Change

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Hikari Reika: Oooh~ Thanks for the reviews, guys ^^ I know the last chapter was boring, so I’ll make it up to you! If you want to know in what means, you’ll have to read for yourself, ne? ^^

Lime alert! (Or is it lemon…? You’ll have to find out for yourself!)

p.s: I think this chapter was removed :S I don't know why, but I'll move this fanfic somewhere safer ^^;; enjoy!

Change – Chapter 3

That night, Harry had his head hanging tiredly from his shoulders, flipping the pages feverishly. His faith would renew every time he was about to flip the page, and his heart would sink when he still couldn’t find what he was looking for after he did. This had been going on for many hours, and Harry did not notice how many paper cuts he had received.

It was almost nine thirty, and no students are allowed to be out of their dorms after ten. Harry felt like the end of the world was near.

Hermione wouldn’t stop bugging him that night. She sounded agitated, even more so when she complained to Harry about the consequences that might come if he didn't magically stumble upon an answer. She was becoming irritating to him, and that made Harry’s mood even fouler. But he’s grateful that Ron hadn’t said a word to him, maybe because Ron was extremely annoyed at the racket that Hermione was making.

But Harry couldn’t blame her; she was a great friend to him. I guess she’s just trying to help, he thought.

Well maybe if she was a bit nicer, it would be great, his mind snapped back icily.

Then Harry rested his forehead on the book in front of him, waiting for horror and anxiety to slip in. Then he started to bang his forehead lightly against the book. He muttered under his breath, banging his forehead between each word.

Stupid. Git. Why. Does. Everything. Bad. Happen. To. Me?

“Harry, what are you doing?” Hermione cried shrilly. Harry felt her hand tug at his shoulders but then he continued banging his head against the book in front of him.

“Harry, stop it!” Ron’s voice finally came out. Then Hermione forcefully pulled him up by his arm.

Silence. The atmosphere around them was too tense that not one of them dared to move an inch.

Then Hermione sniffed softly and flung herself towards Harry. She gave him a hug around the neck and shoulder, trying hard to stop sniffing.

“Harry… I’m so sorry if we can’t help you… But I know that there will be some way…” Hermione sniffed and buried her face in his back.

“N… No it’s alright. It’s my fault. I should have started on it earlier.” Harry said in a small voice, loud enough for only them to hear.

“But still…” Hermione sniffed again, pulling her head back a bit so she could wipe away a tear that started to leak out of her eye. “I’m sorry, Harry.”

Suddenly Harry heard footsteps coming from behind the bookcase. Harry and the other two were at the very end of the library, surrounded with tall bookcases because they wanted to have some privacy and so they could discuss.

“Oooo…” two voices emerged from behind the bookcase. “Seems like someone’s in love. Poor Vicky.”

Harry and Hermione turned around, extremely annoyed, giving death-glares at those who teased them.

“Fred, George, this is not the time.” Ron’s voice sounded deep and stern, but barely over a whisper. “What do you want?”

“You, actually.” Fred said.

“What? Me? Why?” Ron said, suddenly dumbfounded.

“And you too, Hermione.” George said.

“Why?” Hermione asked.

“Professor McGonagall wants you. She does seem rather grim today, aye, George?” Fred said.

“Right, you are, Fred.” George said.

After giving exchanged looks at each other, Ron and Hermione followed Fred and George.

“Good luck, Harry.” Fred and George said in unison, looking over their shoulders.

“Something will come up, Harry. Stay strong. We’ll be right back as soon as we’ve seen Professor McGonagall, alright?” Hermione said, barely over a whisper and ran down the hallway to catch up with Ron, Fred and George.

After a few minutes, Harry heard footsteps – correct that – a pair of footsteps emerging from behind him. Thinking it was just another student, Harry went back to banging his head onto the book in front of him.

“Harry.” A deep voice rose. Harry immedietly stopped. And then he slowly turned around to see Cedric standing there, looking as handsome as ever wth one arm wrapped around a thick book. Harry’s heart jumped.

“C… Cedric.” Harry stammered, blushing hard. Harry was thankful that it was dark enough to conceal the fact that he had been blushing. Suddenly his heart began to beat faster. His heart raced at the realization that they two were alone – together – in the dark end of the library.

