Hey guys! It's Fluffy, or now as I like to call myself, Cosmo! Sorry for the lack of updates, but my life has been a little crazy. I'll try and update more often, but I promise nothing. Thanks for those of you who have stuck with me so far, after all, this is the longest story I have ever written, and you guys have been able to see it through from beginning to end. So, I want to thank you, and I want to welcome those of you who have just found this story. Hope you like the next installment of My Faithful Lullaby!

Rating: PG! In the next couple chapters, I promise for all of you lemon fans out there, k?

Disclaimer: If I owned Harry Potter, A) I would die of happiness, and do I look dead to you? and B) I'd be rich. Filthy rich. So rich I could hire people to type this story over and over again, and still go sleep in a five star hotel every night I want to. Do I sound rich to you?

LIGHTS, CAMERA, ACTION!!

For Harry, the next weeks flew by in a blur. Slowly, he began know everything about his boyfriend, his likes, his dislikes, his fears, everything. And Harry noticed that slowly, ever so slowly, he was coming out of that protective shell that had held all of his deepest, darkest, secrets. Harry could remember spending time in the Room of Requirement, animatedly telling Cedric all of his life in the Dursley's, which sadly wasn't very interesting. He remembered telling Cedric all that had happened during his first year at Hogwarts, when he had gone to retrieve the Sorcerer's Stone. He found himself telling Cedric that he had saved Ginny in the Chamber of Secrets, and that he had slain the basilisk. Cedric was a great audience, gasping, laughing, and crying all in the right places. But one thing that Harry did avoid was talking about his third year, and whenever Cedric asked him about that certain time, Harry skipped around the facts of his godfather, telling him only about the beginning of the year and excluding the last week.

Of course, Cedric knew all about his fourth year, but Harry's boyfriend never ceased to wonder what went on when Harry wasn't thinking about the Triwizard Tournament. And, he wanted detailed accounts of every task, especially the lake and the maze.

As the first term began to come to a close, Harry and Cedric were often found doing homework in the library together, surrounded by a considerable amount of books. Harry's grades rose drastically, and all of his teachers commented on it, even a disgruntled Professor Snape. Now, there was nothing Harry didn't understand, nothing that he had to ask to have repeated. Hermione noticed this, and she grinned whenever Harry danced into the common room, beaming. Ron, however, was wondering why Harry was so happy. It wasn't a bad thing, it was just that you don't become that happy for no reason at all. Ron tried to follow Harry whenever he went on his excursions to the Room of Requirement to meet Cedric, but was always turned back when the door refused to open. Ron hated feeling left in the dark, and Hermione surely showed that she knew something, but just smiled and slyly avoided the topic by skillfully changing the subject. Ron couldn't help feeling that he was getting more and more distant from Harry, for he always seemed either too engrossed in the lesson or daydreaming all the time. Hermione noticed that Ron seemed to be down in the dumps lately, and mentioned something to Harry.

"I really think you should talk to him Harry," she said looking up from her homework toward Harry, who was lounging in one of the plush chairs near the fire.

"Huh?" Harry said, looking at her.

"I think you should talk to Ron," she clarified.

"Why? We talk daily," Harry reasoned stupidly.

"Do you though?" Hermione asked sternly.

"Sure we-…" Harry thought back over the past week. Now that he thought of it, he and Ron had never had a decently long conversation together. Sure, they had the small questions like, "Pass me the lizard entrails," and "Could you grab that for me?" But besides that, they really hadn't interacted with each other at all. More frequently, Ron could be seen hanging out with Dean and Seamus, totally ignoring Harry. Not like Harry cared at all. He was too caught up with Cedric to notice that he and Ron had spaced out. "Your right," he said. "We haven't actually talked in ages."

"Mmm," Hermione mumbled without looking up from her work.

Harry glanced around the room, scanning the crowd of Gryffindors for a certain red-haired and lanky teenager when he realized something. His head whipped around to face Hermione, who was still absorbed in her work.

"You want me to tell him, don't you?" Harry accused.

Hermione looked up at Harry's tone. "Tell him what?" she asked innocently.

"Don't play dumb. You want me to tell him that I'm going out with Ced!"

Hermione looked worried. "Oh, Harry," she said. "He told me that he feels blocked from you. He feels lonely, like he's not part of your life anymore. I feel really bad for him, and I think he feels really lonely right now."

