'This is crazy', Cedric thought as he was almost paranoid checking around to see if he was being watched or worse: if anyone could suspect or know of his intentions by being there, in that place and time incompatible with his senior year.

'Oh, stop acting like a fucking idiot!', he chided himself, checking his watch impatiently.

It was a few minutes before the Ravenclaw and Gryffindor's class to finish and he (hidden in the space between a statue hippogriff and the wall) watched the door carefully, waiting to see Potter's effeminate figure and maybe, with luck, the emergence of an inspiration.

After accepting the bet in the heat of the moment and the pressure of his friends, Cedric thought (with a much cooler head), of finding an excuse to give it up. First, because the object of the bet was absurd - someone's virginity. He was a guy like any other of his age: full of health, energy and vitality, he loved to fuck, he loved sex and he loved the "fairer sex" even more, using often the privileged cock he had between his legs.

But even that had to be a limit… And betting on other people's virginity didn't seem to be okay.

He never thought too seriously about virginity as he had lost his when he was almost 15 years old, vaguely remembering the occasion as if it were in another life: he was nervous, a little drunk from his first experience with alcohol, shaky, heart beating so hard that it seemed to come out of his mouth when he took his hard cock (which until then only knew his hand in handjobs) to the warm and wet slit of the first pussy he had.

Before that, his sex experience had only been the wank circles he and his Hogwarts housemates did when they saw smuggled porn magazines of nude women, some still-picture muggles and some moving-picture of witches, showing them swaying their large breasts or fingering their open pussies; Cedric, suffering from the hormones of puberty and discovering his own body, was hallucinated when he saw those images for the first time, wanking his cock (the bigger one among his colleagues after measuring ) while imagining that the grip of his fingers were that of female intimacy.

Soon being a virgin for him became an inconvenience and he remained a wanker virgin until there was a party of one of his friends for a few past summers - he didn't even remember the details anymore, he just remembered that it was with someone's cousin. But it was irrelevant because from the moment he penetrated a pussy, his life had changed and a world of possibilities opened up - conquering and seducing girls was his true talent and sex became his favorite activity in which every time he did it, more experienced and good he became.

If before he was a lanky skinny shy virgin boy, dealing with the growth spurt of his limbs, hormones, bad odors and body hair, now he was a ravishing young man, tall and handsome, with an irresistibly attractive face and muscular body which exuded his strength and safe masculinity by his pores without saying a single word.

At 18 years old he was already a man with his share of experience, driven by raw emotions, male instinct and careless youth: he enjoyed dueling with his wand like he did in the Tournament, showing to everyone his courage and magical strength... He enjoyed partying, smoking lots of weed, drinking a lot of booze and standing steady as a rock unlike his weak mates... And of course, sex: he adored licking pussies, sucking clitties and boobs, hard fucking one, two or even three girls at once, satisfying his vigor and sexual appetite that seemed insatiable.

Cedric Diggory, the goody-goody hufflepuff was like that.

He was a man, liked and prided himself on being a man, because he had everything he could want and in which he would conquer even more: admiration of the majority, inevitable envy of some, fame, social status, power, his family's old money and lots of sex with hot girls.

But even that had to be a limit.

He had already played games with his friends, had even had threesomes, but to bet someone's virginity? And on top of that, the virginity of an effeminate sissy boy who happened to be famous across the continent as well?

It was getting more and more ridiculous and he thought about it: a golden rule he had was never, under any circumstances, for him to fuck a virgin - virgins tended to get emotionally attached to their first partners, the last thing he needed or wanted in the time.

Cedric only thought of being with a virgin if she was his bride on their wedding night, after all as the future Lord Diggory, his wife should be perfect, a girl worthy enough to be the next Lady Diggory, as his beloved mother was and not a vulgar sluts who opens her legs to anyone like Cho was. Yes… He would only be with a virgin if he was up to love her, take her as his wife and mother of his children, a girl who would give him boys as strong and beautiful as he was, his future heirs who would carry his legacy and of the House Diggory.

But fuck a fucking virgin femboy?!

Well to begin with, he was very far from being gay or even bisexual... Even in the wanking circles they did in the Hufflepuff boy's dormitory, he had never even considered being with a colleague, even though many of them had been "trying" with each other due to the lack of girls and excess of hormones. But not him, he was straight, thank you very much.

Okay, he'd been wanting anal again for months, he missed the tightness of a hole, but still...

"Fuck!" he cursed under his breath, startling when the classroom door opened and a flood of students walked down the hall.

