Title:The Two Hogwart Champions
Genre:Romance, Angst
Pairings:Cedric/Harry, Cedric/Cho, Ron/Hermione
Rating:R
Warnings:Slash, Homosexual Activity, Sexual Activity, Violence
Authors Notes:After seeing the new Goblet of Fire Movie, I had to write a Cedric Harry Slash. The whole movie had hints of it... Atleast in my opinion.
Disclaimer:I own nothing, J.K. Rowling owns all names, characters, and well... everything.
Chapter One - The Quidditch World Cup
It seemed that Harry had been walking for hours. Him and the Weasleys had been woken up at three in the morning by Mr Weasley, and they were now striding through the woods. They had asked Mr Weasley many times as to where they were going, but to no avail.
"Dad, Where are we going?" asked Fred, resisting the urge to yawn. Harry really wanted to know what he had got up at three in the morning for, but he knew the answer they were going to get from Mr Weasley.
"I've told you Fred, you'll find out when we get there, but trust me, once you know what it is, it'll be worth it, Ah, Amos!" Mr Weasley cried, as he saw a ruddy-faced wizard with a scrubby brown beard walking torwards them.
"Arthur! How nice to see you, these all yours?" The Wizard replied, reffering to the children. Mr Weasley finally realised what Amos had said and replied "Wha.. Oh, No, just the redheads. This is Hermione Granger, a friend of Ronald's, and this is Harry Potter. Well, he dosen't need much of an introduction,
does he?". Amos' eyes widened.
"Merlin's Beard! Harry Potter!". Harry was used to people staring at his forehead whenever they met, but he still hated it.Quickly realising the confusion on everyone's face, he introduced the Wizard. "Children, this is Amos Diggory, he works in the Department forthe Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures.. Umm, Amos? Is Cedric not coming?" asked Mr Weasley, obviously expecting somebody else. Amos furrowed his brow in confusion.
"Are you kidding? Cedric wouldn't miss this for the world!" Amos replied, with a look on his face to ask if Mr Weasley was insane. At this point, Harry jumped backward, because he wasn't expecting an extremely handsome, tall boy of around seventeen to jump out of the tree above them. He landed gracefully,
and smiled, showing a mouth full of straight, white, teeth.
"Ah! Cedric! How nice to see you again. Everyone, have you met Cedric yet? You remember, he beat Griffindor at Quidditch in Ron's third year." Mr Weasley exclaimed having finally realised that Cedric would be joining them. Cedric looked around at everyone, and caught Harry's eye, and smiled, as if he knew something about Harry that Harry didn't.
"Hi everyone," Cedric said, his eyes travelling over the group again, his eyes resting on Harrys. Harry smiled at Cedric, and was pleased when Cedric Returned it. Harry had never heard anyone with such a smooth voice as Cedric. Everyone replied 'Hi' except for Fred and George, they hadn't quite forgiven him for beating them at Quidditch. Instead, they glared at him, their eyebrows lowering over their eyes. Harry felt an intense surge of anger torwards the twins.
"That'll be something to tell your children, won't it Ced? You beat Harry Potter, and I'm sure that Harry would say that the best man won." Amos said with a Large Smile spread across his face, as if HE had just beat Harry Potter at Quidditch.
"Well, isn't this exciting? The Qui.." Cedric started to say, but Amos Inturrupted.
"Cedric! Umm... maybe we should go and look for it, Arthur"
"Uh, yeah Ok, It's pretty old, so it must be around here somewhere." Mr Weasley said, turning and looking on the floor. The Weasleys, Harry, Hermione, and the Diggorys were looking for this 'not new' object for fifteen minutes before..
"Umm, Dad? Is this it?" called Cedric holding up an old brown boot. Amos turned to face his Son, loked carefully before calling "Arthur, Cedric's found it! Arthur!" Mr Weasley beckoned for them to follow him, as he walked torwards Cedric.
