Cedric Diggory and the Unnecessary Sequel
Title: Cedric Diggory and the Unnecessary Sequel
Rating: Which one means perfectly innocent? Is it G?
Pairings: Harry/Cedric
Warnings: Boys kissing. Hideously AU.
Summary: Starting just before Order of the Phoenix starts, Cedric is alive, and dating the Boy Who Lived.
Notes: Okay, for those of you who haven't read my first story, I shall briefly recap. When Harry asked Cho to the Yule Ball, she said yes. Cedric asked Harry, who said no. At the ball, Cedric drunkenly kissed Harry, who then started questioning his feelings toward Cedric. Before the Third Task Harry overheard Cedric telling Hermione that he 'didn't want his friendship' and so he took the cup alone. On the train back to London Cedric explained that he didn't want -just- his friendship, as he still quite fancied him. Harry confessed that he quite liked Cedric as well, and they made out the whole way home. :P
Anyway, a big thank you to the adorable KenCrundall87 over at plexed.net, for proof-reading/telling me my ideas are stupid.
And thank you to TempusFugit321, for letting me steal his idea of using musical songs as chapter titles.
The previous story can be found here
Prologue: Poor Thing
‘Welcome home dear. You’re just in time for lunch.’ Cedric’s mother’s voice called out from the kitchen as he opened the front door. ‘Did you have fun with Cho?’x
‘And what makes you think I’ve been with Cho?’ Cedric asked incredulously, as he hung up his travelling cloak and entered the kitchen and. ‘I could have been with anyone.’
‘True, you could have been.’ She conceded, not looking up from her cooking. ‘But you were with Cho.’
‘Well, yes.’ Cedric grinned, admitting defeat. ‘But that isn’t the point! I could have been with someone else.’
‘I’m your mother, I can tell these things. Tell your father to come down for lunch.’
‘Dad! Lunch!’
Amos Diggory walked down the stairs, ‘Afternoon Ced.’ He said when he set eyes upon his son. ‘How’s Cho?’
‘Why does everyone assume I’ve been with Cho? She’s fine. We’re going to see the Tornadoes at the weekend.’
‘Ah, fantastic.’ The three Diggorys sat down at the table, and began eating. ‘So, when we do we get to meet the girl who takes up so much of your spare time?’
‘Urm...’ Cedric swallowed a mouthful of food, ‘Why do you want to meet her?’
‘Well, Arthur was only telling me this morning,’ Amos paused eating, gesturing with his fork, ‘He says the two of you have been getting quite friendly at school lately.’
‘Arthur...?’ Cedric inquired, colour rising in his cheeks.
‘Weasley. He works in the Misuse of Muggle Artefacts office. He lives the other side of the hill. We travelled to the World Cup with his family for Merlin’s sake!’
‘Language dear.’ His wife interjected.
‘Aha, it’s true!’ He cried triumphantly upon seeing Cedric’s blush.
‘Well, kinda...’ Cedric mumbled.
‘Kind of? What does that mean? Speak up boy!’
‘It’s complicated, okay?’ Cedric raised his voice to match his father’s.
‘Anyway,’ Mrs Diggory cut across her husband’s reply, ‘I haven’t seen Molly about lately, is she ill?’
‘Arthur hasn’t said anything. Now you mention it, I haven’t seen their kids about much lately either...’
Cedric stopped listening, silently thanking his mother for heading off an argument. He ate quietly, occasionally nodding or giving a non-committal shrug. Suddenly, he realized both his parents were looking at him.
‘Urm... pardon?’
His father sighed. ‘I asked if they had a presentation for the Triwizard Tournament.’
‘Oh, urm... no, no they didn’t. Mum, did you get any...’ Cedric made a futile attempt to steer the conversation away from the Tournament.
‘I’m not surprised. Poor boy.’ His mother sympathized.
‘Poor boy?’ His father snorted, ‘they should take him to St. Mungo’s if his head’s that messed up. You know he’s actually got Dumbledore convinced? I thought he had at least another decade of sanity in him.’
