#Cedric diggory x male y/n

[vivirtualangel]

First Time

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pairing: cedric diggory x m!reader

genre: fluff, smut, romance

warnings: top!Cedric, bottom!reader, dom! Cedric, sub!reader, a lot of kissing

summary: you and your boyfriend, Cedric, sneak out of class to make out and have your first times together

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Your boyfriend drags you by the hand, racing up the moving stairs to sneak you into the Hufflepuff common room. The two of you skipped your herbology class, knowing the room would be empty, all of the other students in class.

He brings you over to his dormitory, taking off his robe, leaving him in his white button up and tie, and he sits on the bed. You take a moment to observe the space that your other half occupies when he's, unfortunately, not with you. You take note of the books on the nightstand, where his clothes lay, and the green blanket on his bed that doesn't match the Hufflepuff-colored room.

"What are you doing, babe?" he smirks out, pulling you close to him by the arm and bringing you into a quick smooch. You pull back, and, a mere inch away from his face, stare Cedric in his eyes, smiling and giggling almost like a lunatic, because you cannot believe that the Heartthrob of Hogwarts is who you - and only you - call your boyfriend.

"What's so funny?" he asks in response to your giggle, matching grin forming on his face.

"I just love you so much" you reply, pushing yourself forward to greet him in a wet, sloppy tongue kiss. Your saliva mixes, tongues collide as you press him against the window behind his headboard. It's a good thing that the common rooms are so high up, or else someone would be able to see the two of you from outside. Not that either of you would've minded that, though.

You passionately kiss for a few minutes, only stopping to breathe before you break away. Cedric looks at you with big, wet, puppy dog eyes, like he desperately needs more. He opens his mouth to speak but is cut off when you begin to nape and suck on his neck, forcing a sort of moan out of the taller man. You pull back, revealing a tender, bright red hickey on your boyfriend's neck.

Turning around, you slump down and rest your head on your boyfriend's shoulder, ridiculously smiling at the fact that you've marked him for everyone to see tomorrow, when suddenly you catch Cedric adjusting the waistband of his pants.

"I saw that!" you exclaim, half-joking. "Are you seriously hard right now, you perv?"

"I, um... maybe?" He responds, turning beet red from embarrassment. "You're just so hot and so good at kissing, I can't help it..."

"Well then..." you reply, sliding your hand up his shirt to rub his toned abdominal. "Maybe," you turn your head and lightly kiss his jawline, "maybe it's time we do it... make love".

Cedric turns his body so your faces are opposite another and gently places his hands behind your head to pull you into a kiss. "Are you sure? Are you ready?"

"Of course, babe," you reply. The truth is, internally you're desperate to make this step. After almost a year of dating, the two of you had never gone past giving eachother handys in the bathroom or occasionally sucking one another off if you were ever able to sneak off for half an hour. "I'm ready if you are."

"It's just... I don't really know what to do. I've never done it with a boy. Or anyone, really." He looks down, almost ashamed, and you cup the brunette's face. "It's okay, me neither. We can figure it out together."

He smiles, and puts a hand around your neck, pulling you in to a sloppy kiss. With your eyes closed, you begin to loosen his tie and unbutton his shirt, mildly struggling because you've overtaken by the make-out session. Cedric grabs you by the waist, sitting you on top of his lap, without breaking the kiss, and begins to undress you from your shirt as well. The two of you, shirtless, continue making out, your tongues dancing, while you begin to grind on your boyfriend's still-clothed crotch, causing him to break away and let out a stifled moan.

"Fuck, baby," he says between moans. "I need you so bad."

"Say less," you respond, moving your kisses down his sternum, to his chest, and taking the time to kiss around his pink nipples, all the while you're unbuckling his belt. He throws his head back, wincing at the pleasure as you kiss his toned body and pull down his trousers and underpants, revealing his rock-hard cock. You grip his cock, which was around 7 inches and thick, the perfect size, at the base and lick the underside of it, circling the head with your tongue.

"Fuuuuckkkkk-" he moaned, gripping your hair but not pulling.

You felt him stiffen up more as you put his tip in your mouth and begin slowly throating his length. With every motion, you feel his balls twitch, and he whimpers at a whispering volume. You knew he was close, and were determined to egg him on as long as possible. You begin to stroke his wet, saliva-covered cock, flicking your wrist at the tip when you come across it. Cedric starts moaning heavily, his chest rising and falling rapidly, his hips thrusting into your hand. You feel his cock pulse and twitch, desperate to cum, and remove your hand, ruining his orgasm.

"Babe, fuck, I-" You cut him off. "You can't cum until you fuck me, baby." Cedric, with puppy dog eyes, pleads: "Baby can I please fuck you now?"

"Not yet," you say, crawling up to him to leave a kiss on his cheek, "I need you to prep me first." "Prep?" He asks inquisitively. "I'm not a girl, you can't just stick it in with no preparation."

"I see..." he says, grabbing you in the crevice of your armpits. "May I?" You nod and he flips you over, so you are on your back and your head is towards the foot of the bed. Cedric sucks on his fingers, coating them with clear, thick saliva. His cold fingers make contact with the outside of your hole, causing you to wince and tense up. Slowly, he pushes his middle finger inside of you, making your back arch. He romantically shoves it in and out of you before sticking another in and making a scissor motion to loosen you up. Eventually, he presses up against your g-spot, causing you to release a loud echo-y moan. "There, baby? Does that feel good?" the brunette asks seductively. Overcome by a feeling of pleasure, the most you can stifle out is a "mmmfgh, y-yes, baby, m-more..."

Cedric continues fingering you, your own cock becoming the hardest it has ever been and leaking a large amount of precum. You reach down and grip his other hand, which has been resting near the side of your body on the bed, and arch tour back as you feel your climax about to occur. But, your boyfriend pulls his fingers out before you can and slides up to your ear- "You can't cum until I fuck you, remember?"

You let out a moan as he kisses you and begins to position himself on top of you, making eye contact with you the entire time, only turning you on more.

Suddenly, you're brought back to the day he started to call you his. It was after the Triwizard Tournament, and, although Cedric had not won, he made it out alive. You had spent the duration of the tournament helping him figure out the challenges present, cheering him on when he fought the dragon, you being the one who had suggested he take a bath when he couldn't figure out the enigmatic egg. You spent time in the library trying to find a spell book that could help him figure out a way to breathe underwater, and you hyped him up before the final challenge.

A week or so following the end of the tournament, Cedric dragged you out of dinner to talk privately in the hallway.

"Is everything okay?" you said, with genuine concern in your tone. As much as you liked him, he was your friend first and you were focused on making sure he was okay, because that's what friends are for.

"Listen," he said, "ever since the tournament ended I haven't been able to- I keep having dre-" he sighs, unable to say what he wants to. "I keep thinking, what if had been you under the water during the second challenge instead of Cho?"

"It wasnt though. But what-"

"Not the point," he cuts you off. "And whenever I would think that I would get this weird feeling in my stomach and I just-" He loosens his necktie like there's something obstructing his airway. "I just realized it means-"

"What, Cedric? What are you-"

He cut you off by grabbing the back of your neck and pulling your mouth to meet his. "It means that I like you, y/n, like, a lot," he says retracting. "And I don't know what- I've just never felt this way about a boy before." His cheeks were flushed rose, Cedric clearly feeling somewhat embarrassed.

You pulled him into a warm embrace, rubbing his back. "It's okay. I like you too, like, a lot" you say, playfully mocking him.

"Really?" he said, his chin resting on your shoulder. "Does that mean... do you wanna... would you be my boyfriend?"

"Of course," you said, pulling him out from the hug. "We should head back to dinner now, people are probably starting to worry, boyfriend." You put an arm around his shoulder and walked back to the dining hall, a big toothy grin on your face, his cheeks redder than they've ever been.

And now, you two were here, you laying on your back, in his bed, your boyfriend hovering above you, his necklaces drooping over your neck, the tip of his cock poking at the entrance of your hole.

"Are you ready?" he asks, stroking the hair by your ear. "Always," you respond. He grabs the base of his cock and slides it inside of you, him letting our a satisfied grunt and you a muffled moan. Slowly but surely, he pushes himself in and out of you, hips colliding with your ass repeatedly. He lowers himself down and starts to kiss you as he fucks you, the both of you moaning into each other's mouths. His hand rests on yours and you grip it, holding eachothers hands passionately as he fucks you.

Suddenly, you let go and arch your back, as his cock pushes against your g-spot. You let out a long moan, and he begins to leave a hickey on your neck. The pleasure feels so good, you can feel your hole tighten around his big dick, making him harder. Cedric stops sucking on your neck and starts heavily breathing into your jaw, letting you know he's close. He continues pounding inside of you, brushing against your prostate while your own cock stiffens and twitches. "Cedric- I'm-" Unable to get the words out, you wrap your arms around his shoulders and tap on his back to announce your climax. You let out a grunt as ropes of white cum plait your chest, your hole tirelessly convulsing and tightening, which only helps him get closer too. With one last pump, he whimpers into your ear and his cock twitches, releasing a huge, hot load inside of you.

"Holy shit, babe." He says, pulling out and laying next to you. "That was the best I've ever felt." He pulls you towards him and whispers in your ear: "I love you."

"I love you too," you say, taking it all in before the two of you eventually have to clean up and return to your daily activities.

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a/n: hi guys i've actually developed such a huge celebrity crush on Cedric/Robert Pattinson in general it's generally starting to negatively affect me but this man is so mf FINE! i hope you enjoy this one, it's been my favorite out of all the ones i've written (incl. drafts) 😇 lmk if you like it, leave a follow, + as always suggest more fic ideas!

[mosquego359]

One Kiss and a Quidditch Match — Prologue

Pair: Cedric Diggory x Male Slytherin Reader

Word count: 717 words

Summary of the book: You and Cedric Diggory hate each other. It has always been this way. But everything changes one night when you kiss each other at a party. Now, it seems you can’t escape each other — from being partnered up in Herbology for an important project to having to help Cedric during the Triwizard Tournament.

Summary of the chapter: Before the Quidditch Match of 1990-1991, you and Cedric never talked, never acknowledged each other's presence. But because of that loss, he hated you.

Notes: This is my first Cedric fanfic so please forgive me for any OOC moments. Also, I've changed a few things about Hogwarts like adding a couple extra holidays and new locations such as the all houses lobby on the first floor where everyone can hang out.

Content warning: There is nothing in this chapter but there is violence and cursing in the rest of the book. I may also write a few sexual scenes if people request it.

!PLEASE DO NOT REPOST ANYWHERE WITHOUT PERMISSION OR CREDITS TO ME!

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Cedric hated you. And thus, you hated him.

It was like an endless circle of hatred; one cannot hate without the other, just as flowers cannot live without bees and vice versa. Every glare from his end was met by a cocky victory smirk from you whenever your team won a quidditch game, and every time he scored a point higher than you during a test, he would flaunt his success while you would grind your teeth in frustration.

It wasn’t always this competitive. In fact, before your 2nd year, he never talked to you and you barely knew he existed. In the past, you were ghosts, walking past one another without glare or snarky remarks.

That all changed when Slytherin was up against Hufflepuff in the 1990-1991 Hogwarts�� Quidditch Tournament. At the time, Cedric had been assigned as a backup whenever the Keeper got hurt, since the team was unaware of his flying talent.

Near three quarters through the game, the current Keeper, a 6th year called Richard Chiswick, was hit by a particularly violent Bludger (no doubt a Slytherin cast a spell on it) and was forced to sit out for the rest of the match, while Cedric replaced him.

He was by no means an excellent Keeper, but he wasn’t necessarily bad either — quick reactions and a keen eye were a superb advantage for him as a Quidditch player — but one Slytherin always managed to slip in a goal even when his concentration was at its highest.

You, the prodigy Slytherin Chaser. The one who had been scoring point after point for your team. You were incredible.

You would zoom in the air, dodging Hufflepuff after Hufflepuff, Quaffle tucked under your arm. Soaring across the field, you were beauty, you were grace, and you would “accidentally” kick players in the face.

Every time you had the Quaffle, ready to make a goal, Cedric would tense up, ready to block any and all of your attacks. You were, however, much too rapid for him, so whenever you would try and score a goal unless your aim was wack, you’d constantly grant your team those 10 glorious points. He was baffled at your capabilities, never expecting someone the same age as him to have so much raw talent. Or was it just that you already knew how to play?

An hour in, Slytherin were 150 points ahead of Hufflepuff, standing at almost 400 points and you had the Quaffle. The Hufflepuff Seeker had spotted the Snitch and was racing against time to snatch it out of the air and deprive you of the 10 points that would mark Slytherin’s victory.

The Seeker was mere inches away from ending the game but you were quicker — swiftly launching the Quaffle, the spherical object curving through the air. 

Cedric desperately raced to stop it, extending his arm to block it but either he was too late or miscalculated the trajectory — the ball whooshed past him and into the goal area. 

Not even a second later, the Hufflepuff Seeker caught the Golden Snitch.

It was over; the game was over. Slytherin won by 10 points and it was Cedric’s fault. All his fault, just because he couldn’t block that stupid Quaffle!

The Chasers on his team scored 230 points total and the seeker had caught the Snitch but despite all that effort, they still lost. Because of him…

The next few moments were a blur of reassurances from his teammates, booing from most of the crowd, and a booming echo of cheers from the winning house’s spectators. Cedric wasn’t focused on any of those distractions, though; all he could see was you.

A big, goofy grin was spread across your sweaty face, gums showing and teeth not touching. You were out of breath and surrounded by a sea of Slytherins — particularly younger students — laughing and hugging you, some jumping with joy and others slinging their arms around your shoulders or patting your back in congratulation.

A cold feeling enveloped Cedric’s typically good-natured heart. He hated you. He hated you for that win, for making him seem incapable, and for looking so happy about it. 

A fire in his soul ignited. He wanted to crush you, squash whatever pride you would ever have and wipe that annoying smile off your face.

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Thank you for reading, please comment any suggestions you have or any issues I should fix.

Chapter 1

[arriansarchive]

Could you please please please write something about both cedric and harry asking male reader to the yule ball and there's a whole lot of angst? ultimately who ends up with reader is up to you both are amazing picks ;)

(separate) Cedric Diggory/Harry Potter/Male!Reader

THIS PROMPT HURTS ME....

My two favorite boys against each other hurts but I aim to please the public eye

I just realized that in most of my harry potter stories you walk down the hallway in the first scene

Hm interesting!!!!

Okay i might not have done the angst very well and I'm really sorry because you said you wanted a lot of it

Bitchy reader

HEHEHEHE YOUR NOT GONNA SEE WHATS COMING (i don't think anyways)

Written with anti-hero by Taylor swift in the background

Woah surprise surprise I actually got a request done instead of posting mphfpc/symbiote reader crossovers

Summary: Request above

--The Yule Ball is three days away--

The classroom was barren and desolate with no one in it, you thought. It was your seventh year at Hogwarts, and the triwizard tournament's tension was a foot in the intense air of the campus.

Though, that tension had dissipated a little with the oncoming dance. You were thinking frantically about who you would bring since nobody had asked you yet.

Something creaked, bringing you out of your thoughts. You look to the door to find one of your close friends, Cedric Diggory, closing the distance between you both swiftly.

"M/N!" He called with a smile on his face.

You gave him a grin back and stood up to go see him. Seemingly without thinking he pulled you into a tight hug.

This confused you a little due to him not really being the affectionate type with you. He seemed more emotionally close and physically distant even if he wasn't like that with other people.

You and Cedric had been friends for what seemed like forever. Your parents met his parents in Hogwarts a long time ago, and they got it on well.

So from then on you and Cedric were best friends from the beginning. You even shared a crib to play in whenever you were both just babies.

You've also had a long-lived crush on him since second grade basically; you tried to convince it was wrong, but that was eons ago it seemed. It failed miserably, you remember.

That's why you were worried that he was in the tournament. It made you sick to your stomach to think he might die because of some stupid prize he wanted.

"I have a question for you." He said with a blush spreading across his nose and cheeks.

You raised an eyebrow in question, amused at what stupid thing he might say. His questions are notorious for being unthought out most of the time anyways.

"Will you go to the Yule Ball with me?" Cedric mumbled and a smile danced on his face.

Your eyes widened in surprise. You thought he had been eyeing Cho Chang this entire time and was going to ask her to the Yule Ball.

"You're not going with Cho?" You asked.

He shook his head solemnly. "No, she turned me down, but you're the next best one, M/N. We've been friends forever."

You were absolutely appalled that he could even think that. You were the next best? That is the definition of 'what someone doesn't know can't hurt them' and what it applies to.

"I'm the next best, Cedric?" The hurt was apparent in your voice.

You pushed past him softly, still not wanting to hurt him, and headed for the door. The sound of his shoes squeaking against the polished floor filled the tense air.

"Wait! M/N!" He called.

With anger bubbling up inside of you, your dorm seemed like a fine place to go. As long as you weren't stopped along the way it would all be fine.

The hallways were bustling with students and teachers alike, some going to classes or others that have free periods. You had a free period after that interaction, so you were eternally grateful.

"M/N!" A voice shouted. "M/N, do you have a second?"

You really wanted to just ignore this person and continue to your self pity and solitude, but what fun would that be? Your tracks stopped as you waited for this mystery person to catch up to you.

To your surprise it was Harry Potter who stood before you now. He had an embarrassed look on his face.

He said something that you definitely weren't expecting so soon after Cedric. "I want you to go to the Ball with me." He muttered quickly, looking at the ground.

Half of you thought it might be a little weird taking the chosen one to a Ball, but the other half wanted to do something to get back at Cedric, and Harry wasn't half bad.

"I don't have a date yet, so why not." You said with a big smile on your face.

--The Yule Ball is now two days away--

You decided to hang out with Harry and his friends today instead of Cedric, but Ron and Hermione had went off somewhere, leaving you and Harry to your lonesome.

You both talked about some random things, schoolwork or teacher gossip mainly. Well, that was until Cedric walked over with an angered look on his face.

"M/N, have you decided yet?" He demanded.

Harry looked at him confused. "What could he have decided on for you? He's going to the dance with me, anyways."

"Oh, M/N didn't tell you? I asked him to the dance the same day you did, and I bet he's using you to get back at me. He's never even shown any interest in being your friend, much less your date."

Harry looked at you with widened eyes. "I thought you said you had wanted to be my friend for a while?"

It's true; you said that. You thought that it would've been an easy lie to get away with since everyone wanted to be the chosen one's friend but apparently not.

Harry took your silence as guilt, and his face turned from puzzled to infuriated. He opened his mouth as to say something but was stuttering.

"You lied about wanting to be my date and my friend, so you could get back at my opponent?" He questioned.

You rubbed at the back of your neck, thinking of what to say. You were at a loss for words at how unprepared you were.

"You know what? I'm done. I don't even want to know your reasoning, M/N." Harry barked and then walked away with his hands balled up into fists.

Cedric looked at you with passive rage in his eyes. "You did this one to yourself."

He walked away shortly after looking you up and down. You stood there in shock of what just happened.

Now you definitely wouldn't be able to find a date since Cedric and Harry were probably going to spread this story like plague around the school.

--The day of the Yule Ball--

Long story short, you didn't even go to the dance since you had no date. You stayed in your dorm locked inside of your room.

Oh well, M/N! You did this to yourself after all.

[captain-lessship]

Nature Or Nurture? Pt.1

Tw: Discussion of Dead Relatives. A *almost* smut scene.

Out of my way." you said as you brushed past a Gryfindor couple. They made offended noises as you kept walking.

"Oi mate, no need to be rude." one of them called. You rolled your eyes.

