All is Jo's none is mine.
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This fic is the product of many, but I claim any and all flaws contained in it.
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Rated: R
First time writer.
Gary-stu alarm. Excuse: We know little about Cedric and/or his social circle, so I had to create some original characters.
Star Crossed by D.c.
Chapter I
"If then lovers have been ever crosse'd, It stands as an edict in destiny: Then let us teach out trial patience, Because it is a customary cross, As due to love as thoughts and dreams and sighs, Wishes and tears, poor fancy's followers." (Act I Scene I) Mid-Wizard Night's Dream
Cedric Diggory woke up at dawn. Shifting in his bed, spreading his legs to, unconsciously, accommodate his very sizable erection. He began to listen to the wind outside, to the tiny droplets of morning rain that hesitantly hit the windows, and the small sounds of stirring bodies and shuffling blankets. He remembered the dream and breathed deeply, feeling discomfiture yet oddly pleased. Without really thinking to do it, the hand that had lain casually on his chest slipped down his body to his penis, thumbing the head of it, and feeling for the tiny little hole and the pre-cum that beaded out, holding the trunk of his cock hard and fast making his hand emulate a hole as closely as it could.
The dream had started badly. He was running in a maze and he heard the voice of his now diseased lover screaming at him from all sides so that he didn't know where to run to. Suddenly, he had been sucked out of the maze, lifted up as if by a giant hand and hurtled toward Hogwarts. Cedric screamed to be taken back, but he couldn't move his hands, they felt slow and clumsy trying to search for his wand under his robes. He felt impotent, paralyzed, and he heard the thumping of his heart like a drum, echoing.
Down, down, down, Cedric fell into the lake, all the way down into the muddy water, darkness all around him, choking he tried to scream, but it was as if the darkness covered up the sounds and there was a great silence where the drums had been. At last, he hit muddy bottom and algae quivered under him, hypnotic and beckoning. All of a sudden, a hand tugged at his robes, pulling him upwards with such force that once he broke water he felt like he was falling into the sky instead of flying toward it. Could it be—could it be Gabriel, come to rescue him?
Yet his dark-haired lover was dead now, wasn't he?
Images threw themselves upon him, and he couldn't really see or focus on anything. Flashes of unicorns dying, hippogriffs burning, plummeting toward the earth, flying maggots eating at the foundations of Hogwarts, and then…
Harry Potter squirming and moaning wantonly below him, and he was entering the boy, pushing his manhood in and out of the tightened opening, undulating his hips like Gabriel had taught him in order to skillfully caress that magical place inside a man's body that made the coldest lover quiver with pleasure. The boy's face was suffused with blood, an expression that quavered between ecstasy and pain, breathing so harshly it sounded as if his lungs were filled with sand, exhaling between each thrust: "I'm here, I'm here." Harry's body began to shake, his eyes staring at Cedric in disbelief and as the young boy began to orgasm—
His eyes popped open.
And as he tried to reach his own lonely climax—
"Cedric?" said Kane, scrambling into bed next to Cedric, snuggling up to him and inadvertently removing any chance for a decent culmination. "Oy, luv, what do you have under there?"
"Leave it alone, Kane, you've done enough," said the Golden Boy, frowning and yet not managing to feel truly angry toward the rascally young Hufflepuff.
"Wish you'd allow me to help you with that," countered Kane, smirking a little and winking at Cedric, not really expecting invitation. "I heard you talking in your sleep, must have been some liquid dreams, eh?"
"Don't get too excited, it's just morning glory," said Cedric, poking Kane in the ribs.
"Was that your finger, Cyd? Very glorious it is too," said Kane, flicking his straight hair out of his face and pretending to pull back the covers.
"Go back to your bed, K. I don't want rumors started that we're…" said Cedric, motioning vaguely with his hands.
"Don't want your reputation ruined? Extra! Extra, read all about it! Jap Lothario in bed with Golden Boy Huffle-seeker!" said Kane in a high, falsetto voice.
"Keep your voice down," whispered Cedric, distractedly running his fingers through his hair, his eyes on the bed canopy.
"What's wrong, Cyd? There's something on your mind," said the fellow Hufflepuff absentmindedly tracing his finger on Cedric's face, from forehead to chin.
"I'm not telling you," said Cedric with only half a smile.
"Why not?" said Kane.
"I know how close you are to the Oriental Gang, my luv, I haven't forgotten," the smile having frozen on his face.
"You mean Chang and the Parvatis?"
"Who else?"
With a stifled sigh, Kane continued, "You're still going on about that? That was a year ago."
"They still speak of it," said Cedric, lowering his voice further.
"They have nothing else to talk about, the pathetic little girls with pathetic little lives—
"That you love to gossip with."
"Yes," this time he did not stifle his sigh, "Yes. Look, luv, I was drunk and she had given me a most delicious little morsel of news. A morsel of news that coincidentally provided me regular amounts of prime-cut arse for quite a few months. I could only repay one confidence for another, and my judgment was impaired. As you have repeatedly reminded me for the past year, the confidence should have been my own and not yours. I apologized, you said you had forgiven me. That's that. I really don't know how to tell you how very sorry I am."
"I understand, and I've forgiven you, but I can't forget, not just yet."
"It's not fair, Cyd-luv, you know that it came out in the papers a week later," said Kane, exasperation in his voice.
"Yes, and it might have been a week less of torture and murmuring. It was awful the way people came up to me with their hideous condolences."
"You dreamt of him, didn't you? This is where the dark thoughts and erection the size of China, comes from," said Kane, touching his shoulder and insinuating himself closer to the seeker.
"Why did you never like him? Why did you never like—like—Gabriel?" said Cedric, moving away from Kane in order to stare into his eyes.
"Cyd, Cyd, Cyd, it's not that I didn't like him. It's just…well, he was where I wanted to be. Metaphorically and literally, my friend."
"You've never wanted more than a shag, with me Kane. I mean, you've wanted many shags—
"You've only given me one."
"Yes, but the point is—
"The whole monogamy thing. I think it's just ridiculous. The Muggles have infiltrated our sexual culture at an alarming rate, my dear," said Kane, laying his head on Cedric's chest and gently touching one of his nipples.
"The Diggorys have always been monogamous, Kane. I don't really know what you're talking about," replied Cedric, idly swatting Kane's hand away.
"I could try monogamy for you," said Kane, slipping his hand down Cedric's chest, following the trail the golden boy had wandered only minutes earlier.
"And you would fail," sliding out of bed as Kane's hand lay hold of his shaft.
"Slippery little bugger, aren't you?" said Kane, plopping his head back on the pillow, "You should have been a Slytherin, except you're handsome, have good hair, aren't anti-social and don't have any problem with color coordination."
"I thought you liked how Snape dressed," said Cedric, pulling on a pair of boxers.
"Yes, well, I enjoy that whole S&M scene," said Kane, looking at Cedric and languidly stroking his nether regions.
"You're obscene, and I'm getting dressed, so go away."
"Alright, it's the undressing part I like to stay for," and with that the beautiful Japanese boy trounced back to his own bed.
Midsummer Night's Dream