Disclaimer: Original characters and stories from Harry Potter canon belongs to the wonderful JK Rowling. Everything else belongs to me.

Warnings: Rated M/Slash/not for underage people/ and definitely not for judgmental people

Never take life too seriously...

No one gets out of it alive anyway...

-A thought from my beta

Endless

Chapter 35: Little Lion

Harry didn't know what to feel exactly when he woke up the next day. The morning cold wrapped itself around the Gryffindor's body, as he tried to wonder and comprehend, and put together everything that happened last night. Last night ended, and so were the hope and the love it brought. What was left was the pain---but there's something else, numbness? Perhaps his fickle mind couldn't even process this sad ending that he couldn't begin to understand as something as ordinary as his feelings. And so the heart does what it could to thrive---while the pain was processed by the mind, his heart seemed to go into hibernation…the only thing it knows how to…and there was numbness.

Harry smiled bitterly. How girly does he sounded? And how bull was it to think of the ending when it was the start of a new day? But it was what he felt…the end. And like a symbol of it, Harry's eyes lingered to where the Hufflepuff was, but the said Hufflepuff was nowhere to be found. Harry smiled sadly at that. Well, that's my cue. Harry thought as he got up and went for his clothes.

Harry was busy packing his things. There was an occasional moment when he would look at the bed or on the door, silently and subconsciously hoping that the Hufflepuff would be there. Telling him everything would be okay. But, it didn't come. So he resorted to packing. What was he thinking? He knew he should stop thinking of Cedric. The bloody bloke is going to get married. In fact, the engagement party was today. Harry ignored the pang that it brought. His heart felt like it had been marred.

"So when do you know, when to stop…er…embarking?"

"Well… I guess, when the reason you embark on the first place was gone"

Like a distant wind, the conversation that took place yesterday softly caressed Harry's memory. His heart is marred and it felt like every part within it was bruising. He wondered how many more his heart could take before it actually give up.

But the truth is, his heart had enough. Is this then a reason to stop? Does one stop "embarking" when the pain becomes too much? Does one stop because he couldn't take it anymore? Safety---to be away from pain and harm---is that his reason why he embarked in the first place. If it is…if to be free from pain was his reason, then he should have stopped since the beginning. But does one stop when the pain becomes unbearable?

Harry gave his head a little shake as he gathered his clothes and packed it safely in his bags. This was not the bloody time to find a reason to stay idiot! Harry berated himself as he continued packing. There was a knock on the door.

"Harry dear are you awake?" it was Grandma Elle's voice.

"Er---yeah. Come in" Harry said as he looked at the opening door, revealing Grandma Elle carrying a tray.

"Oh my, you're packing?" Grandma Elle asked looking shocked.

"Well, yeah…I don't want to extend the burden I brought with you guys so…" Harry said with a half smile.

"Oh shush…We like you here" Grandma Elle said putting the tray down on a side table.

"Smells good, what is it?" Harry smiled looking at the bacon and egg and some hot chocolate.

"Well, breakfast for you. Cedric said he didn't know whether you ate last night and said I should bring you a breakfast" Grandma Elle said with a glint in her eyes that Harry couldn't quite place.

"Well, that was…thank you" Harry said. He felt…Well what the hell he should feel about that? What does someone do, when you mess around with some guy who stole your heart in a stupid bet, then decided to get engage to someone, then on the night clung to you like you were his life, then asked his grandmother to give you breakfast in bed?

"Er---where is he by the way?" Harry said sipping some of that hot chocolate, he doesn't want to be rude, plus, as much as he didn't want to admit it, he wanted to know where the idiot was.

"Oh! Well, he and his father picked up some gifts for Cho and her parents." Grandma Elle admitted but she said it softly, like she feared it would hurt Harry. Well, it did.

"Oh" Harry said nonchalantly as he resumed packing, appetite suddenly gone. "Does…Er---Cedric love Cho?" he asked, masking the hurt while he packed his clothes.

"If I told you No, would you stop packing your sorry arse and do the right thing?" Grandma Elle said bluntly.

Harry blinked once, then twice, "Er, Excuse me?"

