Two chapters in one day for all of my luff-leh readers. 3's to you all! This chapter should give you a bit of action to make up for the...whatever... of the last chapter. Mwah!

On with the fic!

A soft moan marked Cedric's awakening, and he stirred, stretching, pulling the tangle of blankets with him. The young man was an odd sleeper- he wrapped himself in the blankets, weaving the sheets and comforter between his legs and around his torso so that one leg hung off the bed. He used only one pillow, one end of it under his dark-haired head, and the other end held tightly in his hands, gripping the soft thing to his chest.

Every night.

Which probably explained why his back needed constant cracking, but he simply couldn't find any other way to sleep. It was how he'd always slept. Rolling onto his back, he stretched again, feeling the crack, then flood of relief as his spine re-alligned itself. Ahh, much better.

Dragging himself from the warmth of his bright yellow and black plaid sheets, he headed for the shower, which was empty, thankfully. Going into one of the stalls, he stripped and tossed his clothes into a bag that he had brought along. Turning on the hot water first, he let it sting at his skin for several seconds, then adjusted it so he wouldn't be pink when he got out.

Shampoo, conditioner, and soap.

Rinse. Repeat.

Now, unlike other guys, Cedric preferred to stand in the warm water while he shaved. Just another odd Cedric thing. He'd magicked part of the wall into a mirror and was now leaned over, carefully pulling the razor along his sharp jaw line. Mist surrounded him from the hot water that was still cascading over him, but he could see what he was doing anyway.

Finishing with shaving, he waved it away, and began to pack up, the water still running. As he reached to turn it off, he became aware of a presence in the room, and he paused, hand going out for his wand.

Fingers wrapped around his wrist, and at the same time, a body that was shorter than his stepped up behind him, and the person's other hand moved to rest against Cedric's abdomen.

"What the hell-?" Thin lips pushed to his neck, and he felt the side of a pair of glasses rub the sensitive skin of his just-shaved jaw. ...Harry? The realization hit him just as the younger boy's hand dropped, and Cedric sucked in a breath, hand clamping down on the water knob. Somehow, Harry knew exactly what he was doing. Stars were shooting in Cedric's eyes, and he was sure that Harry could hear his labored breathing. The hand that had once clasped his wrist moved to wrap around to Cedric's chest, and the fingers splayed across his skin, pushing against him slightly.

"Harry, I'm-"

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Light assaulted him abruptly, and Cedric let out an irritated moan. His body was coated in sweat, and he rolled onto his back, glaring up at the yellow ceiling. Dully, he became aware that his boxers felt too tight, and he grabbed for a pair of pajama pants, pulling them on under the covers.

Hurrying into an empty shower stall, he took a very fast, cold shower, and tore down to breakfast once he had managed to calm himself down.

As he got to the Entrance Hall, a hand caught his and he was spun by the fact that he'd been running and abruptly stopped. A pair of arms locked around him, and a flurry of dark hair assaulted him, a pair of lips grinding to his.

Cho.

Her fingers curled into the material of his shirt against his back. Clinging... she was clinging to him. God, he hated it! He hated her!

Finally, it ended, and she stared up at him, big eyes wide and filled with tears. "I'm sorry, Cedric. I'm so sorry about what I did yesterday. Please don't be angry."

"I'm not." What! He was furious! She'd been a bitch, and now she was clinging, and... she wasn't Harry, dammit! That's why it was so easy to be irritated with her... she wasn't Harry!

Her head nuzzled into his chest, but he drew away, walking into the Great Hall with a mumble of "I'm hungry".