#cedric diggory x reader

[deusfoundry]

cedric who's a menace of a potions partner. who likes to sneak tiny pecks in whenever you least suspect it. who waits until your table is out of snape's view before ducking in to steal a kiss, having complete disregard for the potion you're working on. who drags you to the shelves, claiming he couldn't possibly carry all the materials you need with his own two hands so you have to help him. who uses that as an excuse to kiss you longer, enough that your classmates jeer at him to get a damn room.

cedric who swears he can't win a quidditch match without a good luck kiss from you. who waves you off when you try to argue that he'd been able to catch the snitch countless times before. who pulls you close by the arm he has wrapped around your waist. who slides two of his fingers beneath your chin to tip your head up. who smiles when you wish him good luck, your words muffled by his lips on yours.

cedric who's pulled in for a well deserved kiss when he meets you in the common room after a game. who flushes a bright red, both from the leftover adrenaline and the hands you're using to cradle both sides of his face. who holds you close as the entire house erupts into a small celebration, keeping you tucked safely in his arm.

cedric who takes advantage of his head boy privileges to let you use his private quarters to rest after the festivities. who promises to wake you up in an hour to escort you back to your dorm when you start to doze off.

cedric who lies. who ends up falling asleep himself, the weight of you on top of him and the tiny snores you let out lulling him to sleep. who presses his lips against the crown of your head one last time, mumbling a soft "good night" before his eyes flutter shut. who wishes he can meet you in his dreams so he can kiss you once more.

cedric who coaxes you into removing the pillow you use to cover your burning cheeks the morning after, one hand tracing patterns over the bare skin of your waist, the other softly tugging the pillow away. who buries his face in the crook of your neck when a barrage of complaints start flying off your mouth. who bites his lip as a way to hold his laughter in.

cedric who places a firm hand on the back of your head to prevent you from pulling away. whose other hand finds your thigh, using it to keep you seated on his lap. who groans when your fingers dig into his scalp, tugging lightly at the roots of his hair as he kisses you stupid.

[irrevocableloves]

change of plans i’m making this a four parter…. I FORGOT ABOUT THIS AND JUST STARTED WRITING IT NOW PLEASEEEE I’M SO SORRY the next part will be titled long live hehehe

gold rush

cedric diggory x fem!hufflepuff!reader

taylor swift series: part one

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summary: everybody wants him, everybody wonders what it would be like to love him, but he loves you. (inspired by taylor swift’s gold rush!!!)

warnings: lil bit of angst, self-pity, mentions of alcohol, FLUFF <3

words: 1.8k

what must it be like to grow up that beautiful?

cedric diggory. the prefect of hufflepuff. the captain of the hufflepuff quidditch team. your best friend. but that was all he was... a friend.

the secret you bore that you had fallen in love with him along the way of your friendship had burned a hole into your heart, believing that deep down that he was never destined to fall for you.

sure, you'd hoped things would slowly work out in your favor. but in your eyes, it didn't seem very likely.

but to (almost) everyone else, his eyes were only on you.

everyone knew from the moment you and cedric were seen running around the halls together on the first day you were both sorted into hufflepuff that the two of you were completely enamored with one another. it could be seen in many other ways throughout the years.

cedric was a gentleman to everyone of course, but to you? he was an absolute angel. the way he'd listen to every word you had to say even if it was the most ridiculous, hold your books for you in between classes, skip his classes and take care of you if you were sick, just the way he looked at you… you swore the glint in his eyes had felt so much different. but you’d also considered that you’ve just gone completely mad…

you noticed his gestures of course, but you thought that was just cedric's nature. he was a hufflepuff wasn't he? well, he was practically the face of hufflepuff. at hogwarts, mostly everyone wasn't 100% of their house, but you were convinced cedric was the only true hufflepuff.

the girls hoarding around cedric never helped, but you never noticed the way he acted around them. uncomfortable. and not so much entertaining them, but more-so feeling guilty for them (and also because he's a a major pushover). 

with the tri-wizard competition and with cedric as a champion, the crowds piled around him. not just girls, but hufflepuffs who wanted to bash around in his glory.

you missed him. you didn't even want him to put his name in the stupid goblet to begin with, but you couldn’t bare the look of disappointment on his face when you didn’t approve of it. he thought the world of you. he wanted to do this for you, to prove that he could finally make the house you shared worthy of the limelight, to make him worth of you…. but you didn’t know that yet.

but now, every chance you had to spend with him was always ruined by the crowds stealing him away. everyday for a week since then he’d been pulled away from you. his usual spot next to you in the great hall remained empty and no one else had come to claim it, your friends knowing it was his spot. well other people tried… like when ernie didn’t make it time to be cedric’s little side-kick, he’d try to squeeze himself in beside you, but everyone hollered him off when you didn’t have the heart to.

you’d seen cedric make the effort. every single time he did, but he would be pulled away by his growing posse. sometimes you’d just wish you were able to scream, yell, or even simply ask him to stay loud enough to be heard over the boys and their banter, but alas, it never worked in your favor. you also wished that he would tell his friends that he wanted to stay back and just have at least one second with you. just one conversation. but every time he managed to get out a word of retort, his cheeks had gone so red and his voice in a fit of stutters that he’d just let his growing group lead him elsewhere.

you noticed the girls. of course you did. how could you not?

it’s not like girls had never craved the attention of cedric diggory, but after his name shot out of goblet of fire, it’d almost been too much for you.

the girls, especially those from beauxbatons, stared and erupted giggles every time he’d passed by and sent glares at you whenever he’d try and stop to talk to you, but those were always quickly interrupted by his herd of new friends. even anthony, his bestest friend, had grown tired of the crowds and relinquished back to his normal spot the great hall, matching your sighs whenever you’d hear the crowd boast over him.

one night, when you had just managed to finish hours worth of work on a history of magic paper, once you were satisfied, you let yourself bury into the covers of your bed. it was a friday night and there was a party in the hufflepuff common room to celebrate cedric once again, but you were exhausted. you’d purposefully planned to be cooped up in your room all night while the rest of your school mates partied away. no one would miss me surely.

knock knock.

you were tempted to just lay there, pretend you were asleep in hopes they would leave you to your solitude, but the fits of knocks didn’t stop and they soon turned to mutters that would make your heart almost stop completely.

“y/n? y/n/n? you awake?” cedric. even in his slightly drunken state, he was soft-spoken, only gently knocking and whispering in case you hadn’t been awake.

any other time, you would’ve gotten up immediately. but after this week, you were hesitant. it wasn’t his fault. really, it wasn’t. you couldn’t help the built up insecurities and the fact that cedric didn’t have time for you anymore. he always did before, but this time, there was just too much in the way, too many people watching his every move and wanting every bit of attention just as you did.

just as you were sure he’d left, you heard a soft huff and an odd noise hitting your door.

when you finally made your way to open the door, you slid it open gently, seeing cedric leaning up against it, sliding alongside it while you cracked it open.

you gasped at the site, grabbing cedric’s hand with the two of yours and hauling him up. “ced?” you grunted, struggling as you pulled him. “why are you here?”

“wanted to see you.” his cheeks were flushed red. he’d been drinking. not quite a lot. you knew when he’d gotten to his breaking point. right now, he’d only had a couple shots in fire whiskey him, otherwise he would’ve been completely knocked out and unintelligible. “why didn’t you come down?”

his speech was hardly slurred, he just seemed really tired.

“um…” the paper excuse sounded lame. were you really holing yourself up in your dorm all because a boy hadn’t given you his undivided attention? that excuse would never hear the light of day, but even then, you knew it was pathetic. “was tired…” now that was even more pathetic.

you sat over on your four poster bed and he followed in suit, but instead of sitting, he fiddled with the curtains, as if he’d seemed more interested in the velvet fabric than you. no. he was distracting himself. he was just as nervous as you were.

your eyes went to his, then to your twiddling hands. a moment of silence had aired throughout your dorm. then you felt a dip on your bed.

“y/n/n ‘m sorry.” you looked up, his cheeks reaching even deeper level of pink. once your eyes met his, he was a stuttering mess. “it’s just—the tournament. i-i know you didn’t want me doing it and-and i don’t know i didn’t think i’d really get picked you know? then…” he made an explosion sound with his mouth and you struggled not to stifle up a giggle. you loved when he was so nervous that he just rambled on to no end and you didn’t dare to stop him just yet.

he continued on, “and i just got caught up in it? like i’d won a quidditch match, but times a hundred. maybe a thousand? and-and i didn’t want to disappoint anyone… even if the crowds are a lot. overwhelms me a bit… just wanted to hang out with you.” you looked up at him, debating whether to speak up yet. you didn’t.

“merlin, i feel horrible…” he got up from your bed and started pacing around your room. “you didn’t even want me to put my name in that cup to begin with, but my dad… he’d sounded so proud in his letter when i told him about it. i couldn’t let him down. but then you… i shouldn’t have put in.”

he continued on, “i just thought… that perhaps… i could make your proud. you always talk about how hufflepuff gets no recognition.”

me? but why?

“and i know that you didn’t even want me entering the stupid thing in the first place… but i didn’t wanna let you down.” he huffed, finally sitting back down, his fingers still fidgeting.

“you could never do that.” you simply said. it was true. there was nothing he could do that would ever disappoint you. it was quite infuriating.

“i feel like i-i already have.” that’s when you placed your hand on his, grasping his fingers to stop his nerves.

“it’s not your fault.” it really wasn’t. but you struggled to find the words as to why as you found as fingers playing with your own.

“it is. the crowds… i wanted to tell them to shove off, but i just didn’t wanna let anyone down. it’s stupid…” one of his hands found its way to his hair, tending to one of his nasty habits. once he nervously pulled at his hair and squinted his eyes shut, you finally found the words.

“it’s my fault too.” you said, he shook his head in defense. “no. i mean… i know how overwhelmed you get and i feel terrible for not realizing that soon enough. look at you! you’re a mess and i-i wish i could’ve been there. but the crowd and the people and i just-i just thought..” you felt even embarrassed to say it out loud. “you didn’t need me anymore.” you finally let out.

you could feel his eyes on you. that’s when he used his other hand to lift up your chin, bringing your wandering eyes up to his.

“i’ll always need you. look at where i’m at without you.” he chuckled, his cheeks flushing an even brighter red.

“yeah… drunk and crawling up the girl’s dormitory stairs.” you giggled. “how’d you even manage the counter-spell?”

his eyebrows furrowed, a look of confusion on his face. “i don’t quite remember…?”

“you’re not even that drunk!”

“and how do you know that?” he challenged.

“well, first of all, you managed to make it all the way up here. and second, you’re not completely incoherent.”

“yeah…” he admitted. “party’s no fun without you. i’d much rather stay here with you.” your cheeks reddened.

“well, then stay. i’ll make you a tea.” you were surprised you didn’t make a complete mess of your words.

you swiftly got up off your bed, grabbing a mug from your shelf and then a kettle, using aguamenti and then a simple water-heating charm afterwards.

“chamomile and honey?”

a/n: anyone up for a part two???? he was a lil drunk so i didn’t feel comfortable about any confessions and kissing </3 BUT I DO HAVE IDEAS FOR MORE SOOO !!!

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[jenislurking]

me maladaptive daydreaming about the most recent ff i've read (i need psychological attention not an iphone)

[alixandra-multifandom-version]

Oh my good looking boy....

[papervenom]

✩ chapter sixteen: the yule ball ✩

summary: your fourth year starts with the return of the triwizard tournament— and a relationship with cedric diggory that should feel steady, but doesn’t. when harry’s name gets pulled from the goblet, everything shifts. the trio starts to crack, and being with cedric only adds to the tension. you’re sure about how you feel , you love him. but someone else is pulling for your attention, and it’s getting harder to ignore. a slow-burn, character-driven take on goblet of fire, told through your perspective

chapter warnings: alcohol use, romantic tension, jealousy, fluff, yearning, and a little angst

word count: 8.0k

authors note: IT’S FINALLY HERE!!! guys… writing the yule ball has been something i’ve looked forward to ever since starting this series, and i really wanted to do it justice. that’s why it took me (literally) two fucking years to get it together. i ended up writing so much that i had to split it into 2 chapters soo... next chapter is ready and will be posted soon!! it does contain smut (another reason this one took me forever, i wanted the payoff to really feel worth the long, slow burn this story has been) and i genuinely hope i captured all the emotions right. this part of the series is so special to me and i can’t wait to share it with u!

i also just wanna say thank you to everyone who’s been reading, liking, reblogging, or even silently lurking, it all means the world to me. but a special shoutout to @cherrycolacigs, @iwannabeapinkaesthetic , @milkpeanuts476, and @snowvies for ur sweet words. i was genuinely so giddy and warm reading ur messages and just so so grateful. your kindness reminded me exactly why i love sharing this story. truly, thank you <3

finally, i made a yule ball playlist because i got carried away (as usual) and wanted you to be able to live this chapter out with me. thank you again for being here. i can’t even explain how much it means to me. hope you love the chapter. i love you. i love you. i love you. 💋 – k

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December 17th, 1994

The long-awaited day of the Yule Ball finally came, and to distract myself from the incessant nerves coursing through my body, I accepted the twins' invitation to go out onto the castle grounds that afternoon to kill some time.

The snow had been untouched except for the deep channels made by the Durmstrang and Beauxbatons students on their way to and from the castle. 

Harry and the Weasley siblings had been partaking in a snowball fight, which Hermione and I chose to watch rather than join in when we saw just how violently they were lunging the snowballs at each other.

Instead, we were going over the steps for the opening dance that we had been practicing with our Triwizard Champion dates. 

Hermione and I clumsily twirled around in the snow as we clutched onto each other, giggling as our feet sank into the thick, ice-cloth— making us nearly topple over.

It was when the five o'clock bell chimed across the castle that Ginny came to take us upstairs so we could start getting ready for the ball.

"What, you need three bloody hours!?" asked Ron, looking at with disbelief and paying for his lapse in concentration when a giant snowball, thrown by George, hit him hard on the side of the head.

"Oi, (Y/N). You gonna be putting on that Victoria Secret tonight, eh?" Fred called out after I had ignored Ron and turned to walk up towards the castle. 

When I processed what the twin had said, I whirled around in shock.

"Harry!" I immediately bellowed at my friend for telling the twins about the shopping I did over the summer. This made the identical brothers laugh as I dove down to grab a handful of snow, which I proceeded to chuck at Harry, who dodged it swiftly.

"Whose secret?" I heard Ron ask cluelessly, making the boys cackle even louder, but I just waved them off with burning cheeks as the girls and I left, going up the stone steps and into the castle.

"What was Fred on about?" Ginny asked curiously, making me hide my face in my hands as Hermione's simper grew wider on her face.

"Back in America, Harry and I went to the mall to do some shopping, and I visited this Muggle store called 'Victoria's Secret' to buy some...stuff," I explained vaguely, my face feeling like it was on fire against my palms.

"What kind of stuff?" Ginny continued to inquire suspiciously.

"Like... sexy underwear," I replied meekly, breaking into a grin as Ginny's eyes widened in realization.

"Oh, Gods— the absolute cheek of that tosser!" Ginny exclaimed, referring to her brother's crass comment and sounding much like her mother.

"I wouldn't expect anything less of him." I sighed, "If anything, I'm annoyed with Harry for telling them. Gossipy little twerp." I muttered before announcing the password to the Fat Lady and yanking her portrait wide open— rapidly bounding up towards our dorm rooms to get everything together.

Once in the room, the three of us sprawled out our ball gowns and accessories over the plush mattresses of the four-poster beds and took turns showering before we had to help each other with hair and makeup. 

Embarrassingly, I was planning on wearing the satin ivory set I had bought at Victoria's Secret tonight. 

Especially after Cedric made it so apparent that we would spend the night together.

I hadn't told anyone about this despite Fred's teasing earlier. It felt good to have it be a private matter and not reduced to gossip.

So I quickly put it on and admired how sensually it adorned my body, accentuating my curves alluringly as the delicate fabric clung to me. 

I gawked at myself in the bathroom mirror, never having felt sexier in my life, before shrugging on my bathrobe quickly before anybody walked in on me and saw me in lingerie— which would've definitely raised suspicion.

When I rejoined my friends in the dorm room, I found Hermione lying on her bed as Ginny brushed soft-pink, shimmery eyeshadow on her eyelids.

"So you two haven't kissed yet?" murmured Ginny lowly as she rummaged through her makeup bag for blush. 

