Perfect Match

Cedric hated playing Ravenclaw at Quidditch. Of all the house teams, it was Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw that were the most evenly matched. Neither side were particularly aggressive like Slytherin or constantly brilliant like Gryffindor. The yellow and blue houses seemed content to play well and enjoy their game.

Cedric always supported Ravenclaw in their matches much to the chagrin of his boyfriend, Gryffindor captain Oliver Wood. And he knew his Ravenclaw opposite Roger Davies always rooted for Hufflepuff in their games. The reasons being that the two were best of friends and had been for as long as they could remember. Since the first day of Hogwarts and beyond. The Diggorys and Davies often met up during the holidays, sharing Christmases and New Years' alternately. They even spent a week of the long Summer vacation in France together.

Today's match however had been different. The teams had tied. Ravenclaw had scored the most goals, but Cedric had caught the snitch, bringing the match to a close at 180 points each. Not bad really. Both he and Roger had been delighted.

The two sat together now at the foot of the Hufflepuff supporters' stand, making their way down a bottle of firewhiskey. A gift from Roger's father as an apology for Roger having to stay at Hogwarts that Christmas. (Cedric of course had stayed too, to keep his best friend company.)

Cedric shivered slightly, pulling his coat tighter around himself. The sky had darkened to a deep purple-black, and the first stars were lighting the February night.

'Cold 'Ric?' Roger looked across at his friend concern creasing his brow slightly. Cedric had always felt the cold more than he had. As he'd found out, almost disastrously on a Ski holiday one New Year. He'd never seen anyone's lips turn blue before, the way Ced's had.

'A little.' Cedric smiled, taking another gulp of whiskey. 'That's better,' he said agreeably. His eyes were starting to haze, but he was too comfortable to care. 'You worry too much Roger darling.'

'Maybe.' Roger laughed. 'But I can't help it. Not when it comes to you anyway Cedric dearest.' He grinned, casting a spell to create a small orb of blue flame that radiated heat.

'Clever… you'll have to teach me that one. I can only conjure that in a jar.'

'Course I'll teach you.' Roger shuffled closer, leaning his shoulder against Cedric's and taking a drink. 'So where's Oliver? I thought he was joining us tonight.'

'Oh.' Cedric stared at the sky again. 'He… uh… he decided he needed to work on his game plan for their next match. Apparently our drawing means that you are no longer the buffer protecting Gryffindor from Slytherin, or something. But he sends his apologies.' Cedric took another drink or two.

Roger tutted slightly. 'That boy is just-'

'He's very passionate about Quidditch.' Cedric cut across him. 'It's not his fault.'

Roger lapsed into silence, drinking quietly for a while. It wasn't long before the whiskey had gone. Neither boy could be bothered to make a move towards the castle. They were content to be with each other, sharing company and reliving past scrapes. The moon climbed into the sky, casting its ethereal spell over all that lay below.

'You're shivering again Diggsy. Maybe we should go inside?'

'No. I'm okay. I want to watch the stars a little longer.' He turned silver-grey eyes on Roger. 'Please?'

His best friend sighed. He never had been able to go against that look. He moved closer, wrapping his arm around Cedric, pulling him into his body, sharing his heat.

Cedric sighed, snuggling closer, leaning his head on Roger's shoulder. 'It's nice.'

'What?' Roger looked down at his friend, smiling slightly at the comment.

Cedric smiled back. 'Here with you, its nice. Always is.' He slipped his arm round Roger's waist, pressing closer.

'Mmm certainly is…' Roger pressed a playful kiss to the top of Cedric's head. 'You're daft. You know that?'

'Absolutely.' Cedric held his eyes and Roger felt lost. They were so very close and everything about Cedric was so familiar and real and safe.

'That's why you love me Mr. Davies.'

'I know and I do. I really do.'

Cedric's mouth quirked into a small smile and a glow came to his cheeks. 'You do huh?' He inched closer.

'I do.' Roger leant forwards.

'Really?' Cedric's breath danced across his lips.

'Uh huh.' Roger's eyes closed as their mouths met. The kiss was gentle, their lips barely touching at all.

Cedric pulled away and Roger heard a sigh escape his lips. He opened his eyes and was caught in that gaze once more. He felt Cedric's hand slipping under his coat, stroking down his body, and he wished that his jumper and t-shirt weren't in the way. So he could feel that touch on his skin.

'I always wondered…'

'What?' Cedric was close again, his face, beautiful in the moonlight, filled Roger's vision and they were kissing again.

Cedric felt Roger's fingers run through his hair, pulling him closer; their mouths crushed together, his opening instinctively as Roger's tongue slid against his lower lip. He tasted whiskey and cinnamon and heat as their tongues pressed against each other's. Roger's arm tightened around him, pulling him down on top of the Ravenclaw as they sank to the ground.

They broke apart, breathless. Cedric looked down at Roger, taking him in as if for the first time. His blue-black hair hung to the nape of his neck and usually framed his face, but as he lay beneath Cedric it had fallen back, so a single lock lay across his forehead, while the rest fell against the grass. His indigo eyes were wide, reflecting the starlight. And as he stared back at Cedric a new glow seemed to light them, making them even more spectacular.

Roger looked away from Cedric's gaze, finding the unblinking mercury eyes a little too intense.

'I wondered too…'

He felt Cedric's fingers slip beneath his jumper.

'You did?' he smiled slightly as the fingers made their way under his t-shirt and hesitated.

'Yeah…' Cedric kissed him gently, ghosting his fingertips across smooth skin.

Roger moaned softly, feeling his skin tingle at the touch.

Cedric's fingers slid across his friend's stomach, pressing against toned muscles. He smiled; the Ravenclaw had always kept himself in good shape, managing to do so without altering his beautifully slim frame.