"Harry, dear" Grandma Elle sat down on the bed beside the Gryffindor, "everyone wanted happiness, but only few grabbed the chance to have it…to fight for it. You, I see as a fighter, you're bloody Harry Potter for Merlin's sake! But, you're acting a bloody loser. In a game of love or in any game of life, you have to bet every card you have…but no one ever wins without a heart, so my advice to you is to follow it. Wherever it may lead you. Love might be a mistake, but it's worth a shot" Grandma Elle winked and started to walk away. "And oh, to answer your question---No, Cedric isn't in love with Cho"

"Grandma Elle, wait!" Harry shouted all flushed from the realization the Grandma Elle might know something about him and Cedric. "You do know, don't you?"

"Me knows what? Harry dear, I'm just a little old bat" she winked and smiled before walking out the door.

***

Cedric was walking silently through Diagon Alley with his father. They were supposed to be picking up a gift for the Changs---a sort of warming gift before the big finale---which is Cedric proposing to Cho. For a guy in his position, he should be thinking about what to wear, how to act above and beyond what courtesy dictates and impressed Cho's parents. He should be thinking what ring to buy or maybe prepare a few pick-up lines and joke just to lighten the mood between the two families' big day. And he should be thinking about this big day. And yet all his mind was doing was thinking of his green-eyed lion.

What was he doing right now? How was his morning? What does he think when he saw him nowhere? Cedric cringed at the pain he must have caused his green-eyed lion, but what could he do? He nearly lost himself last night---no, he lost himself last night. And like he said last night was enough. Enough to make him go through this day, but to say that he had enough of Harry? Well it would be the biggest form of blasphemy…he could never get enough of him.

The only reason he was pushing this staged play was because he felt like Harry deserved more than him, someone who would take care of him and not cause him pain. From what he could see, Harry has a lot of pain in his life, and Cedric felt like he was only adding up to that. And he would saved Harry from any pain, if he had the power, but he could only do this much.

He would stay away from Harry and pursue this charade that his father planned. He would marry Cho, he would do his duty as the heir of his clan. He would be the good pureblood, that he was molded to be. If only so that Harry would move on and find someone less fucked-up than he was. He would gladly be sad and desperate and a puppet so that Harry could be happy.

Yes. He will put every piece of him in this charade. He would immerse himself in this lie. Everything about him would be his father's puppet…except for one thing that has been long gone. His heart. Because, no matter what he do, it would always belong to his green-eyed lion.

With that resolved, he pushed himself to enter the ring shop that his father so eloquently endorsed as the man in the counter greeted them. "Looking for an engagement ring, I suppose?"

"Yes" he answered mechanically as the man drew a large collection of diamonds for him to choose from.

***

Harry was sitting at the Burrow, or more like, hiding from the world inside Ron's room. Ron and Hermione felt that something was wrong with Harry, but they knew Harry, and in times like this they knew Harry wanted to be with himself.

He was biting his lip and it was almost swollen and bleeding but he didn't care. He was too confused to even think about that. What should he do? Grandma Elle said Cedric wasn't in love with Cho, but what was happening? Why does Cedric agree on marrying her then, surely Grandma Elle must be mistaken?

"So when do you know, when to stop…er…embarking?"

"Well… I guess, when the reason you embark on the first place was gone"

That statement again. It was boggling his stupid mind. What was the reason he embark in all this? What was the reason it was so hard? He looked at the piece of parchment where he wrote Reid's place or whatever it is that the stupid cocky guy wrote in his hand. Should he leave? Maybe he should forget about Cedric, maybe he should move on and let Reid help him with that. Does one let go of a possibility because it becomes too hard? Does one let go of someone, because someone came along? When does one know when to give up?

"…when the reason you embark on the first place was gone"

Damn! This was truly frustrating.

***

Hermione was tapping her foot as she pretended to read something. Merlin! She couldn't believe when Ron told him that Harry went to Cedric's house to spend the entire weekend plus the fact that Ron only remembered to tell her two weeks ago. For heaven's sake, what was fate playing at? She nearly jumped from the cab and told her parents she needed to get to the Burrow in no time.

