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Who Wants Some Slush?

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WARNING: See first chapter.
�Speech�

�Thoughts�

= Flashback =
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Chapter 4: Who Wants Some Slush?
The three children left Draco�s room and went down to the dinning hall. There they found their parents and Sir Harold already seated. They were all sitting around a long rectangular table. Mr. Malfoy was sitting at the head of the table, his wife to his right and Sir Harold to his left. Beside Sir Harold was James, and beside him was Lily.
�Ah, there they are now,� Lucius said as Draco walked up to the table and sat down beside his mother.
�Harry, Sammy, wouldn�t you kids like to sit beside your new friend?� Sir Harold asked before Harry and Sammy could walk around the table to sit beside their mother.
After glancing at their parents - who nodded, though reluctantly - Harry and Sammy walked up towards Draco and sat down in the last two seats beside the blonde, with Harry sitting beside Draco and Sammy beside Harry.
Dinner at the Malfoy�s was, to Harry and Sammy at least, the same as every other dinner they had gone to; boring. For the duration of the meal the only people who talked were Sir Harold and Mr. Malfoy. Sir Harold would occasionally try to engage the two boys in a conversation between each other. But it always ended up with either boy saying things like: �Yes Sir�, �That�s right�, or �It was okay� before falling quiet again.
After the fifth time this happened, Harry began wondering why his grandfather was trying so hard to make him and Draco become friends, not that he was complaining. It was just that Harry would have preferred to strike up a conversation with Draco without their parents and Harry�s sister and grandfather in the room. Of course, sitting so close to Draco, Harry felt like doing something else besides talking.
Before Harry�s train of thought could get carried away, a new conversation caught his attention.
�Maybe my grandson and your son will pick up were you and James should never have dropped off,� said Sir Harold.
�What did that mean?� Harry wondered. �Dad and this guy were friends once? I thought I knew all of his old school friends. How come I�ve never heard of him before now?�
It was these kinds of questions and thoughts that kept running through Harry�s head throughout the entire dinner. When the leftovers of desert were finally carried away, James announced that he was taking his family home.
�Don�t be silly James,� said Sir Harold. �We can�t leave now. I�m sure these kids would like to get better acquainted with one another.�
�They can get better acquainted at school tomorrow,� said Lily as she, her husband and kids all got up from the table.
�I don�t think I�m ready to leave yet either,� Sir Harold added, as if Lily had never spoken.
�That�s alright,� Lily said, not missing a beat. �I�m sure Lucius won�t mind seeing that you reach your own Manor safely,� she said and then lead her husband and kids out of the Manor.
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When they got home, Harry went into his room, changed into his night clothes and tried, without much success, to get to sleep. He tossed and he turned but sleep just wouldn�t come. He felt too wide-awake and alert to fall asleep now.
A half an hour later, when Harry�s eyes were finally starting to droop, he suddenly felt something pressing down on his bed. Sitting up abruptly on his bed, Harry found himself staring into grey eyes. But these weren�t just any grey eyes. There eyes bore into him with a look akin to passion and desire. The person staring at him - a guy, Harry realized - had silver blond hair that fell loosely just above his eyebrows. He was dressed in a red T-shirt that clung to his muscular chest and brown baggy cargo pants that made Harry want to rip them off.
�Draco?� Harry found himself asking, unsure of what was going on.
Without answering, Draco pulled the blanket off of Harry, reveling that the shorter boy was only wearing a white T-shirt and midnight blue boxers. With a faint smile appearing on his lips, Draco started crawling towards Harry until their faces were inches apart.
�You are gorgeous,� was all he said.
�Draco, what are you doing here?� Harry whispered as his heart started beating rapidly at the thought of Draco Malfoy in his bed.
�I�ve come to help you,� the blonde purred.
�Help me with what?�
A mischievous grin appeared on Draco�s face before he leaned in and kissed Harry on the lips. When Harry gasped as their lips met, Draco took full advantage by slipping his tongue into the shorter boy�s mouth. Then, as he started sucking on Harry�s tongue, Draco leaned the raven-haired teen back down on the bed. Slowly, Harry started responding to the kiss only to have Draco break the connection a second later, causing the boy beneath him to whimper.
�Don�t worry,� Draco whispered in Harry�s ear. �I have more planned for us besides a simple kiss.�
With that promise, Draco trailed his hand until the reached the bottom of Harry�s shirt before starting to pull the piece of fabric over Harry�s head. Being too shocked, and at the same time too excited, Harry just stared at the boy on top of him as his shirt was being lifted up over his head.
