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Minisinoo Aorist Subjunctive 01 - Nature & Destiny
Minisinoo Aorist Subjunctive 01 - Nature & Destiny
Chapter 1: Queer
Chapter 2: Crush
Chapter 3: Time-Turner
Chapter 4: Virgin
Chapter 5: Intrigue
Chapter 6: Task
Chapter 7: Masks
Chapter 8: Truth
Chapter 9: Mates
Chapter 1: Queer
Cedric, 1986-1995
Cedric first knew he was different at eight when he
remarked to his father that the tall Scottish boy he'd
met at his first junior Quidditch practice was quite fit.
His father glanced down at him with a frown that was
half amused, half bemused, and ruffled his hair.
"Boys don't call other boys 'fit,' Ced. Oliver's
certainly a bloody good flyer, but, well, he's not a girl,
y'know."
Queer.
Queer.
Hadn't died.
"Fat lot of good that does us," came the sharp reply.
"Peter -- "
"I wasn't!"
"Don't lie."
Scott let him go, but the blue eyes were still cold.
"I'd've traded you for him any day, me."
Hermione's Time-Turner.
He snatched it.
"Yes, professor."
"Idle curiosity."
Or Harry Potter.
After a while, the tight thrumming inside his chest
lessened and the knot in the pit of his stomach
unclenched. He wasn't relaxed, but he wasn't ready
to fall apart either, and in a splendid irony, he now
had a hard-on. Bloody hell. He raised his head.
There certainly wasn't anybody around; the
courtyard was dark and completely empty. So he let
his head fall back and his hand slide inside his robe
to press the heel of it against the front of his
trousers, rubbing up and down. This was the only
sex he was going to get tonight, and if he normally
did his best to beat down and exhaust his body until
he didn't want so badly -- well, tomorrow loomed and
would it be so damn awful if he dreamed a little
tonight? He rubbed the heel of his hand harder,
then reached up with his fingers to the top of the zip.
He nearly leapt out of his skin and actually fell off the
bench, looking around wildly for the voice. It couldn't
be who he thought it was -- could it? He was
dreaming.
"Cedric!"
"About what?"
"Cho guessed."
"Why?"
"Was it bad?"
He cut off.
The truth hit him like a sucker punch, or a kick to the
balls, hard and fast and shocking, followed by a
sluice of ice water. He stood frozen. "I'm dead," he
said softly. "In your time, I'm dead. I must be. Or
you wouldn't be here asking this me questions you
could ask that me." Harry's face was shocked, as if
Cedric had made the leap faster than he'd
anticipated. Cedric trailed off and slid down right out
of Harry's embrace. His legs simply wouldn't hold
him up. "How?" he asked.
"Us?"
And Harry let him, even turned his head to the side
to grant him easier access.
Harry glared. "I mean I'm not ... I'm not built like
you." He glared down at his chest showing pale
beneath the unbuttoned white shirt. "I'm scrawny."
Still grinning, Cedric just shook his head. "I doubt
you'll stay that way. You're going to have broad
shoulders" -- he touched them inside Harry's shirt --
"and be built thicker than me. You're just not there
yet." That reminded him, yet again, of the difference
in their ages, which worried him for other reasons.
Frowning, he ran his palms over Harry's chest. "Are
you sure about this?"
"I'll still be there. It's still me. Well, sort of. You'll
have to take your time. That me has a crush on Cho
Chang, but I'll get over it. Be patient. I'll still like
girls. But yeah, I think maybe I like boys, too -- at
least I like you." He squeezed Cedric, who
squeezed him back. "And you've got friends. Talk to
them."
"That's the me they think they know. It's not the real
me. They wouldn't like the real me."
"But -- "
"Hey -- I know how I'd react, don't I? It's me. Just
younger. I'll be surprised. It might take me a bit to
get my head around it, but more because I never
guessed, never really thought about it. Out in the
Muggle World, it's not as badly regarded, all right?
It's not that they're all accepting or anything, but I
didn't learn to think about it the way you obviously
did. I'm not going to hate you, or make fun. And I
wouldn't tell a soul."
"You're welcome."
"Did I?"
Cedric turned his head to look at Harry, who was
looking back, green eyes wide. "I . . . dunno," Cedric
replied. "I suppose. I mean, it's not exactly the
same, so the same definitions can't apply, can they?
But . . . yeah. Yeah, I think you did."
Chapter 5: Intrigue
"Why you?"
It was empty.
"I find it more likely that he's our Death Eater than
Alastor. Think, Cedric. How could Harry have come
back --"
"Yes, sir."
Chapter 6: Task
"Who?"
It was empty.
"Look at him!"
"We watch. They will send people for us, no? Into
maze. And they will take Harry back to castle. More
easier to ambush Moody there."
Chapter 8: Truth
"I owe you for that. And Krum." Harry waited, but
Cedric didn't reply, so he went on. "The funeral's
tomorrow, before the students leave." He was a bit
amazed at his own level tone, but he'd done his
crying already. Now, he felt mostly numb. He wasn't
sure it had fully sunk in yet that Albus Dumbledore
was dead.
"I got him killed," Cedric said, hanging his head, face
all twisted up with self-loathing.
"Cedric, you did the best you could do. Crouch has
been planning this for almost a year. How could it
be your fault that Crouch murdered Dumbledore?"
"No."
"Who, then?"
"I'm gay."
"Or that's the word you called it," Cedric went on.
"I'm queer -- a poofter. You said 'gay' was nicer."
Cedric smiled.
Chapter 9: Mates
"You're welcome."
"I don't care. This is your town. Why don't you show
me what Muggles have for entertainment? I'm at
your mercy, Harry."
In more ways than one.
End