Pained Desire

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 3 - Getting There

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Harry bolted upright in bed, the heel of his hand putting pressure on his throbbing forehead. The scar that marred Harry’s face stood out, a vivid red against his pale, moist skin. His breath in ragged pants. He looked around, remembering where he was.

‘The Burrow, ok…deep breaths,’ he thought, trying to slow his racing heart.

Harry laid back down as the pain started to lessen. His thoughts drifted to his dream…more a nightmare than a dream. It had been Voldemort, Wormtail, and two other men Harry did not recognize. The first, a young man, had been kneeling next to Voldemort, promising him success. The other man, an elderly muggle, stood outside, listening in on the conversation. His presence had been acknowledged, and he was swiftly murdered.

‘Probably should write Sirius about this,’ Harry thought, wiping the cooling sweat from his face. He let out a quiet troubled sigh. The door opened softly just then, Hermione entered fully dressed.

“Oh good, you’re awake,” she said, seeing him lift his head upon her arrival. “Now up then, quickly. Breakfast is almost ready. Wake Ron up please and hurry.”

She spun on her heel, shutting the door as she left. Harry sat up and swung his legs off the bed.

“Ron,” he called out to his best mate, who was still snoring beneath his blankets. “Ron.”

Harry stood up, moving to the edge of Ron’s bed to give him a shake.

“Ron,” he tried a little more forcefully. Ron grumbled as he woke, his eyes opening slowly.

“Was goin’ on?” he mumbled grumpily.

“It’s time for breakfast. We have to leave soon for the Cup,” Harry stated, pulling Ron’s blanket off him.

“Harry!” Ron said as the cold air rushed at him. He sat up in bed, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. “Alright, I’m up.”

“Good. Now hurry.”

They both dressed in silence and made their way to the kitchen. Everyone was already awake and eating when they sat down.

“Hey sleepy heads,” Fred greeted.

“Slept late enough,” George teased.

“Ha ha, very funny,” Ron grumbled, as he started filling his plate. Harry already began eating.

“Mmmm…Mrs. Weasley, this is delicious,” Harry said after he swallowed a bite.

“Why thank you dear,” Mrs. Weasley smiled cheerfully, turning back to the dishes.

Mumbled words sounding of manners made it to the table. Fred, George, and Ron just rolled their eyes. Harry laughed softy, “Sorry.”

Breakfast passed quickly, everyone finishing up and getting ready to head out. Good-byes were said to Mrs. Weasley as the group left for the Cup.

Mr. Weasley led the Weasley children, Hermione, and Harry from the Burrow. After a bit of walking Ron asked where they were going.

“No clue,” Mr. Weasley answered happily.

“Oh isn’t that just great,” Ron whispered to Harry. Harry just smiled, laughing to himself about the sour look on Ron face.

Harry looked ahead on the path and saw a figure leaning against a tree. The man noticed the group approaching and waved.

Mr. Weasley returned the wave, and shouted out a greeting. Meeting up with the man, he shook hands, introducing him to his family.

“Everyone, this is Amos Diggory. Works at the Ministry with me,” Mr. Weasley stated proudly. “Amos, this is my family. There’s Fred, George, Ron, and Ginny. There’s also Hermione and Harry, friends of Ron.”

“It’s a pleasure to meet you all,” Amos said kindly, then turning toward the trees, shouting. “Cedric! Now where is that boy?”

There was a rustling in the tree above them. Just then a boy jumped out of the tree to the ground.

“Oh, this is my boy Cedric,” Amos said. Cedric shook hands with Mr. Weasley, smiling. “Come now; move along, we mustn’t be late.”

Mr. Diggory led the way, chatting with Mr. Weasley about Ministry matters. Cedric glanced quickly at Harry, who had been staring at Cedric since his appearance. Harry flushed when he was caught, looking away. The group began following, hurrying to catch up; nobody noticed anything, except Fred.

Harry fell to the back of the group; his embarrassment wanted him as far from Cedric as possible. Fred noticed Harry lagging behind and stopped, waiting for him.

“So, him?” Fred questioned softy.

“Yeah,” Harry answered, his blush renewed.

“I have to admit he’s a good-looking bloke,” Fred chuckled.

“Hey, now wait just a minute…” Harry replied jokingly.

Fred just laughed. “Oh well, there are other fish in the sea.”

The group traveled until late morning, finally arriving at the top of a hill to find an old boot resting in the grass.

“Ok, ok, everybody gather ‘round. Grab hold of the portkey,” Mr. Weasley said, hurrying the teens along. “Quickly, quickly.”

Everyone grabbed the portkey as it wisped the group away. Harry felt a tugging sensation behind his navel. Next thing he knew he was hitting the ground hard, followed by the rest of the Weasley children and Hermione. Mr. Weasley, Mr. Diggory, and Cedric floated gracefully to stand on the ground, the old boot falling to the earth with a thud.

“Ok, up you go,” Mr. Weasley said with humor in his voice. The teens slowly picked themselves off the ground, following the fathers towards the encampment and arena.

Cedric came up to Harry, holding out a hand to help him to his feet. Harry’s heart started to race as they grasped hands, Cedric’s strength pulling Harry upright. Cedric’s fingers caressed Harry’s palm as they released their grip. Harry’s heart leapt.

