Author's Note: Oooppies…Sorry this took so long, and if you're still interested in this story it's a miracle. I need to be kicked, but it being so close to exam week…Eeek it's NEXT WEEK! On Wednesday and Thrusday! I've been a little side-tracked, sorry, however, fortunately for you, I needed an outlet for stress, and this is it! I'm finally taking on two comments, the first you'll see and the second, now I've got Harry and Cedric's relationship established, is working on other people. So I give you a few pieces of Ron and Hermione and everyone's favourite pairings, Harry and Cedric, with a dashing if our favourite twins. Enjoy. =3

The Point Of No Return

"I don't know why you place it on yourself to talk to him so…in detail about it," Ron moaned quietly in the Common Room glancing over at Harry who was passed-out on one of the study desks. The red-head couldn't find it in himself to wake the other boy up, mostly because Harry's cheek was resting on the parchment he'd been writing on…And the ink hadn't dried. He chuckled darkly and Hermione scowled looking at Harry as well for the reason. The dark-haired boy had been out until curfew talking to Cedric, mostly about what they liked and didn't like, playing a strange, but innocent, game of question and answer that had morphed, not so innocently, into a game of truth of dare. Said game had resulted in Harry pinned to his back being thoroughly tickled and kissed.

He'd walked into the Gryffindor Common Room with a goofy smile to his friends, his hair ruffled before he staggered to the corner of the room to finish off McGonagall's homework that was due in the next day. It hadn't taken him long to start yawning and eventually fall on his semi-dry ink.

"Ron! He's our friend…I might not feel comfortable about it but he needs our support," the bushy haired girl hissed, hitting Ron's arm gently, keeping her voice low so she wouldn't wake her friend up.

"Yeah, yeah I know but…It's when he comes in with that stupid smile on his face and you ask him what he's been up to. It's blatantly obvious he doesn't want to talk about it and you practically drag it out of him."

"Well who else is going to make sure he's being safe?" Hermione snapped, pointing at Harry in an aggressive way before shutting her book with a dull thud. Ron looked to Harry to see if he'd woken but it seemed the boy was completely out of it.

"I don't see you running to find out that Cedric's not pushing him into anything!"

"Oh for crying out loud, 'Mione! He's not an idiot! He wouldn't rush into anything without thinking it out first," Ron snapped, looking round to check that they were in fact the only people in the Common Room as his voice got louder and louder.

"How do you know!? Cedric is seventeen, Ron! Why else would he want anything to do with Harry if not for that?!" Hermione murmured venomously.

"He's a Hufflepuff, Hermione, they're all into that loyalty and friendship stuff, just like we are…Or we're meant to be. Just lay off him a little! If he wants to talk he will!" Ron growled, standing up his fists clenched, looming over the brunette across the coffee table.

"I'm just saying, Ron. Most teenagers our age don't even look at Harry like that! Don't you think it's a bit of a coincidence that Cedric starts getting friendly with Harry when he was entered in the tournament? Don't you think it's a bit strange how no one other than Ginny has shown a dot of interest in him romantically? Now all of a sudden out of the blue this seventeen year old, who he doesn't even know that well pops up to sweep him off of his feet?!"

Ron frowned and shook his head, "Harry deserves to be happy, Hermione…"

"I know! But no offense, Ron but boys your age…Boys like…like Cedric are only after one thing…"

"What? Like screwing my arse?"

The bickering pair stopped dead in their tracks, Hermione turning horrified to look at the spot Harry had been sleeping. Raven hair tousled, Harry had leant the chair back as if subconsciously trying to get away from his friends. The fact that he had 'Guinea-Pig' and 'Guinea-Fowl' written on the side of his cheek would have been comical, if he wasn't glaring at Hermione as if she were a life-form more unpleasant than the Giant-Squid.

"Harry…" she whispered.

