The Boys Who Lived

Rating: NC-17
A/N: Sorry, it took so long for me to update. I had family over the last two weeks and then a bit of car trouble that took away my muse and just left a load of frustration in its place!!! Anyways, as always, please review... I get very happy when I get reviews (but please donft think I will keep the next chapter hostage for certain amount of reviews, I think that is ridiculous.) Enjoy!!


Chapter 8: Us Queers Got to Stick Together

After the Welcoming Feast the four were making their way from the Great Hall and, of course, it seemed all eyes were on them. Harry felt the heated glares and the curious stares, he heard the whispered gossiped and the not so whispered verbal jabs at him. The arm placed around his shoulders pulled him in closer to Cedricfs side as his boyfriend stared down the students who had barely concealed rage on their faces. The disgusted looks were the worst; he felt the judging eyes of his fellow students and was found lacking.

"Filthy queer!" Someone whispered from the crowd.

Cedric moved to root out the offender, but Harry held him tight to him and said, "No, just leave it alone. I don't want you to get in trouble for it."

Cedric looked like he was going to argue, but Harry silently pleaded with Cedric and won. Cedric sighed heavily and nodded, guiding Harry along towards the Gryffindor Tower. He heard Hermione and Ron behind him, who were not so worried about consequences, well at least Ron wasn't. He was yelling at anyone who was too bold in their attacks against Harry.

"Always knew you were a bum bandit, Potter! If Diggory's not giving it to you, I'll do ya, for a price!" A male voice sounded out, the laughing voice made Harry flinch.

"Oi, Ferguson, shut your gob or ifll do it for you!" Ron yelled as a solid thump preceded Ron's yell. He heard Ferguson cry in outrage, but the boy didn't do anything more. Probably for the best, when Ron got like that it was best to stay out of his way.

Finally, they reached the stairs and most of the students were gone by then. Harry inwardly sighed in relief and allowed himself to relax a bit.

"Are you alright, baby?" Cedric questioned as they began to climb the stairs, his concern laced throughout the question.

"I'm fine, i'll be better once we get to the Common Room." Harry replied with a reassuring smile as he squeezed the hand lying across his shoulders.

Cedric frowned, but chose not to say anything. They quickly reached the entrance to the Gryffindor Common Room and Hermione said "Strength of Courage" for the password. The Fat Lady smiled and nodded to the returning students as her portrait swung open, allowing them to enter the room beyond.

The students within, and from what Harry could see was nearly all the Gryffindor House, stopped talking the moment Harry and Cedric came into view. The silence seemed to be deafening, he heard a nervous cough in the background and a shuffle of feet to his right. The eyes of his fellow Gryffindors bore down on him and he felt like he was being silently evaluated by his peers. He could see that most were accepting of Harry and everything that had happened over the summer. They had nervous looks on their faces, but nothing hateful or disgusted.

However, there were a few people in the crowd that made it obvious they were going to be a problem. A number of them were younger than Harry and so he didn't know them, but two who he did recognized were Cormac McLaggen and Demelza Robins. They both glared at him as if he were cockroach skittering across their food. The disgusted looks were very unnerving and Harry had to turn away.

Finally, the twins decided it was too awkward and made a joke out of it as usual.
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"Hello, little brother." Fred said as he walked up to Harry and wrapped an arm around Harry's waist, guiding Harry and Cedric to the stairs leading to the dorm rooms.

As they pasted Cormac McLaggen, who was still glaring at Harry, mumbled "Bunch of faggots!"

Fred smiled deviously at the boy and said, "You know McLaggen, I wouldn't stare at Harry too much, he might get to thinking you like him!"

"...might find a bed full of the Boy-Who-Lived one of these nights!" George finished as he followed the three and as he pasted McLaggen he flicked him on the nose and said, "You know how us faggots are, liable to jump into the bed of anyone who offers!"

McLaggen choked in fury and pulled out his wand towards George.

"Move anymore McLaggen and you'll see exacting how much the Weasley's protect their own!" Ron hissed as he stepped up behind the older boy.

McLaggen wavered for a moment and then decided to leave it alone for now, dropping the hand that held his wand.
"Wise move." Ron said as he and Hermione moved around him and walked up the stairs as well.

The Common Room broke out into a thunderous boom of Gryffindors talking all at once; the topic of choice was again no surprise.

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The group found their way up the stairs and into the fifth year boys dorm. Harry, holding hands with Cedric, walked over to his bed and sat down on it. Cedric sat down bedside him and then picked up Harry, placing the smaller boy onto his lap. Harry sighed with a smile and leaned his back against Cedric's chest as Cedric wrapped his arms around Harry waist.

