DISCLAIMER: I do not own any of the Harry Potter characters seen in this story, nor do I own any of the places, sports, or Houses. Furthermore, I do not own the copyright to the song "I'd Do Anything." Please, stop plagiarism.
CHAPTER 2: I'd Do Anthing
"Eep! Oliver, your hands are freezing!"
"And I know just how to warm them up, eh, Ced?"
"You do know that your History of Magic class begins in ten minutes, as does my Charms class? We don't have enough time to..."
"I think I can change your mind."
"Oh, really? Well, let me tell you..."
Those beautiful red and gold fireworks flashed in front of his eyes once again, and every rule, every regulation, every semblance of the word "prefect" left Cedric Diggory's mind as their lips locked. The kiss had surprised him most definitely, but the shock was wearing off and that warm, familiar feeling surfaced, making his heart pound once more. Oliver's chapped lips, as cold as his hands from the November into December frost outside the castle, parted as he pushed deeper into the kiss and on top of the Hufflepuff, laying him down on the scarlet blanket of the four-poster bed. Cedric gasped as he felt the Gryffindor's warm tongue run over his bottom lip, as if asking for entrance, which was quickly admitted. The rush of warmth running throughout his body overwhelmed the young fifth-year as he bucked up his hips against his paramour's, rubbing his growing, sheathed erection against Oliver's thigh. Inhaling through his nose as he kissed back, the aroma of pine trees, cold air, and fresh grass mingled with the unique taste of Oliver Wood as Cedric wrapped his right leg around his boyfriend's. The cold of the Keeper's calloused hands began to recede as they moved beneath his untucked white shirt, running over abdominal and chest muscles, and caressing every inch of Diggory's milky skin.
For a moment, as Oliver broke the kiss and proceeded down his neck, Cedric sighed, his voice cracking, "Well then, I guess ten minutes is just enough time."
A giddy, tickling sensation rushed through his voice as he giggled at the softness of the kisses on his sensitive skin, nearly laughing as he felt the Gryffindor's cool lips and warm tongue just above his undone collar. Noticing now that his own arms were resting on the soft, red blanket of his boyfriend's bed, he brought up his right hand and stroked the back of Oliver's ear, grinning as the kisses abruptly ceased to be replaced by a contented, guttural moan. An amused thought passed by the Seeker's mind, Aha! I know you love that little trick! Then, as Oliver flashed his warm, chocolate brown eyes, Cedric's mind went blissfully blank, all except one meager thought that repeated in his mind, He's beautiful and he's mine.
Another day is going by
I'm thinking about you all the time
As if reading his thoughts, the Gryffindor whispered, "You're beautiful, y'know that?"
Continuing to stroke his lover's ear, the Hufflepuff replied, "No one's ever said that to me before I met you."
"I find that pretty hard to believe," Oliver reassured, his usually-gruff voice now smooth and sympathetic.
Cedric spoke the next words with clarity, continuing to run his boyish fingers along the ridge of Oliver's ear, "I mean, girls have told me that I was cute, hot, sexy, to die for..."
"Okay, I get the point," Oliver interrupted, putting up a silencing hand and grinning widely.
Sighing, Cedric continued, "But it's all just about what's on the outside. None of them actually took the time to get to know me and what I'm all about. I mean, I would go on a date with a girl that I thought was really interesting, but she would turn out to be total airhead and talk about herself the entire evening. It's not like that with you. I mean..." Immediately, his face began to get very warm as he blushed.
His face reddening just a bitas well, Oliver spoke with curiosity in his voice, "What is it about me?"
Never stopping as he rubbed the back of his boyfriend's ear, Cedric raised his other hand and grabbed Oliver's, interlocking their fingers as he asked timidly, "How long has it been, Ollie?" He knew the answer though, but looked away from those bulbous, brown eyes and to their joined hands, marvelling at the slight difference of skin color between the two of them. The Hufflepuff's being a very pale off-white, while the Gryffindor's was tan and dotted with light brown hairs on his knuckles.
