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Don't wake me
His eyes are grey.
Harry can barely meet them, trying to look away, wanting these dreams to just leave him alone. He knows it had been his fault, all his fault, but what can he do about it?
"Harry?" his voice asks, gently concerned.
Harry turns his head away. He doesn't want to see him. He knows how these dreams go…
"Harry love, what are you doing?" his voice asks again, and it takes Harry a few seconds to realise what has been said. Harry love? Cedric has never called him love. There meetings before were short and hurried, forbidden things that neither wanted but neither could stop.
Harry looks into those grey eyes.
This is a mistake, he realises faintly. Cedric's eyes are deep and oh-so-easy to fall into.
"Harry, what's the matter?"
Harry drops his eyes again. "I killed you Cedric," he whispers. "I'm sorry."
Cedric's voice is faintly bemused. "But I'm right here."
"You're dead," Harry says softly. "You're dead and I killed you."
There is a long pause, and then Cedric laughs uneasily. "Harry, have you been at the punch again? You know the twins spiked it…"
Harry continues looking at the ground. A few seconds pass, and then there are warm fingers beneath his chin, forcing him to look up. It is his Cedric he sees there, but it isn't. His Cedric had never looked at him with such tender caring, nor had his Cedric minded if he had been at the punch. Sometimes Harry thinks his Cedric preferred it when they were both drunk.
"Cedric?" he asks.
Cedric smiles at him. "Harry?"
"I…" Harry begins, but there is no need for any words for Cedric leans forward to press their lips together…
Harry knows this is a dream, but he finds he doesn't want to wake up.