Seventh Year Adventures:
Disclosure and Author's Corner:
Apparently it's been so long since I last uploaded a story that I nearly forgot how to do it! Thankfully it didn't take too long to remember again. So I'm back with another story, once again based around that lovely couple of the ever-charming Miss Leah Evans, and that still-charismatic Mr. Cedric Didgery.
'Course I'm not making a profit off this work, and all Potter rights are held by J.K.R. & Co.
Leah Evans as a character is used under permission from the wonderful LeahElizabeth. Thank you once again Darlin' for allowing me access to her. She has become an anchor for Cedric, and without her he's lost.
As for the actual story itself… Well it's a love story. Not the typical mushy-gushy love story, though. The rating on this fiction has been set for a reason, as it does contain adult language and adult situations including but not limited to: male/male slash both implied and graphic; female/male implied and graphic; acts of violence; non-consensual sexual acts and solo play. If any of this bothers you, as much as I'd love to have you read this fic, perhaps it may not be the best choice for you.
If you're still game, then sit back, enjoy, and read away. The main plot all takes place in Leah's Seventh Year at Hogwarts, as the war between Voldermort and Potter rises to the breaking point. For those who've never read any of my work before; the Didgery I write is far from the Diggory who existed in the books. I suppose mine is almost border-line original now… But I've never really given it a whole lot of thought before. There's going to be many mentions of other Original chars, as well as a whole host of the cannons right from the book. I'll try to keep my A.C. notes up to date, but will not commit to anything.
Of course, if you're still really unsure on things you can always leave me a comment about that. I'll do my best to catch you up. ~.^
I'm also not sure how often my updates are going to be. The entire plot line has been drafted, but I only do my writing at work so I make no promises!
Feel free to leave a review, as feedback is always welcome. If you feel the need to flame, at least be decent about it and tell me what you don't like about it… There's always room for improvement.
Oh yeah, before I forget: I is Canadian! Therefore, some of my words may look like they're spelt wrong… They're not.
Enjoy!
CDidgery
Chapter One: Of silk and satin.
Cedric felt as though he were floating, caught between worlds in that wonderful space of not sleeping, but not being awake either. His entire body was wrapped in warmth, the satin sheets feeling like air against him... Wait...
Both eyes opened quickly to the sight of a slowly rotating ceiling fan, blinking rapidly to bring the room into focus. Hogwarts had good taste, but satin sheets were even beyond its means. Which meant he was no longer at Hogwarts. He attempted to move, but an unrecognized weight on his chest prevented that from happening. Sighing, he relaxed into the sea of pillows behind him, racking his brain to figure out why he was back at his flat, rather than being back at Hogwarts, where he should have been.
A soft sigh of contentment drew him sharply from his thoughts, turning his attention to that weight on his chest. Silken strands of brownish red hair splayed out over his bare skin, that familiar scent of lavender shampoo filling his nose with every breath; those wonderfully soft fingers drawing idle circles on his chest. Her breathing told him she was still sleeping, but those soft little moans gave him the impression her dreams were most... desirable.
What the heck was Leah Evans doing in his bed?
Careful as to not wake her, he shifted a bit, raking his fingers through his own midnight locks, sighing deeply. Perhaps he was over-reacting a bit. After all, a man and a woman could share the same bed and be innocent about it... Granted it didn't happen often, but it was still possible.
His eyes came to rest on the combined pile of clothing beside the bed, widening at the sinfully sweet pair of black panties on the top of the pile, lying on his own familiar black boxers.
So much for innocence..."Shit," he murmured softly under his breath, swallowing down the panicked feeling. So that's what he was doing back at his flat. Slowly things were starting to come back to him...
"Mmm, Cedric?" Her sleep-filled voice sounded so innocent in the silence of the room around them. "Are you awake?" She lifted her head from his chest, covering her yawn with a hand. "I don't ever want to move. I swear, this is the most comfortable bed I've ever slept in."
He blinked a bit at this, feeling his cheeks start to heat. Great, he'd just woken up and already was blushing. "Thanks," he whispered, that shy smile touching the corners of his lips. "Given some of the hotels you've stayed in..." Her giggle was oddly, girly, making him blink again in confusion. "Umm, Leah... Are you alright?"
She shifted against him, adjusting so she could see him clearly; the action confirming his earlier thoughts that neither one were wearing anything... Welcome to the morning after, Ced.
Leah's chocolate eyes seemed almost unfocused to him, shimmering a bit in the sun's early light. Apparently he'd forgotten to close the curtains again. Not for the first time he was silently thankful he was far above the average person's eye. She nibbled her lip as though suddenly nervous, now unable to meet his gaze.
"It hurts." She admitted softly. "More than I thought it would."
"I'm sorry," he stated softly, moving a hand to rub over her shoulders tenderly. "I didn't mean to hurt you."
Another yawn left her lips, followed by a shake of her head. "S'okay, Didg. It was worth it." He figured she didn't even notice that use of his most common nickname; the word replaced by the more enjoyable sound of his name said in the heat of passion... In his mind at least. "Although I am pretty hungry. It seems the more I wake up, the louder my stomach gets."
Cedric chuckled, his mouth moving faster than his mind. "Oh I'm sure I can find something to slake your hunger with." What did he have in his kitchen? "Why don't you go relax in a nice warm shower, while I see what I have to help you out. Bathroom's through that door, towels are behind the door. Help yourself to whatever you need."
