A/N: I have up through chapter 7 written and beta'd so far, and I guarantee the chapters get longer and better as I write, this was my first ever Fic so thank you all who are reading and giving me a chance! Without further ado…
Harry woke up the next morning, still in the Room of Requirement, Cedric's arm draped across him. The other boy was still snoring lightly, and Harry took a moment to study his sleeping face.
The worry lines that usually marred Cedric's forehead were smoothed for once. At least until he gave a slight snort, furrowed his brow deeply, shifted a little, then smoothed over once more. Harry couldn't help but give a light chuckle at how even while dreaming, his boyfriend could still be the most serious person he knew.
He went back to staring at Cedric, whose red lips were slightly parted, ghosts of air slipping in and out and he slept. His eyes moved beneath their lids, and he was clearly still dreaming. Harry knew that once those eyes opened, he would be lost in the sea of blue-grey, much like the ocean just before a storm. Harry knew he would gladly sit and drown in that ocean for hours if he had his way. Those times where he was able to just sit and well just…be, was a time Harry cherished more than anything.
Having sat in silence for a good ten minutes, just looking at his lover, Harry got up and made his way to the loo that the Room so graciously provided. This morning, he didn't experience the usual soreness in his bum that would follow a night away from the dormitories with Cedric, mainly because they had reversed their roles for the first time. Allowing his mind to wander over memories of the night before, he finished up his business and tiptoed back into the other room, determined not to wake up the boy now sleeping spread-eagled on the sheets.
He began getting dressed, cast a tempus charm to see how late he was to breakfast, and realized that it was 11:30. If he woke Cedric, they would be just on time for lunch in the Great Hall, and they would have to explain their disappearances to their respective group of friends. No, thought Harry, that won't work at all… I'll call for Dobby, maybe he can manage to scrounge up some lunch for us.
"Dobby?" He half-whispered. With an abrupt crack that quite shattered the silence and caused Cedric to stir a bit, Dobby appeared in the room.
"Harry Potter, sir! Dobby is here to help, what can Dobby get for you sir?" The elf swept into a deep bow, nearly crushing his nose on the floor.
"Oh, er, I was just wondering if you could sneak some lunch up from the kitchens, Dobby? I mean, Cedric and I don't really want to explain everything today so if you could…" Harry recognized he was getting off track from his request and trailed off, content to just wait for Dobby's answer.
"OF COURSE! Dobby lives to serve Harry Potter, and if the Diggory boy is a friend of Harry Potter's, I would be proud to serve him too!" the house elf exclaimed, tears forming in his large, bulging eyes. With that, disapparated and Harry turned away from the spot, shaking his head. He already had a Dobby sized headache coming on and just wanted his food.
"Bloody elf doesn't know how to be quiet early in the morning, does he?" Harry turned and saw Cedric sitting up on the bed, rubbing his eyes.
"I reckon he should, working for the Malfoys for as long as he has, I suppose its just me he's so… Dobby-like around." Harry said, hearing a deep chuckle from the other side of the room.
Harry crawled up onto the bed and gave Cedric a quick kiss on the cheek, their usual good morning routine.
"How did you sleep, Harry?" Cedric asked, a note of concern in his voice, his brows furrowing once again.
"Alright, I guess. If I wasn't constantly dreaming about Voldemort, Wormtail and that godforsaken house I would sleep a hell of a lot better, but it wasn't as bad as it could have been. I told you Ced, you don't have to worry about me."
Harry couldn't help the wry smile that crossed his face, while Cedric's frown only got deeper.
"Did you get enough sleep? You know that tomorrow we have to complete the final hell of the Tournament. I don't want you tired, this is sure to be the hardest of the three…" Cedric trailed off, frown getting deeper, falling into a short silence.
:"Listen to me love, I know its going to be hard but I'm more worried about you!" Harry said, a smirk gracing his features.
