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 "Accidentally in Love." Please, stop plagiarism.
CHAPTER 3: Accidentally in Love
"L...look at all th...that s...snow. I c...can't believe it's b...been g...g...going on all w...week."
"I know, Ced. Why don't you sit away from the window for a bit. You're shivering badly."
"No. I l...like it here. Ev...verything's s...so peaceful."
"Not your voice, Ced. I don't want you getting sick before Christmas. You know how guilty I'd feel for letting you stay here?"
"I d...don't want y...you to wor...ry about it...t...t."
"I wouldn't worry that much if you would just sit a bit farther from the window. It's bloody freezing, and that's saying something! You know how much I love the cold!"
It was true, but Cedric Diggory absolutely hated the cold. He enjoyed Christmas, the presents, mistletoe, snow, snowball fights, snowmen, and even the season of winter itself, but could never adapt to the cold that came along with all those blessings and distractions. Yet, every year, without fail, as the snow drifted down outside the tall windows of the Hogwarts library and onto the pure, white grounds below, he would sit there in that same seat only feet away from the large pane, getting the full blast of cold air as the frigid winds whipped against the glass. Taken to wearing his heavy winter robes, his Hufflepuff yellow and black scarf, and several layers of sweaters and socks, the young Seeker still would hunch over the table, his hands clutched under his arms for body heat and his teeth chattering inside his head as if each tooth was trying to escape its icy prison. But every year though, he would sit there, just watching as each miniscule snowflake fell from the cloudy, grey sky and joined its billions of brothers on the ground, only to be trampled by the young, carefree students as they pelted each other with snowballs or laid on their backs to make snow angels.
So peaceful, the Hufflepuff thought, The snowflakes falling, the students playing, the gentle crackling of the torches... All so wonderful. Then, as he continued to stare out the window, perhaps counting the myriad of flakes, a warm, calloused hand tenderly touched his face from behind, and a rush of warmth emanated from the spot, flooding throughout his entire body. I know who that is, Cedric thought, turning his head around towards the owner of the hand and smiling as those bulbous, chocolate eyes came into view, though full of concern.
In his irresistable Scotsman brogue, the Gryffindor asked with a worried voice, "Your skin's like ice, Cedric!"
Laughing on the inside, the prefect thought, He hasn't called me Cedric for weeks, it's always Ced or something. He only uses that name when he has something important to say and he's trying to get my attention. In a stutter, he replied, "W...well, it is wint...ter, Oliv...ver." Attempting to make light of the situation, Cedric tried to laugh, but only managed a shrill squeak that scratched at his throat.
Oliver was not amused, "You're coming up to my dormitory. You need to warm up and get some rest, and the Gryffindor dorms are closer than Hufflepuff's." Getting up from his seat, he walked behind the Hufflepuff and grabbed him underneath his armpits, evoking a weak giggle from the fifth-year that managed to get a small smile out of the older student.
"Usual...l...ly, y...you're laughing...g at s...stuff like this...s," Cedric moaned as he attempted to pull himself out of the chair, his extra clothes making him much heavier and bulky.
With his arms rubbing against the fabric over his boyfriend's frigid shoulders, the Keeper half-grinned as he replied, "I'll laugh after you stop shivering. The last thing you need for Christmas is pneumonia."
So he said what's the problem, baby
What's the problem I don't know
Well, maybe I'm in love (love)
The feeling of Oliver's support on his shoulders sent pulsating waves of warmth across his icy skin and deep into his frozen innards as each step taken made his legs feel weaker and more rubbery, so much that when they had exited the library and attempted to go up the first of many stairs to Gryffindor Tower, his right leg gave out. The Keeper's quick reflexes had kept Cedric from feeling the hard embrace of the marble floor, but in that moment where the Hufflepuff's arms were around Oliver's neck, and the Gryffindor's arms were on Cedric's waist, it would have seemed to any passerby that the seventh-year had spontaneously dipped the prefect. Their eyes met once again, and suddenly his skin began to feel warm once again; in fact, his skin was hot!
"Is...s it hot in h...here, or is it just m...me." Cedric stuttered. Apparently, he had yet to warm the shiver out of his voice.
Glancing up and down the Hufflepuff's overly-bundled frame, Oliver replied with a smile, "Well, you are wearing a good fifty layers of clothing, Ced."
A hearty laugh sounded between the two, though Cedric's still sounded frail and shallow-voiced, as if a vice had begun to clamp around his throat, but it was still that same Diggory laugh. His shoulders bobbed up and down and his cheeks had begun to hurt from the length of his smile. It was that same laugh that brought a glint of lust to Oliver's luminous, brown eyes.
Think about it
Every time I think about it
Can't stop thinkin 'bout it
If there's one thing I love about your body more than any other physical feature, it's those eyes, the Hufflepuff thought to himself as his laughter died out, to be replaced with a gaze of concentration as he stared into the unfathomable depths of his boyfriend's eyes, They're so deep and dark, yet they're so bright and I can see everything going on inside that fuzzy head of yours. His next thought escaped his lips, "It's a m...maddening feel...l...ling."
A flicker of curiosity immediately enterred the Gryffindor's eyes as he asked, "What is?"
How much longer will it take to cure this
Just to cure it 'cause I can't ignore it
if it's love (love)
"I'll t...tell you later," the Seeker replied as he leaned forward to kiss Oliver once again. But, just as their lips were about to touch and the fireworks about to spark before his very eyes, the sound of a throat being cleared echoed throughout the staircase, almost sounding like a sick cat coughing up a hairball, followed by a devious, serpentine voice.
"Well, well, well. Mr. Wood, Mr. Diggory."
The romantic moment shattered by the sound of that slick voice, Oliver immediately returned Cedric to his feet and put his hands behind his back, as the Hufflepuff did likewise, the short-lived warmth leaving his face. There, stepping out from the shadows of a hidden corridor, stood a man with pale, sallow skin. His hooked nose and greasy hair were unmistakable, as were his beady, black eyes, as grim and calculating as a shark's. The black robes he wore clung to his personage as though the wizard were a corpse dressed in a tangible shadow. He was none other than Professor Severus Snape, Potions master and Head of Slytherin House.
"Now," Snape began, his hollow voice echoing off the walls as his glare tore through the two students, "It's a Friday afternoon, tomorrow is your trip to Hogsmeade, and there's about a foot and half of snow on the ground. So, what would two boys such as yourselves be doing inside on a day like this?" A smug smirk began to curve its way across his wretched face.
Cedric, now stuttering from embarassment and nervousness as much as the residual cold, managed to say, "I'm n...not keen on th...the cold, Prof...f...fessor. I g...get chills very eas...s...sily. Oliver was helping...g me to my c...common room."
"Yes, and I'm sure a little romance by firelight was in your plans as well, Mr. Diggory," Snape retorted venomously as his eyes began to fill with a spark of life, though it wasn't exactly natural; like how a spoiled piece of fruit is full of a decayed flavor.