Which was the reason she was here now, early than what was planned. And now Harry appears two days later since she arrived, and his friend was brooding. The typical Harry Potter defense mechanism, but, the hardest to crack also.

"Would you stop that? It's grating my ears!" Ron complained as she listened to nothing but Hermione's foot tap.

"Oh, yeah? Maybe if you didn't let Harry go, he wouldn't be brooding his arse up there" Hermione started. Ron looked guilty.

"I tried Hermione, but him and mum won't listen" Ron complained.

"Oh whatever Ronald, you get up there and fix this!" Hermione demanded and left, heading to Ginny's room.

***

Harry was contemplating…er…brooding inside Ron's room when there was a knock on the door. The door opened before he could even respond. It was Ron carrying a tray.

"Er…I brought a sandwich" Ron said tentatively, "thought you might be hungry" Ron mumbled.

Harry looked at his friend, shocked. "Since when do you make sandwiches?"

Ron reddened and mumbled something that sounded oddly like there was 'Hermione' in it somewhere.

"Do you want my sandwich or what?" Ron clarified, trying desperately to get out of this uncomfortable situation.

"Well, hand them over" Harry said, he was hungry, it was nearly evening. The sun outside seemed slowly, settling down. He was munching on his sandwich when Ron sat down and started, "Er…you look crap" Ron bit his lip, he surely wasn't good at this.

Harry blinked and laughed, "Took four years for you to figure that out?"

Ron grinned, "Well we always know I'm the good looking one." He joked and then turned to Harry seriously, "What happened man?"

Harry was silent looking at nothing in particular. "Er…I'm so not good at this…I---"

"He's getting married" Harry whispered cutting Ron off. Ron stared at Harry for a moment.

"t-that's…well that's…oh shit!" Ron burst out, "I swear I'm going to kill that bastard" Ron said and Harry smiled. Ron maybe an idiot sometimes, but he has his moments---and his Harry's best friend through and through.

"Thanks man, you don't have to do that" Harry half smiled, "And these are good sandwiches" he mumbled.

"Well, you're in my house. Of course sandwiches are awesome!" Ron muttered, biting his lip and said, "Would you be okay?"

"Well, I don't really know what to do…so I guess yeah, I'll survive" Harry mumbled with his brows furrowed.

"…when the reason you embark on the first place was gone"

The same passages of that stupid prick came again in his mind as he looked into nothingness. What should he do? What?

"Er…you know what Harry?" Ron mumbled, "I think you already know what you need to do"

"Forget the stupid prick and get a move on? Yeah figure that out already" Harry said, it's what people would say in situations like this. Move on. Or get a hold of yourself. Or stop being a sorry ass. Or everybody hurts and it's not the end of the world shit. Well Harry watched a few muggle movies to know this much.

"Well, is that what you want to do?" Ron asked with a brow raised.

"Er…" Harry wanted to say no, but it's the end already. A period. A sentence that cannot be continued because a period was already placed in its end. Instead, Harry just shrugged.

"Well, whatever it is I think you already know what you need to do. And whatever it is, do it." Ron said, "You're an honorary Weasley, and we never care about what if's, we never plan. We just sucked it up and do what needs to be done. Don't take life seriously; no one ever comes out alive anyway."

"So do what you think you need to do, and stop being a bloody-half-broken-arse who eats sandwiches without even knowing I put something in them" and with that Ron left the room grinning mischievously.

"What the!" Harry said as his nose started to bleed like hell, "RON!"

Harry entered the living room of The Burrow carrying a rag that was soaked in blood.

"Oh what in the name of Merlin happened to you?" Hermione asked concerned.

"Nothing" but when he reached the snickering Ron he whacked him in the head.

"What?" Ron complained, "I'm not the one who didn't inspect what he eats?"

"Harry, are you okay?" Hermione asked concern while glaring daggers at Ron who mouthed "What?"

"Yeah…I think" Harry said, "Listen, I need to be somewhere…important."

