Livingdeadbunny: Oh, I forgot to tell you …In this story, Cedric didn't die and Voldemort has nothing to do with anything, 'cause I want my characters to have a happy ending… And yeah, Harry Potter STILL belongs to J.K Rowling and Warner Bros : ) Thank you for reading this next chapter.
"Shit."
Harry had been scrubbing his cheeks for over half an hour--the icky stuff had been washed off but still left him looking slightly green in the face. He looked at his school robes and just sighed.
"Hi Harry…"
The raven-haired boy twitched involuntarily and cursed himself for forgetting to lock the bathroom door. He turned to look at the other boy and gasped.
"C-Cedric? What are you doing here?"
Cedric closed the door behind him and locked it. His tousled hair covered part of his eyes, making him look mysterious yet alluring at the same time.
"Hey, I'm a prefect, remember? Just carrying out regular duties such as patrolling and uh—occasionally exploiting my authority…" He gave a mischievous smile and took a step closer towards Harry, who was now backing up against the wall.
"This totally sucks.'" He remembered those dreams; dreams of Cedric and himself getting lost in the throes of passion…
He momentarily woke up from his stupor as a finger was placed upon his lips.
"Don't worry, Harry. I swear I won't tell anyone," Cedric whispered.
Harry gulped. "I don't know wha-what you're talking a-about," he stammered anxiously.
"Your little 'accident', Harry. I've got an ointment that could help to erase side-effects caused by spells--like those stains on your face." He took out a small glass jar filled with violet-coloured cream.
"Here, let me help." Cedric unscrewed the cap, took a bit of the ointment and spread it onto his palms. A relaxing smell drifted in the air. Lavender
"It's okay, Cedric…I think I could handle it by my-" He was cut short as skilled hands slowly massaged his burning cheeks.
"Sssshhhh…Not a word, Potter."
Harry was forced to look at Cedric's face. His smouldering eyes were an iridescent blend of grey and green huesHe had high cheekbones, sharply defined features and his flushed skin was indistinguishable from the blushing inner petals of a rose…
"…Inner petals of a rose? Why the heck am I getting all mushy and feeling weak in the knees? And my chest—it's thumping real hard…Am I in love? …Is this how love feels like?" He grabbed hold of Cedric's wrist.
"Harry." The word just rolled out of my tongue.
"Does he know how irresistible he is? Those enchanting green eyes which now look downwards as if avoiding my gaze…and that soft skin…why, it's even better than Cho's. He's chewing his bottom lip right now…how incredibly cute.♥"
"I want to kiss you."
Harry suddenly looked up, eyes wide.
Cedric blushed.
"Did I say that out loud? I'm sorry!'
"Er, I've got some classes to attend to. Thanks, Cedric."
"Harry! Don't leave-"
It was too late. He was already gone.
Cedric felt really frustrated and punched the wall with his clenched fist. He vowed not let him go off so easily the next time.
"Just you wait, Harry Potter. Your sweet ass is mine."
Harry ran as if his pants were caught on fire. He didn't bother to look where he was running at until—He hit head-on with an armour display.
"OOF! CRRRAAASH!"
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He woke up feeling lightheaded. Hermione and Ron were there, sitting beside his hospital bed.
"Bloody hell, Harry. Madam Promfrey told us you suffered a huge bruise to your forehead the size of a golf ball. And by golly, she's right."
Ron showed him the mirror and Harry almost fainted.
Well at least I can avoid Cedric. He wouldn't have a clue that I'm here. He rubbed the huge swell and winced in pain.
"This is the least of your worries, Harry…Guess who's in the bed right next to you? He just came in this evening after suffering from a few broken bones during a 'friendly' Quiddich match against Ravenclaw. I knew Slytherins were hopeless…they were completely trashed!"
Harry looked to his left and gave a moan of misery.
Malfoy.
"Shut up, you stupid ingrate!" Draco took out his wand and aimed it at Ron.
"WHAT THE HELL'S HAPPENING?" Madam Promfrey had rushed in to find out what the commotion is about and stopped in her tracks. She was absolutely mortified.
"How dare you…I will NOT tolerate violence in this hospital wing, do you hear?" With a flick of her wand, she 'accio'ed Draco's wand and kept it safe within her grasp.