Oliver stepped up to face the Slytherin professor, his voice strong, "With all due respect, Professor, our little romances are none of your business."
Makes me wanna turn around
and face me but
I don't know nothin' 'bout love.
"What did you say to me," Snape began, his voice becoming annoyed and gradually more poisonous, "You are a student! How dare you speak to me that way!? You have no right to address me in that manner, you insolent, little..."
"Excuse me, Severus?"
Another familiar, hoarse voice reverberated in the off the marble steps. That voice, of course, belonging to Professor Remus Lupin, the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher. In the dim torchlight, his greying, brown hair and tired face made him look like a ghost. Dressed in his usual, shabby robes, the professor walked briskly up the stairs once he had spotted Snape, Oliver, and Cedric, each footstep creating a sharp echo that resounded for several seconds afterward. Once he had reached them, he scanned across the faces of the two students, his kind eyes filling them with hope and light, before turning to Professor Snape.
Lupin's hoarse voice was heard once again as he spoke, "What seems to be the problem here, Professor?"
His lip curled in hatred as his eyes filled with that unnatural spark once more, Snape replied, "Ah, Remus. Out for a little walk before moonrise, are we?" Eyes gleaming in triumph at the uneasiness that had spilled across Lupin's face, the Slytherin continued, "These two were caught in a rather compromising position while skulking around the corridors."
"We weren't skulking," Oliver cut in heatedly.
"Mr. Wood, please," Lupin said, holding up a silencing hand to the Gryffindor, "From what I've heard, they were on their way to drop Cedric off at the Hufflepuff common room, where he could get some rest before dinner. I, too, can vouch for his distaste with the cold, Professor, as can you." He then turned to the two students and said, with a warm smile on his tired face, "Personally, I suggest that you take Mr. Diggory to Gryffindor Tower, Mr. Wood. The fire that's usually burning there would do him very well, and also considering that the Tower is considerably closer than the Hufflepuff common room."
Professor Snape interrupted, drawing Lupin's attention once more, "That doesn't explain their romancing, Lupin."
The DADA Professor's smile grew wider as he nudged his colleague in the shoulder, "Oh, come now, Severus. You were a teenager once, and I'm sure you had your own little rendezvous or two around the castle."
"Will you be qui," the Slytherin Head began, nearly losing his temper as a vein began to throb in his forehead, but catching himself. His eyes now afire and his face flushed, the Potions Master turned to the two students and spat, "Five points from both Gryffindor and Hufflepuff. Now, get to Gryffindor Tower and out of my sight!"
Come on, come on,
Turn a little faster
Not wanting to remain any longer in the presence of the malevolent Snape, Oliver and Cedric made haste up the following several staircases, the latter too afraid to remember that he was still shivering and frozen to the bone. His teeth continued to rattle inside his head as he hiked up his multitude of robes to climb each step.
Here's hoping he doesn't say anything, the Hufflepuff thought as he and his boyfriend darted for Gryffindor Tower, The last thing I need is a rumor starting about how me and Oliver were snogging in front of Professor Snape. With the way word spreads around here, by the end of the day, there'll be an epic about how we were caught having sex on his desk and how we threw a glass bottle into his eyes so we could escape. That'd be rich! He peered over to look at Oliver and noticed the same, anxious look on his face, I wonder if he's as nervous as I am? He didn't have long to ponder the thought though, as they had just arrived at the portrait hole into Gryffindor Tower. There, the clumsy and dimwitted Sir Cadogan, clad in his tarnished armor and standing beside his fat pony, turned to face the two students and roared a battle cry as he drew his abnormally large and heavy sword, which immediately planted into the ground once unsheathed.
Pushing back his visor which had fallen over his eyes due to the the sudden dive of his sword, Sir Cadogan bellowed, "None shall enter without the password! What is it, ye foul knaves!? Answer or fight!"
Looking over to Cedric for a moment with a raised eyebrow, Oliver then turned back to the portrait and replied, "Ornery wench."
"Very well," Sir Cadogan conceded, notably crestfallen as he swung forward to admit the two. However, as they enterred the hole, he shouted once more, "Took the easy way out, eh? Well, come back here and face me like men, ye cowards! I'll rip you limb from limb! I'll bite your bloody legs off! Get back here, you yellow-bellied curs!"
Come on, come on,
The world will follow after
The mad knight's rantings dying off as the portrait hole closed shut behind them, Oliver and Cedric walked down the dark corridor and into the warm light of the empty Gryffindor common room. A circular room with adornments of red and gold all over the walls and several chairs and couches in front of a happily crackling fire, the colors of the room jumped out at Cedric as if he had stepped into a furnace. However, the warmth of the room had made the cold that remained inside him even more noticeable as he began to shiver once again, his heated skin and icy innards creating a strange and unpleasant feeling.
"I...I'm still fr...freezing, Oliver," the Seeker said as he crossed his arms, attempting to hold on to his body heat. I can't believe it, he thought to himself, A minute ago, I didn't even notice how cold I was, and now it's become unbearable. Damn snow!
Apparently afraid that his boyfriend's leg would give out again, the Gryffindor moved up to the Hufflepuff and grabbed him underneath the arms, effectively supporting him. Then, in a soft, strained whisper, he muttered, "You need to get into bed before you catch a cold. Well, if you haven't already. Come on, you can use my bed again."
Come on, come on,
'Cause everybody's after love.
He's so handsome when he's concerned, Cedric couldn't help but think as he gazed at Oliver's face, his usually warm, inviting eyes now filled with worry as he handled the Seeker with extreme care, his calloused hands moving surprisingly softly as they strengthened under his arms. Then, heading up the circular, stone staircase leading to the boys dormitories, the fifth-year made a mental note to reward his lover after he had warmed up.
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He's usually never this hard to support, Oliver thought to himself as he, with Cedric's arm and full weight on his right shoulder, stumbled into his dormitory and up to his own four-poster bed on the far side of the dimly lit, empty room, Well, then again, he doesn't usually wear all these layers of clothes. Finally lurching over to the side of his bed and pulling back the heavy, scarlet curtains, the Gryffindor sat the Hufflepuff prefect on the bed and put his warm, rough hand against Cedric's forehead, clearing away his tangle of light brown hair and looking at his pink, flushed skin. His eyes, normally with a lively glow against the grey, now seemed to flicker as bags formed under them, tainting his perfect, fair complexion with a tired darkness. Those full, pink lips were now pale and near blue as they quaked, moved by the chattering teeth hidden just behind them.
"Merlin's beard," the Keeper exclaimed as he drew back his hand, his brow furrowed with concern, "You still haven't warmed up enough, and you look horrible!"
A small grin appeared on the Seeker's visage as a small squeak of a laugh escaped him, "Th...thanks for the c...complim...ment. You look...k great, t...too." The glint in his eye returned to full strength for a moment before becoming a dim flicker once again.