Suddenly, thoughts about that night raced into his mind again. His heart rate tripled as he tried to keep a straight face in front of Cedric.

“H… How did you know I was back here?” Harry asked Cedric.

“I didn’t.” Cedric replied with a grin on his face. He advanced himself and sat opposite Harry. “But I heard noises, and I was alone so I’d figured I’d see what was making that racket.”

I’m surprised he couldn’t hear Hermione’s whining, Harry mused.

“So still trying to find a spell?” Cedric asked, flipping the pages. “I still am.”

“I guess we’re on the same boat, huh.” Harry said, trying hard to concentrate on the book that was in front of him. He could make out a dent in the pages where he had hit his forehead.

Harry heard Cedric chuckle a bit. And then silence. The only noise they were making was by flipping the pages rapidly.

Another 15 more minutes… Harry thought, looking at his watch. Then he glanced back at his book, both his hands massaging his head. He sighed loudly, followed by a groan and a whisper.

Then he heard Cedric get out from his seat. Getting another book, I suppose, he thought.

Oh, how wrong he was.

“Harry, you sound a little tense.” Cedric’s voice arose from next to Harry. He jumped slightly on the bench and turned his head at the direction of the voice, only to see Cedric sitting next to him, his face very close to Harry’s.

Harry swallowed the lump in his throat, his heart raced. “Y-Yeah… I am…”

His sentence was cut short when Cedric crushed his lips onto Harry’s. An electric shock passed through them as they deepened their kiss. Without realizing it, Cedric leaned towards Harry, causing Harry to lie down on the bench as Cedric was on top of him. The bench was wide enough for Cedric to grip both sides of it so that he wouldn’t crush Harry under his weight.

Harry had both arms wrapped around Cedric’s neck firmly, and he pulled Cedric closer towards him, their bodies pressing against each other.

“Nnnnhh…” Harry groaned slightly as Cedric nipped his bottom lip. Then he opened his mouth and they deepened their kiss, both tongues not exactly fighting for territory, just feeling and tasting each other, savouring the moment.

Harry’s body felt hot, despite the chilliness of the night. And the body heat emitting from Cedric and the heat from their kiss only made it hotter. He also had forgotten how to breathe properly, and he felt like he was in great need of air. But he couldn’t stop. He didn’t want to. He wanted to continue tasting him, he wanted to saviour the moment. He wanted to record every scent, every touch and every feeling in his mind.

He had never felt like this in his life.

And he wanted to make the best of it.

Harry’s hand slipped away from Cedric’s neck and slowly felt its way down Cedric’s toned back. Cedric groaned in his mouth with slight pleasure, but it wasn’t enough for Harry. The feeling of cloth and fabric on Harry’s skin made him slightly frustrated. He wanted to feel… Touch his skin. He wanted every part of Cedric to be his’s.

Harry’s hand made its way under Cedric’s shirt, and for the first time he was feeling his skin. Cedric felt so warm, so soft that Harry felt like he wanted to give him a tight squeeze. But Harry fought to keep his senses. He didn’t want to catch Cedric off guard, or didn’t want to force Cedric into anything he didn’t want to.

Besides, Harry was new. He had never experienced such a thing before, but he wanted to please Cedric. He wanted to make the best of the moment.

“Mmmfh…” Cedric groaned, pulling away from Harry as he felt Harry’s hand rub against his back. “You’re quick one, aren’t you?” he said and flashed a grin.

“I… I’m sorry if I made you feel uncomfortable…” Harry stammered. “I won’t rush into things if you don’t want to.” But Cedric only smiled. And then he leaned towards Harry again and gave him a peck in the lips. And then he gave Harry a trail of kisses down to his neck, and he nipped at Harry’s skin, sending pleasure waves down Harry’s body.

Harry didn’t need to wait for his answer. He had just received it. Instantly, he tried in vain to pull off Cedric’s shirt. Then he was stopped by Cedric, and then Cedric straightened himself and took of his shirt.

It made Harry feel so turned on when Cedric did that. And he wanted more of it. He wanted to kiss every square inch of his lean, well-toned body. His skin seemed to contrast with the darkness around them, giving it an ivory glow.

But his body feels so warm, Harry thought as Cedric leaned back down onto him and kissed and bit his neck. Harry groaned in pleasure, and that sent signals between Harry’s legs.