"Where exactly?" Hermione asked, eyes narrowing while crossing her arms. "You know it's dangerous out there"

"Oh please Hermione, it's always dangerous out there. We can't just stop living because it's dangerous" Ron countered, and this is the reason why Ron is genius in his own way. Blunt and direct but if you'd look at it, he had subtle points. He gave Ron a smile and looked at Hermione. "Well?" Harry also crossed his arms.

"Fine" she said, "But Ronald, you will be the one to tell your mother. And I swear, if anything happened to Harry, it's your head on the line" she snapped and walked away.

"You owe me big time, mate" Ron said and Harry smiled at him before rushing for the door. He knew that whatever he do now, there is no turning back, and this time…he'll do it right.

***

Cedric was sitting in the dining table of Strafford's place. Amos was trying his best to accommodate the Chang's every whim. Lisa was serving dinner while Grandma Elle tends to Talan as the boy ate. Cho was sitting beside Cedric and was clinging to Cedric's arm while pecking his cheeks whenever she can. Cedric just let everything happen; he just nods on the right places, agrees to certain comments and sometimes answer some of the Chang's questions. But inside he couldn't help but be disgusted at the proceedings. It was all a lie, a trap, and he can't get out of it.

"This two love birds will be married soon" Amos said, "They couldn't even get enough of each other"

Cedric resisted to roll his eyes. This wasn't true. He felt like he was in a nightmare. This is not what he wanted---what he wanted was out there, with green eyes and an eternally messy black hair. But no, he cannot have what he wants. It will only hurt Harry if they ever become involved. His life was too planned for the wild and untamed lion---and he can't have his lion caged in this entire lie, in all these complexities. No, he's done hurting him, and he will go through with this.

But it will always be him…

and I can't hurt him anymore…

So instead, he'll do what his father asked of him, he'll get the ring and propose to Cho. For Harry.

***

Harry was running for what seemed like hours but after much wrong turns he found it. He was looking at what appears to be some sort of bar and the music was loud, though the muggles who were passing by either were deaf or refused to hear the loud music. It was then that Harry realized it must be a bar for wizards.

He was about to enter it when someone appears behind him.

"You came" Harry turned around and found Reid wearing a black motorcycle jacket and some tight-fitting pants. He was hot, but Harry wouldn't admit that, Reid didn't need a bigger ego.

"I guess I do" he smiled; before Reid put his arm around him and said, "Well, we'd better get going beautiful" he said then licked Harry's ear playfully. Harry nudged him hard and muttered, "Cocky" as they entered the bar together, with Reid chuckling softly.

Reid introduced him to a couple of friends and Harry greeted them before they walked on a table and sat. Reid ordered them drinks and brought back a color blue liquor of some sort.

"What are those?" he asked.

"Gin Icicle" Reid replied truthfully. As he took a sip of his gin.

"Isn't this…er…illegal?" Harry muttered.

Reid raised his eyebrows, "Well, who did you think I am? I'm not you're bloody parent, nor am I the bloody ministry telling minors not to drink. If you don't want it, don't drink it"

Harry eyed the glass and thought, what the heck, and gulp it in one go.

"Whoa! It isn't meant to be taken that way, are you bloody mental?" Reid looked at the Gryffindor.

"Whatever." Harry said, though his head was becoming fuzzy at the moment. And his body was starting to feel cold.

"Where the hell was your jacket anyway?" Reid asked before standing up and putting his leather jacket on the green-eyed boy.

"I left it at---er---" he was getting dizzy.

"Geez! Ceddiekins, was going to kill me!"

"Don't say his name!" Harry said as he snatched Reid's Gin Icicle and gulp it in one go.

"Hey!" Reid said.

"What is this? I like it" Harry said as his vision started to swirl.

"You're a terrible drunk!" Reid complained as he pulled Harry to a standing position.

"What are you doing? I'm not drunk" Harry whined though he almost lost his balance.

"Stupid! Gin Icicle is like the rival of Fire whisky, you stupid twat!" Reid said, "But like what I said, I'm not the ministry, so instead of taking you home, we're going to dance"

Harry was brought to the dance floor as the music started to play some fast tune and Reid and Harry was easily caught up in the mix. Harry was laughing loudly so as Reid.

