If there was one thing that filled the minds and imaginations of hormonal teenage boys, it was sex - and Cedric knew it well because in addition to thinking often about it, his friends and housemates and the other boys did too.

Every now and then when they got together and shared bottles of fire whiskey, smuggled beer and weed, they talked openly about sex and girls, played lewd jokes, told of their adventures and conquests, exchanged tips on what to do in the intimate moment, they compared the size of their members while laughing and teasing completely drunk or high.

However, most of these boys who boasted, actually heightened reality or even lied to each other, just as they pretended to believe what they heard. Most teenage boys were still clumsy, unsure about themselves and their ability to fuck and know how to make a girl truly come.

But unlike his mates, Cedric never bragged about his achievements as he saw no point in impressing those boys who were already so impressionable: he left this job to them, all gossiping about the hot girls he had fucked, him becoming a "hero" for them, an ideal to be followed.

When someone said that to him, Cedric laughed, told his mates to get screwed, but he didn't deny it, because what they said was true: he was a confident man and confident of his knowledge of sex and women, something many men and even the older ones still struggled to understand and would even die without knowing about it.

But not him.

Because he, Cedric Diggory knew how to fuck.

He knew the right way to kiss the delicate necks of women to the point of making them moan weakly, he knew how and where to caress the right parts of the female body with his large, skillful hands… He knew how to suck on breasts and nipples as if he was eager for their milk, leaving them even more sensitive and horny with the secret fantasy of being pregnant by him… He knew how to give special attention to the clit (something that many of his mates didn't even know how to find) and especially he knew and lovedlicking pussy, penetrating with the tongue or sucking the vaginal lips, leaving the girls wetter than usual, making his manhood slide easily through the slit until filling his condom with thick, warm and abundant cum.

He loved sex, he loved women, and he adored pussies: from the teenagers sluts from Hogwarts to a hot 40-something-milf which he fucked on the summer vacation in Italy. In short, he had experience, knowledge and skill in being a good lover.

But if he was fluent in the language of sex and women, the same couldn't be said about relationships, being something as unknown and new as learning a new and exotic language, especially considering the circumstances in which he was: he was in a relationship with Harry Potter.

All it took was a single kiss, Harry's first kiss (!), to make him assume the compromise.

Harry Potter was his girlfriend.

The soft-spoken, doe-eyed, innocent little virgin femboy was his girlfriend.

It had been nearly four months since Cedric had first approached Harry, and three months since they had started dating, the hufflepuff courting the gryffindor in the traditional way as a wizard of his lineage and blood status would: every week Harry received flowers, candies and small gifts; Harry, on the other hand, very naturally and gracefully accepted the gifts and allowed to be led by the strong arm of her gallant gentleman as they met in the corridors, sometimes bowing her head and leaning on his broad shoulder or resting her small hands on his forearm in a shy gesture while Cedric chatted with his housemates and friends.

With the exception of parents and best friends, Cedric initially didn't mind telling others about their relationship, further contributing to the bombastic effect of the news: after the Hogsmeade tour, Hogwarts was shocked to see them increasingly together.

But seeing that the rising tide of gossip was becoming unbearable and annoying, he decided to offer only one explanation by answering categorically one of the slytherin players when asked about their new relationship: "Harry?" he had said in a loud, clear tone for everyone around to hear "Oh Harry is my girlfriend, duh!"

The statement, of course, had its effect: soon the male students at Hogwarts understood that to the Triwizard Tournament Winner, Harry was a girl, a girl he took as a girlfriend - Harry, the femboy with the long hair, the pretty face and the interesting body catched Cedric's attention. Other guys, driven by prejudice mixed with deep envy, mocked the hufflepuff being a poof and questioned his masculinity, but curiously none of them had the balls to say such things in front of him.

To the girls, the news was greeted with indignation and wounded pride: Cedric was the most coveted and desired bachelor, the most handsome, richest, and now famous. Many dreamed of him, many wanted him, others had even tasted the indescribable feeling of having him for a few minutes, of feeling his firm muscles and big thick cock invading their slits as he fucked them.

But he never took any of them as a girlfriend.

Somehow the fact that he had been single made them think they still had a chance, but that chance went down the drain when he appeared with his arms around Harry Potter. Of all the girls, "real girls", why did he pick Harry?! What did Cedric see in that puny little thing? That was the question they asked when looking at the couple.