�Absolutely gorgeous,� the blonde said before sitting up and removing his own shirt.
When Draco�s shirt was gone and tossed onto the floor, he leaned back down and started kissing Harry�s neck. Harry shivered at the touch and started running his fingers through Draco�s silky hair.
He was in ecstasy.
Managing to take off his pants in mere seconds, both boys were now left in just their boxers. Harry could feel Draco getting harder by the second as the blonde grind his hips against Harry�s. Then Draco started kissing the shorter, moving his lips lower and lower, licking and kissing his way down until his tongue stroked Harry�s member.
Harry chocked out a moan at the contact, trying desperately not to scream out at the unfamiliar, but erotic sensations rushing throughout his body. He wanted more of this and it seemed to him that Draco wanted more as well as the blonde wrapped his slender fingers around Harry�s member and started caressing it. He had to grip his sheets tightly as Draco licked along the shaft, twirled his tongue around the tip, before his lips wrapped around Harry�s cock. Slowly sliding it in as far as it would go and then sucking on it lightly as he brought it back out again, Draco was slowly driving Harry crazy. He had never felt this way before. Draco was teasing him endlessly, but Harry enjoyed it and wanted more.
That was when Draco suddenly stopped.
�Why�d you stop for?� Harry asked, as his breathing became erratic.
�It�s my turn,� he said as he climbed on top of Harry, who noticed that Draco�s boxers were now gone, revealing the most pleasant sight of Draco�s hardened member.
�But I�ve never-� Harry began saying before he was cut off.
�Shh�� Draco said as he turned Harry on his side. �Do you want me inside you?� The blonde asked as he caressed the other boy�s leg.
�Yes, I do,� Harry breathed out before he even realized what he was saying.
�Good,� moaned Draco, �because you have no idea how badly I want to be inside you.�
Putting one of his fingers in his mouth, Draco coated it with his saliva. Then he lowered his hand down to Harry�s arse and slid his coated finger inside Harry�s entrance. A second later, another finger was added before scissoring Harry�s entrance. Moaning at this new sensation, Harry closed his eyes as Draco prepared him. He knew what was about to happen, and Harry became more excited just thinking about it. Draco would have him, be the first to give him this kind of pleasure.
When he believed Harry was ready, Draco withdrew his fingers and held onto Harry�s waist before slowly sliding his length into Harry�s waiting hole. As he moved his hips back and forth, Draco lowered his head down and started kissing and sucking on Harry�s neck. Then he reached his hand around Harry�s waist and wrapped his fingers over Harry�s shaft. His grip was firm as he started slowly caressing it.
Wanting to take it slow, Draco found himself losing control at the moaning sounds Harry was making. Finally getting carried away, Draco began pumping faster inside the panting boy, his caressing fingers quickening in time with each thrust. As Draco continued riding him, Harry reached up his hand and started stroking his fingers through the blonde�s hair.
Biting his lip, Harry felt like he was about to explode and knew Draco felt the same way. The blonde�s was starting to groan with each thrust as his pace quickened. Harry turned his head to face his lover and planted his lips against Draco�s. Their tongues battled each other in a heated kiss when Harry suddenly came in Draco�s hand. Squeezing his entrance as his seed spilled over the blonde�s fingers, Draco found his own release inside Harry a second later. Both boys groaned into their kiss as they rode out their climax, with the blonde stroked Harry�s leaking member and Draco emptying his seed inside the shorter boy�s heated body.
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Moments later, two boys - who lived a fair distance away from one another - woke up feeling extremely satisfied. That is until they realized that what they had just experienced was in fact just a dream.
�Damn,� they both in disappointment said as looked down at their soiled sheets.
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The next morning when Harry was sitting at the breakfast table, having breakfast with his family, he noticed that his mother and father weren�t their normal humorous selves. This always seemed to happen whenever Sir Harold came over so Harry wasn�t worried. Once things settled down a bit, Harry everything will be back to normal.
Just as Harry was finishing up his breakfast, the doorbell rang. �I�ll get it,� he said, guessing that it was Hermione.
Harry got up from his chair, grabbed his backpack, and opened the door to find not Hermione, but a short stocky man who was wearing a black tuxedo and a hat. He basically looked like a chauffeur.
�Mr. Potter, I presume,� the man said.
