#cedric diggory drabble

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Merlin forbid – why did it have to be true. Yes – you’ve got seven evil ex’s. All Slytherin’s. All still infatuated with you in their own unhinged ways...

🖤The first? Draco Malfoy. Blonde, beautiful, bitter and somehow thinks that you’re ‘technically his’ all because you held hands a few times after herbology and he gifted you a necklace with his initials. He monologues before every duel and calls it foreplay. Ugh – he’s pathetic.

🖤Then along came Theodore Nott. Reclusive. The kind of guy who kisses your wrists before he ruins your life. You didn’t ‘break up’, just vanished during the Yule Ball, a little before the second song ended. Poor guy. He keeps a drawer full of your old hair ties, polaroids and perfume bottles. A shrine? No – he says it’s a romantic homage.

🖤The third evil ex – Blaise Zabini; the boy you dated in your ‘it’s not that serious’ era. His problem? Blaise doesn’t do casual. So when you told him that you just wanted to be friends - with the added perk of benefits, he began to emotionally spiral and has ever since.

🖤Lucky number four? Mattheo Riddle. Yeah – that Mattheo. Pure chaos wrapped in leather and smoke. You dated him for a little shy of six months and broke up with him the day after he got your name tattooed on his chest. He’s the kind of guy who still dreams about you and tells you whenever he gets a chance.

🖤After all that – Lorenzo Berkshire. Obsessively charming. Or maybe not charming and just obsessed. You kissed under some mistletoe in Hogsmeade and soon after he was carving your initials into his wrists. He sends letters. Still. Each sealed with blood as wax and with threats written in French.

🖤Pansy Parkinson was next – mhmm, she really was just meant to be an experiment. Painfully hot. Excruciatingly violent. She announced that she hated you and then ended up making out with you one winter’s eve at the back of The Three Broomsticks while ‘Toxic’ by Britney blared throughout the pub. When things ended, she tried to set your dorm room on fire.

🖤Oh and the seventh? Well – that would be Tom Riddle. Not just your ex – fuck, Tom is your mistake. The boy who wanted to own you in the way people own artefacts or pets. Parade you around like the wicked little witch that you are; have you on a leash so should he choose to. You left a piece of yourself behind with him when things ended and ever since, he’s been clawing through universes to try and get you back.

But now – you’ve met Cedric. A boy who is too good, too sweet, too doomed. He claims almost poetically that he doesn’t care about your past. Haha! You almost want to believe the innocent Hufflepuff, and well; you nearly do…

…that is right up until one by one your ex’s start showing up – wands drawn, teeth bared, demanding rematches for another chance at winning your heart. And you?

Fuck.

You’re just trying to keep Cedric alive long enough to figure out if he’s worth dying for.

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how each golden trio era character acts when they lay their eyes on you for the first time: PT. 1

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harry: harry is brooding at the lake after the bad day when he sees you for the first time. he's startled by you, but when you apologize and start to head back, he calls after you and says you can stay. you two sit in silence a few feet apart for a while, making occasional conversation. before, he was quiet because he was brooding, but now, he's quiet because his brain is screaming trying to work up the courage to talk to you. even during lulls in conversation, the silence is comfortable and this becomes a regular thing.

ron: ron chokes on a pumpkin pasty when he lays his eyes on you for the first time, and harry has to thump his back to save him. you're walking by him and notice his predicament, and you glance at him, slightly worried, but then can't help but smile at the sight of harry standing over him trying to save his life. he succeeds, only for ron to choke all over again when he sees your smile and hermione has to magic the pasty out of his throat.

hermione: she's hard at work in the library (as usual) when you sit down a little ways down the table from her. you accidentally drop your books on the table and she's distracted by the commotion. she looks up to glare but when she sees you, the glare is wiped off her face and she looks right back down at her book, pretending to read. unfortunately, she isn't taking in any of the information anymore and spends the rest of the study session stealing glances at you.

fred: he doesn't even try to hide his infatuation when he first meets you. he does wonder though, how he's never noticed you before. probably too busy causing a ruckus with george. he tries to be smooth and flirt, something that usually comes naturally to him, but he stumbles over his words and blurts out random things just to continue the conversation with you. george has quite a time making fun of him for the next week.

george: when he sees you, he goes silent, which doesn't happen often, so fred and lee notice immediately. when they realize what caused this, they immediately set off on a mission to draw as much attention to george as possible so that you'll notice him. he tries with all his might to stop them, running around to snatch away their wands, but this is a ruckus in itself and it catches your attention. even though they succeeded in their mission, fred and lee still carry out their plan and set off fireworks that burst above george in the shape of bright pink hearts, pretty appropriate since he melts as soon as he hears your laugh. the entire school knows george is basically in love with you by the end of the hour.sort or even making eye contact with you for the rest of the match. the next week, you come to watch his practice; you found his attempts to impress endearing, and when he sees you, he chokes on a bug and accidentally sends angelina and alicia crashing into each other.

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Hi there! Can I please requests Bf's Enemy!Theo where y/n's very notoriously picky cat dislikes/disinterested in her bf, but loves Theo? I've always felt pets know... y'know?

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You’ve always said your cat has taste.

She doesn’t warm up to people easily—no amount of cooing or baby talk gets her attention if she doesn’t vibe with someone. You warned Cedric when you first introduced him.

“She’s picky,” you said, scratching behind her ears. “Like, she likes exactly three people in the world. Don’t take it personally.”

