INVOLUNTARY mortal ecstasy

This is a true fanfiction to its fullest folks! This story contains an original character of my own creation (although if you read carefully enough he sounds like a spitting image of myself) and CONTAINS MASSIVELY EXCESSIVE AMOUNTS OF SLASH! If you don't like it, don't read it. And although I do highly appreciate constructive criticism please please no reviews that say such things as; "OMFG! Your writings are a travesty and a mockery of this brillant piece of literature, you should go to hell! BLAH BLAH BLAH!" I beg you, none of those. So please read, enjoy and do review . . . nicely! DISCLAIMER; Although Cedric (Robert Pattinson) equals sex I do not own him, nor Harry, nor anything JK Rowling related.

CHAPTER one; The Binding of Fate

Let's go down the list now, shall we? I am sixteen going on seventeen, oh what is a boy to . . . . sorry folks I'll try my hardest not to break into song here MOVING ON! Rebellious, sarcastic, narcissistic, loving, outgoing, literal, not always all there, fun, unprodigal, simple, purgatorying, perfect, forgiven, ironic, chaotic, spineless, sympathetic, hopeful, unsent, pure, a man, surrendering, homosexual, not all me . . . oh sorry did I skip that one? The last was homosexual, and a sixth year Hufflepuff at Hogwarts, whoopee! Didn't see that one coming now did you? Yah so you see how this works out so perfectly. Luckily it's not a terrible loss for you see, no one knows. Although there's something strange that happened this year, something that would shake the earth and leave chaos in its wake for years to come. But a withstanding love would make it through the heartbreak and turmoil. This is my life . . . this is my story.

September the first, on the train to Hogwarts I take my usual route through the train peering into the cabins to see if I recognize one, if any, of my small group of friends so that I might join them for the endless bumpy ride. Disappointed as usual I took my seat in a cabin next to the door, in the front of the train which just so happens to be my ideal position; cold, noisy, and cramped. Slumping down into one off the rock hard cushions I release a sigh of relief after having hoisted my massive trunk into the overhead compartment. After stuffing my wand (10 inches, redwood, dragon heartstring) into the breast pocket of my grey tweed blazer I threw the matching scarf around my neck and kicked my legs up onto the seat, stretching out and getting more comfortable for the long and silent ride to school.

Judging by my sense of fashion you would do well to take note that I have a tiny fetish for scarves, and am often caught violating school dress code by my needs to place myself outside the conformist method of generality. So in time I grew fond of Muggle fashion and in recent years I have subscribed to several magazines by way of owl, it was just my luck to have acquainted witches in high places. I then began to flip through the latest issue of GQ when I heard the familiar whistle and sigh of the engine which signaled our departure. I quietly laughed to myself as I listened for the stragglers to scream at the conductor for them to hold the train as they threw out their last goodbyes and run after the accelerating locomotive. But only one was heard this time around and a very distinct one at that so I set down the magazine and propped open the door to the cabin to watch.

I didn't catch his face until he boarded the train and huffed apologies at the conductor who shooed him away at the instant. When he turned to face me it was hard to draw my eyes away from his trunk that was practically falling open and dropping his garments and materials everywhere. Shaking my head and grinning at the sight I sat back down and propped up my reading material once more. Just then I heard my cabin door slide open and as soon as I looked up to scream at the first year who was desperately lost I stopped dead in my thought process to register the face of God. Cedric Diggory.

"Is this seat taken?" he asked me flashing his set of pearly whites. And when I opened my mouth to respond the words wouldn't come so I just incessantly shook my head and he took a seat, throwing his trunk down in front of him. As I tried to slide back behind my paper shield he began muttering to himself.

"Worthless piece of garbage, I knew it wasn't worth keeping after what happened at the Cup!" he said throwing his things back inside it.

"The 'Cup'?" I asked intrigued as to why Cedric Diggory, the Hufflepuff Hunk would take pity on a poor unfortunate soul as myself and not bother going to look for his Quidditch buddies to sit with and actually try conversing with me.

"The Quidditch World Cup. Didn't you go? I swear, half the world's wizarding population was there."

"No actually I couldn't afford to go and I had no means of transportation to start with. Although, I would have loved to, what was it like?" I asked setting down and closing my magazine, after all I didn't think an opportunity like this would roll around too often. Usually Cedric is surrounded by women, we had never actually had a conversation face to face accept for the occasional 'hey' as I passed through the common room. I bet he didn't even know my name.

"Oh Harvey, it was thrilling! You're Harvey, right?"

He did know my name . . . odd.

"Yah I'm Harvey, I hope you know me I've only been in your house for the past six years Cedric!" I laughed. What the hell am I doing?

"Of course I know you! Who could forget that smile?"

What did he say? Clearing his throat and diverting his eyes his smile faded and he stared out into the countryside. "Anyway, it was thrilling and not only the game but the afterparty. The Irish really know how to throw a ballyhoo!"

"I should know." I said trying to act casual after that last remark that stood out like a sore thumb.

"You're Irish?"

"Of course I'm Irish, note the pale skin and accent."

"Really now? I always thought you were English, judging by your accent that is."

