Hedric vs. Drarry

"Harry, do you think we could start touching each other in...more intimate ways?"

That's all I think about. What Ceddy wants to do. He's assured me that it won't be actual sex, just blowjobs and touching.

But am I ready? Am I old enough? 

Would mum or dad want me to do that with Cedric so early?

I don't know.

So I do what I must do. I talk to the smartest, best scholar in our year, Hermione. After all, even if she doesn't have all the answers, she has to be more wise than me, and therefore give me good instructions and tips. She is surprised when I tell her what Cedric wants to do.

"I mean, you are a bit young," she says as we settle onto a couch in the common room. "But you know, wizards often do these things quite early, as opposed to muggles. I think you should go for it, Harry, just once, see whether you're comfortable, and then tell Cedric if you're fine with it. He's a trustworthy person."

I nod, gratefully. "Thank you, Hermione."

She smiles. "You're welcome. Hey, wanna work on that Transfiguring spell? McGonagall told you you practice it, so..."

I grin. "Sure."

Soon after, she is the nerdy Hermione again, criticizing my wand movements and verbal pronunciation of the rather difficult spell.

The next day, after classes, I meet Ceddy in the library. I take a deep breath and say, "Cedric, I think we're both ready enough to have—" I am cut off by Malfoy, who swaggers in front of us.

"Well, well, well. If it isn't Potty and his pathetic boyfriend. Don't you think they should call you two the Ugliest Couple of Hogwarts instead of the C-Cu—oh, wait. It's so wrong, I can't even say it."

"Shut up, Malfoy," Cedric growls, his fists clenched. "Because for your information, I just think you're jealous."

He turns a bit red. "J-jealous? Why would I be jealous?" he says, with a shaky laugh. "You wish, Diggory. Because I'm not really looking for a boyfriend. I might be bisexual, but I prefer girls," he says, though I can see that he's lying in his eyes.

"What about this," I say, glowering at him. "You go do your homework, which I'm sure you never do, you just ask your goons Crabbe and Goyle to do it for you. Or else, I'll snog Cedric in front of you until you leave."

He laughs. "I would never obey you. I'll go do my homework here."  The prat sighs and plops down, taking out a bottle of ink, a quill, and a foot-long roll of parchment. "And by the way, I always do my own homework—I'd never leave it to those two slowpokes Crabbe and Goyle."

With that, he starts to write. 

I turn to Cedric. "I'll just do my homework, then, baby," I mutter, and he kisses me.

"Sure. I can't stand being with Malfoy, though, so I'll go somewhere else, 'kay?"

"Sure." I proceed to read Chapter 3 of Intermediate Transfiguration. Malfoy sits on the other side of the table, and after a while, I find I can't stand the sound of his rather loud breathing and go to find Cedric. I don't see him anywhere, so I just plop down at a free table and continue reading. After I'm done my Transfiguration reading and my Charms essay, I head down to dinner. Cedric isn't there, either.

"Hey Raynott, have you seen Cedric?" I ask one of Cedric's Quidditch teammates.

"No, but I think he's coming later, he kept on talking about how he had a lot of homework. Something about 3 essays by Friday. Yikes."

"Oh, okay," I say, a bit disappointed. "Thanks."

"You're welcome!" he replies, digging into his shepherd's pie.

As I lay down to sleep later, I can't help but wonder how hard it could be to really talk to Cedric. I mean, his Quidditch friends are always pulling him over, he's constantly bombarded with millions of pages of homework, plus Malfoy just can't stop leering at us.

I sigh as I turn over and go to sleep.

The next day, we start Quidditch practice. Ravenclaw have beat Slytherin, so we're going against Hufflepuff the coming February.

"Alright!" Wood shouts as we get onto the pitch. "Okay, people, we're gonna win the Quidditch Cup this year. Okay?"

"Yes, Oliver," we all say.

Oliver looks at all of us in the eyes. "And I mean it, people. I'm leaving Hogwarts this year. I don't get another chance. You guys might, but...I've practiced on the pitch for six years now, people. And we will win. Got that?"

"Yes!" we shout, all spurred on by Oliver's talk. Soon, we were soaring in the air.

"I'm letting the Snitch out, Harry!" Oliver yells. The tiny ball rushes off to the side closer to the castle. I zoom after it and see it behind Angelina. I grab it, careful not to scare Angelina, then hold it high in my hand.

"Nice one, Harry!" Alicia yells as she swoops in to take a penalty, which Oliver saves.

It's back and forth until lunch. Wood teaches me the Sloth trick. You basically turn over on your broom and grab the Snitch with one hand, if it's too low to dive.

"You've got it, Harry, you really have," Wood says cheerily after I finally succeed in doing it with out falling off my broom. "Just remember to try to keep the broom straight."

"Thanks, Oliver," I say, heading to the castle for lunch.

Cedric isn't there either.