YOUR EYES GRAZED the instructions on the textbook that laid open in front of you.

you huffed in concentration as your eyes shifted between your cauldron and the photo inked onto the textbook.

draught of living death, as professor slughorn had instructed your class of fifth years to brew. the instructions on the textbook were unclear and vague, adding confusion to your already flustered self.

you attempted to cut the sopophorous bean with the dagger provided but it was like trying to cut through stone.

your eyes felt tired after straining them for the last hour and so you picked your head up from its previous downward position, your joints popping as you did.

you peered over to draco, who was stood opposite of you. his brows were scrunched into a harsh furrow as stirred his cauldron.

draco had been awfully quiet this school year, not that you were really close to him in the first place.

being in the same house and a fellow pure blood slytherin, you and draco never had issues.

he had also been in most of your classes since first year. you weren’t friends per se, acquaintances? maybe.

but it was obvious to all that draco malfoy was no longer the same after the start of sixth year. he used to make obnoxious comments during lessons or outwardly curse at halfbloods and muggle-borns alike.

you figured it was due to the rumours of voldemort’s return that resulted in his sudden change into gloominess.

you didn’t know what to believe of voldemort’s return. on one hand, you didn’t want to believe what potter said because he was potter and you had some unspoken vendetta against him and his obnoxious friends. however, your father, who had fought alongside voldemort during the first wizarding war, had been been acting rather strangely when you returned home during the summer holidays.

nevertheless, those were adult problems you truly couldn’t be bothered to care that much about, you were 16 after all. all you wished to do was kiss boys and gossip.

while draco was right across from you, zabini and goyle were by your sides. they had been your assigned table mates since fourth year. you were usually a talkative bunch, always eager to fool around during lessons. yet draco’s sour mood was quite frankly dampening the mood and you weren’t having any of it.

wanting to cheer draco up and see at least a small smile on his face, you were determined to do something.

blaise and gregory were busy trying to cut their sopophorous beans while draco was staring blankly at the mess of vials and beakers in the middle of the table.

you then crouched down slightly, so your chin was just barely hovering over the surface. you purposefully placed your head in front of the oddly shaped vials and beakers and making silly face through them.

as a result, your reflection through the glasses from draco’s point of view were funny-looking and disproportionate.

“you’re ridiculous,” draco shook his head lightly, the ghost of a smile on his lips.

you could’ve jumped for joy at that but it wasn’t enough.

“oh come on then, give a laugh, would you?” you complained in a slightly whiney voice, rolling your eyes through the glass.

as you were about push yourself up to a fully standing position, you felt someone tap your shoulder rather harshly.

“miss y/l/n, would you wish to shared with me what is so fascinating about those empty vials? surely they cannot be more important than brewing your potion can it?” slughorn told you off in a strict tone.

draco had to bite the inside of his cheek and cover his mouth with his palm to hide the laugh that was threatening to come out.

your face quickly reddened in embarrassment as you muttered a soft apology to the professor, not being able to hold back the eye roll when he walked away to attend to another table of students.

once slughorn was out of earshot, draco pulled his hand away and threw his head back in a chuckle, having to hug the side of his tummy from the tickle of his funny bone.

your jaw dropped at the sheer audacity of the blonde boy.

“oh ha ha, hilarious isn’t it. cannot believe me getting scolded is that funny to you,” you grumbled when draco’s laughter had died down to a soft chuckle.

you frowned teasingly and threw some excess powdered root his way in retaliation.

even though you wanted to be annoyed at him, seeing draco smile for what felt like the first time since fourth year made it utterly impossible to.

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YOU COULD ALMOST feel a pair of eyes on you as you woke up that morning. peeking an eye open, you realised you were right.

‘hey, handsome,” you grinned cheekily and theodore, who was looking at you with a glint in his eyes, supporting his body by resting on his elbow, gave you a soft smile in reply.

you shifted between the sheets and turned your body to the side to have a better look at him, propping yourself up in your elbow like he had and resting your head on your hand.

“staring, aren’t we?” you teased him.

theodore groaned as you noticed the tip of his ears go red. he buried his face between the crook of your neck to hide his blush.

you had slept over in his dorm room after last night’s activities since only you could visit his dorm and not the other way round.

ever since you and theodore started shagging as ‘just friends’, you had created a list of rules of sorts to prevent any conflicts from rising between your purely sexual relationship.

you and theodore had been close friends for years and you didn’t want anything to jeopardise that.

however, there was once when you were far too tired to make the trek back to your dorm and just slept over out of convenience. but one night led to another and here the both of you were, saying a big fuck all to the stupid rules you created months ago.

theodore picked his head up from your neck, “hey, doll?”

“hmm?” you hummed.

“d’you want to stop seeing other people for a while,” theodore suggested, a look of anxiousness on his face.

“yea?” you raised an eyebrow, the smile on your face relieving some of theodore’s nerves.

“yea,” he whispered lowly.

his eyes trailed from the hairs framing your face down to your chapped lips.

“okay,” you replied in a whisper as well, not wanting to ruin the peacefulness that had settled in the dorm room.

you jut your lips out as a silent request for a kiss and theodore met you in the middle. it wasn’t lustful like the kisses the previous night had been.

the kiss was sweet and you never wanted it to end. however, it was quickly short-lived when you were interrupted by the door of the dorm swinging open.

in walked in adrian pucey, a towel around his bare torso and his hair damp, presumably from the shower he had just returned from.

and yea, sure theodore was well fit, but adrian pucey was absolutely ripped.

your eyes naturally scanned adrian’s body as he walked into the dorm room, shutting the door behind him.

theodore immediately noticed this and placed his hands over your eyes, “oi! pucey! put a bloody shirt on would ya?”

adrian rolled his eyes with a knowing smirk and waved theodore off, putting his uniform on.

