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Fair Game
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
3
Views:
3,303
Reviews:
7
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Eat
Theres no sex in this chapter but there will be in the next one
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Cedric scratched the side of his face in thought as he looked down at his eggs, prodding them about cruelly before he selected a bite. He was awfully tired this morning, but he reasoned that he had felt much worse. Today he could afford to be a tad restless, so long as he rested well tonight. Tomorrow was the first event in the tournament, after all, and he had to be in top shape. If he was dragging his feet tomorrow, his father would kill him, which would of course be assuming that the very same thing wouldn’t simply get him killed in the challenge first. At that, he wondered for the hundredth time since he had awakened what the first event would be, and how he would do.
He was well aware that it was no light matter. He could very well be seriously injured—even killed in such grave competitions. Idly chewing on the edge of his cup, he absently nodded to a friend sitting next to him in acknowledgement while he thought about this. He had done quite enough worrying for himself. He was plenty confident in his own abilities. Or…mostly, at least… It was his other teammates he was thinking about now. His first glance fell to the side towards the figure of Fleur Delacour, who was involved in a giggling sort of conversation with her young sister. She was certainly strong, though perhaps just a little stuck-up. He had trouble gauging her potential. After her, he couldn’t help but look towards Harry. Even if he was a cheating, Cho-hounding twerp…Cedric didn’t bother to deny that part of him that worried about the little git. He was young, after all, and inexperienced. He would feel terrible if something really bad happened to the kid. Cedric quickly coughed and pulled his cup away as he noted the stream of pumpkin juice dribbling down his chin. As he reached for his napkin, his mind went to the last competitor.
Ah yes Viktor… He would be the opponent to really watch out for, Cedric surmised. Certainly he would have a majority of the crowd cheering for him, as his name was so well-known. Strong, passionate, not quite a book-smart type of fellow, but he was definitely no idiot. Not to mention hung like a positive stallion...
Cedric cackled to himself as his eyes scanned about the tables for the brooding congregation of Durmstrang students, their brown tunics and shaven heads causing them to stand out notably, albeit not so much as the brightly robed Beauxbatons girls. Seated rather in the center of their horde was the muscular figure of Viktor Krum. Cedric’s eyes settled on him in an almost studying fashion, watching as the boy glared at a nearby companion, who was whispering something to him. Viktor appeared to be watching a taller boy seated near the end, who was clearly telling a story of sorts to his fellowmen. Picking up his fork, Cedric began tapping his lower lip, staring purposefully at him in the halfhearted attempt to catch his attention.
Viktor drew his eyes away from the speaker after a while to look upon his food, a hand snatching his cup and lifting it to his lips. As he tilted his head back to drink, however, his briefly wandering eyes caught the stare that was resting upon him. He paused, setting down his cup and blinking a few times across the room at Cedric. Almost instantly, a smile flashed on his face, whatever interest he had harbored for the conversations of his peers completely gone.
Cedric smirked and nodded at him in return, looking to either side at his own comrades before casually poking his fork onto his plate into a sausage. Keeping his eyes on Viktor, he slowly began nibbling the end of it. Viktor’s smile widened into a grin, biting a lower lip slightly as he observed. Cedric suddenly pushed nearly half of the length into his mouth and Viktor looked down as his chest began to shake unevenly. A curious student sitting next to him stared at him in confusion for this seemingly unprovoked fit of laughter, not noticing Cedric’s gaze from the Hufflepuff table. Cedric held back a few laughs as well, averting his eyes quickly and going on eating as though nothing had happened.
“Hello? Cedric?” a hand waved in front of his face, and he turned to see a friend eying him impatiently.
“Huh…? Oh, what, what is it?” he set down his fork and went for another drink.
“I’ve only been talking to you for the past minute.”
“Lay off him, he’s got a lot to think about, mind you.”
“Bugger off, I wasn’t talkin’ to you.”
