Date: Mon, 22 Feb 2010 00:20:19 -0500
From: Colin <cleraphone@gmail.com>
Subject: Triwizard Rivalry

This story is fan fiction.  I do not own any of the characters mentioned,
they belong to JK Rowling and Warner Brothers Entertainment.

Introduction: This story takes place during Harry's fourth year as he
prepares for the second task of the Triwizard Tournament.


Harry tiptoed down the fifth floor corridor, under cover of his
invisibility cloak, searching for the statue of Boris the Bewildered. It
was there that Cedric Diggory told him he would find the prefects'
bathroom. Harry had been, with increasing desperation, trying to unlock the
secret of the golden egg which was supposed to hold a clue to the second
task of the Triwizard tournament. Knowing that Harry was struggling with
the puzzle, Cedric had dropped a cryptic hint, saying that Harry should try
taking a bath to clear his mind.

Harry couldn't fathom why Cedric would want to help him. All of Hufflepuff
seemed to despise Harry for stealing their thunder, and although Cedric
seemed to be treating Harry with civility since Harry had tipped him off
about the dragons, Harry sensed that underneath he was still livid. There
was supposed to be only one representative for Hogwarts competing at the
Triwizard Tournament, but somehow both Cedric and Harry had been
selected. This wasn't something Harry had asked for. He wasn't the one who
put his name in the cup. He was too young to have done so
anyways. Nevertheless, everyone's assumption seemed to be that Harry had
hoodwinked the cup somehow in the pursuit of glory and fame. Even Ron, his
best friend, had doubted his intentions.

As he reached the marble-hewn figure of Boris the Bewildered, he wondered
if Cedric might be setting him a trap. He unfurled the Marauders Map, and
looked at the area around him. The whole fifth floor seemed to be deserted.

Harry Muttered the password Cedric had given him: "Pine Fresh". The
entranceway presented itself immediately, and Harry slipped through,
tentatively throwing off his invisibility cloak. The bathroom was much
nicer than any he had seen before in Hogwarts, or anywhere. The room was
bathed in the soft light of a chandelier that hung over the large, still
pool at the centre of the room. This was the kind of place he couldn't have
even imagined four years ago, when he was living with the Dursleys.

Once he was sure that there were no ornery Hufflepuffs lying in wait, he
peeled off his robes, and threw them in a heap in the corner of the room,
next to a stack of fluffy white towels. He grabbed the golden egg and
slipped into the pool.

Later, when Harry thought back on this night, he was surprised that he
hadn't easily discovered the egg's secret. Given Cedric's hint, it wasn't a
far stretch of the imagination. Yet, he spent an hour unsuccessfully
poking, and prodding the egg, trying to elicit its secrets. He tossed it in
the water. He tried running it under each of the many golden taps that
encircled the pool, each spewing suds of a different scent or colour. In a
moment of desperation, he thought that he might be able to hatch it if he
wrapped it up in some of the towels, incubating it.

As he was trying a new tack of blowing bubbles onto the surface of the egg,
he heard a "plunk", from behind him. He spun around, alarmed. He wasn't
supposed to be here. If a prefect found Harry here, they would probably be
quick to take points from Gryffindor. Especially since the popularity of
"Support Cedric Diggory / Potter Stinks" badges suggested that Harry was
not in the public's favour right now.

When he turned around, Cedric Diggory's familiar grey eyes stared back at
him. Relief intermingled with dread. Cedric probably wouldn't take points
off of Gryffindor - but he might do worse. Harry was at least glad that his
failed attempts at opening the egg had left a thick, opaque layer of suds
on the surface of the pool. Nevertheless, he maneuvered the egg in front of
his crotch, just in case.

"Blimey, Cedric", Harry sputtered nervously, "You scared the shit out of
me! I didn't hear you come in."

And what was Cedric wearing? Was he naked under the suds as well?
Everything below his broad shoulders was submerged.

"Sorry", Cedric said, smirking, "I just wanted to see how you were doing
with the egg."

"Well, uh, I'm still working on it", Harry said, with a hint of
embarrassment. From his grin, Harry could tell that Cedric knew that he
hadn't figured out the egg's secret, and that this delighted him.

"You did bring it, didn't you? Where is it?"

Before Harry could reply, Cedric had lifted his wand, and, drew it an arc
across the water's surface.

"Tergeo"

Immediately, the water was cleared of the multi-coloured soap bubbles,
leaving Harry fully exposed, save the egg covering his crotch. Harry saw
Cedric give another little smirk. He couldn't shake the feeling that he was
being toyed with.

"Ah, there it is", Cedric said, staring pointedly in the direction of the
egg.

