After walking in nerve-racking silence for a while, Cedric and Harry said their goodbyes as Harry entered the Weasley tent and Cedric continued on the walk to the tent that his father and he would be staying at.

After settling into their tents and getting ready for the match, The Weasleys, The Diggorys, Hermione, and Harry set off for the pitch. The festivities from earlier were even more elaborate.

Harry was kicked in the back and knocked off his feet by a person on a broom screaming "Go Bulgaria". Luckily Cedric was walking beside him and was able to catch Harry.

"Thanks." Harry said while staring into Cedric's grey eyes.

"No problem." Cedric said breathlessly. The entire scene around them seemed to pause, the sound became muffled and everything was blurred into the colors of green, red, and black.

" Come on! Its about to start." Ron yelled, breaking the serene bubble that ad surrounded Harry and Cedric. Cedric exhaled and pulled Harry completely to his feet.

They continued to walk together to the pitch. They spoke of the displays of nationalism and what they thought the outcome of the game would be. Cedric felt that even though the Irish team on whole was better then the Bulgarian team, that Krum would undoubtedly catch the snitch. Harry laughed and said that although he favored Ireland, that if Krum was anywhere near as good as Cedric was making him out to be, that he wouldn't be surprised if the Bulgarians won.

Cedric and Harry split up at the stairway. Harry began to climb the stairs upward when Cedric called his name.

"Harry."

"Yeah?" Harry said as he turned around to face the beautiful older boy.

"I was wondering if maybe you wanted to erm.. hang out tonight?" Cedric asked timidly, his eyes dropped to his foot which was casually swinging and scuffing up the floor.

Harry looked at Cedric blankly.

"So erm, will you?" Cedric asked again panic beginning to rise as he cheeks reddened.

"Yeah. Yeah. That be um real cool." Harry answered and Cedric flashed him a perfect smile.

"Right. Well I'll meet you outside your tent about 10 or so." Cedric said as he walked away.

Harry stood and watched Cedric's ascending form long enough to see him clench his fist at his side before pocketing his hand. Harry began to laugh and he ran up the stairs into the top box. He grabbed the seat next to Ron and George and set his omnoculars.

Harry watched the game intently; the liquid like movements of the players putting him into a serene like trance. When the referee called one of the Bulgarian's beaters for his shot at the Irish seeker and gave the Irish a penalty shot, Harry snuck a look at Cedric through the omnoculars. Cedric's expression was one of exhilaration as he yelled "Bad Call!" with the rest of the Bulgarian supporters. Harry smiled and then watched as the chaser got the quaffle through the hoop.

Harry snuck another look at Cedric right after Krum got the snitch. Cedric was talking animatedly to his father, probably expressing his excitement and disappointment that the same time Harry assumed.

At the end of the match Harry ran down the stairs and through the celebrations feeling like a silly school girl, while Cedric walked to his tent hoping that Harry would be able to make him feel better.

It was havoc inside Harry's tent. Fred and George were bursting about everywhere chanting and screaming songs. Ron was over on the sofa sometimes singing with the twins but when he wasn't he was mostly marveling at his new Krum figurine. Mr. Weasley was having yet another Fire whiskey and Ginny and Hermione were sitting by the fire in the pajamas, drinking hot chocolate and talking quietly. Every once in a while one of them would giggle loudly, then look around to make sure no one had heard what the other had just said, and then go back to talking in hushed voices with wide grins on their faces.

Harry was laying by himself on the sofa opposing Ron. He held a butterbeer loosley by his side and was a bit tipsy. Harry kept on checking his watch.

9:30. Harry read one his watch, and his stomach suddenly sank.

9:40. Oh God Harry thought. 20 minutes until I'm meeting up with one of the most sought after guys in all of Hogwarts.

9:50. Harry ran into his bathroom and brushed his teeth. He ran his fingers through his dark raven hair and rubbed at his eyes.

9:55. Oh God.

10:00.Cedric better have meant it.

Cedrics tent was a different story. His dad had had a few firewhiskeys as celebration but was now a little angry.

"Ced. Where you going?" His dad slurred as Cedric got up from his sofa.

"Going over to visit Harry." Cedric said as he turned around to face his face.

"Potter?"

"Yes"

"Why?" Cedrics dad said as his raised an eyebrow.

"For a chat." Cedric said as his walked towards the opening of the tent.

"Not planning on turning him gay, are you?" Amos's voice was dripping with hatred.

Cedric knew that Amos hated the fact that his son, his pride and joy, was gay.

Cedric breathed deeply.

"No i wasn't. I'm going for a chat, like i said earlier." Cedric said as he turned to face his father again.

"Bullocks." Amos hissed.

"Its not." Cedric said as his eyes became watery.

"Just get out. I don't care if your going to snog Potter or what. Just get out." Amos's dad half hissed half yelled.

Cedric let a tear leak from his eye and roll down his cheek. Big mistake.

"Get Out!" Amos yelled, throwing his empty glass at Cedric. Thankfully Cedric had good reflexes from Quidittch and was able to doge it. He opened the tent flap and walked out into the chilly air, hurt from his fathers words and his eyes stinging.

Sorry to keep you all waiting for so long, I've been traveling a lot and this was my first oppurtuinity to update.

Hope you enjoyed, and thanks for the many reviews :

xx Georgie