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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Harry_Potter_-_J._K._Rowling
  Relationship:
      Cedric_Diggory/Harry_Potter
  Character:
      Cedric_Diggory, Harry_Potter, Cho_Chang
  Additional Tags:
      Slash, Male_Slash, Romance, Alternate_Universe_-_Canon_Divergence,
      Dancing, Slow_Dancing, Male-Female_Friendship, Coming_Out, Frottage,
      Kissing, Yule_Ball, Clothed_Sex, HP_May_Madness_2016
  Stats:
      Published: 2016-05-10 Words: 2296
****** Like Heaven to Touch ******
by SweetSorcery
Summary
     When Harry decides to "cut in" on Cho and Cedric, he's in for a
     series of amazing discoveries.
     Written for HP May Madness 2016.
     Day 6 Prompts used: "Mind if I cut in?" Kiss, bang, automatic. Kink:
     partially clothed sex
Notes
     Disclaimer: All canon referred to within belongs to J.K. Rowling,
     Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books, Raincoast Books, Warner Bros.
     Inc., and possibly others. Non-canon bits were created for non-
     profit, non-infringement entertainment.
     Archiving: Absolutely nowhere please, and no translations either.
Harry had been spending a great deal of time glowering at the dance floor and,
more specifically, at Cedric and Cho, when a thought came to him. Cho might
have accepted Cedric's invitation before Harry had even got up the nerve to
ask, but she had seemed sorry to have to reject him, and besides... it wasn't
as if she was obliged to dance with the same guy all evening. He made up his
mind and stood up. "Going to dance," he muttered to Ron.
"Don't think they'll let you join, mate," grumbled Ron, leaning back with his
hands raised when Harry narrowed his eyes at him.
Harry crossed the dance floor. All the couples seemed to be doing a rumba. He
wasn't too sure about his dances, but that one was fairly slow and easy, so
this was as good a time as any to try his luck.
"Mind if I cut in?" Harry asked, glancing at Cho and then meeting Cedric's eyes
with more bravado than he felt.
"Sure, Harry," Cedric said in a subdued tone, after just a moment's hesitation.
Cho stepped back with a smile. She was well aware that Harry had been watching
them, but she was aware of other things too. "No problem, Harry," she said
cheerfully. "I need to go powder my nose anyway."
Both Harry and Cedric stared at her as she grinned, gave a little wave, and
skipped off the dance floor.
"Um..." Harry stammered. He met Cedric's eyes. Cedric looked flustered and as
if he'd been caught doing something he shouldn't. Harry could only imagine the
confusion on his own face.
Cedric laughed nervously. They were starting to get looks. "I'm not sure what--
"
Harry noticed the looks and whispers too. God, he was sick of this. Why was he
always drawing unwanted attention, no matter what he did? It got tired and, if
people were determined to be nosey about everything he did, they might as well
get a show. He looked at Cedric again with a shrug and a question in his eyes.
Cedric smiled. "Well, we might as well, I guess?" For a moment, he felt very
Gryffindor, and then he just felt great relief when Harry returned his smile
and nodded. Being taller, Cedric chose to lead, and they took up the proper
positions and started dancing.
For the first few turns, it was awkward, and the stares, whispers and giggles
were irritating. The Hufflepuffs were bug-eyed, the Ravenclaws nodded
knowingly, the Slytherins were smirking or giggling outright, and Gryffindor
seemed to be suffering from a collective case of lockjaw. Ron looked a little
sick and Hermione calculating. Neither of the two dancers felt inclined to even
look towards the teachers.
"You'd think they'd never seen someone dancing," Harry muttered grumpily.
Cedric smiled. "The Wizarding world can be awfully uptight."
It was true, Harry thought. It was telling that there were no two boys or two
girls dancing together anywhere else in the room, and he couldn't imagine that
among all their schoolmates, not a single one wouldn't have rather asked out
someone of the same gender.
"I thought Muggles were bad," he said, looking up at Cedric, who looked
surprised by this information.
"Oh, I always assumed--" Cedric broke off. "Never mind. I guess I was wrong."
"Sadly, yes." Harry's grin was lop-sided. "I'm used to being gawked at like a
freak for any number of reasons I can't help. It's annoying, but I don't worry
about it so much anymore."
"The only reason I'm not considered a freak is because no one knows me," Cedric
said cryptically, then smiled. "Well, almost no one."
