#cedric diggory fanfic

[urwhorecrux]

Hii! Can I have Cedric body worshipping his shy fem s/o for the first time pls? 💗

love this idea <33

⋆ ˚⁀➷ ₊˚⊹⋆ soft - c.d

pairing. cedric diggory x fem!reader.

summary. first time with your boyfriend, cedric.

warnings. smut, praise kink, p in v, loss of virginity, established relationship.

word count. 916.

a/n. i wish i listened to the request a little bit more, i did first time + praise i hope that's alright? this is also the worst smut fic i've ever written.

You slightly nuzzled into Cedric's neck, slowly loosing you attention span as he went on rambling about his day and quidditch practice. It'd been a long cuddling session after school, a part of your daily routine with Cedric. Today's felt different, something lingered in the air around him, wanting more than to just be by him.

Without a second thought, you cupped his face gently, tilting his jaw to your face and closing the gap by connecting your lips.

He quickly was cut off from his rambling thoughts, now putting an arm around you as he pulled you in by your waist. Dating for a year had always been great, and more than healthy between you two-but you'd never done anything further than making out. Cedric understood you not wanting to rush, and to take things at a comfortable pace.

Now, the kiss was more than heated. your hands slid down his shirt, gently carresing his abs. before it could go further, he slowly pulled away, admiring you with glossy eyes.

"y/n.. I don't want to rush you or-" he was hesitant before you continued smashing his lips onto yours, cutting him off.

"I-i want this now ced, i trust you please.." you placed soft kisses across his jawline, a new and daring move for you.

"are you really sure though love?" he questioned, gently placing kisses across your forehead.

"yea," you nodded shyly, "i only want it to be you".

he gave in, slowly roaming his hands across your body, slowly leaning in capturing your lips, which were now both moving in sync.

he pulled away slowly, going down your neck, sucking gently leaving a small red ring around it. your cheeks slightly became flushed, in nervousness and excitement.

his hands move towards the hem of your shirt, unclasping your bra, discarding everything on the floor.

your hands naturally covered them, you cheeks began heating as you were now exposed for the first time around him.

"fuck baby- so beautiful f'me", "don't need to cover them, 's beautiful" he kissed your lips gently, continuing placing kisses down your breasts, sucking against them lightly while his other hand massages your other one.

"ced, just like that- feels so g-good" you giggle in between your moan, interlocking your hand across his messy hair.

he unlatched his mouth from your tit, pumping his cock that was causing a tent in his boxers, slowly revealing it leaking with precum.

he lets out throaty groans at the feeling of pumping his cock a few times before lining it at your entrance earning a gasp from you. you both felt connected, a new high of a feeling roamed throughout your body.

you dug your nails into his shoulders, nuzzling your face in his neck, shyly covering yourself.

"you alright baby?" he questioned, softly rubbing circles around your back.

"n-no ced don't stop please", you continued, shutting your eyes taking a breath.

"fuck, y'so beautiful baby, feels so good" he groaned.

he slowly let you adjust, groaning at the feeling of you walls clenching around him. you threw your head back in pleasure, as his cock pumped in and out slamming along your walls over again, making you mumble his name into his neck.

"ced-ced, feels so good" you moaned softly at the knot forming in your stomach, scratching his back firmly as he praised and placed kisses across your jawline.

"fuck baby- so tight fuck-" he groaned in your neck, pulsing his cock deeper inside you every second.

you suddenly screamed his name louder, almost louder than expected, him hitting your g-spot repeatedly.

"let it out baby, go ahead love" he circled your clit in eight figures, making your body shiver from the waves of pleasure.

you hid your face in his neck as you rode out your high with each other, his thrusts becoming sloppier as you felt his lips trembling.

"you're so beautiful baby, can't believe I have you all to myself love", he smashed his lips to yours, his cock trembling as it twitches inside you.

he slowly rested his head on your shoulder, panting softly coming down from his high, gently laying on top across your body.

"you alright love?' he smiles widely, gazing at you with soft eyes.

"y-yea ced, just really happy that you're my first" you reconnected your lips with his, interlocking arms before slowly falling to a deep sleep.

[duc-kie]

Cedric x female reader fic where he helps her destress from exams and hw by taking care of her ;) in the prefects bathroom and massages, sweet words, cuddles, and such too

thanks!

I’m so so so sorry I took so long to write this. I hope you like it and can forgive me lmao :)

Cedric x afab!reader fluff and smut

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“fuck!” you groaned throwing your book on the floor and rubbing your eyes. “are you okay baby?” said your boyfriend Cedric looking at you with a concerned look on his face. “yeah it’s just… this test. it’s so hard I don’t understand anything.” you replied looking back at him. he stood up and made his way towards you. “let me take care of you and I can help you study tomorrow.” he replied rubbing your back. you sighed looking up and him. “fine” you said and he immediately picked you up and carried you to the prefects bathroom. he prepared the bath and then helped you strip down. you both got in the warm bath and he pulled you on top of him. you wrapped your arms around his neck and he put his arms around your waist.

you were just laying in the bath cuddling for an hour or two before you decided it’s time to get out. Cedric drained the water and wrapped a towel around his waist. “my shoulders hurt” you said rubbing your shoulders while you were looking at yourself in the mirror. you could see him approaching you and hugging you from behind. “let me massage you, princess” he said while tracing his finders up your sides, stopping when he reached your shoulders. he started gently massaging and rubbing them. you let out a satisfied moan. “oh you REALLY like this don’t you?” he said smirking and looking at your red face in the mirror. you shyly covered your face with your hand but he stopped you. he turned you around and kissed you.

he lifted you up and put you on the counter, not breaking the kiss. he gently spread your legs and took the towel off your still wet body. his head dived down to press a light kiss on your thigh. he continued kissing down your thigh until his lips were touching your heat. his tongue was dancing through your folds making you moan in pleasure. your hands were gripping at his hair and the counter trying to find support. you were getting really close to your high when Cedric stood up and positioned himself in between your legs and pushed in. he was pounding into you, hitting the right spot every single time. it didn’t take long for you to reach your high again and soon you came all over Cedric’s dick while screaming his name. a minute later you felt his hot cum spill inside of you.

“such a good girl” he said while helping you to get off the counter. “I guess we’ll have to take another shower now” he said giving you a playful smile and helping you make your way to the shower. “I feel much better now. thank you.” you said looking him in the eyes while he was preparing the shower, making sure the water temperature is perfect. “I’m glad you are” said Cedric before pulling you in the shower with him and passionately kissing you.

[mirclealignr]

rainy summers | c.d

cedric diggory x reader

requested by anonymous, for mystery drabble event with the prompt ‘where’s my goodnight kiss?’ -> i hope you enjoy this :D

warnings; hair that’s long enough to get in your face, fluff!

word count; 900+

a/n; i’m back bitches and in my gif era for fics again D:

soaked to the bone, you and cedric ran with your hands clasped together towards the castle, summer rain pouring from the heavens above. it had been an unusually warm august, and cedric had planned a small date for the two of you down by the lake; he filled a basket with luscious fruits, treats and pink lemonade before asking if you fancied going for a swim.

neither of you had planned to stay out until the late evening, watching the light bleed into the night sky as the sun set, but you felt so at home spending the day doing nothing but being with cedric. it was only when you noticed dark, brooding clouds in the distance, sure they were to travel close by and release their heavy burden, that you began to think of returning.

now sprinting up to the wooden bridge, which offered you shelter, cedric laughed as he slipped on the drenched grass, his hand gripping yours tighter as he fought for balance.

“hey! don’t take me down with you,” you giggled, stepping into the stone entrance where you could catch your breath.

“like you wouldn’t do the same,” he sniggered, ruffling his hair and shaking his head like a dog.

“Oi!” you laughed, recoiling slightly as the water sprayed from his hair, “watch it.”

“sorry,” he smiled sheepishly, stepping closer to you to cup your face in his hands.

“ugh, move!” some snarky slytherin groaned, who you hadn’t noticed, pushing you out of the way as they led the rest of the quidditch team through.

“wow, they’re pretty dedicated to practice in this weather,” you cocked an eyebrow, pulling cedric back to you by his shirt.

your neck was turned as you watched the line of slytherins trudge down to the quidditch pitch, looking rather glum, and cedric took advantage of the opportunity to kiss your damp neck. his mouth was warm and soft, his breath heating your cool skin as he whispered against it.

“come on,” he said lowly, rising up to your cheek, “i’m getting cold.”

following him along the old bridge and jogging through the small courtyard, the warmth of the castle greeted you like an old friend, caressing you gently from the storm brewing outside.

“do you think it will thunder?” you asked cedric as you descended the stairs, rubbing your damp sleeves over your face.

“dunno,” he shrugged, “maybe.”

he spoke the password to the common room and led you to his dorm, a route you now had memorised like the back of your hand. if he had asked you to lead him blind back to his room from any point in the castle, you could do it—it was all mapped out in your head.

“here,” cedric threw you a hoodie and some old joggers he never wore anymore, mostly because you always wore them so now they felt like yours.

he removed his shirt and grabbed a towel from a nearby chair, drying his hair, face and torso as best he could. as you peeled your wet clothes from your body, your eyes remained fixed to the person in front of you, his subtly defined abs and muscles and the way they stretched as he pulled a new, clean shirt over his head.

“cheeky,” he laughed breathily, catching your lingering stare.

heat rose to your cheeks and you turned away sheepishly, fiddling with your clothes to get undressed and slip into some more comfortable ones, his warm and dry clothes over your body. you felt cedric come up behind you after a moment, resting his head on your shoulder and twisting you from left to right in a rocking motion.

“i don’t mind if you look,” he muttered in your ear, kissing your head.

even though he was yours, sometimes you forgot to remember. sometimes you saw him across the room, laughing with his friends and then catching your eye, and you still turned away from him like you shouldn’t have been looking. cedric would ask sometimes why you would turn away without so much as a smile, as the strange guilt crept up your neck as if you’d been caught doing something you shouldn’t have, but you couldn’t tell him the truth, though you knew he wouldn’t laugh. but he wouldn’t understand.

it didn’t matter though, not really.

“you have to be up early tomorrow,” you reminded him, turning around to press your ear against his chest, “we should go to bed,” his heart thumped.

“i know,” he mumbled in response, letting go of you to walk over to the bed and get comfortable beneath the sheets.

you sighed contently, smiling at the open window cedric hadn’t closed because he knew you liked listening to the rain. climbing into his bed beside him, you snuggled up close and rested your head on his chest where his heart continued to thump, soothing you as it always had done.

“where’s my goodnight kiss?” he asked quietly, stroking your hair, pulling it away from your face.

you giggled, looking up to him—the hand that wasn’t planted in your hair was behind his head, his left elbow pointed to the side. a delicate smile rested upon his lips, waiting patiently to feel yours against his. straining to push yourself up to his face, you gave him a sweet kiss, long enough to leave him satisfied and returned to your comfortable spot on his chest.

“love you,” he said, twirling your hair.

“love you too,” you hugged him tighter.

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[happyhauntt]

OH, CAPTAIN!, a harry potter fic.

