PISS OFF CHO CHANG || Hedric story

Chapter 22- The Argument

  With only a day left until the third task Harry had become increasingly worried, but not for him surprisingly, for Cedric. What if something bad happened? What if he... he... I can't even say it... died? Harry thought, as he munched on a delicious treacle tart in the morning. Not even the delicious syrup-like substance could wash down the worry feeling in his stomach. Feeling warm, soothing fingers brush against his neck he shivered as someone sat next to him on the Gryffindor table. Knowing instantly who it was, he cursed under his breathe and plastered a smile on his face. Looking up he saw those dreamy grey eyes he felt pain in his heart, he knew Cedric would never listen to him, but he had to try. He had to convince Cedric not to participate, there was just something he felt, it was tethered in his soul, like a distance call in his mind, no heart, that something bad would happen. And he could never, EVER, let that happen to his Cedric, his boyfriend, his mate, his future husband, WAIT WHAT?! Husband...? No he couldn't think of Cedric like that? They were too young, surely, right? (YEAH YOU DAMN RIGHT HARRY HE IS MY HUSBAND! But for the sake of the fanfic I'll allow it... FOR NOW!!!)
"Hey good looking." Cedric joked as he put his arm around Harry and pulled him close. "Hey..." Harry said timidly as his hands fidgeted under the table. Cedric furrowed his brow but was interrupted by Ron, "for the love of Merlin can you not always be snuggling with each other every time I am around." Ron groaned making Hermione chuckle as she smacked him with a particularly large book, making him wince and almost choke on his food. Everyone laughed except Harry, who was now fidgeting even more in Cedric's hold which was noticed instantly by Cedric as it didn't feel as perfect as it usually did, something was off. "Hey what's wrong?" He whispered in Harry's ear as everyone changed their attention. "Can we talk?" Harry asked a little too quickly, making the Hufflepuff slightly surprised. "Yeah sure." Cedric replied slightly confused.

Breakfast was soon finished and Harry left with Cedric close behind, becoming increasingly anxious by the second. Pulling Cedric in an empty broom closet. "Hey, hey, what's wrong?" Cedric asked worriedly. Harry walked to the other side of the closet and put his hand over his mouth and clenched his eyes shut to stifle a cry. Cedric wanted to rush over but something stopped him. "Cedric..." Harry whispered. Harry flung around, trying to push down all emotion. "Cedric I want you to not compete in the third trial." Harry said flatly, staring deeply into his boyfriend's eyes. "WHAT?!?" Cedric cried incredulously, not believing his own ears. "HARRY?!? You know how much this means to me, why would you ask this of me?" Cedric almost shouted, hurt evident in his voice making Harry wince. Shutting his eyes he took a deep breathe before meeting Cedric's gaze once more. "Because I love you. And I couldn't bare to see you hurt and I have to protect you." Harry said with his lips quivering. Cedric stood their wide eyed and was no angry. "Are you fucking for real?!? Harry, last I checked I'm seventeen and you're just a fourteen year old boy. And it is my choice not yours." Cedric shouted now completely out of his senses. Harry almost cried. Boy? He thinks I'm just a helpless boy? Harry thought, after everyone else undermining him, he never thought he'd hear Cedric say those words. As the hurt built up in his chest, he felt bile in his mouth that burned like acid, only wanting to hurt Cedric the way he hurt. "FUCK YOU CEDRIC! I AM SO, SICK AND TIRED OF PEOPLE TREATING ME LIKE A CHILD! I HAVE FUCKING BEEN CHASED BY A HOMICIDAL MANIAC AND HIS INSANE FOLLOWERS SINCE I WAS A TODLER! ONLY TO BE CONSTANTLY PUT DOWN BY THOSE OLDER THAN ME!" Harry shouted as tears streaked down his face. Cedric was taken aback as he had never seen Harry so angry and he immediately regretted his words and wanted to apologise but was just to stubborn to step down. "You know what Harry. That is so rich because you look down on me as if I'm weak as well. Just like everyone else. Just because I'm a fucking Hufflepuff. And not because I'm not a glory seeking, idiotic Gryffindor!" Cedric yelled back. "DO YOU KNOW WHAT! Just- just leave me alone Harry. I thought we could support each other in this but evidently not." Cedric finished, as he closed his eyes, scrunched up his face and threw open the door to the broom closet and left. To angry to look back and regret his words. Harry stumbled to the ground and wept. All the anger he felt, melted away to sadness as he felt Cedric draw further away. "Why did I do that?" Harry cried as he put his face in his hands and curled into a ball. "Oh my god Harry?" Harry heard as he looked up and was half relieved, half afraid that it was Hermione. "Did Cedric do this to you?" Harry asked as she captured him in a hug. When Harry didn't answer she took that as her answer and gritted her teeth. "I'm gonna kill him." She said with silent fury. Getting up and pulling out her wand she was about to leave before her hand was caught by Harry's. "No please, leave him alone, just... stay with me?" Harry asked hopefully. Seeing the look in her best friend's eyes she softened and pulled him into another tight hug, rubbing his back in an attempt to calm Harry.