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bedlamsbardTitle: Flight
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Fandom: Harry Potter
Characters: Cedric Diggory/Oliver Wood, Charlie Weasley
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 644
Summary: “You know what else is fantastic?” Cedric grins. “The way Quidditch turns you on.”
Author's Notes: Takes place in the same universe as "Lust" and "Figuring Strategies."
Disclaimer: Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Cedric’s exploring the camp, curious, when he sees Oliver Wood talking animatedly with a red-haired someone he recognizes as Charlie Weasley, who graduated the year Cedric came to Hogwarts. All he remembers of Charlie is that he was one hell of a flier, good enough to give Harry Potter a run for his money.
Oliver sees Cedric and waves him over, practically bouncing up and down with enthusiasm. “Hey, Cedric!” he says cheerfully. “You know Charlie Weasley, right? Charlie, this is Cedric Diggory, he plays Seeker for Hufflepuff. He’s Captain, too.” He beams, and Cedric thinks he hasn’t seen Oliver this happy since Gryffindor won the Cup.
Charlie grins at him. “Seeker, huh?” he says. “And a Hufflepuff. Are you any good?”
Cedric opens his mouth, but Oliver cuts in before he can say anything. “Only decent member of the team,” he says. ‘It’s a pity he’s a Hufflepuff; he doesn’t have a chance at the Cup.”
“Hey,” Cedric says mildly. “I like being in Hufflepuff.”
“Poor sod; he’s not in his right mind,” Oliver confides to Charlie and the other Gryffindor laughs.
“At least I’m not a raving lunatic,” Cedric points out, and Charlie laughs again.
“Keep at it, Diggory, Hufflepuff still has time to get somewhere.” He claps Oliver on the shoulder, grins at Cedric, and Apparates away.
Oliver grabs Cedric by the arm and pulls him behind the nearest tent. “Hey,” he says, close and in Cedric’s face. “Guess what?”
Cedric’s too bothered by Oliver’s proximity to think clearly, so all he can manage to say is, “What?”
“I just signed with the Puddlemere United reserve team!” Oliver announces, face lit up.
“That’s fantastic,” Cedric says, curling his fingers in the sleeves of Oliver’s sweater. “Seriously.”
“Isn’t it?” Oliver laughs, bright and happy.
“You know what else is fantastic?” Cedric grins. “The way Quidditch turns you on.”
Oliver’s cheeks flush scarlet. “Well, it’s a good thing we’re at the World Cup, then,” he says, and leans forward to kiss Cedric.
Cedric wraps one hand around the back of Oliver’s neck and pulls him in, feeling Oliver’s fingers splay out against his waist. He and Oliver are of a height now; Cedric slants his head to one side for a better angle and breathes in the wind and ash wood scent of Oliver. He always smells like Quidditch, like flying; he can’t keep out of the air for more than a day before going crazy. It’s the devotion that Cedric doesn’t quite have; there’s one like that every seven years or so and Oliver’s just passed out of Hogwarts’ radar.
Oliver also has clever, clever Keeper’s fingers, which are slipping lower and lower on Cedric’s waist. Cedric tilts his head back, biting off a moan as Oliver’s fingers brush lightly over his cock through his jeans. Oliver presses him back against the wall of the tent, tongue moving over the line of Cedric’s neck and hard body rubbing against him. Cedric keeps his mouth on Oliver’s forehead, slides his fingers up against Oliver’s shortcut black hair to feel Oliver’s skull beneath his hands.
The owner of the tent bangs around the corner with his wand in his hand. “Oh, not a lot of bloody kids,” he says. He raises his wand as Oliver scrambles back from Cedric and Cedric stumbles toward him. “You lot! Clear off, now! Go find somewhere else for a snog and a shag.”
“Sorry,” Cedric mumbles, and Oliver wraps one hand around his wrist before he Apparates them both away.
They land in the wood in the middle of the moor, Oliver stumbling as he touches ground and pulling Cedric down on top of him. Cedric straddles him, puts one hand on Oliver’s shoulder and the other hand on the ground, and starts kissing him again.
“Diggory,” Oliver says into his mouth, and Cedric can taste the sky.
Author:
bedlamsbardFandom: Harry Potter
Characters: Cedric Diggory/Oliver Wood, Charlie Weasley
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 644
Summary: “You know what else is fantastic?” Cedric grins. “The way Quidditch turns you on.”
