#cedric diggory drabble

[rottenherbs]

Your Champion

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“THREE” Mr.Weasly started counting down.

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

”TWO!”

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

“ONE”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

”Let the games begin-“

———

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

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

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

But it only brought you and Cedric closer

———

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

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

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

You could’ve sworn he leaned in-

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

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

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

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

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

“Sounds irresponsible” you choked.

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

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

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

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

“Okay.”

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

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

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

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

———-

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

———

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

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

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

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

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

[imagineweasley]

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

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

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

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

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

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

[agreeewrites]

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

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

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

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

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

⋆ and, of course you were.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

⋆ meeting their families was daunting as hell for you.

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

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

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

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

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

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[lov3notts]

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

thank you, love you!! <3

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

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

Cedric was nothing if not persistent.

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

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

But he wasn’t giving up. Not yet.

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

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

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

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

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

Cedric inched the treat closer.

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

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

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

“Nott,” he said tightly, standing up.

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

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

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

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

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

Cedric looked like he might burst into flames.

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

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

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

“She’s just taking her time!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

Cedric looked like he might cry.

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

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

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[hirayalore]

Hi!

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

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

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

Nobody really knew about yours and Cedric’s relationship.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Let them talk. I don’t care.”

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

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

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

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

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

Thankfully, you were right.

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

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

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

“Does Father know about this?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Oh, then are they looking at me?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

But Cedric was wrong.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

****

After his death, nobody saw you again.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I won’t!” You smiled.

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

Cedric’s grave

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

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

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

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

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

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

pairing : Cedric Diggory x female!reader

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

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

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

word count : 3.2k

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It began with the smallest things.

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

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

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

But it wasn’t.

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

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

── .✦

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

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

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

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

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

── .✦

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

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

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

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

── .✦

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

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

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

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

But it was true—he was unraveling.

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

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

── .✦

It all came undone one night under the stars.

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

“Hey,” she said, her voice soft.

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

“Me neither.”

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

“They’re beautiful,” she said.

“So are you,” he said without thinking.

She blinked. “What?”

His eyes met hers. “I said… you are.”

Her breath caught. “Cedric…”

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

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

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

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

The world stilled.

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

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

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

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

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

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

And then—then he kissed her.

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

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

“I love you.”

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

And meant it.

── .✦

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

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

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

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

── .✦

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

── .✦

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

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

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

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

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

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

The effect was immediate.

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

You paused, eyes curious. “Cedric?”

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

You blinked. Then slowly, very slowly, smiled.

“Well now that’s useful information.”

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

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

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

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

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

── .✦

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

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

Because you were.

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

── .✦

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

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

You kissed him again—neck included.

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

This was it.

The love worth waiting for.

── .✦

It started as a game.

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

“Still mad about Michael Corner?”

The poor boy choked on air.

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

It was harmless. Almost.

Until your lips found that spot on his neck again.

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

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

You only smiled. “Doing what, love?”

“That.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You grinned and nosed at his neck again.

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

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

── .✦

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

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

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

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

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

He was doomed. Doomed and in love.

And he wouldn’t have it any other way.

── .✦

It was subtle at first.

Too subtle.

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

He wanted you flustered.

Badly.

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

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

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

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

You arched a brow. “Really?”

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

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

You inhaled sharply.

“Cedric.”

“Yes, darling?”

“You’re playing with fire.”

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

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

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

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

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

With his lips brushing your jaw.

You were doomed.

── .✦

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

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

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

Cedric froze.

You smiled. “Still sensitive?”

He gave a shaky little breath. “Maybe.”

You pressed another, slower kiss just beneath his jaw.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He grinned, then leaned down to your ear.

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

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

Your breath hitched.

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

── .✦

It was only fair you got the final revenge.

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

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

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

── .✦

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

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

He blinked. “What are we doing here?”

You only smiled and tugged him in by the collar.

Then kissed him. Hard.

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

And maybe you did.

“Love,” he breathed, “what—”

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

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

“Merlin,” he gasped, “I—I can’t—”

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

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

Actual. Whimper.

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

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

You smiled, breathless. “Not a chance.”

── .✦

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

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

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

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

You winked at him across the table.

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

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

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

“…No,” he said softly. “I don’t.”

── .✦

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

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

You kissed his cheek. “Still love me?”

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

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

“I’m yours.”

You paused, blinking up at him with wide eyes.

Then whispered, “Forever?”

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

“Forever.”

