Title: A New Teacher
Author: Azure K Mello
Part number: chapter four
SPOILERS: HBP
Pairing: None Yet.
Summery: Can Harry accept his new Occlumency teacher and find what he needs to learn or will his own preconceptions tear them apart?
Harry avoided Snape when the man came. He went up to his room and stayed away. He felt the man trying to get into his mind and he blocked him out with a simple thought of "No". The man's sibilant whisper in his mind, outside of his shield say, said, "Better". And he sneered at the sheer gall.
When he finally came downstairs Malfoy said, "Why avoid him when you're living with me?"
"I can forgive you."
"Why?" Malfoy sounded tired and not at all pleased with Snape's visit, "I tried to do it."
"It's deeds not words." Harry realized with some shock that it was true. But then, to be honest, he didn't think he would have ever forgiven the blond if he hadn't broken into his mind and seen Malfoy's mother being murdered in front of her son. They'd been training and, as he sometimes had done with Snape, Harry pushed the other man out of his mind so forcefully that he saw behind Malfoy's shields and seen the whole act before Draco could block him.
The words made Malfoy laugh, "So you're a suffragette now?"
"Be quiet, Let's just do this and go to bed."
Over the next few days Harry got better and better. Draco started trying to break into his sleeping mind but Harry could feel him and block him. Malfoy had little finesse as he hadn't tried to break into many dream in the past. One night Harry's dream was of a very personal matter. He opened his eyes at the feel of lips on his skin.
"What are you doing?" he asked in a sleepy rasp as Cedric kissed down his ribs.
"Tasting you," replied the other boy softly.
"Are you hungry?" joked Harry.
"Always," replied Cedric in a serious tone.
As the older boy kissed a path lower Harry whinged, "Cedric, I'm tired. We dealt with dragons today. It's not saying anything against you or how good you make me feel. I just want rest."
Nodding Cedric crawled up the bed and pulled Harry close to him, "Just 'good'?"
"Amazing, brilliant, half murdered with joy," Harry expounded, "Go to sleep." Feeling how rigid his lover was he said, "You're so hard."
"Of course I'm hard; I've been denied."
"No," Harry said with a huff of laughter, "you're tense."
"I guess the dragons really scared me."
"You were great!" Harry protested now fully awake upon hearing of his lover's distress.
"I wasn't frightened for me, you dolt. You looked so little out there. I wanted to drag you away, bring you back to bed, and totally ignore the contest until it's over."
Confused Harry said, "I thought you wanted to be in the Tournament."
"I do but not when you're in danger. I wish you hadn't put your name in the Goblet."
Sounding as tired as he felt Harry said, "I didn't. I'm sorry that you're scared but I'm scared too. I didn't ask for this. I don't know why you don't believe me but I wouldn't sign up for this. Danger and adventure aren't fun to me. I just want us to get through it."
"You just looked so little," Cedric repeated.
While wrapped up in Cedric's tight embrace Harry felt little. While he was only two years older than Harry the boy still thought his lover was built more like an adult than him. The legs and arms that were banned around him were so long, strong, and defined. He smiled into gray eyes feeling young, cherished, and safe he laughed, "Everyone's little compared to you."
"Are you calling me fat?" he asked with a cocked eyebrow, pleased to be distracted from his thoughts.
"Ricky," Harry said in a singsong voice.
"Don't call me that. Only those. . ." he trailed off trying to think of the word.
"Groupies?" offered Harry.
"Groupies," he agreed, "call me that."
"I am a groupie."
With a warm smile Cedric corrected, "No, you're my guy." He gently ran his fingers over Harry's cheek. The slighter boy moved into the caress and released a happy noise. "Thought you were tired?"
"It's hard to be tired when you touch me."
"Can I touch you? You don't have to do anything. You rest: fall asleep if you like. I want to touch you and taste you. Remind myself you're alive."
"How can I deny you that?" asked Harry threading one hand into Cedric's fingers and the other into his beautiful hair. He moved onto his back and said, "I want to say something but I'm afraid of what you'll think because we haven't said it."
Cedric was once again working his way down Harry's flank as he said, "I'll make it easy: I love you."
Deadpan Harry said, "I was going to say, 'I think we're ready to adopt a puppy' but okay."
"Shush." Cedric's tongue traveled over Harry's belly button and hips- avoiding his half awake shaft- as his free hand moved Harry's legs apart.
Realizing where the clever muscle was headed Harry pulled gently at the hair in his grip, "That's not a place you're mouth should be touching."
"You said I could taste you," Cedric reminded him as he looked up.
As he felt his face turn beetroot he whispered, "It's weird."
"No, it's not," The other boy laughingly assured him.
"So you do this to all the boys?"
"No, I've never want to do this to anyone else but you."
"So why the sudden urge?"
"Krum said Delacour was a tight arse and I thought, 'Not as tight as my Harry'. And I saw my tongue inside of you. I want to taste a part of you that no one ever has."
"No one's tasted any of me!" Harry said indignantly. "I've never even kissed anyone else. You're my sexual history."
"Then let me make you feel good. If you don't like it I'll stop."
"What if you don't like it?" asked Harry.
Hearing the worried note in the tone Cedric rolled his eyes melodramatically and said in a warm, loving voice that undermined the sarcastic eye movement, "I'll stop and enjoy swallowing you down to the root instead. You're supposed to be half dead with pleasure not freaked out."
"Half murdered with joy," Harry corrected.
"So relax and let me do all the hard stuff."
Harry said softly, "I do love you."
The mirth in Cedric's eye shone and he said, "And after graduation we'll get a puppy. Now stop distracting me from my fun."
Not wanting to distract, Harry focused on the way the moon light crept between the bed curtains and played on soft brown air. Sensation ripped over flesh like storm winds on the tundra. And too soon they were lying in a shaking, sated lump of sweat and sticky giggles. Harry said, "Am I alive?" Cedric gave a tired nod as he cast cleaning spells over them and licked come off his lip. He wasn't sure who it belonged to but it filled his mouth with warm comfort. "Will you be able to sleep now?" He yawned and nodded with his forehead against the slighter man's shoulder.
Just as Harry was about to drift off to another dream he felt Malfoy's presence. "No," he thought and pushed against the feeling. He pushed so hard he felt his mind fall away from itself and into. . .