Looking up at the man in shock, Harry merely nodded.
�Your ride to school,� the man said gesturing outside.
Looking to where the man was pointing, Harry spotted a silver Hurst sitting in the street in front of his house.
�You�re going to drive me to school in that?� Harry asked, pointing at the car.
�Yes Sir,� the man said as he folded his hands in front of himself.
�Why?�
�It was at the request of young Master Malfoy.�
�You mean Draco?�
�Yes,� the chauffeur said simply.
Harry�s heart started racing in his chest. He could now see the boy of his dreams sitting in the Hurst, looking up at him. Harry, too stunned to move, stood at the doorway until his father came up behind him.
�Hey kiddo,� James said. �Where�s Hermione? Isn�t she getting a ride from us today?�
�It is at the request that young Mr. Potter accompany young Master Malfoy to school today,� the chauffeur said.
�Huh?�
�Draco wants to take me to school,� said Harry, translating the chauffeur for his father.
�Oh,� James said with a frown as he finally spotted the Hurst parked in front of his house.
�Come along Mr. Potter,� the chauffeur said before starting to walk away.
�Harry, you don�t have to go with him if you don�t want to,� his father whispered.
�It�s okay Dad,� said Harry and then started following the chauffeur.
When Harry walked up to the car, the chauffeur opened the back seat door for him.
�Hey Draco,� he said when he sat down in the car.
�Hello,� said Draco in a pleasant smile. �I thought I�d give you a ride to school today,� he explained when the chauffeur got.
�You didn�t have to do this, you know,� Harry said, unable to resist smiling himself. �My dad usually drives me to school.�
�I know. Have you ever driven in a Hurst before?� Draco asked as the chauffeur started driving.
�A couple of times,� Harry answered. �My grandfather used to take me to dinner parties in his Hurst.�
�My father does that as well.�
�Do you mind if I ask you something, Draco?�
�No.�
�Did you know that our fathers knew each other?�
�No. And I thought I knew all of my father�s old acquaintances,� Draco pondered. �But since our father�s were friends, I think that we should be friends as well, don�t you?�
�Yes, I think we should.�
�That�s great,� Draco said, and Harry could have sworn he saw excitement in the blonde�s eyes. But thought he imagined it when it was gone a second later. �Harry, I must admit that I�m actually a little surprised you even agreed to let me take you to school today.�
�Why would you think that?� Harry asked in confusion.
�Well, you were hanging around those other kids the other day. You must know they don�t like me or my friends very much.�
�I�ve noticed that,� Harry said in a little laugh.
�Of course the feeling is mutual,� Draco added quickly, all the while noticing how nice Harry�s laughter sounded. Then vaguely wondering how it would feel to taste the other boy�s lips for real.
�Do your two groups really not like each other?� The shorter boy asked, snapping Draco out of his musings.
�Not even a little bit.�
�That�s too bad,� Harry frowned.
When they felt the car stop, both Harry and Draco looked outside the car window and noticed that they had already arrived at school. As Harry opened the door and was about to walk out, Draco held onto his arm.
�Would you like to sit with my friends and me today at lunch?� Draco asked, secretly hoping the other boy would agree. �I�d like for them to meet you,� he added quickly as not to sound too desperate.
�Okay,� smiled Harry.
�Perfect,� Draco said, smiling as well.
Only this smile was different from the others. Harry had never seen Draco smile like this before. With this smile, the blonde�s grey eyes turned almost silver and shine with delight. Harry thought it suited him and promised himself that he�d make Draco smile more often.
When Harry and Draco walked inside the school together and into their first class, they saw Professor Snape writing something on the board.
�Hullo Professor Snape,� greeted Draco.
�Mr. Malfoy,� said Professor Snape without even turning around. When he did turn around to face Draco, however, shock appeared in his eyes for a second when he spotted Harry in the classroom as well. �Mr. Potter,� he almost hissed.
�Professor Snape,� said Harry, getting a little irritated about the way the teacher looked at him. When he sat down at the desk beside Draco, Harry whispered into the blonde�s ear. �Do you think you could help me with this class? I�m not really good at it.�
�Sure,� Draco said a little too eagerly before composing himself again. �I mean, I�m sure I could help you. This is my best class.�
�Good,� Harry said in relief. �Because I don�t like the way this teacher keeps looking at me. I feel like if I do one thing wrong, he�ll jump over the table and strangle me to death.�
Unable to help himself as the sudden image popped into his head, Draco started laughing. This caused Professor Snape to turn around and stare at them both. As Draco was trying to calm down, Hermione and Ron walked into the classroom and froze. Harry smiled and waved at them, who in return hesitantly waved back.
