'Till Death Do Us Part (The Alternative to "How Far Can I Go")
Summary: This is a fic set in fourth year (the boys are very mature for their age!) Harry/Cedric. The boys' romance is known to everyone in the school, except the Slytherins, of course. What happens when Draco finds out? The Triwizard tournament leaves the boys searching for stress-relief. ;) Cedric's death puts Harry in a place he never thought he'd be.
A/N: Okay so my friend ILuvRumbleroar wrote the story "How Far Can I Go", which you should read, she's wonderful. Her story is Cedric/O.C. Then she came up with the brilliant idea to write a Harry/Cedric fic, and having the passion for boyXboy fic that I do, I volunteered to write it. She is my plot angel, because my mind is full of flufftastic fluffiness, and a wonderful reference to the technicalities as well. Thank you.
Also, just so readers know, Flashbacks will be in italics, however, italics are not necessarily flashbacks. Direct quotes from the book will be bold.
Disclaimer: All characters and most scenarios in this story belong solely to the lovely J.K. Rowling. Because seriously, do you think if I owned Harry Potter, I would be here, and there would be no boy love?
Okay, enough of my rambling, on with the story!
Till Death Do Us Part: Chapter One
Rays of early morning sunlight slanted through the window next to Harry Potter's four-poster bed in the Gryffindor boys' dormitory. Gentle warmth caressed the muscular torso of one peacefully sleeping Cedric Diggory.
Cedric Diggory? (A/N: Review if that's exactly what you just thought!)
Cedric, his father Amos, Harry, Hermione, and all the Weasley's stood at the top of the hill, Amos Diggory holding the moldy looking old boot that was the Portkey that would transport them to the Quidditch World Cup.
Cedric Diggory was an extremely handsome boy of around seventeen. He was captain of the Hufflepuff House Quidditch Team at Hogwarts.
"Hi" said Cedric, looking around at them all. His eyes had lingered on Harry for a moment, long enough for Harry to think he saw something there, and Harry blushed despite himself.
After Amos and Mr. Weasley exchanged some pleasant chit-chat, they all gathered 'round the Portkey.
"You just need to touch the Portkey, a finger will do" said Mr. Diggory. Harry snickered at the double meaning in that statement, excluding the bit about the Portkey of course. He glanced at Cedric, who blushed as he understood the humor.
As they all laid a touch on the Portkey, Harry felt a strong jerk behind his navel. His feet were lifted from the ground and he squeezed his eyes shut as he began to feel a little nauseous. Suddenly, his feet slammed into the ground, Ron staggered into him, and he fell over, setting off a domino effect that sent him barreling straight into Cedric, pinning him to the ground under Harry. As Harry felt something grow uncomfortable underneath him, he scrambled from atop Cedric's languid form, both boys blushing madly...
Ever since that awkward incident, the boys had been lovers, "Hogwarts cutest couple". It was no secret, hell, the whole school knew by now, even though it was early in the year. Teachers, all the Gryffindors and Hufflepuffs, and Harry was sure the Ravenclaws weren't oblivious either. Everyone knew, except the Slytherins, and their greasy-haired Head of House. How or why the rest of the school had kept them a secret from the supposedly cunning Slytherins, Harry was at a loss to know. He was beginning to suspect Dumbledore and some sort of enchantment were involved.
But right now he refused to worry about that, not with Cedric here, in his bed, so close. Harry shifted closer to Cedric's body so that his nose barely brushed against the smooth skin of Cedric's back. The springs in the bed creaked loudly, rousing Harry's submissive into early morning half-sleep.
Harry trailed his lips slowly up Cedric's spine, reaching his neck and sucking gently on the juncture with Cedric's broad shoulder blade. Harry moved his mouth to Cedric's ear and nibbled it lightly as he whispered "Cedric love, time to wake up." Harry trailed his hand up the back of Cedric's thigh and pleaded quietly "Awake, my love, it's so much more fun for both of us that way, don't you think?" He moved his strong hands to Cedric's shoulders and began massaging them lovingly, as he had noticed that the boy tended to sleep in uncomfortable positions, and that he grew quite cranky when this caused him pain.
Cedric moaned and stretched as he awoke fully, and Harry kissed the back of his neck, and he rolled over to face Harry and planted a shy kiss on his lips. Harry smiled.
"Good morning love" said Cedric quietly.
