Alrighty Mis amigos. Last chapter was really really short, so I'm going to try and make this one longer. Also, my grammar and all that has been a bit silly because of sleep deprivation. Sorry. AH well. Also, not bitter just twisted requested Lupin/Sirius, which I will write, but it will be a bit later on, when you actually see Sirius at Hogsmeade. Lupin will be there and stuff, and then after you meet them both there will be a bonus chappie full of smut.
Apparently, Harry had been misled. So far, the year was pretty normal. Except for Mad-eye's unconventional teaching methods, school had been going just like it had in past years. Cedric had yet to make a major appearance, although Harry had caught Cedric eyeing him in the dining hall a couple of times. Harry had also been caught eyeing Cedric. And not just by the bronze-haired boy himself, but also by Hermione. He managed to convince her each time that he had a lot on his mind and couldn't help but stare into space. For the brightest witch of her age, sometimes Hermione could be quite gullible. He was walking with her then, and Ron too. Ron and Harry were talking about how cruel having double potions was, while Hermione just rolled her eyes. Their conversation stuttered to a standstill when the trio saw the gigantic gathering built up in the halls. Harry tried to see what they were gathered around, but all he could see was some poster hung up. Ron, being the tallest, was the only one who could see, so he read it aloud.
"Says there that some fancy other schools are coming over for the Tri-Wizard Tournament on the day before Halloween. The last class will be cut half an hour short an' we haff to put our bags up in the dormitory" Ron said. Harry smiled after a moment.
"Brilliant! Potions will be cut short!" Harry said, that small victory brightening his day. Ron beamed in agreement. Some Jigglypuffle or whatever said something about having to tell Cedric, and Harry's head snapped toward the speaker, turning his attention to the possibility of speaking with the Bronze-haired Prefect. Harry soon realized Cedric was nowhere near, but it also became clear that it would give Harry and excuse to stalk the older boy.
"Would you excuse me for a moment?" Harry asked his friends. Ron raised an eyebrow and Hermione was a bit thrown off, but Harry didn't care, and left without a word. Harry charged up to his bed and found the Mauraders Map and spied that the bronze haired Quigglepuffy or whatever it was and headed toward his location. Cedric seemed to be wandering the hallways with a couple of his friends, which Harry hoped would disappear by the time he got to the tall and handsome prefect. Harry didn't get his wish. Harry sighed and gathered his confidence and stepped out in front of Cedric. They made eye contact. Harry nearly swooned, getting lost in those stormy grey eyes, but snapped out of it and opened his mouth to speak
"Hello Harry" Cedric said. He motioned for his friends, one Ravenclaw and one Hussiepoofer or whatever they're called, to leave. They did.
"Hi Ced. Just wanted to make sure you knew the other schools were coming this Friday." Harry said, instantly realizing how pathetic he sounded. He started to sweat, and decided to talk about something that could actually lead to a conversation, instead of stating something as idiotic as what he just did. "Do you think you're going to enter the Tournament?" Now Harry could see Cedric's eyes brighten.
"Yeah. I know it's really unlikely for me to get in, but… I don't know, it just sounds so exciting" Cedric said, nervously running a hand through his beautiful bronze hair that shone darker in the dim corridors of the school.
"Yeah. Sounds frightening too though." Harry said, his mind being unable to produce anything more interesting.
"Yeah, but the worst part of it all is that they canceled Quidditch" Cedric said, possibly trying to lighten the mood.
"I know! And just after I saw the World Cup! Just isn't fair!" Harry said, actually distressed about it. Cedric was nodding enthusiastically and smiling warmly. So warm that Harry felt himself heat. Harry hoped his blush wasn't visible.
"You know, we could play a little game just ourselves" Cedric said. It may not have been intended to seduce, but to Harry, that was a sentence he could masturbate to. "It would just be seeking of course, but who knows. Could be fun!" Cedric said.
"I would love that!" Harry said, trying and failing to not sound desperate for some Quidditch. Cedric practically beamed.
"You want to meet me on the Quidditch Pitch right after dinner? Bring your broom, an I'll bring a Snitch. Maybe this time I'll win fair and Square, eh?" Cedric said.
"Doubtful!" Harry said, giving the taller boy a light punch on the arm. Cedric laughed and told Harry to not be late. Cedric started to run after his friends who managed to not be entirely out of sight. They had probably been waiting. Oh well. Harry couldn't wait for that night. All of Harry's classes went by in a blur, mostly spent with Harry trying to imagine how it could go. Most of Harry's imaginings led either to an embarrassing failure, or ended in hot sex. Harry knew neither was likely, but that didn't chase the thoughts out of Harry's head. Finally it was time, and Harry ran without a word to his two best friends. He got to the Quidditch Pitch out of breath and tired, but so pumped with adrenaline that he could barely stand still. Cedric was already there. Harry tried to calm himself as he walked toward the Bronze haired boy, who looked absolutely stunning in his Black and Yellow Quidditch robes.