─── summary: Megan Wynne Jones wants to be the best. The eldest daughter in a family of muggles, she has always had a strong will. The big sister, the reliable one, she has always been there. Always. Above all, though, she wants to be the best at Quidditch. Megan makes the team in her second year, in the midst of turmoil brewing at home. She might be the youngest on her team, but she’s fast on a broom and quick-thinking. She knows all the plays, she knows how to score. She’s good. One day, she might even be the best. but there’s one person standing in her way: CEDRIC FUCKING DIGGORY. He’s a year older than her, and just a tiny bit better. Their rivalry makes the team better, they push each other to be the best, and as much as she hates him, she admires him, too. When he’s made captain, she admits he deserves it. She’ll get there one day, even if she has to kill him for it. It was a joke, though. She was supposed to earn the captaincy. She was supposed to become better than Cedric, and prove herself as the best. IT WASN’T SUPPOSED TO HAPPEN LIKE THIS.

─── warnings: canon-typical violence, religious trauma, major character deaths and near-deaths, pining in spades, graphic-ish descriptions of injury in later chapters, angst angst angst.

─── fic tag.

CHAPTERS 1-60 POSTED ON AO3, READ HERE.

[aurel1awrites]

𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙎𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙎𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙉𝙚𝙬

“Tatatataaa!” Hagrid sings, putting both of his arms up to present the creature in front of us.

Trotting towards us is what looks like a horse and eagle all at once. It has the body, hind legs, and tail of a horse, but its front legs, wings, and head closely resembles the features of an eagle.

“Isn’t he beautiful?” Hagrid exclaims happily. “This is Buckbeak. He’s a Hippogriff. They’re very proud creatures, Hippogriffs. Yeh don’t want to insult ‘em cause it might just be the last thing yeh do.” 

I watch Buckbeak in awe as he lets out a squawk. He truly is beautiful.

“Right,” Hagrid says eagerly. “Now who wants to go say hello?” 

The whole class backs away fearfully, except me, who take a slight step forward at the beautiful creature.

I turn around to Cedric, exchanging a certain look with him, communicating purely with our eyes. He lets out a heavy breath, mouthing a, ‘Fine,’ before stepping forwards with me.

“Come on, Y/N and Cedric,” Hagrid says happily, waving a big hand for the both of us to come forward.

“If I get eaten by this thing, I’m fully blaming it on you, Adair,” Cedric murmurs out from the corner of his mouth as we slowly approach the beast.

“How will you be able to blame me when you’ve already been eaten?” I grin.

He opens his mouth to shoot back, but Hagrid continues to give us directions, and I press a finger to my mouth.

“You might want to listen or else you’ll be Buckbeak’s lunch, Golden Boy.”

“Make sure yeh wait for the hippogriff to make the first move,” Hagrid instructs. “Yeh first have to bow, an’ if he bows back, then yeh may pet him.”

I lower myself into a polite bow, making direct eye contact with the creature, and trying my best not to break it. I can feel my eyes slowly start to water from refraining from blinking. I always lost to Jeremy at staring contests.

‘Any day now, buddy. I can feel my eyes practically sliding out of my sockets.’

As if reading my mind, the hippogriff cocks his head curiously at us, flapping his wings lightly. He finally lets out a friendly squawk before sinking into a low bow.

“Well done, both of you!” Hagrid exclaims cheerfully, tossing Buckbeak what looks like a dead ferret. “Now yeh can touch him. Pat his beak, go on!”

Cedric and I step closer to the hippogriff, placing our hands on his beak delicately as he nuzzles against us, closing his eyes contentedly. 

“Congrats, you didn’t become hippogriff chow today,” I grin, and Cedric rolls his eyes, but his lips eventually break out into a smile, his dimples popping up.

“Now, are yeh ready to ride him?” Hagrid says.

“What?” I ask blankly. “No– no, I didn’t agree to this–”

But my protests are pointless as Hagrid picks both me and Cedric up easily, and setting me down behind Cedric on top of the hippogriff.

“Hagrid– Hagrid!” I exclaim, but it’s no use.

“Off you two go then!” he cheers, before slapping the animal’s hind-quarters.

Buckbeak shoots off with a jolt, causing me to let out a shriek of panic and settle my arms around Cedric’s waist for security.

My eyes are snapped tightly shut as I can feel the creature take off higher, and wind pulling my hair back.

“Open your eyes, Clever Girl!” Cedric yells out before letting out a whoop of laughter.

I open my eyes a slit, but widen them when I see my view. We’re flying above the forest– what feels like an endless distance of nothing but green trees. At the end of the forest, I can catch a slight glimpse of the gleaming water of the Black Lake. 

I loosen my grip on Cedric’s waist and rest my chin on his shoulder, placing a chaste kiss on his jaw.

“It’s beautiful,” I sigh with ease.

“You’re beautiful,” he replies, before running a hand through his hand nervously.

“Is that you trying to woo me, Diggory?” I grin.

“I think I ‘wooed’ you a long time ago,” he rolls his eyes playfully.

After a few moment of peaceful bliss, Buckbeak decides to land on the edge of the water of the Black Lake, cueing for us to climb off.

I sit down and watch as Cedric grabs a rock, attempting to skip it across the surface of the glimmering water.

He’s not very successful.

“I think you should stick to Quidditch,” I laugh. 

“Very funny,” he says sarcastically, walking back and settling to sit down next to me.

We watch in silence as Buckbeak entertains himself by catching a swimming fish in his beak.

“Y’know– I’ve been thinking–” Cedric says, breaking the silence.

“You think?” I raise an eyebrow. “I didn’t know you had a brain in there, Diggory.”

“Har har,” he rolls his eyes. 

“Tell me what you were thinking about in that handsome brain of yours, Golden Boy,” I grin, resting my face in the palm of my hand.

“I was thinking about how I really want to be your boyfriend.”

His cheeks immediately flush the deepest shade of maroon I’ve ever seen. I can feel my heart practically beat its way out of my chest, a feeling I can’t decide if I hate or love– I settle on love.

I’m such a nervous wreck– never been like this before. I always dreamed of who my future boyfriend would be when I was a little girl, and I never thought it’d go as perfectly as this– with the boy I can see everything with.

“Well, good news for you,” I say, barely getting my words out. “Because I really want to be your girlfriend.”

[shadowbriar]

could you do some writings for cedric please ;(

Series of Pleasant Firsts - Cedric Diggory

Pairing : (F/M) || Cedric Diggory x Reader Word Count : 3k Warning : None. Notes : When the walls between love and friendship starts to crumble, will any of them be brave enough to take the leap of faith and tear it to shambles? Idk how to describe this story. It’s just fluff. Thank you for requesting!

She watches as he tries to break his own record at stone skipping with a wide smile. He’s always been so gifted with outdoor activities. Both muggle and wizard sports, he seems to be a master of it. How his cheeks are always tinted with rose colour from the burn of the sun, his skin gleaming from the sheer layer of sweat. Cedric Diggory is a one beautiful boy, indeed.

She misses this. Spending quality time with him, just the two of them. Having separate houses in Hogwarts were starting to create distance between them. It didn’t help either that the friends they made with were not of the same circle. Him with his popular little Miss and Mister Perfect friends while she finds comfort with the more quiet and reserved flock.

“Come and take a dip with me.” Cedric says with a smile, panting as he takes his top off.

“No.” She says short, looking back to her book “I’d rather stay in the dry area, thank you very much.”

“Oh, come on! You’ve even got your swimsuit on, it’d be a shame to not test it in the water.”

She didn’t budge, glueing her eyes to the pages.

“I promise your book will still be here once we’re done.” Cedric says, taking her book away gently as he tosses it to the picnic basket “Besides, you kind of owe it to this lake. Remember how we would always go here every other weekend? It’s been ages since, so you have to take a dip.”

He didn’t let her have another minute of thoughts as he pulled her by the waist, practically dragging her to the body water. Her scream echoes as he throws her in, soaking her entire body with the cold water. She wanted to be angry at him for not giving her the chance to take her cardigan off but it’s hard to stay mad at him. Especially when his eyes glisten as he chortles like this.

Their smiles bloom even wider as she begins to splash water on him. They playfully drown each other until he admits defeat, evidently letting her win just to please her. Now they’re standing close in front of another with smiles still tucks on their lips, making the most of time to study each other’s features.

A lot has changed in him. Cedric was always a beautiful boy and yet somehow he’s grown even more beautiful as if it was ever possible. His jawline is more defined, cheeks more hollow as he lost his baby fat. It was as if his face was sculpted by a Greek God and Goddesses themselves.

“You’re staring.” He says, biting down a smile.

“So do you.”

“Have I ever told you how pretty you are?”

She blushes.

“Any guy would be lucky to have you.”

And there it is. Any guy. Not I would be lucky to have you.

It’s frustrating at times how gentle and tender Cedric’s gesture could lead her on. There are more than a handful occasions where she could have sworn that he sees her more than a best friend. The way he treats her has changed to how he did when they were still children. To admit embarrassedly, she feels like Cedric is treating her like a lady instead of a mere friend.

A lady he wishes to win their heart.

“Let’s not talk about boys, shall we. I have just enough girlfriends chirping in my ears about them at school.” She says with rolled eyes, walking to the edge of the lake “I’d have my head if you too decide to lecture me about them.”

Cedric smiles, amused as he swims further to the middle “Why, what do your friends talk to you about?”

“You know, how everyone is apparently dating everybody else. How they’ve got their first kisses already and how pleasant a date in Madam Puddifoot’s Tea Shop is. All those sappy things I’m sure your friends are also on about.”

“You say it like it’s a bad thing.” He chuckles lightly “I’m sure they’re not half as bad as you moan them to be.”

“Easy for you to say. You’re always swarmed with beautiful perfect girls who are willing to drop their knickers down for you anytime around the clock. I, on the other hand, am not so lucky with a romantic life.”

“Come on, that’s hardly ever true. I’ve heard a lot of my guy friends talk about you.”

“Well the next time you hear any of them talk about me, do send them my way. I’m tired of waiting for some guy to finally ask me on a date.” She groans, feeling pathetic on herself “I haven’t even had my first kiss yet.”

Cedric raises his brows, “You haven’t had your first kiss?”

“Nope.” She shakes her head, getting off of the lake “Pathetic am I not?”

She walks to their picnic spot, placing her wet cardigan on a tree close by so it could dry. She dries herself with a towel, brows slightly furrows at the sight of Cedric coming out of the lake too. He’s usually not out until the sun’s down.

“I have an idea.” He says, looking quite unsure of himself “But you have to promise me you wouldn’t kill me and throw my body to the lake.”

She raises an eyebrow, “How do you mean?”

“To tell you the truth, I haven’t had my first kiss yet either.” Cedric admits, cheeks looking rosy at the confession “I’ve only lied to my friends so they would get off of my back.”

“Who did you tell them you had your first kiss with?”

“You.”

She went mute. 

The flush on her cheeks are probably more crimson than his now. His eyes were still glued on her, intently examining her reaction. For the first time in her life, she’s seen Cedric being this flustered.

“So seeing that we have a common problem and how I had dragged your name into my lie, I was thinking.. Maybe we could just.. You know, have this over with?”

She blinks rapidly, trying to process his words. He’s still standing there, unnerved. His eyes were still anticipating an answer, fingers fidgeting as he waited patiently for a sign.

She asks hesitantly, “You want to.. Kiss me?”

“Only if you’re fine with it.”

She silently pinch herself, trying to make sure that she wasn’t dreaming. Cedric Diggory is really asking her for a kiss. Though his reasoning is plainly based as a friendly favour, she still finds it hard to accept the fact that he wanted to kiss her.

“Alright.”

He grins, sighing in relief, “Brilliant.”

“So how would we do this?”

“I- I don’t know.” He admits, sounding unsure himself “I mean, we’d just.. You know, kiss.”