“bloody knob,” theodore muttered under his breath which resulted in you letting out a chuckle, knowing that theodore and adrian were best mates and this was just the way they were.

you grabbed onto theodore’s wrist and pulled his hands away from your eyes, kissing his palm as you did.

“pucey’s ugly anyway, you’re better looking,” you assured him in a teasing manner.

“hey!” adrian picked his head up from his crouching position where he had been going through his trunk for his textbooks for the day.

“the missus had spoken, sorry pucey,” theodore flipped adrian from across the room.

“alright, i best be off now. i’ll see you in the dining hall?” you swung your legs over theodore’s twin bed and slipped on your shoes.

theodore nodded his head and walked you to the door, his hand on the small of your back.

“bye,” you said, pressing a kiss to his lips before making your way towards to steps that led to the common room.

theodore shut the door with a dopey smile on his face.

“awh mate, you are pussy whipped,” adrian shook his head, which earned him a pillow to the face.

that was thursday and it was now saturday. you were having breakfast with theodore and adrian in the great hall.

“doll, d’you want to go to hogsmeade later?” theodore asked.

“oh…no thank you, i’ve got arithmancy homework to catch up on,” you shook your head sorrily.

“that’s alright,” he kissed the side of your head and kicked adrian under the table to get his attention, “butterbeer later?”

“nah, i’ve got detention with snape. you could ask bletchley and them lot?” adrian suggested and theodore agreed, deciding he would check in with the rest of the quidditch members if they wanted to visit the three broomsticks together.

miles, theodore, terry, and graham downed their drinks and chatted about school and whatnot.

“hey, you lot mind if we go to spintwiches? i need new gloves,” miles asked the table and the other three boys agreed.

the four boys made their way to spintwiches and walked through the aisles. they paid for their shopping respectively and began the walk back to the assembly area to take the carriage back to the castle.

“ah shit, i left my wand spintwiches,” theodore patted his pockets and realised that he had left it by the till of the shop, “you guys go ahead, i’ll hurry back and go get it.”

when theodore was walking towards the sporting goods shop when he saw you through the windows.

you were talking animatedly to someone. he was confused at first as to why you were in hogsmeade considering how you said you were busy but he brushed it off as you having finished your homework early.

he smiled to himself as he saw you throw your head back in a laugh, thinking how that must be the most adorable sight he has ever laid his eyes upon.

as he walked down the cobbled pavement closer to the shop, he realised that the person you were talking to was none other than adrian.

he saw you hold adrian’s hands in yours before dropping it and flinging your arms around his neck to pull him into a tight hug.

at your affection towards his best mate, all theodore saw was red. he couldn’t believe his eyes.

he could almost scoff at how the two people he cared most about the world would betray his trust like that.

never would he have thought that you would go behind his back and fuck around with his best mate of all people.

and never would he have thought that adrian, his friend of seven years, would go about and mess with the only girl he had ever felt this deeply for.

you and theodore had even agreed to stop seeing other people this morning.

theodore’s jaw ticked as anger and hurt surged through his veins.

fuck you. and fuck adrian pucey.

if only theodore had stepped into the actual shop, where he would have found out that you were actually talking to two people, and not just one. the other person you had been talking to was not visible as they had been standing behind a stack of boxes by the front windows.

theodore’s birthday was tomorrow and you were stumped on what to get him.

you then remembered that he had been complaining about how he was sick of using the school-issued brooms.

as such, you decided that you would gift him his own broom for his birthday.

but if you wanted it to be a surprise, you couldn’t get it if you were out with him. thus, you had to come with with a half-arse excuse on why you couldn’t visit hogsmeade with him that saturday.

you left the castle and hopped onto one of the last few carriages leaving hogwarts, less you run into him and ruin your planned surprise since most of the students would have returned to the castle by now.

you discreetly made the way to spintwiches and whilst paying for the broom and discussed with mr turner, the owner of the shop, how you wished for the broom to be wrapped, the bell that was attached the the entrance chimed.

you and mr turner turned your heads towards the entrance and you saw adrian and charlotte walk in, hand in hand.

“hi!” you waved to the couple and walked towards them.

charlotte, adrian’s girlfriend of almost two years now, was in hufflepuff. they both had the mutual decision to keep their relationship to themselves to save the hassle of the backlash they knew they would receive for their interhouse relationship. especially since how both of them were on their house’s quidditch teams.

in fact, you weren’t even supposed to find out. you had been doing your prefect rounds for the night when you had caught them in a very languid kiss by the courtyard. the couple trusted you in keeping their secret and you were honoured to be the only person who knew.

you kept that secret with your whole heart, not even telling theodore.

“hiya y/n,” charlotte waved back.

the couple told you that they too, had caught the last few carriages since they knew that was when hogsmeade was the least busiest. charlotte was due of new quidditch socks and that was why they found themselves in spintwiches.

you then told them how you were purchasing theodore’s birthday gift, hence why you had lied about not being able to visit hogsmeade with him today.

“we’ve been together for ages and never once have you gotten me a broom. i would look good on a firebolt wouldn’t i?” adrian teased charlotte.

rolling her eyes, charlotte whacked theodore in the back of his head.

you threw you head back as you laughed at the interaction.

as charlotte placed her hand back towards her sides, you noticed the glittering of a ring on her finger.

