First, Part II
It had been almost seven months since Harry and Cedric started dating in secret. It had been four since they had told Ron and Hermione, who had taken the news cautiously, but full acceptance.
And now here they were in Cedric’s tent after the Quidditch World Cup. Everyone, regardless of supporting the winning or losing team, was celebrating. Firewhisky was broken out and Harry had his first taste. And another. And another…
“Ow!” Harry had just fallen off of Cedric’s bed. He had snuck over from the Weasleys when they were all distracted with the twins teasing Ron about his admiration for Viktor Krum.
Cedric laughed heartily at Harry’s current state. “Harry Potter, I think it’s safe to say that you are completely pissed.”
“Am not,” Harry tried to refute, before promptly falling on his arse a second time. “The floor just needs to stop moving.”
“Hmm, I wonder if it was smart of Fred and George to let you take five shots of Firewhisky.”
“I can hold my liquor just like any man!” asserted Harry, pointing a finger to the sky for emphasis.
Cedric was holding his stomach from the painful giggles. “Please, stop! You’re going to kill me with laughter.”
“I don’t understand what’s so funny,” said Harry, a slightly cross look on his face. “I had just as much as you did.”
“It’s not my first time trying firewhisky,” said Cedric, calming down and wiping the tears from his eyes. “Plus, I’m a bit bigger than you, so it doesn’t go through me so fast.”
“Hey, that’s only because I’m younger than you! You never know, I might be bigger than you once I turn seventeen.” Harry’s irrational anger threatening to bring on another fit of laughter from Cedric.
“No need to get so defensive, Potter. I know you’re all man,” said Cedric, kissing Harry on the forehead, which quickly turned into heated snogging.
Cedric was beginning to enjoy the feeling of his hands under Harry’s t-shirt on his bare stomach when he felt two hands push his face away.
“What, are we going too fast, Harry?”
Harry looked at Cedric’s face almost as if he were searching for something he was desperate to find. It left Cedric a little unnerved.
“Harry, what is it?”
“It may sound silly. I mean, here we are sprawled on the floor snogging. And I’m pretty sure I’m three sheets to the wind. But I think, no, I’m certain…”
“You’re certain…?”
He looked straight in Cedric’s wide, grey eyes. “I love you, Cedric.”
Cedric broke out in a huge grin, his handsome features lighting up. “Harry, I-”
“And you don’t have to say it back or anything! I just wanted you to know how I felt.”
“Harry, listen-”
“Even if you think it’s too soon, it’s not for me. And don’t think I’m too young to feel this way, because I’m not. I know that I love you. I’ve known for months and-”
“HARRY!” A hand firmly clamped itself over his mouth.
“If you’d just shut up for a while, I could tell you that I love you, too. That I’ve wanted to tell you for a long time.”
Cedric removed his hand. “Oh, ok…I really love you, Cedric,” said Harry, a soft smile on his lips.
“And I really love you, Harry Potter.”
That’s when Ron burst into the room. “There’s been an attack! Death Eaters! We have to leave!”
And now here they were in Cedric’s tent after the Quidditch World Cup. Everyone, regardless of supporting the winning or losing team, was celebrating. Firewhisky was broken out and Harry had his first taste. And another. And another…
“Ow!” Harry had just fallen off of Cedric’s bed. He had snuck over from the Weasleys when they were all distracted with the twins teasing Ron about his admiration for Viktor Krum.
Cedric laughed heartily at Harry’s current state. “Harry Potter, I think it’s safe to say that you are completely pissed.”
“Am not,” Harry tried to refute, before promptly falling on his arse a second time. “The floor just needs to stop moving.”
“Hmm, I wonder if it was smart of Fred and George to let you take five shots of Firewhisky.”
“I can hold my liquor just like any man!” asserted Harry, pointing a finger to the sky for emphasis.
Cedric was holding his stomach from the painful giggles. “Please, stop! You’re going to kill me with laughter.”
“I don’t understand what’s so funny,” said Harry, a slightly cross look on his face. “I had just as much as you did.”
“It’s not my first time trying firewhisky,” said Cedric, calming down and wiping the tears from his eyes. “Plus, I’m a bit bigger than you, so it doesn’t go through me so fast.”
“Hey, that’s only because I’m younger than you! You never know, I might be bigger than you once I turn seventeen.” Harry’s irrational anger threatening to bring on another fit of laughter from Cedric.
“No need to get so defensive, Potter. I know you’re all man,” said Cedric, kissing Harry on the forehead, which quickly turned into heated snogging.
Cedric was beginning to enjoy the feeling of his hands under Harry’s t-shirt on his bare stomach when he felt two hands push his face away.
“What, are we going too fast, Harry?”
Harry looked at Cedric’s face almost as if he were searching for something he was desperate to find. It left Cedric a little unnerved.
“Harry, what is it?”
“It may sound silly. I mean, here we are sprawled on the floor snogging. And I’m pretty sure I’m three sheets to the wind. But I think, no, I’m certain…”
“You’re certain…?”
He looked straight in Cedric’s wide, grey eyes. “I love you, Cedric.”
Cedric broke out in a huge grin, his handsome features lighting up. “Harry, I-”
“And you don’t have to say it back or anything! I just wanted you to know how I felt.”
“Harry, listen-”
“Even if you think it’s too soon, it’s not for me. And don’t think I’m too young to feel this way, because I’m not. I know that I love you. I’ve known for months and-”
“HARRY!” A hand firmly clamped itself over his mouth.
“If you’d just shut up for a while, I could tell you that I love you, too. That I’ve wanted to tell you for a long time.”
Cedric removed his hand. “Oh, ok…I really love you, Cedric,” said Harry, a soft smile on his lips.
“And I really love you, Harry Potter.”
That’s when Ron burst into the room. “There’s been an attack! Death Eaters! We have to leave!”