Name: A Different World
Author: VirginSuicide
Rating R Just to be sure.
Summary: Magic doesn't exist. Harry and the Dursley's have just moved to Hogsmeade and will be starting at Hogwarts High School. Most likely going to be a Draco/Harry SLASH fic. You have been warned, so if this doesn't sit with you, don't bother reading it, then getting insulted and leaving a flame… I'll save your time for you… THIS IS SLASH!!!!
Chapter 3
The days passed quickly and uneventfully. Harry hadn't left the grounds since the first night since his relatives only took him with them when it was necessary. He had heard his cousin Dudley one night over dinner bragging about the new friends he had made; Flint, and his group of bullies, just like Harry had predicted. Luckily for him, they hadn't come over yet.
Harry amused himself by exploring the grounds, playing his instruments, reading, practising Karate Do and keeping out of his relatives' way. He had met his other neighbours; Mr and Mrs Jones. An elderly couple he wasn't too fond of. Mrs Jones had kept pinching his cheeks until she left bruises and Mr Jones was a grouch.
He hadn't seen Cedric since the kiss, but he had heard his aunt telling his uncle that she had invited the Diggory's around for dinner that night. That was why Harry was standing in front of his mirror, trying to decide what to wear. When the Dursley's held dinners, it was no small affair. It all had to posh and formal. You had to dress accordingly and the fine china was used. He finally decided on a pair of black dress pants and a long-sleeved, emerald green, silk button-up shirt. The clothes accentuated his honey-coloured skin, dark hair and brought out his eyes. He put on his black dress shoes, sprayed some 'Tommy' cologne on and took one last look in the mirror.
If mirrors could talk, it would most definitely tell him that he looked devilishly charming. His midnight black hair was slightly damp from his shower, yet it still didn't sit flat. However, it still looked sexy and shined blue/black under the light. Overall, he looked formal, yet casual. He nearly made it to the bottom of the stairs before his Aunt sent him back up to put of his suit jacket. After putting on his matching black suite jacket, he made his way to the foyer with the rest of the family.
Both Uncle Vernon and Dudley were wearing pale blue suites, with white ruffled shirts and bow ties, Aunt Petunia in a tight black evening dress. His aunt couldn't resist, and took many photos of Dudley and Uncle Vernon, then got Harry to take some of the three of them. Just after she had put the camera away, the doorbell rang. With a glare from his Aunt, who was unnecessarily straightening her dress, Harry opened the door. Mrs. Gwen Diggory was wearing a pink frock that had a country look about it. Both Mr Diggory and Cedric were wearing dark navy blue suits with plain white shirts underneath. The only difference was that Cedric had his jacket casually unbuttoned and Mr Diggory was wearing a tie.
The greetings passed and they were soon sitting down eating dinner. Cedric was across the table from Harry, but he would hardly look at Harry. When Harry could feel him looking, he would quickly look up to catch his eye. Cedric would blush, hesitantly smile, and then quickly look back down at his plate. Harry hid a smile. He would corner Cedric alone after dinner and ask him about the kiss.
Dinner went successfully with Uncle Vernon and Mr. Diggory talking about work, and golf and other manly things, and Aunt Petunia and Mrs. Diggory telling tales about their sons proudly. This embarrassed both Dudley and Cedric but amused Harry greatly.
After dinner, they started to head into the formal lounge. Harry caught Cedric's eye and motioned for him to follow him outside. They walked in silence until they were a little distance from the house, in one of the larger gardens where a garden bench was positioned. They couldn't be seen from the house where they were and that's what Harry wanted. They sat on the bench then Harry faced Cedric, who appeared to be very nervous.
"I wanted to ask you about the kiss," Harry started casually. Cedric started and then blushed a deep red.
"Er, yeah, about that," he said difficultly, "I'm really sorry. I shouldn't have kissed you."
"You shouldn't have?" Harry enquired, amused.
"No. Er, I mean, er. I should of asked or some thing. I don't even know if your gay and it might have offended you and if it did I'm really sorry," Cedric rambled and Harry let him continue until he ran out of words. After a while Cedric stopped, and after a moments silence looked across at Harry. "What are you smiling at?" he asked affronted. Harry chuckled before leaning in and brushing his lips across Cedric's softly. When Harry pulled back a bit so he could see Cedric properly, he smiled. Cedric's eyes were wide, his lips slightly parted, shock evident on his face. "Does this mean… What does this mean?" Cedric asked as he touched his lips with his right pointer and middle finger.