── .✦

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

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

This was everything.

This was love.

[mistress-riddle]

𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐈𝐃𝐀𝐘. cedric diggory

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

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

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

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

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

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

.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"umm, who's diggory?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

"and i you." you nod in reciprocation.

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

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

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

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

"prick."

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

[btsbabe7]

November Prompt 5: Cuddle

Words: 401 | Pairing: Neville Longbottom x reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Thanks for dinner and for letting me stay.”

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

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

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

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

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

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[deusfoundry]

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

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Golden Era Masterlist

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arranged to love ~ draco malfoy

summary: when arranged to marry draco malfoy, you find yourself falling for him in a game of twisted love

'some mistakes get made, that's alright, that's okay, you can think that you're in love when you're really just engaged'

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the story of us ~ harry potter

summary: you miss him

'i'll tell you i miss you but i don't know how, i've never heard silence quite this loud'

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she's a keeper ~ oliver wood

summary: you and oliver are quidditch rivals, until one day he asks you to hogsmeade

'the boy is divine, boy is mine'

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casual ~ ron weasley

summary: what if you're not just hookup buddies?

'cause we're knee deep in the passenger seat and you're eating me out, is it casual now?'

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all of the girls you've loved before ~ cedric diggory

summary: he invites you to the yule ball

'all of the girls you loved before, made you the one I've fallen for'

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when i kissed the teacher ~ remus lupin

summary: you have feelings for your professor, and it seems like he returns them

'everybody screamed, when I kissed the teacher, and they must have thought they dreamed, when I kissed the teacher'

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dead line~ fred weasley

summary: y/n hasn't been able to get over Fred's death so she calls him one last time, except this time, he picks up.

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

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PART OF FAIRYTALE MASTERLIST

cinderella ~ glass mask - harry potter

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

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

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the little mermaid ~ siren song - draco malfoy

summary: y/n is prepared to do anything, and everything for the boy she loves, even if it means sacrificing everything for the tormented blonde through the glass

'secrets i have held in my heart, are harder to hide than i thought'

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snow white ~ poison my heart - mattheo riddle

summary: after y/n runs away leaving a lover and her past behind, the weasleys take her in. but sometimes only true loves kiss can save the day

'its astronomy, we're 2 worlds apart'

[rottenherbs]

Your Champion (pt.2)

Pairing: C.D x Potter! Reader Tags: Fluff / Forbidden Feelings / Nervous Cedric EEE Summary:: After being unexpectedly chosen as Cedric’s hostage in the Triwizard Tournament’s second task, you recover in the hospital wing, where Cedric nervously asks you something that's on his mind W/C: 2.1k Author's Note: What if i told yall i wrote part three too 0_0 [mastserlist] Much Love, Saige

You weren’t sure what unsettled you more—the thought of being bound beneath the lake or the fact that Cedric had no idea you were his hostage.  

Madam Pomfrey had explained it to you gently, her voice calm as she reassured you that you wouldn’t feel a thing. “It will be like falling asleep,” she had said. “And when you wake, it will all be over.”  

But it wasn’t the sleep that scared you. It was Cedric.  

You knew what the second task required—each champion had to retrieve someone they would “miss the most.” The words had lingered in your mind long after you had been pulled aside and told that you were Cedric’s hostage.  

It didn’t make sense. Sure, you and Cedric were friendly—shared jokes between classes, exchanged glances across the Great Hall, and maybe, just maybe, there had been a moment or two where the air between you felt charged with something more. But surely, there were others he’d miss more. His parents? One of his close friends from Hufflepuff? Cho Chang?  

And yet, the tournament had chosen you.  

You didn’t get the chance to dwell on it. The moment the spell took hold, the world faded, and everything dissolved into quiet nothingness.  

—  

The world was quiet beneath the Black Lake. Cold and dark, the water pressed in from all sides, muffling sound, slowing movement. You drifted in stillness, bound to the stone pillar alongside the other hostages.  

Somewhere in the distance, movement stirred the water. The first champion had arrived.  

A shadow passed through the lake’s dim light—Cedric, swimming with practiced ease. His expression was focused, determined, until his eyes landed on you.  

He froze.  

Even through the rippling water, his shock was evident. You watched as his mouth parted slightly, bubbles escaping as if he had just exhaled in disbelief. His brows furrowed, his grip tightening on his wand. He hadn’t expected to see you here.  

But before he could move, another figure shot through the water—Harry.  

