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[mairon-goth-minion]

Barty, disguised as Moody, seeing Harry and Draco, getting flashbacks from pre-relationship jegulus: oh no. oh nonono. i am not going through this again. FUCK.

[pottersource]

In honor of Dame Maggie Smith...

[isla-kady-blackwood]

do you think harry and ron faced gay allegations after the second task

[raven-dor]

Hi, could you write something with Charlie Weasley x reader, where reader is friends with the twins and they invite her to the burrow where she meets Charlie, and she's really smart and knows a lot about dragons and that's how her and Charlie start to bond.

Also could reader maybe be a Slytherin, I'm a Slytherin so I just think reader would be too, but the house can be unspecified or something else if you want.

lost without you

in which charlie weasley meets the love of his life

PAIRING: charlie weasley x slytherin!reader

WARNINGS: fluff, sneaking around, falling out (slight angst), love confessions, molly weasley (sorry...)

WORD COUNT: 3.7k

🎶 : lost without you - freya ridings

AN: ♥️💗 - i love this request so much... thank you for asking!!

She was exhausted, that was for sure. Spending all night- she blushed. She shouldn’t have done that, but he was so kind and strong. Mysterious but gentle. He was brilliant; she could tell by the look in his eyes. 

She giggled as he kissed down her neck, squirming from his touch. He scoffed, no malice behind it. “Love, stop moving…” 

She blushed wildly, hiding her face behind her hands. “I never do this…” 

He pulled himself back to her level, prying her hands away. “There you are.” He whispered. “Don’t hide from me, please.” 

“I’m embarrassed.” She whispered back. “I never-” 

“Never do this.” He smirked, laying beside her and staring at her intensely. “You’ve said.” 

She moved herself closer, tracing shapes on his chest. “What do you do for work?”

He laughed, and she thought to herself he had a rather jolly laugh. “Do you really want to know?” 

She nodded, her eyes begging to shut. His hold was comforting despite the fact that she had known him for approximately two hours. “You look like you have a…” She yawned. “An interesting job.” 

He smiled, leaning his head on hers. “I work in…” 

She had fallen asleep before she had heard where.

Y/N blushed thinking about it. There she was, sleeping in a stranger's arms. 

Then again, it hadn’t felt like that. It felt like she had known him for years. She shook her head, trying to stop herself from daydreaming. George laughed, nudging her ever so softly. “Wake up, Dolly Daydream.” 

She rolled her eyes, shoving him away from her. “I am awake, thank you very much.” 

Fred smirked. “You have that look on your face.” 

“What look?” She glared. “I don’t have a look.” 

He nodded. “Yes, you do.” He laughed. “It's that look when you can't stop thinking about someone.” 

George wiggled his eyebrows. "A secret admirer, perhaps?"

She turned beat red, walking ahead of them to escape the interrogation. 

The twins had a tradition, one they had kept up since they’d gotten into Hogwarts. Every Sunday during the summer, their best friend would come to the Burrow for dinner. There had never been a Sunday she had missed (besides the brief time she was on the run from Voldemort with Ron, Hermione, and Harry). 

And in all that time, Y/N could proudly say she had met every one of their siblings. Except Charlie. According to Mrs. Weasley (who Y/N knew was prone to dramatics) he absolutely hated his family and chose the furthest possible job to worry her. 

Y/N was sure it was because he actually wanted to go to Romania. All her children were good people, and she doubted Charlie stressed his mother out on purpose. 

They had been walking into the Burrow when a shriek rang out from inside the home. Gripping their wands, they ran in ready to fight, when they saw that the shriek had come from Mrs. Weasley, who was sobbing rather dramatically. 

They lowered their wands, peering further into the house to see a young man, not much younger than Bill, being hugged tightly by Ginny. Fred and George left their best friend's side instantly, hugging the man tightly.

“Charlie!” 

Y/N tilted her head, her eyes widening instantly when he turned around. 

What was he- This was the infamous Charlie Weasley. Seeker, Head Boy, and expert Dragonoligist. His grin was bright, and she loved the way his freckles accentuated his cheeks. He locked eyes with her, a twinkle appearing in them. He extended his hand, his voice light and full of humor. “You must be Y/N.” 

She nodded, ignoring the fact that her cheeks felt like they were on fire. She could never tell George and Fred. “That’s me.” 

He smiled, shaking her hand lightly. “I’m Charlie.” 

“I know.” Her eyes widened, and she stumbled over her words, backtracking. “I meant that- Fred and George- I’ve met all of your siblings, so I just thought-” 

He laughed, interrupting her. “It’s alright.” 

Fred raised an eyebrow, clearing his throat. “Shall we eat? I’m famished.” 

Y/N nodded, walking away from Charlie abruptly. George linked arms with his friend, pulling a face when she looked up at him. She rolled her eyes, shoving him away and sitting down. 

Molly smiled at her second eldest son, loading food onto his plate. “You look as if you’ve been starved, Charlie.” 

He glared, taking the food without complaint. “I’ve gained weight since you last saw me, Mum.” 

“What have they been feeding you in Romania?” 

“The same thing you’re giving me now, Mum.” He looked over at Y/N, winking. “I’m all muscle now.” 

Fred shoved him, hissing. “What are you doing?” 

Y/N’s cheeks were still red, and she looked away. Was he trying to fluster her; because he was succeeding. Charlie kept pestering her with small talk, much to her and her blushing nature’s dismay.

“What house were you then?” 

“Slytherin.” She spoke through her food. Placing a hand over her mouth, she said it once more. “I was in Slytherin.” 

His eyebrows rose, but he made no movement to disparage her house. “Makes sense that the twins were drawn to you.” He smirked. “They’ve always been rather cunning.” 

Molly sighed. “You are one of the only Slytherins I’ve been able to stand talking to.” She smiled. “Which is quite the feat.” 

Y/N smiled shyly, not liking all the attention that was currently on her. Normally, she faded into the background, only providing (what she thought) were witty remarks when necessary. And now, here he was, pulling her out of her shell. It was some kind of cruel joke, she decided, that they had met the way they had.

Loud knocks rang through her apartment, and she groaned, shoving her face into her pillow. “One moment!” 

The knocks persisted, and she threw the covers off of her body, racing towards the door, wand in hand. “I said one-” She tilted her head, looking through the peephole to see Charlie. Now suddenly highly self-conscious about her appearance, she cast a beauty spell, smoothing out her hair before opening the door. “Hiya.” 

He nodded. “May I come in?” 

She crossed her arms. “Why?” 

He smirked, stepping closer. “Is it so shocking that I wanted to see you?” 

She blushed, stepping aside so he could enter. Watching suspiciously as he looked around at her flat, she shut the door. “You wanted to see me? That’s it?” 