"I'm going to help you get undressed," Oliver finally said, his own face now a bright shade of red as he blushed from the myriad of suggestive thoughts that streaked by his mind.
So I said I'm a snowball runnin'
Runnin' down into the spring
That's comin' all this love
Pushing those wishes to the back of his brain and willing his body to relax, he bent down on his knees and easily tugged off Cedric's right shoe, followed by the left one, allowing them to fall to the floor with a dull thunk. Laughing at the several layers of socks that young Diggory had on, especially the topmost layer that was striped with his House colors, he looked up to see the Hufflepuff shrug off his first three layers of robes, followed by the shedding of two yellow, badger-emblazoned sweaters, leaving him only in his Hogwarts uniform (minus his black robe): black trousers, grey pullover, white shirt, and a Hufflepuff yellow and black tie. Oliver slowly stood up, his knees straightening as he bent forward and grabbed the grey pullover before bringing it up over his boyfriend's head.
"I can und...dress myself, y...you know," Cedric stuttered, his voice slightly muffled as the grey sweater moved over his mouth and off his head, only to join his other sweaters and robes on the ground. Then, just as he felt the Gryffindor undo his tie and begin to unbutton his shirt, he added, "B...but I see you're r...rath...ther enjoying y...yours...self."
Not even bothering to look Cedric in his eyes, Oliver replied in a serious tone, "I'm much more concerned with getting you warm than I am with getting you naked." He then found himself drawn to those grey eyes, which were now glowing with a bit more radiance, "And the last thing you need is to miss a day in Hogsmeade with your charming, delightful, talented, and pleasantly attractive boyfriend, isn't that right?"
"Don't f...forget ex..xtremely hum...ble. W...wouldn't...t want to forget th...that, would w...we, Oliver," the Hufflepuff quipped as the Gryffindor finished unbuttoning his shirt and removed it.
Oliver laughed as he saw the longjohns that Cedric wore underneath his attire, "Well, you're not as thick as I thought you were. Standing near a window, freezing your arse off, but at least you wear the appropriate underwear! Now, if only you had a bit more common sense!"
Meltin' under blue skies
Beltin' out sunlight
shimmerin' love
Cedric sighed, "Y...you sound like my m...mum." His eyes now wandered to Oliver's hands, which were busy undoing his belt and the top button of his pants.
"Better your mum than mine," the Gryffindor scoffed, "Believe me." Once he had finished with the belt and the pants, he had bent down, grabbed the legs, and, with a great tug, yanked off his last article of outerwear. Now, in front of him, clad in body-length thermal underwear, stood Cedric Diggory. His face was still a very light pink, his lips still a very light blue and shivering from his chattering teeth, the bags under his eyes now making him look very similar to Professor Lupin after he had fallen sick... His eyes, though, Oliver thought, they're back to normal! Indeed, Cedric's grey eyes had returned to their full luminosity, and they were as bright and awe-struck as a child's as they looked up at the Keeper, and, if it was even possible, became even more luminous. After a moment, Oliver, rousing himself from his stupor, said, "Now, you need to get some sleep before dinner. You have about an hour and a half." With that, he turned and prepared to leave the dormitory.
That shivering, voice spoke up, "Where a...are y...you going, Oliv...ver?"
"I have a big test for McGonagall tomorrow," Oliver replied, not even turning as his hand grasped the handle to the door, "Then, I have an essay to do for Snape, homework from Sprout and Lupin, and I have to get my team together to go over plans for our match against Ravenclaw after holiday." He was counting off the things he needed to do, raising a finger for each objective.
"Th...that can wait, c...can it," Cedric's voice asked.
The Gryffindor stopped short, his hand grasping the doorknob as he turned to face the Hufflepuff. There he was, still sitting in the same place, his legs dangling over the edge of the bed, his head turned to face Oliver, who looked at that perfect face with an unwavering gaze. His face, bathed in the grey light from the snowy window, looked back at him with an expression that almost seemed like pleading. He wants me to stay, the Keeper thought to himself, unable to break his eye contact with that ghostly, pale face, now appearing to be completely devoid of color.
After a moment, the Hufflepuff spoke again, but with perfect clarity, "Stay with me."
A smile appeared on Oliver's face as he said, "A prefect telling me that work can wait?"
"It's b...been known to hap...p...pen," the Seeker replied, a smile spreading across his face that mirrored the Gryffindor's, "And I'm sure y...you can th...think of...f a few w...ways to warm m...me up."
Well baby I surrender
To the strawberry ice cream
Never ever end of all this love
A thrill rushed through Oliver's system as he let go of the door handle and started walking slowly towards his bed, never breaking his eye contact with Cedric as his grin became more devilish. A torrent of suggestive thoughts ran by his mind, finally wresting control and flooding through the Keeper's consciousness, as he simply muttered, "Perhaps." That warm feeling pooled in his stomach once again as he moved closer and closer to the red-curtained bed, his mind racing, He's leading me on now. Oh, I can get used to this! Unable to hide the smile on his face, he walked around the bed, running his fingers along the velvet-like fabric of the curtains and knowing that its soft touch is nothing compared to Cedric's, moving even closer to those glistening, grey orbs. He's all mine, the Keeper thought, as he leaned in and softly pushed the Seeker onto his back before climbing on top of him, their eyes never wandering.
"I feel a bit w...warmer already," the Hufflepuff whispered, his lips shivering slightly less and his face tinted as much from exhilaration as from the residual cold, as a tent appeared to rise in his longjohns that moved inch by inch towards Oliver's own trouser-imprisoned length.
Oliver, his arms bracing against the bed on either side of Cedric's head, lowered his face closer and closer to the prefect's, the sudden smell of spicy cinnamon and cold air now flooding through his nostrils and into his blood, as if his entire body was now coursing with the Hufflepuff's essence. He gasped slightly when he felt Cedric's chilling touch on the back of his neck, drawing him in even closer and feeling the minimal warmth that emanated from the near-naked body. A erratic breath, shivering from cold as well as nervousness, washed over his lips as they moved nearer to each other.
Well I didn't mean to do it
But there's no escapin' your love
The Gryffindor watched as the Hufflepuff's eyes closed, falling into the moment, and slowly inched forward to meet him. One moment, there was Cedric's face. The next, there were his two almond-shaped eyes covered by a veil of flesh. That final moment before their lips touched, Oliver could see each individual hair on his boyfriend's fine eyebrow before he, too, closed his eyes...
"Scree, scree," a screech broke through the silence, coupled with a scratching sound that roused Oliver from his reverie.
