A/N: Thanks to all of you for reading! :) Since I check my story stats obsessively, I discovered I have readers from about a zillion countries - special shout out to whoever is reading in Italy...I am Italian so I send you my love! :3 I hope you all enjoy the next installment, in which Cedric continues to be slutty and Draco makes his appearance! Also, if you are enjoying reading this smutty little tale, reviews would be very much appreciated - they make me feel happy :) Without further ado...Chapter Two!!!!

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"Harry, I had an idea." Cedric rolled over onto his side to face his boyfriend, resting his cheek on his hand.

"What, Cedric? You just fucked me senseless for an hour, what else could you possibly want?" Harry growled, his head appearing from beneath the covers to scowl at his boyfriend in the dimness.

Being Head Boy certainly had its perks, the best of which was the fact that Cedric had his own room, meaning he and Harry could have sex whenever they wanted. On this particular night, Cedric had felt inclined to tease Harry, licking and kissing and sucking everywhere until he had Harry begging to be fucked, and then finally slipping inside of him and fucking him hard and slow until Harry came, his cock untouched.

"Well, I was just thinking…We both really enjoyed having Ron join us, right?" Cedric said slowly.

"Yeah, so?" Harry said. He tended to get irritable after sex.

"Well, we're playing Slytherin the day after tomorrow so I was thinking maybe I would approach Draco Malfoy in the locker room," Cedric said.

"What?!" Harry sat bolt upright in bed. "Are you mad?! Draco Malfoy?!"

"You can't lie, Harry, you think he's hot. I've seen how you look at him across the Great Hall," Cedric said, sitting up and leaning towards his boyfriend.

"You want those long, pale fingers wrapped around your cock, you want to yank on that shiny blonde hair, make him throw away his Malfoy pride and hear him beg for it…" he purred. Harry bit his lip, trying to stifle a moan at the image in his head. He whimpered and looked away.

"I take that as a yes. Anyway, I was thinking of inviting him to join us sometime…You and Ron and I," Cedric said.

"All four of us?" Harry asked, suddenly shy.

"Unless you don't want to, that is, I just thought it would be fun. If not, then I'll just snog with Draco a little in the showers and leave it at that."

"No!" Harry shouted. Cedric didn't bother trying to hide his smirk – he knew that would a rise out of him.

"Alright then. I'll see what he says to my…proposition," Cedric said. He winked at Harry before kissing him on the nose and burrowing back into the covers.

All Harry could think of when he saw Draco the next day was the image Cedric had put into his head the previous night. He especially loved the thought of the blonde sobbing, begging Harry to fuck him. He wanted to turn that condescending smirk into an "O" of pleasure, watch him writhe and squirm and come all over the burgundy sheets of Harry's bed in Gryffindor tower. It was a fantasy that he'd hidden from Cedric ever since he saw Draco at the Yule Ball in his dress robes, his hair sexily mussed up and his glower especially smoldering that night. Harry knew that what he felt for Draco was nothing more than lust, nothing like what he felt for Cedric. This idea of Cedric's was the perfect way for him to indulge in his fantasy without cheating. It was brilliant. As he watched Draco lick a dollop of pudding from his lip as Harry left the Great Hall Friday night, Harry couldn't help but bite his own lip and pray that Draco would say yes to Cedric the next day.

The Hufflepuff slammed the blonde up against his locker and snarled low in his throat, "you know you want it, you slut." The smaller boy moaned, arching his body towards the other boy's. Hufflepuff had won the Quidditch Cup, but that was the last thing on Cedric's mind as he watched Draco Malfoy writhe before him.

"You can't lie…I know you fantasize about my boyfriend. You may act like a little priss and you pretend to like it when Pansy Parkinson pets your hair but all you really want is the Great Harry Potter's dick in your mouth," Cedric hissed. Two pairs of grey eyes met, one bright and the other cold, boring into one another, neither willing to give in or look away. Draco's mouth was a tight, thin line, his face a perfect expression of pure hatred.

"Never," he hissed.

"Liar," Cedric replied. He drew his wand from his pocket with one hand, the other still pinning Draco to the cold metal of the locker by his throat. The tip of Cedric's wand prodded at Draco's chin, their eyes still locked.

"Tell me the truth…Tell me you want my boyfriend," Cedric whispered.

