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Pained Desire
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Cedric
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
5
Views:
15,422
Reviews:
37
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Currently Reading:
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Darkness
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 4 - Darkness
~*~
Fans were still cheering at Ireland’s victory as the Weasleys left the pitch, heading back toward the tent. Ginny and the twins were celebrating the win rather loudly with everyone they passed. The Golden Trio laughed at their antics, following close behind to avoid get lost in the rowdy crowd.
The group passed the Diggorys’ tent on their journey to their own. Harry smiled, blushing a bit, thinking back on his earlier activities.
~*~ Flashback ~*~
“Boyfriends then,” Harry beamed. Cedric leaned in for another kiss; this one light and sweet.
Harry sighed into the kiss. This was incredible. He couldn’t believe what they had just done, let alone the fact that the man in his dreams was now his boyfriend. He broke the kiss; leaning back to look at Cedric’s face, a goofy smile graced his lips.
“What?” Cedric asked as he found himself smiling too. It was contagious.
“Nothing, I’m just really happy.”
Cedric sighed happily, “Yeah, me too.”
Harry’s smile grew as Cedric agreed. He leaned against his boyfriend enjoying the few more moments of cuddling before he had to go. Cedric wrapped his arms around Harry, pulling him closer.
Reluctantly Harry drew away from the embrace, “I really need to go before the Weasleys send out a search party.”
Cedric pulled Harry back to him for one last kiss, letting go then and standing. He held out a hand and dragging Harry to his feet. The sun was swiftly sinking below the horizon as the teens emerged for the tent.
“Have fun at the match tonight,” Cedric said, letting go of Harry’s hand. He brought his hand up to caress his lover’s cheek. Harry leaned into the touch, wishing he didn’t have to leave. “I’ll see you in a few days. I’ll look for you at the train station.”
“Yeah, only a few days,” Harry smiled, moving back. “I’ll see you soon. Bye Cedric.”
“Bye Harry,” Cedric replied, waving as Harry walked away.
~*~ End Flashback ~*~
The group made it back to the tent, still cheering and celebrating, singing and joking around. Mr. Weasley stopped suddenly, listening to the crowd outside their tent. Something was wrong, he knew without a doubt. He ran out of the tent to see what the problem was; the group of teens took no notice. Mr. Weasley came back in the tent looking very serious.
“Quiet down,” he shouted over their excitement. The teens looked to the older man, finally noticing his grave expression. “We need to get back to the portkey now.”
The children just stared at him, not understanding what was going on.
“Now!” Mr. Weasley yelled. He pushed the group out of the tent. “Go quickly and stay together.”
Harry tried his hardest to keep up with the others, but it was becoming increasingly harder as more people realized what was happening, the panic rising. He got separated from his friends, now unsure of where to go. The stream of people around him dragged him in a different direction. Harry tripped, falling to the ground with a thud. People didn’t care, they ran right over him. He tried to cover himself from the crowd as darkness clouded his vision. Blackness engulfed him, now defenseless against the panicked public.
~*~
Harry awoke to darkness. The earlier flames that plagued the encampment were now mere wisps of smoke, the panic gone for he was alone. The thought sent chills down his spine. He slowly sat up, his body aching. He needed to find the portkey, hoping the Weasleys hadn’t left without him. He stood, shaking, unsteady on his feet.
Harry looked around hoping to see someone, anyone. Through the smoke that clouded the air he saw the outline of a man dangerously close. Harry quickly hid himself behind a burnt tent. The man raised a wand, a spell left his lips. A stream of green light exited the tip of the wand, settling high in the sky in the shape of a skull with a snake slithering from its open mouth.
The figure vanished, his deed done. Harry stared up into the sky, wondering what the symbol was. His thoughts interrupted by several cracks that broke the silence. He was surrounded by wizards, their wands trained on him.
“Harry? Oh thank gods.” Harry heard the familiar voice of Mr. Weasley.
“What is that?” Harry questioned motioning toward the sky.
“Surely you would know, you conjured it,” a harsh voice answered. “Highly punishable crime.”
“Barty, he’s just a boy. He doesn’t even know what it is,” Mr. Weasley tried to reason with this Barty man.
“What? I haven’t conjured anything,” Harry stated defensibly. Mr. Weasley and Barty walked up to him, Barty’s wand still trained on him. Barty demanded to see his wand, saying there was only one way to be sure he was innocent of this crime. Barty cast a spell on his wand that Harry didn’t recognize. Little puffs of colored smoke exited his wand.
“Nothing but useless charms,” Barty said as he ended the spell, handing Harry his wand back with a huff. “You are free to go.”
“There was a man,” Harry said, gesturing over his shoulder. “He conjured that thing.”
“Who?” Barty turned back, now curious.
“I didn’t recognize him,” Harry answered. Barty was now ignoring Harry for he had no useful information. Mr. Weasley tugged on his arm, pulling him away for the crowd.
“Let’s get home. Molly will be worried enough,” he said softy.
“Mr. Weasley, what is that thing?” Harry questioned, unable to take his eyes off of it.
“It’s his mark.”
