Harry sat in his room, getting up every now and then, and pacing around it. Cedric was coming to pick him up and take him on a date. It only took a few words to make it happen. It took words like 'godfather,' and 'mistreatment,' to make Uncle Vernon crack and allow it. It was about three o'clock, and Harry went downstairs to wait for Cedric. Uncle Vernon was a deep magenta.
"So what's this nancy boy's name again?" Uncle Vernon asked, as he read the morning paper.
"His name is Cedric." Harry said with a controlled voice. He heard a knock on the door and stood up, straightening his hair. Uncle Vernon got up faster and answered the door. Cedric stood there, dressed in muggle clothing, but still looking stunning.
His brown hair was swept to the side, and he wore a yellow shirt, and very tight black jeans. Harry had used magic at school to shrink his hand-me-downs to a manageable size.
"Hello, Sir," Cedric began. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Dursley." Uncle Vernon flushed a deep purple.
"Well, off with you Harry," he said harshly. "And if you could take him for the summer, that would be great." With a slam, the door was closed, and Harry looked at Cedric and smiled.
"Gosh, I love you" he breathed, hugging him tightly.
"I love you too, Harry. Was your uncle serious about you staying with us?" Cedric asked.
"Very."
"You can if you want. I was kind of planning on taking you to my dad's house anyways. My dad was mad at first when I told him about us, but Mum was absolutely thrilled." Cedric smiled, taking Harry's hand and walking down Private Drive, neighbours looking out of their windows in shock; nothing like this had ever occurred in the perfect Private Drive. He looked at Harry and winked.
"One, two, three!" he said, and with a crack! they were gone, reappearing in Hogsmead. They walked around, hand in hand, looking at the shops as they passed. Harry admired a handsome quill, which Cedric bought for him.
"Thanks babe!" Harry exclaimed. They walked around for hours and hours, getting a few butter beers at The Three Broomsticks. Madam Rosemerta gave them the drinks for free. About four hours later, they came back to the Dursley household.
"I know you want to come home with me, Harry, but Dumbledore probably wouldn't want it, and I know the Weasley's want to take you to the World Cup in a few weeks." Cedric said, giving Harry a gentle kiss. Cedric knocked on the door and waited until Mr. Dursley opened it.
"Well, come in, if you must." Uncle Vernon had said to them. They walked in awkwardly, and Aunt Petunia looked at them with a weird look in her face. It was almost anticipation.
"Won't you sup with us for dinner?" she asked, straightening up the frill of her pink dress, which she only wore for special occasions.
"That would be nice, Mrs. Dursley." Cedric said, with a charming smile. "Nice dress, Mrs. Dursley, and your necklace," he said, looking at her nice, diamond necklace. "is absolutely dazzling." She beamed at him, and set the food down on the table, and served it on fine china. They ate, and Dudley smirked at Harry and Cedric.
"So, Cedric," Uncle Vernon. started. "What do your parents do?"
"Well, my father works in the Ministry in the Department of International Relations, and my mother, she stays at home." Cedric said politely.
"What is your house like?" Aunt Petunia asked.
"Well, it is out in the country, and has a nice creek to the south, with a forest," he told them. "Our house is an old manor with five floors. We also have a pool inside too, and a wonderful garden out back." Harry closed his eyes, imagining it. It sounded very wonderful. The hour flew by, and it was rather pleasant. For the first time, the Dursley's were treating him right. At half past ten, Cedric went home by apperating. As Harry went up to his room, he heard Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia talking in an undertone.
"I think it's absolutely nice. He can't bring some trollop home and make another effing child of his kind." Uncle Vernon said.
"And that Cedric is absolutely charming. You know, maybe we were wrong about those kind of people." Aunt Petunia said to Uncle Vernon. Harry went up to his room and laid in his bed.