Chapter 2
A/N: So sorry this took so long. This note is going to be long because I have a little very embarrassing story for you all. So, this week I went to a Christian summer camp, and I brought my fanfic notebook with me. Unfortunately, a page containing most of this chapter fell out of my book on the "challenge course". It got back to my counselor, she read it, then sat me down and in the nicest way possible told me that homosexuality is a sin (I am straight, BTW) and that I should stop writing my fic because it doesn't "glorify God". Pssh, sure, you keep thinkin' I'll do that sweetie!
So I had to rewrite most of this chapter, which is part of why it took so long!
Enjoy!
Harry had temporarily forgotten that Hogwarts had guests, students from the Durmstrang and Beauxbatons wizardry schools, but he was jerked back to reality as he entered the Great Hall with Cedric and departed to the Gryffindor table. Fred and George continued to hassle Harry about Cedric so he eventually just tuned them out and turned his attention to Dean and Seamus, who were talking excitedly about the selecting of Champions for the Triwizard Tournament that was to take place that evening.
Harry was painfully reminded of when Cedric had put his name into the Goblet of Fire. Harry had been vehemently against the idea, given the death toll of previous Tournaments. They had had a huge row, leaving both boys feeling hurt and sleeping alone for the night.
"Are you bloody insane?" Harry was hysterical, Cedric near to tears with desperation. "You could die, Cedric, and that would kill me too!"
"I have to do this, Harry! I have to prove my worth to my sodding father because he's still sore about me being gay! And think of my house, Harry, Hufflepuff isn't the most glorified!" Cedric continued, voice gradually rising in volume, "but of course you wouldn't understand that, you with your sodding Gryffindor courage and eternal fame!"
"Oh, real original Cedric" Harry bit back "play the 'you wouldn't understand because you're famous!' card. Brilliant! Frankly, I don't think you understand what it would be like for me if you got hurt, what it would be like to lose you, for me to suffer that loss! It would destroy me!"
"But this isn't about you!" Cedric yelled, but his voice softened abruptly when he saw Harry wince and said "Trust me Harry, if I didn't have a damn good reason to do this, I wouldn't put either of us through it! Now, I'm going to bed. Talk to me when you've calmed down, won't you?"
With this, Cedric turned and left the empty classroom where they often came to be alone. As the door closed behind him, the sound echoed hollowly through the room. Left utterly alone with himself, Harry sat down at a desk and cried quietly for what seemed like hours. When he had no energy or tears left, he trudged up the grand staircase, entered his common room, sat heavily in a large armchair and stared into the fire, worries flooding his mind, until he dozed into a restless and fitful sleep.
The next few days had been living hell for both teens. Harry worried about the dangers that could be coming in Cedric's near future if he was, Meriln forbid, chosen as a champion, and Cedric fought a raging battle within himself between his desire to please his father, and Harry's point of view, which was, admittedly, centered around keeping him alive, regardless of Harry's reasons. And both
boys held a fear, a looming worst case scenario in the back of their minds, in which they were never able to win back the love of the other.
Finally, when Harry almost couldn't take the loneliness any longer, (but of course he wouldn't go to Cedric himself! What kind of dominant would he be then? It was a matter of pride.) Cedric pulled him into the Room of Reqirement after dinner that night.
"Harry" Cedric whispered, sounding pained "I'm so sorry. I understand now. Forgive me, please!"
"Cedric" Harry spoke fiercely "I love you. I forgave you days ago."
"Thank you love" Cedric sighed, sounding relieved, like the weight of the world had just been lifted from his shoulders.
"Pleasure's all mine love, Merlin I've missed you!" Harry said blithely, cradling Cedric's face in his hands and kissing him sweetly. Cedric moaned lightly at the long overdue contact with his dark-haired love. Cedric's sounds of passions neglected drove Harry to deepen the kiss, pleading for entrance to Cedric's mouth. Upon being granted access, Harry promptly devoured him.
Cedric's hands knotted in Harry's black hair and pulled gently at the strands. Suddenly, Harry found himself on his back, pressed flush against the seat of a red velvet sofa that had appeared to better suit their task. Harry's mind suddenly cleared as he realized with horror that he was...on the bottom? What the fuck? At this realization, Harry began to struggle against Cedric to regain dominance. Damn Quidditch for making the boy so strong!
"What the hell, I'm supposed to be the dom-
"Quiet Harry" Cedric whispered, his breath hot and his full lips moist against Harry's skin as he spoke "Let me show you what it could be like if I was your dominant."
Before a word of protest could pass Harry's lips, Cedric came crashing down on him, his tongue invading Harry's mouth without permission, spoken or otherwise. Cedric's strong hands held Harry's shoulders down against the plush velvet seat as he struggled.
"That's right, Harry, struggle, fight me, Gods, you're so hot when you're angry" Cedric moaned into Harry's ear. Harry continued to struggle for a minute, then shocked Cedric by suddenly melting into his touch, submitting to him. Cedric chuckled darkly and pressed himself harder against Harry's body, eliciting a quiet moan from the smaller teen.
It was as if Harry hadn't submitted to Cedric of his own accord. Instead, a voice had invaded Harry's mind, a seductive whisper that begged "Stop fighting it, Harry, you know you love it."
Of course, the other 97% of Harry's mind had been screaming "What the bloody hell do you think you're doing? Where does he get the nerve to take you like this? Fight!"
But it was the heated whisper of a voice from Harry's memory that won out, because when it spoke, when he spoke, Harry realized why he was enjoying this unprecedented turn of events so much. This was the smooth, mocking drawl of an old flame, none other than the Slytherin Prince, Draco Malfoy.
A/N: Ooh a switching of roles! And...Draco? Whaaaaaat? Review! It makes me happy and motivates me to write, so maybe I can get the next chapter up sooner. BTW, sorry for the crazy amount of flashback in this chapter, but it was basically all from Harry's memory so...Review!