Looking face to face, he expected to see Harry there, but there was no visible sign of him; The students continued to walk, laughing and talking loudly, gradually dispersing as they parted for their other shifts of classes, the corridor becoming emptier.

'Maybe it's good that way.', he thought, frowning, turning his back 'I'll tell the guys that this bet is ridiculous and…'

"Come on, Harry! That way we're going to be late again for class!", a hurried girl's voice sounded down the hall as well as various footsteps.

Cedric looked back down the hall, seeing three people, the last ones to leave the classroom: the bulky-haired girl, Granger, the tall redhead, Ron Weasley, and behind them a bumbling Harry who appeared to be having trouble with his purse.

For a few seconds he debated whether he should walk away and let it go, or whether he should stay and get on with the deed and the bet.

"Blimey, Hermione, we won't die because of this." Ron complained grumpily. "I'm sure no one will die because of Professor Sprout or Herbology !"

"But the tests–"

"It's the beginning of the year! There won't be any tests for a while! You need to calm down or you will freak out."

The two started to argue, but Cedric didn't care for what they said.

He paid attention to the silent figure of Harry, who was holding as best he could thick volumes of books too heavy for him to carry as he tried to hold his school bag with one hand, the clasp open on which one of the scrolls peeked out.

'Bloody hell, why doesn't Weasley carry that for him?', Cedric reproved, extending to Harry the chivalrous courtesy that boys had for girls – if he was a femboy, then he deserved to be treated like one.

As he watched them walk, a flash of idea clear as lightning came to his mind and before he could even realize it, he had his wand in hand.

"Diffindo!!!", he cast the spell in a whisper, concentrating on the object he wanted as he made a discreet movement with his wand, causing Harry's purse strap to snap.

"Oh, you must be kidding me!!!", Harry whimpered annoyed as he saw his belongings scattered on the floor, making the three of them stop as they watched the stain of broken ink spread across the floor and papers.

Ron started to help, but Harry waved him away.

"No, no… Leave it to me. You can go ahead and I'll meet you there."

Cedric smiled in approval that his plan had worked so far.

"He is sure? We can stay here and…", the redhead said, visibly hopeful of being able to delay on purpose, but a look from the girl made him shut up.

"Yes, I'm sure... This will take a while." Harry sighed, crouching on the floor in a graceful movement. "I need to buy a bigger bag… And a sturdier one I think. "

"Alright Harry! We'll explain to the professor when we get there." Hermione reassured him, and he nodded, "I'll make the initial notes for you."

The two gave Harry one last wave, walking down the halls and restarting their discussion about punctuality and dedication. Cedric waited a little longer until he was sure he was safe to come out of hiding and make his appearance. 'It's now!!!', he thought, taking a deep breath as he masked his face with the best helpful countenance the Hufflepuffs was so known for.

"Allow me," he said in a pleasant tone, crouching down beside him.

"Oh, no need, I can handle it." Harry said not even paying attention to who it was, too focused on picking up his loose notes on the floor.

Cedric noticed that his voice was too pleasing to the ear, too melodic and sweet for a guy's voice while it was low and husky for a girl.

"I insist, please", he replied, taking Harry's notebooks.

In addition to the books and scrolls, Cedric smiled to see that the Gryffindor's quill was a showy and feminine pale pink ostrich feather, unlike his own, which was eagle's and more suitable for guys. In addition to the quill, the other objects also showed Harry's tastes: a bottle of nail polish in a soft color… A nail file… A tube of lipstick… A small bottle of perfume... Hairbrush and scrunchies.

"Here…" Cedric offered it to him, Harry glancing over as his brow furrowed as he saw the missing class notes.

"Oh thank you," Harry replied automatically.

'He hasn't even noticed it's me…', Cedric thought in amusement at how clumsy Harry was.

Next to it was a small, discreet blue box that looked like something for hygiene.

'What…', he thought confused as he took the box.

Tampons? Why did Harry carry tampons? Was his girliness to the point of wanting to have the full experience of looking like a girl? To feel like one?

"Oh! It's… It's you! I didn't... I didn't see it was you!" Harry's voice sounded higher, making Cedric see him in closer proximity even then.

He had seen Harry several times before, of course. Harry was famous in the wizarding world, the "Boy-Who-Lived". But there were also the Quidditch matches, as Harry occupied the role of Gryffindor Seeker, the two quickly shaking hands at the beginning and end of matches, but without much attention.

But it was the first time he actually saw Harry with that proximity, light and attention.