Cedric, ever the golden retriever of a boyfriend, had smiled and knelt down beside her. “Oh come on, who could resist me?”

Your cat, apparently.

She blinked up at him, flicked her tail once, and walked directly into another room.

To his credit, Cedric took it well. Kind of.

“She’ll come around,” he’d said optimistically.

She didn’t.

No matter how many treats he brought, how gently he tried to pet her, or how sweetly he spoke, your cat couldn’t care less. At best, she tolerated him. At worst, she swatted at his shoelaces and hissed when he tried to pick her up.

It became a running joke—“she’s just playing hard to get,” Cedric would say with a nervous laugh, while eyeing her like she was plotting his murder.

“She’s just… warming up to me,” Cedric tries to say, even now, as you both roam the castle hallways looking for her.

“She’s had months,” you reply. “I think she’s made her decision.”

“She let me sit near her once.”

“She scratched you when you sneezed.”

“That was startling!”

And that’s when you both heard it.

A soft, steady purring coming from around the stone wall bordering the edge of the courtyard. You rounded the corner—and froze.

There he was- Theo sat slouched like a painting, back against the bench, ankles crossed, book open in one hand and your traitorous cat purring in his lap like she’d always belonged there.

You blinked.

Your voice came out sharp, confused, almost accusatory. “Nott….Why do you have my cat?”

Theo didn’t look up from his book. “Didn’t know she was yours.”

“She is” you said, walking up fast. “That’s my cat.”

He finally glanced at you, calm as ever. “Right. Well. She came to me.”

Cedric caught up behind you, already frowning. “Of course she did.”

Theo scratched under her chin, and her purrs doubled.

You were floored.

“Oh my god,” you whispered, stunned. “She likes you?”

Cedric looked personally betrayed. “She doesn’t even let me do that,” he said flatly.

“You’ve got to be kidding me.” you whisper, watching in disbelief

Cedric crossed his arms, incredulous. “She literally hates everyone.”

Theo raised an eyebrow. “Apparently not everyone.”

You walked over cautiously, holding out your hands. “C’mere, baby. Let’s go.”

Your cat didn’t move.

Didn’t even flinch.

She just blinked at you, then flopped sideways in Theo’s lap and kept purring.

“Oh my god” Cedric said under his breath.

You folded your arms, trying to make sense of what you were seeing—your cat curled up like she was in a luxury bed and Theo treating it like the most normal thing in the world.

“She really just… came up to you?”

Theo nodded. “Walked right over. Climbed up. No questions asked.”

Your cat chirped sweetly, like she was confirming his alibi.

You exchanged a look with Cedric, whose jaw was tense, clearly not thrilled.

“I don’t get it” he muttered. “I’ve tried everything.”

Theo closed his book slowly and raised an eyebrow at the both of you. “Maybe she likes sarcasm and emotionally unavailable.”

You just stared.

“…You’re not keeping her.”

Theo shrugged, leaning back as your cat made herself even more comfortable. “Tell her that.”

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[agreeewrites]

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

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⋆ 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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[godricgryffinsnore]

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.

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.

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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.”

── .✦

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.

── .✦

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.”

── .✦

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.”

── .✦

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.

[hirayalore]

Hi!

I saw you were taking request. Can I please ask for an imagine where reader was Cedric's Slytherin Girlfriend, maybe from a Deatheather Family (Malfoys or Lestranges) and how does she deal With the grief for Cedric knowing that her family Is on the Side of the war that supports the men that killed the love of her life.

Please and thank you in advance If you have the chance to make It!

[ cedric diggory x slytherin!reader | angst | semi-fluff | 2.1k words ]

Nobody really knew about yours and Cedric’s relationship.

It was always reserved in dark corridors, empty classrooms, and places wherein nobody would see how the Hufflepuff boy had a knack of making you, the cold and reserved Malfoy, grin—a laugh even escaping your lips at times you were in a rather good mood.

There wasn’t any formal discussion that made it clear that this thing between you would be kept a secret, really. Instead, it was like an unspoken understanding that you two shared, perhaps due to how different your family backgrounds were and how opposite your characters were as well.

Just the mere fact that he was in Hufflepuff and you were in Slytherin was enough to raise eyebrows, and you weren’t really keen on getting more attention that you already do just because of a personal detail of your life that not everybody had the business of knowing anyway.

But all of that changed when Cedric made the bold move of asking you to go to the Yule ball with him, insisting that if you weren’t going to accept, then he was not going to go.

“Don’t be ridiculous,” you said with a snort, looking at him from where he’s standing beside you in the Astronomy tower, one of your usual meeting spots after classes. “You’re a Hogwarts champion. That alone forbids you to skip the event.”

“There’s no actual rule that forbids me, love,” he replied, a smirk casting his features. “So, technically, I could skip it if I wanted to.”

“Yes, but it’d be a shame if you chose not to go. It’s not every time you Hufflepuffs have something to brag about,” you teased.

“Then go with me. Accept my offer of being my date, and I’ll gladly attend.”

You watched as Cedric stepped closer to you, a hand brushing away the strands of your hair that managed to sweep over your eyes because of the wind. Your expression softened ever so slightly, the hope in his voice making your tough disposition crumble a bit.

“Are you certain?” you asked. “I mean… if I go with you, you know they’ll start talking.”

“Let them talk. I don’t care.”