What the hell is it now, he thought angrily as he opened his eyes and looked towards the window, hoping to find what the sound had come from. There, right outside in the driving snow, was a little elf owl, its brown and grey feathers coated in white snow and its golden eyes flashing as it nipped at the glass. Sighing, the Gryffindor pushed himself off of Cedric so that he straddled the Hufflepuff's stomach, pulled his wand from his pocket, and lazily flicked it at the window, muttering, "Aperio." Immediately, as the hinges squeaked on the windowpane, the large glass swung outward, prompting the little bird to fly back a little bit to avoid being knocked senseless. After a moment though, as snow began to fall into the room, the owl flew in and straight up to the bed, perching on Oliver's desk chair. Flicking at the window once more with a command of, "Claudo," the window slammed shut once again, and he took notice of an envelope tied to the bird's talon.
These lines of lightning
Mean we're never alone
Never alone, no, no
Cedric, who gently pushed Oliver off and to his side, sat up and looked on as the Gryffindor untied the letter, asking, "What's that?"
The black letters on the envelope read, "Cedric Diggory. Hufflepuff. Hogwarts School."
"It's for you," Oliver said, handing the mail to his boyfriend with a curious expression on his face, "What do you think it is?"
"Well, we'll f...find out, won't w...we," he replied, a playful smile on his face as he tore open the side of the envelope and pulled out a small piece of parchment. Slowly, his eyes scanned through the letter, the grin slowly leaving his face and turning into a glum, crestfallen frown.
Apparently it's not good news, Oliver thought as he continued to watch Cedric's depressed frown deepen, Not good at all. Once it had appeared that he had finished reading, Oliver asked, "Is everything okay?"
Silently handing the letter to the Gryffindor, Cedric didn't even bother looking him in the eye as he just glanced down at the paper with a look that commanded, "Read now."
Oliver thought it better to comply as he read the little note aloud:
"Dear Ced,
I hope everything is going well for you at school. OWLs should be coming up later this year and I want to know that you're studying hard, because if you're not, you know that your father won't be pleased. We heard that Hufflepuff defeated Gryffindor in the first match of this year; wonderful job, son! And against Harry Potter, too, well I guess you showed that amateur what real competition is like, eh? Now, if you just put as much dedication into your schoolwork as you put into Quidditch, then you would be at the top of your class, no doubt! But, what do I know? I'm just your mother!
Anyway, that's not what I wanted to tell you. It seems that you'll have to remain at Hogwarts for this Christmas, since your father and I are going to Rome for winter holiday. I hear that the ancient temples are absolutely fascinating, and the spells that were created there... Well, we won't just be sight-seeing. Your father has got some Ministry business to take care of, but, shhhhh, I'm not supposed to talk about that. I'm really sorry about this, honey, I really am. We would come and take you along, but we're leaving before your term ends and I bet you want to spend time with your friends anyway. Besides, the castle is almost empty during the holidays, so think of all the work you'll be able to get done: you'll be able to bring up your Transfiguration grade and work on Quidditch plays. Isn't that great?
We'll pick you up a souvenir or two while we're in Rome. We love you, honey!
Love, Mum
P.S. One more thing, the bird bites.
Ouch, you little bugger!" The owl, which had hopped onto Oliver's shoulder, nipped him hard on the ear, causing him to swat it back to the chair. He turned back around to see Cedric just sitting there, staring off into space with a glum look written all over his face.
"It's not fair," he muttered furiously, "This is the third time since I came to Hogwarts that I've been left here for Christmas while my parents go gallivanting across Europe. My second year, it was Spain. Last year, it was France. This year, it's Italy. I've only spent Christmas with them for my first and third year, and I'm sick of it! It's not fair!" All trace of the shiver was gone from his voice as he punched the bed, his face turning red from anger.
After a few seconds of strained silence, Oliver asked quietly, "Do you want me to stay here with you for Christmas? I'm sure my parents will understand."
Cedric looked up at him, his eyes now grey and watery like a nighttime swamp, and replied, "No, your family wants you to spend Christmas with them. You shouldn't stay here on my account."
More silence passed between them as the Gryffindor thought, What can I do to make sure he has a happy Christmas? C'mon, Ol, think! Let's see, he wants to spend it with his family, but they're going to be in Italy for the whole of the holiday, so he can't go with them... Wait a minute! I've got it! Springing from his bed to his desk, he grabbed a quill, a bottle of ink, and a piece of parchment from his drawer and placed them on the desktop.
"What are you doing, Oliver," the Hufflepuff asked, curious as to what his paramour was writing so wildly about, "Look, if you're going to write to my parents about this, don't worry about it. You don't have to--"
"Love, Oliver," he muttered as he finished writing on the parchment and, cramming it into an envelope, tied it to the elf owl's tiny leg, moving back just as the bird made a move to bite his hand. Grabbing his wand once more and pointing it at the window, the hinges squeaked again and the cold air flooded into the room, creating that familiar chill. Once more unfurling its small wings, the owl fluttered into the air and back outside, leaving the two alone once more.
Watching as his sly boyfriend magicked the window closed, Cedric asked, his face bewildered, "What was all that about?"
Come on, come on,
Move a little closer
Oliver decided to answer by forcing his lips against the fifth-year's, evoking a surprised moan from the younger student, who immediately settled into the moment. The cold of Cedric's lips seemed to die down as the seconds passed, as did the chill in his skin as Oliver grabbed the bottom of the warm undershirt and brought it up over the Hufflepuff's head, breaking the kiss for a moment before continuing once again, running his large hands through the tufts of ruffled, sandy brown hair. Feeling Cedric's wandering hands undo his Gryffindor tie and the buttons on his shirt, the Keeper climbed on top of Cedric once again, running his left hand along the muscles of the Seeker's arms, strengthened through years of Quidditch. Before long, the icy air bombarded Oliver's naked back as his shirt and tie were cast off to join the myriad of clothing on the floor. He jumped slightly as Cedric's cold hands touched the rippling muscles on his back, tracing along them with his fingernails and sending a pleasurable shiver down the Gryffindor's spine as he gasped. His pants had suddenly become very tight again, well, in his crotch at least, as he rubbed his growing member against the fabric between his and Cedric's own, lengthening erection. Breaking his embrace and slowly moving down the Hufflepuff's fair-skinned body, Oliver nipped and kissed at Cedric's exposed flesh, inwardly laughing at the gasps and groans he received as he felt Diggory's supple fingers run through his chestnut hair.
"Lower, Oliver," Cedric moaned before biting his lower lip and running through the Gryffindor's hair more feverishly.
Come on, come on,
I wanna hear you whisper
Complying with his wish, Oliver moved across the Hufflepuff's chest, dotting each inch of skin with a tender kiss as he slowly moved to the right, towards Cedric's small, pink nipple. He locked eyes with the Seeker for one, short moment before taking the small, cold nub into his mouth, revelling as he watched Cedric's head fall back onto the bed, a forceful moan filling the room. Oliver could feel as the icy flesh begin to warm up once he sucked at it, growing even more audacious as he ran his tongue over the nipple, swirling his tongue along the flesh and laughing at how the Hufflepuff dug one hand into the bed, clutching at the covers with his child-like fingers. The moans continued to ring in the Gryffindor's ears as he finally desisted, bringing his mouth off of Cedric's sweet flesh and allowing a small string of saliva to linger between them. He glanced up and locked eyes once again with the Seeker's, his almond-shaped, grey eyes so full of a lustful light as he bit his bottom lip. Oliver returned to his work, planting one more kiss on the nipple before heading even lower, tracing his tongue along the curves of each muscle and his large, calloused hands squeezing between Cedric's back and the bed, slowly moving down towards the Hufflepuff's firm bum.
