A/N: I am so sorry that this took so long to update. I am under major exam stress. I decided to give myself a fan fiction night to escape.

Disclaimer: I own nothing at all. Apart from Noah.

Dedication: For vodoo-voldemort, whose name made me laugh, as did their review.

Words: 1,423

Chapter name: Underwear?

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They rode for nearly three hours, stopping every now and again to go to the toilet and let Harry stretch his leg. Despite it being healed by Fawkes it was still sore and didn’t like to be held in one place for too long. As soon as Cedric had found out what was wrong he had jumped into overprotective boyfriend mode and insisted they stop whenever it started to be more than slightly uncomfortable. Harry had been embarrassed but pleased by Cedric’s fussing.

The sun was just starting to set when they pulled onto a dirt track and Cedric dropped the speed, stopping in a yard next to a cottage hidden from the road by a line of trees. Cedric turned off the engine and swung off the bike before helping Harry off.

“Well?” he asked, gesturing to the cottage in front of him “what do you think?”

“It’s… gorgeous,” Harry said honestly.

The cottage had four stories made of red brick with dark green ivy wrapped over it. The window sills were painted blue and a few of them were decorated with small pot plants. It reminded Harry of a smaller, slightly less dilapidated version of the Burrow. He loved it.

Cedric grinned at the smile on Harry’s face and grabbed onto Harry’s arm.

“Come on. Mum said she’ll have my head if we’re not unpacked and ready for dinner by half past.”

Harry glanced at his watch.

“It won’t take me half an hour to unpack. I don’t have that much stuff. Actually I have, like, no stuff.”

“Who says we’ll be spending all that time unpacking?”

Harry frowned momentarily before Cedric’s meaning sunk in and he blushed bright red. Cedric laughed and pulled Harry towards the house.

“You are so cute,” Cedric said, pulling a key from his pocket, unlocking the front door and pushing it open “Hey! Mum! Dad! We’re home!”

Harry stood uncertainly on the doorstep as Cedric went inside. Cedric glanced over his shoulder at Harry and, seeing his discomfort, tutted lightly before pulling him inside and pushing the front door shut.

“Is anyone-?”

Cedric was cut off by the sound of running feet and suddenly a teenage boy about Harry’s age was stood at the top of the stairs, hands on hips, glaring at Cedric.

“How come you always call for mum and dad and never me?”

“Because I’m hoping that you’re not here,” Cedric said childishly, grinning as though he’d had this conversation many times before.

The boy humphed in reply and stomped off.

“My brother, Noah. He’s an idiot. You’ll get sick of him within a week.”

“I didn’t know you have a brother.”

“There’s a lot you don’t know about me,” Cedric said with a wink “you’ll find it all out in time. Don’t worry. I bet mum’s in the kitchen.”

He led the way to a door and stuck his head inside.

“Hey mum. We’re home,” he said, pushing the door open fully to reveal a woman stood chopping vegetables.

“Yes. I heard that blasted motorbike come roaring up the drive.”

Harry peered over Cedric’s shoulder to try and get a good look at Cedric’s mother. She was tall, thin and had pale brown curly hair, just like Cedric’s, falling elegantly onto her shoulders. Her eyes were the same intense shade as Cedric’s and she had the same tanned skin.

“It doesn’t roar mum, it purrs! And this is Harry,” Cedric said breaking into Harry’s thoughts and pulling Harry out from behind him, presenting him to his mother almost as a child would show a parent a new picture they’d painted at school that day.

“Hello, Harry,” she said, glancing up at before going back to her vegetables.

“Hello, Mrs Diggory.”

“Oh, don’t call me Mrs Diggory. That’s my mother-in-laws name. Call me Silvia.”

“Okay,” Harry said, feeling shy all of a sudden. He was meeting his boyfriend’s parents! Weren’t people normally terrified by this? He sure was. And they didn’t even know.

“We’re gonna go unpack Harry’s stuff, mum. We’ll be down in time for dinner.”