Harry's friends, that is, all the Weasleys at Hogwarts plus the Granger girl had a long to "talk" with him: Ron, Hermione, Fred and George made it clear that if he somehow hurt Harry, if he did something bad, he would be a dead man. Cedric used all his charm and charisma to ensure his good intentions, even though deep down he took note of being careful with the four of them.

In the inner circle of family and friends, the reactions were similar.

Cedric's father, Lord Amos Diggory, reacted with surprise and shock when he received the letter from his beloved only son and heir announcing that he had taken Harry Potter as his girlfriend and was courting her, the news written at the bottom of the letter as if it were something trivial; Amos knew and even encouraged to some degree that his son had fun with the "loose girls", as this was normal for a young man at his age, before, of course, finding a serious girl to marry with.

But dating Harry Potter? A boy? It had never crossed his mind that Cedric was into boys too. Amos read the letter several times, intrigued by the word "girlfriend" written. What did his son mean by girlfriend?

He only discovered the answer at King's Cross station at Christmas break, when Cedric appeared in front of him with his arm around a dark, green-eyed beauty, petite and delicate, with a calm, sweet voice as he – or she – shyly reached out to greet him. 'Was that the famous Boy-Who-Lived?, he thought. It couldn't be… Or was? "Dad, I want to introduce you Harry... My girlfriend!" Cedric announced to him. Amos finally smiled in delight as he leaned down and kissed Harry's hand in a gentlemanly way as he would do to a lady, the trio chatting briefly before they left.

"Harry Potter, huh?" Amos said after they got into the elegant flying car "What made you choose him? There must be some reason."

Cedric looked at his father.

"Her." Cedric corrected, giving a half-smile, "Harry is…special. She's not like the others. She is mine… Or she will be mine."

Amos smiled as he raised his eyebrows, opening the Daily Prophet as the chauffeur drove to Diggory Manor.

"Enjoy and have fun as much as you want, son, just be careful not to get too involved. Remember that Harry can't bear your children if you want to take her as your wife one day" he said calmly as he looked at the newspaper "After all, a man needs a good wife and children, you know that."

Cedric sneered at that moralistic lecture, but a part of him was stunned by the mention of marriage, children, and Harry all in one sentence.

But he was no more stunned than when he told his longtime comrades Luke, Mike and Johnny the news of his new relationship after the Hogsmeade trip.

"Girlfriend?! Cedric!" Luke exclaimed wide-eyed "You can't be serious!"

"Yes. Girlfriend. And I'm serious." Cedric replied, leaning against the wall with his hands in his pockets, "Harry is my girlfriend now, with all that that implies... I'm not sure what that implies, but I'll find out."

"Mate, you're crazy to have done this just for the bet! I wouldn't have done it for any pussy or ass in this world!" Mike laughed, making the other two laugh.

Cedric was silent, his face serious.

"Ced..." Johnny said upon seeing his friend's face, a different glint in his eyes "You didn't just do it for the bet, did you?"

The hufflepuff looked at his longtime friend.

"Yes. I mean, no... Well... Harry is nice when you meet her, you know... Sweet, smart, humble... Fun and... Decent" he rambled with a slight smile "I kissed her today. It was her first kiss. She tastes like strawberries... She smells like roses. I enjoyed that."

The three boys looked at each other with three conspiratorial smiles.

"Careful, Ced..."

"Careful with what?" he asked.

"Careful or else instead of taking Harry's virginity, you'll end up falling in love!"

Cedric opened his mouth to say something, but closed it, not knowing what to say.

That was impossible. Or wasn't it?

"Oh!" a faint moan escaped the pink lips before they were muffled by the active tongue that invaded the mouth and curled with the small tongue.

Trembling from that kiss, the small hands sought the safety and support in the arms, the broad shoulders or warm neck, the delicate fingers stroking the strong jaw or burying in the soft golden hair of the young man.

"Ah, C-Ced!" the dark-haired beauty sighed as she felt his hands tighten around her slender waist.

"Hmm, my sweet darling princess... Only mine..." Cedric whispered with his eyes closed as he dotted kisses on the small ivory neck, still tasting the strawberry lip gloss, the small body in his strong arms, the smell of rose perfume enveloping him in that delicate and feminine cloud that bewitched him and clouded his masculine senses.

"Oh no!" Harry protested and laughed as he felt his neck being sucked, the hunk's warm lips on his skin that would have a violet hickey visible to all.