“no…” your jaw dropped as you quickly grabbed charlotte’s hand, inspecting the diamond ring.

“no fucking way…” you dropped charlotte’s hand and picked adrian’s up to look at the silver band on his left hand.

“you guys!” you squealed and flung your arms around adrian’s neck hugging him tightly. after letting go, you turned to charlotte to give her an equally loving hug.

“oh my god!” you squealed once more for good measure, “when did this happen?”

you and charlotte chatted all the way back to the castle, you forcing her to tell you everything about how adrian proposed and how they planned on hacing their wedding in december after you graduated in june. poor adrian was stuck lugging both of your shopping as he trailed behind you two.

theodore wasn’t anywhere to be found during dinner and you were utterly confused.

but as you scanned the rest of the slytherin table, you realised that none of the boys theodore had gone to hogsmeade with were at dinner either.

you guessed that they have gone for some extra quidditch practice, since it was not uncommon for them to do so.

you walked back to the dorms with your friends hoping to catch theodore on the way back or in his dorm room.

much to your dismay, even when you had briskly walked past the empty quidditch pitch and knocked on his dorm door only to have graham tell you that they hadn’t seen theodore since he separated from them at hogsmeade, you still had not found theodore.

it was getting rather late and you decided to turn it for the night so you could wake up early tomorrow and surprise theodore with his birthday gift.

you woke up on theodore’s birthday bright and early, freshly showered and dressed with the handwritten card in one hand and the nicely wrapped broom in the other.

you knocked on theodore’s dorm door excitedly and was greeted by montague.

“y/n?” graham furrowed his brows and the greeting sounded more like a question than a statement, “aren’t you there..?” the brunette pointed to theodore’s bed.

you were too excited and barged into the room that you hadn’t registered what graham had said.

the commotion had woken theodore up, he rubbed at his eyes and leaned against his headboard. his sudden movement caused the y/h/c girl laying next to him to shift awake as well.

the moment your eyes laid upon the disheveled girl in theodore’s bed who was definitely not you, you dropped the gift and card onto the floor the wind knocked out of you.

your lip quivered and hot tears filled your eyes, “what the fuck, theodore?”

theodore frowned at you and stood up from his bed, a scoff leaving his lips.

“you don’t get to fucking cry and throw a pity party y/n. you were the one who was fucking around with pucey behind my back first. fucking slut.” theodore spat with more hatred laced in his voice than you had ever heard.

not once had he spoken to you in this manner and it felt like lacerations burning onto your skin as you were put on the back end of his tone.

“w-what are you talking about?” you croaked.

“don’t play coy, doll,” the usage of the pet name would’ve made butterflies erupt in your belly if it weren’t for the sarcasm in theodore voice, “i saw you with pucey at spintwiches yesterday after you lied to my fucking face. do you take me as some type of joke? am i stupid to you?”

“what? adrian and i-we aren’t-” you spluttered, trying to explain what really happened but you didn’t want to out charlotte and adrian, it wasn’t your place to do so.

“fuck off y/n. fuck you.” theodore sneered.

your eyes drifted to the girl in theodore’s bed as she let out a loud laugh at theodore’s words.

you dashed out of theodore’s dorm in a heap of tears.

adrian, who was leaning against the open door frame had witnessed the whole interaction.

“mate, what the fuck? adrian shoved theodore in the shoulder.

“fuck you pucey,” theodore went in for a punch when adrian quickly stopped it, since he was physically bigger than theodore after all.

theodore struggled against adrian’s grip but he was far weaker to break out of it.

“you done?” adrian glared and when theodore was too tired to resist, pucey pushed theodore back onto his bed so that he was sitting on the edge of it.

adrian snapped his fingers at the girl who was still laying amongst the green accented sheets, “out,” he demanded, pointing towards to door.

adrian was usually a respectful gentleman. but he was so annoyed at the way theodore had berated you that the girl that theodore had shagged last night was the last thing on his mind.

“you’re a dickhead, you know that?” adrian scolded as he dug through his nightstand and pulled out what he was looking for.

“yesterday, my fiancée and i were at hogsmeade when we ran into y/n and spintwiches. she was congratulating us.” adrian held the wedding band in front of theodore’s face, “y/n was the only person who knew about charlotte and i and she did a damn well job keeping the secret for our sake.”

“y/n was there trying to get you a broom to surprise you today with. but you were too far in your head being a grade a asshole and made a stupid assumption.” adrian shook his head disappointedly, “i don’t even know who you are anymore.”

adrian threw on his jumper and left the dorm, making the effort to slam the door behind him.