“Okay. Of course. Right.” She nods timidly, trying to maintain her composure “Should I keep my eyes open? Or would you find it more comfortable if I close them?”

“Open them, please.” He says softly as he takes a step closer, placing her hand on her jawline “I’d like to see your eyes.”

She nods.

It’s getting harder for her to stay relaxed. With every inch he’s closing in, she finds her body to be more rigid, afraid that one wrong movement would make him pull away and change his mind. She wanted this, Godric knows how badly she’s prayed for this. She could only hope that he wouldn’t hear how loud her heart is thumping right now.

“I’m going in, okay?”

She could only reply with a nod.

She closes her eyes as his warm breathing meets her face. Within seconds she could feel Cedric’s soft lips touching hers, gently brushing over each other. She could feel the electricity jolting through her body with every peck. For a first kiss, he surely knows his way around.

“Wow.” He breathed as he pulled away, eyes still closed as if he tried to cling onto the feelings longer “We should’ve done that sooner.”

“Shut up.”

She shoves his shoulder playfully, trying to hide her tomato face.

The kiss would certainly haunt her mind for days, if not months from now.

“So, uh, we’re still friends, right?” Cedric asks, rubbing his nape “I mean, the kiss.. It didn’t change our friendship anyhow, right?”

She bites down the heartbreak, nodding and smiling instead, “Of course.”

“Brilliant.”

Again, she could have sworn she saw the disappointment reflecting on his eyes. As if he was feeling the very same bitterness she’s feeling right now. But as he said it himself, the kiss changes nothing. They’re still friends. Just like they’ve always been.

Just friends.

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The Hufflepuff boy runs to her, a smile plastered on his face. It seems like he’s been searching for her around the castle with how many beads of sweat trailing his face. His face was slightly red, panting as he tried to control his breathing.

“Hello, there Champion.” She teases, fixing his shawl that was slightly misaligned from all the running “Fancy seeing you here.”

“I’ve been looking for you.” He says in between his pants “You would not believe what has just happened.”

Her brows furrow, intrigued at what he’s saying, “What, what happened?”

“I’ve asked Cho Chang to be my date for the Yule Ball and she said yes!”

The smile on her face starts to dissipate. Her eyes were starting to look blank as she let the words sink in. He’s asked another to be his date. How foolish of her to have expected him to ask her instead.

“That’s brilliant, Ced.” She says with fake excitement, smiling though it could not reach her eyes “I’m very happy for you.”

“Thanks.” He nods, looking proud of himself “I have to be honest with you, I was worried she would’ve said no because I heard Potter was planning to escort her too. Thank Merlin she chose me instead.”

She nods, still forcing a smile, “Good for you, Ced.”

The rest of his words went in and out of her ear with no remark. Only becoming a background noise she tries so hard to quiet down, feeling suffocated at its ringing. Though he’s always been surrounded with girls, there has never been one Cedric was evidently interested in. Everyone just comes and goes, becoming one of the many names mentioned in his stories. 

She’s always known that one day or another she would have to face the day when he would find a girl and have his world gravitate towards her. Leaving her alone as a lost satellite. No matter how much she wanted him to know that he is her sun, she knows that in his universe, she was just another passing star.

“So, uh, how about you? You’re going with McLaggen, so I’ve heard.” Cedric says, bursting her bubble back to reality “I didn’t know you two are close.”

“No, no we’re not.” She says flatly, not looking at him “He’d asked me but I haven’t said yes. I was waiting for someone else but I supposed I’ve hanged McLaggen for too long, I should give his answer now.”

“Wait, you were waiting for someone else?” Cedric asked, stopping their pace “Who?”

“It doesn’t matter, Ced.”

The sparkle on his eyes dulls down as the puzzle clicks, “You were waiting for me, weren’t you?”

“Just forget it. It’s not like we owe each other anything.” She says harshly, her tone coming out a little bit more rude than she intended “Besides, not everything has to be shared with a friend.”

Cedric’s eyebrows rose, looking offended, “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“I’m just saying,” She turns to see him, hands balled into a fist as she tries to control her disappointment that is now transforming into anger “We should stop gatekeeping each other's feelings because it’s getting toxic.”

Cedric was appalled. He doesn’t understand where all her anger was coming from. If anything, he should be the one to be angry at her. She was the one who’s gotten a date first before him. He should be the one saying all these hurtful truths.

“Consider said feelings gone. From now on we don’t know each other.”

She nods, holding in the tears threatening from her eyes, “Done.”

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Ever since their fallout about their Yule Ball date, neither of the two has exchanged a word to another. Still, that does not mean he doesn’t get her full support through his tasks. Her worry was growing deeper and deeper with each task passed. Though Cedric won first place on the second task, knowing how Harry barely got out of the water in time was enough of a nightmare for her to live with.

Screw their argument, she thought. She’d rather have him break her heart daily than to live with the thought of him away, not knowing if he was safe or not. If she has to live the rest of her life with him being oblivious of her feelings then so be it. Any of that would be better than not being able to comfort him when he’s in trouble.

And so she finds herself struggling to meet Cedric. She squeezed herself into the crowd of Champions and their supporters but the blond boy was nowhere to be seen. Perhaps he’s gone elsewhere right after the second task score announcement was made. Helped Cho to get warm or something.

But just before her heart turns desperate, she hears her name being called.

She could recognise his voice anywhere, anytime. Before she could call him back, Cedric has already wrapped his arms around her, engulfing her in a big wet hug as he pulls her close. Her body heat is his only source of warmth, gritting his teeth in coldness as he rests his head on the crook of her neck.

“I was so worried they’d taken you to the lake.” He says, frantically examining her face “Are you alright?”

“I’m fine. It’s you I’m worried about!”

“Merlin.” Cedric sighs in relief, pulling her back close to his chest “They’re trying to get me killed, for real. If not from the tasks then from a heart attack, I swear it.”

“Don’t say things like that.” She protested, feeling scared of the thought “You know I hate it.”

Cedric couldn’t find a word to utter. Instead he just chuckles lightly, tightening his embrace on her. Helga knows how much he misses having her in his arms. He peppers her forehead with kisses, trying to ease both of their worries away.

She didn’t know what happened but the waves of emotions made her cry. The worry, the stress, and frustration of not being able to be there with him has driven her crazy. Now that he’s here, giving her the very embrace she’s longed for, she couldn’t help but to shed a tear or two.

“Hey, listen,” Cedric says, breaking the hug as cups her face, gazing on her eyes deeply “I know that things haven’t been pretty lately and I know I have the bigger part at fault in that, but I really can’t spend another day without you anymore. If you want to hate me, then hate me but hate me close so I can still see and touch you.”

“Ced-”

“No, I’m not done.” He cuts fast, still frantic from the jolt of adrenaline “I know we’ve been friends for as long as I can remember but I’m willing to burn that bridge and build another one with you. I don’t want us to be just friends anymore. I want you to continue being my first. My first friend, my first kiss, my first heartbreak, everything.”

She cries, nodding to his words.

“And if you’d have me, I’d try my best to be your very last. I know we’re still young but being there in the lake- Screw it.”

Spending no other second, he finally seals their lips. The very same feelings they felt years ago when they shared their first kiss by the lake washes over them. In fact, this time the feelings were magnified. Their despair and crave for one another has certainly enhanced their hunger.

She finds herself melting under his touch. Cedric’s kiss was more demanding than she last remembered them. This time he kisses her with greed, trying to make sure that she knows just how aching he is without her. He wanted her to know that she is the only remedy to his thirst.

“Wait,” She says as she breaks the kiss, earning a confused and disappointed look from him “What about Cho?”

“She understands.”

Cedric paid no mind to his words before continuing the kiss. He has certainly found something new he hates most in this entire universe- being interrupted as they kiss.

“Wait, Ced.”

Cedric lets out a huff of exasperation, “What? What is it this time?”

“Mr. Diggory.” An authoritarian voice calls from behind. Cedric has to bite the embarrassment down when he turns to see Professor McGonnagal eyeing them two with her strict eyes “You are expected at the Headmaster’s room along with the other Champions. I’m sure the two of you can continue your business later.”

Cedric nods, pursing his lips in embarrassment, “Yes, Professor.”

Professor McGonnagal gives one last nod before turning her heels to go into the castle.

She has to bite down her laughter as Cedric turns back to see her. Her cheeks were pink, embarrassed yet feeling blissful at the same time.

“I have to go now.” Cedric says softly, smiling yet looking like he wanted to stay “I’ll find you once I’m done.”

She nods, grinning, “Alright.”

“I’ll come back to that.” He says as he plants a chaste kiss to her lips “And that.”

“Just go.” She says with a giggle, smiling in between his kisses.

Cedric smiles, pulling her into another kiss before finally walking away.

She watches as his figure slowly drifts away. Her heart is still swelling from the new reality she’s trying so hard to comprehend. She bites her lower lip, trying to prevent herself from grinning like a lunatic. From then on, she knows that whatever first she has to do, she’s sure that they would only be a series of pleasant firsts with him.

[cannibalizedyke]

hiii!

i was wondering if i could get cedric diggory x fem!ravenclaw!reader + basically just mutual pining until they smell eachother in their amortetia potions or sum?

tysm ❤️❤️

Cedric Diggory was not in love with you. He was perfect, and beautiful, and altogether far too good for average, boring old you. That's what you told yourself when he caught your eye across the classroom, or when his hand lingered on yours far longer than it needed to, or when his cheeks were dusted with a rosy pink when there was no one else around.

No, Cedric Diggory couldn't be in love with you. He couldn't be in love with you because you were in love with him.

You trudged into the potions classroom, prepared for the utter embarrassment Amortentia was going to bring you. The potion smelled of whatever you were attracted to, which in your case was cinnamon, firewood, and chocolate - Cedric. Cedric, who happened to be your partner in potions.

"I want you to describe to your partners what you smell," drawled Snape. "I don't care if it's embarrassing, I don't care if you think it's pointless, it's in the curriculum so you're going to do it."

Grumbles sounded around the classroom, fading into nervous chatter as students embarrassed themselves publicly.

"I'll go first," Cedric offered kindly. He took a deep whiff of the potion. "I smell..." He took another whiff. "It's like a mix of trees, fruit, and flowers." He smiled at you. "Your turn."

You were in shock. The scent he described was exactly the way your perfume smelled. You couldn't deny it anymore. Cedric Diggory was in love with you.

You shook off the thought and smelled the potion. "Cinnamon, firewood, and chocolate." Just as you had expected.

Cedric tilted his head with a confused smile. "That kinda sounds like the way I smell." Then it dawned on him. "Oh."

You smiled shyly. "Yeah..."

Cedric grinned. "I guess I kinda gave myself away too. I basically just smelled your perfume."

You giggled. "So..."

"Do you wanna go to Hogsmeade with me?" Cedric can't stop smiling, and neither can you.

"I would love to."

[vaporwavebeach-writes]

Brawls, Bruises, and New Beginnings

Cedric Diggory x gn! Reader

(1,528 words)

Reader gets into a heated tussle with a bully. You and Cedric exchange a few words while in the hospital wing.

Warnings/Tags: physical fighting, violence, injuries, intrusive thoughts, mentions of an emotionally abusive friendship, love confessions (finally something good!!)

Notes: saw cursed child on broadway and it got me back into my hp interest so obviously I had to write something about it, also we need more tough y/n rep so here’s that, enjoy the fic lol

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“Hey! The fuck did you say?” You snapped, immediately getting to your feet and storming into the face of Millicent Bulstrode.