But you're out there
And I'm here waiting
"Four weeks coming up," Oliver replied quickly, as if he had replayed the answer in his head time and again, "So, what do you want to do for our four week anniversary?" His face turned upwards in a grin, that devilish grin that drove the Hufflepuff Seeker to the edge of sanity.
Cedric let out a snort of amusement as he thought, Who in the right mind celebrates a four week anniversary? Why not wait for one month to roll by? It's crazy, it's ludicrous, it's, before catching a glimpse of Oliver's eyes again and falling back into his blissful blankness. He spoke with a misty, breathy tone, "Well, Hogsmeade is coming up soon, isn't it? Why don't we spend the day together there?"
"Wonderful," the Keeper replied, his grin becoming much wider as he came back up to Cedric's face, "Now, where were we?"
Cedric, his breathing growing faster and faster again, watched as his boyfriend closed his eyes and came closer to his face. First, Oliver's whole face, then his two eyes, then his eyelashes...
BANG.
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"Oy, Oliver! You in here?"
A quick thought ran across Oliver Wood's mind as he jerked back, I'd recognize that voice anywhere! Percy! Not now! He turned around and saw the red-haired Head Boy standing at the door in his school robes, his badge gleaming brilliantly on his collar as his face contorted in shock. After a moment though, his hand shot up to cover his eyes as he stood there awkwardly, completely mortified.
"Oh, my goodness! I am so sorry, Ol! I had no idea that you were in here with him," Percy blurted, his ears and face becoming just as red as his hair before he added, "Oh, and sorry, Cedric."
Pushing himself off of Cedric and separating their hands, Oliver gave a quick, smiling nod to the Hufflepuff, who appeared to be trying to suppress a roar of laughter, before turning to Percy, saying, "It's okay, Perce. We weren't doing anything bad. We were just... studying." Suddenly, with a look to each other, the two lovebirds just burst out laughing. I can't believe we got caught making out by Percy, of all people, Oliver thought, I will never forget the look on his face for as long as I live! I thought he was going to have a bloody heart attack, for Merlin's sake! He got one more look at Percy, who's eyes were now downcast and his ears even more red, as though he were absolutely embarassed. With a reassuring gaze, Wood slowed his laughter and rose from the bed, his shoes making a dull thump as they landed hard on the carpeted floor. He swiftly stepped across the room and, in a soft, understanding tone, said, "Don't worry about it, Perce. It could've been a lot worse. We could've been naked and snoggin' in your bed."
His eyes wide, the Head Boy's head popped up and looked at Oliver with disbelief, as if he had blasphemed, "If you ever..."
"Don't worry, man. Besides, we were just leaving anyway," the Keeper interrupted, "I've got a History of Magic lesson in two minutes and Ced's got to get to Charms. Right, Ced?"
Oliver relished the shocked expression that tore onto Cedric's face, as if he had just seen a ghost. Then, like the Firebolt that Oliver had become so fond of during his musings in Diagon Alley during the summer, the Hufflepuff, who, within seconds, had pulled on his robes and gathered his books into his bag, said with manic energy, "What? I've only got two minutes to get to Charms! Professor Flitwick's going to be so angry at me! He's going to give me detention and I'm going to lose fifty points from Hufflepuff, and everyone's going to hate me and..."
And I wrote this letter in my head
'Cause so many things were left unsaid
Here we go, again, Oliver thought, rolling his eyes as he slowly walked up to his frazzled boyfriend, grabbed his yellow and black tie by its crook, yanked him in, and planted a sweet, chaste kiss on his lips. The smell of cinnamon and sweet grass flooded through the Gryffindor's mind and mixed with the unique taste of Cedric Diggory, which had always drove him mad ever since that first kiss almost four weeks ago. After a moment, the Keeper could tell that his paramour had started to lose his tension and practically melted into his arms. He broke the kiss and, holding up Cedric's chin with one cool, calloused hand, said quietly, "You've got to calm down. This will be the first time you've been late to a class since... ever. At the worst, you'll cost your House five points, and I don't think that's enough for anyone to start hating you. Besides, even if they did, you've still got me. We're still on for our day in Hogsmeade, right?"