"Oh really? And how do you figure that I'm the one who needs to be looked after? Hmmm?" Cedric replied, a small smile now playing at the corner of his lips. "I am the one who is of age, and made it LEGALLY into this lovely competition."
With that, Harry leaped over and tackled Cedric to the bed, pinning him down despite being the smaller of the two.
"Simple. I've faced the worst thing that has ever hit Europe, or does Voldemort not count?" Harry said, winking then beginning to tickle Cedric mercilessly.
"Fine, Fine I give! You win! You are clearly much more experienced than I, oh great Boy Who Lived.," Cedric said. A full blown smile crossed his face, and as he laughed, he flipped their positions, and suddenly he was the one tickling Harry with no intention to stop.
The tickles did subside though, and slowly they became soft kisses reaching Harry's neck, cheeks and lips. Harry eagerly responded, his own actions mirroring Cedric's.
Things heated up quickly, moving from small chaste kisses, to deep, languid, snogging. The two allowed their hands to roam freely over each other, and the clothes that Harry had just recently put back on, were quickly removed once again and deposited carelessly on the floor.
Languid snogging quickly turned passionate, the two grinding their rapidly growing erections together. The delicious friction Harry was experiencing was quickly taking him closer to the edge. His short gasps from earlier were quickly becoming faster.
Suddenly the pleasurable friction was gone, and Harry whimpered at the loss of contact. He opened his eyes, and looked into Cedric's; his grey eyes dark with lust. They shared a long look, deep with meaning, as Cedric began kissing his way down Harry's torso. He spent time lavishing attention on Harry's nipples, making Harry writhe and make small mewling noises. Harry couldn't keep himself still, arching his back, looking for more of that contact the two had shared earlier.
As the kisses, nips, and suckles moved slowly lower, he was quickly moaning in pleasure as Cedric took his hard length into his mouth in its entirety. Waves of pleasure rolled through his body as Cedric craned his neck to swallow as much of Harry as he could, then moved quickly back and forth, stroking himself at the same time.
Cedric swirled his tongue over Harry's head, and pressed it hard against the vein on the underside of his shaft, using one hand to slowly massage Harry's balls. When Cedric entered him with a finger, and quickly found Harry's prostate, Harry saw stars, and saw many more as Cedric continuously rubbed the sweet spot. As he added a second and third finger, deep throated Harry again, and hummed, Harry went over the edge, screaming Cedric's name. Cedric swallowed every drop, finished himself up with a small groan and he kissed his way back up Harry's stomach.
But of course, the post-orgasmic bliss wasn't meant to be, for almost immediately after Cedric had removed his mouth from Harry, Dobby popped back in the room, laden with silver trays. He made some loud and ostentatious form of apology for interrupting Harry and Cedric, and disapparated from the room.
The two boys, shocked into silence, descended into laughter almost the moment Dobby left the room.
"Cedric," Harry managed to get out, in between gasps of breath, trying to gain some control over his voice, "I don't think Dobby will be popping in on us unannounced anymore, do you?"
"No, I don't believe he will. I think we've scared the poor thing shitless. I didn't think his eyes could get any bigger but…. Wow!" and Cedric lost the slight control he had master over his laughing, and it began all over again.
The two enjoyed their lunch in bed in a companionable silence, showered (which, of course, took longer than they anticipated) and dressed. As they were saying their goodbyes, preparing to head back to their common rooms, Cedric took Harry's face in his hands.
"Harry, I won't see you again until it's time for the Tournament, and there's no way we'll have time to see each other properly until that's over. Harry, if something happens to either of us, I just want you to know… I love you." He kissed Harry soundly on the lips, pressed a kiss to his forehead and left the room, barely giving Harry enough time to give his answering "I love you too." Cedric looked over his shoulder at Harry standing in the doorway, and smirked.
That smirk was to be etched in Harry's mind forever, for neither boy could ever have anticipated the events of the next day, and how true Cedric's parting words would hold for them both.
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