Date: Tue, 18 May 2010 06:11:52 -0400
From: Colin <cleraphone@gmail.com>
Subject: Triwizard Rivalry part 2

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

Cedric brushed Harry's wet hair out of his eyes, and beamed down at him
with affection, cradling him in his arms as he regained consciousness.

"Wh-where am I?", Harry spluttered, still coughing up a bit of water.

"You're safe. I rescued you from the bottom of the lake. You were kidnapped
by merpeople, don't you remember?"

"Oh Cedric, thank you. Thank you so much. You're my hero, Cedric."

The rennervation process did tend to make you loopy for a few seconds as
you regained consciousness. Cedric laid harry out on the grass. "Let's just
lie here for a little while, shall we?".

"Yes, I'd like that". Harry edged up against Cedric a bit closer.

"Listen Harry, there's something I'd like to tell you."

"No, let me go first, I've got something very important to say". Harry
leaned in even closer to Cedric, and whispered in his ear, "The
crumple-horned snorcacks are coming."

"Wha-"

Before Cedric could reply, a vast herd of giant beasts appeared out of
nowhere -- they looked like bears, except that their fur was pink, they
were the size of minivans, and each had a distinctly phallic horn atop its
head. The herd began to stampede towards the two boys. They were just
seconds from being trampled.

Cedric woke up with a start, kicking against his sheets
involuntarily. "These fucking dreams", he thought to himself. He had been
having dreams like this about himself and Harry ever since that night in
the prefects' washroom. They had become especially strange after the second
task of the Triwizard Tournament.

Was he getting soft? No, of course not. Cedric put little stock in
oneiromancy, and he had no interest in what Sibyll Trelawney might say
about his Potter-riddled dreams.

It was too early. None of the other Hufflepuff boys in Cedric's dormitory
were up. Cedric didn't feel like going back to sleep though. Cedric took
the opportunity to go to the Prefects' bathroom for a long bath, as he had
been doing often over the last few weeks. After getting clean and
perfunctorily jerking off, he threw his robes back on and went down to the
great hall for breakfast.

The hall was only about half-full when he arrived. He glanced at the
Gryffindor table, frowning. Harry wasn't there yet. After finishing his
meal, he walked back to the Hufflepuff common room, passing the Granger
girl on the way. Cedric recognized her as the girl that Krum had taken to
the Yule ball and rescued in the second task. What was she doing so far
from the Gryffindor common rooms?

She clumsily bumped into Cedric as she passed by. "Oops, sorry Cedric", she
squeaked. Cedric just grunted and gave her a weak smile.

When he got back to the common room, he reached into the pocket of his
robes. As he had suspected, the Granger girl had slipped a note to him. He
really hoped that this wouldn't be a love letter -- bushy hair did nothing
for him.

He unfurled it:

Cedric, I need to talk to you. Meet me at the astronomy tower at midnight
tonight. Come alone.  Yours, Harry

Cedric snorted. This was surely a trap, right? Potter was surely seeking
revenge. Or was the earnestness of the note genuine? No, it couldn't be. He
would still show up -- he wasn't done with Potter yet -- but he would be
prepared.

***

Cedric paced back and forth, at the top of the astronomy tower. He had
arrived half an hour early, just to be safe. He had swept the area with
dark detectors, and had found no traces of any magical booby traps.

Cedric's mind had been wandering all day, imagining what Harry was
planning. If he was just planning to hex him, he was prepared. Cedric was
one of the most skilled duelists at Hogwarts, and was prepared for any
number of spells Potter might try.

Or maybe Harry was planning to blackmail him for what he had done in the
prefects' bathroom. But what could he prove about what had happened?
Besides, he couldn't tell anyone about what had happened without admitting
that he had cheated by getting outside help on the second task.

Cedric saw a bright flash of light from the stairway leading up to the
tower. He had drawn a line halfway up the stairway --a sort of magical
tripwire-- that would set off a blinding flash of light when someone
crossed it, so that Harry's arrival wouldn't catch him by surprise.

He gripped his wand tightly in his hand, staring intently at where Harry
would be arriving. Finally Harry's mop of untidy hair rose above the
threshold. "Hey Ced-"

"Protego!"

Cedric's vigilance had gotten the better of him. Why was he so nervous?

"Er, sorry Harry. I didn't recognize you. And it sounded like someone was
saying, uh.. 'Serpensortia'", he said, inventing wildly. "Finite
incantatem"

The large translucent shield Cedric had conjured disappeared. Harry just
smiled as he approached Cedric. Cedric was still visibly paranoid, gripping
his wand, and watching Harry carefully.

"Listen Cedric, I just wanted to talk. No funny business."

Cedric was still on edge, but he tried to calm himself. Harry was obviously
empty-handed, having stashed his wand in his robes. What threat did he
pose? Maybe this was just a distraction, and the Granger girl was about to
pop out any moment now and curse him... But if Harry had brought anyone
with him, he would have seen two flashes of light go off...

"I'm listening", Cedric said. He looked a bit more at ease.

Harry went on. "I've been thinking a lot about... you know, that night."
Cedric could see that Harry was blushing a bit. Harry's body language was
timid, and boyish. Cedric could feel that he was gaining the upper hand.