Harry surreptitiously looked back at Cedric. He wasn't naked, it turned
out, but was wearing just a pair of white boxer briefs that were doing
little to hide his hefty package. Harry shared a dormitory with several
other boys, so he was used to seeing naked guys, but Cedric was three years
older than Harry and his bunkmates, and his body was more developed than
any he had seen up close before.

Seeing Cedric's thickly muscled body made Harry a little jealous. Harry's
body was nicely toned, but Cedric clearly had him beat in every
department. As for the package that Cedric's light-brown treasure trail was
pointing to, it was definitely bigger than any Harry had ever spotted. "I
guess it's true what they say about Hufflepuffs", Harry thought to himself.

"So you haven't figured it out yet? I thought my hint would be a giveaway."

As Cedric spoke, he lazily moved in circles around Harry. Harry tried to
spin around in tandem with him, maneuvering the egg to avoid exposing
himself.

Harry thought he could see where Cedric was heading with this. Was he
really going to make it so easy for him? "Well, you could give me another
hint."

"Harry, you're leading the standings in the tournament, and I've already
helped you by giving you one hint. I'm not sure it would be in my best
interest to help you out anymore. Not without getting anything in return."

So this was what it was about. Harry sighed. "What is it you want?".

"Have you heard of an unbreakable vow?" Cedric asked, arching an eyebrow.

"No." This sounded ominous.

"Well it's a wizarding vow that can't be broken. You vow to do whatever I
want for the rest of the night, and I'll tell you how to hatch that egg of
yours."

"What do you mean it can't be broken? What would happen if I tried?"

"You die", Cedric said impassively.

"Merlin's Beard! How can I promise that? What if you ask me to cast an
unforgivable curse or something?"

Cedric smirked. "Harry, don't embarrass yourself. No wizard under the age
of 40 says 'Merlin's Beard'."

Harry's attempts to integrate into wizarding society, and adapt their slang
had not been going very well. Wizard swears in particular were tricky.

"Anyways", Cedric continued, "let's say you have to do whatever I say, but
nothing illegal and nothing that could put you in harm. Deal?"

"Why don't you just tell me what it is you want me to do?" Harry asked,
frowning.

"Not as fun."

Cedric had a playful yet predatory look in his eyes. Harry was
worried. Scenarios raced through his head. What might Cedric make him to do
to embarrass himself? Write a love note to Draco Malfoy? Run naked into
McGonagall's bedroom? Maybe he had some plan to make Harry do something
tonight that would sabotage his standings in the tournament.

Then he imagined what it would be like to be the only one unprepared for
the second task. What could be more embarrassing than that? Gryffindor was
relying on him. Surely he had to do everything in his power to better his
chances at the cup.

Harry exhaled loudly. "Fine, how do we do this?".

"Give me your arm."

Harry extended his right arm to Cedric, awkwardly trying to still cover
himself with the egg using his left arm. Cedric grasped his wrist and Harry
did the same.

"When I'm done, you say 'I will'" Cedric began. "Will you, Harry Potter, do
the bidding of me, Cedric Diggory, for the rest of the night, so long as it
does not imperil the safety of your or anyone else and so long as it does
not contravene wizard law?"

Cedric did some elaborate wand movements with his other arm, and muttered
some odd-sounding incantations. Of course, this wasn't how an unbreakable
vow was performed. To seal a true bond required a third person, a
bonder. Harry's vow would be meaningless. Of course Cedric knew that,
stupid muggle-born that he was, Harry wouldn't know any better.

Harry bit his lip. "I will"

When the words left Harry's mouth, Cedric grinned, and tightened his
circles around Harry. He insinuated himself behind Harry, and leaned in,
whispering.

"A night with the famous Harry Potter". His hands were on Harry's shoulders
now, and his lips almost brushed against Harry's earlobe. "What shall we
do?"

This was a turn of events that Harry hadn't imagined. He was
speechless. Motionless. Was this a joke? He would just have to wait and see
where this was going.

Cedric backed off. Harry was flooded with relief. Cedric was checking his
watch. "Well, it's 10:30, Potter. I suppose that means I've just got 90
minutes before you're a free man, I better make the most of them.

Without warning, Cedric was back on Harry, but this time his intentions
were unmistakable. Cedric's body was pressed firmly against Harry's, his
firm bulge pressed against Harry's exposed ass. Cedric ground against Harry
as his hands probed his body. Once again, he leaned in close to Harry's
face, this time, nibbling his earlobe as he spoke. "It's your turn... to be
humiliated... Potter..."

