Written for - The Pairing Boot Camp Challenge on the HPFC

Prompts - (word) war

Summary - Obligatory 'all three of them were seekers and fight about it all the time' fic.

Word Count - 368

"Fuck you, Cedric Diggory!" Harry shouts, slamming a pillow on his head from stood atop their bed. Cedric let out a yelp of surprise, and Cho could be heard giggling in the bathroom.

"What the hell," Cedric says, rubbing at his head. "What was that for?" he asks Harry as Harry sits down harshly, bouncing a little on the large mattress. Harry grins up at him.

"That was for third year," he says. He continues before Cedric can apologize for the umpteenth time. "Your dumbass really thought you could beat me at Quidditch? Fat chance, you fucking Hufflepuff."

"I'll have you know that you're literally representing Hufflepuff right now," Cedric says, pointing at the too-big yellow and black striped sweater that Harry had pulled on earlier. "And I could totally beat you," he says. "I'm great at Quidditch."

"Fuck you," Harry repeats. "I'm way better at Quidditch than you are." Cedric flops down next to Harry with a breathy laugh.

"You wish," Cedric says, splaying his arms out across the bed. Harry curls up next to him, using Cedric's arm as a pillow and throwing his arm over his body. "I'm definitely better than you."

"Does the first first year seeker in a century ring a bell?" Harry asks into Cedric's chest, his voice defiant. "Oh right, that was me. Try a-fucking-gain, Diggory."

"Ok, but, take this for thought," Cedric said. "Approximately 75% of the school was in love with me."

"Ladies, ladies," Cho says, bursting the door for the bathroom open as she enters their room. "You're both pretty." She flicks off the lights and then drops herself on the bed next to Cedric, twisting one hand in his hair and draping the other over the both of them. "Besides, you two can end your little war here. I've always been the best at Quidditch."

"Oh, fuck off," Harry says. "I'm the best."

"You're deluding yourself," Cedric mumbles sleepily, "Cho's better than both of us."

"Ok, yeah," Harry says, "But I'm still better than you, Ced."

"Ok, Harry," Cedric says. "Keep on lying to yourself."

"Love you," Cho says.

"Love you too," Cedric chimes in immediately.

"Love you third," Harry says. "And this isn't over."

"We know."