He nodded, picking up a photo album. “What’s in here I wonder?” 

Y/N laughed, reaching out to steal it from his hold. “Charlie-” 

“Indulge me.” He sat down, patting the cushion beside him. “Tell me about them.” 

She sat beside him, peering over her shoulder and explaining each photo he asked about. “That’s me and the twins in fifth year. I think that was two days after they’d left the hospital wing.” 

Charlie laughed. “When they tried to enter the Triwizard Tournament?” 

She nodded, laughing with him. “Exactly. And that-” She pointed to the next photo. “Is me and George at the Yule Ball.” 

He tensed. “You and George-” 

She shook her head quickly, placing a hand on his arm. “We’re just friends, trust me. Ange would have my head.” 

He smiled. “Ah. Well…” He looked back at the book, smirking at the baby photo. “What’s this-” 

She snatched the book from his hands, clutching it to her chest. “Absolutely not.” 

Charlie had been coming over practically every day since his first impromptu visit. During those visits, they’d discovered that they both had a mutual love of dragons and that her knowledge of dragons rivaled his, a professional dragonkeeper. 

(She never let him forget it.) 

She sat at her bar as Charlie cooked them a Romanian dish he had made ‘one hundred times before.’ Y/N trusted his cooking, after all his mother was Molly Weasley. She then reasoned with herself that his brothers were also Fred and George, who couldn’t cook to save their lives. He moved around her kitchen like he’d lived there for ages, and she tried not to drool as she watched his muscular frame. 

He cleared his throat, laughing. “Williams? You alright?” 

She sat up, realizing she had started daydreaming. Nodding quickly, she smiled. “Great.” 

He sat his spoon down, walking over to her until they were right by each other. “Are you sure? You seemed…” He whispered, staring at her lips. “Distracted.” 

She laughed, walking away. Salazar, if he looked at her like that again, she didn’t know if she could resist- “No, I-” A hand grabbed her wrist, and she gasped. Her skin felt like it was on fire. “Charlie.”

He stood behind her, his breath fanning over her neck. “Tell me you haven’t thought about that night, and I’ll stop. I swear to you.” 

“Charlie, we can’t…” 

“Don’t.” He pulled her close. “Have you thought about that night, yes or no?” 

“Yes.” She nodded, turning around to face him. “Every night.”

He smirked, leaning down. “Every night huh?” 

She nodded once more. “Charlie, stop teasing. It’s-” 

He slammed his lips against hers, grabbing her legs and wrapping them around his waist. “Godric, you’re going to be the ruin of me.” 

That had been months ago. She had felt horrible, keeping it a secret from the twins, Ron, and Salazar, Ginny too. She hadn’t told anyone, which could have been why she felt so wracked with guilt. It was odd, she told herself, to be sleeping with her best friend’s older brother. 

But when Charlie held her in his arms, she forgot all about her guilt. Her heart felt full, and she reasoned with herself that Fred and George would be happy for her if she told them. Happy that she finally found someone that cared about her as much as she-

“Love?” Charlie's voice rang through the door. “Can I come in?” 

She yelled back, casting a beauty spell over herself. “It’s open!” Walking out of her bedroom, she smiled shyly at the ginger man, holding hoards of groceries in his arms. He sat them down on the counter, taking each item out and putting them away.

“How was work?” 

She shrugged. “Same as always I suppose. Kingsley told me if I keep it up, I could be one of the youngest team leads in history.” She laughed, helping him put the last of it away. “Except Harry, of course.” 

Charlie nodded. “He’s quite the talented wizard.” Grabbing the vegetables for their salad, he began rinsing them off in the sink. She walked over, wrapping her arms around his torso. He hummed, smiling to himself. “Do you think we should-” She closed her eyes, taking in his rich scent of teakwood and tobacco. “Do you think we should tell my family about us?” 

Her eyes shot open, and she pulled away from him like he was scolding hot. “What?” 

His back tensed, but he didn’t turn around. “Mum’s been asking to meet the girl who’s been taking up all my time.” 

“Well, what did you say?” She walked toward her fridge, grabbing a butterbeer. 

“I said I’d have to ask her.” He turned around, watching anxiously as she refused to make eye contact. “So, what do you say?” 

“Charlie…” 

His voice was small. “Are you- are you embarrassed?” 

“No it’s not…” She sighed. “It’s not that, Charlie. I just-” 

“I’m sorry I brought it up.” He interrupted. “Let’s just go back to making dinner.” 

She nodded, not wanting to break their peace. But as the night went on, she realized their peace had been broken as soon as she said she hadn’t wanted to tell everyone. The air was tense as they ate, the once warm air turned freezing from the distance between them. She cleared her throat, setting down her fork. “I’ve been meaning to bring this up to you.” 

His face looked sullen, but he sat his fork down as well, staring into her eyes. Her heart fluttered, Salazar, he was beautiful. “Yes?” 

“I-” She gulped. “I think we should stop seeing each other.” 

He nodded calmly. “Is there someone else?” 

She shook her head adamantly. “Merlin, no! I just… I think it’s odd. Don’t you?” 

He tilted his head. “What do you think is odd about this?”

“That you and I-” She stuttered. “I’m their best friend.” 

He nodded. “You are.” 

“It feels wrong, lying to them.” 

“Well,” His voice held a frustration she had never heard before. “That is why we'd tell them.” 

“Charlie…” She was getting tired. “It’s not fair to you; me not wanting to tell them. I’m just-” 

“What?” He laughed hurmourlessly. “What are you?”

“You could be out there, finding someone who you could end up…” She blushed. “You know.” 

He stood up, grabbing his things. “I thought that was you.” His eyes looked heartbroken, and she honestly didn’t know why she was doing this to them. Everything was fine, why- “Because you are.” He smiled lightly. “You are that for me.” 

Her eyes started tearing up. “I’m sorry.” 

He shook his head. “It’s alright.” Opening the door, he whispered over his shoulder. “I’ll see you around then.” 

She’d been a mess for weeks. She’d practically shunned everyone from her life, only going to work because she needed money to live. Peeling off her dress robes, a knock echoed through her flat. Odd, she hadn’t had any planned visitors. “One moment.” 

The knocks were never ending, and she rolled her eyes, stalking towards the door. “I said-” The twins stood in front of her. “Oh.” She stiffened. “Hi.” 

They scoffed, George breaking the tension. “You look like a right mess, Williams.” 

Fred nudged him, murmuring. “George…” He smiled at the girl standing in front of them. “You alright love?” 

Her eyes widened. The last time she’d been called love… It was like she couldn’t forget him. She nodded, ushering them in. “Sit, sit.” 

