Eyes on the Prize (Part 2 of 4)
Title: Eyes on the Prize (part two of four)
Author: physixXx
Pairing: Harry/Cedric
Rating: part 1- PG; part 2- PG-13; parts 3&4- R/NC-17
Word Count: part 2 1660
Warnings: Some mild language and sexual content.
Disclaimer: Harry Potter belongs to JK Rowling, etc.
Dare: se_spotwood’s Cedric/Harry dare.
EYES ON THE PRIZE
(part, the second)
The first task had come and gone; the Yule Ball, long-since past.
Suddenly, the school seemed to be split in two. Most supported Cedric; however, there were others who began to root for Harry. Of course, Draco managed to convince all of the Slytherins to cheer for Cedric. “At least he’s of good stock,” Draco would argue, “for a Hufflepuff, at least.” Anything was better than cheering for Potter, after all.
It was a cold night. Draco waited until he heard the combined snores - roars more like it - of his eternal shadows: Crabbe and Goyle. He slipped out of his four-poster, slowly and quietly gathering his winter jacket. Hogwarts tended to be colder than should be allowed, especially at night. And he was going up to the Astronomy Tower, which would be even worse. He crept to the door, placing a hand on the flat of the door and the other on the knob. He pulled, slightly, wincing at just how loud the ‘click’ was. Crabbe stirred, but didn’t wake. Draco slipped out of the room and through the common room before exiting the dungeon altogether.
“Lumos,” he whispered, and cupped the tip of his now-lit wand to prevent too much light from escaping. The portraits, after all, hated being awakened by wandering students. He walked up the stairs, careful to be as graceful as possible, and made his way towards the front entrance. From there, he thought, he’d take the far stairwell (unused by most men and beast) up to the Tower by the back route.
As he passed a room, the door swung open and a hand grabbed the lapel of his silk pajama shirt. Draco almost dropped his wand as he was yanked inside. He was disoriented as he was swung around pressed hard against the wall. Before he could mutter his objections, a tongue had invaded his mouth and cold slight hands opened his jacket. The kiss was wet and sloppy, and slightly rough. Draco’s eyes bulged. He reached out, grabbed the shoulders of his assailant and pushed him back.
“What the f--”
But before the explicative could escape his mouth, a hand cupped over it.
“Be still,” he heard, “be silent.”
Colin Creevy leaned back into him and whispered, “Moody…”
Indeed, the thud “klunk” of Moody’s peg-legged gait could be heard coming closer and closer; louder and louder. Draco began to squirm, but Colin leaned in harder, edging his knee between Draco’s legs and rubbing against his crotch. When did Colin get so strong? His hot breath tickled the hairs on Draco’s neck. Draco could feel Colin’s heart beating against his own chest. Draco reached out and grabbed Colin’s waist. Colin gasped.
The ‘klunking’ ceased, suddenly.
Draco stopped breathing. Colin looked up at him, smiled, and then cupped his hand along the front of Draco’s pants, whispering “Glad to see me, then?”
Before Draco could answer, the sound of inhuman screeching filled the hallways like a thousand fingernails dragged across the chalkboard. Draco winced. Colin leaned in harder against him. What, Draco wondered, does he think I’m going to run away? Colin eased up once he heard Moody limp away, obviously to check on the origins of the sound.
A moment later, Draco had pushed Colin away from him.
“Hands off, Creevy. What do you mean by it?!” Draco began smoothing out his silk pajamas.
Colin gave him a mock-hurt look, pouting his lips and bowing his head; his brown nipples standing pointedly on his flat, shirtless chest.
“And don’t look at me with those puppy eyes of yours,” Draco continued. “I kick puppies.”
Colin’s pajama pants hung low along his narrow hips. Young though he was, Draco could see a faint trail of blond hair collecting from his bellybutton down to the waist of his pant. Colin hadn’t grown out of his baby fat, quite yet. His stomach looked soft to the touch. Draco entertained the notion of giving him a raspberry - but that was beneath him.
Colin’s eyes were bigger than should be allowed on a boy, like some horribly beautiful Japanese manga character. And, despite himself, Draco almost couldn’t stop a grin from playing across his face.
“Aww, did I hurt you, dragon?”
“Don’t call me that.”
Colin was on him again, grabbing at his shoulders and attaching himself to Draco’s neck. His expert kissings and gentle sucking made Draco’s eyes start to roll in the back of his head. He was obviously trying to say something, but he couldn’t catch his breath. Where did Colin Creevy learn that?
Draco managed to gather strength enough to push Colin away again, huffing with an indignity he couldn’t truly say he honestly felt.