"In the meantime, Mr. Malfoy, I shall confiscate this until you are well enough to leave." Draco muttered a string of obscene curses that could probably wake the dead.
She glared at Ron and Hermione.
"Well, isn't it past your bedtime? Off you go, shoo, shoo"
"But it isn't even eight thir-"
"Don't try to get smart with me, Miss Granger. I'm losing my patience."
Harry looked at his friends who gave empathetic looks before being shoved out of the door.
"Light's out, you two!"
It's going to be one heck of a long night.
Harry closed his eyes and tried to remember happy memories--anything to keep his mind from focusing on the Slytherin twat beside him.
"Hey, Potter. You asleep yet?"
Ignore him. Ignore him. Think of Cedric and how he was about to give you a kiss this afternoon…think about how you ran away like a fairy…
"…Are you even listening? Wake up."
Harry gave up and turned his body to the side. Draco's voice proved far too irritating for his liking.
"Okay, okay-I heard you, damnit. What is it?"
"Pansy came up to me today and told me how much she loved me."
"So?"
"I told her I loved someone else…"
Harry yawned. "Yeah? And what next, may I ask?"
"Well -It's friggin' Pansy Pankinson! She never gives up on me! I HAD to take drastic measures …and came up with—" (The moonlight shone on Draco's flushed face.)
'WTF? Is Draco, My arch-nemesis, actually blushing?' Harry rubbed his eyes in disbelief.
"I came up with YOU, Potter. I told her I had a crush on you! You understand what this means, right?"
Harry's mouth gaped open.
"It means you and me have to resolve whatever differences we've had and pretend that we like each other."
"WHAT!"
"To tell you the truth, it's not like I really hate you, Pott-Harry…remember, I did try to be friends with you in our first year…"
"That's one lameass excuse, you know that?"
The blonde got off from his bed, went over to Harry's and climbed on top of him.
"This is as far as it goes, Draco." Harry tried to take out his wand but momentarily stopped halfway. There was a piece of parchment dangling in front of his eyes.
"You wouldn't want to do that, Harry...Ahh, I see…it's a letter from Sirius; an escaped convict who's also your…godfather? Naughty, naughty"
Draco quickly shoved the letter in one of his pockets and pinned Harry down with his hands. His blue eyes positively gleamed in feral delight and that ever evident smirk played at the corners of his lips.
"Do you know what happens to naughty boys? They get punished by the ministry…now then, shall we start practicing?"
Harry gritted his teeth when he realized that the Slytherin Prince had just blackmailed him to do his bidding. The selfish prick.
"I'm nearly healed now, so don't even try to escape." Draco brought his face closer towards Harry and gave him a searing kiss before breaking off, much to the brunette's disapproval.
"This can't be happening…I'm actually making out with HIM! My heart's beating really fast, just like that time when I was with Cedric… But I didn't know that a mere kiss would feel… so…exhilarating!"
Harry decided that he wouldn't give a damn what everyone else thinks. He just grabbed hold of Draco's shoulder and brought their lips together again. He swore he felt a tongue somewhere lashing at his own and it truly was as though he'd died and gone to heaven. A warm hand ran though his hair and left a delicious tingling sensation on his scalp. It was soo good
They broke off, gasping for air. Harry moaned yet again when he felt Draco's lips ravishing his pale neck.
"He's so freakin' hot… Those mesmerizing emerald eyes and those swollen lips…I wonder how he looks like under this shirt-" Draco gave a low growl and proceeded to tear open Harry's shirt. The buttons that fell on the floor were music to his ears. He looked at the magnificent display of bare chest and delightfully pink nipples.
"Nn…No, stop, not in here! Ahh(gasps) why are you pinching my-"
Harry stopped short of his sentence when a face suddenly popped out from the ceiling. He gave a loud shriek when he felt a small stone hitting the bruise on his forehead.
"HARRY POTTY IS GETTING IT ON WITH MALFOY! HARRY POTTY IS GETTING IT ON WITH MALFOY! HEHEHE…I'M TELLING!"
"PEEVES! COME BACK HERE!"
Livingdeadbunny: Hahaha! Enemies-turned-lovers!
At first I thought that Cedric should be the one to steal Harry's first kiss-but, I guess he's much more dignified than Draco…watch out for the next chapter, okay? It's going to be insane!
Btw, thanks for all of your reviews! I appreciate it!