“oh, lovey,” charlotte consoled you and ran her hands down your hair soothingly.

you had been running through the corridors when charlotte had spotted your red eyes and hunched figure. she pulled you into a more secluded corner of the corridor.

in broken sobs and a heaving chest, you explained what had happened with theodore.

you felt like your heart had been torn out of your body and stomped on.

you thought that theodore would have trusted you enough to not jump to conclusions that quickly. not only that, he had betrayed you trust.

you didn't think you could ever forgive theodore for what he had done.

the next few days, charlotte and adrian took turns looking out for you since they didn't want to be seen together.

theodore had been harassing your dorm mates and your slytherin friends but you had begged them not to tell him of your whereabouts. luckily, they were more trustworthy than theodore by the tenfold.

you also hadn't returned to the slytherin common room to prevent running into theodore. since most of the students in your year were either gryffindor or slytherin, it meant that charlotte's dorm had multiple unoccupied beds.

the hufflepuffs didn't seem to mind your presence in the hufflepuff commons either. damn their naturally good-hearts.

she had nicely offered you a space in her dorm which you accepted with no hesitation. your dorm mates had kindly packed your things for you so you had clothes to change into and the proper books for your lessons.

the hardest part of avoiding theodore was during lessons. luckily, theodore was not in most of the classes you had chose to taken, save for potions and charms since they were the two most common subjects.

you would purposefully enter the classroom a few seconds before the class started to prevent theodore from trying to talk to you. and once you were dismissed by the professor, you would stuff your books and parchment in your book bag and rush out the classroom where adrian or charlotte would already be waiting for you.

despite your fruitful attempts, there was once when adrian was held back while in transfiguration by mcgonagall and you had to walk to your next class alone.

you ducked your head and weaved through the crowded corridor of students when you felt someone tug on you wrist, halting your movements.

"y/n, please," the familiar voice begged.

you let out a sigh and turned around, trying to pull your wrist out of theodore's grip.

your eyes were averting his gaze as best as you could, theodore's askew tie suddenly the most fascinating thing in the world. the last thing you wanted was to look into theodore's hazel eyes.

truthfully, that was the reason why you had been avoiding him like the plague. you knew that just once look into his soft eyes that you would forgive him in a heartbeat.

you had always harboured feelings for theodore since you had first became friends in first year but he was such a close friend that you always dismissed it as just a schoolgirl fancy.

becoming friends with benefits with theodore allowed you to connect with him in the most intimate way humanly possible. you got to see a different side of the brunette that you had never seen before.

and fuck, you found yourself slowly falling for him on a deeper level.

"i'm sorry, i'm so fucking sorry. i didn't mean what i said, what i did i just-"

"stop, just...stop," you cut him off before you could continue. the tremor in your voice was enough for theodore to let go of your wrist and reluctantly let you walk away from him.

the last time theodore attempted to talk to you was a week ago when you had walked away from him and he willingly let you.

he was losing sleep over the guilt that was festering in his soul.

theodore hadn't opened the present you had gifted him nor had he read the handwritten card. he just couldn't bring himself to.

theodore sat on the edge of his bed leaning forward with his forearms resting on his knees, the card you had written in his hands.

with a deep inhale, theodore opened the card and read your neat penmanship that littered the inside.

if there was anything theodore did not do, was cry. theodore nott was not a crier. he never cried. in fact, not counting when he was an infant, theodore nott had only cried twice in his life.

once, when his mother had passed in his fourth year and the time he fell down the steps in his home and landed on his tailbone. (not that he would ever admit to anyone that he cried after falling on his bum)

and despite theodore nott's seemingly inability to express his emotions through tears, here he was, crying like a little bitch over your card.

he cried over the guilt of it all. he cried over how you were the most perfect thing in his life and he had let you slipped through his fingers.

it was evident that you had poured your heart in the card, your words as sweet as the kisses you would wake him up with. your words filled with as much passion you put into everything you do.

in his world full of chaos, other than adrian, you were his stagnant. not once in the seven years you had been friends had you ever done anything to theodore for him to think otherwise.

theodore had no idea what made him jump to the conclusion that you had been seeing adrian behind his back. maybe it was feeding into the insecurity that everything good in his life would always come to an end (his mother's death was what started it), not that that was an excuse for his actions.

if he could take back what he had said to you and never slept with what's-her-name, he would in an instant. the heartbroken and crestfallen expression on your face during that morning on his birthday was enough to haunt him for the rest of his life.

sure it was selfish for him to want to earn your forgiveness, but theodore nott was a selfish bastard through and through.

that was how he found himself by the hufflepuff common rooms, knowing that was where you had been staying.

"y/n!"

you had heard someone shout for your name from the inside of charlotte's dorm. at first, you had thought you were hearing things. but after the third of fourth yell, you stepped out of the dorm to see what was going on.

there theodore nott was, in all his stupid, dumb, handsome, glory, trying to tumble up the stairs towards the female hufflepuff dorms.

each time theodore managed to barrel up the third step, the stairs turned into a slide and he would slip back into the common area.

the ruckus of his actions were clearly bothering the other hufflepuffs that were trying to study. as much as they were trying to hide their annoyance towards you, it was clear that they were starting to regret ever letting you enter their common room.

wanting to save yourself from being exiled from the hufflepuffs, you skipped down the steps two at a time and pulled on the hood of theodore's cloak.

"what it wrong with you?" you shoved theodore in the shoulder harshly.

"i'm sorry y/n, i'm so sorry. i fucked up, i'm sorry. shit, i-i love you."

"what?" you stared at him in disbelief.

"i love you, y/n. i should've never done what i did. i was an asshole to you and fucked it up like always. i love you so much.”

“i hate you,” you shoved him in the chest once, twice, and a third time for good measure.

“i hate you, i hate you, i hate you,” tears brimmed your eyes at theodore’s confession as you barrelled your fists into his chest.

theodore, being much stronger than you, barely flinched at your actions, “i know my love, i know. i’m sorry, i’m so sorry, i’ll never do it again.”

your punches became weaker as you sobbed, crumbling in theodore’s arms as he held you by your forearms.

“y-you can’t just say you love me and make everything o-okay.” you hiccuped, tears damping theodore’s tie and shirt.