You were feared to say the least, amongst other houses and slightly within your own. 'Don't get in his way.' 'He is crazy' and other flattering things were constantly said about you. 

You were the "Ideal Slytherin" the type that fulfilled the stereotype and retained said stereotype. Cold-Hearted. You didn't care about anyone and no one was worth your time but that didn't stop several people from being drawn in by you, you were strong and they wanted to stand next to you, not in front of you. 

A natural-born leader. You were fine with it of course until they disturbed you. Like that annoying Malfoy boy did with his annoying 'Potter' this and 'Potter' that.

A loud smack caught your attention and made you wince in pain at whatever hit your face. You scowled.

"What's your damn problem?" you snapped. You opened your eyes to see a frantic but familiar Hufflepuff.

"I am so so sorry, I wasn't watching where I was going." You scoffed.

"Obviously." you said, looking at the boy who was now picking up his books. You put your shoe on one of his papers.

"Excuse me, can you hand me that?" he asked. You reached down and picked it up.

"Cedric Diggory?" you read, he looked up with an open hand, waiting for you to hand him the paper. You merely looked him up and down before walking off with the paper.

"Hey! that's my report."

You grinned, "Alatre Ascendare!" you shouted back at the boy, wand in hand. It made all his papers spray out of his books and into the air.

With that, he'd become... intrigued by you.

Several other people came up to him, picking up papers.

"Who's he?" He asked one of the Ravenclaw girls.

"Everyone calls him by his last name. Professor McGonagall forgot to call his first name when he was sorted"

"What is his last name?" Cedric asked, standing up.

"Shouldn't you know? He's in your year."

Cedric was slightly embarrassed. He always tried to know everyone in his year, even if it was only their house and name.

"Sorry, I've forgotten it," he said laughing slightly.

"He's Booker." The girl said walking away from him.

He smiled while scooping up the rest of his papers and began walking in the direction he thought he saw you going. He was looking for you when he was caught off guard by movement in the window sill high above the ground. He looked up and he saw you, simply reading a book like it was the most casual place to read the latest paper.

"Hey!" he called, catching your attention.

You looked down at him and rolled your eyes, "Hello Cedi-Didi." Cedric cringed at the nickname.

"How did you get up there?" he asked.

You grinned. "Wouldn't you like to know, Huff Puff?"

He was getting fed up a lil bit at your childish way of teasing him. "I want to talk to you, can you come down?"

You rolled your eyes, "Incarcerous." you said with a flip of your wand, making a long rope come out the end. "Are you climbing up?" you asked.

He got to the top and sat beside you, letting his legs dangle off the ledge. "So.. You're a fifth year? How come I didn't know your name?"

You glared at him, "That's the big question you had to hunt me down and ask me?"

Cedric had no idea why you were so pissed, "Are you this mad all the time?"

"Only when someone disturbs my read and also the remaining three hundred and sixty-five days. Twenty-four seven. " You said with a mean grin.

"Why though, isn't it much easier to be happy?" he asked. Fair question.

"Oh I am exceptionally happy"

You were just rude. 

He smiled though, " I think you and I are going to be really good friends."

He never left you alone. Every time you were heading to class it was "Hey, can we eat together outside today?" or "Let's play some Wizard's chess." or "Can we study together.”

Your housemates had begun to pick on you, not to your face though. They called him your lost and sometimes kicked puppy, probably from how sad he looked when you turned him down. 

They started to ask you why you didn't like him at all and you had a simple response; He is trying too hard. You were growing used to it but it was very annoying on your off days. Today was an off day.

"Hey! I was wonde-"

You stopped and turned around to look him in the eyes. He felt a chill. They were colder than the dead of winter. He just closed his mouth and sighed. Your heart felt a twang of guilt. What an off day.

"What were you wondering, Cedric?" you asked, trying to sound soft. He turned and looked at you with a smile.

"I was wondering if you'd want to sit on the window sill together again?"

You shook your head yes. He grabbed your sleeve and dragged you to the window sill. You looked up to it.

"So do you do the rope spell to get up?" he asked. You laughed at him.

"No, I took a few classes with Professor McGonagall. Watch this," you said.

You took a deep breath in and Cedric stared as you changed into a bird. You had taken her Animagus class! You had gotten onto the window sill. It took you a little longer to change back into yourself, a few feathers sticking to the side of your face and refusing to go back in properly. You brushed your hair of them and looked down at him.

"Impressed?" you asked.

"Holy- Dude, you just turned into a bird and just flew on your merry way? How long did it take you to do that?" he said.

"I started in her class when I was fourteen and I've practiced every day at this window sill. And it's not any bird, it's a Merlin," you said, letting down the rope and pulling him up this time. He sat facing you this time. It was just before dinner and the sun had started to dip under the mountains. He looked out the window.

"You picked a great place for your hangout."

"Thanks."

He looked at you and how the golden light shone on your features. You looked at him and thought the same but you looked down.

No. Not again. Not your heart getting ahead of you.

You were walking into the great hall for the Opening and Sorting Ceremony. You were excited to see who would join your house and finally eat the delicious food. You sat there welcoming new Slytherins and even clapping for the house of your best friend when they received a new member, which got you a few weird looks from your housemates but they knew not to mess with you and even then most of them knew about your friendship with Cedric.

After the Sorting, you wanted to eat but no food appeared because of the announcement Dumbledore was going to make. You stared down but your attention was brought back when a kid tapped you on the shoulder ad pointed at something you only heard stories about: The Goblet of Fire. The Goblet meant one thing was going to happen, the Tri-Wizard Tournament. You looked at Cedric to joke about it but you noticed a flame-like the one burning from the Goblet in his eyes.

"Oh god.. No." you barely whispered. Cedric was just old enough, seventeen, to compete and you knew he would. 

You just knew. You knew what you had to do. Put your name in and pray it was you, not him. He looked at you and saw your expression and gave you a reassuring smile.

After the entire Feast and Ceremonies, you tracked him down and asked to talk.

"Hey! How was your summer?"

"Great, went camping. Do not put your name in that goblet."

"Woah, topic changed rather quickly, didn't it?" He said, pearly whites lashing with a slight laugh.

You sighed, "Do not put your name in the goblet."

Cedric noticed your genuine concern about him and he softened his charismatic eye-blinding smile into a comforting smirk, "I will be alright. I am strong." he said.

You just shook your head, "If you put your name in, I will put mine in too."

His mood changed, "You shouldn't."

"Why? Think I can't do it?"

"No! No I don't!" he snapped. You were shocked and you felt like someone had slapped you even though his hands were still in his pockets. You felt tears prick at your eyes and thus you turned and walked away, leaving the Hufflepuff regretting his words. 

You didn't know what was wrong with you, you don't cry over stuff like this but he just didn't understand.

You were unpacking your stuff and everyone in the commons could feel the tense aura radiating off you with the energy of ten suns. You slammed your sock drawer shut and yelled.

"Bloody Hell! I can do what I want He can just- Ugh!" You slumped down beside your bed. Your friend, Daniel, raised from his bed and shook his head at you.

"Sad, innit? Simple, to fix it. Become his dream guy."

You flung your head up at him, "I do not like Cedric Diggory like that."

Your other friend, Rich, who was reading a comic book, spoke up "No, you don't at all. Except for the fact for most of last year and even over the summer you were like all 'Will Cedric like this?' 'Do you think Cedric is busy? Is that why he didn't write back?' and my personal favorite, 'I should write to Cedric but he hasn't answered my last letter, should I?' like no, you don't have the hugest crush. Totally not."

You threw a pillow at him, "Watch your mouth." You thought for a minute though. They did have a point.

You felt your face turn red and you heard Daniel chuckle at your reaction. "You like him."

"Yes," you started, "What is his dream guy anyway? What if he isn't even... "

"He literally wears rainbow socks." Rich, who recovered from the pillow said, going back to his reading.

"Maybe he just likes colors," you said. "I like colors."

"We are not going to go over all the less than hetero tendencies he has."

They did have a point; He was either too comfortable, to the point it was almost disturbing, with himself or a little fruity.

"So what is his dream... Lover?" you decided to word it.

Rich and Daniel looked at each other and got up. They walked to you and grabbed you by either arm.

"We got a lot of work to do."

"Wha?-Wait- Whoa! What do you mean?"

"Cut your hair, fix your dark circles and make it look like you've seen the outside world at least once. Seriously, dude, you look like you live by a lamp. NAd we got to teach you how to tie a tie properly." Rich rattled off. This... This was going to be either a disaster or the best thing you ever did in your life.

"Why so blue, mate?" Cedric's friend, Melissa asked. He was moping by the common room bookshelf and overall looking like someone popped his balloon and drank all the milk for his cereal.

"Oh.. Sorry. I just... I feel bad.”

"About what?" she asked, flipping through a witch fashion magazine.

"Well... I yelled at my crus- my friend." he corrected himself. Melissa looked up from her magazine and nudged the guy sitting beside her who was making his teacup float, Carter.

"Crush?" he asked, teacup slightly spinning.

Cedric knew he was busted. "Well... Yes. I... I have a crush on someone."

"And you yelled at them?"

"On accident. I didn't mean to raise my voice at him."

"Who is it?"

Cedric caved and told them the whole story.

"How are you not dead? If that'd been anybody else, they'll have to be hauled to the infirmary." Melissa said.

"He actually is really nice. He really likes birds. He feeds them every morning." Cedric said, smiling at the thought of you and him feeding the birds. He got to hold one as it ate some of the seeds you offered the birds. Little swallows and a few sparrows.

"Yeah, but he once punched a guy in the face and broke his nose so bad the bloke had to have surgery."

Cedric rolled his eyes, "Moving on. How do I make it up and well, tell him?"

"First off," Melissa stated, "We need to fix all that." she said.

"You literally gestured to all of me." Cedric said, frowning.

"Yeah... We got some work. Ok, what is his type?"

"I don't know."

"Useless Cedric, completely useless." Melissa said, grabbing his shoulder and shaking him till he laughed at her silly way o letting him know he is no help.

"Well, obviously, he is a Slytherin so he likes dark, brooding, and... I don't know, snake-y?"

Melissa groaned at this, "That is so biased it is causing my physical pain."

Cedric just shook his head at his friend's antics and looked out the window to see the stars. He thought about you. 

He felt so sure about everything in his life but you came and now, he wasn't sure if you loved him, hated him, or were indifferent. A wild card in his moderately even and sorted deck.

"Cedric, you really like him, don't you?" Carter asked.

"Yeah."

"Why?"

That was a fair but deep question, "He listens to me. All of me. The part of me that are not that good, the parts that fall short, and the parts that get over emotional. He keeps me in sync and makes sure that I am okay. I know it seems like he doesn't care but deep down he cares a little too much. He is such a good person and you can see it if you just really look for it."

The duo were silent. Cedric never got deep but that was the depth of the Atlantic compared to his usual banter and jokes. Cedric just stood up and walked to the door.

"I think I will go for a short walk.”

"But Fil-"

"It'll be a short one."

Cedric walked out from behind the painting of the pear and took a left. He shoved his hands into his pockets and thought about you and he smiled to himself. Before he knew it, he had reached the window sill you loved. He just stared up into the light that was pouring into the stone corridors from similar high windows. He noticed a bird on the window sill and he whistled at it and he heard the tune played back in almost perfect harmony. He saw you slowly shift into you, you had gotten better at it over break, you no longer had to manually shove feathers into your head. A rope fell and he began to climb. Once he got to the top he noticed something different about you. You looked cleaner, not that you were dirty. More put together would be a better term. He stared at you and how the moon and stars lit up your features. You were made for moonlight.

He was made for sunlight, you thought. Bright richly colored hair, warm smile, and features. He was the sun and everyone knew it. People revolved around him in a happy social solar system and you were happy to join their orbit after being pulled in by his gravity. He stared into your eyes, melting down your serious demeanor, and you stared back before you or he knew, you both were leaning in close and gently pressed your lips together. He barely opened his eyes to see you up close. He gently ran his hand up to the nape of our neck. The kiss and following ones lasted for a while and then it hit you both what had just happened.

"Uh... I.. Did you, ya know, enjoy that?" he asked shyly. You smiled.

"Yea... Did you?" you asked, an equal level of awkwardness.

You reached for his hand and he gently slid his into yours. He leaned in for another kiss but you brought up your finger to block him.

"We need to talk about the Goblet ordeal."

He pulled away and shook his head. "I am really sorry about what I said. You could do it, I am just scared for you to get hurt."

"Then you understand why I don't want you to put your name in."

Cedric smiled and squeezed your hand, "I know I know but baby... I want to try. Dumbledore said it'd be safer than the earlier ones. Please.”

The sweet name made your heart melt. You thought about it. What were his chances of being chosen out of all the people who put their names in? Pretty low statistically. That eased your consciousness.

You smiled at Cedric and he smiled back. He went in for a hug and you hugged back. He gently pulled you to his chest.

"I don't sleep very well," he admitted. 

You were surprised to hear his heartbeat thumping like a bass, it was oddly soothing. "Go to sleep, I won't let you fall." he said.

And he didn't.

It was a beautiful day compared to most when the other school arrived. You were chosen by your Prefect to help the ladies from Beauxbatons carry in their items. You had no complaints except that one Durmstrang who accidentally bumped into and nearly knocked you silly. He apologized as you started to cast a spell to make all the suitcases float.

"Wingardium Leviosa." you said and you began to visualize rooms that had been set aside for the students of Beauxbatons. You were done by the time Durmstrang was done with their introduction choreography. You walked in and took your seat.

Dumbledore rattled on about the number of tasks, the rules, and how happy they were to have the two schools arrived for such a big occasion. You weren't listening, you were thinking about how Cedric put in name in the cup the other day and you smiled and acted like your heart wasn't hurting. You clapped after he finished his spill and watched the tables grow to allow room for the two schools to sit and eat. You got up and offered your seat to a Beauxbatons girl whose friend had sat down in the empty seat beside you. You walked to the Hufflepuff table and found Cedric, who smiled brightly at you as he told you to sit down. A few of the Hufflepuffs were off-put by this but they came around after you started talking and not attacking them like they thought you would.

You looked at Cedric, "Do you think you will get chosen?" you asked honestly.

"Well, I think I've got a chance just as good as anybody."

Secretly he held your hand under the table where no one could see. He would rather grab your hand and shout to the world how he felt about you but you had said you wanted to wait a little while to announce your relationship.

"So, Booker, What is your favorite spell?" one of Cedric's friends asked, sensing your unease.

"Oh, I'd say it would be one of the first ones I learned. It's called Ferula, it heals things and wraps bandages around the target. I got hurt a lot and my Mom would use it instead of buying band-aids."

"Your mother is a witch? I thought it was your father."

"Well, My Dad is a half-blood and my Mom is a pureblood. He never really got to learn magic because his non-magical mother was scared for him."

They looked at each other and shook their heads in understanding, "Well, does he know magic now?"

"He knows a little bit. He knows about five spells well enough to cast them."

The topic had slowly changed as the feast progressed to favorite candy, wands, and so on. It was nice. You liked sitting there. They were funny and they didn't seem to have it in them to be critical or mean.

Today was the day. The Goblet would choose the champions. You sat there about to faint as everyone gathered into the Great Hall, waiting with a little more cheer than you had. 

You saw Dumbledore walk up to the Goblet and gently raised his hand. Out flew a strip of parchment and he flipped it over to see a name. You held your breath.

"Viktor Krum." You exhaled so quickly it made your nose hurt. You joined in on the clapping for the Durmstrang man who walked to shake Dumbledore's hand and then on to a room.

Dumbledore raised his hand once again, you felt your palms sweat as he tuned to read the name.

 "Fleur Delacour." You clapped for the Veela as she followed Krum's path: handshakes and to the room.

One last name. One last school. You were going to faint. He raised his hand and he looked at the name. You watched him as if he was in slow motion. 

"Cedric Diggory" You burst into tears. Oh god no... He stood up and walked to shake Dumbledore's hand. 

He nearly made it to the door when the Goblet lit again and another name flew out. everyone was confused, especially Dumbledore after he read the name. He barely whispered it but you could tell it was not good.

"Harry Potter," he said, voice full of unease and a mild tone of rage. "Harry Potter!"

After the whole fiasco, you found Cedric, he was leaving the room and he had a smile on his face but there was a thread of worry behind it. 

You walked up to him and he grinned.

"Can you believe it?"

"Cedric... You can't."

He looked confused, "Why can't I?"

"What if..." you started but were interrupted by Professor McGonagall.

"Mr. Booker, We need you. We have a favor to ask." She said with a gesture to follow her. You looked at Cedric and tried to smile, he was happy and well, he was smart enough to not die.

You sat in McGonagall's office and waited. She came backing with Dumbledore, Lady Maxime, The head of Beauxbatons, and Professor Karkaroff, Head of Durmstrang.

"So, Professor McGonagall tells me you are one of her best Animagious students and you have mastered your form. Can you please show us?" Dumbledore asked.

 You looked at McGonagall who smiled and shook her head. You stood up and you breathed in and as you breathed out, you shifted into a Merlin. After the shift was done, you flew up to the iron chandelier and sat up there.

"This Wonderful!" Professor Karakoff said, "He can observe Tournament." now you knew what they wanted to ask. You gently flew back to the ground and changed back into a human.

"Mr. Booker, do you think you would consider? We considered Broomsticks but.. they upset one of the tasks." You looked at the four professors.

'Help where you can.' You heard 

Cedric's voice in the back of your head.

"Of course. It's an honor," you said.

You sat up on the window sill, watching the stars, waiting for Cedric. You heard his footsteps and you changed. You smiled down at him as you sent down a rope, he climbed up and sat right next to you. He opened a bag and handed you a small box.

"I am sorry I didn't write. I never got them because I wasn't home for most of the summer." That explained it.

 "So to make up for it, I got you something.”

"You didn't have to do that, It couldn't be helped." you looked at the box that was wrapped in brown paper and tied with a gold rope.

"C'mon, open it!" he said. You undid the rope and tore the paper. You opened the small box and saw a small gold chain bracelet. Two charms dangling from it caught your eye. One was a gold miniature copy of your wand: Ten-inch, Willow and it had a handle that was carved to look like feathers. The other was a flowering Rosemary.

"Well, the wand is self-explanatory. What about the Rosemary?"

Cedric blushed a little bit, "Well, we actually took Herbology together in our first year. I never said hi though. You seemed scary and despondent."

You chuckled, "I guess I was."

You put on the bracelet and turned to your bag, you had gotten him a little something. You handed him a box that was decorated in silver and tied with a black ribbon. He smiled as he opened it like a child on Christmas. It was a mirror.

He looked at you and you smiled.

"Um, I think it's pretty."

"It's not just a Mirror. It's a memory Mirror. If the mirror can reflect something, it will be stored in the mirror. You then can put it in the moonlight and it will these memories like a movie."

He looked more intrigued now. He looked at the mirror and then slid it into the moonlight. Slowly a replica of his face appeared above the mirror. "How did you get this?"

"Oh... It was a very old gift. I used to make copies of myself.”

"Then you should keep it."

"No... I don't like it anymore," you said, sadness seeping into your voice.

He looked at you, concern on his face, "Why?"

"It was a gift from my Mother. I miss her and I used to spend hours staring at her image from the mirror but all I accomplished was more grief every time the moonlight went away." You looked out the window.

 "She loved us. Me and my sisters. She'd point us out to her friends and talk about us. 'Grace, oh well, she is doing fabulous! She recently got married.' 'Tiffany? She started working at the Ministry' and 'Him? He is going to Hogwarts next year. I am so excited! My wand left me and chose him, Ha! Can you believe that!' She was so proud of us all."