Harry smiled politely, but his mind was ticking over, trying to make sense of
what Cedric was really telling him. Neither of them had even been thinking
about dance steps, and only when they danced past Luna and heard her call out,
"You two are really good," did they realise that yes, the dancing seemed
effortless.
"She's right," Cedric agreed, sounding slightly surprised.
"She usually is," said Harry.
They both chuckled. Suddenly, the room went dark, but in another moment,
candles came floating down closer to the dance floor. The music changed to
something slower and very romantic, and judging by the oohs and aahs all around
them, the romantic possibilities were distracting everyone from gawking at
them.
"I bet you wish Cho was back," Harry couldn't help saying. He automatically
started to draw back.
Cedric didn't respond, except by looking into Harry's eyes with a curious
expression. Then he set his jaw in a determined way and tightened his arm
around Harry's waist before the younger boy could put any real distance between
them. Harry's hand, which he'd been holding out to the side, he drew close to
his chest between them.
Harry felt himself flushing. This was different. This wasn't a matter of
putting on a brave face after a girl played a practical joke on them. It was
outright defiance of unspoken rules. And really, that had never worried him.
Nor was he worried now, just... flustered. Even while his mind was still
considering how he felt about slow-dancing with Cedric, his body was already
doing it. They had moved so close together that their bodies touched in several
places with every movement and every turn. Harry vaguely thought he should
probably feel uncomfortable about that. But the truth was, he felt completely
comfortable touching Cedric, except for the knot in his throat and the
butterflies in his stomach - both of which he was starting to recognise for
what they were. It came to him with a real bang. Oh, he thought. Oh!
Cedric looked flustered too, but he never stopped looking deep into Harry's
eyes as they swayed slowly to the romantic song. Harry turned his palm in
Cedric's grasp and laid it flat against Cedric's chest as if he was checking
for his heart beat, and Cedric was aware the frantic pounding would give him
away completely; Harry's lips curved into a slow smile, and Cedric responded in
kind.
"The song," Harry murmured, "Can't take my eyes off you."
"It's true," Cedric admitted, and Harry's eyes widened. Cedric worried, but
relaxed instantly when Harry's hand on his shoulder moved up to the nape of his
neck. The palm felt hot against his skin, which was saying much, because Cedric
was well aware that the entire surface of his own skin was hot and flushed.
Harry said softly, "So, Cho and you..."
Cedric shook his head gently, careful not to dislodge Harry's hand. "No, Harry.
She's my best friend, that's all." He said sheepishly, "And she knows a lot
about me."
"I'm starting to find out a lot about you too," Harry said, to Cedric's
amusement. "And about me."
Cedric searched Harry's eyes for something. When he found it, he smiled the
brightest smile Harry had seen on him yet, and Harry's eyes fixed on that
smile... on that gorgeous mouth. He felt his own mouth go dry, and met Cedric's
eyes again, thinking that might be safer. But they were closer now, because
Cedric was tilting his head towards him and drawing him flush against himself,
with both arms around Harry's waist.
Harry raised his now free right arm and wrapped it around Cedric's neck along
with his left, and then their mouths were touching, and it felt like the utter
relief of a sudden bolt of thunder after a heatwave. Even over the music, Harry
heard Cedric's hum of pleasure, or maybe he felt it in his lips. Either way,
this was so right, so amazing, they forgot completely where they were. All that
mattered was the electrifying feel of their lips moving against each other and
their tongues finding their way into each other's mouths and dancing together.
They continued kissing for a full minute after the song had been replaced by
another and the lights had risen to their normal level again, by which point
the din of a room full of gasping and muttering people made it through to them.
Feeling thoroughly dazed, they both looked around, which is when Cedric spotted
Cho standing beside the band, grinning from ear to ear. She waved to him, and
he nudged Harry and pointed her out.
Harry smiled. "Ravenclaws are more dangerous than Slytherins."
Cedric whispered close to his ear. "Hufflepuffs have their moments too, if you
get them alone."
"I've never got one alone," Harry said softly, looking up at him.
"Now would be a good time, considering the spectacle we've become," said
Cedric. He couldn't care less about being a spectacle, he was far too happy,
but getting Harry alone sounded perfect. And the way Harry was looking at
him...