"Or what?" Draco spat.

"Or this." With the tiniest flick of his wand, Cedric cast the same spell on the Slytherin that he had cast on Harry just a few weeks ago during the Quidditch match. Suddenly Draco's pale face flushed bright red, his whole body growing hot as his blood rushed to his groin.

"Wha-what did you do, Diggory?" Draco gasped. Cedric merely smirked and, pocketing his wand again, ran his hand down Draco's side and cupping the bulge in his pants gently.

"Now, are you going to agree to this or not?" the older boy asked, his voice calm but his eyes glowing with both lust and anger. A dangerous combination. The glow reminded Draco of the look Harry gave him when…Well, all the time, actually. It was uncanny how similar it was.

"Yes. I'll do it, just let me go," Draco said.

"Oh no, you're not getting away that easily. I thought you and I could…Get to know each other a little better first." Cedric clamped one hand over Draco's mouth and slipped the other down the front of his unzipped pants. Draco scowled at the Hufflepuff over the top of the hand covering his mouth, but didn't fight it. He couldn't help but think that the older boy was delicious; Harry certainly did have good taste in men.

"Have you let him top you?" Draco asked when Cedric finally removed his hand so he could unzip his own pants.

"Only once," Cedric replied.

"No wonder he wants to fuck me so badly. Poor bloke wants to be in charge sometimes," Draco said.

"I don't need relationship advice from you, Malfoy," Cedric snapped.

"I didn't know Hufflepuffs could be so nasty," Draco commented.

"You think this is nasty? I can get positively filthy, Draco," Cedric purred, squeezing the tip of the blonde's cock between his thumb and forefinger. Draco gasped, arching his back and biting his lip. He thrust his hips upwards into Cedric's caress, but the older boy pulled away almost immediately. Cedric ran his moist fingertips across his lips, darting his tongue out to taste Draco's precum on them. Draco gulped, his throat dry and his mouth slightly hanging open.

"Diggory…" Draco whispered.

"Yes, Draco?" Cedric said, quirking an eyebrow at him.

"Please…" Draco breathed.

Cedric felt himself become even more aroused at the sight of Draco Malfoy, desperate and panting and begging before him. He wished Harry was here to see this. The Hufflepuff grinned and lowered his head to kiss his way down the blonde's neck to his bare chest. Draco hadn't even been able to finish getting dressed before Cedric pounced on him on his way out of the shower. Cedric couldn't help himself – the Slytherin was delicious. Even now, as Cedric took the boy's nipple between his teeth and tugged, he was admiring the pale, sculpted muscle and the light dusting of blonde hair that disappeared down into his trousers. Draco clenched his teeth, fighting back the moans that threatened to spill from his lips and echo in the empty locker room. He curled his fingers in Cedric's thick chestnut hair, tugging with increasing urgency as the other boy moved downwards. Cedric licked a hot trail down Draco's torso, dipping his tongue into his navel and swirling the tip around, finally drawing a groan from Draco's lips, stained pink from being bitten for so long. Cedric knelt on the cold tile floor and dipped a hand into Draco's pants, freeing the younger boy's cock, the hard member springing free and slapping the pale, chiseled abdomen with a wet sound that echoed in the cavernous room. Draco and Cedric both moaned at the sound; they had both given up on holding back. Cedric dipped his head and slowly, gently, licked the tip of the blonde's erection. Draco wailed, thrusting his hips up in desperation as Cedric closed his pouty lips around the thick head.

"Cedric, fuck…" Draco gasped.

"Is that what you'd like me to do?" Cedric asked, looking up at Draco with half-lidded eyes, his gaze filled with burning desire.

"Yes," Draco moaned as the older boy's rough fingertips grazed the sensitive head of his cock, rubbing the wetness across it.

"Well, you're just going to have to show up at the Quidditch field a week from today at midnight if you really want it." Cedric laid one last kiss on the tip of the blonde's cock before straightening up, grabbing his Firebolt off the bench, and left Draco leaning against the locker, staring up at the ceiling. He felt a mixture of anger, desperation, and lust as he wrapped his hand around his length and came, the fluid almost as pale as his skin, after only a few strokes. He hated and wanted Cedric Diggory so badly in that moment that it hurt and a week was a long time to wait.