Here it is! My evil story in which Cedric Diggory rapes a very feminine Draco Malfoy. Sorry for the delay, things came up and I wasn't able to finish it at my desired time. This is my first attempt ever at a sex scene, much less a slashy one. I'm not too happy with it but I hope you enjoy. Thus I conclude my first fanfic ever!

Oh yeah... I forgot to say this in the first part but I DON'T OWN THESE CHARACTERS NOR DO I OWN THAT BLASTED GOLDEN EGG OR HOGGY HOGGY HOGWARTS. They soley belong to J.K Rowling (who I pray to God never sees this or half of the things we silly people write)... I'm just borrowing them for my sadistic pleasure.

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For as long as Cedric Diggory could remember, he had never felt the urge to harm anyone. Never to cause them physical pain or hurt their emotions. He assumed that he was born without that violent streak that so many people possessed.

So it was as much as a surprise to himself as it was to the trembling boy he now had in his clutches, his face bruised and flushed by Cedric's own hand.

"Did I do this?" He murmured, more to himself than Draco, his tone wondering.. Not regretful. He raised a hand to the blemish on that pearly complexion, running his thumb over it gently before pressing down, noted the soft whimper that escaped the pale boy's swollen lips. He noted the way his eyes squeezed shut, the way more tears escaped, some remaining in small droplets on those delicate eyelashes. He noted also the sign of the boy's arousal, pressing against his upper thigh.

Suddenly, his mind went blank, the only thing that existed was the heat and the moon and the beautiful creature before him and he assaulted the nape of the Slytherin's neck with his mouth. He grazed his teeth up that smooth column, savoring the sound of his prey's sharp intake of breath. When he reached Draco's temple he pressed out his tongue, feeling the rapid pulse beneath the soft skin. It reminded him of a mouse, caught in a python's strong hold. No way to escape.

"Your heart is beating so fast..." he whispered, moving his mouth to kiss the pale forehead, his hot breath pouring over the younger boy's scalp. He tasted the salty sweet of Draco's sweat, hearing his distressed breathing... Noticing for the first time the quiet pleas escaping the youth's lips. Pleas for what?

Cedric placed his hands on those narrow hips, bringing them up slowly, feeling every curve of the lithe body. He thought for a moment how the boy's build wasn't so different from Cho's. Slender, porcelain skin, smooth... the only difference he felt was when he ran his hands over Draco's chest.

"On your knees," he ordered, his tone still soft yet demanding. He took a step back and waited. When the Slytherin didn't obey, but stood there, his eyes pleading... shaking his head slowly.

"On your knees," Cedric repeated harshly, placing his strong hands on those bony shoulders and pushing downwards until Draco's knees hit the floor with a loud thud. Following that was the unmistakable sound of a zipper and Draco shut his eyes tightly.

"Look at me," those hands were back on his face, forcing it to turn upward and stare into the face of his assaulter. The youth's eyes opened slowly, taking in the handsome visage of Cedric Diggory.

The worst part was the slightly kind smile there on those lips, stained with Draco's own blood.

"Suck my cock, Draco," The Hufflepuff said softly, running his fingers through silky white-blonde hair.

Cedric closed his eyes at the wetness of the other boy's tongue, running nervously over the head of his arousal. He let out a growl of frustration after a few moments and thrust suddenly, deep into the throat of his beautiful victim, ignoring the sounds of gagging that followed.

The Hufflepuff leaned his forehead against the cool stone, eyes heavy and gazing down at the ethereal being that was currently giving him an amateur blowjob. Like an angel, he thought once again.

"My angel..." He whispered when he felt the familiar tightening and release of an orgasm.

When Cedric had made sure that Draco had swallowed a good amount, he pulled him up, not releasing his grip on the other boy's hair.

He took a moment to look into that face, pale blue in the rays of moonlight. Tears streamed down that face freely, blood and semen trickled from those full lips. So beautiful.

The youth wasn't as good as he had hoped... He obviously had never gone down on another man before and Cedric's orgasm wasn't as intense as it had been with Cho... but he forgot about that while gazing into that face.

If he ever had any desire to stop himself, to go back to being the usual Cedric Diggory, it vanished instantly when he looked into those cloudy eyes.

His hands flew to the boys trousers, unbuckling and fumbling with the buttons. Soon, the Slytherin stood, pants piled around his feet.

The older boy stepped back for a moment to admire appreciatively how innocent Draco really looked without that damned smirk.

His fingers slipped into the waistband of the boy's white boxers, teasing the navel before plunging beneath the hem. He found the boy's arousal which was considerably smaller than his own and wrapped his slender fingers around it, smiling at the moan which was half pleasure, half shameful despair.

Suddenly his stopped and got to his knees, his fingers moving once again to the elastic waistband. He leaned forward, kissing the small expanse of flesh exposed between the boy under garments and button up shirt.

Slowly, he pulled downwards, marveling at each inch of opalescent skin that was revealed. When the boy's member was revealed to the cool air, Cedric wasted no time in taking it in his mouth. He turned his eyes upward as he continued his ministrations, watching Draco's pained face. He smiled and continued to pull the boxer's downwards to join the trousers forgotten on the floor.

He began to feel youth trembling, near release. That was Cedric's cue to stop and he stood up once more, looking down at the flushed face. Flushed with shame and ecstacy.

Leaning forward, Cedric placed a small kiss on Draco's cheek, moving his hands behind the younger boy's thighs. With a sudden movement and an exclamation from the Slytherin's throat, he lifted him, marveling at the lightness.

"Wrap your legs around my waist," Cedric ordered, his lips moving against the shell of Draco's ear.

The pale boy obliged, shaking with dread and unfulfilled arousal. He felt himself slip down and fastened his arms tightly around the stronger boys neck. This caused an amused chuckle to escape Cedric's lips.

"Ready?" He whispered, and before Draco had any time to think of responding, Cedric thrust upwards.

A pained scream was forced out of the younger boy's throat, muffled as he sobbed into the older boy's robes.

Cedric's eyes were closed tightly, his fingers digging into Draco's soft skin, drawing blood. The sheer heat and pressure was nearly painful as he pushed in and out, barely hearing the strangled cries of pain from the other boy.

This must be Heaven, he thought absently, or Hell.

He pressed Draco harder against the wall and slipped one of his hands in between the two of them, still bucking his hips mericlessly. His fingers wrapped around the arousal that was slick with saliva.

Soon, for the second time that night, Cedric felt his scrotum tightening and he released deep inside his sobbing classmate.

At the same moment, Cedric's hand brought the pale youth to completion, white come on both of their stomachs.

There was a few moments of heavy breathing on Cedric's part, his eyes closed and an exhausted smile on his face. He wrapped his arms tightly around the sobbing boy before letting him down gently, dragging his nails along those smooth thighs.

Draco gave up, he nerves wracked with pain and his muscles too tired to work. He fell limply to his knees, his breath coming in shallow pants.

Cedric zipped up his trousers and kneeled down to place a cruel parody of a chaste kiss on the younger student's forehead before straightening up, cleaning himself quickly with his wand, and leaving the room.

He stopped just outside the door frame, turned and looked at the broken Slytherin, leaning against the wall, silent tears streaming down his face.

"Goodnight, my angel," he whispered, and left, his footsteps fading and then disappearing completely.