“But I do.” You swallowed hard, turning away to avoid his eyes. “I don’t want them to talk bad about you. I already know what they think about me, about my family—but you, Cedric, I wouldn’t want—”

He cut you off, shaking his head and bringing a hand once more close to your face, this time to make you look at him as his thumb guided your chin to face him again. “It doesn’t matter. What matters is that I get to bring my lovely girl to the dance and spend a marvelous evening with her,” he said, even leaning down to press a light kiss on your lips.

You smiled, your resolve truly fading away. You raised your toes up higher in an attempt to give him another kiss, a gesture that he gladly obliged to. “Fine,” you murmured, “but if Cho Chang ends up crying in the bathroom when she sees us together, I’m not one to blame.”

Cedric laughed loudly, pulling you in for a tight embrace.

And so on the day of the Yule Ball, the entire student body was in shock at the sight of Cedric Diggory with your hand perched onto his arm. He looked proud and happy that you couldn’t help but feel less anxious about the whole thing, convinced that tonight would be the only time the noise would be loud, but after that, everybody would no longer pay your relationship with Cedric any attention.

Thankfully, you were right.

After gossip spread and students talked about the both of you for a couple days, it eventually died down, especially with the Triwizard Tournament still at its peak. However, you couldn’t say the same thing about Draco Malfoy, your cousin, who seemed to think that showing disappointment and disapproval would make you stop dating Cedric.

“He’s a Hufflepuff,” Draco drawled to you one night at the Slytherin common room. “You must be out of your mind, willingly associating yourself with him.”

“I might be,” you deadpanned, flipping through your Transfiguration book.

“Does Father know about this?”

You raised a brow at him, annoyed. “Why would Uncle Lucius be informed of who I’m dating?”

“To talk some sense in you.” He scoffed. “You obviously need it.”

Nonetheless, despite the unsolicited advice you’d often get from Draco about how you should live your life, it was generally tolerable. You’ve always been good at tuning out opinions that didn’t hold any significance to you, so you were quick to adjust at the sudden shift of being once in a secret relationship with Cedric to now with everybody knowing what’s going on.

For what it’s worth though, at least you didn’t have to sneak around the castle just to get some private time with your boyfriend. This new sense of liberty granted you the opportunity of easily hanging out with him at the courtyard or by the lake, letting others finally catch a glimpse of how Cedric could surprisingly bring out the best in you and transform you into a smiling machine.

“Your fan club’s staring,” you would tell him whenever you noticed a bunch of girls gawking at you both, whispering among themselves.

Cedric would glance at them, prompting them to pretend that they weren’t doing just that. “They’re not looking at me.”

“Oh, then are they looking at me?”

“Naturally.” He smirked. “Hasn’t anybody told you that you’re very easy on the eyes?”

As more weeks passed, you were getting used to the whole arrangement and have become more at ease with it. You began to be more affectionate towards Cedric, even when the two of you weren’t behind closed doors, and you let it slide whenever he felt particularly cheeky and stole kisses on your temple or lips. 

The attachment you had for him grew with each passing day, and that didn’t mix well with the dangerous tasks he had to do for the Triwizard Tournament. First, it was with those vicious dragons, then for the second task, you were chosen to be the person that Cedric had to save in order to advance to the next round, held hostage by merpeople at the bottom of the Black lake. 

It made you realize that the tournament truly was no small matter, and that if he wasn’t going to continue being smart about it, he might come to face a more dangerous situation.

“Be careful tomorrow, okay?” You told him the night before the final mission. “Don’t even think about winning. Just getting out of there safely would be fine.”

He chuckled, his arms that were around you to combat the cold night tightening. “Aren’t Slytherins supposed to be ambitious? Why are you discouraging me to win?”

“I’m not discouraging you to win. I’m merely warning you to get back safely.”

“And if I don’t?” There was that mischievous personality that only showed itself whenever he was with you. “Would you deprive me of attention again like you did last time when you got mad at me?”

You playfully slapped his chest, causing him to emit another chuckle. “I’ll do worse.”

“Oh, but there’s nothing worse than being ignored by the love of your life, I’m afraid.” He further teased, planting a lingering kiss on the corner of your mouth. “No worse punishment than that, unfortunately.”

But Cedric was wrong.

There was a worse punishment of being ignored by the love of your life.

It was witnessing the love of your life dead on the ground, brought by Harry Potter who shouted of Voldemort’s return, silence ensuing at the Quidditch Pitch where the maze for the last task stood. 

As Amos Diggory wailed and cried for his son, you were frozen at your spot by the stands, unable to process what was happening before you. You couldn’t look away from Cedric’s lifeless body, couldn’t bring yourself to flash your gaze elsewhere but to his eyes that remained staring above.

If it wasn’t for your friend who had the initiative of shielding you away from the sight, spinning your body to the other direction, you would have remained staring at him with this horrible feeling arising in your chest, making you want to vomit.

“Cedric,” you managed to choke out to your friend, tearing up and shaking. “Cedric—he’s… he—”

Before you could finish speaking, you collapsed on the ground, vision blurring and the whole world beneath you seemingly shaking. Your hands were getting clammy, your heart was beating louder inside your chest, and it was getting difficult to breathe. It was like your lungs were shrinking and there was nothing you could do about it.

“_____,” your friend held your shoulders, “____, let’s—”

But whatever it is that she said, it didn’t register properly inside your brain.

