Damn whoever put that name in the bloody flaming cup.
Harry spent every second staring at that damned golden egg. The others seemed to have already figured out how to open it without being deafened. In the rare moments he saw Cedric, rather than helping, he would kiss, and bite, and tease. Harry would beg for an answer.
"Please, Ced, just tell me!"
"No, no, no, little Harry can't just have everything handed to him."
"Yes, yes, you know a lot about hands don't you?" Harry shoved Cedric's hand from his face and stormed out of the Prefect's common room he'd been invited to. The next stage was in only a couple of days, and if he was expected to come prepared… and didn't… well whose to say it was a bad thing? Perhaps if Harry just threw the competition… could he do that? Just quit? Why couldn't he just "accidentally" fail and leave everyone satisfied? However, now that Ron had forgiven him, believed him rather, he had no reason to say he had little support. Perhaps, after all this, he actually wanted to compete?
Hermione stood next to him, nagging as usual, as he tried to focus on how to crack the egg. There's another theory: perhaps his focus was flawed. Perhaps it was all that damn Diggory's fault. He was constantly inviting him over, staring at him from across the Great Hall, trying to sneak affection in the public eye. Harry hardly had a moment to gather his thoughts without Cedric milking it for all it was worth.
"The second stage is in two days, Harry!"
Harry turned his head sharply and realized how close Hermione was beside him on the bridge. Was she on that side before? Wait, what had she been babbling about? Wait, what does it matter?
"Honestly Hermione, don't you have anything better to do that pester everyone around you? Do your vocals a favor and shut your goddamn mouth for five minutes."
Without acknowledging Hermione's look of shock, Harry turned and stormed off. A year ago, he would have never said that. He would have thought it, sure, but he never would have said it. Hermione was a girl, after all. He was usually a man of manners, chivalry, but lately… he just didn't seem to give a damn. He was constantly shoving Hermione aside, reminding her of her annoying tendencies, ignoring her endless naggings. Though he occasionally felt a twinge of guilt for these actions, his conscious was relieved as it seemed to be bringing she and Ron closer.
Cedric was in front of him again. How very surprising. Harry glared up at him, venomous curses already being prepared in his mind. It was hard, very hard, to keep an honest scowl on his face, when Cedric smirked down at him, his brown eyes shinier than usual, he obviously excited about something. What was worse was his bangs, his damned bangs, hanging ever so seductively over the left eye. He reached up to do something manipulative to Harry, most likely a stroke of the cheek, or ruffle of the hair. Harry smacked his hand away.
"None of that today, Cedric. I need to think."
Cedric chuckled quietly down at Harry, his face inching closer, as usual. This irresistibility had to end eventually… or Harry was completely screwed. Cedric leaned in close and whispered.
"Alright, Potter, I'm tired of waiting. You want a hint? Try the prefect's bathroom."
Harry's eyes lit up. Could this really be the answer? He looked up for clarity but Cedric was already on his way. Harry was already on his way to the bathroom when he heard that haggish voice over the intercom:
"All students report to the Great Hall for dinner."
Harry's hour of pushing chicken and potatoes with his fork was miserable. He couldn't eat with so much on his mind. There was the egg, a problem which would hopefully be solved soon. Then there was Cedric. Here Harry sat… Cedric's eyes, Cedric's hands, his breath, his everything haunting the deepest corners of Harry's mind. For the first time, Harry realized the situation. Everything had changed when Cedric kissed him. Cedric… kissed him. A boy, a man, kissed Harry and Harry didn't object. He fell right into that trap; he felt energy, lust, longing for a man. He longed for physical and mental attraction. He longed, oh how he longed.
Holy shit, Harry thought. I'm gay.
That was it. For the first time since it began, Harry said it himself. He didn't dare say it out loud, but until that moment, the word hadn't even been acknowledged, hadn't been dared. Gay. Gay. Harry was Gay. Gay. Gay. Gay. Gay.
Dinner had almost ended and Harry hadn't touched his chicken. Off goes Hermione's mouth once more. One of these days… one of these days her mouth was going to be stopped by the back of his hand. He swore it. It was then that he realized that Cedric hadn't attended dinner. He couldn't help it; his heart dropped. Where was he? Was he hurt? Was he sick? What kept him? Was he somewhere else, planning another cruel way to tease Harry?
He leapt up, too fast. Hermione and Ron both stopped what they were doing to look at him. "Harry…" Hermione started. He put his hand to his forehead.
"Whoa," he said with a laugh, faking dizziness. "I got up too fast, heh heh." He slowly sunk himself back into his seat, trying to hide his worried face.
"Well don't sink back down too quickly, mate," laughed Ron. "Dinner's over." He smacked him on the back and gestured toward the exit. Ron didn't seem suspicious of Harry's activity at all. Hermione, still sitting there, confused and annoying, tried to hide her own look of suspicion. There were just abnormal expressions all over the place.
As Harry stood, Ron caught his gaze for a moment. Harry looked at him, slightly taken aback, for some reason unable to break the gaze. Ron was obviously saying something, and Harry was afraid, for he was sure he understood exactly what it was. It was a look of knowing, of understanding. Ron somehow knew, how long Harry didn't know… but Ron knew. He smiled at Harry, eyes almost sad, and patted him on the back once more. He knew, and that was all.
