Boy, Intertwined

Chapter Three: Dangerous Game

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"...and that's probably why I enjoyed Greece the most, but all of the countries were breathtaking of course."

"Swell..."

"How have you been for these past few years?"

"Well gosh, Cedric, how can I sum up six years of my life in a few sentences except for saying that you weren't in them?" Harry said viciously.

"Please understand what I was going through."

"Oh I do understand. I understand that you seemed to think your trivial inner struggles were more important than being there for me when I was fighting Voldemort."

Sounds of glasses clinking and distant chatter filled the rough silence between the two. Cedric looked at Harry, appearing much older and beaten down than he had ten minutes ago.

"Harry, I know it's hard to just accept me back into your life, but I don't know what else to say!" Cedric said pleadingly.

"How about 'I'm sorry' for starters?"

"I won't."

"Then we're done here," Harry said abruptly and got up to leave when Cedric grabbed his arm, preventing him from reaching the door.

"Are you seeing anyone?

"As a matter of fact, I am. Oliver Wood. And we're doing splendidly together. In fact, I forgot you even existed for a while there!" Harry said forcedly, giving a fake laugh.

"I missed you so much," Cedric breathed, staring into those exceptionally green eyes that he loved so dearly.

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His mind was hazy from the alcohol, and he felt so intoxicated. Harry was sloppy, melting into Cedric's warm body. The air was thick and sultry with lust and whiskey. Cedric fumbled around with unbuttoning Harry's pants as Harry tried to unzip Cedric's jacket. The two often bumped into the close walls of the bathroom stall, drunk with passion and sin. Cedric had finally worked Harry's pants open. He ran his shaking hand down Harry's sweaty thigh, cupping his ass with the other. Harry gasped.

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"What?! When did he come back?!" Ron asked, schocked.

"I have no idea, I just saw him last night," Harry answered. Hermione surveyed Harry's expression quietly for a while.

"And why didn't he let you know when he returned? Do you think he would have come to find you if he hadn't bumped into you at the bar?" she asked.

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"Haha, I'll see you later then. Bye, Cedric." Harry hung up the telephone. Hermione watched Harry with a pensive face for a bit before she spoke up.

"You're having an affair with Cedric Diggory." Harry spun around in his chair to meet Hermione's disapproving eyes. He felt shameful.

"How did you know?"

"It was only a matter of time before this happened. It's the most natural course," Hermione said in her matter-of-fact voice. Harry chuckled.

"We don't really follow the 'natural course' if you think about it though. He would be dead right now if things were natural."

"You're lucky he ran when you told him to. Only you can survive an encounter with Voldemort."

The two friends sat in silence for a while.

"Are you going to tell Oliver?"

"No. Are you going to tell Viktor about Ron?" Harry countered.

"How'd you figure that?"

"Ron told me," Harry answered, to which Hermione shook her head.

"I should have known..."

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I'm trying to make the story a bit different and to not have it follow the standard Harry & Cedric pattern. I think it's working? Who knows. You might have noticed I'm telling the story through dialogue mostly, because personally when I read I don't like reading through a whole page of description. Review please!