"Of course, we haven't! We've barely exchanged a few words with each other. There's a language barrier, so communicating takes us a while. Last night, we spoke about his Quidditch and about books we enjoy... but that was it, really..." 

"Would you kiss him tonight?" I asked, looking at my timid friend through our vanity mirror as I towel-dried my hair.

"Oh, I don't know... If it feels right," Hermione admitted softly, her voice quivering. Ginny and I grinned at each other as we swooned over how adorable Hermione was.

As the minutes passed, other voices could be heard in the tower, and the Gryffindor girls started pouring inside their dorm rooms and bathrooms to prepare for the ball.

I overheard arguments beginning to transpire as my housemates bickered over how long they were waiting for each other to get out of the shower, and I felt grateful that we started getting ready as early as we did.

Before I knew it, dusk fell and I was standing at the top of the girls' staircase— wearing my perfectly fitted ball gown complimented by the sparkly earrings and luxurious, golden chandelier necklace I had purchased at Gladrags.

I felt unreasonably nervous as I shifted my weight on my stilettos, waiting for Ginny and Hermione to put the finishing touches on their looks.

It didn't help that many of the girls would ogle as they passed by me to get downstairs to meet their dates. 

It made me strangely self-conscious, even though I knew I looked impeccable. 

Ginny styled my hair perfectly, with loose curls that cascaded over my shoulders. A plaited braid tied the hair away from the front of my face, which presented the smokey, seductive makeup look she did on me. The look consisted of hues of brown and sheer golden eye shadow that made my eyes look sultry and hypnotizing. She then paired the elegant look with dark rose lipstick— the same shade as my dress.

There wasn't a hair out of place to me. If anything, I felt slightly overdressed than the other girls, but I decided not to overthink it because I knew Cedric would see me and think I was the most gorgeous thing he ever laid eyes on, and that's all that mattered to me.

"Oh, (Y/N)! Look at you!" Hermione cried softly, and I turned around to find my beautiful friend clutching her face in awe as she admired me. 

There is something so bizarre about seeing your friends dressed stylishly in a school setting. 

And seeing Hermione in the dress we picked out at Gladrags, only this time with her tidied curls and made-up face, nearly brought tears to my eyes.

"You look so pretty, 'Mione!" I cooed, immediately pulling her into an embrace, which she returned enthusiastically by squeezing me tightly.

Ginny appeared behind her, seeming proud of the looks she did on us. Luckily, she had the time to work her magic on herself. She styled her hair straight but wrapped two braids around her head like a crown. She kept her makeup simple, just as she did with Hermione, with a slight tint of peachy-pink lipstick and blush.

"Don't go spoiling my hard work, now," Ginny scolded us playfully as we turned to hug her. We all giggled, buzzing with excitement as we finally went downstairs to join the others.

The Common Room looked strange when it was full of people wearing a variety of colors instead of the usual masses of black school robes. 

All the Gryffindors were slowly exiting the tower to head to the Great Hall.

As expected, the boys were already gathered by the fireplace, waiting on us.

Each of them looked undeniably handsome.

Harry had on the dark green robes that Mrs.Weasley purchased for him over the summer, which indeed brought out the color of his eyes. I was impressed to see that he seemed to have actually combed his hair for the occasion— it looked less tousled than usual.

Fred and George were wearing what were clearly second-hand dress robes draped over their matching brown vests. Instead of the traditional bowtie, each twin sported a dark-colored, thick corduroy ribbon, which suited them well.

Neville, Dean, and Seamus wore black dress robes with a black silk vest underneath. Their white dress shirts contrasted with their bowties' dark colors, and each looked nicely groomed and put together. 

And then there was Ron. 

There was no getting around the fact that his robes looked more like a dress than anything else. 

In a desperate attempt to save face, it seemed like he decided to use a Severing Charm on the ruff and cuffs, and it worked reasonably well because at least his dress robes were now mostly lace-free. However, he hadn't done an impeccable job because the edges still looked depressingly frayed. 

We got a good look at the boys before they even laid eyes on us. I watched as Ron nervously pulled stray threads out of his cuffs, his blue eyes scanning the room as he stood lankily beside Harry.

"Merlin, have mercy on us..." Fred murmured, being the first one to notice us. He had his tongue in cheek, grasping onto his typical humorous undertone, but the indiscretion in his gaze was serious as his eyes trailed up my figure.

I rolled my eyes, turning away from him slightly in embarrassment as I suddenly felt rather exposed in the expensive, crimson-red gown's low-cut neckline and skin-tight material.

"You ready?" I asked Harry, who was wiping the lens of his circular eyeglasses on his dress shirt.

"Er, not really..." he mumbled shyly, putting his glasses back on and shrugging when I frowned, "I'm just not looking forward to that opening dance."

"I feel bad for you if you're going to let a stupid opening dance ruin your night. You're going with Cho Chang! What could you possibly complain about?" 

Harry smiled coyly, nodding in silent agreement as a scarlet tint blushed his priorly pale cheeks. 

Next to him, Ron was admiring me with parted lips and adoring dopey eyes. His hands were buried deep in his black dress pants pockets, and the ruffles on the lapels of his antiquated dress robes rose and fell quickly as his breathing became heavy.

Behind him, Parvati was waiting at the foot of the stairs, seeming uncomfortable as she watched Ron gawk at me. She looked very pretty, in robes of vibrant pink, with long, dark hair braided with gold and shimmering bracelets glimmering at her wrists. 

"Parvati, you look amazing," I complimented her earnestly. 

She smiled at me bashfully, and Ron seemed to wake from his trance as he finally noticed his date waiting for him. 

He sauntered over to her awkwardly, giving her a tight smile.

Lavender, Angelina, Ginny, Katie, and Alicia paired off with their boys, and we all set off towards the Entrance Hall, where Cho, Viktor, and Cedric were waiting on Harry, Hermione, and me.

Walking on the castle's marble floors with heels on was something so foreign that I appreciated Harry's chivalry for offering his arms for Hermione and me to cling onto. 

Ron had tried to be the one to help— having discourteously let go of Parvati to get to me, but Harry was closer, and it only made everything more uncomfortable between Ron and his date. 

When we rounded the corner to walk down the stairs towards the Entrance Hall, we saw just how packed it was with students, all milling around waiting for eight o'clock to strike, which was when the doors to the Great Hall would be thrown open. 

The people who were meeting partners from different Houses were seen edging through the flock, trying to find one another.

I scanned the room for Cedric, and when I finally spotted him pushing through the crowd to get to me, I let go of Harry and started walking down the staircase hastily—holding onto the barricade as my heart thumped harder in my chest with every eager step. 

Soon, Cedric was within arm's reach, and he surprised me by wrapping his hands around my waist. He then proceeded to pick me up and spin me around instantly. 

I laughed giddily— clutching onto his shoulders tightly as the hem of my gown and his dress robes whirled around us.

We had caught the room's attention by the moment he put me back down, but we remained wrapped in each other's arms.

Cedric looked strikingly handsome— his black dress robes were made of a refined, silky material that matched his bowtie. His look was sophisticated and resembled a classic tuxedo.

"I'm the luckiest guy here," Cedric murmured, his grey eyes soaking me up as his hands ran up and down my sides lovingly.

"And I'm the luckiest girl, you look soo good," I gushed, reaching up to cup his face in my hand.

Beside us, Harry and Cho had approached each other timidly.

"You— er— look nice," I heard Harry say stiffly.

"Thanks," Cho replied distractedly, her covetous gaze on Cedric and me before turning to Harry with a polite smile. 

It was then that a group of Slytherins emerged from their dungeon, with Draco Malfoy leading in the front. 

He wore black velvet dress robes with a high collar, making him look like a vicar. His dress shirt and bowtie were all white, washing him out and making him look paler than usual. 

Clutching onto his arm was Pansy Parkinson, wearing the same emerald dress I had tried on at Gladrags, and behind them were Crabbe and Goyle, both wearing green and resembling moss-colored boulders. Neither of them seemed to have managed to find a partner, which wasn't astonishing in the slightest.

Blaise and Theodore strolled into the room coolly soon after. 

They looked attractive in their tailored robes, but I still disliked the arrogance in their demeanor as they boredly glanced around the room and completely ignored their dates, who were both Slytherin girls whose names I didn't know.

"Look at that," Cedric brought my attention to the window next to us that overlooked the lawn right in front of the castle. 

It had been transformed into a sort of grotto full of fairy lights— meaning hundreds of actual living fairies were sitting in the rosebushes that had been conjured there and fluttering over the statues of what seemed to be Father Christmas and his reindeer.

"That's gorgeous," I sighed, resting my head on Cedric's shoulder. He hummed in agreement, pressing his lips sweetly to the top of my head. 

"Champions over here, please!" Professor McGonagall called us over towards the big oak doors of the Great Hall, and Cedric intertwined our fingers and led us to meet the others.

When we arrived, Fleur Delacour was already standing next to Professor McGonagall, looking marvelous in silver-gray satin robes. He was accompanied by Roger Davies, who looked flustered—he could not believe his good fortune of being Fleur's date.

"Oh, mon Dieu! (Y/N), you look absolutee divine!" Fleur gasped, pressing a hand on her chest delicately.

"Thank you, Fleur. You look great!" I grinned appreciatively.

Roger and Cedric shook hands politely while Cho, Harry, Viktor, and Hermione approached next.

Hermione was smiling rather nervously beside Krum, who was brooding, as usual. On occasion, Viktor would peer over at Hermione, and his features would soften—which I thought was very cute, and I made a mental note to tell her about it later.

With a grandiose wave of Professor McGonagall's wand, the large wooden doors of The Great Hall opened, but she had us wait until all of the other students entered before giving us any further instructions. 

Viktor's fan club from the library stalked past us, throwing Hermione looks of most profound loathing. 

Pansy Parkinson gaped at me as she walked by with Draco, who faltered in his step as his icy eyes seized me up. 

Our Gryffindor friends entered the Great Hall next. Ron slouched beside Parvati glumly. Neville enthusiastically spoke to Ginny while she listened intently to whatever he was saying, and the twins winked at us as they passed—their arms draped around their dates while wearing shit-eating grins. 

"Now, you are all to enter the Great Hall in procession right after the last of the students have taken their seats, and Professor Dumbledore has given his introduction. Miss Delacour, you and Mr. Davies will take the lead. Miss Granger and Mr. Krum, you will be next..." Professor McGonagall spoke as she moved us around in a single file line. Cedric and I were to enter right behind Hermione and Krum while Harry and Cho followed right after us. 

We waited for Professor Dumbledore's muffled voice to beckon us in, and at Professor McGonagall's signal— we were all soon stepping into the Great Hall, where everyone was on their feet, cheering boisterously and clapping for us. 

I knew that the cheers were directed towards the Champions, but there was an exhilaration that came with the honor of having an entire room praise you. 

While glancing around the room, I was greeted with numerous smiling faces, in addition to the typical entranced looks I was so used to getting from boys.

Around us, the walls of the Hall had all been covered in sparkling silver frost, with hundreds of garlands of mistletoe and ivy crossing the starry black ceiling. 

The House tables had all vanished, and instead, there were about a hundred smaller, candle-lit ones, each seating about a dozen students.

Professor McGonagall escorted us past all these tables and onto the bright dance floor, where we were to perform the dreaded opening dance.

We took our positions with Cedric's right hand on my waist and the other raised and clutching onto mine.

I steadied myself by grasping onto his shoulder as I anxiously scanned the room. 

It was then that I became very aware of how sweaty my hand was against Cedric's and even more aware of everybody's eyes on us.

It had been easy to downplay the dance earlier when Harry was fretting about it, but now that the moment had arrived— I understood his apprehension. 

"Hey. I'm right here, darling. I've got you." Cedric reassured soothingly, sensing my nerves and squeezing my hand tightly in his.

When my eyes met his, I instantly felt at ease— the perturbation vanishing into thin air as if his consolation were my antidote. 

It was miraculous how he could assuage me with a mere look and a few words.

I nodded firmly, taking in a deep breath just as Professor Flitwick tapped his baton on his stand to begin directing the small ensemble that was the Hogwarts orchestra.

Soon, the gentle first notes of Tchaikovsky's 'The Nutcracker, Op. 71 started to play, and we initiated the choreography steps just as we had rehearsed them many times before.

Cedric led the dance as we slowly revolved on the spot to the romantic, tender waltz—the sound of flutes and cymbals bouncing off the walls as we held on to each other's eyes. His lips parted, his pupils blown wide as he gazed down at me.

Nothing else mattered to me anymore. 

The attention did not encompass us or the rest of the dance routine—it came to us instinctively, as if our bodies were in sync and we were improvising the dance on the spot. 

All I knew was that this precise moment was paradise, and I wanted to remember every intricate detail.

The way my hand fit in his.

The familiar smell of his own personal scent tinged with his favorite cologne.

The warmth that filled his eyes whenever he'd look at me.

Cedric's beauty was so unparalleled it was almost devastating. 

I let him overpower all my senses to keep this memory for my lifetime. 

The waltz's tempo picked up to a dramatic flourish, and with every crescendo of the violins— Cedric would spin me around in delicate pirouettes like a ballet dancer in a music box. 

I barely caught a glimpse of Professor Flitwick's baton swishing faster as the music built up, the room spinning past me quicker and quicker with every elegant turn I made. 

And then the music exploded to the waltzes' climax. Cedric raised me up, his hands wrapped around my waist as he lifted me into the air and twirled me on the spot— eliciting a gasp from the audience at the synchronization of the Champions' dance number.

I gripped Cedric's shoulders for leverage, my heart beating furiously as I watched his chest heave and his grey eyes praise me as if I had crafted the stars above us myself.

He brought me down slowly, pulling me closer to him and taking my hand once more as we neared the end of our dance— the growing passion between us becoming more absorbing by the second. 

Despite the hundreds of people surrounding us, I felt alone in this room with him. 

My heart kept swelling in my chest, and it didn't take long before I realized I was utterly in love with Cedric Diggory. 

And my love for him consumed me.

Just as the music reached its' last few soft, romantic notes— Cedric leaned down to rest his forehead against my own, and I felt his sweet, warm breath on my face. 

I was so overwhelmed at that moment that I could've shed tears because I wanted it to last forever.

The only thing that could've made it any more perfect would be reaching up to kiss Cedric's saccharine lips, but I had caught sight of Professor Dumbledore from the corner of my eye— making me realize where we were, so I took my head out of the clouds and decided against it.

Cedric was evidently thinking the same thing but didn't seem to care about whose presence we were in because as soon as the waltz had ended, he leaned down, and our lips met briefly.

It was just a tiny peck, but it was enough to trigger the constant primal flight reaction he gave me. It felt like a massive inundation of adrenaline that swept through me like a drug and made me feel profoundly alive.

The Great Hall broke into cheers of admiration, pulling me back to the present. A rupture of applause had us Triwizard couples bowing and curtsying before we turned towards the top table where we were to sit for supper.

"Our Triwizard Champions, everybody!" Professor Dumbledore exclaimed, and the cheers got increasingly louder.

Dumbledore beamed happily at us as we began taking our seats— Headmaster Karkaroff and Madame Maxine sitting on either side of him.

I was surprised to see Karkaroff wear an expression of remarkable interest as he watched Cedric and I draw nearer. 

Madame Maxime, who had changed her usual uniform of black satin for a flowing lavender silk gown, applauded us politely and immediately praised Fleur in exuberant French as she sat beside her Headmistress.

When Cedric and I sat down in front of our glittering golden plates, no food was served, but small menus were placed in front of each of us. 

We picked them up with uncertainty and looked around for someone to take our orders, but there were no waiters. 

Professor Dumbledore, however, looked carefully down at his own menu and then said very clearly to his plate, "Pork chops!"

And just like that, pork chops appeared. 

Getting the idea, the rest of the table began placing their orders to their plates, too. 

"Hm... roast beef?" Cedric asked politely, leaning forward and speaking into his plate, which, in a blink, was full of the most exquisite serving of roast beef I've ever seen. 

"Would you look at that, angel? Roast beef," Cedric murmured delightedly.

"I can see that," I spoke through giggles, watching him in fascination as he raised his goblet, mulling over his first drink of the night handsomely.

The flickering candlelight only defined his already chiseled features— accentuating his high cheekbones and sharp jawline. 

He looked as if he were sculpted by angels.

