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godricgryffinsnore · 3 days ago

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hii!! could i please request a cedric lives au cedric x ravenclaw!reader smut where they’re head boy and girl and have been close friends for a while (and are in a not necessarily secret relationship it’s just no one’s found out about it yet)??? if not that’s okay!!

Meet Me in the Prefect’s Bathroom ♡ | C.Diggory ⊹ ࣪ ˖

"They say Head Boy should lead by example—but honestly, if snogging my brilliant, maddeningly gorgeous Head Girl in every broom cupboard counts as misconduct, I’d gladly hand in my badge… right after one more kiss."

pairing : Cedric Diggory x fem!headgirl!reader

summary : In a sweeter timeline, Hogwarts’ golden duo can’t quite hide their feelings—or keep their hands off each other. Between secret smiles and stolen kisses, one thing’s certain: he’s utterly obsessed with her.

warnings : 18+, smut, fingering, oral (fem receiving), penetrative sex, lots of fluff and banter, they're way too in love, slight risk of getting caught (but they don’t care), playful dominance/submission vibes, established relationship

author's note : English is not my first language, so please forgive me for any grammatical errors or spelling errors. Re-blogging is completely fine with me, but please don't copy my work. I love you all. Enjoy <3. This is an 18+ fic, so minors do not enter!!!

della's note : Thank you so much for requesting lovie!! Hope you enjoy this lovely!!!

word count : 1.2k

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“I swear to Merlin, if I see Filch again tonight I might throw him into the lake.”

You muttered the threat under your breath as your shoes clicked against the stone corridor. Cedric, of course, laughed softly from beside you, his hand brushing against yours in a way that was absolutely not subtle.

“Darling,” he said, voice like warm honey, “you know you’ve got a temper on you when you’re tired.”

You turned to glare up at him, mostly for show. “I wouldn’t be tired if someone hadn’t pulled me into a closet earlier just to snog me.”

He looked at you with a faux-innocent expression that only made him more infuriating. And hot. “That’s slander. I pulled you into the closet to tell you how breathtaking you looked in your robes today. The snogging was… a happy accident.”

You tried not to smile. You really did.

Instead, you elbowed him in the side. “Diggory.”

“Oh, Diggory, is it?” His voice dropped, mischief curling in every syllable. “Not Cedric, not love, not even darling—?”

“I’m not calling you darling in the middle of a corridor, you ridiculous golden retriever.”

He had the nerve to pout. “But I like it when you say it.”

“You like it when I say anything.”

“Exactly. Say something filthy next.”

You slapped your hand over his mouth, horrified and delighted in equal measure. “You’re Head Boy!”

He mumbled something behind your palm that you were fairly certain was ‘And you’re the Head Girl who moans my name’, which earned him a scandalized look and a slightly breathless giggle.

That was the problem with Cedric Diggory: he was way too charming for his own good. Or yours. Or Hogwarts’ collective sanity.

No one knew the two of you were together. Not really. People suspected, sure — there were bets in the common rooms, allegedly. But you two were careful. Mostly.

Except when Cedric was looking at you like that. Except when he brushed your knuckles in broad daylight, when he murmured in your ear during meetings, when he tucked hair behind your ear like he was enchanted.

Except when his mouth was now close to your ear as he murmured, “We’re done with rounds.”

You swallowed. “So?”

“So…” His hand slid around your waist, pulling you gently closer. “I think you owe me a reward. For being so good tonight.”

You arched a brow. “You were good?”

He leaned in, lips grazing your neck, the touch featherlight. “Wasn’t I?”

Merlin. He knew what he was doing.

You let your head tip slightly, barely suppressing a shiver. “What exactly are you hoping your reward will be, Diggory?”

His eyes gleamed, wicked and adoring. “Meet me in the Prefect’s Bathroom in ten minutes, darling.”

Your stomach flipped. You hated him.

No. You loved him.

You were absolutely doomed.

You arrived eight minutes later, breathless and giddy, and Cedric was already there, perched on the edge of the massive tub with a stupid, gorgeous smile on his face.

“Two minutes early,” he murmured. “I knew you couldn’t resist me.”

You rolled your eyes and walked past him—only for him to catch your wrist and tug you into his lap like it was nothing.

“Cedric!” you hissed, giggling against his neck. “We could get caught!”

“That’s part of the fun,” he said smugly, his hands already sliding up your sides. “Besides, we’ve got wards up. You’re safe.”

His mouth was on yours before you could respond—soft and slow, then hungry. Familiar. You kissed him back like you needed him to breathe, fingers threading through his hair, pressing closer.

His hands moved to your thighs, under your skirt, and he groaned into your mouth. “This bloody skirt is going to kill me.”

“I could say the same about those trousers,” you muttered, tugging at his belt with a grin. “And you’re so smug in them.”

“Because I know what they do to you,” he said against your collarbone, nibbling there now. “You eye me up like you’re starving.”

“I am starving. For your silence.”

He laughed—actually laughed, breath hot on your skin. “You’re insatiable.”

“Says the boy who dragged me here after curfew like a man on a mission.”

“Oh, I am on a mission.” His voice dropped. “Get on the side of the tub, darling.”

You obeyed without hesitation, breath caught in your throat as he knelt between your legs, his large hands spreading your thighs apart.

“You’re already wet,” he whispered, almost reverent as his fingers teased at your soaked panties. “Merlin, darling. You’ve been thinking about this all night, haven’t you?”

You nodded, eyes glassy.

He leaned forward and kissed just above the fabric, slow and gentle. “Let me taste you.”

“Please,” you gasped.

He didn’t need more permission.

Cedric moved your panties aside and buried his face between your thighs like a man possessed. His tongue was hot and firm, licking a stripe through your folds before circling your clit slowly. Teasingly.

Your fingers gripped the edge of the tub as he moaned against you, sending vibrations through your entire body.

“Fuck, Cedric,” you whimpered, already breathless. “Don’t stop, don’t—oh—”

He slid two fingers inside you, curling them just right as his mouth worked your clit. His other hand gripped your thigh, grounding you, pulling you closer like he couldn’t get enough.

“You taste like heaven,” he muttered, lips swollen and slick as he glanced up at you. “My perfect darling.”

“Ced—Ced, I’m—”

He didn’t stop until you came with a cry, legs shaking, hand flying to muffle your mouth.

He pulled back slowly, licking his fingers clean like a smug, gorgeous bastard. “You’re so beautiful when you fall apart.”

“Stop being hot for one second,” you groaned, still catching your breath.

“Never,” he said, standing and tugging you back to him. “Not when I have you.”

You kissed him again, messily, urgently, and he groaned as you unfastened his belt.

“Need you inside me,” you whispered.

That nearly undid him.

He lifted you up with ease—show-off—and backed you against the warm tile, pushing into you in one deep, delicious thrust.

You moaned in unison, your forehead falling against his. He held your waist, burying his face in your neck as he began to move.

“Fuck, you feel like you were made for me,” he gasped.

“You’re such a sap.”

“Your sap. Your lovesick, obsessed—”

“—Golden retriever.”

“Exactly.”

He thrust deeper, harder, every movement making you see stars. The tile dug into your back, the sound of water from the tub filling the room, but all you could focus on was him—his hands, his mouth, his whispered “I love you” over and over.

“I can’t stop touching you,” he murmured against your skin. “Don’t ever ask me to.”

“Good. Because I won’t.”

Your nails dug into his back, clinging to him as your second orgasm built fast and desperate.

“Ced, I—”

“I’ve got you,” he breathed, “Come for me again, darling. Wanna feel you.”

That did it.

You cried out his name as you came undone again, and he followed moments later, gasping against your throat, holding you like you’d vanish if he let go.

You stayed like that for a moment, tangled, sweaty, deliriously happy.

Then—

“Do you think they’ll revoke our badges if they find out we’re shagging in the prefects’ bathroom?”

Cedric snorted into your neck. “I’m Head Boy. They’d be lucky I didn’t do it sooner.”

You smacked him, giggling.

He just kissed you again, still breathless, still in love.

Always in love.

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dearhnymn · 2 months ago

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𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐠𝐮𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭..

(bf!cedric diggory edition)

is an intentional romantic. ced doesn’t date casually—if he asks you out, it means he’s genuinely interested in you

always asks if you’re comfortable. he knows everyone has boundaries, and he's super respectful about it!!!

waits outside your classroom just to walk you to your next one

compliments with genuine thought

"there’s this look you get when you talk about [interest]… it’s really lovely. you should smile like that more :)"

likes seeing your name next to his; it's all over the margins of his textbooks

he's sappy.

seeks you out first after a match, win or lose

pulls you into the kind of hug that lifts you off the ground a little the moment he gets off his broom

asks how you thought he did first

BUT not in a fishing-for-praise way—he just cares what you think!

is very, VERY big on pda

constant hand-holding! but always gentle, like he’s asking permission with each brush of his fingers

kisses your forehead with so much love

braids flowers into your hair.. clumsily

but he's focused, with his tongue poking out in concentration and everything!

+ the eyes never lie chico

always carries extra gloves or a scarf for you during winter

whispers ‘i love you’ when he thinks you’re asleep

which he does it so soft and honestly, his voice barely above a breath, like a secret just for you

takes you out to dates that are never loud or overdone, but always sweet and personal!

..such as charming lanterns for a picnic near the black lake or stargazing with you after a hogsmeade trip <3

remembers EVERY. SINGLE. THING.

anniversaries, inside jokes, how you like your tea, the exact amount of jam you like to put on your bread, details from the stories about your vacation, you name it

..or the way you looked at him the first time he knew he was falling for you <3

writes you little notes and folds them into origami figures

overall isn’t loud about love—but is always present. he doesn't need everyone to know you’re his—he just needs you to know it 🫶🏼

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mentally-in-northern-italy · 3 months ago

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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.

⤷ [1] - in which prefect patrols end with a haphazard agreement being reached.

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 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!

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yasministration · 1 year ago

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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.

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isaacarellanesismyhusband · 11 months ago

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how the hp boys would react when they find out you have a crush on them

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Harry Potter

Harry's day takes an unexpected turn when Seamus casually mentions that the younger student, who's always been kind and friendly to him, might have a crush on him. At first, he laughs it off, thinking it's just a rumor, but when Ron confirms that he's heard the same thing, Harry’s heart starts racing. He can’t help but replay every interaction with you in his head, realizing there might have been subtle hints he missed. Harry isn't sure what to do; part of him is flattered, and another part is nervous. He’s always admired your kindness and intelligence, and now, knowing how you feel, he becomes more aware of his own feelings. Over the next few days, Harry starts paying closer attention to you, growing more awkward but also more interested, trying to figure out his next move.

Ron Weasley

Ron overhears some third-years gossiping about how you, the girl from his study group, have a bit of a crush on him. He immediately goes red, both from embarrassment and the unfamiliarity of the situation. He's never been great at reading signals, so the thought that someone likes him catches him off guard. At first, he brushes it off, thinking it must be a joke, but when Hermione reassures him that it’s true, he can’t stop thinking about it. The next time he sees you in the common room, he’s noticeably flustered, fumbling his words and trying to act cool, which only makes him more endearing. Despite his awkwardness, Ron can’t help but feel a little pleased, and over time, he starts to warm up to the idea, maybe even considering how to approach you about it.

Draco Malfoy

Draco is lounging in the Slytherin common room when Pansy Parkinson, with a sly grin, tells him that a younger Gryffindor girl has a crush on him. At first, he scoffs, dismissing it as irrelevant, but later, when he realizes it’s you—a girl he’s actually noticed for your sharp wit and surprising bravery—he becomes intrigued. Draco isn't one to openly show interest, but now, every time he sees you in the corridors or during meals, he’s more aware of your presence. He might tease you more, dropping subtle hints to see how you react, trying to gauge your feelings. Though he maintains his cool exterior, Draco can’t help but feel a thrill at the idea of someone like you liking him, and he starts thinking about how to use this to his advantage, or perhaps, how he might actually feel about you.

Neville Longbottom

Neville is in the library when he overhears some girls from your year talking about how you have a crush on him. His immediate reaction is disbelief; he’s never considered himself someone people would have a crush on. Nervously adjusting his collar, Neville tries to focus on his Herbology notes, but he can’t stop thinking about it. He’s always liked you—how could he not? You’re kind, and your encouragement during classes has always meant a lot to him. But now, knowing you might feel the same way, Neville starts to become more confident around you. He’ll blush whenever you’re near but will also make more of an effort to talk to you, even inviting you to study sessions in the greenhouse. Though he’s shy, Neville is secretly thrilled, and the thought of you liking him makes him smile more than usual.

Cedric Diggory

Cedric is chatting with his Hufflepuff friends when one of them mentions that you, a sweet younger student from Ravenclaw, have a bit of a crush on him. He’s flattered, of course—he’s used to a bit of attention—but the thought of you, someone he’s always admired for your intelligence and grace, having feelings for him makes him pause. Cedric is the type to handle this situation with kindness and maturity. The next time he sees you, he’ll go out of his way to be friendly, making sure you feel comfortable around him. He might even drop a few hints that he’s aware of your feelings, just to see how you react. Cedric would be careful not to lead you on if he wasn’t interested, but in this case, he finds himself considering the possibility of getting to know you better, as your crush on him sparks something within himself.

Fred Weasley

Fred is busy planning a prank with George when Lee Jordan casually drops the bomb that you have a crush on him. Fred’s reaction is immediate—he grins widely, his eyes sparkling with mischief. He’s always liked you; after all, you’re fun to be around and have a sharp sense of humor. But now, knowing that you like him back, Fred is going to make the most of it. The next time he sees you, he’s teasing you more than ever, dropping playful hints and watching with delight as you blush. Fred isn’t one to be subtle, so you might find little jokes or pranks with double meanings aimed your way. But beneath the fun and games, Fred’s genuinely pleased and interested, and he starts looking for ways to spend more time with you, always with that signature Weasley charm.

George Weasley

George finds out from Angelina that you have a crush on him, and his reaction is a mix of surprise and amusement. He’s always thought you were a cool person, but now, knowing you like him, he can’t help but feel a bit shy—though he’ll never admit it. Unlike Fred, George is more low-key in his approach. He’ll still joke around with you, but his teasing becomes a bit more affectionate, and he might try to find moments where it’s just the two of you. George is more thoughtful than his twin, so he’ll start to notice the little things about you that he hadn’t before, and he might even drop by your common room to say hi more often. Though he keeps things lighthearted, George’s actions show he’s interested, and he’s thinking about how to take things a step further.

Oliver Wood

Oliver is coming off the Quidditch pitch when a teammate mentions that you’ve been seen watching the practices more often, and that you might have a crush on him. Oliver is immediately intrigued. He’s so focused on Quidditch that he hasn’t noticed much else, but now, he’s paying attention. He remembers how you’ve always been supportive, cheering for the team, and he’s flattered. The next time he sees you, he’s extra charming, asking if you’d like to join the team for a post-practice hangout. Oliver is confident and direct, so he might just ask you outright if the rumors are true, but he does it with a playful smile to keep things light. If he finds out you do like him, Oliver’s quick to make his interest known too, inviting you to more Quidditch-related activities and finding excuses to spend time with you outside of the game.

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puffleyia · 1 year ago

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Dear Diary || Cedric Diggory

Cedric Diggory x fem!reader || 5.2k words, fluff-ish, banter and awkward confessions !

Reader and Ced are both seventh years and Ced is head boy!

Warnings: slow and sappy smut, unprotected p-in-v, clothed sex , first times !!!

Summary: Cedric finds your diary, what's the worst that could happen?

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Cedric was idly perusing the shelves of the library on one fine afternoon, if the wads of homework given and expected to be completed by the end of the Easter holidays were not taken into account. He sought for some books that he could use as reference for his essay in History of Magic, a particularly tricky one, on famous and historical duels.

Though, his initial intentions were long forgotten as he noticed something. His attention was drawn to a small, forgotten notebook left on one of the study tables. He looked around to see if any sign of the owner was around. Once the coast was clear, he took it as a go-signal. Carefully, he picked it up with curiosity as he examined the notebook.

