Tremendous thanks to my friend Alexis for assisting me in writing this… for helping with the awkward as hell sentence structure… and erm… weird ways of saying things. I love you to pieces Alexis… and your obsession with masochism! And Malissa—for also assisting me with inspiration! AND I FUCKING LOVE ALL YOU REVIEWERS 3 PS I'm in a lets say fuck kinda mood, if you haven't noticed, I've been laying off the naughty language which is a first for once… as mr.g would say, Ima turn it up a notch.
As always, I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER! ETC.
Want to… what? Date? Make out more? Run away and make our own little universe?
"Uhh… What exactly is… you know?" Harry asked honestly, feeling slightly childish that he didn't know.
Cedric grinned, "Forget it… your... what thirteen? You're too young anyways."
Harry looked at his feet for a moment, feeling slightly out of place, it was a first that his age mattered. He was able to defeat he-who-must-not-be-named twice, even with his age, so why couldn't he know what "you know" was?
Cedric fled to the door, only managing to open it, due to Harry grabbing his wrist, "Stop… please, tell me."
For a moment, Cedric was determined to leave, but he knew he wouldn't get away.
"You know… how could you not know?" Cedric questioned, but only got a shrug as a reply, "Sex."
Harry's eyes widened, he wasn't expecting that response…
"Exactly, you're not interested. You probably don't even like me… I'll just go." Cedric mumbled as he made his way to the door for the second time.
"Colloportus…" Harry stated, as he aimed his wand at the door, immediately locking it.
Cedric turned around, "…clever." At first, he was going to pull out his own wand to unlock it, but if Harry really wanted this, he might as well give it to him. He found himself trapped between Harry and the door, however, according to Cedric; he wasn't going to allow it. With one hand, he grabbed Harry's wrist and with the other on his waist, he switched places with Harry.
"Harry—I'm always on the top." Cedric explained, with a smirk, "… and if you wish to play rough, I have some spells in mind."
Harry blushed slightly, feeling slightly bad and not realizing what he got himself into. Having Cedric's body pressed against his own he felt powerless… but protected… and at the same time afraid.
There was a knock at the door, Harry wanted to die… this was the worst way of coming out… being caught in a broom closet with boy wonder by a teacher.
"Fuck…" mumbled Cedric, "Who is it?"
"It's me Cho… and Maura," stated a girl from the other side of the door, "You said you'd be done in there by now."
The voice sounded partially anxious and irritated, as if she too were waiting in line to have a make out session in the cupboard. Cedric moved Harry, unlocked and opened the door.
"H-Harry, we'll have to do this… another time. Let's meet tomorrow, same time… and by the green house." Cedric suggested and went off to go talk to Cho and the girl who she was with. Harry lonely and horny (a terrible combination) went back to his dormitory finding Ron still up.
"Harry, where have you been?" Ron asked springing out of bed.
"It doesn't matter." Harry stated, and planted a kiss on Ron's lips, which left him surprised to the point that he didn't care. Harry began to change into his pajamas and he slipped into bed.
"Ron," Harry whispered, "Lay with me."
Ron tip-toed to Harry's bed and slipped under the covers and made himself comfortable. He laid his head on Harry's chest and sighed.
Harry began to place his hands in different places on Ron's body... places his hands have never been before. He bit Ron's lip, while nearly crushing his mouth into his. They kissed deeply and their teeth collided every few moments. Ron than straddled Harry, and began to pull down Harry's pajama bottoms down with his mouth. He laid kisses on his waist, getting lower and lower, until he reached Harry's erected cock. He began to suck it as if he was a new born baby getting milk from its mother's tit. Ron let the goo enter his mouth as he bit and teased Harry. Momentarily, he tried to keep the salty substance down, but he couldn't help but to spit it in the sheets.
"Ced-dric…" Harry moaned, but possibly not loud enough for Ron to hear.
Ron then began to kiss and caress Harry's thighs; however this didn't quite satisfy Harry. He rolled over and pulled Ron's pants completely off and grabbed his ass cheeks tightly, while gripping them tight enough to the point it could leave a mark. Ron let out a slight yelp of pain.
"Pull my hair…" Harry commanded, "Make me feel pain."
Ron did as told, with one hand he pulled Harry's hair, but with his other hand he grabbed Harry's behind in order to make him feel pain. Harry let out a moan of pleasure. He didn't understand what was going on with him. Firstly, he didn't understand why he wanted this, and secondly he didn't understand why Ron was giving in. He was more of 'take it slow' and 'I just want to cuddle'. Not to make him seem like the girlfriend in the relationship, but he feared going further. Although he was satisfied with his sexuality, he was told it could have been a just a stage. If it was just a stage, he didn't want to go any further, in fear that he would like it so much to the point he'd want to stay gay. he was quite irritated that he got farther (okay, almost) than Cedric in one night than with Ron in a whole relationship.