He always thought? How long have we known so much about each other now? I sat there staring at him in disbelief and slight confusion for quite sometime until finally he brought me out of my daydream with a series of shouts and claps. "Oh sorry I drifted for a moment, what were you on about?" He looked disappointed then and he sat back in a position very similar to my previous arrangement that I assembled in when I first settled in on the train. "Well I'm glad you finally got to put your impeccable Defense Against the Dark Arts skills to work."

"You heard about the Death Eaters?" he jolted up, smiling again.

"Who didn't? Have you ever picked up a Prophet, Ced?" I asked smiling at him in an expecting manner.

He slumped back as his cheeks reddened and in a bashful tone he prompted me; "I hope you don't think of me as the cute but thick jock everyone stereotypes me as, do you?"

"No, I don't" I said softly as I didn't know what else to say, this was a side of Cedric I had never seen before. And as I picked up my magazine once more I heard him whisper to himself; "I'm so glad." He fidgeted in his seat several times before he finally jumped up and plopped himself right down beside me and leaned in to my line of vision.

"What are you doing?" I asked in shock, confusion, and a little disgust since he was blocking my view of the Dolce & Gabbana ad.

"Trying to find out what you're reading, I've never seen a magazine like this before what is it?"

At this point I concluded I was either dreaming or Cedric was on some strange Muggle drug, most likely cocaine or heroine. "GQ, it's a Muggle fashion magazine. Why are you suddenly so interested in what I'm reading any-" I turned my head to face him and mid-sentence I broke off because we now sat face to face and I could feel the warmth of his breath on my nose. We sat like that for at least five minutes until I began to lose myself deep within his antagonistic grey eyes that kept leading me closer and closer until the sensation of enrapture flooded my nerves as it was sealed by our lips caressing one another's until the windows began to fog and we were on the floor. The taste of his being was like the sweet nectar of lust that had longed for an eternity to flow out into our heating embrace. Although I was now so far gone that this instant could have lasted forever I felt a tightening in his pants up against my leg as we continued the exchange of desire. It seemed like a fight for oxygen that was only pushed aside by the deep longing to continue this masquerade of fantasy prolonged for what seemed like perpetuity. I took off my shirt and helped him off with his as he then grinned so widely I had to flip him over onto his back as he laughed. I began to bite at his neck as he moaned and stuck me underneath once more. And just as he began to slide his hand down my chest and into my quickly tapering jeans I fearfully heard the familiar click and begining slide of the cabin door, in an instant I tore my wand from my coat that lay sprawled across the seat without words or diverting my eyes away from this glimpse of heaven I managed to seal off our world for another hour.

The silence grew as time rolled over the scenery. Scattered trees turned to forests, rivers turned to lakes, and I turned in my seat to prop my head up against the window as I incessantly flipped through the pages of my magazine . . . . fully clothed. Cedric sat there staring out the window in a trance that read satisfaction, only breaking it due to the roar of his stomach growling. He looked up at me in confusion and I knew what was to be said next so I did not dare turn my eyes from the page or else I would have rolled over in a laughing fit.

"D-did the snack trolley ever come, because I could have sworn-" he pointed towards the cabin door and I cut him off as I turned the page.

"No, I don't think so. But here, you sound pretty hungry." I offered him a pumpkin pasty I had been storing away and he gladly took it, brushing my hand with the soft warmth of his delicate fingertips in the process. And here is where the silence shrouded over our car yet again.

Awaking from the dazed slumber that overtook my clouded mind through the passing hour I sat up, stretched, yawned and glanced over to see still slumbering Cedric; wrapped in my scarf. There was a knock at the door. Upon answering it a Ravenclaw Prefect girl stepped in to announce that we would be arriving at Hogwarts shortly and to change into our uniforms. And before I could politely thank her for bellowing out the news which startled Cedric awake, she turned and exited, slamming the cabin door behind her.

"Well looks like this is it then." I sighed as I brought down my trunk to start shucking off the glamour and draw on the orthodoxy. Once a year I had to follow dress code and first day back seemed like the perfect opportunity. As I began to strip with my back to Cedric he sat up and gazed at me with that confused look again.

"This is what then?" he asked standing and tightening my scarf around his neck.

"This is where we'll part ways for the rest of the term and you'll go back to being the oh-so popular and highly sought-after ladies man who is the shinning star that makes the name of Hufflepuff House to date." A tear rolled down my cheek as my voice rose past the point of breaking. In a silent huff I turned from him and continued undressing.

"How on earth," he began and thoughts raced through the remains of my frozen corpse as the approaching reprimanding drew nearer. Here it comes! I thought. "could I go back to that mundane life of constant drudgery after this?"

A smile grew across my face that peeked at the ends, caressing my ear lobes. I turned around and he held me tight. "So we'll see each other-"

"Every waking moment." he said to me, but then as I began to lose my self within those eyes again I sustained myself as reality struck me in the face. What was happening? Was any of this for real?

"What is this?" I asked in shock. And as the silhouette of the castle cast us in shadow as it stood proudly in front of the jackal moon he simply replied;

"Fate . . ."