Sometimes Violence Saves Lives

I don't own 'Harry Potter'

Warning: underage (kissing)

"Harry?"

Cedric watched as the smaller boy turned to him, big green eyes almost glowing in the moonlight streaming in through the windows.

Oh my god, Cho was right. I'm totally entranced.

Hearing his best friend tell him he was 'entranced' by the younger Gryffindor had originally made his eyes roll and scoff at her words. Entranced. Who even said that?

Apparently Cho did, and apparently Cho was right.

Harry was gorgeous, no doubt about it. He might only be fourteen, but he'd be fifteen soon enough. A few people even got married at fifteen, everything was okay. It wasn't as if Harry was so tempting he couldn't control himself, what with his pretty green eyes, pale skin, hair just begging for fingers to run though it, and lithe muscles covering his body that would look so much better uncovered or –

A low growl echoed through the Hospital Wing, and Cedric tensed as he lowered his eyes to that very large dog – that looked suspiciously like a bloody Grim – curled up next to Harry, studying him with grey eyes that looked way more intelligent than it should. The dog was apparently Harry's and it was currently eyeing Cedric in a way that suggested it was both amused and annoyed. Which was insane, it was a dog. It wasn't judging him or anything. Right?

"Cedric? Are you okay? How's your head?"

The Hufflepuff came back to reality to see the object of his affection a mere foot away, peering at him from behind the thick lenses that did nothing to hide the bright hue of his eyes.

He cleared his throat. "My head's fine, Harry. I'm okay."

"Are you sure? I mean … I hurt you."

Please don't bite your lip like that.

"Harry, you didn't hurt me. You saved my life. If you hadn't pushed me out of the way I'd be dead."

"But – but head injuries are bad! Madam Pomfrey said I fractured your skull! I pushed you so hard you hit your head against a bloody headstone and passed out, and –"

"Harry!"

The smaller boy stopped his ranting, and despite the severity of the situation Cedric couldn't help but noticed the attractive red flush on his cheeks.

(He also couldn't help but notice the giant dog looking at him as if daring him to do something.)

Cedric ruffled Harry's hair. "Harry. You saved me. Yes, you might have given me a hard bump to the head, but it was a bump I was definitely going to wake up from. If that spell had hit me you'd have had to carry my dead body back instead of my unconscious one."

Harry shuddered and Cedric swung his legs out of bed and stood up, gently wrapping his arms around the slim boy and marvelling at how well he fit there. Cho's going to laugh at me for years after she finds out how sappy I am.

The Hufflepuff bent down and buried his nose in messy black hair, nuzzling the surprisingly-soft locks before the tip of his nose hit the skin behind Harry's ear. The green-eyed boy shivered and let out a breathy whimper before freezing and gently pushing back.

"Harry?"

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't ..."

Cedric frowned. "Shouldn't what?"

"I mean, you have a girlfriend, and I'm just ..." he muttered, trailing off to mumble under his breath with red cheeks.

"Harry," he said slowly, "I don't have a girlfriend."

Green eyes looked at him questioningly. "But you and Cho …"

"Ah, no. Cho's my best friend. I guess you haven't heard, but Cho's in a relationship with her friend Marietta. She only likes girls."

Cedric watched as eyes widened and Harry seemed to retreat into himself to process the words. The truth was the girl was a nagging friend who always tried to set Cedric up with whoever she thought might suit him. Ever since the Quidditch game last year he'd been intrigued by Harry and Cho had been teasing him ever since.

"Cedric?"

He looked down to see Harry inching closer to him, green eyes peering up at him through thick lashes while he licked his lips. I'm doomed. Done for. Finished, ended, over, running out of synonyms …

He lifted his hands to cup Harry's cheeks, enjoying how smooth the skin was under his fingers before he bent down and sealed their lips together. He pushed harder at the moan from the other boy and trailed one hand down his back, feeling Harry's shirt before hitting his trousers and –

"Okay, hands off my godson, loverboy!"

He and Harry both jumped at the voice, but Harry suddenly paled rapidly and ran towards his bed. The bed where the dog had disappeared and where now sat a man with narrowed grey eyes and a wicked smirk on his face. A face which Cedric had seen before.

Sirius Black.

Before he could process the fact that a mass-murderer was just sitting there in their school, Harry grabbed his hands and looked up at him with pleading eyes which had teared up slightly.

"C-Cedric, this isn't what you think! He's my godfather, and he didn't murder anyone, he was thrown in prison without a trial, and he's my only family –"

"I think," he said blankly, trying to sort through Harry's explanation (he knew Harry wouldn't lie about something like this, not to mention he looked to be about to hyperventilate if Cedric didn't believe him), "that life is going to be far from boring with you."

The beaming smile he received made Cedric feel giddy.

"Now, let's discuss your intentions towards my godson."

The shiver he felt down his spine was terrifying. Far from boring, indeed.

A/N: Hello everyone :D

This was also a request from bonjourc'estmoi on AO3 :)

In case anyone's wondering, the only reason Sirius is there is because I couldn't resist it. I easily see him as ridiculously over-protective if he puts his mind to it. Actually seeing Harry be kissed by someone would probably make him go into angry parent mode lol

Let me know what you think :D