Two Lions and a Badger

Harry wasn't home for more than a week before one of his suitors came to visit him. The older wizard forced his way into the house and confronted the Dursley's. "Either myself or another, named Oliver Wood, will be visiting with Harry quite frequently this summer, until he is taken to the Weasleys. You will not give him grief over this. He will be permitted to stay in touch with us by owl. You do not have to worry about taking care of him. One of my House Elves will see to his needs. Do I make myself perfectly clear?" snarled Cedric, brandishing his wand.

"HOW DARE YOUR KIND COME INTO MY HOME AND MAKE DEMANDS!" bellowed Vernon. "WE TOOK THAT LITTLE INGRATE INTO OUR HOME, OUT OF THE GOODNESS OF OUR HEARTS AND THE LITTLE SHIT HAS CAUSED NOTHING BUT TROUBLE."

"Somehow, I don't buy that. Harry's never caused trouble. He doesn't have to. It comes looking for him," sneered the former Hufflepuff. Harry was shocked at Cedric's attitude. He was normally very laid back and easy-going, as far as temperment went, and a hard worker when it was time for it. How he ended up with the driven, oft-times manic, Oliver Wood, he'd never understand, but then, love was like that.

"And why will there be two of you, and both males at that? Are you a bunch of faggots?" retorted the muggle. "Always figured the little freak for something like that."

If looks could kill, then Vernon Dursley would be six feet under. "You ever call my lover, Harry, or myself that ever again, then I'll really give you a reason to fear magic," replied Cedric coldly. Harry thought that was the most frigid response he had ever heard, and he had been on the receiving end of several from such professionals as Severus Snape and Lucius Malfoy.

"Now that I've made myself perfectly clear, I require you to do several things for me. One, you will take Harry to London sometime in the next week, so that he may go shopping," at this he held up a hand. "Harry's got his own money to spend so you don't have to waste any of yours on him. I am unable to be here for a while since I have to make some arrangements for things, and Oliver will be training in Devonshire. You will be followed, so don't even think of trying anything. Two, I don't mind if he does a few chores around the house. That's perfectly reasonable. However," again he raised his hand. "It's not reasonable to make him do ALL the chores, working him half to death. Three, you will stop calling Harry those nasty names."

After his speech, Cedric turned to Harry and gave him a brief squeeze to the shoulder, then with a wicked smirk gracing his handsome face, he bent down and tenderly kissed his quarry. "Take care, Kitten, and be safe."

"Kitten?" queried the young Gryffindor.

"Of course. After all, what's a little lion, but a kitten?" said the Badger with a wry grin.

"A cub, duh!" retorted Harry indignantly.

"True, but Kitten sounds sweeter," purred the other.

"All that sugar is gonna give me diabetes," groused the bespectacled boy.

"Possibly, but from all the sourness around this place, I don't think the sugar is going to do you too much harm," said Cedric indicating the Dursley's who all looked like they had swallowed several lemons. "Like I said, pet, be safe."

"With you looking over their shoulders every day, I seriously doubt anything's gonna happen."

"Ah, but it's not just these idiots I'm thinking about. Don't forget about the Death Eaters."

"Oh, right. Those dickheads. I was trying to forget them, even if it's only for a little bit."

"Harry, luv, I know you want to try to have some semblence of a normal life, but just be careful. Constant Vigilance and all that rot," he finished with a smile.

"You do remember that that wasn't the real Moody, right?"

"Yeah, but I met the real Moody once, and he actually said that, frequently. Now, I've got to get going. I'll see you in a week, okay?"

"Okay."

"Be good." Cedric gave Harry another kiss and walked to the door. Harry watched from the house as he went to the sidewalk, the edge of the wards, and apparated. He was still in shock over what the older boy had told the Dursleys.

Over the next week, Harry ate better than he ever had when with the Dursley's. Cedric's elf, Ziggy, kept him well fed, bringing him whatever the Diggory's were eating. Fortunately enough, Harry wasn't too fussy and eater, so he didn't find anything he didn't like. The trip to London for shopping was fun. the day before, he went by Knight Bus to the Leaky Cauldron so he could get some of his wizard's money converted to muggle pounds. When the Dursley's took him on his shopping spree, only doing so out of a sense of self-preservation, he found that he had a certain style. He was into the goth style. To that end, Harry had purchased a lot of dark clothes, especially black, with a lot of accessories. He also got several piercings and tattoos. Naturally, he asked Ziggy for a healing potion so he wouldn't have to wait for them to heal, after which he gave Ziggy money to replace the potion.