“Excuse me?” She asked, taken aback.

“Don’t you even start with me, we all heard what you said.” You looked over to Hermione, who seemed to be holding back tears, and then back to Millicent who stared back at you savagely. “Loud and clear.”

Millicent, never moving, stood her ground. “And what is it did I say exactly?” She mocked.

“You tell me, asswipe.” You came closer. You fixed your gaze on Millicent intensely. “Just know that if you say the exact words, you’re in serious shit.”

Millicent took a step back and scoffed. “Well it’s not MY fault the mudblood’s such-” You cut her off by decking her in the face.

“Wrong answer, shithead.”

The group that was beginning to form at the commotion gasped as Millicent stumbled back. After realizing there was an audience, Millicent got up and grabbed you by the collar. “You’re going to regret that!” She growled, throwing you into the ground.

You felt like the wind was knocked out of you as Millicent got on top of you. You could see she was winding up to return the punch. Thinking quickly, you reached up to scratch your nails into her neck. Millicent let out a harsh gasp and gripped at the reddened streaks on her neck. While she was distracted, you made an effort to get back up, but were rammed against a tree when she got her footing, throwing sloppy punches at one another the whole way. Adrenaline ripping through you.

“Is that all you got? Cmon! I like it rough!” You barked out a laugh as her fist repeatedly collided with your face. As you were getting punched, your head began to go fuzzy. You could hardly notice the prefects making their way to the area. It was then that you locked eyes with Cedric Diggory.

In that brief moment you felt weak. It wasn’t the punches or the pain that made you weak, but the look on his face. Were you seriously letting yourself lose a fight? In front of Cedric Diggory? The Cedric Diggory that you befriended and had a crush on for several months? That Cedric Diggory?

With that thought in mind, you brought your knee into Millicent’s stomach, leaving her on the ground with the wind knocked out of her, and you, victorious with a busted lip and several fresh bruises as a trophy.

As if your head wasn’t dizzy enough, Professor Mcgonagall had eventually made her way to you in all the commotion. Her angry scolding only worsened the pounding in your head. You had only managed to comprehend a few words of her rant.

“Detention! And fifty points from BOTH your houses!” Cedric and another girl from his house came forward. “Mr. Diggory, please have yourself and Ms. Abbott escort these two to the infirmary on OPPOSITE ENDS.” And with that, she stormed off.

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The hospital wing was peaceful at dusk. The sun was still up, but down just enough for the sun’s brilliant golden rays to seep in through the windows. It was only you at the moment. Everyone else had left. Millicent had gone a couple hours ago, but Madam Pomfrey had insisted that you stay for the night. She believed you had suffered a minor concussion after getting your head knocked into by the tree. Unable to argue with her, you spent the rest of the day laying in bed staring at the ceiling, alone with your thoughts.

Cedric knew you were a hothead, but what was he going to think of you after this? Truthfully, you didn’t at all regret what you did. Millicent is one of Draco’s cronies who likes to needlessly shit on people for reasons as ridiculous as blood status. Hermione is one of the coolest classmates you know, even if you didn’t talk a lot, seeing her get insulted and get called derogatory names made your blood boil. But did it really make you angry, or were you just looking for a fight? Maybe a little of both.

Or were you?

Maybe, you’re just a violent person. Or perhaps you were looking for every excuse you could to just beat the shit out of her. You liked it, didn’t you? Of course you did. You would gladly do it again. You bet Cedric is gonna think you’re a real piece of shit for this one, huh? There’s no way he’s gonna talk to you or still be your friend after this. Cedric’s a nice boy. He’s so sweet, and kind. He’s the complete opposite of you. Why would such a nice boy ever want to be with a sadistic, violent, hateful-

“Hey there.” His soft voice was able to free you from your intrusive mental prison.

“Hey Cedric,” you sat up, voice full of relief. “Didn’t expect you to be here.”

“I wanted to see how you were feeling, you’re not in too much pain are you?” He asked.

“Not really, just a little sore is all.” You replied. You ran your thumb against your cut up lip and bruised cheek, slightly wincing at light pressure. “At least I got these though, I think they look kinda cool.” You chuckled.

Cedric grinned, “Hermione told me what happened, and I know that as a prefect I’m not really supposed to take sides,” Cedric set himself down of your bed. “But I thought what you did, was admirable.”

You blinked. Admirable? “Really?”

“And I’ll admit, I didn’t know you knew how to fight, especially like that,” Cedric chuckled.

“Thanks,” you grinned. “That’s actually good to hear.”

“Why’s that?” Cedric asked.

“I thought you’d be mad at me,” you looked down, averting his gaze. “You know, for getting needlessly violent.” Looking down at the bruises on your arms, you gently began to trace them. “Usually when I start to get physical, people uh, tend to not wanna be around me anymore.”

“What? Why would you think that?” Cedric asked patiently.

“Because there was this one time with my old muggle friends,” you began. “They didn’t realize that this one girl in the group was a horrible person, draining all of us with her lies and emotional abuse, you know how it is.”

“Not exactly, but please continue.”

You looked up at Cedric, who was listening intently. “Okay, so anyway we were all at a birthday party and she was bugging me all night and then, she got physical with me.” Sitting up, you continued. “Long story short, I defended myself and kicked her ass while doing it, and the rest of the friend group was totally mortified, in that moment, I saw the look in their eyes, and it was fear, anger, or something like that, and I could see that they thought I was fucked up for beating her up even though deep down, we were all her victims.”

You paused, fingers beginning to fidget with your bruises. “Eventually, the rest of us came back together after that whole fiasco and got over it, but at that time, I knew the hurt and lies and manipulation wouldn’t stop unless someone did something about it, but in that moment when I threw that first punch, they couldn’t see that.” You gazed into Cedric’s eyes for a brief moment and saw something you had never seen before: Understanding. Your voice softened, “I didn’t want to lose you like I lost them, not even for a minute like that.”

Cedric’s look of understanding turned compassionate. “I’m sorry.” He said.

“No need to apologize, I mean, I’m sorry I started it, I didn’t have a choice,” You sighed and closed your eyes. “I’m sorry I’m such a shitty person.”

“That’s not true.” You felt Cedric’s hand on yours. “I get it,” he leaned in. “You feel guilty, and it’s understandable.” His thumb began tracing over your bruises, stopping your fidgeting. “You’re not a terrible person for defending others or yourself, it just shows that you are an incredibly strong person who isn’t afraid to stand up for things you believe in.”

“Thanks,” you whispered. “That actually means a lot, and I uh, really do appreciate it.”

“No, thank you,” Cedric leaned in, pressing his lips softly against yours. “Thank you for being so courageous.”

Your heart fluttered in your chest as your lips parted slightly. For a few moments you were motionless, completely surprised, staring at him until your increasing giddiness forced out a giggle. “What was that for?”

“You said you didn’t want to lose me,” He smiled softly, not taking his eyes off yours. “This is my way of showing you that it won’t happen.” Cedric gently took your bandaged hand and interlaced his fingers with yours. “I really like you, you know?”

Your cheeks flushed at the intensity of his gaze. “I’m glad the feeling’s mutual.” You grinned and and wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him into an embrace to kiss him again. This time longer, more passionate, and more gentle, with the added assurance of knowing that despite it all, you wouldn’t lose Cedric.

[clnriswood]

DRACO MALFOY X CEDRIC DIGGORY X READER

Something Different | Part Eleven

a/n: hiatus is finally over and i am so excited to be be writing again hehe! i hope this longggg chapter was worth the wait. prepare for more twists and angst to come! >:)

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It had been nearly a year since the girl had set foot inside the Room of Requirement. Nearly a year since Draco Malfoy had outed Dumbledore’s Army to Professor Umbridge, which Cedric Diggory was sure to point out to the blond the moment they set foot inside their hiding place. This room was different from the version she’d come to know during her lessons with Harry throughout her fifth year. This room was a never-ending sea of cupboards, tables, chairs, and every miscellaneous odd object one could possibly imagine. It was amongst the mess that the girl drifted, coming to a halt only when they were deep enough into the junk that even an uninvited guest would struggle to find them. The unlikely trio slowed, all three eyeing the single squashy sofa chair that sat nestled between a scratched-up desk and rickety stool.

Both boys eyed instinctively moved to give the girl the sofa chair, stepping aside to each of its arms in offer. Awkwardly, the girl pursed her lips and considered her other options. Cautiously, she ran her index finger through a line of thick dust on the nearby abandoned desk. Then, she was hoisting herself up onto it with a shrug. Disgruntled, the boys moved from the chair, Cedric upon the stool, and Malfoy choosing to lean against the empty sofa.

“So,” the girl cleared her throat, an uncomfortable quiet settling over them. “My father,” she turned to Draco. “Tell me.”

Draco’s mouth opened slowly, unsure where to begin.

“He’s alive?” she pressed.

“Yes,” the blond began rather carefully.

“Prove it,” the girl demanded at once.

He couldn’t help it. The Slytherin shook his silver-white strands of hair with a gentle laugh. Cedric didn’t look too pleased about it, or really just the whole ordeal in general, but he was sure to remain well-behaved this time around.

“How very demanding of you,” he noted with his usual edge of flirtatiousness.

The girl didn’t budge. Rather, straight-mouthed, she simply stared with urgent seriousness into the pale boy’s glittering ice-colored eyes. This was no time for his coquettishness.

“Y/N,” Draco’s mouth twisted cooly. “Surely you don’t think it’s that simple?”

“And why not?” she prodded.

“You-Know-Who,” Malfoy elaborated. “He’s very—” he paused, thinking, “—intentional. With his strategy. With what he wants people to know. And what people know right now is that your father is dead. That’s what you believe too, is it not?”

Frustratedly, the girl nodded. “Well, it’s something like that,” she breathed. This was at the bottom of her list of topics she liked to discuss, and it was one she’d kept to herself for the entirety of her life. “My mother died first, as you know.”

She swallowed. Both boys stared at her with a fixated intensity that only made her more anxious.

“They said he did it. My father, of course. Because that same night was when…” she trailed off. 

“Well, I’m sure you’ve both heard it for the last six years anyways,” she clenched her teeth together.

Still unmoving, the pair blinked in silent understanding.

“It was all over the Daily Prophet, what he did. Killing my mother, and then taking out ten muggles with him in what they deemed his horrific Voldemort-affiliated suicide.”  Both boys flinched instinctively at the sound of the wizard’s name. She inhaled a shaky gulp of air. “I was only a child, at the time. Just about Harry’s age, actually. Which is ironic,” she reflected, “because even after knowing of it all, he still… he still wanted to be my friend.” Her lips pursed in quiet contemplation before she continued. “Well, the Ministry notified me about it when it happened. Obviously, I don’t remember it well. He murdered a bunch of muggles during a fire, they said. Only, they didn’t do too much reporting on him after the fact because—”

The word hung in the air for a moment. Because. Draco and Cedric were practically leaning forward into her storm of words now.

“Because they never found a body,” she finished.

“What?” they harmonized.

“It wasn’t reported on,” she sighed. “The Ministry didn’t want to cause an unnecessary panic,” she added. “But I went to the funeral, still. It was just me and a guardian from the orphanage that they’d assigned to me from the home.”

Much like Harry, the girl’s life before Hogwarts was not one she looked back on with particular fondness.

“There was no body,” she finished. “Just an empty casket.”

