Harry sat by the window in the Gryffindor dormitories, now that he is fifteen years old and heartbroken he had to learn how to act his own age and survive without a boyfriend. He cuddled his rabbit stuffy he brought it to his nose and inhaled the scent of cherries and Vilna, it was the scent of his past lover Cedric Diggory. The smell of his hair and body never left his nostrils no matter how hard he tried. He felt the tears coming on quickly he wiped them away and focused on something else instead, looking at his cars from the glass Harry turned his wrist back and forth examining them with care, if only people knew the truth why he did what he did.
Hermione skipped into the room with a nervous expression on her face, as always, she saw that Harry was looking blue, so she decided to try and cheer him up. "Hey, Harry how are you today?"
"Like my heart has been stopped." Harry replied sadly, taking mental notes, Hermione saw that he still had the rabbit stuffy that Cedric gave him. She smiled warmly and yanked it out of his hands and put on a childish voice "Hey, Harry why are you so sad?"
"Go away, Hermione I'm not in the mood."
"But Cedric is hurt from a fight with Malfoy." Hermione put on her normal voice.
Harry's head shot up "Since when?"
"I heard about it from Ron, he was there when it happened. I think you should go see for yourself; someone will be happy if you see him."
"We haven't talked in a year since…"
Hermione yanked Harry by the hand and pushed him towards the door "You still love him, do you?" Harry yanked back the toy and held it close to his chest and smiled slowly "I still do, but I don't know if I can after what I did."
"Harry, listen to me you can't keep blaming yourself. If you want to blame someone blame Malfoy." Hermione sighed and patted him on the back, yanking back Mr. Honeypot. Hermione nudged Harry with the teddy bear and nuzzled him in the face. Harry tried to push her away from him, but she wouldn't give up until he said yes.
"Ok, Ok I'll go. Not for you. Only for Mr. Honeypot." He groaned, sliding out from the seat from the window Harry gathered his things and stuffed Mr. Honeypot into his bag, hugged Hermione and stormed out of the room bursting with confidence. All the way to visit the nurse Harry suddenly felt like he was going to vomit he walked in circles, thinking long and hard about what he was going to do next.
"Come, on Harry You can do this. Cedric is just a person like everybody else." He took a deep breath and continued to march, once he was there, he asked the nurse if anyone by the name of Cedric Diggory checked in. The nurse pointed Harry at the bed near the window he smiled and said thank you to the nurse. There Cedric was sitting upright, drawing his fractured heart out.
Harry watched the way Cedric furrowed his brow in concentration and how his eyes would soften in the light, it made Harry's heart melt just by looking at him. "You can do it; you can do it." He repeated silently to himself. Halfway to Cedric's bed Draco whistled at him "Hey, Potter! There's plenty more room in this bed for two." He arched his sculpted eyebrows at Harry.
Cedric shot his head up in shock and threw the pencil directly at Draco's head "Talk to him again you filthy ferret and I'll cut off your fairy dick and shove it down your throat." Cedric growled. Draco hid under the sheets and cursed under his breath.
"Accio pencil!" Cedric said and caught the pencil with one hand.
Cedric's hand coordination never failed to surprise him.
"Hey." Harry waved shyly and sat on the edge of Cedric's bed, holding his breath.
"Hey." Cedric replied, not looking up from his drawing.
Harry didn't know what else to say to him because his throat was dry and sore from crying too much hey was the only word he could manage to let out from his heart, so the only thing he knew how to do was touch. He slowly reached out to touch Cedric's hand. He felt his heart skip a beat, only then to die when Cedric sharply pulled his hand away.
"Stupid cunt didn't hurt me that much." Cedric mumbled.
At least he's talking.
"That much? Cedric look at you!" Harry exclaimed angrily "How can you live with yourself after what he did to your face?"
Cedric lifted his shirt, showing deep, purple bruises coated with yellow on his toned stomach. "Don't forget the bruises."
Harry suppressed a gasp and covered his hand over his mouth, resting the urge to take off all his clothes and wanting to kiss every inch of Cedric's perfect body Harry shivered because Malfoy did the exact same thing.
"That looks like it hurts." Harry said.
"Not really." Cedic shrugged, peering over Cedric's shoulder Harry saw what he was drawing. The picture was a dead white ferret lying on a chopping board with a knife beside it, the ferret's guts were spilling everywhere and there was a lot of blood.
"I hate it when you draw like that."
"Chill out, will you? It's not for you." Cedric snapped as he folded the picture into a paper airplane, eyes trailing over the blonde lying in the bed across from him while he was studying for potions. The paper airplane landed on Draco's lap, he picked it up, unfolded it and turned his head away in disgust. The color drained from his face and gulped down his vomit.
"That should make the slime infested fuck back off."
"Did you have to do that?" Harry frowned.
"Yes."
Harry crossed his legs and pouted and didn't dare to move closer, afraid of what he might say, his eyes caught the polaroid, his heart raced in his chest. So, Cedric never stopped loving him after all.
"What are you doing for the rest of the day?" Cedric asked, eyes lingering on Harry's lips.
"Nothing much, besides studying my arse off." Harry grumbled.
"Is that all you do?"
"What am I supposed to do? Huh? take drugs like you?"
"H- h- h- how did you know that?"
"There's a thing called rumours Cedric, and those rumours are true, aren't they?"
"Since there's no point in hiding it. Yes, I have, but I've stopped now."
"How long?"
"Since the breakup." Cedric mumbled shyly to himself.
"Cedric, what am I going to do with you?"