"Of course," Cedric sighed, obviously calmed down, "I've got to go though." Grinning so that his warm, grey eyes sparkled behind his sandy-brown hair, the Hufflepuff gave his sweetheart a peck on the cheek before briskly heading towards the door. Turning for a moment, he gave a brief wink back at Oliver and then exited to attend his Charms class.
Percy Weasley, who had also calmed down a bit after his embarassing run-in with the two Quidditch Captains, turned back and shouted down the staircase, "By the way, that's ten points from Hufflepuff for being in another House's dormitory, Diggory!"
There was a brief pause in which not a sound could be heard besides the wind howling out on the grounds. Then a roar echoed through the spiral staircase and into the Gryffindor seventh-year dormitory.
"WHAT?"
Percy turned back around and closed the heavy, wooden door, looking over to a smiling Oliver as he shook his brown-haired head. The Head Boy, an expression of great amusement on his face, said, "What did I do? He's the one who broke the rules!"
But now you're gone
And I can't think straight
Oliver, who had retrieved his bag from the side of his bed, shook his head and asked with gleeful curiosity, "You enjoyed doing that, didn't you?"
The red-headed Gryffindor likewise shook his own head and with a wide, toothy smirk, muttered, "You have no idea."
This could be the one last chance
To make you understand
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"I know I tell you this a lot, Ced. But you really are beautiful," Oliver would say as he looks into my eyes, his chocolatey brown into my steely grey.
"Nowhere near as beautiful as you, though," I'll say back, because I know it's true. The gentle curve of his angelic face, the warm glow of his shining brown eyes, the way his soft, brown hair sways in the midday breeze; he is absolutely, unabashedly, inexplicably perfect as he grabs my hand from his side of the cafe table.
Around us, dozens of different couples from Hogwarts sit, gazing into their partner's eyes, completely unaware of two of the most blissful men in the wizarding-- no, the whole world. It's snowing outside, and we would watch as all the younger students flit about, buying their sweets from Honeydukes or their pranks and tricks from Zonko's, but never intruding upon our little world. We would just sit there, losing ourselves in each other, talking and laughing and reminiscing. And sooner or later, after all the memories and the giggles, in that one moment of pure, blissful silence, he would lean in towards me and, as our lips touch, all the cold of the air would be wiped away, every doubt erased, every question answered. The fireworks I see everytime we kiss will make their biggest show yet, and I can feel the taste of Oliver's lips in my mouth, mingling with the beautiful, natural smell of him; like a cold wind blowing through an evergreen forest.
This is my perfect moment. Our perfect moment.
I'd do anything
Just to hold you in my arms
As we break the kiss, I can feel my insides begging for more, and I coax myself into resisting. I continue to watch him as his face begins to flush with a bright red that isn't unlike the radiant scarlet of Gryffindor House, but soon I feel the same flush as the blood runs to my face. So this is love.
There is a moment of weird silence. Not a bad kind of weird, but a good kind; as if everything has gone right in the world and nothing could ruin it. But then he gazes at me once again, and I find myself completely lost in those luminous eyes as he reaches forth and grabs my hand again. His chapped lips move and suddenly he says the words that I have been longing to hear since I first laid eyes on him.
To try to make you laugh
'Cause somehow I can't put you in the past
"I love you, Cedric Diggory."
My heart is aflutter at hearing this; as if a great weight has suddenly been plucked off my heart, and all that I would know now is bliss. Through the millions of butterflies turning in my stomach, I muster up the courage to look at him once more, and through the tears of joy in my eyes, I say it.
I'd do anything
Just to fall asleep with you
"I love you, too, Oliver Wood."
The smile on his face becomes so toothy, so child-like, that I just fall in love all over again. We get up from the table, our hands clasped together as if we were never going to let go, and we walk together towards the door, our feet always on the same step. Then, as I open the door and we prepare to go outside, I hear a faint tinkling of bells that sounds like a faraway, little voice. It slowly gets louder and louder and soon the voice begins to string recognizable sounds together.
"M... D...g...y..."
What a curious sound! I wonder what could be making it? I listen even closer and soon a name becomes clear.
