"Tell me you don't want this," Cedric urged.
Harry couldn't.
"Tell me you don't want me to kiss you," Cedric bid.
But Harry did.
Colin was drunk with anticipation, feeling Draco's arms wrap around his collarbone; Draco's hands exploring every nuance of his shoulder, then neck, then chest. Draco's breath danced over Colin's neck. Seeming to act on their own volition, his hands instinctively made their way to grasp at Draco's arse,
"Tell me to stop... and I will."
But Harry wouldn't.
Colin squeezed, and Draco breathed in, quickly, hunching his back to grind his erection into Colin, never taking his eyes from the exhibition before them.
"I... no, I..." Harry stammered. Cedric reached out and brushed Harry's stomach with the bridge of his index finger. He smiled a sly, feral grin and bit his bottom lip.
"You don't have to be nervous, Harry," Cedric's voice was gentle, assuring. They stood face-to-face. Cedric towered over Harry, considerably. Harry found it difficult to look into Cedric's eyes without blushing.
"Stop being an idiot! Stay cool… stay calm…" Harry thought to himself, "Be like Malfoy: calm and cool."
Harry's quickened breath, however, betrayed him. Harry was neither cool nor calm.
Cedric reached up to Harry's chin, gently tilting his head so he could look directly into his eyes. Cedric inspected each one and, as if pondering a grand puzzle, he finally asked, "Have your eyes always been that green?"
He knew the answer: of course, they'd have always been that green. As Harry's mouth opened to respond, Cedric turned his attention to Harry's lips as they shaped to form words. His free hand cupped Harry's cheek. He didn't hear Harry's answer. His words didn't matter. The only thing that mattered was Harry's lips which required – demanded – to be kissed.
Cedric pulled Harry's face to his and kissed him, mid-sentence. It was soft… and quick. Too quick. Harry's eyes were still closed and his mouth still in that ridiculous 'o' shape when Cedric pulled back. He licked lips and whispered, "You used too much of the bubble bath, didn't you?"
Harry's eye opened, as if waking from a dream. Blushing, he answered "Uhm… yeah… I … I was hoping that you couldn't smell it. Sorry."
Cedric liked it when Harry apologized. He couldn't wait until they had their first argument. He found himself hoping that Harry would say something offensive and mean and hurtful. Cedric could lose himself in the shape of Harry's mouth when he said 'sorry'.
He drowned himself in Harry's kisses, pulling back just enough to enjoin, "Say it again, Harry… say 'you're sorry'..."
Harry swayed somewhat as his hands went up in the air. He wanted to touch Cedric, but didn't know if he should – or could. Harry breathed into Cedric's mouth "I'm sorry…" in rapid succession, tightening his hands into fists in anxious anticipation.
Cedric became impassioned with every breathy request for forgiveness. He grabbed the back of Harry's head and pulled him harder into his kisses. His tongue forced Harry's mouth open, invading it with precision and ease. Harry's eyes bulged as he felt Cedric's other hand slide down his pyjama bottoms, squeezing Harry's cheeks. Closing his eyes, Harry lost himself in the moment; in the kisses.
On the other side of the room, still covered in shadows, Colin arched his back, spreading his feet further apart, temptingly. Colin's eyes rolled in the back of his head as Draco's nimble fingers darted to his nipples, pinching them between thumb and index. Although his hands were attentive to Colin, Draco's eyes were fixed on Cedric and Harry's carnal salaciousness. Draco grabbed at Colin's throat, squeezing it; demanding obedience from him. Colin reached back and grabbed a handful of Draco's hair, turning his head enough to bring his lips to Draco's. Colin was lost. He had even forgotten about his obsessive crush on Harry Potter.
It was almost like being consumed, Harry would later recall, as if 'enough' wouldn't happen until he was all used up. With Harry's head and arse resolutely in his grip, Cedric pulled Harry closer to him, tasting him. They found themselves pressed against the stone wall of the tower. Cedric hand made its way down the small of Harry's back. Harry quivered. He let out a low moan as he felt Cedric's fingers dance beyond the elasticity of his pyjama bottoms. Cedric's fingers manoeuvred between Harry's cheeks, rubbing along the length of his crack. As the hand cupped the shape of Harry's ass, the middle finger rubbed along his taint and circled the rim of his hole.
Harry gasped when Cedric's finger entered him, edging beyond its muscled opening. Harry gripped a hold of Cedric's shoulder, tightly, wrapping one leg around Cedric's. Finger and thumb pinched, slightly, pulling on newly grown boy-hairs around the edges of his opening. Cedric could almost taste the soft, pink lushness of Harry's bottom; he certainly wanted to. Harry began rotating his hips, helping Cedric's finger go deeper and deeper into him. He managed to regain enough of his senses to fumble around Cedric's denims, trying to unbutton them. With Cedric's help, Harry's hand made its way down into Cedric's jeans, bypassing his boxers and wrapping his fingers around the hardened cock. It was warm to the touch.