"Red wine, please," he finally decided, and the cup was soon filled with the maroon liquid.

"Go on, love. Speak to your dinnerware," Cedric urged humor in his tone over how bizarre the sentence he had spoken sounded. 

Humming inquisitively, I scanned the menu and chose the creamy rigatoni pasta with sausage and sun-dried tomatoes.

I hesitantly conjured it up, and when it popped up on my plate, I couldn't help but gasp in pure fascination— making Cedric chuckle giddily beside me.

"I fucking love magic," I commended as I picked up my utensils to eat.

To my right, Harry and Cho shared an uncomfortable silence as they ate their dinner.

Occasionally, Harry would peer over at Cho and offer her a meek smile, but he'd immediately look away— red splotches forming on his cheeks.

"Wonder how Hermione feels about this complicated method of dining. Surely it's plenty of extra work for the House Elves?" Harry muttered to me when he noticed me looking— relieved to converse with somebody to distract himself from the stiff tension he was having with his date.

We turned to look at Hermione, half expecting her to be defiant towards her supper, but for once, she didn't seem to be thinking about S.P.E.W. 

Instead, she was in deep conversation with Viktor Krum and hardly noticed what she was eating.

Not wanting to isolate Cedric from our conversation, I nudged him gently and jutted my chin towards Hermione and Krum while we fell silent to overhear their conversation.

"Veil, ve have a castle also, not as big as this, nor as comfortable, I am thinking," Krum was telling Hermione rather enthusiastically, "Ve have just four floors, and the fires are lit only for magical purposes. But ve have grounds larger even than these— though in vinter, ve have very little daylight, so ve are not enjoying them, Hermy-own."

"Her-my-oh-nee," she pronunciated very slowly and clearly. 

"Herm-own-ninny," Viktor replied ploddingly.

"Close enough," Hermione said with a shrug, catching our eyes and grinning. 

"No, she doesn't seem to mind about S.P.E.W right now at all," I teased— making Cedric and Harry laugh brightly as they nodded in agreement.

"Spew? Sorry?" a shrill voice asked. I realized that Cho was the one inquiring, with her eyebrows pulled together in disdain.

"Oh, er—" Harry began blundering, almost as if he had forgotten she was there to begin with. "It stands for Society for the Promotion of Elfish Welfare. Hermione formed like an... alliance in favor of the Hogwarts House-Elves." 

"That sounds pointless," Cho stated, scoffing a tiny laugh. "I mean, that's what they're there for, right? To work? They like it."

Although I didn't have a fiery passion in my heart for S.P.E.W like Hermione did, I felt a compelling urge to defend our little association once hearing Cho ridicule Hermione's beliefs regarding the House Elves.

Hermione had put hard work into S.P.E.W, and I didn't think Cho had any right to mock it, despite any personal opinion she might've had.

Noticing my subtle vexation, Cedric cleared his throat uncomfortably before speaking up.

"Well... we're all members of S.P.E.W, Cho... We've got pins and everything," he explained, giving her an amiable grin that momentarily made me forget what we were even talking about.

"Oh! Well, that's... wicked fun! I was only joking, by the way... I'd love to join!" Cho deferred, just as captivated by Cedric as I was— but he simply gave her a tight smile, much like Ron did when approaching Parvati earlier, and let the conversation drop. 

The rest of our dinner went by wonderfully.

Professor Flitwick continued conducting the Hogwarts Orchestra, who now performed string quartet instrumentals of known love songs.

Eventually, everyone in the Great Hall had finished their meal, so when the time came to enjoy dessert— the same previous method was to be performed with the brand new menu that gave us our sugary options.

I ordered a cheesecake, and Cedric ordered a chocolate caramel tart—and we enjoyed them as he told me about how the Hufflepuff Quidditch team was planning on making the necessary arrangements to organize a friendly match with the other House teams since the games were canceled this year because of the Tournament.

He had taken a quick bite of his tart and chewed intently before continuing his explanation of the Quidditch preparations when I interrupted him by giggling endearingly because he had a tiny bit of caramel peeking from the corner of his lip.

"What? Do I have food on my face?" Cedric asked, his expression alarmed as he started wiping at the opposite side of his mouth from where the caramel was.

"You do, actually," I cooed and reached out to swipe the candy off with my thumb.

Cedric then took advantage of the proximity of my thumb to pop it into his mouth, sucking it gently, which sent me into a laughing fit as I tried to pull away.

"You looked sweeter than the tart," Cedric explained cheekily once I got my thumb back and leaned forward to plant a big kiss on my cheek. 

Meanwhile, Fleur was criticizing the Hogwarts decorations to Roger Davies a few seats down.

"Zis is nothing," she said dismissively, looking around at the sparkling walls of the Great Hall. "At ze Palace of Beauxbatons, we 'ave ice sculptures all around ze dining chamber at Chreestmas. Zey do not melt, of course... zey are like 'uge statues of diamond, glittering around ze place. And ze food is seemply superb. And we 'ave choirs of wood nymphs, 'oo serenade us as we eat. We 'ave none of zis ugly armor in ze 'alls, and eef a poltergeist ever entaired into Beauxbatons, 'e would be expelled like zat." she stated as she slapped her hand onto the table impatiently.

Roger Davies was watching her talk with an idiotic look on his face, and he kept missing his mouth with his fork. 

I had the impression that Roger was too busy gaping at Fleur to take in a single word she was saying.

"Absolutely right," he said quickly, slapping his own hand down on the table in imitation of Fleur. "Like that. Yeah."

I watched this play out as I told Cedric about my education before Hogwarts.

Ced watched me with grave interest— clinging onto my every word and seemingly comprehending all of it, unlike Roger.

Frankly, I felt alleviated because even though Veela blood coursed through mine and Fleur's veins— I was fortunate enough to find a guy whose interests transcended past my looks.

I felt terrible for Fleur, but she seemed pretty accustomed to it.

"Doesn't America have Ivermory, though? Why didn't you enroll there?" Cedric asked curiously.

"I wanted to— I did. When I discovered it was the next best thing after Hogwarts, I begged my mom to let me study there. But Ivermory was too expensive for us... and a bit elitist since America is so massive compared to the United Kingdom. They didn't allow just anyone in. So, instead, I was homeschooled to complete my Muggle education — which is a requirement by law in the states. Simultaneously, I would meet with a wizard who would teach me to repress my magic. I had just finished all of my studies when Dumbledore showed up to get me to study here," 

"And I thank my lucky stars every day," Cedric murmured, his eyes peering down at me adoringly as he wrapped an arm around me to pull me closer— gently kissing my exposed shoulder. 

Heat rushed onto my cheeks at the affection, as I was still getting acclimated to Cedric's comfort with displaying public affection.

When all the food had been consumed, Professor Dumbledore stood up and asked the students who weren't sitting at the Top Table to do the same. 

Then, with a swish of his wand, most of the smaller tables zoomed back against the walls— leaving a few scattered around the Great Hall in order for more of the floor to be cleared for dancing. 

The only table that remained intact was our table, where the Champions, their dates, their Headmasters, and the rest of the Hogwarts staff sat.

There was a brief silence, during which all that could be heard was the curious chattering of the students as they stood awkwardly against the wall. Soon, The Weird Sisters trooped up onto the stage to wildly enthusiastic applause. 

They were all extremely hairy and dressed in black robes that had been artfully ripped and torn. 

I watched with grave interest as the band picked up their instruments and began playing their first song of the night, which sounded a lot like Crimson and Clover by Tommy James and the Shondells.

"Wanna dance?" Cedric grinned broadly, and since I wanted to make the most of our night— I instantly agreed.

All of the Champions and their dates got onto the dance floor, whether of their own volition, like Cedric and me, or because McGonagall pressured them to do so—which I felt was Harry's case.

Once again, we were the only four couples on the dance floor, which would've made me nervous if I hadn't been eased by the sweet peach wine I drank earlier with my dinner.

I understood the appeal of The Weird Sisters, a rock band with influential undertones reminiscent of Pulp and Radiohead. 

Soon, many other students had mustered up the courage to get onto the dance floor, so the Champions were no longer the center of attention. 

Ginny and Neville were dancing nearby while the Weird Sisters performed a cover of the French song 'Aline,' and I could see Ginny frequently wincing as Neville accidentally trodded on her feet.

Dumbledore was waltzing with Madame Maxime and was so dwarfed by her that the top of his pointed hat barely tickled her chin. However, I was impressed by how gracefully she moved for a woman so large.

Soon, the band's ballad turned into a punky, upbeat song titled 'Do the Hippogriff,' which caused a riot among the students. 

"Alright, Hogwarts! Are you ready for some real music?" the lead singer yelled into the mic, eliciting screams from the entire crowd at his feet. 

"C'mon, I want to see your hands in the air! This is our last song of the night before your Professors resort to playing you their show tunes!" the singer continued, now drawing boos from the students.

Then, the song's fast tempo was initiated, and I watched in awe as my peers went crazy.

Fred and Angelina were dancing so exuberantly that people around them were backing away in fear of injury.

Beside them, George and Katie were head-banging so vigorously and flapping their arms like Hippogriff wings.

But Cedric, who had let loose and started jumping quite out of rhythm to the music, his chestnut locks flying unruly, caught me off-guard.

"What?" he asked breathlessly as he watched me suppress my laughter as I held onto his hand.

"I finally found something you're not good at!" I exclaimed over the loud music— my amusement growing when Cedric's jaw dropped in mock offense.

"How could you say that with those two on the dancefloor? Huh?" Cedric asked, his eyes pointing towards the Weasley twins, who were now break-dancing pretty horribly while Angelina and Katie cheered them on.

"You do have a point... Forgive me?"

Cedric sucked in air through his teeth, and his eyebrows knitted together— as if he were debating whether to forgive me or not.

"I don't know if I can," he joked, the corner of his lips twisting up to a smirk as he wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling me closer to him.

"I'm begging you to reconsider. I take back what I said— you're allowed to dance as foolishly as you'd like," I pouted, offering him the biggest puppy eyes I could muster.

Cedric broke into a big, goofy smile as he peered down at me.

"Fine, but only if you dance just as foolishly with me," 

"Deal," I agreed as I stuck my hand out, which he shook firmly as if we had just made a business transaction, "but I am going to need a drink first."

"Coming right up," Cedric chimed, his hands nestling my face as he leaned to kiss me leisurely. His warm lips glided over mine for a few passing seconds before he left me flustered and faint.

I stepped down from the platformed dance floor, taking fixed breaths to steady my erratic heart.

As I looked around the Great Hall, I saw many people sitting down, which made me pity them for all the fun they were missing out on.

Far off in a corner, Draco Malfoy and his friends watched everyone else snidely— as if they were far too prestigious to even consider dancing.

Ron was also sitting down with Parvati. She was speaking to him, but Ron wasn't paying attention to whatever she was saying because he was too busy glaring at me, which took me aback.

When the Weird Sisters had finished their set— everybody cheered them on and begged for an encore, but they still exited the stage despite the students' protests. 

In turn, Professor Flitwick marched up the stage holding a vinyl record, seeming to have renounced the title of band conductor for the night and been assigned the role of DJ.

We all watched uncertainly as he put the record on, unsure of his music selection, but when 'Ballroom Blitz' by Sweet started playing, everyone cheered with approval and started dancing again.

"Let's sit down, shall we?" I overheard Harry say to Cho, who was holding onto his hand and attempting to get him to stay on the dance floor.

"Oh, but— this is a really good one!" she tried to persuade him.

"Er, no, I don't like it," Harry lied. I knew he did because we listened to it a lot over the summer.

With lucky timing, a friend of Cho's invited her to dance— if you could even call it that since the student body was now tipsy and energetic as they aimlessly bounced around the dance floor. One of the Weasley twins even started to stage dive.

Wanting to join in on the fun, Cho gave Harry a little apologetic smile, leaving him staring hopelessly after her and then glumly walking back towards the table where Ron and Parvati were sitting.

I strode over to them just as Harry was opening a bottle of Butterbeer— taking a seat right next to him.

"What is wrong with you?" I hissed as Harry was downing his drink.

"Wha—?" he asked, puzzled with a mouthful of beer.

"You've been drooling over Cho Chang since last year, and now you've got her! Why aren't you conversing with her and showing her a good time? After all the trouble you went through to muster up the courage to get her to go with you, you're gonna ignore her now? Seriously!?"

"I don't have her; she's been staring at you and Cedric all night," Harry snapped back, his green eyes accusingly squinting at me.

I fell silent because I noticed it, too, but when I realized that I had no fault in this, I continued to argue with him in my defense.

"So? Does that mean you must spend the entire night in awkward silence and belligerent dancing? You're a great guy, Harry. Show her that! She is just as lucky to have you as her date as you are to have her." 

Harry didn't retort but simply grumbled into his drink, and I knew the conversation would end there.

Besides him, Ron was furiously staring off into space as Parvati sat beside him with her arms and legs crossed— one foot jiggling in rhythm with the music. 

Now and then, she'd throw a disgruntled look at Ron, who was completely disregarding her.

I reached over to pinch Ron in the arm and decided it was his turn to get a scolding.

"Ouch! What was that for?" Ron exclaimed, rubbing the spot where I had pinched him.

"And you? What's your deal, then?" I confronted him, raising an eyebrow.

He stared at me sternly, eyebrows knit together as his blue eyes roamed my face. I responded by tilting my head towards Parvati, who was gazing longingly at the dancefloor.

"Well, that's just none of your business," he muttered before turning away from me defiantly.

I rolled my eyes just as Hermione joined us— her face flaming red and sweaty as she fanned herself with her hands.

"It's so hot in here, isn't it? Viktor's gone to go and get some drinks. Would you care to join us?" 

Ron gave her a withering look. 

"Viktor?" he asked. 

"Yes?" Hermione replied, her voice raising in surprise. 

"Hasn't he asked you to call him Vicky yet?"

Hermione gave him a look of pure confusion— her eyes flickering over to Harry and me as if to confirm if Ron was being serious or not.

"What's up with you?" she questioned when she noticed me glowering at him because of his sour mood.

"How could you not tell me?" snapped Ron scathingly, "he's my favorite Quidditch player, and you didn't tell me! I thought we were friends!" 

Now, I was just as bewildered as Hermione. We both looked at Harry for answers, but he simply shrugged.

"Ron, what— ?" I scoffed.

"She could've at least told me! But instead, we had to find out the day of the ball. It's senseless!" spat Ron. 

Hermione was lost for words, gaping her mouth open and shut like a fish out of water as she struggled with what to say.

"I'm sorry..." she said after a moment, her voice quivering as she was clearly attempting to control her anger. "What would make it better, Ron? An autograph? Maybe I'll have him sign that model of him up in your dormitory?"

"Shut up," Ron mumbled, choosing to ignore Hermione's ridicule.

"You need to control yourself, Ronald," she warned as she jabbed a finger at him. Stop projecting your anger toward your friends and figure out what you're really upset about." Hermione said this, glancing at me briefly before storming off across the room and disappearing into the crowd.

The air was tense as we were left stunned and silent.

Hermione made it clear that Ron was lashing out at everyone because he was upset about something else, and it was pretty obvious what he was irritated about.

I mean, he had been shooting daggers with his eyes at Cedric and me the entire night.

Ron peered at me sheepishly, but I broke eye contact, not wanting to bring attention to Ron's feelings toward me tonight.

All I wanted was to get back to enjoying my evening with Cedric.

"Are you going to ask me to dance at all?" Parvati asked Ron, having gotten fed up with our drama.

"No," replied Ron flatly, his rude attitude returning.

"Fine," seethed Parvati, and she got up to join her sister, who was in the company of an entire crew of Durmstrang boys who had no dates and were eager to dance.

"I'm going to go find Ced," I informed Harry and rose to my feet.

"Alright," he replied boredly.

"You should go find Cho," I advised him, and this time, he seemed more susceptible to my suggestion because he nodded and scanned the room for her.

It seemed like Ron's loss of his date, warranted by his bad temper, awoke something in Harry, who had a lot more to lose if his crush got bored of him and found someone else.

It wasn't long after that I had seen Harry approaching Cho more confidently— the both of them falling into a dance that seemed more cosy than the ones they shared before.

"Vare is Herm-own-ninny?" asked someone behind me, pulling me away from my thoughts.

Viktor Krum stood grimly, clutching two cold Butterbeers in his hands.

"I was just with her— I think she went to the top table to look for you. Have you seen Cedric?" I asked, eyeing the drinks and wondering if they'd bumped into each other.

