Harry Potter walked into the Great Hall for bacon and eggs. He sat down at the Gryffindor table and scooped some yellow scrambled eggs on his plate. "Mmm, eggs," he thought. He grabbed some slightly burnt toast and bacon and proceeded to eat. He'd eaten the bacon, and was starting on the eggs when he felt some one tap his shoulder. Harry turned his head and looked into the blue eyes of Cedric Diggory.

"Hey Harry." said Cedric cheerily. Harry had some egg hanging off his lip, and he looked positively dumbfounded. "That's so cute," thought Cedric.

"Um, seeing as how we don't have class today I wondered if you wanted to hang out by the lake or the library or something," Cedric said as he sat down next to Harry, smiling.

"Uh...I...Hermione...she asked to help her with a thing, I've gotta' go. Bye." bumbled Harry quite quickly. He grabbed his toast and walked rather quickly, out of the Great Hall. Harry brushed some of the egg off of his lip, but didn't quite get it all off. "I must have looked so stupid!" he thought and smacked his forehead. He started to slow down once he was near the Gryffindor tower. He walked up a marble staircase and was confronted by none other than his own nemesis Draco Malfoy.

"Well, well, well. Look what we have here. If it isn't Potty, where are the rest of the Musketeers?" Draco's cold green eyes stared into Harry's brutally. Draco was a cruel little boy with white-blonde hair and the only time he wasn't sneering at someone was when he was laughing at their dismay. Usually along side of Draco were his lackey's Crabbe and Goyle: two boys who looked like apes and had mentalities to match, luckily for Harry they were absent from Malfoy's sides.

"Get lost Malfoy, I could easily say the same for you," rebuttled Harry. He shoved Malfoy into the staircase banister and marched past. "Damn am I lucky Crabbe and Goyle aren't here," thought Harry. He sped off towards the Gryffindor tower, knowing that if Crabbe and Golye weren't there now they'd be there soon to pound Harry's fragile face to a bloody pulp.

"You've got egg on your face faggot!" cried Malfoy as Harry raced along. Harry stopped in his tracks dropping his toast. Faggot. Harry wondered if he heard what he'd just heard. Harry wasn't gay...or at least he didn't think he was. The idea had never really occurred to him as seriously as it did then. He shook his head and continued up the stairs slowly and dazedly. He didn't pick up his toast.

"Harry is a faggot! Harry is a faaaagot!" taunted a fat, spoiled little boy named Dudley as he followed Harry to his cupboard. "Am not." blubbered Harry with tears in his eyes. Dudley continued to call Harry a faggot, and a bastard, an orphan-boy, and other cruel names that Dudley had no knowledge of their meaning. Harry slammed the door of his cupboard and cried and cried. The door opened slowly. "Go away Dudley!" cried Harry fiercely. He turned around to see his Uncle Vernon, Dudley's father. Harry immediately stopped whimpering. Vernon raised his stubby hand and made a fist. He was beet red. "Dudley came to me crying saying you called him a faggot! How dare trash like you even speak to him, after we let you live here when your bloody stupid parents died... You will be, very sorry Potter." Harry felt tears streaming down his eyes. He knew he wasn't as sorry as he was going to be. Vernon's face was right in front of his. His fat fist was inches away from Harry's face coming closer at a faster rate; it soon collided with Harry's he-

"Hey Harry what's up!" Hermione came bounding down the stairs, her brown hair its usual mess. "I thought we could go to breakfast together, I'm famished!" explained Hermione, who was of course holding at least three books.

"I...uhh...already ate. And besides Ron wanted me to help him with something," lied Harry quickly. "Oh, okay then Harry. I'll see you after I guess," said Hermione with a smile and waved goodbye.

Luckily for Harry none of the boys in his dormitory were awake they were all snoring loudly. He changed back into his light and dark blue stripped pajamas and climbed into his bed. He pretended to sleep in the crimson, satin sheets as the boys slowly woke, ten minutes, twenty minutes, an hour later. Seamus, Dean, and Neville, other boys in his dormitory, all trotted off downstairs to breakfast dazedly. Ron "woke" Harry up by shaking him until he woke up.

They walked downstairs, into the Great Hall. "Cedric had to be done with breakfast by now," thought Harry.

Harry finally ate a real breakfast with Ron and some other Gryffindors. He ate more bacon and eggs, without getting it on his face his time. He walked out of the Great Hall and followed Ron and Neville outside by the giant lake. The grass was a lush, vibrant green and was swaying in the breeze while a giant squid basked in the sun's rays while it lay in the lake's reflective waters. Harry felt so out of place in his black robes, but then again everyone else was too. Harry was almost twenty feet from the lake when someone called his name.

"Harry!" Cedric was looking at him with those eyes that took on a whole new shade in the sunlight like this. Harry trudged over slowly and grumpily, he didn't want to talk to Cedric; it made his stomach churn. "Can I have a word?" asked Cedric.

"Uh...sure I guess," said Harry dismally, he tried to mat his hair down to look his best for Cedric. "Why am I acting like this!" he screamed in his head. He knew he couldn't avoid Cedric forever, it was only the first day of school, and he'd seen Cedric twice, and was sure he'd see him more today. They walked over behind a small, tree that was scarce of leaves.

"Harry...I know you've been avoiding me," accused Cedric, with a slightly sad frown. He ran his hand through his own brown hair. Harry felt a twinge in his stomach.

"N-n-no I haven't," defended Harry whose stomach did a flip. "No. It's okay. I just...want to know why. Was it because of that kiss?" asked Cedric, his eyes starting to loose their spark.

"Well...I just don't know if...I like guys that way," explained Harry. Cedric looked slightly hurt. Harry felt another sharp twinge of emotional pain. "Why did that bother him? Did he like Cedric?" he questioned. Cedric was looking at his black shoes. Harry, put his finger under Cedric's chin and pushed his head up so that he could see Cedric's eyes. Such cool blue eyes. Harry stared into them. He saw years of pain, sorrow, loss, and tragedy in those eyes.

It was all flooding back to him, the dreams, the thoughts of everything he'd forgotten over the summer. He had thought about Cedric naked, kissing Cedric, touching Cedric, dating Cedric. "What was Cedric's favourite colour, candy, book? Where was he born? What's his middle name? What does he think of me?" Harry was drowning in Cedric's eyes; those cold blue waters were sucking him and were never going to let him go. A twig fell on Harry's head, and he snapped back to life.

"I have to go. But um...can we meet later?" asked Harry, not knowing at all what he was doing. Cedric's face was full of colour, his eyes had life in them again, and he broke into a brilliant smile.

"Of, of course!" exclaimed Cedric a little too excitedly. "Uhhm when and where?" Harry could tell he was extremely excited.

"I'll find you," said Harry not even sure of his own words or who was saying them, and he walked over towards Ron and the others by the lake where the squid was accepting toast that the students had brought from breakfast.