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SMELL OF ROSES AND TASTE OF STRAWBERRY

It was all natural.

First it was with a small accident involving the strap of a bag followed by a gesture of sympathy and kindness. Then came the greetings as they met by coincidence in the corridors, exchanging smiles and nods as they crossed the castle … And finally came the conversations: short conversations about routine, jokes about some classmates and professors, light laughter as they walked together for a few minutes from point A to point B and then separated.

Harry didn't realize at what point he actually started talking to Cedric Diggory, but it didn't matter as much: he remembered how from 11 to 12 he started to discover the physical attraction to other boys, but specifically to that blond, tall and gray-eyed hufflepuff boy. In his innocent and romantic mind, from the first moment he saw Cedric Diggory, he became the prince of his dreams long before he became the heartthrob of Hogwarts and the prince of other girls.

But with the years and as they grew older, the childish crush diminished while the differences between them were becoming larger, both more appearing to be on different planets than in the same school - with the exception of Quidditch, they had nothing in common and their paths do not cross went.

But now it was different.

Now, for some reason, the presence of the young man was becoming more and more frequent in the effeminate Gryffindor's routine, their conversations and encounters once unthinkable or unreal now more occurring and real: now Mars and Venus, or rather, Cedric Diggory and Harry Potter, so different and distant from each other were naturally converging on the initial stage of a friendship.

Except that wasn't quite true.

The truth was that Cedric had memorized Harry's schedules so that he could "coincidentally" run into him in the hallways, especially when the femboy didn't share with his friends. The truth was he premeditated every chance encounter, slowing his steps so that he could talk longer, making Harry feel more and more at ease in his presence, whether laughing or expressing himself.

The absolute truth was that as Cedric smiled at Harry as he walked beside him, putting his hands behind and puffing out his strong chest in a gentlemanly pose, his mind worked a mile a minute on the plan to conquer the sissy.

'Fucking Harry' had become his mantra, a goal to be achieved: driven by his predatory male instinct along with the stubbornness of a spoiled pureblood heir who always has everything he wants, Cedric now wanted Harry. He wanted to possess him, wanted to have his small, sinuous body in his muscular arms, wanted to smell the feminine scent on the delicate neck, lick the soft skin and hear the high-pitched moans while he fucked him.

And to help him achieve that goal, one of his first actions was to turn away the girls he fucked every week, even turning away the ones he just allowed to suck his cock to relieve him after a long day of stress and studies. Most of them looked hurt by that abrupt cut and the one who make this clear was Cho: at first he was cautious and even subtle in saying that their casual fling would no longer occur, but Cho had a fit of jealousy and insistence to the point of getting on his nerves, making him say things that resulted in tears of cheap drama.

But that didn't convince: in the eyes of Cedric and the many other boys who knew her, Cho was a complete bitch that he and many others enjoyed as much as they could and now it was time to retreat. But for some reason he didn't care, she had fixed her eyes on him, being stickier than gum.

Anyway, the days with abstinence from sex and lack of pussies were leaving his mind more focused on his target, his balls back to fill with sperm while his male need to be with a girl in his arms only increased. Well… Now not just any girl, but a small, delicate, green-eyed virgin femboy.

Cedric wouldn't leave Hogwarts even under decree without first taking that sweet victory with him, especially now that his morality has never been so fragile: at some point during the years he became Hogwarts heartthrob and pussy smasher, his vision between what was right and wrong became more diffused, his ethical sense looser.

He knew that his attitude was wrong, that his way of acting was bad when he was about to get involved with an innocent person like Harry. Perhaps it was a remnant of the consciousness that had put him in Hufflepuff, but the feeling lost strength when compared to the carnal lust and attraction he was nurturing for the femboy.

And that was why he would remain firm and strong with his plan: being friendly and kind, but also flirtatious and dominant, showing Harry his intentions, just as the male does when conquering the female in nature. And when he conquered Harry, when they lay together and he took him completely, Cedric would fulfill his wish and win the bet.

And then?

Well, he hasn't thought about it, but it was something that he would find the time to think of.

"Harry?" Cedric said as he woke up from his reverie, looking at the gryffindor in front of him.

The two were alone in the middle of the stairs that led to the Transfiguration classroom.

"Yes?" Harry responded with a sweet smile, stopping a few steps ahead, standing almost as tall as the hunk.