He smiled. "Which night is that?"

"Y'know... in the prefects' bathroom." Harry was almost whispering
now. Cedric had to move in closer to hear him.

"Oh? What about it?"

Harry gently put a hand on Cedric's chest. He had to stretch on his
tip-toes to be able to whisper in his ear. "This is embarrassing to say..."

Cedric grinned again, baring his teeth like a hungry carnivore. He knew
what was coming. It was almost too good to be true.

Harry went on, "but I had to tell you..."

After this, Cedric felt three things happen in incredibly quick
succession. First, he felt something hard jab into his abdomen. Next, he
heard Harry raise his voice to a hiss: "petrificus totalus". Finally, he
felt an intense chill spread from his navel, felt it tauten each of his
muscles in turn, working its way towards his extremities. In a few seconds,
he was completely immobile. He tipped forward. If Harry hadn't caught him
in his arms, he surely would have broken his nose.

"You didn't think it would be that easy, did you, Ced?"

Of course, even if he had thought of a witty retort, the curse had rendered
him mute, all the muscles in his tongue tensed in place. Just managing to
narrow his eyes in hatred at Harry was a labour for him.

"I can call you Ced, can't I? Or maybe I'll just call you my toy, since
that's what you are tonight. My own personal little Hogwarts champion
action figure"

Harry was clearly enjoying taking on this new, taunting, self-assured
persona. He was almost a caricature of Cedric, and his own gloating.

"But I would like my doll to be able to stand up on its own." Harry propped
Cedric up and tapped him with his wand, "Stabilis. There, that should put
your centre of gravity somewhere low enough that you don't have to worry
about toppling over."

"Now, if you're not comfortable, do tell me, okay?"

Cedric was unamused.

"Well, it's true. I have been thinking about that night in the prefects'
washroom. And I've been wondering: why did you do it? Was it really just to
humiliate me? To get revenge on me for stealing your thunder? Maybe, but I
don't think so. In fact, I think your macho act is all fake. I think you're
as straight as Snape's nose. And I'd like to test that hypothesis."

"What the fuck is he going to do?", Cedric wondered with dread. He couldn't
believe he was so stupid as to let his guard down--couldn't believe that he
had let his eyes lose track of Harry's wand hand.

Harry pulled his robes over his head, and threw them off. "If I'm right,
you'll _love_ this", he said, imitating Cedric's trademark
smirk. Underneath he was wearing just an undershirt and his customary
briefs.

He started peeling his shirt off, doing a little twirl in front of Cedric's
eyes. "Well, do you like what you see, Cedric?"

He pulled his undershirt off, exposing his slim, taut chest, his cute
little nipples. Harry could already see Cedric's robes tenting a little
bit.

Harry turned around, showing off his fantastic little bubble butt. He gave
it a slap. "I bet you'd like some more of this, huh?" He slipped the band
of his briefs halfway down, showing the crests of his perfectly-molded
asscheeks.

He turned around and saw that there was now an enormous tent showing in
Cedric's robes. "Cedric! You really do have a thing for me, don't you? I
didn't even need to touch you, and you're as hard as a rock. That's the
funny thing about the full-body-bind curse, your muscles become totally
useless, but it doesn't have any effect on your blood circulation."

Harry pointed his wand at Cedric. "Deshabillio!". Cedric's robes whipped
off of him. Since he couldn't move a muscle, the only way his underwear was
able to free itself from his body was by ripping to shreds. There were
tatters scattered all over the tower's interior.

Once again, Harry beheld Cedric's magnificent cock. The uncut monster was
throbbing, standing at full attention, just as it had been that night at
the prefects' bathroom. This time though, it would be Harry who would
dictate the terms.

Harry stood right in front of Cedric, and reached his hand down to stroke
the underside of his member, ever-so-lightly with his fingertips. Of
course, Cedric couldn't say anything in response, but Harry could tell by
his ragged breathing that he was getting the reaction he wanted.

"Oh Cedric, you're really into this aren't you? That stuff about Cho was
bullshit, wasn't it? I bet you two never got past first base."

Harry moved his hand away from Cedric's cock, instead tracing his
fingertips lightly all over Cedric's body. He really had been right about
Cedric being his toy. He was like a perfectly immobile Ken doll, that Harry
could do whatever he wanted to. Harry enjoyed feeling the tautness of
Cedric's muscles as he explored with his hand. The tensing effect of the
curse gave Cedric the appearance of being even more muscular and full of
vitality.

Harry's hand returned to Cedric's cock, his fingertip slipping under
Cedric's generous foreskin. Just as before, he was dripping an admirable
amount of precum. Harry scooped some of it out and brought it up to
Cedric's lips, slipping his finger between them.

"It's not all that bad, is it Cedric?"

Cedric was livid. He hated this, this lack of control.

"Oh, I'm sorry, that was mean. I'm really not like you. I'm not trying to
make you humiliated."

Harry got down on his knees. "But I am going to make you suffer."

He peeled back Cedric's foreskin. His tongue flitted out, just barely
making contact with the huge, swollen head of Cedric's cock. Harry heard
Cedric's breathing suddenly pick up again. This would be fun.

