'Never Say Never'

Harry closed the door to the prefects bathroom behind him when he realized the bath was already drawn, and there was someone already there. He stood, frozen to the spot, not sure what to do, scared of what would happen if one of the prefects decided he shouldn’t be in there.

But as he looked closer, he found he recognized the broad shoulders and curly light brown hair. Cedric Diggory was in the bath. Just as Harry was about to try to leave, Cedric turned. “Harry?”

“I’ll- er - just … go.” Harry turned around.

“Harry wait,” Cedric said. “If you’re in here to open the egg, you should do it. The task is coming close and you shouldn’t wait on my account.”

Harry blushed. The rational part of his brain was telling him that it was good that Cedric was here. He had already figured out the clue and Cedric would certainly help him with the clue, seeing as they had a sort of tentative alliance.

But Cedric was also very handsome, and very naked, and older than Harry. Harry was everything Cedric was not, which is to say short, scrawny, and Immature. Merlin, Cedric was beautiful. Harry could not get in the bath with him. Cedric wouldn’t like the way he looked. Cedric would be disgusted by his ribs sticking out a little bit, by his knobby knees and elbows, by the fact that his body hair was sparse and patchy and oddly straight.

Harry also didn’t want to offend Cedric so he tentatively undressed, turning his back to Cedric, and holding the towel he’d brought over his bits until he couldn’t anymore if he wanted the towel to stay dry. He sunk into the water as far away from Cedric as he could while still being close enough talk to him.

Harry picked up his egg and went to open it, but Cedric lunged at him, yelling “No!”.

Cedric’s hand clasped around Harry’s and Harry imagined his face must be the color of an over ripe tomato. He felt the heat rise to his cheeks. Cedric also seemed a bit embarrassed by his outburst, he took his hand away from Harry’s and said calmly “You have to open it under the water.”

Harry didn’t know if he could get redder, half of the blood in his body was in his cheeks, and the other half was somewhere between his knees and his navel. Going under the water would mean that he would see what was between Cedric’s quidditch player thighs.

He gulped and tried to avoid this by opening the egg underwater but staying above it himself. Cedric chuckled and closed the egg.

“I don’t think you’ll be able to hear them from up here, Harry.”

“I-I” Harry wasn’t sure what he was about to say, instead he resolved to just do it, He would try not to look at Cedric “Ok.”

Harry took in a deep breath and ducked under the water. His glasses were surprisingly clear under the water, they had been beginning to fog up. Harry broke his first rule about bathing with Cedric: Don’t look at Cedric. Thankfully he was sitting sideways, so he couldn’t really see a lot, but it was enough.

A happy trail of brown, curled hair ran from his navel into his pubic hair. Harry could see just the base of his penis but it fell into the gap between his thighs, so he couldn’t see the whole thing. Cedric’s ass was well defined, he had rippling abs, and thick, muscled thighs. Harry was thankful he was holding his breath already, or he would have forgotten how to breath.

Open the egg, Harry. He coaxed himself. Just look away from Cedric and open the egg.

She didn’t want that picture to be private. The photographer, who is her friend and announced to the world that she had taken pics of them months ago, was asked to post this very NOT private picture of a very NOT private fake couple.

If you want to continue to believe, I can’t stop you, but please, please, please stop making comments that let your ignorance shine through. 

i was a freshman in college and i had this history teacher who was ~edgy~ and his hotness level on ratemyprofessor was off the charts and he was the first teacher i ever heard use the word “fuck.” anyway he would do this thing every so often where we’d have a “quiz” and the first two questions were always really easy and the last one was hard - they were all similar questions, and the point was to show what you learn about history and what you don’t. 

so one day he’s like okay kids time for a quiz and the first question was who killed abraham lincoln. the second question was who killed JFK. third question was who killed william mckinley. 

we all take a few minutes and write down our answers, and then the teacher asks the questions again so we can shout out the answers. everybody answered the first two with really no problem.

now, keep in mind that this class was at 9 a.m. and i was exhausted All The Time during my freshman year of college so i sat in the back in my sweats and never said a word and the teacher definitely had no clue who i was. 

so you can imagine his surprise when he asked the class who shot william mckinley and without missing a beat i said, “czolgosz,” pronounced correctly and everything. 

my teacher froze and in a very stern voice asked, “what was that? what did someone just say?”

i repeated: czolgosz.

my teacher: “who said that?”

i raised my hand, and my super cool history teacher glared at me. he then asked me how the hell i knew the answer. he said that in the TWENTY YEARS he’d been teaching this stupid class, nobody, not A SINGLE PERSON, had ever known the answer to that question.