"Wow. Oh, Oliver," the Seeker muttered as he jumped, Oliver's hands firmly grasping his backside and his tongue moving ever lower. Then, as the Gryffindor nipped Cedric just above his navel, the fifth-year yelped, "Ouch! Watch how hard you bite, Wood!"
Oliver merely looked up and, with a smile spreading across his face, replied in an unconvincingly innocent voice, "Oops, sorry."
He then went back to ravishing every inch of Cedric's torso, circling around the Hufflepuff's navel with sweet kisses before plunging his tongue into the hole, evoking yet another moan from his starstruck paramour. Slowly, he flicked his tongue in and out, accelerating to match Cedric's erratic breathing as the boy squirmed with ecstasy, his clothed member now rubbing roughly against Oliver's collarbone. Well, I guess that he's just as ready as I am, Oliver thought as he felt the soft material rub roughly against his clavicle, a smile widening on his face as he ceased teasing the Hufflepuff and slowly began to kiss below his navel. Lower and lower the Gryffindor went as he felt the light, fine hairs of his boyfriend's treasure trail skim softly against his warm lips, sending powerful shivers down his spine as each individual hair grazed his skin. Within moments, Oliver's chin caught the waistband of Cedric's longjohns, drawing them down slightly as he looked back up into those warm, grey eyes, now pulsating with passion. With one final thought, the Keeper mused, Get ready for the time of your life, Diggory, as he took the waistband between his teeth and slowly began to pull down.
Come on, come on,
Settle down inside my love
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"No," Cedric muttered softly as he felt the cold air of the room slowly engulf his privates, "Oliver... please, stop."
Immediately, Oliver's head popped up, asking, "What is it?"
Sitting up and pulling his underpants up a bit, he replied, "I'm sorry, Ol. I'm just not ready for this, not yet." His eyes were beginning to water now as his mind raced, He's going to be so angry at me now. I can hear it already, "What do you mean you're not ready!? You weren't telling me to stop when I was kissing you or when I was sucking at your chest! Why stop now!? You know what? Forget it! Just get-- He couldn't bear to finish the thought as he wriggled from Oliver's grasp and immediately began to collect his strewn clothes from the floor, muttering in a squeaking voice, "I'm sorry, Oliver. I just... Forget it, I'll leave... I'm sorry I led you..." Continuing on as he streaked around the room, picking up articles of clothing and apologizing, a distant voice sounded in his head, intermingling with his thoughts.
"Ced, listen..."
I can't believe I couldn't go through with it! Stupid, Ced, stupid!
"Stop for a second. Let's talk about this..."
I love him, I really do! But I'm just... I don't know! What's holding me back!? Who cares now... He probably doesn't want to see me...
"Cedric!"
That one, forceful bellow rang through his head, drowning out every thought circling inside as a firm, heated hand closed around his naked forearm. He froze as a pulsating shiver ran throughout his body, his back still faced to the Gryffindor and a pile of clothes in his other hand.
After a moment, he turned, his face pale and empty, and whimpered, "I'll understand if you don't want to see me anymore. I led you on and I'm sorry. Now, if you'll excuse me..." With that, he turned and attempted to walk off once more, only to be held in place by the Keeper's vice-like grip.
Come on, come on,
Jump a little higher
"What's wrong, Cedric," Oliver asked, his voice smooth and caring as he spoke, his sultry brogue rolling off his tongue. Met with silence, he continued, "Do you honestly believe that I don't want to see you again just because you don't want sex? Come on, Ced, you know me better than that." Cedric turned and locked his glistening grey eyes with Oliver's deep, brown ones, a new warmth rushing through his entire body as he listened to the Gryffindor's voice, as sweet and slick as honey, "If you don't want to do it yet, that's fine by me. I can wait. Besides, when I get the reply owl in a few days, you'll be in for a great surprise. Believe me." A smile curved across his cherubic face, that boyish, toothy smile that drove the Seeker absolutely insane.
The Hufflepuff couldn't help but mimic that same smile as he said weakly, his voice cracking, "Really?"
"Well, now," Oliver spoke, his usual swagger now reentering his voice, "we do have about an hour before dinner. Why don't we catch some sleep? Unless, of course, you want to leave."
Pausing as he stood there, his forearm still clutched by the Gryffindor, Cedric dropped the clothes in his opposite hand before replying, "I don't think I'd mind staying here a bit longer." A teasing expression on his face, now its fair complexion once again, the Seeker, followed close behind by the Keeper, ran back to the large four-poster bed, trampling over the robes and socks dotted along the carpeted floor.
Just before Cedric sat down, Oliver, pulling him in close so that their naked chests were pushed together, whispered, "I'd like that."
Come on, come on,
If you feel a little lighter
"I bet you would," the Hufflepuff replied in his cutest matter-of-fact voice, before laughing devilishly and kissing his boyfriend, the grand explosions of red and gold shimmering before his eyes once again as they fell backward onto the bed, Lion on top of Badger. Their hands traveling once more, Oliver's large, rough hands fastened themselves around the Hufflepuff's waist, while Cedric's soft, smooth arms wrapped themselves behind the Gryffindor's neck, teasing the seventh-year's supple skin with his short, skimming fingernails. He broke the kiss for a moment, saying, "Wait a moment."
"What is it," Oliver asked, his brow furrowed with worry once more, "Are you all right?"
Come on, come on,
We were once upon a time in love
Reaching his hand into the Gryffindor's trouser pocket, Cedric extracted the elder student's wand, twirling it between his fingers as he replied, "Maybe just a little privacy in case Percy decides to make an impromptu appearance." He allowed himself to laugh once more as he waved Oliver's wand at the curtains of the bed, muttering, "Claudo." On command, the ruby red blind moved all around the bed, allowing only the sounds of their giggling and kissing to escape before one, final command sounded quietly, "Silencio."
The only sound in the seventh-year dormitory now was the howling of the wind outside and the pitter-patter of the snowflakes as they gently struck the fogging windows.