‘Dumbledore’s not the only one who believes him dad.’ Cedric argued, ‘Mr. Lovegood down the road does.’
‘Xeno Lovegood believes in Crumple-Horned Snorcacks, for Merlin’s sake!’
‘Language Amos.’
‘He’s not the only one Dad. Plenty of people believe him. Just because the Daily Prophet says it’s not true...’ Cedric stood up, throwing his cutlery down on the table.
‘Sweet Cliodne boy, have you gone completely mad?!’
‘Amos Diggory, watch your language! Cedric dear, it’s not Harry’s fault, he may well have seen You-Know-Who return, but that doesn’t mean it actually happened. The poor boy’s obviously troubled.’
‘Troubled? The boy’s completely barking!’
Cedric glared at his father for a moment, before turning on his heel and storming out.
‘Cedric Rilian Diggory, if you don’t get back here this instant...’ Amos began, but Cedric had already walked out the front door, turned on the spot and vanished.
~*~
Petunia Dursley was completely engrossed in straightening and re-straightening the pictures hanging in the hallway when the doorbell rang, making her jump, and causing her to knock a picture of Vernon’s aunt Marge to a forty degree angle. She straightened the picture, and then opened the door, revealing a handsome young man on her doorstep.
‘Can I help you?’ she asked, as politely as she could manage having her cleaning routine interrupted.
‘Mrs Dursley?’ the boy asked, when she nodded, he continued, ‘Good afternoon, my name is Cedric Diggory. I was wondering if Harry was in?’
‘Oh.’ Petunia’s smile slipped a little, before she noticed the neighbours walking past. Not wishing to lose face, she said, ‘Certainly, come in.’
‘You have a lovely home. Should I take my shoes off?’
Petunia closed her mouth, having opened it to tell Cedric to leave. She had a brief internal struggle, and eventually her love of handsome young men who complimented her housekeeping won over her desire to keep as much magic out of her life as possible. She also decided not to mention any of this to Vernon.
‘If you wouldn’t mind dear.’ She gestured to a shoe tidy next to the door, ‘Harry’s up in his room, straight in front of you at the top of the stairs.’
‘Thanks.’ Cedric placed his shoes in the tidy, smiling, and walked up the stairs, leaving Petunia to resume her cleaning.
~*~
Harry was lying on his bed, lazily playing with a snitch. There was a knock on his door. ‘What have I done now!? I haven’t left my room!’ he sat up angrily.
‘Urm... Harry?’ a male voice, neither Vernon’s nor Dudley’s, came in from the hallway.
‘Cedric?’ Harry made a hasty attempt to tidy up, before giving it up as a lost cause and opening his bedroom door.
‘Hey you.’ Cedric enveloped Harry in a tight hug. ‘I take it you don’t have visitors much.’ He added, casting his gaze over the newspapers, books and clothes strewn across the floor.
‘Not as such, no.’ Harry mumbled, making another futile attempt to tidy a bit, as Cedric sat down on his bed. ‘So, urm... don’t you live in Ottery St. Catchpole? How did you get here?’
‘I passed my apparition test -‘
‘Congratulations!’
‘-7 months ago.’
‘Oh.’ Harry replied feebly, as Cedric grinned at him.
‘Where’d you get that snitch from?’ Cedric asked as Harry sat down next to him, his eyes following it as it flew around the room.
‘Found it. Someone left it by my bed in a jar after our match year before last.’ He looked at Cedric, who looked slightly embarrassed.
‘Yeah, that was me. I thought you deserved it, you know. You would’ve won if it wasn’t for...’ Cedric trailed off awkwardly, ‘Anyway, I came here to give you this.’ He held out an envelope, ‘Happy Birthday.’
‘How did you know?’ Harry looked dumbfounded as he took the present.
‘Hermione told me. Anyway, don’t open it yet, wait until I’m gone. That way you can have fully practiced pretending to like it by the time I next see you.’
‘I’m sure I won’t have to. Thank you.’ Harry leaned across and gently pressed his lips to Cedric’s.