Well…

Harry Potter was not beautiful, at least not in the most obvious sense of the word: his ivory face with a light touch of makeup was a mixture of soft and even very feminine features like his small nose and delicate pink lips that contrasted with the slightly more masculine square jaw, but not as manly as Cedric's. Behind his glasses, he had deep green eyes, long lashes defined by a light coat of mascara, dark hair that reached his shoulders and held by a red arc that kept the strands from falling across his forehead on which was the famous scar.

It was a sweet, delicate and charming face for a boy, or rather a femboy.

Cedric breathed, taking in the whiffs of the perfume he was wearing: fresh and soft floral, blooming roses with something more, very different from the overly sickly sweet scent that girls like Cho wore and that bordered on vulgarity. 'Better this way', he thought with satisfaction.

Harry continued to look at him in surprise, eyes wide and cheeks turning red.

"Hello, Potter." Cedric greeted, offering one of his best gallant smiles.

Harry blushed even more, looking down sheepishly.

"Hi…" he replied softly.

"Problems with your bag?" he asked, holding up the box of tampons.

Harry grew red as a tomato, his small hand almost shaking as he picked up the object.

"I suppose so, ehr…" he bit his lower lip "That's not mine, you know… It 's Hermione's. "

Cedric raised an eyebrow, not being convinced by Harry's obvious lie, but he didn't care. He just smiled, helping him get more objects.

"Oh yes…" he replied "Let me help you."

"No need, I don't want to bother you." Harry said hurriedly.

"I don't bother helping you or anyone who needs help," he smiled once more, this time breaking the awkwardness.

Harry smiled too, looking away.

Cedric continued to look at him, watching him closely.

'So he's the shy type…' he observed, starting to gather the papers and organize them while looking discreetly at Harry, still blushing 'Shy people in general are easier to manage… To mold.'

Shaking his head, he went back to paying attention to what he was doing, noting the amount of trinkets he carried.

"I never understood why you girls carry so much stuff in your bags... It's ridiculous!" he said without thinking, making Harry fumble audibly with his own objects.

Cedric raised his head to see him.

"Sorry I didn't… "

Harry's eyes widened, but his expression softened when he saw the boy's calm gray eyes.

"Okay. It's not a problem." Harry gave a half smile, placing a strand of hair behind her ear and displaying his delicate earring with a tiny sparkling diamond "Well... Answering your question, it's always good to have things at hand... It can be very practical."

The hunk nodded, deciding to try something out.

"Girls and their mysteries," Cedric added, making him giggle, a spontaneous, sweet giggle.

'So he really likes being treated like a girl, hm?', he thought as he smiled at him 'Interesting… '

Cedric watched Harry sitting on the floor, the boy in his feminine Gryffindor's uniform with his legs elegantly closed like a well-behaved lady, the legs with beautiful thighs covered by pantyhose and petite feet with kitten heels.

"Ah... My notes..." Harry said in a rueful tone as he looked at the parchments smeared with black ink.

The Hogwarts Champion smiled as he pulled out his wand and pointed at the mess.

"Tergeo!", the ink stains were sucked by the wand, leaving everything immaculate. Then he pointed to the bag "Reparo!"

Harry smiled gratefully at him, picking up the last rolls of parchment.

"Thanks! Seriously… Five years here and I still forget I can do this stuff," he joked, closing the bag carefully and making sure the strap was secure.

"It happens when we are nervous or in a hurry!" he told Harry, who got up off the floor, putting his bag back on his shoulder and hugging a notebook.

"Well, once more, thanks for the help." Harry said simply.

"You're welcome. It's a pleasure to help those in need." Cedric rose from the floor with the books, becoming aware of the discrepant difference in size between them.

'Hmmm...' he thought contentedly, feeling a slight tingle and an involuntary spasm in his cock.

Harry was so petite, delicate... Was it even possible for boys to be that effeminate and girly? Cedric could break him with his large cock or strong hands, carry him around on his broad shoulders, or manhandling him effortlessly as if he were his doll.

The gryffindor smiled innocent while looking down, completely oblivious to the obscene thoughts that the hufflepuff had.

"You said what a real hufflepuff would say", Harry smiled sweetly "Or should I say like a noble and brave Champion?"

Cedric smirked, puffing out his chest in a comically pompous way.

"Any of the options are okay with me!" he gave a cheeky little wink.

Harry laughed and blushed, shaking his head so that his long hair moved around his little neck.

The two stood for a few seconds, looking at each other while Harry just smiled and made the boy curious.

"Cedric?", Harry said lightly.

The man liked to hear his name on the Gryffindor's lips.