They came in, taking in their surroundings. Fred cleared his throat. “What have you been up to?” 

“Nothing much.” She forced herself to smile. “How’s the shop?” 

George squinted. “We haven’t seen you for three weeks, and you’re asking how the shop is?” He stood closer to her, placing a comforting hand on her shoulder. “What happened, love?” 

“I-” Her throat felt as if it was closing. “Nothing. I swear.” 

He shook his head. “Fine, you don’t need to tell us.” He sat down on the couch, Fred following after him. “Mum’s been asking why you haven’t come to dinner lately.” 

She winced. How would she get out of this?

Answer: she wouldn’t. 

Because moments after, they were flooing to the Burrow, Mrs.Weasley wrapping her arms around her. “Where have you been?” 

She blushed, hugging the older witch back. “Work was busy.” She winced as Mrs.Weasley’s unconvinced stare pierced her soul. “I’m sorry.” 

Mrs. Weasley laughed, ushering her inside. “No apologies necessary. Have you been eating? You look frail, dear.” 

“I-” Charlie was in the kitchen, and upon hearing his mother’s voice, turned around. She felt like she could melt. “Weasley.” 

He nodded, his eyes never leaving hers. “Williams.” 

Mrs. Weasley interrupted. “Why don’t you take a seat in the living room dear. I’ll add an extra plate to the table.” 

She nodded. “Thank you Mrs.Weasley.” Scurrying past Charlie, she plopped down on the couch, staring at the ceiling. 

“You’re alive.” A woman’s voice broke through the silence. She turned her head over, smiling at the new presence.

“Hey Gin.” She stood up, hugging her tightly. “I missed you.” 

Ginny hummed. “I missed you too.” Pulling out of the hug, she grabbed her friend's hands in hers. “Tell me what happened between you and Charlie.” 

Her eyes practically fell out of her sockets. “What are you-” 

Ginny glared. “Don’t play dumb with me. He’s been a whiny mess lately, that can’t be coincidence.” 

“There could be a million reasons for why he's whining. You don’t-” Ginny sat down on the couch, pulling her along.

“What did he do?” Ginny whispered. “I’m very skilled at the Bat Bogey Hex.” 

She laughed. “I know you are. Trust me, it wasn’t his fault. I-” She sighed, leaning against the back of the couch. “I thought you’d be upset at me, if you knew I was seeing your brother. Besides, Charlie is sweet, I’m not the right fit for him.” 

A deep voice echoed through the room. “Don’t you think that’s for me to decide?” Ginny’s eyes widened, and Y/N stared back, begging her not to leave. “Could you give us a moment, Gin?” 

She held on to Ginny’s hands as tightly as she could, but Ginny pulled away, murmuring sorry as she raced out of the room, no doubt telling her boyfriend and entire family. So much for secrecy. Taking a deep breath, she stood up, waving casually. “Charlie.” 

“You’re not the right fit?” He scoffed, walking close enough so that he could whisper and only she would hear. “You’re not the right fit, really?” 

“You know what I meant.” 

“I don’t really.” He grabbed her hands in his. “You are what I’ve-” He took a deep breath, most likely gathering the courage to tell her. “You are what I’ve always wanted. What I’ve always dreamt of.” 

She blushed. “Don’t patronize me…” 

“Love…” He tilted his head. “You are everything to me, and it kills me to be apart from you. Really.” 

“I don’t know how the twins would react-” 

“Who cares!” He yelled, quickly remembering he was inside and lowering his voice. “Who cares? I love you and I-” Charlie’s golden eyes widened, and he stuttered. “I mean-” His smile was sure, brighter even. “I love you, and if you love me, then we can make it. Through anything, including my brother’s disapproval.” Pulling her as close as he physically could, he whispered. “I don’t think I can be that separated from you ever again. It was torture, Williams.” He leaned down, their foreheads leaning against each other. “Utter torture.” 

“I love you too-” He pulled her lips to his, kissing her as deep as his body would allow him. She squeaked, melting in his touch. “Charlie, wait just a moment.” He groaned, leaning his head on her shoulder. “I know you could do perfectly fine with your brother’s disapproval, but they’re my best friends. I can’t just… I can’t lose them.” 

He whispered into the crook of her neck, chills running down her spine. “Even if that meant losing me?” 

She kissed his temple, humming. “I’m sorry.” Forcing herself to pull away, she ignored the chills that fell down her spine when Charlie grabbed her wrist, halting her in her tracks.

"I admire it, how fiercly loyal you are to my brothers." He laughed. "Very Gryffindor of you, I must say."

She scoffed, her eyes tearing up ever so slightly. "What can I say? Weasleys are worth protecting."  

The table was tense, Y/N avoiding every attempt Charlie made at eye contact. The twins were suspiciously watching the pair, wondering what exactly was going on. Ginny had surprisingly not told everyone, contrary to Y/N’s belief. Mrs. Weasley tried to make conversation, but she only made the situation worse. “So Charlie, whatever happened to that girl of yours? The one you were sneaking off to see.” 

Y/N looked up from her plate, staring at Charlie. He sighed, taking a sip of water. “She’s busy Mum.” 

Mrs.Weasley nodded, turning her attention to Y/N. “And you dear? How has work been? I hope Kinglsey isn’t giving you too hard of a time.” 

“Work’s been fantastic, thank you Mrs.Weasley. I actually…” She took a deep breath, grinning from ear to ear. “I just got promoted to team lead.” 

The table erupted into well wishes and congratulations. Mrs.Weasley smiled. “That is wonderful dear. You must be the youngest yet.” 

She nodded, giving a pointed look to Harry. “Besides this one, yes.” 

Charlie cleared his throat. “Congratulations, Williams.” 

The table quieted, and Y/N smiled gratefully, daring to make eye contact with him. “Thank you.” 

Ginny coughed, obviously trying to get her attention, but Y/N couldn’t be bothered to break eye contact with him. His eyes were dangerous, she’d determined, and there was a spark in them that was not there earlier. Butterflies erupted in her stomach, and she shook her head slightly. 

He was about to do something neither of them could take back, she knew it. 

She also couldn’t find it in her to care.

Charlie stood, his seat scrapping against the floor. His parents’s eyebrows furrowed. Mr.Weasley spoke first. “Are you alright son?” 

Charlie nodded, still looking at Y/N. “I’m perfect. I-” He smiled. “I have something to say.” 

Mrs. Weasley smiled knowingly. “Spit it out dear.” 

Y/N held her breath, nodding encouragingly. A second wind overtook him, and he stood strong. “I’m in love-” 

Mrs. Weasley grinned. “That’s wonderful dear!” 

Fred and George teased. “Lucky girl, that one.” 

