Pained Desire
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Cedric
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
5
Views:
15,419
Reviews:
37
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.
The Burrow
Title: Pained Desire
Author: CorruptedInnocence
Disclaimer: Don’t own characters, I just like playing with them. Not making money off it either.
Summary: Harry and Cedric meet up at the Quidditch World Cup where love and lust take hold of the two teens. It’s Harry’s fourth year at Hogwarts, and now he has to deal with the pressure of a secret relationship. As the Yule Ball approaches, love is tested when a certain person interferes. In the mists of the Tri-Wizard Tournament, tragedy strikes in a flash of green. What will become of the young lovers?
Pairings: Harry/Cedric
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: M/M, Anal, H/C, N/C, MPreg, Death
Chapter 2 – The Burrow
~*~
Harry stumbled out of the fireplace and into strong arms. He looked up to see Fred…or maybe it was George, smiling at him.
“Wotcher Harry!” Fred said, steadying him back on his feet.
“Hey Fred,” Harry replied kindly, hoping he was right.
Fred grinned, silently reassuring the younger teen just as Mr. Weasley joined them in the living room with Harry’s trunk.
“Fred, help Harry here up to Ron's room with his trunk,” he stated, hanging up his traveling cloak.
“C’mon Harry, this way,” Fred said, grabbing the trunk, starting towards the stairs.
“Everyone’s out back then!” Mr. Weasley’s voice followed them up the stairs.
Fred kicked open Ron’s door and dropped Harry’s trunk next to the spare bed. Harry followed into the room silently.
“You’re awfully quiet there mate,” Fred observed, turning back to face Harry, who seemed to think the floor held the secrets to life.
“You can talk to me, Harry. I can promise to keep it between the two of us,” the older boy reassured Harry, pulling him to sit on the bed.
“It’s just…I mean…well, I don’t really understand…oh bollocks,” he said, his hands coming to cover his face.
“It’s ok mate. What don’t you understand?” Fred asked, removing Harry’s hands, cupping his chin. Turning Harry‘s face gently to look at him, Fred said quietly, “Talk to me, Harry.”
Harry looked back into Fred’s sincere face. Thinking back on the last four years, he really liked Fred. He was a good friend; helpful, trustworthy, definitely more sensitive than his twin. Harry mentally gathered himself.
“Ummm…well, I’ve been-been having these dreams,” Harry paused.
“About a girl,” Fred offered, grinning at Harry.
“Well, see…it’s like this,” Harry paused again.
“You’re having dreams about a bloke?” Fred questioned.
Harry blushed, trying to hide his face again. Fred gently held his chin.
“Harry, it’s quite ok. So you’re gay. What’s the big deal? The wizarding world is very accepting of same sex relationships,” Fred said with a smile.
“Oh, uh…does that make me gay? You know, dreaming about a bloke?” Harry asked innocently.
“It doesn’t even matter,” Fred answered softly. “Because we would still love you.”
“Thanks Fred,” Harry smiled, feeling a little better.
“So Harry, who’s the lucky guy?”
“That I’m not telling you,” Harry grinned, hitting Fred with a pillow. He ran out of the room while Fred was distracted. Fred grinned and followed, chasing Harry all the way out to the yard where the rest of the family was getting ready for an early dinner.
~*~
Dinner was loud as usual. The whole Weasley family was home for the World Cup. Harry got a chance to meet Ron’s older brothers, Bill and Charlie. Harry found their occupations fascinating. He talked to Bill about being a curse-breaker and about his living in Egypt. Charlie recounted some of his rather dangerous encounters with the dragons in Romania.
Dinner went on into the evening, everyone catching up and chatting about the upcoming Quidditch match between Bulgaria and Ireland. Before it got too late, Mrs. Weasley shooed the child upstairs to bed, saying that they had an early morning.
As Harry lay in bed, he thought about the joyous feeling of this home and his adopted family. He felt warm inside just thinking about it. He fell asleep with a smile on his face, not knowing what would plague his dreams that night.