The cover was brown, its material being that of leather. It had a few tears, but it looked okay enough to be passed as a choice of style. It is decorated with intricate golden patterns on it, engraved with small jewels for design. The bottom was labelled with your name handwritten on, and the pages seemed to be slightly tarnished. He assumed you had kept it for a couple years or so.

But what was most intriguing was that it had been padlocked shut. He figured out that it was no ordinary notebook, probably a diary of sorts, piquing his interest.

As much as he knows not to stick his nose in things he is not supposed to, he couldn’t help but feel interested in what was not supposed to be of his concern. He was not going to tell anyone what’s inside, nor was he going to judge— it is not like you would know either if he did look through it.

But, he supposed a little peak would not hurt, right? He is going to give it back the next time he sees you, anyway.

Though, it was locked… It is nothing a simple alohomora charm could not fix. He pulled out his wand and pointed it towards the lock. He gave it a flick, chanting the spell out quietly. The padlock fell on the floor with a dull thud. He picked it up and stuffed it in his pocket, to seal it up afterwards to conceal any trace of him ever snooping around.

He flipped through the pages, becoming increasingly fascinated with what he read, some even dating back to seven years. Family issues, random stuff about life at Hogwarts, such as rants about homework, housemates and whatnot. The first thirty pages was about you mainly figuring out things back then as a first year, and a bunch of things you were astonished to discover.

It was really what your typical teenage girl would write; little things such as that cat you tried to pet in the first year that turned out to be Professor McGonagall, hallway crushes, that time you snuck in the restricted area of the library, so on— and the mundaneness of everyday life. It was pretty much a bunch of stuff about what goes on during your days.

When he got to the fourth year, he started seeing his name being brought up occasionally— he of course, stopped on those pages to read them— interested in what your perspective on him was. He started with the first page mentioning him:

DEAR DIARY,

I met this guy named Cedric Diggory. He’s popular, tall and good-looking too..

He helped me out with my herbology homework. I was really struggling, good thing he stepped in. Though, maybe I was too busy staring at him to really pay attention to what he was teaching me. (Well, who can blame me???)

I know so many girls who would kill to have that happen to them. Wonder what got me so lucky today, maybe those Lumos Lucksweets I ate last night that I got from Honeydukes during Halloween.

I always thought he was cute, though I always felt too intimidated to approach him. Hopefully we can become friends.

He felt a bit surprised, a faint blush tainting his cheeks as he smiled softly. He would be oblivious if he didn’t know he was sought after by both women and men, albeit it still doesn’t make him any less flustered. You were one of his friends, yes, but he had never stopped to think that you thought of him in that way. You didn’t make it obvious either.

He mostly skimmed through its pages, but stopped to read whenever he saw his name brought up– about how you talked about each of your interactions; “Cedric helped me with…” “Cedric and I went out to…” “I think I like him..” Cedric this, Cedric that.

You like him. Or liked him. It only clicked with him now, though he would have to keep reading if he wanted to know if you still felt the same. (Because he definitely did.) Be that as it may, he still definitely had no idea on how to confess. Plus, it was too late to turn back any time now. He continued to leaf through its contents.

But it was not until he got to last year’s pages that some things really stuck out. At first it was about wanting to kiss him on the cheek as you sat beside him in the library whilst you two studied for your transfiguration exam. Then the next time you talked about it being on the lips.

You even went into detail how you thought his lips would feel, then it was about how you so badly wanted to make out with him after you watched him after his quidditch practice because in your words, not his–

He looked so hot.

The more he read through, the material written within progressively escalated. Soon, it was about how you felt guilty by using the thought of him as a means to get off.

Now I feel guilty. Yes, I know– it is wrong of me to finger myself at the thought of my really really really hot friend who I also happen to have a crush on, no I’m not being sarcastic, yes, it was just once. Just this ONCE, I got carried away… Oh Merlin, I’m so sorry, Cedric.

He actually found it quite adorable how you were apologising in a diary. He was also extremely flustered at this point, a little bit horny and at the same time, confused. He nonetheless continued, reading several entries about how you admitted to having several fantasies of you being fucked by Cedric, what you think he would be like in bed, yada yada yada.

You admit throughout several logs that what was supposed to be a one-time thing, turned into nightly endeavours filled with a big ounce of shame afterwards.

Once he felt content, he got the padlock and clicked it back in place as if nothing ever happened, and took it with him as he went on his way. He figured it was best that he give it back the next time he ran into you.

Aside from that, his day passed by quite like any ordinary one, though he hadn’t seen you at all. On his way down to the Great Hall, he caught a glimpse of you walking whilst talking to some of your friends– though you quickly disappeared into the crowd of students flocking towards the hall for dinner.

Afterwards, most students are headed towards the library or their respective common rooms, Cedric ought to do the same.

Meanwhile you were searching every nook and cranny of everywhere you had been within the entire day, searching for that damned diary since the afternoon. You had traced back your steps to the beginning of the day, starting off with the common rooms, the great hall, then you had snuck into the several classrooms you were in earlier. In the potions dungeon, you were almost caught by Snape, you hid in time (you pride yourself on being an absolute pro at hide and seek) and just by the skin of your teeth.

You would stop at nothing until you actually find it, the thought of someone else getting your diary sends shivers down your spine. You just hope if someone did, they’d have enough of a sense of privacy and decency not to look through it. If this keeps up, You would have to be looking throughout the entire night and without being caught at that.

You doubt any of the staff would actually care about finding it if you had simply asked. You had tried that once when you lost one of your textbooks, you managed to find it, no thanks to anyone but yourself. And you would think if you would ask any of your professors, they’d probably say (the textbook) was miles more important than some journal with sentimental value.

Before you knew it, you were definitely up past curfew hours. Currently in the library, you were looking everywhere– on and under each of the chairs and tables, the shelves, you were seriously considering going to check the restricted section if you were not able to find it here. Perhaps the librarian thought it was a book, too. You froze in your place as you heard footsteps other than yours echoing as someone entered the library.

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Cedric was doing his rounds and surprisingly, tonight was not that half-bad. No pesky students loitering around, so far that is. Currently surveying the corridors, classrooms– he is now heading towards the library, hearing faint shuffling noises coming from the sound of it. So it was not a quiet night after all, he thought. He placed his bets on who he thought it was this time, and the lot of students who regularly snuck out was not much to choose from anyway.

Though, he was completely wrong this time. It was you. He flashes you a grin, nearly forgetting his duties as Head Boy to supposedly escort you back to your dorm since it was late hour. He could also give your diary back while he was at it, he was getting tired of having to cling on to it just at the chance he would run into you. But he had thought to strike up a conversation first, because why not?

“Hey,” Cedric greeted you, approaching you slowly. “Hi,” you gulped and said awkwardly. You interrupt him before he could even say a word, “I-I know what this looks like,” you stammer, figuring out the right words to say as you try reasoning with him. “It sounds like a ridiculous thing to ask of you, I know– but don’t tell anyone,” as you speak, you’re also in plenty of disbelief that the literal head boy of all people would give you leeway for sneaking out like thi. Even if he is your friend, and even if it were just once.

“And why shouldn’t I?” He said so casually, as if you two were having a normal conversation; as if he were not on patrol at all and he hadn’t caught you outside your dormitory past the given curfew. He also knew damn well why, it was just fun eliciting a reaction from you. He was of course going to eventually give it back. “It’s so late, you should at least be in your common room around this time, you know?” He points out as well.

“Well, for one, I’ve been a good student this year, this is the only time I snuck out.. And, I have a reason for sneaking out–! It’s not for anything bad, I promise, it’s just I’ve been looking for my damn diary the entire day.. I must’ve lost it somewhere– look, I swear I’ll go back to the dorms right now if you please, please, don’t tell me out to anybody.”

You begged him, clasping your hands together for dramatic effect as you gave him those puppy eyes you use whenever you wanted something from him. (Such as when you begged him to buy whatever you wanted when you two went to Zonko’s that one time. P.S. It worked.)

“You mean this thing?” he said slyly. As he pulled out your diary, he gave a look of mischievousness. He watched as your eyebrows raise up, a look of relief plastered on your face as you sigh. You walk towards him, extending out your arms as you make grabby hands. “Oh, yes! Yes, that’s the one, now if you could just give it back–” then, that’s when you get cut off.

“Ah, ah, now wait just a moment,” he said, raising the arm with your diary in his hand so you couldn’t reach it. “I’ll let you off, and I’ll give it back if,” taking a deep breath before he spoke again, wondering if he should really be doing this. It was now or never. “You give me a kiss.”

He found it really amusing as a blush formed on your face, completely flustered as your eyes widened in a look with a mix of shock and disbelief. You had stopped grabbing for your diary, as you opened your mouth to say something, but you were rendered completely speechless. Was this just a dream? Surely it was, it was too good to be true…

“Ha, ha. Very funny, Cedric,” you fake-laugh, your tone being fully sarcastic. Seeing if he is just playing around with you. “No way in hell I would,” you add, just in case he really was joking. (Maybe you have slight trust issues.) “Just give it back.” Despite that, he looked dead serious. He stared you down, not breaking eye contact, making you gulp nervously. “Please?”

“Oh, come on,” he says as his voice drops, sounding more sultry. “I’m not gonna do anything unless you let me, but I know you want to.” His eyes observe your lips. As much as he wanted to, he didn’t touch you at all since you hadn’t given your consent yet. He kept his hands to himself, letting his body language do the talking.

“Now what makes you say that?” You squint your eyes as you give a questioning look at him, acting, or trying to at least, unaffected. You still had your guard up, because seriously, what was up with this guy today?

“Now, why’re you acting like you don’t want it? Hmm?” He smirked, “Could make all those fantasies of yours in that little book come true, you know.”

You looked mortified, as if you had seen a ghost. The last bits of your dignity withered away, long gone at this point. You wanted to shrivel up and sob in a corner out of pure humiliation. He read your diary. “No way, you read it!?” You slap his arm as you cover your face in sheer embarrassment. “Privacy exists, you know–!” Cedric let out a guttural laugh, unable consistently to keep up his flirty demeanour. “Hey, better me than anyone else, right? Besides,” he leaned on one of the bookshelves.

“I like you.”

If you thought you couldn’t get any redder, you were awfully wrong. You didn’t know what to say, as you practically threw yourself at him in an embrace. “I like you too…” you said, your voice muffled as your face was buried in his chest. “This is so embarrassing.”

He wasted no time in hugging you back, his arms wrapped around you. It was like you put on a warm blanket. You two stayed like that for a while, enjoying eachothers company. The moment of silence was interrupted as he said, “I should probably ask properly.” You look up at him, waiting for what he has to say. “Will you be my girlfriend?” He finally says.

“What do you think?” A rhetorical question.

“I need a yes or no, not a ‘what do you think’.”

“If you actually read my diary, you already have your answer.”

“Well then, it’s official,” he smiles. “Can I get that kiss now?” He says impatiently. You waste no time, tipping on your toes as you press your lips against his, placing your hands on his broad shoulders. He wraps his hands around your waist, pushing you softly against a bookcase. It was chaste and passionate, as your lips intertwined as you two kissed in a slow rhythm.

You pull away, catching your breath. “By the way, this doesn’t mean I forgive you for reading my diary,” you blurt out, Cedric chuckling at that.

Before you knew it, he was grabbing your wrist and leading you to his dorm room. It was clear to the both of you where this situation was going. As you walked together, your heart raced in anticipation, a mix of excitement and nervousness flooded your senses. You both stopped in your tracks as you reached a portrait, that of Helena Ravenclaw’s. He mumbled the password and the portrait swung open, walking in whilst ducking his head over the small entrance and motioning you to come in as well.

You assumed this was the heads’ common room, it was circular and decorated quite lavishly. If it were not for Cedric, you would have taken more time to admire the interior. It was definitely plenty grand compared to the regular ones. Though, you quickly were grounded back into the situation as he led you to his dorm– Head Boy’s–completely away from prying eyes. Oh, bless Cedric for being head boy and whoever decided that heads should have their own room.

He slams the door shut behind you two, pinning you to it. Tension flooded the room, it was practically suffocating. He wastes no time, cupping your chin as he tilts your head slightly upward to make you look at him. He leaned in for a second kiss, your lips puzzle together once more. His hand interlocked with yours tightly as he held it up against the door panel, keeping you in place.

It was not as innocent as it was the first time, in fact quite the opposite– amorous. It was far from perfect, given both of you were not experienced. All your knowledge came from things such as muggle films, you think.

You remembered how they opened their mouths slightly, imitating what you saw in fiction. You slowly gaped open your mouth, Cedric immediately getting the hint as he slid his tongue inside. You both attempted to swirl each other's tongues together, yet it was more clashing your tongues together with no rhythm whatsoever, in hoping something just works. Though it didn't make it any less hot, if anything, it was more.

It was awfully sappier than one would might like, but you two were both (not-so hopeless anymore) romantics. Perhaps it was the entire three years of obliviousness and pining for each other being poured into this moment. Though, given what you two are about to do, it is a bit fast for an official relationship. Well, yeah, as much as you just got together.. You both couldn’t help it nor wait anymore, not wanting to waste any more time, not after so many years with your feelings going unsaid.

He took heavier breaths, grabbing ahold of your waist as he pressed himself closer against you. You both flushed, a bit embarrassed and nervousness surging through your veins as you gasped when his half-chubbed dick pressed against just above your groin. You couldn’t deny– you felt scared, a bit hesitant but you knew you wanted this more than anything.

While you still kissed, you both toed off your shoes and made a beeline for the bed (a sad attempt). Because your senses of navigation clearly dwindled, not a care in the world but each other. You two accidentally bumped into one of the small tables, knocking down some of the books that lay on them. “Oops,” Cedric said lightheartedly. Pulling the both of you out of the moment momentarily, you two laughed and just chalked it up to fixing it later.

Finally reaching the four-poster (which was a lot bigger than the regular ones), even if it were a few feet away from where you two initially were, it was quite the journey. Cedric, who was the one leading out of the two of you, practically tripped you both into bed as he rested atop you. “Ced!” You squealed, “you’re crushing me!” light-heartedly, you say, as you jab at his chest playfully, in an attempt to push him off.

“Well..not my problem, princess,” he laughed as he buried his face into your neck. Sucking and nipping at the flesh, leaving red marks on you as he placed a kiss on each one to seal them afterwards. “May I…?” He says, his hand trailing up to grab onto the hem of your tie, ready to pull it off. You give him a small, silent nod. He takes his time with you, as if he were unwrapping a huge present.

He begins by pulling off your tie, discarding the article of clothing to a random corner of the room. The same goes for your robes, sweater, dress shirt…all long gone and forgotten. You were merely left with your undergarments and skirt on, as well as your socks. He stops dead in his tracks, taking a step back as he takes the sight of you in.

“I forgot to tell you how beautiful you are.” He says each word clear as day– you’ve never heard anyone more confident in your life. You blush profusely, hands covering your face to conceal it. “I’ll die from those compliments before you actually start doing anything, you know?” You babble, too florid to think of words to form.

He trails his hand, leading it down to your underwear, tugging down at the hem of it as to pull them off. “Sorry, sorry,” he says, though not a hint of apology in his voice. You mutter something about him not being forgiven, ouch, so now he has two things he is yet to be forgiven for. He just smiles innocently back at you, lips all pouty as you pretend to sulk about it. (Obviously jokingly) When in fact, you wallow in the praise.

He leans into your ear as his hands now teasing at your folds, you let out a soft moan at his touch. “Guess I’ll have to make it up to you, huh?” He says in a low, gravelly voice. Which had absolutely no right to sound that hot. “Please, Ced,” you say, trying not to sound like you were begging for it. “Wait,” he stops, getting up and begins to rummage through his drawer, looking for something. You look at him quizzically, wondering what he is doing and looking slightly disappointed at the loss of sensation.

After a few more seconds, he pulls out a small vial of a clear flaxen liquid and examines it before walking back to you. “Um, I’m really sorry, d’you think this’ll do?” He shows you the vial, which you had assumed to be a natural oil of sorts. “I, er, don’t have any lube.” He says awkwardly. “I mean, if you’re not comfortable we don’t have to–” You cut him off immediately, quickly divulging that, “No, no, we– we can. I’m fine with it.” Okay, you definitely sounded a bit desperate. He nods, uncorking the vial as he coats his fingers with a fair amount.

“I’ve never done this before,” he says, prodding two fingers at your pussy. “Just– just tell me if it hurts, okay? Tap my shoulder two times if you can’t speak.” You nod, and with that, he eases in slowly his fingers, your breath hitching as you feel his fingers slip inside you. It feels uncomfortable, causing you to shift in your position slightly. Cedric quickly stops inching his fingers inside as he asks if you’re okay. You tell him that you’re fine and to keep going, assuring yourself and him that it is normal. Hopefully you’ll get used to the feeling.

He continues, eventually now fully inside you. “Let me know when, um, I can move them, okay?” He says caringly, not an inch of attention wavering away from you. After a bit, you give him the go-signal to move and he starts dragging his fingers out of you, albeit slowly, and pushing them back inside. He watches you attentively, carefully studying your expressions, your body language– His erection was straining against his pants at this point, begging to be freed, but of course he wanted to make sure you were thoroughly prepared.

“Ah, Ced, mhh, maybe if you curl your fingers a–ah bit–” you moan, still feeling a slight discomfort and pain, though pleasure slowly seeps through. “Like this?” He says, as he curls his fingers inside you, moving in and out with languid strokes. You let out a particular wince, though you nodded in approval. “Yes, just like that– ah,”

It was not anything you were not used to, though you always felt guilty whenever you did such things to yourself. Especially if your only barrier to privacy is the curtains on your four-poster. Though it took a bit of adjusting, because Cedric’s fingers were no doubt bigger than yours. You feel your stomach curling, the feeling of release catching on to you. Cedric must have had a sixth sense, or really good observational skills (perhaps all that astronomy paid off.) because he pulled his fingers out of you the moment you were about to. You whine instinctively in response.

Before you knew it, he was getting rid of his sweater, taking off his tie and unbuttoning his dress shirt, tossing the apparel in the same corner where your clothes went, though leaving his unbuttoned shirt on. You watched his every movement intently, feeling yourself getting wet at the sight of him undressing. He is tall, lean, and burly– has a good build from all that quidditch. Amen for that.

Your eyes begin to linger down to his trousers, and a very obvious bulge that you can’t help but stare at. He continues by unzipping his fly, though not pulling down his pants. He tugged at his grey boxers just enough to release his cock from its confines, coating it with a light layer of the oil he had used earlier. You could not help but stare, your pupils dilated, clouding your eyes darkly with arousal. He crawls in between your legs as he now hovers atop you. He aligned his cock, tip pressing into the folds of your pussy.

“M’nervous,” you mumble, almost nonsensically, though Cedric understood what you had tried to say. He leans in, placing a kiss on your forehead as he gently caresses your cheek, “If you’re feeling pressured, we don’t have to, y’know. We can just… Stop here, we can continue another time if you’d like, when you’re ready.” He says softly, warmth naturally oozing through his voice like honey, sweet and assuring.

“No,” you say, quiet but firmly. “I want to.”

“Then we will, just tell me when you’re ready. I’ll be gentle.” He says, and his words make all your worries slowly ebb away. You feel safe with Cedric. You press your hips down onto his dick ever so slightly, letting the tip slide in. You gasp at the foreign feeling, nervous to fully take it all in. He notices, and as well lets out a soft moan, asking if he has permission to continue. You breathily say a yes, and that’s when he unhurriedly starts to push inside you.

It feels completely new, slightly painful with a twinge of pleasure. You shut your eyes, wincing at the sensation. Cedric examines your expressions as he inches in, checking for any signs of discomfort. He stops for a moment to ask if you’re okay, noticing your brows knitting together with your eyes shut. You assure him you’re fine, and tell him to keep going.

Eventually, he bottoms out inside you, though he doesn’t move immediately. You two just sit there for a good minute or two, kissing softly as your lips move in unison. Pulling away, panting as you say, “m-move, please,”

And who is Cedric to deny you of that? He began moving his hips slowly and shallowly, not wanting you to take too much at once. You also started getting a bit used to the feeling, though it was still mostly new to you. It didn’t feel as painful as it did, moaning in pleasure as he moved his hips.

He then pulled out his cock, teasing you, and easing back in steadily, causing you to moan wantonly out loud. His thrusts still slow, but begin to get deeper as he holds your legs open. He was vocal too, nothing short of chanting your name and praising you in a gravelly voice, groaning and grunting ruggedly as he fucked his cock far into you.

“You’re such a good girl f’me,” he pants, both of you moaning as he rocked his dick back into you with a particularly deep thrust. While the discomfort still remained, you grew more accustomed to the feeling of gratification that grew increasingly.“Ha– ah, harder, Ced,” you say, gasping in between your words. He did nothing shy of it, but not anything that he felt like would be too much for you.

“Merlin, y’feel so good,” he says huskily, moving his hips rhythmically slow, hard and deep as you’re reduced into a moaning mess. Your arms flail to the side of your head, grasping on the sheets as you arch your back. You were mumbling nonsensically, and Cedric laughed breathily as he told you how cute you were. He could only barely make out what seemed to be an I love you. “I love you too, princess,” he groans as he leans in and leaves a few more marks on your collarbone and neck.

You splay your hands onto his back. Digging your nails into his skin, leaving marks of your own though unintentionally. You drag your nails down his broad back, grabbing onto him as he knocks the wind out of you with each thrust.

You feel a fire pooling low in your abdomen, as well as the heightening sense of arousal as Cedric kept thrusting inside you. You feel your pussy tighten around him, “Mmh, Ced, I think I’m gonna–!” You squeal, Cedric grabs your hips and quickened his pace by a bit. “Go on, sweetheart.” He says low, letting his breath into your ear, moving down to kiss your neck. Reaching your limit, you feel your orgasm ripple through you.

Cedric kept going, though you could tell he was close, too– his thrusts growing sloppy as the echo of skin to skin and moans from the both of you filled the room. His hips jerked a few more times as he finally sheathed fully and deep into you, as you two let out a long, drawn out moan as he was spilling his load inside your pussy.

Clenching around his cock greedily, it’s as if you were going to wring him dry. You feel the way his cock pulses as he cums in you, a white ring pooling around the base of his cock with your mixed juices as it trickles down your folds.

He collapses atop you, letting his head rest between your breasts as he’s still inside you. You two lay like that for a while, basking in the silence of the afterglow. You suddenly interrupt as you say, “Okay, maybe I forgive you..”

He smiles and scoffs at that. Eventually, he pulls out and lays beside you, cuddling you from behind as you two exchange ‘I love you’s’ as you two drift off into sleep.

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agreeewrites · 5 months ago

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what would it be like to date Fred Weasley and Cedric Diggory? 💭

cw: MDNI 18+, smut, mfm, mentions of blood, alcohol, mostly fluff and general silliness

an: had to repost this bc tumblr glitched. this is very long and jumps around a lot. forgive my enthusiasm

masterlist | divider by @strangergraphics

⋆ you never thought you’d have two boyfriends, let alone Fred Weasley and Cedric Diggory, as unlikely of a pair as you’d ever seen. the prankster and the golden boy, the pauper and the prince, but perhaps that’s exactly why they were so drawn to one another, seeing something in the other that they lacked themselves.

⋆ you’d had a crush on Cedric for as long as you could remember, just like everyone else that ever met him. but when you confided in your best friend, Fred, about your feelings, he stunned you with his own admission: he and Cedric had been a secret thing for close to a year, and Cedric had asked on more than one occasion if you’d be interested in joining them some time.

⋆ and, of course you were.

⋆ a one-time hookup became monthly, then weekly, and you quickly caught feelings for Fred along the way, and then you were studying together, grabbing dinner, visiting Hogsmeade arm in arm. it felt so natural, so right, that making it official seemed like the only logical thing to do.

⋆ it didn’t matter what anyone else thought, because you had one another.

⋆ Cedric was the romantic, and an expert date planner: picnics by the lake and hikes through the hills, candlelit dinners in the kitchens late at night.

⋆ you adored it, but Fred would sometimes get embarrassed, flustered by the other boys easy, overflowing affection, and retreat into himself.

⋆ but you and Cedric would always find a way to draw him out, bringing sweets and lots of love, and would dote on him until he smiled again, accepting that he was special and deserved to be spoiled, something he’d never experienced before

⋆ Fred was the more physical of the two of them, always reaching for hands, stealing kisses, or a cheeky handful. Physical touch was his love language, and he was constantly telling you how much he loved you. He was the king of pda, and didn’t seem at all bothered by the points Professors would knock off Gryffindor’s score for heavy-petting in the hallway.

⋆ He’d even smacked your ass in Dumbledore’s office one time, to Cedric’s profound horror. Cedric had taken two points from Gryffindor that day, the first and only time he’d ever wielded his Prefect power over one of you.

⋆ Fred, of course, was also always the tease, playing small tricks throughout the day, little things to get on your or Cedric’s nerves just so he could kiss the scowl off your faces.

⋆ it translated to the bedroom, too. Fred loved riling you up with feather light touches and open-mouthed kisses everywhere but where you needed him most, working you into a whiny, pliable mess before he’d give you even the smallest satisfaction, calling you a needy little slut in that infuriatingly sexy, mocking tone of his that drove you wild.

⋆ and Cedric…Cedric would hold you down for him, cooing in your ear about how well you were doing, and what a brave girl you were, and just a little bit longer, princess, you can do it.

⋆ he’d pretend to be empathetic, scolding Fred when he played a little rough, or teased for a little too long, but you knew that Cedric loved it as much as Fred did, especially when he got to reap the rewards of their frazzled, cockhungry girlfriend

⋆ that what you needed, pretty? I know, I know, feel so good, hm? Freddie get you nice a wet for me? he’s so sweet isn’t he?

⋆ the two of them loved to compete, pushing one another’s limits until the other either bent or snapped, usually resulting in some depraved, borderline feral sex, or a vicious argument you had to diffuse. they both had big ego’s, though Cedric wasn’t as arrogant as Fred, and neither of them were ever willing to admit when they were wrong

⋆ but when they worked together, they were an unstoppable tsunami of charm and wit, and could get away with murder if they wanted to.

⋆ this quality was especially prevalent when they played Quidditch against one another. it always brought out that extra bit of hunger for the win, and you loved watching them try to out maneuver one another on the pitch.

⋆ despite their competitive bravado, you always noticed when Fred would purposefully send a bludger wide, appearing to miss Cedric when he was actually forcing his own teammates back, giving Cedric ample room to chase the snitch. George was in on it too, and they spent half the match protecting Cedric, the other half actually playing.

⋆ Fred could never stop himself from cheering when Cedric caught the snitch, though they’d save their post-victory celebrating for underneath the stands where you’d be waiting for them, half-mad with arousal in your handmade Diggory-Weasley jersey.

⋆ when Fred played particularly brutally, merciless with his Beater's bat, you and Cedric would fold like cheap paper, taking turns sloppily sucking his cock in the showers afterwards, eager to have Fred command you the way he did the game.

⋆ Cedric was rarely so submissive, preferring to hover somewhere just shy of dominant (where Fred was a full dominant), but when Fred got rough, it was game over for the sweet-natured Hufflepuff. he’d be right there in the sub trenches with you, completely at Fred’s mercy.

⋆ there's a good boy, Ced. doesn't it feel good to let go? let me take care you? you look so handsome choking on my cock.

⋆ you loved to watch Fred and Cedric kiss, the constant push and pull as they fought for the high ground. Fred wanted desperately to wrestle Cedric into submission, but Cedric would hold out purely because he could (and he loved the frustrated little sounds Fred made when he couldn’t physically overpower him).

⋆ Cedric was a rule-follower 95% of the time, you could hardly blame him for being disobedient when he had the opportunity.

⋆ they got so heated once, that Cedric accidentally drew blood, one of his sharp canines catching Fred’s tender lip just right, and you swore Fred nearly came in his pants. He went so feral, Cedric eventually had to tap out, his gorgeous cock completely spent and limp against his thigh, his chest and neck littered with bite marks and hickeys that lasted over a week.

⋆ since then, Fred developed the habit of chewing his lip when he was turned on, a dead giveaway that you and Cedric could spot from across the Great Hall, knowing you needed to find the nearest broom closet before Fred made a near-criminal public display of affection

⋆ Poor Cedric, you and Fred loved to drive him crazy with your mischief and rule breaking. Seeing him pink-cheeked and exacerbated, amusement threatening to curve his pretty mouth into a smile when he was trying so hard to be cross. As a Prefect, he had to uphold the highest moral standard, but as your boyfriend, he was willing to fudge the rules a bit if it meant you got to have a little fun.

⋆ parties always pushed Cedric's limits. you and Fred loved to partake in the ample substances circulating around the party, and it was often on Cedric to wrangle your impulses.

⋆ freddie, get down from there before you break your neck!

⋆ darling, please get off the table--no, you don't need that particular balloon. I'll get you a different one, okay?

⋆ Fredrick Gideon Weasley, I swear to Helena, if you don't put her down!

⋆ how about we put down the shots, baby--aaand there it goes. that's your fifth one--oh, for fuck's sake. six?!

⋆ Cedric was beautiful and popular, a fact that you and Fred were well acquainted with. Everyone liked Cedric, which meant everyone wanted a piece of him. His attention, his energy, his time. Cedric tried his best, but sometimes it felt like you and Fred were fighting upstream in a gold rush.

⋆ that being said, Cedric always made it known who he belonged to, whether it was wearing Fred's tie to class “by accident”, and leaving your lipstick print on his jaw for a little longer than necessary.

⋆ He wore a ring Fred found at an antique store on the proper finger, and never took off the necklace with your birthstone you’d given him for your one year anniversary.

⋆ it was challenging, dating two of the most popular boys at Hogwarts, though they were popular for entirely different reasons.

⋆ Fred was constantly pulled around by his enormous family, as well as devoted to the work of starting the joke shop with George.

⋆ And Cedric had a laundry list of responsibilities as a Prefect and Quidditch captain, and lofty goals for his own future.

⋆ so finding time together was damn near impossible, and when you went without it, you’d find yourself sulking, doubts and anxieties creeping in during their absence

⋆ both of them hated to see you unhappy, whether it was because of them, someone else, or just a bad brain day.

⋆ Fred would make it his personal mission to make you smile. he’d bring you little gifts and sweet treats, take you to all your favorite places, track down your favorite food. whatever you wanted, whatever you needed, he would go to the ends of the earth to get it for you. he had to fix it. he was the fixer.

⋆ how can I make it better? you're breaking my heart, sweet girl. let me fix this for you.

⋆ but when that didn’t work, Cedric would come in, slipping into bed beside you, uncaring if you’d been rotting there all day, dressed in old pj’s and unshowered. he’d hold you if that’s what you wanted, or just lay beside you, a comforting warmth at your side. sometimes he’d read aloud to you, rant with you, or cry with you.

⋆ he wouldn’t pry, wouldn’t push. he’d just exist with you, meeting you where you were at and holding space for your hurt, until you were ready for he and Fred to help fix it.

⋆ meeting their families was daunting as hell for you.

⋆ the Weasleys and the Diggorys were well acquainted, albeit very different families. with the Weasleys, there was roughly 85 thousand of them, but for Cedric, it was just him and his father.

⋆ the boys arranged for their families to have dinner together at the Burrow over the summer, a typical Sunday roast with a friendly round of Quidditch after the meal.

⋆ neither family (besides George, Ron, and Ginny) had any idea that it would actually be the dinner where Cedric and Fred fessed up about their relationship, and introduced you as their third.

⋆ to your delight, the Weasleys and Cedric’s father took it in stride. you knew Cedric had been super anxious about it, and seeing the relief on his face when his father gathered all three of you into a big hug had to be one of the happiest moments of your life.

⋆ your life with them was chaotic, full of adventure and fun, and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

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snowvies · 1 year ago

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𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐜𝐞𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐜.𝐝

cedric diggory x fem!reader

summary: after being forced to stay home from hogsmeade as your funds fall at 0, you and cedric find other ways to pass the time.

cw: oral (fem receiving)

you puff your cheeks, watching the girls run around the dorm, coin purses in hand. you're draped over your bed, hair hanging as you lay upside down.

"Are you certain you don't want to join us, y/n?" one of your roommates ask and you sigh

"what do you think I get with one sickle?" you ask before pursing your lips in performative thought, the girl laughs before tying her scarf around her neck, your houses color vibrant as she waves goodbye

"I'll keep an eye out for you! bye!" and just like that the door shuts and you're left to stare at your purse that's filled with one sickle because you couldn't stop your spending before Hogsmeade.

you groan before sitting up to plant face first into your sheets, your bare legs shiver from the open window and you pull your skirt farther to try and warm yourself

"Whats going on here?" you jump to see an ever-so-smug cedric leaning on the bedpost in front of you, you squeal and jump up, asking why your boyfriend broke into your room

"Wanted to check on you, heard you're not coming to Hogsmeade. thought you weren't feeling well" he mumbles as he walks toward you

"I'm fine, just poor" he snorts, laying back on your bed as you crawl to him

"can't believe you missed Hogsmeade just to check on me" you hiss, and his chest vibrates at your lack of praise for his good manners

"goodness, y/n" he sighs, running his fingers through his hair and you hang over him, trying read what he wont tell you

"you are very hard to please, aren't you?" he purrs

"not if you're looking in the right places." you whisper, he only fully understands your position when his eyes move down, hands wrap around your hips as his eyes darken

you grin and he flips you over, giggles escape you as he peppers kisses down your neck

his large hands roam your thighs and soon, your panties are being pulled down

he comes up to see you to connect his lips with yours before dragging himself back down and hiding under your skirt

you gasp as his tongue lays flat on your open cunt, slowly dragging up your warmth and he moans into your core

"you're delicious" he whispers before digging in once more, lapping at you, as you squirm above him. tears edge on your lids as your hips get pulled closer by him as he makes out with your pussy

you're losing your mind now, eyes rolling back as his tongue circles your clit before flicking the bud viciously

you cry out to him as you release and he laps at your cream like it is the best thing he's ever had.

once he is done, he kisses all over your core and thighs before unveiling himself from your skirt, chin glistening with the biggest grin you've ever seen on him.

"I'm so glad you're poor"

an: let me know what your guys think <3 love you always

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neteyamsheart · 9 months ago

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𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐢𝐨𝐧'𝐬 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 – 𝐂. 𝐃𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐨𝐫𝐲

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝘊𝘦𝘥𝘳𝘪𝘤 𝘋𝘪𝘨𝘨𝘰𝘳𝘺 𝘹 𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

𝐅𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝘊𝘦𝘥𝘳𝘪𝘤 𝘋𝘪𝘨𝘨𝘰𝘳𝘺, 𝘞𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘭𝘦𝘺 𝘛𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘴, 𝘎𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘯 𝘛𝘳𝘪𝘰, 𝘊𝘩𝘰 𝘊𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘨

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1.8𝘬

𝐓𝐖: 𝘯𝘰𝘯𝘦, 𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯'𝘵 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘦𝘵𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘛𝘳𝘪-𝘞𝘪𝘻𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘛𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘮𝘱𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘊𝘦𝘥𝘳𝘪𝘤. 𝘍𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵, 𝘊𝘦𝘥𝘳𝘪𝘤 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘥𝘳𝘢𝘸𝘯 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶. 𝘏𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘰 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘴𝘰 𝘧𝘢𝘳 𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘢𝘴𝘬𝘴 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘴. 𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘏𝘰𝘨𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘴 𝘛𝘳𝘪-𝘞𝘪𝘻𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘊𝘩𝘢𝘮𝘱𝘪𝘰𝘯.

The Tri-Wizard Tournament was just around the corner, a prestigious, dangerous tradition between the Wizarding Schools.

As one of the top students at Ilvermorny, the Northern American school of witchcraft and wizardry, you were among the delegation of students observing the tournament at Hogwarts this year.

Upon arriving, you immediately noticed the differences between the schools. Hogwarts buzzed with liveliness and laughter in stark contrast to Ilvermorny's rigorous focus and silence.

As Dumbledore began introducing each school, you listened eagerly behind the Beauxbaton girls until you heard your cue.

"Welcome Ilvermoney, from Northern America!"

The hall erupted into applause and cheers as your delegation burst into the hall, performing impressive charm work to showcase Ilvermorney's magical prowess.

Among the first students to enter, you cast your charms and glided across the floor effortlessly, following suit of your Headmistress as you made your way to the front of the hall. Simultaneously, you took in the sight of all the Hogwarts students, their colors blending in seamlessly as many curious looks were directed your way.

Just then, your gaze locked with a striking pair of grey eyes–a warmth beginning to spread within you.

A boy in yellow, with a charming smile adorning his face, stared at you intensely, his pupils seemingly getting brighter the longer he held eye contact with you. His silky brown hair was slightly tousled, contrasting his neatly put-together robes.

Seeing this mysterious boy made your heart skip a beat, and seeing you, so did his. But you quickly refocused to avoid messing up the routine and infuriating your Headmistress, completing your part with precision.

Still, as the applause of the Great Hall filled the air after your entrance ended, you couldn't help but glance back in the boy's direction.

To your surprise, he was still staring at you.

–

The announcements for the Tri-Wizard Champions were approaching fast. Everyone was on edge, placing bets on who they thought would be chosen.

You quickly learned that the boy staring at you was none other than Cedric Diggory, a well-liked boy at Hogwarts with a rather enthusiastic fan club.

Most bets were placed on him, Angelina Johnson–a talented quidditch player you've talked to once–and a few others whose names you couldn't quite recall. Many students, however, were bummed out by the age limit, including some of your new friends: the 'Golden Trio' and the ever-mischievous Weasley twins.

"Come on, Cedric. Put it in!" a student shouted, pushing him forward toward the age line where the goblet of fire was placed. You were sitting beside Hermoine chatting idly when his group of supporters practically shoved him into the circle.

Cedric smirked as the crowd eagerly watched him, not yet noticing your presence before turning to face the goblet. But as he approached, he caught your eye.

Cedric's steps faltered for a moment, his gaze lingering on your face before flashing you a flirtatious smile and dropping his name into the flames, attempting to impress you with his courageousness.

And to no surprise, it worked.

You were so distracted by Cedric's lingering stare and his dashing smile that you hadn't noticed Fred and George Weasley preparing their scheme to outsmart the age line.

“It’s not going to work,” Hermione muttered with a knowing sigh, rolling her eyes as the twins popped into view with their usual shenanigans.

"Oh, yeah?" George grinned.

"And why is that Granger?" Fred added, finishing each other's thoughts.

The brunette huffed before pointing at a faint white ring surrounding the goblet.

"You see that? That is an age line. Dumbledore drew it himself", she said as if that alone explained the futility of their plan.

"You really think you could fool Dumbledore?"

You nodded in agreement, amused by their determination. But despite Hermione’s warning, the twins proceeded to act out their plan: drinking an unknown potion and crossing the line anyway, only to be flung back spectacularly. The entire hall roared with laughter as not only did their botched potion leave them with beards, but the two brothers began scrambling to blame each other.

Hours later, after dinner had wrapped up, the time finally came for the selection of the champions.

As expected, Cedric, Fleur, and Krum were chosen by the goblet and called to represent their respective schools. But just as you thought it was over, two more names shot out of the Goblet. To your shock, one of them was your own, and the other, Harry Potter.

Your mind reeled. How did your name end up in the Goblet? You were only supposed to be observing, not competing. All eyes turned toward you and Harry as you nervously made your way toward the other champions. Cedric included as he too couldn't fathom how your name was entered into the goblet.

As you walked forward, you met your headmistress’s gaze. She looked at you with an expression of confusion and disapproval, but there was no turning back now.

Though you hadn't expected this, the competitive spirit that Ilvermorny had fostered in you began to surface. You weren’t one to back down from a challenge, and whatever lay ahead, you would face it head-on.

–

The day after the selection, things were beginning to get more hectic. Ron and Harry were arguing, the Weasley twins kept pestering you about how you got your name entered, and some of your classmates began making snide comments–calling you "cheater" and "show-off".

It was getting to you. You just needed a break away from everyone.

But, as you were making your way back to your room, trying to figure out your next steps now that the first task was being kept a closely guarded secret, a warm voice called out behind you.

"Hey, you!"

You turned around, instantly meeting those familiar grey eyes. A smile tugged at your lips.

"Cedric."

The boy’s lips curled into a smile–at the fact that you knew his name–as he jogged up to you, slightly out of breath.

"I've got something you might find useful for the first task," he said, a playful gleam in his eyes. Suddenly feeling bold, you stepped closer. Your face now inches from his, teasing him slightly.

"Oh? And what's that, Diggory?" you asked, your curiosity peaked.

He leaned in, voice dropping to a whisper. "The first task. It's dragons."

You noticed the way his eyes flickered across your face, a nervous swallow betraying his calm demeanor as he quickly glanced away and stepped back to regain his composure.

"Hagrid showed Harry earlier, and he ended up telling me. Thought I’d give you a heads-up... since out of all the champions, I’m rooting for you to make it through," he added with a wink before turning to leave.

You smiled as you watched him walk away, your heart racing with both excitement and anticipation–not just because of the tournament, but because you knew you were going to start liking Cedric, more than you cared to admit.

Unknowingly to you, he also began to feel the exact same way.

–

You were grateful Cedric had warned you about the first task. Normally you were confident in everything you did, but as your turn approached your anxiety spiked. To top it off, you were finding it difficult to face the reality that you were up against the Hungarian Horntail—the most dangerous of all the dragons.

"It's almost your turn, [your name]" your Headmistress called, peeking through the curtains as she watched Fleur narrowly escape with the golden egg in her hands. The crowd's cheers confirmed her success.

"Three of our champions have now faced their dragon and so each one of them shall proceed to the next task! And now, our fourth contestant from Ilvermorny," Dumbledore's voice boomed, "[your name]!"

Taking a deep breath, you rose from your seat next to Harry, whispering, "Wish me luck, Potter," before stepping into the arena. Anxiety swirled your chest as you got closer, but you kept your composure as the large applause to your appearance washed over you. You spotted some of your classmates cheering in the stands–Hermoine and Ron smiling with thumbs up and of course, Cedric clapping in the front row, cheering your name. But sat next to him was a girl in blue who looked at you with cold indifference.

It was unsettling–just the realization that strangers who didn't know you had already fostered a sense of hatred towards you. But, you pushed it aside, refocusing on the task. The golden egg gleamed a few feet ahead of you, but before you could move any closer, a thunderous roar echoed from behind sending chills down your spine. There it was: the Hungarian Horntail flaring its nostrils and preparing to lunge in your direction. Before it could pounce on you, you veered to the left, casting weak spells as you ran; Most missed, and those that landed only inflicted minimal damage.

Panic proceeded to bubble up inside you as the scent of smoke began to fill the air—the dragon was preparing to unleash its deadly flames. Quickly, you bolted and hid behind a large rock.

But then you had an idea. A risky one, but if successful would stun the dragon.

From your cover, you sprang out, shouting, "Glacius!" Ice formed in the dragon's throat, cutting off its fiery breath. The crowd roared seeing the dragon struggle and thrash its neck around. Seizing the moment, you then cast "Depulso!" sending rocks and debris hurtling toward the creature, knocking it backward and creating more distance between you two.

This gave you a critical opening.

With the dragon momentarily dazed, you sprinted full speed toward the golden egg.

Though its flames were silenced, the beast still swung at you, its massive claws just missing as it gained on you. Casting a few more spells to slow it down, you found yourself just a few feet from your goal. Simultaneously in the stands, Cedric watched with clenched fists, his expression torn between admiration and worry, as he watched the dragon attempt to take hits at you.

He had only just begun to like you, and seeing you in such danger made his heart pound like crazy.

Luckily for you though, with a final burst of energy, you lunged forward and were able to snatch the golden egg, narrowly dodging the dragon’s sweeping tail. The crowd erupted into thunderous applause and Cedric shot to his feet, cheering louder than anyone– oblivious to the jealous glares from the girl beside him and the confused glances from his fan club.

But as he stood there, his heart pounding, Cedric couldn't shake the feeling of relief that washed over him. You two were supposed to be competing against each other, yet all he cared about was knowing you were safe. Why did he feel so much lighter, so much happier, just watching you succeed?

Perhaps it wasn’t about competition anymore. Somewhere between his stolen glances and quiet admiration, you had already begun to charm your way into his heart. And now, knowing he’d have more time in your presence, that thought alone was enough to make him forget the tournament, the rivalries, and the jealous stares around him.

All that mattered was you.

AN:: I LOVE CEDRIC SMSMS also i hope to maybe make this a series idk we'll see :') also pls I'm fixing errors over time and trying to improve it as we speak T_T

div creds:: @sseuda!!

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The Quiet Between Heartbeats ♡ : A Cedric Diggory Fan Fiction.

pairing : Cedric Diggory x female!reader

summary : A slow-burn friends-to-lovers romance full of quiet tension, aching glances, and soft, stolen touches. As two hearts grow closer through banter, lingering pinky brushes, and whispered moments in forgotten corners of the castle, love blooms where neither expected it—sweet, fiery, and utterly unforgettable. This is a story of yearning, laughter, kisses like fireworks, and the kind of love that wraps around you like a favorite sweater.

warnings : Heavy romantic tension, Suggestive content (intense kissing, neck kisses, hickeys), Flirty teasing and banter, Mentions of jealousy and possessiveness, Slightly mature themes (no explicit smut), Emotional intimacy and vulnerability. Please let me know if I missed any.

word count : 3.2k

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banners : @uzmacchiato and @roseschoices

It began with the smallest things.

A lingering glance across the Great Hall. A pinky brushing hers on the edge of a table. The way her laugh caught in his chest like a spell he never wanted lifted.

Cedric Diggory had fallen—quietly, hopelessly, and far too early.

They were friends. Good friends. The kind that traded books and shared inside jokes in crowded corridors. The kind who sat side by side in the library, legs brushing underneath the table, pretending it wasn’t anything. He told himself it was enough.

But it wasn’t.

She was a blur of parchment ink and candlelight, with sharp wit and a laugh that unraveled him like a charm undone. She never noticed the way his hands trembled when he passed her notes, or how he lingered every time she touched his arm in passing. She didn’t see the way his eyes followed her like poetry across a page. And he? He noticed everything.

Especially how she didn’t notice him the way he wanted her to.

── .✦

“Honestly,” Oliver said, nudging Cedric as they walked toward the Quidditch pitch, “I don’t think you’ve ever looked at a broom the way you look at her.”

Cedric rolled his eyes, cheeks coloring faintly. “Shut it, Wood.”

“She touched your shoulder this morning and you turned pinker than a Fanged Geranium,” his friend added with a smirk. “Just ask her out already.”

He didn’t respond. How could he explain the agony of wanting something so deeply, yet fearing the ruin of what already existed?

So he did what he always did. He watched her from a distance, from the corner of crowded hallways, through the haze of early morning light in the library, in the stolen moments when no one else noticed the way her fingers tapped to an invisible rhythm while she read.

── .✦

For her part, the reader—blissfully, maddeningly oblivious—had no clue.

Sure, Cedric was handsome. Okay, very handsome. But he was also sweet, soft-spoken, golden to the bone. The kind of boy who made you feel like sunlight lived in your veins. He was her friend. A good one. Always there with a smile, always listening, always warm.

She didn’t realize that the softness in his voice when he said her name was anything more than friendly. Or that the reason he always seemed to sit just close enough to graze her fingers was because he needed to feel her.

She thought she imagined the stares. The way his gaze lingered too long. The hitch in his breath when their hands brushed as they passed a quill. She didn’t realize his hands trembled not from nerves, but from need.

── .✦

“Cedric’s going to lose his mind,” murmured Angelina one evening as they all sat in the common room. “Look at him. He hasn’t taken his eyes off her for ten minutes.”

“I swear, they’re doing this on purpose,” Fred added. “Or they’re that daft.”

George leaned over, muttering loudly, “You owe me five galleons if he doesn’t confess before the Yule Ball.”

Cedric caught the end of that and sent them all a warning glare.

But it was true—he was unraveling.

He wanted to hold her hand. Not by accident. Not brushing pinkies under a table. He wanted to take her hand and never let go.

He wanted to kiss her. Not in a dream. Not in the quiet corners of his imagination where she whispered his name like a secret. But for real. For once.

── .✦

It all came undone one night under the stars.

She found him leaning against the railing of the Astronomy Tower, his tie undone, hair windswept. His back was to her, but when he turned—Merlin help her—she saw something in his eyes she hadn’t seen before.

“Hey,” she said, her voice soft.

“Hey.” He smiled, but it didn’t reach his eyes. “Couldn’t sleep.”

“Me neither.”

Silence stretched between them, heavy and expectant. She leaned on the railing beside him, looking up at the stars.

“They’re beautiful,” she said.

“So are you,” he said without thinking.

She blinked. “What?”

His eyes met hers. “I said… you are.”

Her breath caught. “Cedric…”

“I know you don’t see it,” he whispered, stepping closer. “I know you think we’re just friends. But I’ve been falling for you since the moment we met. And it’s killing me not to tell you.”

She stared at him, wide-eyed. “You… you what?”

“I love the way your eyes light up when you talk about books. The way you bite your lip when you’re thinking. I love that you’re the smartest person I’ve ever met. That you challenge me. That you don’t back down.”

He paused, his voice almost breaking. “And I love you. Gods, I love you.”

The world stilled.

She stood frozen, heart hammering, every heartbeat screaming you fool, you didn’t see it. You didn’t see him loving you all this time.

“Cedric,” she breathed. “I… I didn’t know.”

“I know,” he said with a small laugh, brushing his fingers against hers, hesitant, like he was afraid she’d pull away. “I was just hoping someday you would.”

She looked down, saw their pinkies barely touching. And this time—this time—she hooked hers around his.

He exhaled like he’d been holding his breath for a lifetime.

“I think I’ve been falling too,” she whispered. “I was just too blind to realize what this was.”

And then—then he kissed her.

It was like fireworks behind her eyelids, soft and slow and filled with everything unsaid. His hands cradled her face like she was made of stardust, and when he pulled away, they were both breathless.

“Say it again,” she whispered, her forehead resting against his.

“I love you.”

And under the stars, wrapped in each other’s arms, fingers intertwined like a promise sealed, she finally said it back.

And meant it.

── .✦

Being with Cedric was like falling asleep in your favorite chapter and waking up inside a fairytale.

Warm hands. Soft glances. The kind of love that bloomed quietly, but settled in deep. The kind that was tucked into mundane things—the way he always remembered how you took your tea, the way his hand found yours beneath the table, pinkies brushing before fingers fully entwined.

You were his. He was yours. And everyone knew it.

That didn’t mean Cedric was above getting a little… territorial.

── .✦

It started with a harmless interaction—at least, to you.

You were walking across the courtyard after Herbology when Michael Corner approached you, all bright smiles and way-too-familiar charm. He was going on about something—tutoring, or maybe a Hogsmeade trip, you hadn’t really been listening—when you felt it.

The unmistakable presence of Cedric Diggory, warm and thundercloud-silent beside you.

“Corner,” Cedric said, his voice pleasant. Too pleasant.

Michael stiffened. “Oh, hey Cedric. Didn’t see you there.”

“I bet,” Cedric said smoothly, slipping an arm around your waist like it was second nature. (It was.)

You blinked up at him, amused. “Hi, love.”

His gaze didn’t leave Michael’s. “Hey, sweetheart.”

The poor boy stammered something about seeing you later and practically sprinted away.

As soon as he was out of earshot, you turned to Cedric, raising a brow. “Was that necessary?”

“He was flirting with you,” Cedric said, clearly unconcerned about how obvious his jealousy was.

You laughed, heart fluttering at the hint of pink in his ears. “You’re ridiculous.”

“Maybe,” he muttered, kissing your forehead. “But you’re mine.”

── .✦

Later that night, in the comfort of the Hufflepuff common room, you found yourselves curled up on one of the couches, a blanket draped over your legs, the fire crackling softly beside you. Cedric had an arm around your shoulders, and you were tracing shapes on his chest absentmindedly.

“Still mad at Michael Corner?” you teased, pressing a kiss to his jaw.

“I’m not mad,” Cedric mumbled, though he was still pouting faintly. “Just… observant.”

You chuckled. “Well, your powers of observation are unparalleled.”

“Oh, shut up,” he said, eyes crinkling with laughter.

You smiled and shifted, brushing your lips along the curve of his neck—soft and deliberate.

The effect was immediate.

Cedric froze, his entire body going tense, and a soft breath hitched in his throat.

You paused, eyes curious. “Cedric?”

“N-Neck,” he stammered, cheeks flushing pink. “Sensitive.”

You blinked. Then slowly, very slowly, smiled.

“Well now that’s useful information.”

“I’m regretting everything,” he muttered, but his hand tightened on your thigh and he was definitely not pushing you away.

You kissed his neck again, just below his ear this time, and he practically melted into the cushions.

“Merlin, you’re going to be the death of me,” he whispered, voice low and breathless.

You hummed, pressing one last kiss to his throat before settling against him. “At least you’ll die loved.”

He chuckled, lips brushing your temple. “That I will.”

── .✦

Sometimes, your days were filled with classes and jokes and teasing hands. Other days, they were quiet. Stolen kisses behind bookshelves, love notes tucked into your textbooks in Cedric’s neat handwriting. “For luck,” he’d say with a wink, handing you a daisy before every test.

And every now and then, he’d pull you aside, press you against the nearest wall, and kiss you like the world was ending. Desperate. Tender. Like you were everything he’d ever wanted.

Because you were.

And he? He was everything you hadn’t even known to wish for.

── .✦

One evening, after one of those wall-kiss moments that left you breathless and flushed, you looked up at him with soft eyes and whispered, “Still jealous?”

“Every bloody day,” he whispered against your lips. “Because I know exactly how lucky I am.”

You kissed him again—neck included.

And somewhere between the tangled fingers, the laughter, and the stolen kisses, you both realized something—

This was it.

The love worth waiting for.

── .✦

It started as a game.

A game where your fingers ghosted up Cedric’s arm in the library, where your lips brushed his jaw just to see the way his breath hitched. A game where you leaned in a little too close when he was trying to focus, your voice soft and honey-sweet against the shell of his ear:

“Still mad about Michael Corner?”

The poor boy choked on air.

He had been trying to finish his Potions essay, quill poised with all the noble concentration of a scholar. But then—then—you had curled into his side and began your mission: Operation Drive Cedric Diggory Absolutely Mad.

It was harmless. Almost.

Until your lips found that spot on his neck again.

That tiny space just below his ear, where his breath would catch and his shoulders would tense and that pink flush would rise like ink in water.

“You’re doing it on purpose,” he mumbled, eyes heavy-lidded, voice lower than usual. Half accusation. Half moan.

You only smiled. “Doing what, love?”

“That.”

You blinked up at him innocently. “Kissing my boyfriend?”

He gave you a look, but it quickly shattered the moment you trailed kisses down the side of his throat, lingering longer this time. You sucked softly, gently—just long enough to leave the ghost of a bruise, and he whimpered. His head tilted back, jaw tight, hands clenched in the fabric of your robes like you were the only tether to the earth.

You pulled away slowly, admiring your handiwork. A small, perfect mark blooming like firelight on his pale skin.

“Darling…” he warned, voice wrecked, “you know I’ve got class after this—”

“Oh, I know,” you purred, lips brushing his collarbone. “You’ll just have to wear your scarf, won’t you?”

He groaned, dragging a hand down his face. “You are so evil.”

You tilted your head, all mock innocence. “And you love it.”

He sighed dramatically, pulling you into his lap with both arms wrapped firmly around your waist. “Unfortunately.”

You grinned and nosed at his neck again.

“You do realize,” he murmured, voice laced with fondness and a hint of vengeance, “that this means war.”

You gave him one final, featherlight kiss just below his jaw. “Bring it on, Diggory.”

── .✦

Later that day in Charms class, everyone noticed the scarf.

Cedric, flushed pink from ear to ear, wore it indoors with grim determination. His friends didn’t even try to hold back their laughter.

“Bit nippy in here, isn’t it, Diggory?” Lee Jordan teased.

“Yeah,” added George, winking, “You catch a chill from all that… snogging?”

Cedric shot a helpless look at you across the room—and found you smirking like the devil in an angel’s uniform.

He was doomed. Doomed and in love.

And he wouldn’t have it any other way.

── .✦

It was subtle at first.

Too subtle.

You should’ve known Cedric Diggory wouldn’t let your little neck hickey escapade go unanswered. He was the golden boy of Hufflepuff—sweet on the outside, but competitive and cunning when he wanted to be. And right now?

He wanted you flustered.

Badly.

It began one lazy afternoon in the courtyard. You were leaning against an ancient pillar, sun warming your back as you flipped through your Transfiguration notes. Cedric walked over with that slow, confident stride—hands tucked in his pockets, hair tousled by the wind, and the faintest glimmer of mischief in those warm amber eyes.

“Hi, love,” he greeted, voice soft and casual.

You smiled without looking up. “You’ve forgiven me for the scarf incident, I hope?”

“Oh, definitely,” he said, sitting beside you. “Water under the bridge.”

You arched a brow. “Really?”

“Mmhm,” he hummed innocently. “I’ve just decided I like playing the long game.”

You blinked, opening your mouth to ask what he meant—only to feel his fingers skim just above your knee, slow and deliberate, ghosting up the bare skin beneath your uniform skirt.

You inhaled sharply.

“Cedric.”

“Yes, darling?”

“You’re playing with fire.”

He leaned in, voice low against your ear. “Then burn me.”

And suddenly, it was you who couldn’t focus. He didn’t stop there, of course. Over the next week, Cedric launched a full-blown charm offensive, designed specifically to destroy your composure.

Trailing fingers down your spine when no one was watching. Whispering teasing little things into your ear during class. Tugging you onto his lap and pretending to be all innocent when your breath caught at the way he nuzzled your neck—your spot.

“I’m just cold,” he’d say with a wicked smile. “You wouldn’t let your boyfriend freeze, would you?”

He even whispered poetry into your ear once in the library. Poetry.

With his lips brushing your jaw.

You were doomed.

── .✦

But one evening, in the quiet of the Hufflepuff common room, you decided to strike back.

You were curled up beside him on the couch again, his head resting lazily against yours. Everyone else was asleep, and moonlight streamed through the tall windows in soft, silver streaks.

Your hand slid up his chest, featherlight, and then—slowly—you pressed a single, deliberate kiss to his neck.

Cedric froze.

You smiled. “Still sensitive?”

He gave a shaky little breath. “Maybe.”

You pressed another, slower kiss just beneath his jaw.

Then, grazed your teeth against the skin. Gently. Teasing.

He let out the softest, most delicious sound—half gasp, half groan—and before you could smirk, he was on you.

Not in a rough way. No. Cedric Diggory kissed like he meant it.

Like he’d waited a thousand lifetimes just to kiss you again.

He pulled you into his lap, hands splayed against your back, and kissed you until the world blurred around the edges. Until time forgot how to tick.

And in that in-between—the hush of hearts speaking louder than words—he pulled back just enough to whisper:

“Do you have any idea how mad I am for you?”

You touched his cheek, breathless and smiling, eyes shining. “Maybe. But I’d love to hear it again.”

He grinned, then leaned down to your ear.

“I am so incredibly, hopelessly, stupidly in love with you.”

And then he kissed your neck, right where he knew it would make you shiver.

Your breath hitched.

“Told you,” he murmured smugly, lips brushing your skin, “long game.”

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It was only fair you got the final revenge.

After all, Cedric Diggory had been a menace lately. A beautiful, golden, completely infuriating menace.

From the way he murmured poetry into your ear like a secret spell, to the way he brushed his thumb over your lips whenever you looked distracted. He made you feel like you were the center of the entire universe, like gravity bent to your smile.

So, of course, he deserved to be utterly ruined.

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You waited until a particularly quiet evening, when most of the castle was either at dinner or tucked into study sessions. You grabbed Cedric’s hand and whispered, “Come with me,” and because he was hopelessly in love with you, he didn’t even hesitate.

You led him to an empty classroom, tucked behind the charms corridor—dim, forgotten, echoing with a gentle hum of candlelight.

He blinked. “What are we doing here?”

You only smiled and tugged him in by the collar.

Then kissed him. Hard.

Your hands slid into his hair, fingers tugging softly, guiding him into the kind of kiss that stole breath and burned slow. Cedric gasped against your lips, stumbling back until he hit the old professor’s desk, hands bracing himself behind him as you kissed him like you owned him.

And maybe you did.

“Love,” he breathed, “what—”

You leaned in, brushing your lips along the line of his jaw. “You wanted a game. I’m playing to win.”

He groaned, head tilting instinctively when you began kissing his neck. Soft. Slow. Deliberate. You sucked gently at the skin just below his ear, just where he always lost it—and sure enough, his knees nearly buckled.

“Merlin,” he gasped, “I—I can’t—”

“You can,” you whispered against his throat. “Because you started this.”

Your kisses grew slower, messier. He slid his hands under your shirt, fingers ghosting over your spine like he needed to touch as much of you as possible. But when you nipped at that sensitive spot behind his ear, he whimpered.

Actual. Whimper.

And you couldn’t help but laugh softly against his neck as he buried his face into your shoulder and said:

“I’m never going to survive you, am I?”

You smiled, breathless. “Not a chance.”

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The next morning, Cedric didn’t meet your eyes at breakfast.

Face red. Ears pink. Voice cracked when he tried to say “pumpkin juice.”

And when his friend—Oliver, bless him—raised a brow at the bright red hickey blooming on Cedric’s neck?

Cedric choked on his toast and nearly fell off the bench.

You winked at him across the table.

He buried his face in his hands. “I hate you,” he mumbled.

You kicked him under the table. “No you don’t.”

And he peeked at you through his fingers, lips twitching.

“…No,” he said softly. “I don’t.”

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Later that day, you found Cedric waiting outside your class, arms crossed, smile warm and dangerously soft.

“You,” he said as you approached, “are evil.”

You kissed his cheek. “Still love me?”

He pulled you into his arms, pressing his forehead to yours.

“With every bone in my body. With every beat in my chest. With every piece of me you’ve ever touched.”

“I’m yours.”

You paused, blinking up at him with wide eyes.

Then whispered, “Forever?”

His hands found yours, pinkies linking first—always—and then fingers fully entwining.

“Forever.”

── .✦

And if he pressed you against a stone wall somewhere quiet later, kissing you like the sun rose only for you, well—

That was between you, Cedric, and the blooming heat in your chest that said this was real.

This was everything.

This was love.

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midnitemarauderz · 1 year ago

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you are in love | cedric diggory x fem!reader (part 1)

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Cedric was content with what he had. He was prefect, quidditch captain and the unspoken partner of yours. He wouldn't want to risk a thing with you because everything is so good as it is. But when other students are thrown into the equation, at the end of the day, is he truly yours?

warnings: two dummies in love, reader is a Gryffindor

word count: 2.5k

a/n: This is my first fic published so I'm nervous!! But I'm going to try to make multiple parts for this one because it was just getting too long and I have so many ideas for Cedric (bc we were robbed!) Also not proofread! ₊˚⊹♡

Fred pushed the list of self made “Prettiest Girls at Hogwarts” in the new first years’ faces. The tiny moving portraits of the Hogwarts girls looked a little silly in the first years’ minds but the twins insisted that pictures solidify their case.

“These are who you lot should be aiming for,” he stated with confidence, utterly prideful of the list, “aside from y/n of course, she’s off limits.”

“Off limits? She said she didn’t have a boyfriend while she toured us though?” a small first year girl chirped. The twins exchanged a knowing look before chuckling slowly.

“The beautiful Gryffindor prefect, my little unknowing friends, is off limits because ah, right on time as usual” George dramatically cocked his head in your direction.

You had been eating your breakfast alone quite peacefully when you felt someone in yellow dawned robes slip into the open seat beside you.

“Cedric Diggory, Hufflepuff prefect, quidditch seeker-“

“And captain” George sang.

“And just all around dream boy. All the girls think he’s bloody fit.” Fred concluded.

“He has kind of an unspoken dibs on y/n. Has had one since last year when they became prefects. No one has even tried to make any advances on her cause of it.”

“Why’s that?” the first years were now all huddled close to the twins, listening with intense interest.

Fred rolled his eyes, “because look at the bloke!” A couple of students from neighbouring tables looked curiously in the direction of the loud proclamation. Looking around he leaned in closer to whisper, “Rumour has it he’s planning to put his name in for the Triwizard Tournament this year too. He’s as fit they come!”

“Not to mention he’s so bloody nice that you can’t even hate the bloke for being so perfect.” George finished as the rest of the table nodded along, absorbing the precious information.

“He’s not perfect you know.” Everyone whipped their head to see Hermione chiming in, not even looking up from her books.

“If he was the dream boy you all say he is, they would’ve been together by now. Personally, I think he’s too comfortable for his own good.”

“What’d you mean by that Hermione?” Fred asked.

She shut her book with a thud and sighed, “Yes he’s attractive in all ways, but how long do you reckon he’s going to keep stringing her along like that? He’s been flirting with her for as long as he’s known her but won’t do anything about it. It’s sad really.”

The twins paused while exchanging confused looks, not understanding what was so sad about the two perfect prefects’ relationship.

“Ugh, boys!” Hermione, exasperated, gave up and opened the thick novel to continue her literature.

It’s not like Cedric didn’t like you. He liked everything about you, but Hermione was right, he was comfortable with how things were. He wasn’t cocky, not in the slightest, but he was always far from worried when it came to you and other guys at the school. Everyone knew about you two, so he’s never been challenged for your attention. He in all honesty, guiltily enjoyed the lack of complication that the two of you had when it came to your relationship status. There wouldn’t be anything to lose if he didn’t start anything, so he stayed in his comfort with you.

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“Morning y/n!” Cedric’s presence instantly made you feel relaxed and warm.

“It’s such a pleasure seeing you here at my house’s table this morning Diggory.” you teased. It wasn’t completely unnatural for Cedric to join you at the Gryffindor table, but he usually felt that as a prefect, sitting at his own house table was almost a requirement.

“I came bearing quite honourable and exciting news y/n,” he was beaming, so excited that it seemed like he was going to jump out of his seat, “I’ve decided to do it this year. I’ve officially made up my mind that I’m going to throw my name out for the Triwizard Tournament.”

He was ecstatic, to say the least, and it was difficult for you to match his energy as you had just heard the worst news you could’ve expected from him. The Tournament has had students die while participating, so it wasn’t surprising that you didn’t want the boy you cared so much about to have a chance at it.

He caught onto your uncertainty fairly quickly; you were obviously smiling but it didn’t reach your eyes. He let out a breath and carefully reached for your hand.

“I know that you may feel hesitant about it but believe me, I know the risks but there is so much for me to gain from this experience. So please trust in me y/n.” his pleading eyes were too difficult to resist.

“I do, I do trust you Cedric,” you mustered as much support as you could in that moment, “the Goblet would be stupid not to choose such a fine competitor.” Your words seemed to satisfy Cedric as he jumped out of his seat, gave you a quick kiss atop of your head and sped off to the Hufflepuff common rooms.

He had made his mind up and the only thing you could possibly do was to try to hex that stupid over-gloried cup in your mind as you prayed to Dumbledore for Cedric’s name not to be pulled.

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The news that students from other schools were coming to Hogwarts excited the masses. It wasn’t every day they got to see such new faces. Especially faces as attractive as the Beauxbaton and Durmstrang students.

Everyone was bursting with excitement in the Great Hall, awaiting anxiously for the foreign students to arrive. You on the other hand were busy glancing at Cedric who was chatting happily with his housemates.

“You’re staring you know.” Hermione’s deadpan voice made your head turn to face her, your eyes lingering just a second longer on the Hufflepuff table.

“Honestly y/n, we have some of the greatest wizarding students coming in for a tournament that only happens every five years and your focus is on Diggory? Merlin y/n if anything, focus on the OWLs instead.” Hermione wasn’t annoyed, but instead truly baffled as to how you could easily ignore such a large celebration for one boy.

You held up your hands in defense, but before you could retort, Dumbledore had already started introducing the new guests.

The vision of blue overwhelmed your senses and you were stunned for a second, only being snapped back to reality by the hollering of the surrounding boys. You shifted in your seat in an attempt to see Cedric’s reaction to the Beauxbaton girls, but the rowdiness of the male students blocked your vision. Sinking back in your seat pouting, you wondered if Cedric was enjoying this as much as the other boys were. I mean, Ron was practically drooling. You didn’t have much time to sulk over the issue as you got simultaneously shoved on both sides by Hermione and Ginny. You craned your neck to see what was causing this female commotion.

“Oh Merlin y/n, it’s Viktor Krum! And he’s even better up close!” Ginny whispered excitedly. You stared at the older boy not really impressed but you giggled with Ginny nonetheless, feeling left out of the Viktor-Krum-is-so-handsome festivities that were happening at the table.

From across the grand path of new students, Cedric stared at you as you giggled and whispered with Ginny. Following your line of sight, his eyes were met with the stiff, soldier-like, famous Viktor Krum. Groaning, he hung his head in his hands as the noises of the Great Hall faded in his ears. He was beginning to think, maybe he was, in fact too cocky when it came to you.

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Your friends were whispering excitedly in the courtyard when you had joined them.

“What’s got you lot so excited?” you asked while squeezing to sit between Hermione and Ginny on the ledge.

“Viktor Krum! What else?” Ginny chirped excitedly. Just at the mention of his name, the other girls squealed in pure bliss. You observed your young friends’ excitement happily. You hadn’t had much time to observe the new Hogwarts guests, as the reality of Cedric putting his name into the goblet this year became more and more clear to you. A warm hand delicately tapped your shoulder from behind you, breaking you from your worries temporarily, and you looked up and behind to see Cedric standing behind you while giving you his most infamous, heart-stopping smile.

“Ladies” he nodded to the group of girls in acknowledgement before bringing his full attention to you. Content, you leaned your head back into his chest as you looked up at the boy who seemed to be radiating sunshine.

“Cedric! What are you doing here?” you were beaming. He looked like honey. You couldn’t really describe it, but he was just so warm and so sweet. Beautiful really. Especially in the courtyard sun.

“I thought you could perhaps lend me your potions books for today?” he grinned lopsidedly at you as you sighed and pulled out the heavy book. How could you ever say no to this boy?

“You’re the champion of my heart y/n, you know that?” you laughed when he clutched his heart with his free arm. Your heart bubbled with warmth. You let yourself bask in the feeling only for a moment when Ginny moved to head back to the common rooms first. Feeling rather amorous, you told her you would meet her back there soon. You wanted to share your bubbly feelings with someone and Ginny always loved listening to it.

“Not just your heart Diggory.” Hermione teased quietly seeing that you were distracted with Ginny for a moment. She gestured Cedric towards a pair of Durmstrang students. One in particular seemed to be taking quite an interest in you. As the Durmstrang boy kept glancing at you, Cedric’s hand on your shoulder unconsciously became a little stiffer and he pulled you a little closer.

Cedric then bent down to reach your ear and whispered lowly, “I really do appreciate it y/n. You’re not only the champion of my heart but also the one who holds my mind, body and soul in all completion.” The cheesiness of his words had you giggling. You knew he didn’t truly mean what he was saying, but the light tinge of pink on your cheeks was evident.

Stretching back up to stand Cedric held his gaze on the Durmstrang boy, feeling rather confident and accomplished as he watched the boy’s friend pat him on the back consolingly as they walked away.

“Oh, Merlin! I forgot that I told Ginny I’d meet her in the common room!” you frantically gathered your things and hollered rushed goodbyes. “Don’t forget to return my potions book Cedric!” you reminded and he chuckled lightly to himself in response.

As your sporadic figure grew smaller in the distance, Hermione turned to face Cedric. “You know Diggory, every guy at Hogwarts may know of your guys’ relationship, but the ones at Durmstrang don’t.” Hermione stated matter-of-factly, making Cedric’s grin falter.

“What’s that supposed to mean Granger?” Frustrated, Hermione groaned, “It means that although the boys at Hogwarts don’t fancy y/n, that doesn’t mean that the boys at Durmstrang won’t. You can’t pull that kind of stunt again with every Durmstrang boy she comes in contact with. Godric, boys are so dim sometimes!” she huffed as she turned on her heel to leave.

Cedric rubbed the back of his neck, feeling quite sheepish for being caught in his rather childish act. Hermione was right though, he wouldn’t be able to keep every single guy away from you. So what was he supposed to do?

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The night of the choosing of names came all too fast for you. You knew he put in his name. You knew he really wanted this. And for some reason, you felt like you knew he would be picked. This weighed heavily on your mind and you honestly could not for the life of you, pay attention to who the other two victors were.

The paper flew out and Dumbledore caught it. The dread in your stomach increased to a nauseating level, the chatter of the students ringing in your ears and then the room went quiet. It wasn’t actually quiet but suddenly you weren’t able to hear the cheers of your peers as you watched the boy you yearned for so dearly, walk through the aisles in celebratory fashion. Your head started spinning, how many students had entered their names? What were the odds? How was it possible that the one student, the one student that you couldn’t risk being out in that tournament, had gotten picked?

Cedric was on top of the world at that moment. He wasn’t too interested in becoming legendary or glorified through the Tournament but was simply elated to bring pride to the Hufflepuff House. He would be lying though, if he said that he would gladly take on the glory if it meant you would see him as such. Thinking of you, he searched quickly for your head in the crowd. When he finally spotted you, his grin widened but as he saw your fallen and disconnected expression he grew concerned and tried to move his way through the crowd to your spot. Unfortunately, it was a lost cause as the Goblet erupted once more and the wave of confused students swept Cedric further away from you.

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“Krum’s got a yes!” Cedric turned his attention away from his house tablemates to the rowdy group of Durmstrang boys that were chirping excitedly.

“Who’s the lucky woman Viktor? I mean half of this school wants to be your date to the Yule Ball! You have to tell us who you ended up asking!” the boys leaned in eager to hear more about Viktor’s proposal.

“Who else, I asked the pretty Gryffindor I said I would ask.” he replied shortly, seemingly unamused by his friends.

“Bloody hell, he’s asked y/n!” Cedric whipped his head around to the first-year Hufflepuff who had also turned to listen in. Cedric’s facial expression dropped.

Glancing at Cedric nervously one of the older Hufflepuffs questioned the girl, “How in Merlin’s Beard would know that? Krum didn’t even say that he had asked y/n.”

“It’s obvious!” she smiled as she hurriedly reached into her pocket and fished out a piece of paper.

“Prettiest…Girls…At…Hogwarts” one of the Hufflepuffs read aloud slowly. Unbeknownst to you, the twins have not only been solidifying their list with the Gryffindor first years, but ALL the first years.

“Look!” she pointed to your tiny moving portrait on the paper.

“It says right there: y/n, 6th year, Gryffindor. If Viktor Krum had been talking about a pretty Gryffindor, it had had to be her. She’s a prefect, he would absolutely go for her!” the tiny girl smiled proudly at her findings as if she had cracked a hard case.

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Sitting alone in the Hufflepuff common room, Cedric was deep in thought.

Had Viktor Krum really asked you to the ball? Had you really said yes? He knew he hadn’t asked you at all but he had assumed it was only natural that the two of you would’ve gone together. Right..?

The more he questioned you and himself the more miserable he became.

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sunburnhurts · 1 year ago

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Odd Behavior || Cedric Diggory x fem!Reader

Summary: Cedric Diggory is usually good with flirting with girls, but when it comes to Y/n, he's not very confident like usual. Cedric and Y/n are at the same party, but he's too nervous to do anything about approaching Y/n.

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Cedric stands in the Hufflepuff Common room, surrounded by his friends. His friends are all laughing at something, but Cedric wasn't listening to anything his friends were saying. His focus was on a friend group that was standing across the room. The friend group included Y/n and her other friends. Y/n wasn't a Hufflepuff, but was still invited to the Hufflepuff party. The party was something random some people pulled together, it was supposed to be only Hufflepuffs, but people invited their friends from other houses.

One of Cedric's friends notice Cedric wasn't paying attention, so he nudged Cedric's arm to get his attention. Cedric turned his head to his friend, but kept his eyes on the girl he was staring at. "Hm?" Cedric hummed.

"Yo, what are you looking at?" His friend asked, trying to follow his gaze.

"Oh- nothing." Cedric says, looking away from Y/n and putting his eyes on his friend.

"No, not nothing, is it that group of girls back there?" His friend asks, trying to spot what girl Cedric was looking at.

"Uh, yeah." Cedric says as he looks back at Y/n. He sees Y/n's friend group burst out in laughter, he sees Y/n's beautiful smile. The corner of his lip slightly lift up seeing her happy.

"Is it that Gryffindor girl? Shoot whats her name.." Cedric's friend says, trying to remember her name.

"Y/n." Cedric responds.

"Ah, right, Y/n. Go talk to her, man."

Cedric looks at his friend with a confused look. He shakes his head at his friend and says, "No way."

"Why not? You've talked to girls before!" Cedric's friend says, trying to be loud enough over the loud Common Room.

"Yeah but-" Cedric pauses and looks over to Y/n. "not like Y/n."

"What are you saying, man? Go talk to her! It wouldn't hurt!" Cedric's friend says, looking over to the group of girls. "I didn't think I would live to see the day Cedric Diggory is scared to talk to a girl!" His friend laughs.

"I'm not scared! I'm just, I don't know." Cedric replies, looking over to his friend.

"What is so different about her and all the other girls you've talked to?"

"She like, intimidating but in a good way, you know?" Cedric embarrassingly admits.

"Man, how long have you been scared to talk to this girl?"

"Since like, 3rd year?"

"Cedric! You need to talk to her!" Cedric's friend says as the 2 boys look back over to Y/n's friend group. One of Y/n's friends look over to the 2 boys, seeing they are looking at Y/n, so she nudges her.

She whispers in Y/n's ear something, making Y/n turn her attention to the two boys staring. Cedric's friend looks back at Cedric as Cedric continues to look at the girl. Y/n furrows her eyebrows at Cedric, tilting her head slightly in confusion with a slight smirk. Cedric's face turns slightly red, he didn't know what to do. He smiles at the girl and raises his eyebrows at her.

Y/n smiles at the boy, then turns her attention back to her friends. Cedric's friend slaps Cedric's arm, making Cedric look back over at him. "Now you have to talk to her, man."

Cedric couldn't build up the courage to talk to her, he wasn't sure why. His friend was right, he usually was good with talking to girls. It's like all his experience of talking to girls has been thrown out the window and it's a fresh start now. It's true, he had his eye on Y/n since 3rd year, they've had classes together, but they've never interacted before.

"I feel like I just blew my shot." Cedric admits, embarrassed.

"No way! That was just the start, look her friends are telling her to go talk to you!" Cedric's friend says, looking at the group of girls once again. It was true, Y/n's friends were hyping Y/n up to talk to the boy, saying how it's obvious Cedric is interested in her.

"He's literally looking at you right now again!" One of Y/n's friends shout a little too loud. Cedric and his friend heard this and looked at each other and laughed.

"See?" Cedric's friend says proudly.

"Yeah yeah, I think I'm gonna go to bed or something, I need good sleep for the Quidditch game tomorrow." Cedric says as he starts walking over to the dorm area.

Once Y/n decides to talk to Cedric, she turns away from her friends and starts walking over to where Cedric and his friend were. When she sees Cedric's friend standing alone, she gives him a confused look. Cedric's friend laughs and point to Cedric, who is walking away. She nods her head and smiles at the friend, silently thanking him.

Y/n waits to call out to Cedric once they are alone. When they are in an empty hallway, Y/n says, "You were really going to leave without talking to me?"

Cedric hears Y/n's voice, making his heart flutter. He turns around and smiles at the girl, "My mistake."

"Correct." Y/n says as she stops walking in front of the boy. "You scared of me?" Y/n laughs and waits for the boys answer.

"Would it be bad if I said a little?" Cedric says with a smirk and raised eyebrows.

"I'm not scary, Diggory!" Y/n exclaims, nudging his arm with her fist. "Maybe you're just a scardy cat?"

"Could be," Cedric shrugs.

"Join me in the common room?" Y/n asks, holding her hand out for the boy. Cedric smiles at the girls boldness, happily accepting her hand and walking into the Common Room hand in hand.

THE END

A/n: Hey guys! I hope you liked this! I wanted to write something short and cute, so here it is! Requests are open!

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jacquitries · 6 months ago

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To Be Worthy For You | C.D.

You were never one to let others in easily – a common trait for most Slytherins, you presume. Yet, Cedric Diggory seemed to do just that.

𓆘 𓆚𓆚𓆚𓆚𓆚 𓆘 𓆚𓆚𓆚𓆚𓆚 𓆘 𓆚𓆚𓆚𓆚𓆚 𓆘 𓆚𓆚𓆚𓆚𓆚 𓆘 November 1993

It was an awfully rainy day when you first met. You were dragged by both Pansy and Daphne to attend the Gryffindor vs Hufflepuff Quidditch game to hit two birds with one stone – to watch Gryffindor lose and to ogle at Hogwarts’ golden boys.

“While I do respect the activities you partake in, I just don’t see why I have to join you.” You lamented from your desk as they hurriedly put their makeup on.

“Oh, come on. Lighten up, will you? We both know you need a break from all the books you’ve been reading and what better way to unwind than watching men go at it?” Pansy explained with a wink.

“I’m pretty sure you prefer to watch Malfoy go at it but I guess beggars can’t be choosers.” You snickered. That earned you a pillow haphazardly thrown your way and the right for them to steal you away from your desk but seeing Pansy’s furious blush was definitely worth it.

After the game, you quietly thanked Pansy and Daphne for dragging you out to watch the spectacular display of Potter falling off of his broom.

“Don’t thank us just yet! We still have one thing to do in our checklist.” Pansy joked.

“And what exactly did you have in mind?”

Daphne couldn’t hide the amusement written all over her face. “Well, we didn’t put on our makeup for nothing, did we? We have to congratulate the boys on a job well done and maybe get a few dates to Hogsmeade.”

You were exasperated to say the least. Though the three of you have been inseparable since you were all sorted in Slytherin, you couldn’t fathom how your two best friends could sometimes be such utter bimbos.

Daphne, Pansy, and many other fangirls practically launched themselves on the Hufflepuff boys as soon as they saw them exiting their tent. You decided to quietly wait at a distance for your idiotic best friends to finish to avoid getting trampled on.

As you observed from the sidelines, you could see why the Hufflepuff boys were hugely popular. They were charismatic, charming, and definitely easy on the eyes. You were looking at one boy in particular when you accidentally locked eyes with him. You hurriedly looked away and hoped that he didn’t take notice of you. You had no such luck as he excused himself from the flock of damsels around him and made his way towards you.

“Um, hi. Are you waiting for someone in particular?”

You sighed. You were never one to make conversation with students from other houses but you didn’t want to be particularly rude to this boy either. “Oh, I’m actually waiting for my friends to finish talking with you lot. Congratulations for winning the first game of the season by the way.”

You could swear his cheeks turned rosy. “Thanks. I’m surprised to see you–” he widened his eyes as he caught himself “of course, by ‘you’ I mean Slytherins in general– here. From what I recall, you usually watch your own games.”

You pointed back to the fangirls near the tent. “Tell that to Pansy and Daphne over there. I don’t think they got that part of the memo.”

He laughed. “Well, I’m glad they didn’t. I’m Cedric, Cedric Diggory, by the way.”

“I’m Y/N, Y/N L/N.”

He gave you a knowing smile. “I know.”

After that fateful encounter, you noticed that you seemed to bump into him wherever you go. Slowly, the awkward hi’s and hello’s turned into a few minutes of shy conversation in the hallways which then became pleasant study sessions once a week and, finally, morphed into casually hanging out together whenever possible.

However, becoming close friends with Cedric Diggory was both a blessing and a curse. On the one hand, you finally had deep conversations with someone who was just as interested as you were in topics that both Pansy and Daphne deemed as ‘boring’; On the other hand, you were constantly thrusted into the spotlight and talked about behind your back for better or for worse; and it’s usually for worse when it comes to his fangirls. Nevertheless, you took it all in stride as a Slytherin would do. They were, after all, just naive little girls who were jealous of your position.

July 1994

After exchanging letters with Cedric all summer, you both agreed to meet for a few hours before the final game of the Quidditch World Cup. You waited for him by the concession stands as instructed. After a few minutes of waiting, you felt a tap on shoulder. You turned around and spotted Cedric and his father.

“Hi, Y/N. Sorry to have kept you waiting.” He fiddled with his right pocket and brought out a beautiful necklace with a golden snitch pendant. “This uh… is for you.” He murmured as he shyly handed it to you.

“Oh, it’s lovely! Though, I don’t understand. Was there a special occasion I am unaware of?”

“I– I just thought it fitting to give you something to remind you of me since we haven’t seen each other in two months.” He explained as he scratched the back of his head.

You couldn’t help but smile. “Would you mind helping me put it on?”

“No, not at all!”

When he was done placing the necklace on you, his father coughed to signal Cedric to finally introduce him. “Ah, yes. This is my father, Amos Diggory. Dad, this is Y/N L/N.”

Amos quickly took your hands to give it a firm shake. “So lovely to finally meet the mysterious Y/N. I’ve got to say my expectations were already quite high with how my boy always talked about you since last Christmas but, even so, you still surpassed them!”

You were amused by his candidness. “You flatter me, Amos, but I must also say the same for you. Your son speaks very highly of you after all.”

You exchanged a couple more pleasantries with him before going on your way with Cedric. As the both of you were taking in the sights, you fell into comfortable conversation of anything and everything. Hours that seemed only liked minutes passed by and, in a flash, the time to say your goodbyes for that night has come.

“Let me walk you to your parents at the minister’s box. It’s the least I could do for agreeing to be with me instead of your other friends.”

“Though I accept your offer, Cedric, you should know it is not and will never be a chore to spend time with you.”

He practically beamed at that.

Just before you reached your destination, you decided it would only be fair to introduce Cedric to your parents just as he did with you. However, judging by how contemptuous your parents were just by watching him, you started to realize that maybe this was not the best plan after all.

“Ah, my dearest daughter. Your father and I are so glad you could finally join us. So, is this the boy you have been wasting time with on this fine evening?”

You gave Cedric a comforting squeeze on his arm. “Time with Cedric is never wasted, mother. I have always enjoyed his company after all.”

Your father closed the distance and raised his hand for Cedric to shake. “Cedric’s the name, is it? Would we happen to know your parents, dear boy?”

“My father is Amos Diggory, sir. He works in the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures.”

“Tsk. I can’t say I know of him.”

That earned an eye roll from you. “He is a respected employee of the Ministry, father. It is quite possible you may not know of him since the both of you work at Gringotts.”

“My dear, you do not need to be in the same field to know of other wizards. You need only be well-distinguished.”

You knew your parents were pompous but this was crossing well over the line. You looked straight into your father’s eyes to make your statement loud and clear. “It matters not to me of how esteemed any of my close friends are; only if they are loyal and true. Though, you need not worry since Cedric is as well-distinguished as they come given how well he is doing in Hogwarts.”

As you wrapped up your dialogue, you heard the sirens signalling that the Quidditch game was about to begin. You felt a hand lay on your shoulder. “It’s quite alright, Y/N. Your parents are allowed to have their own opinions. I only wanted to accompany you back here; not for you to start a fight with them.” He then faced your parents. “It was lovely meeting the both of you. I hope we meet in better circumstances. Please enjoy the game.” With that, he looked back at you once more before leaving you with a heavy feeling in your chest.

As much as you wanted to see Cedric again after the game and apologize, your parents gave strict orders for you to leave early with your house elf in tow. When you read the headlines on the Daily Prophet the next day, you knew deep down it was more than a coincidence that the Death Eaters attacked right after you left.

September 1994

You were having your usual study sessions with Cedric in the library when he decided to drop some heavy news on you.

“I’m… I’m planning to submit my name to the Goblet of Fire and I would appreciate it if you are there when I do.”

You widened your eyes at that. You truly wished he was joking but his face did not give away anything. You placed your hand over his across the table. “Cedric, you know I will support you in any decision you make but people have died from participating in the tournament. Is this ‘eternal glory’ truly what you want?”

He paused and looked down at the table. “No, not exactly,” He took a deep breath before meeting your eyes with great intensity. “but maybe it would lead me closer to what I want most.”

With words like that, you knew how much this meant to him. All you could do is agree and hope for the best. “Alright. Then, I’ll help you in anyway I can.”

October 1994

You were nervously tapping your fingers on the table. Dumbledore has just announced the Beauxbatons and Durmstrang champion, which only left the Goblet of Fire to choose for Hogwarts. As much as you wanted Cedric to be chosen, he was the most worthy to be champion after all, you also wanted nothing more than him to stay well away from probably killing himself.

Finally, the Goblet of Fire spat out a name.

“The Hogwarts champion…. Cedric Diggory.”

The whole Hufflepuff house erupted in applause as Cedric stood up to take the stage. He found you clapping from across the room and gave you a small smile. Though the tasks ahead were tremendously difficult and dangerous, you had no doubt that Cedric would rise to the challenge to take the Tri-Wizard Cup and you will do anything in your power to help him achieve that.

Although having the Goblet of Fire spit out Potter’s name was unexpected, you and Cedric did not let that deter you from doing whatever (within the rules) was necessary to win. The First Task went by without a hitch with the help of Potter’s information and the clue hidden in the golden egg was fairly easy to crack once you realized the voices were of merfolk. The only thing left to worry about for now was the Yule Ball.

December 1994

Ever since the Yule Ball was announced, you took notice that Cedric had never left your side unless you had classes or had to report back to your dormitories; and as the days passed, he had become more and more nervous around you. One night, as he escorted you back to the dungeons after dinner, you decided you had enough of his evasiveness and asked him point-blank what the matter was.

“Cedric, you know you can tell me anything right?”

He was surprised there was a possibility you would think otherwise. “Of course, Y/N. I trust you with my life.”

“Then, would you tell me why you have been acting so strangely recently?”

He stopped in his tracks and turned to face you. “What do you mean?”

“Cedric, something seems to have been bothering you for the past couple of days and I can’t help you out unless I know what the problem is.”

He sighed. He had been waiting for the right time to pluck up the courage to ask you to the Yule Ball. However, every time he would open his mouth, he would always think back to the friendship you both have built and how it may all crumble down if you finally realize how much he felt for you from the start. Little did he know that his antics were making you worry. “Ah, my apologies. I didn’t mean to trouble you like that. It’s just… I was wondering… if you’d like to go the Yule Ball with me?”

You chuckled at that. “Cedric Diggory! You made me worry for how many days, only for you to ask me such a simple question? Given that we have been practicing the opening dance in our spare time, it wouldn’t make much sense if we didn’t attend the ball together, wouldn’t it?”

He knew from your answer you didn’t understand what he was trying to imply and as much as he wanted to clarify, he thought it best to leave it be. For the past year, you never did pick up his feelings for you and/or show any interest in him other than friendship. He thought that maybe it was time to accept that that’s all it was meant to be. He nodded at you with a rue smile. “Yeah, it wouldn’t make much sense to me either.”

You spent the next day as usual with Cedric, who was definitely more relaxed (but weirdly downcast) this time around. After you bade each other goodnight, you were suddenly bombarded with questions and exclamations by both Pansy and Daphne when you entered your shared room.

“We’ve heard you finally said yes to poor Cedric!”

“It was about time, Y/N. I thought you’d never return his feelings!”

“Did you know that boy has been following you around like a puppy ever since that Quidditch game?”

“I’ve even heard from Malcolm and Anthony that it was for much longer! It was the first time they’ve seen Cedric so lovestruck!”

Wait. Wait. Wait. What?

You had no clue what they were talking about and it showed on your face. They immediately both stopped babbling when they realized it.

“You did say yes to him, didn’t you?” Pansy asked.

“To attend the Yule Ball with him? Of course, I did. We have been practicing the dance together for weeks now. I thought it was obvious for us to go together to avoid any unfortunate accidents.”

Daphne looked at you worryingly as she put a hand on your shoulder. “Oh, sweetheart. Did you really think that was the only basis for Cedric to ask you to be his date out of all the girls he could have gone with?”

Did Cedric really see you in that way? You tried to recall all of your interactions together and you swore nothing popped out for you to think he had felt something for you. You went to your bed and lied down. “I… I don’t know anymore.”

Pansy huffed as she sat down on your bed. “Look, Y/N. You may not realize this but there have been other boys who have tried to catch your attention for the past few years.”

You immediately shot up. “That’s not true. I would definitely have known.”

Daphne howled with laughter as she took up the other space next to you. “You never did! There was Michael and Roger from Ravenclaw, Cormac from Gryffindor, Zach from Hufflepuff, and even from our own house: Marcus, Terrence–“

Pansy bumped your shoulder. “–even Draco was nuts about you during our first year.”

“You see? All those boys liked you but eventually gave up on the chase since you never gave them the time of day. So, seeing someone actually succeed in breaking your walls down other than me and Pansy… It’s nothing short of a miracle.”

You laid your head on Daphne’s shoulder. “Do you really think Cedric likes me in that way?”

“There is nothing I’m more sure of.”

“The more important question here,” Pansy noted “is if you feel the same way?”

You took a pause at that. “To be honest, I’m not sure what to feel. You know, I’m quite overwhelmed with all of this new information.”

“Take all the time you need to process. We’re always here for you.”

Ever since that night, while you still treated Cedric the same you have always done, you started to notice the little things he’d do for you that he would never do for anyone else – he would patiently wait for you outside your classes to walk with you no matter how short the distance, he would always ask to carry your belongings to wherever you needed to be no matter how light or heavy, and he would never miss your study sessions together no matter how tired he was even after his Quidditch practices.

To top it all off, any lingering doubts you’ve had of his feelings towards you were completely washed away with the way he looked at you and kept you close to his side during the Yule Ball. By the end of the night, you have decided to yourself that you were irrevocably and wholeheartedly also in love with this man and you would do anything to keep him by your side.

February 1995

After that magical night, you were bewildered to find that everything still continued on as usual between you and Cedric, if not with a little bit more distance. Though he was still only sweet with you, the spark that you felt during the Yule Ball was certainly gone. As much as both Daphne and Pansy have tried reassuring you, you couldn’t help but question if he still had feelings for you or if he ever had feelings for you at all.

A few hours before the Second Task, you weren’t at all surprised to learn you were chosen for Cedric to retrieve in the Black Lake – you were close friends after all – however, you were surprised to see his intense reaction after he rescued you.

Right after he brought the both of you up to the platform, his hands were all over your face and body to make sure there was not a single scratch on you. Once he was satisfied, he took you in his arms in a strong and protective hug.

“Thank Merlin you are safe. I immediately knew something was wrong when I couldn’t find you before the Second Task. When you weren’t present by the time the bell sounded, I knew it was you they had taken and so I swam as fast as I could to find you.” He cupped his hands to your face. “I couldn’t bear knowing that you weren’t safe. I… I care about you too much.”

You were at a loss of words. You wanted to confess your growing feelings for him right then and there but he was suddenly whisked away by Moody for the announcement of winners.

After that incident, Cedric seemed hell-bent to spend every waking hour he could with you as if you would suddenly disappear when he wasn’t looking. In turn, you had gradually allowed yourself to show your affection for him in any way you could – leaning your head on his shoulder, linking arms with him, letting your touch linger, and the like. Cedric, however, never seemed to catch on. Little did you know that that day would come sooner rather than later.

June 1995

The day of the third task finally arrived. You wanted to stay by Cedric’s side the whole day but Neville Longbottom shyly approached you at lunch to accompany him to Moody’s and ask him for more books on water-plants. You just couldn’t say no since you became quite protective of him after the incident during the DADA class on Unforgivable Curses. You excused yourself but not before quietly promising Cedric you’ll be right back.

While Neville was talking with Moody, you observed something quite peculiar yet strangely familiar – Moody apparently had a tongue-flicking tic. However, when he noticed you staring, he immediately went for a bottle on his table and drank some god-awful thing judging by the way he shivered. When he and Neville left to his private book collection, you instinctively picked up the bottle and sniffed.

You knew exactly what it was from the odor it was emitting: a polyjuice potion.

Then, it instantly clicked in your head. You know of only one other person with the same tic from reading your parents’ Daily Prophet archives and you were 100% sure your parents and he ran in the same circle. When Neville was satisfied with the book he borrowed, you told him to go ahead since you still had a few things to chat about with this 'Moody'.

You immediately went for your wand and pointed it accusingly at him. “Why haven’t you been caught yet?”

'Moody' only smirked. “Well, they’re all not as sharp as you, sweetheart.”

“So, what exactly is your endgame here?”

“If you truly know who I am, then you know where my loyalties lie; and if you’re as sharp as I think you are, then you’d also know where your parents stand.”

You couldn’t help but sigh. Your parents may be dark, pompous, pureblood arses but you knew at the bottom of your heart you could never betray them. “I do.”

“Good. Then, allow me to give you some advice. Don’t let your boyfriend win and touch the Triwizard cup. It will only end badly for him. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have a few errands to run before the third task.”

With that, Bartemius left you to wallow in your thoughts.

As promised, you returned to Cedric’s side at the courtyard with the third task only hours away. He knew something was off with you yet you weren’t willing to talk about it. He wanted nothing more than for you to share your burden with him.

Cedric nudged you by the shoulder. “Y/N, you know you can tell me anything right?”

You couldn’t help but smile. “Of course, Cedric. I trust you with my life.”

“Then, would you tell me why you have been acting so strangely recently?”

Now your smile turned into a bellowing laugh. “Alright, alright. I get it. Oh, how the tables have turned.”

Cedric laughed with you. “While that meant to lighten up the mood, I am truly asking. Ever since you came back, you have been acting so disheartened and I just can’t bear to see you like this.”

Bartemius’ words echoed through your head. You wanted nothing more than to tell Cedric everything but you knew it would only bring him closer to danger. As you placed your hands on his, you decided to just go with your gut. “Cedric, I need you to listen to me. I can’t tell you everything now but I need you to trust me when I say that whatever you do during the third task, do not let anyone touch the Triwizard Cup.”

He was confused to say the least but his trust in you overcame all skepticism and doubt in his mind. “If that’s what you need me to do to ease your mind, I’ll do it.”

For that, you were grateful.

Minutes kept ticking by with no sign of either Cedric or Potter. You were filled with a sense of dread yet still holding on to all the hope you could muster. All of a sudden, a blinding flash of light appeared with Potter and Cedric in tow. Before you felt any sense of ease, Harry started to weep right in front of Dumbledore. Only then did you notice that Cedric hasn’t moved at all.

“He’s back! He’s back! Voldemort’s back! Cedric, he tried to warn me but I didn’t listen. This is all my fault!”

You ran as quickly as you could with Amos in tow. When you reached Cedric’s body, Harry couldn’t stop repeating his words.

“He told me not to touch the cup. He told me not to touch it and yet I did. He tried to stop me. I’m so, so sorry. I should have listened.”

From the corner of your eye, you could see 'Moody' drag Potter away from the mess he created. Though you know you should have stopped him, you didn’t care about anything at that point other than checking on Cedric and Cedric alone. To your utter relief, he was still breathing, albeit extremely faint. “Amos, he’s still alive. We need to get him to Madam Pomfrey.”

Amos hugged you as tight as he could and had no intentions of letting you go until Cedric was safely brought to the hospital wing. As Madam Pomfrey was busy with him, you promised yourself to not leave his and Amos’ side until he wakes up.

As dawn approached, Cedric finally stirred from his sleep.

“Dad? Y/N?”

You and Amos immediately rushed to his side.

“My boy! My precious boy. You gave us all a fright.”

“I hope I didn’t worry you two too much.”

You rolled your eyes at that. “Yes, you almost dying would never make us worry at all.”

Cedric tried to chuckle but immediately winced and held on to his ribs. You quickly checked on his bandages and saw the blood seeping through. You searched in the cupboards for new ones. “Here, sit up and let me change that for you.”

As you were working on his wounds, Amos watched the both of you with a twinkling eye. “You both must be hungry. Let me get breakfast while you tend to his wounds.”

When Amos left the two of you, you fell into a comfortable silence. Once you were satisfied with how the bandages were positioned, Cedric finally spoke.

“I finally understood why you couldn’t tell me everything. Your parents… they were there along with a few other of his followers.”

“Thank you for trusting me so blindly. I’m just glad you made it out of that whole situation alive.”

He smirked at that. “You’re forgetting I also technically won the Triwizard Tournament with Harry.”

You smacked his uninjured shoulder. “Hmph, I still have no clue as to why you terribly wanted to join the Tournament in the first place.”

He turned solemn. “After all this time, you still couldn’t figure it out?”

“Figure out what?”

He sighed. Maybe it’s the brush of death fuelling his confidence, but he knew he would never have the courage otherwise. It was now or never. “I was never after the eternal glory the Triwizard Tournament promised. I just thought… maybe if I did something worthy enough, you’d finally see me in a different light.” He took your hands on his own. “I knew you were special from the moment I saw your duel during Lockhart’s club but I never had the opportunity to talk with you until that Quidditch game. I knew we would be great friends from the start but the more we spent time together, the deeper I felt for you; and I fell hard. I know I’m taking a big risk by saying this but you deserve to know the truth: I love you, Y/N, with all my heart and I hope that this trivial thing doesn’t change our friendship.”

You let him bask in his feelings before you moved a muscle. When you were satisfied that he gathered his thoughts back, you slowly brought his hands to your lips and gave it a slight peck. “If you must know, I fell for you too along the way.”

Cedric shot his eyes up and gasped. “Did you… Did you really?”

You made sure that his eyes were locked on you when you replied. “I did. Maybe a little later than you but just as deeply.”

He beamed at that. “Then, may I kiss you now?”

You only nodded before he swiftly placed his lips against yours.

Little did the both of you know that Amos was just behind the doors with a tray of food, thanking Merlin that his son finally plucked up the courage to confess to the only girl he fell for and that you reciprocated his feelings all the same. He wished the both of you well before interrupting your moment with a hearty laugh.

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changing room shenanigans

Cedric Diggory x fem!hufflepuff!reader (1.8k words) take this blurb. i haven’t written in awhile, too. Especially smut. but God forbid I starve, because I'm surviving off crumbs at this point. So-- i'm making my own food! :3 the fic is posted here, but you can also show some support on ao3. <33 https://archiveofourown.org/works/55057882

Warnings: smut, bjs

Summary: Eagerly, you watch Cedric during his quidditch practice, and even more so to finish. Getting a little impatient, you decide to follow him to the quidditch locker rooms.

Soft dom Cedric tries out being a hard(ish) dom.

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You yawned as you stretched your stiff arms to get some movement in after a long night’s sleep, and your eyes still quite droopy. Eventually, you got yourself up and groggily got dressed in your uniform. As much as you’d like to stay in on such a fine Saturday morning, you didn’t wake up at the crack of dawn for nothing. Of course, being the supportive girlfriend you are, you promised Cedric you’d watch him during practice this weekend. You wouldn’t miss it for the world. Heading out of your dormitory, you decide to hang around in the common room. Cozying yourself up on one of the couches, you wait for Cedric. You see some of his teammates leaving for practice already, greeting you as they pass by. After a few minutes, you finally spot him already dressed up in his quidditch attire, broomstick in one hand and offering his other to yours. You gladly take it. “G’morning, love,” he says in a low tone, almost whispering. He yawns as he talks to you, pressing a soft kiss to your temple. “Morning,” you mumble in response.

“Sorry you had to get up so early.” He said sincerely.

“S’fine, really,” you assure him.

You two started to make your way to the quidditch pitch. The journey was mostly silent, though being interrupted with an occasional yawn. It wasn’t an awkward kind of quiet, though– it was a comfortable kind, something you could bask in.

Words didn’t need to be said right now to express any emotion. Sometimes it was silence that spoke the loudest.

Upon arriving, you rush up to get on one of the tall, empty stands. The team quickly gets to work, wasting no time in practicing.

Time passed by slowly, but it wasn’t necessarily boring. Though you wouldn’t admit the fact that you liked seeing your boyfriend progressively get all sweaty and dirtied up from it a bit too much.

As much as you liked watching practice, more specifically Cedric, you would like it even more to end.

After what felt like a while, or long enough, it finally came to an awaited end. It must’ve roughly eleven o’clock by then.

You hurriedly get downstairs and meet him on the quidditch pitch, watching him as he slowly descends then dismounting his broom and as his teammates do the same. Whilst the others head straight for the locker rooms, he runs up to you and gives a warm smile.

“Hey.. I’m a mess, aren’t I?” He chuckles, seemingly amused at himself. He keeps a distance yet still remaining close enough, not wanting you to get dirty. “I don’t mind, really,” you say as you peck his cheek. “You look good. You did great back there, by the way. Surely we’re going to win the cup this year.”

He feels a blush forming on his cheeks at your comments. “Thanks.” A brief pause before he speaks again, “I’ll be on my way to the locker rooms to take a shower. Just wait for me, okay, love? I’ll be quick.”

He’s gone off before you even get to speak.

A few minutes go by, and you start to get impatient. You know you weren’t supposed to, but you did it anyway. You snuck in the locker rooms. By that time, it seems that the rest of Cedric’s team had been gone by then.

You look for the changing rooms, and by some miracle you walk in on just the right time. The only occupied stall’s door flung open, only to reveal Cedric walking out with his trousers on and is in the middle of putting on his blouse— but you were able to get a peek of what was underneath. He looked fresh from the shower, too, with his hair all wet.

If this is what you get to see after every game, you might just sign up for the quidditch team at this point.

You admired the few moments you had when he was shirtless, how the droplets of water ran down his toned body. It was as if he were carved from marble. He takes notice of you, his face flushing at the unexpected visit. He was putting on his golden striped black tie at this point.

“Hi,” was the first thing he said. “Hi,” you reply back, the two of you grin at each other during the awkward exchange.

“Why’re you here?” He stammered, still a bit surprised. It wasn’t that you haven’t seen him getting dressed before, no, you have plenty of times. It was just completely unpredictable of you to barge in like this.

Feeling a bit mischievous, you don’t answer his question and push him back into the changing room, joining in as well. It was obvious that it was definitely fit for only one person.

The air in the room shifted quickly to something hot and heavy, filled with enough tension so thick you could probably use a knife to cut it. Cedric didn’t waste a minute, crashing his lips against yours. He slithers his hands onto your waist, pulling you closer so that you feel yourself press up against one another.

You didn’t think it’d escalate anything beyond a make-out session. Oh, you were so wrong.

Your breaths became shallow, too caught up in the moment to think of anything else. Taking you aback, he suddenly, but gently pushes you down so that you sink onto your knees. Before doing anything else though, Cedric makes sure that you’re okay with this.

Too worked up already, his hand tightly grasps your hair as he shoves your face onto his pants, which does a very poor job of hiding his hard on. “Ced–” you try to speak, but before you could say anything he’s already unzipped his pants and is currently shushing you up with his cock.

“Shhh, just take it.”

Compliantly, you let him take the initiative of the situation. He wasn’t touching you– or more specifically touching you in a sense to please you. Right now, he was trying to get himself off. Using you. Which you found incredibly hot.

It definitely is way out of what Cedric is used to, since making you feel good is always his top priority. It wasn’t until a couple of days ago you had a talk about this, you encouraged that the both of you try something new.

While he was hesitant at first (of course he wanted to put you first), you assured him you’d feel good all the same. In the end, you both agreed on Cedric trying next time to be more.. selfish? Selfish. And rough.

You just didn’t think the “next time” you talked about would happen now, of all situations.

You feel your stomach churn. (You felt like you were going to explode, honestly.) He made you feel all sorts of things, even if you weren’t really his main priority right now.

He slowly pushed himself into your mouth, still careful not to cause any discomfort. To tease him, you swirl your tongue around his dick as you hollow out your cheeks. He grunts at the sudden action. He bucks his hips against your mouth in response, causing you to gag as you take more of him in.

You grab onto his thighs as if you were holding on for dear life as he begins bobbing your head. You look back up at him, seeing him with a really pleased expression– eyes closed, panting heavily, his jaw hanging, leaving his mouth open in an o-shape as he lets out soft groans.

You could hear him curse under his breath while also muttering words of praise. He only roughens his pace more, beginning to thrust into your mouth as you try to keep up by breathing through your nose, getting all teary eyed too.

“Merlin, you’re doing so well f’me,” he says breathlessly. All you can do is hum in response.

Each time he practically drives himself into your throat, you can feel the wind getting knocked out of you. (In a good way, of course.) As much as Cedric loved to be slow, sappy, and romantic, he definitely had a filthy side to him and a thing for shanking around in places you aren’t supposed to.

Yeah. You’d never forget the quickie beneath the staircase in the Yule Ball, or when he went down on and fucked you in the prefect’s bathroom.

Since you’re unable to control your pace nor take any breaks, saliva wells up in your mouth– escaping your lips as you drool onto the floor, and all over his cock. It only serves to fuel Cedric even more, and he only proves your point when you spot him with a slight smirk on his face.

The rush it gives you is overwhelming, you felt as if you’d come like this– untouched. You can’t ignore the wetness pooling in your underwear.

The firm grip on your hair gets tighter, his thrusts more erratic, and you were sobbing, gagging and drooling on his cock. You could tell he was close.

“Yeah, that’s it,” he pants, “just keep letting me use you,” his voice rough and low, that familiar tone he uses unconsciously in bed that you like. He would always be so into every moment that he does little things like that which he doesn’t notice– but you did. You loved taking note of them.

“Oh, m’gonna–” He pushes your head, forcing you to completely take every inch of his dick. He cums as you’re being held securely in place, nose pressed up against his groin and all.

Your head jerks reflexively, also gagging as hot spurts of cum hit the back of your throat. You swallow desperately. Your poor attempts leave his seed overflowing from your mouth, dripping down your chin.

Cedric pulls you away, his hand letting go of your head as he tucks his cock back into his pants. He was seemingly satisfied with himself.

You swallow the rest of his cum before you speak. “You should do this more often,” you manage to say, in a hoarse tone. He grinned at that fact, quite delighted at his work. “Yeah, I think I got a bit carried away,” he says, not a hint of sorry at all in his tone.

“You did,” In an effort to look presentable, you wipe your chin, ridding any excess cum on your face. Also combing your hair, which had gone all frizzy, to straighten it out. Or trying to, at least.

“T’was good, though.” You say while flattening out your skirt, giving him a peck on the cheek afterwards.

“Glad you liked it then.”

Both of you hurried on to the great hall for lunch. His teammates exchanged suspicious looks. One asked why he took an unusually long time in the locker rooms.

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