One Saturday morning in November Harry slept in, and Ron sat on his bed watching him. Harry’s cheeks where flushed and he groaned a little. Then, when he finally opened his eyes, he noticed Ron and jumped.
“You scared the hell out of me,” Harry yelped.
“I’m the one who’s scared. Were you having a sex dream or something?”
How does he know? Was he watching me? Harry sighed and nodded.
“Who was it?” asked Ron with anticipation.
“I can’t tell you, because you’ll be shocked.”
“Come on Harry, you’re my best friend. Was it Hermione?” Harry shook his head. “Was it Ginny?” Again Harry replied no. “Was it anybody I know?” Harry nodded. “Was it a Gryffindor?” Harry didn’t respond.
I guess it’s now or never, thought Harry.
“So, it was a Gryffindor?”
“No,” shouted Harry. “It wasn’t a Gryffindor. It… it wasn’t even a girl.” Ron became speechless and gaped at Harry. “I said you’d be shocked.”
“How come you never told me you were gay before?”
“I didn’t know I was… until recently.” Ron remained silent. “I’ll understand if you don’t want to be my friend anymore.”
“No, it’s cool. It’s… It’s just that I never thought you swung that way.”
“Me either.” They laughed for a moment, and then Ron got up to sit next to Harry. “So you’re ok with me being queer?”
“Sure Harry, just as long as you don’t fantasize about me.” Harry chuckled but then stopped because he saw that Ron was being serious. “So… Who was in your dream?”
“Cedric Diggory?” Harry nodded and Ron shook his head. “I knew there was something up with that pretty-boy.”
“He doesn’t know that I like him. I don’t even know if he’s gay.”
“There’s a way to know if someone likes you or not.”
“Fred and George told me about something called a goblet of desire.”
“A goblet of desire?”
“Yeah! You put a drink in the goblet, and as you hold it you say the name of the person you deeply desire. If the liquid taste like it should it means that the person has feelings for you, but if it tastes bitter it means they don’t.”
“Where can I get a goblet of desire?”
“Fred said that Madam Puddifoot sells them to “skeptical” people… I think they have one in their room, want me to go see?”
“I would like that.” Then Ron left and Harry got out of bed. “I wonder if Cedric likes me. I love him. I love his eyes, his hair, his lips…” Soon Ron rushed in with a cup in hand. The goblet was red with two hearts engraved on it, and it shone in the sunlight.
“I knew that they had one.”
“Does it work for same sex feelings?”
“I’m sure it does mate. Get dressed and let’s go to the Great Hall to try it.”
The Great Hall was nearly empty, but a few people from the other houses had stayed behind and were talking. Harry and Ron ate what food was left and then poured pumpkin juice into the crimson goblet. Harry held it tight and whispered “Cedric Diggory”. When he took a sip the drink tasted better than usual.
“Was it bitter or sweet?” asked Ron.
“It was very sweet!” Harry drained the cup and smiled. “Cedric likes me too!”
“That’s great! So are you going to tell him?”
“I’m afraid to Ron. What if he’s not ready to start a relationship yet?”
A week later Harry decided to searched for Cedric to declare his feelings for him. After a while he found Cedric outside conversing with a few people, so he decided to mingle. When Harry approached them Cedric greeted him by shaking his hand. Then he introducing Harry to his friends; Cedric’s cronies were all as old as he and Hufflepuffs. They started talking about the Triwizard Tournament and how they looked forward to playing Quidditch again next year. Harry loved being there next to Cedric and having an everyday conversation with him and others who liked him. As time passed by more of their crowd started to leave. Soon Cedric and Harry were alone, which gave Harry joy.
“Are you scared about the first task?” Cedric asked.
Why are you still on that subject, Harry thought while looking in his dreamy eyes. “A little bit.”
“Don’t be. I’m sure it won’t be that bad.”
“Cedric… I need to tell you something, but not here. Let’s go somewhere private.” Harry surveyed the area to see if anyone was watching them. Then he abruptly grabbed Cedric’s wrist and lead him to a woodsy place past Hagrid’s hut and the Beauxbatons carriage. Cedric could feel that Harry’s hand was sweaty, but so was his. When Harry stopped he let go of Cedric and leaned against a tree.
“What did you want to tell me?”
“I love you,” Harry mumbled.
“I love you!” Then he looked up to see a smiling Cedric making his way towards him.
“I knew you did.”
“Not long ago I used a goblet of desire.”
“I did too!”
Cedric reached for Harry’s hand, and he happily gave it to the tall, handsome lad. Their fingers intertwined and the boys gaped at each other.
“How long have you liked me?” asked Cedric.
“Since the night we were picked as the Hogwarts champions. You?”
“Since last year. The reason Ravenclaw and Slytherin won against us was because I was too distracted by you to catch the snitch.”
“No offense, but you hardly catch the snitch.”
“Yeah, but then I had a good excuse.”
Harry laughed, and then Cedric pulled him into an embrace. Harry wrapped his arms around Cedric’s neck as the other boy placed his around Harry’s waist. They could feel each other’s breath as they hugged tighter. Then Cedric leaned forward and pressed their lips together. They closed their eyes as Harry pushed against Cedric; causing him to back into a tree. Harry’s tongue begged to enter Cedric, and it was allowed. Cedric ran his fingers through Harry’s black hair as they kissed more passionately. After for what seemed like forever their mouths separated and both were sweltering and panting.
“You’re a good kisser,” said Cedric.
“Who else have you kissed?”
“I had a boyfriend named Adam when I was a third year. He was a seventh year, and when he left Hogwarts I never saw him again. He was always forceful when he kissed me.”
“Was I too forceful?”
“No, you were excellent.”
“So are we boyfriends now?” asked Harry.
Cedric leaned in again and pecked Harry’s lips, but then Harry turned it into another make-out session. That time Cedric caressed Harry’s hips, causing him to moan. Finally Harry pulled away and then rested his head on Cedric’s shoulder.
“Did that answer your question?”
When the sky began to get dark Cedric and Harry walked back towards Hogwarts hand in hand, but when they neared the hut Harry let go of Cedric.
“What’s wrong Harry?”
“What if Hagrid comes out?” replied Harry. “I don’t want him to see us holding hands, and before you ask why it’s because I’m not ready to tell people about us.”
“You read me like a book Harry! I never told anyone about me and Adam either, except you of course. I understand, but can I at least do this?” Then Cedric wrapped an arm around Harry’s shoulders.
“I guess that’s ok. And, can I tell Ron we’re together? I already told him I’m gay, and he was with me when I drank from the goblet of desire.”
“Sure Harry. I love you.”
“I love me too.” Cedric chuckled and pecked Harry’s forehead. Then they slowly made their way back to the castle.