Y/N tried to control her blush. Charlie smiled. “I’m in love with Williams.” 

She looked around the table, trying to gage reactions based off their expressions. Harry, Ron, and Hermione looked positively shocked, and Fred and George… Her eyes widened. They didn’t look shocked in the slightest. Charlie continued. “I don’t want to upset you two, but we-” 

George laughed. “Why would we be upset?” 

Fred nodded. “We’ve known for months.” 

Mrs. Weasley scoffed. “Months? Charlie Weasley, you kept this sweet girl a secret-” 

“That’s actually my fault Mrs.Weasley.” Y/N interjected. “I- I didn’t want to upset the twins.” They pulled faces, rolling their eyes. “Why would we be upset? If anything, we’d be upset at Charlie for corrupting sweet little Y/N/N.” 

Y/N shoved them. “Shut it, both of you.” 

Charlie smiled, sitting back down. “Well I guess that’s settled then.” Y/N smiled back, mouthing the words he so longed to hear. ‘I love you.’ 

Mrs. Weasley sighed, picking at food. “Shall I be expecting more grandchildren anytime soon?” 

Y/N choked on her drink, clutching her chest. Charlie’s eyes widened, cheeks bright red. “Mum!” 

“I’m only asking.” Mrs. Weasley held her hands up in surrender. “Victorie has been so lonely.” 

Charlie tilted his head. “We’re not even married yet, Mum.” He looked over at Y/N, winking. “But that can be arranged.” 

It was Y/N’s turn to scoff. “Charlie Weasley, absolutely not.” 

He stuck his lower lip out, pouting. “What-” 

“Ask me in a year, not before then or after.” She nodded resolutely, taking a sip of her pumpkin juice, ignoring the looks from her friends. 

Charlie nodded, looking much too happy. “Yes ma’am.”

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dance with me?

harry james potter x fem!reader

summary: after getting ditched by your date your night at the yule ball seems to be getting worse by the minute, until you bump into harry, who coincidentally also got ditched

warnings: bit of angst turning into fluff, nothing else really

word count: 2.9k

a/n: the order of events in the books/movie is kinda switched up so i could make them fit the narrative in this lmfao. hope you enjoy <3

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the dormitory was quiet, save for the muffled noise of laughter and footsteps drifting up from the common room below. you were perched on the edge of your bed, legs swinging slightly and hands clasped in your lap as you waited for hermione to finish changing behind the curtain drawn around her bed. the air smells faintly of lavender, and the soft rustle of fabric is the only sound between you.

then the curtain pulled back and hermione stepped out.

you blink. for a second, you're genuinely stunned. the periwinkle blue of her dress robes caught the low light in a way that made her look like something out of a fairy tale; elegant and radiant in a way you’d never quite seen her before.

“wow,” you breathed, a slow smile tugging at your lips. “hermione… you look beautiful.”

she blushed immediately, glancing down at herself before tucking a curl behind her ear. “thank you.” her voice was softer than usual, touched by something shy and proud all at once. “i wasn’t sure about it at first, to be honest.”

“you shouldn’t have doubted it,” you said, meaning it. “you’re going to turn so many heads tonight.”

she rolled her eyes at that, but she was smiling. her eyes flickered to you where you were still in your jeans and the sweatshirt you’d gotten from mrs. weasley just that morning. “all right, it’s your turn. go on, change! we don’t have all night,” she urged, hands waving you toward your trunk.

you hesitate, heart giving a strange little jump. “yeah… alright.” you made your way over, pulling the dress out and slipping behind your own curtain. the satin felt cool against your skin, and as you wriggled into it, your nerves started to rise. after smoothing it down not once, but twice, you glanced into the little mirror propped on your nightstand.

the dress was beautiful, objectively; floor-length, sleeveless, simple in design but rich in color. but on you? you didn’t step out immediately. “it’s kind of weird, isn’t it?” you called softly. “wearing green. as a gryffindor.”

hermione’s voice was warm and immediate. “one of the slytherin’s might send you a nasty look, but who cares about them? green’s lovely on you.”

you bit your lip and finally stepped out. her eyes widened, and she beamed. “oh, wow.”

you crossed your arms over your stomach, suddenly feeling exposed. “i don’t know. it just feels… not me. or too much me. i can’t decide.”

hermione got up from her bed and walked over to you, placing her hands gently on your shoulders. “you look stunning,” she smiled, her gaze steady. “green suits you. honestly, you could wear a green rubbish bag and still look beautiful.”

you laughed, but it sounded nervous. “i don’t know if i should even go. i mean… the one person i wanted to go with asked someone else.”

her expression softened. she knew. of course she knew; she was the only one who did.

“hey,” she spoke gently, “i know it’s not harry, but that doesn’t mean the whole night has to be ruined. you’ve got a date who seems really kind, you’re dressed like a goddess, and you’ve got at least one friend who plans on making sure you have a good time no matter what.”

your heart squeezed. “you’re really good at this whole ‘pep talk’ thing.”

she grinned as she looped her arm through yours, “come on, let’s go make an entrance.”

you hesitate for one last second. then, with a breath and a final check over your shoulder, you nodded. together, you headed down the winding staircase toward the common room, the soft swish of your dress and the flicker of firelight mingling with your growing excitement.

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the music swelled, and after watching the four champions start off the dancing sequence you let your date guide you out onto the floor of the great hall, now transformed into a winter wonderland. candles flickered like stars above, casting a golden sheen across the swirling gowns and polished shoes.

you glanced up at your date, a tall boy from ravenclaw. he bowed, you curtsied and the first notes of the waltz began. you could almost hear mcgonagall counting at the back of your mind; one-two-three, one-two-three.

you moved in unison, steps careful at first, then more fluid as you found the rhythm together. his hand was warm against yours, his other lightly resting at your waist. you spun beneath his arm, the hem of your dress fluttering at the movement. around you, couples twirled like snowflakes, and for a few heartbeats, the rest of the world melted away.

when the music faded into polite applause, you were breathless but smiling. he squeezed your hand gently. “i’ll get us something to drink,” he spoke softly, and you nodded before he disappeared into the crowd.

a gasp and your name being called caught your attention and as you turned around you saw lavender brown holding onto the arm of a hufflepuff you didn't seem to recognise. her eyes were widened as they went over your outfit, "your dress! i love it!"

you smiled at the sweet compliment. you'd never really been close to lavender but she'd always been kind to you, "thanks lavender, you look beautiful too."

