The Shortest Short Stories Ever: What Would You Do For A Klondike Bar?

By Spectra16

A/N: This chapter made me piss myself in laughter. It's in remembrance of Cedric.

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Chapter Twenty-one: What Would Cedric Diggory Do For A Klondike Bar? (heaven forbid)

The final moments were nigh, as Harry and Cedric stood in front of the Triwizard trophy, trying to decide who deserved it more. The other two competitors were far behind. Harry bit his lip.

"Go ahead, Cedric," Harry said. Cedric shook his head, hiding a smile.

"No Harry. You deserve this," he spoke with near empathy. Harry sighed.

"We'll do it together. On three," Harry looked at the trophy with gleam in his eye. Cedric nodded.

"One. . ." Harry breathed. Cedric's face lit up.

"Two. . ." Harry gasped. Cedric touched it. Harry's jaw dropped. Cedric picked it up and started evilly laughing.

"YES YES YES! OH BABY YEAH! IT'S MINE! IT'S ALL MINE! IN YOUR FACE!" Cedric pointed at Harry's face. He started shimmying and dancing.

"What the hell! We were gonna win it together!" Harry ripped it out of his hands.

"Kiss my arse!" Cedric ripped it back and ran off. He didn't stop running until he got to a dark alley way in Hogsmead where he pawned off the trophy for a Klondike bar.