"Mr. Diggory..."
Mr. Diggory? Why that's my name! Why would I be thinking of my own name in my little daydream? Such lunacy...
"Mr. Diggory!"
Cedric, his head resting in his boyish hand, opens up his eyes, sighing and smiling as the classroom comes into the focus. The bright fairies around the edge of the room, all aglow like the night sky on a clear midsummer's night, become the first to come into focus, followed by the brilliant candles that float above the classroom, throwing the columns of books into sharp relief. The final thing to come into view materializes right in front of his face: great plumes of kinky, white hair atop a visage of pale, wrinkled skin and light, glittering blue eyes.
Professor Flitwick stood before him, tapping his miniscule foot on his pedestal of spellbooks. By the look on his face, he wasn't pleased at the Hufflepuff's daydreaming.
"Welcome back, Mr. Diggory," Professor Flitwick said, his white brow rustling as he gazed down at the Seeker, "I hope that your little dream wasn't so distracting that you did not hear the incantation for the Sleeping Charm. Although I very much doubt that you even need such a spell, considering as how you so easily did so during my lesson. Would you care to explain yourself?"
Cedric immediately sat up and got out his spellbooks and parchment, his face becoming red at receiving a scolding from the pint-sized professor and at the giggles and laughs he got from his onlooking classmates. His hair fell down in front of his eyes again, forcing him to push it back as he rummaged through his spellbook, trying desperately to find the page containing the Sleeping Charm. Once he had located it, he looked up sheepishly to find Professor Flitwick still standing there, wand in hand, tapping his little foot on the cover of Heidi Ridgefrinkle's Guide to Humiliating Hexes and Confounding Curses. His normally kind, celestial blue eyes now appeared as cold and hard as a slab of permafrost.
Diggory merely muttered, "I'm terribly sorry, Professor. I've just been very anxious over the past three or four weeks and it's been getting to me. I swear that this will never happen again. I swear." Afterwards, he cast down his eyes to the spellbook, suddenly becoming very interesting in the Sleeping Charm as his mind raced, Here it comes. A speech about schoolwork and responsibility from Professor Flitwick. "Nothing should come between a student and his homework. Not relationships, not social gatherings, no nothing." Better brace yourself, Ced, 'cause here it comes...
However, no scolding came from the little professor; in fact, just an annoyed sigh came from the man as he spoke, "Very well, Diggory. Spend the rest of this class reading up and practice the spell for homework. But I had better not see you falling asleep in my class again. Understood?"
"Yes, sir," Cedric replied, looking up at Professor Flitwick with an expression of disbelief and graciousness, "Of course."
Will you remember me
With a smile and a grunt of contentment, the small professor returned to looking over the other students' handiwork, watching and correcting each error and praising those who had mastered the charm already. Back at his desk, Cedric feverishly took notes on the Sleeping Charm, putting the enticing dream he had just had to the back of his mind as he worked.
'Cause I know I won't forget you
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"Really good practice today, Ol," Fred Weasley said, a smile on his face as he looked over to the Gryffindor Captain, "If we keep this up through December, Ravenclaw shouldn't be a problem at all!"
Oliver groaned, "Not if Potter doesn't get a new broom. Those rickety school ones aren't at all suited to Seeking, especially not against that girl, Chang. She's a bloody devil, she is!" Little else had come to Wood's mind during the practice besides the huge drop in Harry's efficiency since his Nimbus was wrecked, as he had been forced to use the school's brooms, which weren't nearly up to scratch for his position of Seeker. He has got to order a new broom soon, he thought as they trudged through the field, the frosty grass crunching underfoot, Maybe a Cleansweep Seven or a Nimbus Two Thousand and One? Hell, even a Comet Two-Sixty would be fine, seeing as how that's what Chang's got! But he has got to get a move-on or we don't have a prayer come the match against Ravenclaw! His head and stomach began to ache with worry as thoughts of losing the Quidditch Cup bubbled to the surface, This is my last chance at the Cup! I almost lost it during the game with Hufflepuff, and I would never be able to look Marcus Flint in the eye if I lost again. Ruddy dementors! This is all their fault! I swear, if they come to the next match, I'm gonna bash those buggers into the ground! His fist clenched around his broom handle and continued to close, until he heard the small snapping of the fibers within the wood and desisted.