Harry looked up and saw Ron and Hermione sitting together on Ron's bed while George and Fred sat on Neville's. "So, George, you're gay?"

George with a smile on his face, nodded. "I figured now was as good a time as any to say it. You and Cedric didn't have a choice. Thought I might as well hop on the wagon with you, us queers got to stick together and such!"

He looked at his brothers then, gauging their reactions to the news. Fred grinned and said, "Brother O' mine, I've known since before you have. I was just waiting for you to say something!"

Ron had a shocked look on his face, but then he shrugged. "It doesn't matter to me, same as with Harry; I just didn't even consider it. You had me fooled completely."

George, with the acceptance of his brothers, started talking about all the boys he fooled around with, to Ron's horror. Ron nearly turned green and threatened to throttle the twin if he didn't shut up. Fred, laughing held his younger brother down as George laughed and continued on in greater detail. This only made Ron more horrified and Hermione blush bright red in embarrassment.

Cedric and Harry roaring in laughter, held each other up as Ron gave his best effort to grab his wand and hex his brothers.

Before long it was getting late and everyone got up to say good night.

Harry turned in Cedric's lap and gave him a very enthusiastic kiss, placing his hands on Cedric's shoulder to steady himself. The kiss was both passionate and sweet, their tongues intertwining, thrusting against each other in need. Pressing their chest'stogether, Harry tried to get as close as possible to his boyfriend. Finally, they broke apart, panting and hard with need.

Harry noticed Cedric had an odd look on his face as he looked at something over Harry's shoulder. In confusion he turned and found everyone's eyes on them, including Seamus, Dean and Neville, who had come in sometime after the kiss began. Hermione seemed to have glazed look on her face; having enjoyed the show and Ron looked green again, George and Fred were grinning, and the other fifth year boys just looked shocked.

"Bloody hell, that was hot!" George said with a grin on his face.

Harry blushed and ducked his face into the crook of Cedric's next. The room broke out in chuckles and then their guests began to leave one by one.

Cedric placed one last chaste kiss on Harry's lips. "I'll see you in the morning at breakfast, baby."

Harry nodded and then got off Cedric's lap and watched him leave the room. Soon, everyone was gone and the boys crawled into their beds for the night. It was then that Harry remembered the note Remus had given him from Sirius. Pulling it out of his robes, he laid back in his bed to read it.

Harry,

I just wanted to give you a quick note to and say a few things.

First, I think that when you return to Hogwarts you might find that Cedric has made peace with his sexual orientation coming out... at least if he knows a good thing when he sees it, he will! Second, I know this year is going to be very hard for you for many reasons, but as Remus and I have said before, we'll always be here for you! Also, if anyone gets out of hand you let me know or better yet, those Weasley twins... they will no doubt help you with a most devious revenge on the bloody blighters, yeah?

Thirdly, and most important, keep on your guard! The Voldemort front might be quiet right now, but that can change at any moment!

That being said, enjoy your year, and give Snivellus a little hell for me, will ya?

Snuffles

Harry smiled and put the note away. Blowing out the candle near his bed, he snuggled into his covers and drifted off to sleep.

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The next morning Harry made his way down to the Great Hall for breakfast. Ron and Hermione trailed behind him, bickering about something or other. As he turned a corner, not far from the Great Hall he saw Cedric coming from a nearby corridor and smiled. Quickly walking towards him, Cedric smiled as his eyes rested on Harry. Before Harry knew it, Harry found himself wrapped up in Cedric's arms and kissed soundly.

"Morning, luv." Cedric greeted as he rested his hands on the downward slope of his bottom. Harry felt the hands grip and press their bodies closer together and moaned softly.

"Merlin, I love it when you moan like that!" Cedric murmured near Harry's ear as he kissed the skin behind it. Hearing that only made another moan slip from Harry's lips, eliciting a chuckled from Cedric.

"I can't think when you say shite like that, prat!" Harry scolded with a punch to Cedric's arm.
"Sorry." Cedric said, but didn't look it at all.

Harry gave him a mock growl and spun on his heel and began to walk towards the Great Hall. Cedric only laughed harder and ran to catch up to him, snagging an arm around Harry's waist. They walked over to the Gryffindor table and sat down, Ron and Hermione bringing up the rear, sat down across the table from the couple.

"What've we got today?" Ron asked as he loaded his plate to over flowing. As his friends gaped at him, he shrugged and said, "What? I'm hungry!"

"We have History of Magic and then double Potions with the Slytherins, yay!" Harry answered sarcastically and then continued. "After lunch we have Divination and double DADA with that Umbridge woman."

"That's Professor Umbridge, Potter. Tisk, tisk, disrespecting a teacher... I think 30 points from Gryffindor will teach you!" Malfoy said the familiar sneer on his face.