The afternoon passed faster than either boy would have liked. They idled the time away discussing anything and everything, expect for the events of the Third Task. Hedwig arrived with chocolate from Hermione and Ron, and between them they ate half of it.
‘You should probably go.’ Harry finally suggested regretfully, ‘my Uncle would explode if he found another wizard in the house. I’m surprised Petunia even let you in.’ seeing the confused look on Cedric’s face he explained, ‘They have this whole anti-magic thing.’
‘Oh. Well, I guess you’re right then.’ He paused for a moment, ‘My father is going to kill me when I get home.’
‘Not literally I hope. I don’t know how I’d sleep knowing I’d sent you to your death.’ He grinned at Cedric, who smiled half-heartedly back.
‘No... we had a bit of a, urm... disagreement. And I stormed out.’
‘What did you fight about?’
‘Urm, well...’ Cedric turned bright red and stared at a fixed point on the floor, ‘my parents think you’re kind of, well... delusional.’ He attempted a wry smile, faltering at Harry’s stony expression.
‘Oh.’ There was an awkward pause, ‘Well, I’m sure they’re not the only ones.’
‘I’m sorry Harry.’ He gave Harry a warm hug and kissed him, gently pushing his tongue into the younger boy’s mouth, who returned the kiss with vigour. After a little while, he broke away, ‘I’ll visit again, okay?’
‘Okay.’ Harry listened as Cedric walked down the stairs, put his shoes on, thanked Petunia for having him over, and left. He then turned his attention to the present Cedric had left him. Opening the envelope, he found a card with Happy Birthday scrawled across the front, which Harry could have sworn wasn’t that colour a moment ago. Inside the card, in Cedric’s neat handwriting, was written:
I know, it’s just a card, how rubbish is that?
Well, this isn’t your present, technically. I got you a year’s subscription to Quintessential Quidditch. You should get the first one in the next week or so.
I hope you like it.
Happy Birthday Harry!
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10 Points to the first person to tell me why I chose Rilian as Cedric's middle name.
Rating: Which one means perfectly innocent? Is it G?
Pairings: Harry/Cedric
Warnings: Boys kissing. Hideously AU.
Summary: Starting just before Order of the Phoenix starts, Cedric is alive, and dating the Boy Who Lived.
Notes: Okay, for those of you who haven't read my first story, I shall briefly recap. When Harry asked Cho to the Yule Ball, she said yes. Cedric asked Harry, who said no. At the ball, Cedric drunkenly kissed Harry, who then started questioning his feelings toward Cedric. Before the Third Task Harry overheard Cedric telling Hermione that he 'didn't want his friendship' and so he took the cup alone. On the train back to London Cedric explained that he didn't want -just- his friendship, as he still quite fancied him. Harry confessed that he quite liked Cedric as well, and they made out the whole way home. :P
Anyway, a big thank you to the adorable KenCrundall87 over at plexed.net, for proof-reading/telling me my ideas are stupid.
And thank you to TempusFugit321, for letting me steal his idea of using musical songs as chapter titles.
The previous story can be found here
Prologue: Poor Thing
‘Welcome home dear. You’re just in time for lunch.’ Cedric’s mother’s voice called out from the kitchen as he opened the front door. ‘Did you have fun with Cho?’x
‘And what makes you think I’ve been with Cho?’ Cedric asked incredulously, as he hung up his travelling cloak and entered the kitchen and. ‘I could have been with anyone.’
‘True, you could have been.’ She conceded, not looking up from her cooking. ‘But you were with Cho.’
‘Well, yes.’ Cedric grinned, admitting defeat. ‘But that isn’t the point! I could have been with someone else.’
‘I’m your mother, I can tell these things. Tell your father to come down for lunch.’
‘Dad! Lunch!’
Amos Diggory walked down the stairs, ‘Afternoon Ced.’ He said when he set eyes upon his son. ‘How’s Cho?’
‘Why does everyone assume I’ve been with Cho? She’s fine. We’re going to see the Tornadoes at the weekend.’
