WELL! Waddaya know? My first contribution EVER to the world of fanfiction. How exciting. This is finished! A simple, good old fashioned two chapter angst fic full of rapine and other icky such things. I tried to make it at least a LITTLE bit beautiful... I might've failed.

Why this random pairing? There was a complete lack of Cedric/Draco out there so I decided to remedy that a bit... even if they both are horrendously OOC. Well... Enjoy and please review. Constructive critique is very welcome but be nice, please.

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Draco thought in a haze of confusion and fear that Cedric looked rather like a hungry lion... Especially now, yes, his eyes positively glowing with anger and lust, his hands on each side of the pale fourteen year old's head, pinning the other boy's delicate fingers against the rough stone. He could feel the red bruise, imagined it blossoming on his cheekbone like a rose blooming in snow.

"Out a little late, Hufflepuff..." a snide voice drawled, causing the sandy haired youth to stop dead in his tracks. He had assumed he was the only occupant in the dark corridor. Cedric Diggory turned quickly, his eyes wary and not a little startled. He had the first impression of facing a ghost... the moonlight trailing in from a high window reflected on the figure's ivory skin, making it nearly opalescent. Nearly ethereal. Then, after a moment his eyes adjusted and, he recognized the robed presence as a rival seeker... the infamous Draco Malfoy. An instinctual flare of rancor lit in the pit of his stomach.

He gripped the golden egg underneath his arm tightly, seeing the Slytherin's mirror-like eyes trailing to it.

"Taking a nighttime bath?" He continued, a white-blonde eyebrow raising in a mockery of sincere interest, noting Cedric's still wet locks. Beads of water were still slipping lazily down his temple and the sweet scent of lavender lingered in the air.

"It's none of your business, Malfoy," Cedric replied coldly and continued down the corridor, he took a few steps before halting and turning, once more, to face the younger boy.

He did not say anything, merely looked him over, noting the irritating smirk that seemed to be engraved on that delicate face. That face was so beautiful, nearly feminine... The nose so thin and elegant, those lips faintly pink. Cedric felt the sudden urge to destroy that face. This was unnerving. Cedric was never one for such senseless violence... never to be provoked so dangerously by a simple look... Yet something made Cedric step forward. Some force beyond his control made him pull his fist back. The same force caused him to hit that gorgeous visage so hard, that the lithe boy hit the wall with a satisfying and terrifying thud. The golden egg clattered to the floor and rolled several feet away, forgotten.

His face was close now, their noses barely an inch apart. Draco cringed as he felt the Hufflepuff's hot breath on his own lips. Heat. He felt it at the juncture where Cedric was pressing his body against his. He felt it in his mind, numbing, making him claustrophobic. It was cutting at his lungs... or maybe that was Cedric's muscular chest. He couldn't help but notice the growing hardness pressing at his abdomen. The upperclassman was nearly a head taller than him, something his ego had caused him to over look... yet seemed painfully vivid now. The pressure on one of his hands lifted, causing it to fall limply to his side. Draco closed his eyes quickly, flinching, expecting another blow. Fingers closed roughly on his jaw, a thumb brushed away the slight trickle of blood seeping from the small wound at the corner of his mouth. Then, suddenly, there were burning lips, searing his own mercilessly. Draco gasped at the unexpected contact, giving the stronger boy a chance to slip an intruding tongue into his mouth. The Slytherin felt a pathetic whimper rise in his throat. This wasn't how it was supposed to be. He wasn't supposed to be pressed up against a wall, simpering and crying like a woman. He tried to gather strength to fight back. Tried to even make a weak protest. Tried to do anything but just stand there. He almost did... but then a surprising cold palm pushed in between their bodies and slid underneath his shirt and all his muscles went limp again.

Teeth bit at his lower lip, puncturing them and Draco could taste the coppery sweet liquid on his tongue. Cedric pulled back, hand still pressed on his navel, and observed his handiwork. The crimson blood was spreading and running in a perfect stream over the pale skin. The younger boy's lips were bruised and swollen from Cedric's assault... and, much to the Hufflepuff's surprise, two perfect tears were slipping sweetly down his cheeks.

"This isn't very private, is it?" Cedric murmured gently, almost lovingly, wrapping his arms around the slender youth's waist. Draco swallowed unevenly and took a shuddering breath, eyes wide with bewildered horror.

"No... It's not," Cedric answered for him. He forced his eyed to turn from the beautiful boy to search for someplace away from the eyes of any passerby...

There, at the end of the hall, was a doorway leading to a classroom that, considering the hour, would be quit empty. He looked back at the fourth year and, removing his hand from beneath the boy's shirt, smiled softly.

At the moment, Draco felt his breath hitch and his strength momentarily return, he took his chance to turn and flee, only to make a yard or two before having a strong arm hook around his waist and a broad hand smother his mouth, still smelling sweetly of lavender, pulling him back... stepping towards the classroom that Draco dreaded now more than Death himself. The sounds of the struggling echoed off the stony walls, impossibly loud and penetrating. Cedric thought in a haze of lust and rage that Draco look rather like an angel...

To be continued... In the next chapter ;-)