Cedric wrapped his arms around you. "What happened to her?"

"She got very sick. Her wand knew, that's why it chose me. She got to the point where she couldn't walk. A few days after that, I went to wake her up and she barely opened her eyes and asked me to get everyone. She said goodbye."

Cedric felt your tears dampen his t-shirt as he held you. "I am sure she is still proud of you. You're talented, beautiful and no matter what you saw, you've got a good heart."

"I miss her so much."

"Tell me about her."

You smiled, "She would have loved you. She was very firey and aggressive when it came to her friends and family. She would sing us lullabies and rock us. I remember the last time she rocked me was when I was four. I had tripped and cut my knee. She showed me magic that day. She let me hold her wand. Willow and Veela hair."

"Is that why you offered to help the Beauxbatons students? Cause some of them are Veela's like your Mom?"

"No, she wasn't a Veela but her best friend is. She offered her hair when they were making wands. She did attend Beauxbatons though."

You told Cedric about her and in the end, it felt like, in a way, he had met her." She would have stayed and become a professor if she hadn't fallen in love with my Dad. They were very happy."

"Like us?”

You paused, "Yeah. Like us."

Cedric smiled. You let your thought leave your mouth.

"Cedric. You are my home."

"How so?"

"Home is where your heart is."

The clock tower chimed for four in the morning. He looked at you, you had fallen asleep. He smiled as gently nudged you awake so you could sneak back to your commons. Cedric was quietly but hurriedly walking to his when he met someone: Dumbledore.

"Ah, Young Cedric. Early aren't we?" he said, smiling. "Why so early young man?"

"I- Um I was..."

"In the window sill," Dumbledore said, "Follow me, let's talk about this."

Cedric walked with DUmbledore, slightly slower than he'd normally walk. "So, am I in trouble?"

"No. You were just being a teenager. The Muggle equivalent of sneaking out of the house."

Cedric smiled, measured you weren't in trouble. "I guess."

"Mr. Booker forgot to tell you though. He will be watching from above."

"Oh? How- Oh wait."

"He has a knack for it, hm?"

"Yeah. It's so cool. He just goes and flies away."

Dumbledore shook his head, "I've seen a change in the both of you. So has the other professors. They say you seem to care a little bit more about the details and they tell me that he helps people, especially the underclassmen Slytherins. He must know it's rough."

"Yeah... I guess we've both changed."

"Love finds a way to change things," Dumbledore said.

"Love will find a way." Cedric repeated.

"Dragons." Cedric said to you as he looked at you. You were in the library reading up on some potions books since you had nothing else to do.

"Good morning to you," you said, looking up.

"How do I fight a dragon?" he asked, sitting down in the chair across from you.

"Why?”

"Cause... Harry Potter told me that the challenge would be dragons."

You picked up your cup of tea and sipped from it, "He could have lied."

"But what if he didn't?"

He had a point."Ok well, Cedric what do dragons do? Breathe fire. Put out the fire, beat the dragon."

"Ok, but that seems like... too easy." he said.

"Too easy? Well... Maybe if the dragon is focused on something else, it won't have time to deal with you."

He leaned over the table, "What can I distract it with?"

You began sharpening his skill in Transfiguration and now it was time to shine.

You walked in behind the Champions. You were followed by McGonagall, who would let you shift and then send you out to fly around and observe the champions. You shook Viktor's hand and kissed Fluer's hand before you got to Harry Potter.

"I am there to make sure you don't die." The boy looked stunned, but you recovered with a laugh. "No, no. You probably are safe. With or without me."

Lastly, you saw Cedric, he looked nervous but he smiled at you. You hugged him and whispered in his ear.

"Do your best."

You walked to McGonagall, who opened the curtain enough for your bird form to go through. You slowly shifted, which caught the other three champions off guard. You flew out and went up to the clouds. You loved flying. It was just you, the clouds, and the rush of the wind. Your wings could take you anywhere and be strong enough to make sure you got there. You began to dive back down as a cymbal sounded, time to do your job.

First was Cedric. You watched from above. 'Make sure no one cheats.' You watched him intently.

He dodged some of the fire before finding the perfect rock. You heard him shout out the spell and you flew down closer to caw in approval but the rock didn't turn into another dragon and he didn't call out the enlarging charm. It instead was a dog! You mildly panicked but you noticed the dragon was interested in the dog and that Cedric was sprinting for the egg.

He made it into the nest area when the dragon turned and noticed him. The dragon erupted a huge wave of fire on top of him. 

'In case of potential death, help the champion." you flew down but that's when you noticed something. It seemed something was pushing back the fire but struggling to do so quickly.

A line from a poem came into mind, "Eating fire is your ambition."

Cedric had ambition.

He pushed up with the shield he was making. He had the egg, all he had to do was get out of the nest. "Dragons can breathe fire for twenty minutes." He just had to outlast the last fifteen. He counted down and made sure he had a good grip on the egg.

Now!

He pushed up with such force the shield hit the dragon in the face and knocked loose a few fangs. He was sweaty and very tired. He noticed you land and change to make sure he had brought the egg. He smiled as he stumbled to you, he lifted his wand.

"Orchideous." he said. A bouquet spilled out of the end of his wand. And like that he hit the ground out of exhaustion.

Cedric coughed himself awake. He was in the infirmary. He looked and saw you reading a book.

"Morning," he said, not knowing how long he'd been out.

"You inhaled enough smoke to kill a large dog."

"Four-twenty. Blaze it." he chuckled as he did a peace sign.

You laughed but you also rolled your eyes. "I wish I could stay mad at you."

You looked to his bedside t table. "A couple of people dropped you off some gifts. And don't forget," you raised a golden egg, "Mr. Second place, we need to figure this out."

He smiled, "Well, open the egg first." you reached to the top of it and undid it. The scream the egg let out hurt your ears and you could not have shut it fast enough.

"Yeah... That isn't good." You said sitting beside him. He groaned at the dismay of it not being easy.

After opening a few gifts, you spoke up.

"While you were sleeping. Dumbledore announced the date for the second task and another thing."

"What?" he asked, eating some of his Every Flavor Jelly Beans.

"The Yule Ball," you said.

He looked at you and smiled. "So are we going together?" he asked.

"Cedric... I don't think-"

"Please. I want to go with you."

You sighed, "Ok ok... But if anyone who isn't our friend asks. We are friends."

"Embarrassed of me?" he asked, half-joking, half-serious.

"No. It's just what if they-" Cedric sat up and leaned to press his head against yours.

"The people who love us will understand and the ones that don't will either get over it or have to fight me," he said, smiling.

You sighed, he was right. "Say, you are allowed to leave. Want to go get dinner?"

"Yes, I am starving," he said. He stood up and went to get dressed.

You waited outside the door for him as you thought about what you were going to do. He walked out of the door and you instantly grabbed his hand. he was a little surprised but you just held on as you both walked to go get food. You walked into the Great hall and headed for the Hufflepuff Table. They looked at you and a lot of them smiled and a few even raised a glass to Cedric.

"Congrats! On both." Melissa said. You and Melissa had become friends because of your life subscription to a fashion magazine and she would help you with other things.

"Thanks," Cedric said, squeezing your hand tighter.

"So Booker, I need your opinion."

"On?"

"Dresses. Sprout said we could all go one day and get suits and dresses and I am sure she'd let you come along!" she said. "Now, what color? I feel like a blue or maybe a pink"

You and Melissa rattled on about dresses, colors, and styles. Cedric got to thinking about the egg. He had time but he needed to figure it out or else it bother him for days. Suddenly, an idea hit him. The first trial was fire so it was maybe water.

"Hey, I think I am going to go get a bath and go to bed."

"Okay, see you later," you said to him.

You went back to chatting when a pair of Ravenclaw girls walked behind you, they were just chatting but your ears caught what the dark-haired one said.

"I like Cedric, Do you think he'll ask me to go?"

You felt your heart drop as you looked to see who exactly it was and saw Cho Chang. She was stunning, beautiful, and kind. You felt a twinge of envy.

Everyone had heard it too and they just stared at you. "Well... I guess I will be leaving now," you said. You stood up and almost ran out of the Great Hall. You ran til you slammed right into someone.

"I am so sorry, I just-"

"Boy, you shouldn't be running in the halls, and what is wrong with you?" It was Snape.

"Oh Professor Snape, I was just... I just am not doing too well. Apologies." You started to walk away.

"Wait a moment," he said walking to you. "What has you distraught?"

"It's nothing... You probably won't get it."

"Try me."

You sighed and sniffed, "Well, I liked someone and I thought they liked me too. But... I guess they don't." you said, trying to keep it as vague as possible.

Snape crossed his arms, "First of all, why should you be the one in tears. Second, never let someone make you cry."

"But I..."

"Loves hurts young man. Know when your beat but go on with your life. You only hurt yourself if you try to stay with the memories." He turned and walked away.

He had a point.

Cedric had just got into the water with the egg. He slowly opened the egg and heard a very beautiful voice come out of it. He listened to it several times and made mental notes about it all. He then thought about you and how you helped him with the Transfiguration. He smiled as he sat in the water. He also needed to tell Harry about the eggs. He had to because Harry told him about the dragons.

He heard a door open and he looked to see you. He waved.

"How did you get in?"

"Quidditch Captain."

He remembered that you had replaced the last one. You were a great Keeper and were very competitive. You once had thrown your shoe at the snitch to scare it away from him.

"Well, I figured ou-"

"Cho Chang. Who is she to you? In one minute or less. I will walk out of here Cedric."

"Uh, I... I know her, yeah, We have some of the same classes and she's smart. Why?"

You huffed "Well obliviously she thinks there's more to you two?"

Cedric turned to fully face you, "What are you on about?"

"She wants you to ask her to the Yule Ball and-" Cedric grabbed your hand.

"Baby. Listen, she might want me to, but I would never. I already have the best date."

You sighed, "You need to start letting me finish my sentences."

It was the day You all went to go grab your suits and such. The previous week, you all had gone and gotten measured and ordered which suits and dresses you wanted.

 You had received a letter that your order was in so you and Cedric walked hand in hand, falling a little behind the group, to go grab the outfits. You all also talked about going to Honeydukes which Cedric responded with the worst thing you ever heard.

"I would but he's already sweet enough." Cringe radiated along with laughter through the group. You had also dragged Rich and Daniel along.

"We aren't even attending the ball, why do we need to come along?" Rich complained.

"You need the sun."

"It is literally snowing."

Despite their complaining, they were having a good time and even reconsidered not going when they met Melissa and her friend, Emma.

You had made it to the shop and began to look at the suits that had come in for you. You grabbed yours and made your way to go change. You took off your clothes and looked at the suit and noticed how finely it had been made. 

You started with the button shirt and noticed something. The neckline went down further than you planned. This is what you got for refusing to wear the typical ones. Dammit. You put on the rest of the suit and turned to the mirror and it spoke.

"Looking good handsome!"

You shook your head and pulled back the curtain to see Cedric and Daniel, waiting for a dressing room to open. Daniel nudged Cedric to look at you and when he did, he turned red in the cheeks and his jaw dropped.

"Cedric. Flies."

He shut his mouth, "You look great." he mumbled out. You laughed as you turned back, shut the curtain, and rushed to change back into your normal clothes.

Cedric looked amazing, not surprised but he could help but make it look like he walked fresh off the runway.

"He could go into modeling in case the writing thing doesn't work." You said, watching him spin and make sure his outfit looked perfect. You smiled at him and checked himself out in the mirror.

"Stay Humble." Cedric's friend, Carter said.

"I am. Do you think I should get a haircut?"

Groans erupted. There was nothing wrong with wanting to look good, especially for a special occasion.

You walked in next to Cedric. He put his arm out for you to loop yours around. You walked at an okay pace and felt eye glue to the two of you. You felt so nervous and like you were sweaty. You looked at Cedric, who looked like it was nothing but a thing.

 You heard whispers and you felt like you were going to vomit if Cedric didn't walk faster. You looked at the people and, despite your feelings a lot of them had genuine smiles, not joking or malicious ones. You felt the nerves wash off a little bit.

You eventually separated, he went to get drinks and you went to claim a table. You saw Melissa and her date, your friend, Daniel so you flagged them over.

"So, Where's Cedric?" Daniel asked.

"He went to go grab a drink." you felt a tap on your shoulder. 

You looked to see Cho Chang and one of her friends.

"Booker. I am really really sorry. I didn't think you would have heard me cause I thought you were sitting at the Slytherin table and I didn't know you and Cedric were a thing.”

You looked at her and smiled, "It's alright. I typically do sit at the Slytherin table and you didn't know. I am sure you weren't the only one with a crush on him. I really appreciate your apology."

"Oh, that's a relief. Thank you and have fun!" she said as her friend pulled her onto the dancefloor.

"Alright. Which one of you told her?"

"Actually I did." you heard Cedric say as he returned.

"Oh my god.."

"I knew it upset you. Don't worry I was really nice about it and she actually said we look cute together."

"That's sweet of her," you said, sipping the drink.

"Yeah," he said, drinking some of his own, "Do you want to dance?"

"I suck at it but yes."

You took Cedric's hand as he led you to the dance floor. He slowly placed his hand on your waist, "One of us has to lead." he said, smiling at you. He then began to swirl and spin you around the dancefloor. You laughed as he tried to spin you as fast as he could and he attempt to dip you. 

After the slow dances were the more enjoyable dances in your opinion. You had to take off your suit jacket to keep up with him and his dance moves. You grew to love the feeling of his hands on your hips and the sight of him looking at you like you were the most beautiful person he'd ever seen.

You and him were growing very tired and had gone to sit down at the table. He sat right beside you and leaned into your ear to whisper.

"You looked beautiful." Now, wait a minute. There was something else besides love in that. You felt your face flush as his hand came up to sit on your upper thigh.

"Uuh, Cedric.. We are-"

"Shh. Let's go. it's almost midnight anyway." He said, "Only if you want to though?" he said with a smirk. No matter what smile he had, you loved them.

You and him walked out into the hallway, he gently pulled you along.

"You aren't the only one with a hideout." he said as he came to a very old-looking door. It was a smaller room but you couldn't get a good look because Cedric shut the door and pressed you up against it.

He gently pressed his lips against yours. He was always gentle at the start. Slowly he started to get a little more forceful, you pressed back and looped your arms around his neck. He lifted you off the door and pulled his lips away.

"We know where this is going to go, right?"

"Yeah," you said, slightly out of breath.

"Do you want it to?"

You thought for a moment. "Yes."

He smiled. He sat you down on top of an old desk and he slowly went to kiss your neck. You sat there, skin heating up as he kissed and sucked places on your skin.

"You are so tense. Relax. I will take care of you, baby." he muttered.

"It feels good..." you breathed out. You breathed in Cedric. He always smelled like parchment, honey, and warmth.

He slowly peppered more kisses to your jawline.

 You felt you should tell him.

"Cedric." you managed to strangle out.

"Hm?" he made a noise to let you know he was listening.

"This is the first time."

He pulled back and looked at you, "You mean?"

You shook your head. He smiled and pulled you into a hug.

"Uh... okay."

"What?"

"It just wasn't the reaction I was expecting is all."

"What? Expected me to go 'What a loser.' ?"

"Kind of." he frowned at that as he went to kiss you again.

"I would never say that or even think that of you," he said before reaching to undo his bowtie. You started to undo the buttons on your shirt.

"Wait," he said. You stopped.

"What? Is someone coming?"

"No, I just... if this is your first time, we are not going to do it on a desk."

"Cedric- It's.."

"It's important to me."

You both decided to wait. Wait til after he won the tournament.

You weren't asked to observe but you were asked to aid. You didn't exactly know what they wanted but they gave you a potion and slowly you fell asleep. Before you took your trip to dreamland you heard 'They'll recuse th-' and you were out.

Cedric wondered where you were until they explained what the task was: Find a loved one in the lake. One problem he saw right away was that the lake was so huge. He remembered what the egg had said but he figured the 'something dear' would be an item or something besides a person.

He planned on using the bubblehead charm and when the signal was fired he jumped into the water. He slowly began to swim. The water was frigid and he was frozen in shock for a moment but he began swimming.

'Why in February?' he thought as he felt even colder as he swam downward. He pulled out his wand.

"Lumos" he mumbled. A light began to shine from the tip of his wand. He looked for the other champions but didn't see one but he heard a whoosh and a pop behind him. He looked down at the grassy forest and realized what was down there.

"Lumos Maxima!" he shouted, still muffled by the bubble. A huge blast of light illuminated the surrounding area. Grindylows hated light and he figured this would be the best way to stun and distract them. He kept swimming.

He thought about you and that's when he remembered something: You can't swim. He immediately picked up the pace. 

He saw what appeared to be four floating figures and one free, swimming one. Harry Potter. Cedric swam to him and saw that the boy had grown gills! Gilly weed, of course! He nodded at Harry and looked to point a half transfigured Viktor. Cedric cut you loose and swiftly swam upwards.

You breathed in as soon as your head reached above the water.

"Oh shit! Holy Jesus, what the- Cedric? Why am I in the lake?" you spat, clinging to him.

"Shh, I got you. Calm down," he said as he swam towards the ladder. He lifted you to McGonagall and you grabbed her arm to pull yourself up. 

You took a towel and wrapped yourself in it. You felt like half drownded cat as you hook your hair and head in the towel and then you remembered: Cedric. You turned and saw him climbing out of the lake. 

You grabbed his towel and started lecturing him.

"Honestly! You could've froze to death! What in the world are you wearing? They make wetsuits!" you fussed at him as you dried his hair and whipped his face.

He began to chuckle, "Ok ok, Mom, chill! It wasn't that cold. Give me the towel, It is colder up here than down there." he said. 

You handed him the towel and he smiled at you. He noticed your face was still a little wet and he gently patted it dry, "You worry so much."

You shook your head at him and just smiled.

You were wrapped up in two blankets and your head was wrapped in a warm towel. You already had a start of a head cold before they shoved you into the frigid lake. Bad sinuses ran in your family: A strong wind could give a near-death experience; Whining and overreactions also ran in your family. You could have sworn there were mini icebergs floating in the water. 

You pulled one of your arms out of the blanket wads and reached for your tea. You had insisted that you didn't need to go to the infirmary but now it sounded pretty nice. You looked out the small window and cursed the climate. 

A February snow. 

You closed your eyes as you imagined yourself at the lake house your parents owned where the temperature was also a good fifteen degrees warmer than anywhere else.

 Along with your terrible blight of physical sickness, you felt a little homesick; Your mother always took care of you when you were sick. She could have easily cured you with a potion but she said it would be better for your immune system if you fought off the illness naturally.

You raised up a little bit when you heard the door of the commons open. You sighed as you saw Cedric.

 The man with a strong immune system who hadn't succumbed to your germs but he was pressing his luck. "Are you feeling any better?" he whispered into the mostly dark room. 

He obviously couldn't see your blanket hive, towel, and shaking hands holding a cup of a nasty, healing tea.

"I'm Fine." your hoarse creeky voice huffed. 

Even though you knew you weren't fine you still rolled your eyes when he sighed out.

"Obviously not."

You laid back on the sofa with a huff and a groan. He slowly walked around and sat on the arm of the sofa. 

He smiled down at you. "You get grumpy when you are sick. Why aren't you in bed?"

"We all know the first years can't wash their damn hands and if I go up there like Sickie McGee, they will die." you mildly joked.

"They have yet to master the magic of soap but this cannot be comfy." He said.

You scoffed, "The arms aren't, idiot but the actual sitting part is quite nice."