Cedric smiled at that gesture, climbing the steps so that his imposing stature and muscular body made the femboy tiny before him like a little girl or a beautiful doll. Ah! How he loved that difference in size they had… He could easily hold Harry up in the air as he thrust deep and hard. Hmm...

Harry, for his part, noticed how intimate their proximity was, his cheeks growing hot as his heart raced and the blood flowed, making him blush.

"I don't know if you remember, but the day after tomorrow is the excursion to Hogsmeade", Cedric said, offering one of his best smiles and making Harry look at him carefully.

"Oh yes, I remember… But I don't think I'll go. With my friends will be on a date, I don't want to disturb them."

'Perfect!' Cedric exclaimed to himself.

"I'm glad to know you'll be free then, as I want you to come with me." he said.

Cedric's speech might superficially sound polite, but its implied meaning and intentions said it all: he didn't ask Harry if he would like to accompany him. He commanded Harry to accompany him, to accept his wish – that was the beginning of their dynamic: he commanded and Harry, so shy and sweet, obeyed him.

"To go to Hogsmeade? Oh…" Harry made a surprised expression.

"Yes. It's going to be very simple, but fun. We'll go from store to store, buy some useless trinkets and end up with a huge mug of butterbeer," Cedric said, placing his hand on the rail and leaning his body towards the other.

The effeminate boy was silent, his eyes fixed on some point as he seemed to think about it.

"I… I don't know if that would be a good idea," he replied.

"Why?" Cedric asked.

Harry blushed and lowered his head.

"Uh… I don't know if your friends would want me in their midst" Harry explained quietly. "And I don't know if I would either. I just know you and... I would be a little lost."

"My friends?" The hufflepuff responded in a velvety voice "No, Harry... I'm not talking about we all going out together."

Cedric tilted his head forward, taking in the scent of the delicate perfume taking a deep breath as if he wanted to inhale Harry completely instead of just his scent.

"I'm asking if you would like to go to Hogsmeade with me" he said softly, looking up into wide green eyes.

Harry was quiet, watching him intently despite his hesitation.

"Oh why?"

Cedric blinked, not understanding the question.

"Why do you want to go out with me?" Harry asked.

The blond young man smiled, his mind working fast for an answer.

"Because I want to talk to you more, you know… Get to know you better. Exchanging ideas and stuff." 'And that's not even a lie', he added in thought, interested in knowing more about the little one.

Harry shifted, his shyness making him uneasy.

"Why?" Harry pressed him, tilting his head as he looked at him.

'Bloody hell, if I don't think straight he'll start to suspect… What the hell do I do?!', he mentally cursed, forcing a calm smile when looking at him.

"Well…" Cedric said, deciding to change tactics right then and there. "There's something I'd like to tell you."

"Tell me?"

"Yes."

Harry looked livid.

"Well... Then you can tell me."

The man smirked.

"No, I'll only tell you during our visit on Hogsmeade." he smiled, looking around to check if they were alone and proceed with that gesture that would be new.

Harry swallowed hard.

"Cedric, are you, uh, are you asking me out?" Harry asked as if he even doubted what he was saying.

The man didn't respond, just smile charmingly, leaning forward as he pressed his lips to a face with a skin as smooth as the petal of a flower, placing an innocent kiss on the femboy's cheek.

"I'll wait for you at 8 am in front of the Great Hall, near the boar statue." he whispered, his voice thick and warm like golden honey for the ears.

Harry widened his green eyes like a scared little pet, his pink lips trembling as a stream of blood colored his cheeks more than the light makeup he wore. 'Lovely...', Cedric thought happily as he walked away.

"And don't be late, okay?" he walked away, his face wearing a relaxed, confident expression. 'Or I'll go to Gryffindor Tower and get you."

With a smile he said goodbye to Harry, turning his back and walking victoriously, knowing he had left behind a very blushed and stunned femboy, as he brought his fingers to his own lips after kissing him.

Harry wasn't late and much less Cedric had to pick him up from Gryffindor Tower: the younger boy appeared at the marked spot flushed and shy and growing even more blushing and shy when Cedric greeted him with a kiss on the cheek followed by a compliment as he said that he looked very pretty: Harry was wearing a dark denim skirt that was shorter than the uniform, but still with the modesty of tights, a pale pink all-star sneaker that matched the soft knitted sweater also in pale pink, giving a delicious freshness to his creamy ivory skin.