"thank you." she returned your smile, "well, we're going in for a few more dances, see you around!" she squeezed her date's arm and they swept away before you could say anything else, her dress flaring dramatically as she went.

while your eyes followed them as they walked off they caught the sight of someone who was clearly your date, sweet talking a girl from beauxbatons. you squinted and took a few steps closer to get a better look only to find out his arm was cozily wrapped around her waist.

a scoff fell from your lips. you hadn’t even wanted to go with him. he was the fourth guy to have asked you and it felt easier saying yes than no by then, easier than explaining that you were still waiting for someone else to ask; someone who probably wasn't going to ask you anyway.

you weren’t heartbroken, not even close, but irritation flared anyway, like he’d wasted your time, like you'd worn these damn shoes for nothing. you let out a breath, slow and quiet, as the music swelled around you. the lights felt too warm suddenly. the laughter too loud. the enchanted snow drifting from the ceiling too perfect.

without thinking you turned and walked toward the exit, the train of your dress catching slightly on the stone floor as you moved. the corridor outside was blissfully cooler, empty save for the faint echo of music and your own footsteps.

you had barely rounded the corner when you collided into someone with a quiet “oof.” you staggered back a step, your hand flying to your chest. "sorry-"

“it’s alright,” said a familiar voice and when you looked up you saw him.

one of your best friends, harry potter, stood blinking at you, looking as charming as ever in his brand new dress robes. “oh,” you breathed, and suddenly your pulse felt louder than the music. “hi.”

his mouth curved into the faintest smile, almost sheepish. “hi. are you leaving?”

for a moment you hesitated; you could still feel the ghost of annoyance in your chest, but it was softening now, replaced by a flicker of something else.

“i was heading to the bathroom,” technically not a lie. you gave him a lopsided shrug. “needed some air.”

he nodded, then looked like he wanted to say something more. “so … your date ... is he still in there?”

your fingers tightened slightly around the fabric of your dress. “oh you mean edmund, uhh, yeah,” your voice sounded even, maybe too even. you didn’t want to get into it, didn’t want to admit how annoyed you were, or how stupid you felt for saying yes in the first place.

harry nodded slowly, like he could sense there was more you weren’t saying, but wasn’t going to push. you gave a small shrug, aiming for casual. “i just needed a break. it’s loud in there.”

he gave a quiet, sympathetic laugh. “tell me about it."

“what about you? who did you end up with?”

harry blinked, a little caught off guard. “uh, parvati” he said, rubbing the back of his neck. “i just went to the bathroom too, actually. she's grabbing us drinks.”

you studied him, noticing the slight hesitation, the way his eyes flicked toward the hall before settling back on you, and how his story sounded a bit too similar to yours. “drinks?” you repeated, tone light but probing.

he shrugged, voice a bit quieter now. “yeah. you know… pumpkin fizz and all that.”

you studied him. there was something he wasn’t saying, something he was careful to keep between the lines. "alright, well i'm going to-" you tilted your head slightly but harry quickly caught on, "yeah, yeah i'm going to find parvati, i guess."

a small smiled played on your lips and you tried your hardest not to let the sad tone fall through, "have a good night, harry." you spoke softly before walking past him and continued on towards the bathroom, not noticing how harry turned to watch you walk off.

you walked slowly now, letting the corridor stretch out before you. the music behind you faded into something distant and muffled. the heels of your shoes clicked softly against the stone, the only real sound in the quiet.

the bathroom was empty when you pushed the door open, the enchanted torches flickering gently against the walls. you didn’t bother looking at yourself in the mirror, but went straight for one of the stalls. after closing the door behind you, you sat down on the closed lid like the air had been punched out of your lungs.

for a moment you just sat there, staring at nothing, the layers of your dress gathered awkwardly around your legs. it was stupid, really. edmund wasn’t someone you even cared that much about. harry… well, that was its own mess. and still, somehow, everything felt like too much. too loud. too heavy. too disappointing.

your throat tightened and you blinked hard.

no. not here.

you leaned forward, elbows on your knees, hands twisted together as you pressed your lips together, forcing the air out through your nose in slow, steady breaths. a tear slipped down anyway, tracing a warm line down your cheek. you wiped it away before the next one could fall, though.

It wasn’t just tonight. It was all of it. expectations, hopes, the quiet letdowns you never admitted you were bracing for. the ball had been shiny and beautiful, and somehow it had still managed to make you feel like you were on the outside of it all.

but then you thought of the corridor. of harry’s sheepish grin. of the way he’d looked at you like he saw you, even if only for a moment. you straightened slowly, letting out a breath that felt like it had been sitting in your chest for days.

no. you weren’t going to let this ruin your night.

eventually you escaped the small stall, smoothed your dress, checked your face in the mirror, your eyes were a little red, but not tragic, and gave yourself the smallest nod.

and so, you pushed the door open and stepped back into the corridor, the music growing louder again as you turned toward the light. time to go make the night fun anyway. even if it was just for you.

you were just rounding the bend near the marble staircase, the glow of torchlight stretching across the floor in front of you, when you heard it; soft, choked sniffling.

you slowed and at first you thought it might be peeves playing some horrible trick, but as you came around the curve, your heart sank. hermione.

she was sitting near the middle of the stairs, half tucked into herself, her arms wrapped around her knees. her dress, now a little wrinkled, spilled across the steps like it didn’t matter anymore. her face was turned away, but you could see the way her shoulders trembled.

you hesitated only a second before moving toward her. “hey,” you spoke gently, not wanting to startle her.

she flinched slightly before glancing up, eyes red and glistening, and quickly wiped at them with the back of her hand. “oh. sorry- didn’t mean to-”

“it’s alright, mione” you said, already sitting down beside her. “bathrooms are taken anyway.” she let out a watery laugh, and you offered a small smile in return.

for a moment, neither of you spoke; you didn’t want to push, but you hated the way her hands clenched the fabric of her dress, like she needed something to hold onto. “is it… krum?” you asked gently. “did he say something?”

hermione shook her head quickly. “no. viktor’s… he’s been nothing but kind.”

you nodded slowly, giving her space. she looked away again. “it’s just-” her voice broke, and she took a deep breath. “it’s not really about him. not exactly.” you knitted your brows in slight confusion. her jaw tightened, and when she spoke again, her voice was quieter. “boys can be so stupid sometimes.”

you let out a breath and let out a knowing chuckle. “yeah, they can.”

she returned your laugh, but there was too much sadness behind it. you didn’t need all the details. something to do with ron, probably. the way he’d been staring at her and krum all evening like someone had hexed him in the face with jealousy and hadn’t told him why.

"where's edmund?" hermione looked at you worriedly, as if she wasn't the one just crying her eyes out.

you lightly shook your head as you rolled your eyes, "probably snogging a girl from beauxbatons somewhere in one of the courtyard bushes."

"oh no, i'm sorry."