Her eyes came to Cedric’s, bluish-green and sad, and Draco’s, soft and wide.

“I always just assumed it was true,” she said. “I hoped he was dead. After what he did, how could I let myself think otherwise? But then, after what you said,” she breathed, eyes falling on Draco’s. “Well, I suppose a tiny part of myself always feared it, but I never really believed it. I didn’t want to. But now,” she said, leaning forward onto her knees, “you know something.”

The blond straightened, his mouth drooping, brows creasing.

“I am sorry, Y/N,” he began sincerely, to which she shook her head. “I am,” he repeated, firm this time.

“It can’t possibly have been easy, what you went through,” Cedric added.

The boys looked briefly at each other, an unspoken exchange occurring in their stares.

“Stop,” she raised a hand with a sour-faced scowl. “I don’t want pity from either of you two, okay? I just want to know if it’s true. I need to know where he is.”

The girl turned her legs back towards Draco, sitting more upright. Reluctantly, the blond folded his arms across his chest, his long white fingers curling over the sleeves of his black robes.

“The Death Eaters,” he began. “There are whispers I’ve heard, things my father has told me. You-Know-Who’s Army is stirring. People are—” he stammered “showing up, again. People who were thought to be gone.”

Draco’s gaze turned gentler yet, sympathy swallowing his visage.

“Have you seen him then?” the Hufflepuff responded with a slow suck of air through her teeth. “Is it true?”

The Slytherin’s jaw loosened. His silence reverberated through the room, the fierceness of his gaze so consuming that for a moment it was only him and the girl in there.

“Yes,” he answered quietly. “It’s true. I’ve seen him myself.”

Her heart sank. Sure, he’d claimed it before. But this time she could feel in his words, in those eyes too, that Draco was being honest.

“Well then. I want to see him too,” she decided.

“What?” Cedric interjected at last. “Y/N—”

“I want to know exactly what happened that night,” she fired off before the brunette could get a start. “I want to hear it from his mouth,” she said. “And when he’s done,” she hopped down onto the balls of her feet with a brush of her hair behind her ears, “I’m going to kill him myself.”

Both boys froze. Cedric, a little mortified, and Draco, a little less so. It was the former who spoke first.

“Even if it were true,” Cedric argued, tarnishing Draco’s word as he did, “you’d have to get him in the same room as you. What makes you think he’d even want to do that, for starters?”

Draco Malfoy replied, so quietly that neither of his two listeners heard at first. A moment later, he cleared his throat, jaw hardening.

“He told me so,” the boy uttered, clear as day.

“What? Really? Why?” the questions left the girl’s trembling lips faster than she could process them.

“Yes. And also, I’m not one of them, before you get started,” Draco worded bitterly in Cedric’s direction for good measure. “But yes. He came to Malfoy Manor, over the Summer for one of my father’s so-called ‘meetings.’” His tone shifted displeasingly. “He cornered me one evening asking if I knew you,” he rambled, eyes flickering between the girls.’ “I told him yes. But, really, I didn’t even realize it was him until after he’d gone,” Malfoy worded cautiously. “But, looking back, what unsettles me most is how he seemed so…” his words were swallowed by momentary thought. “He seemed concerned.”

“Concerned?” the girl echoed.

“Yes,” he confirmed hesitantly. Then he added, “for you. He wanted to know,” Draco swallowed “that you were alright.”

Where the girl perhaps should have felt some form of confusion or care, she only felt even more resentful.

“You’re telling the truth?” she interrogated the blond disbelievingly.

“I am,” he bowed his head.

“Swear it,” she commanded with a step closer to him.

Draco appeared increasingly flustered. Cedric straightened as he watched in silence. His mouth loosening, Draco bore his gaze into the face of the girl who had no doubt been hurt and tricked before. She only wanted answers, answers that he alone could give her.

“I swear,” he promised, voice gravelly.

Her eyes welled with the tears she fought back.

“Okay,” she said. “I trust you,” she nodded with a little sniffle. “But I don’t trust him,”

Malfoy nodded understandingly, and he looked desperately as if he wanted to hold her, take her hand, anything. But he didn’t.

“I know,” he phrased, and it was just them again now. “I know.”

The girl allowed herself a moment, nose pointing away as she barred her emotions within the confines of her increasingly tightening chest.

“I still want to see him,” she decided, leaving her intentions intentionally vague for the moment being.

“Y/N,” he shook his head. You have no idea the danger you’d be putting yourself in,” his arms dropped, hands finding their way into his pockets.

“But,” she ignored him, “you do know how then? Is that what you’re saying?”

“Y/N,” his lashes fluttered as he repeated her name, more tenderly this time.

“Answer me,” she said, stepping in closer toward the blonde.

His lips quivered, expression reluctant, but he maintained her stare still.

“Yes,” he sighed. “Hypothetically, yes. There is a way you could speak with him.”

“Excellent,” she perked up. “How?”

Chewing at his cheek, the boy lifted a glittering ring-clad finger to the great big cabinet that stood three feet behind the girl. A vanishing cabinet, she realized at once. One that surely could connect to another outside of the school, with the right tinkering.

“No.”

Cedric’s voice cut through the exchange, quiet but unmistakable.

“No?” the girl spun to face her boyfriend. “What do you mean, no?”

“I mean,” he stood with a shake of his head. “That this is too unsafe. For you, and for everyone in the school. You’d be allowing your father, a killer, a direct path into Hogwarts. Y/N. It’s too dangerous.”

“I could keep it under control,” she objected. “It’s fine.”

“No, it’s selfish,” Cedric corrected.

His words stung, red-hot and foul. For several moments, nobody so much as moved. Fighting back the flurry of emotions that crashed upon her, the girl turned her head ever so slightly. This was becoming too much, and too quickly.

“Y/N, I’m sorry,” Cedric pressed his lips together, breath coming short and frustrated. “I didn’t mean—”

“I think you should go,” she silenced him.

Cedric looked like he’d been slapped across the face. Regret and hurt washed over his flushed and delicately carved cheeks. A lump formed in the boy’s throat as he turned his eyes to the old floorboards with a sorrowful shake of his head that sent brown waves spilling over his brows.

“I—” he tried, his voice awfully raspy as it lowered in plea. “Is that really what you want?”

She could barely look at him now. It’s not like she loved him any less. She knew exactly where he was coming from, and it was a place of love, no doubt. But she also knew that he would never be able to understand what this meant to her, why it mattered.

“It is, yes.”

Cedric didn’t even manage another word this time. Instead, he simply nodded. His eyes drifted from his girlfriend’s to the blond’s, and an instant dislike overwhelmed him. It was to him that he spoke his goodbyes.

“You know this isn’t the right way,” he hardened. “Please,” he bargained. “Don’t. For her.”

But the Slytherin didn't so much as budge.

“This is her life,” he murmured. “Her choice.”.

“She could get hurt—”

“You don’t think I know that?” he spat softly, silencing the Hufflepuff. “I do. Of course I do.” Two searing ice-colored eyes made their way to the girl’s stricken visage. It was her that he spoke to now. “But… I also know what it’s like to not be given a choice,” Malfoy defended quietly, his words heavy with unspoken personal implications. “And so… I won’t be the one to deny her that. I can’t be.”

Cedric, wounded, turned to his best friend with a final heavy breath. But, when she didn’t look back his way, he accepted his loss. Silently, he offered his rival a final lingering glare, one burning with resentment, and then he was gone. It was minutes later, after he’d gone, that Draco finally spoke.

“Are you alright?” his voice came, quiet and unfamiliarly gentle.

At last, the girl was able to meet his eyes again. Only this time there was no pushing back the wave of tears that clung against her reddened stare, or the unbearable tremor of her face as she wiped at it. At first, she tried to croak out something of an “I’m fine,” but after being met with a clearly disbelieving deer-in-the-headlights blink from the blond, she gave in.

“No,” her voice cracked as she ran her tongue over her lips, a strained chuckle escaping her. “I’m not okay.’

She swallowed, allowing herself another glance at the Slytherin. The boy sighed, slow and soft. She could see his fingers curling in his pockets as his tongue ran over his teeth. It was taking every ounce of control he had to maintain his distance, to not bring her close as he wished he could. No, not after she’d made clear the terms of this arrangement. She was not his to hold. But the girl had turned her attention away now and was focusing it instead on the grand cabinet that stood tall behind her.

“Alright,” she spoke to its wooden door. “How do we use this thing?”

…

Nothing said the end of the semester quite like yet another one of Slughorn’s odd and appropriately deemed ‘Slug Club’ events. This time, the frog-like professor had upped the status of his special invites from ice cream party to the real deal. Each of his guests was allowed one date, and of course, Cedric had lasted all of a minute before asking his girlfriend to join him as his official date. At the time, she had only rolled her eyes and scrunched her nose into a laugh that meant ‘yes’, but now, on the evening of its occurrence, the feeling in the air had shifted. Where a lingering excitement had begun to form for, of all things, a Slughorn party, was a newfound uncomfortability that she hadn’t quite figured out how to handle.

That night, as she descended the spinning staircase that led to the Professor’s party, a memory flashed before her eyes. The cream-colored dress she’d worn to Slughorn’s last dinner, the way Cedric’s face looked when he saw her, still clear as day in her vision. And the feeling of his fingers, warm and soft as he held her hand beneath the table. And so, midnight blue dress spilling over the curves of her shoulders and hair meticulously curled to perfection, she urged away her frustration. And, seeing her boyfriend dressed handsomely in a fitted white button-up with a dark blazer to match, she almost forgot entirely. There was that upturn of his full lips and the familiar shine engulfing his eyes, just as he’d looked the last time. It was undeniable in his face — he loved her still as he had then. Maybe more, in fact.

“Hi,” the girl exhaled with a shy smile as she reached the foot of the staircase.

“Hello,” Cedric’s voice rumbled, warm and low. “You look,” he paused, making no effort to hide the stare that traveled from the girl’s eyes to the slit in the side of her dress. “Beautiful,” he finished politely.

“Thanks,” she chuckled, her face flushing. “You don’t look too bad, yourself.”

The smile the boy offered was almost debilitatingly handsome. The two laughed quietly, the sweet moment lingering for a little before being swallowed whole by the silence it left. Nervously, Cedric let his mouth fall open.

“Erm—” he tried through a short breath, “about earlier.”

“Ced,” the girl interjected. “It’s alright.”

Cedric shook his head, gold-brown waves bouncing over his forehead and framing his bewildered gaze handsomely.

“But—”

“Look,” she tried slowly. “Can we just…forget about it? At least for right now? It’s the end of the semester, and a really long one at that” she explained. “And I’m tired, and panicked, and dreading this ordeal, and I just—” she rambled. “I love you.”

Cedric’s ocean eyes widened, his face flooded with relief and pining.

“I love you,” she repeated, stepping in closer to her best friend. She reached each of her palms to his blazer, gripping the boy by each side with an angled stare of her doe eyes at him, which did the job well enough.

“I love you too,” he murmured with a brush of his long fingers through her hair.

The boy’s right hand stopped against her cheek, thumb grazing her skin as he moved his left hand against her hip. For a moment, he only drank her in from a distance, consuming her wholly with a flicker of his eyes across her body. But soon finding himself unable to resist, he was bringing the girl forward with a tug of her face toward his lips. She raised to the tips of her toes to reach him, her left hand curling around the boy’s wrist for support as her lips opened against his with a smile. She could feel the stretch of his mouth, the mirror of his flashing teeth as he laughed warmly into her kiss, his left hand squeezing a little tightly at her waist, and then tighter yet. She paused, a surprised and eager moan of contentment caught in Cedric’s grin.