“i know, my love.” theodore pulled you further into his chest, one hand wrapped around your shoulders while the other cradled the back of your head.

“i hate you. i h-hate that i love you. i hate that…that even after what you said—w-what you did, that i still love you.”

theodore kissed the crown of your head as he let your sobs subside, guiding you to sit on one of the benches by the elves’ quarters.

he kneeled down in front of you in between your legs, holding your cold hands in his.

“i’ll do anything to make it up to you, to show you that you mean so much to me—because you do. you mean the absolute world to me. i know we said months ago that we could see other people but there hasn’t been anyone else-”

you frowned, about to pull your hands away because no, there has been someone else. that girl you had caught him in bed with the morning of his birthday. theodore noticed you apprehension and held onto your hand tighter, but not tight enough to hurt.

“o-other than her. but it’s always been you, y/n. it will always be you. i’ll do anything, i swear. anything…” he trailed off, almost in a beg, kissing the back of your knuckles delicately.

“i didn’t like the way you made me feel that morning. i never want to feel that type of hurt anymore.”

“and you never will, i promise you. i’ll treat you like a goddess.” theodore rambled, relieved by the insinuation that you would let him into your life again.

“i don’t need to be treated like a goddess, theodore. i just want to be treated that way i deserve.” you corrected him.

“you deserve the world and i’ll do everything i can go make sure i do.” theodore affirmed.

all your resolve had dissipated as you stared into his warm eyes filled with so much love.

you nodded and thought about what you wanted to say before settling on “but we can’t just pick up where we left off. we start right at the beginning, friends first.”

“friends first.”

read y/n's card to theodore here

A/N: so…what do we think? i was so tempted to leave this angsty but i couldn’t do that to you guys.

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DRACO

- please, this donny has absolutely no idea how to turn the fob on for the absolute life of him

- he’s spent his whole life having house elves cook for him, what makes you think he would know anything about culinary

- but after hermione granger had become minister and set all house elves free, it was time for you to teach him how to cook

- you didn’t grow up posh like he did, so you definitely had the upper hand when it came to cooking experience

- you had purchased him an apron from homesense and forced him to wear it

- ‘i look stupid,’ he’d jut his lips out

- ‘oh trust me lovey, it’s not the apron’

- ‘hey!’

- you decided to start off easy, well, easy for you

- ‘right, lovey, all you have to do is fry up an egg. simple as that’

- he would look at the fob dumbfounded and nearly set off a gas explosion

- ‘we have wands, we can do magic. what’s the purpose of any of this’

- but your glare was enough to get him to shut up

- he’d yelp with the egg would splatter oil out of the pan, ever the one for dramatics

- finally, after what felt like ages, he would plate the egg on a plate and place it in front of you

- the egg was burnt around the edges and the yolk had broken when he was trying to break the eggs into the pan

- ‘go on then, have a bite’

- you would reluctantly taste a small piece while he would anticipate for your reaction with hope in his eyes

- ‘well? how is it?’

- he had put in so much effort into the egg that you just couldn’t tell it to his face that it tasted absolutely rank

- ‘it’s…good! different, from what i’m used to b-but, good’ you would give him two thumbs up and an extremely forced grin

- he would be so overjoyed but your response that he would not realise that you had spat the egg out into a napkin and tossed into the bin

- and of course he would be so over his head and think his cooking was fantastic

- and frankly, it wasn’t. it tasted like shit.

- ‘y/n! i made you some glazed chicken and sprouts’

- you would’ve just gotten home after a long day at the office and the last thing you wanted was to try your boyfriend’s horrendous whip up

- ‘oh…thanks, lovey,’

- you would saw through the cardboard-texture of the overcooked chicken and take a bite

- ‘mm, it’s good, like mum makes it’

- ‘really?’ he would cheese and push the plate closer towards you, inviting you to finish the plate

- and you know what? finished that plate you did because you would do anything to put a smile on his face

THEODORE

- he would beg you to let him help out in the kitchen

- you were trying to bake a spiced cake to bring for family dinner

- ‘please, i just want to help’

- ‘fine. but you’re my sous-chef. i can’t have your aunt thinking i can’t bake, especially after last month’s disaster of a crumble. which by the way, i haven’t forgiven you for’

- what happened last month you may ask?

- well you had spent all afternoon making the best damn apple crumble you had ever made

- it was all going well till you were seated by the dining table and you dished up your pudding

- and who would’ve though that the crumble tasted salty

- ‘oh, well, you see. you were saying how you halved the amount of sugar the recipe recommended, and well, you know how much i love sugar so i decided to add some more when you weren’t looking, but i guess i put in salt instead’ theodore would smile sheepishly while ducking his head to prevent a slap to the back of it

- you swore you had to hold yourself back from stabbing him with the fork in your hand

- theodore’s aunt always had something to say about your cooking and you were sure theodore’s mistake would result in you not being able to ever hear the end of it for the next month

- ‘it’s not my fault sugar looks like salt…’ he would grumble when you gave him the silent treatment for the rest of the night

- i digress

- ‘i’ll just stand here and you tell me what to do. i won’t touch anything unless you tell me to, promise.’

- you would then pass the recipe over to theodore to get him to take out the ingredients from the cabinets while you busied yourself with preparing the pans and stand mixer

- ‘what the fuck’s star anus?’

- you would stop what you were doing and stared at him as if he’d grown a second head because yea, what the fuck was star anus?