‘Ah, fantastic.’ The three Diggorys sat down at the table, and began eating. ‘So, when we do we get to meet the girl who takes up so much of your spare time?’
‘Urm...’ Cedric swallowed a mouthful of food, ‘Why do you want to meet her?’
‘Well, Arthur was only telling me this morning,’ Amos paused eating, gesturing with his fork, ‘He says the two of you have been getting quite friendly at school lately.’
‘Arthur...?’ Cedric inquired, colour rising in his cheeks.
‘Weasley. He works in the Misuse of Muggle Artefacts office. He lives the other side of the hill. We travelled to the World Cup with his family for Merlin’s sake!’
‘Language dear.’ His wife interjected.
‘Aha, it’s true!’ He cried triumphantly upon seeing Cedric’s blush.
‘Well, kinda...’ Cedric mumbled.
‘Kind of? What does that mean? Speak up boy!’
‘It’s complicated, okay?’ Cedric raised his voice to match his father’s.
‘Anyway,’ Mrs Diggory cut across her husband’s reply, ‘I haven’t seen Molly about lately, is she ill?’
‘Arthur hasn’t said anything. Now you mention it, I haven’t seen their kids about much lately either...’
Cedric stopped listening, silently thanking his mother for heading off an argument. He ate quietly, occasionally nodding or giving a non-committal shrug. Suddenly, he realized both his parents were looking at him.
‘Urm... pardon?’
His father sighed. ‘I asked if they had a presentation for the Triwizard Tournament.’
‘Oh, urm... no, no they didn’t. Mum, did you get any...’ Cedric made a futile attempt to steer the conversation away from the Tournament.
‘I’m not surprised. Poor boy.’ His mother sympathized.
‘Poor boy?’ His father snorted, ‘they should take him to St. Mungo’s if his head’s that messed up. You know he’s actually got Dumbledore convinced? I thought he had at least another decade of sanity in him.’
‘Dumbledore’s not the only one who believes him dad.’ Cedric argued, ‘Mr. Lovegood down the road does.’
‘Xeno Lovegood believes in Crumple-Horned Snorcacks, for Merlin’s sake!’
‘Language Amos.’
‘He’s not the only one Dad. Plenty of people believe him. Just because the Daily Prophet says it’s not true...’ Cedric stood up, throwing his cutlery down on the table.
‘Sweet Cliodne boy, have you gone completely mad?!’
‘Amos Diggory, watch your language! Cedric dear, it’s not Harry’s fault, he may well have seen You-Know-Who return, but that doesn’t mean it actually happened. The poor boy’s obviously troubled.’
‘Troubled? The boy’s completely barking!’
Cedric glared at his father for a moment, before turning on his heel and storming out.
‘Cedric Rilian Diggory, if you don’t get back here this instant...’ Amos began, but Cedric had already walked out the front door, turned on the spot and vanished.
~*~
Petunia Dursley was completely engrossed in straightening and re-straightening the pictures hanging in the hallway when the doorbell rang, making her jump, and causing her to knock a picture of Vernon’s aunt Marge to a forty degree angle. She straightened the picture, and then opened the door, revealing a handsome young man on her doorstep.
‘Can I help you?’ she asked, as politely as she could manage having her cleaning routine interrupted.
‘Mrs Dursley?’ the boy asked, when she nodded, he continued, ‘Good afternoon, my name is Cedric Diggory. I was wondering if Harry was in?’
‘Oh.’ Petunia’s smile slipped a little, before she noticed the neighbours walking past. Not wishing to lose face, she said, ‘Certainly, come in.’
‘You have a lovely home. Should I take my shoes off?’
Petunia closed her mouth, having opened it to tell Cedric to leave. She had a brief internal struggle, and eventually her love of handsome young men who complimented her housekeeping won over her desire to keep as much magic out of her life as possible. She also decided not to mention any of this to Vernon.
