Oh, the things a mind can get up to some days,…

I thought I'd play with the Harry Potter characters again, just for a bit. I don't own them, I have no rights to them, but to quote another fav author of mine, I'm just taking the boys out to play.

Please be warned, this is smut, pure and simple, so if such things offend you (please read the 'boys' line from earlier), don't read this.

Please also be assured that these boys are all well beyond the age of wizarding majority. Let's just pretend that He Who Shall Not Be Named hasn't happened again, and we have some randy boys in their final year at Hogwarts.

And so we begin:

Whose bloody stupid idea had it been to go camping at the edge of a blasted, swampy forest in the middle of spring runoff anyways? Cedric Diggory was angry. His boots were covered in muck, some of which had overflowed into his socks leaving his feet uncomfortably squishy with every cold step. It was dark and he didn't dare light his wand now that he was so close to the cluster of tents that were their temporary home in this god-forsaken slough. He had no intention of letting anyone know that he was last to make it back to camp after the evening's orienteering challenge. Used to being the best at most every physical activity he tried; this experience had been more than humbling, it had been mortifying. Defense against the Dark Arts field trips, he wanted to curse out loud, but again, was afraid of being discovered. He counted out the tents in the row he knew was his and wound a spell of stealth around him so that he could sneak in undetected by his bunkmates. He crept into the expanse; because of course, all wizarding tents were larger on the inside, providing more comfort than their meager outsides would betray. Still, they were supposed to be camping, so while he had a comfortable bed awaiting him, there was no running water to heat up his frozen feet, or bath to let him put the evening's challenge behind him. Perhaps better not to ruminate on it anyways, he thought, it would only make him feel more helpless about the assignment. He was barely in the door to the sleeping area when he heard voices, and immediately fell silent as he crept towards his bed, where he could finally lay down and forget the shattered self-confidence.

"Are you sure they won't hear us Dragon?" The voice belonged to Harry Potter, a sometime friend, and roommate for this class. Harry was a good person, Cedric had decided, despite all the bad press he kept getting from the Daily Prophet. In some ways Cedric envied Harry for the close circle of friends he had in Hermione Granger, Ron, George and Fred Weasley, and Draco Malfoy; whom he supposed he must be talking to at that time. Cedric, for all his prowess, was generally a loner, oh certainly, popular with the girls and the athletes for his 'skills' but once those were used up on whatever occasion they were called for Cedric was left to his own devices.

"That's why I left after everyone else Scar, I wanted to place the enchantments so that when Neville and Cedric crawled into their beds they'd be out like lights. I didn't want anyone interrupting us."

"And you're sure they both sound asleep?"

"We wasted enough time getting back from the challenge for even Neville to beat us, and Cedric, well he was probably back within the hour; you know how good he is at this type of thing."

Cedric winced with the undeserved praise, but was glad he hadn't already slipped into bed, because he was quite interested in what was going on between Harry and Draco.

"Come here then Dragon." Were the next words he heard spoken, and then the sound of rustling sheets. Both of them were in one bed? Cedric didn't immediately understand. The next sounds cleared up some of his confusion. He knew exactly what a deep kiss sounded like, and there was no mistaking that one. Muffled moans of pleasure with the little 'tics' of wet lips and tongues meeting and tangling.

Oh God? Were they doing what he thought they were doing?

"It's been too long Scar."

"Mmm, yes it has."

"I'm so glad they scheduled this camping trip, it's so hard to sneak off anywhere in the castle now a days."

There was no response from Harry that Cedric could hear, but soon enough Draco uttered his own low moan of pleasure.

"Merlin's Blood, but you are so damn good at that Scar."

"Motivation." Came the muffled response, and then a laugh from Draco.

What followed were a few more low guttural noises from Draco, and the distinct wet pulling sound Cedric knew from some of his own encounters. The noises alone were starting to make his heartbeat speed up, and he felt the tingling in his groin of the beginnings of his own arousal.

"I can't believe how deep you can go Scar." Cedric could imagine the grin that must have been on Harry's face at that praise, as he pictured exactly what the two were doing. His own fingers went to the front of his pants and undid them so he could slip his hands inside.

"Scar, you're going to have to stop or I'm going to lose it right now."

"Well we wouldn't want that now, would we?" Harry's voice was back, followed by another few moments of intense kissing. Cedric found his own response growing harder and he grasped himself firmly and began to stroke up and down.

"Roll over baby." There were further noises of bedding moving and Cedric's stroking became more purposeful.

He heard deep breaths taken and then more impassioned moans, he could not tell from whom at that point, and another unmistakable sound of flesh on flesh, over and over again.

It seemed to him, that climaxes must have been building for all three of them, because the breathing he heard became even more staccato, peppered with pleas of pleasure.

"Oh Baby."

"Harder."

"God you feel so good."

It was everything Cedric could do to contain his own outburst, and he realized, to his great displeasure that he would have to stop his attentions to himself or he would certainly be discovered by the other two. But his body simply ached with the cessation as he heard; one then the other of his secret radio play actors, both come to their orgasms with growls and cries of delight. His heart was still racing, and he was desperate to join them, but without being able to utter another spell to make him unheard, there was little he could do but suffer.

"Mmm, well that was worth traipsing around in the mud for Dragon."

"I agree. I wish we had another week out here so we could continue to play like this every night."

"You better get to your own bed Dragon."

Oh, so Draco had made his way to Harry's bed? Cedric was beginning to get an idea.

"Not before this."

And the tent was filled with the sounds of Harry's moans. Enough to cover Cedric's whisper, transferring the sleeping spell from his own bed to Draco's.

After not too long Cedric heard Draco get out of Harry's bed, and clamber into his own. And moments after that he heard the gentle sounds of his calmed breathing meaning he was well asleep. His body still desperately seeking its own release, he slipped out of his remaining clothing and crept towards Harry's bed.

Without speaking a word he slid under the covers from his position on the floor, thankfully the beds were large. Harry did not immediately notice his new companion, but when the weight of the other body shifted the mattress he turned to Cedric, not knowing it was him, and laughed just a little.

"Not satisfied yet?" He made his voice deeper and desperately sexual Cedric thought, and moved himself forward under the sheets to touch Harry. "Honestly Dragon, you can be insatiable."

"Not quite." Cedric whispered and forced his mouth down on Harry's.