Harry had spent hours trying to find something decent to wear, having felt some relief at hearing Cedric's praise; and shyly he also praised the hufflepuff who looked even more strapping without his uniform robes: he wore a pair of jeans that clung to his long muscled legs as well as a beige turtleneck sweater which was covered by a beautiful and expensive dark brown leather jacket, which adorned beautifully with his blond hair and strong jawline.

"Shall we?" Cedric smiled, making Harry nod as he hoped his heart wouldn't jump into his mouth.

They walked slowly, preferring to stay behind the huge group of students who seemed too busy to notice them as they entered the stores. At first, they both walked an arm's length away, but gradually came closer... As they saw one of the decorated windows, Cedric surreptitiously rubbed his long fingers over Harry's delicate ones, knowing the effect it would have on the femboy: after all, girls melted when the guys touch their hands in an innocent way, as if they were in a period romance.

Other simple touches followed during the course of the Hogsmeade visit: at Honeydukes, as they picked a candy from among the high shelves, Cedric very casually placed his large hand in the curve of Harry's tiny waist, using the excuse of wanting show a chocolate while his mind approved the outline of slim and feminine silhouette of the boy.

But they couldn't always be alone, because sometimes someone stopped to talk to him and at those times Harry would shyly shrink and walk away so as not to be seen or to have his presence even minimally noticed – both were the most famous teenagers in the Great Britain, Harry famous since he was a baby, but unlike Cedric, the gryffindor seemed or preferred to hide in a crowd.

"You won't run away from me, will you Harry?" Cedric asked at one point as they got much further away from the others after visiting some stores "I just want to make sure you don't go out of my sight when I get distracted."

Harry smiled and looked down.

"It's easier for you to disappear among the people who adore you, Mr. Champion..." Harry replied with humor and simplicity "And besides... You were the one who asked me out, right?"

Cedric smiled at him, surprised by what he heard.

"Yes... I did."

The two walked for a few more minutes, this time to the edge of the village where the mountainous landscape around Hogwarts could be seen, meeting on a balustrade: the day was beautiful with the cloudy sky and it was cold, but not quite cold. In a few weeks everything would be covered in a fluffy layer of white snow.

And then they stopped looking at the landscape and looked at each other.

Cedric was momentarily lost while noticing how beautiful Harry looked in that pink sweater that made his skin look delicious or his green eyes framed by long lashes. He was mad with himself for not having thought Harry wasn't beautiful the moment they met face to face for the first time.

Harry was very beautiful.

Not like a beautiful femboy, but beautiful like one of the most beautiful girls he's ever seen.

He was so fucking blind for not noticing Harry before.

"Cedric?"

"Yes?" he replied, still fascinated by the gryffindor.

"You, uh, you told me you wanted to tell me something…" Harry muttered eagerly "And well… We're here."

Cedric frowned, refocusing on the moment and not losing focus.

"Well, I called you because I want to talk more with you… I want to know you better." he said, approaching and making Harry tilt the head to see him face to face.

"And that's what I don't understand."

"What don't you understand Harry?" he asked.

Harry lowered his head and frowned.

"Well… You never noticed me. You never even greeted me outside of Quidditch games… And now you say you want to get to know me better… And ask me out…" Harry rambled, keeping his head down but looking at him at the end "I don't understand."

Cedric blinked, letting him continue to talk.

"Tell me this is not a joke of bad taste..." Harry looked at him pleadingly form "When I told the girls that you asked me out, they told me to be careful with you… Because you were a libertine, even if I said to them that you're nice and kind... But now I'm thinking and... And I'm scared."

Cedric felt the blood run cold in his veins as his face turned to stone.

"I'm scared because it's hard for people to be nice to me. Almost always most people call me bad things behind my back... The boys are so unkind to me because I'm not like them... They call me a freak or worse, look me ugly and make fun of me" Harry lowered his head, taking off his glasses and running his fingers over his eyes as if wiping a speck or wiping away tears "But you're being so kind and so nice, I'm afraid it's a misunderstanding and be the reason for a joke at the end of accounts."

Cedric took a deep breath, feeling heavy as lead.

'Fuck, this is hard,' he mentally cursed, unprepared for where this was going.