We're accidentally in love
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There really was nothing like the village of Hogsmeade in winter, nothing at all. The cobblestone streets, enchanted with heat to resist icing over, forced snowflakes to melt once they grounded, coating each individual stone with a sleek shine that reflected the light grey sky above. Honeydukes sweet shop, its wood and glass doors always open and streaming a golden light onto the street, seemed to exude the tantalizing combination of melted chocolate, spicy cinnamon, and sweet fruit, which mingled with the cheery smell of evergreens and evoking the joyous images of Christmastime as the glorious scent reached the noses of many an eager Hogwarts student. Zonko's joke shop, proprietor of the dungbombs, Fanged Frisbees, and Biting Teacups that the students enjoyed so well, shone with a similar golden light as the doors continuously opened and closed, revealing the several, suspicious-looking consumers (mainly Fred and George Weasley) who indulged in their fine products; it's red sign, the silver letters gleaming in the luminous snow, swayed back and forth with the gentle breeze. The Three Broomsticks pub, owned by the beautiful Madam Rosmerta who had dressed for the yuletide season, shone with a joviality as people would walk in, shivering and their faces forlorn, and would come out soon after, genuinely laughing and in high spirits, trickles of butterbeer or mead running down their mouths. Everywhere in the small town, be it Dervish and Banges, the post office, or even the Shrieking Shack, a large hovel on the outskirts of town, the atmosphere had become so welcoming as the full-wizarding community became blanketed with snow and holiday cheer.
Oliver, dressed in a knit, gold sweater emblazoned with a red Quaffle, his Gryffindor scarf, red mittens, and faded, blue jeans, stood in a small expanse of snow across from Madam Puddifoot's tea shop, shaking his head to get rid of the snow that had collected on top of his head. Feeling the unpleasant tingle of cold as a small portion melted and ran down his back, the Gryffindor shivered lightly and continued to watch as countless Hogwarts students chattered and trudged on the cobblestone street.
He told me last night to meet him across from the tea shop, the Keeper thought, a hint of impatience seeping into his thoughts, Now, I'm here, and where is he? Nowhere to be found! I swear, when I get my hands on him... Oh, when I get my hands on him, he's going to have the time of his life! His inward laughter was cut short as a cold projectile slammed into the left side of his head, causing him to stagger. Turning around to face his attacker, Oliver came face to face with Fred and George Weasley, who were grinning wickedly as they held more snowballs in their mittened hands. He moaned, "Oh, no."
"Hello there, Oliver," they spoke in perfect unison, their calculating, blue-eyed glares never leaving the burly Scot as they tossed the snowballs up in the air and caught them again, "Care for a little fun?"
The Keeper replied, his hands itching to grab some snow and return fire, "Nah, I'm meeting someone here."
Identical grins working across their faces, the two redheads appeared even more impish as Fred said, "Wrong answer, dear Captain."
What followed could only be described as havoc. As quick as a flash, the two Weasleys hurled their projectiles at Oliver, and just as the white missiles rocketed towards his face, he quickly ducked and gathered a quantity of snow in his own, gloved hands. Rising to his feet once more, the Keeper chucked his own snowball at the two Beaters, grimacing as the icy ball flew right between them, much to their amusement. While he attempted to duck, roll, or do anything to get out of the line of fire, the Weasley twins, their eyes glimmering with a wicked light, fanned out and continuously pelted their dear Captain with snow. This continued for several minutes, the three Gryffindors becoming red in the face as they panted with exhaustion and cold, yet never giving up the fight, until finally, when Oliver had pegged George between the eyes, expectant smiles spread across the twins' faces.
Accidentally in love
Accidentally in love
The two redheads shouted simultaneously as they gazed at something behind the seventh-year, "Now!"
Nothing could prepare Oliver for the blatantly unpleasant sensation that he felt the following instant, his collar had gone tight around his throat as someone grabbed the back of his shirt and pulled, which preceded a pile of snow being shoved down his naked back. Immediately, the elder Gryffindor seized, his entire body becoming rigid as the snow on his back melted and absorbed into his shirt and pants, causing his clothing to become horribly wet and cold. For a moment, his mind was completely blank, not knowing who had perpetrated such a vile act.
Then, as the twins were doubling over in laughter, a gasp escaped George, "Nice one, Diggory!"
Accidentally in love
Accidentally in love
Diggory, Oliver thought, stunned once more, Ced did this? He turned slowly on his heels, his boots scraping the packed snow underfoot, as he came face to face with that exact person. Cedric Diggory, his sand-colored hair ruffled and hanging over his tearing eyes, his usually white face flushed pink as he laughed uncontrollably, was hunched over in front of his boyfriend, holding his stomach as hysterical tears began to roll down his face, streaking his jubilant smile. This laugh, however, wasn't the same painful, squeaking laugh that escaped him when his body was buffeted with cold; this laugh was his usual, hearty chortle of joy which forced his smile so wide that it appeared his eyes had closed. This was a true Cedric Diggory laugh.
Accidentally in love
Accidentally in love
"Oh my goodness! That was wicked! I got you, Oliver, I bloody got you," Cedric guffawed in between his bouts of simple chuckling and insane laughter, "I can't believe it! Awesome!"
Well, two can play that, Mr. Prefect, the Gryffindor thought as he moved even closer to the unsuspecting Hufflepuff, and I intend to win! He stopped when he was mere inches from his paramour, and waited until those grey eyes looked up, before saying, "Oh, aye, you think that's funny?"
His laughter dying to only occassional titters and giggles, Cedric stood up, his gaze uncertain as he spoke, "Um, Oliver? You know it was only a..." He never finished the sentence as he was suddenly tackled to the ground by his beefy man. Within an instant of falling into the snow, Oliver had straddled himself over Cedric's torso, pinning the young prefect's wrists to the ground with his own and bending down to trace his lips and tongue along the Hufflepuff's smooth, pale neck before lightly sinking his teeth into the milky flesh. Cedric gasped in a combination of pain and pleasure, causing the Gryffindor to pop his head back up, a devilish smile on his face as his boyfriend's voice passed by his ears, "Well, that was rather unexpected."
Accidentally in love
Accidentally
Oliver just stared into Cedric's luminous, grey eyes as he mused, You're such a cheeky bugger but, followed by his voice, "I love you anyway." With that, he bent down once again and locked lips with his love, ravishing the undescribable taste of Cedric Diggory as it filled his now-blank mind, only occupied with pleasure and love. Opening his mouth further to deepen the moment, Oliver's tongue reached out and explored every crack of Cedric's chapped lips before finally feeling the prefect open up his mouth, his own tongue snaking out to tangle with the Gryffindor's. As the sensitive organs touched, an endearing shiver ran down the Keeper's spine as he let go of the Seeker's wrists, instead bringing his arms around Cedric's neck and snuggling even closer to him, falling into a warmth and proximity-fueled euphoria. Then, replacing the chilling feeling as a myriad of snowflakes melted against his heated skin, Oliver felt Cedric's warm touch as he ran his gloved index finger, with tender softness, down the nape of his neck and under his sweater. His gasp lost in the kiss, the Gryffindor closed his eyes and focused all his attention on his perfect moment.
He didn't even notice as Fred said to George with mock tears, "Isn't that just sweet? Our charming captain is all grown up... Sob..."
George replied, his voice just as misty, "I know. I'm getting a bit choked up meself... Sigh..."