He continue letting his tongue lightly brush against Cedric's cock head,
not in any rush at all. He licked at random intervals so that Cedric never
knew how long he would have to last until the next moment of ecstasy.

Cedric knew that Harry was succeeding. This was agony for him. He wanted to
take control. He wanted to grab Harry's mop of hair, and fuck his cute
little face mercilessly. He wanted to make Harry deepthroat him again. He
wanted to slap Harry's eager face with his dick, and make him beg for
it. Instead, it was Cedric who felt like begging. But what could he do? He
was completely subject to Harry's whims.

Soon, Harry was gently kissing up and down Cedric's shaft, once again going
at an excrutiatingly slow pace. Next, just for fun, he took Cedric's balls
in his mouth, stimulating them gently with his tongue.

Harry stood up, so that he was eye to eye with Cedric. "Well, are you
enjoying yourself?" Cedric just glared back, as best he could. "No? Oh,
well, would you like me to be a bit more aggressive?"

Cedric couldn't nod, but he opened his eyes wide and made the closest sound
to a "yes" that his vocal apparatus could.

"Well why didn't you say so?"

Harry got back down on his knees, and began jerking Cedric off with one
hand, rolling the foreskin of his giant dick over the head. As he did this,
he lapped vigorously at the head with his tongue, slurping obscenely. After
how witholding Harry had been before, Cedric now felt more pleasure coming
from his dick than he ever felt possible. Harry heard a low, contented
groaning coming from Cedric. His dick was starting to spasm, and Harry
could tell he was on the verge of an orgasm.

Instantly, Harry let go and removed his mouth from Cedric's dick. "Well, it
doesn't seem like you were enjoying that. Such a shame, I was really doing
my best."

Cedric barely stifled a whimper of frustration.

Harry got back up to his feet. "Maybe we should try something else?"

Harry slowly pulled down his briefs, exposing his beautiful ass and boyish
dick inch by inch. Again, he spun around, showing off his ass. "I seem to
recall you enjoyed this." He grabbed Cedric's cock and lightly rubbed it
between his cheeks. Cedric moaned. Just to keep Cedric frustrated, Harry
continued this exercise for a few minutes longer, pushing back against the
still rock-hard cock, which was now slick with pre-cum.

Finally, Harry pushed back hard enough that the head slipped in to his
not-quite-virgin hole. Cedric gasped.

The last time they had been together, Harry's first sexual encounter,
Cedric had fucked him wild abandon, roughly shoving it in all the way,
enjoying Harry's mingled moans of pain and pleasure. This time though,
Harry knew it would be different.

Harry spent several minutes without going any further. Harry just wiggled
his ass a little bit, teasing Cedric, flexing his ass around Cedric's cock.

Cedric wasn't sure if he had ever wanted anything more than he wanted right
now to fuck Potter senseless. He resented the uselessness of his arms, his
hips, his tongue. He wanted to grab Harry, thrust into him wildly, and all
the while tell him what a little slut he was. But all he could do was stand
there, and watch as Harry played with him.

His toy metaphor had been so right, Harry thought idly. Except now he was
more than just an action figure - he was a life-sized sex toy, for Harry to
use for his pleasure.

After what seemed like an eternity, Harry pushed back a bit further, still
teasing Cedric with little movements of his body, little twists of his
hips, flexing his ass. And then another half-inch. And then another. Cedric
just kept groaning. He had just missed his third near-orgasm, and he could
feel that he was developing the worst case of blue balls of his life.

For his part, Harry was having a great time. He had been jerking off
liberally, ever since impaling himself on Cedric's knob, and knew that he
could cum any moment now. He knew he had to wait just a little while longer
though.

Finally, after another several minutes, Harry had engulfed every inch of
Cedric's giant cock inside of him. He reached behind himself to Cedric, and
carressed his body as he spoke. "Now, do you want me to ride you like a
bull?"

Cedric groaned loudly, almost a scream.

"Mmm, yeah, I think we're both going to enjoy this. I've been craving a
good fucking ever since that night in the prefects' bathroom. I want to
feel your hard cock ramming in and out of me, I want you to fill me up with
your hot sticky juice." Harry said in the sultriest voice he could muster.

Even though Cedric couldn't control his muscles, Harry could feel that his
body was almost quivering with anticipation.

Harry gave his cock two quick pumps, and with a moan, sprayed a load all
over the cold stone floor.

Harry got off of Cedric's cock. Cheerily he apologized "Sorry about that,
looks like I'm done. I guess we'll have to finish this some other day?"

Cedric's eyes were burning with hatred, Harry could tell.

"Well I'm going to head to bed. That body-bind curse should wear off in, oh
I don't know, no more than 3 hours I'd say. Until then, just hope no-one
decides they want to do a little late-night stargazing. But hey, at least
if someone does come up, you'll have your little trap to warn you. That'll
give you a minute to come up with an excuse for being naked and petrified
at the top of the astronomy tower with a big erection and a puddle of cum
in front of you."

Harry threw his robes back on and descended the stairs without looking
back. There would be retribution of course, but this had been worth it.

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