"Still and wouldn't it make more sense for you to not be in the commons where everyone is well... comming if you are worried about the spread of whatever you have?"

He was right, "They are called Common rooms because the community is supposed to communicate in them. But you have a point," you looked at his face that dripped with accomplishment, "It isn't a big one but it's a point."

"Can you let me have one win? Pretty please?"

You rolled your eyes, "Nope."

He slammed his hand to his chest, "Oh! Right in the heart!" he fell to the carpeted ground. 

You smiled softly. "If you wake them up, we're going to be in trouble." You smiled as he stood up and walked to sit on the sofa. He was really pushing it.

"Trouble? My middle name!"

You rolled your eyes, "No, it's Daryl. And how have you been getting away with all this sneaking out anyway?"

He raised his eyebrow, "Did Juliet ask Romeo all these questions?"

You stared at him, "Who?"

"It's a play written by a muggle poet, William Shakespeare. It's a story about two-star crossed lovers whose families hate each other. Romeo sneaks to see Juliet out on a balcony or something like that."

You closed your eyes as you sat your tea back down, "Well, I guess our balcony would be the windowsill. I don't think our families would hate each other."

"One day, we'll all get together and have breakfast."

You smiled as you laid your head back, "You wouldn't like my father, though."

"Why?"

"He said if I ever date anyone who can't cook, he'll die on the spot."

"I guess I better practice."

Roger Booker was smoking his cigarette, grey smoke lingering around him. Under his bushy black eyebrows, his icy blue eyes glanced from the clock to his book and back. 

He swept his greying hair back and his free hand went to fix a hair on his mustache, twisting it to shape.

 He looked at the pot of tea his son had made and reached to pour himself a cup but your voice stopped him.

“Dad! That’s for when Cedric gets here.” He had agreed to let you invite Cedric over on the winter holiday before you both were due to return before the Yule Ball. And he was slowly regretting it.

“When is he going to get ‘ere then?”

“Dad, most wizards have issues with our kind of money and he may be confused in a cab or something like that.”

Your Dad scoffed, “You’d think they’d have a class on it.” Despite Roger being magical, he didn’t call himself a wizard since he barely knew anything about it and had no formal magical education. 

However, his wife, a talented witch, insisted in him learning some magic since their kids may be magical.

“We have muggle studies.”

Your Dad looked at you just as the door rang, you stood up and walked to it and smiled when you saw a familiar face. You invited him in and your Dad stood up to see if the boy was as interesting and amazing as you had made him out to be.

 He was surprised to see just a teenager: Average height, brown eyes and brown hair with natural highlights. Just average and mildly underwhelming from how much you talked about Cedric.

He didn’t know what he was expecting but he wasn’t it. 

He knew that witches and wizards didn’t always fly around on broomsticks and walk around in pointed hats and wild colored robes but he was wondering if this was actually the guy. 

Still, he walked up to him and extended a hand to the boy, “Roger Booker.”

Cedric took his hand and shook it, “Cedric. Cedric Diggory.”

“This is good,” you thought, “He hasn’t star-“

“So, you are a wizard. Are you any good?”

Shit. You knew Cedric, he was going to try to impress your Dad and it was going to end terribly.

Just like you predicted, Cedric pulled out his wand but instead of firing off sparks, he simply went, “Lumos Maxima!” Making the room light up.

You looked at your Dad’s face, seeing very little change. You sighed, your Dad wasn’t trying to be mean, he just didn’t get it. 

Cedric put out the light and looked at you, you smiled back. You all had walked to the lounge and sat down.

“So, Mr. Booker, what do you do?”

“I am a professional photographer. I take photos for events and special occasions.”

Suddenly an idea popped into Cedric’s head, he reached for his wallet, “Then I think you’ll like this.” He pulled out a photo of him and his family. 

He handed it to your Dad and you watched as a pleasant soft smile formed on his face.

“I haven’t seen one of these in years. I took a lot of photos and we didn’t put up the moving ones because we often hosted parties and other people might… You know, ask a few questions.”

You grinned, “I vividly remember the parties.”

Your Dad laughed, “I remember you serving ‘drinks’”

“Drinks?” Cedric asked.

“He walked around with cups of chocolate milk. People, nit wanting to be rude, took them and drank from them. Turns out, the milk had gone bad. “

Cedric chuckled as you shook your head. “Well, in my defense, the milk was on the counter and it was easy to reach.”

“We all learned a valuable lesson that day.”After a few more embarrassing stories and happy memories, it was time to cook. You stood up and walked to the kitchen, leaving Cedric and your Dad to talk.

You brushed back your hair, washed your hands and put in your apron. For the first course, you were going to prepare a garden soup. 

You grabbed a knife as you looked for the the yellow squash, zucchini, tomatoes and bell peppers. You reached for a large pot and set it in the stove, lighting it gas with a flick of your wand.

 You walked to the pantry and pulled out some chicken stock, garlic, rosemary and thyme.

You swished your wand and watched as the knife slowly began to chop the vegetables. 

You added the chopped garlic to the pot with a little butter to turn the garlic golden, you followed with the stock and aromatics. It was boiling when you added the vegetables and you turned it to a rolling simmer before putting on the lid.

You began preparing the sides for the main course: fondant potatoes and a mixed salad. You chopped the lettuce for the salad, you diced up some carrots and sliced some cucumbers. 

You went to the fridge to grab some cheese to shred when you heard a loud thud and a shatter. You shut the door and ran to the living room.

You looked in horror when you saw it: your mother’s urn and ashes were on the ground. You looked at your Dad who looked as if he was about to explode with anger. 

You pointed at the web with your wand, “Repairo.” The urn slowly came back together, your Dad opened it and pulled out his own wand, “Wingardium Leviosa.” The ashes began floating and he moved them to the urn and gently put them back.

“What happened?” You asked.

Your Dad was just hugging the urn so Cedric spoke. “The cat jumped up and she bumped the urn and it fell and I tried to catch it and I… I hit into the wall.” You walked to your Dad, who just turned and walked upstairs

You looked at Cedric with a sad but understanding look, “Thank you for trying to catch it. It wasn’t your fault.”

“Is he mad?”

“No. Just really sad. It hasn’t been easy for him. He… he misses her more than anything. He’ll sit down here and hold it when it gets really rough. He doesn’t handle change well.”

Cedric walked to you and took your hand. “I think it’s brave.”

“Him? Oh he really is.”

“No, you.”

You looked at him with confusion.

“Besides when you first told me about her, you never seem to grieve. Your Dad seems to do it a lot and you have every right to do it but you don’t.”

You sighed as you pulled him back to the kitchen, you shut the door. “It isn’t bravery. It’s just trying not to… lose myself in it.” 

You were slowly starting to choke on tears you held back, “There are nights I cry so hard I can barely breathe and I give myself a headache. If I cried every time the urge and feeling hit me, I wouldn’t stop.”

Cedric pulled you into a hug and your tears began to fall. He held you tighter as the sniffles turned into sobs you muffled on his shoulder. He felt a few tears fall down his face as he silently listened to your sounds of pains and a few spoken words about fairness and how it hurt. After your breathing returned to normal with a few hitches, he let you go. You held a hand up to his face and wiped his tears, which made a few more fall from his beautiful brown eyes.

Suddenly the record player began to play, leaving the two of you confused, you turned to the door which you saw closing again. You smiled as you heard the song slowly fill the kitchen. Cedric and you decided to practice for the ball.

Roger Booker walked back upstairs, leaving his wife’s urn on the mantle. He walked to his room and grabbed a few picture frames including a small oval picture frame before walking back down stairs. He placed it beside the urn. 

He watched for a minute as he saw the blonde woman smiling and laughing as she swung her son around in the garden. He watched as she swooped you back up into her arms. 

He smiled as a tears dripped down his face and got caught in his mustache when the ran down the side of his nose.

He put up a wedding photo of her throwing the bouquet and him looping his arm around her waist, proceeding to spin her before kissing her.

He placed a picture of two little girls who were holding a baby on the wall beside a award he won for his photos.

He then put one final photo up. It was in the center of the mantle. You were seven and were forced to wear a bow tie. 

Your older sister who was 12, was holding the cat and smiling with her braces shining and eyes glittering. The oldest who had just turned sixteen was standing beside your mother, looking like a spitting image of the older and taller woman.

The woman, your mother, the tallest, stood roughly in the middle. She was willowy and had a soft smile as her image turned to look at her husband. 

Roger looked back at her before looking to the camera, he used to have chocolate brown hair and a full beard instead of just a mustache. He smiled as he evened up the photo, he took a few steps back and watched as the pictures of the wonders in his life moved.

He heard laughter coming from the kitchen as he walked back upstairs. Cedric was anything but average and he thought his son could do worse but it would be kind of hard to do better.

Cedric woke up because of a strong ray of winter sun. He rubbed his eyes before slowly opening them. He sat up with a light yawn and groan. He got up off his bed and he turned around to begin making it. As he straightened his pillow, he remembered something. He flung around and ran to his calendar, he then picked up a letter you had written. 

Today was the day! You were going to come over this Thursday and on Monday you and him would side aparate with his Dad to Hogsmede and walk to Hogwarts.

Cedric ran to the bathroom to grab a shower and get ready. Due to his running, Amos looked up to make sure his son wasn’t about to fall through the floor or come down the stairs missing an arm. He sighed as he stirred his and his wife’s morning tea, she came to grab her cup before looking at him and grinning.

“Amos, do you remember what today is?”

He didn’t, “Well it isn’t our wedding anniversary. It isn’t February so it isn’t Valentine’s Day… No dear, I think I have forgotten.”

She huffed, “Today is the day we meet Cedric’s boyfriend!”

Amos sighed, “We’ll at least I was on the topic of love.”

She smiled and lightly laughed before walking to the window. “Do you think he’ll like us?”

“We’re great! The real question is if we will like him.” Amos said, lightly burning his tongue on the tea.

“Amos… This is serious! Cedric is absolutely crazy about him.” She said.

He sat down his cup and walked to her,“Carla, he’ll love us.”

Cedric had just got out of the shower and was looking at himself in the mirror, he ran a comb through his hair before drying and fluffing it out with his wand. He then brushed his teeth when he realized that you said you’d be there at ten. 

He stuck his head out the door and yelled “Mum! What time is it?”

“Half past eight, sweetheart!”

He sighed in relief, spit out the foamed toothpaste, put on his bathrobe, and walked to his room where he right for his closet. He pulled on a pair of jeans and an off-white sweater, dug around, and found an old pair of brown boots. He got dressed and laced up his boots before walking downstairs. He looked at the clock to see only two minutes had passed.

He huffed, sad that it would still be a while til you arrived. Carla and Amos looked at each other, Amos sighed and Carla smiled. "Cedric, come to have a spot of breakfast, sweetheart," she said.

Cedric turned and walked into the kitchen. Amos looked at his son, whose sadness was on his face as he looked at the clock in the kitchen. "Ced, a watched pot never boils."

[hp-hcs]

okay what about mattheo following the hufflepuff boy he’s crushing on into the woods and discover some magic beast he’s been taking care of!! And he’s just like damn I want him

aaaaaaa sorry for not writing for a couple days, y’all. my fuckin roommate decided to be a dumbass and broke his motherfucking leg, so i had to very hastily write this while he’s high off his ass on ketamine 😀👍

quibbler — mattheo riddle x male! hufflepuff! lovegood! reader

warnings: dumbledore bashing, alluded snape bashing

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Luna floated down the train’s hallway, followed in tow by her younger brother—a daydream-prone Hufflepuff who was oblivious to the advances of half of the school.

“Hello, little Lovegood,” your prefect, Cedric Diggory, said warmly, looking you up and down with a quick glance as he leaned out of the doorway of his friends’ compartment.

“Hello, Mr. Diggory,” you said with a dreamy grin. “Quibbler?”

He took the magazine you held out for him with a wide grin, immediately flipping through the pages. “Thanks, little Lovegood.”

You waved farewell, already starting back down the hallway. You heard Cedric sigh behind you, before returning to his compartment.

You moved onto the next room, sliding open the door and peeking in. The conversation inside halted, and you saw three startled faces looking up at you.

“Who the fu- oh, hello Y/N. You’re looking radiant as ever,” Pansy Parkinson said, fluttering her eyelashes at you.

“Thank you, Miss Pansy,” you said softly. “Quibbler?” You held out the magazine in her direction.

She took it immediately, causing Draco to lean forward and give you a charming grin.

“Got one for me too, little Lovegood?”

“Of course, Mr. Draco!”

The last occupant of the compartment was a boy you’d never seen before. He had an odd guarded look on his face that was severely faltering as he watched his friends communicate civilly with a Hufflepuff a year below them.

“Who are you?” He asked bluntly, although not intending to be rude.

You look over and smile at him. “Hullo, mister. Y/N Lovegood. Quibbler?”

“Mattheo Riddle,” He introduced ambivalently, taking the proffered magazine with some hesitation and raising an eyebrow as he read the cover.

“‘How To Ward Off Wrackspurts’?” He questioned. “What’s a wrackspurt then?”

“Invisible. They make you all confused and higgledy-piggledy. Your friends are full of them.”

The boy glanced at his two friends, who had abandoned attempting to read the eclectic magazine in favor of just staring at you with dreamy gazes.

“Right…”

“See you around then, mister,” you said, stepping back out into the hallway and sliding their compartment door shut before continuing on your journey, unknowingly taking Mattheo Riddle’s heart with you.

~~~ “You’d better watch out for nargles, mister.”

Mattheo startled, looking around for whoever had broken his reverie.

You stood there, your uniform shirt a rumpled mess, tie nowhere to be found, in non-uniform compliant shorts and mismatched socks. You blinked up at him expectantly.

Mattheo licked his chapped lips. “What?” He croaked, his voice cracking.

You didn’t mention it, nor the obvious tears he was hastily wiping away.

“Nargles,” you repeated. “In the mistletoe.” You point upwards, at the small bundle of leaves dotted with white berries hanging above your heads.

His cheeks flushed and he started to stammer something out, but you interrupted him again.

“Here,” Shifting the milk crate that you’d tied a pink ribbon to, thus turning it into a satchel that you carried your schoolbooks in, you pulled off one of your necklaces, holding it out to him.

It was a butterbeer cork on a string. Mattheo blinked.

“Keeps the nargles away,” you explained dreamily. He took the necklace from you with utter reverence and care, swiping his sleeve over his face once more to clear off all of his tears.

“Thank you,” he whispered, looking bewildered as he stared down at the simple pendant resting in his palm.

You just smiled, turning on your heel and starting to skip away, humming to yourself.

~~~ “Did you hear?”

“I heard he was…”

“…believe it! Hogwarts!”

“The Quibbler? Isn’t that the…”

“What’s all the chatter about?” Mattheo asked, elbowing Draco in the side to get his attention.

“Oh, little Lovegood’s in huge fucking trouble.”

“What?”

“Yeah,” Draco shrugged. “Apparently he wrote an article for the Quibbler with some strong opinions in it that were considered uh… overly critical of Hogwarts staff. Dumbledork’s trying to claim libel, or something, I dunno.”

“What’d he write?” Mattheo asked. “I didn’t even know he could be critical. Or…opinionated, for that matter.”

Draco pulled a copy of the latest Quibbler out of his bag, handing it over. Mattheo flipped through bizarre crosswords, ads for Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes products, articles with titles like ‘Scrumple-Horned Snorkack Sighting!’ and ‘Mer-Murder: Siren Scion Shocks Sire!’, before finally flipping to Op-Eds.

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Write-In: Hogwarts Student Defends Slytherin House!

Slytherins are not bad.

The system here at Hogwarts is bad. “Healthy house competition”? More like, “Hey what if we divided these eleven year olds into ‘brave’, ‘nerd’, ‘evil’, and ‘other’”.

And inter-house friendship between the ‘good’ houses and the ‘bad’ house is frowned upon. Why? Cleverness and ambition are not inherently immoral things. You know what is immoral? Allowing a house to win the House Cup, only to add enough points after the fact to change the winner of the Cup to a completely different house. But I digress.

Slytherin students here spend seven years being taunted, bullied, and outcast, and then everyone acts surprised when they get revenge? They spend years being put down, and then suddenly, they’re offered power back. Can you blame them? Now, I am in no way defending the actions of [Editor’s note——the student uses You-Know-Who’s actual name here], but I can understand the former students’ reasons for joining. And honestly, I am tired of seeing my peers be treated like a collective persona non grata, when almost all of the former Slytherin graduates are actively against [You-Know-Who]. A very small percentage of the Slytherin house are or were the turncoats in question, and it’s immoral to ostracize an entire group for the actions of just a few people. Collective punishment is a war crime.

But Hogwarts still continues to have clear opinions and preferences on all of the houses, doesn’t it?

Gryffindor is deified by the staff and in the eyes of the general public.

Ravenclaw is patronized and mocked for holding intelligence in high regard.

Hufflepuff is forgotten.

And all Slytherin students are labeled ignoble and contemptuous at the ripe age of eleven.

But alas, this dissent will change no opinions. I’m afraid that Hogwarts’ staff’s inequitable treatment of its students only means that they are digging themselves into a deeper hole, while rapidly losing the amount of people willing to hand them a ladder. I have no respect for adults who bully and abuse children.

– Apoplectic Anonymous

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“Holy shit.”

“Yeah,” Draco nodded. “Dumblefuck’s been trying to cover it up, but Loony- Luna keeps handing more out every time he confiscates them.”

“Dude,” Mattheo shook his head with wide eyes as he scanned over the Opinion article again. “Wait- how’d he even know who wrote it? This is anonymous.”

“Dunno, man. Nobody can figure that part out,” Draco shrugged, looking around the Slytherin common room. “Hey guys! We oughtta throw a party for little Lovegood when he gets back from Dumbledick’s detention!”

The other Slytherins immediately agreed, cheering.

Mattheo just shook his head in surprise again and glanced back down at the article.

His left arm itched.

~~~ “Thank ye for th’ help, son,” Hag- Professor Hagrid said cheerily, clapping one large hand down on Mattheo’s shoulder.

(He’d never admit it, but Mattheo was forever grateful that Professor Hagrid held no grudge against him for what his dad did to him.)

((Unlike some of the other teachers, who held twenty-year grudges over being friendzoned by the girl they called a slur.))

He stacked up the last few pieces of firewood, wiping his brow and embedding the axe into the chopping log. “‘Course, sir. I could use the extra credit anyway.”

Professor Hagrid chuckled heartily. “Well, I c’n take it from here, son. Oh! Bit o’ advice?” His voice dropped to a conspiratorial whisper. “There’s a certain blond who hangs out in th’ forest, yeah? Not that you heard it from me.”

Mattheo felt his cheeks redden as it was insinuated that even his teachers knew about his silly crush dear Merlin.

(He did file that bit of information away for later, though.)

~~~ You skipped through the woods, happy to take over your sister’s duty of feeding the creatures. You stopped in a clearing that looked like any other, making a beeline for a certain tree.

Mattheo carefully picked his way through the forest duff, staying an inconspicuous distance away from you. He winced every time a dry leaf or branch snapped under his boots, slowing down and peeking out from behind a row of trees at you.

You tapped on the tree’s bark, waiting patiently until a…creature, an odd, spindly, twig-shaped creature crawled out from a small hollow recess in the tree and onto the sleeve of your coat.

“Hello, little friend! How are you this lovely evening?” You spoke softly to the creature, but your voice carried far in the otherwise quiet forest.

Mattheo watched as you let the creature crawl all over you, holding out a handful of sunflower seeds for it as you rambled on and on about anything and everything.

All Mattheo could think of was:

Oh.

Damn.