"Let's escape," Harry said, and they beat a hasty retreat out through the doors
of the Great Hall. The main staircase was crawling with students snogging,
chatting, looking glum or flustered, and before they could get more than
questioning looks, Cedric took Harry's arm and led him to the stairs going
down.
One floor below, Harry asked breathlessly, "Where are we going?"
"Hufflepuff territory. There's a secret route to the kitchens no one ever uses.
I found it by accident once when I went in search of a midnight snack."
Grinning, Harry allowed Cedric to lead him down a couple of corridors.
Suddenly, Cedric ducked behind a dark yellow curtain, which seemed to cover a
tall window but actually hid a narrow doorway into another passage - this one
was perfectly round, with curved walls. It was lovely and warm there, and by
the low sounds from behind the walls, they were right beside the kitchens.
Harry opened his mouth to say something about how cosy this was for a deserted
corridor, when Cedric leaned back against the sloping wall, half sitting, and
drew him close.
Harry was at eye level with him like this, standing with his legs apart on
either side of the Hufflepuff's right leg, and he met Cedric's intense gaze.
Cedric raised his hand and caressed Harry's cheek, before moving both hands
into his hair and bringing his head down for a kiss. This time, they only
stopped for brief intervals, to draw in breath, before continuing.
Harry didn't think he'd ever want to stop again. He couldn't imagine sex
possibly being better than Cedric's kisses, but when he felt long fingers undo
his white bow tie and starting on his shirt buttons, he decided he was willing
to find out. He fumbled with Cedric's waistcoat, never disrupting the kissing,
and then pulled the crisp shirt from his dress trousers, and soon, they had
both uncovered enough skin to run a hand over a flat stomach and lean in to
kiss a chest rising and falling rapidly.
"We probably shouldn't, Harry," Cedric gasped, making no move to stop what he
was doing, because the moment he finished speaking, Harry's hands moved up his
back under his open, fluttering shirt, kneading his warm flesh.
"Don't care," Harry murmured against Cedric's neck. "You feel so good."
"So do you." Cedric brushed Harry's shirt off his right shoulder and kissed the
curve of it. "I knew you would."
"Did you spend a lot of time imagining?" Harry's voice was breathless, his
fingers twisting in Cedric's curls, and he kissed the side of his neck the
moment Cedric shifted.
Cedric's sigh ended on a soft laugh. "I have a very vivid imagination."
"Tell me," Harry urged, drawing his face close enough that Cedric could whisper
in his ear. Cedric did. He told him things which made Harry's skin shiver all
over and his toes curl, and he was quite unaware he was rhythmically rubbing
himself against Cedric's thigh, until Cedric grasped his buttocks and stilled
his movements. Harry was panting, slightly embarrassed about what he'd been
doing, but Cedric had only stopped him to undo and slide his trousers down a
little, until Harry's hard cock was confined only by a thin layer of cotton.
"You too," Harry said, fully behind this idea. He fumbled with Cedric's
trousers until Cedric was in the same state of semi-undress, and he resumed
rubbing against the hard thigh, the sensation so much more intense now, while
shyly placing his hand against the very top of Cedric's bulging underwear, just
above where it was needed.
Cedric groaned. He moved Harry's right leg higher up between his thighs, until
it touched his groin, and then cupped Harry's buttocks again, inside his
trousers. "Your skin's so hot Harry," he said, squeezing through the cotton.
"All your fault," Harry accused with a smile. Leaning his forehead against
Cedric's, he kept pressing against Cedric's thigh, and Cedric did the same with
his, and they went slowly like that for as long as they could. But then
Cedric's hands squeezed more insistently, and shifted until his fingertips met
underneath Harry's arse, just barely touching his opening through his
underwear, and Harry thrust against his leg just once more before coming.
The feel of spreading dampness through his trouser leg, and Harry's mewl of
pleasure, made Cedric thrust against Harry's leg harder, and then Harry's hand
moved down, covered him through his boxers and squeezed and, with his hand on
top of Harry's, Cedric came too.
Harry tilted his head to kiss him, as if wanting to taste the low moan from
inside Cedric's mouth, and even though they were both feeling rather over
sensitised, they embraced tightly, Harry fitting perfectly into the circle of
Cedric's arms.
"I made a mess of you," Harry murmured against the side of Cedric's neck.
"I think we made a mess of each other." Cedric laughed softly. His breath
stirred Harry's hair.
"So worth it," Harry sighed. Cedric couldn't agree more.
 
THE END
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