It was after that week when he got another visit from Cedric. Harry came down the stairs decked out in his goth clothes. The former Hufflepuff's eyes grew huge when he saw the change in the younger man's appearance. He let out an appreciative whistle. "Damn Harry, you clean up good. You look good enough to eat," he purred to the boy. Hearing gagging noises nearby the pair turned to see Dudley Dursley standing off to the side. Harry got a nasty, Slytherin-like smirk and pulled Cedric into a tongue-tangling kiss. The older boy could tell that Harry was inexperienced, but had plenty of natural talent and he eagerly sucked on Harry's tongue as they moaned in tandem. Dudley fled and Harry took Cedric upstairs.

They hadn't even got in the door when Vernon bellowed at them. "You better not get up to any funny stuff in there. Just because we're letting you do more, doesn't mean I'm going to let you get up to any hanky-panky."

"For your information," said Cedric, again in that chilly voice, "I wasn't going to do anything with Harry. He's not ready yet. We aren't even officially dating. Oliver and I are courting him."

A soft sigh escaped Petunia Dursley's throat. Vernon turned on her in outrage. "I...I...I know it's...it's...unnatural Vernon, but...but...but...it's COURTING!" she spluttered. "I always hoped for a true courtship when I was a little girl."

"Well, then, Pet, would you like me to court you? Afterwards we can renew our vows."

"Oh Vernon, do you mean it?"

Unnoticed by the Dursleys, Cedric and Harry took the opportunity to disappear inside Harry's room, where Cedric locked and warded the door. "I'm surprised your aunt created such a distraction."

"That makes two of us, though the thought of my Uncle courting my Aunt's made me queasy."

Cedric swept Harry into his arms and rubbed his belly, "Aww, is my wittle Hawwy's tummy feeling yucky," he cooed in the most disgusting voice.

"Geroff me you great lump!" complained the dark haired boy, starting to talk like Ron.

Cedric chuckled. "Anyways, let's see what else you've got besides the obvious piercings and clothes. I noticed the tongue piercing when we kissed."

"Well," began Harry, "I've got both nipples pierced, and my belly-button, and of course, both ears. I've also got a few tats."

"Let me see!" ordered the blonde.

Harry tugged off his shirt and presented his back to his future lover. There, displayed in the bright ink of a new tattoo, was an image of two lions and a badger. The trio looked like they were playing. "I'm planning on going to Diagon Alley soon, so I can get it charmed to move."

"I can do that now, if you like," offered Cedric. "I'm pretty good with charms." Harry immediately consented and soon, the three animals were moving. He turned around and presented his front. There, looking like it was going to grab a nipple was a small phoenix. Without even being asked, Cedric animated that one as well. He reached up and lightly tugged on the slender steel ring through the rosy nipple. Harry moaned in response. "Cedric," he whimpered.

"Not yet, Kitten. I can't make love to you yet. We've only just started. If you just jump into bed with me, without even dating, if anyone found out, you'd be seen as a whore, and my Kitten is no whore." The final words shocked Harry to his core. He felt that he was treasured by Cedric, and Oliver, seeing as how defensive he'd been of the older Gryffindor when he first confronted Vernon and Petunia. It indicated that he wouldn't give up either of them. Harry somehow knew that Oliver shared his lover's feelings towards the young Savior.

"Cedric..." began Harry, before being stopped.

"Try Rick. It's a little less formal. More familiar," he said gently.

"Okay....Rick," corrected the younger shyly. "Could I ask you a favor, even though you've done so much already?"

"Of course. What is it?"

"I've decided that I want to get another tattoo. One I think you're really gonna like."

"Well, I really like the one on your back, but why not? Let's get you another one."

Harry's smile lit up the room and the pair headed down the stairs after Cedric dismantled his wards. A quick apparation later and they were in the alley behind the tattoo parlor.

"Back again huh? What would you like this time?" asked the tattoo artist.

"Just a simple word, on my inner thigh, in the gothic script."

"What word?"

"Kitten." The artist raised a pierced eyebrow at this, but took them into a room where Harry immediately stripped off his black leather pants giving both older guys a good look at his creamy skin.

Cedric was shocked when he heard what the tattoo would be, but when he saw all that luscious skin on display, just shy of Harry being naked from the waist down, and his brain overloaded. He did the manly thing and passed out, his nose bleeding profusely.

"Damn!" swore the artist. He tended to Cedric first, laying him on his front, with a tissue lodged in his left nostril, before slapping him awake. "Take care of that nose while I tend to your little boyfriend here."

Harry didn't scream at all during the inking. After all, someone who had to re-grow every bone in an arm could handle the minor pain of getting a tattoo. The re-growing hurt almost as bad as the Cruciatus. Afterwards, Harry paid for the tat and Cedric apparated them home where he healed the skin and charmed the letters to shimmer before placing a tender kiss to the area. He quickly made his escape after that and furiously wanked off because Harry wasn't ready, and Oliver was unavailable.