If you want my head on a platter, I understand. My lifes gone a bit crazy. I didn't even have time to write over break because, guess what! My school decided that having finals right after we get back from vacation is totally cool, so I had to go fucking nuts studying OVER BREAK!

I think that should be illegal.

Anyways, I'm really sorry and I'll try my best to write more faithfully. At least this one is pretty long.

I'm really really sorry… Anyways, here it is.

Harry couldn't believe it. Ron. Ron, of all people didn't believe him. That rat bastard! Harry wanted to get out of his bed and rip open the curtains that surrounded his bed and curse the redhead until he begged for forgiveness. Harry did not. Harry did however get out of bed and walked into the common room, where Hermione was waiting for him. With toast. Hermione, after Harry ate his toast, took him out and explained to him fully that Ron, although being a good person and a great friend and a fantastic Gryffindor, was an idiot. Hermione knew Harry didn't put his name in, and Hermione thought Ron knew as well, but he was simply jealous. Harry was a bit flabbergasted that anyone could WANT to be pestered every night of every day and hated by some and loved by others, and known by everyone. Harry would have gladly given it to Ron, except most of the time, Harry liked Ron enough not to put him through the torture.

Thank god for Hermione. Honestly, without that girl, Harry and Ron would both be dead, or worse, expelled by now. After Hermione and Harry's walk, Harry went to write a letter to Sirius. While he wrote it, he couldn't help but think of Cedric. Harry wanted so much to tell Sirius all about it, after all, Sirius was one of the most important people in Harry's life, and Cedric was quickly climbing that ladder. It only made sense to tell Sirius, right? And on the flipside, what about telling Cedric about Sirius? Harry knew that that could lead to some very very bad places, what with Sirius Black being a notorious escaped criminal thought to be after Harry's life. But still, Cedric… He's trustworthy, isn't he? Of course he is, but at the same time… That trustworthy? Sirius could be killed at a simple slip of the tongue. Harry just didn't know. And Harry decided to tell neither of them about the other.

Classes resumed, and Harry was miserable. Every time he passed anyone not from Gryffindor, he cringed, knowing the judgements in their minds. Most were polite enough to not say anything out loud, but then of course there was Malfoy's gang. Harry knew that realistically, not all Slytherins were bad, but Malfoy had managed to ruin Slytherin house for Harry completely. And now even some Hunkelytugs were getting aggressive because Harry had stolen their houses glory. Its probably because nobody knew what the fuck a Huglybunkler was before Cedric brought the hotness factor. And now Harry was stealing their glory. The buttons were a nice touch. Very high brow, had to think about it before you could understand the insult of "Potter Stinks" and the underlying message of "Support Cedric Diggory- the REAL Hogwarts champion" was hidden under layers of sardonic irony only the brightest of wizards could comprehend. It was a great fucking day for Harry.

It only got better when Harry got a detention for fighting with Snape. Poor Herman. Malfoy and Harry had been fighting, and then Malfoy turned to Hermy and Harry had exploded and accidentaly cursed one of the idiots behind Malfoy, the fat one. Oh wait, they were both fat. And in return, Malfoy had accidentaly cursed Herman. Hermans teeth outgrew her face to a grotesque level, and Snape said he couldn't see a difference. That's when Harry got his detention for fighting with Snape. And guess who joined in with both the fighting of Snape and the detention. Ron. Great. Just who Harry had wanted to spend more time with. The idiot ginger who thought that Harry was some sort of attention whore that would flash his Ms. Cooter to any old camera. Fantastic.

Then in Potions class, Colin burst through and called Harry out. Great. That will certainly not draw any attention to Harry. Nope. Not one bit. The only thing that made up for that was that Harry got to see more of Cedric. It was quite homoerotic, all this talk of wand weighing. But then there was Reeta Skeeter, possibly the least erotic thing to Harry's existance. She bum rushed him into a wizard-god damned broom cupboard and bombarded him with questions that had nothing to do with the lies being written with the satanically infested Quick-Quotes-Quill. Dumbledore, once again proving himself to be the most wonderful, most talented and most beautiful wizard ever, rescued Harry from the vile reporter whose Patronus Harry assumed to be decapitated babies or starving African children or the tears of innocents or something equally horrible. The memory she must have used to conjure it must have been ripping the fingernails out of three year olds. She was awful. Ugh. After the shiver crawling up and down Harry's spine at the mere thought of her went away, Harry proceeded to go to the wand weighing ceremony.

Fleur was up first. Her wand was in fine condition and contained Veela hair. Veela hair from Fluers own grandmother. Ron would have proclaimed to know it all along. Cedric was up next. And the homoeroticism begind.

"'Ah, now, this is one of my own, isn't it? Yes, I remember it well. Containing a single hair from the tail of a particularly fine male unicorn… must have been seventeen hands, nearly gored me with his horn after I plucked his tail. Twelve and a quarter inches" Olivander said.

'Well well well', said the little voice in Harry's head 'Cant wait to get in the sack with that. Twelve and a quarter inches? Does not dissapoint!'

