Hello All. I'm going to keep this short and simple. Thanks for picking my fan fiction to try reading. Hope you enjoy. Review if you love or if you hate. Feedback is more than welcome. Like any book, my chapters vary in length…but there will never be a truly short one.

Disclaimer: I do not own the characters used in the fan fiction or the plot for that matter, or anything that can seem Harry Potter related. And I'm not making money off of this, so don't sue.

Summary: True love is the most capturing. Brought together in the pitch and in class, Harry and Cederic drown in secret, growing, passions.

Rating: M for a reason, dear readers. I can't stop younger people from reading this, but please, be responsible when choosing your ratings. Decoding You contains Adult Sexual Content, Sexual Insinuations, and Language but trust me, the focus is love.

CHAPTER 1: Contact with Charisma

Many people have made decisions that come back to bite them. Harry Potter sat in the Ancient Runes classroom thinking just that; a decision came back to nip him. Hermione, a precocious but kind witch sat next to him, beaming from ear to ear. One way or another, she had roped him into taking this class with him. Whether it had been her big, watery eyes begging him, or Ron finally pleading him to just give in so Hermione would stop nagging (she ignored him for days for that comment), Harry finally agreed.

Now he sat in the eerily silent classroom, resisting the urge to slam his head against the table he was sharing with Hermione. The two Griffindors had arrived earlier than most of the other students and even the teacher, per Hermione's request. While they sat there, Harry wondered why on earth a third year like Hermione (brainiac or not) would shove this into their already full academic schedule. Who actually would take an hour out of their life each school day to learn what could be considered an entirely new language?

Harry suppressed a small groan as Hermione pushed his enormous Rune textbook towards him.

"Oh, Harry! Isn't this so exciting?" she asked him.

For a moment, the raven haired boy almost took her question for sarcasm until he saw the gleam in her eyes. A sigh escaped him.

The bell rang startlingly loud in the silent room, causing Harry to jump in his seat. His elbow rammed into his text, effectively toppling it to the dusty floor. It landed there with a resounding, echoing thump. Eyes raised and heads turned as the embarrassed teen bent and picked up his book. Hermione produced what Harry could only define as, 'a squeak of indignation'.

Face flushed, Harry kept his gaze downward for the first part of the lesson, mechanically writing down notes from the Professor's lecture. After retrieving his book, he had noticed the mixture of students in the classroom. Not only were they of all ages, but all four houses were present as well.

"Mr. Potter, from where did Achuaric Runes originate?" the Professor piped, turning his beady blue eyes in Harry's direction.

"Uhh.." mumbled Harry, desperately scanning his notes. He had just copied them mechanically, not actually absorbing the information.

"Too slow!" the teacher barked, throwing a chubby arm in the air. "Mr. Diggory, would you please be kind enough to answer the question properly?"

Students snickered. Harry narrowed his green eyes at his new Professor. Next to him, Hermione seemed disappointed that the teacher hadn't called on her.

"Ecuador, in South America," came the answer.

Harry looked over to see the student who answered. The young man in question turned and glanced over his shoulder at Harry. He had smooth golden-brown hair that flipped out at different angles, and sparkling hazel eyes. His pale, coral lips were crooked into a haughty grin. Harry frowned at him and returned to taking notes. As the lesson came to a close however, Harry mentally noted to pay attention in that class in the future. He was really going to need Hermione's help in that respect.

The bell rang one excruciating hour later and as he packed up his bag, a shadow fell over him. His head tilted upwards to meet the gaze of a 6 foot tall Cedric Diggory, who was wearing that same, crooked and cocky grin.

"Potter, if you ever need a tutor, feel free to come to me," he said, adjusting his backpack.

"No thanks," Harry quipped. "I don't need one,"

He pulled Hermione at a remarkable speed out of the room. She finally pinched his arm to get him to let go of her.

"Harry!" she breathed, "What's gotten into you?"

The boy addressed sputtered for a second.

"Hermione, he--!"

"He was being very considerate!"

"Was not. Just being a jerk,"

"Cedric Diggory is not a jerk, Harry,"

The way Hermione had purred out his name, Harry understood he would have no impact on her. She, like many of the other girls, were dreamy over the fifth year Huffelpuff Diggory. Harry just decided to shrug it off. He could always talk about it to Ron later, up in their dormitory.

The rest of the day was uneventful. At dinner, Harry brooded about having Potions the next morning, along with his newest class, Ancient bloody Runes. He spooned into his pudding rather forcibly, spilling some outside of its dish. Hermione and a few other girls eyed his table manners disapprovingly. Ron merely took the opportunity to steal a scone off of Hermione's plate while she wasn't looking. She seemed confused to find it gone when she turned back.

In the dorms that night, Harry slid into his modest blue PJ's and waited for Ron to get dressed as well. Then, he launched into telling Ron about his first day in Ancient Runes. For the most part, the redhead found it funny. Though he was decidedly peeved at the tutoring offer. He--like Harry--felt it was adding insult to injury. Purposefully at that.

"Cedric Diggory is one cocky bloke alright…but I can understand why," Ron muttered, falling back onto his bed with his hands locked behind his head.

"Seriously," said Seamus from his bed, who had listened to his roommates' conversation. "Who wouldn't be cocky when you have the entire female student body lusting after you? He's captain of the Huffelpuff Quidditch team too, Harry. You'll play him this year,"

This fact pleased Harry. Quidditch was something he could compete at. He was a formidable seeker. Beating the Huffelpuff team at Quidditch would certainly wipe Diggory's grin off.

"That's not all…" murmured Ron quietly. "Percy talks about all the goody-goody students who are rumored to become Prefects next year. Diggory's amongst them,"

Great. Athletic, good grades, good looks…

Harry sighed, defeated for the night, and settled into his covers. The crunching sound of paper caught his attention before he drew his crimson curtains shut. Seamus had tossed the Daily Prophet onto floor between their beds. On the front cover was the disheveled but furious Sirius Black screaming. Suddenly, Cedric Diggory didn't seem like such a problem anymore.