Together we broke all the rules
Dreaming of dropping out of school
To leave this place
And never come back
George took notice of his Captain's frustration and coaxed, "Well, we're going to dinner now since it's almost seven. Maybe a good bit of food and drink will make you feel better." His face was pulled in a polite smile as he attempted to cheer Oliver up, but to no avail.
"Eh, maybe," the Keeper replied unenthusiastically. There's only a few things that would make me feel better, and, right now, food isn't one of them. He then began to muse, Harry telling me he's ordering a new broom would be one thing to brighten my mood. The whole of the Slytherin team breaking their legs would be another. What else? Let's see... Then, as if to answer his question, a familiar shape walked out of the distant castle, with light brown hair and light skin. Though still a good distance away, the Gryffindor Captain immediately knew who it was as his mind began to cloud in a dream-like state, Cedric.
There really is nothing like a snowy Hogsmeade; everything just seems to be so warm and inviting. The cobblestone streets filled with wide-eyed Hogwarts students, each and every one of them pointing with their faces expressing awe. Even the Shrieking Shack, the most haunted building in all of Britain, looks majestic and radiant covered in a sheet of pure, white snow. But everything just seems to fall into the background as I stare at the beauty sitting right in front of me.
So now maybe after all these years
If you miss me have no fear
Cedric, his neck and chin wrapped up in his Hufflepuff black and yellow scarf, doesn't appear to be enjoying the cold as much as I am. The brisk, winter breeze flows in from the open doors and into the cafe, running across my exposed face like a lover's caress, but Cedric just sits there hunched over, his shivering, gloved hands held under his armpits and his breath quite visible as erratic clouds burst from his mouth and nose. I feel so sorry for him as I take off my own jacket and rise from my seat.
"W...What are y...you d...doing," he stutters as I move behind him.
Like a gentleman, I drape my jacket over his shoulders, saying, "You need it more than I do, Ced." Just as I stand over him, the unmistakable cinnamon smell wafts from him as I inhale. Ahhh, the essence of Cedric Diggory. For a moment as I return to my seat, I just watch my little Hufflepuff as he clutches the second jacket, shivering slighty less and looking up at me with those resonant grey eyes, so full of gratitude.
I'll be here
I'll be waiting
Maneuvering himself to sit up a bit straighter, he mutters, "Thanks. Thanks a lot." I can see some color returning to his child-like cheeks, creating a light flush of pink on his face as he manages a chattering smile. Inwardly, I'm swooning as I lock my eyes with his, that familiar, warm feeling taking hold as it did whenever our eyes met.
"No problem at all," I said, grinning like a fool. Continuing to watch him, I lose myself in his eyes as my next thoughts spill out of my mouth, "You're so handsome." I immediately feel my face turn a dark red as the blood rushes to my face; how embarassing!
He just starts laughing. The cold has affected him so that it's shallow and sickly, but it's that same Cedric laugh that I absolutely adore; his broad shoulders bob up and down, his wide smile pushing up so much that his eyes appear to be closed. He speaks through his giddiness, "Not as handsome as you are when you're embarassed, I'll tell you that much!" He removes one of his hands from under his arm and grabs the handle of a steaming mug on the table. He brings the cup up to his lips and drinks, a light moan escaping from him as the hot liquid hits his lips. A moment later, he brings the mug down and sets it back on the table. I laugh at him once again, at the small stream of cocoa that leaks out of his mouth, at the juvenile way he uses his forearm to wipe his lips, which have become even more pink.
"Wow," I say in a trance.
This could be the one last chance
to make you understand
He looks at me again and cocks an eyebrow, "What is it?"
