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DRACO MALFOY X CEDRIC DIGGORY X READER

Something Different | Part Nine

a/n: sorry for the winter break delay, buuuut this is super long and some of you are about to be very happy w me (and some of you not so much hahah)! but believe me, there’s still so much im excited to write. <3

warnings: smut!!! SMUT!!!

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It lasted only for a second. Only one. But that second alone was enough to process a wall of various things. First, surprise. Surprise that he’d tried such a maneuver, yes, but also surprise at other things. Namely, how much warmer his lips were than she’d anticipated, for example. And another thing was his force. He’d gone into it with such a hunger, and such a desperation, that he’d entered the ordeal like every second he had on her lips was his last. It was almost like he knew what would come. Gasping into his lips, the girls’ eyes had fluttered open and shut with alarm as a set of long fingers streaked ravenously through the head Draco cradled to his mouth. His breath was short and faltered as he locked a kiss to the girl, his whole body dissolving into her like he’d die if he didn’t. And there was his other hand. It had come up to grab her hand in the air and pull it forward against him, and then pressed her wrist in a cage up against his chest. There, beneath their intertwined hands, she could feel Draco Malfoy’s heartbeat under his hard front. It was racing at lightning speed, she noticed. It was likely as fast as hers. Coming to her senses quickly, the girl’s eyes shot open, and she used her free hand to push her fingers against the blond’s chest. It was such a hard kiss that they both came off of it gasping, Draco’s huge icy eyes were overflowing with desire as a sharp breath detached from his flush lips. He didn’t look guilty in the slightest.

“What are you doing?!” the girl stammered, her eyes doubling in size as she fumbled back in horror.

His chest still heaving, Draco slurred quietly through a love-drunk mumble, “something I should have done long before tonight.”

She was momentarily at a loss for words.

Her jaw unlocking, the girl stammered and pushed the Slytherin from her frame, “what?! I–” she tried.

But she didn’t even know where to begin with that statement.

“I’m with Cedric, Draco,” she huffed at last, her brows knitting as she brought her hands to her hair with anguish. “I mean I’ve barely known you for a month and a half and now you’re saying these things and it’s just– you can’t I mean– y– you have NO right,” she tried.

But her words were coming hard to her.

“That’s not true,” the boy interjected, speaking to her mouth, “I know you.”

He paused, crystalline stare moving back to her eyes with intent.

“I have always known you,” he corrected.

Her hand still in his, the girl yanked her touch free from him with a pang of realization.

“You’re right,” she said stiffly. “You do. Or you did. And you spent five of those years tormenting my every move. But then our sixth year comes around and then you finally decide I’m worth seeing. And– only after I had to beg it of you.”

The Slytherin shook his head, a look of anguish growing in his eyes.

“And only now, now that I’ve finally realized what I want, now you decide to make me the object of your desire.”

Draco’s eyes narrowed with hurt as he retracted his long fingers back into the pockets of his suave black suit.

“Is this some kind of game to you?!” she hissed, growing angry now.

He shook his head, blond locks catching on his brow, “never.”

“Well, it must be!” she spat bitterly, her chest heaving, “or else why would you do this, and why now? Now that I finally have something good.”

He thought about this for a second, choosing what was about to be a layered response. His jaw clenched, his voice matter-of-fact when he replied. Staring at her through his loose light hairs, Draco sighed.

“Because you shouldn’t be with him,” he announced simply.

She felt her heart drop through her chest.

“What?” she mumbled, so softly he had to read her lips to catch it.

He stepped closer, his lids heavy, “you heard.”

Finding her soles glued to the cobblestone now, the girl blinked breathlessly up as he approached.

“And what do you think gives you the right to say that?” her voice came as a whisper.

He took another step. Once more, the scent of fresh mint and his dark cologne went through her, and she remembered coldly what her Amortentia had smelled of as it did. The tall boy towered over her as he arched his frame over hers, blinking longingly into her glossy stare. A long finger, sparkling where a silver ring decorated it, came to her cheek. The Slytherin brushed her flesh softly, making her shiver horribly and flinch at the touch.

“I want you,” he hummed softly, with a tilt of his head.

She swallowed, hard.

“So does he.”

Draco smiled one of his cruel smiles, a large dimple creasing at the corner of his pink lips as he chuckled with amusement. Drawing his hand back to his pocket, he stood straighter.

“Well, I wanted you first.”

She found herself shell-shocked for what seemed like the millionth time today. Arching her head to get a look into those blue eyes, the girl felt her throat go dry.

“You’re lying,” she tried weakly.

“No, you are,” he said, the words coming as a half growl. “I’ve wanted you since my eyes first came upon you.”

“You made my life a living hell,” she hissed in instant disbelief.

“And you, mine,” he retorted cooly, lowering his height so as to stare at her head-on. “I loathed the parts of myself that felt for you.”

Electricity was crackling through her blood now.

“Why?” she said through a short breath.

The blond shook his head.

“Because you fight back. Harder than anyone. You bite at my heels and spit at my nose. Your maddening stubbornness and infuriating passion has made you impossible to not see,” he explained softly, his eyes darting back and forth over hers.

She swallowed again, “and?”

Catching on, the boy tilted his head with a low hum.

“And when I became invisible,” he murmured, sucking in a breath, “you saw me yet.”

She felt her throat tighten, a wave of emotion crashing upon her. It took every ounce of strength she had to act unaffected by the words he spoke. Watching with intent, he opened his lips once more.

“I see you too, you know,” he whispered, his eyes softening. “I always have. Even before you opened your heart to me, truly. It’s why I know the stomp of your boots, the various glints in your eye, and the smell of the lavender scrub that I caught in Slughorn’s first lesson.”

She felt her heart give a slow lurch. He was exposing his truths faster than she could process them. Still, he went on.

“But then you did, and that–” he paused, faltering, “–what was a stifled hunger became a ravenous famishment.”

He bent in more closely, his nose so near to her visage that it almost touched her own. His eyes drooped, mournful as he stared down her lips.

“And we are more alike than you even know,” he murmured his closing statement.

For a moment they just sat in the silence. The girl breathed a rattling breath as she urged her eyes to fight their journey to Draco’s mouth. Her blood was so hot she could feel it against her skin. Her heart raced so fast that the sounds of the night went unheard of. Her words had to fight their way out of her parted lips.

“I–” she shook her head.

Draco urged the words he wished to come from her, but the look in his storm-blue gaze was doubtful.

“Draco…”

He could sense what was next, but there was a surefire way to know, he thought in defeat. Moving his hands back to her high cheeks, his palms engulfing her feminine face, Draco descended on her lips a second time. His lashes fluttered as he curled his fingers against her, gripping her with the passion of a thousand fires as his lips came to meet hers. But they’d barely touched, barely even grazed, before her own were gone.

Her head was turned against the set of cold rings on his fingers. Against them, he felt a harsh tear splatter down against his hand, the moisture sparkling pathetically in the moonlight as he kept his eyes closed, his forehead to the side of her face. Though gone from his mouth, the girl pressed her cheek harder against his forehead, her chest rattling as a massive sob came sharply through her chest – the meaning of which remained unknown to him as she moved her lips slowly against his palms, quivering in his hold.

“I can’t,” she cried, mumbling against his skin. “Draco, I can’t.”

Then he was gone. His touch was devoid of hers just as quickly as it had come.

“I know,” he said simply, his iris’ growing huge as he looked at her in defeat.

The girls’ eyes opened, her mouth bent into a downturned and trembling shape. She just tilted her head in confusion.

“I know,” he said again, sounding cool now. “That’s what makes you a liar, and not me.”

Sadness morphed quickly to anger.

“What?” she breathed in astonishment.

“Because I’m honest about the part of me that craves for something I shouldn’t have,” he said, standing up straight again. “And you’re not.”

Her mouth was frozen open.

“Because we both know what feels wrong and what is wrong,” he added. “But only one of us can admit that to ourselves.”

She managed the only thing she could.

“Go to Hell.”

She snatched herself away from his grip, stepping backward as she drew further with a quiet gasp. Turning her cheek to him, she just shook her head as she made to leave. Eventually, she gave up on adding anything else, her head down as she began to walk.

Draco was unmoving as he watched her go. The boy only smiled with a low chuckle.

“Alright. I’ll see you there.”

She kept going.

“But, if you want to see your father–”

Her footfalls stopped.

“Then you’ll be back.”

Silence.

The footfalls began again.

She was marching back towards the blond now.

“Give me your sleeve,” she demanded.

“What?” the boy recoiled with a laugh of surprise.

“Give me your wrist,” she snapped again, the cries silent now as she threw her hand forward. “Right now.”

Draco snapped his left arm back with realization, his icy eyes narrowing.

“Don’t,” he warned through a low hiss.

“Then show me yourself!” she barked, her despair and fury mingled as she practically yelled it. “Show me you aren’t what I think you are!”

His face was hard and raw, her words slicing his disposition deeply.

“No,” he growled, moving a hand out so as to fend her advances off.

The girl moved into him but had no luck. He was stronger than her and she knew it. With a sigh, he looked down upon her. Draco sucked his tongue through his teeth as he ‘tsk-ed’ her softly.

“No,” he uttered again, softly this time. “I’m not.”

…

“Cedric?”

He was there in the Common Room, much to the girl’s disbelief. The earth-shatteringly handsome Hufflepuff had pulled forward the small table before the fire and was sitting perched on its edge like it was an actual seat. His head had snapped aside the moment he heard her enter, his giant shadow spreading across the plant-speckled walls as he stood. He didn’t say anything.

“Ced?” she said again, approaching him slowly, and with an unbearably heavy heart.

He turned, and it was a tragic sight. His muscular jaw was set forward with the hard clench of his teeth, and his magnificent ocean eyes fought back tears as they sparkled in the firelight.

“I’m going to let you talk first,” he heaved through a struggled breath. “I’m going to let you share your side first, before I say anything. Okay?”

It was a simple enough request. But God, he was fighting back every demon in that stunning and strained stare. The girl noticed, feeling exhausted from the whole night and hanging on by a single and final thread as she nodded with a slow step forward. She padded over the thick faded carpet under her boots and stopped to meet her boyfriend in front of the fire. He sighed, so desperately wanting to touch her, but not allowing himself the permission.

“It started earlier this year,” she began nervously, shoving her hands into her pant pockets. “I had noticed Draco behaving strangely on the train, and I hadn’t thought much of it. But then– then Harry told me about this theory he had. About Draco. Well, he said he thought he was a death eater. And I shouldn’t have touched it, but I did. I gained his trust and his time because I needed to know if it was really true.”

Cedric blinked at his girl with a heavy sigh.

“But then–”

He swallowed, his nostrils flaring.

“–then I gave him my trust,” she said.

Cedric ran his tongue over his lips with a dart of his eyes to the side, “and?”

She sighed.

“And he became the unthinkable,” she decided. “My friend.”

Cedric’s eyes shifted back to her own.

“Your friend?” he asked.

“Yes, my friend,” she said confidently. “And so I couldn’t bear to betray him anymore because of it. I stopped trying to find out the truth about him because I no longer wanted the answer.”

The Hufflepuff shook his head, bitterly reciting the words she’d just heard back to her.

“Draco Malfoy doesn’t want to be your friend,” he dropped knowingly, hurt clear in his intonation.

“I know that now,” she tried, voice wavering. “If I’m being honest, then…” she struggled. “Well, I suspected it from that night when I drunkenly told him about you. About us. Because then he’d said something about how you were foolish for waiting, for not–”

She stopped. Cedric looked unnaturally pale. Shaking her head, the girl faltered.

“But nothing else happened after… that night…” she trailed off.

“After that night?” the boy uttered thoughtfully, sunshine hair falling over his tear-filled eyes.

She opened her mouth, “well he– and then tonight he– he kissed me.”

Cedric looked as if a ghost had passed through him.

“What?” his voice became strained.

“But it was only for a second, and by the time he tried to do it again I’d seen it coming–” she rambled hopelessly.

“Draco kissed you TWICE?” Cedric’s voice dropped dangerously, a dark anger residing upon his facial features.

The girl panicked. This did not look good.

She touched his chest, “y– n– no. No. He tried, but I stopped it both times, Ced.”

Her fingers splayed over his front, she could feel Cedric’s heartbeat running a million miles an hour beneath her touch. He opened his mouth wordlessly before closing it with a slow shake of his head. His huge ocean stare moved first to her hand, then to her mouth, and finally her eyes.

Mouth dry and eyes stinging, the girl whispered softly, “it didn’t mean anything.”

Cedric’s hurt gaze softened momentarily, and he tilted his head to the right with a flutter of his lashes.

“So then why is this the first that I’ve heard of any of it?” he said, for the second time that night.

The girl froze, her throat tightening as her fingers fell from the boy’s front. He stepped back away from her, turning his face towards the fire with a shaky exhale.

“Well?” he spoke to the flames when she didn’t reply.

“Ced–” she began.

He was staring at her again now, his jaw clenched as he struggled to maintain any sense of composure.

“I– I don’t know–” she stuttered with difficulty.

He nodded knowingly, sucking in a sharp breath with a forced smile of his quivering lips and an “okay.”

“No, but–” she grabbed the side of his muscular arm as he turned. “It doesn’t matter anymore, okay? Because I don’t want him. I knew it with certainty when he tried to kiss me tonight and– it was wrong and– I don’t want him, Cedric. Only you.”

Cedric blinked at her through the crystal sheen that enshrouded his eyes.

“I won’t see him anymore,” she pleaded, her words catching on the trip of her voice. “I promise. And I’ll never lie to you about him again.”

His eyes moved to her mouth once more, and then once again back to her gaze. He looked like he was fighting a losing war with himself.

“Do you trust me?” she asked, her voice shaking.

Cedric swallowed the lump in his throat, his nostrils flaring, “I do.”

She sighed, breath turbulent as she stepped closer towards him with a curl of her fingers into his bicep. He watched her with intent, his tongue coming to his cheek as he restrained himself.

“But I can’t–” he cut her off, shaking himself free of her hold.

“What?”

“I trust you,” he said. “I trust your story and your promises but–” he paused. “But it’s not as if it undoes everything. It’s not as if I can forget it, just like that. You know?”

She stared into his helpless eyes with a bow of her head.

“You’re right.”

Still, he stared.

“I just,” he sighed in defeat, “I need some time.”

Running a large hand through his gold-brown hair, the sun-kissed Hufflepuff made to leave, his feet dragging across the thick carpets and hard floors.

“He said my father is still alive.”

Cedric stopped dead in his tracks, his back still turned.

“Draco said my father is still alive.”

Slowly, he turned.

“What?” Cedric gaped with a shocked crease of his brow.

“I–” she stammered, folding her hands nervously together. “When I was leaving, after he– you know– well… he said I’d be back if I wanted to see my father.”

Cedric approached her, his eyes wide.

“What is that supposed to mean? Is he lying?” he pressed urgently.

She shook her head, “I don’t know anymore. I mean, maybe he’s not. Or–”

“Maybe it was a desperate sellout to keep you under his nose,” Cedric finished.

The girl nodded hesitantly. Then, she watched as Cedric’s face melted into an expression of contemplation.

“But your father,” he said slowly, “was a death eater.”

She didn’t move.

“Which would mean,” he swallowed, “that if Draco was telling the truth…” he trailed off with a shake of his head.

“Right,” she whispered.

“Well, is he?” Cedric stepped closer.

The girl clenched her teeth together, “I still don’t know for certain. He won’t let me see his arm, but he also expects me to believe he’s not. He says it’s his father who he heard it from.”

Cedric blinked, stepping back into the firelight.

“And what is it that you think?” he challenged with knowing.

Releasing the deathly grip of her jaw, the girl admitted her truth to Cedric.

“I don’t know about my father, but I do think he’s a Death Eater.”

He nodded slowly, his eyes softening.

“Well then I trust that too,” he said gently.

Within his reach now, she desperately wanted to seek comfort in him, but she couldn’t.

“And so,” he folded his hands into his pockets, “what are you going to do?”

She ran her tongue over her lips with a shrug, “nothing.”

Cedric tilted his head to the side with shock, “what?”

“I told you, Ced. I’m done. I can’t keep chasing these loose ends for a person like that. Not if it jeopardizes what I have with you,” she asserted confidently.

His mouth came open, “but this is your father we’re talking about!”

“Ced, drop it,” she urged.

“But what if it’s true?!” he exclaimed in disbelief.

“So what if it’s true?!” she retorted. “I’d be fighting for a man who stands for the darkest of evils rather than the one who–”

She paused.

Cedric was gazing at her with newfound surprise.

“Who what?” he prodded softly.

The shadows created by the fire’s thick red and gold flames shot smoothly over Cedric’s face. His hands were still tight in his pockets, like he was restraining them there, and his massive blue-green eyes sparkled beautifully. Awaiting her reply, the boy sucked a lip between his teeth with a little sigh of disbelief. Rocking his hips ever so slightly forward as he spoke to the girl’s mouth, his voice lowered.

“Who what?” he said again, dangerously low this time.

Swallowing the lump in her throat, the girl exhaled shakily, her back straightening.

“Who I love,” she said.

There was a moment where everything froze. Cedric didn’t move, nor did she. Aside from the flames, one would’ve thought they were a still moment in time. The boy wore this look of absolute stillness, his eyes dead-set to hers as he just stood there. Then, with that same curious and unreadable look on his face, he approached her. He was coming quickly, his hands drifting from his pockets and into the air as he grabbed the unmoving girl from either side of her face and yanked her forward into his mouth. For a moment she remained still, her lips barely moving as he detached quickly from her, his big eyes filled with emotion now.

Gasping with surprise against him, the girl managed a shaky “what?”

“Kiss me,” Cedric interrupted her with a desperate shake of his head.

“But–” she protested, feeling her stomach tighten at the way he was looking at her. “But you said–”

He didn’t even let her finish this time. His large hands were gripping her again as he lifted the shorter girl against his frame, her body melting into him as they connected once more. Still in shock, the girl’s hands just kind of floated awkwardly in front of her, not knowing where to go. The kiss was fast and short-lived, for he was soon drawing back again. It was so heated and intoxicating that she came off of it with a spinning head, her vision blurred and eyes almost crossing with mingled surprise and appreciation as she breathed against his opened lips. Slowly, she shifted her unsteady gaze to the Hufflepuff’s eyes once more. His chest was heaving lightly against hers, knocking her with each lift as he blinked down at her through a rapidly darkening gaze.

“Now I’m saying kiss me,” he uttered breathily, his lashes fluttering.

It’s not that she didn’t want to, because she did. Oh, she definitely did. It’s just that she wanted to know that it was right. That this was what he really wanted. And not something spurred in the moment only to be regretted later, she thought. Practically reading her mind, the bronzed boy shook his head, rubbing a finger against the curve of her cheekbones.

“Hey,” he uttered softly.

He pecked her lips just quickly enough to snap the girl out of her trance, the tip of his nose brushing to hers and sending a charge of electricity through her whole body and into her tummy. Slowly, she unhinged her jaw, her breath unsteady as she blinked at his storm-blue eyes. Whatever words she’d had were coming to her throat and getting trapped there, the will to speak being so overridden by her other ones that she managed only a quivering breath and helpless widening of her eyes. Any more like this, and she knew she’d be done for. Cedric, reading her again, moved one of his hands to her hanging ones. Slowly, he plucked up her hands in his, and brought them both gingerly in place to either side of his sculpted cheekbones. The girl just watched his eyes all the while, her feet cemented into the floors.

“Okay,” he decided softly, meeting her eyes again.

His lips quivered, his eyes darting between hers so quickly that she spun.

“Now,” he demanded very gently, “kiss me.”

This time it was her who was leaning forward, any sense of rationality gone from her as she stood on her tiptoes and fell into the boy’s lips. They were ever-warm and soft like clouds. Her hands slid from his cheeks and up to his ears as she curled her fingertips into his silky brown hair with a gasp that was stifled by the fast close of his lips over hers. He caught and swallowed her sound as he drew her further into him, their chests hard against each other as the kiss became quick and desperate. One of Cedric’s hands was on the back of her head now, and he was forcing the girl into him, harder. She gasped again, but it was unheard of as he pressed his mouth to hers and held his kiss to her for a long time this time, making her the subject to his passion for as long as they could hold their breaths. Then he’d detached again, only for a second, and their lips popped loudly as they split apart. There was only a moment of hesitation then, in which the girl stared foggily up at the boy and his heavily lidded eyes. There was something ravenous in his visage and she’d barely had the time to grasp that sense of him before he was hoisting her up. Yelping, the girl was pulled upwards, her legs folding around Cedric’s torso as his arms slinked under her thighs and against her back, where he hoisted her petite frame to the one that engulfed her. Kissing her again, the girl’s eyes fluttered closed on instinct. Her hands were drifting further through his locks now, both arms around his neck as she breathed in his warm and familiar scent. They grew tangled, the boy stumbling as he turned her and brought the girl’s back thumping into the side of the fireplace, where he pinned her and descended upon her swollen lips. The stone was hard to her back as he used its placement to his will. The kiss dragged from her mouth, to her chin, to her neck. Soon enough, he had latched his mouth to the flesh at her collarbone and was drawing all kinds of sounds out from her. Suddenly it all felt very real.

“Cedric,” she moaned breathily, closing one side of her fist against her teeth.

He pulled back. His hair was tousled and his lips were red. He looked giddy and insatiable.

“Yes?” he said through a low whisper.

“What–” she gasped, speaking through heavy breaths, “what are you doing?”

He breathed his answer through a touch of his forehead to hers.

“Something I should’ve done before,” he murmured, unblinking as his dark eyes fixated on her lips.

“But–” she tried, fighting against the knot in her stomach, “but what about what you’d said? About rushing things?”

He shook his head against hers, touching his nose to her and flickering his stare upwards.

“You were right about one thing, Y/N. I’ve waited long enough to get you,” he spoke breathily. “And no amount of waiting could make me want you any more than I need you now.”

She nearly fainted at his words, her throat closing as he spoke confidently now.

“I need you desperately,” he spoke softly, his fingers curling against her skin. “And–”

The girl felt her heart stop as he adjusted her so that his eyes were level with her own.

“And I love you too.”

Then they were kissing again. Somehow faster and harder. The girl’s stomach roared as she felt one of Cedric’s large hands grasp the underside of her thigh, a soft growl emanating from his lips as he fastened her to the wall and consumed her with ferocity. As soon as he’d met her neck again, she was moaning once more. The sound made her grow self-conscious as she splayed her fingers over her lips and tilted her skin away from him.

“What?” he demanded softly, his dark eyes perturbed at her motion. “What is it?”

“I–” she said, flustered. “I can’t be making too much noise.”

Her eyes moving up, she indicated at the students above with a tilt of her head. Cedric hummed thoughtfully with understanding as he procured his wand and uttered a sure ‘Muffliato.’ The magic resultingly enshrouded them in a space wherein no one outside of it would hear them, she realized. For good measure, he mustered up a decent invisibility shroud. Bringing her eyes back to his, the girl stared in silence at her boyfriend. A slow smile was spreading across his lips. It was devilish upon his rugged face.

“Now you can be as loud as you want,” he grinned, the words barely making it out as he dived back into her neck.

“Ced!” she exclaimed with mingled surprise and like, her legs tightening around him.

One of his hands slid back. He was fully grabbing her ass now as he ran circles across her collarbones and down towards her breasts with various speckles of kisses and sucks to her skin. She moaned, her breaths short as she curled into him, pressing the side of her cheek to his forehead as she trembled into his lips. When he reached her chest, his nose in the valley between her breasts, he dragged his eyes upwards and stared innocently up at her from beneath the tip of her nose. His hands brushed the edge of her knit black sweater in question.

“Can I?” he breathed through his pink lips.

Her chest was heaving, her hands shaking with nervousness as she gave the boy a little nod. He grinned, releasing her weight slowly as she came back down upon the balls of her feet before him, blinking up at him as she stood against his chest. Slowly, she felt his two large hands snake against her hips, clutch her top, and pull the fabric upward. She felt her throat tighten with nerves as it came over her head, her eyes shutting. When she opened them again, Cedric was staring at her with huge and unblinking eyes.

“What?” she prodded shyly.

He observed first her bright red cheeks and tousled hair, and next, her chest.

“You’re breathtaking,” he uttered, making her grow even more flush.

She had no idea how to reply.

“Thank you?” she tried.

“Come here, you,” he shook his head with a low chuckle, moving a set of long fingers under the girl’s jaw as he forced her chin gently up into his lips.

She sighed with contempt into his mouth, her hands reaching for his loose-hanging sweater. The kiss was so good that her hands struggled, her fingers fumbling awkwardly as she tried stripping the fabric off of the boy who towered against her. His throat rumbled as he laughed into the kiss, making the girl pull back with frustration.

“Want some help?” he offered coyly, making her grumble.

“Please,” she felt her lips split.

He was grinning again as he slid the fabric over his head, coming out with a devastatingly handsome and further tousled look. His bronzed chest was impossible not to notice, what with its definite ripples and the sharp V that protruded from his black jeans. The girl felt her mouth go as dry as a desert as her eyes moved down his torso and to the large lump that stuck out from his pants. Her blood suddenly felt very hot and she was overwhelmed with desire and anxiety. Indiscreetly flickering her gaze back to those huge green eyes, she swallowed.

“Alright?” he asked gently, checking in.

The girl tucked a lip under her teeth, “you’re breathtaking.”

Cedric’s huge white smile flashed as he smiled at the girl, ecstatic as he descended upon her lips one more. His hands cradled her face. Her hands splayed across his chest. The orange-red of the fire cast glows and flashes over their form as the two tangled passionately in one another, feeling each other’s smiles as they went. Then his tongue was in her mouth and hers was in his, the two working in sync at each other as their hands went in each other’s hair and they both went stumbling around. Ravenous, the girl swirled her tongue against his, drawing a moan from the boy that made her feral. He fought back at her neck, a spot he newly learned was easy to dominate. The girl’s lashes fluttered, mouth opening as he engulfed the area just below her ear, his long fingers forcing her hair to the side as he vampirically came upon her. Struggling, the girl moved her shaking hands to his jeans. Fighting his tongue, she tried desperately at the hem of his waistband, and then at his zipper, her fingers trembling. At the same time, he’d reached for her bra, which only made her heart quicken and anxiety double. She felt the jeans loosen as the boy blinded her by now kissing her mouth and blocking her view again. She chuckled knowingly into the kiss, forcing the fabric harshly down his form the best she could. She still couldn’t see, but she knew she’d gotten them down part of the way when a hard protrusion sprung up into her front, level with her torso. Cedric groaned into her lips, and she felt the knot in her body tighten at the noise. The popping sound came again as the two came off of each other’s lips. Their foreheads both glinted with a quickly developing sweat, and Cedric leaned down so that he could press his against her own. When his eyes came open, they were massive and dark. But there was also a profound and overwhelming love in them, which she no doubt mirrored.

“Can you go first?” she asked nervously, brushing her fingertips across the V he sported.

He nodded, slowly, drinking her in.

The girl moved her eyes nervously down, staring not-so-subtly as she brought her fingers to the black briefs he wore. The second her hands touched him, he twitched against her, the member beneath stirring at her interest. Her throat was even drier now. Her eyes went back to his, and he was still staring right at her. He nodded with an adorable half-smile. Reciprocating, the girl moved the last layer of fabric down his legs, her mouth nearly dropping as his huge erection came before her. She was utterly speechless as she moved her lips silently, both impressed and terrified at the thought of fitting him. Cedric, reading her, spoke softly.

“You okay?” he asked gently.

She was back on his eyes now, nodding. Not really sure how else to answer him best, the girl moved her hands to her back and unclasped her black bra, letting her breasts fall free. Cedric’s jaw pulsed as his blue-green eyes flashed down and up at lightning speed.

“That’s a yes then?” he ran his tongue over his lips with a flare of his nostrils.

The girl suppressed a smile, “yes.”

“And you’re stunning,” he flattered her further, moving each of his large hands to her hips.

He pulled her against him, and, feeling his member hard against her front, the girl let a long sigh out. She was fighting with not much luck to keep her composure. Cedric still didn’t kiss her, but only stared. He brought her in closer, and she felt her breasts mold to the front of his hard chest. His eyes grew darker, and he swallowed. He leaned in slowly, offering one soft kiss before retracting.

“I’m going to set you down, okay?” he said softly.

The idea of what was next sparked electric tension in her.

“Okay,” she breathed nervously.

Cedric scooped her up and turned her a little, setting her down on the edge of the large rectangular table before the fire. Quickly, he grabbed a stray blanket and timidly set it behind her, for when she would lay back. That’s when she noticed him shaking, too. The girl blinked up at her gorgeous boyfriend in surprise.

“Are you nervous?” she whispered with a smile and a crease of her brow.

Cedric stared down at her with a sheepish grin, “that obvious?”

“What–” she giggled, reaching for his front like a child, “really?”

He tilted his head, snorting, “why is this surprising to you?”

“Well– cause–” she stammered. “I mean, you’ve done this part before.”

The smile on his face softened, his expression melting as he shook his head.

His voice was infuriatingly low as he hummed back, “not with you.”

Her own smile vanished. The butterflies in her stomach attacked. She was yanking him down upon her lips now, the boy letting a noise of surprise out as he kissed her right back, her weight gong down on the table as she lay flat upon the surface. He stayed kissing her as he brought down the rest of his jeans, and then her own pants. Eyes still closed, the both of them engulfed in the sensation of their hot and bare flesh pressed flush together. That feeling in her stomach was practically pulsing now, and she’d never felt more excited or afraid in her life. She could feel Cedric’s length right up against her thighs, which she embarrassingly noticed were dripping all over him, not that he minded at all. And then Cedric’s long fingers were gripping at her breasts, making her tremble into his mouth. Next they were at her stomach, then along her thighs, drawing goosebumps as they went.

He detached for a second.

“Can I–” he began.

“Yes,” she cut him off and forced his lips back down, the boy smirking into her mouth.

His index finger came to the outside of her entrance, where he dipped it ever-so-slightly in her. The girl clenched and moaned and melted like butter. Groaning at her reaction, he slid in further the next time. She was louder, of course, making him all the more frustrated. He pulled out his finger from her, making her pull from his lips in dissatisfaction, but she was soon made still again when he rubbed his thumb against her clitoris. Her head fell back, the boy grinning again as he ran circles against her sensitive spot. As she lifted her head to look, she saw his own descending. Gasping, the girl recoiled in surprise as she felt Cedric’s mouth close at her entrance, his tongue going first inside of her, and then to his thumb, where he aided his fingers outside of her.

“Shit, Cedric,” she went back again, seeing a set of stars alight before her eyes as her body turned to jello.

He responded by inserting his finger into her. Then, gauging her body’s reaction, he tested another. Her whole body tensed and relaxed, her mouth opening as the boy focused his tongue against her clitoris, and his fingers, which he pumped slowly, inside of her. Dissolving, her fingers grabbed at his hair, tugging him by his golden-brown locks as he hummed against her, sending vibrations through her form.

“Oh my god,” she breathed incoherently, her hair falling around her face.

“You okay?” he stopped for a second, interjecting politely.

“Yes, Ced,” she covered her mouth with an embarrassed laugh. “Yes, please. Please, more.”

His lips glistened as he smiled a “good,” and came back down on her. Her legs grew tight as she clasped both of her thighs to the side of the boy’s head, breathy gasps tumbling from her mouth as his fingers worked rhythmically to the beat of his tongue. Feeling her stomach clench like she was about to explode, the girl trembled and shook, fingers going limp in Cedric’s hair as her head rolled back. As his name fell from her, her lidded eyes caught him staring at her, his iris’ huge and dark as he watched Y/N disintegrate. It felt like a hundred fireworks went off and the rope inside her was cut, the girl shaking as she finished onto and into Cedric with a series of short gasps. Heaving, the girl brought a hand to her burning red face as Cedric snaked back over her with a big grin.

“Alright?” he cooed, dropping a kiss on her nose.

She brought a hand to either side of his face with a giddy chuckle.

“Alright,” she beamed breathily, smiling into his wet mouth.

They kissed like that for a minute, the girl regaining her breath as she consumed him with deliberate slowness. Cedric was glowering when she pulled back, hearts practically shining across his eyes. His eyes then widened suddenly as he felt a hand reach his member, his breath short-circuiting.

“Erm–” his visage melted, looking taken aback and bashful all the same.

“Do you have–” she started nervously.

“Yeah, yeah,” Cedric flashed his canines and dropped another kiss on the girl’s nose as he leaned over the table.

Watching as he fished around for a condom in his wallet, the girl sat up against her elbows, glowing in the firelight as she tracked him with giant eyes. Her long hair fell beautifully across her shoulders and breasts, and her legs hung partially open from where he’d been. As he turned, she blinked slowly at him. Her heart was pounding out of her chest now.

Cedric’s face seemed to fall too, looking ever-serious as his eyes fell upon his girlfriend, splayed out poetically before him. Swallowing the lump in his throat, he sucked in a deep breath and descended over her, the girl’s back lowering slowly in matching the lowering of his. His definite muscles came against her chest, his hand sliding through her hair and against her cheek as he bore into her with those ocean eyes. He smelt of aftershave and sweat as he lay into her, cradling her in silence.

“Are you sure?” he murmured at her lips, his voice low.

She brought a palm to his face, dragging her thumb over his cheekbone with a shaky inhale.

“I am,” she assured, bringing her forehead to his again.

He nodded, moving one hand down, the other still on her face, as he propped his thick member against her entrance, making the girl release a small gasp. His eyes were then back again.

“I love you,” he said a second time, his gaze gentle.

She smiled, kissing him gingerly.

“I love you too,” she whispered back nervously.

And then he was entering her, the feeling slow and drawn out as he moved steadily past her folds. She felt her walls tighten at once, the feeling certainly more foreign and larger than that of two fingers. It only hurt a little, the girl thought as she went straining lightly against him with an extended moan of mingled emotions. Cedric pushed a little further, the girl’s eyes shutting as she pressed her forehead harder against his. He brushed his nose against hers, attaching his mouth to her lips as he extended himself fully now, the girl involuntarily pouring a groan out from her mouth and into his.

“Okay?” he mumbled gently against her mouth.

“Yeah,” she nodded, bringing her other hand to his face as well.

He hummed, kissing her more deeply now as she felt his hips move back. Only, as they came back in, it had hurt a lot less, her walls growing comfortable to his cock now. He drew out again, slowly, then back in again. By the fourth time, she was already mewling incoherently. A various set of mumbles dropped from her lips, the boy devouring them all as he rocked his hips slowly back and forth into the girl.

“Good?” he breathed, moving his lips back to her neck.

“Good,” she echoed breathlessly, her head rolling back.

Cedric used his left hand to grab her neck, capturing the girl in a gentle chokehold as he patterned a set of kisses down her throat. His right hand went sliding down her front and to her left breast, which he molded easily into his large hands, his nimble fingers running circles over the girl’s perked up nipples. Overwhelmed, the girl cursed once, then bit her tongue between her teeth to refrain from being too much. Cedric’s right hand was back, and he was sliding his thumb over her closed lips now as if in permission for her noise, but she fought back with a tilt of her head and a shut of her eyes. Playing her game, Cedric rocked his hips a little faster, and the push as he came in was harder as it clashed the bundle of nerves that the girl had pent up for him. His name bounced out in reply, the girl moving to turn her head back away. With his left hand on her throat, Cedric yanked her gently forward, so that she was forced to keep her face level with his, and so that she couldn’t escape his ravenous stare.

“You can look at me. Talk to me, you know,” he encouraged, sliding his thumb from the corner of the girl’s mouth and right between her lips.

The movement caused her to open her mouth, a desperate moan escaping her as it did. Her eyes fluttered open, Cedric looking incredibly impressed as he grinned. He looked so handsome and devilish in his victory that she couldn’t help but blush furiously at his cheek.

“You’re so beautiful,” he murmured through a low chuckle, pecking her lips. “Talk to me.”

Her heart racing, she moved her hands to his chest, “faster.”

“Faster?” he echoed with a smile, as if he hadn’t heard.

She dug her nails into his chest in reply.

“Okay,” he scrunched his nose with a laugh, quickening his pace.

Then it was him groaning. And, she realized, if Cedric Diggory moaning her name had the same effect as her moaning his did, then she understood his requests. Her fingers splayed over the boy’s muscles as her mouth came open. Cedric dropped his right hand from her face and moved it instead to her hip. He used it to tilt her up a little more, so that the two were angled against each other as he fucked her a little faster. The repositioning made the clenching feeling only stronger in the girl’s body.

“Fuck, Ced,” she moaned, her voice strained as she writhed beneath him, the pleasure growing overwhelming.

They were so sweaty that liquid dripped over and between their fronts, the girl moving her hands to his bicep for a better grip as he found rhythm in his deepening strokes. The gap between them open now, her breasts rolled and bounced to the beat of his movements, Cedric’s eyes moving up as he fixated on her chest, and then to her trembling mouth.

“More,” she uttered.

He didn’t hesitate at all this time, not a second spared for her as he came into her with more force instantaneously. His hips crashed against hers. Each thrum of his digit into her sent a loud slap of his balls to her entrance sounding. The Hufflepuff boy was dropping hard and sharp profanities left and right, his hands sinking into her cheek and face as he used the spots like pinpoints by which to grab and hoist her. The grip he held there was strong as he fucked her harder, the girl rolling into his palm and hips melting into his grasp like honey. Forehead coming off of his, she couldn’t bear to stay fastened in such a way any longer. Instead, she leaned back again on her elbows, Cedric holding her there by her throat as his cock slid easily in and out of her. Feeling euphoric, the two of them held each other’s gaze next, maintaining it there in their whirlwind of lust. Even then, his beautiful cheekbones, the sweat that ran down his nose, and his pink opened lips were hard to see through the cloud of stars that were growing in the girl’s line of vision. He released her neck now, scooping both of his arms under her back, his hands grasped to her petite frame as he held her there and fucked her into the table. The girl writhed and gasped and squirmed, making him hit harder. The table shook beneath her. Her legs were growing tired. The knot inside of her was next to unbearable. Whining, she begged him further. More. Faster. More. Cedric. And more again. He was twitching as he pounded her now, keeping his length buried deep as he attacked her sensitive spot with a series of several sloppy kisses to her mouth.

“Please, Ced. Ced I’m gonna–” she said, practically crying now as tears sprung from her eyes.

“Good,” he encouraged through a sharp breath. “Good.”

Her eyes opened. He was waiting, waiting to watch her unfold. The only sound was their breathing and the definite slap of his thrusts as she winged something absolutely incoherent into his front and arched her head forward.

He caught her chin against two fingers.

“Come,” he said. “Come for me.”

His words alone could’ve pushed her over the edge. The girl went blind, her eyes open but vision going absolutely black as she began to convulse violently in Cedric’s arms. He cooed and kissed her and held her tight to him as he slammed his hips forward, causing the whole table to slide back as the two hit their highs. The girl collapsed into the high-ringing curse that left her lips, her whole body falling limp and back against the table as Cedric finished in her with a huge groan.

“Ced,” she half-mumbled-half-cried as her head rolled to the side.

She felt him leave from inside of her. They were both filthily drenched, the boy’s skin sticky as he pulled his girl into his open arms and held her gently to his collarbones as she recovered from her orgasm.

“Y’okay?” he sighed, kissing her hair with a shuddered breath.

She pulled back, sweaty hair tangled in his long fingers as she stared foggily up into the boy’s eyes.

“I think I am, yeah,” she grinned with a sarcastic taunt, her lids heavy. “You?”

The boy smiled, grasping either side of her face in his palms with a warm chuckle. He didn’t respond as he laughed, kissing her again and shaking his head in awe.