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La Jalousie by ImaRavenclaw
Chapter 1: La Jalousie
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a/n: Anything you recognize belongs to J.K. Rowling, anything you don't belongs to me or will be credited accordingly.
In one hand he firmly held his ticket to, quote, The Second Task of The Triwizard Tournament, and in the other, a letter for Cedric.
The feeling of being back inside the school was strange, and Oliver was actually quite surprised that they let him in; the general public had to stay by the lake where the next task would be taking place. However, he was a recent graduate of the school, and a valued Gryffindor Quidditch Team alum.
He chatted a little with Madam Hooch and Professor McGonagall, before there was an announcement saying that the second task would start in fifteen minutes.
Oliver quickly made his way outside and found himself a place to sit. He saw that he sat himself next to Katie Bell, one of his old team and housemates, so they talked until a booming voice drew attention to the three-no-four-competitors, waiting to dive into the lake.
He looked at the line of four, studying them from a distance. Fleur Delacour, the Beauxbatons competitor and the only female sported a calm and stoic face. She looked determined and ready. Viktor Krum was the Durmstrang Institute student, he too looked ready and determined. Harry Potter appeared to be chocking and struggling, but even though he was an old teammate, Oliver barely even glanced. He simply let himself indulge in the view of Cedric.
Cedric was standing tall and proud. He had a sloppy grin on his face, and all of the fear that Oliver had seen three nights ago seemed to be gone. He looked good in his competitor’s jersey and his swim trunks; all yellow. Oliver wished that he could be down there kissing him good luck, but first: he’d have to be allowed. And second: they’d have to be alone.
Because though Oliver was ready when Cedric was, Cedric’s father was a whole other story.
They were told about the regulations and tasks (within the task), and then a wand was raised and a shot fired. Cedric shot a concerned look at Harry as he gripped his neck and his arms shook around wildly, before Cedric dived in.
Eventually Harry fell in, and there was a horrified shout. But once all of the action was over, the realization that they were going to be watching the calm surface of a lake for one hour, oblivious to what would happen below the surface, set in. They should have done this task in one of those muggle tank aquariums with windows in the basement.
After some silence, everyone got bored and started to talk to their neighbours, so Oliver turned to Katie. “How have you been?” He asked her.
“Good, good. And you?” She mused on about her life, and they small talked back and forth. The hour went by fast, and near the end of it Oliver noticed Katie trying to make advances.
Fleur Delacour came out of the water, but she had no person with her. She was crying and coughing, as she was then pulled out of the murky lake. Quickly people wrapped her in towels and sat her down. Oliver wondered if the person she was supposed to rescue woud die.
Soon after, Katie laughed at one of Oliver’s horrible jokes and put a hand on his lower thigh, squeezing. At the same time, Cedric came out of the water holding Cho Chang as she spluttered, smiling once the water got out of her mouth. Across the distance, they met each other’s eyes, and only to them was it obvious that Oliver moved Katie’s hand away and Cedric loosened his hold on Cho.
This look that they shared is one that suggested pure love.
And yet, without realizing that the other felt the same, both had large pangs of jealousy running through them.
Cedric and Cho got out of the water, and Cedric laughed as his schoolmates pushed his shoulders playfully and congratulated him. Oliver had such an urge to go down that he nearly got up and tumbled down the stands and ran across the dock to the platform that the champions were on. But he didn’t, because he and Cedric never pretended to be just friends at school, so it wouldn’t be worth it making people suspicious.
Viktor Krum broke the surface of the dark waters and helped Hermione Granger to the platform. And then Harry came up as well, holding both Ron Weasley and a little girl that looked just like Fleur. Her sister maybe?
The places of the champions were announced, but Oliver didn’t pay attention, because he was so focused on what he should say to Cedric later.
“Hello,” Oliver grinned as Cedric entered the castle.
“Oh, hey Wood.” Cedric said casually. “Didn’t know you would be coming around. Did you go talk to Harry?”
“I didn’t actually,”
The two young men kept up their casual conversation for a little, just until the halls cleared a bit. When they were mostly alone, Cedric looked around, and when no one appeared to be watching, he grabbed Oliver’s wrist and led him to a secluded fold in the corridor.
“Hi,” Cedric whispered, grinning and wrapping his arms around Oliver’s neck. “You’re looking especially sexy today. Is this a new sweater?” Cedric asked, pulling at the collar of Oliver’s blue cashmere sweater, which was yes, in fact new.
“Ceddy, never mind my sweater, you came in first!” Oliver whispered excitedly.
“I don’t care about first right now.” Cedric whined, sounding like a little kid. “Now, I really like this sweater but I think it would look better on the floor.”
Oliver looked pointedly at Cedric. “Someone could see us.” He whispered warningly.
Cedric started to kiss Oliver, running his tongue along Oliver’s bottom lip and tugging at his sweater some more, trying to get him to take it off. “I don’t care anymore.” He mumbled in between kisses.
The kisses continued, and though Oliver loved the feeling of Cedric’s hand under his shirt, stroking his abdomen, he was curious at why Cedric was acting strange, more like an actual teenage boy than Oliver had ever seen him act. So he pulled away.
“Cedric, why are you so eager, I mean more so than usual?”
Cedric blushed wildly. “No reason,” he said, looking down. But Oliver knew him better than that, and he was a persistent guy, so he questioned Cedric more.
“Fine okay!” Cedric cried, still in a whisper, raising his hands in supplication. “I saw you will that Bell girl today and I was just…”
Oliver cut him off. “Jealous?” He shook his head. “Well how do you think I feel, Cedric?” Oliver asked, a little outraged. “With all of that bloody shit about ‘something very important has been stolen from each one of our competitors, blah blah blah’. And, Cho, well.” Oliver shook a little. “It makes me feel like I’m not important to you.” He sniffed.
“Ollie,” Cedric said, “it’s not like they ever asked me or that they used magic. If they had used magic it would’ve been you, and if they asked and I could tell, of course I would have said you. But, they’ve just seen me around with Cho, because I thought if I didn’t pick a girl then I’d have millions trying to get in my pants rather than just one.”
Oliver’s face fell. A strike of cold went through him and he felt like crying, but he kept himself under control. “Have you,” he croaked weakly, “done anything with her?”
“No!” Cedric stated quickly, grabbing Oliver by the blue cashmere sweater that he seriously wished he didn’t have on, and tugged him forward to give him a peck. “I,” the two of them had never exchanged real ‘I love yous’ before, and Cedric doubted that this was the right time. “Really like being with you, and you mean a lot to me.”
Oliver smiled. “Alright.”
“La jalousie nous torture. Mais quand ce n’est plus la, les deux amoureux s’aime plus que j’aimais.”
Oliver chuckled and kissed Cedric on the cheek. “You’re too sophisticated for me. Oh, and this is for you,” he handed Cedric the letter. “Read it when I’m gone.”
Cedric smiled. “I need to go now, but just remember: when the jealousy is gone the two lovers adore each other more than ever.”
French Translation (mine) - Jealousy tortures us. But when it is no longer there, the two lovers love each other more than ever. It’s not from anything I just made it up, you can imagine that it’s from a novel Cedric picked up if you feel like it .
Paraphrases are from Chapter Twenty-Six, The Second Task, of The Goblet of Fire by J.K Rowling (specifically pages 428 - 429 and 436 - 440.