bursts into tears I hope you guys can forgive me! I'm the worst person in the world . . .
I don't update in an eternity, and now I'm writing during exams . . . Its like I just want to
piss people off. Well, I don't; I'm just stupid. I hope you all enjoy, and maybe I'll be able
to write more over Christmas break . . . Hopefully.
Disclaimer: These are not my characters. insert witty phrase here
Later that day, Cedric and Oliver met in front of McGonagall's office. "You don't
think she's going to be too harsh, do you?" Cedric asked, brow furrowed.
"Oh, I'm sure she will. Second offense in two days . . ." Oliver sighed. He rapped
harshly on the door. It echoed loudly, but they could still discern a severe tone ushering
them in. Professor McGonagall sat behind her desk, hands folded in front of her. She
peered at the two over her square spectacles.
Oliver and Cedric stopped in front of her desk and were silent.
"Tonight, I want you to clean one of Professor Lupin's storage closets,"
McGonagall finally said.
Oliver felt relieved. "Well, that doesn't sound so bad-"
"Without wands," McGonagall added.
"WHAT!?" Oliver exclaimed.
Cedric swore he saw a grin flicker across McGonagall's face.
"This is a punishment, Mr. Wood. What sort of penalty would it be if I let you
magically put everything in place?"
Oliver opened his mouth to yell, but could not think of anything to say. She had a
point, as much as Oliver didn't like it.
"I will fetch you when your time is up," McGonagall said sternly. "Wands." She
extended a hand.
Cedric handed over his wand, but Oliver was still too enraged to function. Cedric
rolled his eyes and stuck his hand down Oliver's pocket to retrieve his wand. This action
awoke Oliver from his stupor, and he blinked in confusion. Cedric pulled out the wand
triumphantly, handed it to McGonagall, and led Oliver out of the room by his shoulder.
Once the door was shut, Oliver let loose. "I can't believe that old hag! She's been
causing me problems all year!" He fumed.
"Can you at least wait until we're out of earshot?" Cedric asked exasperatedly. "I
don't want to get into any more trouble."
"You got us into this mess in the first place," Oliver retorted.
Cedric grabbed Oliver, slammed him up against a wall, and kissed him
passionately on the lips; Oliver was stunned into silence. "I'd rather get in trouble for
kissing you . . ." Cedric breathed.
Oliver softened, the anger washing away. "I love you," he whispered.
Cedric smiled and pushed his head into the crook of Oliver's neck, kissing his
collarbone lightly.
But their moment was interrupted by the sound of a door opening. The two jerked
apart and headed for the storage closet. They couldn't help but laugh as they tore past
stunned portraits and students.
When they finally reached the room, they threw themselves into it and slammed
the door behind them. Both leaned against the wall, laughing and panting. But the
laughter was cut short when they opened their eyes to get a good look at the closet. It was
the size of their dormitories and every inch was covered in piles of dusty books, scattered
parchment, and old cages that once held unsavory creatures.
"This is a closet!?" Oliver wheezed. "How the hell are we supposed to clean all
this?"
Cedric could only shake his head in disbelief. They'd only kissed, for god's sake;
did it really warrant this? "McGonagall's gotta be bitter about something . . ."
"I'd say it was Hufflepuff beating Gryffindor, but I'm a goddamn Gryffindor!"
Oliver replied.
"Well," Cedric began, straightening up, "We may as well begin."
Oliver huffed angrily as he joined him.
Several hours later, the room barely looked any better. There were no shelves for
the books, and the boys had no idea what could or should be thrown away. Both were
covered in sweat from dragging the cages around and had long ago removed their ties and
shirts.
Finally, Oliver unloaded a huge pile of parchment on the ground. The pages
scattered all over the floor.
"Oliver!" Cedric exclaimed. "Think of how long its taken just to get that much
clean!"
"I need a break," Oliver groaned, slumping onto the ground. "Ugh, the dust is
sticking to my back."
Cedric gave him a small smile before joining him on the floor. "McGonagall's
gonna be pissed if she finds us on the floor . . ." he sing-songed.
"How is that different than any other time?"
"You're so mean," Cedric laughed, jabbing Oliver playfully in the arm.
Oliver smiled mischievously. "So . . . if she finds us taking a break we'll get in
trouble, eh?"
Cedric nodded, giving Oliver a bewildered look. Wasn't that pretty obvious?
"So why don't we get in trouble for something actually worth it?" He rolled on
top of Cedric, pinning him to the floor.
"Oh, Oliver, she's already so mad . . ."
"So . . . What's she going to do if she walks in on us? Give us detention?" Oliver
began to trail kisses down Cedric's neck.
"She'll be so pissed . . ." Cedric's breathing started to get ragged. "So . . . Oh,
what do I care?" He smiled and arched his back into Oliver.
Oliver brought his lips back up to meet Cedric's, and they kissed deeply. Cedric
ran his hands over Oliver's sticky back, pulling him closer. Oliver gladly obliged and
pressed himself onto Cedric. Both moaned happily. Oliver ran his fingers down Cedric's
chest to the top of his pants and pulled gently.
The pants slid down slowly, causing Cedric quite of bit of pleasure. His back
arched even more. When the pants were removed, Cedric quickly returned the favor, and
soon both were undressed.
Oliver gently pressed Cedric back onto the floor and sat up. "We're going to try
something a bit new today, alright?" He spit onto his hand to use as a lubricant.
Cedric was puzzled, but nodded readily, trusting Oliver completely.
Oliver grabbed Cedric's ankles and placed them over his shoulders. He then
leaned in as close as Cedric's legs would allow. Oliver noticed the strain on Cedric's face
and asked, "Is this uncomfortable?"
"Just a bit," Cedric breathed.
"Just give it a minute," Oliver smiled, then pushed himself inside Cedric and
leaned in close enough to kiss him at the same time. Cedric gasped into his mouth, but
Oliver knew it was a gasp of pleasure. He began rocking back and forth into Cedric,
continuing the fervent kiss. Every time Oliver started to pull away too much, Cedric
desperately grabbed at him with his hands and lips, wanting to keep him as close as
possible.
When they had finished, the two stood in the middle of the trashed room kissing
as they dressed each other. The kiss was never broken as undergarments and pants were
donned. When it came time to put their shirts on, Oliver and Cedric couldn't bring
themselves to break the kiss; so desperate were they to stay united.
Suddenly, the door flew open, and a shriek met their ears. "Can I not leave you
alone for more than five seconds!" McGonagall cried.
Oliver and Cedric could only stare in astonishment, their arms still wrapped
tightly around each other.
"You will have detention in my presence every night this week!"
Oliver turned to Cedric and smiled slightly. "Well, at least we were kissing."