Written for the Game of Life Challenge: Prompts: Harry Potter, Cedric/Cho and Diagon Alley.

A Little Jealousy Never Hurt Anyone

Harry watched the pair walk past, their eyes only on each other and jealousy stirred inside him. Why couldn't that be him? Why did it have to be stupid Cedric Diggory with his stupid perfect features and his boring eyes and kissable lips and...

Wait, what?

Stupid Cedric Diggory, making him think these weird things. He glared even harder after the pair.

"If looks could kill," came a voice and Harry's head whipped around, his eyes falling on a redhead.

"Harry, right? Course it's you, I remember watching you take on that dragon. Amazing work, not like Krum who hurt poor Margaret by hitting her in the eye with a spell -"

"Who are you?" Harry blurted out, interrupting the man.

"Are you telling me that you spend all your time with Weasleys, yet you're unable to spot another one?" the man replied, with a grin.

"Charlie?" Harry guessed. There were only two Weasleys that he hadn't yet met and the mention of dragons narrowed that down. Plus it made sense since Charlie helped out with the dragons..

"Right, that's me. Mum said you were here getting supplies when I told her I was coming here. I said that I'd look out for you," Charlie replied. "The family were getting a bit sick of hearing me talk about Dragons too."

"Oh yeah, Ron told me that you work in a Dragon Sanctuary," Harry replied. "What's it like?"

Charlie stared at him for a moment. "You actually want to talk about Dragons?" He asked in disbelief.

"Dragons are amazing, though I'm not so fond of Hungarian Horntails," Harry told him.

"Oh you mean Helena?" Charlie asked. "Poor old dear is harmless really."

"Helena?" Harry asked. "You call the dragon Helena?"

Charlie raised an eyebrow. "What did you think we named them? Helena and Margaret are perfect names for dragons."

"I never really thought about it," Harry admitted.

"You done shopping?" Charlie asked, glancing at the packages Harry was holding.

Harry glanced down at the parcels in his arms. "Yeah."

"Okay, because you missed dinner. Mum was waiting on you, I said that they should just eat and I'll bring you for something in the Leaky Cauldron."

"Oh, I lost track of time, I'm so sorry -"

"You were too busy glaring at that couple you mean. Did you spent the whole time stalking them or just part of it?"

Harry glanced at Charlie. "I thought we were going to get food?" he said, avoiding the question entirely.

...oOo...

The pair took their seats in the Leaky Cauldron and ordered their food and some butterbeers.

It was only a couple of minutes before Cedric and Cho followed it, taking seats a few tables away. Harry glared at them again.

"So, tell me what it was like to fly with a dragon like that?" Charlie asked, drawing Harry's attention to him.

"It was amazing," Harry replied. "It took me a while to work out exactly what I was going to do to get past the dragon, I didn't want to hurt it or anything."

"Clever move with the broom," Charlie agreed.

"Yeah. it was amazing. I stopped being scared once the broom was in my hand. Plus the dragon -"

"Helena," Charlie said.

"Yeah, Helena - she was amazing when she took off. I couldn't get a proper look as I was in front, but from what I did see, she was..."

"Beautiful," Charlie finished. "She really is. Dragons are beautiful creatures."

"You must love dragons a lot to work with them," Harry said.

"I do," Charlie agreed, pausing as their dinner got put in front of them. The conversation stopped as the pair dug in - both of them having ordered steak for dinner.

Once the food was gone, Charlie picked up where he left off, telling Harry all about life at the reserve with the dragons and Harry talked about the tournament and the other competitors.

When they were ready to leave, Harry realised that Cho and Cedric's table was empty. He had been too busy talking to Charlie to even notice them get up.

"So, is it her or him?"

Harry looked around at Charlie, confused.

Charlie nodded his head towards the now empty table. "Is it her or him that upset you? Which one are you jealous of?"

"What do you mean?" Harry asked.

"Well, Ginny said you asked Cho Chang to the Christmas Ball... but you can't keep your eyes off Diggory. So..."

"I'm not gay if that's what you're thinking," Harry blurted out. "I was just wondering - why him?"

Charlie just looked amused at his answer. "I wasn't saying you were, I was just asking."

"Because I like girls," Harry continued.

Charlie shrugged. "That's good, though you've just spent the whole time here telling me about Cedric Diggory. I know more about him than I do about you. If you like girls, fine... but if you don't you might want someone to talk to about it."

Harry hesitated for a moment. "I like girls," he insisted. Had he really spoken about Cedric that much? Stupid Cedric with his stupid hair and stupid handsome face, and stupid beautiful eyes...

"But if I did want to talk?" He whispered, uncertainly.

"Then you write to me," Charlie said. "You're fifteen, right?"

"Fourteen."

"Right, a confusing age if you ask me. If you need a friend or advice, no matter how stupid you think the question or situation is, send me an owl," Charlie said.

"Why?" Harry asked. "Not that I don't appreciate the offer... just, we don't know each other?"

"Because you're Ron's friend and I've been where you are," Charlie said kindly. "Now let's head back, mum will be wondering where we got to."

"Right," Harry replied, following Charlie to the floo, his head muddled.

...oOo...

"And the Chinese Fireball's name is April," Charlie said, over the noise of his family. "She's such a cutie. Laid herself some eggs a couple of years ago. You should see the babies. Adorable little things."

Harry nodded his head, his full attention on Charlie Weasley. It was hard not to pay the man attention, his stories were fascinating.

"Though I've never flown with one of them," Charlie said with a grin. "Though I'll add that on my list of things to do."

"Charlie is completely obsessed with dragons," Ron offered from beside Harry.

"I don't blame him, Dragons are fascinating," Harry replied, only to be on the receiving end of one of Charlie's smiles.

"He even has a dragon tattoo," Ron said, shaking his head. "Completely mental over them."

"What dragon is it?" Harry asked.

"I've got two. The one on my back in a Common Welsh Green," Charlie said. "It was the first dragon I looked after when I started out."

"And the other?" Harry asked.

"Somewhere that I'm not able to show you, I'm afraid," Charlie replied.

"Is it another dragon?" Harry found himself asking.

Charlie nodded.

"What kind?"

"Hungarian Horntail," Charlie replied with a slight laugh.

Harry done his best not to picture exactly where Charlie's second tattoo was, or what it looked like. He liked girls. Not guys.

Stupid Cedric, this was all his fault.

...oOo...

"What do you have there?" Hermione asked, as Harry untied a letter from the owl in front of him. "Another letter from Charlie?"

"How did you know Charlie was owling me?" Harry asked.

"Just a guess," Hermione said. "So?"

Harry thought about how to tell Hermione about how he couldn't stop thinking about Charlie and what his tattoo's looked like and Charlie's soft smile.

"So, nothing. He's just talking about the Tournament, nothing else," Harry said. He was secretly disappointed that Charlie had returned to Romania, he had hoped to see Charlie again over the summer. He had so many questions to ask him. He wanted to show Charlie that he wasn't a kid.

Hermione just looked at him knowingly.

Harry didn't say another word. He had a lot to work out in his head before he saw Charlie again.

The least of his worries was a small crush on his best friend's brother.

There will be a second part to this - Called: "Have You Ever Ridden A Dragon Before, Harry?" It'll be up in the next few days. :)

It'll be set when Harry is older.

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