How would it sound if he moaned his name in a warm, velvety voice? How would Harry sound when he was being penetrated by his big, thick cock, filled him with his manhood? Would he be shy or would he be more vocal? Would he cry or ask for more?

Cedric cleared his throat before an erection rose in his pants.

"Yes?"

"My books... I need my books", Harry said, looking at the hands of the man.

Cedric raised his eyebrows, forgetting he was carrying them.

"Ah... Well... Where is your class?", he asked even though he already knew the answer.

"Herbology in Greenhouse 7. Hey, where are you going?"

"Why… To the Herbology greenhouses" he replied gallantly.

"Yes, but… Could you give them back to me? No need to take them there for me", Harry said sheepishly, following Cedric's proud and elegant walk.

"Nonsense. What kind of man would I be to let you do that? It's too much weight for you to carry around."

"But..."

"My mother gave me good manners, Potter." he said. "I am gentleman".

Harry smiled shyly, giving a resigned shrug as they started walking again.

"It's Harry." the femboy said at one point.

"Hm?"

"You, uh... You called me by my surname, but you can call me Harry," he said, looking at him with a smile and blushing as he lowered his gaze.

Cedric looked at him interestedly.

"Well... Harry. " he repeated his name, noticing how it sounded in his own voice.

For some reason Harry looked even more flushed, keeping his eyes down as if he wanted to avoid him. The two walked in silence, Harry hugging his notebook as Cedric carried his books, the two occasionally passing by some group of students, all of them watching them carefully.

"How's this last year of yours been?" Harry asked at one point as they walked down the moving stairs, "You know… Your post-Tournament fame and all. I imagine it's a lot. "

"Well… It's crazy. The fan letters keep coming... I can't answer them all. I'll do a photoshoot in my Hufflepuff's quidditch uniform and an interview..."

Harry smiled sympathetically.

"Your parents must be very proud of you," he said sweetly and genuinely.

Cedric's smile faded a little, looking straight ahead as he considered the words.

"My father is. I think he even feels that it was him who won and not me…" he said, making Harry chuckle. "And I imagine my mother is as well. At least I hope."

Harry looked at him, tilting his head a little.

Cedric breathed through his mouth, a little uncomfortable.

"My mother passed away when I was 11 years old," he explained in a calm tone, "Dragonpox."

Harry stopped walking, looking at him with a sympathetic expression. In a hesitant gesture, he placed his small hand on the man's strong forearm as a sign of comfort; Even wearing his uniform sweater, Cedric still felt the slight weight and warmth of Harry's delicate hand, seeing his manicured nails painted pale pink.

"I'm sorry. I didn't want to bring up a painful memory," he said quietly.

Cedric looked him in the eye.

He was already used to hearing that, but a lot of the time people spoke just for good manners, without really thinking about it. But in Harry's case it was different and obviously worse, after all, he was the boy-who-lived for a reason.

"Thanks," he replied, the sad thought in his mind being gradually dissipated by green eyes and chaste touch of the femboy.

Embarrassed, Harry removed his hand from his forearm, gripping the notebooks even more tightly against his chest as if he wanted to control himself, his eyebrows raised in a thoughtful tone. Both went back to walking.

"So... excited to get back to playing this year?" Cedric asked, changing the subject.

Harry smiled, looking at him out of the corner of his eye and shook his head.

"I think you'll be happy to know that I won't be playing this year.", he informed.

The man frowned.

"Why?"

"Well… I like to play, but not so much to stay on the team. I'd rather watch it.", he explained, "My godfather made me realize that it can be a very rough sport for me. And after a while I kind of agree with him."

The Hufflepuff nodded with a nod. 'Makes sense' he thought, seeing the femboy's small, slender build with a little disdain. 'Quidditch is a man's thing... You're more fitting for a cheerleader.'

"Quidditch can be really brutal." Cedric said, rephrasing his thoughts in a politically correct way, "I never understood why they never split boy's and girl's teams. We would have two Quidditch Cups a year, can you imagine? Double the games!"

Harry chuckled softly.

"That would be nice," he agreed.

Cedric was silent, watching him walk beside him as he felt the aura of his soft scent, ideas boiling in his mind.

"So you won't play anymore."

"Nope."

Harry looked at him almost comically and then laughed, as if amused by an inside joke.

"What's it?"

"I think you'll be glad I don't play anymore."

"Why ?"

"Because, now Hufflepuff may have a chance against Gryffindor," Harry said mockingly, raising his face in a falsely arrogant way and finally laughing.

Cedric laughed too, his low, manly voice drawing the attention of some girls nearby.