Colin’s eyes narrowed; he was not amused. “That’s the thanks I get, then?”
“You were supposed to meet me in the Astronomy Tower.”
“Filch is roaming about; so is Moody. I think he knows people snog up in the Tower. I jumped in here just before seeing Moody go that way. Figured I'd stop you before you were caught.”
Silence.
“You're welcomed,” Colin added sarcastically.
Draco raised an eyebrow, “You're welcome for the kiss.”
“You liked it and you know it.”
“If I didn’t like it, biscuit, I wouldn’t be meeting you in the Astronomy Tower.”
Colin bowed his head, pouting “Don’t call me 'biscuit',” he muttered, but it was little more than a whisper.
Draco Malfoy loved it when Colin pouted. He wondered if his brother Nigel kissed the same way. Draco chuckled at the thought. Maybe I can make a habit of collecting brothers? The Weasley twins aren’t half bad…
Colin stuck his head out of the room, peering both ways down the hall. “It looks like its all clear,” he whispered, then stepped out of the room. Draco followed, his eyes darting down Colin’s backside.
Colin had the kind of ass that would fit snuggly in a large wine class; high and tight. In his cotton pajamas, his arse seemed to jump and twitch and … flex??? Were those dimples on the sides of his cheeks? And what of Colin’s back? It was lithe and smooth, like polished ivory; the perfect back for a boy. Draco couldn’t help but stare as he followed him down the hall. Between Colin’s back and arse, Draco could almost forgive Colin’s annoyingly constant jubilation.
As they turned a corner and made their way towards the stairwell leading to the Tower, Colin managed to knock into the cabinet of old Divination and Astronomy awards. Draco grimaced and looked up as Colin tried desperately to stop the cabinet from rocking. The noise seemed to be amplified by every reverberation. At this rate, Draco thought, he’ll wake up the whole castle!
It took seemingly forever for the cabinet to stop rocking; longer still for the resulting noise to stop. Draco shook his head in disgust. Colin flashed his saucer-sized eyes, earnestly, mouthing the word ‘sorry’ back to Draco.
“Hello? Anyone down there?”
They heard a whisper coming from atop the stairs leading to Tower. Colin’s eyes bulged in panic as they heard the steps of the Tower occupant getting closer. Draco began to turn to run, but Colin grabbed his lapel (again), dragged him into the doorway, and pushed him back away from the door. They stood in the stairwell, once again breathing harder than they should.
Draco could hear whoever was upstairs was still walking towards the door. Despite being back from the door, all it would take was a simple tilt of the head and they’d be seen. Colin leaned into Draco again, lifted his wand and mumbled some incantation. Shadows danced around them like butterflies before finally engulfing them in its dark embrace.
“Where did you--?”
“Shh,” Colin sibilant whisper was more authoritative than Draco was accustomed to. He felt heat rise in his pants.
Not only was it amazing that Colin knew this spell, but the mechanics of the spell were queer, too. Although Draco knew they were covered in shadows (or some form of dark energy) and that no one would be able to see them, he could still see everything as if his eyes weren’t obstructed by the shadows.
“Is someone down there?” the voice said, louder and closer. It was Cedric.
“Harry, is that you? I’ve been waiting…” but his voice trailed off. Cedric was standing just a couple steps from the bottom. Realizing that it wasn’t Harry, Cedric took a deep breath, then turned on his heel and walked back up there stairs.
Draco was dumbfounded. Cedric...? Waiting for Harry Potter? In the Astronomy Tower???
He looked at Colin’s face and saw that he, too was thinking the same thing.
Colin was about to make another incantation when they heard rushed footsteps coming from the hall. The smell of lavender, flowers, and bubble-bath infiltrated their nostrils.
“What the fuck is that smell?” Colin asked, his nose scrunched up.
He was answered by the sight of Harry Potter, covered in a cloak, holding a map and his Champion’s Egg. The shadow spell allowed them to see even through invisibility cloaks. Draco was truly intrigued, now.
Harry gave one last look back into the hallway before flinging off his cloak. He stood at the bottom of the stairs. Colin’s breathing increased, his heart beating harder. So, this one really does fancy Potter, then? Draco couldn’t help but smile; he was, after all, learning so much tonight.
Harry breathed in deep and held his breath for a moment. He was shaking, slightly. Then, he put one foot on the bottom step and proceeded up the stairs into the Tower.
“Maybe we should go,” Colin whispered, obviously taken aback by what he had witnessed.
“Are you kidding me,” Draco asked, louder than was absolutely necessary. A slow smile danced across his face. His eyes were narrowed, like a hawk’s who had found his prey. “This is going to be good.”
