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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Harry_Potter_-_J._K._Rowling
  Relationship:
      Cedric_Diggory/Harry_Potter/Viktor_Krum
  Series:
      Part 3 of Triwizard_Series
  Stats:
      Published: 2012-07-11 Words: 1645
****** This Couldn't Be More Like It Is ******
by GlitterDwarf
Summary
     Cedric told him to just feel, so Harry feels, and it's alright. And
     Viktor is there to help. (Written in 2006)
It is every bit as awkward as Harry was sure it was going to be. Cedric is in
the background, grinning like a fool that knows he is getting some. Viktor is
in front of Harry, looking apologetic and also like he wants this a lot. And,
if Harry would stop to think about it - which he never would - he would realize
that he himself wanted this a lot, too.
"I'm sorry I had relations with Cedric," Viktor whispers, his large, dark hands
on Harry's thighs.
Harry shrugs. It really didn't matter, now that he thinks about it.
"It's okay."
And before anybody can say any cliche lines about "maybe this will make it up
to you," Viktor's mouth is sliding against Harry's, and Harry gets what Cedric
is talking about.
Justfeel. It's alright.
 
The note was short and scribbled and by far the most pathetic of their
correspondence so far. It was from Cedric, naturally, and in four simple words
it told him where and when they were going to meet that night. Which was news
to Harry, because as far as he knew Cedric was never talking to him again and
he was never talking to Cedric again.
But the more troubling part was that the note was signed "love, Cedric," which
was a word that made Harry's stomach flutter and his eyes shut and his knees
buckle and his toes curl and his nose flare and his brain malfunction. Because
even if he knew, in the back of his mind, that Cedric really wasn't in love
with him, he was fourteen and it was nice to think so, even if for a second,
even if he knew that he didn't love Cedric.
When he tried to sneak out, Hermione was there, of course. She had button-
making supplies around her, and her hair was disheveled and doing that thing
that happened when the temperature dropped, and she looked very tired indeed.
"Where are you going?" she asked, her voice deep with sleep. She really should
take care of herself, Harry thought. Said the somewhat-self-declared savior of
the world.
"Research," he said, thinking quickly.
"The egg?" Her posture got better as she pushed her buttons aside. "Have you
figured it out?"
"Er," Harry said, shifting his weight from one foot to the other. "Not yet." He
paused, looked at Hermione, his friend, who he was betraying. He was such an
ass sometimes.
"Maybe I'll crack it tonight," he finally said.
She smiled. "Very funny," and then he realized that he had just punned.
"Yeah," Harry said, looking at the door. "Well, I'm going to go now."
"Alright," Hermione said, visibly biting back a yawn. "I'm going to do a few
more of these."
Harry nodded, pulled his father's cloak over his head, and left the Gryffindor
common room. He could already tell it was going to be a long night.
 
Viktor's mouth is warm and wet, and his fingers are big and leaving bruises on
Harry's thighs. The quilt beneath his knees is itchy and lumpy, and is creating
weird friction against Harry's jeans against Harry's legs. The lake is making
the boat sway back and forth and Harry is almost sure that the giant squid
could be watching them from the porthole on the other wall. But Harry can't
seem to care, he just presses forward, closer and closer and closer.
Cedric makes a nice noise in the background and comes to the bed. His weight
throws everything off, makes Harry fall forward into Viktor's lap. Now an
erection is pressing into Harry and he moans into Viktor's mouth, hands
gripping against the older boy's belt loops.
"You guys are dead sexy," Cedric whispers into Harry's ear. Harry shivers, and
there are fingers at the hem of his shirts, pulling up.
Outside the wind is blowing and the snow is thick, but inside Harry lets Cedric
disrobe him anyway, because he knows that, between the other two champions,
there is no way that he is freezing tonight.
 