‘If you wouldn’t mind dear.’ She gestured to a shoe tidy next to the door, ‘Harry’s up in his room, straight in front of you at the top of the stairs.’
‘Thanks.’ Cedric placed his shoes in the tidy, smiling, and walked up the stairs, leaving Petunia to resume her cleaning.
~*~
Harry was lying on his bed, lazily playing with a snitch. There was a knock on his door. ‘What have I done now!? I haven’t left my room!’ he sat up angrily.
‘Urm... Harry?’ a male voice, neither Vernon’s nor Dudley’s, came in from the hallway.
‘Cedric?’ Harry made a hasty attempt to tidy up, before giving it up as a lost cause and opening his bedroom door.
‘Hey you.’ Cedric enveloped Harry in a tight hug. ‘I take it you don’t have visitors much.’ He added, casting his gaze over the newspapers, books and clothes strewn across the floor.
‘Not as such, no.’ Harry mumbled, making another futile attempt to tidy a bit, as Cedric sat down on his bed. ‘So, urm... don’t you live in Ottery St. Catchpole? How did you get here?’
‘I passed my apparition test -‘
‘Congratulations!’
‘-7 months ago.’
‘Oh.’ Harry replied feebly, as Cedric grinned at him.
‘Where’d you get that snitch from?’ Cedric asked as Harry sat down next to him, his eyes following it as it flew around the room.
‘Found it. Someone left it by my bed in a jar after our match year before last.’ He looked at Cedric, who looked slightly embarrassed.
‘Yeah, that was me. I thought you deserved it, you know. You would’ve won if it wasn’t for...’ Cedric trailed off awkwardly, ‘Anyway, I came here to give you this.’ He held out an envelope, ‘Happy Birthday.’
‘How did you know?’ Harry looked dumbfounded as he took the present.
‘Hermione told me. Anyway, don’t open it yet, wait until I’m gone. That way you can have fully practiced pretending to like it by the time I next see you.’
‘I’m sure I won’t have to. Thank you.’ Harry leaned across and gently pressed his lips to Cedric’s.
The afternoon passed faster than either boy would have liked. They idled the time away discussing anything and everything, expect for the events of the Third Task. Hedwig arrived with chocolate from Hermione and Ron, and between them they ate half of it.
‘You should probably go.’ Harry finally suggested regretfully, ‘my Uncle would explode if he found another wizard in the house. I’m surprised Petunia even let you in.’ seeing the confused look on Cedric’s face he explained, ‘They have this whole anti-magic thing.’
‘Oh. Well, I guess you’re right then.’ He paused for a moment, ‘My father is going to kill me when I get home.’
‘Not literally I hope. I don’t know how I’d sleep knowing I’d sent you to your death.’ He grinned at Cedric, who smiled half-heartedly back.
‘No... we had a bit of a, urm... disagreement. And I stormed out.’
‘What did you fight about?’
‘Urm, well...’ Cedric turned bright red and stared at a fixed point on the floor, ‘my parents think you’re kind of, well... delusional.’ He attempted a wry smile, faltering at Harry’s stony expression.
‘Oh.’ There was an awkward pause, ‘Well, I’m sure they’re not the only ones.’
‘I’m sorry Harry.’ He gave Harry a warm hug and kissed him, gently pushing his tongue into the younger boy’s mouth, who returned the kiss with vigour. After a little while, he broke away, ‘I’ll visit again, okay?’
‘Okay.’ Harry listened as Cedric walked down the stairs, put his shoes on, thanked Petunia for having him over, and left. He then turned his attention to the present Cedric had left him. Opening the envelope, he found a card with Happy Birthday scrawled across the front, which Harry could have sworn wasn’t that colour a moment ago. Inside the card, in Cedric’s neat handwriting, was written:
I know, it’s just a card, how rubbish is that?
Well, this isn’t your present, technically. I got you a year’s subscription to Quintessential Quidditch. You should get the first one in the next week or so.
I hope you like it.
Happy Birthday Harry!
x
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10 Points to the first person to tell me why I chose Rilian as Cedric's middle name.