"no, it's alright, you know i didn't want to go with him," you spoke softly, “do you want to come back in? we could get some more pumpkin fizz, go for a dance.”

hermione shook her head. “i think i’m just going to go back to the dorm. i’m tired.”

you didn’t argue. instead, you stood and offered her your hand. she took it and you helped her up gently. for a moment she just stood there, looking small and a little worn out, her fingers still loosely wrapped around yours. “thanks,” she said quietly.

you gave her hand a light squeeze. “anytime, mione, you know that”

and as she turned to head up the staircase, you watched her go, her silhouette slipping into shadow. when she'd completely disappeared you turned back toward the great hall, the music still playing faintly, and started walking.

eventually, you found yourself at the threshold of the great hall, just outside the glow of its golden enchantment. music floated out warmly, cheerful and unaware, while students spun and laughed beneath drifting snow and starlight. it looked perfect from a distance.

you weren’t sure if you wanted to step back into it or turn around and follow hermione to the dorms. as you shifted your weight, the hem of your dress brushed against your ankles, and you took a slow breath.

“hey.”

the voice made you jump slightly and when you turned, you found harry standing right next to you, hands shoved into his pockets again. “sorry,” he added quickly. “didn’t mean to sneak up on you.”

you shook your head. “it’s alright.”

“i, um… saw edmund.” harry’s voice was careful, like he wasn’t sure if he should say it at all. “in one of the side corridors. he was... uh... definitely not by himself.”

you didn’t say anything, but he rushed on, filling the space. “he was snogging someone. from beauxbatons, i think. blonde, tall, looked like she knew exactly what she was doing.”

you stared past him, lips pressing together. you weren’t surprised. not after seeing them flirting earlier that night, and you almost laughed at how you’d predicted this when talking to hermione earlier. “i’m sorry,” harry spoke in almost whisper, sounding like he meant it.

you let out a quiet breath. “it's fine, i didn’t even want to come with him.”

harry gave a faint, dry laugh. “yeah. i kind of get that.”

you glanced at him, curious despite yourself, your brows furrowed together. he shifted on his feet. “parvati ditched me for some durmstrang bloke. the one with the ponytail and, what I’m assuming are very impressive cheekbones.”

you snorted; it slipped out before you could stop it, causing harry to focus his gaze on you, and you looked at him again, really looked. you could see that same flicker of uncertainty you’d felt earlier. not just his night ruined, him, standing here, trying to decide if it was still worth salvaging. just like you.

“guess we’re in the same boat,” you breathed, not being able to look away from his piercing green eyes.

“yeah,” he replied, his voice a little lighter now. “except… i think ours hasn’t completely sunk yet.”

you raised an eyebrow. “no?”

he shook his head, then held out his hand to you. “dance with me?”

you blinked. for a second, all you could hear was the music filtering through the open doors. you looked at his hand, then at him; his earnest eyes, slightly crooked collar, and that unsure little smile that somehow made you feel steadier.

so, you returned his smile, and took his hand in yours.

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[dearhnymn]

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]

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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Gifsets of Severus Snape

{7/?}

[irrevocableloves]

gold rush

cedric diggory x fem!hufflepuff!reader

taylor swift series: part one

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

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

words: 1.8k

what must it be like to grow up that beautiful?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

knock knock.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

me? but why?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“you’re not even that drunk!”

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

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

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

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

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

“chamomile and honey?”

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

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Karkaroff pulling his ultimate move and T-posing Snape into a corner after he’s had enough of Snape avoiding him during the Tri-Wizard Tournament.

[papervenom]

hand-picked

(a cedric diggory one-shot / post-triwizard selection / requested / insatiable universe)

The bell rang out like an exhale. One long, tired breath that shook loose half the castle. Students spilled from classrooms, laughter echoing against the corridors. You walked beside Harry, Ron, and Hermione, half-listening as Ron ranted about History of Magic being “a medieval torture device in disguise,” but your thoughts were elsewhere.

It had been a long week. Cedric had barely been around, not that you blamed him. Being a Triwizard Champion meant constant demands: interviews, professors pulling him aside between classes, even Professor Sprout keeping him busy with advanced greenhouse projects that took up most of his free time. On top of that, he was still keeping up with his coursework— late-night essays, forgotten textbook readings, scribbled notes in margins he barely had time to revisit.

And everywhere he went now, he was followed.

You’d passed him briefly in the courtyard earlier, only to watch a group of third-years flock toward him, shrieking, asking for autographs. Some didn’t even ask, just shoved quills and bits of parchment into his hands like he owed them something.

He smiled through all of it, polite and calm as ever, but you could tell he was tired. You hadn’t gotten a chance to say hi.

You missed him. Not in a needy way, just in the way that happens when someone you care about starts belonging more to the world than to you.

You were just about to reach the Great Hall when a hush rippled through the crowd like a breeze changing direction.

A first-year let out a tiny gasp. A pair of Ravenclaw girls actually squealed. Then someone whispered, “He’s holding flowers again.”

You turned.

Cedric Diggory stood just inside the entrance, cheeks flushed from the wind, sleeves pushed to his elbows, dirt on his hands— and in those hands, he held a bouquet so breathtaking it didn’t look real. Deep violet blooms shimmered like velvet under starlight, threaded with soft silver-white vines that pulsed faintly, as if alive. Sprigs of tiny golden buds spilled out at the edges, glowing just slightly when they caught the torchlight.

He was scanning the room. And when he found you, his whole face lit up.

“Merlin,” someone whispered. “He’s completely gone for her, isn’t he?”

“Yeah,” another girl sighed. “I’d die happy if Cedric Diggory picked me a bouquet like that even once.”

You barely heard any of it. You were rooted to the floor, stomach fluttering.

He crossed the hall in long strides, murmuring apologies as he passed clusters of students too starstruck to move out of his way. When he reached you, he didn’t even say hello right away.

“Sorry I took so long, princess,” he said, a little breathless. “I was… well.”

He held out the bouquet between you like an offering. “I was thinking of you.”

“These are…” you reached out slowly, fingers brushing petals that were warm to the touch. “Are these heartbloom?”

Cedric nodded, eyes shining. “Rare. Sprout usually doesn’t let anyone touch them. But she’s been letting me work with some of the more temperamental hybrids. She lets me take a few things, says it helps me focus. I’ve been sneaking in early to help pollinate them properly.”

Heartbloom. A magical plant rumored to only open for someone with honest intentions. It was said to pulse in time with the heartbeat of the person it was picked for.

You could feel it now, warm against your palm.

“And those?” you asked, pointing to the silver-white vines.

“Ghostvine,” Cedric said. “Doesn’t grow for just anyone. It’s loyal. Once it’s bonded, it won’t wilt. I-I hoped maybe that would be alright.”

