A/N: Hi. I was reading some CD/HP and this came to me so I just had to write it as it has been too long since I wrote something with Cedric in it. It's for all the fab people who are waiting for the next chapter of my other CD/HP fic.
Disclaimer: I own nothing at all. All JK's.
Word count: 150
Cold
Harry loved Christmas. Christmas made the castle cold and Harry loved it like that.
While the people around him wrapped themselves in scarves and hats and gloves and many many coats he wandered the castle corridors and grounds in a thin t-shirt and, more often than not, shorts.
His friends thought he was weird, he was sure Dumbledore thought that Voldemort was possessing him and wanted to kill him by making him catch pneumonia, but he didn't care.
He didn't notice the cold against his skin, the snowflakes that landed on his nose felt warm and the icy breeze the swayed the trees made him feel alive. And it was all because he was kept warm by the knowledge that when he returned to his private room Cedric would be there waiting for him with a mug of hot cocoa and a kiss, telling him off for being so stupid.
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