Author: Sazmuffin
Disclaimer: I own nothing of Harry Potter.
A/N: This is slash between Cedric and Krum during Harry's fourth year. If you don't like slash, or are against it, don't read. Plain and simple.
Live and Love
Adjacent rays of light shone through the stain glass window of the Prefect's bathroom, as Cedric Diggory waited for his foreign friend, Viktor Krum. Unbeknown to Viktor, Cedric's door swung the other way. What he thought was a strange custom in the UK, was a meeting that most likely would wind up with some of Cedric's fantasies becoming realities.
Cedric anxiously tugged at his dark brown curls, his icy blue eyes wandering to the door of the lavatory and back to his shoes. His throat felt very tight and dry, his hands wet with perspiration. He couldn't understand why he was so nervous. He had met many a boy in this room. What was so special about Krum?
Shadows of feet appeared before the bottom of the door, as a large, tanned hand turned the door nob and walked discreetly into the room. Krum, in his hopes, had thought it was just a ploy to render him unable to participate in the next challenge.
The Hufflepuff boy hopped off his seat of the window ledge, straightening his collar and clearing his throat.
"What is this about?" Krum asked, his voice demanding.
Cedric gulped, and replied, "I asked you here to see if you and I shared the same feelings for each other."
Viktor's bushy eyebrows lifted, the corners of his mouth twitching. Part of him did not understand what the Hogwarts student had meant. Feelings? Did he mean he wanted him to loose? Or something else?
"Why, of course. As you know, you and I are basically the leading rivalry in this competition. The girl from France may have skills, and the smaller boy may know a thing or two, but everyone knows where the talent lies."
"No, my Bulgarian friend, I am speaking in matters of the heart," Cedric walked closer to the foreigner, reaching out a hand to the lapel of his coat.
Viktor twitched again, but didn't move. "I do not understand, my friend."
"What I am trying to say Viktor, is that I have fallen in love with you."
"Love? With is this? In Bulgaria, a man does not have intimacy with another man. I would be scorned forever more."
Cedric lifted an icy cold hand to the face of the Bulgarian, and replied into his ear, "As would I."
Viktor turned his head to look at Cedric close in the face. Their noses were mere inches from meeting and their eyes were locked.
The force of the embrace the two boys gave each other could've fired a rifle. To caress one another with such passion, enthusiasm, and vigor was unknown to all who had not experienced love beyond all comprehension before.
To love is to live, and to live is to love. You will not live without love, you will not love without life. It is as simple as that.
For those who find love but do not seek it, will forever be wondering. Wondering what their life might've been like if they had taken that step, that risk, that dare.
And that was what Cedric Diggory did. He lived and he loved. He loved and he lived.
He lived, he really did.