"all touch it, a finger will do." Mr Weasley informed the others. Harry, wondering why they were all gathering round an old boot, touched it anyway. He felt Warm breath on the back of his neck. Harry felt it was pleasing, warming up the back of his neck that was still cold from the icy morning. He turned to see whose breath was so utterly pleasing, to find that it was Cedric, He turned to face the old boot again, trying hard not to like Cedrics breath, before he felt as if a hook behind his navel had been jerked forwards, He was flying upwards, along with everyone else, their fingers stuck to the boot, as if their fingers were magnetically attracted to the boot. He felt Ron and Hermione's shoulders banging into his, and he felt Cedric behind him. Everyone's fingers released, and they all fell onto the dewey grass beneath them, Harry's hands skimmed the glass looking for his glasses. Harry felt a gentle nudge on his back, and he turned to see a severely blurred figure. The blurred figure held out their hand, and Harry reached out to take it. He felt something in the persons hand and decided they were offering him something. They were his glasses. Harry placed them carefully on his nose, and looked up. It was Cedric.
He held out his hand again, and Harry took it again. Cedric's arm felt so gentle, and there wasn't too much muscle either. Cedric pulled Harry up, just as Harry stood up anyway. Harry fell straight into Cedric's chest. It felt so warm. Harry looked up to thank Cedric, but he couldn't open his mouth. They looked into eachothers eyes, and Harry felt as if the whole world had dissapeared. Cedric was the one who chose to break the silence.
"Dad? Can I tell them where we are now?" He asked, turning to face his Dad, which was rather difficult because Harry was still on his chest.
"Sure, son" Amos replied, trying not to look at Harry.
"We," Cedric announced, "are at the Quidditch World Cup!" Harry's face lit up straight away. Didhe hear Cedric right? The Quidditch World Cup? Mr Weasley and Mr Diggory informed everyone that their tents were ondifferent campsites. Harry waved goodbye to Cedric and Amos, and Walked torwards their Campsite. When they arrived, Harry and Hermione helped Mr Weasleyput up the tent, as he didn't seem to understand how to put one up, and Harry only realised how small it was when they finished. It was a one-man tent,and it was going to have to hold nine people, once Bill and Charlie arrived. But when Harry entered the tent, he was amazed. It was about the size of a small house. There was a fireplace sorounded by mismatching chairs and pouffes, and Mr Weasley told them that it had five bedrooms. The Weasleys, Harry and Hermione ran around the house for the next hour unpacking, and choosing rooms. Mr Weasley started up a fire outside, and called everyone down. Harry walked out of the door, and stopped in midstep. Cedric and Amos Diggory were gathered around Mr Weasleys fire,
trying to work out how to start it without magic, Cedric seemed to be closest though. He had two peices of wood, and was tapping them together on the small pile of oak. Harry walked up behind Cedric, and guided his hands for him. Together, they eventually got a fire going, Cedric thanking Harry for this new technique of lighting a fire. They sat around the fire, cooking any food they had, (Cedric needed a bit of help with that too) until Mr Weasleys head emerged from the tent.
"It is time" He said loudly, hoping to get more than the Weasleys, Diggorys, Harry and Hermione moving torwards the stadium.
The Weasleys lounged around in their tent for the rest of the day. Harry and Ron were playing Wizards Chess in the corner, Hermione was snuggled in one of the armchairs by the fireplace, reading 'Quidditch through the Ages', and Everyone else was in their rooms. The Irish were setting off many fireworks and explosions in the event of their victory.There was a movement at the front flap of the tentand Harry looked up to see what it was. Amos Diggory's head poked through the flaps, looked around, and then said;
"Arthur in?". Harry thought this was a rather odd thing to say, but called Mr Weasley anyway. Mr Weasley fumbled into the living room, looking rather odd, saw Amos, and smiled.
"Ah, Amos! is there anything I can help you with?" He asked looking a bit to the right of Amos, as if he was drunk. Amos called forward Arthur, and Mr Weasley went to the front of the tent and started a conversation with Amos. Harry's pawn smashed Ron's bishop into several large peices and Ron had to duck to avoid a peice in his eye. Harry turned to face the entrance of the tent, and saw Amos enter into the tent... who was followed by Cedric. Harry fell backwards of his chair, and hit his head hard against the wall. Cedric ran over and pulled up Harry's head and looked at Harry, his eyes full of worry.