'So sweet!', Cedric thought in pleasure, going from the base of the neck to the ear, his lips touching the earlobe and the little earring Harry wore.

"You are impossible today... Impossible!" Harry chuckled as he felt goose bumps, pulling away and placing his index finger over the heartthrob's lips.

"Forgive me, I can't resist... You're so tempting, babe..." Cedric replied with a dazzling crooked smile as he kissed her finger, his hands slipping from the waist to the femboy's sexy hips "You drive me crazy!"

Harry blushed adorable, blinking as he lowered his eyes and smiled sheepishly at that compliment; for his part, Cedric continued to smile, enchanted and horny by that shyness and sweetness he wasn't used to, but which unnerved him with a powerful energy that made him feel even stronger and in control, more sure of himself.

"Look at me, honey…" he whispered, lifting the gryffindor's chin.

Harry complied, cheeks turning even pinker, soft lips parted as she released a warm breath; the Hogwarts Champion stroked her cheek with his thumb, skin as soft to the touch as peach, bright green eyes accented by long lashes and dark brows set against her pale complexion.

"You are so beautiful," he whispered.

"You telling me this every time will make me believe" Harry chuckled awkwardly.

"I'm not lying. It's the truth." the hufflepuff smiled, his fingers playing with the dark hair of the gryffindor she'd grown "I'm a lucky guy to have such a beautiful girl."

Harry bit his lower lip, looking at him intently for long seconds, a gentle smile on his face.

"Am I really your girl, Ced?"

"Course you are." he responded right away.

Harry chuckled softly, lowering his head again.

"This is funny!"

Cedric tilted his head, becoming curious about the relationship.

"What is funny?" he asked.

Harry sighed, looking back at him.

"Well… I never imagined that one day a guy like you could say something like that to me. Or even look at me that way, instead of mocking." Harry said carefully and calmly "But here we are."

Cedric felt a slight flutter in his stomach at that.

"A guy... A guy like me?" he asked, trying to sound cool.

Harry smirked, looking even shyer.

"You know… Hot and popular guys, always surrounded by hot and popular girls. These types of guys don't usually mix with people like me."

Cedric was silent.

"But every time we're together… And when you tell me these things, it's like…"

"It's like…?"

Harry looked at him.

"Like I'm in a dream or in a movie…" the gryffindor smiled sweetly "Being in your arms and having you as my boyfriend… Being your girl and being treated like one by you. Well, that makes me…"

Harry blushed, vibrating with emotion.

"How does that make you babe?"

"Makes me happy." he smiles, kissing the man gently on the lips "It makes me feel complete instead of a freak."

Cedric frowned, his countenance looking fierce as he hugged her tightly, his protective side he hadn't known before beginning to show.

"You're not a freak, Harry. I don't want you to ever repeat this... And if someone says you are, tell me who it was and I'll take care of it." he said seriously, gritting his teeth.

Harry caressed his face, slowly softening his expression.

"See? That's exactly why you make me happy."

The hunk blinked stunned as he felt a new emotion as he was watched and watched the little one.

"Do I make you happy?" he asked.

Harry put his arms around him.

"Yes. Very. And I? Do I make you happy, Ced?"

"Yeah... So far I can't complain about anything." Cedric joked.

Harry chuckled, trying to pull away as he pretended to be offended, but the young man's strong arms held him effortlessly.

"I am just kidding!" he said with a smile "The truth is I've never really dated before and this is all new to me but I..."

He paused, frowning as he thought about it while Harry looked at him patiently; looking at Harry, Cedric felt something warm inside him... A different feeling that made his stomach turn in a funny and pleasant way, an attraction that made him want to hold Harry in his arms, protect her, touch her , kiss her...

"I... I'm happy." he said with a slight tone of surprise.

Harry kissed his chin.

"Good. I really want to make you happy"

Cedric smiled warmly, an idea uncoiling in his mind as it flowed into words.

"Are you serious when you say that, babe? Do you really want to make me happy?"

Harry just smiled docilely.

"Darling…" Cedric said carefully, his hand stroking the base of the gryffindor's spine. "I don't know how to say this…"

"Just say, duh…" Harry joked.

Cedric looked at him for long seconds.

"Remember when I asked you in Hogsmeade about the implications of you being my girlfriend? Remember when I asked if you understood?"

Harry nodded, his face becoming concentrated.