Your brother’s wild black hair floated around his face, his green eyes scanning the hostages frantically. The moment he saw you, his entire body tensed. He kicked toward you immediately, his hand reaching for the ropes that bound you.  

The merpeople moved fast.  

Two of them darted forward, crossing their spears in front of Harry. Their gills fluttered as they shook their heads, their sharp teeth glinting in the dim light.  

Harry’s eyes widened in alarm. He tried to push forward, but the merpeople shoved him back, pointing their spears toward Cedric instead.  

Not his to save.  

Cedric was still staring at you, stunned, but the merpeople’s warning made something click in his expression. The hesitation, the disbelief—it all melted into sharp realization.  

You were his to save.  

Without wasting another second, Cedric surged forward. His hands moved quickly, untying the thick ropes around your wrists and ankles. As the bindings loosened, your body began to drift, but he caught you effortlessly, one arm wrapping around your waist as he turned toward the surface.  

Harry was still there, watching, his expression torn between confusion and something else—something more protective, almost wounded. He hadn’t expected this either.  

But the merpeople didn’t let him interfere.  

With a powerful kick, Cedric pushed off the lakebed, pulling you with him as he swam upward. The cold water rushed past, bubbles trailing behind as he held you close.  

—  

The moment you gasped in air, reality crashed into you. The roar of the crowd, the biting wind against your wet skin, the way your body trembled from the cold.  

And Cedric.  

He was still holding you, keeping you steady in the water. His face was inches from yours, his breath coming fast as he searched your expression.  

“You—” His voice was hoarse, as if he couldn’t quite find the words. “You were—” He still looked shaken, his brows drawn together in disbelief.  

You swallowed hard, your voice barely above a whisper. “They told me beforehand,” you admitted. “I—I knew I’d be your hostage.”  

Cedric exhaled sharply, running a hand through his soaked hair. “I didn’t,” he murmured. His eyes met yours again, something unreadable flickering in them. “I didn’t know it would be you.”  

A sharp splash signaled Harry surfacing beside you. He coughed, shaking water from his face before his gaze snapped to you, frantic. “Are you alright?”  

You nodded, though you weren’t sure how truthful it was. “Yeah. I think so.”  

Harry looked between you and Cedric, his jaw tightening slightly. “Why—” He hesitated, then turned to Cedric. “Why them?”  

Cedric held your gaze for a moment before answering.  

“I—I don’t know.” His voice was quieter now, almost uncertain. But then, after a beat, he added, “But I think… I think I do.”  

The meaning in his words lingered between you, heavy but not unwelcome.  

And despite the cold, despite the exhaustion, warmth curled in your chest. 

-

The warmth of the hospital wing was a sharp contrast to the freezing depths of the Black Lake. The fire crackled softly in the corner, casting a golden glow against the white sheets and polished floors. The beds were lined up in neat rows, each occupied by the hostages and champions, their bodies still recovering from the cold.  

You sat upright in your bed, a heavy blanket draped over your shoulders as Madam Pomfrey bustled around, fussing over each patient. Your limbs still felt sluggish, your skin slightly numb despite the warmth, but the worst of the discomfort had passed.  

It was only now, as the adrenaline wore off, that you truly had time to think.  

Cedric had saved you.  

You still weren’t sure what that meant. You hadn’t been expecting to be his hostage, hadn’t thought the tournament would see you as someone he’d miss the most. And yet, when he had found you beneath the water, the look on his face—the sheer shock, the disbelief—had spoken volumes.  

You weren’t sure how to feel about that.  

The quiet creak of the hospital wing doors pulled you from your thoughts. You turned your head just in time to see Cedric stepping inside.  

His hair was still damp, curling slightly at the ends, and he had changed into warm, dry clothes—his Hufflepuff sweater slightly oversized, the sleeves pushed up to his elbows. His grey eyes scanned the room before landing on you.  

You froze.  

For a moment, he just stood there, as if deciding whether to approach. Then, with quiet steps, he crossed the room and stopped beside your bed.  

“Hey.” His voice was soft, hesitant.  

“Hey,” you murmured back, your fingers tightening around the edge of the blanket.  

Cedric shifted, rubbing the back of his neck. “How are you feeling?”  

“Better,” you admitted. “Still a bit cold, but I think Madam Pomfrey is determined to drown me in hot chocolate before I leave.”  

That earned you a small chuckle, and the sound sent warmth curling through your chest. Then, after a beat of silence, Cedric exhaled.  

