Harry and Cedric sat together at the Gryffindor table During the Halloween feast. There were bats flying above the tables in between jack-o-lanterns that had been levitated above the students heads. There wasn't a lot of space at the tables because of the new Drumstrang arrivals were seated at the Slytherin table, and the Beaxbatons students sat at the Hufflepuff table. Harry, who was sitting next to Cedric and across from Ron and Hermione started on his lamb chops. "Act casual, just perfectly normal," thought Harry. Both Hermione and Ron were staring at Cedric, then moving back to Harry, then Cedric. Cedric was beginning to eat his mashed potatoes and gravy when Hermione spoke.

"Erm, Harry I don't mean to be rude, but why is Cedric sitting with us?" asked Hermione delicately. She looked at Harry as if were insane and needed to be treaded around lightly.

"Because there's no space at my table. But if you want me to leave, I will," replied Cedric slowly. He smiled deviantly as he said this which took Harry quite by surprise, "Why is he acting like that? That's not like him at all," Harry wondered.

"Oh no that's not what I meant at all. It's just...you guys don't exactly hang around often," explained Hermione, and she put on a somewhat confused friendly smile. Harry opened his mouth to speak when he was interrupted.

"Students! Students!" came a loud voice from the head table. It was Dumbledore, and he was standing along with an immensely tall woman in a blue dress and a man with dark hair to his lower back and dressed in a red and brown fur coat. The one in blue was Madame Maxime, (Headmistress of Beaxbatons) and the man with dark hair was Professor Kakaroff, (Headmaster of Durmstrang). When Dumbledore finally got the students attention he walked to the space in between the house tables and the head table where a grey dusty cloth blocked an object from the students view. Dumbledore stood in front of the spider-web covered sheet; he put his hand on top of the object and tore the sheet off of the object quite dramatically, and revealed a golden chest, with many colourful jewels ornamented on its surface. Many "Ooh's," and "What's that?" erupted from the crowd of students. He put the tip of his wand into the hole where a key would normally go, and whispered something that no one heard. A bright blue light shone from the key hole and the lid of the trunk popped open. Inside on the chest was a silver chalice that had a blue fire burning in it, which was greeted by the same praise as the beautiful chest. Dumbledore levitated the goblet out of the chest and onto a cylindrical stand where it could be viewed properly, after a few seconds the students began clapping.

"This is the Goblet of Fire," explained Dumbledore to all of the students. "Any of you wishing to enter the TriWizard Tournament simply need write your name and school onto a piece of parchment and drop it in. In exactly two days at this time the Goblet will release the names of the three champions," and with that Dumbledore sat down at the head table while chatter arose amongst the tables of who was and wasn't entering.

"So...um...Cedric are you entering?" asked Ron, trying to make conversation.

"Yeah, I think so," replied Cedric, ruffling his brown hair. Harry turned to him instantly. Harry felt his heart beat faster, "He was going to enter?" Beat. "What if it's dangerous?" Beat. "What if he got hurt?" Beat "Why do you care so much?" Beat "You like him you faggot." Beat "Harry is a faggot, Harry is a faggot." Be- Cedric's hand was on Harry's right leg. Beat-Beat-Beat-Beat-Beat. Harry felt really hot, and his stomach was doing flips. "Oh my god, Oh my god, Oh my god. What do I do? Cedric likes me!" Harry's mind was racing. "You like him too. Because you're a dirty fagg. I can't wait till you get home and your Uncle beats some sense into you." Harry's face turned red, and he began sweating. Ron looked at Harry.

"Harry...are you alright?" questioned Ron. Harry felt nauseous. The room was spinning. He was about to collapse. Cedric took his hand off his leg, and the spinning stopped. The rest of the students were getting up, because they were tired and full, and retreated to their dormitories. Hermione got up and pulled Ron up.

"What about Harry?" whispered Ron to Hermione. She shushed him and dragged him along. Harry got up with Cedric; they were the last ones to leave. "We can talk now," thought Harry. "Talk about what, how much you like him? Do you like him?" pondered Harry.

"Cedric...do you really think you'll enter?" asked Harry quietly he stopped walking, his head was down. Cedric brought his fingers to Harry's chin and pulled his head up. Cedric grabbed Harry's arm and pulled him into a deserted hallway where no one could see them if they decided to walk back to the direction of the Great Hall. Cedric put his hands behind Harry's head and pulled him in. They kissed. "What am I doing? What am I doing?" wondered Harry. They stopped kissing and Cedric looked into Harry's green eyes.

"Don't worry. I won't get hurt. I promise," said Cedric, smiling, and Harry believed him completely. Cedric and Harry left the hallway and walked up a marble staircase they were walking very close. They left each other to retreat to their dormitories. They knew they couldn't kiss in an open hallway like this so they stared into each others eyes until a first year student walked in between their line of vision. "Stop fucking staring you prat," thought Harry. Cedric waved to Harry as he ascended down another staircase and Harry waved back while he walked down a hall to the Gryffindor common room.

"What was that about?" questioned Ron. She was sitting in a large chair next to the fire, as was Hermione. Ron had a questioning look on his face. Hermione looked somewhat between questioning and smug.

"What?" Harry was playing dumb. "I can't let them know. They'd hate me," Harry thought. He made to go upstairs but Ron stopped him. He was out of the chair and in front of Harry.

"You and Cedric, you guys don't hang out a lot," Hermione explained. She was sitting in her chair and had a smile on her face. Ron was following Harry, who was making his way up the staircase to his dormitory.

"Yeah I know. So we fixed that problem by sitting with each other today. Jeez. G'night!" replied Harry, almost shouting as he stormed quickly up the stairs and into his bed. He didn't bother to change into pajamas as he closed the drawings on his four-poster. "Why are you so angry with them? They didn't do anything. They just want to know about your Big. Gay. Crush." came a voice in Harry's head

"Harry?" said Ron from the bed next to Harry's. Harry didn't respond. He dreamt of Cedric being swallowed in a cup of blue flames, while Hermione and Ron cheered.

Okay yeah new chapter. Uhm, the other chapters were revised if you want to go check them or something. So yeah. I hope you liked this one.

Mr.Lucky13