And I just can't let you
leave me once again
It slips out. The one thing I've been wanting to tell him since I first met him. I mean, I had said it in the locker room that day, but it was only as a joke as I chased him around. Now, though, now I mean it and there is no way of stopping it as the warm feeling in my heart and stomach gets the best of me. It rumbles in my lungs as it comes up my throat, over my tongue, through each of my teeth, and between my lips, leaving a strange, satisfying warmth that dulls my senses as I say it. When I hear it in my ears, it's as if I'm hearing another man say it.
I'd do anything
Just to hold you in my arms
"I love you, Cedric Diggory."
To try to make you laugh
'Cause somehow I can't put you in the past
A look of mild shock appears on his visage, as if that was not what he had expected to hear. But, within seconds, that glow in his eyes comes back and his expression softens, and it seems that every trace of what I had just said vanished. That is, until he speaks once more.
"And I love you, Oliver Wood."
I'd do anything
Just to fall asleep with you
My heart does a triple backflip at the thought, It isn't just a physical attraction or a fling, it's love! Love! I grab his one hand with both of mine, bringing it up to my mouth as I kiss his gloved digits repeatedly. The bitter taste of the leather creeps into my mouth, but I don't care, I've found love! I desist and put both of my hands on his head before swiftly colliding our lips together.
Will you remember me
This isn't like the kisses we've shared at the school, it seems so much more... better. That familiar warmth that spreads from my lips to all the parts of my body has intensified to what feels like a flame erupting inside of me. The gentleness of his touch that feels like soft down feathers now feels as if I'm being kissed by the wings of thousands of butterflies. The feeling of it all, it's just incredible! I open my mouth and he immediately opens his, without waiting for my tongue to ask permission, as if we're connected by more than our lips. Our tongues wage a war against each other for dominance, and each time they touch, a tingle of pleasure runs down my spine and I feel my trousers tighten around my groin. I'd do anything for this man, anything for this feeling. He breaks the kiss and looks deep into my eyes.
'Cause I know I won't forget you
"Oliver," he says, those grey orbs delving deep into my soul.
I reply readily, "Yes?"
"Oliver."
"I'm here, Ced."
"Oliver."
"Oliver, open your eyes!"
WHAM.
It hit Oliver like a ton of bricks as he fell flat on his arse, the broomstick he was carrying now falling on the grass with a thump. Bringing up his hands to massage his head as it pulsed with pain, he opened his eyes and was met with a huge oak tree that appeared to have come out of nowhere. Red in the face, he looked around and saw Fred and George on their knees, howling with laughter as another boy ran up to him, his face blurred for the moment.
"My goodness, Oliver, are you okay," the boy said as he grabbed Oliver by his right hand and hoisted him onto his feet.
The pain was beginning to subside as the Gryffindor wrinkled up his nose a little bit, making sure that everything worked. But then, the boy's Hufflepuff tie caught his attention, as did the prefect badge pinned to his collar. Looking up, his heart jumped once more as he gazed on Cedric's visage.
I close my eyes
And all I see is you
The Keeper nodded, putting his hand up to his head and checking for blood, replying, "Aye, I'm all right. Just a bit shocked though. It's not every day you run into a tree."
At that moment, Fred and George Weasley, their faces as red as their hair from laughing so hard, stumbled up to the two of them. Sweat was dropping down their foreheads as they held onto their Captain for support.
"You should have seen your face, mate," Fred gasped, through bouts of laughter, "I won't forget it for as long I live!"
George gave a thumbs-up as he muttered through chuckles, "So graceful and smooth, my dear Captain! I don't think I've seen anyone who can smash into a tree with such fluidity!"
I close my eyes
I try to sleep
I can't forget you
Oliver, his face red with embarassment, looked down at the ground, suddenly very interested in the little pebbles that dotted the frost-ridden grass. I'm such an idiot, he thought, I can't believe I walked into a bloody tree. How stupid am I? While continuing to kick himself, he was suddenly roused from his self-pity by a roar of anger. Looking up, he was met with a red-faced Cedric, a vein throbbing in his forehead and his usually warm, grey eyes now ablaze like molten steel.
"Leave him alone," he roared, and the Weasley twins immediately ceased their jesting, "So he walked into a tree! Big deal! I'll bet both of you have done something embarassing in your lives? Do you like it when people laugh at you after that? Huh?"