“I didn’t know,” he said quietly.  

You looked up at him, your brows knitting together. “Didn’t know what?”  

“That it would be you.” His voice was steady, but there was something in his eyes—something sincere, something open. “When I saw you down there, I—I couldn’t believe it. I thought they had made a mistake.”  

You swallowed. “So did I.”  

Cedric huffed out a small, almost breathless laugh. “Yeah,” he admitted. “But I guess… I guess it wasn’t.”  

The weight of his words settled between you. The tournament had chosen you for a reason. And despite the initial shock, despite the confusion, Cedric hadn’t hesitated to save you.  

You glanced down, fiddling with the edge of your blanket. “Did you mean it?” you asked softly. “When you said you’d miss me the most?”  

Cedric was quiet for a long moment. Then, slowly, he lowered himself onto the edge of your bed, close but not too close, his hands resting on his knees.  

“I think… I didn’t realize it until now,” he admitted. “But yeah. I think I would.”  

Your heart stuttered.  

His gaze was unwavering, his expression open in a way that made your breath catch. You had always known Cedric was kind, had always admired the way he carried himself with quiet confidence. But this—this was different. This was something fragile and unspoken finally being acknowledged.  

After a moment, Cedric offered you a small smile. “At least now I know if I ever need a good excuse to talk to you more, I can just say the tournament made me do it.”  

You laughed, shaking your head. “Is that all it takes?”  

“Maybe.” His smile softened. “Or maybe I just needed a push.”  

The space between you suddenly felt smaller. Not uncomfortable, not uncertain—just something new. Something neither of you had expected, but maybe, just maybe, had been there all along.  

And as Cedric sat beside you, the firelight flickering in his eyes, you realized something:  

You didn’t mind being the person he’d miss the most.  

Not one bit.

You hadn’t realized how much you needed this moment, this quiet connection with Cedric, until it had arrived. But now, as the flickering light cast shadows over the two of you, there was a gentle tension in the air—a shift that you weren’t sure how to navigate.  

Cedric seemed to sense it too. He shifted uncomfortably, his fingers drumming lightly on his knee as he stole a glance at you. He opened his mouth as if to say something, then closed it, clearly unsure. His usual confidence—so natural in everything else—seemed to have faltered just a bit.  

You arched a brow. “Is something wrong?”  

He looked at you, a sheepish smile tugging at his lips. “I—uh—maybe. I mean, no, not really, but…” He paused, clearly struggling with his words.  

You waited, a curious smile playing on your lips. “But?”  

Cedric hesitated, his fingers now fidgeting with the hem of his sleeve. “I just… I don’t want to make things weird, you know? With Harry, especially. He’s your brother, and I—” He let out a frustrated breath. “I just don’t want to upset him.”  

You blinked in surprise, a soft chuckle escaping your lips. “Cedric, are you nervous about Harry?”  

His cheeks flushed slightly, and he scratched the back of his neck, clearly embarrassed. “Well, yeah. I mean…, I don’t want him to think I’m doing something wrong, or—”  

You reached out, placing a hand on his arm. “Cedric, it’s really not a big deal.”  

He stopped talking, and for a moment, just looked at you, his expression a mixture of relief and surprise. “You’re not—upset?”  

You shook your head, your smile widening. “Not at all. It’s your choice, not Harry’s. And to be honest, I think he’d understand. He’s not the type to get upset about something like this.”  

Cedric let out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding, his posture easing. His lips curled into a shy grin. “You’re sure?”  

You nodded. “Positive.”  

There was a beat of silence, the words hanging in the air, before Cedric seemed to find his courage. He leaned in slightly, lowering his voice as though unsure of how to word what he was about to say.  

“Okay,” he began, a slight nervousness lacing his words. “I don’t know if this is… well, if this is too forward or anything, but I really like spending time with you. And I, uh, I was wondering if you’d want to… maybe go out with me sometime?”  

The question hung in the air, Cedric’s eyes searching your face anxiously, as though he expected you to say something that would break the fragile moment.  

You could feel your heart flutter at the simplicity of it, at the way he was almost unsure of himself despite everything.  

You didn’t hesitate. “I’d like that. I think it sounds like a great idea.”  

Cedric blinked, clearly caught off guard by your quick response. “You would?” His voice was almost disbelieving, but his eyes shone with hope.  