"You know what; you really didn't look like you thought he was only after one thing when he asked you to dance in that class. In fact you'd looked like you were about to faint! What? Upset that he likes me instead of you? Like Ron said don't you think I deserve to be happy? Or is it simply that I don't deserve him?"

Hermione shot a glare at Ron even though the red-head had done nothing wrong.

"Please Harry, it's not that. You do deserve him, it's just –"

"What, Hermione?! What more could you possibly have to say? That Cedric's only with me for the sex? That he's with me to steal ideas for the Tournament? What next?! He's secretly in league with Voldemort" – the pair flinched visibly at the name – "and he's trying to kill me?"

"Harry…You shouldn't even joke about that…" Hermione whispered meekly, her hands over her mouth and tears building in her eyes. "I didn't mean it like that I swear!"

Harry snorted and shook his head, turning to gather his belongings. Ron seemed to have decided on a course of action and placed himself between the pair.

"Look guys…Let's just calm down a moment. We've all said some things that we wish we hadn't…So why don't we just apologise?"

Harry turned to face Ron with a look of horror on his face. He knew things were bad and seriously messed up when Ronald Weasley, the king of fiery arguments and heated comments, was trying to keep the peace. Seriously wrong…And…Damn it Harry couldn't think! He was just so…Angry!

"Forget it. Ron why don't you try and talk some sense into your fucking girlfriend! 'Cause right now I'm sick of her!" Harry all but shouted and stormed up the stairs, leaving a trail of blank parchment in his wake.

Ron and Hermione stared at the boy's staircase for a moment before turning to face each other. The red-head watched as his friend dissolved into tears and sunk into the sofa, sobbing quietly into her hands. In an un-characteristically sentimental moment, Ron sat next to her and wrapped her in his arms, rocking her gently as she cried into his chest.

Eventually Hermione's hiccupping sobs stopped and the pair fell into a comfortable silence, her head still resting on Ron's chest. Shifting awkwardly the boy felt that he had to say something and grinning slightly he looked down at her.

"So…Girlfriend huh? Ooof!" the red-head exclaimed a moment later as Hermione's hand came into contact with his stomach. She pushed away from him and got to her feet, frowning at him, scrubbing away the tear marks with her hand.

"No Ronald, not girlfriend! I would rather kiss Snape!" She hissed and stormed up the steps to the girls dormitory.

Ron blinked once…Then twice…Before shaking his head, reprimanding himself for being so damn tactless.

"I'll never understand her…"

"Hiya, Harry," George Weasley said brightly, walking towards the lonely looking teen that had sat at the end of the Gryffindor table on his own. Harry looked up and managed a half smile, glancing over to the Hufflepuff table to see that Cedric was once again looking at him, a small frown pulling at his forehead. No doubt he was wondering why he was sitting on his own, and he part hoped that it was taking a lot of restraint to stop him from coming over to see him.

"Mind if I sit down?" the red-head asked quietly, not waiting for Harry's answer before he sat in front of him.

The raven-haired boy smiled ruefully, gesturing around him, "So…What brings you all the way down here, George…It is George right?"

The Wealsey twin chuckled and nodded, reaching over to grab a croissant from one of the central plates, "Yeah, it's George, you can always tell, Fred would get randomly offended and say that he was the attractive one, I don't really mind. It's just a laugh to see boys come onto my brother…Ron told me about last night. He's pretty worried about you but he's trying to calm Hermione down and convince her to apologise."

"Ah yes, ever the diplomat our Ron," Harry sighed, just about to start a tirade of abuse at how Hermione would reprimand Ron for his lack of tact when she had none herself until the full force of what George had said hit home. 'It's just a laugh to see boys come onto my brother.' Wait a minute… "You're gay?"

"Bi actually…But I lean more towards guys than girls. Some of them are just too whiny and it's nice to not be the one who's in charge of a relationship the whole time…Me and Lee have been going out for a while now actually."

"Lee? Lee Jordan?"