[malereadermaniac]

Hogwarts Heart-throb ~ Cedric Diggory x Male Reader

Golden boy of Hufflepuff, hogwarts' heart-throb, is actually gay! ALSO! For the purpose of this fic, I've added 2 more years to hogwarts so that Cedric is now 19 Top!Cedric x Bottom!Reader word count: 2.7k Sfw & Nsfw / MDNI ~ amab m!reader / FDNI Cw: Fingering, Praise kink, Mirror sex

Everyone at Hogwarts liked him

Girls wanted to be with him & guys wanted to be him

Cedric Diggory was the golden boy of Hufflepuff - maybe even Hogwarts

And even though he was popular, he's remained single for the past two years

People speculate it was because of his near death experience during the games

But the real reason was something Cedric could barely come to terms with himself

Yes, the heart-throb of Hogwarts is gay

Don't get him wrong! He's happy with that, but he isn't out to anyone whatsoever

And that's where you come in

(Y/n) (L/n) the Hufflepuff wizard, who is Cedric's only reason to want to be out and proud

You made him want to show you off

Flaunt that you were his and make sure everyone knew you two were together - so that no one tries anything funny with you

But how did you get him to like you so much?

It started 2 years ago, that's right, you were also his awakening

The term before the games had been announced, on a normal day, Cedric was heading to the library. During this time of day, it was almost fully empty. But when the brunette turned the corner to his usual, secluded table he stopped in his tracks when he saw another student sitting at the table. He eyed up the yellow scarf and recognised you as the boy in his year and house that he shared one single class with - other than that, you were barely in his life, even in the bedroom you two were on opposite ends.

Though, as Cedric was about to leave for another table, you looked up and locked eyes with him. That's when he first noticed something was up because no man should be making his cheeks turn just ever so slightly pink. He noticed your (h/c) hair and how well it framed your face, your eyes were almost entrancing that he couldn't break the eye contact, and Oh Merlin when you smiled at him Cedric swore his heart stopped for a second.

"Did you wanna sit here?" You ask with a warm smile, looking up from your notes

For a moment, Cedric remained quiet, mainly thinking about what he should say but partially still admiring you.

"Yeah... sure" He says with his usual, charming smile

And that was the start of this whole ordeal

Cedric didn't know that what he was starting to feel was love, but instead, he chose to deem it as taking a liking to you

To be fair to him, you weren't like the others, unlike the other guys you didn't obviously envy him or try to pander to him and make him like you

And even though he'd heard rumours of you being gay, you didn't fawn over him like the girls or try to flirt with him painfully

Cedric liked it. You treated him as any other person

You were chill around him in the library

And when he saw you in the hallway the next day, you didn't try to cling to the 2 hours you'd shared the day before like any other person he'd met

But instead, you just smiled at him and kept walking with your friend

That whole day he couldn't stop thinking about you

He wanted to speak with you

More than just a few meaningless words but rather have a proper conversation with you

And so the next day, during your transfiguration class that the two of you shared

Cedric decided to move to sit next to you

And after one whole year of being friends, chatting, hanging out

Cedric finally realised that he liked you

Actually

That's a lie, Cedric came to terms with the fact that he liked you after a year

He realised he liked you during the games, when after the second trial, frantic thoughts ran through his head that of it would have been you under the water instead of Cho, he wouldn't of know what to do

Also, after nearly dying at the grave yard, Cedric could only think about you during what he thought was his final moment

But nevertheless

Cedric knew that he liked you

He knew he would definitely grow to love you

And the thoughts of what could be if he just asked you out already kept him up at night

So one day, he asked you to meet him in a quiet hallway and he spilled his guts to you

It was sweet. He couldn't stop complimenting you, and he couldn't look you in the eye, and he just could not stop talking

You had to shush him with a kiss

Which Cedric gladly accepted, wrapping his arms around your waist and keeping the soft kiss going

"I like you too, Cedric" you giggle after breaking the kiss

That was all Cedric needed to hear

His face had a faint pink hue now, and the biggest grin was plastered on his face

And everything just got better and better from that point on

To your other friends, you and Cedric were just best friends

But behind closed doors, the two of you were a perfect couple

Date nights every Saturday and Sunday

Cedric switched beds to sleep closer to you, and once everyone is asleep, he sneaks into your bed and the two of you cuddle all night long

Once the two of you became 9th years, you only had to share a room with one other person

And of course, Cedric made sure that you two shared a dorm room

"Hey, Cedric!" You say with a huge smile when you run into your boyfriend in the hallways between classes

"Hey b- (y/n)" Cedric says with a small smirk. The two of you always slipped up, but it was never too bad

"Meet me in our dorm after lessons" your brunette boyfriend whispers in your ear as he passes you

So you did, and there he was, waiting for you on his bed.

"Darling~ You're here!" Cedric says with a smile, standing up to walk over to you

"Yeah? What did you want to do?" You reply, mirroring Cedric's smile as he cups you cheeks and gives you a prolonged peck

"Well..... Let's have sex" Cedric whispers after breaking the kiss, his nose pressed against yours as his honey eyes stare into yours, looking for your reaction.

Now, the two of you most definitely weren't virgins

Cedric had done shit with girls in the past, and you had a bit of experience under your belt as well with guys

And you'd given your boyfriend blowjobs before - in bathrooms, empty hallways, and even the common room late at night - and he's a big fan of those

But you two had never gone further than that, which scared you a little

"Umm... Now? ....Sure" you say hesitantly, but with a determined smile on your face.

Cedric's grin was even bigger than when you first agreed to blow him

He was a little worried, though

"You know I've never... done it with a guy, right?" Cedric whispers, looking down at you with dusted pink cheeks

"I know, Cedric. I can guide you if you'd like?" You say with a smile, kissing your boyfriend's cheek, and then his lips, and then his jaw

"I'd like that a lot, (Y/n)" the golden boy mumbles

You carry on kissing his neck, down to his collar bone, and pulling his gown to kiss him even lower

Cedric cupped your face and kissed you again, more passionately this time

His tongue pushing into your as you moan into his mouth

As the two of you make out, Cedric taking the lead, you both pulled each others clothes off, sliding the silk fabric off of each other until you were both left in your undergarments

You'd seen most of your boyfriends underwear by now from the number of times you'd blown him

Tonight, he's wearing some run of the mill black boxers with a golden yellow waist band

Cedric, on the other hand, had only seen you shirtless

So blood rushed not only to his cheeks but also his dick when he saw you almost fully naked, sporting some tight, black boxer briefs

Cedric admired your body. He'd only seen it and felt it when visiting his family with you or vice versa

You noticed his eyes were lingering and got a little embarrassed, but decided to have some fun

"You can touch me if you want, Cedric" you say with a warm smile

"Don't mind if I do, Darlin" Cedric said, effortlessly oozing charisma

With your hands on his shoulders, you watched Cedric's face as his hands caressed your skin, feeling around your waist and hips and even ass

His face was a mix of cute and incredibly attractive, the brunette was biting his lip and blushing as he felt your body

His boner now evident

You kissed him, and felt his body as well

Your boyfriend was muscular yet lean, he felt great, strong and smooth

His arms felt as if they could lift you no matter your weight

When you broke the kiss, you looked into Cedric's golden eyes

"Now, I'm gonna go lie on the bed, and I'm gonna need you to prep me" you say, explaining to your clueless boyfriend what to do

"Prep you?" He asks, genuinely confused, tilting his head to the side and furrowing his eyebrows

You could feel your heart melt

"Merlin... this is embarrassing... I'm not a girl, so you can't just shove it in, baby" you say with a bright red blush in your face

"Oh shit yeah... what do I need to do?" Cedric asks, holding your hand and playing with your fingers

He cared a lot, Cedric never wants you to feel uncomfortable

You sit on the edge of his bed and drag him in front of you

"I need you to pull off my undergarments, wet your fingers, and... prep me... understand?" You say with an embarrassed grin

"Ohhhh... yeah, I understand you perfectly, (Y/n)" a grin contorted Cedric's face, confusion no longer present but instead replaced with his excitement from before

Next thing you know, Cedric placed his palm on your chest and pushed you down onto his bed

You giggle as you feel his slender fingers slip under your boxers and pull them off of your hips

You raise your feet onto the bed, legs spread for your boyfriend

"Wow... you're so sexy, darlin" Cedric mumbles, making your heart flutter

You can hear a soft wet sound and a small pop

You then realise Cedric must of been sucking his fingers, because not even 5 seconds later, his hands were spreading your cheeks

And Cedric's wet fingers were circling your entrance

You were a little scared but mostly excited

And when Cedric started to push against your hole, you knew you were in for a long and incredible night

The golden haired boy gently pushes the tip of his index finger against your hole

Once it slid it effortlessly, Cedric watched with wide and excited eyes as you clenched around him

"Nghh..." you whine, the feeling of the intrusion being something you know but aren't used to

Slowly, Cedric started to move his fingers

Clearly he has had experience like this

But you didn't mind at all, probably because of the way Cedric was working your hole

His soft fingers gently pressing against you walls, spreading your hole for his pleasure

Cedric admired your entrance, how when he scissored his fingers open your hole gapes and winked at him

"Fuck... you're so hot, (y/n)" Cedric mumbles with a flushed face but a shit eating grin plastered on his face

"Oh yeah? Merlin.... you're so good with those fing- MHHNNN!" You stared to say breathily, however you were kindly interrupted by Cedric's fingers pushing against your prostate

"Fuck! Are you okay, (y/n)??" Cedric worries

"I'm great.... you just hit that one spot that shatters my world in the best way possible"

"Oh... I'll get back to that then, darlin' "

40 minutes pass, your hole sloppy and loose after Cedric practically abused it with his fingers

You were moaning mess already, your dick twitching as precum spilled onto your stomach, saliva drooling down your chin as you moan like a whore

"I think you're fine by now" Cedric chuckles as you whine from the loss of his fingers

But as you ground yourself again as your boyfriend kisses you deeply, you notice that his fingers are about to be replaced by something better

You watch as the golden boy if Hogwartz whips out his monster cock from his briefs

It's pretty dick, around 7 inches, a tidy bush of blonde-ginger pubes and loose, saggy balls - with one thick vein down the side of his shaft

"Fuck.... I love you" you say with a giggle and a blush as your return your eyes to Cedric's

"Hmhm... I love you too, darlin'.... My darling (y/n)"

Cedric's arms move to either side of your head and his face is just inches from yours

"Am I alright to put it in, I'm so desperate for you..."

"Go ahead, sexy" you say flirtatiously

The two of you chuckle and kiss each others faces, you gasp when Cedric starts to push the tip of his cock

Merlin... it feels incredible

You moan and gasp and whine in pure pleasure, Cedric's prepping getting rid of any possible pain

"Fuuuu.... Unnnnhh" Cedric groans as you tighten around him once he bottoms out

You move your hands to cup his face, which is scrunching in effort as to not cum immediately

The two of you kiss

A passionate, slow kiss as Cedric starts to rut into you

"Hngg..." you moan into your boyfriend's mouth

The sound of the hufflepuff's hips slapping against your bare ass echos throughout the room

Along with your moans and Cedric's, as well as the wet squelches of your lips and hole

"Fuck you're too good... (y/n)... fuck I love you" Cedric whispers breathily into your ear

His praises make your dick twitch

He was good too, really good

"Fuck... you're so good, Cedric... Ahhh Cedric..." you moan

Cedric pushes himself up, looking down at you with a grin on his face

He watches as you wiggle around from his dick slowly pumping in and out of you

He finds this so hot

He finds you so hot.

The next thing you know, Cedrics hands trace your waist and grip your hips, manhandling you to get up on your knees and flipping you to face his bedroom mirror

Oh fuck.

Your face flushes redder than before

"CEDRIC! AHHH...!" You want to scold your boyfriend for wanting to do something so perverted for your first time

But you were not-so-rudely interested by his dick ramming back into you all the way

You moan loudly and lewdly

Watching yourself in the mirror as your jaw goes slack and your body lets Cedric manhandle you into the position he wanted you in

One hand on your hip tight and the other around your chin from behind you, his vein hand making sure your eyes stayed on the mirror in front

As the two of you got wilder, your moans louder and sluttier as your dick twitched and walls tightened, Cedric also got closer to cumming

You looked behind your fucked-out face and looked at Cedric's

Your walls tightened instantly

He just looked so hot, smirking with a thin blush

Sweaty with damp hair, his pecs tensing as he grinned while looking at you, it was the hottest sight you'd ever seen

So hot, that you came...

"AHH! Cedric- Cumming- Ack-!" You shout in between moans

"Go ahead then, sweetheart~"

That's what really pushed you over the edge, along with him kissing your neck and forcing hickey all over it.

Your heart was still racing

Your body sweaty over the covers, covered in cum, spit, hickeys and lovebites....

Cedric was next to you, sat up and reading a book, still naked and sweaty

Your hole was leaking Cedric's cum, but you couldn't care less

Once the two off you cooled off enough, you both cleaned up and went your default

That is, cuddling until you'd both fallen asleep...

[panandinpain0]

can I make a rEquEST I’m new to this so sorry if it sounds weird 😭😭 can I req a cedric (yes I’m basic) x male hufflepuff where the readers the year below him- at the triwiz tourney and ball it’s revealed he’s the cousin of krum or delacour? Specific I know 😭

Cousins?

Dw hon, I'm basic too <3

I'm going with Delacour, idk why I just feel more inclined to do her- so you're Fleur Delacour's little brother!

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Requested by: Anon

Cedric Diggory x Male!Hufflepuff!Delacour!Reader

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(Y/N) and Cedric had been friends since (Y/N)'s first year. They'd met at his welcoming feast and became fast friends, even though they couldn't really go to class together (seeing as the classes were separated by year) but whenever they weren't attending class you'd see them together.

Now it was the Triwizard Tournament, and Cedric had been chosen.

"You what?" (Y/N) muttered through the toast in his mouth.

"Don't talk with your mouth full- and I was chosen as a champion for the Triwizard Tournament," Cedric shot back playfully.

It was the day after his (and Harry's) name had been drawn, but (Y/N) was recovering from a week-long cold in the hospital wing. (Y/N) had really wanted to go but Madame Pomfrey insisted he stayed until he was better.

"Okay mom-" (Y/N) mocked after he'd swallowed his toast, turning his full attention to Cedric. "So you're actually going to compete?"

"Well-" Cedric shrugged halfheartedly- "Yeah. Do I really have a choice?"

"I'd like to think so," (Y/N) argued back, not backing down.

"It's not like I can just ask them to pull another name out of the goblet-"

"That's exactly what you can do!"

"Why are you fighting so hard for this? Aren't you happy for me?" Cedric asked, the fire fading from his voice near the end of his sentence.

(Y/N) sighed and shook his head, looking around the hall for a second.

"It's not that I'm not happy for you Cedric, I'm just... worried. You could die, Cedric. This tournament was banned for years for a reason. I have no idea why those idiots decided to bring it back." (Y/N) scoffed and started eating again, not that he was very hungry anymore.

"Hey, 'those idiots' includes our Headmaster."

"I meant what I said. The man who's supposed to be protecting us and have our best interests at heart is sending you- and other students- into a dragons den!" (Y/N) replied heatedly. "To hell with him."

Cedric didn't know what to say to that, he had a point.

"I'm sorry you don't like it, but I'm doing it, (Y/N)," Cedric warned him with a determined look on his face.

"I know, that's what I'm so afraid of. You're my best friend, Cedric. If you die, I don't-"

"Well, I'm not going to be dying so you don't have to worry about it." Cedric so badly wanted to reach across the table and take (Y/N)'s hand- but he didn't.

"You can't promise that." (Y/N) shook his head, not looking at Cedric.

They left it at that, changing the subject and getting on with their lives. Until the first task started to approach.

"I was just joking when I said they were sending you into a dragons den, I didn't think there'd be actual dragons!" (Y/N)'s strained voice whispered across the table to Cedric at the library.

"I didn't either, but Harry told me so now I'm ahead of the other champions."

(Y/N) worried his bottom lip, "I hope Fleur and Viktor find out soon..."

"I'm sure they'll be fine, if Harry knows everybody else probably knows too. Anyways, I've been studying up on some things I can use to get past the dragon, and I figured my best shot would be transfiguration. What do you think?"

"Well, you know how shit I am at transfiguration so I don't know, but I can't think of anything else. I just hope it works."

"It will." He sounded like he was reassuring himself more than anything.

...

"Alright, I've got to go-" Cedric motioned to the champions tent outside the stadium. "Make sure you have a good view," he joked, sending (Y/N) a wink.

"Wait, Cedric!" (Y/N) caught him by his wrist and pulled him in for a hug, arms around his waist as he tried to stop himself from tucking his face into Cedric's neck.

"Please be careful. Don't die."

Cedric, though surprised at first, wrapped his arms around (Y/N)'s shoulders, holding him tight. Pressing his face into (Y/N) hair he let his fear take over for a moment before he responded.

"I'll be careful, don't worry. And when it's done we'll go flying on our brooms together."

Eventually they parted, and Cedric gave what he hoped was a confident smile to his best friend, who nodded and weakly smiled back.

...

"You idiot!" Was the first thing Cedric heard after the tent flap opened.

Chuckling as Madame Pomfrey spread the salve over his burns, Cedric held out his hand to (Y/N).

"Hello to you too."

Pulling up a chair (Y/N) took hold of Cedric's hand and sat next to his cot.

"You're an idiot. I told you to be careful!"

"I know what you're saying is coming from a place of love so I won't take it seriously," Cedric joked again, squeezing (Y/N)'s hand in reassurance.

(Y/N) held Cedric's hand in both of his, pressing a kiss to his knuckles subconsciously. Heat flooded Cedric's face, and not from his burns.

"You're such an idiot," (Y/N) mumbled, still not noticing what he had done and the effect it had had on his best friend. "You could have died."

"But I didn't," Cedric managed to whisper out.

(Y/N) merely glared at him, not letting go of his hand. Madame Pomfrey finished wrapping his wounds and went to check on the other champions, leaving the boys alone.

"Hey," Cedric nudged (Y/N)'s chin with his captured hand, smiling at him. "I'm okay. I'm not dead, I'm right here."

Brows creased and tears pooling in his eyes, (Y/N) took in a deep breath and nodded, blinking them away before moving closer to Cedric's bedside. His elbows were on the side of the cot and still held Cedric's hand, staring into his eyes.

"You didn't die."

"I did not."

"Okay." (Y/N) took in another breath and closed his eyes, putting his forehead on their joined hands. "Are you in pain?"

"Some, but Pomfrey gave me some stuff for it."

"Good. Want me to beat up the dragon for you?"

Cedric guffawed and (Y/N) joined him, the two falling into laughter.

...

Staring at the egg on the table in the Hufflepuff common room, (Y/N) shook his head in dismay.

"It's only been a week, we still have time to figure it out, (Y/N)," Cedric startled him out of his thoughts.

"I know, but the sooner we know the better, that way we can find a way of beating the next task," (Y/N) shot back, turning the egg a bit on the table.

Cedric just let out an amused sigh, plopping down on the couch next to him.

"So, have you heard about this ball thing?" (Y/N) asked casually, wanting to gossip like they usually did.

Sitting up from his slouched position, Cedric gulped down his nerves and nodded.

"Uh, yes! Yeah, the Yule Ball, right?"

"Apparently we're supposed to be taking a dancing class for it," (Y/N) made a face as he wrote something down on his parchment, looking back up at the egg.

"About the ball, I was wondering..." Cedric trailed off uncertainly, looking at (Y/N)'s distracted state.

"Wondering?" (Y/N) put down his quill and looked to Cedric.