"WHAT?! Thirty points for saying her name wrong? That's crap and you know it!" Harry exclaimed.

"Actually that was 10 for disrespect, 10 for being a shirtlifter and 10 just because I don't like you." Malfoy replied.

Cedric glared at Malfoy and said, "Watch who you're calling a shirtlifter, Malfoy! From what I hear, you like to take it up the arse as well."

Malfoy choked in rage and scowled at the ex-Hufflepuff. Cedric just smiled and lifted an eyebrow in challenge. Malfoy stood there for a moment as if deciding if the fight was worth it and then stomped away like a petulant child.

The Gryffindors around them were nearly falling off their seats in laughter; Ron was smacking Neville on the back as he recovered from choking on a bite of toast.

"I always knew Malfoy was a bit of a ponce, but he really is one?!" Ron laughed in glee.

"He was seeing a seventh year last year who was a friend of mine... great big bottom, from what i hear!" Cedric replied with a devilish grin and a waggle of his eyebrows.

"Oh Merlin, that's bloody perfect!" Ron gasped as he laid his head on the table, his shoulders shaking in laughter.

They continued to laugh for a while as Malfoy sat a few tables away, glaring daggers at them. Soon, it was time to head off to their first lesson and Cedric kissed Harry bye and headed off to the Charms classroom.

The trio went to History of Magic, where without fail, Professor Binns managed to make the subject as boring as possible. His slow monotone voice droned on without pause as all the students found it nearly impossible to stay awake. Most either had a blank glazed look in their eyes or like Ron, slept through it, drool pooling on the desks below them. Hermione seemed to be the only one listening, as amazing as it was; she was actually giving the Professor her rapt attention, almost as if he were speaking about the most captivating subject known to man.

Harry snorted beside her and she glared at him for breaking her concentration and then returned to listening to Binns drone on. Harry rolled his eyes and then elbowed Ron on his other side after he began snoring rather loudly. Ron swiped at Harry's arm and exclaimed, "Sod off, George!"

Professor Binns glanced up and had a look on his faced that looked like he hadn't even realized they were in the classroom. Elbowing Ron again, Harry whispered, "Ron, wake up!"

He jostled awake, turning to glare at Harry for interrupting his sleep, wiping the drool off his face. Resting an elbow on the table and cupping his face, he was asleep again within a minute. The class, thankfully, ended soon after and they made their way to the Potions classroom in the dungeons.

As they entered the class, Harry saw that most of the students were already there, Malfoy included. Malfoy, upon seeing the Golden Trio walk in, glared menacingly. He got up heading for them just as Snape came from his office, door banging open as he walked through, his robes swishing dramatically behind him. Bit of a drama queen, really; at least Harry thought so. The time went by fairly quickly, as the potion they made took a great deal of concentration and effort.

As usual, Harry's potion was average at best and Snape made a grand show of pointing out his failure to the class. He sneered condescendingly and banished Harry's potion, giving Harry no credit for the day, yet again. Malfoy snickered in the background and then proceeded to preen while Snape commended him on another successful potion. As soon as Snape walked away Malfoy sneered at Harry in a usual fashion as the class dispersed.

Harry glared at Malfoy in annoyance and followed Ron and Hermione out of the classroom and headed off to lunch.

Walking into the Great Hall, Harry looked around for Cedric and saw that he hadn't arrived yet. Sitting down at the Gryffindor table, he began piling food onto his plate.

"There's Fred and George, they had DADA this morning... wonder what the new Professor is like?" Ron questioned as the twins came walking up. "Oi, Fred, George, what was Umbridge like?"

The twins looked at each other and gave an identical shudder mockingly.

"Right unpleasant, that woman is!" Fred said as they sat down near the trio.

"What do you mean?" asked Hermione.

"Oh, you'll see, Mione. The magnitude of her horridness can't possibly be accurately described!" George replied as he shot a defiant stare towards the head table.

The person in question raised her overly made up head and pinched her lips in displeasure as she glared at the Gryffindor table.

"I think we might have to step up our game this year, give a little hell, Gred!" George said with a devious grin on his freckled face.

"I believe your right, Forge!" His twin replied and the two huddled together to make sure Delores Umbridge would forever remember the names Fred and George Weasley.

Harry and Ron laughed at the older Weasleys as they were sure to enjoy the pranks to follow. Hermione on the other hand, frowned as her eyes narrowed and she kept a watchful eye on the twins. She took her duties as Prefect very seriously after all.

"Hey baby" Cedric greeted as he sat down next to Harry, placing a quick kiss just below Harry's earlobe.

