nearly all the bubbles are gone - a hedric fanfic (smut)

01 - Cedric Diggory

This fanfic is set in Harry's fourth year

Jan 10
Cedric Diggory: the popular pretty-boy of the school, and now a champion of Hogwarts, swarmed with friends and followers wherever he went.

Harry couldn't help but be a little jealous and annoyed of him, especially after he took Cho to the Yule Ball. Yet, Harry couldn't stop thinking about him, and the clue he had given Harry about the golden egg.

The downpour drummed on lazily outside the cozy Gryffindor common room. Harry was planning to visit Hagrid tonight, but decided not to anymore because of the nippy weather.

"Harry, Harry? Why were medieval witch burning methods so ineffective for the Muggles?" Hermione's voice drilled through Harry's ear and snapped him back to his senses.
"Huh?", Harry replied drowsily. "Um.. I don't remember, Hermione."
"Well,", Hermione responded indignantly. "You better write it down, because Professor Binns is definitely hinting that it is going to be on our end of year exams, and possibly even our 'O.W.L.s'." Hermione passed the thick history of magic textbook to Harry, and he quickly scribbled the answer into his revision notes:

'The medieval witch burning methods were deeply ineffective, as the witch in question could easily perform a simple temporary freezing spell, and the witch would pretend to shriek in pain, whilst in reality, the flames would just tickle her. In fact, Wendelin the Weird enjoyed this experience so much that she allowed herself to be caught no less than 13 times under various different disguises.'

"C'mon, Hermione. Give him a break.", Ron leisurely said. "Those exams aren't in ages, and we really need a rest from schoolwork."
"Ron, you haven't touched a single piece of parchment for a week.", Hermione irritatedly argued back. "How exactly do you plan to finish Snape's sixteen inch essay on the Mongolian sleeping potion and it's effects?"
"I'll just copy you.", Ron replied, in a nasty mocking voice.
"No you won't.", Hermione snapped hotly.
"You guys carry on revising without me, I need some sleep, I barely slept last night." Harry faked a yawn, and got up from the soft scarlet pouffes, gathering his notes. Harry was growing tired of Ron and Hermione bickering all the time.

He walked up the staircase into his dormitory, and with nothing else to do, he lay on the bed, wide awake.
The thought of Cedric came back to him. Harry realized that he has been thinking of Cedric a lot lately.

"It's probably because he's a Hogwarts champion too, and might know somewhat of the profound stress that has been worrying me", Harry thought to himself. But, another snide voice spoke in his head: "Are you sure it is just that? Aren't you jealous of his attractiveness and approachable nature. You want to know him, don't you? You want to be him.

Harry waved away the thought, and tried to replace the image of Cedric Diggory in his mind with something else, but all Harry could visualize were Cedric's striking gray eyes, and his paper-white winning smile. Harry grinned without knowing and gently closed his eyes.

Harry dreamt about being halfway through asking Cho to the Yule Ball, all over again, when Cedric Diggory bursted through the Owlery doors, and asked Harry to go to the Yule Ball first instead. Harry's body flooded with a warm tingling sensation, but before he could say "yes.", a flash of a large camera interrupted, and a wickedly grinning Rita Skeeter strides into the Owlery, with her acid green quick-quotes-quill writing profusely on the Marauders' Map.

Jan 11
Harry woke up suddenly, only to hear Ron's snores beside him. Harry heaved himself from his bed, and accidentally knocked the golden egg onto the floor. A deafening ear-splitting shriek blared in his dormitory, and confused wails and yawns from his roommates stirred under the noise.

"Harry, shut it!", Seamus bellowed. Harry did not need telling twice: he grabbed the egg, and slammed it shut.
"Sorry guys, it just slipped out of my hands.", Harry said meekly.
"Blimey, Harry.", Ron yawned. "Be a bit more careful next time."

Harry placed the egg back in his Hogwarts trunk, and remembered that he hadn't figured out the clue yet. He was growing sick of lying to everyone, that he had already found out what it meant, and out of sheer desperation, he decided to give Cedric's hint a shot.