Cedric glanced about at his companions and mused to himself as they bickered. A lot to think about indeed
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Cedric scratched the side of his face in thought as he looked down at his eggs, prodding them about cruelly before he selected a bite. He was awfully tired this morning, but he reasoned that he had felt much worse. Today he could afford to be a tad restless, so long as he rested well tonight. Tomorrow was the first event in the tournament, after all, and he had to be in top shape. If he was dragging his feet tomorrow, his father would kill him, which would of course be assuming that the very same thing wouldn’t simply get him killed in the challenge first. At that, he wondered for the hundredth time since he had awakened what the first event would be, and how he would do.
He was well aware that it was no light matter. He could very well be seriously injured—even killed in such grave competitions. Idly chewing on the edge of his cup, he absently nodded to a friend sitting next to him in acknowledgement while he thought about this. He had done quite enough worrying for himself. He was plenty confident in his own abilities. Or…mostly, at least… It was his other teammates he was thinking about now. His first glance fell to the side towards the figure of Fleur Delacour, who was involved in a giggling sort of conversation with her young sister. She was certainly strong, though perhaps just a little stuck-up. He had trouble gauging her potential. After her, he couldn’t help but look towards Harry. Even if he was a cheating, Cho-hounding twerp…Cedric didn’t bother to deny that part of him that worried about the little git. He was young, after all, and inexperienced. He would feel terrible if something really bad happened to the kid. Cedric quickly coughed and pulled his cup away as he noted the stream of pumpkin juice dribbling down his chin. As he reached for his napkin, his mind went to the last competitor.
Ah yes Viktor… He would be the opponent to really watch out for, Cedric surmised. Certainly he would have a majority of the crowd cheering for him, as his name was so well-known. Strong, passionate, not quite a book-smart type of fellow, but he was definitely no idiot. Not to mention hung like a positive stallion...
Cedric cackled to himself as his eyes scanned about the tables for the brooding congregation of Durmstrang students, their brown tunics and shaven heads causing them to stand out notably, albeit not so much as the brightly robed Beauxbatons girls. Seated rather in the center of their horde was the muscular figure of Viktor Krum. Cedric’s eyes settled on him in an almost studying fashion, watching as the boy glared at a nearby companion, who was whispering something to him. Viktor appeared to be watching a taller boy seated near the end, who was clearly telling a story of sorts to his fellowmen. Picking up his fork, Cedric began tapping his lower lip, staring purposefully at him in the halfhearted attempt to catch his attention.
Viktor drew his eyes away from the speaker after a while to look upon his food, a hand snatching his cup and lifting it to his lips. As he tilted his head back to drink, however, his briefly wandering eyes caught the stare that was resting upon him. He paused, setting down his cup and blinking a few times across the room at Cedric. Almost instantly, a smile flashed on his face, whatever interest he had harbored for the conversations of his peers completely gone.
Cedric smirked and nodded at him in return, looking to either side at his own comrades before casually poking his fork onto his plate into a sausage. Keeping his eyes on Viktor, he slowly began nibbling the end of it. Viktor’s smile widened into a grin, biting a lower lip slightly as he observed. Cedric suddenly pushed nearly half of the length into his mouth and Viktor looked down as his chest began to shake unevenly. A curious student sitting next to him stared at him in confusion for this seemingly unprovoked fit of laughter, not noticing Cedric’s gaze from the Hufflepuff table. Cedric held back a few laughs as well, averting his eyes quickly and going on eating as though nothing had happened.
“Hello? Cedric?” a hand waved in front of his face, and he turned to see a friend eying him impatiently.
“Huh…? Oh, what, what is it?” he set down his fork and went for another drink.
“I’ve only been talking to you for the past minute.”
“Lay off him, he’s got a lot to think about, mind you.”
“Bugger off, I wasn’t talkin’ to you.”
Cedric glanced about at his companions and mused to himself as they bickered. A lot to think about indeed