Cedric showed up almost-immediately. The door opened slightly and Harry turned
in the empty classroom to see, see the handsome face peer into the room, grin,
see the body that had not-too-recently been pressed against his own slither
inside. He pressed his back against the door briefly, panted, then rushed up to
Harry, grabbing the boy's face and pressing his lips against Harry's needily,
excitedly.
Harry honestly didn't expect it all to happen to fast, probably because of the
"love, Cedric" bit, and if he didn't expect it to start so fast he certainly
didn't expect it to end as quickly as it did. With a chaste sweep of the tongue
Cedric's face was further away, his hands still framing Harry's face.
"I've been having it on with Viktor Krum," he said all of a sudden. And Harry's
heart, which had been like thunder in his ears a moment before, was suddenly
silent.
A pause.
"Oh," he said intelligently, feeling silly all of a sudden. Mostly because
Cedric was still holding him like they were about to start kissing again. And
maybe they were, who knows, right?
"I mean, it doesn't change how I feel about you, of course," Cedric continued,
one hand moving to play with the curls at the base of Harry's neck.
"But...fuck, Viktor makes everything seem very simple. Like, you can just
feel."
"Are you breaking up with me?"
Cedric's eyes snapped to Harry's eyes. Harry knew his question was stupid, and
really he hadn't even realized that he had asked it until it was out of his
mouth, hanging between them. But Cedric was smiling and he didn't know if this
was a good thing or a bad thing.
"Um, no." Cedric looked away again, that same grin on his face that had been
there when he had first come into the room. He bit his lip and opened his
mouth, then looked back up at Harry. "I was wondering if you wanted to have sex
with him, too."
A pause.
"Oh."
 
The little growling noises that Viktor makes against his throat make Harry's
whole body rumble. It helps that Cedric's mouth is there, familiar and eager,
ready to swallow all of Harry's feelings whole and make sure that he is happy.
Viktor mouths at Harry's erection, making his jeans wet. And under a lot of
circumstances this would be horrible, but under these specific circumstances
Harry can't think of anything hotter. Except maybe the hotter thing could be
Cedric's tongue in his ear, tongue on all of his sensitive spots, tongue on
him. And then Cedric pulls Viktor up and starts kissing him, and Harry decides
that it isallhot.
They were all naked pretty quickly, Harry realized later. Or maybe not so
quickly, because they were three teenage boys, three horny teenage boys, and it
didn't really matter how experienced or inexperienced they may have been sex
was sex, and Harry wanted sex, wanted to be fucked, wanted to fuck somebody,
wanted it to mean nothing and everything.
And Harry knew he was getting his wish.
 
"So," Cedric cleared his throat, and Harry realized that he had been silent for
almost forever. "What do you say?"
Harry thought about it. It was just sex. And really, this is everything any
sane teenager would want. It was a threesome, with two hot people, almost-
meaningless sex, release, relaxation, everything Harry had been craving lately
without knowing he has been craving it. And all he had to do was push aside
everything he thought is right and pure and take it, grasp it, accept it.
"Okay," Harry said, finally.
Cedric kissed him again, hot lips, hot mouth, hot tongue, hot. "Great. He's
waiting."
"Oh," Harry said, and this time he didn't pause, he just grabbed Cedric's hand
and headed for the door. That's right. He could do this. He could do this
easily.
 
They roll together, like the sea, Harry thinks, like where they were. They had
sex like where they were, just like they were on the Durmstrang ship during the
Triwizard Tournament. They had sex like they were lost at sea, like they were
trying to get lost at sea.
And then, Harry stops analyzing it, and just feels.
Cedric's fingers digging into his hip.
Viktor's teeth scraping at his back.
Cedric's mouth at his forehead, kissing it over and over and over.
Viktor's hand at his erection, pulling and stroking and taking.
Cedric.
Viktor.
He comes, and it is fast and hard, and then they are all coming pretty soon,
and Harry just lays there, sticky and tired and ready to go back to the
Gryffindor tower, ready to try to rejoin his life.
Still, he is between Viktor, who, he had to admit, was a very good lay, and
between Cedric, who he has liked for a long time, maybe longer than he wanted
to think, and who is currently smiling into Harry's eyes like everything in the
world was okay, like they all weren't competitors in some silly, wizard
contest, like they had not just had gay sex.
But Harry feels adored as Viktor's hands hold his body tight, stroke his chest,
and as Cedric kisses him softly on the lips, unlike any kiss they had
shared before.
They didn't need to do this. Didn't need to still like him, love him. But they
did.
And he needed it, needed that feeling, so he held onto it, tight, as the ship
swayed in time with his heart.
 
Harry paused right before they left the classroom.
"What did you mean, how you feel about me?"
Cedric blinked, smiled, rolled his eyes.
"Come on, Harry. You know I adore you."
And Harry didn't know. But, he thought, a little thought, a careful thought, an
insane thought, that maybe, just maybe, he would learn to know it.
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