"Good morning" said Harry, whose nose suddenly wrinkled in distaste.
"What is it?" asked Cedric, and Harry couldn't help but laugh at his panic-stricken expression.
"Relax" replied Harry, still chuckling, "I just really hate Mondays!"
Cedric exhaled. "Oh" he sighed with relief, and he smiled.
Harry rose from the bed and pulled the covers back with a flourish, thinking TA-DA! as he exposed Cedric's body. Harry appraised his boyfriend for a moment, impressed at his repeat conquest, leaned down and kissed his soft lips heatedly, stroking his sculpted chest. "Really, Ced, please relax, you need to be more sure of yourself, you're beautiful and I love you." Harry grinned and Cedric blushed again, then Harry headed for the bathroom, swaying his hips just a bit for Cedric's benefit. He heard Cedric make a sound, which he immediately interpreted as in indication of want and passion, or maybe that was the love clouding his own mind influencing his judgment. Abruptly, Harry whirled and beckoned to Cedric slowly as he reached the bathroom door.
Cedric stood up and closed the space between them in three elegant strides. Harry marveled at the grace with which his lover carried himself. As Cedric reached the door, Harry slyly reversed their positions so that Cedric was backed up against the door. Harry began ravaging Cedric's neck with kisses, sucking and biting lightly until Cedric moaned thickly. Harry pulled back slightly and whispered "Shower with me?"
"My...pleasure." Cedric managed as Harry touched and stroked Cedric's body all over, memorizing every detail. Cedric would never admit it, but he and Harry both knew he lived for this kind of attention.
"The pleasure's all mine love" Harry purred, and the subtly detectable change in Harry's anatomy told Cedric this was true.
Cedric opened the bathroom door as Harry continued to attack his neck. The pair backed into the large bathroom. Harry pulled away briefly and turned on the water and tested the temperature with the hand that wasn't locked in Cedric's hair. Then he took Cedric's hand and pulled him under the steaming spray.
Harry stood there, holding Cedric firmly by the hips until they were both sufficiently soaked. Harry then picked up a bottle of shampoo and drawled "Now, let's wash that pretty hair of yours, shall we?"
Cedric turned and faced into the spray with his back to Harry, who began working the shampoo gently into Cedric's beautiful dark brown hair. He placed wet kisses on Cedric's neck and along his collarbone and let his hands follow the trails of shampoo bubbles down Cedric's back. He slowly ground his hardness into Cedric's lower back and Cedric moaned submissively from sensory overload. Harry chuckled in Cedric's ear and ground harder.
Seamus Finnegan came stomping up the staircase, shouting in that Irish accent that Harry secretly found adorable, "C'mon you git, get down here of you'll be late for breakfast...again! And get the bloody Hufflepuff out of OUR bathroom!
Cedric turned to Harry and sighed, "They don't like me very much, do they?" He looked hurt.
"They're just jealous because you're so sexy but they can't have you because you're mine forever!" laughed Harry, kissing Cedric lightly, cheering him up again with flattery and attention. He smiled, which made Harry happy. His love was so easy to please sometimes.
The boys hastily washed up, had a little too much fun blow-drying Cedric's hair, and hurried down to the common room.
Fred and George burst into laughter when the boys came down together, laughing and touching like lovers.
"Oh, look, it's Pretty-Boy Diggory, bedded by our Ickle-Harrykins...again!" The boys laughed hysterically and Harry fumed. It angered him how the twins could make him sound like a whore and a small child in the same sentence, and it angered him more when they insulted Cedric.
"Sod off, and don't think I didn't hear you two wanking each other off last night, that's twincest!" Harry yelled in the twins faces. For once, the identical redheds actually blushed, Harry stalked over to a table in the common room where he had left his books when Cedric had arrived at the tower last night, and began gathering his school things and shoving them into his bag forcefully. Cedric followed him gracefully, and kissed his cheek from behind "C'mon love, don't be like that, they're just prats, but we knew that, and they mean no harm." Harry chuckled at Cedric's exact assessment of the twins. He turned, smiled as he looked into Cedric's bright, grey eyes and took his hand, and the two lovers left through the Gryffindor portrait hole.
A/N: Like? Love? Hate? I'm not sure what I think of this, but it's the first chapter so I'm hoping the story gets better! And of course, review! I can't improve my writing if I don't know what people think is good! Thanks readers!