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 four; Uninvited

A whispering bombardment of prejudice and hate echoed through the back of my mind. Slowly I was lifted out of my deep slumber only to realize that the voices were trapped alongside me in reality. In fear of what I might come to find my eyes cautiously batted open to reveal the grinning Cheshire cat that was Ms. Hermione Granger looming over me with a great sigh of relief. She brushed her mangly brown locks from her eyes and smiled so wide I thought I'd see the rest of her gums. But that's not what I was currently occupied with at that precise moment in time, although she was at a loss for words her companions were not as short-handed.

Mr. Ronald Weasley and Mr. Harry Potter stood a few feet from the foot of my bed, bickering over some unknown cause. Unfortunately it did not take me long to decipher the series of hisses and pleas. "Why can't we just head off to supper like the rest of this school, eh Harry? We have no sentimental attachment to this fairy." Ron jeered in my general direction.

"Ron, please." Harry seemed to plead in my defense, surprisingly. "You and I both know we could care less for the art freak but sadly Hermione has gone off and somehow made friends with it. We'll just stay with her until he wakes up and then we'll blow out of here. Whaddya say?"

Ron shuffled his feet and pouted at Harry as his cheeks flooded with blood and his forehead began perspiring immensely. He kicked at the tiles on the floor and huffed. "But I'm so hungry! Hermione can't you sit on his face or something? That's how Fred and George always get me up when mum's been screaming her head off for me." I watched as Hermione shook her head and rolled her eyes. She hoisted herself down off the bed and marched over to the bumbling oafs.

"Will you two stuff it?" she hissed smacking Ron in the back of your head. "He's just woken and he probably heard you running your mouths off about him for the past hour as well. I'm ashamed of you, both of you. Apologize this instant!" They rolled their eyes at her and tried desperately to contain their hilarity.

"Sorry mate." they uttered in unison and with that they made their way to the door.

"Best of luck Harvey, hope you fell better! Um, I'll see you in class then?" Hermione gazed hopefully at me.

"Sure thing babe," I winked. "Listen, Hermione . . . thank you." She gazed at me in a little confusion as she stepped down from her tippy-toes. I swear her and Cedric in confusion could be almost identical.

"For what?" she asked me.

"For staying with me, that's all. I really do appreciate it you know. I only wish that Ced-." I was cut off by the slamming of the hospital wing door up against the wall. Harry and Ron just barely dodged out of the way as Cedric came rushing in. Speak of the devil. I thought to myself. Oh who am I kidding? He came! I knew he'd be worried about me. But just as my fantasy of the knight in shinning armor was about to step out into reality in the form of my new found love a flick of the eye threw me off guard. I had no idea if this was truth or just my mind trying to play tricks on me within my weak state. As Cedric stopped the world to storm in upon my awakening he glanced over at Ron and Harry and somehow managed to only grab Harry's attention. In a slow motion crossover Harry seemed to furrow his eyebrows slightly. Cedric flashed that infamous smile and as my heart almost gave out he winked and Harry's lips twisted into an awkward smile followed by a nod as he filed out the door behind Ron and Hermione.

My draw dropped open as Cedric sat down at my bedside. He smiled whilst looking slightly worried at the same time. Reaching up he shut my mouth and laughed a little. "You know you have got to stop these things or you'll drool all over your unparalleled wardrobe." Flattery was sweet but somehow it didn't strike me the same as before. That last instant set my thoughts off balance, but it didn't matter at all to me. He was there by my side, at last. He scanned the surroundings checking for any persons who might like to sit in on our meeting. When not a flicker of shadow was left to be seen he seized my hand and rubbed it against his neck, softly enough to demonstrate his affections with the smallest of gestures. "Are you alright?" he asked looking me dead in the eyes.

"Of course darling," I lied. "Just a little case of first day jitters . . . I hate for you to see me like this." I tried to hide my face by burying my chin into my shoulder but he would not allow it. He took his hand and caressed my cheek, gently tickling the back my ear with the warmth of his fingertips.

"I'd be devastated enough if I could not see you at all, let alone how dark the day would be if there wasn't the glow of your smile to brighten up my life."

Wow . . . I thought. Did he write that? How extremely poetic, I mean . . . wow! Seriously any guy who's an artist in any way shape or form holds the key to my heart. But this one, this one is something special. Screw the cards, they're never right anyway. And with that thought in mind we sat there just talking about our lives for what seemed like hours when we broke off into a long pause as the sun began to set on the distant horizon of the black lake. The tainted clouds shielded the glare of the majestic ornament as it sank deep into the depths of what would soon become the engulfing twilight when Cedric jumped up.