"No. Veil, if you see her, tell her I haff drinks," Krum said and slouched off.

I glanced at the top table, which was now empty. Professor Dumbledore was dancing with Professor Sprout, Ludo Bagman with Professor McGonagall, and Madame Maxime with Hagrid—the gigantic pair cutting a wide path around the dance floor as they waltzed through the students.

I continued to weave through dozens of people in search of Cedric, who was nowhere to be found.

I thought he'd be at the bar, but when I got there, I only saw a House Elf frantically serving drinks to a nagging group of students.

I grabbed a flute of champagne that looked unclaimed for and set off to continue searching for my missing date when I heard a voice I, unfortunately, knew too well directed towards me. 

"You look beautiful tonight," 

I sighed privately before turning on my heel to look at Draco, who was languidly leaning against the bar with what seemed to be a whiskey in hand.

"Thank you," I replied dully, meaning to walk away just then but staying instead for a reason unknown to me. 

"You look like a vicar," I added, taking a sip from my champagne.

Draco let out a genuine laugh. 

One that startled me because the last time I'd seen him laugh like this was the night at the Courtyard the year prior.

I watched him with vivacity as he grinned with teeth, shaking his head at my joke.

"Well, that's not a terrible thing," was all he said after his laugh.

"Suppose not," I responded dryly.

"No, but really, (Y/N)... You look gorgeous. So gorgeous that if you were my date, I wouldn't dream of losing sight of you. I don't think I'd be able to look away." 

I stood there stiffly, trying to ignore the tiny hairs at the back of my neck that were rising as his eyes drank me up.

"Um, thanks..." was all I could say, finishing the last of the champagne and hoping its effects would influence me soon.

He was going to say something else when Headmaster Karkaroff joined us.

"Mr. Malfoy," he greeted Draco leerily. I was surprised to see how Draco tensed up—standing rigidly straight on his feet as his eyes broke away from me to look at his shiny, black dress shoes.

"Good evening, Headmaster," Draco murmured respectfully.

"How are you enjoying yourself?" Karkaroff asked, his dark eyes flickering between Draco and me.

I really wanted to leave now, but it felt impolite to do so.

"Fine. Thank you." Draco answered.

"Wonderful... do tell your father that I send my regards," 

My eyes instinctively widened.

We knew by now that Igor Karkaroff had been a  Death Eater because Sirius told us so, but this seemed to confirm it. 

I mean, we weren't sure if Lucius Malfoy was a Death Eater himself, but after what Draco said at the World Cup, I feel like it'd be ridiculous not to assume so.

I tried to seem impassive as possible, but I made a mental note to tell Harry about this later.

"I will pass it on, Headmaster. Have a good night..." Draco said, glancing at me from the corner of his eye as he stalked off to the corner where Pansy and the rest of his friends were. 

I gave Karkaroff a polite smile before turning to walk away myself— but was stopped in place when he called after me.

"Miss (Y/L/N)?"

"Yes, Headmaster?" I asked cordially, walking back to him hesitantly as my heartbeat began to pick up its pace. 

"I'm sorry, I don't mean to keep you... but I have just been so curious. I can't help but notice an American accent, yes?"

"Oh! Yes, Headmaster. I transferred to Hogwarts from America last year. Professor Dumbledore proclaimed that I was far advanced regarding my magical abilities and offered me to expand my studies here." 

"How very... interesting. He doesn't do that often, Dumbledore. I mean, there must be many bright witches and wizards in America... Have you ever wondered why you?"

Something in his tone was strange, making it seem like he already knew the reasoning. 

And although his question seemed rhetorical, Karkaroff still waited for an answer.

"Oh, um... I suppose there are. I guess I just got very lucky..." 

"Very lucky, indeed... You remind me of somebody I used to know. An old friend. Exceptionally bright wizard. Tell me, is your surname paternal?"

"No, sir. Maternal. My mom raised me." 

"And your father?"

"Your guess is as good as mine," I replied shortly, his curiosity irking me as it hit dangerous waters that were too personal for me.

Karkaroff was sneering down at me as if there were an inside joke that he was sharing with himself— which made me outrageously uncomfortable.

As if by a saving grace, Cedric finally appeared with our two drinks at hand and nodded nobly at Karkaroff but kept cautious eyes on him.

"Very well," Karkaroff said, clapping his hands together. "I won't keep you two any longer. I wish you both a good night."

"Thank you." we both replied, and Cedric watched him walk off before turning to me.

"Was he bothering you?"

"No... he was just asking questions. Got those drinks?" I asked casually, trying to divert his attention from my odd conversation with Karkaroff, which I was still trying to process.

Cedric passed me my cold drink, which I downed immediately. I placed the empty glass on the bar's countertop and pulled him towards the dancefloor just as 'Super Freak' by Rick James started playing.

"Let's dance”

✩ next chapter: you feel like heaven (coming soon) ✩

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Request: Cedric Diggory x Ravenclaw!fem!reader

Plot: Them being cutesy in the corridors and around campus, but instead of the teachers minding, they coo and cheer for the couple?

(professors I thought of specifically would be McGonagall, Sprout-especially bc Ced is in her house-Trelawney, and even Professor Binns)

No disturbances - Cedric Diggory

People never really had the opportunity to wonder if you were dating or not, because the little (or big) displays of affection between you and Cedric had started out from the second you'd become a couple. Hand holding in the hallways was quite common, especially when walking each other to classes, and shared kisses on the field after a Quidditch victory was inevitable, not a shadow of shyness despite all students and teachers being there to witness the rather intimate moment. Surprisingly, your fellow classmates had a bigger issue with your relationship than the teachers did, gossiping about you no matter how far away you were.

'Did you hear that they've been together for half a year now? I was convinced he'd cheat on her by now. ' or even,

'I swear she's spoken to other boys while they've been together though?'

Despite all the talk from those who knew nothing of your relationship, you continued acting as you usually would, linking arms while leading each other through the crowded hallways and having intimate picnics by the black lake on days where the sun shone bright. Cedric, ever so proud of being able to call you his girlfriend, grins widely at teachers every time they cross you in the halls, though you shyly duck your head away, avoiding the intimidating eye contact with those you respect so much.

It was only one night when you'd been making your way down the halls way passed curfew that you thought you'd definitely lose all your 'turning a blind eye privilege' from the teachers. Clad in your warm pyjamas, you'd been making your way down to the Hufflepuff common room. You'd sighed in relief when you turned the last corner to get to the common room, the risk of bumping into teachers or prefects significantly increased due to how far both common rooms were. It was only when you walked further down the corridor that you saw the two figures approaching you, and you froze. It was too late to try to hide or run.

Right in front of the Hufflepuff common room entrance stood Professor McGonagall and Professor Sprout, doing their rounds together for students out of bed. Your eyes widened and your jaw went slack, watching as the two older women realised your intentions. A sly smile made its way onto Professor Sprout's face as she chuckled quietly, Professor McGonagall only raising her eyebrows at you in mock surprise. At that same moment, the entrance to the common room opened, revealing your very own boyfriend standing in sweatpants and a Hufflepuff jumper.

"Oh shit." He whispered, eyes widening at the scene. You laughed awkwardly, looking down at your feet. "I didn't see anything." You heard Professor McGonagall mumble as she turned back around to walk down the corridor. Your head shot up at her comment, confusion overtaking you. Professor Sprout followed her movements, adding "Didn't see what?" Giving you the opportunity to run into the common room, all blood having rushed to your face.

[mentally-in-northern-italy]

a lover’s ruse — c.d. [1]

Summary: Your agonizing courtship and Cedric’s need to spite his ex are both ailments that have a very simple cure: a fake relationship, obviously.

Requested: read the request here

Pairing: Cedric Diggory x fem!gryffindor!reader

Word Count: 3.9K

A/N: I'm so sorry guys. This has been such a long time coming, I'm not sure people are even waiting for this anymore. But this is the first part and I'm thinking of turning it into a full-fledged series. Second part of the fic WILL be out as soon as I'm done exams.

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The first few dates were bearable enough  — if you squinted hard and counted the silence as a virtue. 

The next few were nothing short of painstakingly harrowing. And that’s being kind.

This one, however? It made you seriously contemplate lunging over the walls of the Astronomy Tower and meeting Death, himself, halfway. Little else could offer greater reprieve, in your mind, from this. 

The setting should’ve been romantic, in theory. The night was still, but not stiflingly so, and the moonlight danced around the top of the Tower teasingly, doing little to illuminate the dark. If he stepped into a crevice where the light didn’t reach his face and you tuned him out just enough, you might even call the view beautiful. But, you soon found out – only a few dates in – no view could be described as such when you have Trevor Selwyn standing next to you.

Trevor Selwyn should’ve been a perfect match, in theory. An avid member of the Sacred Twenty-Eight –  there was little else that could prove more pertinent to families, like yours, with snobby ideals of purity and the measures necessary to maintain it, generation after generation – a Slytherin, an athlete (he doesn’t like mentioning that he’s a substitute player, on his best days), and a prefect. And, as you soon found out – only one date in – he’s also an utter and complete idiot.

So, you should’ve said no, in theory. Kicked and flailed your arms like a petulant child, screamed and wailed and protested when your parents when they proposed a courtship between the two of you. You should’ve told Trevor himself that he possessed the tact of a Cornish Pixie and the wit of the dimmest of trolls. But, as you soon found out (after the wailing episode) – absolutely zero dates in – Trevor is nothing but persistent and your parents anything but unwavering in their resolve. 

“I’ve met the Minister once,” he remarks out of nowhere as he looks off, off of the edge of the tower with all the regality of an acclaimed emperor. 

You hum in response. You haven’t said a word all night and he hasn’t noticed a thing.

“Granted, I was only two but I recall the Minister telling my father –”

“I think I should head back, actually,” you interrupt before the anecdote can truly begin. There are a few things you’ve learned about Trevor so far but none of them are as glaringly consequential as this: if he starts talking about his father, he won’t be able to stop. Escapades from Uagadou, his adventures in Egypt warding off curses and serpents and the magical scrolls of Machu Picchu –

“Oh,” he furrows his brow as if deep in thought and you almost laugh. That boy has never had a thought in his life. 

“I don’t want to be late for prefect patrols is all,” a faux sweet lilt to your voice doesn’t do much to subdue the frown on his face. 

He nods curtly. “I’ll walk you back.”

Your refusal is automatic. “I think I’ll mana–”

“It’s no problem,” he starts walking towards the stairs and you’re left with no choice but to follow.

On any other occasion, the walk would’ve taken mere minutes. The hallways would’ve been something theatrical, a soft fusion of candlelight and the streaming moonlight at this time of night. With Selwyn by your side, however, the minutes seemed like hours, and the candlelit corridors, usually golden and warm, felt like the dull glow of a waiting room. Your shoulders ached from how stiffly you held herself as each step echoed louder than the last, as if the castle itself was sighing in disappointment and disdain.

“I had an enjoyable time tonight,” Trevor started when you finally reached and you tried your utter best to hide the discomfort when his clammy hand reached for yours. He brought it to his lips and pressed a single kiss on it before you gave him a tight-lipped smile. You expect him to then turn and go, to walk back down to his own common room but he stays standing there, his face blank. 

“Me too,” you smile, in hopes that this was the confirmation he was after. Another lesson you’ve learned about the boy has been this: nothing else pleases him as much as validation does. 

He gives some semblance of a smile back. You blink. The next thing you know he has started to lean in and his eyes are fluttering shut and his slightly puckered lips are mere inches from yours now and the ridiculousness of it all proves too much to bear – you guffaw in the most obnoxious way possible. A mixture of anger and hurt crosses his face before he retreats and you’re unsure of how to recover.

“I’m so sorry,” you cover your mouth and try to stop the laughter. “I– I just thought of a funny joke. I’m so–”

“Fix your hair, would you? It looked atrocious today,” he quips quickly to gain control of the situation back. The last thing you’ve learned about the enigma that Selwyn is is this: his superiority cannot be challenged. If it is, he will try to establish it again – by insulting you in the most seemingly hurtful manner. 

It doesn’t quite have the desired effect. You snort at his attempt and suddenly the laughter has returned. He exhales once out of his nose as he turns to go but not before calling out, “I will pick you up at the same time tomorrow night. Don’t be late.” 

The laughter dwindles at the thought of enduring this again. “I’m busy tomorrow!” 

“Don’t be late,” he calls again. 

“Charming,” you hear someone call from behind you and you can tell who it is without having to turn and look at his annoyingly perfect face. His clever quips usually carry the extraordinary ability to irk you to no end but after the night you’ve had, they seem especially akin to knives on a chalkboard. 

You can picture Cedric Diggory’s earnest yet irritating smile he seems to wear at all times, the kind that makes his honey-coloured eyes crinkle in the slightest way at the edges with no difficulty. You can picture his perfectly ironed robes, clad with pins and awards he has won over the years and his hair that falls in place like dominoes. There’s only ever one way to describe him: pristine. Always. 

Though you’d never cared much to exalt him to the status of an academic rival, it’d be foolish to call him anything else. He had a way about him that reeked of complete and utter competence at everything, which indubitably invited a certain degree of resentment from everyone. You were no exception.

And not only did the universe seem keen on making an already-horrible night worse by scheduling him as your prefect patrols partner tonight, it also seemed quite keen on wanting to humiliate you in front of him. 

“The gossip that you are, Diggory,” you huff with biting sarcasm as you finally turn to face him. “Using your patrols as a way to spy on unsuspecting young lovers. Classy.” The break of his grin is almost blinding and you have to avert your gaze to avoid damage to your visual field.

“Nothing else entertains me these days as much as your courtship, I’m afraid,” he jests, slipping an easy hand into his pocket. “If you need more time together, I understand. I’m perfectly capable of completing the patrols on my own tonight.”

With your face aflame, you shoot him a look and begrudgingly start walking beside him, arms crossed tightly over your chest like a shield and footsteps hitting stone a bit too sharply. 

“How kind of you.” You say curtly and make it a point to walk a few steps ahead of him. He doesn’t seem particularly perturbed by it: he follows a few steps behind you, but the smugness radiating off of him envelops you nonetheless. 

“You can laugh, you know,” you say again after a moment of silence. You have long-since learned that the best way to avoid embarrassment is to submit to it. You’ve been courting Selwyn long enough to know it – sheepish smiles exchanged with classmates when he pecks you on the cheek in the hallways, mortified but apologetic grimaces whenever he tries to clasp your hand in his as he walks you to your common room after supper. Judgment – if it must be served – is best served plainly. Overtly. 

He shakes his head in amusement as he finally catches up and walks in step with you. “Now, why would I laugh? That was the most romantic thing I’ve ever seen.” 

“That was humiliating,” you mutter under your breath before you can stop yourself. 

Cedric’s amused smile wavers as he glances at you with something you hope isn’t sympathy. And as much as you hate to say it, it wouldn’t be something you would put above him – for all the determined rebuttals and rivalries in class, Cedric has only ever been infuriatingly kind. “I think Selwyn might be a tad bit more humiliated than you, [Y/L/N].”

“Good. If he ever tries to kiss me again, I might hex him into oblivion and end up as a headline in the Daily Prophet.” 

His amusement returns and you’re glad. You’re not sure how to interact with him beyond the usual teasing remarks. “Would it be in bad taste to say that I'd quite want to see that?” His smile only grows when you roll your eyes. “Will you be doing that tomorrow night then? Shall I call the reporters?” 

You make a face. “You won’t be grinning that wide when I send a dementor after you from Azkaban, Diggory.”

“Send one after Selwyn. He’s in need of a good kiss.”

Your lips twitch at the joke and Cedric notices the slight movement. You press them together before a full-fledged smile can appear on your face and Cedric revels in it. “You’re not funny.”

“Yes, I’m sure Selwyn’s funnier,” Cedric teases. 

“Still not funny.” You take a few quicker steps to walk in front of him again, having had enough of his teasing for the night. 

He catches up again and has no particular difficulties keeping up, no matter how much you try to hasten your steps. “Forgive me for prying –”

“I won’t.”

“But, why Selwyn?” The question’s sincerity catches you off-guard.

“What?”

“I just mean – I find it hard to believe that you’re… devoid of options. So…why him?” He picks his words carefully, as if he’s weighing them in his mouth before letting them fall out. And perhaps it was due to the late hour or the undeniable warmth that Cedric’s eyes perpetually hold, but you actually considered giving him a sincere answer. 

