Dragon Hunt

“Where am I?” Harry asked unfamiliar shadows above him.

“My house,” Sirius said happily. “Glad to see you awake,” he said as he stepped into Harry’s view. “We were worried. We don’t know what had caused you to collapse. We managed to fight off Draco again, but we still can’t capture him. Dumbledore won’t let us kill him, though honestly we don’t know if we can. You saw him before we did?”

“Huh?” Harry asked. He really hadn’t been listening to his godfather.

“You saw him before we did?”

“Yes,” Harry sighed. Sirius began rattling off more questions, but Harry sighed and shook his head. “I don’t remember,” he lied.

“Are you hungry? Molly brought up a plate earlier,” Sirius said, gesturing to a steaming tray on the desk beside the bed. “And Hermione brought up some reading materials.”

“I’m tired. I want to sleep,” he said to Sirius.

Sirius furrowed his brow in confusion, but nodded. “All right, get some sleep then.”

Harry watched the door close and then allowed his eyes to close again. He waited and hoped and prayed, but he couldn’t sleep. He couldn’t sleep. He was tired and he wanted to see that smile again, and feel Cedric in his dreams again, but without the rumbling noise, sleep again eluded him.

He didn’t want to deal with people, so leaving the room wasn’t an option. He dragged himself up from the bed and picked a piece of crust off the pot pie Mrs. Weasley had sent up for him. It was delicious, but didn’t wet his appetite. Nothing did anymore. He grabbed the book off the top of the stack. The cover was so worn he couldn’t make out the title, but a sheet of paper stuck out the edge as a book mark. Harry opened up to the marked page. On the book mark, Harry saw Hermione’s neat, crisp lettering. “Knowledge is power.” How original, Harry muttered to himself.

He looked at the marked passage: Dragons.

Great. He couldn’t find himself to really care. Let Malfoy kill him. He couldn’t find it in himself to care really. Still, boredom forced him to skim the passage.

“Dragons come in different varieties identifiable by their coloring and scale configuration.” He knew that.

“As a species they are neither good nor evil. For most dragons, the defining characteristic is neither malevolence nor benevolence, but selfishness. There are fierce protectors of anything that they have deemed theirs.” Common sense, he noted.

“Most breeds have mates that they will die if the bond is not consummated within one year of a dragon’s maturation. A dragon will seek out its mate at all costs, but never approach without invitation because. . .” Who cares?

“A dragon’s powers vary by breed, age, and lineage. It is almost impossible to predict what an individual dragon can do, though commonly all dragons can fly and breath fire.” And apparently turn invisible, Harry added dryly.

“Dragons are skilled hunters. They can sense their target at a magical level. No traditional techniques can cover a target’s trail once the dragon has located it.” Great. No chance at escape.

Harry slammed the book shut and groaned. Why is everyone even bothering to try and protect him? He just wanted to sleep and be with Cedric. Why couldn’t he sleep? And then he heard it. That low, groaning rumble that signaled the dragon’s presence. Harry bolted to the window, tripping over the leg of a table as he scrambled to get there.

There, across the street! In the park! The icy dragon was curled up, staring up at Harry’s window as if he could see Harry. The piercing blue eyes watched his every movement. And that sound. Harry felt his heart beat rush momentarily before slowing, calming. Already his knees were weakening.

The door slammed open. “Harry!” Sirius shouted at he pushed his way in. “Are you all right?”

“The sound,” Harry breathed.

“What sound?” Sirius asked, confused. He scanned the room, looking for anything that may have made a sound. “Harry?”

“Coming from the park,” Harry added. Sirius crept along the wall towards the window.

“I don’t see anything.”

“The sound,” Harry whispered again before his knees gave out. Sirius reached out to stop Harry’s fall.

The moment his arms wrapped around Harry, the noise changed back to the frantic whine of that first night. Harry snapped back to alertness. “No!” he growled, pushing Sirius away. “I need the sound! I need to sleep!”

Sirius watch Harry stagger back to the bed and collapse onto it. “Leave me!” he shouted. “He won’t make the sound if you’re here!”

“Harry?” Sirius asked, confused and frightened by his godson’s behavior.

“Leave!” Harry growled. Before Sirius could argue, he felt a lash of magic pushing him from the room. Then the door slammed in his face, cutting him off from the man in his charge.

Harry dropped into the soft mattress and listened as the frantic whine turned to comforting rumble that allowed sleep to overtake him.

. . . Harry almost swallowed his tongue when he saw Cedric walk into the Yule Ball with her on his arm. For weeks they had flirted and teased and-- And now he strolls in with Cho on his arm and that disarming smile on his face. Harry seethed and pouted all night and didn’t care if his date noticed. He hadn’t wanted to go with her anyway. He saw his opening when Cho had finally released Cedric to take care of some business or other. Harry didn’t waste a moment.