"This was fun!" Harry said as he was practically dancing like an idiot.

"Yeah! You looked like it" Reid said as he followed the ball of energy that was Harry.

Harry was banging his head, moving his body like there's no tomorrow when it hit him.

"It's just---, there are times when I am wondering what it would be like to have someone who cared for you, I mean what does it feel to have someone who will stay with you and hold your hand when you're a bit scared, or just wanted some security. I mean, I always look after myself and need to take care of me…I was…well, I was just sort of wondering how nice it would be like to be taken cared of for a change…"

A conversation, so long ago that it amazed him why he remembered it in the first place---The first conversation that he opened up to someone, an outsider at that time, which quickly changed at the course of the months into a complicated hail storm of cat-and-mouse. Then like a movie of some sort, every moment in the past few months came into a rush of images.

Their kiss at the world cup, Cedric bringing him food when he saw Harry didn't eat, Cedric believing him when his name came out of the goblet, Cedric rescuing him when Spencer tried to kiss him at the ball, Cedric holding him possessively when he met Bill, Cedric and him in a passionate position in an icy Hogwarts evening, Cedric at Strafford's place, Cedric holding him, begging him to let him hold him.

Everything came and it always involved Cedric…and he knew what the answer to his question is. Cedric took care of him, Cedric stayed and hug him whenever he felt scared, Cedric giving him security. Cedric took care of him.

"…when the reason you embark on the first place was gone"

But it wasn't gone, it's still there. Amidst the loud music and everyone shouting here and there in the club, it was perfectly clear.

"Harry, are you okay?" Reid asked as he approached the Gryffindor.

"I know why I'm embarking." He said looking at Reid, "and I'm not done embarking yet" he declared before he rushed out of the club leaving a stunned Reid at the dance floor.

***

Harry ran and for the first time he wasn't running from anything. He was running to. He didn't mind the cold or the numbing feeling of it. He wanted to see him. He must see him. No matter how pathetic Cedric think he might be when he appeared at the doorstep of Strafford's place. He was going to demand a minute or two; at least he owed him that.

Harry arrived at Strafford's place with a terrible sore on his limb from running and he was shivering from the cold but he didn't care. He knocked on the door before logic thinks otherwise, and was surprised when Grandma Elle answered the door.

"Oh dear, what are you---" she said before Harry cut him off.

"Cedric" he rushed out, "I need to see Cedric". Grandma Elle smiled sadly, and explained, "Dear Harry, Cedric isn't here"

"But the engagement party…" Harry stopped, what was he doing here? Cedric would be engaged by now. They probably went down to Cho's place. How stupid was he?

"It didn't happen" Grandma Elle said, Harry's brain stopped functioning as he looked at Grandma Elle. It didn't happen, it didn't. So it means Cedric and Cho aren't…

"Where's Cedric?" Harry asked, he needed to see him.

"Oh, my Harry" Grandma Elle hugged the raven-haired boy as she relayed everything that happened. "Cedric refused to propose to Cho, and he and his father had a fight. Cedric went out of the house and we didn't know where he is. Help us, please. I'd never seen Cedric this way. It was the first time he stood up to his father. I-it's, oh Harry, you're the only one he'd listen to. Find him. Please"

***

Where would Cedric go at this hour? Merlin, that stupid, moronic, gorgeous…ok now's not the time. Harry thought as he was riding the night bus. Thankfully Stan Shunpike only remembered him still as Neville, an aftermath of his third year experiences.

But whatever, what is he doing wondering alone at this time? I truly didn't understand a Hufflepuff's thinking. He could get hurt; there are a lot of things out there. Harry's thoughts became morbid as he grew worried of Cedric. Stubborn Prick!

"Where to, Neville?" Stan asked as he tried to asked Harry..er… Neville, where he's headed.

Okay, where would I go when I don't have a home? or Someone to turn to? Harry thought as the Knight Bus swung and as if on cue, the bus stop suddenly on a halt having Harry's face slammed the glass windows. Shit! He cursed inside, but suddenly it hit him. He's in the Knight bus, just like when he was alone on his third year with no one to turn to…and where was headed then. And just like a light bulb engulfing his thick skull, he gave the same answer to Stan, the way he did a year before.

