Disclaimer : I don't own any of these characters, unfortunately, and they all belong to J.K. Rowling (aka : god) or to people who have rights or stuff like that on those books. I'm not making money with it or anything, I'm just writing because she gave us so much slash background to write on and because I can.
Warning : M stands for Mature. Mature means 16 years old and more. That means you can stand a little bit of sex, I think, even more if it is not described. It's not like I haven't mentionned it yet : I like gay stories and this is going to be one.
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Days passed pretty much the way they always did. I was a bit mad since we had to wait for Halloween until the tournament started. So, for two months, I had nothing much to show off my talents ; after all, Quidditch was cancelled for the year.
Instead of wasting my time like every student in age of taking part to the tournament did, I spent every second of free time I could get at the library studying or practising whatever spell in an empty classroom. Always with Sexslave, of course, since he had the status of favorite follower.
Well, to be honest, those studying sessions most likely ended with... Let's say « fun time ».
So after my last Friday class (which happened to be potions... I couldn't stop picturing Snape with a dress and it drove me completely mad), Sexslave picked me up.
'Hey, sweetheart.' he muttered, smiling as students gave him weird glances. You could read their shocked expressions : Is he talking to Cedric that way ? Impossible !
'Hey,'
'I'm gonna carry this for you. You seem kinda tired.' he said while slowly grabbing my bag, certainly hoping students would be gone by the time we started walking.
'Oh, I'm fine... Who the hell wouldn't seem tired after double potions ?'
He shrugged as I apologized to a bunch of female followers that I couldn't be with them on the evening. Sexslave glared at them as they went away giggling the little bitches they actually were : I think he hated them as much as I didn't care about them. When the hall was finally empty, he got on the tip of his feet to give me one of those incredibly pervert frenchkisses of his. He always slipped a hand under my shirt and lowered it teasingly, just to make me horny when I couldn't get any. Well, I can't say I didn't enjoy it at all, but it still annoyed the hell out of me.
Anyway.
Naturally, I would've been more than happy if we had headed back to the dorm, but I had to work. It would wait for later, so I gently pushed him away from me. He pouted, but still fiercely grabbed my hand.
'Okay, so, I would like to start reading books from the Restricted section. I mean, pretty much all of them, because they could reveal themselves as being very useful.'
As we approached the library, I shook his hand off, so no weird rumors would stain my reputation. I pretented I had a particularly hard special assignment in Defense against the Dark Arts : It worked because first of all, I was known to be a special student and also because it wouldn't have been surpising that a seventh-year student with Moody as a teacher needed to use the Restricted section.
To say the truth, that place creeped me out, so I just grabbed random books before sitting with the other students, in the 'normal' part of the library.
' « The Wonderful World of Dark Arts », « How To Get Rid of Pretty Much Everything In This World », « The Secrets of The Dark Lords and Creatures and How To Defeat Them »...' read Sexslave, sitting a bit too close to me, raising one of his perfect eyebrows. 'Pretty interesting...' he smirked. 'Which one are you gonna start with ?'
I looked at the books spread all over the table. They all seemed somewhat relevant, but I was kind of clueless, since I didn't even have an idea of what I would eventually have to face.
'Since, well... I don't really know what's going to happen to me, I'll take this one.' I showed him the filthiest looking of all books we had. 'It's supposed to contain various information about useful spells... Got something to take notes ?'
'Yup.'
'Okay, so start off with this one...'
So, for two hours straight, I kept reading carefully each page and asking Sexslave to take notes whenever something seemed worth being learned.
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In only three weeks of school, both Harry and Ron had managed to get completely buried under the massive amount of work they were given. Hermione, having already finished not only the regular homework, but also extra work she had asked for, decided she would show them what « organization » was all about.
So, on a more or less rainy Friday afternoon, she forced the two boys to come with her at the library, and more importantly, to bring their work with them. It took her quite a long time to get them out of the dorm, though, because they hid for almost an hour in the twin's bedroom before she had the idea to burst out in the room.
After a huge shouting match, the boys surrended and followed her. After all, she might end up doing all the work for them.
Little did Harry knew about the effects of his simple presence at the library.
'Okay, guys, I think this table will do.' squeaked Hermione, pointing a table where sat only two Hufflepuff students.
Harry and Hermione didn't even have the time to make a step forward the table before Ron started protesting about it.
'Oh please, no, not with this guy, he's such a poser !' he whined, pointing towards the tallest boy.
'No he isn't ! He's got...' started Hermione.
'Muscles and good grades ! So what ? He's a jerk !' interrupted Ron.
'Oh, Ron, you don't even know him, come on, let's sit there, so I can see... Eh I mean, so I can help you guys.'
Ron let out a weird caveman-like noise, but he sat down. Harry hadn't pay much attention to the short fight, but the smaller Hufflepuff guy seemed to. He removed the long patches of light brown hair from his face with the hand, making a weird pout when he saw Harry. Then, he turned back to the other guy (Harry was almost sure he was Hufflepuff's Quidditch team's captain) and muttered at his ear. Harry looked away, thinking they were probably blabbing about that whole « boy-who-lived » crap. Though the captain's facial expression wasn't readable at all... It could have been fear as well as psycho-obsession or the like. Well, one thing he was sure of was that feeling of being eaten alive by the guy's eyes.
He shook his head and concentrated back on the uninteresting stuff Hermione wanted to fill his head with.
She evaluated their situation. Both of them were in serious danger, concerning potions. Neither of them had caught anything Snape explained and they were kind of desperate about it.
'Okay, you know what's wrong with you guys ? You NEVER pay attention. Potions isn't hard at all in fact : all you need to remember is that ...'
She talked non-stop for half an hour at least. Ron's mouth was wide open, his eyes, staring in front of him without seeing anything, almost drooling. Harry simply felt pretty annoyed. His mind was too busy trying to understand the boy's face to care about Snape and his doubtful mixtures.
'So, you got it ?' Hermione finally asked.
'Huh...' hissed Ron.
Harry nodded.
'Then, can I ask you a favor ? Any of you ?'
She got no response.
'You know that guy...' she whispered, her eyes more or less pointing the Hufflepuff captain. 'Cedric, I think. Well, some people said... Okay, I know it's rumors, but I really want to know... If he's gonna try to participate in the tournament ?'
She let out some kind of little squeal and covered nervously her mouth with her hand, blushing. Ron gasped and crossed his arms.
'You want me to ask him ?'
'Shhh Harry not so loud, he's gonna know I asked you for this !'
Harry sighed. Hermione was such an annoying fangirl. Female hormons were a thing Harry couldn't possibly understand. But somehow, he wanted to see how the guy would react. He got up, as Hermione became more and more excited. The Cedric guy nearly jumped off his chair as Harry faced him.
'Hem... Hi there... Cedric ?'
He nodded, looking nervous.
'I just... wanted to know... if you were going to participate in the tournament.'