wrist. With a smile, he nodded and placed a gentle peck on my forehead...
I never realized that the perfect Oliver Wood could ever like me. Guess I was wrong… "Cedric, I think you are perfect…"
A/N : Now for the essential part - review !!
Another A/N : This was previously posted under the pen name of - Don't Doubt that I'm Weird... and hence, I'd like to thank imakeeper for instilling love for Oliver Wood within my veins !