You smiled, leaning back against the pillows as you looked at him. “Of course I would. It’s

It’s not every day someone as brave as you asks me out.”

A small, relieved laugh escaped him, and his smile spread wider, more genuine now. “Brave, huh? Well, I guess I’m glad it worked out then.”

He shifted closer, though not too much, respecting the space between you. “So… we’re really doing this?”

“Yeah,” you said softly, meeting his gaze. “We’re really doing this.”

Cedric’s grin softened, and for a moment, you just sat there together, the noise of the hospital wing, the quiet voices from the other beds, all seeming so distant.

It was just you and him, a new chapter starting between you, and neither of you could help but feel like it was the beginning of something wonderful.

[cutielando]

POLL POLL POLL

we're getting there

[sincerely-wyvern]

Because I really wanna write it

Cho/Cedric - Genderbender

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

Ryuu Chang smiled as he watched the bag rip. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[lov3notts]

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

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You’ve always said your cat has taste.

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

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

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

Your cat, apparently.

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

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

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

She didn’t.

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

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

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

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

“She let me sit near her once.”

“She scratched you when you sneezed.”

“That was startling!”

And that’s when you both heard it.

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

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

You blinked.

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

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

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

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

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

Theo scratched under her chin, and her purrs doubled.

You were floored.

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

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

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

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

Theo raised an eyebrow. “Apparently not everyone.”

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

Your cat didn’t move.

Didn’t even flinch.

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

“Oh my god” Cedric said under his breath.

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

“She really just… came up to you?”

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

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

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

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

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

You just stared.

“…You’re not keeping her.”

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

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Okay question I don’t think was ever addressed in canon - we know Cedric was a prefect, after he died did the Hufflepuffs get another prefect?

[godricgryffinsnore]

Welcome to Hogwarts (aka my dream destination) 1991-1998

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Meet the Golden Trio

Harry Potter (aka The Chosen One) : "There's no need to call me 'sir', professor.

Daniel Radcliffe as Harry Potter.

❧ One-Shots

• Enchanted Starlight 𓆩♡𓆪

• Bound By Magic ⚠︎ 𓆩♡𓆪

• Felix Felicis & Far Too Many Kisses 𓆩♡𓆪

• The Heart On The Map 𓆩♡𓆪

• She Came in Like Thunder 𓆩♡𓆪

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Ron Weasley (aka Won-Won) : "She needs to sort out her priorities."

Rupert Grint as Ron Weasley.

❧ One-Shots

• Whispers In The Library (A Romione Fan Fiction) ⚠︎ 𓆩♡𓆪

• Trapped With You (A Romione Fan Fiction) 𓆩♡𓆪

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Hermoine Granger (aka 'mione) : "It's leviOsa, not levioSA!"

Emma Watson as Hermoine Granger.

❧ One-Shots

• Whispers In The Library (A Romione Fan Fiction) ⚠︎ 𓆩♡𓆪

• Trapped With You (A Romione Fan Fiction) 𓆩♡𓆪

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Other than the Golden Trio

Draco Malfoy (aka the blonde ferret) : "My father will hear about this!"

Tom Felton as Draco Malfoy.

❧ One-Shots

• Tethered Hearts .☘︎ ݁˖ 𓆩♡𓆪

• This Was The War .☘︎ ݁˖

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Cedric Diggory (aka our Hufflepuff boy) : "Go on, take it! You saved me! We’ll take it together."

Robert Pattinson as Cedric Diggory.

❧ One-Shots

• The Quiet Between Heartbeats 𓆩♡𓆪

• The Remedy For A Heavy Heart 𓆩♡𓆪

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Fred Weasley (aka the mischievous twin pt.1) : "Time to cause a little mayhem."

James Phelps as Fred Weasley.

❧ One-Shots

• To My Favorite Victim, With Love. 𓆩♡𓆪

• Brains and Bedhead 𓆩♡𓆪

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George Weasley (aka the mischievous twin pt.2) : "We’ve decided we don’t care about getting expelled."

Oliver Phelps as George Weasley.

❧ One-Shots

Nothing to see here, yet <3

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Neville Longbottom (aka our shy cutie) : "It takes a great deal of bravery to stand up to our enemies, but just as much to stand up to our friends."

Mathew Lewis as Neville Longbottom.

❧ One-Shots

• Your Hands, His First Time ⚠︎

• Ashes Don’t Breathe, But You Do .☘︎ ݁˖ 𓆩♡𓆪

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