And just a little more fun for the fans of Harry and Cedric, and Draco. Oooh, there is going to have to be a threesome in a chapter or two.

Bring on the guilty pleasure.

Merick

"He had this place," Harry remembered the story, editing it for Cedric as each memory came to him, "one of the old teachers' quarters, abandoned decades earlier because of its size. It was just a bedroom and small bathroom, but no sitting room or desk space. It did have a little fireplace though, and Draco brought that to life as we slipped in its nearly hidden door. He motioned for me to sit, but I was too nervous, and kept my eyes on the exit, making sure he never got between it and me. He remained standing too, staring at me with those icy blue eyes.

"You kissed me?" I threw at him. I wanted it to sound more like an accusation, but it came out more like a whimper.

"As I recall, you kissed me back Scar."

"I only did that because you shocked me." My defense of my action sounded quite pitiful.

"I doubt that very much." Which apparently he'd been able to see right through.

"What are you saying Draco?"

"You liked it as much as I did Scar." He took a step towards me, and I took a step backwards.

"That's not true." Again I tried to sound forceful in my objection but it didn't work.

"Let me kiss you again, I'll prove it." His grin was almost evil in a way that made me tremble.

"No."

"Why not?" He threw his cloak away to one of the chairs by the fire. "Are you afraid of me?"

"No." Another step towards me, and in turn another step backwards on my part, it was a slow little waltz we were acting out.

"I don't want to hate you Scar. I never did." That was news to me.

"Funny way of showing it!" I threw at him, finally finding my voice.

"I have to be like that, you must understand, you've met my father." Just the thought of Lucius Malfoy frightened me, it still does. "If you'd just been sorted to Slytherin you and I would have been best friends."

I wanted to say that I doubted that very much, but I didn't. My mind was running around so fast that I couldn't slow it down enough to even mumble.

"I'm not a bad person Harry." I could hardly believe it; his voice sounded just a little defeated.

"Then why do you act that way?" I asked him, buying myself some more time to sort out my own mind.

Harry recalled what Draco had done next, but he couldn't relate it to Cedric, he saw the scene play over again in his mind, as he had done a hundred times before. Draco began to unbutton his shirt, and he had watched as he slipped it from his shoulders and turned around so that his back faced him. The skin there was interlaced with thin white scars.

"Oh god Draco, did your father do that to you?" He had wanted to reach out and touch them, it just felt like he should offer Draco that human comfort, but still he held back.

"Things are expected of me, because of my name."

"I'm sorry Draco, I didn't know." He felt ashamed right then for every bad thought he'd ever had of Draco.

"I have trusted you with this, so that you will believe that I have no other agenda here Harry."

Harry sighed out loud as the vision passed. He kept the knowledge to himself, just as he had promised Draco that night. He continued his story for Cedric, who was still staring at him, rapt in his attention.

"We talked a little longer"; Harry tried to gloss over the truth of the conversation for Cedric. "He told me a lot of things, he was honest with me about a lot of things.

And I think I began to understand him just a little Cedric, maybe that was why when he took another step towards me I stood still. My grip on my wand tightened, but it remained at my side as he brushed my lips with his again. I trembled. He kissed me with more force, and pushed his body against mine. When he stopped he looked at me with a grin again.

"Are you sure you didn't like it?" He brushed his hand down between us; my body betrayed me. "'Cause it sure seems like you might have." I blushed with embarrassment.

"F**k you Draco." I told him, but again my heart wasn't in the words.

"If you like." My knees went weak. He kissed me again and I kissed him back."

Cedric could feel the deep ache begin again in his loins, and he knew his breathing was betraying his own arousal.

"Please tell me what happened next?" he begged of Harry, but Harry smiled only at him in the very dim wand light.

"I'll show you." He let the words sink in, watching how Cedric's expression changed as he understood what was being offered, but then he added, with a mischievous little grin of his own. "But not tonight, we only have a chance to have a few hours of sleep before morning classes get started again."

Cedric's deep sigh said it all.

"When we get back to the castle, if it's what you want, I promise I will show you." Cedric bobbed his head up and down, biting his lower lip, the anticipation making his insides feel like warm oatmeal. "Now go to bed." Harry kissed him again, and shooed him away.

Crawling into his own bed, Cedric played over the feelings he had experienced, and the thought of those to come until he finally succumbed to exhaustion.