Roger felt Cedric's smile against his lips and tensed his stomach. Cedric purred in approval and Roger kissed him hard. His hands found a way past Cedric's open coat, and flicked open the buttons of his dark green shirt. He slid his hands up Cedric's sides and round his back, eliciting another appreciative noise from the Hufflepuff.

'Ced…'

'Sssh…' Lips pressed against his and he didn't protest, surrendering to the slightly older boy. He felt Cedric's hand side lower, fingers opening his fly.

'Ced…'

'Sssh…' Cedric moved his mouth to Roger's neck; sucking the skin gently as he slipped his hand into the younger's boxers. Enjoying the first feather-light touch and the gasp of his friend. 'Like that?'

'Oh…' Roger's eyes widened as Cedric's hand moved slowly down his cock. 'Yeah… I…'

Cedric smiled, kissing Roger quickly. 'I thought you might.'

Roger's eyes closed as Cedric moved his hand gradually faster, knowing exactly how to touch and where. Cedric's mouth found the sensitive skin of his neck with ease and once the groan escaped his lips he knew the Hufflepuff would remember the place. Sure enough, teeth grazed over the spot and Roger moaned. His hands tightened around Cedric, nails digging into the smooth skin of his back.

Cedric's hand squeezed in reaction to the nails, biting down on Roger's neck, and dragging his own nails against the length of Roger's cock. The Ravenclaw arched into his touch, hips flicking in time. He could feel heat pooling in his stomach and groaned, wanting so much more from Cedric. His heart beat faster as Cedric's mouth moved to the centre of his chest, teeth grazing against skin as he trailed lower.

Cedric's thumb glided across the head and Roger shivered, his eyes opening as Cedric's touch withdrew. He looked down, feeling Cedric shifting above him. The older boy folded his tongue round his thumb, liking the pre-cum slowly, eyes fixed on Roger's. He smiled slightly before ducking his head.

'Uhhnngh…' Roger arched off the floor as Ced took him whole, sucking hard. He let go of Cedric, trying to brace himself against the ground instead. He succeeded only in pulling up clumps of grass.

His chest heaved as he panted, trying to catch his breath. Cedric moaned and the vibrations almost sent Roger over the edge, but he held on, slipping his hands under Cedric's collar to grasp his shoulders. He moved his hips against Cedric, groaning as his friend matched him, tongue swirling hard.

'Ced… Oh…' Roger clawed at Cedric's shoulders nails dragging hard against his skin, leaving scratches in their wake. He came hard, eyes closing tightly. A noise startled him and he opened them, staring past Cedric.

'Oh shit…' he shifted beneath Cedric, pushing him away.

'Is that any way to say thank you?' Cedric laughed, wiping his mouth against his wrist and sitting back on his heels. Then he caught sight of the look in Roger's eyes. 'What? Did I do it wrong?'

'Oliver…' Roger's brain couldn't quite comprehend what was happening. He hastily got himself together, doing up his jeans. 'Oliver… I… I'm…'

Cedric frowned, not understanding until he followed Roger's gaze. His mouth dropped open. Oliver Wood stood, staring down at them; his eyes glittered oddly in the starlight.

'I thought I'd come down after all.' He looked from Cedric to Roger, eyes prickling. 'But I see you didn't want company.' He turned stiffly and strode away across the Quidditch pitch. Pain blossomed in his chest as if he'd been cursed. He couldn't believe what he'd just seen. He didn't want to believe. He heard his name, but didn't stop.

'Oliver! Oli… wait… please!'

A hand grabbed his shoulder, stopping him in his tracks. He wanted to knock the hand away, to carry on walking, but he couldn't. Cedric had moved to bar his way.

'Oliver I… I can explain…'

'You don't have to.' Oliver refused to look at his lover, choosing instead to stare at the distant castle.

'I don't… I don't know why I…' Cedric touched his face. 'Can't you look at me?'

Oliver turned his eyes on the boy who stood before him. He swallowed, feeling the tears fall and hating himself for it.

'Oh…' Cedric's breath caught in his throat. The raw pain in Oliver's eyes too much for him to take. 'Oliver…'

'You've been drinking.' Oliver stepped back, out of reach. 'I guess I should have known. You and Roger are so close. I just didn't see how close, until now.'

'No! Merlin, no. We're not. It was a mistake. The first one, I swear.' Cedric reached out for him, but Oliver flinched away.

'I trusted you. I let you in.' Oliver's voice shook as his emotion took hold. Tears fell freely and he didn't try to stop them.

'Oliver I swear it was only this once.'

Oliver whimpered, crying harder. 'Once! You don't realise do you? Even if it is the only time, it doesn't make it okay. You said you loved me. You told me I was the only one. But I can't be can I? Not if you did that with Roger… you obviously want him too.'

'No. No I don't. I don't love him in that way. I do love you. I guess… I always wondered about Roger… I've known him forever… but I should never have done anything. I never would have but… I…'

'You'd been drinking, so you thought you would. That I'd never know so it wouldn't hurt?'

'Yes! No… I mean…'

'I loved you. I told myself I was so lucky to have you. You of all the kids in school. You're the one everyone wants. Why would you look twice at me, when you could have anyone? I loved you…'

'Loved…' Cedric bit his lip. 'Don't you…?'

Oliver drew a shaky breath. 'No.' He lied, breaking down. 'I don't. Now just leave me alone, go back to Roger, be the perfect match for him. Because you're not mine. I don't ever want to see you again.'

Cedric closed his eyes, stepping aside to let Oliver pass. His world crashing down around him as he heard Oliver's footfalls sprint away. What had he done?