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Harry felt frozen inside, as if everything around him was moving on when he could not. The excitement of the end of the tournament was just that, about the tournament. Fleur and Krum seemed to be taking their loses in stride, instead, enjoying the attention that came with being runners up. They recounted facing the maze’s monsters to whoever would listen and Krum even nodded and smiled when Harry passed.

Harry couldn’t smile back. He couldn’t feel much at all. Not even when recounting the events with Ron and Hermione. They seemed to be the only ones other than Dumbledore who’d listened to the crucial part of Harry’s story, that it didn’t just end when he and Cedric grabbed the cup.

“It was supposed to be a portkey, wasn’t it?” Ron had asked. “To take you out?”

“But it didn’t go out of the maze at first.” Harry practically growled, frustrated that no one understood. But still, it wasn’t as if he was telling it well. “It went somewhere else…”

In the days since, every time Harry closed his eyes, he saw Voldemort rise from the cauldron. He still had the scar on his arm where his blood was taken and he saw his parents’ ghosts every night. So, he refused to sleep.

He sat slumped in a chair in the common room, staring into the fire until the early hours of the morning, wishing Sirius would appear and tell him what to do. He found it was easy to stay awake when he tried. He wasn’t tired. Wasn’t anything.

The only thing that felt really… really real, other than the fear of that night had been the relief in escaping. The only thing that felt real was the cup’s handle in one hand and Cedric in the other, Harry’s arm firmly around his wrist.

Harry sat up suddenly, eyes moving from the dying embers of the common room fire. Here he was, waiting for Sirius or Ron or Hermione or someone to understand, but they couldn’t when he could barely tell them about what had happened.

Only one other person would understand. Only one other person had been there and seen what he’d say.

Cedric had been pulled into a celebratory hug by his father the second they came back, and Harry had been dragged off by Crouch as Moody, so neither of them had gotten to exchange words. Harry wasn’t sure what he’d say, if he even could say anything, but he found his legs moving on their own.

Breakfast wasn’t for another half-hour, and he could only just see the sunrise through the common room windows. He grabbed his cloak from upstairs and threw it on, wanting to avoid awkward questions if he could help it. His map was still somewhere in Moody’s office, so Harry had only his senses to rely on to avoid running into anyone.

He stopped, invisible between two suits of armor, and let two teachers pass. McGonagall and Sprout seemed in deep conversation. Harry gasped audibly when he caught his name.

“Potter… Potter… Diggory…”

Harry longed to follow and listen in, but his legs had their own mission, carrying him towards the kitchen hallway where he always saw the Hufflepuffs coming from. Harry stopped in his tracks, nearly tripping over the tails of his robes as he almost ran into the same person he’d been looking for.

Cedric looked like Harry felt, frozen and as if he hadn’t slept –and obviously, he hadn’t well if he was up this early. He was staring aimlessly at one of the moving paintings, but Harry could tell he was in deep thought about something else. He hadn’t seemed to have heard Harry at all.

Harry reached up and pushed the cloak back, breaking its effect so that it was visible shimmery material around his shoulders and leaving his body visible.

“Hey,” Harry was suddenly unsure what to say. It was like the awkwardness of every other conversation they’d had –about the dragons and the bath, times a million. Harry suddenly felt so stupid for ever disliking Cedric over trivial things like Quidditch or girls.

The lesson with Moody had left him feeling shook and vulnerable, how could he use the crucio curse in class. His nerves were getting the better of him and he wanted to run away. 

Hot tears stung his eyes as he fought them back. He wiped his eyes on the sleeve of his Gryffindor sweater before proceeding out into the courtyard. Everyone was preoccupied with the tournament, and so thought the secluded courtyard would be the perfect place to sit and clear his head. 

He wasn’t aware that he wasn’t alone. There across the courtyard was the popular boy Cedric. 

“ Oh.” Neville muttered and looked away quickly. “ I’m sorry, Cedric, I didn’t see you there.” 

Cedric Digorry

❛  you’re  incredible  and  amazing  and  worth  so  much  .  ❜

        her  head  perks  up  from  its  position  ,  cradled  perfectly  in  his  chest  ,  and  she’s  speechless  .  elena  hadn’t  been  told  something  that  made  her  feel  so  special  in  regards  to  someone  else  .  her  eyes  nearly  well  up  with  tears  and  she  grins  .  hands  move  to  cup  his  cheeks  and  she’s  just  staring  into  his  gaze  .  it’s  clear  just  how  much  what  he  said  means  to  her  ,  nothing  needs  to  be  said  .  she  would  rather  show  him  .  she  leans  in  slowly  until  her  lips  brush  over  his  and  she  kisses  him  .  it  lasts  only  for  a  moment  ,  but  she  cherishes  it  all  .  ❛  i  don’t  think  you  understand  just  how  much  i  needed  to  hear  that  ,  cedric  .  ❜  she  whispers  .  ❛  or  how  long  i’ve  wanted  to  kiss  you  .  ❜ 

 ❛  let  me  hold  you  for  a  while  .  ❜

          they’re  curled  up  together  in  his  bed  that  she’s  snuck  into  after  a  night  of  feeling  sad  .  he  was  the  only  one  who  seemed  to  bring  her  happiness  lately  ,  and  the  only  one  that  wasn’t  her  brother  and  knew  everything  she’d  been  through  .  ❛  i  don’t  want  to  let  go  .  ❜  she  whispered  in  reply  ,  nuzzling  against  the  other  as  she  held  him  tightly  against  her  chest  .  ❛  i’d  stay  in  this  bed  with  you  forever  if  i  could  .  ❜  she  admitted  .

💐   :   give  flowers  to  my  muse  .

          when  she  opened  the  door  to  cedric  holding  out  a  bouquet  for  her  ,  her  entire  expression  shifted  .  she  grinned  happily  ,  taking  the  bouquet  into  her  hands  with  excitement  .  ❛  no  one’s  ever  given  me  flowers  before  .  ❜  she  admits  ,  bringing  them  closer  to  inhale  their  sweet  scent  .  ❛  they’re  beautiful  .  thank  you  so  much  .  ❛  it  was  such  a  small  gesture  ,  but  one  that  made  her  so  happy  .  ❛  let  me  just  put  them  in  some  water  ,  and  then  maybe  we  could  get  dinner  together  or  something  ?  ❜

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