"Well how many other Lee's do you know, Harry?" George asked with an amused smile as he spread a thick layer of jam on the flaky pastry he had in his hand.

Harry sat there for a moment trying to get his head round the context of George liking guys…Going out with a guy. George Wealsey, one of the twins who would ruffle his hair, jump him, taught him the mysterious ways of mischief. The two people other than Ron that he considered brothers…And now one of them was actually having a conversation with him about his sexual orientation. He could feel a lump forming in his throat; George could have no idea what this would mean to him…Could he?

"Why are you-?"

"Telling you this? 'Cause it's confusing, you don't know what way is up, everything is changing, you're having feelings about people that you've been bought up not to like…but you're lucky, you have someone that's willing to experiment with you." George took a large bite out of his croissant, smiling when he saw Harry's astonished expression. Quickly swallowing he reached over to ruffle the younger boy's already tousled hair.

"Quit gawping at me, your boyfriend's gonna thing I just asked you to meet me in the broom cupboard."

"Are you?" Harry asked good naturedly, swatting the red-head hand away.

"As much as I'd love to; no. We both have commitments Harry. I'm sorry but it'll just never work," George said with a wink and to his shock, Harry found himself blushing.

"Is Fred gay?"

"Nah, fully straight that guy…Which is why it's such a laugh when guys that don't know me that well come onto him instead of me…He's a good sport though. Freaked him out when he first found out me and Lee were experimenting…But he's got used to it. I came out last year."

Harry frowned slightly and tilted his head, "You came out? To who?"

"The school…I told Mum and Dad the year before last that I had a preference to guys. She was surprisingly open about it. Apparently a lot of major witches and wizards have been gay. There's even a rumour that Dumbledore is."

George made a face, sticking his tongue out between his teeth as he scrunched up his face. Harry could feel his ears redden, that is not something that he needed to know. It didn't help the fact that at that point Dumbledore looked over at them and raised his goblet to the pair. Not wanting to be rude, he nodded to the old man, George mock saluted.

"I think he heard…Batty…Completely batty," the red-head muttered, shaking his head.

"But I still don't get it…Why are you telling me all of this? What is this? Some gay's stick together regime?"

George smiled and sighed slightly before he hummed in thought, folding his arms and stared up at the enchanted ceiling.

"What I'm trying to say, Harry, is that I would have done anything to have a big brother there for me, to tell me that I wasn't a complete freak. I had to find everything out on my own, and I would never wish any of the insecurity that it caused on anyone…Well…Perhaps a Slytherin. If you ever want anyone to talk to about any aspect of it or just anything in general, I'm here. Ok? Think of me as the wayward leading big brother who you can talk to about sex."

"Does Ron know your…You know going out with Lee?" Harry asked quietly, glancing over to his friends who seemed to be bickering again, the youngest Weasley boy's ears getting redder and redder by the second.

"Yeah." George said flatly, reaching over to put some bacon on his plate.

"Then why did he react the way he did?!" Harry snapped indignantly, how dare Ron get offensive with him about being gay! Not when he knew that George was.

"I hauled him over the coals for that, don't you worry, he'll never call anyone a fag again, that I can promise you," George said darkly but his expression lightened just as quickly as it had darkened. "Most of what he said to Hermione last night was what I said to him."

"So…"

"He didn't know until I found out what he'd called you. I think…I think he's worried that it's catching…You know Dean's gay right?" George asked, shovelling half of the bacon on his plate into his mouth.

"He…He is? Is there a little community that I don't know about?!"

"Something like that," the red-head chuckled and looked over to where Ron was standing and walking towards them. Taking this as his time to leave, George leant over to pat Harry gently on the shoulder before he winked and jogged down the hall to catch up with Lee, who was leaning on the wall by the doors.

The Wealsey grinned and muttered something to the other boy, who looked over at him and waved before the pair turned to leave, walking closer than two boys usually would. How could he have missed it? The way Lee and George were always together, the way that when they walked their hands would brush together. How far had George gone? And did he mean that he could really talk to him about anything he was worried about?

