Harry Potter Oneshots (LGBT ships)

Something about water (CedricXHarry)

This was a request. A Hedric fanfic request by @27carlil I hope you enjoy it, okay!

I won't add a description of the fic, read to find out. I hope you enjoy~

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Cedrics POV-

Water, something about water...
I know for a fact that Harry said something about water. We were meeting up to discuss something about the Triwizard tournament. I think he mentioned something about water, so I'm guessing it was Black Lake. I can't be too positive though, even if he was talking directly to me, I couldn't hear him.
Wanna know the reason?

Because I was utterly focused on the way his lips moved while he talked. I was in a hopeless trance as he was talking and I could barely even get my sentence out.

I can still remember that conversation...

-A few hours earlier-

"Uh-Cedric?" Harry waved his hand in front of my face, making me come back to reality. "Are you with us?"
I felt my face go red because of embarrassment, "Yeah, yeah...I'm, uh, with you-here, in this moment..." I can not BELIEVE I was stuttering. I barely ever stutter.
Harry gave me a confused look, before sighing and looking away as if he didn't want to be here. I don't blame him. He and I didn't really start out on the right foot. I was a jerk and he was a victim of a greater scheme of this and nothing ever fair happens to him. And I made it worse. Then here he is, trying to help me even though we are competing against each other and I'm acting as if I don't care or appreciate what he is doing. God, I'm an idiot.
"Right. So, we are meeting up then?" Harry asked.
"Uh-what?"
"Tonight? To discuss the tournament, you know, the egg," Harry looked very annoyed.
"Right, uh-sorry Potter..." I mumbled, "I'll meet up with you. Thanks for this."
"You're the one who gave me the tip about water earlier, this is so we can both open it at the same time and figure it out." Harry seemed to be passionate about working as a group. The Golden Trio always worked as one. Even if Ron and Harry got into a fight, and they aren't talking right now. I am a bit jealous that he has friends like that.
"It means a lot though. To know that you trust me enough to work with you on this, you're like, amazing-I uh, mean, like, you know because of the whole He Who-but obviously that's not just it- you are pretty awesome at Quidditch too, you always make the Slytherins look like junior players-" My face went even redder, I just admitted to watching Harry play Quidditch against another team. Which I guess would make sense, scoping out the competition I guess I also have a bit of a Quidditch obsession but still, complementing it out of nowhere is kind of suspicious "-Not like I stalk you or anything, I totally don't-"
"Never said you did," Harry slowly had a smirk rising on his face as he watched me amused. "Never took you as a stuttering kind of guy, Cedric."
I sighed in defeat, "I'm usually not...I just get nervous around guys I think are-I mean people that I think are...cool..."
"Cool?" Harry let out a short 'ha', "I'm cool now, am I?"
I scratched the back of my neck, avoiding eye contact as much as possible. God this is the worst conversation of my lifetime. I am pretty sure I have a deep blush and I'm positive I'm radiating simp energy as much as possible, but god so help me I'm terrible around guys I find attractive. I can handle girls. Girls are easy to charm, to entertain. They swoon easy enough, just if you're pretty. Sparkly skin and a smile. I heard one muggle-born say that she imagines me as the hot-vampire named Edward Cullen, from a muggle novel series she reads called Twilight. Not gonna lie, that was a compliment I had not seen coming. She says that whenever she sees me, that's all she can think about. Professor Velvet even agreed!! So it's always been easy for me to swoon girls.
Guys on the other hand are the most complicated ever! I've always had no idea what to do. Like, I could act straight enough, but then they go and start putting their arm around my shoulder and it makes me feel safe, and then I go red from embarrassment and then how do I explain that. Or suddenly they are flirting with me because it's funny to them, or say some shit that could imply they are gay but then they see a cute girl and then BAM! They are as straight as a god-damn poll. All a joke, they say like that's okay. So acting straight is always the option I god for, act as if the other 50% of my sexuality is also girls, and that's easy for me because I am bisexual, so I do get where they are coming from and I understand. So yeah, simple and easy, but the moment someone I find that is even remotely pretty enough that I begin day-dreaming I can not form a single sentence. Add the fact that standing in front of me is probably the most famous Wizard in British Wizarding history, how could you blame me? Not like that is the reason I'm behaving like this though. After a year in, Harry was just another student to the rest of us. So no, that can't be an excuse.
I just think that Harry is so pretty, and charming, and funny and it's cute when he is awkward and has no one else noticed that Harry will bite his lip to concentrate. Ruffle his hair when he's frustrated. And sometimes when he laughs he shakes his head. And has NO ONE ELSE NOTICE that he sometimes gets annoyed with Ron and Hermione, but to keep from lashing out he bites his lip and closes his eyes and will do that square breathing shit that teachers will tell us to do. And it works. How could anyone not realize how much stress Harry seems to be under, and to de-stress I may or may not see him move to a sunnier area to relax in it.
Yeah, I think Harry is pretty. And god I think it's hot when he and Malfoy get into arguments and Harry gets all confident in his words and will look dominant and control.
I wonder if when he gets riled up does he-My face flushed and suddenly I am pointedly staring at the tree behind Harrys' head and not down at the shorter boy, who I can tell is very confused at my behaviour but amusing none the less.