"Yes I remember"

"Well..." he took a deep breath "I know you're pure and innocent... And maybe that's why I should explain some things to you."

"What things?" Harry asked quietly.

Cedric smirked and took a deep breath.

"Well, Harry... I'm a man." he said calmly and matter-of-factly.

"Of course you are." Harry replied without a trace of doubt.

"And… Because I'm a man, I have some kinds of needs… Needs that need to be take care of... Something that must be taken care of, see?"

"Needs?"

"Yeah, babe... Needs." he smiled "Men have needs. As a man, I need certain things…Things I can't handle on my own."

Harry was silent, looking at him with a sweet expression.

"When a guy dates a girl, he has a duty and obligation to protect and care for her... He should be there for her, for whatever she needs" he explained, patting the tiny waist and seeing Harry nod the words "This is ours male role. I am man Harry. And I'm your boyfriend… My duty as a man is to look after and protect you."

Harry smiled, feeling the heart pound in the chest at the words, her small hand stroking his muscular shoulder.

"Lucky me, I suppose." Harry said.

Cedric smiled giving Harry a quick peck on the lips, his fingers still caressing the waist.

"Which brings me to the other part: in a relationship, girls also have their roles to play, you know... The girly roles." Cedric went on to explain, his thumbs making circles on Harry's skin. "Girls must be good to their boyfriends… They must help their boyfriends with whatever needs they have. Don't you agree? A mutual relationship between two equal parts?"

The gryffindor agreed.

"I always say you're my girl Harry. And I'm your boyfriend. The man in our relationship…" he said, whispering close to the little femboy's head "The one with a real cock between the legs."

Harry blushed, feeling a little hot and shaky.

Cedric smiled, kissing her fervently as his large hands descended to Harry's plump, sensual ass, his fingers squeezing the two globes longingly for the first time, something he'd always wanted to do from the first moment he saw them.

"Ced…!" Harry gasped as he pulled away.

"Babe, I have needs…" he whispered, ignoring Harry's surprised reaction "I need you so, so much! I need my girl."

Harry took a deep breath, his hands resting on his developed biceps.

"I know...that you want to marry virgin and I'll respect you if you don't want anything to do with me." Cedric added quickly, fearing that his action was too much "But... Well... I needed to say..."

Harry looked at him, cheeks and lips red.

"I... I'm not so sure anymore..." Harry whispered.

Cedric blinked his eyes quickly.

"I… I want to get married virgin, but I don't know if I will…" Harry lowered his gaze. "And also…I want you too."

The hufflepuff smiled brilliantly, his hand still on the femboy's ass.

"Do you want me?" he asked hoarsely.

Harry nodded.

"I want… Of course I do. Oh Ced, I want you... But I don't know if I should."

"Why?"

"Because I'm afraid."

Cedric kissed the lightning bolt scar on his forehead.

"Do not be afraid of me. I would never force you... And I would be careful and gentle with you. I would never hurt my girl." he assured attentive.

Harry sighed.

"I know so…But I'm afraid you won't want me anymore when you have me completely. Afraid that when you see me who I really am, you'll walk away." the femboy muttered.

Cedric gulped, because deep down this was something he was actually going to do initially: fuck Harry and then leave as if nothing had happened. But now... Now he didn't know if he would. He couldn't do this... And he didn't want to do it.

'What the bloody hell is going on?', he thought, frustrated at not knowing exactly what was going on with him.

"When I said I wanted to get married virgin… It's because I wanted to give myself to a man who accepts me exactly for who I am. I want something special… Not a one-night stand." Harry said softly "I don't want to be a throwaway thing."

They were both silent, Cedric still holding Harry's ass as the gryffindor caressed the back of his neck fondly.

"I have to tell you something about me... But I don't know how."

"Tell me what?"

Harry tilted his head.

"Something that might make you walks away from me… Or something you might understand. I hope you understand."

Cedric looked puzzled.

"Can you tell me now?"

"No, not yet. I need to know the best way to do it. I better go now before I do something I regret later." Harry said at last, standing on the tiptoes to kiss the boy sweetly, putting the hands over his face as caressed him. When they parted, they kept their foreheads glued together, their eyes closed.

Gradually the two broke apart, Harry going to the pantry door they were in, but looking at Cedric for the last time.

"Ced?"

"Yes?"