"Wondering if you'd like to go with me to the ball?"

(Y/N) blinked in shock and then his eyebrows slanted down.

"Like... as friends, or...?" (Y/N) trailed off, licking his lips as he suddenly found himself panicked.

"Um, no. Not- well, unless you'd like it to be as friends because that's completely f-"

"Yes. Yes, I'd like to go to the Yule Ball with you as not friends." (Y/N) smiled at him, his hands finding the loose thread in the common room couch very fascinating.

"Good, that's- that's good!" Cedric leaned forward and kept nodding.

They sat for a moment in awkward silence, sharing nervous looks every once in a while.

"Who do you think Harry will ask?" (Y/N) suddenly wondered aloud, picturing the awkward, bumbling boy in his year trying to ask someone out- curious as to who all of the champions will ask.

"You don't think he'll as Hermione, will you?" Cedric responded, giving in to the gossip.

"Oh, no- Ron's in love with her. Harry would never," (Y/N) stated like it was common sense.

"Wait Ron's in love with Hermione?"

And that's how the rest of the night went, the egg eventually being ignored.

...

"Do we really have to walk out in front of everybody? That seems a bit dramatic..."

"We're not just walking out, dearest, we're dancing in front of them too," Cedric teased, moving his eyebrows up and down to try and lighten the mood.

"That's not better, Diggory." (Y/N) frowned at him.

"I know, I'm sorry. I won't be that bad, just focus on me and you'll be fine," he reassured his best fr- boyfriend? They'd gone on a couple of dates since he'd asked him out to the ball, and it'd been like a dream come true.

They were lined up outside the doors of the Great Hall with Harry and Parvati standing behind them.

"Alright champions and companions, time to dance," Professor McGonagall opened the doors and out they went.

"Oh my god I can't believe I'm actually doing this," (Y/N) whispered to Cedric as they made it to the middle of the room, everybody's eyes on them. Well, the champions, which included them.

"Just look at me. None of them matter, not right now, just look at me." Cedric looked into (Y/N)'s eyes and they joined hands, dancing as the music started.

...

"I'll be honest, Ced, I did not expect to have this much fun tonight," (Y/N) revealed, taking a sip of the butterbeer that Cedric had gotten him.

"You didn't expect to have fun at a ball with your boyfriend?" Cedric asked incrediously.

"Boyfriend?" (Y/N) looked caught off guard, staring at Cedric with wide eyes.

Cedric stammered, "I- well, you- and we- I just thought..." he trailed off at the sight of (Y/N)'s blushing face.

"Boyfriend, hmm?" a new voice interrupted their conversation.

Head's whipping to see who the new person was, the boys felt almost relieved to have someone interuppt.

"Fleur, hey!" (Y/N) tried to act natural as Fleur pulled him into a hug.

"It is nice to finally get to talk to you again cousin! It feels as though I have hardly seen you while I've been here!"

"Cousin?" Cedric cut in, glancing between Fleur and (Y/N).

"Well, it is a big castle!" (Y/N) chuckled nervously, having forgotten he never told Cedric.

"Yes, (Y/N) here is my cousin. He grew up with me in France! Did he not tell you?" Fleur glanced between the two Hufflepuffs, sensing she'd said something she shouldn't have.

"I hadn't gotten the chance, it never came up." (Y/N) shrugged and smiled apologetically at Cedric.

"By the way, Mama says you need to write her back. 'Aunts deserve attention to, you know' were her exact words. Anyways, I will leave you with your boyfriend. Au revoir!" Fleur twirled away, making her way towards Roger Davies, the Ravenclaw she had asked to the ball.

"So, you're a Delacour, huh?" Cedric tried to joke.

"Not technically, if it helps? My mom is Fleur's mom's sister. She married my dad who's from Ireland, and they live there now, but we visited France a lot growing up," (Y/N) rambled, trying to tell him all now to make up for not telling him before.

Cedric nodded and looked down at his drink.

"Listen, it never real came up and I just kept forgetting, please don't take it too hard."

"It's not that." Cedric shook his head.

"Oh... well, we hadn't really talked about it yet, so I was just surprised."

"You aren't mad that I called you my boyfriend?"

"I would've preferred we'd talked about it before but I'm open to that conversation," (Y/N) chuckled out his response.

Cedric looked relieved.

"Care to dance?" he set down his cup and held out his hand to (Y/N), who took it.

"Gladly," he laughed back.

And they were happy, even if just for that night. In truth they were happy until the third task...

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Hope you liked it Anon! Idk if you wanted that much background but I didn't feel good about just jumping into the Yule Ball scene.

Lots of love to ya!

-Author Max <3

[snowyslytherinowl]

Most Crushed on Male Harry Potter Characters: A Study (Version 1)

I was wondering what male characters from Harry Potter (including Hogwarts Legacy and Fantastic Beasts) are the most crushed on. When I couldn’t find anything online that answered my question, I decided to take it into my own hands and research it for myself. I looked at reader-insert fanfics and thirst trap videos on 4 websites (AO3, Tumblr, Wattpad, and TikTok) since I think it’s the most effective way of seeing how many people want to be the focus of a Harry Potter boy’s affection. Here are the results as of August 6, 2023! 

Note: I researched other characters (ex. Matteo Riddle, Charlie Weasley) that weren’t listed here, but some of them didn’t make the cut on any website. I’ve also never seen Fantastic Beasts or played/watched videos of Hogwarts Legacy, so it’s possible that I missed loved characters from those parts of the Harry Potter universe. 

The second version of this study is now out! You can find it here!

*GIF isn't mine

AO3

What I did: I researched how many works are under “(male character)/reader” and “(male character)/you.” The number of works under these tags differed, so the number in parentheses is the higher number of works between those 2 tags. I only counted pairings with at least 300 works.

Results:

Draco Malfoy (1,414 works)

Severus Snape (1,013 works) 

Sirius Black (890 works)

Remus Lupin (817 works) 

Sebastian Sallow (710 works) 

Fred Weasley (698 works) 

George Weasley (627 works)

Harry Potter (401 works) 

James Potter (332 works) 

Newt Scamander (326 works) 

Tom Riddle/Voldemort (316 works) 

Ominis Gaunt (310 works)

Potential problems: I think the AO3 results are the most accurate since for the most part, all reader-insert works are under only 1 name of the character, not something like “Snape/reader” and then “Severus Snape/reader.” However, I did notice that there were sometimes works with 2 characters where 1 character had a relationship with the character, while the other character was in a loveless arranged marriage or some sort of non-con relationship that the author didn’t mean to romanticize. 

TUMBLR

What I did: I researched “(male character) x reader,” “(male character) x you,” and “(male character) x y/n.” The number of followers under these tags sometimes differed, so I recorded the highest number of followers between the 3 tags. I only counted characters that had a reader-insert tag with at least 2k followers. Some characters are tied because Tumblr only shows followers in thousands, not the specific number. 

Results:

Draco Malfoy (13k followers) 

Sirius Black and Remus Lupin (11k followers)

Fred Weasley and James Potter (8k followers)

Newt Scamander and George Weasley (6k followers)

Regulus Black and Tom Riddle (5k followers)

Cedric Diggory and Severus Snape (4k followers)

Theodore Nott and Sebastian Sallow (3k followers)

Ron Weasley, Neville Longbottom, and Ominis Gaunt (2k followers)

Potential problems: Because Tumblr doesn’t have a set tag for reader-insert works, I had to look up characters under multiple names, like “Remus Lupin x reader” and “Lupin x reader.” I had to exclude Harry’s tags because a lot of the works under those tags were mixed with reader-inserts or other characters. Also, there are probably some thirst photos/GIFs on Tumblr for male characters that aren’t tagged as a reader-insert. 

WATTPAD

What I did: I researched “(male character) x reader,” (male character) x you, and (male character) x y/n. The number of results under these tags sometimes differed, so I recorded the highest number of results between the 3 tags. I only counted characters that had a reader-insert tag with at least 10k results. Some characters are tied because Wattpad doesn’t show the exact number of results. 

Results:

Draco Malfoy (68.5k results) 

Neville Longbottom (53.4k results)

Newt Scamander (50.9k results)

Cedric Diggory (49.3k results) 

Ominis Gaunt (37.5k results) 

Ron Weasley (26.3k results) 

Remus Lupin (19.4k results) 

Sirius Black and James Potter (18.9k results) 

Severus Snape (18.4k results) 

Fred Weasley (15.9k results)

George Weasley (12.8k results)

Theodore Nott (11k results) 

Tom Riddle (10.7k results)

Potential problems: I don’t think these results are very accurate. Because Tumblr doesn’t have a set tag for reader-insert works, I had to look up characters under multiple names, like Remus Lupin x reader and Lupin x reader. I had to exclude Harry again because his results pulled up results for other characters. Similarly, searches for other characters pulled up reader-insert stories written only for a different character. 

TIKTOK

What I did: I looked up “(male character) thirst” on TikTok and filtered the results to show videos in order of highest number of likes to least number of likes. The first video wasn’t necessarily a thirst video of that character, so I had to manually search for the thirst video with the highest number of likes. I only recorded characters where their thirst video with the highest number of likes had at least 10k likes. Some are tied because the same video covered multiple characters. 

Results:

Harry Potter (3m likes)

Newt Scamander (447.6k likes)

Neville Longbottom (295.4k likes)

Dean Thomas (206.9k likes)

Cedric Diggory (131.6k likes)

Fred, Ron, George, and Bill Weasley (123.8k likes)

Draco Malfoy (91.6k likes)

Severus Snape (57.5k likes)

Remus Lupin (21.4k likes )

Lucius Malfoy (21k likes)

Sirius Black and James Potter (17.6k likes)

Potential problems: There were so many problems with finding videos on TikTok that romanticized the character, so I would take the TikTok results with a grain of salt. It was really frustrating to research on TikTok LMAO. I originally just looked up videos with the name of the character, but it took forever to find a thirst video and it was sometimes difficult to tell if it was an actual thirst. For example, there were some edits of Snape that showed him as a kid and a grown-up and it wasn’t clear if the creator was romanticizing him. For this reason, I know that the rankings I listed are most likely inaccurate because there are definitely thirst videos of characters that weren’t labeled as thirst videos. Also, for the results I gave for Harry, I looked up “Harry Potter thirst” and chose the video that @miwallbank duetted and had the most likes. 

COMBINING THE NUMBERS 

For accuracy reasons, I left out the numbers of results from TikTok because I think that my research was inaccurate for the most part. 

Draco Malfoy (approximately 82,914 admirers)

Newt Scamander (approximately 57,226 admirers)

Neville Longbottom (approximately 55,400 admirers)

Cedric Diggory (approximately 53,300 admirers)

Ominis Gaunt (approximately 39,810 admirers)

Remus Lupin (approximately 31,217 admirers)

Sirius Black (approximately 30,790 admirers)

Ron Weasley (approximately 28,300 admirers)

James Potter (approximately 27,232 admirers)

Fred Weasley (approximately 24,598 admirers)

Severus Snape (approximately 23,413 admirers)

George Weasley (approximately 19,427 admirers)

Theodore Nott (approximately 14,000 admirers)

Tom Riddle (approximately 5,316 admirers)

Regulus Black (approximately 5,000 admirers)

Sebastian Sallow (approximately 3,710 admirers)

Do I think these final results are accurate? Most likely not, so take the final results with a grain of salt. Also, these results aren’t necessarily indicative of how much a character is crushed on since there are probably plenty of people who don’t write fanfiction or follow tags on their loved character. I might do this again, but this is what I have for now. Thanks for reading!

[sku11s1asher]

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cedric diggory x male reader

FEM DNI (or you’ll be blocked)

this was a one night stand thing so the reader doesn’t really show much emotion during their time w/ him. also, im very mad i had to rewrite almost everything because tumblr kept deleting it.

3/24/23 edit : WHY DIDNT NO ONE TELL ME THAT IT WASNT POSTED FULLY ?!?!!

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You and your friend R/N were getting ready for a party. You might’ve been taking too long as your friend was currently rushing you, “Please Y/N! You don’t have to take all day to get ready for a party that’s going to last like two hours.” You rolled your eyes at them, “Look, I don’t know about you but tonight is my night. I need to have some stress relief.” You heard a sigh before your friend plopped back on your bed.

Once you finally finished getting ready, you looked in the mirror, “I don’t know, this outfit-” “Oh my fucking god.” Your friend dragged you, they do not want to deal with your indecisiveness. You both left the dorm and headed to your car, “Since I decided to invite you to this party and stuff, I should be able to use the aux!” Your friend smugly said. “Right… if that’s so, have fun walking to the party.”

As soon as you and your friend got out of the car, you both got hit with a strong smell of alcohol. “Who’s party is this?” You asked them to which they shrugged their shoulders and replied, “I don’t know, I just heard about it.” You rolled your eyes, “What if we get killed here?” Your friend gave you a side hug, “At least we’d die together.”

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Shortly after that, your friend left with some person. After dancing for a bit you decided to grab a drink, unknown to you that someone was following you. You took a sip of your water and turned around to someone in your face. “Hey, pretty boy,” He smiled at you. You let out a small laugh, “Hi, handsome.”

“You had some good moves back there, you should show me a little more.” He smirked. You smiled, “What’s your name?” “Cedric.” “Well Cedric, I’d love to show you some more moves.” You said as you grabbed his hand. He said a quick ‘follow me’ and took you to a room. As soon as the door closed and locked it, he took off his shirt and sat on the bed patting his lap.

“You sure are eager.” You said to him as you took off your shirt, “Why wouldn’t I? Who wouldn’t love a personal dance from someone as beautiful as you?” Cedric replied. You sat on his lap and kissed his neck, you could tell he easily gets aroused since all you did was give him a small kiss.

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After some making out, grinding, and all that good stuff, you both decided you couldn’t wait any longer. He took off both of y’all’s pants, once he got yours off he started giving you small kisses here and there. “Did you prepare yourself at all before this?” He asked. “Yeah, I was hoping for something like this to happen.” He let out a slight laugh, “God, you are more of a slut than I am.”

He had your head shoved into a pillow as he was shoving his cock inside of you, “You feel so nice inside.” He whispered into your ear. Once he was fully in, he didn’t waste any time before he started pounding into you. You might’ve had a lot of other one-night stands but, this was one of the best so far. Your moans were muffled, but even if they weren’t, the party would’ve been too loud to hear them anyways. “You are taking me so well, princess-“ he couldn’t even finish his sentence before cutting himself off with a groan.

He pulled out for a quick second to flip you over, “Damn- I’m getting close-“ he moaned out. You really couldn’t comprehend what he was saying as you were in cloud nine but, what you did know was you were about to cum. He took your cock into his hand to jack you off, soon after you came, he did too. After a couple minutes he slowly pulled out, throwing the condom into the trash next to the bed.

He calmed himself down before giving your chest a pat, “That was nice, maybe we could do it another time.” That was the last you heard from him as he got up and left. Once you were able to get your brain right, you threw on your clothes and grabbed your friend before they could go in a room with someone else.

“Is it time to go?” They asked. “Yeah, it’s getting late and I’m tired, plus I just had some amazing sex.” On the way back to your dorm, you and your lovely friend talked about what y’all did at the party, laughing at each other. You both were total sluts but, it’s okay.

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thanks for the request, i’ve never watched Harry Potter, so sorry if i made any mistakes.

@weepingsandwichenemy

[pariahsparadise]

godsend | c. d.

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requested by @gaycrimsonghost: unsure if you're taking requests at the moment but hello! i am mildly sick so i was wondering- can i request a sick!reader x cedric diggory fluff?

word count: 0.9k

pairings: cedric diggory x gn!reader

warnings: sickness, swearing, unedited work, reader is lowkey unpredictable idk

a/n: you're probably not sick anymore, but thank you for the request anyways! so sorry it took so long for this to get out. also, this fic is mainly dialogue because i suck at knowing how sick people act, but i still think it's kinda cute? idk

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“I’m sick.”

“Really? I hadn’t noticed.”

You groan at the sarcasm in your boyfriend’s statement, sending him a scowl that he simply laughs off. Undeterred, you try again, “You can’t be in here. Pomfrey will have your head.”

“She won’t,” Cedric says, crossing the floor of your dorm in two long strides, sitting down on the mattress beside your body. One of his hands reaches out to brush some stray hair away from your face, freeing themselves from your loose ponytail, “Because she’s not going to find out.”

“‘Course she will,” you huff as Cedric touches the tips of his fingers to your forehead, discreetly (or so he thinks) checking your temperature, “I’ll tell her.”

Cedric gasps dramatically, hand leaving you to fly up to his chest, “You wouldn’t.”

“I so would. Anything to prevent my boyfriend from-” your voice cuts off as you wave your hands around your body, as if your sickness is a visible aura, “-even if it does involve snitching.”

“No,” he repeats, “You wouldn’t.”

“And why’s that?”

“Because you love me?” You raise your eyebrow, like you could ever possibly doubt that, and Cedric laughs, trying again, “Because I come with a bribe.”

Your mouth twists up on one side in a half-smile, “Do go on.”

“Here,” Cedric deposits a small parcel on your stomach, rushedly tied with paper and brown string. “It’s not much,” he explains quickly as you open it, “But I know you hate being sick, and I thought this might help cheer you up a little.”

You can’t respond yet, because you’re busy gawking at the contents of the package. Three of the latest Quibbler editions are stacked at the bottom, Cedric knew you loved reading them, and on top of them are a large array of small items, balancing for dear life. You spy chocolate frogs and cauldron cakes, all accompanied with your other favourite candies, a deck of Exploding Snap cards, two little bottles of essential oils (the neatly scrawn labels with the familiar handwriting make you realise that Cedric must have ignored Snape to concoct them in Potions) and a couple of candles to match.

“Earth to Y/N?” You distantly hear Cedric say, but it’s only when his hand pokes your shoulder that you zone back in.

“This- this is unbelievable, Ced,” you say, feeling your face split into the stupid little smile only he knows how to trigger, “Holy shit. ‘It’s not much,’ my ass.”

“You like it, then?” He chuckles, but you see his shoulders slump minisculely with relief, the tension in them leaving as he takes in your happy features.

“Like it? Cedric, if I wasn’t sick, I’d straddle you right here and-”

“Woah! Okay!” Cedric’s cheeks pink and when his hand reaches up to steady his trembling chest, it’s for real this time. He shakes his head at you disapprovingly, but you catch the giveaway twinkle in his eye, “Merlin's sake, control yourself.”

You pout a little, “You sure I can’t convince you to get into bed with me?”

“What was it you were saying earlier? Something along the lines of ‘Anything to protect my stellar boyfriend from the ickiness of my ungraceful, sick body-’ -Oi!”

Your pillow catches him off-guard, but it proves effective in its task of shutting Cedric up, who simply looks bewilderedly at the cushion on the floor. You start to laugh at his expression, but it quickly turns into a cough, which leads to you to start shivering, fists bunching in the blankets over you as you pull them higher, trying to warm up.

“You alright?” You hear your boyfriend fret, his head appearing in your peripheral vision as you feel his hands start to card through your hair, trying to soothe you.

“Just c-cold,” you say a little brokenly, twisting to delve your side deeper into the mattress.

You gasp as you suddenly register warm hands on the front of your body, starting to gently massage your stomach. Cedric twines his arms around you securely, pressing a soft kiss to your ice-cold neck before returning his attention to warming you up.

You practically melt into his own body, all complaints dancing on the tip of your tongue dropping down instantly as his hands work circles along your ribs, certain that this is heaven you’ve found yourself in. In a matter of minutes, you’re warm again, but Cedric’s hands don’t stop their work, even when you assure him that you’re fine now.