And I'd do anything for you
"It was only a," Fred began in a quiet voice, apparently flabbergasted at this sudden display of anger from a Hufflepuff, and Cedric Diggory at that.
"I don't care," Cedric bellowed, cutting him off, "Five points from Gryffindor! Now go on to dinner, both of you!"
Scoffing a bit, the twins, not wanting any more points taken from their House for such a trivial problem, turned around and headed into the castle, saying things such as "smarmy bugger" and "it was only a joke."
Oliver was stunned, his mind blank for several moments as he stared at his boyfriend's rage-flushed face. I have never seen this side of him, the Gryffindor thought at long last, Usually, he's so laid-back about everything. He's never blown up like that before, and, to be completely honest, I really don't want to see that happen again. Finally getting control of himself, Wood reached out his left hand and placed it on the Hufflepuff's shaking shoulder, asking, "You all right, man?"
After taking in a deep breath and calming himself down, Cedric replied, "Yeah." He then glanced up at Oliver, his grey eyes connecting with his lover's brown ones, and began in a flurry, "I'm sorry, I don't know what came over me! It's just I thought you were hurt and they just started laughing and I completely lost it and..."
I'd do anything
Just to hold you in my arms
"You're doing it again," Oliver said in a sympathtic tone as he rubbed his hand along the shoulder of the Seeker's robes, "You have seriously got to calm down."
Taking another deep breath and closing his eyes for a moment, the Hufflepuff reopened them and turned his whole body to face the Gryffindor, "I'm really sorry I blew up like that. Believe me, it doesn't happen often."
"I would hope not," the Keeper replied, as if trying to stifle a laugh as another thought came to his mind, He is so going to kill me for what I'm about to say. He quickly stated, "'Cause you look ugly when you're angry!" He then burst out laughing as Cedric's jaw dropped in shock.
To try to make you laugh
'Cause somehow I can't put you in the past
Finally composing himself and putting a smile on his face, Diggory poked Wood's chest with his index finger, saying in his matter-of-fact tone, "Well, you're not exactly cute when you're embarassed, Mr. I-think-I'm-so-cute-all-the-time. In fact..."
A wickedly devilish grin spreading across his face, Oliver circled around Cedric and advanced, forcing him up against the tree before asking, "'In fact,' what?"
Looking up to his burly, Scottish boyfriend, the Hufflepuff stood on his tip toes and replied, "In fact, you're hot when you're embarassed." With that, he grabbed the crook of Oliver's Gryffindor red and gold tie and yanked him in for a sweet kiss as he pressed himself back against the bark of the oak tree.
I'd do anything
Just to fall asleep with you
Wow, Oliver thought back to when he had done this earlier as a surprised groan escaped into Cedric's mouth, That was unexpected.
Oliver then closed his eyes and fell into the moment. He brought up his right hand and rested it behind the Seeker's neck, fondling his locks of hair and smiling a bit at the moan he received while putting his left hand on the small of his back, rubbing his thumb against the fabric of his paramour's robes. This time, it was Cedric who ran his tongue along Oliver's bottom lip, asking for entry. Quickly admitted, the sensitive tongues of the two Quidditch Captains began their war for dominance, and each clash between them sent shivers down their spines, as if this was their perfect moment. Cedric wrapped his arm around Oliver's neck, pulling him even closer into the kiss as his other hand ran through the chestnut strands of the Keeper's hair, his nails skimming over the scalp and getting a gasp of pleasure from such a sensitive touch.
Definitely unexpected, Oliver thought as he broke the kiss and stuttered, clearing his throat a few times, "We sh...should really g...get to din...ner. You're a prefect and you should b...be there."
Will you remember me
Apparently thinking it over, Cedric shook his head and said in a childish voice, "Nah. I like where I am just fine, thank you." He then pressed his lips against Oliver's once more, enjoying their undeniably perfect moment.