~*~
AN - Please review! It lets me know if I'm heading in a good direction. Thanks!
Author: CorruptedInnocence
Disclaimer: Don’t own characters, I just like playing with them. Not making money off it either.
Summary: Harry and Cedric meet up at the Quidditch World Cup where love and lust take hold of the two teens. It’s Harry’s fourth year at Hogwarts, and now he has to deal with the pressure of a secret relationship. As the Yule Ball approaches, love is tested when a certain person interferes. In the mists of the Tri-Wizard Tournament, tragedy strikes in a flash of green. What will become of the young lovers?
Pairings: Harry/Cedric
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: M/M, Anal, H/C, N/C, MPreg, Death
Chapter 2 – The Burrow
~*~
Harry stumbled out of the fireplace and into strong arms. He looked up to see Fred…or maybe it was George, smiling at him.
“Wotcher Harry!” Fred said, steadying him back on his feet.
“Hey Fred,” Harry replied kindly, hoping he was right.
Fred grinned, silently reassuring the younger teen just as Mr. Weasley joined them in the living room with Harry’s trunk.
“Fred, help Harry here up to Ron's room with his trunk,” he stated, hanging up his traveling cloak.
“C’mon Harry, this way,” Fred said, grabbing the trunk, starting towards the stairs.
“Everyone’s out back then!” Mr. Weasley’s voice followed them up the stairs.
Fred kicked open Ron’s door and dropped Harry’s trunk next to the spare bed. Harry followed into the room silently.
“You’re awfully quiet there mate,” Fred observed, turning back to face Harry, who seemed to think the floor held the secrets to life.
“You can talk to me, Harry. I can promise to keep it between the two of us,” the older boy reassured Harry, pulling him to sit on the bed.
“It’s just…I mean…well, I don’t really understand…oh bollocks,” he said, his hands coming to cover his face.
“It’s ok mate. What don’t you understand?” Fred asked, removing Harry’s hands, cupping his chin. Turning Harry‘s face gently to look at him, Fred said quietly, “Talk to me, Harry.”
Harry looked back into Fred’s sincere face. Thinking back on the last four years, he really liked Fred. He was a good friend; helpful, trustworthy, definitely more sensitive than his twin. Harry mentally gathered himself.
“Ummm…well, I’ve been-been having these dreams,” Harry paused.
“About a girl,” Fred offered, grinning at Harry.
“Well, see…it’s like this,” Harry paused again.
“You’re having dreams about a bloke?” Fred questioned.
Harry blushed, trying to hide his face again. Fred gently held his chin.
“Harry, it’s quite ok. So you’re gay. What’s the big deal? The wizarding world is very accepting of same sex relationships,” Fred said with a smile.
“Oh, uh…does that make me gay? You know, dreaming about a bloke?” Harry asked innocently.
“It doesn’t even matter,” Fred answered softly. “Because we would still love you.”
“Thanks Fred,” Harry smiled, feeling a little better.
“So Harry, who’s the lucky guy?”
“That I’m not telling you,” Harry grinned, hitting Fred with a pillow. He ran out of the room while Fred was distracted. Fred grinned and followed, chasing Harry all the way out to the yard where the rest of the family was getting ready for an early dinner.
~*~
Dinner was loud as usual. The whole Weasley family was home for the World Cup. Harry got a chance to meet Ron’s older brothers, Bill and Charlie. Harry found their occupations fascinating. He talked to Bill about being a curse-breaker and about his living in Egypt. Charlie recounted some of his rather dangerous encounters with the dragons in Romania.
Dinner went on into the evening, everyone catching up and chatting about the upcoming Quidditch match between Bulgaria and Ireland. Before it got too late, Mrs. Weasley shooed the child upstairs to bed, saying that they had an early morning.
As Harry lay in bed, he thought about the joyous feeling of this home and his adopted family. He felt warm inside just thinking about it. He fell asleep with a smile on his face, not knowing what would plague his dreams that night.
~*~
AN - Please review! It lets me know if I'm heading in a good direction. Thanks!