A/N: Omg it's a friggin update! Dun dun duuuuun! Ok so, updates! I'm getting over a minor cold but everything seems to be fine with me and baby so yay! Can you believe I only have roughly 10 weeks left? Holy crap where did the time go? Anyways, as for this chapter it's kinda a filler before the meeting with Siri and Harry...which will be interesting xD
I hope you enjoy! (Oh! I don't own the song by HIM in this chapter...I'm sorry if it's awkward but I was listening to the song at that part and had to put it in...I'm such a loser)
chapter 13-
When Harry woke he felt infinitely better than he had the night before. He didn't feel as if he wished to tear everything apart. He felt full and warm. Like he'd eaten a feast. In a way, he supposed, he had.
He looked around him, trying to collect all of his thoughts. He had forgiven his lover. They had gone to sleep. So they must still be in Severus' guest room. Flushing with embarrassment at his actions the day before, Harry fervently hoped that the potions expert would accept his apology.
A tantrum was something expected of his former self, or even from a spoiled brat, not this new person he'd uncovered within himself. He didn't want Professor Snape to stop liking how because he had a moment. To be reminded of the man who had tortured him as a child even though Harry and James never carried the same genes to begin with.
He was brought pout of his musings when the warm body next to him shifted and rolled over. Harry's bright emerald eyes locked with Cedric's silver and the fledgling Dementor held his breath. He had no clue what to expect. Or even why he was holding in his air.
"Good morning, Muerte."
Exhale.
Harry smiled timidly, and cuddled closer. Cedric smiled as well, holding onto his little Dementor lover tightly. Personally, the Shadow Demon was thrilled that his lover had forgiven him. He couldn't lose Harry. He couldn't describe the need to have the third year with him at all times. He knew it wasn't a mate bond. Not even a soul bond. But he loved Harry with all of his crooked heart. Being in disfavor with said child just wasn't an option. Cedric began to sing softly, a song he'd heard from a well known wizarding band that posed as muggles. He found it appropriate for the way he felt for Harry:
"We've been slaves to this love
from the moment we touched
and keep begging for more
of this resurrection."
Harry clutched at Cedric's shirt as the rest of the song was sung to him, the demon's shadow magics making the song sound even more hauntingly erotic. By the time Cedric had finished, Harry was straddling the demon of shadow's lap, kissing down the older teen's neck. Chuckling, he rubbed circles into his love's sides and pulled the young ex-Gryffindor (Harry refused to acknowledge the house any longer) away and planted loving kisses to his lovers soft face. Finally, their lips locked and both moaned. Harry ground down his hips relishing the sparks of lust that traveled all over his body when he did so. Frantically they kissed and rutted against each other, as if they hadn't seen each other in decades. As if their fight had been years long. Cedric rolled them over, left Harry's lips, and intended began to trail hot wet kisses down the teen's torso. Biting and nipping, causing Harry to moan and arch wantonly. And the. There was wet heat surrounding his length and he couldn't think. Couldn't breathe. Cedric swirled his tongue, as he sucked hard. Grazing teeth. Playing gently with the ball sack. Harry was a mess of lust and want. Of need.
"Please, Cedric." He whispered; he wanted release.
He could feel the tight coil in his stomach. Cedric hummed and quickened his pace, reaching down with his free hand, the other being desperately clung to by Harry's hand, to grip his own screaming hard on. His strokes were timed to his sucking off of his fledgling prince, and soon they both owned out their release.
The Shadow Demon cleaned up everything Harry had given with a pleased hum in the back of his throat. Like a cat that had finally been given it's cream. A few moments went by, where they collected themselves, and Cedric muttered a cleaning spell, before Harry turned his dancing eyes to his demon.
"You still owe me, Ced."
Cedric's lips twitched but he gently kissed Harry, acknowledging the teasing tone in his teen's voice. The kiss remained soft and tender, until at last Cedric pulled away and lay down beside the green eyed prince. They lay in a comfortable silence as they cuddled, soaking up the post orgasmic high.
"We should shower. I think we should talk with the others before we go to breakfast today." Cedric stated as he placed kisses to Harry's shoulder.
The Dementor child winced, not really looking forward to facing the people who had put up with him for so long only to have him throw a fit when he gets upset. Childish. So childish. Harry nuzzled Cedric's face, perfectly aware of how he was acting. Really. He didn't even know how they were going to act. He was only assuming. Nothing good ever came from that.
"Everything will be fine, Muerte. Remember what I told you about friends at the beginning of the year."
Harry thought back to their time on the train, then nodded, finding the memory.
"I meant it. If these people can't deal with a little well deserved mood swing, then they weren't worth your time." Cedric replied smoothing down Harry's furrowed brow.
The little soul-sucker appeared so adorable when he was in the midst of thought. Eventually, they crawled out of bed and shared a loving shower, filled with caresses and assurances. When they exited the bathroom, both were feeling much more calm. No doubts about how they felt about each other, they dressed and left the room to find the others already up and sitting on the couches by the fireplace. Harry blushed and cast his gaze downward, unwilling to meet their eyes as he told them sorry.
"I apologize for acting like a child yesterday everyone. Professor Snape, I never meant to wreck your rooms. Blaise, I didn't mean to cause you such trouble, and Luna, I'm sorry I worried you." He finished and scuffed his foot a bit.
He heard Severus snort, Blaise scoff and Luna sigh. He squeaked when he was enveloped in the strong arms of his friends. His make shift family. He and Cedric shared a look, Cedric's full of 'I told you so' and Harry's of awe. It still took him by surprise. That these people would want him.
