Disclaimer: Not mine.
A/N: Well, this is my first attempt at a Cedric/Harry, and if you like it then check out my C2 (please). I'll have you know I attempted five times to make it a fluffy fic, but angst just hands itself to me on a platter. It's not very fluffy, because it's mostly an experiment with some descriptive wording. The different him's and he's may get confusing, but just attempt to wade through it.
He watches.
He watches him, that boy of fourteen who inexplicably draws him in like a moth to a flame.
He watches until everyone knows that Cedric Diggory is lost in love with Harry Potter; everyone but Harry Potter himself.
He watches until his gray eyes burn with sadness and painful joy when he spies unruly black hair, and people who he has never met throw him sympathetic glances in the corridors.
He watches him smile and laugh, hating him for being happy when his own heart is wrenching in two, but rejoicing in the sight all the same.
He watches until it has become a common occurrence for his eyes to be fixed to Gryffindor Table, and he knows that even the professors look upon him with sorrow.
He watches the one that brings light to his life and douses it in the same instant, and he can no longer feel his heart beat.
He watches until the world roars in his ears and it's all he can do to get by; craving the sight of that simple, lovable boy like a drug, and he hates, hates himself for opening his heart and getting it broken.
He watches the only thing that means love, hope, laughter and joy to him, and he cries himself to sleep at night because he can never have him; he's too good for him.
He watches, and watches, and watches until it's all he can do.
Because watching is all he can ever hope to do.