The shred of conscience and morality hit him at the sight of innocent green eyes staring at him while a part of his mind seriously considered telling Harry that it was better to get it over with before it even started, and get him safely back to Hogwarts to protect him from others and from himself.

And he almost did it if not for one thing: looking into the femboy's eyes, in addition to the weight of awareness of acting like a scoundrel in his perverted and selfish intentions, he also felt a powerful attraction to his beauty, he felt if captivated by his innocence, fragility and sweetness.

If Harry hadn't had such an intoxicating and mysterious aura, Cedric would have backed off without the slightest problem. But now he was intrigued, and there was nothing that excited a man like him more than mystery.

"You're not a joke to me." Cedric said "And everything I said before is true: I asked you out because I want to get to know you better... And I have some things to tell you."

'It's not the whole truth, but it's still part of the truth.', Cedric thought as he justified himself.

"So tell me, please," Harry whispered weakly, tilting his head to the side.

Cedric looked at him and let out his breath, his mind working with speed: Harry was far more insightful than he anticipated, knowing that the attention he was getting had to have a reason behind it.

Another factor that Cedric had to deal with was the dark side of his own fame among girls as a stud, this fame starting to show signs of hampering him: he didn't know how much Harry (who slept in the girls dorm and lived intimately with the them) knew about him. Girls told each other everything, sorority being something he and the other guys always feared in secret.

And now there was Harry wanting to know the reason for all this.

Cedric had to act. He had to be quick and especially be smart.

"Harry…" he said calmly, despite being nervous "I'll be honest with you. "

Harry swallowed hard but looked at him carefully.

"Say it"

"I asked you out because I really want to get to know you better… I want to know more about you," he said.

"Ah…" Harry replied.

Cedric moved even closer, tilting his head down as they got closer.

"Harry, I asked you out because I'm interested in you." he said carefully.

Yes… That was the best way to conduct the conversation: Cedric would say with a controlled dose of honesty a part of the truth, truth in which would satisfy Harry's doubts while hiding others in which the little one didn't need to know.

He would be honest, at least in part. And that was a big deal since almost all men tend to be with untrustworthy.

Harry continued to stare at him, first pale like porcelain and then flushed like a rose.

"Are you interested in me?"

"Yes, I am." he replied.

"So you're... Uh... You know..." Harry whispered shyly "Are you gay?"

Cedric made a very serious face, something the younger one immediately took as an answer.

"Sorry, I... I didn't mean to offend your manhood!" Harry stumbled over the words, looking like he was about to run away like a scared bunny.

And then Cedric laughed hard, his warm voice echoing through the deserted space around them.

"Oh Harry..." he said more calmly, "I know it sounds confusing but I'll now say: I have not the least interest in guys. And I highly doubt that I'll ever be interested in guys. I'm into women. Only women."

Harry looked at him, opening his mouth and closing it as if he forgot to speak. Little by little, his facial expression looked hurt and saddened.

"But… But if you're straight, so…" he muttered "So what do you want from me?"

Cedric smiled with a shrug.

"Babe, isn't that obvious?" he said lightly, making the gryffindor's heart skip a beat at the natural way that nickname sounded.

"What is obvious?" Harry asked weakly.

"Well... When I look at you, I don't see a guy." he said stepping closer, placing his hand gently in the curve of the brunette beauty's waist, "I know you were born a boy, but… I don't see you that way. Sorry to say."

Harry licked his lips, his cheeks turning red.

"What do you see?"

Cedric smiled, taking the small, delicate hand, the pink-painted nails that contrasted with his large, masculine one. Harry bit his lower lip at that touch, something Cedric appreciated.

"You're not a guy, at least not like my friends… Or even less like me" he rambled as he looked at him, the words being sincere. "Merlin, Harry… You can make me so confused… But confused in a good way!"

Cedric paused, smiling charmingly, kissing Harry's hand as if he were a gentleman kissing a lady.

"You are so feminine, babe… So beautiful and delicate… And so sweet and nice… And I like it so much! I really like it, actually. I like girly, sweet girls… Girls who pride themselves on being who they are just like I'm a man and I am proud to be a man."

Harry shivered, looking at him with his green eyes wide like two jade stones.

"I guess what I mean is that to me, you're a girl, understand? A special kind of girl." Cedric explained, gently taking Harry's other free hand "A beautiful girl who piqued my interest as a man."

