Control

My first HP fic. Not my first fic just new at this so be gentle or hell care me it sucks I don\'t much care as everyone important likes it. I own nothing. This is a one shot.
I need a beta...
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If he were to be honest with himself, which he almost always was, there were only three things that had made him put his name in the Goblet of Fire. His dad, his house and Harry. All for different reasons of course.

His dad, well that was an easy one. Amos expected his son to be everything and so Cedric was. Simple really, he-wants-I-deliver sort of thinking at the core. Besides he had to make up for somethings and that was the easiest way.

As for his house, Hufflepuffs never got much attention and since Cedric had to be the above and beyond golden boy for his father he might as well carry it over and bring a little bit of glory to his schoolmates. Not friends, schoolmates, there was a difference after all.

Then there was Harry. A bit of a sad story that was. The golden boy of Hufflepuff and The Boy Who Lived. Not much in common unless you counted the Quiddich, hero complex and the fact that everyone expected more of then than seemed possible to give.
Cedric supposed it was the eyes that got him in the end though. Those bright green eyes that seemed to track his every move on and off the pitch. He wasn\'t sure how but it seemed as if Harry had figured out what Cedric had been thinking of the younger seeker. Of course those thoughts only came at night when no one else was around and only after a particularly hard day so there was no way he could know. Then again with the way life went at times maybe there was. Maybe his own eyes gave it away.

He could still remember when Harry had tracked him down to tell him about the first task. How he had walked through a sea of badges proclaiming that Cedric was the real Hogwarts champion to warn him the first task was dragons. Not that Cedric would admit to knowing that the other had caused his bag to break, no, best to let Harry think he hadn\'t noticed.

But of course he had noticed him. Harry was the only real competition Cedric had ever had. The only person who had more than just the potential to be better than he was. Someone he could submit to and not feel as if he were losing a part of himself.

So he had told Harry about the prefect bathroom. To see if he could trust him. To see if it was true that Harry would listen to him even if he didn\'t have a reason to. Oh he could have said it was loyalty to the school but that wouldn\'t have been true. After all Cedric liked Hogwarts well enough but his loyalty laid with his house. No, the whole point behind it was to see how much Harry trusted him and how much he trusted Harry. So he stood there in the shadows, barely willing to breathe, and watched and waited for Harry to do something to break the spell he had over him.

Only it never happened.

That\'s how Cedric ended up outside the library only hours before the second task was set to begin. He had gone to put Harry through another one of his see-if-I-can-trust-him tests and had arrived just in time to witness Harry being chased out of the library and told to get some rest. Cedric had frozen when Harry had barreled around the corner and barely managed to keep himself and the other from falling when Harry plowed headlong into him.

It wasn\'t supposed to happen the way it did. Cedric wasn\'t supposed to lose all sense of sanity just because he had the smalled boy pressed against him and he certainly wasn\'t supposed to have pulled Harry into the nearest classroom and lock the door behind them. But all thought vanished on the breathy whimper he gave as he pressed his body into Harry\'s and kissed him.

He didn\'t think he\'d ever forget the shocked look in those star bright eyes or the desperation he had felt when Harry went limp pulling Cedric to the floor.

Harry didn\'t understand. He couldn\'t. After all he was, what, three years younger? Of course he wouldn\'t understand. He didn\'t know what it was like to need to be dominated. To give yourself over to another if only for a moment.

That was all Cedric had time to think before his hands were pinned above his head and Harry was growling out a warning to lay still or go back to the Hufflepuff with a painfully obvious problem.

No, Harry might not know what it was like to need to be dominated but he certainly knew what it was like to need to take back some of the control that had been slowly stolen from you a bit at a time all your life.

And Cedric was glad to let him have it. After all everyone had something they needed he knew that better than anyone else.