CEDRIC'S P.O.V
(In the museum)
We walked around the art filled room but I couldn't take my eyes off of the boy standing next to me. He made smart jokes about the paintings and their artists. He was so smart. He spoke fluently about his favorite pieces and why they were his favorite. He spoke quickly and smoothly about his least favorite works and why they were so. He rambled gorgeously about the artists and what they accomplished and didn't. He talked about them as though they were his best friends. He spoke evenly and coolly about the art work he felt passionately about. When anyone asked a question he answered immediately, no matter who had asked. He shared his knowledge so fluidly and comfortably. It was like watching the most beautiful person share the beauty of the art with everyone around him. He looked calm when he saw the art. As soon as he looked away he grabbed at my arm to show me the most beautiful thing, but I was already looking at it. Him. Nope. I have a girlfriend. He is just a friend. He probably doesn't even like me in that regard. He has a boyfriend. He's dating Oliver Wood and I'm dating Cho Chang. Neither of us are looking for a relationship with one another. We are both in relationships.
I keep catching myself looking at the most beautiful thing in the room but it isn't any of the art work. It's Evan. I don't know how I feel about that.
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The Fourth Potter
FanfictionHarry may have Lily's eyes but his younger brother has her hair. The characters are not mine I do not own them