Grinning, Harry greeted Ron who slouched onto the bench and rested his heads in his hands. The weight lifted from his shoulders, Harry reached to grab a slice of toast.

"What? Did Hermione kick you off the table for your lack of table manners?" he mocked, smiling slightly as he took a bite out of it.

"Bog off, Harry," Ron mumbled no malice in his voice. "I've managed to get her to see that what she said was pretty out of order, but she doesn't want to apologise first…"

Surprisingly, Harry's spirits didn't dampen at all and he shrugged, "Why am I not surprised? And she hates it when we fight."

"I know!" Ron said loudly, "She's such a hypocrite! George spoke to you then?"

"Yep, and I feel a lot better for it too…Thanks for getting him to talk to me, Ron."

"Nah, no problem. He was planning on talking to you at some point anyway, that fact that I told him that you were pretty upset about last night just decided the when's for him," Ron said before resting his head on his arms, mumbling something that sounded suspiciously like 'Sleep' under his breath.

"Well, don't get too comfortable, we have McGonagall first."

Harry chuckled at the soft groan that accompanied his words and reached for another slice of toast. He had the feeling that this was going to be a good day.

Did I think that it was going to be a good day…I was so wrong… Harry thought as he traipsed up the steps to the castle, dripping head to toe with mud and rain. Hagrid has asked him to come over for a cup of tea after he finished his classes, Hermione still wasn't talking to him and Ron had been given a ton of homework from Professor Flitwick because he still hadn't mastered the summoning charm.

So Harry had walked down to the cabin at the edge of the forest on his own only to find that 'Come an' 'ave a cupa tea, 'Arry' had actually meant: I need help with the Skwerts and if I ask you straight out you'll find an excuse not to come. So, unable to turn down the large man, Harry had spent two hours helping Hagrid re-home the horrid creatures.

"I jus' don' understand it," Hagrid had mused, scratching his beard and looking at the singed box.

Harry hadn't the heart to tell him that they weren't exactly the gentlest of magical creatures and donned his Dragon-Hide gloves like a man walking to his doom. Now, after being dragged through the mud, rained on, burnt and having missed dinner Harry started the long trudge back to the Gryffindor Common Room where he could lick his wounds in peace.

He was halfway up the Great Staircase when…

"Harry!"

The raven-haired boy felt a lurch in his stomach at the familiar voice of the Hufflepuff he'd come to know so well and he quickly turned to face Cedric Diggory, though every fibre of his being was telling him to run so the boy wouldn't see him like this. Cedric jogged up the steps to him and smiled worriedly.

"Sorry I haven't had a chance to talk to you, you were sitting on your own this morning. Are you alright? Have you had another argument with Ron? I saw George with you this morning wha – "

Harry grinned and put a finger to Cedric's lips shaking his head fondly. "I can't answer all those questions at once. I had an argument with Hermione last night. Nothing big…And George has a boyfriend…No competition; he just wanted to tell me that I could talk to him if I was worried…" Harry mumbled biting his lip when Cedric nibbled the tip of his finger lightly with that devious grin on his face.

"But how did you get so muddy? You'll excuse me for not hugging you like this?" Cedric asked then paused, talking Harry's hand in his own before tugging the younger boy up the steps.

"Hagrid wanted me to help him box up those Blast-ended Skwerts, but he said that is was for a cup of tea…Then it started to rain and one of them decided to drag me through the mud and Hagrid didn't know what to do and then…And then…Cedric?"

"Yes Harry?"

"Where are we going?"

"To get you cleaned up. You're gonna catch a cold if you don't get out of those clothes," Cedric answered and dragged him down another corridor before stopping in front of a door near the statue of Boris the Bewildered. Harry stared at his boyfriend who was grinning like the cat that got the cream.

"It's a door…"

"Yeah, but it's what's behind the door you'll like."