�You know,� smiled Draco. �Now I�ll never get that picture out of my head.�
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The rest of the morning was, for the most part, just as their classes had gone before, except for the fact that Harry sat with Draco for every class. When it was lunchtime, Draco introduced Harry to the rest of his friends who, to Harry, didn�t seem as unpleasant as his other friends had made them out to be.
�Hey Harry,� Harry heard someone say behind them. When he turned around, he saw Hermione standing by him with a slight frown on her face. �Do you mind if I talk to you for a second?�
�No, not at all,� he said and then turned to his new friends. �I�ll be right back,� he said before following Hermione.
�Oh darn. Now we�ve lost him for sure,� said Pansy with a fake frown on her face.
�I wouldn�t be too sure about that,� said Draco as he watched Harry and Hermione turn a corner, missing the irritated look on Pansy�s face.
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After Harry and Hermione turned the corner, Harry was slightly shocked as he found himself standing face to � face(s) with all of the friends he had made the day before.
�Are you alright Harry?� Lavender asked hurriedly.
�Did they force you to join them?� Pavarti asked a second later.
�Did they threaten you?� Padma asked a second after her sister, neither of the girls giving Harry a chance to answer the previous question.
�Yes, no and no,� laughed Harry as he answered their questions. �Draco asked me to meet his friends. They�re actually kind of nice.�
�Draco?� Ron asked skeptically.
�Yes, Draco,� Harry smiled. �They�re not what you think; Tom is as nice as you said, but Blaise is too and so is Theodore. And Crabbe and Goyle do know what their names� are. The only person, I don�t like is Pansy. She keeps looking at me funny.�
�You�re not � friends with them, are you?� Ron asked, looking a little agitated.
�Yeah, I guess I am,� Harry shrugged, not seeing the big deal.
�Harry, I don�t think that�s a good idea,� warned Hermione. �They can be really mean and devious when they don�t get what they want.�
�Yeah, they get you into a false sense of security. And then right when you think you can trust them� WHAM! They stick a big knife in you�re back,� said Ron, slamming his fist in his hand as he said �WHAM�.
�I think you guys just see a reputation. They�re actually really nice, all except Pansy, I mean.�
�If you say so, Harry,� the red-head said in defeat, �but don�t say we didn�t warn you?�
At that, all of them left Harry standing where he was, pondering their warning. When he was finally about to leave, he turned the corner to meet up with his new friends, and bumped into someone. Looking up to apologize, Harry�s words got lost when he a familiar face looked down at him.
�Cedric!� Harry nearly yelled, surprised to see someone here from his old school here.
�Hey Harry,� smiled Cedric, an almost dreamy look on his face as he leaned his hand on the wall over Harry�s shoulder. �It�s nice to finally get a chance to talk to you alone. Why didn�t you reply to any of my letters?�
�You know exactly why, Cedric,� snapped Harry as he narrowed his eyes at the older boy.
�Harry, I know what happened between us before I left was kind of � unfortunate. But I was hoping that you would forgive me so we could get back to the way things were before,� Cedric said as he used his other hand to stroke Harry�s shoulder.
�Cedric, the way things were before is exactly what I don�t want to have,� Harry said, shrugging the hand away and backing up a bit.
�It�s Malfoy, isn�t it?� Cedric asked, starting to get a little angry. �I saw the way you were staring at him yesterday at lunch. Don�t try to deny it.�
�It�s none of your business who I stare at Cedric � not anymore.�
�Of course it is,� Cedric said as anger flashed in his eyes and he took a step closer to Harry. When Harry took another step back, Cedric calmed back down and sighed. �What happened between us, Harry? We used to be so good together.�
Harry was shocked to heard Cedric�s question. He knew perfectly well what had happened between them and was sure Cedric knew as well.
= Flashback
It was about a year ago. Harry was assigned a tutor to help him with his science work since he was so terrible at it. His tutor turned out to be Cedric Diggory, a very smart, very handsome, and very popular, golden-haired, sixteen year old at Stonewall High. Harry was told that he would be taking extra lessons from Cedric until his grades were brought up, something Harry didn�t mind one bit since it meant getting away from Dudley and his gang during that time.
