The Bi Who Loved

Hedric- That Should Be Me

Applause surrounded Harry, deafening his ears as he watched the original Hogwarts champion walk into the great hall, with a beautiful girl hanging onto his arm, her face full of admiration and love. 

During the opening dance, Harry saw Cedric toss his soft brown hair back, and smile sweetly at Cho, his face full of genuine emotion, Cho staring back with twice the passion. She giggled and blushed as he murmured in her ear, swaying back and forth together on the dance floor. Harry watched Cedric's hand slide down to the small of Cho's back, and how her hand rested on his shoulder. They fit together like puzzle pieces, and this was more than Harry could bare. Jealousy bubbled deep in his stomach, threatening to boil over, and every inch of his body felt as though it was on fire.

He thrust Parvati to the side, much to her dismay, and muttered something about feeling sick to excuse himself.

Tall, handsome and pretty, Harry thought bitterly to himself- that should be me.

Cedric Diggory. The Hufflepuff that was commonly misconceived to be dumb was actually quite clever. His intelligence merged with his physique and looks made Cedric Diggory a well rounded, incredibly attractive guy. 

And Harry knew it, despite his desperate and rootless attempts to deny it.

"Cedric's height isn't even impressive- I mean come on, none of that 6 foot 1 inch height is going to make up for his brains... bet it wouldn't even fill an egg cup," he muttered darkly to Ron as they sat down. 

Ron nodded in agreement, supporting his best friend. "Yeah, for real, mate! I mean being tall is overrated anyway- take it from me. There are other things to life,"

Harry grunted gratefully in response. Then he made the mistake of glancing back to Cedric and Cho, and catching their faces just inches away from each other. He forcefully tore his eyes away, another wave of complaints ready to roll off his tongue.

"Urgh!" Harry couldn't help himself, his angry buzzing thoughts making themselves known. "That should be me, dancing with Cho!"

Ron clapped his hands together, "Yeah!" he growled enthusiastically. Like his brothers, he was keen to blindly jump on any opportunity to hate on Cedric Diggory, regardless of how true or logical the reason may be.

"Besides, his hair looks weirdly soft, I know for a fact it's not naturally like that... probably charmed it- and that jawline, who is he kidding? It's so sharp he looks like a Lego character-"

Ron snorted with laughter, a response that encouraging Harry to continue.

"And his eyes! They're so ghastly grey and freaky, and I thought I saw freaky when Dobby's tennis ball eyes greeted me two years ago, at the Dursley's. I bet Cho has nightmares when she goes to bed about those eyes," Harry exclaimed before taking a large swig of butterbeer, before slamming it down. "And I wonder what's under his shirt? Probably a set of perfect abs to go with that perfect face-"

"What was that, Harry?" a voice came from behind, making Harry jump, and spin around faster than sneakoscope. 

Harry went pink, being face to face with the one and only boy who he had just been slandering, wearing an unreadable expression on his face.

"Cedric?" Harry's own eyes goggled and he went pink. Ron's laughter had subsided and he was coughing unattractively into his drink.

"Padma!" He muttered hoarsely, before dodging away from the scene.

"Perfect face, eh? Can't say I'm not flattered. But..." Cedric smirked, looking amused. He then dipped his head closer to Harry's ear and whispered, sultrily, "Flattery wont help you find out what's under my shirt,"