Harry raised his eyebrows in surprise and shock.

"And to be honest, I don't want to be your friend, Harry." he repeated "Not just your friend. I want to be more…"

'I want to be your first man…' he thought in lust, a heat moving down to his groin and making his cock throb.

Harry, in turn, lowered his head, looking down at his hands enfolded in the strong hands of the Hogwarts heartthrob and winner of the Triwizard Tournament.

"This is all so sudden I don't know what to say." Harry replied quietly.

Cedric smiled, bringing his large hand to the side of the little one's face, watching his palm go from chin to hair with ease. 'So small…', he thought as he caressed him, again feeling the skin very soft and velvety like a flower petal, his other hand slowly dropping to his small waist as he approached.

"Harry?"

"…"

"Babe, I'm tempted to kiss you here and now... May I kiss you?" he asked, putting their foreheads together in that intimate position, getting drunk with the scent of his perfume "I've dreamed of this for days!"

Harry shivered, his small hands resting on Cedric's broad shoulders, not hugging but not pushing him away either.

"I… I don't know how to kiss." he said softly and embarrassed "I don't know how."

Cedric smiled, pulling his groin away from Harry's body so Harry wouldn't notice his bulge: he was so turned on, he was so hard! Fuck, it never crossed his mind that a virgin femboy could cause him so much lust and desire. But it was true: Harry saying he didn't know how to kiss sounded so dirty to his ears as if Harry had told him right then and there that his virgin little hole yearned to be raped by his big cock.

'I will be the first!', he thought proudly, the haughty and confident 'The first to kiss, to touch him… The first to be with him and inside him... Hmm…'

"Oh my beautiful darling…" he smiled, leaning closer, touching his lips to his gently and calmly.

Inexperienced soft lips welcomed the hunk's experienced lips, the hufflepuff becoming excited as he felt the small body in his strong arms, his lungs filling with the feminine scent of fresh roses that emanated from the femboy, his tongue slowly exploring the mouth like.

Cedric felt the heat of Harry's tongue on his own, the little one's sweet taste invading his mouth, more intoxicating and psychedelic than any drug: Harry's taste was as sweet and juicy as ripe strawberries… The lad smiled contentedly, firmly holding the tiny waist with dominant manner, but gentle.

It was a calm, slow, nervous, trembling, uncertain kiss, full of desire and mutual attraction. Cedric guided Harry through every second of that kiss as if he were waltzing with a lady, feeling the femboy's small hands caressing the back of his head and hair in a tender and surrendered way.

That was one of the best kisses he had ever given.

Gradually they parted for air, Cedric still giving small kisses to Harry's lips as Harry shuddered in emotion: he had been kissed for the first time... Cedric, his prince, his first innocent childhood crush, the heartthrob of Hogwarts, the most handsome and attractive guy of all had kissed him.

Ah, what a wonderful and stupendous emotion!

"Cedric!" Harry moaned weakly in protest as he was bent back, his neck being kissed by Harry's warm lips, his legs unsteady.

"So sweet... So beautiful... So perfect!" Cedric whispered to himself, inhaling Harry's rose scent.

He hugged Harry around the waist possessively, pressing him against him as he breathed in his scent and kissed his hair, feeling his body tremble from that intimate contact.

This was how he wanted Harry: weak and feminine, totally at the mercy of his male power and strength, given to him and him alone, passive and obedient, sweet and receptive.

"Oh Ced!" Harry sighed happily as he collected himself, his face against the tall man's strong chest.

"You are my sweet girl, Harry... You are, aren't you?" he asked softly, stroking the back and end of the gryffindor's long dark hair.

Little by little Harry was pulling away from him, to look him in the eye.

"Ced?"

"Yes, my angel… "

Harry blushed, his breathing sharp as he looked up at him.

"You said you want to get to know me better... That you're interested in me." Harry said with a feverish gleam in his eyes "Does that mean... That you want to date me?"

Cedric froze, his smile on his face getting a little stiff as his mind again worked a mile a minute.

To date?

Dating was certainly one of the last things he thought about.

Everything he said was with a great deal of sincerity, but with a different, punctual intention; he wanted to take Harry to bed and claim his precious virginity.

But dating?