After a week tutoring with Cedric, Harry had in fact been improving in his science class. By the end of one of their tutoring sessions - held at Cedric�s house upstairs in his room - Harry began packing away his books when Cedric revealed his feeling to Harry.
�Harry, I have something to tell you,� he said as he got up from his bed and walked over to Harry, who was sitting at Cedric�s desk.
�What is it?� Harry asked seeing the worried expression on Cedric�s face as the older boy kneeled down beside him. �What�s wrong?�
�Nothing�s wrong. It�s just� I just� I have a confession to make,� the teen stuttered.
�Okay. What is it?� Harry asked naively.
�I think I�m falling in love with you,� the golden-haired teen said in a rush.
Too stunned to say anything, Harry just gasped. Taking full advantage of his crush�s shock, Cedric leaned in and kissed Harry on the lips. It wasn�t an innocent kiss either; Cedric had used Harry�s surprise against him and slipped his tongue in Harry�s mouth to deepen the kiss.
Harry had never been kissed before and found that he rather enjoyed it. He had always thought that Cedric was handsome, but he was still surprised to find out how much he liked Cedric, a boy, kissing him. Cedric, on the other hand, had apparently been dreaming about Harry ever since the younger boy had started going to Stonewall Middle School, a small connection to the high school.
But it wasn�t surprising, not with those bright green eyes - hidden behind adorable round glasses - that uncontrollable and wild hair, and those soft kissable lips that always just drove Cedric crazy with desire.
Cedric�s passion soon grew as their kiss continued. He was now reaching his hand up underneath Harry�s shirt. But just as his fingers caressed Harry�s back, the front door to the house opened and Cedric heard his mother calling to him from downstairs. Annoyed, Cedric pulled away from Harry and cursed.
Harry�s heart was pounding like crazy when Mr. Diggory opened Cedric�s bedroom door and walked inside. �Hey you guys,� beamed Cedric�s dad. �Harry your mum�s waiting for you outside.�
�Okay,� said Harry as he picked up his backpack.
�See you tomorrow, Harry,� said Cedric as Harry left Cedric�s room. From that moment on Harry�s tutoring session consisted of fewer and fewer actual tutoring and more and more snogging.
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It was the day before Christmas holiday that found Cedric and Harry in Cedric�s room, sitting on his bed, snogging. As what happens with most of their snogging sessions, Cedric started bringing his hand underneath Harry�s shirt. And as what Harry normally does when this happens, the shorter teen grabbed onto Cedric�s hand and entwined their fingers together.
�Harry, I have something to tell you,� said Cedric as he broke their kiss.
�Okay,� said Harry, biting his already kiss-swollen lips. �Is there something wrong?�
�Yes Harry�. I�m moving.�
�You�re what?� Harry asked, surprised that he wasn�t as disappointed as he should have been.
�My dad decided to start up a new business with a friend of his and now we have to move to another town.�
�That�s too bad. When will you be leaving?�
�The movers will be coming a week from today.�
�That�s so soon.�
�I know�,� Cedric frowned. Then he leaned down and started kissing Harry�s neck.
When Harry brought his hand up and started caressing his fingers through Cedric�s hair, Cedric leaned Harry back onto the bed. He then took his free hand and started unzipping Harry�s pants.
�What are you doing?� Harry gasped out as he tried to move Cedric�s hand away.
�I want you, Harry,� Cedric moaned before using one of his hands to pin Harry�s hands above the shorter teen�s head. �Before I leave here, I want to truly be with you,� he said and locked his lips onto Harry�s before reaching his free hand down Harry�s pants.
Harry struggled, trying to get out from underneath Cedric, but the older boy was too strong for him.
�Why are you struggling?� Cedric asked angrily as he broke the kiss. �Don�t you want to be with me?�
�No!� Harry yelled as he continued to struggle. �Now get off of me!�
Before Cedric could respond to Harry�s outburst, Harry slipped one of his hands out of Cedric�s grip and punched him in the face. When Cedric fell off of the bed, Harry jumped to his feet and ran out of the room.
End Flashback =
That was the last day that Harry had seen Cedric, and he was glad for it. Harry had hoped that he would never have to see Cedric again. But here he was, at Hogwarts, wanting another chance.
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A/N: Don�t mind Cedric, he only suffers from OOC syndrome when he�s around Harry ... or thinking about Harry. As some of you may know, there won�t be any real action, as in non-dreamlike action, until later on in the story.
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