“Thanks,” Harry said quietly, his eyes meeting Cedric’s. Cedric smiled gently and trailed after the group. Harry followed at a slow pace trying to understand what had just happened.

The Weasleys parted from the Diggorys with wishes of enjoyment for the game that evening. Mr. Weasley led the group of teens to a tent in the mists of a million others. He held the tent flap open for them, one filing in after another. Harry entered last, his eyes widening.

The tent in reality was huge inside. There were a couple curtained off areas that Harry assumed contained beds, a kitchen, and a few sofas in the middle. To Harry, this was not an ordinary tent. He smiled to himself as everyone settled in.

After the teens were settled in, Mr. Weasley asked the twins to fetch some water. Harry volunteered to help them carry to buckets back. The three wizards set out for the water spout by the woods, dodging rowdy fans. They walked by the Diggory’s tent, where Cedric was sitting outside.

“Hey Fred, George,” he called, strolling up to them. “Harry, I was wondering if I could have a word.”

“Uh,” he started, looking to the twins.

“Go ahead, we’ll take care if this,” Fred answered for him, pulling his brother along. “See ya Cedric!”

Cedric motioned toward the tent, holding the flap for Harry to go in. Harry entered, looking around the Diggory’s tent. It was smaller then the Weasley’s, but a better quality. A noise behind him brought his attention back to Cedric.

Cedric gestured towards a sofa, settling on the other end from Harry.

“About earlier, by the portkey. I want to apologize if I made you feel uncomfortable. I’m sorry,” Cedric said nervously, looking to Harry.

“No, I didn’t mind…I mean, I wasn’t uncomfortable…uh, it’s ok,” Harry stammered.

Cedric smiled, feeling more confident. “So, you didn’t mind? You don’t mind?”

“Ummm…no,” Harry answered softy, a blush forming fast.

“Well, I have to say I’m glad,” Cedric grinned, moving closer to Harry, placing his hand on Harry’s shoulder and gently squeezed.

Harry breathed deep and thought, ‘C’mon, be bold. You want this. You can do this.’

Harry smiled and turned to face Cedric, his hand coming to rest on Cedric’s knee. “I’m glad, too.”

Cedric’s hand slid to the back of Harry’s neck, carding his fingers though soft, black hair. Harry bit his lip to hold in a moan, his hand on Cedric’s knee tightened.

“Can I kiss you Harry?”

Harry wasn’t expecting a question; he just moaned and licked his lips. Cedric took that moan as a yes and leaned in slowly, the hand holding Harry’s head moved, angling his head so their lips meet gently.

It was a short, but sweet kiss. Cedric pulled back a bit to look at Harry’s face, smiling as their eyes met. Cedric leaned in again, brushing his lips slowly across Harry’s. Cedric’s tongue flicked over Harry’s full lips. Harry gasped, his mouth opening to the curious tongue. He lazily explored Harry’s mouth, making sure to not miss a thing.

Harry was moaning into the other boy’s mouth, feeling himself hardening rapidly from the kisses. He slid his hand up Cedric’s body; coming to rest of his shoulder. Harry maneuvered himself to straddle Cedric’s lap, his free hand finding its way into thick, auburn hair.

Cedric groaned against Harry’s mouth as the young teen’s erection pressed into his straining one by the change in position. The hand in Harry’s hair pushed firmly, deepening the kiss.

Harry couldn’t help but roll his hips against Cedric’s hard body, both of them needing the friction. The two wizards broke the kiss to get some air; harsh breathing and moans breaking the otherwise silent tent. Cedric’s mouth descended on Harry’s neck, kissing and sucking on the soft skin he found there. His unoccupied hand tightened on Harry’s hip, guiding him into a steady rhythm of thrusting.

“Oh gods, Cedric, faster please,” Harry moaned loudly, feeling himself reaching the edge.

Cedric gripped Harry’s hips with both hands, thrusting faster against him; mouths meeting again in a breathtaking kiss.

Harry knew he was close to coming…so close.

“Cedric, so close…so good!”

“Yes Harry, come with me now, please,” Cedric breathed against Harry’s ear. The rhythm becoming erratic. “Now Harry!”

“Cedric!” Harry moaned as he climaxed, his face buried against Cedric’s neck. Cedric came seconds after him, his breath coming in pants. The teens were silent as their breathing returned to normal. Harry lifted his head to look at Cedric’s face, their eyes meeting. Cedric smiled sweetly to Harry, quickly casting a cleaning charm on both Harry and then himself.

“Wow,” Harry said softy. “That was…”

“Amazing,” Cedric finished for him.

“Yeah.”

Harry slid off of Cedric’s lap, resting on the sofa again. All of the sudden he was feeling confused. What did this mean? Were they boyfriends now…lovers?

Cedric sensed his tension, his hand finding Harry’s, squeezing it lightly.

“Harry? Are you ok?”

“Ummm…yeah, just a bit confused. What does this mean?” Harry questioned, feeling embarrassed.

“I really like you Harry. And I pretty sure you like me too,” Cedric answered. Harry looked toward Cedric, seeing his smile. “This can mean whatever you’re ready for.”

“Like boyfriends?”

“Yes, like boyfriends,” Cedric felt giddy as he answered, his heart leapt at the thought and it showed.

“Boyfriends then,” Harry beamed. Cedric leaned in for another kiss; this one light and sweet.

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