Cedric has never had a girlfriend and has never been seriously in love with any girl, none of them being interesting enough to pique his interest. The only thing he was passionate about and devoted to was wet pussies eager for his cock and for titties he enjoyed so much to suck.

But dating Harry?

He was silent, not knowing what to say. Harry lowered his head, looking melancholic.

"I may not be a real girl…" he whispered "But I deserve respect."

"Of course you do, babe!" he replied.

"So if you're really interested in me… And if you respect me, please don't think I'm easy, a throwaway fun." Harry looked at him, almost pleading, "I'm a person like you. I have a heart and feelings."

Harry looked at him, holding the large hand close to his little face.

"Some of your mates think… That just because I'm like that, I'm a pervert they can use and throw away. But I'm not!" the gryffindor sighed sadly "So if you're serious and interested in me… Don't treat me like something disposable."

Cedric stood still.

"But if you're not… If everything you've said to me is just in the heat of the moment, please let me know. So I'll find a way to stop fancy you." Harry confessed sadly.

"Do you fancy me?" Cedric asked softly, his hand being tenderly caressed by the little one.

Harry smiled docilely.

"Oh Ced, I wouldn't give you my first kiss if I didn't." he replied.

Cedric stood there, looking at him thoughtfully, his analytical mind thinking about everything so far: about his experience with sex and women, about his sexuality, about his morality, about the bet, about Harry, about his desires and how far he was willing to go to get what he wanted… Dating Harry officially meant he would be putting his reputation at risk, making a point for others to talk about him and questioning his masculinity for being with a femboy… Dating Harry was going down an unknown path, because he never had a serious relationship and didn't know what that implied.

But looking at Harry there in his arms and feeling the desire and attraction, the only thing he thought was a grandiose 'Fuck them all!'

Harry was indisputably beautiful, sweet and intelligent... He was also famous and rich, something that didn't count so much for him, but that had undeniable benefits, they having an equal footing in something, being a balanced couple... Harry was virgin and innocent, something that counted for a lot to him, as he would never have a whore for his girlfriend.

Yes...

If they were dating, the path for Cedric to get him into bed and achieve his goal would be easier. And the others? Let others go to hell. Nobody was crazy to say something in front of him.

Yes... There were more pros than cons.

"Harry, do you understand that if I court you and we start dating, I'll be the only man in this relationship?" he said, feeling a strange and primitive emotion vibrating within, fierce and predatory "Do you understand that I mean it when I say I'm a man and I'm into woman?"

Harry was silent, eyes wide.

"If I court you… If we date, you'll be my girlfriend." he said in a husky voice, placing his hands on the wide hips "Everything will be black and white: you'll be my girlfriend, my girl… Do you understand what this means?"

Harry shuddered, stunned by what he heard.

"Understand what that implies?" Cedric repeated softly, his hands caressing his waist suggestively.

Harry bit his lower lip and sighed shakily, looking at him shyly and demurely.

"I… I understand. I think… " he replied shyly, looking at him as he placed his hands on the strong arms "So… So are you going to be my boyfriend?"

Cedric just smiled, leaning forward and kissing him once more.

Three Broomsticks was a favorite destination for the older Hogwarts students when they visited Hogsmeade, all the young people happy and excited with every round of butterbeer served, making small talk as they made the most of their free time and filling the pub with voices and laughter.

But the arrival of two people in the pub was enough to make most of them remain silent, all looking in the same direction while asking the same question: were they really seeing that?!

Cedric Diggory and Harry Potter walking together and holding hands? Cedric Diggory, the Hogwarts hunk and womanizer, Hufflepuff' seeker and captain, prefect, Triwizard Tournament champion, the most popular guy in school with his arm around little Harry Potter? Were they really seeing that?!

Cedric's friends widened their eyes and nearly choked on their butterbeer at the sight of the scene, giving their friend a look that required an explanation later, only to receive back only a triumphant, arrogant smile.

"Come on babe... I'll order you a drink." Cedric whispered in Harry's ear, leading him to a table farther away, suitable for couples.

While most cast disbelieving looks, a pair of dark brown eyes smoldered with other emotions: Cho Chang seethed with hatred and above all with humiliation, vanity and wounded pride. She knew that Cedric left her for another girl. Men did that, she knew that.

But her being pushed aside for a fucking poof? Cedric refusing to go out with her in public and show up there with a sissy in his arms?

That made her furious. And she wouldn't let it go.