"The Leaky Cauldron" Harry said with a smile, "That's in London"

***

Harry arrived at the Leaky Cauldron, and his heart was hammering like hell. What is he doing here? He asked the caretaker if a certain Cedric Diggory was here and immediately he was given Cedric's room number. Now Harry doubted if he should be here, what if Cedric didn't want to see anyone much less him? What if Cedric needed sometime alone? What if this, what he's doing right now, is wrong? What if? A lot of what if's.

"Love is like a cruise on dangerous sea. You cruise for it and wander around, not knowing if someone or something is waiting for you at the end. But you go anyway, with the hope that the lousy embarking on the bloody waters is bloody worth it. In the end you could end up triumphant finding your gold or a sorry piece of arse, without a bloody piece of vermin left."

Damn! But this didn't feel like a dangerous sea. It felt like a dangerous hell. Harry thought inwardly. And it did. And he is very anxious about what comes in all of this. What he'll find. And if this, all this, is bloody worth it. Alas, a dangerous sea. But you're here. A tiny voice inside Harry said. He gave a slow, unsteady breathe as he closed his eyes and knock on the door. "I guess I am" he mumbled.

***

Cedric was lying inside his room in the Leaky Cauldron, thinking. This was the first time he stood up to his father. And a major standing up, I must say. Said Cedric's thought sarcastically. He was hurt and feeling forsaken. His Father was really angry at him. And he was afraid. It was the emotion his father evoke within him whenever he was talking about their plans. The way it somehow opened a hole in his chest that you couldn't quite place, an emptiness that it brought as you try to figure out every single detail of your emotion. Now it was hitting him full blast.

He wouldn't be surprised if his father disowned him, or if he didn't he's sure his father would think of something to cook up with the Chang's.

He's afraid of losing his family, which probably is the fact now. He's afraid of being disowned, because if you're family cannot accept your choices, who would?

Yes, he's afraid, but right now, he felt…free.

And Freedom is scary. You would know it too if you've been free. But right now he relished the freedom. He is Free.

And he missed Harry…

Cedric was pulled out of his thoughts when someone knocked on the door. Who would bother him at this hour? He was about to go to the door, but decided otherwise, and went back to his bed and retrieve his wand. Well, you can't be too sure. He thought as he went to the door.

***

The door opened and Harry prepared himself as he saw the person he's been longing to see all day…holding a…wand.

"Er…What's that for?" Harry asked, confused for a second.

"Well..I-uh…I" Cedric stammered, "what are you doing out at this hour anyway?" he said but step aside to let Harry in.

"Shouldn't you be with Reid or someone?" Cedric said, and he couldn't shake the little jealousy he had on his voice.

"Reid?" Harry asked wondering why Cedric considered him to be with Reid when he knew very well he was at the Weasley's.

"Or someone" Cedric supplied, trying to hide the fact that he was jealous, or to make an impression that he wasn't singling out Reid.

"Well, I was with him, but I---"

"Oh so why are you here then?" Cedric asked slightly angry and that shocked Harry, before he snapped.

"Because I heard what happened, and how stupid are you really?" Harry started, anxiousness turning into snappish mode and slight annoyance from zero to sixty in a few seconds. "How could you ran away, do you know how late it is? Do you know what's out there at night? It was dangerous! You could've written to me or something! I'm so worried were you're stubbornness will lead you as I try to figure out where you are! You're---"

"Why" Cedric asked cutting Harry off.

"Huh?" Harry asked as Cedric started to close the distance between them looking at Harry with deep pools of gray. "I just told you I'm worried---"

"Why?" Cedric asked again, as he was now inches from his Gryffindor. Merlin, he was amazing. And he missed him so much that he wanted to just…

"I-uh-I" Harry stammered, "Because…" he looked down. "Because I…I can't stand not being with you" he admitted, "a-and I understand if you do not feel the same, I'm about to leave anyway but I---"

Again he was stop again by Cedric now touching his face. "You talk too much" he said, smiling slightly while touching Harry's face with one hand while the other was caressing the Gryffindor's neck.