Was this really happening? Was Cedric really so bitter about being upstaged
in the Triwizard Tournament that he would seek revenge by... what exactly?
Where was this leading? Harry just stood stock still, not knowing how to
react. The bulge pressed against Harry's backside was definitely growing.

Cedric continued to growl into Harry's ear. "Tell me how much you want
this, Potter". Harry could feel that Cedric had pulled down his shorts and
was rubbing his now-engorged cock up and down Harry's crack.

Harry wasn't sure what to say. Was that an order? If it was, he had to do
as he was told. "I really want it", he mumbled unconvincingly.

"Not good enough" Cedric growled. "Make me believe you, Potter"

"I really want your cock, Cedric". Harry was more embarrassed than he had
ever been in his life. This was probably the most ridiculous thing that had
ever left his lips.

Clearly Cedric thought so too, as he burst into laughter. He shoved Harry
away, kicked off his shorts completely, and swam to the edge of the pool,
where he climbed up onto the rim and sat with his legs dangling in the
water.

Harry spun around. For the first time, he had the full view of Cedric's
exposed kit. It was terrifying - more so, perhaps, than the Hungarian
Horntail he had encountered two months previous. His cock had to be at
least eight inches long, and thick too. Cedric just grinned as he caught
Harry staring at it.

"Time is ticking, Potter. Get your arse over here." he barked
jovially. Harry complied. He felt dwarfed standing in the pool, with Cedric
and his massive member towering over him. "Suck it."

Harry had never sucked a guy off before. He had never done anything sexual
with anyone. In fact, he only started masturbating the year previous, and
when he did, this certainly wasn't what he was imagining. There wasn't much
pornography to be had at Hogwarts, but he had at least overheard enough
bawdy conversations in the Gryffindor common room to understand what was
required of him.

He gripped the massive cock in his hand. His face burned, but he didn't
want to give Cedric the satisfaction of knowing how humiliated he felt, so
he tried to set about his task without showing any signs of hesitation.

He put the head in his mouth. The taste was... musty? It was certainly
nothing that any Bertie Bott's Every Flavour Bean had prepared him for. It
wasn't totally unpleasant though.

"Use your tongue, Potter"

He extended his tongue, probing Cedric's generous foreskin, and licking
around the head. Cedric let out a moan, and Harry felt his cock throb.

Harry himself didn't produce much precum, but Cedric obviously did. He felt
the salty goo coat his tongue. Cedric gripped his cock and pulled it out of
Harry's mouth. Then he made a show of rubbing the still-precum-dripping
head across Harry's lips, and around his face, leaving a gleaming trail
wherever it passed. Harry winced a bit, involuntarily.

Cedric grabbed Harry by his wet hair and forced him back to sucking on the
throbbing cock. He pushed against Harry's head, not entirely gently, urging
him to go deeper. "Mmmm, take it, Potter."

Harry gagged. He knew he would never be able to take the entire thing in
his mouth, but he engulfed as much as he could, bobbing up and down. "Think
of the cup", he thought to himself. "Don't think about this. Think about
yourself holding the cup, standing over Cedric on the podium."

"Potter, did I say you could close your eyes? I want you looking at me
while you service me."

Harry grumbled his assent, looking up into Cedric's grey eyes as he
continued working over his dick. When he felt his jaw getting sore, he
stopped bobbing on it, and instead peeled the foreskin back and licked the
head. Judging from the moans coming at him from above, this was something
Cedric enjoyed.

"Mm, shit Potter, you're better at that than Cho."

This was obviously a clever calculation on Cedric's part. If his goal was
to humiliate Harry, it was just the right thing to say. Cho Chang had been
Harry's crush since first year, and just when he had mustered the courage
to ask her to the Yule ball last month, he had learned that she was already
going with Cedric.

Of course, Cedric and Cho hadn't done much more than hold hands. In fact,
the only reason Cedric had asked Cho out was because he knew that Harry
fancied her. This plan for revenge had been well thought out, and his
master stroke was going better than he had imagined.

Harry's insides burned. The thought of Cedric and Cho having sex filled
Harry with mutinous rage. He wanted to hex Cedric, or just punch him in the
face. If what Cedric had said was true though, he obviously couldn't risk
doing anything against his orders. He continued licking desultorily.

"Well, no offense, Potter, but I'm getting a bit bored. Let's try something
else. Get up here."

Harry climbed up out of the pool, trying not to show any of the dread he
felt in his face.

"Lie on your back, Potter." Harry did as he was told, feeling helpless.

Kneeling, Cedric loomed over Harry. "Lubrico", he mutter, pointing his wand
at his still-rigid cock. "Well I supposed that spoils what's coming next,
doesn't it?"