- you would walk over to him to peer at the recipe book only for it to say ‘star anise’

- you would sigh and rub you hand your forehead, ‘anise, my love, it’s called star anise’

- you would pick out the small bottle off the spice rack and wave it in front of him

- ‘well that’s not my fault! who names something that has a similar spelling to anus!’

- ‘my love, you truly are something else,’ you would kiss his clothed chest and chuckle into it before returning to preheating the oven

- the first spiced cake had turned out horribly since theodore had mistakenly given you baking powder instead of soda

- luckily, you had planned for this so you had enough time to bake a second one, albeit after you had scolded theodore and forced him to stand in the corner of the kitchen and do nothing but watch

- ‘sorry y/n. love me?’ he would childishly whine while you placed the second cake into the oven

- ‘love you’ you would reluctantly say back and peck him on the lips as you walked past him

CEDRIC

- oh cedric’s a mummy’s boy through and through, so obviously he’d spent quite some time growing up helping his mother in the kitchen

- he is marvellous at cooking and honestly, is there anything that this man cannot do?

- expect breakfasts in bed every. day.

- ‘good morning, gorgeous’ you would awake with feather light kisses to your cheek

- cedric would hold out a tray to you with fresh cut fruits and a stack of perfect american pancakes

- if cedric were to find out there was any foods that you craved, expect to be well-fed and craving-satisfied instantly

- cedric had once admitted that he wasn’t too fond of cooking, but seeing your face light up whenever he served you a plate of your favourites was worth it

- seriously, does this man have any flaws?

- sometimes, when you were feeling it, you would join cedric in the kitchen

- such times led to fits of giggles and small food fights

- ‘gorgeous, look here,’ cedric would call out to you and you would turn your head to the side to look at him

- and as you turned your head, his batter coated finger would poke into your cheek, leaving a smear of mixture in its wake

- ‘that was a dirty move,’ you would eye cedric

- and you know what, maybe you weren’t too mad about it since any food fight would always end with you and cedric in the shower together

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that was when ernie had shouted, "it's diggory! that's cedric!"

"pardon?" you and mr diggory whipped your heads toward your blonde friend.

"that's cedric body." ernie exclaimed.

without thinking twice, mr diggory had started weaving through the stands, "let me through, let me through. that's my son."

you were hot on his tail, practically shoving your peers to the side to get on the grounds.

"my boy!" mr diggory crouched down next to cedric's unconscious body.

"what's happened? what the fuck happened potter?" you shook harry roughly, wanting an explanation.

"h-he's back. you-know-who's back, he used the crutacius on diggory!" harry sobbed.

you felt your blood grow cold, and you lost your footing. you would have fallen onto the floor if it were not for ernie holding you up.

you watched as the head of houses ushered the students back into the castle.

you watched as harry retold the events of the past hour to headmaster dumbledore.

you watched as cedric was brought away back to hospital wing to be healed.

throughout it all, your chest heaved as your eyes felt deafened. your body was shaking as ernie held you close, comforting you.

without realising, your legs carried you towards the castle entrance and outside the double doors of the hogwarts hospital wing.

mr diggory had apparated home for the night, despite his reluctance.

for student safety, dumbledore had sent anyone who was not staff or a student away from hogwarts grounds.

"are you sure you don't want to return to your dorm?" hannah asked you once more.

you shook your head as a silent 'no'.

"let's just leave for tonight, i'm knackered," justin whispered to hannah and ernie.

"what? have you lost your mind? we can't just leave her alone, she's beyond devastated." hannah whisper scolded justin.

"but it's not like us being here make any difference. she hasn't spoken a single word in the last two hours," justin frowned.

"mate, you're unbeliavable. i can't believe you," ernie shook his head.

"you lot can leave. i'll be fine by myself," you finally spoke up, effectively stopping their small fight.

"y/n, fletchley was just being a dickhead. we would stay here with you all night if we have to." hannah's eyes softened as she shifted her gaze to you.

"it's fine, i'll be fine," you pursed a smile.

"see? she said she's fine," justin started walking away dragging ernie and hannah along with him, "come on then."

"i'm sorry," hannah turned around and mouthed to you before turning the corner of the empty corridor.

you sat by the large windowsill in the corridor and rest your head in your hands as you prayed that cedric would be alright, that he would bounce back as fit as a fiddle.

you felt two figures settle next to you, causing you to pick your head up.

"hey," ernie, who was on your right, placed a hand on your shoulder while hannah, who was on your left, rubbed small circles on your back.

"we had to follow fletchley back just so he'd shut up," hannah explained, "we would never leave you alone."

"oh! here," ernie placed a grey knit cardigan on your lap. you knew it to be cedric's. "thought it might make you feel better."

you picked the cardigan up and slid your arms into it, tugging it closer to your body for warmth.

"thank you," you said gratefully, mustering the best smile your heartbroken and worried self could.

"your welcome lovey. ced will be okay, he's always been a tough arse." hannah joked.

"yea, he is, isn't he," you chuckled lightly.

hannah looped her arm around yours and you leaned your head on ernie's shoulder.

the three of you stayed like that through the night, solemn and hoping that cedric would be alright.

you woke up the next morning with an ache in your neck and a weight in your lap.

you blinked the sleep away and lifted your head up from ernie's shoulder, the bones in your neck cracking as you did. you looked down in your lap to see that hannah had fallen asleep on it.

ernie was still asleep as well, the back of his head leaning against the window behind you.

it was clear that neither of them were in a comfortable sleeping position and that they would've preferred spending the night in their plush beds. however, they had chose to accompany and comfort you through the night.

you were beyind grateful you had the friends you had.

ernie and hannah soon stirred awake when the doors of the hospital wing opened, mdm pomfrey and a healer dressed in st mungo's uniform walked out.