“He’s–” you pause as you vow to yourself this would be the last display of vulnerability Cedric would be getting from you tonight. Your voice drops despite yourself, and you find your fingers fiddling with the edge of your sleeve. Something about Cedric’s quiet attention makes the truth feel heavier than usual. “He’s my parents’ choice. They want me to graduate with a prospect secured.”

His eyebrows wrinkle in confusion. “If a courtship is what you’re after, I’m sure you’d find better prospects in – pardon my bluntness – anyone else.” His teasing cadence has dropped altogether now and you wrinkle your own eyebrows in confusion as you consider the notion that Cedric might actually be trying to help you. 

“It doesn’t matter who–” you pause again. “I don’t plan on marrying him, Cedric.”

Cedric frowns. 

You go on, “I’m only ‘courting’ him until graduation to subdue my parents. I won’t marry him so it doesn’t matter who it is.” You squirm in guilt as Cedric stays frowning. “And I realize it’s cruel to string him along – I do – I just – I don’t know what else to do.” 

Cedric nods after a while – a slow, courteous nod that indicates he understands but wholly disagrees with whatever you’re saying. It’s a nod you’ve seen from him when he proposes a rebuttal to whatever alternate answer you’ve proposed in class, an alternate solution to a problem and admittedly, a much more pragmatic one.  He opens his mouth to voice it before the sound of giggles fill the empty hallways from around the corner.

You both exchange a prefectly look with each other, acknowledging the obvious student out of bed, awaiting a scolding for being out past curfew. Before you two can approach to see who it is, they turn the corner themselves.

“Evelyn,” Cedric breathes out in surprise as your gaze lands on the familiar brunette-haired girl in your year, her hands firmly clasped in Damien Avery’s, matching love-sick grins plastered on both faces and lipstick stains on the latter’s neck. With their hair dishevelled and robes askew, they blink in stunned silence.

You purse your lips as you look between the two, realization cresting at once. Though Cedric’s dating life was never a particular topic of interest, you immediately recognized the girl as his girlfriend, Evelyn Waters. 

Well, ex-girlfriend as of two weeks ago. 

“Ced,” his name falls from her smudged, lipstick-stained mouth softly, her eyes widening slightly. She hastily straightens out her robe and runs a hand through her hair. “I–”

Cedric clears his throat awkwardly as he shoots Avery a lingering glare. “It’s an hour past curfew–” He manages to get out, his voice unbelievably even. He keeps his eyes on Avery, not sparing Evelyn another glance. 

“I’m a prefect, Diggory. I think we’re fine,” Avery dismisses, stepping around him. He tugs at Evelyn’s hand.

Cedric steps in front of him again, towering over the shorter boy with ease. “Forty points from Slytherin,” he says simply, his eyes uncharacteristically stoic.

Avery scoffs and looks at Cedric in disbelief. “Yeah?” He sneers. “Are you going to take another forty for theft?” 

Cedric exhales heavily through his nose at the implication. The night air has suddenly chilled and the tension is so thick, it makes it hard to breathe.

“You know… considering…everything.” Avery smirks, gesturing subtly to Evelyn’s hand he still has clasped within his own. Evelyn watches the exchange silently.

“Considering everything, Avery,” you finally find your voice in the uncomfortable silence and step forward. “I’ll be taking another hundred points away from Slytherin for your misuse of prefect privileges. Expect to hear from Professor Snape tomorrow when I formally file a complaint.”

Avery turns to you, his goblin-green eyes staring into yours for a minute before he narrows them. “This isn’t your fight, [Y/L/N]. Stay out of it.”

“I think you,” you jab a hard finger at his chest, pushing him away slightly, “should stay out of the hallways after curfew. Now, if you’ll excuse us.” You grab Cedric’s arm and tear him away from the pair. 

He doesn’t protest when you begin to lead him down a random set of stairs to get away from the scene of the stiff confrontation. Cedric walks a few steps behind you wordlessly as you chance periodic glances to make sure he’s still following. After a few moments, you slow your gait so he can catch up with you.

“Hey,” you jostle him out of his thoughts which seemed to have permanently etched a furrow in his brows as he shuffled his feet across the stone floor.

He sighs, running a quick hand over his face and then stuffing it back into his pocket. “You didn’t have to enjoy that quite so much.”

You frown. “Enjoy what?”

“Do you not normally enjoy my humiliation?” He asks with a teasing lilt in his voice, but the humour stops short of his eyes. You can tell his mind is still stuck elsewhere, replaying that scene over and over. 

“I’m not a sadist like you,” you quip. 

He offers you a quick smile as if to confirm receipt of your well-intentioned humour, but doesn’t say much else. You walk in uneasy silence once again. 

“She’s an idiot,” you say finally. “Just– for the record.”

“Hm.” He smiles wryly again but his eyes hold a heaviness that you don’t like. You can tell the breakup took a greater toll on him than he has let on the past few weeks. And you’re not exactly sure why that weighs down on your heart.

“Seriously, Diggory,” you sigh. “She’s an idiot for breaking up with you and she’s an idiot for getting with Avery.”

He exhales a quiet laugh. “Yeah.” 

The heaviness still hung in the air despite your attempts at trying to provide Cedric an outlet to let out his frustration. You scoff internally at his staunch unwillingness to talk ill of anyone – not even his ex-girlfriend who moved on from him in a blink of an eye. You think again of Cedric’s genuine interest in your ‘Selwynian’ plight. You sigh once before shaking your head. Were you really about to help Cedric Diggory?

“You know what? You need to stop that.”

“Stop what?”

“Acting like it doesn’t bother you,” you hit him lightly on the arm. “It bothers you, right?”

He holds your gaze for a moment before nodding. “Yeah. Suppose it does.” He admits quietly.

“Do you want her back?” 

He frowns at the question. “What–”

“Do you?”

“Yes,” he breathes out after a while and looks away, as if embarrassed at the confession. You can tell he’s fidgeting with his pockets nervously. 

“Then, make her jealous,” you say. “I saw how she was looking at you. She knows she made a mistake. But she won’t admit it because that’s not how it works. Make her jealous and she’ll have to admit it. It’ll get it out of her.”

He looks at you in amusement. “I can’t tell if you’re trying to help me or sabotage me.”

You scoff. “Accept the generosity before I change my mind.”

He shakes his head with a bitter smile, clicking his tongue against his teeth quietly. “That won’t work, anyway.”

“It will,” you assert. “Trust me, Diggory. It will.” 

He shakes his head again. “I don’t even know how to–”

“Date someone else,” you supply easily.

“I don’t like anyone else.”

You shoot him an unimpressed look. “No shit. We already established that you still like Evelyn.”

“So, I ask out a girl I’m not actually interested in?” He asks in disbelief, discomfort evident on his face. 

“Yeah,” you shrug. 

He frowns and pauses, glancing at you with confusion. “That’s cruel beyond belief, [Y/L/N].”

His admonition makes you pause, too. The familiarity of the proposal strikes you at once. It was exactly what you were doing – stringing along a clueless Selwyn until graduation and then breaking his heart without a second thought. The cruelty of it all had always been a nagging thought – but its noise had been distant and dull. It was now ringing in your ears however, your skewed perception of morality hitting you at once.

“It’s not– cruel.” You try to tell yourself, more than him. “It–”

“It’s heartless,” he says again, matter-of-factly. “This, and what you’re doing to Selwyn, by the way.” 

You sigh at his moral policing. You knew he was right, but Selwyn was a problem for another night. 

“Fine,” you relent. “How about a girl who agrees to be your fake girlfriend?” 

He scoffs lightly. “If that were so easy to find, wouldn’t you have gotten a fake boyfriend already?”

You both stop walking at the same time, your footsteps coming to a screeching halt simultaneously. It was almost as if Cedric’s words had materialized and turned into physical roadblocks. His gaze slowly turns to you, honey-brown eyes landing on yours, but you’re already watching him in stunned realization. 

“[Y/L/N] –” he begins thoughtfully.

“No. No. Absolutely not.” That look in his eyes — the one like he’s already decided. Like he’s already seen this through to the end. It makes you nervous in a way you can’t name. You start walking ahead of him rather quickly but he catches up to you with no difficulty once again. His long strides match your pace perfectly.

“This was your idea–” He tries to reason again, the sound of hurried footsteps echoing off the walls as he chases after you with a walking stride.

“My idea– was not for us to do that–” you huff out as you keep up the pace, unrelenting.

He finally catches up to you and reaches for your arm, his hand closing gently around your elbow. The warmth of his touch sends a jolt through you, halting your steps more effectively than his words ever could. “It makes sense.”

You blink, momentarily thrown. “No–” 

“You won’t have to be needlessly cruel just to keep a prospect around–”

“Cedric.”

“And I won’t have to heartlessly pretend to like a girl who doesn’t know I’m pretending,” his hands find your shoulders. “It makes sense. You know it does.”

“I won’t–”

“And no more nightly dates with Selwyn,” he interrupts. “No more dodging his kisses.” 

That finally shuts you up. You shake your head though you can’t find the words to protest anymore. Cedric decides to sweeten the deal further.

“No life sentence in Azkaban, either.”

“Shut up.”

His lips tug upwards slightly and your eyes can’t help but catch on the movement. You let your eyes roam over his face — annoyingly symmetrical, irritatingly warm — and suddenly it hits you how easy it would be to fall into this lie. How dangerously tempting it is to pretend.

“No one would even believe it,” you say weakly. “We hate each other.”

“You mean you hate me?” He smiles dryly. “Because I don’t recall ever hating you.”

You avert your eyes before you start tracing his smile lines again with your gaze. “I just mean– we’re always at each other’s throats.” 

“That makes it more believable, don’t you think?” 

You shake your head, closing your eyes. “It’s a bad idea–”

You don’t get to finish your sentence before a familiar owl flies overhead and perches itself on the ledge next to you, clutching a letter. It doesn’t take long for you to realize who it’s from – the intricate green envelope and Selwyn family crest catching your eye immediately.

Cedric raises an eyebrow as he holds back a smirk. You grumble under your breath before plucking the letter from the owl begrudgingly. 

“Aren’t you going to open it?” He questions as he stifles a smile.

“No,” you huff in annoyance. “He … sends these every night. A ‘goodnight poem’, he calls them.”

Cedric doesn’t say anything, his grin already revealing he knows what your next words will be. 

You glance at the letter again — Selwyn’s cursive looping like a snake about to bite. What were you even doing?

You sigh, knowing exactly what this meant. “Fine. Let’s do it.” You cast the ignition spell, watching the green wax seal curl into smoke. “Let’s date.”

He blinks. “Wait — really?”

 “Don’t make me change my mind.”

 His grin returns, slow and lopsided. “Pretend to date,” he corrects.

“What?”

“We’re pretending,” he says cheekily, your cheeks aflame at his teasing cadence. "Don’t fall in love with me, [Y/L/N].”  

With a determined roll of your eyes, you turn on your heel. “As if, Diggory.”

Second part coming soon!

[rainydayathogwarts]

IM UGLY CRYING IN MY BED SO HARD RIGHT NOW THATS NOW EVEN FUNNY WHAT DA HELL

A PROMISE KEPT | C.D

Summary: Before the Triwizard Tournament, Cedric makes you promise that, no matter what happens, you won’t cry over him. After his death, you struggle to keep that promise—until you find the letter he left behind.

Word Count: 2.3k+

Warnings: Cedric Diggory x Reader, no use of Y/N, heavy/slight angst (depends on the reader), mentions of death

A/N: Hope you guys love this!! 🫰

⊱ ─── ⋅ʚ♡ɞ⋅ ─── ⊰

The moment Cedric Diggory’s name was called for the Triwizard Tournament, something inside you twisted into a tight knot.

It should have been a moment of pride—Hufflepuff’s golden boy, Hogwarts’ brightest star, standing at the center of the Great Hall as his house erupted in cheers. Students clapped him on the back, chanting his name, their admiration echoing off the high stone walls. Even some Gryffindors, Slytherins, and Ravenclaws couldn’t help but smile.

You sat frozen, hands clenched into fists beneath the table.

A part of you knew Cedric was capable—more than capable. He was smart, strong, and level-headed. But this wasn’t just a game. This was life or death.

Students speculated wildly in the Great Hall, voices overlapping in a chaotic mix of excitement and nerves. You, however, couldn’t bring yourself to join in.

Instead, you sat on the cool grass by the Black Lake, arms wrapped around your knees, staring at the way the moonlight shimmered across the water’s surface. The crisp autumn air nipped at your skin, but you barely felt it. Your mind was too busy racing.

Footsteps approached, familiar and steady. “You always sit here when you’re overthinking.”

You let out a quiet huff, not looking away from the lake. “I’m not overthinking.”

A low chuckle. “Right. And I’m a Slytherin.”

This time, you glanced at him. Cedric Diggory, in all his effortless charm, stood there with his hands tucked into his cloak, the wind ruffling his honey-brown hair. His smile was soft, but his eyes—his beautiful grey eyes—were watching you closely, as if reading your every thought.

He lowered himself onto the grass beside you, stretching his long legs out.

“Are you nervous?” you asked, voice quieter than you intended.

He exhaled, running a hand through his hair. “A bit. But I know I don't need to. I got picked for a reason didn't I?” He said smirking at you.

You studied him carefully, watching the way his lips form a smile. But behind his confidence, he toyed with the hem of his sleeve—his telltale sign of nervousness.

“You’ll be brilliant,” you said softly. Then, unable to stop yourself, you added, “But if you die, I swear I’m following you in the afterlife.”

Cedric let out a warm, full-bodied laugh, the kind that sent warmth straight to your heart. “Noted. No dying... Just because I don't want you to follow me to death."

The words came so easily between you, like they always did. But as you sat there under the stars, the easy banter felt different tonight. He felt different tonight.

You wanted to say something—wanted to tell him that you didn’t just care, that you loved him.

But you didn’t.

Instead, you just whispered, “Be careful.”

He turned his head, studying you with an intensity that made your breath hitch. His gaze flickered from your eyes to your lips and back, as if he wanted to say something, too.

But just like you, he didn’t.

Instead, he smiled. “I promise.”

⸻

The First Task

Your heart pounded painfully as Cedric stepped onto the rocky arena, facing the enormous Swedish Short-Snout dragon.

You gripped the edge of your seat in the stands, barely aware of the deafening cheers around you.

He looked calm. Too calm. But you knew him. You knew he was nervous—he just wouldn’t let anyone see it.

The dragon roared, heat blasting across the field.

And then—it attacked.

A fireball the size of a small carriage exploded toward Cedric.

Your breath caught.

At the very last second, he rolled out of the way, landing smoothly on his feet.

A murmur of awe rippled through the crowd.

Your nails dug into your palm as he raised his wand, casting a Transfiguration spell on a nearby boulder. It shimmered and shifted—into a massive Labrador.

The illusion sprinted forward, barking excitedly.

The dragon whipped its head around, confused for a split second. And in that moment, Cedric ran.

You held your breath.

He dodged another blast of fire—so close, too close—before lunging for the golden egg.

His fingers closed around it.

A heartbeat later, the dragon turned back and swung its massive tail.

“Cedric, move!” you gasped.

At the last moment, he threw himself out of the way, landing hard against the ground—but still gripping the egg.

The whistle blew.

The crowd erupted.

You barely heard any of it as you shoved past students, racing toward the tent where Cedric was being treated.

When you burst inside, he was sitting on the cot, his shirt slightly singed, his cheek streaked with dirt.

“Are you insane?!” you half-yelled, half-gasped, dropping to your knees in front of him.

He grinned, exhausted but pleased. “You were worried.”

You glared at him, brushing a stray lock of hair from his forehead without thinking.

“I hate you,” you muttered.

His eyes softened, the usual mischief replaced with something deeper. Something… real.

“No, you don’t,” he murmured.

And Merlin, he was right.

⸻

The Second Task

Cold.

Heavy.

Something was wrong.

You woke up surrounded by blue light, water pressing against your skin, your body weightless.

Your hands were bound by seaweed-like ropes, and panic seized your chest.

Then, shadows approached.

Four figures, swimming toward you.

And then you saw him.

Cedric.

His expression—relief, determination, something almost desperate—made your stomach twist.

He was coming for you.

His hands found yours, fingers fumbling to free you from the ropes.

Something tight and painful lodged in your throat.

Out of all the people in his life—his friends, his parents—you were the person he had to save.

