Main Pairings: Cedric/Harry, OMC/Draco Malfoy

Reason for Writing: I'm sure I'm not the only one who thought that the look on Cedric's face when he told Harry about the prefect's bathroom for the second task, his expression screamed "I want to fuck you senseless."

Prologue

Night time had fallen over Hogwarts and Harry was sound asleep in the infirmary, sore that he had lost his broom and the game because of the dementors. His friends had told him that Cedric Diggory, the Hufflepuff seeker and captain, asked for a redo, but Dumbledore did not want to risk another incident like that to happen. Unbeknownst to Madame Pomfrey, someone had entered the Hospital Wing and moved towards Harry's ward. Cedric Diggory had come to see how Harry was doing, hoping that the raven was still awake, but was disappointed. He sighed and approached the sleeping boy, and placed the several cards and sweets onto his nightstand. Although the Hufflepuff team was ecstatic to win the first game of the season, finding out the reason why made them all feel bad. Since they wouldn't have a rematch, Cedric got everyone to make cards and some even bought gifts for Harry.

"Hello?" A voice mumbled and Harry put on his glasses and stared sleepily at his visitor.

"Hello." Cedric said. "I came here to bring you these. They're from the Hufflepuff Quidditch team."

"Thank you." Harry said as he saw the several boxes of candy and cards. "Um, who are you?"

"Cedric Diggory, Hufflepuff Quidditch captain and Seeker." Harry's eyes became wide and he looked down at his sheets. Cedric sat on the chair next to the bed.

"Thank you." The younger boy said and surprised Cedric. "Thank you for asking to redo the match."

"We didn't win on fair terms." The Hufflepuff stated. "And I'm sorry."

"Sorry for what?" Harry asked with a confused expression.

"I was so caught up in the game, so focused on winning that when everyone screamed louder, I thought it was cheering." Cedric said slowly, guilt was clear in his grey eyes. "It was only when I got the Snitch and turned around did I see you falling. If I hadn't been so competitive, maybe I could've…"

Harry felt bad. He heard about Cedric; he was handsome, popular, intelligent and friendly. Now, someone as kind as him felt guilt over something he had no control of.

"It's alright." The raven said. "Professor Dumbledore was able to save me and he was sure the dementors would stay out, they said he was furious after the match."

"He was indeed. It was one of the scariest things I've ever seen in my life." Cedric pointed out with a smile and Harry smiled as well.

"So, what's it like, facing a dementor?" Cedric asked out of the blue. "I've read about them and we had a lecture not too long ago."

He and Harry had spent the past few minutes eating some of the sweets brought to him and talking about Quidditch.

"Dementors make us relive our worst memories. Our pain becomes their power." Harry said softly, remembering what Professor Lupin told him. "It's probably the worst thing I'll ever do."

"And, if you don't mind me asking, what is that memory of yours?" Cedric asked.

Harry looked at the older boy. He wondered why he felt so comfortable around him, why he was open to share everything with him, even though they just met.

"It was the night my parents died." He said and Cedric placed the box of Bertie Bott's onto the nightstand. "I hear several faint explosions, must've been my father, fending off You-Know-Who, and then I hear my mother screaming."

Without thinking, Cedric took Harry's hand and for some unknown reason, Harry didn't pull it away.

"Do you want to know my worst memory?" Cedric asked, his hand still holding Harry's. "First a little background. Before I was eleven, my family lived in this Muggle neighbourhood. I had Muggle friends and went to a Muggle school. I was eight and it was the last day of school. I got seven out of eight A+'s. The other one was an A-, so I thought it was a still pretty good year." Harry nodded, but saw Cedric's face darkening. "My father didn't think so. When he saw that A-, he exploded. Yelled and…beat me."

Cedric looked down, shaking slightly. Harry squeezed the older boy's hand, whispering comforting words. They were silent for a while, their hands giving comfort to one another. The Hufflepuff finally looked up, his grey eyes staring into Harry's green ones. Harry felt his heart skip a bit and mouth go dry. Suddenly, the curtain opened to reveal a very angry Madame Pomfrey.

"Mr. Diggory, I gave you no permission to be here." She said.

"I'm sorry Madame Pomfrey." Cedric said as he pulled away his hand. "It's just that…"

"Professor Dumbledore sent him." Harry cut in and the other two stared at him. "He wanted to check up on me himself, but something came up. So he sent Cedric instead, right?"

Cedric nodded and the mediwitch looked between them both.

"Alright, just hurry up Mr. Diggory, it's nearly curfew." Madame Pomfrey said then left. The two students stared at each other for a while before chuckling.

"So, I guess I'll see you around." Harry said.

"Sure." Cedric said and winked before leaving.