The two then looked at each other before merely saying, "Nah," and trudging off, laughing as they muttered, "Our work here is done."
As the twins' footsteps grew more distant, Oliver broke the kiss, opening his eyes and immediately falling Cedric's warm, grey ones, before noticing, "You're not shivering."
I'm in love, I'm in love
"Well, O'Flaherty told me about a really helpful Warming Charm last night," the Hufflepuff replied in his cutest matter-of-fact voice, "And now I feel so... toasty. Now, kiss me again." Grabbing a handful of the Gryffindor's collar, Cedric swiftly pulled him in for another kiss, but found his love's warm, rough fingers softly pressed against his lips.
In a teasing voice that mimicked Cedric's, Oliver said, "Am I that foolish? Kissing the boy who just shoved snow down my shirt? No, I think I'll just get up and leave, so if you'll excuse me..." Bracing his arms on either side of Cedric's head and preparing to push himself up, a thrill of surprise rushed through him when the grip on his collar remained unbroken.
The Seeker's silver eyes flashed as he grinned deviously, "Well, I think I know a way to keep you down here."
"Oh," the seventh-year replied, cocking a thick, brown eyebrow, "And what would that be, Ced?"
His face screwed up in mock concentration, he began to explain, "Well, after I told Fred and George that you and I were together and we planned this little ambush, they told me of a little song they sing after matches. Apparently, it turns you the nicest shade of burgundy. Let's see if I can remember the lyrics..." Enjoying the look of shock on Oliver's face, he began to sing in a quiet voice, "A Scotsman clad in kilt left the bar one evening fair, and one could tell by...mmphff." Immediately, his singing was cut short by the whole of the Gryffindor's hand clamping over his mouth.
"I'm going to kill those two," he said under his breath as a smile broke across his reddening face, "but you have my undivided attention, Mr. Diggory. And you have a wonderful voice, too, I might add."
I'm in love, I'm in love
"Why thank you, Mr. Wood," Cedric spoke softly, a chuckle enterring his voice for a moment before becoming serious once more, "Kiss me. Please."
Lowering his face once more, another jolt ran down Oliver's spine as he watched the Hufflepuff's face, framed by the white ground he was pinned to, move closer and closer to his own. Closing his eyes, the last things he saw before feeling those wet lips were two, grey orbs peeking out from under a curtain of light hair. There was little, if any, force in this kiss; their lips connected, their mouths opened, yet instead of their tongues battling each other for dominance, they gently massaged each other, creating infinitely more tingles than any previous kiss. He could hear a brief rustling sound, followed by Cedric's naked hand running over his forehead and through his chestnut-colored hair, while the other now-uncovered hand tugged off Oliver's right mitten and clutched his own rough, fingers. Warmth travelling between the two young students, the countless moans and gasps that escaped them were lost in each other, fueling their desires even more.
I'm in love, I'm in love
Please, don't let this moment end, Oliver mentally begged as he ran his left, mittened hand down Cedric's robed body, Please, don't ever let this moment end...
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Later that night, as the four Houses of Hogwarts sat down for dinner, Cedric merely looked around the Great Hall, still in awe of this room even after four full years. All around him, mountains of food had materialized on the golden trays in front of the students, full of entrees including roast beef, roast chicken, pork chops and lamb chops, sausages, bacon and steak, boiled potatoes, roast potatoes, fries, Yorkshire pudding, peas, carrots, gravy, ketchup, and, for some strange reason he had never been able to fathom, peppermint humbugs, among many other mouth-watering dishes. Drawing his eyes from the succulent dinner, the young Hufflepuff looked at the floating candles and the enchanted ceiling, which appeared as a great, cloudy, black sky. Apparently, night had fallen, but white specks of snow continued to rain down from the heavens into the majesty of the Hall, magically vanishing before they reached the heads of the students. With the contented murmurs and clattering silverware drawing him into a stupefied trance, he locked his gaze on one individual snowflake, incessantly staring at it until it flew straight over his head and disappeared over one of his Chasers, Malcolm Preece.
His auburn hair matching his cocked eyebrow, Malcolm asked curiously, "Er, you all right, Captain?"
Snapping back to reality, Cedric replied, his face flushing with some embarassment, "Oh, yeah. I'm... I'm fine," before grabbing his fork and stabbing into several slices of meatloaf.
"You sure," Malcolm asked again, his hazel eyes bright with concern, "You haven't exactly been acting like yourself lately."
The prefect merely looked back at him and smiled, "Really? How so?"
"Well, I'm not exactly sure how to put it," the Chaser began, clearing his throat and searching for the right words, "You've just been... really laid-back over the past few weeks. Usually, you work the team to the bone, but ever since our match with Gryffindor, you've looked like you've been on cloud nine. I mean, yeah, we won and that was great, but when we lost to Slytherin, it didn't stop there. I mean, I'm all for seeing you happy, mate, but it's just... strange. What happened?"
Taking a bite of meatloaf and mashed potatoes, the Seeker nodded and asked, "Understandable. Tell me, Preece, what year are you?"
"This is my third year, Captain," he answered.
"First thing, call me 'Ced' or 'Diggory,' not 'Captain.' Second thing," Cedric said after swallowing his food, "Have you ever been in love?"
The third-year's face immediately went beet red at being asked the question, as he timidly responded, "Well, not really, no. There are girls I fancy, yeah, but I wouldn't exactly call it love."
Smiling as he pushed his hair out of his eyes, the fifth-year spoke to Malcolm, who appeared to be hanging on his every word, "It's a wonderful feeling, Malcolm, let me tell you that. It started after the Gryffindor match, and everything went uphill from there. Even the loss to Slytherin couldn't bring me down because I felt like I could take anything in the world as long as I had love. It's like feeling weaker and stronger at the same time. Know what I mean?"
"Not in the least," Preece replied, his face turning even redder as he apologized, "Sorry."
Accidentally
"You will," Cedric warmly said, patting his teammate on the back before returning to his food, and finding a paper airplane lodged in his corn. He cursed silently before picking up the paper and unfolding it, finding Oliver's scrawl written at the top of the page, followed by slightly neater handwriting. It read:
"Read this NOW!!! You'll be thankful you did!
Dear Olliekins, (Shut up and don't say a word)
I just received your letter and I have no problem with having Cedric here for Christmas. The more the merrier, I say! I felt so sorry for him when you wrote that his parents were going away for the holidays and not taking him with them. Christmas is one time out of the whole year when families should be together, and to just leave their son at school to go over Quidditch plays or Transfiguration homework while they cavort around Rome, well it's... I'll hold my tongue, the last thing I need is Amos Diggory as an enemy. But, like I said, we would love it if you brought him here where he could have a family to spend the holiday. Granted, it's not his family, but it's definitely better than an empty dormitory and common room.
Oh yes, and William is coming home for Christmas as well, isn't that exciting? He's been so busy in Ireland and we actually thought that he was going to skip this like he did last year, but we just got an owl from him a few days ago and he said he was going to drop by with Lydia. To think, they're going to be married soon, and my little Ollie as the best man. You two boys grew up so fast. Too fast. Stop it! Be my little boy again!