"You gonna open it then, Mr Prefect?" Harry groused, flicking his hair out of his eyes.

"Impatient aren't we?" Cedric asked with a roll of his eyes before he leant into the door, "Pine Fresh."

"Well I am freezing to death here," Harry grumbled letting Cedric drag him into the cavernous room. It was then Harry saw that he was in a bathroom, a very nice bathroom…There was a large bath embedded in the floor the size of a small swimming pool and there were taps running around the circumference. There was even a diving board. Gawping at his boyfriend, Harry smiled slightly as the Hufflepuff walked over to turn on three of the closest taps.

"Did I mention how much I love you right now," Harry teased as he peeled off his cold, soggy robes. Cedric was walking towards him again, following suit, and that in itself made Harry stop moving. Why was Cedric getting undressed as well?

"Need some company?" the older boy asked when he noticed Harry's gaze, smiling reassuringly.

"I…Er…Sure." Harry looked down as he unbuttoned his shirt trying to hide his blush. It was fine, just like going swimming when his aunt and uncle had been forced to take him to the swimming pool on Dudley's eighth birthday. But when he looked up to see that Cedric was already in his boxers and walking to turn off the taps, he found he couldn't look away from his toned back and legs.

Swallowing thickly Harry self-consciously shrugged out of his shirt dropping it to the floor before he found himself unable to move from his spot of staring. Cedric had turned back and was grinning crookedly at him.

"What you staring at?" he asked before glancing down at Harry's trousers. "You might want to take those off as well…I won't maul you…Much…At least, not unless you want me to."

Harry felt his face get hotter at the almost feral grin on the other boy's face and looking down at the floor he quickly shimmied out of the damp fabric. Folding his arms across his chest defensively he placed his glasses on a shelf and walked towards the edge of the bath. His tense muscles relaxed slightly when Cedric's arms gently wrapped round him and he turned his head into the warm chest next to him, shivering slightly.

"Come on, you're freezing, into the bath," the Hufflepuff chuckled and let go of the younger boy before placing his hand on Harry's shoulder and pushing him unceremoniously into the water. Though much to his surprise Harry grabbed his arm as he fell and with two simultaneous yelps, the pair landed in the bath with a large splash.

"Why you little!" Cedric gasped as he resurfaced a few seconds later, but he coughed and spluttered when he was attacked by a spray of water that Harry had hit towards him. As the Hufflepuff wiped the water and suds out of his eyes, he looked at the other boy who gave him and shy, cheeky grin before he tried to run.

Having the advantage however, Cedric placed his feet on the side and kicked off, wrapping his arms round Harry's waist and lifted him out of the water. The raven-head gave a shriek of laughter and started to squirm, grinning up at the smaller frame he had balanced above his head, the Hufflepuff dipped his arms, causing Harry to squirm harder.

"I hope you're ready for this, Potter," Cedric teased and dipped his arms again, then with no pity he dropped the struggling boy into the water, swimming backwards as Harry appeared, shaking the water out of his hair and pouting in his direction.

Much to Cedric's surprise Harry leapt at him and managed to wrap his arms round Cedric's waist letting himself get dragged along by the older boy's powerful strokes.

"Fancy seeing you here," Harry chuckled, resting his chin on Cedric's stomach, "Or not seeing you…You're just a pretty blur at the moment."

"Well as long as I'm pretty I really don't mind," Cedric said with a crooked grin, continuing his gentle push through the water until his back finally hit the wall. "Feeling better?"

"Well I'm not sure. I'm on my own, half naked in a very nice bath with my…half naked very hot boyfriend…I think I'm better," Harry said with a grin gently rubbing his nose against Cedric's as he placed his feet on the bottom or the bath. His lips were quickly covered by the older boys and quicker than he could blink he had been pinned to the edge.

Cedric was in Heaven, or at least, as close as he could get to Heaven. Harry was intoxicating feeling of Harry's wet body moving against his own was even more enthralling than he'd imagined, and though he had promised himself, sworn that he wouldn't do anything, he couldn't help himself. He needed to hear the raven-haired boy moan his name.

