Author's Note: This story begins as Cedric/Harry through flashbacks, but winds up as Harry/Draco. It will be rated M from the beginning. I've never written slash before, so please bear with me. I would very much like some criticism. I've read a lot of Slash so I tried to take what I've read and use some of that experience.
I am not Jo Rowling, nor have I ever been, and this is purely fan fiction, nothing more.

Chapter One

Harry stared out at the horizon that lay over the Black Lake. The morning air was cool and crisp, and frost glittered upon the glass like little diamonds.

Every morning since the start of term, Harry had found himself out here, watching the sunrise, wand clutched in hand while his mind replayed the memories he had of Cedric.

Cedric.

Harry sighed and wiped away the stray tear that had crept past his eyelashes. After Cedric died at the hands of Voldemort during the Triwizard Tournament, Harry had practically receded into himself.

Flashback

Cedric approached Harry in the hallway and pulled him off to the side. He smiled, and Harry's belly did a small back flip.

"I'd like to thank you for tipping me off about the dragons, Harry," Cedric said, placing a hand on Harry's shoulder.

"You don't have to."

"I want do," Cedric insisted, smiling again. "You know about the Prefect's Bathroom on the fifth floor? You should take your egg and, er, mull things over in the hot water." Harry quirked an eyebrow. "The password is pine fresh."

"Well, thanks, I guess?" Harry wasn't quite sure what to make of this advice. He was trying to keep images of Cedric Diggory immersed in a bathtub from flooding his mind.

Cedric chuckled. "I'll see you around, Harry."

Harry watched him depart with a twinge of longing. The whole of Hogwarts knew that Cedric Diggory preferred men to women, but no one knew that Harry had recently discovered his sexuality the previous year. Not even Ron and Hermione knew.

Later that night, Harry slipped into the massive Prefect's bath, and slid his golden egg towards him. He glanced around the room. Surely the screams would echo?

"I must be going barmy," Harry muttered, and twisted the latch upon his egg.

A horrible, keening screech filled the bathroom, and for a moment, Harry thought his eardrums had ruptured. He slammed the egg closed and glared at it for a moment.

"I'd try putting it in the water, if I were you."

Harry leapt a mile out of his skin as Cedric came slinking into the bathroom. Harry turned the color of Ron's hair. He was naked, and here was the highly attractive seventeen-year-old boy that he would absolutely love to snog senseless—if he knew how to do that, that is.

"Ced-Cedric. What are you doing in here?" Harry pulled some of the bubbles closer to his body, hoping to hide the flush that was creeping down his chest.

Cedric chuckled and removed his school robes. Harry's eyes widened. "Well, this is the Prefect's Bathroom, and I am a Prefect." Cedric was now removing his jumper, and Harry was adorning a full-blown erection. He thanked whatever God he could think of that he had put so many bubbles into the tub.

When Cedric removed his pants, Harry had to look away, or he was going to leap from the water and jump the boy. He finally managed to look back when he heard the sound of water sloshing due to someone getting into the tub. Cedric smirked at him, and he felt heat pooling in his groin.

Cedric gestured to the egg that was still in Harry's grip. "Try putting it in the water."

"In the water?" He had to sound so stupid; he knew it. Cedric smiled and nodded.

"Yes, Harry. In the water." He was trying not to laugh.

"Shut up," Harry quipped, smiling back. He submerged the egg in the soapy, scented water and opened it. To his surprise, no muffled screams came from underneath the water. Instead, what sounded like a beautiful song was drifting to Harry's ears. He took a deep breath, and sank underneath the water.

Come seek us where our voices sound; we cannot sing above the ground. An hour long you'll have to look, to recover what we took.

Once the song ended, Harry looked up and nearly began to drown.

There, right in front of him, was Cedric Diggory's penis. He was going to die, he was sure of it. Harry came up for air, coughing and spluttering, while Cedric sat there on the carved marble bench, as though he had no cares in the world.

"So?" he finally asked once Harry finished trying to cough up his lungs.

"Cedric, are there merpeople in the Black Lake?" Harry asked, trying to combat his blush.

"Among other things, yes. You are too smart for your own good, Harry," Cedric said, taking the egg from Harry and setting it upon the ledge of the bath. It rolled away and hit the wall with a metallic thunk. Cedric moved closer to Harry until he was a mere few inches from him.

"Cedric, what—" The older boy cut Harry off by pressing a long finger to his lips. Harry was beginning to think he was hallucinating.

"If you don't want me to, Harry, just say so," Cedric murmured before leaning in to press his lips to Harry's.

Warmth flooded Harry's senses, drowning out everything else in the world. All that was there was the feel for Cedric's lips against his own, the hands that were sliding up his torso and then through his hair...

End Flashback

Harry glanced down, surprised he hadn't snapped his wand in half with the upset that was coursing through his veins and throbbing in his mind. The crack of a twig somewhere behind him alerted him to the presence of another. He didn't even bother to turn around.

A moment later, none other than Draco Malfoy had sat down beside him. Harry cast a sideways glance at the blond boy next to him. He looked different without Crabbe and Goyle glued to his backside. Draco was leaning back on his hands and staring up at the vast sky above them, which was growing lighter by the minute.

"What do you want, Malfoy?" Harry asked, not even attempting to inject the usual hatred into the question. He couldn't be arsed.

"To have a nice day today," Draco said nonchalantly. "To get good O.W.L.s." He turned to look at Harry, a small flicker of humor in his grey eyes. "What about you?"

"It wasn't a friendly question, Malfoy."

Draco sighed. "Why can't it be?" Harry looked at him like he'd sprouted Devil's Snare for a nose.

"Are you seriously asking me that question?" Harry asked Malfoy, incredulity evident in his voice.

"Yes, I seriously am." Draco waited for a moment while Harry just stared at him, waiting for someone to pop from the bushes and yell "gotcha!"

"I dunno, maybe because you're a right foul git, and we hate each other?" Harry offered, staring at Malfoy with a look of pure distrust.

Draco ignored the jibe to his character and carried on. "Well, I don't hate you, if that makes you feel any better about the obvious shit day you're having."

"Alright, come off it. How much were you paid to sit here in my presence and annoy me?" Harry growled. He just wanted to be alone.

"I'm here on my own, Potter," Draco drawled, picking at a blade of grass. The frost had melted and it was covered in droplets of water. "No one knows where I am. I've been wandering since the early hours of the morning."

"Do you sleep?" Harry asked, meaning for it to come out more insulting than that. Draco noticed the change in tone.

"Not really, no. Not when I can help it." Harry raised an eyebrow, but Malfoy left it at that.

A long moment of silence passed between them before Malfoy resumed the regime of annoyance.

"So what brings you out here on this relatively soggy day, oh, Chosen One?"

Harry glared at Malfoy. "Never you mind." He turned back to stare at the dazzling light that was splayed across the surface of the Black Lake.

The next time Draco spoke, his voice was quiet, timid. Almost unsure. "Is it because of him? Harry's entire body went stiff, and a mixture of terror and anger swept through his stomach.

"What did you just say?" Harry asked through gritted teeth.

"Are you out here because of him?" Draco asked again. "Because of Ced—"

Within seconds, Harry was on his feet, wand pressed to the side of Draco's head. Draco's eyes widened in shock.

"Don't you ever say his name, you hear me? Just don't." Harry stormed away, leaving a stunned Draco in his shadow.