Because as you sat there on the ground, gasping for air and feeling your throat tighten, all you could think about was Cedric Diggory and how you were never going to be with him ever again.

****

After his death, nobody saw you again.

They didn’t see you during the memorial, they didn’t see you during the graduation, and whenever they asked your friends about your whereabouts, they told them they had no idea as well.

The truth was you had run away. You had run away from your home after confirming their connection with the Dark Lord and discovering that it was one of his followers, Peter Pettigrew, that killed Cedric. 

No matter how much your mother screamed at you, how your father threatened you from going against their will, how they had the audacity to force you to be in allegiance with Voldemort after being made aware of your relationship with Cedric—you still found the courage to rebel against them, insulting their loyalty to the wrong person before moving out and apparating as far away as possible with almost nothing but a few galleons to survive by.

Now, you resided at a small Muggle village, working as some sort of assistant to an elderly couple who ran a flourishing bakery in town.

They didn’t ask much about your past when you arrived at their doorstep, handing out the flyer that said they needed a diligent helper for the business. Instead they chose to help you out, somehow understanding that you were only a child forced into adulthood who needed guidance and care from people (in this case, perhaps them) who had the means to give it.

“Don’t stay out too late,” Mrs. West, the elderly woman, called as you said your goodbyes, telling that you were off to visit a friend.

“I won’t!” You smiled.

Walking a few steps away from the village and off to an area you knew wouldn’t have people standing around, you took out your wand from your bag and apparated to the place you made sure to come to every month—

Cedric’s grave

Even though it has almost been a year since the tragedy happened, the memory of his lifeless body was still fresh in your mind. In a way, you reckoned you never had the closure you should have had at the time of his passing, as you didn’t even have the guts to face his father, too ashamed with yourself at the knowledge that it was one of your ‘people’ that was responsible for Cedric’s untimely demise.

But things were getting better, and you were in the process of dealing with the grief that came along with losing a very important person in your life. Somehow it helped that you were no longer part of the world that took him away, that you no longer had to interact with your family that was just as vile as their leader and reminded you of the most horrible occurrence to happen in your existence. 

With a press of your lips, you crouched down and took the old flowers on the grass where his grave was, replacing it with fresh daffodils that reminded you of him. They were yellow, like the colors of his Hogwarts house, and symbolized rebirth which in the back of your head, was what you desired Cedric who you also knew was impossible to be brought back.

“Rest easy, love,” you whispered, sweeping fallen leaves off his grave stone. “I’ll try to live how you might have wanted me to.”

And you do try, every single day, carrying his memory in your heart, believing that although the ache you feel because of his absence will perhaps live on for an eternity—things will get better, just as Cedric always reminded you so.

୭ৎ ࣪ ׅ ⊹ author’s note: hehehe,, went in and wrote a little back story too before writing the angsty part 🥲 to the anonie who requested this, i hope you liked it!

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𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐈𝐃𝐀𝐘. cedric diggory

· ˚ ✧ cw. gender-neutral, reader is an older sibling and a slytherin. req. Cedric and his parents go on a trip to another country during the summer and during it, Cedric meets reader at a park reading, they strike up a conversation but seeing as they are both wizards and neither of them realize the other is also a wizard they dont keep in touch. when they return to Hogwarts, Cedric glances around and sees reader sitting with the Slytherins at dinner and asks them on a hogsmeade date to catch up. — @hea-vin

you sigh as you take a seat on the bench, family long discarded in favour of resting your aching body from the shopping and sight-seeing you've been doing for the past 5 hours and reading a book instead. you fail to notice the boy taking a seat at the exact same time as you and so you startle when he chuckles and asks "long day?"

"sadly," you groan and stretch your neck to the side, closing over your novel "you in the same predicament?"

"sadly," he huffs and ruffles his hair as he leans back, legs spreading slightly in the process "where abouts are you from?" he asks shortly after.

"live in central london," you turn to properly look at him "what about you?"

"near devon, england." he seems to be around your age, brown hair mixed with golden highlights that seemed too soft and fluffy to be dyed. his face was certainly something to admire, high cheekbones dusted with pink and freckles that accompanied them, lips wide and full and jawline sharp in its edges. his eyes are a mix of hazel and green with specks of gold similar to the ones in his hair, once you notice you've been looking for a bit too long you clear your throat and look to the side.

.

"how long are you staying here for?" the boy asks you, head tilted to the side as he scans you, your face seemed familiar but he wasn't sure where he recognised you from.

"i think two more days," you ponder "i'm not sure, i'm just tagging along with my family." you shrug and he smiles in return.

"same here, though i think we're staying for the week." you nod and he follows it with "how have you liked it so far then?"

"it's been pretty alright actually," you respond with a grin "i mean apart from the heckling of being with family and having siblings, the sights here are so pretty and the food is delicious."

the brunet agrees with you, the same amiable smile decorating his lips "it is quite beautiful here, though i don't have any siblings to put a dimmer on my experience."

"oh lucky you," you sigh "i wish i was an only child."

the boy laughs as he shakes his head "i often wished i had a sibling to play with."

you glance at him with a cheeky look "want to trade?"

"i'm afraid i'm too used to being an only child." he shrugs and you pout.

"bummer, i could've been having the time of my life had you agreed." you shut your eyes as you allow the sunlight to bathe you in its rays, peeking an eye open after a few seconds, you focus it on the boy beside you "you sure?"

