INVOLUNTARY mortal ecstacy
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 three; Time Limit
"Divination, again?" I cried. The next morning at breakfast Professor Sprout was handing out our class schedules and moans of sorrow rang soundly throughout the chatter within the hollowed walls of the Great Hall.
"What's the problem?" Cedric asked, concerned, while the worshipers continued to glower into their porridge.
"They stuck me in Divination again! This will make it the second year I've had to retake it!" I sobbed overdramatically. "That means I have it with the fourth years, and worse yet . . . Gryffindor." Several gasps echoed down the table for all knew Gryffindor was the enemy. Although Cedric had beaten them for the Inter-House Qudditch Cup only last term, there was no telling how far they would go to take revenge.
"Oh Harvey, I'm so sor-" Cedric sighed as he reached out for my hand lying on the table when a jittery fangirl intercepted him.
"What classes do you have Ced, hmmm, why don't we compare schedules?" And with that she ripped it from his hands and took off to join a giggling gaggle of chirping cheerleaders.
"Sorry about that." said Cedric dismally as he returned to his fork. I sat there without sound, watching . . . reflecting. He felt sorry for me. He even tried to comfort me by attempting to grab my hand. I wonder if he . . .
"Well I'm off to class." With a clang of his dish he jumped up and took off. I watched him pace quickly down the rows of benches in regret; he should have at least said good-bye. So after checking to see if anyone was plotting to use Cedric's leave of absence to pounce on me like a hungry vulture I left under the cover of swift flight. As I ran up the stairs and turned sharply onto the appropriate floor, I thought for a moment that I might be able to catch Ced before his Transfiguration lesson began.
No luck, he was no where in sight. Slightly let down, I headed back towards the stairway when suddenly a hand burst out from behind a door and I was sucked into a dark and dank broom closet. "Boo." whispered Cedric as he wrapped his arms around my torso.
"What are you doing?" I laughed.
"Why I'm only having my mid-morning snack, that's all!" he said as he cut my breath with the seal of a kiss.
Making my way up the winding stairwell to Professor Trelawney's wretched classroom loft I tried to straighten up after having that go at it in the closet. I was just happy I didn't wear those massively bulky robes that made everything look huge and I looked just as classy in my sweater vest. I was set straight my tie as a chattering pack of fourth year Gryffindor's swept past me, nearly knocking everything out of my book bag. After cleaning up my things and stepping into the dim and musty room, I took a seat near the front by myself. Luckily no one enjoyed sitting there because of which the Professor liked to flash up in front of random students and cry out their inevitable fate in front of the entire procession, good thing too my fate was set and sealed (I was to be slaughtered mercilessly by savage centaurs in front of Buckingham Palace at the age of sixty two). It was the best she could come up with I suppose, so I kept my cries of hilarity to myself and tried not to stand out too much.
"Welcome my sweets," said bug-eyed Trelawney in a misty tone as she swept into the room. "To a new term at Hogwarts School, I trust you all had a long and prosperous break I am glad to see that each and every one of you has fared well in the precedent weeks. No today will be easy I just want you all to practice seeing into your crystal balls."
Several Gryffindor's snorted violently and had a laughing fit at the sound of 'balls'. How very mature of this fine set of scholars. I thought to myself and shook my head while I listened for the rest of the assignment.
"However if others would prefer it you may perform a tarot reading for your partner instead. Ah Mr. Edun seeing how you lack a comrade of sorts might I have the honor of performing a read-." She was cut off by the door slamming open and then shut again as a girl with wildly brown bushy hair stormed in the room. She clutched an armful of books in one arm as she stuffed a necklace down her blouse with the other. Mumbling an apology to Trelawney under her breath she threw herself into the seat opposite me. Professor blinked a few times, nodded and wafted away.
"Hermione Granger." she stated outstretching her hand.
"Harvey Edun." I replied with caution as I grasped hands with her. We shook once and released and she tore instantly to rummaging through her bag.
"So what's the assignment?" she asked me and I explained to her as I set up my own set of tarot cards, the only part of Divination I enjoyed.
"Perfect!" she replied. "I loathe this course but I've been practicing just so I can pass this term, so lets get to it shall we." And she tore the cards from my hands and began dealing them out using the the Romany Draw layout. In this system of tarot reading, the card-reader shuffles the deck, then spreads out all of the cards, asking the querent ((the person for whom the cards are being read)) to pick three cards, one at a time. The card-reader then flips the cards over, the one on the left telling of the past, the middle one telling current events, and the one on the right telling the future.
Gazing at the painted on embroidery of the cards backside I thought carefully of the prediction about to unfold before me. I had my superstitions and tarot cards are one of those that never lie. Choosing with every precaution I selected my three points of destiny as Hermione slowly turned them over. From left to right read my past; The Magician, my present; The Lovers, my future; Death. Hermione looked down at them with a deep look of concentration then opened her mouth to speak and closed it again and kept thinking. I however was stunned, an exact depiction of my life so far lie before me however Death was the twist.
"P-Pr-Professor," I called as she seemed to jitter over blinking wide-eyed at me. "What does this mean exactly, I-I don't quite understand it." She took in my question nodding and studied the cards. She muttered to herself for a while and gasped at occasion and then turned back to us.
"Here you see," she indicated The Magician. "This card represents your past apparently you have a strong magical history in your family and judging by the position of the card it comes from a lost branch in your family tree. Consisting of powerful Muggles and great wizards, I wouldn't doubt it if you could trace your bloodline all the back to the start of this school." I was aghast with accuracy, she was absolutely correct but I continued to sit there in disbelief.
"And here," she pointed to The Lovers. "Here lies a love so strong but so premature it hasn't had time to blossom. I do not know who this partner might be but whoever they are, they are in for a thrill. The way this card is tilted and the set polarity of the face reads that the two star-crossed partners shall billow through reality with the wrath of an empty desire to rid the world of all those who might frown upon a pairing as such."
Wow, I thought to myself. She's good.
"But here," she said shifting the card's position slightly. "Here my dear boy is the downfall of forgotten veracity. A death shall rapture the makeup of true bliss sending chaotic tremors of shock and terror echoing throughout the dawning of a new chapter in your life. Time stands still on this faithful day, and none shall know of the actual events that take place whilst the black angel hovers anxiously above your meeting. My child I'm truly sorry, I deeply sympathize. It is inevitable of course but . . . he is going to die."
My eyes grew wide, my heart stopped, the room lie still every occupant lost in thought, my eyes rolled into the back of my head and I blacked out.
A/N; Thanx for the reviews guys, keep 'em coming. New chapter up soon, continue to R&R!