"If things work out between us... Well... I guess I won't marry virgin after all... And you won't have your male needs ignored anymore." Harry said with a shy smile, leaving a stunned and smiling Cedric behind.

At the end of the day, Harry practically crawled into the bathroom, tiredness making her lethargic.

Turning on the faucet, she washed her face with ice water, rubbing her cheeks gently as she felt a little relief wash over her; as she turned off the faucet and looked into the mirror, she saw her face tense and look worried, her breath coming from the parted lips.

'Cedric wants sex', she thought tensely, pulling the hair back into a ponytail.

Well, of course he wanted to… Harry was no fool, she knew that her hot hunk boyfriend was far from being a virgin, that he was experienced man. Harry had heard a rumor or two about Cedric, but still... Yet the idea that Cedric wanted to have sex with her made her happy, haunted, tense and nervous.

Harry brought the hand to the base of the neck where the hickey was given by the hufflepuff, fingers massaging the area as a tingling started from the base of the belly to the groin... More and more Harry felt that powerful physical energy attraction to Cedric, lust and desire manifesting in erotic dreams or solitary moments in the shower as she shyly touched her own developing body, a body she was still discovering and adapting, such as thinking of herself as a girl instead of a boy.

Would Cedric like her body? Would Cedric accept her strange anatomical part? Would him still likes her?

Harry was startled to hear the bathroom door open, feeling ashamed as if her thoughts were public rather than private.

"Long day, isn't it?" a high-pitched voice followed by a smile greeted her, the girl going to the sink beside her.

Harry put on the glasses, eyes turning to the figure and recognizing her instantly: long black hair, pretty face lined with deep dark eyes.

Cho Chang.

"Yes... Too long." Harry replied, taking the paper towel and drying the hands "But I'm glad it's over!"

"Absolutely... I'm dying to take a shower." Cho said sympathetically, opening her bag and starting to rummage inside.

"Yep... Especially after Potions..." Harry muttered "All those stinky fumes..."

Cho chuckled, pulling out a lip gloss and leaning into the mirror.

"Letting your hair grow, Harry?" she committed by looking at him in the mirror's reflection.

Harry smiled shyly, touching the end of her ponytail.

"Yes, I think... Cedric likes..."

"Likes long hair." Cho added nonchalantly "Yes, I know..."

Harry's smile froze as he looked at the girl.

"Yes... He likes it" Harry replied.

"These last few weeks went by so quickly I didn't even have time to congratulate you, Harry." she said.

"Congratulate me?"

"Yes. You know... You and Cedric. Mainly congratulating you... You did quite a feat, huh!" she winked at him.

"I...I don't understand."

Cho shrugged, pushing her silky long hair back as she left her face more exposed.

"Well… You were the only person he ever took up dating. That's surprising considering his fame... Not the "Hogwarts Champion fame", but another kind of fame, if you know what I mean."

Harry looked at her puzzled.

"But even so, if I were you, I would be careful."

"Take care with what?"

Cho smiled touching up her face makeup with a sponge.

"You know, guys like him are kind of crazy about girls, Harry." she said sweetly, but her look wasn't sweet. "You know how men are, don't you? After all… Like it or not, you were one once… I think…"

Harry blinked, keeping the head up despite the tense neck.

"No." she said mechanically as she digested that insult "I don't know"

Cho smiled, tilting her head.

"Well, he likes girls. And too much for his own good." she laughed "One after another... A real womanizing stallion."

Cho pulled a tube of mascara out of her bag, starting to apply it to her eyelashes.

"Has he ever told you to wear lingerie for him?" she asked as naturally as if asking the time.

Harry felt her face and ear sting from the heat of the blood, making her flush with embarrassment and disbelief that she would say that to her.

"Pardon me?"

"Lingerie, silly. Lace, satins and transparencies… Very small and provocative panties." she said in a sly and lewd way "Bras with spaghetti straps and lace cups are his favorites: he goes crazy when he sees one, it seems to make him hornier to suck tits."

Harry stared at her with wide eyes, lips compressed.

"Cedric is crazy about breasts, he loves to hold while his fingers brush the nipples. It really turns him on…" she said, finishing off her mascara.

Harry's jaw tightened.

"And me too, I must say." she said in a victorious tone, knowing the effect it would have on Harry "He knows how to suck tits like no one else, as well as eat pussy."

The gryffindor closed his eyes and bowed his head.