"you didn't exactly sell it out to be the greatest thing," he pauses and hums "might need some convincing."

you tap your fingers against your thighs as you ponder "well for starters, i guess they're somewhat cute—" you're cut off by a yell of your name. the two of you turn to see a 6 year old running towards you with a cup full of fruits.

"mama said you have to come back, we're going to another place." the child rushes through her words and almost chokes on a pineapple during the relay of her message and you send the boy next to you a look which caused him to chuckle.

"slow down, you're going to choke." you pat her back gently and shake your head as you stand up, sending her away as your bags go back in your hands and your book is put away.

"well, it was nice chat," you smile at the guy still sitting "i'll work on the pro's for the next time if i see you around."

"i look forward to it, farewell, my chatting companion." he waves and you try to mimic him with a tiny wave of your own as you follow behind your sister.

it's a shame you met the handsome stranger in a foreign country and not back at home. alas, it was probably worse that he was most likely a muggle who you could not communicate with. a bummer how all the good ones you're destined to only meet once you think to yourself.

the bustling of the students feels familiar as you take your seat beside your friends in the great hall.

"how was your holiday?" asks emma from your side, nudging you with her elbow the second dumbledore announced that the feast shall commence.

"emma, had you not slept the whole ride from kings cross to here, you would've known."

your other friend, ben, interrupts as he places a hand on his chest and haughtily stares down at emma "since i was actually awake to converse with my friend like normal people do, i had the opportunity to hear about [name]'s first crush on this british boy she met on holiday."

emma ignores bens attitude as she turns to you with her mouth open, a gasp escaping her lips "no. way." she whispers and you roll your eyes.

"it's not a crush, ben just wants to mess with you." you retort at her wide eyes and disbelieving expression.

"come now, [name], it's not everyday you compliment a boys look to us, he must've really swooned you." ben teases and you sigh.

"you make it seem like i've never complimented anyone." you deadpan and your friends scoff.

"fine, i'll never tell you anything again." you mutter in spite and ben and emma hurriedly attempt to placate you throughout the rest of dinner as they try to coerce you to spill about the handsome stranger who caught your attention and affection.

towards the end of dinner when conversations take over and everyone is only lightly taking bites of their desserts, ben finds his eyes drifting behind you before his expression changes into one of curiosity "say," he interrupts you and emma, you two turn to him with an unimpressed look "does anyone know why the diggory boy keeps looking back here every now and then?" he gives you a look "any of you associated with him?"

emma wistfully sighs as she places her head on her closed fist "i wish, i'd totally get with him if he wanted." you give her a look and clear your throat.

"umm, who's diggory?"

the two sigh "cedric diggory? the captain of the hufflepuff quidditch team?..." ben asks as if that'll help you and you turn to emma "he's blondish, tall, absolutely dreamy?" she quips and you hum.

"he sounds like the perfect package, how come i don't know about him?" you ask and they shrug.

"merlin knows how in your world you are, as a slytherin, it will do you good to build connections." ben adds and emma taps your shoulder to get you to turn around and show you who exactly cedric is. as you turn your head however, you catch the eye of a certain quidditch captain, you're met with the sight of the boy from your holiday and your breathe hitches as he stands and makes his way over.

"okay, now why is he coming here?" ben asks once more and emma shrugs as she watches the two of you stare at each other.

"it's you." you both utter at the same time and his face breaks out into a smile that you can't help but reciprocate.

"i thought i'd never see you again." the boy scratches the back of his neck as his cheeks colour a rosy hue.

"and i you." you nod in reciprocation.

"well since luck seems to have found me, i think i have to take full advantage of it and ask you on a date." you hear one of your friends choke but you choose to ignore them and put up a front of a thinking face as cedric waits for your answer "i just have to find out what the pros are."

you sigh as you cross your arms "i did try to come up with an extensive list..." you look up at the boy and nod "fine, i'll free a day and make a compelling case for you."

you did not think cedrics grin could widen anymore and yet you stand (sit) corrected as his teeth show "i look forward to it!" he waves you goodbye as he heads back to his table and rejoins his friends.

"turns out this priss not only knows diggory but managed to bag a date with him."

"prick."

"dear merlin, why don't i have their luck?"

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November Prompt 5: Cuddle

Words: 401 | Pairing: Neville Longbottom x reader

You step into the warmth of your boyfriend’s room, freshly showered and clothed in your loose pajama shorts, cropped tank and long cardigan. You hadn’t expected dinner to turn into a sleepover, but when he’d finally worked up the nerves to ask after three nights of dinner together, you couldn’t say no.

A few candles are lit on top of his Herbology and Potions books that take up the entirety of his nightstand. His burgundy blankets are tossed back, revealing the golden sheets he was gifted with as a reward from Professor Sprout for his selection as Head Boy just before the break. And he sits against his wooden headboard, a plaid brown shirt clinging to his newly discovered muscles, his brown hair combed perfectly across his head, and his green eyes on you in the dim light.

You slowly waltz towards the bed, smiling as he readjusts under the golden sheets to make room for you.

“What about the candles?” You ask while eyeing them in proximity to his blankets.

“They’re flameless,” Neville reassures before you climb next to him.

You hum in amazement, only used to the flaming candles that hung overhead in The Great Room back at school.

“Thanks for dinner and for letting me stay.”