Well, I'll let you go. I'm sure you and your Gryffindor teammates have plenty of plays to sort out for your match against Ravenclaw next term and you need to get in a lot of practice before holiday, and all that rubbish. Oh, did you see Dad and I at the Hufflepuff match? Really scary thing that happened to that Potter boy, but we can't wait to see you spring back and win the Quidditch Cup. After all, Dad's probably the only person I know who's more obsessed with that sport than you are. Anyway, we'll see you on December 23 at Platform 9 3/4! I love you, honey!
Hugs and kisses, Mummy
I told you you'd be in for a surprise, Ced! And if you tell anyone about what my mom
wrote in here, I'll murder you in your sleep. Okay?"
Cedric could not believe his eyes as he skimmed through the letter another three, full times, his mind racing with ecstatic thoughts, I'm going to Oliver's for Christmas? My boyfriend has actually invited me to his house for the holiday!? I can't believe it! I'll bet his parents are so great, too! I'll get to meet the rest of the Wood family and it's going to be so great and awesome and wonderful and ahhhh! He couldn't keep his excitement inside as he stood up from his bench and shouted at the top of his lungs, "Yes! Ha ha! Yes!" Realizing soon what he had just done, he looked around at everyone in the now-silent Hall, every eye fixed on his reddening face as he resumed his seat, taking a glance at Oliver, who was straining to hide his laughter as he sat at the Gryffindor table. Once the usual talk and chatter of the students resumed, Cedric caught his boyfriend's gaze once again and mouthed, "Meet me outside after dinner."
Accidentally
Malcolm Preece, who hadn't taken his eyes off of his Captain, weakly asked, "What the hell was that about?"
"Love, Malcolm," the Seeker responded as he shoved the letter into his trouser pocket, a very wide grin on his boyish face, "Love." He then stabbed at the meatloaf on his plate and continued eating as a warm feeling arose in his stomach, giving him the feeling of complete and utter satisfaction.
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"What's up with that Diggory kid, huh?"
"Yeah, that was weird, that was. Shouting in the middle of the Great Hall?"
"I wonder what he was so happy about."
Standing outside the magnificent doors that led into the Great Hall, Oliver couldn't help but think as he heard the students passing by, I know why Ced's so happy, 'cause I'm happy for the exact, same reason! He's coming to my house for Christmas! He won't be lonely, I won't be lonely, and we'll have each other. It's so great and awesome and wonderful and ahhhh! He had suddenly fallen into a daze as visions of Christmas with Cedric rushed through his head, the big tree with all those ornaments, the fireplace with all our stockings, my twelve year-old one with a Keeper and Quaffle sewn into it, loads of eggnog from Uncle Tom and Aunt Lyn, cookies from me mum and Aunt Sharon, stories from Grandpa that make me dad turn completely red, and, right there beside me, smiling and laughing along with everything, my Ced. It's like a dream come true. He was soon roused from his day-dream however as Cedric pounced on top of him, locking his legs around Oliver's back and clutching to his neck, squealing with joy.
Come on, come on,
Spin a little tighter
"Thank you! Thank you! Thank you," the Hufflepuff exclaimed as he planted multiple kisses on the Gryffindor's lips, managing to get in words between each peck, "I... love... you... so... much! ...You... are... the... most... awesome... guy... ever!" He ended it with one final, firm kiss as he pushed his warm lips against Oliver's. Immediately, the Keeper felt that warm feeling pooling in his stomach again that branched out to his entire body, giving him the undescribable feeling of strength and ecstasy.
Breaking the kiss and wrapping his arms around Cedric's back, Oliver replied, "I'm glad to help. I didn't want you spending Christmas here by yourself. What kind of boyfriend would I be if I did that?" As his lover was so close to his body and its more... primal parts, the Gryffindor could feel his length slowly erecting as it rubbed against Cedric's own trousered member.
Come on, come on,
Make the world a little brighter
Apparently feeling the excitement, the Hufflepuff nipped at his ear and whispered, "And, who knows, you may get to unwrap your gift early if you're good..."
"Oh, you mean the one with pretty yellow and black wrapping," he whispered back as he lowered his hands and squeezed the fifth-year's firm backside.
An interruption in the form of an overdramatic sigh and kissing noises came from the entrance to the Great Hall, prompting the two lovebirds to turn around, coming face to face with the all-too-familiar Weasley twins. Watching as the two untangled themselves, Fred wolf-whistled before saying in a misty, theatrical voice, "Ah, young love! Isn't it beautiful, George?"
George pretended to swoon as he replied in an uncharacteristically high voice, "Oh yes, Fred!" Immediately, he clasped his arms around his brother and shouted shrilly, "Kiss me, you fool! Kiss me!"
Grabbing his brother and in an even higher, more piercing falsetto, Fred added, "Feel me!"
"Pinch me!"
"Pinch me!"
"Lick me!"
"Bite me!"
"Suck me!"
"Fu..."
"Okay, no more of that," George cut in with his normal voice as he clapped his hand over Fred's mouth, "But I do believe that we should sing a song in honor of our dear Captain and his new beau. Don't you think, Fred?"
Oliver, a look between annoyance and horror on his face, shook his head and began walking towards the grand staircase as he muttered, "Nope. Uh-uh. No way."
Come on, come on,
Just get yourself inside my love
Removing George's hand from his mouth, Fred replied, "Oh, yes, George. And I think I know just the song!" He looked over to Cedric, who's grey eyes were flashing with giddiness, before asking, "Care to join us in a rousing melody for your dear boytoy, Cedric?"
Waltzing over and putting his arms around the two fifth-year Gryffindors, the Hufflepuff sighed and answered, "More than anything. Shall we?"
As they skipped along through the stone corridor into the entrance hall and up the first steps of the grand staircase, the three started to sing against Oliver's ringing objections:
"A Scotsman clad in kilt
left the bar one evening fair
and one could tell by how he walked
he drunk more than his share!
He fumbled round until he
could no longer keep his feet
then he stumbled off into the grass
to sleep beside the street!
RIng ding diddle diddle aye-dee-oh!
Ring die diddle aye oh!
He stumbled off into the grass
to sleep beside the street!
About that time two young
and lovely girls just happened by..."
As the words to Scotsman rang loud and reverberated off the walls of the tower, Oliver Wood rested against a row of moving portraits and told himself, "I love him, I really do. But, oh, how I hate that song!" With that, he continued to trudge up the stairs, attempting to block out the new verse that echoed through the school:
"They crept up on that sleeping Scotsman
quiet as can be
and lifted up his kilt
a little bit so they might see!
And there behold for them to view
beneath that Scottish skirt
was nothing more than God
had graced him with upon his birth! Yes!"
I'm in love
-----END OF CHAPTER 3-----