Well, here I am, my next chapter here. This is a longer one, but, for all you fans out there, it's one that a very significant thing is accomplished. I have to say, this isn't the best one I've written, but I think it will suffice. It's really hard when you get down toward the bottom section. So, I hope you read, review and Enjoy!

Fluffy

Rating: PG [La, la la!

Disclaimer: This has taken a lot of time. It would have taken longer had I had to publish it, and if I could.

Lights, Camera, ACTION!

For Harry, the day flew by. But it was a happy flight, the day filled with impressed teachers and lots of laughs with his friends. Harry thought he had never been happier in his life. That is, except for when he was with Cedric. But, he wouldn't describe how he felt with Cedric as happy exactly. It was more of an utter bliss. Bliss that he lost all of his senses to, one that was sweet, sensational, and enjoyable all at the same time. He argued with himself for quite sometime on this subject, often losing himself in his thoughts, as they normally drowned out normal conversation. The problem was, there were no words that could describe how he felt about Cedric. No single sentence, no phrase, no paragraph was in existence that could describe the way he forfeited his senses around Cedric, let himself be controlled by this new instinct, this new sensation. Was it happiness, though? one side of him asked. Would you call it happy? If there had to be a word, that would hardly describe it, Harry agreed. But it was so far from the truth. No, it wasn't. It was dead on. But it's so far, he reasoned with himself.

"HARRY!" Ron bellowed from beside him.

Harry jumped about forty feet in the air, and was surprised that he didn't hit his head on the common room ceiling. "What did you do that for?" he said.

"Well, after you didn't answer the four times I asked you, I thought I might wake you up from la la land or whatever place you were in," Ron explained.

"Oh…what time is it?" Harry asked.

"Only 5:00," Ron replied simply. "Why, got a date tonight?" he asked slyly.

"None of your business!" Harry said, elbowing him in the ribs.

"Ouch! You elbow hard," he whined in response.

"Oh calm down you sissy!" Harry hissed back. "Now, what did you want to know?"

"Are you going to the next Hogsmeade visit?"

"Yeah! When is it?"

"The weekend before Halloween."

Hermione came between them. "Are we going down to dinner then?" she asked.

Harry's stomach rumbled with a thunderstorm of agreement. He looked at her. "I guess we are," he said.

They slowly proceeded to make their way through the common room and portrait hole, and down the Grand Staircase and to the Great Hall.

"So," Hermione asked. "How's Cedric?"

Harry blushed involuntarily and looked down. "He's...fine," he squeaked shyly.

"That's good. I just wondered why he had taken such an interest in you all of a sudden."

"Well, you know," Harry said. "After facing Voldemort together, you rethink who your friends are."

"Oh…" Hermione trailed off thoughtfully.

Ron was talking extremely loudly to Seamus Finnigan and Dean Thomas, and as they took their seats at the Gryffindor table, he ignored Harry and Hermione completely. So, left to their own devices, Harry and Hermione talked about a variety of things. Different spells, classes, teachers, to Honeydukes candy and the Shrieking Shack. In the end though, they both came to the topic of a fellow wizard: Mr. Cedric Diggory.

Harry was able to maintain a constant face color in this instance, and was almost able to control his voice from sounding giddy and happy when they covered this topic.

"So, why exactly is he helping you with your homework and spending every free period he has with you in the hospital wing?" Hermione asked with an expression that said she knew the answer, but was asking the question just to see if you did or not.

"He's just worried, that's all," Harry said uneasily. He felt as if Hermione was prying, but she never did that. Ever.

"Harry," she said. "I really don't mean to pry, but it's just weird to see him hanging around you all the time for no reason at all."

"Well, I told you didn't I? He's just worried."

"I was worried too. But I don't spend every waking moment with you, do I?"

"Well, maybe you should!" Harry said hotly, his temper rising. "Maybe you should pay a little more attention to me! Honestly, I'm glad that Cedric is doing this. I makes me feel good about myself!"

"Harry-."

"No Hermione," and with that, Harry left a stricken Hermione that looked as if she had been stabbed multiple times.

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Cedric had been eating at the Hufflepuff table, watching his young lover out of the corner of his eye. His concern had risen when Harry had risen from the table with a furious expression on his face. He looked at Hermione and tried to get her attention, but she was staring blankly down at her food and his attempt failed. He stood up, grabbed his schoolbag, and followed Harry with every intention of finding out what was wrong.