You were still staring at the bouquet when he added, quieter now:

“I just wanted to make something… beautiful. For you.”

Your chest squeezed.

You kissed his cheek before you could second-guess it.

He smiled, not smug. Just soft.

Warm.

Entirely yours.

Ron groaned. Hermione beamed. The world went on around you, but Cedric’s hand found your waist and you felt steady again for the first time in days.

“I can’t believe you picked them,” you whispered.

He leaned in, his voice low by your ear. “I’ll keep picking them,” he said, “as long as you let me.”

The ache in your chest, tight and lonely all day, finally eased. Not gone, but full now. Full of something gentle. Steady. Chosen.

And as you curled your fingers into the folds of his robes, you let yourself breathe him in, cedar and fresh soil and the faint perfume of something rare and blooming, still clinging to his hands. You closed your eyes. You would remember this.

Forever.

♱ 𝔱𝔞𝔤𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱 ♱

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Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire 2005 | dir. Mike Newell

[landonmikaelson]

insp.

[cherry-pop-elf]

He Goes To Another School, I Swear!

Viktor Krum x Reader

With surprise appearance of best friends Golden Trio!

Sum: You always told everyone your boyfriend was Viktor Krum. Of course no one believed you, even with letters from him. Made you a massive target for bullying. Especially for your looks on why ‘anyone in general’ wanted you. Look at their faces when the Tri Wizard Tournament comes.

Warnings: Bullying, Viktor being the biggest himboist sweetheart ever, long distance relationships

“So how’s your ‘boyfriend’ doing? Hm~?” A girl would cackle at you, before throwing a bread roll at your face. Socked you in the nose. Wasn’t like it hurt, but the intent that she wanted it to was what made that sweet biscuit sting.

No one ever believed you that you said Viktor was your boyfriend. All except Harry, Ron, and Hermione. Made sense they would. Harry bloody potter was all three of your’s best friend. They knew you wouldn’t lie, and were there at the Quidditch Cup.

Who do you think was able to give them all free tickets?

Ron, ever the one to defend his friends, was soon standing up. Ready to throw a full on breakfast at the girl, but Hermione had to yank him back down. As if they needed to lose points, but also she needed to distract her own hands from punching someone all the same. She was a lot more subtle with her rage.

“Just ignore them. They are looking for a fight. Don’t give them the time of day.” Harry would try and comfort you, but damn it gets under your skin. You know you shouldn’t care, that they are just bullies. But it’s still a lot to handle. It makes you go crazy. The human brain can only handle so much. Even with the truth is right there, a million lies can bury everything.

Made you lose your appetite. Not even Fred and George’s latest candy inventions could perk you up.

But Dumbledore could.

“Attention everyone, we have a grand announcement to make! This is the year of the Tri-Wizard Tournament. This is also the year that we have been given the grand honor of hosting it here to Hogwarts. Please, everyone, give a roaring applause to the schools that come.”

That had you perk up a bit. You remember Viktor talking about the tournament. You knew he would try and join. He was such a strong, determined, man. Oh your man was perfect in so many ways. Just so kind, loyal, sweet, sensitive, you could go on for hours about him.

But any chance you could, those damn bullies would step in to fight it.

Said bullies were still being annoying, as the Headmaster would tell everyone to give a warm welcome to Durmstrang. Making mocking kissing faces at you, as they cleaned up their makeup. Wanting to look their best. Just made your blood boil, until you heard the doors open.

There you saw him.

Viktor was leading the parade, next to his headmaster, with an expression that could kill. Face stern, cold, and hard. A man that was ready for war. Had all the girls, and guys, just swooning at such raw power he would display to everyone. This being of pure muscle and fight. Truly what a solider is envisioned.

That’s until his eyes locked with yours.

His face was so quick to soften, and a smile broke through the mask of intimidation. Just this childlike glee was filling those dark eyes, and making them come alive. He was so happy to see you. He nearly stumbled over himself, as he was distracted. Had to get a fellow student to bump his hip to get him back in line.

You couldn’t help yourself in a giggle.

Oh how you couldn’t tear your eyes off him, and how he struggled to focus on his performance. Trying so hard to not let you keep him from his calculated movements. It’s hard though. He was utterly smitten by you, after all. He just couldn’t stop throwing eyes your way.

Shame that your bullies were also in that same direction, and figured his puppy dog eyes were for them.

You couldn’t even pay attention to the girls from that French school come in. Your eyes were meant for Viktor, and his yours. It was all returned in his gesture. Smiling, and just utterly drunk in love for you. Oh how his body itched to move away from where he stood. To come your way and sweep you off your feet.

But a solider does what a solider is ordered.

“Please welcome your new fellow students with open arms, everyone. Treat them as you would with your own. Enjoy your dinner everyone. Be kind, be respectful, and be what you are. Students.” Dumbledore would finish, as Mr. Karkaroff finally dismissed the students.

The way he bolted was truly a statement to his seeker abilities.

“VIKTOR-! WHERE ARE YOU GOING?! VIKTOR-!” His fellow Durmstrang students would laugh, as they were very well aware of his pure excitement. His adrenaline just rushing to finally get to you. And NO ONE would get in his way.

Out right said ‘fuck walking around the tables’ he JUMPED from one table to another. Caused quite a scene, and show, but it was entertaining to say the least.

He hadn’t seen you in person in so long. Even the Quidditch Cup wasn’t enough. Could only watch him from the stands, before the Death Eaters showed up. Ruined any chances of you two to hold hands.

Not today.

“INCOMING-!” Harry shouted, as the golden trio made sure to get out of the way. Just in time for you to pretty much be tackled, and scooped into his strong arms. Lifted high into the air like a ballerina, before into a swooping dip. Just so full of kisses.

You swore if he had warn lipstick your face would end up a solid shade.

“VICKY! We’re in public! These are my classmates!” You cackled, as he just wouldn’t stop kissing you. You swore he traded breathing for kisses in that moment. Just unable to let you go, and kept you in a grip like no other. Just kisses, hugs, and Bulgarian chants of pure love.

Your bullies sure were left dropping their goblets at the sight.

“Breathe man, breathe-!” Ron shouted, as he patted the seeker’s back. Just all a cackle with your friends. With Hermione herself smirking, and possibly flipping the assholes off, as Viktor finally calmed down enough to function. Sorta.

You were still in his iron grip, as he snuggled you close. His head buried in your neck, as he kept whispering about how much he missed you and loved you. It was just endless affection, and you were so happy to get it.

“You are playing this up, aren’t you?” You whispered to him, as he gave a deep chuckle into your flesh. Had a shiver run down your body, as he laced his fingers with yours. There to compare hands.

