"Un -"
Summary: Your love is unrequited, your lover is untouchable and your ending is unfair…the darker side of love. Cedric/Harry one shot.
Disclaimer: If this was mine, I would routinely do the funky chicken in all my natural glory whilst singing loudly, I would also be clinically insane.
a/n: I feel like I am jumping on the bandwagon somewhat with this ship, but, I just love it too much; somehow though, I can't see Harry returning Cedric's feelings, poor boy, and so back to the unrequited love thing we came. I have also tried to make Cedric a darker character than he seems to come across in most fics, this is more obsessive, more passionate, probably more wrong and shaming too, but I am oddly proud of it. If you know of any similar stories please let me know.
"Nothing is serious except passion." – O.Wilde
Sometimes all it takes is one look and someone you barely know is instantaneously the most important person in your life. Strange how one touch of the hand can leave you breathless, one small clench of the jaw makes you want to cushion him from the world, how one smile can make your eyes sparkle and your heart ache. They say love works in mysterious ways, and this love is certainly different to any love you have felt before; it clings like poison ivy to your bones, poisons your blood and makes your breath thick and heavy, a single word echoes tauntingly, tortuously in your mind
'unrequited…'
This love goes against your status, your expectations, your carefully constructed desires and finally climaxes - frustrated - alone, ashamed, defiant.
'untouchable…'
And when you compete your body is on fire, when he wins you swell with pride and when you win you fill with ugly triumph and want to dominate, ignore decorum and responsibility and crush his exhausted lips and dimmed eyes with your own passionate lips and shout to all the lesser beings, who can't understand the pain your love causes, the pain your love wants to cause, that he is yours. That nothing would take him away.
Frustration and desire and caution and shame mingle, difficult to control, culminating in fierce dreams where you leave bruises on his arms with your desperate grip and he bites your lip in ecstasy. The fierce upwards forcing of the soul to a place where there are only two and there is bliss and pain and joy and hope and passion. No perfection.
'unfair…'
And as you hear the words, the last words you will ever hear, a powerful longing explodes and finally you are together in your soul, drowning in his bright green eyes, the pain of death enhancing the sweet ecstasy of resolution, arching for the final thrust of glory. And you are one as you always hoped to be, as you never could be.
Unrequited.
Untouchable.
Unfair…
"This passion for beauty is merely the intensified desire for life." – O. Wilde
A/N: R&R. super large chocolate bar of your choice if you do!
Katie