"What are you doing?" Cedric hissed, tightening his hand in the Gryffindor's robes.
Oliver had dragged him behind a tapestry during the mid-morning rush as students hurried to their classes. It was dusty and dark, but blissfully empty - unlike the hallway no more than a few feet away.
"Thought that was obvious," the older boy answered, his mouth hot against Cedric's neck.
The way Oliver's breath swept over his skin made him realise how unbearably restrictive the school uniforms were. A gentle nip from his boyfriend had him cursing the very existence of vests and ties and trousers.
Oh, god - his trousers.
"Oliver..." he pleaded, trying to keep his voice down. It was unlikely that anyone would notice what was happening behind the curtain, but there was always a small chance someone might come barging through, taking a shortcut in the effort to make it to class on time.
The Gryffindor Quidditch captain was relentless in his exploration of Cedric's collar bone. He'd pulled the Hufflepuff's tie loose and unbuttoned his shirt just enough to get at a sensitive space where he could leave a mark that no one would notice. As his mouth gradually burned a sign of his affection into Cedric's skin, his hands wormed their way into the other boy's back pockets - a favourite position of his.
It was difficult to believe that Oliver was the shorter and scrawnier of the two. Cedric was tall, and broad-shouldered, but very mild-mannered. And after a few minutes along in a dark hallway with Oliver, he was as weak-kneed as a newborn kitten.
"I- Charms," he whimpered, taking several deep breaths to calm the fever spreading from his neck to his toes.
Seconds felt like hours as Oliver slowly pulled back, licking his lips in a delightfully smug way. Without replying, he pulled one hand out of Cedric's pockets and pushed the Hufflepuff's shirt aside again, surveying his handiwork. A bright, red bruise was quickly spreading over Cedric's collar bone - and he smirked victoriously.
He never once looked up as he buttoned up the crisp, white shirt or straightened the black and yellow tie. He hardly acknowledged Cedric's presence at all as he tidied and straightened his clothes until he was certain the other boy looked presentable.
Only after he'd fixed himself up a bit did he glance up into those bright eyes and smile, a genuine expression of love and concern. But there was something impish there - a dangerous, mischievous curve at the corners of his mouth that made the fire under Cedric's uniform burn all the hotter.
"...have fun in class, love," Oliver answered with a wicked grin - and shoved him out into the hall.