“What? Me? Pretend to act a certain way in the public eye for the paparazzi and reporters to eat up? Never.” He would play his sarcasm well, before he planted another sweet kiss to your cheek. Just left you so giggly, as you two finally sat down. Well, more so you snuggled in his lap as he kept praising you in affection.

The students at Hogwarts sure learned a valuable lesson that day.

Don’t fuck with someone who has a Durmstrang boyfriend.

[junezsq]

so obvious

harry james potter x fem!reader

summary: hermione has always been smart, but you never would’ve thought she’d so quickly figure out who you have a crush on… or were you just being really obvious?

warnings: none!

word count: 1.2k

a/n: p2 of my short 3 part yule ball series!!! i’m so excited to get to the last part you guys have no idea what’s in store xx

── ᵎᵎ ✦

you had always found peace in the hogwarts library, the steady hum of distant whispers and the comforting scent of old parchment enveloping you. the warmth of the room was a stark contrast to the chilly late autumn evening outside, and you couldn’t help but appreciate the cozy atmosphere as you sat hunched over your history of magic essay.

hermione was beside you, quill flying across her paper, writing faster than you could keep up. you had always admired her dedication to getting everything perfect, but tonight, your mind kept wandering. the yule ball was fast approaching, and while everyone else seemed to be preparing for it, you hadn’t given it much thought. that is, until now.

you glanced up from your parchment for a moment, catching sight of harry at a nearby table with ron. the redheads face was scrunched up in confusion as he scanned through a pile of books, while harry was bent over his own work, furrowing his brow, the mess of his hair falling even more haphazardly into his eyes. you couldn’t help but smile at the sight. it was silly, really, but your heart did a little flip in your chest every time you saw him.

hermione’s quill paused as she sensed your distraction. she glanced up from her essay, a knowing look in her eyes. “you’re thinking about something else, aren’t you?”

you blinked, pulling your thoughts back to your paper. “what? no, I’m not.”

“you’re not fooling me, you know.” she raised an eyebrow at you, clearly not buying your response.

“alright, you got me” you let out a small, nervous laugh, fiddling with your quill. eventually you quickly scribbled something about the goblin rebellions; at least you’d gotten something done. hermione raised an eyebrow but didn’t push it. instead, she focused back on her own work, though the flicker of curiosity in her eyes didn’t go unnoticed.

after another moment of silence, you decided to break it. “so," you began casually, tapping your quill against the edge of your parchment, "have you got a date for the yule ball yet?"

hermione paused, her quill hovering over her paper as her gaze flickered toward you. you tried to keep your expression neutral, but the question seemed to make your heart race just a little bit faster. you were fully aware that the yule ball was approaching, and with it, all sorts of questions about who would be attending with whom. you had yet to ask anyone, not that you really had the courage to. hermione, however, seemed unusually quiet at the question. you glanced up at her, surprised to see a faint flush on her cheeks.

"well," her voice was soft and unsure. "i’ve been thinking about it…” she sighed, tapping her quill against her paper. “i don’t know. i haven’t decided yet.” she gave you a playful look. “you’d think i’d have someone in mind by now, but…”

you leaned in, eager for any hint of gossip. “but... what?”

she shrugged, her cheeks tinged pink. “it’s just… complicated. i don’t really know what to do about it.”

“complicated how?”

hermione bit her lip, clearly avoiding a direct answer. “it’s nothing,” she muttered. “i’ll figure it out.”

you smirked, not letting her off the hook so easily. “come on, you can’t just leave me hanging like that. who are we talking about? is it someone i know?”

she shifted in her seat, clearly uncomfortable with how much you were pressing her. “i don’t know. maybe it’s not worth thinking about right now,” she said, but you could tell by the way she was avoiding your gaze that she was hiding something.

“well, I’m not going to stop asking until you tell me.”

hermione smirked, shaking her head. "i’m not telling you unless you tell me about your date first."

your smile faltered, and you quickly tried to divert the conversation. "i — i don’t have one yet" you admitted, your heart skipping a beat as you glanced toward harry again, who was now arguing with ron about some part of the essay.

"i bet you do," hermione pressed, her grin widening. "you’ve been eyeing someone for weeks now."

your face went hot, and you scrambled to find words. "i — i’m not eyeing anyone! i’m just—" you stopped yourself before you said something too embarrassing.

"come on. you can tell me. who’s got your attention?" hermione’s eyes sparkled with mischief, her voice soft but teasing.

you opened your mouth, then closed it again, your thoughts a whirlwind. it was harry, of course. he was the one you were always looking at, the one whose smile could make your heart flutter. but you couldn’t just say that out loud, could you? not when it felt like a secret that was yours and yours alone. especially since you were such close friends, and you couldn’t mess that up.

before you could answer, there was a sudden loud noise; harry, having knocked over a stack of books, was frantically trying to gather them up, and you couldn’t help but laugh, "smooth, harry," you muttered, barely holding in your giggles.

hermione giggled, too, and for a moment, the tension of the conversation melted away. "he’s definitely not the most graceful, is he?" she remarked, eyes twinkling with amusement.

"no," you agreed, unable to suppress your grin. "but it’s... part of his charm, i suppose."

hermione smirked, her voice dropping to a whisper. "well, if you’re not going to ask him to the ball, maybe i should."

you froze, staring at her in horror. "what?"

she burst into laughter, and you quickly realized she was just teasing you. still, you couldn’t shake the heat rising to your cheeks. "i’m only joking," hermione said between giggles, "you like him, don’t you?”

you felt your face heat up instantly. “what? no! i mean, maybe — no, i don’t—” you fumbled over your words, flustered beyond belief.

hermione raised both eyebrows, clearly enjoying your discomfort. “oh, you definitely do. it’s so obvious.”

“you’re impossible.”

“you just need to be brave enough to ask him.” hermione shrugged, clearly not letting you off the hook that easily.

your stomach twisted at the thought. "yeah, right. like i could ever do that."

"you never know unless you try."

you shot her a look, shaking your head. "you’re terrible."

“i’m just giving you some friendly advice.” she grinned. “now, let’s get back to this essay. but... if you do decide to ask harry to the ball, I’m happy to help you practice.”

you sighed dramatically, but secretly, a smile tugged at your lips. hermione’s teasing was both comforting and utterly terrifying. but no matter how much you tried to ignore it, the thought of harry — and the yule ball — lingered in your mind.

as the two of you got back to work, the library’s peaceful ambiance returned, but something had shifted. it was no longer just about finishing the essay. it was about what might come next — what might happen at the yule ball. and maybe, just maybe, you’d find the courage to ask harry. but for now, you were content to sit here, with your friends, in the quiet of the library.

and who knew? maybe this year’s yule ball would turn out to be a lot more interesting than you ever imagined.

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