"Are you sure you're alright?" he asked me once again. I nodded and reassured his light interrogations but then he looked at me with a look that just screamed; "don't lie" as my stomach roared. I laughed and held in my chest, "Nothing a butterbeer won't cure." He smiled at me, winked and took off for the door. In a little shock I shook my head and called after him. "Where are you going?"

"I'll be right back!" he called as he took off down the hall. I laughed and slumped back into my bed. Playing with my bangs as I waited I sat their reminiscing upon our little time spent together and already so much had happened. I sighed and looked out at the falling moonshine when I heard a clatter of bedpans in the corner of the room by the door. I leaned forward hoping to find Cedric but saw an unexpected character instead. Harry stood in the doorway sending me the dirtiest look I'd ever seen. Soon after he deserted my line of vision, Cedric stepped into the frame. He carried two bottles of butterbeer in one hand and carried a plate piled with food in the other.

"Hungry?"

That night after the strange happening of Mr. Potter's eagerness to eavesdrop really got my thoughts ticking. Why was he so interested in us? Not many people in the school cared for him anyway, who would believe him if he told people Cedric was gay? Still not much mattered to me in this point in time, I had not a care in the world, I was in love with Cedric Diggory. Anyways, I was forced by Madam Pomfrey to remain in the hospital overnight for no apparent reason. I was fine, although still troubled by the card reading. But I suppose a goodnight's rest did me some good. The next morning I was raring and ready for classes.

To my surprise I was accompanied by Hermione in Herbology that afternoon, I had no idea she was that advanced for a fourth year. So we got to talking and we were really starting to hit it off. I was only glad to make some friends since I practically had none anyways. When we had finished our assignment she showed me some handy tricks to use for everyday life, none that I would ever dream of before I had met her. It's good to have friends of practical magic, trust me it pays off in the end.

When evening time had rolled around and I had straightened up from my laughing fits with Hermione, I dragged myself back to Hufflepuff common room and threw myself into my dormitory. I stumbled into the room and nearly collapsed onto the bed. Tossing my book bag onto the desk I noticed something quite peculiar, there was no trace of Cedric in the room. I thought maybe he had gone down to dinner but it was already eight o' clock they would have finished by then. I took a seat in front of the fire and started in on my potions essay when a voice called out from the darkness.

"Harvey . . ." I whirled around in fright to see who it could be.

"Hello?" but all the reception I received in return was the darkness around me and the flicker of flames on the walls. I shrugged it off returned to my writings when it called again. The misty tone reverberated through my ears and sent a warm sensation swimming down my spine. The familiarity in the tone of voice set me in my comfort zone and I rose to find the one who desired my warmth alongside his.

Removing my shoes and socks and taking off my shirt I soon discovered that the voice was coming from inside the Prefects bathroom. I pushed through the wall and found myself in a thick haze of aromas that cast an eerily calm atmosphere when it passed through the reflections of the stained glass windows. The bath in the center was still filling itself with hot water as I went further, the bubbles flowed over the edge and caressed the cold tiles under my feet. The man in the bath sighed as he rested his arms on the side as he sunk further into the sea of leisure.

I approached him without words, removing my pants and joining him in the bath. The radiant smile that shone through the mist guided me towards him as I lost myself in those grey eyes. As I took hold of my savior, I rested my head on his stone-like chest and tried to forget the signs of the cards and the knife in the dark but somehow I could shake the visions from my mind. I brought myself closer to him and came out with it.

"Cedric…"

"Yah?" he responded groggily.

"Did you by chance happen to see Potter on your way back from the Great Hall last night?" I questioned mildly as I sat up.

He kind of furrowed his eyebrows as if to concentrate on the situation and then after several minutes he shook his head and tried to flash a nervous grin. "No, why do you ask love?"

A light flashed in the back of my mind and his actions had me worried but I tried to ignore it. "No reason, I just saw him look into the hospital wing right after you left. Do you know him well?"

"Eh, sorta. Listen love, let's not dwindle on such things there's more fun we could be having." he smiled pulling me closer.

"Oh yah? Pray tell what might that be?"

"THIS!" he grunted whilst splashing bubbles at me. And for a while our battle waged on until we eventually tired ourselves out and let the warmth enrapture our senses. We kissed until the water ran dry.