He grins nervously, taking your hand in his before giving it a small squeeze. You can tell he’s nervous again. You know it’s been hard for him to return home during the break with the recent passing of his parents, let alone letting someone else in afterwards.

“Nev,” you breathe and thumb over his grasp before leaning into his shoulder.

His head leans against your damp hair and you can feel him trembling against you. He’s never cried in your presence, but you’ve caught him more teary eyed in the recent days. And you react in the same way you’d want if the roles were reversed; you sit up and wrap your arms around him instead.

Neville sinks down under the weight of the burgundy blankets and cuddles against your waist, wrapping his arms around you as his tears burn against the bare flesh of your thighs.

“I’m here for you, always. I promise you don’t have to do this alone,” you whisper while gently stroking your fingertips through his course hair until his sobbing fades into soft sniffles, then into gentle snores that eventually lull you to sleep against his headboard.

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[deusfoundry]

my last thought before i fell asleep earlier was cedric leaving a hickey on a spot thats very visible and hard to cover up and also cedric being clingy as hell to his girlfriend when she's busy reading

[tea-biscuits-books]

golden trio era

love and ink - h.p

summary : harry begins to receive anonymous love letters

‘how did it end?’

golden - c.d

summary: cedric could never love you back…right?

'i always thought love would be black and white, but it’s golden’

dead line~ fred weasley

summary: you haven’t been able to get over his death, so you call him one last time

'baby every night i'm dancing with your ghost'

dirty little secret - d.m

summary : you’re done being draco’s dirty little secret

‘you go down just like holy mary’

glass mask - h.p

summary: harry meets a mysterious maiden at the yule ball, and is determined to find her with only a mask

'i know you, i walked with you once upon a dream'

teachers pet - j.p

summary : you never liked dada that much until he arrrived

‘teachers pet, if im so special why am I secret?’

wips:

casual - r.w

the last time - m.r

little league - f.w

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Taking x Reader drabble ideas for Cedric Diggory and Neville Longbottom

Only SFW please, just put your prompt in my AMA :)

I’d like it if you also gave a short description of reader and the Hogwarts house 🙏

[lov3notts]

hi mora!! just popping in to officially request that bfs!enemy!theo part 2 👀 the one i mentioned where cedric tries to win the cat back and theo hits him with a “you’re embarrassing yourself.” still think it is too short btw. feel free to ignore it if you don't like it

thank you, love you!! <3

a/n; you already know i love anything your brain comes up with ivy!! the second you mentioned it i started to write it. i hope you love it<3

Navigation; m.list; r.r; bf's enemy!theo au; part 1

Cedric was nothing if not persistent.

Weeks had passed since The Incident—the day your cat committed the ultimate betrayal and made herself at home in Theodore Nott’s lap like they were long-lost soulmates. You’d tried to tell yourself it was a fluke, a one-off, a weird cosmic glitch.

But it kept happening. Every time Theo was around, your cat made a beeline for him like he was catnip in human form. And every time, Cedric looked like someone had taken a bat to his pride.

But he wasn’t giving up. Not yet.

You’d tried to reason with him. “She’s just weird sometimes. It doesn’t mean anything.”

Cedric had looked genuinely hurt. “She purrs when he talks.”

And now, here he was—crouched on the common room floor like he was in a wildlife documentary, slowly inching a treat toward her like she was a wild animal he was trying not to startle

“Come on,” he whispered. “This one’s chicken. You love chicken.”

Your cat blinked at him slowly from her perch on the armrest. She did not, in fact, love chicken. At least not from him.

Cedric inched the treat closer.

“Okay,” he murmured, voice soft. “No sudden movements. I’m your friend. I’m your—"

“She’s not negotiating a hostage release, mate.”

Cedric got startled so hard he nearly dropped the treat. Cedric didn’t have to turn around. That voice was already burned into his soul.

“Nott,” he said tightly, standing up.

Theo stood behind him, arms crossed, expression flat and vaguely amused, like he’d been watching this unfold for a while.

Cedric straightened up quickly, flushed. “I wasn’t—”

“Trying to bribe her with poultry again?” Theo drawled. “Yeah, I noticed.”

Your cat chose that exact moment to yawn, stand, and trot casually across the room—directly to Theo. She rubbed against his leg, tail high, like he was her favorite person on the planet.

Theo looked down at her fondly. “Hey, princessa .”

Cedric looked like he might burst into flames.

“She really hates you, huh?” Theo said, not even pretending to hide the amusement in his voice.

Cedric’s jaw clenched. “She doesn’t hate me.”

Theo raised an eyebrow. “She ran away from you like you’re contagious.”

“She’s just taking her time!”

“Give up, mate. It’s embarrassing.” Theo said smugly, scratching behind your cats ears.

Cedric’s nostrils flared. “You don’t even like animals.”

Theo smiled like it was a secret he didn’t mind sharing. “No, but they like me. Besides” he added, glancing at Cedric with a glint of satisfaction, “I didn’t steal your girlfriend. Just her cat.”

“Don’t test me, Nott,” Cedric muttered, pulling you closer.

“Relax,” Theo said dryly. “She’s way out of my league. But her cat? She knows what's up.”

Your cat purred loudly from his lap like she was confirming it.

Cedric looked like he might cry.

You rubbed his back soothingly. “She’ll come around, babe.”

“No, she won’t,” Theo said. “But it’s cute that you still think so.”

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Because I really wanna write it

Cho/Cedric - Genderbender

Pairing: Cho Chang/Cedric Diggory — Ryuu Chang/Cedric Diggory Prompt: (Trope) Genderbender

Ryuu Chang smiled as he watched the bag rip. 

“You guys go ahead,” he heard Cedric Diggory tell his friends. “Let Professor McGonagall know I’ll be late.”

The Ravenclaw watched as Diggory waved off his friends and their concerns as he bent down to start collecting his belongings. After a minute, Diggory’s friends were gone and Ryuu was able to approach Diggory. This was going exactly as he planned.

“Diggory!” Ryuu called as he neared the Hufflepuff. 

“Chang,” Diggory said, glancing up. He shot a small smile at the Ravenclaw.

“I’m sorry your bag broke,” he said, kneeling to help Diggory. Ryuu wedged when he spotted a few sheets ink-soaked parchment and pieces of glass. It looked like Diggory’s inkwell broke. Hopefully there wasn’t anything important in the bag.

Diggory sighed, looking at an ink-soaked textbook. “I just got that bag,” he muttered, shaking his head. 

“How do you feel about your match?” Ryuu asked. With Malfoy injured, Slytherin’s game against Gryffindor was postpone and Hufflepuff was playing Gryffindor this weekend.

Diggory smiled, looking excited. “It should be fun,” he stated. “I hope the weather clears up.”

Frowning, Ryuu took a few seconds to study Diggory. What was Diggory so excited about? Potter was a decent Seeker, but Ryuu was better. He needed to prove it. “Potter’s no match for you,” he said, offering Diggory an encouraging smile.

Diggory frowned. “Potter’s a fantastic Seeker,” he stated. “I’m excited for a rematch.” He nodded. “Potter’s probably the best Seeker to go through Hogwarts in ages.”

He sighed, looking at the ink-soaked parchment. “I heard Potter’s better than Charlie Weasley,” he muttered, “and Weasley turned down professional offers.”

Ryuu glared. He was better than Potter. Honestly, Potter was better than Diggory, not that he planned to tell the other wizard. “You’re an amazing wizard and a better Seeker than Potter,” Ryuu told the Hufflepuff. “You’ll beat Potter – and win the match.”

Shaking his head, Diggory looked annoyed. “I just want a good match,” he muttered, picking up his bag. “I could care less who wins.” He stared at Ryuu and his eyes narrowed. “You sound an awful lot like my dad, Chang.”

Diggory shook his head a second time before he shoved quills into his bag. “Thanks for you help, Chang,” he said, tone polite. He gathered his textbooks and parchment before standing up. “I gotta get to Transfigurations, so I’ll see you around.”

Ryuu watched as Diggory walked away. He glared after the Hufflepuff. “I’ll just use the love potion,” he muttered.

Words: ~400

[kenthoe]

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November Prompt 26: Blush

Words: 1.6k | Pairing: Hermione Granger, Draco Malfoy, Harry Potter, Cedric Diggory x reader

You grab your textbook from the top of your packed suitcase and climb in bed next to your best friend. You’ve spent the last seven years beside her at the end of every break, the night before everyone was set to return to Hogwarts.

If you didn’t spend the last night at Hermione’s, then it was usually spent at The Burrow with her, Harry and Ron. The last night had always revolved around the same conversation: your expectations, curiosities and anxieties that came with the start of a new year of school.

As you draw the blanket up and get comfortable, a small sigh slips from Hermione’s lips before she turns to you and props her head up on her elbow.

“Do you ever think of dating?”

“Dating?” You half laugh while opening the book where you’d left your favorite emerald, swallowtail bookmark she bought for you this in the summer from her favorite bookstore.

“This is our last year. Maybe we should try to engage in other types of relationships,” she states hesitantly. Both of your tired giggles fill the quiet air, followed by sighs before she continues. “I mean… don’t you have someone you’ve taken interest in?”

You glance down at the words on the pages blankly, skimming, but processing nothing. You’d thought everyone had realized the crush you had on the main boy in your friend group.

“Harry, I guess,” you reply flatly.

“Harry!?” She yelps and sits up. “I suspected, but never realized it was real.”

“He’s interested in Ginny anyways. I hardly stand a chance.”

“Oh, please! Harry mentioned having a crush on you just before summer.”

You have to admit that before this may have changed the way your heart beat in your chest, that those words alone would’ve made your breathing hitch, but now, nothing.

“It’s a dying crush, Mione. Harry is pursuing Ginny, they even kissed over the summer. Besides, being best friends complicates these kinds of things.”

She relaxes against the wall with another sigh, “I guess Ron wouldn’t be a logical choice either.”

“Ron?”

“Of course,” she breathes nervously. “I mean who else?”

“After ruining the Yule Ball for you, I figured he’d be last on your list.”

“As mad as it may be, it’s what moved him to the top,” she snorts, causing you to giggle as well. “And with his charm and witty comments, I can’t help it.”

“Our studies never fell us, but boys do. I don’t think I’m ready yet.”

She tucks her wavy hair behind her ears, then crosses her arms over her chest.

“If your crush on Harry is dying, surely someone else caught your interest all this time? You haven’t studied much. Usually you’d finish reviewing your entire textbook before the first day. I guess I’ve been rather distracted as well.”

You glance down at the bookmark placed only a fourth through the book. Summer had been busy. You needed a lot more supplies than usual this year and the booklist had only grown in size as if the professors were trying to cram in the last of everything they could teach before you all left. You’d also spent most of your time with friends or your father, which meant less time to read and study. But you can’t deny that the season had allowed you to grow closer to someone else, someone you never would’ve expected in a million years.

“I uh…” you stumble and close your book in your lap.

As your best friend, you’ve always told her everything, but this, you’re nervous about. Nervous because he’s not someone that would be openly welcomed by your group of friends.

“Well, who is it?”

“It’s Draco,” you utter before swallowing dryly.

A cackle slips from her lips and she cups her hand over her mouth hastily. “It’s almost as if I heard you say ‘Draco,’ as in Draco Malfoy.”

She can’t seem to stop laughing, but soon stifles to silence once she realizes the seriousness in your expression.

“You can’t be serious, Y/n. Draco bullied Harry his entire first year. He’s vile, absolutely evil.”

“He’s not,” you defend. “I mean the part with Harry is true, but it’s only because he was jealous. And I know that doesn’t change anything, that it doesn’t excuse him, but I’ve gotten to know him and he’s changed. He’s different… and alone, he’s really caring.”

Hermione stares at you blankly before returning to her prior position, pulling the blankets up and lying back. She stares at the ceiling and stays silent.

“Mione, I think I might give him a chance, just like you should with Ron. It’s our last year and we shouldn’t let anything hold us back.”

“Dating Ron can’t possibly be compared to dating Draco. It’s implausible.”

“Promise to just give him a chance this year… for me?”

She quickly glances over at you and you give sleepy puppy eyes and a huge pout.

“I don’t even like puppies,” she breathes and slaps her arms at her side before letting out another laugh. “But I can’t possibly stay upset with you, Draco is another story. If you say things are better, then he’ll have to prove himself. He’ll have to gain our trust again, until then, I won’t tell the others about this.”

You smile contently and place the textbook on the nightstand before copying her position and staring up at the blank ceiling.

“I understand.”

“Just tell me one thing, before bed…” she whispers. “What do you like most about him?”

You inhale softly, thinking of all the ways you’ve interacted with Draco this past summer.

You could talk about your first kiss, but even that seems too uncomfortable to share at the moment. She’d be absolutely repulsed by the thought, even more if she knew how many times you’d met him at the Malfoy Manor for dinner with his family. They accepted you as his friend, though you knew his father wasn’t particularly thrilled with you also being friends with a Potter and the Weasleys, not to mention your best friend having muggle parents. But the visits were always for Draco, not his parents, and late night talks usually turned to snogging sessions and sleepovers as Hermione would describe it.

You think back to your last encounter with Draco. The two of you didn’t speak to each other, but somehow everything that needed to be said had been exchanged through a single glance.

He had sat with his father, and you with yours across the Ministry’s theater. The event was under invitation only, so you didn’t have the pleasure of bringing your friends along. The same went for Draco, not that Crabbe or Goyle would’ve made the cut under his father’s approval anyway. And in an event set to last at least four hours, with the orchestra playing for two and dancing and entertainment at the end, you’d have no time to really socialize with him unless the two of you were able to dance together.

And you weren’t.

A young and good-looking Cedric Diggory had nervously, but bravely asked your father for your hand in the dance. In which your father, being a former Hufflepuff himself, had happily agreed to.

Cedric was sweet and literally good on his feet. He’d swept you effortlessly across the ballroom, keeping your attention anytime you tried to steal a glance towards Draco. Draco wasn’t much of a dancer, but his father hadn’t given him much of a choice, throwing him at whichever decent-looking witch approached him for a dance. It had all been for work appearances of course.

With your arms tangled loosely around Cedric’s neck and his at your waist, making small talk only made you wish it had been Draco taking his spot. When you closed your eyes and smiled, for a moment, you’d imagine his platinum locks and icy eyes staring into the depths of yours. You’d blush anytime you thought of the weight of his hands at your waist or falling to your hips. You’d feel warm and fuzzy and think of all the times the two of you shared kisses and cuddled at night in his bed as your long conversations lured the both of you to sleep in each other’s arms. You’d think of Draco’s arms wrapped around you, not Cedric’s.

But when you finally opened your eyes again, Cedric was still smiling and talking about how amazing the orchestra was as well as a few compliments here and there about your flawless dancing. But he had lied, dismissing the fact that during the short time of you closing your eyes, you’d already stepped on his foot twice. Draco would’ve insulted your missed steps, only to insult his own immediately after, which would have led to laughter on both ends and a disapproving scowl from this father.

You tossed Cedric a soft grin and on the last dip, your eyes had finally met Draco’s. The glance had been enough to make your heart stop cold in your chest, even Cedric had asked if you were alright, but you couldn’t break the intensity of Draco’s stare. A bit of anger and jealously flickered in it, but a bit of sorrow as well.

You’d assured Cedric that you were fine once the music cut to an end and people shuffling out had become quieted enough to return to conversation. By the time you had answered and turned back, Draco was gone, leaving you yearning for just one more moment with him, even from afar.

“I guess the one thing I like the most is his intensity when he’s passionate about something. There’s a slight flicker in his eyes when he sees something he wants… when he sees me,” you whisper while turning your head towards Hermione with a soft grin following after the thought of him.

But your answer falls on deaf eyes and you realize your exhausted friend had already drifted to sleep before you could even answer.

Maybe this is something worth keeping to yourself anyways. You think to yourself and flip the lamp off before drifting off the sleep.

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