just us | hedric fanfic

eleven

- Cedric's POV

I tried avoiding Harry as much as I could, trying to move on in life, but I just couldn't. Even with friends around I still felt the same emptiness, I just pretended to be okay so no one would be suspicious.

At nights I would drown myself in sorrow, thinking about him and how lonely I felt. I didn't realize this but I soon fell into a depressive state, what even was the point of living when I can't be with the person I love. I don't even care if I sound dramatic, I just want to be with Harry again. To hear his voice, feel his touch, see his adorable smile. I can't stand it anymore.

- Harry's POV

I don't get why Cedric just disappeared in thin air. It hurt me deeply like a knife stabbed in my heart, especially since he didn't tell me why he had to leave all of the sudden. I keep thinking too much about this situation, I need a smoking break.

I left my room in secret, it was 11 pm. I snuck out to a balcony and grabbed a single cigarette from my pocket and got the lighter then lit it up. As I was taking puffs of the cig I heard a voice, "Smoking can kill you Potter" Draco said behind my ear. "Why do you care?" I asked, turning around. We were a feet away and I exhaled and blew the smoke on his face, "I go through shit too you know" I said as I leaned against the cement wall. "Well that's understandable" Draco replied, "want to take a hit?" I suggest taking the cigarette out of my mouth and passing it to him. He takes the cigarette and smokes it, then exhales and the smoke came out of his nose while looking up.

It was quite hot seeing him do that, with his side profile too. God damn it Harry stop that! "It's nights like this that feel quite shitty" Draco said, "I get what you mean" I took my cigarette back and continued to smoke a bit more. "What happened to you?" He asked, "Someone I knew left me without a warning" I sighed looking down. "That's a shame" as Draco finished his sentence I could see him trying to hide a smirk, it was a bit weird but I just ignored it.

By the time I finished my cigarette. I dropped it on the floor and stomped on it, "Perhaps we do this more often, I'd like to get to know you better. Maybe it's time we finally find peace." Draco presented, confused as I was, I agreed to his offer.

Every night we would sneak out of our rooms at exactly 11:25 pm. Cigarette after cigarette, talk after the talk. Maybe befriending Draco wasn't as bad as I thought, yeah he was still hot headed at times but he was a good listener. Turns out he suffered a lot, mostly about not being good enough and his fear of being disowned by his father. But it felt right to just be the shoulder he cried to, especially during times like that.

One thing lead to another with these nightly smoke sessions and suddenly when our eyes locked together, it's just gave me a wanted desire to feel his soft lips. And when that thought came across my head, he kissed me. Our lips touched as the cigarette smoke polluted the air, his sweet taste around the poisonous smell. While it went from sudden lips brushing to tongue swirling, I couldn't stop but think about Cedric. The guilt I had even doing this with another man felt so wrong, but it felt like forever since I was touched like this. Was I becoming this desperate for physical touch?

It was as if I was addicted, like cigarettes.