'Cause I know I won't forget you
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This is wonderful, Cedric thought to himself later that night as he lay on his bed in the Hufflepuff fifth-year dormitory, I don't have night-watch tonight, so I can just lay here and have a good night's sleep! Yeah right! He stretched out his arms and yawned, clutching the gold-colored quilt and glancing at the gold curtains of the four-poster bed. Two beds to the right, he could hear Herbert Fleet, Hufflepuff Keeper, snoring peacefully when, suddenly, the door burst open and in came his other three roommates.
Andrew Parkin, Devon Landon, and Phineas Cork all came rushing into the room, yawning, stretching, and looking as if they were in desperate need of some sleep. Immediately, Cedric popped up, looking at all of them with wide, alert eyes.
His mouth stretched out from fatigue, Andrew asked as he rubbed the circles under his amber eyes, "Why are you so awake? Usually, you're worse than us!" He ran a hand through his short, black hair and collapsed onto his bed.
Phineas, a tall, lanky boy with light grey eyes and white-blond hair, spoke with a hoarse, tired voice, "Yeah, it's not night-watch for you tonight, so I thought that you would be getting some shuteye before the rest of us."
"I thought the same," Devon added in, his eyes red and bloodshot.
Cedric shrugged his shoulders and said, "I'm just not tired, that's all. I've had a really great day."
Andrew just shook his head and slammed it on his pillow, said, "Good for you. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to sleep now or I'll be nodding off in Potions tomorrow."
Devon fell back onto his bed, chuckling as he muttered, "Eh, with Snape teaching that class, it doesn't matter whether you get sleep or not. You'll nod off anyway."
"Yeah, but then he drops some Veritaserum into your mouth while you're sleeping and you start blabbing off to everyone once you wake up. Then, to add insult to injury, he takes ten points from your House. Wonderful chap, Snape is. Absolutely wonderful," Phineas mused sarcastically as he got under his covers and fell almost immediately into a deep sleep. If one of them hadn't known that Phineas never snored, they would have thought he had died, he was so silent.
Andrew, his voice slurred, added, "Yeah, quite the charmer," before he, too, sank into a deep sleep.
"Definitely," Devon finished as his eyes closed and his gentle breathing joined the chorus of Herbert, Phineas, and Andrew.
After a moment, with the silence only broken by the inhales and exhales of the slumbering Hufflepuffs, a lump from under Cedric's covers spoke in a familiar Scottish brogue, "Did the Draught work? Are they all asleep?"
I'd do anything
To fall asleep with you
"Yeah, it worked like a charm. You can come out now, Oliver," the Seeker whispered to the lump, who freed himself from the confines of the bed, "You never told me, how is it that no one said anything about you coming in here?"
Oliver, as he fingered the buttons of his shirt, asked, "What do you mean?"
I'd do anything
There's nothing I won't do
Cedric turned to face him completely, replying, "I mean, you have three other roommates: Percy, Geoff Staunch, and Rhyss O'Brien. Didn't they say anything to you about sleeping in another House dormitory?"
"Well, Geoff and Rhyss don't know about us yet," Oliver responded, casting off his unbuttoned shirt, "And Percy..."
His voice now very curious, the Hufflepuff said, "Go on. What about Percy?"
Trying to stifle a laugh, the Gryffindor finished, "I told him that if he said anything about us, you and I would snog in his bed naked."
I'd do anything
To fall asleep with you
The two of them burst out laughing as Cedric crawled over to a naked Oliver on all fours, running a finger down the side of his sculpted chest before saying, "I love you, Oliver Wood, you know that?"
His brown eyes glittering, the Gryffindor replied, "I know. And I love you, Cedric Diggory."
I'd do anything
'Cause I know I won't forget you
Closing the gap between them, a great flurry of red and gold fireworks flashed across Cedric's eyes as their lips connected, more than any he had ever seen. The warmth he felt now was like a raging fire, the softness, like a butterfly's kiss, their love, like the pyramids of Egypt: able to withstand the great test of time. The first perfect moment of many to come. Grabbing his wand from his nightstand, Cedric gave one wave and the gold curtains around his bed flew around them, shielding them from any prying eyes.
Outside the window that showed the great black of night, a flurry of snowflakes dropped from the sky.
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