“Oh, come on. Get a room. Or a broom closet, at least.”

The two untangled themselves at once, spinning around to face their friend and spectator.

“Harry!” Y/N exclaimed with mild horror.

“Y/N!” He exclaimed back casually as if he hadn’t just caught her entangled in a rather passionate kiss with one of his best friends.

“Harry,” Cedric’s mouth went into that lopsided grin of half-embarrassment half-pride. “Good to see you, mate.”

“Was it?” Harry countered jokingly.

The girl pressed her fingertips to her temples with embarrassment.

“Of course,” Cedric huffed smartly. “It’s going to be a wonderful evening, wouldn’t you agree?”

“Ah. Yes.”  Harry forced his lips into a terribly awkward smile of encouragement. “I’m sure you’ll be having a great night.”

“Harry—” the girl straightened with a gawk.

“Yes?” he perked up with a rock forward on its heels. Then, pointing down the hall, he stopped whatever conversation was about to happen. “Well, so unfortunate to cut this short,” he declared. “But my date is arriving so I really best be—” he waved a hand at the blonde girl who stood about thirty feet away from the group.

There was Luna Lovegood, looking as Luna-y as ever in her spindly and sparkly violet dress.

“—best be going,” Harry finished. Then he did a sort of bow goodbye before promptly beginning his sprint away from the caught couple.

“Oh my God,” the girl covered her face in shame once he’d left.

“Oh, come on,” Cedric brushed his fingertips through his girlfriend’s hair as she pressed her forehead to his chest, where she hoped to be buried away from what had just happened.

“Ced. That was terrible,” she moaned into his chest.

“It was funny,” Cedric countered positively, dropping a kiss to her forehead. “Now come on,” he said, “we really have to get going.”

She pulled away, her palms resting against his opened wrists as she pouted up at him.

“Why? What’s the big rush to get to Slughorn’s party?” she asked.

“Oh,” Cedric feigned surprise. “No, not that.” He was barely holding himself together now as he wheezed through his next words. “There’s a broom cupboard,” he offered, “just down the hall.”

“Ced!” she snapped with a disgusted laugh and a smack of her hand to the boy’s chest.

The boy buckled over in laughter as she began her overdramatic storm away from him. He laughed through his pleas for her to come back, all the while.

“I’ll see you at the party!” she called over her shoulder.

“Wait!” he begged as he brought himself upright. “You can’t go running off without me, you’re my date!”

The girl paused, throwing a curtain of curls and a devilish grin over her shoulder.

“Then you had better catch me.”

. . .

The night went oddly, predictably. First, there was Hermione, spending the majority of the event hidden away from frat boy Cormac McLaggen whom she’d invited for some reason. Then there was a very uncomfortable conversation between Y/N, Luna, and Slughorn, in which Luna wound up smacking about the clouds of invisible wrackspurts that she claimed resided before the professor’s bewildered eyes. At one point Harry appeared, muttering something along the lines of ‘setting Snape’s head on fire,’ before whisking away into the crowd. And then there was Cedric, so polite as he chatted up every terribly boring guest who looked his way, his girlfriend an unwilling victim to the dull onslaught of conversations.

It was around the point that she was considering leaving when the girl saw Draco, of all people, amidst the crowd. But what was especially strange about it all was that it was Mr. Filch who was accompanying him, dragging the blond in by the collar of his black suit. Draco’s shoulders were hunched, his eyes glued to the floor with embarrassment. As Filch paraded him before the crowd, the Slytherin’s eyes dared to meet Y/N’s. They widened, then fell once again.

“Found him lurking in this corridor,” Filch declared with a turn to professor Slughorn. “He claims to have been invited to your party.”

“Okay!” Draco snapped, exasperated. His nostrils flared as those searing ice-colored daggers came up to meet his audience. “I was gatecrashing,” he admitted with an ashamed tilt of his head. “Happy?”

“Oh,” Slughorn put his hands on his hips. “Well! I suppose we do have the room, dear boy—” he began “If you’d like to stay—”

But before he could decide, Snape answered.

“I’ll escort him out.”

Two loud footfalls came slowly to a halt as the greasy-haired Professor came to a stop before the blond. Severus Snape bent his sharp nose toward the boy with a flicker of his charcoal black eyes across his guilt-stricken face. Slowly, a sneer curled onto Draco’s lips.

“Certainly, professor,” he hissed lowly.

Nobody dared to move, for a moment.

“Alright! Everyone, carry on, carry on!” Slughorn demanded with a jovial wave of his hands.

A murmur began to fill the room, then a quiet sea of conversation washed its way back to life. But, with no interest in staying anyways, the girl set her sights outside of Slughorn’s party. Without a second glance back, she reached for her wand and glided swiftly from the warm room and its twinkling string lights. Out in the corridor outside, she was surprised to see Harry Potter already standing there, leaning against the wall incredibly conspicuously.

“What are y—” the girl started to speak.

Silencing her, the boy-who-lived raised a finger to his lips in warning. Then he tilted his head to the right. From just around the corner, when it was quiet enough, she could make out Snape’s unpleasant and familiar voice.

“I’m spying on Malfoy,” Harry whispered as the girl approached him. “What are you doing?” he asked after a moment.

She sighed and stood behind him, leaning against the wall as he did.

“Same thing,” she huffed.

“Y/N? Harry?” came Cedric’s warm voice as he too emerged from the gathering.

Both friends silenced him with alarmed eyes and a demanding “SHH!”

“Sorry,” he apologized through a low murmur. “Spying on Draco?” he asked expectedly.

They both nodded.

Eyes rolling, the brunette stuffed two hands into his pockets and padded his way over to the wall, where he would tilt his ear against it as the two before him had. There, the three bent diagonally against the stone, listening as best they could.

“I swore to protect you,” came the sneer of Severus Snape.

“I don’t need your protection,” spat Draco, instantaneously.

The girl felt her stomach lurch with sadness for him. His answer was almost too-predictable. But then he dared to go on.

“I was chosen for this. Out of all others. Me.”

She swallowed, straightening with fear. From either side of her, both boys also shifted nervously at his words.

“I was chosen,” he repeated, crueler this time. “This is my moment. And I won’t fail.”

But it was just one kind of cruelty that she had long since come to recognize in the Slytherin. It bore the same spiteful intonations as the words he used to pridefully spit her way back when he still claimed he resented her. He didn’t mean what he was saying, but his words were laced with the poison of pretending like he did. Whatever was going on, he didn’t want a part of it. She deciphered that much from the quiver of his voice alone.

There was a scuffle of shoes and limbs, and then the heavier set of footsteps, Snape’s, were disappearing down the corridor. But still, Draco remained.

“I knew it,” came Cedric’s voice from behind her. “He’s with them.”

Harry turned. “He hasn’t actually admitted to anything.”

“He’s clearly entangled in something,” Cedric’s brows came together. “What else could it be?”

She could see the boy’s mind racing. She could see that he already knew the answer.

“Stop,” the girl hissed under her breath. “Both of you.”

The boys froze, staring at their friend in bewilderment.

“Can’t you hear he’s hurting?” she said with a gape. “He’s still there,” she waved a hand indicatively. “And he’s not alright.”

“What do you mean?” Harry whispered cluelessly.

“Whatever he’s bound by,” she worded vaguely. “He wants out.”

“Y/N,” Cedric chimed, shaken by her sudden defense of the Slytherin. “He just said this was his moment. He’s said it like it’s an honor, a gift.”

“But what does that even mean?” Harry stated, more to himself than to the Hufflepuffs.

“Sure, he said it,” the girl explained, aggravated. “But can’t you tell he’s lying?”

Two sets of eyes were on her again. And they were looking at her as if she were mad.

A hint of a smile grabbed at Cedric’s lips. “And… you got all of that from… his tone of voice?”

Her nostrils flared. “Yes.”

“Y/N,” he shook his head through a flustered stammer. “How can you blame me for not hearing the lengths you’ll go to in order to defend him?” There was that last word, dusted with salt and familiar bitterness. Him.

“You’re wrong,” the girl shot back, loud enough that her voice was sure to have traveled over to the next corridor. But she didn’t really care now. “And mean.”

Then she spun on her heel, hair flying as she began her march around the corner, her heels bringing a loud attention to her presence as it moved. Any remainder of Cedric’s smile vanished at once. From beside him, Harry’s green eyes widened behind his glasses from second-hand embarrassment. Even he knew he’d missed the mark. Hasteless, both boys scuttled forward to the edge of the wall, close enough to be heard but not seen.

As the girl rounded the corner, she was met with an almost eerie sight. Bathed only in the moonlight that flooded the corridor from a grand arched window, Draco Malfoy was hunched against the hall’s stone pillar, back turned stoically against the light. As the girl’s footsteps sounded, he straightened, and she could make out the familiar silhouette of his side profile as he turned his slender features against the white glow of the night. In his lavish black suit, he seemingly melted into the darkness.

“Y/N,” came the sound of his raspy voice.

He’d been crying, she confirmed silently. There it was in his voice.

“How did you know it was me?” she asked calmly toward him.

He’d guessed it without so much as a glance her way.

“Your shoes,” he murmured, clearing his throat. “Remember?”

Slowing, the girl thought back to the night he’d tried to kiss her, the same night he’d claimed to know her well enough to pick up the distinct sound of her footfalls.

“They have a way they sound,” he explained, his voice rumbling a little more warmly now. “You have a... a way that you walk.”

She swallowed, doing her best to remain composed for him.

“A way that I walk?” the girl mused softly, closing the distance between herself and the blond.

He tensed, alert. “Don’t.”

“What?” she asked softly, approaching the boy still.

“I don’t know what you think you know,” his voice dropped in warning, “but you’d do better to keep your nose out of it.”

“Okay,” his friend said at once. “But I’m not worried about that right now,” she defended, coming to a stop with a white-flag raise of her palms.

Draco didn’t dare to look at her.

“Then what?” he managed quietly.

“I—” the girl paused. She knew well enough that Cedric and Harry would be listening from just around the corner. But kindness was something she could afford to regret. “You,” she decided. “I’m worried about you, Draco.”

“I don’t need your pity,” he shot back at once. Quick and sour, just as he’d sounded a minute ago with Snape, and just as she’d sounded when she told the two boys the same thing earlier that day.

“It’s okay to admit you’re scared,” she tried with a gentle lilt of her voice. “But I…” she stepped forward, “I want to be here for you.”

This was enough. Draco turned his tall and thin frame toward the girl, his piercing ice-colored eyes meeting hers in the moonlight and sending a flurry of emotions crashing over her. The Slytherin's pale brows came together, and she noticed that they framed a reddened pair of eyes that looked even more tired at night than they did in the day. Normally, they would go on do something along the lines of what Cedric called ‘eating her,’ but this time he didn’t allow himself, which he’d gotten marginally better at since his forced acquaintanceship with the boy.

“I don’t need you,” his voice said, and his face lied.

“Let me be here for you,” the girl ignored him, a mere foot from the boy now.

“I don’t—” his lip curled and his nose scrunched, but it was softly that his next words came “—need you.”

“Please,” the girl urged, so badly wanting to make the pain leave him but not knowing how. “Draco,” cracked her voice, making him hurt all the more at the sound.