"I'm sorry" Harry muttered as he was slowly being drowned into those bottomless gray and on Cedric's scent.

"Yes, you talk too much." Cedric said huskily, "but, I want you so much that I don't care" and he put his lips against those lips he'd spend all his time longing.

Cedric groaned at the softness and sweetness of Harry's lips. His Harry. Soon the kiss deepened and it became passionate. Harry's anxiety, Cedric's fear all melted into that moment, and all they see, all they feel, all they hear and smelled was each other. And for the first time in a long time, they both felt- safety, security, but most of all…love.

The kiss grew as Cedric lowered them on the bed. Both break a few seconds to catch some breathe but the longing to be with each other was too much. Cedric's kisses started to go down on the Gryffindor's neck as the said Gryffindor whimpered. Cedric bit at the soft skin but soothes it by lapping at the bite with his tongue. Cedric then returned to devour Harry's mouth, he couldn't get enough of those soft lips against his own. Harry then started to remove Cedric's button up shirt and the shirt underneath, as Cedric do the same. Harry felt like he wasn't close enough, and he longed to be close to Cedric as close as possible.

The two champions gasped at the skin contact as both tried to kiss, nibbled, suck and bite every inch of skin they could think of. But Harry still wasn't satisfied, he wanted more. He flipped them over so that he was on top, devouring every piece of the Hufflepuff he could find. He starts at the neck, then at Cedric's clavicle then his chest, and then soon Harry found Cedric's nipples. Cedric gave a gasp and Harry couldn't help but smile at that as his hands found the other and gave it a pinch as his tongue lapped on the pinkish knob. Cedric shouted. Too much sensation. Harry smiled as his mouth started to go down. He could feel Cedric's monster erection pressing against his thighs and it aroused him so much that he started to unbuckle Cedric's belt.

"Harry" he whimpered as Harry lightly trailed his fingers on that huge length under the fabric. "w—what are you doing?"

"Shh…" Harry whispered as he successfully undid Cedric's pants and underwear. Harry stared Cedric's monster cock. Merlin it was very huge and very thick and it was iron hard. Harry gave it a few stroke as Cedric whimpered.

"Harry…t-this is dangerous" Cedric said whimpering and writhing as Harry touched him with those wicked hands.

"Shh…" Harry whispered again as he looked at Cedric's cock, a mere inches away from his face that his breathe caressing its velvety skin. Cedric was whimpering and unconsciously, his pelvis was moving upward at the bed, seemingly looking for something. Harry then started kissing around that monster, seemingly teasing, but his arousal was too much. Yet, he wanted to please Cedric. Although he was not sure what to do just yet, but he knew it'd come around.

Harry was kissing everywhere, except on that one spot that Cedric wanted his mouth to be onto, soon the sensation was too much and Cedric's sound was wantonly more than a whisper.

"Ha..Harry" Cedric mumbled and Harry knew it was the time as he tentatively licked the head of Cedric's monster cock, before slowly devouring it whole.

"Fuck!" Cedric cursed, and it seems to be the first time Harry heard the Hufflepuff curse and somehow, it turned him on, he decided he wanted to hear it again as he began to lap at this gorgeous cock. Cedric's hand was now on his hair as Cedric tried to push more of him in that sinfully wet mouth. Harry didn't know how that could fit inside him, and he gagged for a few moments before the want to please Cedric overpower him. He took a deep breathe and fit Cedric's entire monster cock inside him, filling his mouth to the hilt. Cedric growled.

"Yeah…L-like that" he gave a husky sound, "Take it all, just like that, baby…Ahh!"

Then Cedric started to move as he thrust inside that wicked mouth, filling Harry with his monster cock. Harry on the other hand was trying his best to accommodate Cedric's length and girth, while trying massaging Cedric's balls.