Harry strode across the dance floor in long strides and without breaking those strides, he had pushed Cedric into a dark corner, hidden from view by a tapestry and a suit of armor. “Why?” he breathed as he smelled in the scent of the taller boy as he pressed Cedric into the stone wall with a forearm along his collarbone.

“Why what?” Cedric asked, confused by Harry’s behavior.

“Why are you here with her?” Cedric rolled his eyes, only angering Harry further. “I thought—“ His words faltered. “You could be here with anyone you want! Why her?”

This time it was Cedric who looked confused. “Want her for yourself, Harry?” he practically growled. Harry tried to ignore the way chills hit him from the tone. “She told me that you asked her as well.”

“As a last resort!” Harry scoffed. “I’d waited so long and—“ Harry released him, allowing Cedric to put all of his weight back on his feet. Cedric was rubbing along his chest as he stared at Harry. “Why not me?”

“Why not you what?!” Cedric spat.

“Why didn’t you ask me?” Harry asked softly, not looking up at the taller boy.

Cedric softened and reached out to tap Harry’s chin up, forcing their eyes to meet. “You could have asked me too, you know?”

Harry laughed. “You’re older, better looking, I thought—Nevermind,” Harry finished, looking down again.

“You’re not out of the closet Harry. I wasn’t about to out you. That’s your decision to make and yours alone,” Cedric said softly.

“And you’re out?” Harry asked quietly.

Cedric laughed softly. “I’m a Hufflepuff, Harry. It practically goes without saying.”

“Oh,” Harry said quietly. Cedric’s fingers were on his chin again, urging him to tilt his head up to face those stormy gray eyes. But instead of being greeted by those eyes, his lips were caught in a kiss. Cedric’s lips were soft and teasing and oh so sweet. Harry never wanted that kiss to end. . . .




“I’m concerned,” Remus said calmly. He, Sirius and Snape had been sitting around the breakfast table discussing what to do with the dragon hunting the boy who was supposed to be saving their world.

“Really?” Snape asked dryly. “Why would you ever be concerned?” he mocked coldly.

Sirius growled lowly. “I am too. He still refuses to leave his room and hardly allows anyone else entrance. He sleeps almost constantly. He moans and cries and—“ He rubbed his hands through his long hair. “There’s more going on than being hunted by a dragon.”

“Excuse us,” someone said from the doorway. The three men glanced up to see Ron and Hermione in the door way. Hermione looked determined while Ron nervously eyed Snape. “We may be able to shed a bit of light on that.”

“Do bore us,” Snape drooled.

Hermione ignored him. “Harry’s mourning. And he’s not doing it well.”

“I know he regrets Cedric’s death, but—“ Sirius began.

“They were lovers,” Ron piped up quickly. The three men stared at him blankly. “Harry and Cedric were lovers.”

Snape smiled coldly. “That’s certainly interesting.”

“How did I not know this?” Sirius complained. “Why wouldn’t he have told me?!”

Hermione cleared her throat. “They weren’t public for fear of accusations of cheating during the tournament. And he didn’t tell you privately because he didn’t know how you would react. We didn’t even know until just before the final task and it had been going on for months before that.”

“Why would he have ever feared my reaction?” Sirius wondered quietly. Remus’s hand covered his and gently squeezed in an attempt to comfort his lover. “We need to help him.”

“Sleep is his only comfort, at the moment,” Snape said dully. “Taking it from him may force him to confront his issues.”

“Leave it to you to take the ‘torture Harry’ approach,” Sirius complained.

“If you have a better idea, dog, I would be happy to point out its flaws,” Snape said dryly, not even bothering to look away from the tea he’d been calmly sipping.

Sirius thought for a long moment. “Fine. We’ll keep him awake for awhile and see if he reacts,” he grumbled.

“Shall I have the honors of waking the boy?” Snape asked with a hint of a smile on his lips. Sirius almost leaped over the table to strangle him.

“We’ll do it!” Hermione snapped, grabbing Ron’s wrist and dragging him behind her as she sought out Harry’s bedroom.



. . . Harry breached the surface and sucked air. His eyes opened and there was a blurry image standing above him. He scrambled for his glasses and then looked up to see his Cedric smiling down at him, that beautiful disarming smile that made Harry lose his train of thought just at the sight of it.

“I saw you sneak in and just wanted to make sure you figured it out,” Cedric chuckled.

“Huh?” Harry said. Cedric downright laughed at that. They both turned when they heard Myrtle laughter join in. Harry gasped and tried to hide his nudity with bubbles. (He briefly wondered why he hadn’t thought to do that when he’d been caught by Cedric.) “Myrtle! Go away!”

“No!” she giggled, flying out of the pipe fully to splash into the bath with Harry. “I want to see you blush more. You blush from your ears straight down to—“ She sunk beneath the surface as if looking to see how far the blush went. Harry scrambled out of the water in response, curling up into a ball at the edge of the bath.

