Title: Quidditch Gone Wrong
Author: Candy Daze AKA Danielle Kenedy
Pairing: Cedric/Oliver
Rating: M
Summary: Oliver and Cedric finally act on their impulses
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Harry Potter yadda yadda yadda
A/N: This Contains SLASH... it was written for my dear friend Cassandra, I wrote it a while ago I just hadn't typed it up on the computer. Read/Review please.
Chapter 1: A Bludger to the Head, and a Shock to the Heart
It was a warm autumn afternoon; the sun shone down and heated Cedric Digory's sweat drenched face, as he sat down in the bleachers watching the Gryffindor quidditch team practice. He wiped the salty sweat from his brow and took a swig from his water bottle; he just finished practice himself and hadn't showered yet. He glanced down to the center of the pitch and watched as the blurs of crimson zipped by.
His attention immediately turned to the handsome Gryffindor keeper; Oliver Wood. His soaking hair glittered in the warming sunlight, as he gracefully defended the goals. He looked like he was dancing on the clouds and Cedric felt himself getting aroused by this thought.
It would be a lot hotter if he removed his-oh my. He thought to himself as he watched the over worked Oliver take his shirt off because of the heat.
Oliver was the only one on the Gryffindor team that practiced in his muggle clothes; he found them more comfortable and easier to move around in. Cedric was starting to imagine Oliver practicing naked and didn't even realize that a bludger was coming straight for him.
"Oi Cedric, duck!" Fred hollered as George raced over to the other side of the pitch trying to knock the bludger out of the way before it hit Cedric. Cedric's thoughts snapped back to reality and tried to duck, however it was no use; it hit him right across the face with such a force that it felt like his head turned all the way around. He laid on the floor of the stands head throbbing; among other things.
"Damn, Fred can hit that ball hard." He said to himself as he rubbed his forehead. George landed in the stands and rushed over to where Cedric was laying.
"Cedric, are you okay?" He asked worried, as the rest of the team landed and rushed over. Oliver was at the back of the crowd rubbing his arm and looking down at his feet as the golden sun shone on his face.
"Uh, yeah, I'm fine." He said sheepishly as he arose to his feet.
"Sorry mate, I did warn you." Fred said shifting the blame over to Cedric.
"Yea I know, it was my fault, I was distracted." Cedric willing took the blame and looked down relieved to find that the tension has left his pants.
"Let's end practice now, I'll take care of Cedric, you guys go shower and change. I'll see you at dinner." Oliver said pushing his way to the front of the crowd.
"You sure you're alright?" Harry asked once more before giving into Oliver's demand.
"We should get some ice for that bump." Oliver told Cedric as he plopped down next to him.
Cedric nodded and uselessly brushed the hair from his face; it fell back in front of his eyes immediately after his hand left his face. Oliver smiled and moved the strand once more, this time it stayed in place. Oliver hesitantly stroked Cedric's cheek with his thumb gently. Cedric closed his eyes and took in the moment of brief contact, as if it was some sort of heaven. Oliver grabbed the cloth from his sports bag and dampened it with the water from his water bottle.
"What are you doing?" Cedric asked realizing the contact had stopped.
"Cleaning the blood from your face," Oliver replied matter-of-factly "and if you keep moving, you're wounds are going to sting a lot more."
Damn, why is he such a sexy devil? Oliver though as he once more brought his hand to touch his wounded cheek.
Oliver always had a small crush on Cedric, that's why he agreed for him to stay and watch them practice.
"Cedric you got a pretty big gash above your eye; your eye brow is busted open completely." Oliver said with a worried tone in his voice, but he continued to wipe the blood off Cedric's forehead. Cedric was surprised to see the amount of blood that was reddening the formally white towel.
"Is it really that bad?"
"It looks like you got into a bad fist fight, but I can fix it." Oliver replied and dug back into his sports bad pulling out some gauze and tape.
"Thanks Oliver, I really appreciate you taking care of me, and I'm really sorry about ruining your practice." Cedric said very timidly causing Oliver to 'aw' in his mind from Cedric's shyness.
"Don't worry about it, practice was over anyway." Oliver grabbed a fresh towel from his bag, and took a swig from his water bottle.
"Is that all you have to do?"
"What, to fix your face," Oliver let out a small chuckle. "Yeah, you're all fixed up." He let out a smile and wiped the sweat off his chest.
Oh my god Cedric though as he watched Oliver dry off his very fit body. His skin shone in the sun giving Cedric the impression that he was some sort of angel. Even in his muggle clothes he looks good Cedric's thoughts drifted to Oliver's pants, and he fell silent for a minute.
"Where did you learn to mend wounds like that?" Cedric asked snapping back into sense.
"My mom's a nurse in the muggle world, and I picked it up from her after years of injuries." Oliver inspected Cedric's cuts once more. "Right everything is looking good."
He is looking good Cedric licked his lips as that thought raced through his mind.
Oliver sighed as he watched Cedric rise to his feet.
"Oliver thanks," Cedric kissed Oliver on the cheek softly, and immediately pulled back. Why did I do that? He thought fuck I shouldn't have done that, damn it I'm an idiot "I'm so sorry, I forgot I don't live in… India anymore… yes India. See cause in India we kiss everyone on the cheek for thanks. Guy or girl… yes that's right."
"Cedric shut up, I enjoyed it." He said picking up on his self hatred for doing that.
"What?"
"You heard me." Oliver moved in closer to Cedric and pulled him into a passionate kiss. He ran his fingers through Cedric's hair and then rested his cool hand on the back of his neck causing Cedric to whimper a bit in the back of his throat. Their lips parted slowly and Cedric's eyes were still closed when Oliver asked.
"Did that clear things up?" Cedric's eyes immediately opened he pulled Oliver by the neck into a kiss once more, Oliver still in shock with Cedric's sudden transformation into a starved and hungry animal kissed back slightly. Cedric ran his hands down Oliver's bare back and the contact made shivers rush through Oliver's body; he let out a slight moan. Cedric's fingers slowly drew a trail down Oliver's back down to his ass. He grabbed it and pulled Oliver closer to him. Oliver had snapped out of shock by this time and had his hands through Cedric's hair and on this ass as well. Their tongues explored each other's mouths getting used to the unfamiliar territory. They slowly parted once more after a few minutes.
"Cedric, what was that passionate attack for?" he asked.
"I don't quite know really I think it's just because it's you." Cedric answered making Oliver smile.
"Alright well I need to take a cold shower before dinner starts, how about you meet me in the perfect bathroom after?" He let a sly smirk creep upon his lips as he brushed the hair from Cedric's face once again. Cedric blushed.
"I'll met you there."