Harry

The sensation that Harrry felt was indescribable.

"Alright kids, let go!" Mr. Weasley yelled.

Everyone screamed at they fell onto the ground. Harry rolled down the hill a bit and knoncked Cedric off of his feet. They rolled to the bottom of the hill together.

Once they stopped spinning their legs were interwined and their faces were close.

"Um. Sorry." Harry mumbled, obviously embarassed.

"Its alright" Cedric said. He gracefully got up on his feet and pulled harry up.

They walked over to the rest of the gorup who were setting up the tents.

"So, you are you rooting for?" Cedric said to make conversation.

"Ireland, you?'

"Bulgaria. But only because Krum is amazing, i mean the way he flys, it looks so easy." Cedric said. Harry could hear the passion he felt for quidditch from the way he talked.

"Krum?"

"The Bulgarians seeker. He's their pride and joy." Cedric said as he faced Harry. "You've never heard of him have you?"

"Well um. No." Harry said nervously.

" Oh gods Harry. He's incredible. You're in for a really good game." Cedric said and laughed. Harry spent the rest of the walk trying to think of something witty or clever to say, but Cedrics arm brushing against his was really distracting.

If only he had known that soon he would find out that Cedric was thinking the exact same thing.