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Badgered Romance	By : nekkidking Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Cedric Views: 7124 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, the characters, the world they live in or anything else created by the lovely JK Rowling. Nor do I profit in any way financially from her work or Harry Potter Inc.

Chapter List
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- 2-Accidents Happen
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Introductions, Embarrassment and Apologies

Harry turned the corner, walking down a path surrounded by what look like walls. He stopped and shivered, a frigid gust of wind enveloping him. Trying to see what may be ahead he leaned forward and strained his eyes. Due to the thick fog all over, he couldn’t see more than a few feet in front of himself. With no other choice, he started moving, unable to shake the feeling of being watched. He walked a few steps, a faint blue glow in the distance catching his line of sight... Unable to control himself, Harry reached for the far away light, longing to hold the source in his hands. Out of nowhere a blood curdling scream interrupted the silence, the faint blue light changing to a blinding green. Unimaginable pain shot from his scar all throughout his body, every part of him feeling as if he was on fire. The screaming grew louder and closer, nearer and nearer, until he was sure the person screaming was standing beside him. Panicked and unable to move, Harry waited for his inevitable death.

Instantly, it all stopped. The light, the pain, the screaming, all had disappeared. He was left standing in a dark area, which somehow felt very different from where he had just been. He looked at his surroundings, unable to see much, the darkness had swallowed this place completely. Then, without warning, Harry was struck with an immense feeling of horror, trying his best not to scream, his eyes had fallen upon the lifeless body on the ground in front of him-

Harry awoke with a start, jolted from his sleep. Feeling disoriented, unsure of where he was, the raven haired boy sat up, and grabbed his glasses, slipping them onto his face. He noticed was that he was in pain, apparently from sleeping on the floor. He also observed that there was someone snoring on a bed to his right, causing him to look over, he realized that someone was Ron Weasley. Sighing with relief, he remembered he was no longer staying with the Dursleys on Privet Drive; He was at his second home: The Burrow. Harry sat there and tried to think of the nightmare he had been having, and his mind was completely blank. The only thing that he could associate with it was feelings of dread, pain, and bone-chilling cold. Although he was shaken and frustrated that he couldn’t recollect the details of the dream, he decided to lie back down and rest. After all, he had to wake up very early.

Harry closed his eyes and a slight smile appeared on his face, his worry over the dream being replaced with dreams of The World Cup, Hogwarts, and most importantly: Friends.

It felt as though Harry had just fallen asleep again by the time Mrs. Weasley was shaking Harry awake, “Time to get up dear, don’t want to be late.” She said softly as she moved over to Ron’s bed to wake him well. Harry yawned loudly and stretched, lifting his arms above his head, relieved he no longer had to sleep on the uncomfortable floor- even though he had a minimal amount of sleep. The twins also sat up from their spots and sighed simultaneously. Harry looked over at Ron and chuckled, the ginger haired boy was rubbing his eyes, appearing as though he had just risen from the dead. Ron grunted and hopped out of bed, going through his drawers, searching for some appropriate muggle attire.

The four of them finished getting ready and slowly made their way downstairs to the kitchen. Mrs. Weasley was cooking up breakfast, while Mr. Weasley was fully dressed in his mismatched muggle clothing. The elder Weasley seemed to be fully unfazed by how early it was, Which Harry thought was bonkers, to his standards anyway.

After eating breakfast, Mrs. Weasley bid them farewell and they walked out in the darkness of the morning, leaving towards their destination.

They made it after walking quite a ways from the Burrow, passing through the small village that resided in the area. Mr. Weasley guided them towards a hill, it standing high up, a dead scraggly tree at the top. Also residing on the top of the hill were two tall silhouettes standing side by side.

Once they got closer one of them yelled, “Arthur, that you? It’s Amos”

“Ah, yes it is, it’s me!” he shouted back. As they climbed up the hill the two men walked down to greet them, “Nice to see you again, Amos,” Mr. Weasley commented, as the others came into view, “You weren’t waiting too long I hope?”

“No, no. We just got here as well, been up since two, tis’ long way to travel by foot.” Amos responded shaking Arthur’s his hand.

“Everyone this is Amos Diggory, he works at the Ministry,” Mr. Weasley explained, “And this is his son Cedric, whom I sure you know.”

Harry felt as though he got punched in the gut when he saw him. Although Cedric seemed decent enough, as most Hufflepuffs are, yet he still couldn’t get over the fact that the other seeker had been the reason Hufflepuff defeated Gryffindor last year. Glancing over at the other male Gryffindors he could tell he wasn’t alone in his resentment. Being his first time of properly seeing Cedric Diggory up close, he begrudgingly deduced that the prat wasn’t called ‘Pretty Boy Diggory’ for nothing.

“Hi” Cedric said politely with a small smile. Not wanting to be rude, Harry and the Weasley boys all greeted Cedric and Amos as genuinely as they could muster, whilst a blushing Ginny and Hermione shyly returned his greeting. Harry made eye contact with the boy, quickly breaking it, looking down at his feet. After their introductions, the pack of them jaunted up the hill towards the portkey, Amos and Mr. Weasley chatting, the rest of the pack walked in silence.

“These all yours?” asked Amos peering warmly at the three Weasley boys, Harry, Hermione, and Ginny.