“Angel,” you murmur to yourself, raising your voice to address him directly, “You’re a fucking godsend, you know that?”

“I am pretty great, aren’t I?” He remarks cockily.

“Never mind. Get out of my bed.”

“Whatever happened to ‘You sure I can’t convince you to get in bed with-’ -Dude, what is it with you and pillows? Y/N, stop it hEY SOMEONE HELP-”

Not even thirty seconds later, Cedric’s being escorted out of your dorm, tall body leaning down precariously to allow Madam Pomfrey to twist his ear, but all he can think about is your flushed face, frame trembling with giggles. Your features taken over by something other than the sickness that’s been plaguing you for days now.

As far as he’s concerned, his mission’s accomplished.

[defectivevillain]

sanctuary

when you’re on your period…. (as a trans guy)

pairing (separate): Harry Potter x male reader, Ron Weasley x male reader, Cedric Diggory x male reader, Blaise Zabini x male reader

author’s note: ya im on my period so you best believe i had to write something like this. alright anyways let’s get into it

if you’re fem aligned dni pls :)

Harry Potter

y'all already know Harry would be so so so sweet and attentive when you’re on your period

it’s funny though because whenever you tell him you’re on your period

he just goes “aw that sucks :/”

so naturally you have to slap him on the shoulder (playfully ofc)

he’d be so helpful tho honestly

has literally no problem getting pads/tampons/whatever for you

like toxic masculinity who????

and obviously he has so many friends that are girls. so if you’re on your period you will most definitely see him going around whispering to his girl friends if they have stuff

the very first time you get your period, Harry doesn’t really know what to do

the next day you’re walking into the Great Hall for breakfast when you see Harry talking to Hermione

you try not to eavesdrop but... you’re curious ;0

and you just hear him going “so what should I do for him? like what do I get him? what do you use? what’s helpful? is there anything he definitely needs-”

and you smile to yourself because you know he’s trying his best to be there for you

Ron Weasley

okay so telling Ron you're on your period?

easily the most nerve wracking thing you've ever had to do

and you’re so nervous because you don’t want him to react weirdly or something

so when you first walk over to him, your hands shaking, he immediately is concerned

alarms are running off through his head- did you get hurt? were you alright? why were you so nervous?

and then you told him you were on your period.

you kind of grimace and break eye contact with him, afraid to see his reaction.

it’s quiet for a bit....

which is unusual when you’re with Ron, because he's quite easygoing and, well, loud when he’s around you.

you turn to look at your shaking hands in your lap when suddenly

he gently holds your face and tilts your head up to face him

and you’re like huh???? but then you see the expression on his face and holy shit-

the softest smile is on his face. and you can’t help but smile back at him.

the two of you stare at each other for a bit, smiling. then he breaks the air.

“okay.”

it seems like he’s lost for words, but you know by the way his thumbs are lightly caressing your cheeks that he is going to be very supportive and helpful :)

Cedric Diggory

for whatever reason you are absolutely horrible at recognizing the signs so more often than not Cedric figures out you're on your period before you do.

you’re just vibing and complaining that your back hurts a bit and he’s just like

bruh?????

“probably your period, duh”

and you just look at him, wide eyed because how did this mf know????

he answers your questioning gaze with “you always complain about your back hurting before you get your period...”

anyways

he's very observant 

and is the most gentlemanly gentleman to ever gentleman

he always acts like a gentleman but.. bUT when you’re on your period???

suddenly he’s asking you how you’re feeling every five seconds,

constantly bringing you food if you're hungry

there’s even one day when you’re really tired. like really tired. so tired that you just fall asleep in the middle of doing your homework in the library??

and Cedric just looks at you in exasperation before shrugging and picking you up in his arms

bro he is STRONG like his muscles??  WHEW I MEAN ANYWAYSSS

but yeah at one point he’s going up the stairs and kind of jostles you by accident which leads to you waking up. and you just groggily blink for a second, looking up at him and evidently realizing that he’s carrying you.

and you get really flustered and tuck your head into his chest so he can’t see the absolutely lovestruck look on your face

but he’s proud of himself for getting that reaction. lol.

eventually he gets you back to your dorm- don’t ask how, prefect secret- and sets you down on your bed.

after helping you to get settled in, he sits on the edge of the bed next to you. you’re too tired to really do anything except start to doze off...

the last thing you recollect before falling asleep is him pressing a light kiss to your forehead

Blaise Zabini

alright let’s be real

Blaise tries to act like he doesn't care about you. (the key word being tries)

and when you first tell him you're on your period he does one of his little scoffs and then you just drop it.

after all, you didn’t really expect him to fawn over you- he’s not the type of person to pamper his partner or anything. 

and so you don’t really think he behaves any differently than normal.

but.

his housemates most definitely do notice

because it’s so obvious how much he cares about you

Blaise isn’t one to really talk about his friends but he’s constantly bragging about you to his friends, about how you’re such a good student and good at everything you do.

and when you’re on your period???

he is always shooting you concerned looks when you’re not looking

Blaise still kind of thinks that having feelings for someone is a weakness but his concern for you overrides any of that shit

idk he’s the kind of boyfriend that isn’t super vocal about his love for you, but instead shows it through his actions 

so instead of vocally being like “I'm here for you, I support you” blah blah blah

his love for you shows through in the little things

like when he lightly clasps your hand under the desk in potions, or when he shoves more food onto your plate at dinner... or when he gives you his jacket when you’re cold.... stuff like that :)

OMFG WAIT I JUST THOUGHT OF SOMETHING 4KJGIOUGSRHJTS OKAY OKAY

so imagine you’re not even dating right!!! you’re really close friends but you’re not dating or anything 

and there’s one day where you just feel like compete and utter shit

you try going to your classes

and the day goes fine

until potions.... where Blaise sits next to you...

and he immediately notices when you sit down that something is off- you have a pained expression on your face- and so immediately he concludes you must be sick or something

he chides you for being there, whisper-hissing at you about how you shouldn’t have gone to class

he literally cannot stop admonishing you for going to class- like it literally gets so bad that Snape takes 5 points from Slytherin to get him to shut the fawk up

even then, you can feel his gaze burning into the side of your head

by some miracle, Snape doesn’t have any lab work assigned for the day, which means it’s just kind of a reading day

and you are just slowly feeling more and more like shit

somehow you manage to make it through the class period

and you stay in the room until you’re certain Snape and all your peers have left so you don’t draw attention to yourself

you try to get up and are hit with a sudden wave of dizziness and vertigo- so bad that you kind of topple backwards

you brace yourself for a brutal contact with the floor

but suddenly you find yourself colliding with a hard chest

and you try to turn around (key word being try because you’re very disoriented) but all you can manage to see is a dark green tie

the person has a firm grip on your arm, grounding you

they turn you around and you wobble a little bit, hand shooting out to brace yourself against your desk

and you look up and Blaise is looking at you with the scariest look on his face

immediately you start sweating bullets

but Blaise just goes “you shouldn’t have come to class.”

and then proceeds to help you out of the room, leading you with a hand on the small of your back

author’s end note: MWAHAHAHAHHA ooh yes I like how that turned out very much. especially the lil Blaise thing at the end heheheheh

[saidrolav]

hiiii super glad to have found your blog, it’s really great!!!! could I please have a 🐧 with marvel and Harry Potter characters? 🥰❤️

I’m an ENTP and a Leo, I like literature, history, theatre and fashion history, I’m not very scientifically inclined. I’m extroverted, I’m the mom friend and somehow sometimes also the chaos personified friend, I’d say I’m confident, friendly and creative enough, I talk way too much, got lots of friends but only fully trust a few. I’m a Slytherin (lil bit of Ravenclaw) definitely fit the ambition and resourcefulness aspects of my house and maybe a bit of sneakiness too. I love reading, singing, acting, walking, sewing and kick boxing.

I’m 5’4 and medium built with a few curves, I’ve got brown hair mostly in some braided (sometimes historically inspired) hairstyle or in a short bob and greyish-green eyes

I love to find new stuff to know about, I’m a bit of a nerd! I have a good relationship with my family and they mostly come to me for advice. I’m still figuring it out but I’m probably Demiromantic.

Oof I also apparently write a lot, sorry for the lengthy ask😅

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Hiiiii! Thanks for your request and the compliments 🥺 ! I ship you with...

Cedric Diggory!

He would definitly go watch theatre with you and you would discuss of it on the way back home (and probably in the restaurant he planned for the both of you after that) 🧡

He could spend hours listening to you talking about a subject you adore but would make fun of you when Rogue tells you to shush 😭

He would definitly be impressed by your kick boxing talents (and scared) mostly because he loves the fact that even without your wand you can still kick asses.

Thor Odinson!

He tries his best to understand everything you're saying but with your midgards terms he often gets confused and you have to explain to him what you just said 🥺

He loves seeing you sewing and he would ask you so sew his cape because it broke.. again... and again...

He definitly loves your curves and keep praising you about it until he's getting too clingy 🧡

[mosquego359]

𖤐One Kiss and A Quidditch Match — Chapter 1: Destiny's Invitation𖤐

Prologue (recommended to read)

Pair: Cedric Diggory x Male Slytherin Reader

Word count: 3.1K words

Summary of the book: You and Cedric Diggory hate each other. It has always been this way. But everything changes one night when you kiss each other at a party. Now, it seems you can’t escape each other — from being partnered up in Herbology for an important project to having to help Cedric during the Triwizard Tournament.

Summary of the chapter: It's the first day. You and your four closest friends have Defence Against the Dark Arts first thing, but you meet the teacher even before class starts and he surprises you with information you didn't realised he had. After first period, you and your group get a surprise invitation to a party.

Notes: This is my first Cedric fanfic so please forgive me for any OOC moments. Please comment anything I should change to improve this. Also, this first chapter will mainly focus on your friends, but there is an interaction with Cedric. Additionally, I am not British so I am not 100% sure how to correctly write people from the UK.

Content warning: There are a couple curse words in this chapter, but they are not too frequent. I may also write a few sexual scenes in later chapters if people request it.

!PLEASE DO NOT REPOST ANYWHERE WITHOUT PERMISSION OR CREDITS TO ME!

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“Just a few more days and I’ll be old enough to participate in the Triwizard Tournament. Fuck, (Name), I kinda pity you for being born in March,” one of your close friends, Alistair Campbell, ranted about his latest obsession, small pieces of chewed toast flying out of his mouth.

“Don't talk when you eat, Cambell,” another one of your friends, Elsie Wilson, gagged, removing her Slytherin cloak and draping it over the chair to your left. She sat down in an almost royal manner, carefully smoothing her skirt.

Alistair leaned across you to get close to Elsie, chewing, mouth open, intentionally being noisy, and spitting bits of mushy toast onto her lap. Elsie gasped and got back up, wiping the bread off her skirt with a napkin and a disgusted look on her porcelain face.

“It’s the first bloody day of school, Alistair. Calm down.” You pushed your cackling friend back into his chair, wondering how the hell girls were attracted to a moron like himself.

You had to agree Alistair was a looker with his curly hair dyed bright red — faded to burgundy from many Quidditch practices under the rain and days during the break where he went swimming — strong, square jaw, and flawless brown skin, but it didn’t excuse his rude behaviour.

Whenever he walked anywhere with you and the rest of your clique, girls would ogle at his pretty face and muscles, giggling and sometimes latching onto his brawny biceps, attempting to start a casual conversation. If they were smart, they would notice he wasn’t interested and walk away. If they weren't — which was most of the time — one of you had to ask them to leave.

“Blimey, Elsie! I didn’t notice you were here,” Alistair’s twin sister, Winnie, said from the other side of her brother, brushing her frizzy black hair out of her guileless eyes with a toothy grin.

Winnie spent most of her day zoning out during class or lying face-down on her bed to think about whatever she was currently obsessed with. So, one of you had to help her rush through homework or revise using your notes.

Elsie smiled painfully, sitting back down with an irked expression, “Hey, Winnie.”

You glanced around, “Wasn’t Brian supposed to come down with you?” You asked, eyebrows furrowed.

“He’s skipping breakfast,” she sighed. “He insisted on studying for our Defence Against the Dark Arts class — Mary, could you pass me the bacon?—and when I mean insisted, I mean insisted.” Elsie emphasised as she scraped the platter full of bacon on her plate.

“Of course he is,” said Alistair, waving his fork around like a wand.

Brian Ashmore was the final person to complete your friend group of five. Quiet and studious, he was, like you, a Half-Blood. Lucky for the both of you, no one in the school apart from a few close friends and some teachers knew about it, so you two fit right in with the Purebloods in your house. But it also made people see you as just another stereotypical Slytherin. 

After finishing your breakfast, you and your friends left the dining hall.

“Should we go find Brian or should we go to class without him?” asked Winnie. She twisted one of her black locks around her finger and skipped along next to Elsie.

Alistair waved his hand. “We all know that nerd won’t be late. Can’t be missing out on slobbering over the new DADA teachers and getting good grades,” he mocked in a pestering voice, causing you to roll your eyes in exasperation.

“Merlin’s beard, Campbell, you are such an ass.” Elsie shoved him.

“Aww, you’re so grumpy without your boyfriend,” he jeered.

You slid in between them to dissipate the argument before it escalated any further. One of your least favourite things in school was whenever those two idiots argued. Alistair always found a way to get under Elsie’s skin, and it seemed as if you were the peacekeeper of the group. Winnie usually wasn’t paying attention, and Brian didn’t care enough to solve any argument.

“Do you know what the new professor will be like?” you asked your Pureblood friends to ease the air around them, adjusting your book bag so it didn’t fall off your shoulder. “I heard he is an Auror, but that’s all I know without assuming based on looks.”

That seemed to do the trick because Alistair nodded with interest, “Yes. He’s called Mad-Eye Moody. From what I heard from Pa, he’s a rather crazy old bloke.”

Mr. Campbell was a professional auror and rather famous with a knack for violence. While Winnie aspired to be as recognised as her father in the same field of work, Alistair’s dream was to soar in the air and be a famous Quidditch Beater.

"Well, it’s unfortunate that you both share a name, then.” Elsie commented, obviously still peeved from your friend’s previous comment, “If we try to refer to the “insane Alistair”, people won’t be sure which one we’re talking about.”

“Wait what?” He stopped walking.

Elsie flashed him a quick smirk, “You didn’t know? Mad-Eye isn’t his first name, you eejit. You’re both called Alistair.”

“And all of you will be late if you keep stopping in the middle of the hallway,” a gruff voice said behind them.

You turned to be faced with a savage-looking man roughly the same height as you, with a balding head of greasy ginger hair. He had one normal-looking eye while the other was electrical blue, rolling around as if scanning his surroundings. His wrinkly, squashed face reminded you of a mean pitbull.

“And it’s Alastor Moody, young Miss,” he pointed a thick finger at Elsie, who recoiled in embarrassment and mild fear. “Not that’s any of your business; you’ll be calling me Professor.” 

“Sorry, Professor, it’s just playful teasing; my friends didn’t mean anything,” you jumped in as you gripped your bag’s brown strap, noting how you were the only one of your friends who wasn’t too affected by his odd appearance. You remember your parents raising you to never judge people based on looks.

The man leaned closer, seeing you eye-to-eye, “Hmm, you look familiar, Lassie. What’s your name?”

“(Name) (Surname), Professor.”

Moody barked a laugh, a sudden sound that caused you to flinch in surprise. “That’s why you look so familiar. I knew your mother, (Mom’s Name) (Maiden Name). It was unfortunate a brilliant witch like herself married a man like your father.”

You looked away at the mention of your Muggle father. It wasn’t the fact that he wasn’t a wizard that bothered you. Well yes, it was, but what frightened you was what the school would do if they found out. Many Purebloods were discriminatory towards any wix with Muggle ancestry, and being known as a Half-Blood or Muggleborn would greatly affect how students saw you. That was why you and Brian only informed people you were close to about your parentage.

You remembered, at first, Alistair was rather rankled after being revealed that information, but quickly got over it. You were aware that many others wouldn’t be so merciless.

But Mad-Eye Moody didn’t elaborate, only holding eye contact with you for a couple of seconds until he turned to walk around your group with a clickety-clack of something inanimate hitting the floor. Did this already odd man have a peg leg?

Winnie waited until he rounded a corner to speak, “He’s a little weird.”

Alistair shuddered. “He gave me chills. It’s so eerie how he just sneaked up on us out of nowhere.” He glanced towards you. “I also find it strange how he knew who you were, (Name).”

You were still turned to face where Moody disappeared. A peculiar smile stretched across your face.

“This is gonna be a good year.”

“What was that madman talking about? Late? We’re practically the first ones!” Elsie growled when you and your clique entered the spacious classroom.

“You have an unpleasant habit of insulting teachers, Elsie. One day, it’ll get you in real trouble.”

Mad-Eye Moody was nowhere to be seen, but behind a desk at the front of the classroom stood a boy with slicked-back hair streaked with a big slash of grey across the brown. He was twirling a quill; grey eyes focused on the object so you could see him from his side profile. His tired, unsmiling face turned to look at you and you spotted the burn scar covering the bottom half of his left side.

“Briaaannnn,” Winnie whined, dramatically swaying to the scar-faced teenager and enveloping him in a warm, Winnie-coded hug. “You need to eat! It’s unhealthy to be skipping breakfast.”

Brian Ashmore set the pen on a nearby desk and patted her head softly, bored eyes now focused on her form. Silence was his only response.

A mutter of voices came from the entrance behind you. It must have been five boys — four voices you didn’t recognise, one that you were very very familiar with. 

“Excuse me, could you please move out of the doorway?”

You turned around to be met by Cedric Diggory’s striking grey eyes. He stood, one book tucked under his arm, slightly ahead of his friends. His sweet smile slowly faded as he realised who he was talking to.

You eyed one another, and he and your friends fell silent watching the interaction.

“Of course, I just had to share my favourite class with Diggory,” you thought. “I forgot we had Defence Against the Dark Arts with the Hufflepuffs this year. Don’t we also have Herbology together?” You felt slightly ticked off that you shared most of Hufflepuff’s favourite class with Cedric and the 6th year of his house. If only the schedule was similar to last year, and Snape’s class was the one you had with him. At least there, you could flaunt your skills with flamboyance.

You saw a muscle tick in Cedric’s square jaw as he forced a polite smile, “Sorry, (Surname), I neglected to simplify my words so you could understand the point I am trying to make.” A couple of his friends snickered. He opened his mouth to continue speaking, but you cut him off.

“I find that wouldn’t be necessary; a prodigy like myself can comprehend simple Hufflepuff dialect,” you responded as calmly as possible, keeping yourself from punching his stupid face.

Cedric let out a sarcastic laugh. “Of course, I forgot that you defined smart as using a couple pretty words in your sentences.”

Your face contorted into a snarl, “Oh really? How’s your Exceeding Expectations in Potions doing, Diggory?” You practically spat at him, teeth bared and hands on your hips. You rolled your shoulder back to prevent your bag from slipping, keeping your aggressive attitude.

Cedric’s nostrils flared, and you knew you hit a nerve. 

But he didn’t do anything. Instead, he shoved past you to the desk at the second row furthest from the door. His friends followed suit, settling in a couple of seats near him.

You smirked triumphantly, walking over to Winnie and Brian with Elsie and Alistair confidently strutting behind you. You honestly found it rather funny how your group was sometimes more passionate about your and Cedric’s bickering than either of you.

You placed your bookbag at the desk closest to the door and chatted with your friends, waiting as students slowly filtered into the class and filled in the spots left.