"It means," Harry replied, as he gently took hold of Cedric's hand that was touching his lips and kissed the digits, "That I am bi-sexual and not at all offended by your kiss." Harry watched relief flood the boy as he relaxed and leaned towards Harry, replacing his fingers with his needy lips. The kiss deepened, lips parted and mouths were explored. Cedrics hands slid under Harry's jacket and round to the small of his back and pulled him closer heatedly, in need for more contact. Well, he tried to, but it was a bit awkward because of the way they were sitting. So, Harry with out breaking the kiss, moved round to staddle Cedric.
Cedric moaned as Harry ran his hands up his chest and across his shoulders, pushing his jacket off in the process. Their hands continued to roam one another, quickly unbuttoning shirts and making contact with skin. Sharp intakes of breath were taken when necessary. Harry pinched one of Cedrics nipples and was rewarded with a loud moan, bordering whimper and a thrust of the hips.
Harry broke away and started kissing down Cedric's neck, licking and lightly biting. He waited until he got down to the collarbone before biting and sucking hard, intending on leaving a mark. Cedric continued making aroused noises of approval and thrusting his hips up, grinding their erections together.
"Oh good," Cedric panted, "I'm glad," he moaned, and thrust harder as Harry rotated his hips, pushing down, "I didn't offend you." Harry leaned back slightly to look at his work before continuing to make his way down. "It's just that," Cedric groaned loudly, bucked his hips and his hands tightened on Harry's back as Harry took one of his nipples in his mouth and sucked. His head rolled back, and closed his eyes in ecstasy. "here in the country," he gasped as Harry bit his hard nub lightly, tweaking the other between his thumb and pointer. "nearly every one is at least bi," he panted and bucked harder, using his hands on Harry's hips to pull him down to meet the thrusts as Harry continued his work on the nipple, swirling his tongue around it before nipping it. "because nearly all of us have grown up here, and wasn't faced with any predigest," he gasped as Harry blew on the nub before making his way over to the other one and latching on. "and I forgot that you came from the city," his hands slid to Harry's backside and squeezed, pulling him down into the thrust and emitting a moan from the back of Harry's throat. "and that most people are predigest in the city," he finished with a whimper. He rolled his head forward and opened his eyes. Harry was intoxicating. Harry finished by blowing on the nipple before bringing Cedric into another heated kiss.
Cedric's thrusts were becoming more desperate and Harry knew he was close, so he set a fast pace and rocked them to it, hard. He made his thrusts harder, and grinded longer. Cedric was so close his muscles were tensing, so Harry slipped a hand between them and squeezed, rubbing and applying pressure in sync with their thrusts.
It wasn't long before Cedric tensed. His eyes closed and his face contorted.
"Harry," he moaned loudly which Harry quickly covered with his mouth, lest some one here. He continued to moan into Harry's mouth as his body shuddered as he rode out his orgasm.
A few moments later, he opened his eyes and looked straight into Harry's startling green ones, before pulling Harry into a deep, passionate kiss. "That was amazing," he mumbled against Harry's lips, "now let me repay you." Harry nipped his bottom lip before pulling back.
"I'll hold you to that, but not right now. No doubt some one will come looking for you soon." He grinned before he got up, holding a hand out to Cedric, who took it. His erection was slightly noticeable, but with some deep breaths and unsexy thoughts, he should be able to reduce its size before they entered the house. What was not going to go away was the darker patch on the front of Cedric's pants, who seemed to notice at the same time and groaned. Harry tried to stifle his laughs as he watched Cedric rub it fruitlessly on the inside of his jacket. Cedric looked up and glared at the highly amused boy in front of him. Harry grinned.
"That wont work," he said knowingly, "When we get inside, I'll give you a drink. You'll have to stage spilling it on yourself." Harry laughed at the disgruntled look as they fixed their clothes and started to make their way back to the house. He then focused on willing his erection away, and had done quite a good job by the time they reached the door that led into the kitchen. That was, until Cedric, who Harry had opened the door and let walk in before him, had grinned cheekily and squeezed it while walking past. Harry moaned. He closed his eyes and lent on the door as he went through all the unsexy thoughts again.
Finally reducing it to a respectable size, he closed the door and glared at Cedric while he poured them drinks. Then while passing Cedric his drink, he lent in close to his ear and whispered seductively.
"Your hicky is showing." Then he nipped the ear causing Cedric to shiver and walked out innocently.
The rest of the night went well. When Cedric walked in, he pretended to trip, and the drink spill successfully hid the stain. No one suspected a thing and soon, the Diggory's left and Harry went to bed, extremely happy.