Eyes on the Prize: Chapter Three
Author: physixXx
Pairing: Harry/Cedric
Rating: part 1- PG; part 2- PG-13; parts 3&4- R/NC-17
Word Count: part 2 1660
Warnings: Some mild language and sexual content.
Disclaimer: Harry Potter belongs to JK Rowling, etc.
Dare: se_spotwood’s Cedric/Harry dare.
EYES ON THE PRIZE
(part, the second)
The first task had come and gone; the Yule Ball, long-since past.
Suddenly, the school seemed to be split in two. Most supported Cedric; however, there were others who began to root for Harry. Of course, Draco managed to convince all of the Slytherins to cheer for Cedric. “At least he’s of good stock,” Draco would argue, “for a Hufflepuff, at least.” Anything was better than cheering for Potter, after all.
It was a cold night. Draco waited until he heard the combined snores - roars more like it - of his eternal shadows: Crabbe and Goyle. He slipped out of his four-poster, slowly and quietly gathering his winter jacket. Hogwarts tended to be colder than should be allowed, especially at night. And he was going up to the Astronomy Tower, which would be even worse. He crept to the door, placing a hand on the flat of the door and the other on the knob. He pulled, slightly, wincing at just how loud the ‘click’ was. Crabbe stirred, but didn’t wake. Draco slipped out of the room and through the common room before exiting the dungeon altogether.
“Lumos,” he whispered, and cupped the tip of his now-lit wand to prevent too much light from escaping. The portraits, after all, hated being awakened by wandering students. He walked up the stairs, careful to be as graceful as possible, and made his way towards the front entrance. From there, he thought, he’d take the far stairwell (unused by most men and beast) up to the Tower by the back route.
As he passed a room, the door swung open and a hand grabbed the lapel of his silk pajama shirt. Draco almost dropped his wand as he was yanked inside. He was disoriented as he was swung around pressed hard against the wall. Before he could mutter his objections, a tongue had invaded his mouth and cold slight hands opened his jacket. The kiss was wet and sloppy, and slightly rough. Draco’s eyes bulged. He reached out, grabbed the shoulders of his assailant and pushed him back.
“What the f--”
But before the explicative could escape his mouth, a hand cupped over it.
“Be still,” he heard, “be silent.”
Colin Creevy leaned back into him and whispered, “Moody…”
Indeed, the thud “klunk” of Moody’s peg-legged gait could be heard coming closer and closer; louder and louder. Draco began to squirm, but Colin leaned in harder, edging his knee between Draco’s legs and rubbing against his crotch. When did Colin get so strong? His hot breath tickled the hairs on Draco’s neck. Draco could feel Colin’s heart beating against his own chest. Draco reached out and grabbed Colin’s waist. Colin gasped.
The ‘klunking’ ceased, suddenly.
Draco stopped breathing. Colin looked up at him, smiled, and then cupped his hand along the front of Draco’s pants, whispering “Glad to see me, then?”
Before Draco could answer, the sound of inhuman screeching filled the hallways like a thousand fingernails dragged across the chalkboard. Draco winced. Colin leaned in harder against him. What, Draco wondered, does he think I’m going to run away? Colin eased up once he heard Moody limp away, obviously to check on the origins of the sound.
A moment later, Draco had pushed Colin away from him.
“Hands off, Creevy. What do you mean by it?!” Draco began smoothing out his silk pajamas.
Colin gave him a mock-hurt look, pouting his lips and bowing his head; his brown nipples standing pointedly on his flat, shirtless chest.
“And don’t look at me with those puppy eyes of yours,” Draco continued. “I kick puppies.”
Colin’s pajama pants hung low along his narrow hips. Young though he was, Draco could see a faint trail of blond hair collecting from his bellybutton down to the waist of his pant. Colin hadn’t grown out of his baby fat, quite yet. His stomach looked soft to the touch. Draco entertained the notion of giving him a raspberry - but that was beneath him.
Colin’s eyes were bigger than should be allowed on a boy, like some horribly beautiful Japanese manga character. And, despite himself, Draco almost couldn’t stop a grin from playing across his face.
“Aww, did I hurt you, dragon?”
“Don’t call me that.”
Colin was on him again, grabbing at his shoulders and attaching himself to Draco’s neck. His expert kissings and gentle sucking made Draco’s eyes start to roll in the back of his head. He was obviously trying to say something, but he couldn’t catch his breath. Where did Colin Creevy learn that?
Draco managed to gather strength enough to push Colin away again, huffing with an indignity he couldn’t truly say he honestly felt.
Colin’s eyes narrowed; he was not amused. “That’s the thanks I get, then?”
