Love's a twisted bitch

THERE WILL BE A CHANGE IN POV :D yay

Cedric muttered to himself angrily as he stalked down to the Hufflepuff common room. DETENTION on Saturday. Damn it all, Cedric gritted his teeth. Massaging his fingers that still were slightly burned. He had a feeling that Snap didn’t heal them all the way on purpose. The stinging wasn’t all that painful but it was extremely annoying. Cedric headed to the closest bathroom and ran the cold tap water over his fingertips. Sighing in displeasure for his unpleasant day he heard his sigh echoed as someone shoved open the bathroom door violently. Harry strode in, “I swear, if I see another one of-“ Harry stopped when he saw Cedric looking at him in surprise with his hands still in the running water, “oh hey Cedric.” Harry mutter, almost spitefully. Cedric found himself speechless as Harry’s eyes sparkled in frustration as he jerked off his glasses and rubbed them violently in his shirt collar.

Cedric’s eyes became riveted on the patch of smooth creamy skin revealed to him as it disappeared and reappeared as Harry moved his collar as he cleaned his glasses. Flushing, Cedric tried to calm his beating heart as he ripped his gaze away.

“You look miffed about something.” Cedric tried to make his voice as monotone as possible. He watched Harry’s full lips pout in a grimace in the mirror. Harry splashed cold water on his face as he jerked a towel from the rack, “It’s nothing I haven’t been through before.” He sounded spiteful.

“What happened?” Cedric tried to sounds as nonchalant as possible as he motioned for Harry to pass him the towel. Harry frowned as he handed him the towel.

“I said I can handle it.” Harry spat. Frowning in consternation at Harry’s harsh tone and in order to cover up his hurt, Cedric threw the towel at the hamper.

“never doubted it for a moment.” Cedric said as he passed Harry coldly. Once he had stalked out of the bathroom, he realized that he had sounded kind of sarcastic. Massaging his temples, Cedric shook his head over the spiteful tone of the Gryffindor. What was up his ass? That thought caused images to flood Cedric’s mind. I know what I would like up his ass-BAD CEDRIC!!! Bad bad cedric!!!! Cedric banged his head against the wall, stop thinking like that he ordered himself. The pain of his head connecting with the wall brought him to his senses and he grimaced as he headed toward his common room


Harry’s POV

Harry had never heard Cedric sound so cold. Even when he thought, and probably still thinks, Harry had put his name in the goblet, then he just sounded incredulous. Even when he was surrounded by those twittering twits they called his friends, he was always friendly. Harry sighed and leaned against the bathroom wall, allowing the picture of Cedric rise up in his mind as he had just last seen him.

He had been confronted by Malfoy who seemed to somehow have procured the Creevy brother’s new accidental badges which now read “Potter Really Stinks” and having the last straw, he barged into the bathroom only to be met with the steady gray gaze of Cedric Diggory. His tall powerful frame was bent over a sink as he ran water over his strong hands. The top 3 of his buttons on his shirt were undone, allowing a tantalizing view of tanned and muscled chest. Cedric’s dark blond hair was slightly rumpled but unlike Harry’s messy jet black hair, it wasn’t messy, just sexy. Harry shook his head, NO. no thoughts like that . No thoughts of the strong masculine jaw, long think black lashes that veiled his clear grey eyes and the perfect structure of that face that should be on a god.

Cedric probably hated him just like everyone else in the school. But he had always treated him courteously. Even when Harry tried to call him out in front of his friends, he had been cordial about it. he had even tried to apologize about the badges. Harry didn’t know what attracted him to Cedric. Could it be the honest look of his face? Could be how he stuttered when he was flustered and the quickly regained his composure to retaliate so quickly and effectively? Could it be the plain beautifulness of his physique? The fact that he was always trying to atone for his mistakes? The fact that he at least pretended like he believed Harry?

Harry wasn’t sure, but one thing was for sure. The very second Cedric entered the room, his breathing would quicken and his heart rate speed rocket. Cedric’s smile would send tingles running up and down his whole spine and cause knots to tangle in his stomach. Either he was in love, or it was nausea. Fuck, it couldn’t be love. He liked Cho right? He tried to picture her face, her eyes when they crinkled into a smile and her white teeth and her long blond hair. Wait, her hair wasn’t blond. The hair grew short and turned wavy and the eyes turned grey and Cedric’s face invaded his mind again.

He had been so jealous when he saw Cedric and Cho talking at the table. Harry especially noticed her manicured hand resting on his broad shoulder, it sat there for quite awhile and Cedric did nothing to remove it.

Of course he did nothing you prude, Harry scolded himself, he’s straight remember? Me, on the other hand. Harry didn’t want to be gay. It wasn’t necessarily a bad thing, but he had enough to be an outcast for without this. Harry dejectedly pushed open the door and trudged toward his next class.

Cedric. Dammit, Harry had enough to deal with without this. He pushed Cedric to the back of his mind. Stay there, he commanded his thoughts. I really do not need you right now.



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this is going to get complicated soon, since im going to be juggling 4 POVs and theres going to be a triangle...oh will there be a triangle