Author's Notes: Takes place in the same universe as "Lust" and "Figuring Strategies."
Disclaimer: Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Cedric’s exploring the camp, curious, when he sees Oliver Wood talking animatedly with a red-haired someone he recognizes as Charlie Weasley, who graduated the year Cedric came to Hogwarts. All he remembers of Charlie is that he was one hell of a flier, good enough to give Harry Potter a run for his money.
Oliver sees Cedric and waves him over, practically bouncing up and down with enthusiasm. “Hey, Cedric!” he says cheerfully. “You know Charlie Weasley, right? Charlie, this is Cedric Diggory, he plays Seeker for Hufflepuff. He’s Captain, too.” He beams, and Cedric thinks he hasn’t seen Oliver this happy since Gryffindor won the Cup.
Charlie grins at him. “Seeker, huh?” he says. “And a Hufflepuff. Are you any good?”
Cedric opens his mouth, but Oliver cuts in before he can say anything. “Only decent member of the team,” he says. ‘It’s a pity he’s a Hufflepuff; he doesn’t have a chance at the Cup.”
“Hey,” Cedric says mildly. “I like being in Hufflepuff.”
“Poor sod; he’s not in his right mind,” Oliver confides to Charlie and the other Gryffindor laughs.
“At least I’m not a raving lunatic,” Cedric points out, and Charlie laughs again.
“Keep at it, Diggory, Hufflepuff still has time to get somewhere.” He claps Oliver on the shoulder, grins at Cedric, and Apparates away.
Oliver grabs Cedric by the arm and pulls him behind the nearest tent. “Hey,” he says, close and in Cedric’s face. “Guess what?”
Cedric’s too bothered by Oliver’s proximity to think clearly, so all he can manage to say is, “What?”
“I just signed with the Puddlemere United reserve team!” Oliver announces, face lit up.
“That’s fantastic,” Cedric says, curling his fingers in the sleeves of Oliver’s sweater. “Seriously.”
“Isn’t it?” Oliver laughs, bright and happy.
“You know what else is fantastic?” Cedric grins. “The way Quidditch turns you on.”
Oliver’s cheeks flush scarlet. “Well, it’s a good thing we’re at the World Cup, then,” he says, and leans forward to kiss Cedric.
Cedric wraps one hand around the back of Oliver’s neck and pulls him in, feeling Oliver’s fingers splay out against his waist. He and Oliver are of a height now; Cedric slants his head to one side for a better angle and breathes in the wind and ash wood scent of Oliver. He always smells like Quidditch, like flying; he can’t keep out of the air for more than a day before going crazy. It’s the devotion that Cedric doesn’t quite have; there’s one like that every seven years or so and Oliver’s just passed out of Hogwarts’ radar.
Oliver also has clever, clever Keeper’s fingers, which are slipping lower and lower on Cedric’s waist. Cedric tilts his head back, biting off a moan as Oliver’s fingers brush lightly over his cock through his jeans. Oliver presses him back against the wall of the tent, tongue moving over the line of Cedric’s neck and hard body rubbing against him. Cedric keeps his mouth on Oliver’s forehead, slides his fingers up against Oliver’s shortcut black hair to feel Oliver’s skull beneath his hands.
The owner of the tent bangs around the corner with his wand in his hand. “Oh, not a lot of bloody kids,” he says. He raises his wand as Oliver scrambles back from Cedric and Cedric stumbles toward him. “You lot! Clear off, now! Go find somewhere else for a snog and a shag.”
“Sorry,” Cedric mumbles, and Oliver wraps one hand around his wrist before he Apparates them both away.
They land in the wood in the middle of the moor, Oliver stumbling as he touches ground and pulling Cedric down on top of him. Cedric straddles him, puts one hand on Oliver’s shoulder and the other hand on the ground, and starts kissing him again.
“Diggory,” Oliver says into his mouth, and Cedric can taste the sky.
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Date: 2006-06-01 04:53 am (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2007-09-05 12:13 pm (UTC)This was well written *goes to check out your other fanfics*
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Date: 2007-09-05 12:14 pm (UTC)Keep up the awesume fanfics hun!
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Date: 2007-09-06 02:24 am (UTC)