"I don't know why I'm saying this when you already know it too." she giggled, checking her long hair, "Even though you don't have either of those attributes… This can be tricky. It takes creativity when you guys are intimate..."

Harry looked back at her, green eyes filled with tears but there was a fervent gleam in them, her head held high with dignity.

"Thanks for the advice Cho. I'm sure your long experience in satisfying male attention has some advantage or another." he said "I'll remember your words when I need to."

Cho's smile faded at the words.

"But although they are not very effective, are they?" Harry continued with a soft tone.

"What..."

"I might not be as pretty as you or have your 'attributes' that draw men' attention…" she cut her off, not raising the voice "But I'm still the one Cedric chose. I'm the one he gives his arm to hold as we walk together in public… I'm the one who gets his flowers. Have you ever received flowers from him? Every week he sends me roses because he says I am his rose… He loves smelling my neck, smelling my perfume."

Cho froze, her long nails biting into her own palm.

"I'm the one who gets his hugs or his kisses."

Harry looked into the mirror, seeing his reflection.

"As you said yourself, I was the only one he came out of a relationship with. I'm his girlfriend." Harry concluded calmly when he saw Cho's frustrated and annoyed expression, seemed unable to rebut.

They were both silent, Harry silent, while Cho seethed inside, her dark eyes filled with anger.

"Girlfriend?" she scoffed.

Harry shrugged his shoulders.

"Yes." she repeated calmly "I don't understand much about guys and I don't even have experience, but I know he likes me."

"Likes you?"

"Well... He wouldn't stay with me if he didn't like."

Cho stared at him, her eyes glancing at the hickey mark visible at the base of Harry's neck, almost hidden by the collar of the uniform he was wearing.

That made her unsteady.

"Do you think he likes you? That wants something serious with you?" Cho asked in a venomous way, looking at him "That you will be different from other girls?"

Harry shrugged, nervous and shaky.

"I do not know. But that's none of your business." he replied "This is between me and my boyfriend."

The gyffindor tossed the crumpled paper towel ball into the trash, gripping the bag strap tightly and walking to the exit, but stopping before opening the door.

"Must be scary for you, right?" Harry asked as she turned to her.

"What?" Cho asked, her breath heaving.

"Feeling so threatened and with low self-esteem that you want to provoke me and make me insecure. That must scare you… Or make you mad that he chose me instead and you."

"How dare you…" she snapped.

"Cho, your problem is not with me, but with yourself. You don't have to make me feel like crap to feel good and better with yourself. What you really need is therapy." Harry finally said, opening the door "Have a good night."

Harry walked shakily through the corridors, until leaned against a column for a few moments, more reassured that Cho wouldn't see her there.

Taking several deep breaths, she felt dizzy and dizzy, the urge to vomit from nervousness making her weak. With eyes closed, she slowly regained her calm, although there was still a turmoil of conflicting emotions inside her mind.

"Harry, is everything alright?" the deep velvety voice made her open the eyes.

Cedric was there, his prefect pin already dangling proudly from his lapel.

"I am..."

"No babe, you're pale... What happened?" he asked worriedly, putting his hands on her shoulders.

Harry panted, heart pounding in her chest as she stared into the hufflepuff's face. Insecurity and determination made her blood rush through her veins, heated by anger and jealousy at Cho's words and innuendo.

"Ced..."

"Yeah?"

Harry bit the lower lip, cheeks starting to blush.

"Is there somewhere we can be alone?"

Cedric raised his eyebrows.

"We can go to the east wing pantry, there always..."

"No... No pantries." Harry shook the head, placing her hands on the lad's strong chest "A better place… An intimate, secureplace."

Cedric looked at him with wide eyes, his mouth hanging open. Was it possible that was what he was thinking?! Gradually he started to smile, his hands slipping down on the femboy's arms while approaching more.

"Do you know the perfects' bathroom on the fifth floor?" he whispered into Harry's ear.

Harry nodded, blushing even more.

"It's not a bad place for a bath..." Cedric said, kissing the sissy's neck.

AUTHOR'S NOTE

Because Harry is a very feminine femboy, in addition to the fact that Cedric encourages her femininity, Harry starts to adopt she/her pronouns, but from time to time she thinks and refers to herself with he/him pronouns, after all, she initially grew up "as a boy". My intention is not to offend anyone's gender identity and sexuality, so I apologize if you are offended by reading this fanfiction ❤️