Cedric felt Harry’s hand trail up and down his spine, making him groan with pleasure. Truth to be told, he was fascinated by this boy that was lying below him. Ever since he had seen him that day when he put his name in the Goblet of Fire, he couldn’t stop thinking about him. Sure, it wasn’t the first time he had seen him. Of course not, he was the Boy Who Lived! He had been the talk of the town ever since Cedric was four or five, or as far back as he could remember.

All these years, he wondered what was so special about this boy – Harry Potter – The Boy Who Lived.

But it was only recently that he knew how special he was. But only in a different way – A different light.

The first time he saw Harry was when he was in his third year, and Harry was only a freshman. He did not take notice of Harry then, it was only recently, that day when he put his name in the Goblet of Fire had he realized how much Harry had grown. The first time he saw him, he was still a small child, and most probably his voice hadn’t broken yet. But when he saw him recently, he had indeed grown a lot. Harry was taller and clearly had a well-toned, muscular frame. The way the light from the Goblet of Fire bounced off Harry’s complexion that day in the hall made Cedric’s heart jump. He didn’t know it then, but he was getting more and more interested with Harry.

“Ow!” Harry yelped and Cedric pulled back immediately.

“Did I bite you too hard?” Cedric whispered into Harry’s ear.

“Yea, ow, Cedric that really hurt.” Harry said, rubbing his hand over his neck. He felt Cedric’s hand clasp firmly onto his’s, as he whispered into his ear, “Let me soothe that for you.”

Cedric rolled his tongue over Harry’s neck, and the pain evaporated instantly, his hand still clasped with Harry’s. As he did this, he felt Harry’s hand give his’s a tight squeeze. He squeezed it back, and Harry let out a small moan. Cedric grinned, and continued.

Harry pulled Cedric’s body close to his’s, and then he started kissing Cedric’s shoulder and made his way down to Cedric’s chest. He planed kisses lightly all over his chest, and that made Cedric groan with pleasure. At the rate that Harry was going, he was teasing him. He wanted Harry, then and there. The events of last night left him frustrated, and he couldn’t get any peace at night. He wanted to finish it off. And he wanted it now.

But his wish was short lived when he heard footsteps coming towards them. Harry and Cedric stopped for a moment, and then they hastily sat upright while Cedric seeked refuge behind a bookcase as he put on his shirt.

“Mister Potter?” An old lady’s voice rose from behind Harry. It belonged to the librarian, a fairly old woman.

“Yes?” Harry answered politely, trying desperately to wipe off Cedric’s saliva that was trickling down his throat.

“It’s already ten, and you need to be in bed by now. Where’s your friend, Mister Diggory?” she asked.

“I’m here.” Cedric answered as he emerged from behind the bookcase, running both hands in between his hair. “We’ll be out in a minute.”

The old woman nodded and walked away, the clicking of her shoes filling the hallway.

Cedric and Harry exchanged frustrated glances. But they kept their cool as they put all the books onto the cart and they left the library, walking side-by-side.

When they were going their separate ways, Cedric pulled Harry’s arm forcefully and gave him another kiss, full on the lips. And then he let him go, smiling to him, and the he disappeared into a dark hallway.

Harry stood there, staring at the point where Cedric had disappeared, two fingers on his lips. Having the librarian walk in on him left him utterly frustrated, but nonetheless, he enjoyed every second of it.

Things seemed to lift his mood somehow. And then it just got better.

Harry heard a scratching sound coming from behind him. Instinctively, he took out his wand and pointed towards the direction of the sound to see Dobby stand there, cowering, holding something green and slimy in his hand.

“Take this. Dobby hear sir needs it. This is for tomorrow’s task.” Dobby whispered, cowering as he took Harry’s hand and sloshed the green glob into his’s hand. It looked like green spaghetti, or weed.

“What’s this?” Harry asked as Dobby scurried into the dark.

“Gillyweed, sir! Sir must eat it just before sir jump into water. Dobby must go; Dobby is needed in the kitchen.” Dobby said, disappearing more and more into the darkness. “It’s for you to breathe underwater. Good luck, sir!”

And then he disappeared.

Harry felt like he was walking on air on the way back to his dorm.