Cedric's muscled legs carried him down the Great Hall and through the massive doors at an unmatched pace, despite the heavy load that he was burdened with. He met up with Harry as he tried to cross the Entrance Hall to the Grand Staircase, lightly touching him on his shoulder.

Harry turned, expecting it to be Hermione again. He opened his mouth to emit a furious comment, and then closed it slowly when he saw that it was Cedric.

"Hey," Cedric said, draping his arm around the younger teen. "What's wrong, love?"

"Well, Hermione was prying. She wanted to know why you were always hanging around me in the hospital wing, and I didn't feel ready to tell her yet…" Harry trailed off weakly, his voice vanishing into the empty atmosphere.

"Harry," Cedric said. "Harry, do you ever think you'll be ready to tell anyone? And trust me, telling girls will be easier than telling guys. First, girls have that kind of intuition, they can detect that kind of stuff. Second, they are easier around us than they are around them. Why, I have no idea. But they just are. So, you really should be afraid of telling Ron, not Hermione."

"Cedric? Cedric, it's worse than that."

"Really?" Cedric said. "How could it be worse."

"I…I think I hurt her."

"Now why would you do that?"

"I-I didn't mean to!" Harry sobbed into Cedric's shoulder. "I was-was just frustrated, and-and worried, and-and…" Harry blubbered on, until Cedric cut in.

"Calm down, love," he coaxed gently, patting Harry on the back. He slowly moved the two of them into the shadows of the Entrance Hall, as more students started to trickle out of the Great Hall. "Now, what do you think we should do about this?"

"I-I don't kn-know," Harry sobbed, the tears flowing freely now.

"Well, how about we go say sorry to Hermione? She looked a little upset when you left on her," Cedric reasoned. He looked out over the crowd, his height positioning him well above other heads. "There she is. Come on," he said as he towed Harry toward her. He made sure that his insecure boyfriend never left the safety of his arms, and held him in a tight grip as he lithely made his way through the crowd. "Hermione!" he called, trying to hamper the girl's progress.

Hermione turned at the voice, and saw Cedric fighting his way through the crowd. In his arms, she saw a tear stricken Harry, his face red and his eyes puffy.

"Yes?" she said sweetly, carefully keeping from looking at Harry.

"Well…" Cedric said, coming to a halt next to her after he had gently pushed aside one of the annoying Creevey brothers. "Do you think that we could move somewhere else? There are so many people…"

"Sure," Hermione said, and she slowly made her way down the Entrance Hall to look for an empty classroom. Finding one, she slowly opened the door, checking cautiously for any signs of inhabitation. Detecting none, she proceeded to enter the room, Cedric and Harry following closely.

"So…?" Hermione asked, tapping her foot against the flagstone floor. The sound echoed fiercely around the empty room before finally fading into nothing. "I really need to finish an Arithmancy essay tonight, and I really have to say that this isn't helping me."

"Sorry," Cedric said urgently. "But Harry has something to say to you." Slowly, he untangled his arms from around his boyfriend and brought him forward for Hermione to see. Harry was in a right state. His hair was disheveled, his eyes wet with tears, and his cheeks were puffy. Hermione looked at him disdainfully, still hurt from what he had said in the Great Hall minutes before. Harry muttered something quietly, and Hermione's look of disdain turned to one of curiosity.

"What did you say?" Hermione asked gently, drawing closer and putting a hesitant hand on Harry's arm.

"Sorry," Harry muttered again, still looking down at his toes.

Hermione was overwhelmed. She had never heard Harry sound so distant, so saddened. "Harry," she whispered. "Oh, Harry. It's okay, I know you were frustrated, an-and tired, an-and…I already know…" she trailed off weakly, her voice was swallowed up by the empty room.

Harry looked up sharply. "Know what?" he demanded, his previous vulnerability vanishing in an instant.

"I know about you…and Cedric."

Cedric came up behind Harry, and drew him closer, his touch comforting the smaller teen. "So, you know that we're dating?" Cedric asked. "See Harry? I told you it would be easier to tell girls than guys!" he laughed, breaking the moment. To Hermione's joy, Harry smiled.

Harry threw his arms around Hermione. "So you did know, didn't you? And you're okay with it?"

"Of course I am!" Hermione said, returning the embrace. "Who am I to change who my best friend likes?"

"Awe, thanks Hermione," Harry whispered, breaking the embrace, and going back to stand by Cedric.

"So, we're all happy again, are we not?" Cedric said, scooping Harry up in his arms and giving him a peck on the cheek.

Harry giggled and responded, "Why wouldn't we be?"

I loved the end. Good Night ENGLAND[You know what button to click, don't you???