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Cedric is soaked and Oliver can't take his eyes away. He thinks it is because he hates the other – Cedric has just beaten him at quidditch after all – but he can't help but notice the way Cedric's clothes are clinging to him. He flew well today, Oliver thinks, before changing his mind. No he didn't. Harry just flew badly.

Cedric is nothing but a Hufflepuff – a Hufflepuff for Merlin's sake – pretty-boy in Oliver's opinion. Oliver can't help but think that he is a very pretty pretty-boy though, with dark hair falling around his face and a clean-cut body. Oliver pauses in undoing his shin-guards, listening as the twins scramble silently out of the changing room, to stare at Cedric and Cedric looks up just then to catch Oliver's eyes.

Oliver flushes, but Cedric takes the look in his eyes as an unfriendly one and hurries out.

Oliver watches him leave and goes for a cold shower.