Pressing his hips to Harry's Cedric bit the boy's lower lip gently, his hands moving to caress his chest. The reaction to this was immediate and with a soft half whimper, Harry's eyes fluttered shut, much to the Hufflepuff's pleasure. He ghosted his lips down the Gryffindor's neck, nipping lightly as he kissed the flesh with hardly any pressure and the way Harry's breath hitched when he finally sucked the porcelain column was overwhelming. He couldn't stop his hands running across Harry's chest only to pause at both slightly raised nubs and brush his thumbs across them.

Harry arched his back suddenly at the combined feeling of his neck being bitten and sucked with his boyfriend's fingers working on his overly sensitive nipples. Panting slightly he raised his hands to gently entwine in Cedric's hair, tugging on the silken strands, silently begging for him to kiss him. He bit his lip when the boy merely pinched both of the reddening buds and rolled them gently between his fingers.

"Argh! Cedric…S-Stop…" Harry whined softly, but when the older boy chuckled and dipped his head to flick his tongue out across the abused flesh where his fingers had previously been, his words changed.

"Oh Merlin…Shit Cedric…Don't…Don't stop."

Cedric chuckled and his free hand ran slowly down Harry's stomach to finger his boxers. Pulling his mouth from his chest, he looked up, "I'm confused Harry. Do you want me to stop…Or not?"

To punctuate his sentence, the Prefect let his hand slip past the unwanted barrier and gently brush across Harry's growing erection. The younger boy moaned loudly, his grip tightening in Cedric's hair and the irresistible, overpowering feeling of control made him wrap his fingers gently round Harry and drag his hand back up.

"Oh…my…GOD!" Harry groaned, the words separated by his pants of pleasure as he attempted to speak, but Cedric pressed his lips to his to silence him. He tilted his head back, breaking the kiss as he pushed his hips desperately towards the Hufflepuff's hand.

Cedric could feel his resolve to take things slowly with Harry breaking and to his surprise he found his free hand tugging the younger boy's boxers down as the other continued to teasingly brush across the swollen flesh between his fingers. He quickly shimmied out of his own sodden boxers and pressed himself against the smaller body, his lips seeking Harry's to kiss him with a bruising force. Then, he moved his hand from Harry's cock and pressed his hips up to the boys, rolling gently.

Harry couldn't help the shocked cry that was torn from his lips at the movement and his hands moved to grip Cedric's shoulders. Shuddering from the sheer force of the sensations rocking through his body, the Gryffindor moaned, instinct driving him to rock his hips wantonly back into the older boy's thrusts.

Groaning with an almost animalistic tone, Cedric moved his mouth to Harry's neck, biting forcefully on the flesh, relishing in the subsequent cry of pleasure. Grinding his own need into Harry's he sucked on the darkening mark, claiming the younger boy as his. And Harry was his.

Somewhere in the back of his mind he could tell from Harry's jerky thrusts back and his increasingly louder moans that he was close to the edge, and Cedric was right there with him. Placing his hands either side of Harry of the edge of the bath for support, he moved his hips faster and harder, moaning loudly at the sparks of pleasure that shot up his back.

And then Harry practically screamed with pleasure, and it was entirely over.

The pair saw stars, arched their backs, and moaned each other's names, hoarse from the exertion. Cedric rested his forehead against Harry's, and the younger boy panted desperately trying to gain his breath back. For a few heartbeats they didn't move, and they didn't speak, both too shocked by what they had just done to intrude on the silence.

It was then Harry realised just how attached he was becoming. Part of him didn't like it, and then there was the half that yearned for the comfort that Cedric had to offer.

Neither understood yet. And they probably never would. They both stood at the edge of a cliff looking down, not knowing that if one fell then the other would inevitably follow. And there was no going back.

They were at the point of no return.