This originally had a second part. My computer lost it. fumes Well, here's the first part. There will be no continuation. Based on a dream I had of the same nature.


Differing Opinions by Redex


Harry returned to Cedric, smiling. The Hufflepuff was surrounded by well-wishers, cards and unopened presents. Sliding his arms around Cedric's neck and resting them on his chest, Harry whispered in his ear from behind: "He wanted me to take the first dance with him."

Cedric laughed and looked over to where Draco was pouting on the side of the dance floor. Their eyes met and Harry felt a jolt in his chest, smiling.

This familiarity, this comfort, was amazing. The most he could ever want.

The band started up and Harry grabbed Cedric's hand, dragging the laughing teenage boy onto the floor.

Their bodies fit together, perfect. Harry was breathless, with Cedric's arms around his chest, head on his shoulder. Reaching behind him, he plucked at Cedric's pants, pressing his body back against him. He was strongly aware of where their bodies touched. Leaning back, he tilted his head and Cedric leant down, their lips met.

It was such a comfortable feeling, Harry almost wanted to cry. The ease of their kisses, not nessisarily deep or sexual, but loving.

Cedric's eyes were a deep brown.

"Harry?"

He blinked away, facing forward. It was Draco again. Feeling comfortable, he smiled, snuggling back against Cedric.

And then Draco was pressing against his front, hands on his hips, silver eyes gleaming and sensual.

His mouth was demanded in a kiss, and he was pushed back against the firm softness of Cedric's chest. Lips moved down his neck, he was not sure who's.

It was dizzying.

"Harry!"

And all of a sudden he was awake, staring at the curtains of his bed being yanked open, the bliss falling in his stomach.

He was definitely sure that his questions on his sexuality were very well merited.

"You're going to miss breakfast!"

He was glad that Ron hadn't actually looked in when he had opened his curtains, at least.


Mrr. Bad ending. Comments, please?