Mr. Weasley laughed, “Oh no, only the red heads,” correcting the confusion, “That’s Hermione, a friend of Ron’s—And Harry, another friend-“

“-Merlin’s beard!” said Amos with a look of surprise on his face, “Potter? Harry Potter?”

“Err, yes” said Harry unsurprised by the very same reaction he had gotten a hundred times before. You’d think he would start to feel jaded towards his so called ‘fame’, but he was pretty positive he’d never get used to it.

“Ced’ has talked about you Harry, of course, haven’t you, son? About the time you played Quidditch” said Amos proudly, “I said-I said, won’t that be something to one day tell your grandchildren. That you beat Harry Potter!” Cedric flushed with embarrassment and looked down, rightfully uncomfortable with the situation, his father staring ahead with a smile.

“Dad...” he said with a low voice, hoping to stop his father before anymore embarrassment could be bestowed upon him.

“What, Ced?! That’s nothing to be embarrassed about. It’s all in good fun, Harry understands.” said Amos oblivious to how Harry truly felt.

"Harry fell off his broom, Dad," he muttered, “I told you ... It was an accident...”

“Yes, but you didn’t fall off yours, did you?” Amos retorted with delight. Cedric flushed an even brighter red, looking at Harry and his friends apologetically.

The Weasley boys all wore scowls on their faces, Harry trying his best to withhold his own, unsure if he succeeded in his attempt. He had resentment towards Cedric, but he also felt kind of bad for the guy... He was obviously embarrassed by his dad’s actions. Mr. Weasley cleared his throat once they made it to the top of the hill, and pointed at an old boot placed on the grass. “Would that be the portkey? I’m fairly certain we have to leave soon” said Mr. Weasley aware of the tension Amos’ comments had caused.

“Oh yes, right, right,” Agreed Amos, “We should get going, more time for talk of Quidditch when we get there.”

Harry could see the pride Amos had for his son, and his bitter feelings started to lose their intensity, After all, he was just being a loving father. Though he was going overboard with the role; loving nonetheless.

Mr. Weasley instructed them briefly on how to use a portkey and counted down, “3, 2, 1, now!” Everyone placed a few fingers on the boot. Harry felt a fierce tug as though a rope attached to his navel, jerking him forward, the sensation as though he was falling through nothingness. He could feel the others crashing into him, this was just as unpleasant as any other forms of magical travel. The ground appeared out of nowhere, suddenly crashing into them, thankfully they landing on grass and not on anything more solid.

Harry couldn’t have been more thankful to be back on ground, he preferred flying over using portkeys. he looked over at everyone else, and saw Ron sprawled out embracing the ground. Harry shared the same sentiment as his best friend, just not quite as strongly. Everyone who had experienced a less than graceful landing stood up and wiped off their clothes, the teens eager to go look around. The Weasleys and Diggorys were each given their designated camping spots by a man, a muggle, who was standing near where they appeared. Harry chuckled to himself when he noticed Hermione was talking to Ron about the portkey experience and how fascinating she thought it was. He became even more amused when Hermione started berating him when he called her bonkers for thinking it was ‘anything but bloody horrible’.

“Um, Harry,” said a voice behind him. Jumping from the unexpected noise, Harry turned around and saw Cedric standing a few feet behind him. “I just wanted to apologize about my Dad. He-He means well, just can get a little carried away sometimes.” he said sheepishly.

“Oh. Yeah. Don’t worry about it,” Harry said rather abruptly, feeling every bit as uncomfortable as Cedric was. “Uh, thanks Cedric. It’s nice of you to, uh, apologize. “Cedric nodded and quickly walked back to his father, the pair departing to their campsite. Mr. Weasley yelled goodbye and beckoned the group of kids to follow him. Ron, finished arguing with Hermione, joined Harry walking beside him, Fred and George doing the same.

“What gits,” said Ron glaring at the direction the Diggorys went, “I’d like to see pretty boy Diggory try and fight off a group of Dementors while trying to play quidditch.” The twins also voiced their agreement with Ron adding a choice few words of their own.

“Well...” said Harry, “Cedric came up and apologized to me, so he can’t be that much of a git. “

“That makes him more of a git, pretending to be modest when he clearly isn’t. What a git.” Ron stated wearing a repulsed look on his face.

“Enough about the Diggorys”, Harry said with a ingenuine laugh, feeling awkward talking badly about Cedric, when he had just been so... nice. “Look at this!” Harry exclaimed referring to their surroundings. They had just arrived to the campground, and it was beyond what he had imagined. Tents propped up everywhere, all adorned in flags with red white and green stripes, if they were supporting Bulgaria, or all Green if supporting Ireland. All sorts of different witches and wizards were setting up their tents, most of them from out of the country.

“Whoa, this is bloody brilliant, isn’t it?” said Ron.

“George, I wonder if there are any cute girls here, ya think?” said Fred wiggling his eyebrows.

“I don’t know Fred, but if there are, we’ll find em’” cackled George pinching Ron on the cheek, “Someday you’ll understand all of this stuff little Ronnikins.” Ron blushed, and tried to shove his brother, George managing to jump out of the way.

“You too little Harrietta” said Fred ruffling up Harry’s hair. Harry laughed and smiled at Ron, twins running off to go wreak more havoc on unsuspecting victims. Looking around and really taking in their surroundings, the reality of where they were hit him. Harry was filled to the brim with joy, making him forget all about that awkward encounter with the Diggorys.
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