He didn’t say anything else. Instead, he just stood there, lips trembling as he waited mutely for the thing that would save him. The thing that he wouldn’t say, and all of the things that he wished to but couldn’t. Unsure what else she could do, the girl decidedly closed the space between their bodies and threw her arms around the boy’s neck. She had to practically jump to reach him as her arms curled around him, forcing him to stumble into her desperate embrace. His face had barely made it to her shoulder before he began to cry, and it was so quiet that she could barely hear it. Almost like he’d practiced keeping his cries stifled, she thought.

For a moment his hands stayed stuck between the folds of his pockets, but then, slowly, they lifted. Two hands snaked around the girl’s torso. At first, he just let her hug him, his hands gripped to her in support more than anything else. But then he was sliding his arms up against her back, scooping the girl in closer to his hard chest and clutching him to her like she were his life force. She could feel the curve of his cheek to the side of her neck, could feel his rattling breaths and the tears that caught on the fabric of her midnight-colored dress. She let the edges of her fingertips brush the nape of the boy’s neck. Consciously forcing herself away, she kept them from his hair. Meanwhile, her own locks were tangled in the limbs and tear-stained cheeks of the blond, who held her in absolute silence for almost a minute before letting go.

His nose was red, his eyes, redder. But something of an almost smile traced his mouth. The boy sniffled, face glittering from the light of the moon and stars. This was the first time she’d seen him cry, she realized. And he looked more ethereal than she could’ve imagined. She wondered what his next words would be, but was surprised when they finally came.

“I’m sorry for crashing your party,” he said.

She stepped back, “don’t be.”

Draco Malfoy dared to smile, the emotion looking unfitting on his sallow face. Neither spoke, but both were thinking the same thing.

“I won’t see you until after the holidays,” he worded softly.

This was his way of telling her he would miss her.

“I guess you’re right,” she blinked up at him, her heart racing in her chest.

This was her way of saying the same.

“Well then,” he sighed heavily as a familiar melancholy pulled at his lips. “Merry Christmas, Y/N.”

A steady fall of snow passed the two from outside. The only sound was their breathing and the distant clamor from Slughorn’s festivities. The girl shifted her feet nervously.

“Merry Christmas, Draco.” She nodded, pressing her lips firmly together.

Both were still, neither wanting to be the first to leave. After a few seconds, it was Draco who turned to depart.

“Wait,” she said.

His eyes were back on hers now. He didn’t say a word.

“I’ll be staying with Mr. and Mrs. Diggory,” she said. “If you ever want to reach me.”

Draco Malfoy’s pale face flooded with relief. He opened his mouth to say something, but nothing came out, so he settled instead for a little bow of his head. But that was okay because she understood all the same. His two blue eyes shone with a final look of gratitude, and then he was gone.

The silence that was left in his absence was deafening, and yet the girl was unvexed when she turned and was met with the sight of two boys just down the corridor. There was Harry, looking like he’d just now realized something obvious, and there was Cedric, wrought jealousy woven through his handsome and delicate features.

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pairing. cedric diggory x fem!reader.

warnings. dark themes, smut, degrading names, dom/sub characters, oral, yandere themes, stalking, toxic behavior.

summary. just a blurb, fwb!cedric gets jealous watching you spend time fred, ending in a punishment, making you his.

a/n. little blurb ^_^ ignore how bad my yandere writing is.

Cedric believed the best way to approach being more than friends who fool- or approach an actual relationship with the girl he liked, was by keeping you as far away from Fred as he possibly could.

Now, as you lay across your bed, cedric grasping your thighs around his head, you knew exactly how you ended up here.

No one could argue that you spent as much time with Fred as you did Cedric, the only difference between them was that Cedric craved you more. After cedric noticed you taking an interest in Fred yet still fooling around with him-- he noticed something needed to change.

Thats why you're here- on cedric's tongue, screaming his name constantly almost every second.

He tightened your legs around his neck, grasping the soft skin around your thighs softly but firmly. His tongue continued nibbling at your wet cunt, dark eyes constantly looking up at your flushed, tired out face.

The day had started with him dragging you back to his dorm, establishing you weren't allowed to see Fred anymore- only him. He'd had a dirty dream the night before, after seeing how much of a desperate slut you could be for fred, he couldn't resist.

You weren't allowed to stop until cedric couldn't take it anymore. One of his favorite things in the world was your pussy, so the question was would he every really stop?

You'd already came on his tongue twice. The first one he made you ride his face, your wetness immediately gushing down his face by his fast tongue. The second, now he was painfully teasing you by dragging his tongue across your wet folds, praising you as he tastes every inch of you.

"Mm, you jus' taste so good sweetheart", he groaned, licking your juices around his lips.

"Ced- please..", you whined, voice barely stable, "Please just let me come, baby".

"Mhm, wrong, not yet", he grinned at you, smiling softly against your clit. "should've been good then baby, huh?" he cooed, inserting a finger inside you.

" 'M sorry please, please ced!"

"Mhmm i know baby, can't help but wanna see you spill all over again."

Moments after he nods allowing you to finally let go. Tears of pleasure began flowing down your face, a tight knot begging to form pressure in your stomach.

" I jus' want you all to myself baby', he whispered.

"I know I know, all yours only yours", you nodded.

[duc-kie]

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TW: heavy sexual implications, kissing (neck and face kisses), biting (sexually), falling, breaking the rules, cussing, mentions of an incident involving fire, stripping, borderline groping, brief shortness of breath

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Freyja walked in a surprisingly confident manner through the almost pitch black tunnels. She couldn't wait to see what Cedric had planned for their date. When she arrived in the common rooms, she saw him sitting on the couch, legs spread and arms rested on either side of him, much like he was situated that night at the party. This time, though, he looked peaceful, happy.

She moved to stand in front of him, instantly capturing his attention. His breath hitched as he became enamored by her presence. Everything about her was angelic to him. He couldn't help but to admire how the moonlight reflected onto her glowing skin, the way her normally sharp eyes presented themselves so gently, or the way her body fit so perfectly into her blue miniskirt and semi-low cut white shirt. She started to chuckle to herself, snapping him out of his trance.

"Fuck. Did she catch me?" Cedric thought.

"You're staring, doll," she teased, remembering his words from class weeks ago.

"Am not," he muttered, getting up to nudge her jokingly.

"So, what are we going to do?" Freyja asked. She was eager to find out what he had planned for their date. It was thrilling in a way.

"You'll see. Are you wearing anything under there?"

"Cedric, you little skank," she laughed. Immediately realizing the way in which his question could have been and was interpreted, he turned beet red.

"No, No! Godric, not like that!" he nearly squealed out of embarrassment. Reaching behind Freyja, he grabbed the golden egg he had won off of the old yellow couch adorned with striped black and yellow blankets. "I wanted you to come with me to open this. Honestly, I'm a bit spooked by it."

"You're scared... of an egg? Didn't you fight a dragon?" she questioned, amused that the same man who got burned by a dragon was too afraid to open up a fucking egg.

"Well, I have to open it underwater. I was thinking maybe something freaky is gonna pop out. You know I don't like jump scares."

Grabbing his wrist to exit the common room, she laughed, "I wish the school knew their big and strong Cedric Diggory is scared of water and eggs."

"Well, when you say it like that it makes me sound like a wimp," he partially whined, annoyed that she had successfully injured his ego.

He guided her up the stairs from the kitchen and to the marble staircase where they were met with Filch's god-awful cat. Thanks to a mouse who seemed to garner the attention of Mrs. Norris, they managed to escape and get to the tapestry on the second floor. Slipping inside, they flew up the stairs that led to the fourth floor, but were careful to avoid the trick step. Emerging from the other side of the tapestry, they ran as fast and as quietly as they could to the staircase that finally led them to the fifth floor.

After their rather exciting journey to their destination, they finally arrived in the prefects' bathroom. At first, it looked like any other ordinary bathroom in Hogwarts. However, as soon as they walked to the back of the chamber, they found a large bathtub already filled with water and bubbles, the steam from the water replacing the cold air of the room.

Placing the egg down on the bath's ledge, Cedric reached for the hem of his shirt, pulling it over his head in one swoop. Freyja immediately gasped at the sight of the muscles popping out of his back, and covered her eyes with her hand, fully ready to reprimand him for his actions.

"Cedric Diggory!"

"It's okay, darling. You can look. I know you want to," he teased. He was right. She did want to look. Who wouldn't? However, she resisted the temptation, attempting to keep the situation as platonic as possible.

"Absolutely not!" she scolded, bringing her hand to her hip to get her dramatic point across. Soon after, she heard the water sloshing around. He must've gotten in, which meant he was nearly naked.

"Are you just gonna stand there like a bloody idiot, or are you going to join me?" Cedric asked. She instantly became nervous, knowing she would have to take off her clothes in front of him. Freyja complied with his wishes, nonetheless, and she felt his eyes on her the entire time. He'd seen her in bikinis and swimsuits before, but he had always tried his hardest not to look at her in this way.

I'm not giving any of you a choice. You simply must listen to Stargirl Interlude by The Weeknd while reading this next part.

Carefully, she got in. Cedric reached out to grab her waist to help her but ended up being too abrasive, pulling her body on top of his, and causing her hand to rest against his toned abs. Out of pure embarrassment, she slid her hand up to his shoulder, but this only resulted in a much more intimate moment between the two. Cedric chuckled at her flustered state, admiring how adorable she was when she was embarrassed.

"No need to get all pink, love," he laughed, causing Freyja to giggle as well. Cedric playfully kissed her nose and all over her left cheek. All the while, Freyja was giggling as if she was being tickled. Eventually, he moved to her jaw and her neck, causing her laughing to die down. When he got to the crevice of her collarbone, he made sure to suck on the skin, praying it would leave a mark. Her eyes lulled back at the feeling of his soft lips on her skin. Cedric bit down on her collarbone, thankfully not hard enough to hurt her. In fact, she liked it.

"Cedric...," she trailed off, trying desperately to compose herself.

"Yes, doll?" He answered with faux innocence. He continued to pepper her collarbone with kisses, hands traveling lower and lower until one ghosted over her butt and the other was tightly wrapped around her lower waist. Snaking her hand through his hair, she tore him apart from her body.

She looked into his hungry eyes with his mouth agape and panting like a starved animal. He was shamelessly staring at her lips, moving closer to her face. Before their lips could meet, Freyja put her index finger over his mouth, pushing his face away. Cedric looked utterly feral.

"I think you're a bit distracted, Ced," she whispered through a smile. He latched onto her index finger, bringing the rest of her fingers with it. He kissed each of her knuckles and smiled back at her.

"Can you blame me?" he laughed.

"No. I am quite ravishing, aren't I?" Freyja teased him further. He playfully rolled his eyes at her and reached behind her to grab the egg from the ledge.

They both began to move toward the center of the huge tub. Holding the egg in one hand, Cedric rested his other on Freyja’s forearm and asked, “Are you ready, Frey?”

“Yes, actually. Believe it or not, Ced, not everyone is afraid of eggs,” she replied.

“I can’t imagine how. I’m utterly terrified,” he chuckled. After a quick laugh, Cedric squeezed her arm before they both submerged themselves. Cedric opened the egg, and instead of hearing the horrid screeching, an angelic voice flowed through their ears.

Come seek us where our voices sound,

We cannot sing above the ground,

And while you're searching ponder this;

We've taken what you'll sorely miss,

An hour long you'll have to look,

And to recover what we took,

But past an hour, the prospect's black,

Too late, it's gone, it won't come back.

