It was already 3 in the morning. Cedric and you were exhausted. Until now, you'd been making love almost nonstop, taking only brief breaks every so often. Both of you were disheveled, sweating, holding each other tightly.

The question was: how did you end up like this? Well...

**

This afternoon, Cedric had done quite well in the Quidditch match. By the time Hufflepuff finished celebrating, night had fallen. Now, he would dedicate his time entirely to you. Nothing was better for Cedric than spending the last hours of the day with his boyfriend. However, you're a boy, not a girl. You couldn't spend time together as boyfriends or show affection in public because people would call you gay. And in 1994, although they couldn't put you in jail, being gay was still frowned upon by many.

How did you solve this? Somehow, you managed to pass through Hufflepuff's entrance and cross the common room to reach Cedric's room without anyone seeing you. Luckily for both of you, Cedric had his own room for being Hufflepuff's prefect.

You talked and joked for a short time, until things heated up and within minutes you were having sex... And that's how we return to the present.

**

You checked the time again. It was late, very late. You started to reflect. You had to leave Cedric's room, cross Hufflepuff's common room again and get out of there, walk to your house's common room without the teachers noticing and reach the dormitories, hoping no one would ask where you'd been. Otherwise, if it was discovered where you'd been all night, you'd be punished for not being in your house's dormitories and your social reputation...

Cedric, seeing you distressed, raised his hand to take your cheek and caress it softly.

"[Your name], darling, is something wrong? What's worrying you?"

He murmured quietly, genuinely interested in knowing what was troubling you so much.