~*~
AN - Please review because it makes me happy! 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 4 - Darkness
~*~
Fans were still cheering at Ireland’s victory as the Weasleys left the pitch, heading back toward the tent. Ginny and the twins were celebrating the win rather loudly with everyone they passed. The Golden Trio laughed at their antics, following close behind to avoid get lost in the rowdy crowd.
The group passed the Diggorys’ tent on their journey to their own. Harry smiled, blushing a bit, thinking back on his earlier activities.
~*~ Flashback ~*~
“Boyfriends then,” Harry beamed. Cedric leaned in for another kiss; this one light and sweet.
Harry sighed into the kiss. This was incredible. He couldn’t believe what they had just done, let alone the fact that the man in his dreams was now his boyfriend. He broke the kiss; leaning back to look at Cedric’s face, a goofy smile graced his lips.
“What?” Cedric asked as he found himself smiling too. It was contagious.
“Nothing, I’m just really happy.”
Cedric sighed happily, “Yeah, me too.”
Harry’s smile grew as Cedric agreed. He leaned against his boyfriend enjoying the few more moments of cuddling before he had to go. Cedric wrapped his arms around Harry, pulling him closer.
Reluctantly Harry drew away from the embrace, “I really need to go before the Weasleys send out a search party.”
Cedric pulled Harry back to him for one last kiss, letting go then and standing. He held out a hand and dragging Harry to his feet. The sun was swiftly sinking below the horizon as the teens emerged for the tent.
“Have fun at the match tonight,” Cedric said, letting go of Harry’s hand. He brought his hand up to caress his lover’s cheek. Harry leaned into the touch, wishing he didn’t have to leave. “I’ll see you in a few days. I’ll look for you at the train station.”
“Yeah, only a few days,” Harry smiled, moving back. “I’ll see you soon. Bye Cedric.”
“Bye Harry,” Cedric replied, waving as Harry walked away.
~*~ End Flashback ~*~
The group made it back to the tent, still cheering and celebrating, singing and joking around. Mr. Weasley stopped suddenly, listening to the crowd outside their tent. Something was wrong, he knew without a doubt. He ran out of the tent to see what the problem was; the group of teens took no notice. Mr. Weasley came back in the tent looking very serious.
“Quiet down,” he shouted over their excitement. The teens looked to the older man, finally noticing his grave expression. “We need to get back to the portkey now.”
The children just stared at him, not understanding what was going on.
“Now!” Mr. Weasley yelled. He pushed the group out of the tent. “Go quickly and stay together.”
Harry tried his hardest to keep up with the others, but it was becoming increasingly harder as more people realized what was happening, the panic rising. He got separated from his friends, now unsure of where to go. The stream of people around him dragged him in a different direction. Harry tripped, falling to the ground with a thud. People didn’t care, they ran right over him. He tried to cover himself from the crowd as darkness clouded his vision. Blackness engulfed him, now defenseless against the panicked public.
~*~
Harry awoke to darkness. The earlier flames that plagued the encampment were now mere wisps of smoke, the panic gone for he was alone. The thought sent chills down his spine. He slowly sat up, his body aching. He needed to find the portkey, hoping the Weasleys hadn’t left without him. He stood, shaking, unsteady on his feet.
Harry looked around hoping to see someone, anyone. Through the smoke that clouded the air he saw the outline of a man dangerously close. Harry quickly hid himself behind a burnt tent. The man raised a wand, a spell left his lips. A stream of green light exited the tip of the wand, settling high in the sky in the shape of a skull with a snake slithering from its open mouth.
The figure vanished, his deed done. Harry stared up into the sky, wondering what the symbol was. His thoughts interrupted by several cracks that broke the silence. He was surrounded by wizards, their wands trained on him.
“Harry? Oh thank gods.” Harry heard the familiar voice of Mr. Weasley.
“What is that?” Harry questioned motioning toward the sky.
“Surely you would know, you conjured it,” a harsh voice answered. “Highly punishable crime.”
“Barty, he’s just a boy. He doesn’t even know what it is,” Mr. Weasley tried to reason with this Barty man.
“What? I haven’t conjured anything,” Harry stated defensibly. Mr. Weasley and Barty walked up to him, Barty’s wand still trained on him. Barty demanded to see his wand, saying there was only one way to be sure he was innocent of this crime. Barty cast a spell on his wand that Harry didn’t recognize. Little puffs of colored smoke exited his wand.
“Nothing but useless charms,” Barty said as he ended the spell, handing Harry his wand back with a huff. “You are free to go.”
“There was a man,” Harry said, gesturing over his shoulder. “He conjured that thing.”
“Who?” Barty turned back, now curious.
“I didn’t recognize him,” Harry answered. Barty was now ignoring Harry for he had no useful information. Mr. Weasley tugged on his arm, pulling him away for the crowd.
“Let’s get home. Molly will be worried enough,” he said softy.
“Mr. Weasley, what is that thing?” Harry questioned, unable to take his eyes off of it.
“It’s his mark.”
~*~
AN - Please review because it makes me happy! Thanks!