A/N: Holy crap... I can't believe people are still reading this. How do you even find it? It's probably wayyyyyy back in the bottom of all the fanfictions. Bahaha. Well, DiggoryDigsAllTheBoys has abandoned fanfiction, but I, DawnPapaya, am still faithful! I'll try to continue this, but if I do, holy crap I am going to rewrite chapter two. That thing is so awkward. I am ashamedddddddd. Cedric is probably going to be wayyy OOC cause I don't even read HP/CD fanfiction anymore, I'm more of an HP/DM kinda girl. Harry is prolly gonnna be OOC too, cause I can't write worth shit. :B My writing has recently hit a point where almost everything I write is crap, though. It started around the end of last school year. But I'll try, my valiant readers! Thank you to all who reviewed and favorited. :) xXTheLivingDollXx, your probably right. :) Thanks for telling me. Also, guys, I LOVEEEE commas. So if you're not a fan.... Get out. And I hate the word arse, I don't care if the British use it or not, I refuse. It makes me shudder everytime I type it.

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Chapter Two, Rewritten. (Because I can't even read the previous one without crying in shame.)

Cedric's POV

There was definetly more of a spring in my step than usual after that night with Harry in the bathtub. (A/N: Bahaha. Anyone just reading over my shoulder right now would look at me soooo weird. xD There's probably going to be a lot of these interjections, btw. :D) I smiled while I brushed my teeth and even sang in the shower. Well, I did for a while before Zacharais Smith told me to shut up. I'm not the, er, best of singers, you see. (A/N: Zacharias Smith is Cedric's year, right? And is it Zacharais or Zachariah?) I skipped down to breakfast, not caring how gay I looked. With a face like this, who needs to pretend? (You know pretty boy Diggory gets all the boyssss! xD) And besides, I've got Harry Potter as a boyfriend.

My skip slowed down to a walk as I realized something... What if Harry wanted to keep our relationship a secret? I wanted to scream and shout to the world that I was in love with Harry Potter and that we were gonna get married and have babies (by adoption, o' course), but maybe Harry isn't ready to come out of the closet. He's only fourteen, after all. And with the Triwizard Tournament and Rita Skeeter buzzing around, he's probably under a lot of stress. I wouldn't wanna add to that. I was still pondering this when I felt someone fall in to step beside me and grab my hand, lacing our fingers together. (A/N: I was gonna have them, like, jump in to a broom closet and start making out, but then I was like, 'Whoa whoa whoa. Too soon, man, wayyyy too soon.')

Harry's POV

Cedric's hands were rough and calloused from playing Quidditch, but comfortable (A/N: Comfortable isn't the right word, I know. Forgive me, I could not for the life of me think of a good word.) all the same. I stood up on my tiptoes and (A/N: Holy crap, I just realized Harry is 14 and Cedric is 17... Does that seem a little pedophilish to you?) pressed a small kiss on his cheek. I could feel his stubble, rough underneath my lips, from where he must've forgotten to shave this morning. (A/N: Seriously, man. Cedric could grow a BEARD, and Harry just went through puberty...) He looked down at our hands, seeming surprised.

"Why do you look so stunned?", I asked, half teasing, half serious. He smiled for a moment before replying.

"Well, I thought you would've wanted to wait before going public with all that's going on. The Tourament, and all. Plus that Skeeter woman, she seems to get under your skin." Shit, I had forgetten all about those rubbish articles Skeeter had written. I hoped Cedric hadn't read them, they make me seem like such a crybaby.

"Cedric... You don't believe those articles she's written, do you? 'Cause I don't do all that stuff that she said and I really didn't mean to steal your glory and all that don't believe all that stuff about me crying because I hardly ever cry and-" I realize I'm babbling and I stop. I feel my face growing hot from embarassment. 'You've just ruined your chance with him, you cotton headed ninny muggin!' said a little angry voice inside my head, and I have to say, it was right. Cedric was laughing his ass off at me. I pulled my hand from his and started heading to the Great Hall in a huff. I know I'm an idiot, but he doesn't have to laugh at me. I feel tears well up in my eyes and blink them back. I just told Cedric that I hardly ever cry, and here I am about to bawl my eyes out.

"Harry! Harry, wait! I didn't wasn't laughing at you, I was laughing at how (A/N: I know this is random, but whatever happened to that fanfic 'My Immortal'? You know, the one with the horrible grammar and spelling and such. I never got to read more than the first chapter. ): ) ridiculous that woman is, expecting everyone to believe those lies." he pulled me in to a hug before continuing, "I would never ever believe the untruths(A/N: Is that a word?) she writes about you, Bean." (A/N: I just got total deja vu. Holy crap.)

I laughed at his nickname for me.

"And I won't believe anything she writes about you, Jip."

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I know, I know. It's an extremely short chapter. I'll try to write more tomorrow, if I can. But Bean and Jip are registered trademarks of Ariel Russel, my basically big sister. I'm Bean, and my brother is Jip Jip, Jip for short. Don't ask. My other brother is Poonemman, don't ask about that either. :D Review? No flames, pretty please. People on the internet hurt my feelings. :(