"He's got Dean and Seamus," Harry reasoned.

"But he doesn't know them as well as he knows you!" Hermione shot back.

"Cause he knows me so well," Harry retorted. Hermione kicked him under the table for that one.

"Still, talk to him, and tell him what's been going on. I think it will be good for both of you."

"Okay, but let me ask Ced first."

Hermione rolled her eyes, but nodded.

Later, Harry made his way down to the Room of Requirement under the cover of the invisibility cloak, his bare feet padding noiselessly on the cold stone. He moved with experience, having done this many times before, and referred to the Marauder's Map less and less on these nightly excursions. Whenever Filch appeared, Harry just brushed right passed him, even though the grumpy hall enforcer rarely showed his face this early in the evening.

Soon, Harry arrived at the rooms door, and he knocked softly so as not to disturb a sleeping Nearly Headless Nick, who happened to float right on up behind him, knowing nothing of where he was going.

The door opened, and a breathless Cedric was filled its absence, who yanked Harry in and tackled him onto the couch.

"Well," Harry said, giggling as Cedric tickled him. "Someone's happy tonight."

"You bet," Cedric said, laughing. "I get to spend another couple hours with the boy of my dreams. Why wouldn't I?"

"You're right," Harry said haughtily. "I am amazing."

Cedric just tickled him harder.

Midnight found them lying on the couch, Harry cuddled up in Cedric's arm and a blanket covering the both of them. The fire in front of them danced and swayed, mesmerizing Harry with it's twirling hues.

"Cedric?" Harry asked.

"Yes, love?" Cedric responded loftily.

"Have you told anyone about us?"

Cedric thought for awhile, his silence scaring Harry. "Yes, I have," he said finally.

"Who?" Harry asked, looking up at him.

"Cho Chang," Cedric answered, smiling down at Harry.

"Really?" Harry said loftily, trying not to portray his feelings about his ex-crush.

"Yeah, she's my best friend, and has been since we grew up in the same town before we came to Hogwarts. She knows everything about me, and I know everything about her."

This made Harry feel guilty. Ron was his best friend, and he still kept the truth from him. Cedric said that he told Cho everything because of their friendship, yet Harry was still not telling Ron everything. Harry felt miserable, and guilty, and downright depressed now that he saw what he had done wrong.

"Harry?" Cedric asked, his voice worry stricken.

"Hmm?" Harry said, brought back from his thoughts by his lover's voice.

"Are you okay? You went quiet all of a sudden."

"Yeah," Harry said distractedly. "Hey, Ced, do you mind if I told Ron?"

"Why would you ask? I don't care, and that's something you decide, not me," Cedric told him gently.

This made Harry even worse, because he had used his boyfriend as an excuse to put off telling Ron. "Will you come with me to tell him? I don't know how he'll react, and…."

"And what, love?" Cedric asked, hugging Harry even closer.

"I'm scared. I'm scared he'll go out and tell the world, I'm afraid that he'll think back on all the time we've spent in the Gryffindor Tower and feel insecure. I'm-…" Cedric put a finger to his lips, stopping him.

"Harry, it's fine. I'll be there, and if he's your friend, then he will think twice about telling. He'll know to leave that up to you."

Harry smiled, a genuine smile of happiness. "Yeah, you're right. He's my friend, and I should trust him enough not to tell him. Thanks, Ced," craning his neck, Harry stretched up and kissed him.

Cedric looked at his watch. "Alright, let's get you up bed, love. It's already half past one."

"Really?" Harry said, folding his harms in a mock pout.

"Do I need to carry you up there?"

Harry grinned fiendishly.

"Alright," Cedric said, and swung him up bridal style. Harry snuggled up to Cedric's chest and enjoyed the free ride up to the Fat Lady's portrait.

A dark figure hid behind the tapestry opposite the Room of Requirement, and his head peeked out the side at the sound of movement in the corridor. He saw the two lovers head down the hall toward the Grand Staircase, and watch them disappear through the door. His mouth dropped open, and he stood still, not believing what he saw.

A/N: oooOOOooo...who was behind the tapestry? Was it Ron? Malfoy? Colin Creevey? Or was it Seamus or Dean? Or some other Hufflepuff person wanting to know where Cedric went? Who knows? Stay tuned!

Cosmo