Ash… pleasantly springy. It's in fine condition… you treat it regularly?' Olivander continued. They had to be joking, Harry thought. Were they trying to give him a boner?

'Polished it last night,' Cedric was grinning. Well there it is. Now with that lovely image, Harry crossed his legs and attempted to not jizz in his pants. Cedric lying down on his big luxurious bed that couldn't possibly have been in Hogwarts, but Harry had imagined anyways. Cedric's sheets were bunched down at his ankles and Cedric was naked. Cedric had his hand tightly gripped on his overly large pulsating member. Cedric's hand was moving up and down, curving slightly when it came to the tip of Cedric's penis, causing Cedric to gasp out Harry's name in the throatiest, lustiest groan Harry had ever heard. Harry shook himself hard and focused back on the conversation while attempting to cut off all circulation to his boner that seemed like to rip through his robes.

Krums measuring was no less erotic, altough Harry noticed less, most likely because Krum had a face that said 'If I catch you staring at me bum, prepare to endure the most excruciating cruciatus curse imaginable'. And also because Harry had an all enveloping crush on Cedric that did not allow his gaze to wander it appeared. After Krum sits down, Harry's called up. Olivander tactfully avoided telling everyone that Harry's wand was the twin to the greatest murderer of the age. Finally its all over and Ludo calls for pictures. Reeta, lovely as always, makes certain that Harry is front and center. Everyone leaves the tent in a hurry, and by some random hap stance, Harry and Cedric just happen to be the last ones in the tent.

"Hello Harry" Cedric says nonchalantly. Harry rolled his eyes and brought Cedric's face to his own and kissed Ced on the lips. Cedric smiled a bit and kissed back.

"I missed you Ced." Harry said into Ced's chest, while Cedric laid his head on top of Harry's own and wrapped his arms around the smaller mousy haired boy.

"Missed you too." Cedric said, quietly, almost reverently. The two of them just held each other in silence for a while. It wasn't the awkward type of silence, though of course the both of them felt a bit awkward, as teenagers invariably do.

Eventually, Harry, who still couldn't think of a word to say, separated himself from Cedric and said they had both better get dinner before all the food is eaten by Crabbe and Goyle, the fat lumps. Cedric nodded, still saying nothing.

Harry watched the bronze haired boy and felt this immense surge of warmth, like he was bathing in the type of sunlight that never really got to London, like he was enveloped in sand, like his heart was made of still red embers. The feeling made Harry shiver with something akin to exhilaration, but less flighty then that. Like a thrill that he knew would burn all night long and much much longer.

And with that feeling, Harry wandered to the Gryffindor table and sat next to Hermione, and Ron, which certainly threw a tiny bucket of water on whatever feeling Harry was carrying around with him, but not nearly enough to douse it entirely.

Ron speaks, but Harry doesn't hear at first. Eventually Ron repeats himelf.

"Harry! Hey, you! You've got mail." Ron said, stiffly, tossing a letter at Harry.

From Padfoot.

It wasn't long until Harry's warmth left completely. Rita Skeeter made sure of that, the iconoclastic bitch. No, iconoclast is too cool a word to use on someone like her. She's the type of person that makes you realize that you would be indefinitely better off if you lived deep, deep inside a mountain cave where reporters couldn't ever reach you and ask for an exclusive.

Anyways, Rita's poison pasta machine of a quill or typewriter or whatever the hell she used to write what she gave to the newspapers foolhardy enough to publish the festering pile of lies drizzled with a lovely jus of hogshit that was the reporting (although to use 'reporter' in such a way may taint its connotations for centuries to come), had written a lovely libelous article on Harry that prompted unceasing teasing from the Slytherin section of Hogwarts.

If that weren't enough, Harry was now freaking out about the first task which was not far away at all.

The unquenchable optimist hidden inside Harry mentioned that at least there was the Hogsmeade visit, which Harry was looking forward to, even if he would not have the company of a third. Harry had wondered about seeing if he could manage a trip with Hermione, himself AND Cedric, but that thought had been quickly wiped away because Harry really did not want to make his relationship with Cedric public at all, whatsoever, not even to Herman, no matter how cool she was, even if she was the coolest girl in the world.

Then Harry entertained the idea of meeting Cedric alone, but that too was fairly out of question because no matter what, Harry was not going to be one of those guys who abandons his friends for his romantic interests.

So Harry would go with Herman and they would have a great time without Ron or Cedric. Bah. Men, who needs 'em anyways?

Hermione and Harry did have a great time, and even though their Butterbeers were interrupted by Mad-eye and Hagrid. Hagrid had told Harry to meet him that night, and that's where Harry was now, following Hagrid and Madam Maxine into the forest under the cover of his cloak.

He followed them for a while, until he started hearing voices. Not like 'secretly a Basalisk talking to you through the walls while slithering through the pipes and finding some mudbloods to attempt to kill' voices, but 'OH MY GOD SOMEONE STUPEFY THAT DRAGON BEFORE IT KILLS US ALL' voices.

And that was what they were saying. Because that was the first task. Dragons.

Fuck.