Finally, when the song was finished, Cedric and Freyja came back up from the water. They were both gasping for air, spitting out the soap from the bubbles that got in their mouths.

“Do you have any idea what that meant?” he asked her.

“Not a clue.”

Next

[liv0nerd101]

Crush

Pairing: Cedric Diggory x reader

Pronouns: She/They

Warnings: none just pure fluff

Trope: Friends to lovers

Word count - 0.7k

reader is a hufflepuff

Cedric's pov

They stood laughing at Malfoy. Couldn't blame them, he was currently a ferret thanks to Mad-eye Moody. The yule ball was approaching. Fast. Lots of people had already asked me but I didn't want them. I wanted her. All of the competitors were expected to have a date for the ball. Normally this wouldn't be an issue but there was something about her. Something that gave me a huge fear of being rejected. The hufflepuff walked up to me with a smile that melted my heart.

"Oh my god Ced," not to mention she was my best friend which made all of this ten times scarier, "bastard finally got what he deserved," they said still laughing. We started walking to our next class.

Y/n's pov

All I could think about for the rest of the day was that snow-white ferret crawling up Goyle's uniform before Prof. Mcgonagall came in to stop it. We finally finished all of our classes and headed down to the common room to study. As soon as we walked in we stopped. It was packed full of students.

"My dorm?"

"Sure," We headed to the prefect's dorms and Cedric snuck me into his. He laid on his bed working on a formula for Potions while I wrote my essay for History of Magic on the small coffee table which took surprisingly less time then I thought. I looked up at the brunette with his brows furrowed at his book. I cleaned up my stuff and shoved it back into my bag and set it on the chair. I laid down next to him and wrapped my arms around his waist. "Take a break, that's not due for another two weeks,"

"But I-" I ripped the book out of his hands and tossed it onto the table then pushed his wand off the bed.

"Nope," I turned around and pulled his arm around me. "Time?"

"Hour till dinner,"

"Nap time then," I could sense him rolling his eyes but he started to get under the blankets anyways. Once we were both snuggled under the covers I backed up into him and started to driff to sleep.

Cedric's pov

This was a horrible time but I had to ask, I couldn't wait any longer. Staring at their figure next to mine was too much. I had to try.

"Hey, uhh do you wanna be my date to the yule ball?" I shut my eyes tightly waiting for their reply.

"I'd thought you'd never ask," I opened my eyes. Did I hear that right? I glanced over at their face. Small smile and eyes closed. She was sleeping. Holy shit. I pulled her closer to my body and fell asleep. When I woke up they were gone. Just a note left on my nightstand saying At dinner.

I walked down to the great hall and sat down next to her. There's no way she actually remembers what she said. "So what colour should I wear?" She leaned her head up against my shoulder and looked up at me with those beautiful e/c eyes.

"What"

"To the Yule Ball," So they do remember. I didn't know what to say.  Y/n, my smart, pretty, kind, funny best friend wanted to go to the ball with me.

Y/n's pov

He sat there staring down at me. He was too cute. "Ced?" He snapped right out of his daze and blushed.

"f/c,"

"Huh?" I lifted my head off his shoulder to get a better look at him.

"You look really good in f/c, you should wear that to the ball," I smiled and grabbed his hand. "Where are we going?"

"You'll see," I took him down to the Black Lake and we sat up against a tree on the beach. I snuggled up next to him and laid my head on him once again.

"Why are w-"

"Shhhh" I pointed to the sun, which was slowly painting the sky with beautiful reds and yellows as it set for the night. Once it was dark we had to go inside and get to the common room before curfew.

Once we made it to the Hufflepuff common room he looked down at me. "What?" He didn't say anything. He just kept staring at me. "Hel-" He cut me off by kissing me.

"Have a good night okay,"

"You too Ced," He left to his room and I left to my dorm. I fell asleep that night knowing it would last forever.

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sry ending is shitty

[aurel1awrites]

𝙎𝙬𝙚𝙚𝙩 𝙆𝙞𝙨𝙨𝙚𝙨

A cute scene from a chapter from my fanfic on wattpad !!

∞

I’m sitting in the library with a pile of books stacked messily on top of one another in front of me. 

I’ve spent my whole afternoon holed up in the library reading all I can possibly find on Slytherin’s history and everything that’s known about the Chamber of Secrets.

Someone pulls out the chair next to me and sits down. Without even having to look up, I already know who it is. 

“Are you following me, Diggory?” I say, still not looking up.

“No, ma’am,” he says, running a hand through his hair. 

“Why do I keep seeing you everywhere I go?” 

“Is that a complaint?” he raises an eyebrow.

“What if it was?”

“Ah, but I know it’s not,” he grins, his prominent dimples appearing. “So what are we reading today, Clever Girl?”

He bends his head to try to look at the cover of the book in my hand.

“Secrets of Slytherin,” he reads with a frown. “Why are you reading that?”

“Because I’m trying to figure something out,” I reply, my eyes still scanning the same line over and over. I haven’t actually absorbed anything that I’ve read since Golden Boy has sat down here.

Cedric shifts my pile of books in front of him, and begins to go through them. I watch out of the corners of my eyes as he reads the title of all of them and picks up a random one and opens it.

“What are you doing?” I ask.

“Reading,” he replies casually.

I snap my book with a sigh, and I watch his lips form a smile.

“Someone’s happy,” I raise an eyebrow. “You’ve finally got my full attention. Satisfied?”

“Oh, very,” he smirks, putting his book down. “You want to finally tell me what’s actually going on?”

“What are you talking about,” I say cooly, my heart hammering inside.

“Well–�� he picks up my book that’s titled, ‘Wizarding Mythologies: The Chamber of Secrets’. “Why are you suddenly interested in the Chamber of Secrets and about Slytherin?”

“Being nosy now, are we?” I say.

“Very,” he nods. “So please tell me.”

So I do. I tell him everything that’s happened since the first day of term. For some reason, I’ve just decided to trust him. When I’m finished, he looks at me like I've just told him some fantasy story.

“Why didn’t you tell me this before?”

“Because it’s not your thing to worry about,” I answer, not meeting his gaze. “It’s not your burden to carry.”

“And it isn’t yours either.”

I finally look up to meet his eyes that are filled with nothing but concern. How could I not fall for him? Sitting this close to him really gives me a chance to examine his features. Every girl in Hogwarts would die to be this close to Cedric Diggory– to be able to sit only a few feet apart and gaze at his beautifully structured face.

“Well, someone needs to stop the heir,” I say quietly. 

“And that isn’t your job,” Cedric responds. “You’re sitting here, cooped up in the library, reading all of this– this bullshit that isn’t your problem to worry about.”

“Let’s go do something,” he stands up, reaching out his hand for me to take.

I look at it for a moment before grabbing it and standing up, following him out of the library.

∞

We end up on the second floor of the castle, in front of the painting of the fruit bowl.

Cedric reaches a hand forward, and tickles the pear on the painting.

The painting swings forwards to reveal the Hogwarts’ kitchens inside.

Inside, there are dozens of house elves bustling around, some cooking, some prepping, and some cleaning.

“Mr. Diggory!” they all exclaim happily when they spot Cedric. 

“Frequent customer here?” I grin.

“I come here sometimes for midnight snacks,” he says with a lopsided smile.

The house-elves rush forwards, all of them taking turns to give him a hug.

“Mr. Diggory has brought a girl!” one of them exclaims.

“Oh and she’s beautiful!”

“Is this your girlfriend, Mr. Diggory?” another one tugs at the hem of Cedric’s jeans.

“Oh no–”

“We’re not–”

“Mr. Diggory’s blushing!” a high-pitched elf exclaims excitedly. “Oh, and what is the Miss’ name?”

“I’m Y/N,” I say, extending a hand, which the elf shakes excitedly. 

“What have you come here for, Mr. Diggory?” 

“Oh, I just wanted to bring Y/N by and show her around… and maybe pick up a few snacks.”

“What would you like today, Mr. Diggory?” A group of elves rush over to several ovens lined against the walls, and pull out different bakery items from each.

Croissants, biscuits, cupcakes, muffins… you name it, they have it all.

“I’ll let Miss Adair pick,” Cedric says with a grin. 

“Wow, what a gentleman you are,” I say, going along with it. “Is this what you do to all of your girls? Bring them to the kitchens and try to woo them?”

“Oh yeah, all of my girls actually,” he nods very seriously. “They love being wooed by the Cedric Diggory.”

“Your ego is as fat as your head, Golden Boy,” I scoff, but can’t help but grin.

“And I’ll take a few biscuits and muffins please,” I say to the elves, who nod eagerly and begin wrapping up a basket of both.

“Good choice,” Cedric grins.

We thank all of the elves before leaving, and Cedric leads the way outside to the Black Lake.

Sitting on the grass, resting our backs against a large shady tree, we watch the sun begin to set, lying right on the horizon.

“These are really good,” I say, holding up a biscuit before taking another bite.

“Now you’re grateful for this frequent customer, aren’t you?” Cedric smirks, pointing at himself.

“I do appreciate his air-head very much,” I nod.

“That air-head just got you a bunch of pastries,” he remarks, raising an eyebrow.

He looks at me for a moment, as if he’s taking in all of my features and really analyzing them. I suddenly feel very self-conscious.

“I never noticed how red your hair actually is,” he comments, looking at my cherry red hair that is now more prominent than ever with the sun beaming down on it.

“It’s fading,” I say, picking up a strand and looking at it.

“Why’d you dye it?” he asks.

“I wanted a change over the summer,” I shrug. “I wanted to try something new. Why– does it look bad?”

“No,” he shakes his head, “Not at all.”

There’s a group of students taking an evening swim in the Black Lake with the Giant Squid.

“Do you want to go for a swim?” Cedric asks, watching me as I watch the group of students.

“No,” I raise an eyebrow. “Where’d you get that?”

“You’ve been watching them for the last three minutes,” he laughs. “They’re going to think you’re a creep.”

“Yeah?” I grin. “Then you’re a creep for watching me, Diggory.”

“How dare you,” he gasps dramatically. “You’ll pay for that, Adair.”

He sets his muffin down and picks me up, running towards the water of the Black Lake.

“WHAT ARE YOU DOING– PUT ME DOWN– CEDRIC DIGGORY– YOU PUT ME DOWN RIGHT NOW—”

Once we’ve finally reached the water, Cedric throws me in gently, and I’m full drenched, in my jeans and everything.

“Cedric Diggory!” I exclaim.

“Yes, that is my name,” he grins mischievously.

“Oh, you’re going to pay for that!” I shake my head, scooping a handful of water in my two hands and throwing it onto him.

He splashes me back, and it begins the war between the two of us, each one trying to get the other more drenched.

I attempt to shove him into the lake, but him being much taller than me gives him an advantage.

Finally, he eventually stumbles into the water, his hair soaking wet.

“Aha!” I exclaim with triumph. “My payback!”

“I actually win,” Cedric grins. “I was the one who got you into the water.”

“You drive me insane, Diggory.” I scoff, shaking my head.

“Yeah?” Cedric smirks, stepping closer. He stops when there’s only a few inches between us. I can count every single freckle that dots his face. “How insane?”

“Out of my mind crazy,” I breathe out. 

He brushes a wet strand of hair away from my face, and cups my cheek.

“I lose my mind over you too, Clever Girl.”

And I do what I should’ve done long ago– what I’ve wanted to do since I stumbled into that compartment on the train.

I kiss Cedric Diggory.

And it’s the best decision I’ve ever made.

[shadowbriar]

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