To Arabella - happy birthday! My first Harry/Cedric, and already I feel different. This scene in OotP was just so... perfect. The references. Harry's definitely hiding something. 'Moaning in your sleep...' Dreams of death.
Italics taken from pages 18-19 of Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix.
He had stopped walking. Harry stopped too, staring at his cousin. From the little he could see of Dudley's large face, he was wearing a strangely triumphant look.
'What d'you mean, I'm not brave in bed?' said Harry, completely nonplussed. 'What am I supposed to be frightened of, pillows or something?'
They were laughing, a knot of limbs as they toppled over onto the four-poster.
Undressing each other roughly, Harry whispered nonsense and swore into the other boy's ear.
Harry pushed him up against the bed head, and kissed him, their hands around the other's waist.
Pausing, the other boy shook the hair out of his eyes and shifted slightly, a sheepish grin appearing on his face.
He seemed so perfect, thought Harry. Unafraid, unashamed.
'I heard you last night,' said Dudley breathlessly. 'Talking in your sleep. Moaning.'
His hands roamed over the other boy's chest; youthful hands, yet hands that were scarred and looked beyond their fifteen years. Bitten nails dug into his shoulder, his breathing rapid, inhuman sounds clawing their way up his throat.
Grey eyes met green, and in that moment, they understood each other perfectly.
"I love you," the other boy breathed.
Harry didn't reply. He didn't need to.
'What d'you mean?' Harry said again, but there was a cold, plunging sensation in his stomach. He had revisited the graveyard last night in his dreams.
[A sudden noise jerked Harry awake. A chink of moonlight fell across his face, and his bed sunk as a person sat down, drawing the curtains back around them.
Harry sat up. "What are you -"
He could barely make out the other boy's figure in the dark, but it suddenly loomed terribly close, and then their lips were crashing together, Harry gasping for breath as the other boy tangled his hand in Harry's hair, kneeled either side of Harry's waist, pressed his chest against Harry's.
Harry slid his hands to the other boy's shoulders, and pushed him back gently, their lips the last to part.
"What's wrong?"
The other boy stared at a point past Harry's head, and then whispered, "I'm scared."
Harry linked his arms around the other boy's neck and whispered, "Me too."
'"Don't kill Cedric! Don't kill Cedric!" Who's Cedric - your boyfriend?'