Myrtle emerged laughing and Cedric joined her. “Myrtle, if you’d be so kind to allow us some privacy?” he asked her smoothly. Myrtle pouted, but disappeared back into the plumbing. Harry slid back into the warm water, away from Cedric’s laughter. He stayed as low in the water as he could so that even his chin fell beneath the surface. “All right there, Harry?” Cedric asked.

“I’m fine, just looking for my egg,” he said, dipping beneath the surface again. When he emerged again, Cedric was sitting on the ledge, his robes discarded, as were his shoes and socks. His pants rolled and his feet dangling into the warm water.

They remained awkwardly silent for many long moments. It was Cedric who finally broke it. “Mind if I join you?” he asked tentatively. They’d managed to steal many kisses in the days and weeks following the Yule Ball, but they’d never had this kind of privacy. At Harry’s hesitation, Cedric began to stand.

“No!” Harry said desperately. “Please join me,” he added, moving to the edge of the pool, looking up at Cedric. Cedric nodded and began loosening his tie and then pulling his shirt up and over his head. Harry gasped at the sight of his smooth muscled chest. And then Cedric began undoing his belt and Harry was shaking like the virgin he was.

Cedric pushed his pants down over his narrow hips and Harry couldn’t help but salivate at the sight of that beautiful piece of flesh. Cedric didn’t allow him much time to gawk before he slid into the warm pool in front of him.

They were face to face, inches apart in the steamy water and Harry’s breath was already coming in pants. Cedric grinned at him, that smile that made him feel so young and so naïve and so safe. And Harry couldn’t restrain himself. He launched himself through the water, sweeping Cedric up his arms, pressing him against the edge of the huge tub as their lips crashed together.

The skin on skin was simply heavenly and Harry ground his hips against those of his counterpart. The water had been filled with oils and right now those oils were helping them slide against eachother even as they continued the harsh kiss.

Harry dropped his mouth from Cedric’s letting it slide along his jaw to the hollow spot below his ear. He heard Cedric groan: the most beautiful sound. “Harry!” All right, maybe the second most beautiful. His name gasped out, breathy and low and urgent. That was the most beautiful sound. “Do you want this?” the older man asked. Harry felt long legs wrap around him tightly, capturing their cocks together. “Do you want me?” Cedric asked.

Harry pulled back far enough to look into those gray orbs, those teasing gray orbs, which were now also filled with longing and desire and a little bit of fear. “I want you,” Harry assured him. “I want to feel you around me, squeezing me, mak—uh!” He let out a guttural moan at his cock was squeezed by an unseen hand beneath the surface of the water before that hand torturously disappeared.

Cedric giggled at the other boy even as he bent to kiss Harry’s collar bone. He took Harry’s hand in his own and helped it move from its place on his chest down between them, allowing it to gently stroke Cedric’s cock. Harry loved the stuttering breaths he saw escape from Cedric. He wanted to make it happen again, but Cedric’s grip on his wrist didn’t allow him. Instead it moved his hand to slide around his hip to cup his ass cheek, and then slide between them. “Have you ever done this?” Cedric asked, though he knew the answer. Harry shook he head dully. “Stretch me,” Cedric directed gently.

He released the grip his legs had had around Harry’s waist and leaned back along the edge of the pool, resting his lower back along a ledge beneath the surface. The oily water made the first finger’s penetration easy. Cedric groaned as the digit moved in and out, twisting experimentally. “More,” Cedric moaned and Harry complied, watching his lover gasp.

His fingers scissored and Cedric groaned again. Harry bent his digits and almost slipped out of the other man as his back arched and he let out a long, loud groan. Harry could feel that pucker tighten and twitch around his fingers. “Are you all right?” he asked nervously.

Cedric chuckled at the question. “Better than all right. Do that again,” he commanded gently. Harry complied, bowing his fingers to touch that bundle of nerves he had hit before. Cedric shuttered at the touch, his back arching and hips beginning to ride Harry’s fingers. Harry watched in amazement as Cedric stole his own pleasure from nothing more that Harry’s bent fingers. “Oh!” Cedric groaned. “Ahh! Harry!” he cried. A hand snapped out, grabbing Harry by the soft wet hair on the back of his neck, pulling him for a long wet kiss. “Oh!” he cried again, releasing Harry to grab the edge of the pool. He pulled himself up onto the edge of cool stone. Harry followed, if only because that twitching hold had tightened its grip on his fingers.

Cedric used his new position to give himself leverage to push harder and harder onto those beautiful fingers inside him and it also gave Harry the opportunity to see the hardened flesh of his lover’s ignored penis. Cedric was hard and swollen, reddening as he approached his climax. Harry was salivating again and gave into his desire. He swallowed the enlarged flesh even has he crooked his finger and pressed even harder on those nerves inside his lover.