Did that mean…?

No. You couldn’t let yourself believe it.

As soon as the ropes snapped, you felt your body go weightless, floating toward him.

His arm wrapped firmly around your waist as he pulled you to the surface.

The second your head broke through the water, you coughed, gulping in precious air.

“Are you okay?” His voice was hoarse, breathless.

You blinked up at him, the sunlight making the droplets on his skin glisten. “Cedric, you—”

“I’ve got you,” he promised. “I’ve always got you.”

Something inside you crumbled.

And for the first time, you let yourself hope that maybe—just maybe—he felt the same way.

⸻

The night before the final task, you found Cedric on the castle steps, the weight of the tournament evident in his eyes.

Without a word, you sat beside him.

“I have a bad feeling about this,” he admitted.

You swallowed, heart aching. “Then don’t go.”

He smiled sadly. “You know I can’t do that.

A pause.

“You’re scared,” he said before you could speak, his voice as calm as ever.

You crossed your arms and exhaled sharply. “Of course I am.”

Then—his hand found yours.

He finally looked at you, a soft chuckle escaping his lips. “I’ll be fine.”

You frowned. “You don’t know that.”

His easygoing expression faltered, just for a second. “I have to believe I will be,” he admitted. “Otherwise, I’ll never stand a chance.”

You sighed, sitting down beside him. “Promise me you’ll be careful.”

“I will.”

You hesitated before adding, “And promise me you won’t do anything reckless.”

He smirked. “Have you met me?”

You shot him a glare, but he only laughed, nudging your shoulder. “Alright, alright. I promise.”

The weight in your chest lessened—but not completely. Something still lingered, gnawing at the edges of your mind, whispering that things would never be the same.

That’s when Cedric’s expression turned serious. “Promise me something, too?”

You met his gaze. “What?”

“No matter what happens, you won’t cry over me.”

Your breath caught.

“Cedric, why would you—?"

“Just promise me.”

He was still smiling, but there was something behind his eyes, something heavy—as if he knew a secret neither of you could say aloud.

You wanted to tell him that you couldn’t make that promise, that the thought of losing him was unbearable.

But the way he looked at you—pleading, trusting—made your heart ache.

So you squeezed his hand and forced a small, fragile smile.

“I promise.”

And it was the biggest lie you’d ever told.

⸻

The moment Harry Potter reappeared with Cedric’s lifeless body, the world shattered.

Screams rang through the air, piercing and raw. Some people gasped, others staggered back in shock. Dumbledore moved toward them, his usual composure shaken. But none of it felt real.

Your knees buckled beneath you.

It couldn’t be true.

It couldn’t be.

Cedric had promised. He had promised.

You barely heard Harry’s choked sobs as he clutched Cedric’s body, screaming for someone to help him. Your vision blurred as you shoved past students, past the horrified professors, until you were there—kneeling beside him.

He looked peaceful, just like he had that night under the stars. Like he was merely sleeping, like he’d wake up any second and tease you for being so worried.

Your hands trembled as you reached for his, fingers wrapping around his cooling skin.

“Cedric,” you whispered, shaking him gently. “Wake up. Please, wake up.”

Nothing.

And suddenly, a memory surfaced—a promise from years ago.

⸻

It was the summer before fourth year, and you and Cedric were lying in the grass, watching the dark sky, stars blinking on top.

“Do you believe in soulmates?” he had asked, his voice light, teasing.

You snorted. “What, like love at first sight?”

“No, not that.” He turned his head to look at you, his grey eyes soft. “I mean… two people meant to find each other, no matter what. The kind of people who just—fit.”

Something about the way he said it made your heart skip a beat. You glanced away, focusing on the sky instead.

“I don’t know,” you murmured. “Maybe.”

A beat of silence. Then—

“If we ever get separated,” Cedric said suddenly, “we’ll find each other again. No matter what.”

You rolled your eyes, nudging him with your elbow. “That’s a bit dramatic, don’t you think?”

He only smiled. “I mean it.”

And there, under the endless black sky as the stars watched, you pinky promised.

A silent vow that no matter what happened, you’d always come back to each other.

⸻

But now—now he was gone.

You choked back a sob, hands tightening around his.

“Cedric,” you whispered brokenly. “You promised.”

The words were empty. Hollow.

You had promised, too.

But promises meant nothing when death took them away.

And yet—above you, the stars shone.

The same way they had the night before, when he had held your hand and told you he’d be fine. The same way they always did, whenever he pointed them out to you and said, “They’ll always be there, no matter what.”

Tears burned behind your eyes, hot and insistent.

But then, his voice echoed in your mind.

No matter what happens, you won’t cry over me.

You clenched your jaw so tightly it hurt.

You had promised.

So you swallowed back the sob clawing at your throat and blinked away the tears.

But deep inside, you knew—this was the one promise you would never be able to keep.

⸻

Days blurred together.

People mourned. The castle was silent, heavy with grief. Cedric’s seat in the Great Hall remained empty, a cruel reminder of what had been lost.

You wandered through the days in a haze, floating through classes, avoiding the places where you used to meet him. Nights were the worst—alone with your thoughts, with the crushing weight of everything unsaid.

Then, one evening, a small package appeared at the foot of your bed.

No sender. Just a plain envelope, sealed with Hufflepuff-yellow wax.

Your stomach twisted as you slowly peeled it open, revealing a single folded letter in Cedric’s unmistakable handwriting.

⸻

Love,

If you’re reading this… then I didn’t make it.

I don’t want you to cry. I know you will anyway, because I know you, but please—don’t let this ruin you. Don’t let this be the thing that takes away your smile, your laugh, the way you light up when you talk about the things you love.

If I’m gone, then that means I won’t be there to remind you, so I need you to promise me something: keep living.

I mean it. Keep looking at the stars, the way you always do when you can’t sleep. Keep sneaking into the kitchens for late-night snacks, because I know you do that even though you pretend you don’t. Keep sitting by the Black Lake, even though I won’t be there to annoy you anymore. Keep being the person who made my days brighter, who made me laugh when I needed it most.

Most of all—keep being happy. Even without me.

I know you, and I know you’re blaming yourself. Don’t. Please.

You are the best part of my life.

I wish I had told you that sooner.

I wish I had told you a lot of things.

Like how I always looked for you in a crowd, even when I wasn’t supposed to. How I noticed the way your nose scrunches when you’re concentrating, or how your hands shake when you’re nervous, or how you always hum under your breath when you think no one’s listening.

And how I think—no, I know—that I love you.

I don’t know if you ever felt the same. I don’t know if you’ll ever forgive me for leaving like this. But if there’s one thing I want you to remember, it’s this:

I wouldn’t trade a second of my time with you. Not for anything.

So live for me, okay? Love for me. Promise me that.

And if you ever miss me—if you ever wonder if I’m still with you—just look at the stars.

I’ll be there.

⸻

You clutched the letter to your chest. The tears that have been building up silently slipped down your cheeks.

You hadn’t kept your promise. But maybe, just maybe… you could keep this one.

For Cedric.

For both of you.

And for the first time since he left—since that horrible, earth-shattering moment—you tilted your head back and looked at the sky. The stars were shining.

And for the first time, you let yourself believe that he was still there.

⊱ ─── ⋅ʚ♡ɞ⋅ ─── ⊰

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[rottenherbs]

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Pairing: C.D x Potter! Reader Request: hello, can i have a Cedric Diggory request where the reader is Harry's sister (they are the same age). They meet at the quidditch world cup and immediately hit it off. Harry is very protective of her and disapproves of her dating Cedric but then he saves her during the second task? W/C: 2.7k Author's Note: HERMIONE WING WOMAN! This was a good challenge for me! I hope I wrote Cedric well :) I apologize I skipped the Yule ball, i feel if they went together it wouldn’t make sense for the request plotline, and I already have been writing this for too long. — [mastserlist] Much Love, Saige

Being a fan of the Bulgarian Quidditch team in the Weasley house was no small feat. It was undeniable that they had such a warm and inviting nature, especially allowing you and your brother to stay at their home over breaks, but conversations became quite pointed once the world cup came around.

The house was so starkly pro-Ireland it astonished you. Luckily Ron and Ginny both had some sense in them and wore their red and black proudly alongside you and Harry. Fred and George on the other hand practically questioned your every move, seeing your allegiance to their rivaling team sparked insidious competition.

“For the last time, I am NOT gambling with you.” You whispered starkly. The whole Weasley family was walking their way through the forest. Fred and George flanked either side of you, far enough away from their father who was oblivious to their antics.

“We're not asking for galleons here-” Fred started.

”Yeah, perhaps just a couple knuts or sickle if you can spare.” George finished, wagging his eyebrows jokingly. “Why.. .dont think you’ll win eh?”

You just sighed, not knowing how far you all still had to travel, you shoved your hand in your pocket digging around for any loose change that would shut them up. Once you removed your hand, both twins shot their fists in the air, happy to see their egging finally broke you into having a little fun.

“We thank you for your business.” Fred chirped, sliding the coins into his own pocket, while revealing a small notebook, swiftly writing down your contribution.

“And you won't regret it!” George slurred, both of them jogging up to their next unsuspecting victims, Ron and Hermione.

You rolled your eyes, annoyed by their brotherly love, but also feeling deep admiration for the day set ahead of you.

It had to have been an hour or two when the scenery ahead widened into a beautiful hilltop. Still quite a ways away, everyone’s attention was focused on something else coming from just over the horizon.

Two figures came into view, one much taller than the other, both waving their arms beckoning the group to come over. Either parties walked briskly to each other, meeting just at the base of the hill. After a moment it became acutely aware to you who they were before Mr.Weasley introduced the groups.

Your attention couldn’t help itself, glancing ever so often at the boy, charmed by how he carried himself, his brown hair lit by the morning glow. Hermione nudged your shoulder, smirking at her feet. Both of you giggled to yourself, the special bond of your friendship could say everything without having to say a word at all.

Like most girls at Hogwarts, you knew of Cedric Diggory; The hufflepuff king. He was known for his academic knowledge and superb quidditch skill, and most of all his popularity amongst anyone who laid eyes on him —

but he wasn't popular like Draco… no, not at all.

He was known for the right reasons, his wit and ability to make friends with anyone was the reason he was so well known - not because of money or power or some evil greed.

You suddenly became nervous, hands clammy and unable to act normally.

Piling with Hermione as the adults chatted, both of you whispered to each other in the back of the pack.

“You know, I heard he liked someone in our grade-“ Hermione started, the sentence only making your stomach flutter.

”Please, we all know it's Cho,” you rebutted, trying to cover your distaste for the girl. You didn't have any serious issue with Cho, but a jealous streak flowed through you, a childlike pain of not being wanted by yet another one of your crushes.

“No no. I heard from Ernie that they both went on a study date and nothing happened. Like nothing.” Hermione whispered, biting her lip slightly at you. Her eyes were attempting to communicate to you, but all you could think about was the fact that it was clear you all were traveling to the game together, and the close proximity was inevitable.

You sucked your teeth at her, a small sound of annoyance yet acceptance as you nodded your head towards the group. The both of you looked up, seeing the group shift towards the hill, the Diggory’s making quick strides ahead.

For a second, Cedric turned, smiling deeply at your brother, smiling politely and making conversation, every so often looking around. You watched your brother curl his hands, laughing and bantering as best as he could before shoving his thumb over his shoulder and directing his attention towards you.

You were too far away to distinct what was being said, but you could decipher that he was (from afar) introducing Cedric to you, the words “sister”, “same age”, and “wicked smart” all following in quick succession. Your cheeks reddened, both you and Cedrics eyes meeting, a soft inviting smirk growing as he looked at you over his shoulder. Harry’s eyes followed between the two of you, suddenly aware of the implications and interests Cedric had in you. Though he thought little of it and changed the conversation.

Your heart fluttered once you got to the top of the hill, standing precariously close to Hermione and Ron, doing your best to focus on Mr.Weasley.

“Now, if everyone would please touch the boot.” He spoke, smiling from ear to ear. “Yes yes. Just a finger will do. Scoot close please.”

As all the children got close, you became shoulder to shoulder with others, your eyes fixated on the large mangy shoe in front of you. As you took a deep breath in, you looked up and locked eyes with Cedric, his face

“Hold on tight-“ Mr.Weasley shouted, everyone taking a deep breath in.

“THREE” Mr.Weasly started counting down.

“Hey-“ Cedric whispered, smiling softly at you.

”TWO!”

”Hi-“ you breathed out, feeling a warmth rush over you. He blinked slowly, licking his lip nonchalantly.

“ONE”

And with that, the world began to spin. Wind was blowing through your hair and eyes, shutting them out of fear. You couldn’t tell how high up you were or what was happening. You could hear small yelps from Hermione just next to you, your bodies colliding with each other as the air got colder.

“Let GO.” Mr.Weasley announced, his words cut through the wind easily, frightening your eyes open. Cedric and Mr.Diggory were missing, slowly one after another Fred and George let go, their bodies flying out of sight.

You took a breath in feeling zero sense of confidence in your actions and released your grip from the boot. The world continued to spin, your stomach and your heart felt to change places, your consciousness feeling something out of this world.

It only took a few seconds to get to the ground, an invisible net catching your body from slamming into the earth, holding you just a foot above the grass before dropping you roughly.

Harry landed just next to you a second later, the sight of his glasses hanging onto his face for dear life made you break into a deep guttural laugh. He looked at you through his disheveled hair, his hand swinging back to hit you playfully, slumping back into the ground to catch his breath.

Your attention was quickly diverted, Hermione’s hand pointing eagerly towards the sky.

Like out of a movie, Mr,Weaslys, Mr.Diggory, and Cedric were gliding on hair down to the ground.

”You’ve got to be joking.” Fred started, sitting up in the grass yanking his jacket over his shoulders.

”They didn't teach US that.” George rolled his eyes, running his hand through his hair.

Once Cedric landed, he adjusted his clothes quickly before making his way over to you and Hermione. His hand extended to you both, hoping to help you up. Hermione looked at you quickly, the excitement showing deliberately through her eyes.

She grabbed Cedric’s hand and helped herself up leaving you in the dust. Just behind Cedric she winked at you, turning to catch up with Ron and Harry. Cedric smiled, his hand still enveloped with you.

“Come on, they might leave us behind.” He smiled, tugging your arm lightly urging you up. You just nodded, feeling his strength pull you easily from the ground. Once to your feet, you brushed off the front of your pants, grass and rocks flinging from your clothes.

“Is my back bad?” You asked innocently, turning and facing your back towards Cedric. He was grateful you couldn't see his expression, his eyes tracing the outline of your body. There were dark dirt marks on your bottom and he wasn't sure how to tell you.

“It’s not.. well.” He coughed, clearing his throat. “Nothing that won't come out in the wash.” He laughed, your face dropping as your hands covered your butt, wiping it frantically.

“It’s that bad?!” You asked, realizing what you had just asked him to do. He shrugged, cocking his head to the side.

“Cedric!” Mr.Diggory yelled, catching both of you off guard. ”It’s time!” His father coxed you both over, the group now congregating a bit away leaving you alone at the top of the hill.

”Let the games begin-“

———

The events of the World Cup were memorable to say the least. You stayed close to your brother the entire night, fear filling your mind with each step. You tried your best to not show your fear going into your next year at Hogwarts, but you knew something would change, for better or for worse.

You prayed for a simple year, each being more laborious for Harry, seeing life not allow the young boy to grow and be a teenager. It hurt you, but it seemed to be going well… at least until the other schools showed up.

The prospect of the triwizard tournament bothered you to your core. Children, yes at least 17 years of age, but children nonetheless being thrown to the dogs for entertainment and forever glory to the school. It was insane!

But it only brought you and Cedric closer

———

“Dragons?” Cedric gasps. Both of you were hidden in the courtyard,

“Yes…Harry wanted to tell you, but his pride.. those damn buttons-“ You stunned, smacking his lapel as the button changed, clearly showing Potter Stinks glimmer in green. Cedric smirked, taking it off at once and holding it in his hand.

“It’s just house pride.” He snuffed, handing it over to you. “I know he didn’t put his name in, but no one else believes it. I’m sorry.” His words were soft yet firm. You hovered your hand over his before grabbing it, the proximity of his body became incredulously apparent to you; your lungs halting their movement.

You could’ve sworn he leaned in-

“Yes. Dragons” You cleared, looking up at the boy. His head was turned down towards you, his height staggering in comparison. He nodded, his soft brown eyes admiring you from his view.