"is he alright? cedric, i mean," you asked politely.

"mr diggory's alive. he is no longer under critical condition, but is under induced sleep from the calming draught that was administered."

"yes, of course."

"i must make haste to see dumbledore and inform him of mr diggory's condition, you may visit if you wish," madam pomfrey gestured to the slight crack in the hospital ring door.

the three of you nodded, signalling a small goodbye to the two healers.

"we're going to return to our dorms, we'll come back after breakfast?" ernie suggested.

"yea, i'll see you two later," you agreed.

the creak of the hospital wing door opening echoed through the room.

you pattered into stone-walled room over to the cot cedric was lying in.

you frowned as you watched cedric—your cedric—laying lifelessly. you urged the will to cry again and sucked in a deep breath, sitting on the wooden chair that was next to the cot.

"oh ced," you sighed, hands trembling as you brushed the back of your knuckles against his pale, cold, face.

you pulled the woolen blanket further up cedric's torso in hopes of helping him conserve some warmth.

you were sat on the uncomfortable chair for about an hour when ernie, justin, and hannah walked in.

"has he woken up since?" hannah asked and you shook your head.

the four of you conversed in small talk when you heard the rustling of sheets behind you.

you whipped your head towards cedric and watched as his eyelids slowly fluttered open.

he tried to sit up and ernie was immediately there to help cedric up.

your poured cedric a cup of water and held the bendy straw to his lips.

"are you feeling alright?" hannah placed a comforting hand on cedric's shoulder.

you placed the cup on the small table by the cot.

"nothing hurts so i'm feeling rather well," cedric cleared his throat, his voice scratchy.

"is it true? that you-know-who's back?" justin blurted out.

you winced slightly at the bluntness of the question while ernie and hannah sent him death glares for his lack of sensitivity.

cedric licked his lips and nodded.

justin was about to open his mouth to ask yet another absurd question when ernie thankfully cut him off.

"you scared us to death mate, but we're glad you're alright. our poor y/n's been worried sick the whole night," ernie gestured to you.

suddenly all eyes in the room were pointed at you and you sniffed, wiping the fallen tear that had excaped your eye with your palm.

you sniffed with a chuckle as to try and shake off the uneasiness of being the current center of attention.

"y/n..." cedric's eyes softened at your state.

ernie and hannah shared a look with a mutual understanding that it was their cue to leave, dragging justin along with them.

"lovey," cedric reached out to grab ahold one of your fidgeting hands.

"i don't even know why i'm crying. it's so selfish considering what you had to go through to end up here but i'm just relieved you're okay," you whimpered.

with his free hand cedric's callous but gentle touch wiped by your damp lash line.

"it's not selfish lovey, it's okay to feel worried. i'm all good now so you no more tears, okay?"

"okay," you nuzzled your cheek into cedric's hand, sighing softly.

"besides, madam pomfrey said all the bleeding was internal. that's where all the blood's supposed to be!" cedric had mischievous glint in his eyes, trying to lighten your dampened mood.

you could scoff at the boy's words, shaking your head with a small giggle you rebuttled, "you are so silly sometimes."

you lurched over to cedric so you were slightly hovering above him.

"i love you," you whispered, almost afraid that if you spoke too loud it would break the serenity of the hospital wing.

"i love you too," cedric whispered back with a kiss on your lips.

following the days of cedric's recovery, him and harry potter had explained to dumbledore in great detail what exactly happened in the maze during the third task.

it seemed as though not many people believed what they had to say, claiming that cedric and harry were just trying to claim their five seconds of fame.

but you trusted cedric and what he had to say, because your golden boy could never do such a thing like lie to officials.

it seemed that the incident with he-who-shall-not-be-named had caused a slight shift in cedric.

as much as cedric tried to put him a hardfront and false facade that he was just as fine as before, you knew that he was just trying not to make anyone worry about him.

you noticed how he was more jumpy than before. he was also more alert and wary of surroundings, almost as if preparing himself for an attack at all times.

not wanting to add more stress on the already heavy weight on his shoulders, you pretended not to know.

your NEWTS happened just months after the last task. thankfully, cedric did not let the trauma of the duel in little hangleton affect his marks.

both of you had done splendidly for them, not that it mattered anymore.

before, you had wished to work at the ministry of magic, but after they had discredited cedric for claiming voldemort's return, you quickly changed your mind.

you and cedric both wanted out of the wizarding world, having enough of everything that had happened during your last year in hogwarts.

instead, with the little money you had saved, you had opened a quaint bakery in muggle watford.

your business was doing rather well. something about magically baked pastires attracted muggles back to your shop regularly, not that your customers needed to know that.

life was peaceful and you and cedric were happy.

save the occasional nightmares cedric would need waking up from.

it took a year or two for your boyfriend to open up to you about the trauma he was experiencing.

"i'm scared. i'm beyond terrified that he's going to come back one day and finish what he couldn't that day," cedric admitted with sweaty palms and a heaving chest.

“lovey,” you cooed, running your hands through his hair then settling them on his cheeks.

“it stinks. it fucking stinks. because i want to be happy, i want to live a life where i’m not in fear every waking second,” cedric looked up at the ceiling and blinked quickly to rid the tears that were about to fall.