She leaned in to capture his lips under hers, purring softly at the contact. Even her lips were tender; not that she cared though, the pleasure of their kiss outweighing the discomfort in her body. Starting to feel that warm, tingling sensation spread through her system, she drew the kiss to a close; placing a quick, chaste kiss to his forehead. "Thank you," she whispered against his skin. "Last night was incredible."
Untangling herself from him, she carefully stood up, grabbing the spare blanket off the foot of the bed to wrap around her, a faint blush on her cheeks at her own nudity. He bit his tongue on any comment, not wanting to embarrass her further. Instead he smiled warmly, tipping his head to the side. "Darling, it takes two to tango."
The blush deepened as she turned away, closing the bathroom door behind her. Cedric released a breath he didn't even know he was holding then crawled out of bed himself. He had, after all, offered Leah Evans food..... Slipping back on his boxers, he raked his fingers through his hair once again and made his way into the kitchen.
Well, at least that wasn't as awkward as he expected.
"He's late Michael... He's never late. Especially not for something as important as this. I'm beginning to think there's something wrong. He didn't come back to Hogwarts last night either-"
Michael Spinnet rolled his clear blue eyes to the still babbling Lee Jordan, while soothing the invisible wrinkles from his simple black suit jacket. "Stop fretting LJ, you're making a scene. Have a little faith in him. He's not going to miss this-"
"But he's late!" Interrupted the darker man, halting his pacing to stare at his friend.
With a sigh, Michael shook his head. "I didn't say he wouldn't delay it... I just said he wouldn't miss it completely."
"He's not the only one missing," came the voice of Katie, Michael's quite-pregnant wife. She'd waddled her way into their conversation, one hand out for balance, the other rubbing at her ballooned stomach. "We're still missing one of the main stars to tonight's show."
That deep, calculating look settled into Michael's eye, zoning out everything else going on around him. Cedric was M.I.A., and a quick headcount of the guest of honour showed him that one was missing. And based on the look Justin Silvestri had on his face, Michael was willing to bet his unborn child he knew which team member was missing.
"Cedric, you sly dog..." He commented under his breath, removing his cell phone from his pocket, ignoring the stares from both Lee and Katie, "It's about time..."
Clicking the send button, he listened to the ringing at the other end, praying Cedric would answer.
"Leah, where the hell have you been?!"
The fellow Co-Captain's voice drew her from the endless loop of thoughts her mind had created, picking out the best moments from the last several hours. Frowning at his outburst she watched him through the reflection of her dressing room mirror, seeing the battle of anger and relief in his eyes.
"Nice to see you too, Justin." She commented in a calm, neutral tone; her attention going back to the hairdresser currently working with her. Why she was going through all this hassle for a press release and photo opportunity was entirely beyond her. Normally a clean shirt and pair of pants were good enough for her.
Though she did have to silently admit that the curled up-do did her more justice then she'd originally thought. Once she put it together with her dress and jewelry, she truly was going to feel like a princess at a ball.
With her prince charming at her side...
"Justin, are you back to causing trouble again?"
Stealing another glance in the mirror, Leah's face lit up at the sight of her coach, Jeremy Sterling. Like the other men on the team, he was dressed in a suit of fine-cut black, the deep hunter green dress shirt pulling the look together. Why Katie had selected such a colour was completely beyond Leah's understanding... But who was she to argue with their P.R. rep?
Justin scowled at the older man, before looking away sharply. "I'm not causing trouble... Just curious to know where Leah was all day."
Jeremy smiled, one of those smiles that silently said he knew a secret, and was not about to tell anyone. "Why don't you leave that to the expert... Besides, I think Ruben and Mike are looking for you. I last saw them scanning the photo room for you."
The younger man mumbled something under his breath as he rose to his feet, not feeling in the mood to argue. Having that emotion of a dog who's just been scolded, he takes off to find his other teammates.
Helping himself to one of the spare chairs in the room, Jeremy took a moment to settle himself before turning to Leah. "Soft and curly is a new look for you. Looks good."
She eyed him curiously a moment, before realizing he was talking about her hair. A light pink spread across her nose. "Err, thank you." Idly she picked some lint off her jeans, giving her now-finished hairdresser a friendly wave of goodbye. Once the door closed again, she sighed looking back to Jeremy. "Sorry I was late today..."
"It's not me you own an apology to," he said with a quick smile. "It's all those people waiting out there with cameras and notepads, chomping at the bit to see us." Not that he was trying to guilt trip her... "So... Why were you late?"
"Umm..." She chewed her bottom lip, desperately trying to come up with a reason. Sure, the real reason was still fresh in her mind, constantly reminder her by the ache in her breasts and that satisfied throb between her legs... But she was not about to tell HIM any of that. "I was busy?"
His eyes rolled quickly. "Yes, Leah, I figured that. Doing what where is more what I'm getting at."
Cedric, in the shower, twice she thought, feeling the crimson blush take over her face. Not wanting Jeremy to see, she bowed her head, confused by his laughter.
"Leah," he said with a chuckle, "you don't need to be ashamed. You're young, and in love." She opened her mouth to say something, and he held up his hand to quiet her. "Don't feel the need to justify anything to me. Personally I think Cedric's a good guy for you. But it's not your friends that have to approve. You know what your heart needs and wants."
A knock on the door interrupted their conversation, the body on the other side reminded Leah she was down to her final ten minutes.
Rising from the chair, Jeremy adjusted his suit jacket, then headed for the door. One hand on the handle, he turned back to look at her.
"Don't let Justin bother you. He's just trying to look out for you as he's always done."
"I know..." Answered Leah softly, listening to the door click closed. With another sigh she stood, eyes darting to the black garment bag handing beside her. It was show time.