He has been enamored with you ever since the summer. His mind raced with fear for your health and wellbeing the moment the warning shots went off. He selfishly deprecated his father and attempted to look for you, any trace of your presence in the fighting crowds would have eased his anxiety.

But he’d never tell you that. Not now.

“Each student will have a dragon and need to save the egg.” You sighed.

“Sounds invigorating.” Cedric beamed, leaning against the wall behind him running his hand through his hair.

“Sounds irresponsible” you choked.

“Oh please, y/n. They wouldn’t put us in a situation they couldn’t get us out of.” He smirked, watching you fuss with your fingers. He suddenly became aware of your anxieties, biting the side of your cheek, eyes fixated on the ground.

“Listen, darling,” Cedric started, pushing himself back from the wall, standing tall in a way to show his confidence. His arms held either side of you.

“I promise, nothing will happen to me, or your brother for that matter.” He leaned down, trying to lift your chin to look him in the eye.

“Okay?” He whispered, his eyes dancing between yours, the air suddenly becoming stiff.

“Okay.”

He wrapped you in a hug, swaying you back and forth casually.

“Chin up. I’ll put on a show.” He smiled, resting his chin on top of your head. You leaned your head tirelessly on his chest, the thumping of his heart gave you peace, but the thought of never feeling it again sent a new wave of shivers down your spine.

You attempted to gather your emotions, pulling back the tears, too embarrassed to cry in front of him.

“Please tell your brother thank you, and I’ll return the favor.”

———-

The first task came and went with utter success. With only minor cuts and scrapes, both Cedric and Harry had surpassed their dragons. And yes, you could admit Cedric put on a show.

The second task continued around the corner. To the surprise of no one, the confusion of the golden egg stumped each champion.

Harry hadn’t asked you for your help, knowing your small allegiance with Cedric and having his own help from Ron and Hermione; but he had a strong distaste for the older boy and how he had swooned you, worried he would treat you like the other girls and move on quickly.

Harry was nothing but protective. Both of your namesakes brought trouble; people who just wanted to know you or people who wanted to use you.

You hated it, but it was justified and trouble always came when Cedric’s name was brought up around you

“He tried to repay your hint!” You bellowed, confused to Harry’s annoyance at the golden egg

“Right like that does anything. I think he was telling me I was stinky more than anything-“ Harry scoffed. He held the large egg in between his hands, aimlessly tracing the opening with his fingertips.

“Harry. Underwater. Listen to it underwater.” You spoke plainly, looking at your brother with a blank stare. His facial expressions didn’t change, instead they stayed indifferent- the cogs in his mind working slowly.

He stood up at once, shooting you a soft smile, though his eyes said differently.

“I’ll go take a bath then.” His lips tightened, leaving you in the library alone. You sighed, leaning back in the chair. You knew he was under an immense amount of stress, but sometimes it felt like he was competing with you just the same.

———

The night before the second task, Hermione and Ron and you were all round up by professor Mcgonagal after the dinner bell, pulled away from the celebrations in the great hall.

Unsure to what it could be, you caught Cedric’s attention in the hall, walking opposite to you. Knowing you had no time to speak, your eyes met.

You both said nothing at all, but the softness in his eyes lingered, turning his body to watch you walk. Just before you rounded the corner, you blew him a kiss, hoping you would have time later tonight to see him.

You had no clue what that kiss did to him, his head hung as he walked away smiling foolishly to himself.

Neither of you knew he would have to save your unconscious body underwater in just 12 hours time.

[blac-ivy]

One thing golden era Wattpad writers had going for them was that they knew the importance of a buildup. I'm of the opinion that the sexual tension is WAY more satisfying to read than the actual sex and quite frankly there is a serious lack of non smutty writing.

Like I really miss reading fics/ x readers that start from scratch. Meeting the characters, initial reactions getting to know them, the tension the jealousy the TENSION the freaking tension.

Looking and looking away when they get spotted, touches that feel like they linger but perhaps they didn't and they're both so hot for each other that they think it's wishful thinking. And I don't mean just sweet sunshine romances, darker works can have a buildup too but it seems like so much is just about getting to the smut instead of the psychological aspect.

Bring back the build up!!!!!!!

[deusfoundry]

there will be a part 2 to this trust 🙏

cedric lays his eyes on you for the first time at the night of his sorting, and even then, at the cusp of turning twelve, he knows you're beautiful.

not pretty, no, despite it being the first thought that crosses his mind. it's too small of a word to describe you, barely able to encompass just how stunningly bright your eyes are as you peer up the enchanted ceiling of the great hall, let alone the rest of you.

no, you're beautiful. in every sense of the word and so, so much more than his prepubescent mind can begin to think of.

which is why when he spots you on the morning of his first transfiguration class, cedric clamors and rushes to the empty seat next to you.

he breathes in, then out, trying to steady his breathing and psyching himself up to introduce himself at the same time. only for you to beat him to it.

"hi!" cedric turns at the sound of your voice. he looks back at the moment now and admits that as cheesy as it sounds, time quite literally stopped when he looked at you.

if you were beautiful last night, with quite a number of feet between you two, then you're something entirely indescribable now.

hair pulled back into neat twin braids. cheeks dusted the lightest shade of pink. tiny speckles of light dancing on your eyes like stars.

and helga that smile. cedric swears he could drop dead right now and he'd thank the heavens that your smile was the last thing he gazed upon.

he's yanked away from his daze when you wave your arm across his face, the very same eyes he adored drowning in confusion. he realizes then that he's been staring at you.

you must think he's a creep right now.

"sorry, i didn't quite catch that." cedric hopes the sheepish smile he flashes you is good enough, prays that the gaps between his teeth are free from any trace of the filling breakfast he had earlier. "could you tell me your name again?"

you tell him your name once more, and cedric echoes it himself. repeating it twice for— oh, he doesn't even know why he says it again, but he likes it. the way your name rolls off his tongue with so much ease, like he's meant to utter your name over and over and over again like a mantra, a prayer.

he wants to say it again but the fear of you thinking of him as an idiot strikes in waves, so he opts to introduce himself instead.

"i'm cedric." he holds his hand out for you to shake, struggling to steady the muscle when his palm comes into contact with smooth skin. he smiles through the slight tremble of his body. "i hope we can be friends."

just a little something before i waste the rest of my night looking for more, indeed, cedric fics. this man has truly consumed me whole i need to be put down.

[noelan1]

do you ever fall for a fictional character so hard that when they are shipped with another character you wanna kill yourself

[cinnamoodles]

smut is great but do you know what’s better? heart wrenching, soul twisting angst that makes you want to cry (take my money)

[midniqhtt]

golden trio era recs

masterlist • harry potter universe • 04/13/25

harry potter

𑣲 pretty boy I @msmk11

you love to make your boyfriend embarassed

𑣲 heaven help a fool who falls in love I @fushic0re

a meet cute brings you and the oblivious chosen one together.

𑣲 concussions and interruptions I @rainydayathogwarts

You aren't expecting to meet Harry's parents for the first time while you share an intimate moment in the hospital wing after he sustains another quidditch injury.

𑣲 summer lovin’ I @/rainydayathogwarts

you decide to visit harry over the summer, playing the classic 'girl next door' so harry's uncle lets you in.

𑣲 a motherly love I @/rainydayathogwarts

when harry sends you another owl claiming that professor snape has it out for him, you decide to pay them a short visit

𑣲 love, mum and dad I @/rainydayathogwarts

Harry gets the memory book you and James made for him to open on his 17th birthday, but he gets it a little sooner, and discovers things about the family he could have had.

ron weasley

𑣲 i love you first I @/msmk11

Ron is used to feeling second.

𑣲 sewing kit I @/rainydayathogwarts

The instant Ron came to you asking for help sewing a rip in his t-shirt, Molly knew you were the woman he was going to marry.

𑣲 the chosen one I @/rainydayathogwarts

harry may be the chosen one, but he wasn't the one you chose.

george weasley

𑣲 dear diary I @/rainydayathogwarts

Ron can't help his crush on his older brother's girlfriend, and catches himself in some inconvenient situations

fred weasley

𑣲 metamorphosis I @desideriumwriter

Fred has been acting differently since he got hurt during the War. You're not sure how many more of his outbursts you can handle.

𑣲 a touch that never hurts I @mywhisperingwords

you seem to have fallen for your best friend, which you could handle if only he didn’t constantly touch you

cedric diggory

𑣲 no disturbances I @/rainydayathogwarts

𑣲 woes of a prefect I @wondernimbus

neville longbottom

𑣲 stranger to friends I @/rainydayathogwarts

moved harry and ron to this post*

[rjunhuang]

how the harry potter boys would react to you hooking up with someone else. — part two.

featuring: cedric diggory, neville longbottom, blaise zabini, oliver wood, theodore nott.

warnings: lowercase intended. gender neutral reader. informal writing?? they're a bit toxic. bullying. boys are dumb. kissing. unhealthy coping mechanisms. my depiction/fanon!theo. mentions of weed, smoking & other substances. mentions of sex.

note: here's ur part two!! thank u for all the love and support for the first part. y'all had me smiling and shit. send in requests for more prompts if y'all would like that.

part one | comments & reblogs are appreciated! <3

cedric!  there's no doubt that cedric diggory is a people's pleaser. all in all, he has a heart of gold but he's blinded by naivety to realise the red flags of his friend group. unfortunately, their toxicity does sometimes have an affect on the said golden boy. thus how a heated and disheartened rant about how you chose roger davies over him to his friends would lead to gossip, tattletales, and undeniable amounts of insolent comments. the 'rumours' of you and davies would spread like wildfire with those chatterboxes, and especially not positive ones on the ravenclaw guy. you'd caught clear moments where cedric would be snickering along with his mates as their eyes followed the motions of your boytoy.

he'd been laying down on the fresh grass with the support of his elbow, a cheeky grin spread across his lips as his gaze switches back and forth between his friends and the couple. some goon would get the brilliant idea to throw a core of an apple at roger. cedric's cheery expression would immediately drain out of him and be replaced with one of regret — "wait, come on, you didn't have to do that." he'd even shoot you a sympathetic look when your gazes connect.

this would be a common occurrence as his friends only grew more confident with their obvious distaste towards your fling. almost every matter would result in an apology from cedric, whether verbal or not.

"my friend was being a dick so, uhm, sorry about him. truly." his voice soft and airy; it brings the same sensation as a sugar cookie.

on the other side of things, you'd begun receiving bouquets of flowers and hampers of your favourite foods — someone was definitely keeping an eye on what you sneakily snacked on during classes. it would always be signed with a beautiful doodle of a butterfly, and sometimes if you were lucky enough, a short sentence of a romantic affirmation. it would've been creepy had there not been cute attempts from your admirer to prove otherwise. every note addressed to you would always have some sort of psa in brackets like 'i'll totally stop if you want me to', 'i really hope i'm not coming off as creepy' or a silly self-deprecating joke to turn the intensity of it all down. it also couldn't be creepy given the time with cedric's friends and this secret admirer fiasco being so obviously correlated.

you knew for certain that these gifts weren't coming from roger. sure, the attention the ravenclaw gave you made you feel desired and attractive.. but he barely even cared to get to know you. dates with roger were so dang boring — it felt like an awkward, unwarranted staring contest. it was clear he was only attracted to you visually. roger would never know you the way this secret admirer (who was so obviously diggory) did. it made you feel giddy — the epitome of a high school student in love. it wouldn't be long before you dump davies.

entering his muggle studies classroom, cedric would find a note placed on the desk where he usually sits, along with a daffodil. it reads — 'i hope you like flowers, diggory, because our date's going to be at the greenhouse.' unlike him though, the note is signed with the clear letters of your name. it's safe to say cedric was having trouble focusing on the rest of his class, his head in the clouds at the thought of you returning feelings.

neville!  it's unspoken rule that you and neville longbottom were to be herbology partners no matter what. it became a habit after years of doing so. you two worked best in the partnership of each other, earning highest ranks in the subject throughout all your years. but.. that was it, really. the moment you stepped out of the greenhouse and entered to real world of hogwarts, all sense of familiarity between one another left your bodies. you always chalked it up as neville being too shy to interact with you outside of class, and vice versa. it didn't really bother you. something about those tender moments during class hours warmed you up like no other. it was special and vulnerable and if it could only be obtained between the confines of many plants and some jabbering students; so be it. 

to neville, it made sense that you guys were strangers outside of herbology. i mean, merlin, you were one of a kind. you brought a light into a room that no one could resist looking away from. like moths drawn to a flame, you gained sort of a status among popularity. there was no way a guy like neville should be seen near a person like you. or so he thought. 

it shouldn't have been a surprise that neville was one of the last to find out that you were going on dates with dean thomas of all wizards. aesthetically (and probably personally for all he knew too), dean and you were a match made in heaven. both popular enough, well-liked, and most certainly good-looking. yet despite it all, neville still couldn't help but feel so bummed. he didn't even want to think of what it meant for your upcoming lessons in herbology together. how you'd stop clutching onto his shoulder to laugh at whatever awkwardly funny thing he'd said or no longer timidly compliment his good work for the day before leaving the class. would you smile at him less? reserve them for dean instead? the thought was awful enough and neville was certain he didn't want to know the answer to these insecurities. 

when the next lesson of herbology rolled in, you were definitely surprised to see neville seated with hannah abbott instead. you tried to shrug it off, thinking of it as a one time occurrence. but, oh, were you so wrong. 

he was ignoring you. you knew by the way he'd purposefully avoided your eyes with a gulp as you'd try to catch his attention during class. he'd placed himself rows away from you, secretly admiring you with yearnful eyes. the thought of you and dean never left his mind. and if you tried to talk to him? he was straight out the door the minute class was dismissed, running away in his usual, clumsy manner.

the lack of neville's presence in your life saddened you a lot more than you expected. you found yourself drawn to the greenhouses even during odd hours, reminiscing over the memories you had spent there with the gryffindor boy among the years.

the dirt under your hands seems to ease your mind of any worries as you take it upon yourself to fix a broken potted plant. you'd be so preoccupied by the task, you fail to notice a certain boy walk in and get stunned by the sight of you in there. neville's arm flying up and almost knocking over an empty glass jar was what brings your attention to him. you have to resist the small smile creeping up the corner of your lips.  neville, on the other hand, straightens up after he gently places the jar where it supposed to be. his head is down as he mumbles, "right, sorry, i'l—" "stay." your gloved hand immediately flies over to grab his wrist, doing your best not to dirty him. "please." the pleading eyes of yours seem to work as neville makes no attempt to dash out as usual. he stays firm in his place, watching you with wide eyes. seeing that he doesn't speak up, you do the honours instead. "i've missed you. you don't seem to want to sit with me anymore." you gently start with a soft smile.  the words 'i've missed you' knock the wind right out of neville. his heart stutters and mind dizzies. "oh— i just— dean, you know? thought you wouldn't have wanted to talk to me anymore. i—i mean dean's great! perfect! you're super fit. obviously, great. who wouldn't like you? hah, i certainly do, but i didn't want to bother—" your lips are crashing against his the next second with burning cheeks. it shuts neville up from his rambling. he can only gawk at you when you pull away, his face beet red. "i think you're pretty fit yourself, nev." you manage giggle out.

blaise!  michael corner was great. those were the words you used to describe your recent date with him. those were also the words your friends, pansy parkinson and theodore nott, affirmed back to you. they, along with a silent blaise zabini, were the first to hear the news about your love life's new contender. 

sitting by the courtyard, you twiddle your thumbs nervously after revealing your budding romance with corner. pansy, the closest to you physically and personally, happens to notice your skittish demeanour — well, it's hard not to. "michael corner? the ravenclaw? that's great. he's great." her voice slightly strains and you don't know if this is her attempt to ease your nerves or if she's incapable of genuinely complimenting a man.  "oh, yeah — great." theodore adds, with a devillish grin, which earns a shove on the shoulder from the girl. they then share an odd look (well, more of a glare from pansy) together. there's a silent conversation happening which only confuses you. who knew nott and parkinson suddenly gained the ability of telepathy. dismissing their odd reactions, you take the opportunity to glance over to blaise — who has his head down, reading a potions textbook. you don't know why you yearn for blaise's approval but he remains silent, deeply entrenched in his reading. you chalk it up to him being in one of his nonverbal, introverted moods and don't try to take his lack of interest in the news too personally.

over the course of time, nothing much changed between your friend group. it still contained the dynamic of pansy and theodore bickering, whilst you and blaise mediated. though, once in a while, you jumped in on the banter yourself.

