Whoa another update? I am on a role! :D

Staying at the Diggory home was the most fun that Harry had ever had in his life. Sirius and Remus had joined them the same night that Harry was released from the hospital wing, so he had the people he thought of as parents living with him. Mr. and Mrs. Diggory were very kind, giving him his potions three times a day and creating a dietary plan to give him as much strength as possible without making him sick and even allowing Frosty to stay with him.

The best part, in Harry's opinion, was the fact the he and Cedric shared a room. The room wasn't huge, but it was large enough for the two of them with room to spare. Harry and Cedric slept on a large mattress that appeared on the ground in the evening and then disappeared after they were dressed in the morning. Somehow, no matter how far apart they were when they first went to sleep, they always ended up near each other. Frosty slept with them. Or, rather, Frosty tried to sleep on Cedric's face. Cedric would huff and puff and threaten to kick the dog out of the room for the night, but he never did. Frosty would either end up on his chest or curled up against Harry.

Mealtimes were wonderful. As an exchange (well, it was more like an argument) for the Diggorys's kindness Harry helped cook the meals. It wasn't a problem for him, no matter what Cedric said. He enjoyed cooking and the house elf in charge of the meals was pleased to have an extra set of experienced hands. When the food was cooked and the table was set everyone gathered around at the table. It was nothing like the meals at the Dursleys, it wasn't quiet and nobody pretended like Harry didn't exist, and it wasn't loud and crowded like the Weasleys. It was the perfect middle ground. There was plenty of room and food, conversations included everyone and were of pleasant topics.

After dinner everyone would retire to the library. Cedric would help Harry with his summer work, Sirius and Amos would play chess, and Mrs. Diggory and Remus would either read or get into an in depth conversation about something. After an hour or two, Mrs. Diggory would say their goodnights and head off to bed. Sirius and Remus would wait for Cedric and Harry to finish whatever they were doing before ushering them to bed and going to their own room. Harry and Cedric would take turns using the bath and once they were both settled on the 'floor bed' (as Harry called it) they would chat for a while; continuing where their letters left off.

It was peaceful and harry would have it no other way.

That is…until their routine was interrupted by a surprise topic at dinner.

"So Harry, what do you intend to do about the Quidditch World Cup?"Amos asked. The match was closing in quickly, it was four days away. Harry had been having so much fun that he had forgotten all about it. Harry honestly had no idea about what he wanted to do. He wanted to go, sweet Merlin he wanted to go more than anything in the world! But he wanted to go with Cedric. He knew that it sounded more than selfish, but he didn't want his vacation with the Hufflepuff to end. Yeah he missed Ron and Fred and George and Hermione, but they weren't Cedric. With his friends he had felt that he always needed to keep a part of him closed off and protected so he wouldn't get hurt. With Cedric it was so much different. Cedric had seen him at his worst; he didn't need to hide from Cedric because Cedric would protect him. If he was suddenly thrust away from Cedric…Harry had no idea what he'd do.

Oh sweet merciful Merlin! He sounded like a bloody girl!

"Harry? Harry are you alright?" It was Cedric, he was calling to him softly and shaking his shoulder. Why? Oh, right. Harry shook his head.

"Yeah, sorry about that. I honestly have no idea what I'm going to do. I hadn't really thought about it." He said.

"Not think about Quidditch, a talented young seeker like you?"

Harry's eyes hardened marginally. "Yes, forgive me, but after everything that has happened in the past few weeks it kind of just slipped my mind." Amos seemed to realize his mistake, he shut up and immediately looked apologetic.

"Erm, right. Sorry about that lad." Harry nodded at him.

No one said anything after that.

After dinner, Harry didn't go to the library. He went to Cedric's room where he sat on the floor bed and thought.

After dinner, Cedric followed him. He stood in the doorway, leaning against the frame with his arms crossed, as he watched Harry think. It was amazing really. Harry's face was so expressive. Cedric could tell that whatever Harry was thinking about was frustrating him, and the older boy was almost positive that it had to do with what happened at dinner.

He waited for Harry to notice him for maybe five minutes. Nothing happened. Harry kept staring off into space, thinking. With a sigh, Cedric walked into his room and flopped onto the bed, right next to Harry. The movement caused Harry to tumble over. He blinked up at the ceiling, confusion written all over his face.

"What?"

"You think too loud." Cedric's muffled voice came from the pillows. Two warm gray peeked out at Harry, making the boy blush. With a chuckle Cedric turned on his side and lifted an arm. "Come here." Harry did. He curled against the older boy and smiled. Cedric was always warm. This was something that they had done many times since they had gotten back. It was a small embrace that sent the two boys into overdrive. The feeling of being wrapped around the other, it was something that they had both wanted, both needed.

Like the first time, Harry played with the buttons on Cedric's shirt. "Talk to me Harry."

"I don't know what I'm going to do. I want to go to the match more than anything, but I don't think it'd be as fun without you."

Cedric frowned. "You know, I'll still be there."

"Well yeah," Harry made an 'I know that' face. "but you won't be there with me."

"Ah, so that's the problem." Cedric felt Harry's nod. "Well, you could stay in the tent with Dad and I, and go to the match with the Weasleys."

"But-"

"Harry, stop. Dad and I will talk it over in the morning. For now just go to sleep. Okay?" He pressed their foreheads together and smiled. Harry smiled back.

A loud yip caught their attention. Frosty came bounding at the two, he jumped up on the bed and crawled onto Cedric's face.

"Damn it Frosty!"

A/N I do not like this chapter. Not one bit :[