Harry shivered in pleasure, giving a luminous smile to his boyfriend as he picked up Cedric's plate and filled it with food. Cedric smiled in thanks and poured them both a glass of pumpkin juice.

"Did the morning go alright, any trouble?" Cedric questioned as he began to eat.

"No, it was alright; a few people staring every once in a while and the usual Snape/Malfoy trials, but fairly boring otherwise." Harry answered. "What about you?"

"Not too bad... I had a couple of run-ins with some people who thought it best to warn me against continuing to see you. However, I set them straight quickly. Just last year the same people were telling me how I was lucky to be friends with you, the Boy-Who-Lived. Now, you're a danger and off your rocker!" Laughing Cedric pulled Harry into a hug and kissed him soundly on the lips. "Anyone who has spent time with you knows that's a bunch of shite!"

Harry smiled lovingly up at Cedric and then glared out towards the rest of the school, who happened to be watching avidly. He wasn't going to let anyone try and take Cedric away from him again! "Thanks for sticking up for me."

"Nothing to it, I won't have anyone telling lies about you. You have enough to deal with; you don't need people stabbing you in the back left and right because of who you are." Cedric said quietly.

The rest of lunch was spent talking and trying to figure out how bad their DADA class was going to be.

A while later, after kissing Cedric goodbye until dinner, Harry and his best friends entered the Divination classroom. Professor Trelawney as usual waxed poetic about the gifts of Divination and how only a special few had the gift. Harry sat at his table while she went on, a bored look plastered on his face. Next to Potions, Divination was his least favorite subject.

As usual, the Professor made her yearly prediction of Harry's untimely demise. Parvati and Lavender, a few tables over gasped in fear, as was their custom after each premonition. Ron rolled his eyes and said, "Well, best get your affairs in order, since you're about to kick the bucket and all!"

Harry punched Ron on his shoulder and mumbled, "Git!"

Thankfully, the class was over before too long and they made their way to the DADA classroom. Upon entering they found Professor Umbridge sitting primly behind her desk, a sweet simpering smile on her face, as she waited for the rest of the class to arrive.
Once the class had settled down, she stood up and came around to the front of the desk.

"Well, good afternoon!" she said, when finally the whole class had sat down.

A few people mumbled 'good afternoon' in reply.

"Tut, tut," said Professor Umbridge. "That won't do, now, will it? I should like you, please, to reply 'Good afternoon, Professor Umbridge'. One more time, please. Good afternoon, class!"

"Good afternoon, Professor Umbridge," they chanted back at her.

"There, now," said Professor Umbridge sweetly. "That wasn't too difficult, was it? Wands away and quills out, please."

The students looked around at each other questions in their eyes, but did as they were told. As they did so, words appeared on the black board in the front of the class, after a piercing tap from the professor's wand.

Defense Against the Dark Arts A Return to Basic Principles

"Now class, as I understand it, you're teaching in this subject has been severely lacking in its consistency and practicality. You have been taught many lessons that were far above what is necessary, by instructors who at best were extremely unsuitable for this position, if not a danger to your well being. However, you will be happy to know, I am sure, that the Ministry has taken an active role in correcting this grievous oversight. As you will find, the Ministry has created a carefully organized, theory based, practical study into the basic principles of Defense Against the Dark Arts."

Everyone in the class had quizzical looks on their faces; Hermione looked as if she was trying hard not to actively contradict a request from both the Ministry and a "trusted" professor.

"Please copy down the following."

She rapped the blackboard again; the first message vanished and was replaced by the 'Course Aims'.

. Understanding the principles underlying defensive magic.
. Learning to recognize situations in which defensive magic can legally be used.
. Placing the use of defensive magic in a context for practical use.

The class obediently copied the words, scratching of quills on parchment filled the large stone room.

"Now, has everyone arrived with their copy of Defensive Magical Theory by Wilbert Slinkhard?"

The class was filled with murmurs of 'yes' and Professor Umbridge's 'tut,tut' followed it and she said, "I will have you reply in a courteous manner. So, again, has everyone arrived with their copy of Defensive Magical Theory by Wilbert Slinkhard?"

"Yes, Professor Umbridge." The class said clearly.

"Good." She said sweetly. "Please turn to Chapter One in your books and read 'Basics for Beginners.' Refrain from talking, please."

Many frowned, but began reading the requested chapter. The room stood quiet for several minutes as the class read about the basics of Defensive theory. Harry couldn't help but continue to frown as he read. The chapter talked in a way that made him feel as if the writer felt the readers were six year olds, needing to be taught in the most simplest of ways. He found it exceedingly boring and happened to glance up and find Hermione with her hand up, waiting for the teacher's approval to speak.