Draco continued the assault on Colin's mouth, sometimes making an effort to bite and pull tenderly on bottom lip, gripping his throat, and forcing Colin's attention. Draco couldn't take his eyes off of Cedric and Harry, even when he slid his hand down Colin's front, slipping his hand in his pyjamas. Draco found his lissom fingers around warm, moist boyhood. He stroked the length of Colin's erection, gripping tighter at the base and twisting slightly as he reached the head.
"Draco… Please…" Colin whimpered.
Colin reached behind him to take Draco's prick, but Draco backed away, slightly.
"No, no, no," he whispered, letting his lips flit against Colin's earlobe, "Consider this a present."
Colin sighed and returned to caress Draco's blond hair.
Cedric imagined other parts of himself in Harry instead of merely his finger. Dizzying electricity seemed to fuel Cedric's hips at the thought of fucking Harry. Cedric hooked his finger that still lay in Harry's ass. Harry jerked at the sudden surge of pleasure when it hit his 'spot'; his muscles tensed and his grip onto Cedric tightened. Cedric buried his face into Harry's neck, losing all self- control. He began grinding into Harry like a dog in heat. Harry stopped stroking Cedric's cock, strengthened his grip and let Cedric fuck his hand.
Draco tried to match his intensity with Cedric's. His eyes narrowed as he heard Harry pant in pleasure. With his free hand, Draco began pinching and twisting Colin's nipples. Colin responded by grinding his hips harder into Draco's crotch and winced as he leaned his head on Draco's shoulder. His breaths were no more than gasps for air. His body tensed. Draco could feel Colin's cock tauten.
"Oh, Harry… I… oh… shit…"
Cedric was gasping for air, humping faster and faster. Suddenly, he stood motionless, yet tense, gripping at Harry's shoulders and biting into his neck. Between laboured breaths, he managed to plant soft kisses on Harry's bruised neck. Harry felt the hot fluid sliding down his thigh.
Colin made one final grab at the back of Draco's head, pulling on his hair and nuzzling into his neck. His back arched and every muscle contracted and stiffened as Draco continued to stroke. With his free hand Draco covered Colin's mouth, preventing him from screaming as healthy streams of cum shot out of Colin's cock. It seemed like an eternity before Colin stopped shooting his load. Regaining both balance and breath, Colin stood on his own, his sweaty back sticking to Draco's silk pyjama shirt.
Cedric and Harry slid to the floor, intertwined in each others' arms. Harry looked at Cedric, wiping the sweat from his brow and around his eyes. Cedric smiled and pulled Harry's face close to his. His kisses were soft and tender again. Harry enjoyed hearing Cedric's breathing return to normal. He was happy. He had made Cedric… happy.
"It's getting late, Cedric."
"I know," Cedric answered without moving, his face nuzzling into Harry's neck.
He pulled back swiftly, smiled, and planted a playful kiss on Harry's lips. "I owe you, Harry."
Harry blushed, "No worries, mate."
"Oh, I'm not worried," Cedric teased with a grin. He wrapped his arms around Harry completely, pulling himself into Harry's neck again. He liked it there. It felt comfortable. It felt safe. Harry rested his head on Cedric's, unable to suppress a smile when Cedric repeated, "… I owe you one …"
Neither noticed the shadows in the corner move and shift past the entrance as Draco and Colin made their way quietly down the stairs. Opening the door that lead to the main entrance hall of the school, Colin stuck his head out slightly, peering down both ends of the hall. Once he was sure they were alone, he pushed the door open further.
Draco followed, smiling as realization finally hit. Earlier in the year, he thought Cedric an unobtainable goal; a prize that could never be won. After tonight, however, he knew differently. And what of Potter; the half-blood, faux-celebrity whose very presence made Draco ill... or, at least, used to make him ill?
Colin was still dumbstruck. Walking almost aimlessly down the hallway, his mind kept replaying the night's events. Harry and Cedric…? Kissing…? Touching…? Then… maybe… Maybe it could be Colin and Harry…? Colin smiled as his schoolboy crush returned full-swing. It was like an old friend returning from a long leave of absence.
Before Colin could reach the steps that lead to the Gryffindor Tower, Draco grabbed his arm, stopping him. Draco smiled slyly as Colin turned to face him. Colin leaned in and kissed him. When Draco pulled away, Colin flashed him his best display of puppy-dog eyes, "Thank you so much, dragon," he said, genuinely.
Draco kissed Colin chastely, whispering, "No worries, biscuit."
Colin watched Draco saunter off, admiring how his silk pyjamas clung to his lithe frame. Without breaking stride, Draco turned to face Colin. With a mischievous grin, Draco mouthed the words: you owe me. But it wasn't Colin's repayment he wanted. No, after this night – this fateful night – Draco had his eyes on a new prize.