Cedric lifted Harry's legs, and positioned the now-slick head of his cock
at Harry's arsehole. He applied increasing pressure until finally the
engorged head slipped in. Harry could barely contain a scream of pain. He
had never had anything inserted in there, and Cedric's enormous dick
probably wasn't a good warm-up.

"Shit potter, you are tight."

Trying to contain his squeals of discomfort, Harry asked "Isn't there some
charm you can use to... loosen me up?"

"Yes", he said, smirking.

Of course he wouldn't use a spell like that even if he knew it, thought
Harry. Why had he even bothered to ask?

Cedric pushed further into Harry, clearly enjoying the procession of
squeals, groans, and other assorted sounds emitting from Harry's
mouth. Finally, he was all the way in. He could see the beginning of tears
forming in Harry's eyes. So this was all that the "boy who lived" amounted
to. He wanted to keep this image of Harry in his mind forever.

He leaned in close, whispering the most vile, obscene things he could think
of into Harry's ear, as he slowly bucked his hips. But as he fucked him
with more and more fervor, Cedric noticed something he hadn't expected. Was
it just his imagination? Or was Harry's dick hardening? He thrusted a few
more times. No, it was definitely happening. Harry was almost at full
mast. This was too good.

"I can see you're enjoying this, Potter", he said, grinning.

He was right. Once Harry got past the pain of admitting Cedric's giant cock
into his body, he found that, as much as he hated the idea, he was somehow
enjoying the experience. At least his body was. He tried to think of the
least arousing things possible. Hagrid naked. Snape naked. Hagrid and Snape
naked together. A three-way between Hagrid, Snape, and Madame Maxime. None
of it worked.

Surely it was just a physical reaction though. Cedric was just stimulating
some parts of his body, which were eliciting pleasure. It couldn't possibly
be that he was starting to enjoy this treatment at the hands of Cedric,
could it? If he were attracted to guys, he could certainly do worse than
Cedric... but he wasn't, was he?

Cedric brought him out of his thoughts. "Say my name, Potter."

This would all be over soon, Harry told himself. "Cedric... Cedric...",
Harry moaned the name softly.

Cedric smiled, as he pounded Harry's ass. "Louder, Potter!"

"Cedric... Cedric..." Harry raised his voice.

"Louder!"

Now Harry was literally screaming Cedric's name. He prayed that no-one
would walk past their corridor. Anyone on this floor at all would probably
hear him, he thought to himself.

As he laid there, looking up into Cedric's eyes as he thrusted
energetically into him, he felt the unthinkable. There was a tingling at
the base of his now fully-hard cock. Was he really close to cumming? He
couldn't let himself do that. It would give Cedric too much satisfaction.

He closed his eyes and looked away, trying to think of anything else.

"What did I say before, Potter?", Cedric said menacingly. He grasped
Harry's chin and made him face toward Cedric. "Look at me"

Harry did as he was told, looking into Cedric's eyes, continuing to moan
his name. It was inescapable now.

"Cedric! Oh, Cedric! Ohhhh Cedric!", and it happened. He felt ribbons of
his cum splatter across his stomach and chest.

For once Cedric was speechless. He just grinned more widely than he had all
night, and continued to thrust. Harry could tell from the sounds he was
making, and from the look in his eyes that he was close. His estimation was
correct. Before long, Cedric pulled out of Harry's asshole, and climbed
astride Harry's chest.

"So this is the final humiliation", Harry thought. "This is how he's going
to mark me as his."

Harry was right. With a final groan, Cedric unleashed several ropes of
thick, hot cum on Harry's face, before forcefully shoving his cock in
Harry's mouth, forcing him to take the rest in his mouth. "Swallow it",
Cedric said. He had only a few minutes left, and he certainly wasn't going
to let Harry disrespect him by spitting out his cum.

Obediently, Harry swallowed the warm fluid. Cedric pulled his cock out of
Harry's mouth. "Clean it off", he said. Harry licked off all the cum that
was hanging from Cedric's cock.

And with that, the ordeal was over. Harry just continued lying on the
marble floor. He wasn't sure what to make of what had just happened. He
wasn't sure whether to even believe that it had happened. Was it just a
dream?

Silently, Cedric grabbed one of the towels and wiped the sweat from his
body. He put his clothes back on, and headed for the door. "Open the egg
underwater and listen to it", he said coolly, as he closed the door behind
him.

Harry had never before felt so... used? Taken advantage of? Humiliated?
Aroused? It had been a confusing night.


Comments, criticism, love letters, hatemail, all welcome:
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