"Oh, really? And have you forgotten that I am now the winner of an international Tournament?" he said narrowing his eyes.

"The last time we played Quidditch, who really took the Golden Snitch?" Harry feigned oblivion.

Cedric made a face as if he had sucked on a lemon while Harry smiled so that his adorable dimples appeared, blinking his eyes in a way that brought out his long lashes; Seeing him like that, Cedric remembered what Luke had told him: 'I talked to him... He was nice. And up close he's very, very pretty. He has pretty eyes and lips…'

"Now that you don't play, will you just be a fan?"

"Yes"

"Only cheering for Gryffindor?" he asked as they reached the castle area where the magical plant greenhouses were.

"Nope. I cheer for anyone who isn't Slytherin."

"Would you cheer for me Harry?" Cedric said in his best velvety voice, smiling charmingly as he showed his white teeth.

As expected, Harry blinked and blushed, looking away.

"I don't think you need my cheering Cedric... When you know that everyone here cheers for you.", he said softly as he bit his lower lip, looking forward and down.

Cedric looked at him.

"Including you?"

Harry sucked air through his mouth and released it, seeming to process the question.

"Yes..." he replied, stopping in front of the glass door of greenhouse 7 "Including me."

The hunk then smiled, taking a short step forward in order to get closer to him.

"Good to know that Harry... Good to know you cheer for me.", he replied.

Harry looked at him for a few moments, green eyes wide and innocent looking to ask him if he really said that.

"Well... Of course I do.", he replied, climbing the step of the greenhouse stairs, some of the students inside ignoring what Sprout was teaching as they saw Harry Potter and Cedric Diggory talking outside "You are the Hogwarts Champion."

Cedric raised his eyebrows flatteringly.

"I… I need my books now." Harry spoke quietly.

"Can you hold it?"

"Yes, I can do it," he assured, making a face of discomfort as he took it again.

"Well, you are delivered in your class."

"Thank you so much for your help. It was very kind of you!" Harry awkwardly opened the doorknob, almost getting in but stopping.

The young man stood still, putting his hands in his trousers pockets.

"Cedric?" Harry called him.

"Yeah?"

"I… I 'm sure your mother would be happy and proud to know that her son is a gentleman." Harry said quietly, giving one last grateful smile before turning and walking into the greenhouse.

The hunk absorbed the gentle words with genuine appreciation as his eyes dropped to the juicy swell of his ass under his pleated skirt, his girly hips swaying sensually with every step, the beautiful thighs and legs highlighted by the pantyhose... Unlike other girls who tried too hard to look attractive to male eyes like his, Harry was naturally sexy. He didn't even seem to try or maybe he wasn't even aware of it... Which made it so much better.

"Need anything Cedric?" Pomona Sprout asked helpfully when she saw him at the door of the greenhouse.

"No ma'am. My business here is over," he said good-naturedly.

Cedric gave Harry one last flirtatious smile, this one looked at him one last time as he stood beside Hermione, eyeing him suspiciously. Then he gave a smile and nod to the 5th grade class, noticing how some girls giggled sheepishly and hid their faces as if they were the ones he was talking about. Others looked puzzled.

But who was most intrigued was him.

For as he walked to the castle, Cedric felt that his moral doubts about the bet had been extinguished: somehow, walking beside the femboy, talking to him, observing him closely and even smelling his perfume, had made things more clear that he supposed as well as touched with his primal instinct, his ego and male pride.

Somehow, the idea of fucking Harry Potter, making him take his cock, pleased him.

It pleased him very much.

Harry, the sissy virgin femboy, the flawed example of male gender with his shy and sweet nature, his androgynous beauty, his grace and natural femininity even with a cock between his legs like a reminder that he was not and never would be a man.

Fuck... That was sexy as fuck!!!

That idea was taking root in Cedric's mind, he feeling the blood slowly pumping into his member and making him hard in his trousers as he thought of the possibilities.

Yes…

He would have Harry to himself.

Here was something that really challenged him, a breath of fresh air and stimulation that would take him out of the comfort zone he felt in with the easy girls with their easy pussies who bored him so much. Cedric was a conquering and dominating type of male: he had what he wanted and he now wanted Harry. It was no more a question of if, but rather when: he would use every weapon he had, all his experience to seduce and conquer, his irresistible charm to achieve this new goal that was more personal than the bet itself.

He, Cedric Diggory, would be the first man to touch, kiss and fuck Harry Potter.

'If Harry wants so much to be a girl…' Cedric thought with lust 'So I'll make him a woman'.

Author's Note

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