“Okay. And make sure you put that motorbike away. I don’t want your brother playing around on it. You know what happened last time,” Silvia said, picking up at wooden spoon and waving it threateningly in her son’s direction.

“Yes mum,” Cedric said with a sigh “come on, Harry.”

Cedric led the way back into the hall and up the stairs. Cedric’s bedroom was on the top floor. On the second floor they passed a door painted black with white splashed over it. It proclaimed, in vertical graffiti style letters from top to bottom, ‘Noah’.

“My brother’s room,” Cedric said unnecessarily “Don’t even touch the door. It’s jinxed.”

They continued up and Harry soon found himself stood in front of a perfectly normal door painted white. And all of a sudden he felt really nervous. He was going to be staying with his boyfriend. He was going to be sleeping in the same room as his boyfriend. This was his boyfriend’s bedroom!

He managed to push the feelings of slight panic to the back of his mind and instead shot Cedric a questioning look.

“We going in or gonna stand here all day?”

“I was just wondering if I should carry you over the threshold. You know, how couples do and stuff.”

“That’s just weird. Guys carry girls over the threshold. I’m not a girl.”

Cedric gave him a look that clearly said ‘Sure. You’re not a girl at all.’ Harry humphed in reply and decided that if Cedric was going to be an idiot he’d go in by himself.

Cedric’s room was a glaring combination of yellow and black. Two yellow walls and two black. The duvet cover on the double bed was black and the pillow cases yellow. The ceiling was black with little glow in the dark stars that shifted slowly across the black surface and occasionally onto the black walls.

Harry stepped forward, looking around, taking in the little trinkets that lay around and the photos scattered along all the surfaces. A yellow lava lamb blobbed happily in a corner, casting a gentle yellow light over the room. Harry turned back to Cedric to find him stood nervously in the doorway, obviously awaiting Harry’s decision.

“Very… Hufflepuff,” Harry said eventually with a grin to show that it wasn’t an insult.

Cedric laughed following Harry inside and flopping down onto the bed. He patted the bed beside him gently and Harry dropped down at his side. They lay there for a few moments watching the stars shifting before Cedric gave a small sigh of annoyance.

“Right, we’d better unpack,” he said, pulling Harry’s luggage from his pocket and unshrinking it.

He dropped it to the floor with a heavy thunk and flung it open, starting to sort through the mess inside and throwing Harry’s non-school clothes onto the bed.

“Eek! Cedric, don’t do that. It’s a complete mess and it’s got all my clothes in and all my…” Harry said, leaping to his feet and trying to stop Cedric’s sorting.

“Underwear?” Cedric asked, with a small laugh, holding up a pair of grey boxers.

“Oh no,” Harry said, diving back onto the bad and burying his face in the pillows.

“Aww, come on, Harry. It’s not that bad. It’s just underwear. And you’re my guest so I’m going to look after you so you don’t have to do anything.”

“Fine. Fine,” Harry said, glaring at Cedric over his shoulder “but don’t tell anyone.”

“As if I’d want to share your underwear with anyone else,” Cedric said with a small wink, making Harry blush bright red and bury his head back in the pillow.

After a few minutes Cedric banged Harry’s trunk shut and slid it under his bed. The clothes were spelled into cupboards and draws and Cedric sat back onto the bed.

“You were right,” he said, reaching out to play with Harry’s hair “you have hardly any stuff. We are so going shopping for some clothes.”

Harry sat up and flashed Cedric a grin.

“Thanks. I never get to go clothes shopping.”

“Then we’ll go soon,” Cedric said, then glanced at his watch “we’ve got ten minutes till dinner. What do you wanna do?”

Harry didn’t get a chance to reply before he was being pulled into one of Cedric’s heart stopping kisses. They lay back down on the bed, still kissing, completely unaware of the figure glaring at them from the slightly ajar door.

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A/N: Dun dun dun. Well… that’s all I can write tonight. I’ll try and be faster with the next chapter. What did you think?