Finally, as Alistair was recounting one of his dates with his girlfriend over the summer break — Elsie looked peeved, while Brian emphasised his surprise at how long their relationship was lasting — you saw the rough-looking professor limp through the door, his peg leg tapping against the wooden floor.

All of your classmates’ conversations halted at the sight of the strange man. They already saw him at the Great Feast yesterday, but they couldn’t help but stare, your friends included.

The students who weren’t seated settled into their desks. Alistair pulled back the chair to your right, the girls were at the desk directly to your right, and Brian was behind them, one of his and Cedric’s mutual friends, Leslie Westmore, to his right.

Professor Moody hobbled to the front of the class.

“Right then,” he said, “I’ve had a letter from Professor Lupin telling me of the subjects you’ve learned from last year. Seems you’ve covered rather interesting creatures — Merfolk, Basilisks, a bit of Dragons, and Phoenixes, ain’t that right?” 

A murmur of agreement rippled through the students, and you nodded, mildly interested.

“A bit disappointing that you didn’t finish the unit on Dragons, but what you know right now is alright. But you are behind — very behind — with dealing with Dark Curses. Now, Dumbledore believes that you are old enough to study these curses only in 6th year, but I disagree. It’s never too early to learn about them. If you’d be in 3rd or 2nd year, lacking understanding would be acceptable. But you are already in 6th year, and having no knowledge of the Dark Arts — the real Dark Arts — is very very unfortunate.”

Brian raised his hand but didn’t wait to be called on to speak, “Actually, sir, Professor Lupin informed us quite a bit on the subject of the Dark Arts — specifically the Unforgivable Curses.” 

“Is that so?” Professor Moody stared directly at him with his normal eye, his prosthetic one zooming around the room, before settling down on two girls at the back, “You need to put those candies away, Miss Armstrong and Miss Hilton; my classroom is not a restaurant.”

The girls blushed and frantically put their candy back in their bags, eyes downcast with embarrassment. You felt remorse towards them, but not enough to be distracted from the lesson.

Moody continued without skipping a beat, “With that new information, I think I know where to start this lesson. Alright, everybody knows what the Imperius Curse does, yes?” After a short second with hesitant nods of approval from the students, he continued, “Good, because today you will learn how to resist it.”

By the end of the first period, a red-faced Brian, a distracted Winnie, a sore Alistair, a smug-looking Elsie, and a sympathetic you walked out of Professor Moody’s classroom.

After a couple of paces, Brian shoved his face into his hands and let out a dejected groan. You placed your hand on his shoulder, gently petting his deltoids, a solicitous smile on your lips as you tried to comfort him.

“Hey, it’s not that bad.”

He took his head out of his hand, and you saw his cheeks were rose-red. “Well, you weren’t the one who played Princess Fairy in front of the whole class, Mr. Perfect.” He sighed miserably, “One word goes around the school, I’ll be ruined!”

“Oh please,” Alistair jumped in with a hand massaging his coccyx, “I’d much rather do that than have to sit out for a single Quidditch practice because of a butt injury of all things. Blimey, he’s truly a madman…”

Next to him, you could hear Winnie humming as if she had never eaten that spider not even twenty minutes prior. Even the thought of doing the same nauseated you, so seeing your friend looking serene made you question her morality. 

Elsie shrugged, joining the conversation, "Well, at least everyone else in the class had to go through a similar experience as us, so if they are daft enough to mess with you, you could just blackmail them.” It was nice that Elsie acted sympathetic towards Alistair, but you suspected she was actually talking to Brian.

“Funny. The two only students who managed to break from the curse are comforting us,” huffed Brian.

Elsie gave him a confident half-smirk and raised her eyebrows while you shrugged with a chuckle, tugging on your bag’s straps.

“Puddings!”

The four of you engaged in the conversation halted, and you grabbed Winnie’s arm so she didn’t wander off. This snapped her back into reality, and you turned your heads to face the direction of the noise.

A pretty girl with honey-brown eyes and wavy, blond hair tied into a low ponytail ran up to your group.

You saw Alistair’s pained smile turn into his typical, white-toothed grin when she wrapped her skinny arms around his torso. She was over a head shorter than him, so she buried her face into his chest with a sing-song sigh.

Once she pulled away, Elsie eyed her repeatedly, “What do you want, White?”

The pretty blonde — a popular Pureblood Hufflepuff named Destiny White — frowned at Elsie’s cold comment, “You shouldn’t be so mean, Elsie, aren’t we friends? We don’t treat friends like that.” She paused momentarily before giving her a slightly satirical smile, “Or maybe Slytherin girls are just rude like that.”

Elsie narrowed her eyes, but when Brian touched her shoulder, she held her condescending tongue. As much as you disliked Elsie’s outbursts, you agreed that Destiny was a reasonable person to yell at.

Destiny turned back to a haughty-looking Alistair, handing him a paper envelope, “Anyways, the Weasley twins are hosting a little get-together for all the students 16 and up. We’re meeting up at 11 PM tonight in front of the Gryffindor common room so they can let us in.”

“Why would they host a party in a common room?” You inquired, confused, “Wouldn’t it wake up the younger kids?”

Destiny let out a little giggle, “The party isn’t in the common room, silly. I’d tell you the location, but that’s a little secret, and we don’t want the professors to overhear.” She lowered her voice as she spoke, “All the info is in the invitation.”

“Are we invited?” Winnie spoke up from behind you. She eyed the envelope her brother held in his hand with piqued interest.

“Of course,” Destiny stuck her hand into her pocket to retrieve four other letters, handing them to your group. Elsie was the only one who hesitated before begrudgingly plucking it from Destiny’s hand. 

Brian eyed his envelope suspiciously, “How did you get so many?”

“Fred and George want my help since I’m friends with tons of people here!”

“Thanks, Babe,” Alistair smirked, leaning down to peck her cheek, and Destiny giggled. “We’ll be there.”

They shared a quick kiss on the lips, and Destiny slowly backed away, waving her hand, “I hope to see all of you at the party,” she spun around before stopping and turning her head, eyeing Elsie with a cheeky expression, “Even those who might ruin it.”

Immediately after she was out of earshot, Elsie hissed at Alistair, red-faced with vexation, “Leave her; she’s a bitch.”

Alistair laughed, “No way. One of the perks of dating her is the way she always manages to piss you off.” He elbowed her arm playfully before advancing to his next class, too ignorant to notice the faint blush spreading across Elsie’s cheeks.

...

Thank you for reading, please comment any suggestions you have or any issues I should fix. Like I said in a Tumblr post, I will only post on Thursdays at 12 AM BST. I may post every week or every two weeks, I don't really know. It depends how long I take. For those who are interested, here's how I imagined Winnie would look like.

Chapter 2

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HARRY POTTER MASTERLIST

Harry Potter

(Seperate) Cedric Diggory/Male!Reader/Harry Potter

Harry Potter/Male!Ravenclaw!Reader

Sub!Brat!Harry Potter/Dom!Male!Reader

Ron Weasley

Sub!Ron Weasley/Dom!Slytherin!Male!Reader

Ron Weasley/Male!Reader

Hermione Granger

Hermione Granger/Male!Ravenclaw!Reader HCS

Hermione Granger/Male!Reader

Hermione Granger/Male!Pureblood!Reader

Neville Longbottom

None :(

Luna Lovegood

None :(

Ginny Weasley

None :(

(depends) Draco Malfoy

None :(

Nymphadora Tonks

None :(

Cedric Diggory

(Seperate) Cedric Diggory/Male!Reader/Harry Potter

Cedric Diggory/Male!Reader HCS

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Fred Weasley X Male Reader (Chapter Two)

Here’s chapter two. This one does follow the story line somewhat. he only things that changed is that Harry doesn’t get chosen to compete in the triwizard tournament. Oh and you are chosen instead of Cedric. I know that spoils what happens but I want to make it clear that this doesn’t follow the story line exactly.

Fandom: Harry Potter

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Reader

Warnings:

Summary: The Triwizard tournament is coming up and you are extremely nervous for it. Not only that but you and Cedric have been spending less time together and you feel horrible about it so you decide to tell him how you feel.

After going back to the Hufflepuff common room you sat at a table and started doing your homework. Once you were done your homework you went and got into bed. You slowly sank into a deep sleep remembering the fun you had with Fred at the library. You awoke the next morning to the sound of your alarm and other students talking. You got up and got ready for the day. You were excited for the day, excited to learn more, and to see Fred. You hadn’t realized it, but Fred was all you could think about since last night. You thought it was just because you were excited to have a new friend, you weren’t aware of the events that were about to unfold, and your feelings that would soon become clear. 

When you were done getting ready for the day you went to the Great Hall to eat breakfast. You sat down beside Cedric as always and started eating. “I didn’t see you at dinner last night. Where were you? It’s not like you to skip dinner.” You looked up at Cedric after swallowing the food that was in your mouth. “Yeah. Sorry. I was at the library with Fred.” Cedric smirked. “Oh really? What were you two doing?” You tilted your head slightly in confusion. “Studying. What else would we be doing? He needed help with a few subjects so I helped him.” You shrugged and went back to eating. Cedric sighed and put his hand on your head. “You’re so innocent.” “Innocent? What do you mean?” You finished eating and got up. “Actually we’ll talk later I have to go to class.” you started walking away but Cedric called out to you. “Hey wait! You haven’t entered your name yet. I have but you haven’t. There’s only one day left to enter. Better do it soon!” You sighed, had you really forgot about that? Something so important? Now that you knew Cedric hadn’t forgotten about it, you have to enter of Cedric would enter for you. You nodded at Cedric. “Yeah. I’ll do it tonight.” You hadn’t realized the stares you were getting from the other students, especially from Fred Weasley. You turned and went to class, unknowingly being talked about along the way, after all, word spreads fast in Hogwarts. You sat in your seat and took your books out.

Once all your classes were done you went to the room that housed the Goblet of Fire, only to find the room packed with students who all went silent at your arrival. Cedric came over to you. “Hey! You didn’t back out!” You rolled your eyes. “Of course not. If I did you would’ve entered for me.” Cedric laughed. “So what’s with all the people here? Is something going on?” Cedric pat you on the shoulder. “Yeah. The shy and quiet, introverted, nerdy, scaredy-cat Hufflepuff guy named Y/N is entering in the Triwizard Tournament.” You groaned. “You didn’t have to say all that. And why is that such a big deal?! It’s not like I had a choice!” You crossed your arms and huffed. Cedric pulled you towards the Goblet of Fire. “Come on! Do it already! We’re all excited to see you do it!” You took the piece of paper out of your pocket and slowly approached the Goblet. You took a deep breath as your hands started shaking. You looked at Cedric and shook your head. As soon as you were about to turn around and leave you heard someone call your name. “Y/N! You can do it!” You turned your head towards the voice and saw Fred smiling and waving. You smiled and slowly turned back to the Goblet. “Okay. I can do this. I won’t get picked anyway.” You whispered to yourself. You reached up and threw your name into the Goblet. The Goblet burned a beautiful blue colour and settled back to what it was before. You turned around and went over to Cedric. “I guess that means I’m entered?” Cedric nodded as the room erupted into applause. You decided to quickly slipped into the hallway as soon as everyone started moving around. You decided to go for a walk to collect before you go back to the common room. You went outside and sat on the steps leading out to the Forbidden Forest. You closed your eyes and sighed. “Why did I do that?” “Cause you’re smart, and wisdom is all you need to beat that tournament. Well, and a really wild and crazy, prankster, ginger friend to help.” You opened your eyes and saw Fred standing behind you, looking down at you. “Fred.” You sighed once again. “I don’t know. You also need to be strong, and confident and i’m neither.” Fred sat beside you. “Of course you are. You just haven’t figured that out yet.” You smiled. “Thanks Fred. I most likely won’t even be chosen anyway, I don’t know why I’m worrying so much.” You yawned. “Oh excuse me. Sorry. I should probably get to bed before I fall asleep on you. I’m sorry I can’t spend more time with you. I really would love to but I need all my energy to not fall asleep in class.” You got up. “Yeah. I understand. Although I wouldn’t mind you falling asleep on me.” Fred trailed off towards the end of his sentence. “Wait really? But isn’t that only what boyfriends let their girlfriends do?” You questioned. “Yeah, I mean, I don’t know.” Fred said quickly, slurring his words together. “Well, I’m going to go now. I’ll see you around.” You went back to the Hufflepuff common room and sat on the couch. You took out your homework and started working non it until you were too tired to work anymore, then, you went to bed. You woke up the next morning when your alarm went off, got up and got ready for the day. You went to the Great Hall and sat in your usual spot beside Cedric. “So... tonight Dumbledore is going to announce the competitors for the tournament.” Cedric said without looking up from his breakfast. “Yeah. I’m so nervous. I hope you get chosen and not me. Or.. at least anyone other than me.” You laughed nervously and poked at your food with your fork. “You know... this is kind of out of nowhere but, I’m really glad you and I became friends. Without you I probably never would’ve gotten used to life here. Even though I still don’t have many friends, people don’t make fun of me anymore cause they know I hang out with you and you’re like the cool guy no one wants to pick a fight with, you know? I don’t know how to say it but I’m really happy you reached out to me back then.” You smiled at Cedric. “You’re a great friend Cedric. I really hope we stay friends after we graduate.” “I don’t know what to say to that... other than of course we’ll stay friends.” Cedric looked at you. “I’m glad we became friends as well.” You went back to eating in silence, it wasn’t an awkward silence though. You both knew that you respected each other. “Oh. I forgot to ask. How’s it going with Cho? Are you two a thing yet?” You asked Cedric in between bites of food. “I haven’t really spoken to her about being more than friends yet. Every time I try I get so nervous that I can’t speak.” Cedric sighed. “What about you and Fred?” “Huh? Fred and I? We’re just friends.” Cedric pat your back. “Sure. If you say so. You two have gotten really close in these past few days. Are you sure you two are just friends?” You got up as you had finished eating. “Yes. Come on. We should go or we’ll be late.” You and Cedric walked to class together for the first time in a while, talking about pointless things along the way.

Once classes were finished for the day you nervously went to the Great Hall and sat in your seat. Cedric smiled at you. “Ready to find out who’s competing?” You sighed. “Not really but I guess that doesn’t matter, cause they’re going to announce it anyway, even if i’m ready or not.” You and everyone else in the Great Hall went silent at the sight of Dumbledore approaching the Goblet. It seemed as if no one was breathing as the first slip of paper flew out from the Goblet and slowly floated down into Dumbledore’s hands. “Fleur Delacour!” Dumbledore shouted. The table that sat the Beauxbatons academy students erupted in applause as Fleur made her way up to Dumbledore. As Fleur got into position at the front, facing the students the next slip of paper burst out of the Goblet and gently landed in Dumbledore’s hands. “Viktor Krum!” Immediately the Durmstrang academy exploded into cheers and applause. Viktor confidently made his way up to the front and took his place beside Fleur who smiled at him and shook his hand. Silence once again took over the Great Hall when the third and final piece of paper was shot from the Goblet. It slowly made it’s way into Dumbledore’s hands. You and everyone else waited in suspense. It seemed like Dumbledore was taking an eternity to open the folded paper. “Y/F/N Y/L/N!” Dumbledore shouted. You turned pale at his shout. “Me?” You whispered. “No... no... not me. It has to be a mistake.” You turned to Cedric. “Dumbledore didn’t say my name, right?” Cedric smiled at you. “Sorry, but, he did.” Cedric helped you up as he knew you wouldn’t get up on your own. You slowly made your way to the front as people slowly started to clap and cheer. It sounded as if all the cheers and claps were far away though. You stood beside Viktor, feeling as if you would pass out any moment. You felt as if tears were about to start flooding down your face so you looked down and tried not to think too much. You and the other two competitors were escorted to The room. Once you were there you sat on the floor and sighed. Fleur came over to you and sat beside you. “ Ça va?” You looked at Fleur and tilted your head slightly. “Are you okay?” She said in a thick french accent. “Oh... yeah. I’ll be fine. Just need to think about all this and take it in. Thanks for asking.” You smiled slightly. “Out of everyone who entered why was I chosen? I’m not fit for this.” “Well the Goblet seems to only choose those who it thinks are fit to compete, so it must have thought that you are going to do well, non?” You sighed once again. “Yeah, I guess you’re right. Well. There’s no going back now. I guess I just have to try my best.” You slowly got up. “Thanks Fleur.” You watched Fleur get up and smile at you. The three of you turned your heads towards the door when it opened. 

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Sorry this is so long. I meant for this to be the last chapter but it would just be way too long if I fit everything into this chapter.

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harry potter ( masterlist )

➳ 𝐧𝐚𝐯𝐢.

header from @satwrnier

guide:

💋 - author’s favorite

🤍 - fluff

❤️‍🔥 - spicy

❤️‍🩹- angst

📌 - concept

💌 - blurb

🎞️ - moodboard

🎱 - headcanon

↬ Harry Potter

first night back ( harry potter )❤️‍🩹🤍

request: May I request a one shot Harry Potter with a reader who’s basically his personal healer, they’ve known each other since they were neighbors and she always looked out for him and banged him up and Harry is super protective of her.

↬ Theo Nott

dancing with the moon as our witness ❤️‍🔥🤍

a moment of tranquility for the two lovers.

↬ Draco Malfoy

killshot ❤️‍🔥

a party in the slytherin common room at midnight os always eventful

because i'm in love with you 🤍

draco needs the comfort only his girlfriend can bring during a death eaters meeting (or, in which y/n brings draco to tears with her loving words).

spin for me 💌🤍

↬ Regulus Black

five times regulus black felt his heart stop 🤍

silly little distraction 🤍❤️‍🔥

regulus needs a way to distract y/n from acing the potions test... hopefully distracting her from her midnight studies will help in more ways than one ( wink wink, nudge nudge )

fluff alphabet 🤍

↬ Cedric Diggory

fluff alphabet 🤍

↬ Remus Lupin

favorite bothersome husband 🤍

request: royal!au remus x male!reader, remus goes to annoy his husband because he's tired of king stuff

professor!remus x whiny!crybaby!reader ❤️‍🔥

acceptance 🤍❤️‍🩹

request: teacher remus noticing reader is upset and asks them what's wrong after which reader basically comes out as trans (ftm)?

movie night 🤍

request: remus & reader cuddling and watching halloween movie??

to have you 🤍❤️‍🩹❤️‍🔥

bodyguard!remus yearns ror someone he cant have

pretty boys 🤍🤍🤍🤍

after a long day, grueling quidditch practice, and the full moon in a week and a half, the boys just need their girl

convincing dealer!rem to smoke w you ❤️‍🔥🤍

Vampire!Reader ❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥

Revenge Sex ❤️‍🔥 + James’s Reaction 🤍

James cheated. Remus is pissed off with some of James’s recent decisions. To get back at James (and because he likes you), Remus has sex with you.

always proud 🤍💌

↬ Sirius Black

not one soul like yours, darlin' ❤️‍🩹

it's upsetting what people do to destroy other peoples' happiness.

every part of me 🤍

y/n recieves a letter from her lover, sirius black

until the end ❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹

y/n is a sensitive subject when sirius finds out how they met their demise while sirius was in azkaban

↬ Ominis Gaunt

Odd🤍

Ominis decides to sit with you as you finish your breakfast. An odd- and flirtatios- conversation ensues.

↬ Aesop Sharp

Give Me A Reason 🤍❤️‍🩹

You want to be an Auror. As one of his favorite and brightest students, Aesop tries to convince you to not put your life on the line for a job.

↬ James Potter

Roommate!James 🤍/❤️‍🔥

↬ Tom Riddle

tom and his interest in vampire!reader 🤍💋