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Cedric glanced over to the Gryffindor table and watched his fellow Seeker, surrounded by housemates discussing the First Task with animated swoops of their arms. It was very easy to watch Harry, with his glossy black hair- like Cho's- and his grace. Cedric had known Harry was a skilled flyer, but his respect had doubled after watching Harry outfly the dragon. He regretted their match the previous year; it hadn't been fair, and his desire for a rematch on better terms was now even stronger.
Cedric didn't like to admit it, but he wasn't certain that he'd be as generous as Harry if he had an advantage over his competitors before the next Task. Harry's sense of fair play, it seemed, exceeded his own. He was sometimes ashamed of the "Support Cedric Diggory" badges, but hadn't done anything to stop them, really.
Harry was stolid, brave, and generous, but to have only a handful of supporters and hundreds of detractors in the castle, Cedric thought, must be a terrible burden. Sometimes Cedric thought about pulling Harry into a hug and tucking him against his chest. He'd be just the right height, a little taller than Cho, and that messy hair would tickle under Cedric's chin.
Taller than Cho, and a year younger. Just three years younger than Cedric himself. No. Harry was too proud and self-reliant. Not even for the sake of gratitude would Cedric's scenario happen. He supposed that, if Harry won, he'd join the other fans, undistinguished, save for that single time he'd had a taste of Harry's generosity.
Cedric glanced over to the Gryffindor table and watched his fellow Seeker, surrounded by housemates discussing the First Task with animated swoops of their arms. It was very easy to watch Harry, with his glossy black hair- like Cho's- and his grace. Cedric had known Harry was a skilled flyer, but his respect had doubled after watching Harry outfly the dragon. He regretted their match the previous year; it hadn't been fair, and his desire for a rematch on better terms was now even stronger.
Cedric didn't like to admit it, but he wasn't certain that he'd be as generous as Harry if he had an advantage over his competitors before the next Task. Harry's sense of fair play, it seemed, exceeded his own. He was sometimes ashamed of the "Support Cedric Diggory" badges, but hadn't done anything to stop them, really.
Harry was stolid, brave, and generous, but to have only a handful of supporters and hundreds of detractors in the castle, Cedric thought, must be a terrible burden. Sometimes Cedric thought about pulling Harry into a hug and tucking him against his chest. He'd be just the right height, a little taller than Cho, and that messy hair would tickle under Cedric's chin.
Taller than Cho, and a year younger. Just three years younger than Cedric himself. No. Harry was too proud and self-reliant. Not even for the sake of gratitude would Cedric's scenario happen. He supposed that, if Harry won, he'd join the other fans, undistinguished, save for that single time he'd had a taste of Harry's generosity.