"oh, nothing better than ganging up on nott, yeah?" theodore would sarcastically chime in with the roll of his eyes.

things with michael had been going well enough, a little slow maybe. your time spent with your friends on some days got cut short due to your plans with him. sometimes, you swore you saw a twitch in blaise's jaw whenever you brought up your fling's name. but maybe that was your imagination — how could blaise be annoyed or upset if his expression remained completely neutral? had you not known him better, one might think he was bored in the company of his friends with that face of his. 

after weeks of slacking off, you decide to make this particular day a studious and productive one. given your big age, it was best to be responsible and get some extra reading done for your studies. you can't blame blaise for his similar habits — education at hogwarts seemed to be growing tougher day by day. it's why today you'd do your rare visit to the library. struggling to reach for a copy of 'magical drafts and potions', you feel yourself grow a little self-conscious by your foolish-looking predicament. however, a hand from behind startles you, saving you from the plight. you blink in surprise, craning your head to see who this mysterious helper is. blaise is looking down at you with a hint of a smirk. he's still hovering behind you, hand clutched onto the spine of your desired book. the ghost of his smirk is irresistible to look at. you feel a little shameless staring at his lips like this but, merlin, the intensity of this moment has you fully engulfed. you swear you see his smirk widen a little and blaise takes the opportunity to poke fun at your blatant staring. "still think you want corner?" blaise's voice is monotone to a deaf ear, but you can tell he's feeling a bit smug.  he gives you no chance to reply, handing the book over before walking out. you stand there baffled, bewildered and actually questioning if any other wizard could set your heart ablaze the way zabini just did.

oliver!  oliver wood loved his routines. he loved to wake up at dawn to train before the morning birds are even ready to sing. he, well, endured the classes he's forced to sit and progress through in order to keep quidditch in his life. he loved to charge back into the fields after lunch, ready for another day of practice. and surprisingly to most, he loved to hang out with you by the black lake afterwards, all sweaty and disheveled from the exhilarating sport. 

he's not oliver wood if he's breaking these habits.

so the one day he didn't show up to your cute little meeting point, you're stunned. you thought — oh godric, all those jokes you made about 'a bludger getting to him before you-know-who ever did' have finally come true. he must be dead if he's not living up to his schedule! 

but you're wrong. he's certainly not in the care of madam pomfrey or working overtime at the quidditch field as both places were definitely deserted when you came by to check. 

so where the hell was the captain? see, unbeknownst to you, oliver caught you snogging marcus flint right as he approached the lake. slytherin quidditch captain marcus flint. he found it crazy how out of all the students you could've picked to kiss, it was the one man oliver despised. they were practically enemies. and though you owed him no decision-making in your love life, oliver felt betrayed. hence, he turned his heels, making no effort to disturb the two of you as he stormed his way back to his dorm. 

the following silent treatment and petty attitude from him left you more or less disheartened. he was a close confidant, and the way he managed to drop you without a word shattered you. he'd stop talking to you overall. you even learned from a conversation with alicia spinnet that he'd started to become a lot more grumpy during practices — harder on his teammates, giving them lesser breaks, he'd brought forth a sort of 'no pain, no gain' attitude into the environment.

any time you glanced his way, you noticed the bags under his dark eyes. clearly, his nights were nothing but restless. if you thought he was obsessed with quidditch before? you'd hate to see him now. he'd never left the fields or his broom unless madam hooch or, worse, professor mcgonagall dragged him out of there by his ear themselves.

concerned would be an understatement. this man was tweaking out all because of you and flint. pretty sure he'd recovered from quidditch loses better than this. 

you're practically rushing to the hospital wing when you hear the news that wood collapsed in the middle of practice. that lack of sleep must've gotten to him because oliver is beyond exhausted. madam pomfrey has forced him into bedrest (she'd have him shackled to the beds had it not been illegal) — he can certainly lay off quidditch for a while. worry paints your features as you peer down at oliver, clutching onto the side of the bed. he can only (attempt to) glare at you as you flood him with questions about his health. "why haven't you been sleeping? have you been eating? why are you overworking yourself like this — interhouse isn't until next season." oliver scoffs, his throat a little croaky. "why do you care?" he grumbles, crossing his arms like an upset toddler in the process. "don't you have flint to fret over?"  and it hits you — after days of this trivial behaviour from wood — that this man was fucking jealous. you don't know if it's inconsiderate to laugh at this realisation, so you resist. "we ended things." is all you give him, holding back from any sort of expression. it's clear you really don't feel bummed by it. the reaction you get from him is beyond elated. he breaks out into a grin and you can practically see the confidence return to his system. he's looking at you like he wants to sweep you off your feet and kiss you. like he's just won the lottery. so bloody euphoric, all oliver can reply is "oh."

theodore!  he is a pretty codependent person in my eyes. especially since he's recovering from a weighted past. when you started hooking up with ernie macmillan, all his bad habits came crashing down. you were his anchor — he'd often vent to you about his problems with his father at home or whatever struggles he faced with his friends sometimes. he hated to know that any brewing feelings he had towards you were never going to be reciprocated. 

he started going to class high. it's so miserable to witness. he promised you before that he'd quit or at least lay off on his substance related habits a bit — that he'd only do it socially if he wanted. showing up to class with red eyes and a mind elsewhere was not smoking socially. it's a miracle professor snape had his biases towards slytherins because if another teacher as observant as the greasy haired twat were to catch theodore, he could kiss goodbye to hogwarts. thankfully, snape never noticed this change either, too busy shaming a gryffindor during his classes instead. 

soon, you were hearing rumours of nott breaking every girls heart out there. it's one game after another with them. which was all the more surprising because theodore was never really a player. most of the public saw him as one of those untouchable hot guys — he was much less likely to sleep around compared to his other slytherin companions. it was like theodore had done a full hundred and eighty. his mindset was; if you were going to be messy, why couldn't he?

your final straw would be at the news of his newfound habit of getting into fights. seeing him enter the great hall every morning with a black eye became an uncomfortably common occurrence. sporting and piling up this many wounds was a horrific sight. it seemed like even malfoy and his goons were growing concerned.

theodore had been on his way out after breakfast — probably ready to sneak into a hidden cranny or abandoned room to light himself a joint before classes were to start. only merlin knew whether he'd decide to skip a few of these classes or not today. his exit out the great hall was cut short when he passes by the hufflepuff table. in a matter out seconds, one of the boys from the house is pinned to the table, food scattered and other peers watching in horror. theodore's knuckles turn white from how hard he's clutching onto the guy's collar.  you can only helplessly shoot up from wherever you're seated. the expression theodore holds is too grim that you have no backbone to interfere. whatever he's sneering to the hufflepuff is inaudible to the rest of the students present. it's not long before one of the faculty pulls them apart — "it's far too early for such nonsense!" screeches mcgonagall in her distinguished scottish accent.

judging by whatever the hell you had witnessed earlier that morning, you knew you couldn't keep allowing theo to shut you out like this.

pacing around in circles, you wait in the moonlit courtyard for your close friend. without a doubt, he'd show up in need to escape the chaos of the slytherin dungeon. there'd been many nights where the two of you sat here together, hiding from patrolling teachers or mr. filch. the theodore with you then was boisterous, happy, healing. he felt far from the guy you were about to confront. a soft footstep against the gravel behind you is the signal that gets you to whip around. you face the dark haired man with a stern expression, walking over to him in a fierce manner. "what the fuck has been going on with you?!" you whisper-shout, frustration evident when you shove his chest back.  theo's reaction is to clench his jaw, his eyes not daring to meet yours as he looks away. he stumbles back a bit from your push. "i don't know what you're talking about." he attempts to brush you off. feigning nonchalance and disinterest, he keeps his hands stuffed into his pockets. this doesn't stop you from inquiring further. you bring up anything you can — "is it your father again?", "malfoy then?", "stress? merlin, theodore, just talk to me." the two of you bicker back and forth, each sentence spat growing more and more exasperated.  finally, theo fesses up, tired of your endless and awfully oblivious queries. "merlin— it's you!" he hisses out, running a desperate hand down his brown locks. "it's you and your loser loverboy and how my stupid heart can't fucking handle watching you be happy in the arms of another man who isn't me." you notice how the rim of his eyes begin to grow red. it startles you but you can't ignore the excitement in your heart either. "and you thought it was smarter to ignore me rather than confess?" for the first time in the argument, your tone is one of lighthearted humour with the corner of your lips itching to smile. 

[sivyera]

nsfw headcanons and kinks of harry potter characters

ft. harry, ron, cedric, fred, george, draco, blaise, theodore, tom, hermione, pansy

a/n: well there is obviously a lot of SMUT, also it's a female reader

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⤷ Harry - lingerie

harry for sure loves when you wear some nice pair of lingerie, he finds it so hot when the nice lace hugs your body so perfectly. every time when he's out, he looks for some new pair of lingerie that he would buy you. oh yeah he buys you every single pair but one time, you surprised him on his b-day with red pair of lingerie (like gryffindor theme lingerie) and he was hard within seconds.

"oh- oh my fucking god, you look amazing sweetheart. do a spin for me please- slowly, i wanna see how pretty you look in this" harry hummed while he sat on his bed with you slowly turning in front of him. he could feel his hard dick pressing against his pants, pre-cum already making his boxers dirty. he brushed his hand over his erection before he hummed again. "come closer baby, i wanna touch you..."

⤷ Ron - body worship

ron was very unexperienced at the start, you were basically his first everything, first girlfriend, first kiss, first lover. so when was the first time you two had sex, he was just so mesmerized by your whole body that he had to watch himself for not cumming into his pants just from the sight of your naked body. you are gorgeous in his eyes, more than that! from that time it kinda sticked with him, every time you two have sex now, he has to worship you before anything, he wants you to know how beautiful you are on his eyes...

you could feel ron's hands tracing soft patterns over your sides while his eyes were glued to your boobs. "bloody hell, baby you are so beautiful.. " he mumbled while he moved his big palms over your boobs, squeezing them lightly. "i can't belive how lucky i'm to have you, now let me make you feel good." he added before he took off your panties and kissed his way down to your pretty cunt.

⤷ Cedric - praise kink

cedric is overall very vocal when you two have sex, he either growls, hums, groans, breaths heavily or he's mumbling praises to you. he really cannot help himself when he sees you all spread under him; your legs wrapped around him, your hands scratching his back while he holds your hips and is thrusting into you, mercilessly. he always makes sure that you can hear him properly so he usually leans closer to you, brushing his lips over your ear in soft kisses, whispering praise right into your ear.

"you're doing so good princess, taking all of me like this..." he whispers into your ear, his hips are crushing against yours, his dick hitting every right spot while you're a moaning mess under him. "you feel so good, i can't get enough of you, my sweet girl.." he groans again into your ear while his tempo isn't slowing down.

⤷ Fred - public sex

fred is thrilled with the idea of getting caught, it's the adrenaline and the possessivness from him screaming, i mean he wants people to know that you're his, that you chose him and that only HE makes you feel this good. so you two usually have sex somewhere around hogwarts. empty classroom, broom closet, empty gryffindor common room, bathroom, you name it.

"shh baby, be quiet you don't want anybody to catch us, do you?" he smirks while he has you seated on a desk in empty potion class. both of you are skipping class so it's pretty quiet outside on the hallways, anyone who will walk past can hear you. he doesn't care how loud you are because he doesn't care if you two get caught, he just wants to tease you. even tho you try to be quiet, you can't help yourself and moan again. "naughty girl yeah, let everybody know how good i make you feel..."

⤷ George - orgasm denial

george loves the face you make when he pushes you to the edge but just seconds before you're about to cum, he slows down his moves or stops completely, kissing your skin instead. he also loves teasing you but the way you get all pouty and squeeze around him when he denies you your orgasm is just something he can never get tired of. but eventually he'll let you cum and it's always the best orgasm ever.

he was thrusting into you in the perfect rhythm when you felt the familiar knot forming inside your belly, but just when the knot was about to release, he stopped. instead he immediately pressed his lips against your chest, kissing you around your boobs. "i know baby, i know... i'll give you what you want but god- when you squeeze around me like this, i can't help myself."

⤷ Draco - daddy kink

draco has big daddy issues so many of you could say that he'd hate being called daddy but he actually loves it. it makes him feel good, powerful and in control which he never was while being back home so... when you started calling him like this, he didn't let you stop. he sees you as his blessing and he wants to protect you with everything he has, like a good daddy should protect his precious baby.

"you're such a good girl for daddy, princess..." draco huffed while he was buried deep inside you. his hands were pressing your knees to your chest which made you ass go little up, letting him hit the perfect spot inside you. "yes, tell me who's your daddy? mhmf-..." he continues while you're mumbling under him. he loves when those sweet words leave your pretty mouth, it almost always makes him cum in seconds.

⤷ Blaise - bondage

blaise loves seeing how your flesh presses under the bondage, making your thighs and boobs look even more soft and squishy than they already are. he either bondages your whole body or only ankles and wrists so you can't move, but he loves both equaly. he always takes his time when he's wrapping the rope around your body but he also always makes sure that everything he does is comfortable to you, it could be dangerous for you and he doesn't wanna hurt you.

"you feelin' good, babe?" he speaks while his long fingers are brushing over your inner thighs, his eyes basically glued to the plush of them. he could feel his hard dick twitching in his boxers, leaving a small wet mark over the fabric so he quickly strokes himself before he continues. "you look so pretty like this, all just for me... take a deep breath, babe, just like this..."

⤷ Theodore - deep throat

there is nothing more theo loves more than when you are on your knees, your glassy looking up at him with tears falling down your cheeks while he hears how you are gagging on his dick. he doesn't care if you have good or bad gagging reflex, you can take it for him. if it's very serious and you just have to take a quick pause, he'll let you rest for like 30s before pushing you down on his dick again, this time little deeper than before. and when you let him cum into your mouth, you got yourself "bonus" orgasm.

"ngh- fuck baby-... your tongue feels so good around me, mhmm..." he hums while his head falls down between his shoulder blades with his fingers being tangled in your hair, pushing your head lower on his dick. his groans and moans are non-stopping while he can feel himself getting closer and closer. when he looks down at you and sees your pretty, bambi eyes already staring at him, he can feel himself cum. "oh dio-... now swallow for me, amore."

⤷ Tom - choking

choking makes feel tom in control, in control of your life while he brings you the best pleasure of your life. he can feel your pulse point under his thumb while you make this incredibly fuckable face, it drives him wild and incredibly horny. he can feel your heartbeat while he also makes you feel so good, it makes him feel powerful and he's hungry for power, any kind of power. but he'd never let you pass out, that's a big no for him.

he thrusted inside and out of you, mercilessly, while he had his hand firmly wrapped around you neck, perfectly feeling how was your heart beating through your pulse point. "oh are you about to cum? yeah, cum for me, my love..." he growled when his grip got tighter, making your eyes close in pleasure. you were still moaning under him which made him go little faster. with all of this, he came as well.

⤷ Hermione - thigh riding

hermione loves when she can multitask, it's somehow comforting to her. so one time when you found her in the library, learning for some up coming test, writing into her books; you sat on her thigh, wanting to distract her, she was hooked. she loved the feeling of you on her thigh, pleasuring yourself while she could write some notes into her textbook. from that time, she loved it and she often pulls you onto her lap with her thigh in perfect position for your pussy.

she wrote the last words into her book before her hands grabbed your hips, making you move faster, making your pussy spread over her thigh. "mhm you feel good like this? yes, you do? oh i know... come on, little faster." she mumbled into your ear, kissing you all the way down to your neck while her nails dug into your soft hips making you moan.

⤷ Pansy - face-sitting

pansy is literally obsessed with your pussy and all the noises you make when her tongue is buried deep inside you. she loves to explore all your folds because every time her tongue presses against a new spot, you squeeze your thighs around her head which makes her rub her thighs against each other. her eyes are glued on you the whole time while she presses her nose against your clit.

"mhmh come on-..." she quickly mumbles before she pushes your hips more onto her mouth while her tongue pushes deep inside you. her hands helped your hips slowly move back and forth while her tongue was licking each of your folds, swallowing each of your juice that she got on her tongue. your moans filled her ears and she could see you were getting closer which made her tongue work even faster.