Come flooded his mouth, shooting down his throat. Cedric was practically screaming below him as he rode out the orgasm Harry had gifted him with. His lover tasted sweet, like butter cookies, with a slightly bitter undertaste and Harry found himself licking his lips, ensuring that a drop was not wasted.

Harry moved back and watched Cedric laugh with pleasure and relief as he slid back into the warm, oily water. He looked up at his green eyed lover. “I thought you’d never done this?” he teased.

“No, I—“ Harry didn’t want Cedric to doubt his innocence, to think that Harry would do this with anyone else because in truth, Harry hadn’t and didn’t want to. Not ever. “I’ve never—“

“Shh,” Cedric said quietly, watching as Harry stood on the ledge in the water, barely knee deep. Cedric watched as his lover seemed to unknowingly stroke his own penis as he continued to stare down at him with awe. Cedric was always startled when he realized how much Harry seemed to worship him and put him before himself. This was one of those moments. “Let me help with that,” he whispered quietly, gesturing to the engorged flesh.

Harry looked down as if he hadn’t realized he’d been touching himself. “No, I—“

“Please,” Cedric whispered. “I want you inside me. Please,” Cedric whispered again, his voice breaking into a whine. “Please, Harry.”

Harry stepped closer, leaning down over Cedric, one hand on either side of the slim man on the edge of the pool. He looked down into beautiful gray eyes. “I’ve never—“ Harry started.

“Shh,” Cedric said, reaching up to place a soft hand over Harry’s mouth, allowing his fingers to linger on the swollen lips there. He smiled reassuringly. “If you take to it half as well as you did fingering me, I’ll be having the best time of my life,” he teased.

Harry relaxed at the teasing and found himself laughing lightly as well. “Hop down,” Cedric directed as he himself turned. Harry looked slightly confused, but complied. Cedric looked back over his shoulder at Harry. He winked at his young lover. Harry watched Cedric kneeling on the ledge, bending over slightly to lean of the edge of the cold stone. Harry stepped closer, running his hands over Cedric’s hips before Harry dropped a kiss on his shoulder. Cedric turned again, capturing Harry’s lips. Their tongues battled for dominance and finally felt the familiar territory of heavy kissing and dominating his lover. Kissing, he knew and from his stolen sessions with Cedric and Cedric’s reactions, knew he was good at.

Harry felt Cedric push back against him insistently, begging him to line himself up and drive himself home. Harry practically froze. Cedric reached a hand back, taking Harry’s length in his hand. Harry felt that hand guide his length to that puckering hole his fingers had been inside not too long ago. “Don’t I need to—“ Harry asked in concern.

“I’m stretched enough from before,” Cedric assured him.

“Don’t we need—“

“We’re oily enough from the bathwater.” Cedric laughed lightly. “I want you inside me Harry.” Harry nodded nervously and licked his lips. He felt the blunt tip of his cock on that twitching hole and kissed Cedric’s spine. Cedric pushed back again. Harry took the cue and pushed himself home, balls deep in the older man.

Cedric arched and gasped at the intrusion. Harry froze, waiting for Cedric to relax and let him know that everything was all right. “Move,” Cedric breathed out in a broken whisper.

He pulled out until only the tip of his member remained encased in the tight heat of his lover and then slowly pushed in again, watching as Cedric bowed and gasped. “Gods, Harry!” he cried out. “So good.” Harry sighed in relief and began moving in and out of that delicious heat.

He found his rhythm easily, one that Cedric easily and happily matched. Their groans and moans of pleasure increased in pitch and volume. “You’re so tight,” Harry groaned. “So hot!”

“Harry!” Cedric cried as the soft and constant brush against his prostate became a direct assault. “Oh, gods! Gods, Harry!” Cedric gripped the edge of the pool and raised himself up, reaching behind him to grab on to Harry’s ass, feeling the muscles flex as he continued to pound into him. Harry wrapped his arms tightly around the Hufflepuff, his hand working the flesh he’d had in his mouth not too long ago. “Don’t ever stop, Harry! So good. You feel so good inside me,” he moaned.

Harry never wanted to stop. He was at home and safe inside Cedric like he had never felt before in his life. He was accepted and cherished and— Cedric’s hold clenched around him as he felt wet heat erupt between them. He couldn’t hold off and allowed Cedric to milk his orgasm from him before collapsing on the other boy, pressing Cedric into the cold stone. Cedric felt a kiss to the back of his shoulder. “Thank you, Harry,” Cedric panted out. “Thank you!”

“No, Ced, thank you!” Harry laughed. “Thank you. I’d never dreamt—never thought it would feel so—gods, Cedric. Thank you.”

Cedric pushed Harry off him so that he could turn to face the Gryffindor and force green to meet gray. “You’re welcome, Harry.”





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