The bathroom was silent as Harry sat there with the golden egg between his legs. The bathtub was so overwhelmingly big… it made him wonder what its purpose was. Did prefects bathe together? Should Harry be worried about its cleanliness? He was nervous to be sitting in so grand a bathtub, he so meek on one end. He sunk lower into the warm water and stared down at the egg.
"Well…" he said to it. "Do something."
It sat there, golden and mocking, the little shit. Harry punched it once, his knuckles instantly bruising.
"Go on. Open." He stared some more. "Opeeen… sesame! Er… pineapple. Grapefruit. Banana. Apple. Fucking… peach!"
"You're supposed to put it underwater, you silly ass."
All of Harry's muscles tightened as he heard the voice behind him: Cedric's. Here Harry sat, naked and pale in a bathtub, and Cedric was waltzing around, probably with a video camera, or a goddamn anal plug, or something else humiliating.
"Well," said Cedric again from behind him. "Go on. Get down there, little one."
Harry rolled his eyes and avoided turning around to look at him.
"I don't need your help," said Harry harshly.
"Oh, but obviously you do." Cedric laughed… again. Harry was steaming. With a deep breath, he pulled himself under the water.
Come seek us where our voices sound,
We cannot sing above the ground,
An hour long you'll have to look,
To recover what we took...
Harry emerged from the warm water, glasses soaked and eyes burning, coughing and wheezing. Before him now stood Cedric, shirt and tie tossed aside, wearing but his black slacks. He smiled at Harry.
"Good, you got it?"
Harry nodded, mouth slightly open, completely unable to form sentences as he stared up at Cedric's naked torso.
"Right then… let's celebrate." Cedric's long arms reached down to the front of his pants. His hands slowly reached toward the top button, and Harry felt himself watching his every move, his eyes following his hands like candy. Cedric stopped just before his thumb touched the metal button. He smiled and gestured for Harry to come forward. Like a puppet, Harry did so, his hand moving toward Cedric's. Cedric took the boy's hand and guided it to a place above his belly button, slowly dragging Harry's wet hand down his flat, hard stomach's surface.
Cedric licked his lips and smiled as Harry's hand landed on his button. Cedric slowly dropped down to his knees so that Harry didn't have to reach. His emerald eyes looked up nervously and down again at the pants' entrance until he fumbled to pull away the button. Then down with the zipper. Cedric grabbed his hands; put them to his hips and his pants were pulled slowly from his body. Kicking them away, he kissed Harry hard on the mouth, already unable to control his arousal. Harry was unsure where to put his hands, until once again he felt Cedric guiding him again to the top of his brief underpants which were quickly pulled away before Cedric glided into the water.
Harry felt himself pushed up against the tile where he had previously sat, his heartbeat quickening and breath shortening. Cedric pushed against him, their wet bodies rhythmically pushing with no real destination against each other. Harry's hands traveled up and down Cedric's back, feeling his spine and shoulder bones with great attention. Cedric kissed Harry's neck, breath anxious and mouth slightly curved into a smile. Harry was already whimpering slightly.
"Cedric," he said breathlessly. Cedric looked up at him with a smile, his eyes glowing like Harry had never seen. "What if…"
Cedric took a seat on Harry's lap and cut him off with a kiss.
"The doors are locked." Kiss. "Everyone's off to bed." Kiss. "And like I said this afternoon," Kiss. "I'm tired of waiting, Potter." In one swift movement, Cedric thrust against Harry's front. Harry arched his back and felt his head tilt back. His body kept doing things he couldn't control. He gave in and began to breathe harder, biting his bottom lip as Cedric pulled his fingers up to his mouth.
Harry's pressure increased as Cedric's tongue playfully caressed his finger, his wrist, his neck, his chest…
"It's your first time," Cedric said suddenly. "So I'll let you go first." Suddenly Harry felt Cedric making an about face, his bare back now pressed against Harry's chest. Smiling as he did so, Cedric took complete control, slowly lowering himself onto Harry. For a moment, neither of them breathed. Cedric's arm reached up behind him to the back of Harry's neck and his head fell back against his shoulder as he moved slowly up and down. Harry closed his eyes and began to kiss and bite Cedric's neck.
He moved faster and Harry regained his breath, panting heavily and moaning softly against Cedric's soft skin. His hand was guided again up Cedric's leg, until they both began to tense. Cedric's chest rose and fell rapidly, increasing speed and volume as the two began to gather a rhythm. They both closed their eyes as, in one final moment, Harry felt all his body's pressures release. Cedric moaned loudly and Harry gasped, whimpering and rubbing away the last bits of Cedric's climax.
Harry felt numb, his body overwhelmed, his muscles turned to jelly. He smiled as Cedric turned and took his body in his arms. He kissed his forehead, his eyes, his lips, and cradled him until the warm bathwater turned cold.
Yeah. Man sex is fun. So here's how it went down: I wrote this at midnight. I excluded Moaning Myrtle completely. I used the song from the movie, not the book. (An hour long you'll have to look...) Uh, let's see.. what else? What else? Well I didn't proofread it. I wrote it and uploaded it, no questions asked. So if it's shitty... too bad! Enjoy the sex, you little perverts. ;]