Professor Umbridge sat at her desk and for all tense and purpose seemed to be resolutely ignoring Hermione. She kept her head staring in a different direction for quite a while, Hermione, not to be outdone, continued to hold her hand up and wait for her chance to speak. Before long, the entire class had stopped reading, finding Hermione's behavior far more entertaining than the 'Basis for Beginners.'

After nearly ten minutes, Professor Umbridge finally turned her head and smiled sweetly at Hermione. The smile belied the fact that she had ignored the persistent student for so long.

"Yes, dear, is there something you need to know about the chapter?"

"No, it is not about the chapter, Professor." Hermione answered.

"Then I would ask you wait until the end of the lesson to ask your question." Professor Umbridge stated and then turned her head away again from Hermione.

Hermione, very determined, raised her hand again. Umbridge, after a few minutes, sighed in annoyance and turned her head towards Hermione. "Yes?"

"I just had a question about the course aims you have up on the board."

"And who might you be?"

"Hermione Granger." Hermione said with a smile, sure to be recognized as for her stellar academic record.

Professor Umbridge, making no comment on Hermione's exceptional standing in the school, said, "Well, Miss Granger, I believe it is clear. We are going to be returning to the basics of Defense Against the Dark Arts, with a theory based application."

"I don't think it is clear." Hermione answered. "You haven't mentioned any application of defensive spells."

"Using defensive spells?" Professor Umbridge said with a little laugh. "Why, I can't imagine any situation arising in my classroom that would require you to use a defensive spell, Miss Granger. You surely aren't expecting to be attacked during class?"

Professor Umbridge had a condescending look of pity on her face as she spoke.

"No, Professor. However, the need to competently perform a defensive spell would seem relevant in the process of learning about defensive magic. Do you not agree, professor?" Hermione replied, the frown on her face increasing.

"Absolutely, but you will learn to do this through the basic theory and study of defensive magic, just as well." Professor Umbridge replied, she did so with a look on her face implying the statement should have been obvious.

"We're not using magic?" Ron exclaimed.

"All students please raise your hands if you wish to speak!" Professor Umbridge said sharply, narrowing her eyes as she glared at Ron.

Several then promptly raised their hands, all questioning the use of no magic in the classroom.

"Miss Granger?"

"Yes" said Hermione. "Surely the whole point of Defense Against the Dark Arts is to practice defensive spells?"

"And do you believe that you as a fifth year student are more qualified to judge course structure, than the Ministry approved educator who has done so?" Professor Umbridge questioned patronizingly.

"No, but-"

"Then, do not attempt to contradict the lessons that have been carefully planned by those who are more qualified." She stood up and came around to the front of the desk.
"You will learn the theory of defensive magic, here, in a safe risk-free environment and at the end of this time if you have applied the knowledge you have learned, you will be able to perform any spells you have learned in this classroom."

"What use is that?" Harry said loudly. "When we actually need to perform these spells, it wonft be risk-"

"Hand, Mr. Potter!" Professor Umbridge said loudly, glaring at Harry in malice.

By this time, most of the class had their hands raised in question; even the Slytherins raised their hands.

"Yes, you, what is your question?"

"Parvati Patil. I was wondering, why we aren't going to learn how to perform the spells? We have always done that, in all our lessons. And like Harry said, it won't be risk-free when the time comes for us to use the spells."

Professor Umbridge again let a pitying expression come across her face and said, "Dear, do you think you will be attacked in this classroom?"

"No, but-"

"Then I see no reason, why you should need to learn anything more than the theory behind the spells." Professor Umbridge stated. "I do not wish to question the actions of your previous teachers and the administration staff of Hogwarts. However, you're study in this subject has been far too in-depth and potentially lethal. You have been scared into believing you will be attacked at any moment from Dark wizards."

"Well, we have reason to think so!" Dean Thomas said sarcastically.

"Hand, young man!" Umbridged exclaimed. "As I was saying, you have been made to fear Dark attacks at any moment and this is just not the case. You have learned spells way beyond your years and have witnessed Unforgiveables performed in this classroom."

"If you mean Professor Moody, he turned out to be a Death Eater, didn't he!" Seamus Finnagan scoffed.

"Your hand is not raised, young man!" Professor Umbridge said in a loud sharp voice. "The Ministry feels that with careful instruction in the theory of this subject you will be able to perform and pass any examination on this subject. Yes Miss Patil?" Umbridge asked as she pointed to Parvati.

"What about O.W.L's? We will have to peform spells to pass. It will be very hard to do that if we have never attempted them before!"

"As I said, with the practical theory and study of defensive spells, you should have no problem performing in the O.W.L examinations." Umbridges answered.

"And what good's theory going to be in the real world?" said Harry loudly, his fist in the air again.
"This is school, Mr. Potter, not the real world!"

"And what are we supposed to do when we face what's waiting for us out there?" Harry barked out.

"There is nothing waiting out there, Mr. Potter!"

"That's ridiculous!" Harry stated, his fisted clenched to his sides, his anger over the Ministry and Professor Umbridg's blatant disregard of the dangerous truth.

"Who do you imagine wants to attack children like yourselves?" enquired Professor Umbridge in a horribly honeyed voice.

"Hmm, let's think..." said Harry in a mock thoughtful voice. "Maybe... Lord Voldemort!"

Shocked whispers and a few screams burst across the room at the name. Ron Flinched and Neville fell of his stool. Professor Umbridge just stared glaring daggers at Harry.

"I believe something needs to be made clear... You have been told that a certain Dark wizard has returned."

"Yeah, he has!" Harry retorted.

"Mr. Potter, twenty points from Gryffindor for not raising your hand!" Umbridge said menacingly and continued. "As I was saying, you have been told that a certain Dark wizard has returned from the dead, this is a lie-"

"It's not a lie!" Harry yelled.

"Detention, Mr Potter!" said Professor Umbridge triumphantly. "Tomorrow evening. Five O'clock. My office. I repeat, this is a lie. The Ministry of Magic guarantees that you are not in danger from any Dark wizard. If you are still worried, by all means come and see me outside class hours. If someone is alarming you with fibs about reborn Dark wizards, I would like to hear about it. I am here to help. I am your friend. And now, you will kindly continue your reading. Page five, 'Basics for Beginners.'"

Professor Umbridge sat down behind her desk. Harry, however, stood up. Everyone was staring at him; Seamus looked half-scared, half-fascinated.

"Harry, no!" Hermione whispered in a warning voice, tugging at his sleeve, but Harry jerked his arm out of her reach.

"And according to you, what Dumbledore, Cedric Diggory and I have said since the Tri-Wizard tournament, is a lie?!" Harry asked angrily. "Maybe you and the Ministry wouldn't believe Cedric and me, but, Dumbledore, the greatest wizard alive, defeater of Grindewald... he's lying too, is he?"

The class breathed a collective gasp as Harry spoke, all waiting for the fallout to come. Professor Umbridge, sitting behind her desk again, smiled a sickeningly sweet smile and said, "That night was the workings of one dark wizard, not He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named."

"It was Voldemort and you know it!" yelled Harry.

Umbridge said, "Come here, dear."

Harry frowned and stepped to the desk as Umbridge wrote a quick note on parchment.

"Take this to Professor McGonagall, Mr. Potter."

Harry grabbed the note and took his things from his seat and left the classroom. Walking to Professor McGonagall's office, he knocked on the door and waited. The door opened and McGonagall said, "What are you doing out of class Mr. Potter?"

"I've been sent to you."

"What do you mean sent?"

Harry handed the note to the professor and waited while she read it. As she read her eyes seemed to get narrower, and finally she said, "Come in."

After sitting down, she continued speaking. "Mr. Potter, you really must be careful. Not only have you lost house points but, you have received detention with Professor Umbridge every night this week."

"What?!" Harry shouted.

"Yes, every night and I am unable to do anything about it. Misbehavior in Dolores Umbridge's class could cost you much more than house points and detentions. Use your common sense; you know who she is reporting to and what you could lose if the wrong things were reported!"

"But, Professor, I was telling the truth. She was saying that Voldemort had comeback and that we were lying!"

"There is more at stake than just who is telling the truth, Mr. Potter! You will conduct yourself in a proper manner, even if she sprouts wings and flies around the school shouting 'Potter is a Liar.' Is that understood?!" Professor McGonagall said sharply.

"Yes, Professor." Harry replied dejectedly and nodded his head.

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Later that night as they walked to the dinner, Hermione looked at Harry with a pinched expression.

"Harry, you really need to be more careful... she can make life very difficult for you if she wants to!"

"I don't care, she was doing the same thing as the Ministry and I am through with just ignoring it. I won't just sit by and let her say that we're not all in danger!" Harry said emphatically.

"At least she didn't take any more points..." Ron said.

"Honesty Ron, there are more important things than the House Cup!" Hermione exclaimed.

"Hermione, Ron." Cedric greeted as he walked up to Harry and kissed him. "How did your first day go? I heard Professor Umbridge's class is a bit boring?"

"More like enlightening!" Hermione replied as they sat down at the Gryffindor table. "She had us put our wands away and then had us read the entire time, on the basics of defensive magic, as if we were first years again; and that's what she has planned for the entire year!"

"Really?" Cedric asked. "You'd think with you being fifth years and O.W.L.'s at the end of the year, that there would be more of a hands on approach. It has always been like that before."

"Yeah, well the Ministry feels we've been taught things that are far too dangerous and beyond our years. Apparently if we study the theory behind the spells we should have no problem performing them when O.W.L.'s come around. That's a load of shite and they know it!" Harry said as he filled his plate. "Then she started going off about us lying; that Voldemort hadn't returned. Can you believe that?!"

"Harry you need to watch what you say. We have the whole year left and you can't do what you did today, if you did you'd have detention until the last day of the school year! You know she'll do it!" Hermione warned.

"What did you do?" Cedric asked Harry, lifting an eyebrow in question. Cedric knew it was a given that Harry's issue with authority had to have come into effect. After so many years of hearing about the infamous battles between Harry and Professor Snape, Cedric was sure it hadn't gone well.
Harry for a moment looked properly shamed and shrugged his shoulders. "She was saying all this stuff about how we have been taught by questionable and inappropriate teachers, some who were potentially dangerous; Professor Lupin included. Then she said we would learn the theory of the spells in a risk-free environment and that we would need to perform them now anyways... I said something about it wouldn't be risk-free when we would actually need to use them..."

"Well, it's true even if you said it in a less than appropriate way." Hermione interjected.

"Then she went off about Voldemort not returning and then i asked her if she thought the three of us were lying... Dumbledore included? Well, she took twenty points from the house and gave me a weeks worth of detention and sent me to Professor McGonagall."

"You forgot about the yelling, mate." Ron said and then groaned as Hermione elbowed him in the stomach. "Mione, what was that for?"

"For not knowing when to keep quiet!" Hermione hissed.

"You yelled at Professor Umbridge?" Cedric asked and then at Harry's nod, he continued. 

"Harry you can't do that, you know she has to be reporting to the Minister and he is just looking for the opportunity to discredit you more or worse, expel you!"

"I know, I've already been warned by both Professor McGonagall and Hermione, but she was saying that what all the students heard was a lie and that Voldemort hadn't returned. I was just so mad, the Ministry is just willing to ignore the danger to keep their precious illusion of peace! It's dangerous to the entire wizarding world. They're going to get people killed!"

Cedric wrapped and arm around Harry and said, "We will figure something out, but you need to be more careful. Even if she is lying through her teeth!"

"Alright, but I won't ignore everything. She a menace and I won't allow her to tear you or Dumbledore down!" Harry replied with a nod.

"Good, I don't want to miss any more time with you in detention than she has already given." Cedric stated.

Nodding, Harry returned to his food and listened while Hermione went into a long lecture about buckling down and studying this year for O.W.L.'s; giving a pointed look at Harry and Ron as she did so.

After the meal ended, Cedric said, "Come on Harry, I want to show you my quarters."

Harry smiled and said goodbye to his friends. Grabbing Harry's hand, Cedric threading their fingers together and lead Harry through the castle. They walked to a gargoyle not far from the kitchens.

"Galagry, this is my friend Harry Potter, he is to have full access to my quarters." Cedric said to the gargoyle.

Galagry, upon Cedric speaking, raised its stone head and looked at both Cedric and Harry. "Harry Potter, will place his hand on my head and he will be allowed to enter."
Harry gave a nod and then placed his hand of the gargoyles head. Once his hand touched the cold stone, a blue flicker of light engulfed his hand and then slowly faded away. "You are now free to enter, Harry Potter."

"Whenever you want to enter my rooms just put your hand on the gargoyle's head and say your name." Cedric said as the stones to the left of the gargoyle began to fold into each other, similar to the entrance to Diagon Alley, revealing a door behind it. Cedric open the door and walked in. "You will be able to open the door as well. Only a few are able to, only Headmaster Dumbledore and Deputy Headmistress McGonagall and you and I."

Walking into the chamber, Harry looked around and smiled. It was decorated in Hufflepuff colors. The living room was filled with a few comfy black couches and arm chairs, near a large stone fireplace. To the left was a fair sized kitchen with cupboards and the like. To the right was an open door that went into the bedroom, where a much larger version of Harry's Hogwarts bed stood within.

"Certainly roomy." Harry said.

"It's more than I need, but it is nice to have my own room after so many years." Cedric said as he walked behind Harry, wrapping his arms around the small waist and resting his chin on Harry's shoulder. "It's nice to have you to myself again."

Harry sighed as Cedric kissed his neck, moving his head farther to the side to give Cedric better access to the sensitive skin near his ear. Cedric lightly nipped the skin, laving it with his tongue and bringing forth a low groan from within Harry.

Harry placed his hands over Cedric's, threading their fingers together and pushing his body back against the hard one behind him.

Cedric turned Harry around in his arms and captured Harry lips in a passionate kiss. Harry moaned in pleasure, his lips opening enough for Cedric to slip his tongue inside and thrusting back and forth into the mouth in promise of things to come. Placing his hands under Harry arse, Cedric lifted up Harry into his arms as Harry wrapped his legs around Cedric's waist.

Walking over to the couch nearby, Cedric lowered them on the cushions and laid his body over Harry's. They laid there kissing, their hands roaming over each other's bodies, learning every shape and curve. Cedric thrust down against the body beneath his, groaning in ecstasy as their erections rubbed together.

"You feel so good baby..." Cedric whispered as he thrust over and over against his boyfriend, nibbling his way down the neck and to the prominent collar bone below it. His hands traveled around to the front of Harry's waist and delved beneath the t-shirt covering Harry's chest. He traced the slim, but defined chest and following the path to the nipples above. Giving the nipple a pinch and a flick, he then lifted the shirt up and over Harry's head, Cedric leaned down and pulled a pale rosy nipple into his mouth worrying it between his lips, giving it a few nips.

Harry cried out in pleasure and bucked his hips up into Cedric's as he pulled Cedric's head down more towards his aching nipple. "Oh, gods... please don't stop!"

Cedric smiled and licked his way over to the other neglected nipple, giving it much needed attention.

"You taste perfect... a little salty, but sweet. Mmmm, Harry flavored gum drops!" Cedric murmured as he slowly licked the way down the cleft in Harry's chest and nipped the belly button as he came to it. Cedric thrusted his tongue into the cavern, he swiveled his tongue eliciting a keening cry from Harry.

Cedric slowly lowered the zipper on Harry's trousers, all the while keeping his eyes locked onto Harry's emerald ones. Panting, Harry lifted himself onto his elbow to watch his boyfriend pull his aching cock out of his pants, giving it a few pulls.

"Ugghh..." Harry groaned, thrusting his cock towards the warm wet mouth waiting to take it in.

Cedric chuckled and gave a slow lick from base to tip, slipping his tongue into the slit at the top and tasting a drop of the pre-come from it. Harry gave a loud cry from the lick and whispered unintelligible words, falling back against the cushions.

Lips wrapped around the head, Cedric's tongue laved the head and sucked it lightly for a while. Then, opening his mouth a bit more, he began to swallow the cock in his mouth, taking more and more of its length. His tongue circled near the base, moving back and forth across it. Bobbing his head, he sucked the cock and swallowed it, his throat working against its hard yet soft surface. Finally, Cedric took the entire length and Harry's public bone pressed into his nose, Cedric smelling the sweet and salty flavor distinctively Harry.

Harry began to buck his hips, trying to push more of his cock into the blessed warmth surrounding it, but Cedric placed his hands against Harryfs hips, holding him against the cushions.

"Ughhh... mmm, Cedric... i'm gonna-" Harry cried, but was too late. With a final shout, Harry came violently, his cum shooting out of him and down into the waiting throat, Cedric swallowing it greedily.

Harry came down from the wonderful high, as Cedric laved his cock, cleaning off each and every last drop, savoring it to the last.

Harry raised his head and smiled a wondrous smile, and then pulled Cedric up to him and attacked that perfect mouth that made him so happy. Slipping his hand down into Cedric's pants, he wrapped a hand around Cedric's cock, pulling it and circling the tip with his thumb, spreading the pre-come around.

Cedric groaned in pleasure, thrusting into Harry's working hand. Harry moved his hand faster and faster, Cedric pressing his face into Harry's neck as he carded a hand through Harry's hair. Linking their free hands together and placing them up above their heads, he thrust harder against Harry, their groans mingling into one long one. With a cry, they both came; Cedric spurting ropes of cum into Harry's waiting hand, as he bit the flesh between Harry's neck and shoulder. Harry cried out in both pleasure and pain, cumming for a second time that night.
They laid there for a few minutes, their breath coming out in loud pants as they tried to catch it. Cedric nuzzled into Harry neck, licking the skin he had recently bit, while Harry wrapped an arm around Cedric's back and pulled him close.

"Wow..." Harry murmured.

"Yeah."

"That was... just perfect!" Harry exclaimed in awe.

Cedric laughed and lifted his head up, looking down into the eyes of his younger boyfriend. "It was perfect, wasn't it?"

Nodding his head, Harry pulled Cedric closer and wrapped him closer to him, sighing in contentment as he closed his eyes. "Yes, it was!"


A/N: As you may have noticed, I used a bit of scene from OoTP for the first meeting with Umbridge. It was too important a scene to leave out or just gloss through... I included a nice Lemon, for your reading pleasure!! Hopefully I will have the next chapter much sooner than this last one!!

~Caprilyeous~