“You were supposed to meet me in the Astronomy Tower.”
“Filch is roaming about; so is Moody. I think he knows people snog up in the Tower. I jumped in here just before seeing Moody go that way. Figured I'd stop you before you were caught.”
Silence.
“You're welcomed,” Colin added sarcastically.
Draco raised an eyebrow, “You're welcome for the kiss.”
“You liked it and you know it.”
“If I didn’t like it, biscuit, I wouldn’t be meeting you in the Astronomy Tower.”
Colin bowed his head, pouting “Don’t call me 'biscuit',” he muttered, but it was little more than a whisper.
Draco Malfoy loved it when Colin pouted. He wondered if his brother Nigel kissed the same way. Draco chuckled at the thought. Maybe I can make a habit of collecting brothers? The Weasley twins aren’t half bad…
Colin stuck his head out of the room, peering both ways down the hall. “It looks like its all clear,” he whispered, then stepped out of the room. Draco followed, his eyes darting down Colin’s backside.
Colin had the kind of ass that would fit snuggly in a large wine class; high and tight. In his cotton pajamas, his arse seemed to jump and twitch and … flex??? Were those dimples on the sides of his cheeks? And what of Colin’s back? It was lithe and smooth, like polished ivory; the perfect back for a boy. Draco couldn’t help but stare as he followed him down the hall. Between Colin’s back and arse, Draco could almost forgive Colin’s annoyingly constant jubilation.
As they turned a corner and made their way towards the stairwell leading to the Tower, Colin managed to knock into the cabinet of old Divination and Astronomy awards. Draco grimaced and looked up as Colin tried desperately to stop the cabinet from rocking. The noise seemed to be amplified by every reverberation. At this rate, Draco thought, he’ll wake up the whole castle!
It took seemingly forever for the cabinet to stop rocking; longer still for the resulting noise to stop. Draco shook his head in disgust. Colin flashed his saucer-sized eyes, earnestly, mouthing the word ‘sorry’ back to Draco.
“Hello? Anyone down there?”
They heard a whisper coming from atop the stairs leading to Tower. Colin’s eyes bulged in panic as they heard the steps of the Tower occupant getting closer. Draco began to turn to run, but Colin grabbed his lapel (again), dragged him into the doorway, and pushed him back away from the door. They stood in the stairwell, once again breathing harder than they should.
Draco could hear whoever was upstairs was still walking towards the door. Despite being back from the door, all it would take was a simple tilt of the head and they’d be seen. Colin leaned into Draco again, lifted his wand and mumbled some incantation. Shadows danced around them like butterflies before finally engulfing them in its dark embrace.
“Where did you--?”
“Shh,” Colin sibilant whisper was more authoritative than Draco was accustomed to. He felt heat rise in his pants.
Not only was it amazing that Colin knew this spell, but the mechanics of the spell were queer, too. Although Draco knew they were covered in shadows (or some form of dark energy) and that no one would be able to see them, he could still see everything as if his eyes weren’t obstructed by the shadows.
“Is someone down there?” the voice said, louder and closer. It was Cedric.
“Harry, is that you? I’ve been waiting…” but his voice trailed off. Cedric was standing just a couple steps from the bottom. Realizing that it wasn’t Harry, Cedric took a deep breath, then turned on his heel and walked back up there stairs.
Draco was dumbfounded. Cedric...? Waiting for Harry Potter? In the Astronomy Tower???
He looked at Colin’s face and saw that he, too was thinking the same thing.
Colin was about to make another incantation when they heard rushed footsteps coming from the hall. The smell of lavender, flowers, and bubble-bath infiltrated their nostrils.
“What the fuck is that smell?” Colin asked, his nose scrunched up.
He was answered by the sight of Harry Potter, covered in a cloak, holding a map and his Champion’s Egg. The shadow spell allowed them to see even through invisibility cloaks. Draco was truly intrigued, now.
Harry gave one last look back into the hallway before flinging off his cloak. He stood at the bottom of the stairs. Colin’s breathing increased, his heart beating harder. So, this one really does fancy Potter, then? Draco couldn’t help but smile; he was, after all, learning so much tonight.
Harry breathed in deep and held his breath for a moment. He was shaking, slightly. Then, he put one foot on the bottom step and proceeded up the stairs into the Tower.
“Maybe we should go,” Colin whispered, obviously taken aback by what he had witnessed.
“Are you kidding me,” Draco asked, louder than was absolutely necessary. A slow smile danced across his face. His eyes were narrowed, like a hawk’s who had found his prey. “This is going to be good.”
Eyes on the Prize: Chapter Three