"Yeah, take it baby…I'm close" Cedric wantonly said while his thrust becomes uneven. "I'm coming" and with a final thrust filling that almost gagged Harry, he pushed his entire length inside that mouth and deposited his essence there. Harry tried to swallow it all but he couldn't, as some of it came down at the side of his lips. Cedric didn't let go of the Gryffindor's head until his last few spurts and then let go. Harry catch a few breathes while Cedric was trying to control his body. He looks at Harry, mouth covered in his essence, and he couldn't help but felt aroused by that. He grabbed the Gryffindor's head and made passionate kiss with those wicked mouth, both moan at the heat at the sensations they were both feeling, before Cedric flip the Gryffindor on the bed so that he was on top, muttering, "My turn"

Cedric looked at his Harry's body, those pale skin and pinkish nipples. That slender physique covered with ivory skin. Harry, not use on being looked at covered himself, while blushing furiously. Cedric gave his lover a tender kiss, "Such beauty should not be hidden from me" before lapping at Harry's neck, ears, going down to his nipples, he bit, suck and bit a harsh bite causing that skin to darken. He'd mark him as his, so that the world would know that Harry was his and his alone. He marked Harry's neck, shoulders and stomach with his mouth, relishing the slight shouts and whispers his younger lover gave off. Harry was making wanton sounds as Cedric's mouth went down until they find what they're looking for. Cedric sucked Harry off, while pinching his nipples and massaging the Gryffindor's balls---making Harry feel vast emotions he hadn't felt before, and soon, his body heat exploded as Cedric lapped onto it, before kissing his lover sharing his essence. As they shared the aftermath of the infinitely, whirling emotions they felt for each other, materialize into this very , they relish each other in a way they've never been. And all is well.

***

The two champions lie there, Harry on Cedric's shoulder while Cedric caressing those soft locks that the Gryffindor have giving off a contented sigh.

"Cedric" Harry started.

"Yes, love?" he asked as he couldn't resist but press a soft kiss on his Gryffindor's shoulder.

"What…what are we doing?" Harry asked.

"What?" Cedric said, confused as he looked at those emerald orbs he loved so much.

"I mean…Why didn't you propose to Cho?" Harry asked, he needed to know. "You like her…and I'm just a bump on the road---a-a bet" Harry muttered, knowing he was destroying the moment, but he needed to know. Whatever happens after this, he needed to come prepared.

"Harry" Cedric said, leaning closer and looking at his Gryffindor. "I am stupid in the first place to enter that bet but I couldn't say I regret it…no let me finish" Cedric muttered when he saw his lion about to interrupt. "I couldn't regret it, because it brought me to you. How could I regret something like that? Merlin, you're stubborn and won't back down, but somehow it draws me in. Every inch of you called me and every inch of me wanted to be called. I couldn't marry Cho, I wouldn't because all fuckin' day and night it was you I wanted. Not her, not anyone. And I couldn't just stand there watching you go. The thought of being with someone other than you is agony while the thought of you having someone other than me is hell. I wanted you. I really, really do." he said looking with passion, wanting to embed everything that he said in his lion's head. Harry just looked into those eyes as he felt something inside him, something warm and fuzzy that he couldn't quite place.

And he believed Cedric.

"Well, I uh…I wanted you too" Harry mumbled. Cedric looked at his Gryffindor, then chuckled, "I have a speech, and all you can give me is an incomprehensible sentence?"

Harry chuckled too, "Well, it isn't my fault you're stupid enough to not understand me, but I' not really a speech person" he declared. "And besides, you're 'speechy' enough for the both of us" he mumbled sleepily as he aligned his body closer to the Hufflepuff who accommodated him delightedly.

And as sleep overpowers him, and as his eyelids started to close, Harry couldn't help but felt significant, and cared for. Here in Cedric's arms, his world is just him and as far as he couldn't believed it, Cedric felt it too. He inched and pulled his body closer as much as both of them could accommodate, enveloping his body in warmth that only Cedric could possess. If Cedric would dispatch him now, he better do it sooner, because he didn't think he could take it if he decided he didn't like Harry another minute from now. But no, he believed Cedric, Cedric wanted him and that made him sigh contentedly as sleep over powered him, but not until Cedric gave of a small chuckle as he kissed his Gryffindor's forehead lovingly and mumbled softly,

"Sleep, My silly little lion"

A/N: I know its been awhile, but I'm doing the best I can...Review?