"Hello Harry!" The boy said, obviously excited for the upcoming game of Catch the Snitch. Harry beamed and waved at him. The two met in the center of the Pitch and Cedric gave Harry the rundown.
"No rules. Catch the Snitch. I'll release it, and then on the count of three we take off. Understood?" Cedric said. Harry nodded, still beaming. "Alright" He said, releasing the Snitch. Cedric watched it flitter away for a bit. Then he stared at Harry.
"One" Cedric said, still staring. Then his eyes flickered to the left and Cedric started to blush. Cedric returned his eyes to the smaller raven haired teen's. Cedric took a step closer, only inches away from Harry now. Harry officially had no idea what the fuck was going on. Was this some sort of intimidation technique?
"Two" Cedric said quietly, huskily. Harry gulped. Cedric leaned in close to Harry's face, and, his grey eyes closing for the moment, kissed the smaller boy. Harry froze. Then melted. Harry's brain was far off now, in a world of pleasure and tranquility. Harry's body however, was in a turmoil of want. Harry was about to deepen the kiss when suddenly Cedric pulled apart.
"Three!" Cedric shouted, shooting from the ground with his broom and laughing. Harry stood dumbfounded. And then decided that thoughts were the opposite of what Harry needed at the moment. Harry shot off too, making a beeline for Cedric, and past the Hufflepuff seeker, the Snitch.
Less than forty-five minutes later, Harry caught the snitch, just barely pulling in front of Cedric, who seemed to have slowed suddenly, although that was probably just a figment of Harry's imagination. The two boys landed shortly afterward. Cedric wouldn't meet Harry's eyes when Cedric congratulated him. There was no resentment or jealousy, or even any sense of falseness in Cedric's voice when he congratulated the raven boy, but that didn't change the fact that Cedric was definitely not looking at Harry.
"Cedric…" Harry called after the taller teen. Cedric stopped and turned around, focusing intently on Harry's shoes.
"Yeah Potter?" Cedric said, shuffling his feet nervously. Harry felt a pain in his chest, like someone was wringing out his heart like a handtowel.
"That was a dirty trick Diggory. But you still lost, didn't you Diggory? Your father has nothing to be proud of as I see it. You can only win by default." Harry said, angry tears coming out of his eyes. Harry turned to leave, his robes flaring out wildly.
"Harry, please, wait." Cedric said, his voice heavy with sadness, but no anger was to be found there. Harry didn't want to. He wanted to cruciatus curse the bronze haired prefect, but for some reason, his legs stayed firmly to the same spot. Suddenly Cedric was there.
"It wasn't just a dirty trick. I. I don't know. I. I thought it would be funny and charming or something. I know, I'm an idiot. I just thought. You know, how you've been looking at me in the Dining hall. I just thought maybe you liked me back. I'm such an idiot!" Cedric said, tears of aggravation and frustration coming down his face. Harry blanched.
"Cedric… Of course I like you!" Harry said, putting himself in front Cedric's eyes. Cedric's stormy grey eyes snapped to Harry's burning green ones.
"Really?" Cedric said, his voice catching.
"Of course you bloody idiot!" Harry said, punching Cedric in the arm, hard enough to make the older Hufflepuff wince. Harry was laughing, but tears were still coming from his eyes. "Next time, you just ask me the fuck out instead of kissing someone out of nowhere, you bloody fucking bastard!" Harry said, now embracing Cedric. Cedric was laughing too, and apologizing profusely. They just kind of stood there, hugging, Harry's head at the older boy's chest and Cedric's chin resting on Harry's raven haired head. Then Cedric, smoothly as possible extracted himself from the smaller charcoal haired teen, still holding the boy's hands.
"It's getting dark." Cedric said quietly, as if his voice would shatter the moment if it were to be too loud. Harry nodded, smiling sadly.
"Can we see each other soon" Harry said, a bit embarrassed at how much he wanted to never leave the taller Hufflepuff.
"Yeah. I'll find you, okay?" Cedric said. And for once, Harry thought that maybe, just maybe everything would be okay. Maybe this year he wouldn't have to face unbearable horrors. Maybe this year everything would be just normal. Maybe this year he can just go to his classes, and pass unnoticed by everyone. Except for maybe his Cedric. Maybe this year he could get something he had always wanted, something even more intimate and powerful than friendship. Maybe this year Harry would find love. Maybe this year, everything would be okay.
Maybe.
*Squeal!* I fangirled at my own ending. Mission accomplished. Okay lovies, I'm done with this chappie. Hope you like. Finally and actual relationship! YAY! Please review. The Magical unicorn clerk typists in my brain are powered by Ramen, Coffee, and reviews, and my supply of Ramen is sorely lacking. Your reviews will actually make a difference! WOOT.