"Harry, are you okay? What happened?" He asked, supporting Harry's head.
"Yeah, I'm fine. It was.. um.. the Wizards chess.. made me jump." Harry lied. He didn't really want anyone to know that he had fallen backwards because of Cedric. Cedric pulled Harry up to his feet again, much the way he had after the portkey trip. Now Harry wasn't in pain, he could finally see what Cedric was wearing. He was wearing a deep blue pair of night-trousers, that were slightly baggy at the bottom. He was also wearing a tight white teeshirt, which seemed to make Harry stare. Harry also noted that he was wearing a small golden locket around his neck. Harry quickly snapped out of his daydream, and thanked Cedric.
"So, Cedric.. What are you doing here?" Hary asked, happy to see Cedric again.
"Oh, our pitch was right next to the Irish, and well, you can hear 'em from here can't you?" Cedric replied, a grin spread across his face. "Mr Weasley let us stay here for the night. We all doubt that the Irish are going to stop until morning." Harry's stomach did a funny flip-flop. Did Cedric say he was staying the Night? Harry wondered why he seemed so excited about this. Thought for a moment, until he came to the conclusion. It's because Harry had never had anyone stay overnight. Yes, that MUST be it.
"So, umm, Harry, what do you wanna do?" Cedric said. He blushed and was clearly embarrassed. Harry suggested they had a bottle of butterbeer. Harry, Cedric,
Ron and Hermione all sat around the warming fireplace, on mismatched chairs, a bottle in each of their hands. Hermione was still nose deep in her book, and Harry, Cedric, and Ron talked about the Quidditch World Cup. Ron kept trying to bring Krum, the Bulgarian Chaser, into the conversation.
"I'm telling you... Krum's like an eagle the way he.. rides the wind!" He kept saying, which Harry and Cedric decided to sing love songs about Ron and Krum.
That shut him up. Mr Weasley trodded around the corner of the corrier where the bedrooms were. He then Realised that Harry, Ron, and Cedric were the only ones awake. Hermione had fallen asleep onto 'Boys who love Quidditch too much', and Ron lifted up her up carefully, and carried her off to hers and Ginny's bedroom.
"You two better get off to bed too, you know." Mr Weasley said, filling a glass with water. Cedric looked confused, then turned to face Mr Weasley.
"Mr Weasley," He called, "where am I sleeping?" Mr Weasley pondered for a moment.
"Well, Amos is in with me, you can't go with the girls, so I guess you could go with Fred and George, Bill and Charlie, or Ron and Harry." He stated.
Cedric blushed as Mr Weasley said 'Ron and Harry', but he didn't go the shade of scarlet that Harry did when Cedric said;
"Can I bunk in with Harry and Ron?"
Mr Weasley thought about this, told Cedric he could go where he pleased, except for the girl's room, and His own.
Cedric asked Harry to lead the way to his bedroom, and Harry obliged. He led Cedric around the corner of the tent, and into his and Ron's bedroom. Ron was fast asleep, fully clothed.. on the floor. Harry tried not to laugh at him as he snuggled into the bed. He didn't want to undress in front of Cedric. Cedric didn't get undressed, either. Although, he did take off his shirt. Harry tried hard not too look at that chiseled chest, that had just the right amount of muscle.
Cedric got into Ron's bed, as Ron was still on the floor, and Snuggled up into it. He looked over at Harry and blushed.
"Night, Harry." He whispered.
"Night, Cedric." Harry whispered back. Cedric grabbed his wand, pointed his wand at his head and whispered an incantation. He fell asleep instantly. Harry to imitate Cedric's actions, but couldn't work it out. He tried to get asleep but he couldn't. Half an hour later, Harry gave up trying to get to sleep, and got up to get a glass of water. When Harry past Ron's bed, he couldn't help but look at Cedric. He stared at Cedric's face, and thought to himself; 'Cedric's not THAT bad really, He's actually kind of cute when he's asleep.'
'What'
'No, I am NOT gay'
Harry kept thinking this over to himself.. 'No, I can't be gay, every teenager is confused at some point, right?'. Harry didn't sleep at all.. until his eyelids forced themselves to be bolted shut.