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A/N: Please read and review! This is a short chapter, but I promise, this will be a long story and the chapters will get better, this is my very first FanFic so please, bear with me.
He didn't know how, didn't know why, and decided he didn't really want to question it at the moment. For right now, he, Harry James Potter, was being led down the corridors of Hogwarts. He was sneaking about, not knowing for sure where the fuck he was going or what was going to happen when he got there, but at the moment he didn't really care. On this dark May night, he put these decisions in the hands of the older boy who was leading him, hand in hand, through the corridors- Cedric Diggory.
The two finally reached a door which Harry immediately recognized as the Prefects bathroom, where not long before he had entered on Cedric's insistence so that he could understand the 2nd trial of the Triwizard Tournament. However, Harry was not naïve enough to believe it would be an innocent dip in the bath.
He and Cedric had been together for over a month and there wasn't an inch of skin between them that hadn't been explored on late night excursions just like this one. In fact, dear Ronald Weasley was getting quite suspicious of where Harry was disappearing nearly every night around 12 o'clock. Harry wasn't about to explain his sexuality to his friend, let alone his late night trysts and the many things that occurred. The two boys generally stayed out well past 3, and as the old saying goes, nothing good can happen after 1 in the morning….
"Ced…. Wait. I hear someone coming round the corner." Harry whispered, hand reaching to tap Cedric on the shoulder to get his attention.
Sure enough, as the two paused to listen, Draco Malfoy walked around the corner. He clearly wasn't paying much attention to what was in front of him and seemed utterly lost in thought. It took him several moments to realize that the seemingly deserted corridor was in fact occupied by two boys, holding hands just outside of the bathroom he was about to enter for his nightly soak.
"Well, well, well… If it isn't Potter and Diggory. Tsk, tsk, tsk, Cedric you're a decent looking bloke, you could do quite a bit better than scarhead over here." Malfoy drawled. Despite the fact that his words were all for Cedric, it was clear that his roaming eyes were all for Harry, who didn't notice anything. Well, aside from the fact that both he and his boyfriend were being insulted by his enemy of 4 years.
"Shut it, Malfoy, you haven't exactly got the best taste in blokes yourself. I mean Nott? Really? Even YOU should be able to fuck someone better than a garden rat." Harry retorted, waking the nearby portraits. "IOh waitI, that's right, ferrets and rats are both rodents, I suppose its alright then. Sorry about the mix up there."
"You fucking prick… I'd call you a motherfucker, but, that's right, you have no mother to fuck!" Shouted Draco, waking the rest of the portraits that had been sleeping through the ruckus.
At that point, Harry saw red, lunged at Draco, ready to go in for the kill. But no sooner had he made a move, fists clenched at his side, than he found his way barred by Cedric. Eyes flashing, anger seething out of every pore, Harry allowed Cedric to pull him back. He had been silent through the whole exchange up until now, and Harry was nervous about what would happen next.
"Leave it Harry, he's not worth it. Come on, let's just go…please?" Cedric's stony glare that he had been directing at Malfoy melted into something that Harry couldn't quite define, but knew it was worth leaving Malfoy in one piece over.
"Fine, let's get out of here before I do something I definitely would not regret in the morning…" Harry managed to say through gritted teeth.
"So that's it then, Potter? Have it your way then." Malfoy tossed casually over his shoulder as he walked into the Prefect's bathroom. This time Harry didn't miss the look that he got from Malfoy. There was the usual: malice, anger, hate. But he saw something else there, something new that he hadn't noticed before: hurt, longing, and something else he couldn't quite place.
Shaking it off he turned back to Cedric, just leaning into him, breathing in his scent and calming himself after the heated argument. For some reason Malfoy just got to him more than anyone else he knew, and not for the first time he wondered if he managed to do the same to Draco.
"Come on Harry," Cedric said, "We can always find somewhere else."
"I know just where we can go," Harry said, the mischievous glint back in his eyes. "Come on, no one will find us there." As he spoke, he took his turn leading Cedric through the corridors, crossing the moving staircases and up to the seventh floor. He paced three times in front of a blank wall across from a ghastly tapestry thinking to himself, I need a private, romantic room for Ced and I, and an ornate door appeared on the wall.
The two boys entered the lavishly decorated Room of Requirement and knew at once, that no one would find them there, and even if someone did, they would be far too busy loving each other to care.
A/N: Yes, Harry isn't supposed to find the Room of Requirement until 5th year, but trust me, I needed to take this liberty. You'll thank me for it later. (: