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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Harry_Potter_-_J._K._Rowling
  Character:
      Harry_Potter, Cedric_Diggory
  Additional Tags:
      Angst, Explicit_Sexual_Content, Plot_What_Plot/Porn_Without_Plot, Dubious
      Consent, Slash, The_Quidditch_Pitch:_The_Changing_Room
  Collections:
      The_Quidditch_Pitch
  Stats:
      Published: 2006-04-01 Words: 1425
****** Reluctant Student ******
by Simonsflower_(AnnieforSimonsflower)
Summary
     Unexpected things happen when you’re trapped.  There are some you
     never acknowledge.
Notes
     This story is archived on behalf of Simons_flower, who passed away in
     2009, by her designated archivist.

Author's notes: For the
[[info]]
triwizardfqf first_challenge: #51. What really happened in the maze when the
hedges blocked off certain paths and two champions found themselves blocked in
the same stretch with no way out? I blame [[info]]satindolls for Cedric’s
characterization in this.
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                               Reluctant_Student
When Hermione says she's been stressed by schoolwork, she doesn't have any idea
how easy she's got it, I say to myself as I race down another pathway. No one
mentioned the damn maze was carnivorous. Just remembering what happened to
Fleur Delacour makes me shudder.
My thoughts are completely derailed when I turn a corner and slam headlong into
Cedric Diggory, the other Hogwarts champion. I ricochet to the ground, my
glasses flying off my face with the impact.
"Are you okay?" Cedric asks.
I grunt. How am I supposed to be okay when I can't see a damn thing? I begin
systematically searching the ground for my glasses.
"Looking for these?" Cedric asks, pushing cold glass and plastic into my hand.
Just as I set them on my face, a low rumbling sounds. Cedric and I look at each
other in some mix of shock and horror. The maze.
Without the warning that happened before, the hedge leaps out to wrap tendrils
around Cedric's ankles. I watch in shock as he falls to the ground, his wand
flying from his outstretched hand.
"Harry, help," he pleads.
Do I leave him? Enjoy one less competitor and have to deal only with Krum? I
can't -- shouldn't -- do that, though. Right?
"Harry, please!"
Cedric's legs are now encased in leafy green. Yet that doesn't force my hand.
Only when the hedge sends a questing tendril around my own ankle do I leap
forward, rolling, grabbing Cedric's wand as I move into a crouch.
I hand it to him before attempting to stand.
The hedge grabs me, pulling my legs out from under me. With a grunt, I fall
against Cedric, my knee barely missing his groin.
We both shift to free ourselves -- we should be looking for the Cup, not
writhing against each other -- but every movement we make seems to tangle us
closer until we're pressed together shoulder to knee.
"Harry, you've got to move," Cedric groans.
I try to shift and just end up flat atop him. A moment later I become aware of
the source of Cedric's anxiety: he's hard.
"Cedric?" I question softly. Do I want to know why he's hard? I'm certainly not
hard. Terror has a way of robbing me of an erection.
His hands slide across my back pressing against my lower back, pinning me to
him. "Nervous?" he asks, voice low.
Have I entered an alternate universe? Did he just wiggle against me? What the
hell is going on?
"Why would I be nervous?" I reply, hoping my voice isn't as shaky as I feel.
"Are you a virgin, Harry?"
"What?" Now I know my voice squeaked.
"We're stuck here," Cedric begins, his tone of voice implying I'm being
unreasonable. "We might as well make the best of it."
He's...he wants to...what?
"And 'making the best of it' means...." I trail off, my face coloring with
embarrassment. I know he wants me given how hard he is, but really, how can he?
"You're very attractive, Harry." The hand at the small of my back slips under
the waistband of my trousers. I jerk forward in reaction, making him smile.
His other hand moves to the side of my face. I want to move away, but am
trapped both by him and the hedge. What am I doing? What is he doing?
"Are...are you having me on?" I manage, though I will admit that it's difficult
to think with his fingers caressing my arse like that.
"Oh no," he says, dark menace in his voice. "I do find you attractive." He
clutches my arse cheek and squeezes. "Still want to make the best of our
situation?"
He still wants to shag me? Now? Here?
The hand on my face pats my cheek. "You are a virgin, aren't you?"
I nod stupidly. I'm fourteen and repressed, of course I'm a virgin.
"I can make it gentle," he whispers.
"We...we should try to get free," I protest.
"Do you really want to?" he murmurs. His hand slips under the waistband of my
trousers, tracing my cleft.
"I...we...." He silences me with a kiss.
What is he playing at? We're supposed to be searching for the Cup, not doing
this, whatever this is.
When he pulls back, he smiles at me. His smile makes me nervous. It's predatory
and I'm the prey.
I don't notice he's moved his hands again until he takes both mine and pins
them behind my back. A twist of our bodies -- which would be much more graceful
in the air on brooms -- and I'm lying beneath him, my hands trapped under me.
My voice escapes me when he undoes my trousers. My breath leaves in a gasp when
he tugs my pants down. I finally am able to speak when he grabs my cock.
"Cedric! Stop!"
His smile worries me more. "Haven't you done this with Weasley?" Horrified, I
shake my head. Touch Ron this way? Bloody hell. "With Granger?" Hermione? I
shake my head more fervently. "So you've never been touched?" He sounds
delighted.
I'm torn between reluctant arousal and horror as his fingers slide down my
length to cup my balls.
Resigning myself to what he'll do -- he has me pinned and my wand is now
tangled in the hedge -- I close my eyes. What he's doing feels good even if
it's wrong. And it is wrong. Right?
"Ah, Harry, you're so sweet," he murmurs. There's a rustling as he undoes his
own trousers. The hedge seems to accommodate him, loosening enough for him to
maneuver.
Sweet? I can't say that anyone has ever described me as sweet. I wonder what
he's been smoking.
His finger enters me. It hurts -- I won't deny that -- but there is also an odd
pleasure that comes with it. After a moment, he slips his finger out.
Rather than spread my legs and enter me as I expected, he grips my cock again.
With a deep groan, he shifts so he can rub our cocks together, gripping them
both in one hand and stroking. I want to be horrified, but it feels good.
The hedge shivers and I can see the dark sky when I look up. Is it relaxing
because of what Cedric is doing? It had encompassed us so fully that all I
could see was green.
Cedric groans and thrusts downward toward me. The motion makes me gasp with
sudden arousal. I rock upward in reaction.
"Oh, Harry," he whispers.
Now, with our increased motion, the hedge parts further. Though I find it hard
to believe, the hedge seems to be reacting to what we're doing. Perverted
hedge.
Cedric begins stroking us faster. His resulting moan reverberates through me,
as does one of my own.
"Harry, I'm going to come," he rasps, his grip tightening. "I want you to come,
too." I don't know if I'm embarrassed or something else.
At Cedric's first guttural groans and the accompanying thrusts and come, I
come. I'm flushed red like Ron usually does, but I come, coating Cedric's hand.
He uses his free hand to stroke my cheek, coaxing me to open my eyes. I hadn't
realized I'd closed them.
"Thank you," he murmurs.
I'm not surprised when he bends to kiss me. It seems like the natural thing to
do if you've just wanked someone.
I don't know what to do. Well, other than a cleaning charm.
"Cedric? Could you clean us up, yeah?" Drying come is not comfortable. He
blinks, then smiles.
With a shock, I realize the hedge isn't trapping us any longer. It's released
us entirely, retreating to its dormant state.
Cedric casts the appropriate cleaning spells before standing. As he does up his
trousers, I scramble up and right my own clothing. I can still feel my face
burning.
When we're both dressed, Cedric reaches down to cup my chin, forcing me to look
at him. "You okay?"
I didn't know I could blush even more than I already was. "Yeah."
In the distance, the hedge shifts, a strong breeze shooting down the alley
toward us.
The Cup.
I look over at Cedric, who releases my chin and grins down at me.
"Best man and all?" I ask.
"Yeah," he replies.
And we run.
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