"My rooms needed a good cleaning, brat. You just made my job easier."
"I think I rather enjoyed having you in my lap, bambino."
"I'm just glad you and Cedric were able to patch things up, aniki."
And that was that. They moved on. Sitting on the couch between Cedric and Luna, Severus talked of how he planned to make Ron's life hell in classes once school started back up, then while in the middle of yelling at the Weasel he would hex him with a nasty wizard STD. It would be undetectable but spread to whoever he slept with. Rumor had it that recently Ron had been seeing numerous girls besides Hermione, although Harry could bet anything that the know-it-all had no clue about it. Cedric stated that he would talk with Atropos about carrying out their revenge when school started up again as well.
The Dark Hufflepuff knew more than one way to make the child fear his own shadow for the rest of his life. He hoped the Dementor Lord could do the same for whenever the Gryffindor left Hogwarts walls. After that discussion was finished Blaise described the cauterization of the wound. He didn't feel sorry for Ron, but he could admit to never wanting to experience that kind of pain. Ever. Still, Harry was more than relieved that Ron had no means magically to hurt him anymore. That was good right? It didn't make him a bad person to be happy about the fact his ex-friend had been harmed? Right?
When Blaise was finished speaking they all went to the Great Hall for breakfast, wanting to see the Italian Slytherin's handiwork. They all sat at Slytherin table, minus Severus of course, who took his seat at the head table and began to place the healthy foods presented on their plates. Harry was halfway through his celery stick when it happened. He really shouldn't have been surprised that there would be some great sympathy cord played, but he was. It was Cedric who brought his attention to it, as he'd been busy lining up his celery sticks with his carrot sticks and apple wedges, and his eyes widened.
Being escorted down the isle between Hufflepuff and Gryffindor tables by Headmaster Dumbledore, was a one armed Ronald Weasley. The coward appeared cowed, but if one looked closely, and the Slytherin's were, you could see the smug glint of satisfaction in his eyes. The students, the ones still in Hofwarts for the holiday -which only really amounted to a handful per table- all began whispering to themselves as the duo made their way to the front of the room before the Head Table. Harry's eyes narrowed as he nibbled on his vegetable stalk, not that hungry anymore. Especially when the headmaster turned to face the small gathering of teens, a hand on Ron's shoulder.
"My dear students, I have some horrible news to share with you today." Dumbledore began, a grave grandfatherly disguise firmly in place.
Many of the students stopped whispering and focused their attention on Ron, who puffed up slightly with the recognition. The Slytherins all sneered. It was obvious that the cowardly lion was just playing up his injury. How could all of the others be so easily fooled?
"Yes. It seems someone attacked with such viciousness that his arm, his wand arm no less, is forever lost to him, as we were unable to attach it. I want anyone with information about who might have done this to feel free to tell me. No one will ever know you said anything. If no one comes forward, and I find out who did this, that person will no longer have a place here."
The Slytherins understood the underlying threat. If he caught who did it, they couldn't have a place at Hogwarts because they would be dead.
"In the mean time, I ask that you all be kind to Mister Weasley, and help him as he can do few things with only one arm." So stated, the headmaster motioned for Ron to take his seat at Gryffindor Table and then Dumbledore made his way to the Head Table.
Many of the Slytherins snorted. Help Ron indeed. They weren't his slaves. That's exactly what Dumbles wanted too.
"Cedric, look. Ron's already being pampered by...is that Lavender Brown?" Inquired Harry, put off his appetite.
The Shadow Demon nodded, eyes narrowed.
"It is. Don't worry, Muerte. He will not be so loved soon. Remember what we still have in store for him. No one will want to be around him by the time we are finished with him," Cedric promised, running a consoling hand through his little prince's hair.
Harry frowned, sickened but the obsessive behavior Lavender was exhibiting towards the traitor. It reminded him too much of the female Weasley. Except Ron was eating up such attentions. The young soul eater shuddered and turned away, back to focusing on the food he no longer felt like eating.
"Ugh. It's disgusting." Luna stated, putting her own fork down and pushing away her plate of eggs.
The Slytherins followed suit. Cedric however simply covered Harry's eyes with his hand and kissed him tenderly. Then he guided Harry's hand to an apple wedge, while keeping the one hand over the fledgling's eyes.
"Eat now, Muerte. You no longer need to worry about such a disturbing image." The demon said softly in Harry's ear, drawing a shiver of desire up the boy's spine.
Absently, Harry nodded and began to eat once more. All the while, the others noticed they were being stared down by numerous students and teachers, Dumbledore among them. Cedric snorted, but kept Harry's eyes covered. He needed his love to eat. The child ate so little as it was.
"So when will you and Harry be making your escape?" Blaise whispered, biting into his piece of bacon.
Harry flinched, butterflies fluttering about in his stomach at the thought of meeting the ex-Azkaban prisoner. It was today. Today. Lunch. He groaned. Cedric glared at the Gryffindor a Table and smirked when Ron noticed and flinched.
"Lunch. Make sure you keep prying eyes off of our were abouts. We'll probably be meeting Atro at the tree."
"He really hates it when someone besides me calls him that." Harry murmured with a small smile.
Cedric snorted and nibbled on Harry's ear.
"He can get over it. After all I'm sharing you with him. He has no right to complain."
Harry shivered and smiled more, cuddling closer to the demon's warmth. Blaise rolled his eyes but nodded to Cedric to show that he heard. Luna blinked then ruffled her brother's hair.
"Listen carefully. He may just surprise you, aniki."
With those puzzling words, they finished their meals and then quietly left the Great Hall to prepare Harry for his meeting with Sirius Black.