“i’m sorry that i will never truly understand what you had to go through and what you feel because of it, and i’m sorry that you, of all people, were a victim. i would take all the weight of your shoulders and carry them for you no hesitation. but i can’t do that. what i can do, however, i’d be here for you in every way possible. i can’t say that it’d be easy, but talking about your fears alleviates them.” you sucked in a breath and shifted your position in bed, sitting on the back of your calves so you could look right into cedric’s face.

“i love you so much ced and you’re such a courageous and strong man. the man i love with all my heart and soul. so when you’re ready, i’ll be here for you.” you tried a small smile.

silence filled the room for a while.

cedric said nothing but offered a small, albeit grateful, smile and that was enough for you to know that he was feeling a little bit better.

the birth of curtis edward diggory caused something to shift in cedric, in the best way possible.

since his son’s birth, cedric smiles a little bit brighter and the creases in his eyes were a little bit deeper.

curtis was your little bundle of joy and when your baby boy turned one, it felt like all the worries in yours and cedric’s life dissipated.

“hi little lovey, who’s my baby boy?” you cooed while bouncing curtis in your hip. he had yet to show any signs of magical capabilities but you knew it was soon come.

you were currently watching cedric who had just put in a tray of unbaked lemon biscuits.

“your little baker”, you thought, as cedric wiped his buttery hands on his apron and wiped the side of his cheek, leaving a dusty swab of flour in its wake.

“that’s the last for the sunday pickup order,” cedric walked over to your and curtis, placing kisses on the crown of both of your heads.

you basked in cedric’s embrace, your head on his chest while curtis was on yours.

you were in complete bliss.

the comforting atmosphere was broken when the flaps of an owl’s wings sounded through the kitchens.

cedric pulled away from you reluctantly with a confused glance to the window.

there, on the windowsill, perched an owl that looked awfully familiar.

the weasley family’s owl dropped the letter in cedric’s hands before flying off to deliver the other letters that filled it’s beak.

knowing that you and cedric wanted to separate your muggle lives from your magical ones as much as possible, bar the occasional visits from those closest to you, communication between family and friends were limited, letters included.

cedric’s eyes scanned the letter, the worry on his face growing as he read.

“p-potter…” cedric stuttered, “potter’s fighting voldemort, tonight, at hogwarts.”

your eyes widened in shock, “w-what?”

you and cedric decided to close up the shop early that day, returning home in a hurry.

curtis was napping with his cheek against your shoulder as you watched cedric pace the small area of your sitting room for what felt like a full hour.

cedric chewed on the back of his thumb, his furrowed brows in a deep frown.

“i have to go,” cedric said, almost as if it was the most obvious thing.

you quickly shot that idea down, “no, lovey, it’s not safe.”

“i have to. potter saved my life that day at the cemetery. the least i could do is fight by his side tonight.” cedric remained firm.

tears welled in your eyes and you hiccuped from the gut-wrenching sobs that were bubbling from inside you.

"darling..." cedric was on his knees in front of you, stroking your hair as you sat on the sofa trying your best not to wake curtis with your beating heartbeat and shaky voice.

"i-i know it's selfish, but i get to be selfish. i don't want you t-to g-go. i c-can't lose you, not again."

"i have to do this, you know that." cedric affirmed.

you nodded your head in understanding. you knew that since the triwizard tournament, cedric had always felt indebted to potter, that he owed his life to the young boy, but you deserved the right to beg your husband to stay, no matter how selfish it was.

"you won't lose me, neither of you won't. i promise." cedric held your face with both hands.

you watched with deafened ears as cedric changed into a more ‘battle appropriate’ outfit.

the bottom dresser was opened for the first time in a while, and cedric picked up his wand.

“i’ll always love the both of you, you know that right?” cedric began his teary goodbye.

you couldn't find it in you to respond. merely nodding your head and sniffing at his rhetorical question.

cedric placed a kiss on curtis’ chubby cheeks before placing him back in your arms.

“i love you, lovey,” you mumbled against his lips, fisting cedric’s shirt.

“i love you,” cedric chased a kiss, pulling away only to wrap his arm around you shoulders, his hand holding the back of your head endearingly.

with a small wave, and blow kiss from you and curtis, cedric disapparited.

the only way you could keep your anxiousness at bay was to keep yourself busy and so you rushed around the house, cleaning and wiping down every surface.

you played with curtis for a bit, then cooked dinner for the both of you. you eventually fell asleep on the sofa, curtis laying on your torso.

you awoke the next day to knocking on your front door. you placed curtis in the small crib in the living room and stalked to open the door.

the moment you saw the solemn look on the two ministry officials that were standing in the corridor, your stomach dropped.

you had finally signed a franchise deal with a major corporation to expand your small bakery to open more locations around london.

that meant you could afford to move out your rental.

it was difficult to live in a home you had started with the person you thought you would have spent the rest of your life with.

waking up to a cold and empty bed was miserable and yet you felt guilty for moving.

moving away felt like you were leaving cedric.

you heaved a sigh and shook yourself out of your thoughts as you placed the paper-wrapped plates into the large moving carton.

you heard rustling and the barreling of feet on the parquet flooring.

you turned on your feet, ready to greet curtis with open arms but as you did, you were met with your brunette boy clad in a familiar knitted grey cardigan, a unicorn hair, ash, wand in his hand.

your breath hitched as you dropped the plate you were holding in your hand.

curtis immediately flinched as the ceramic shattered into a millio pieces over the kitchen floor.

“shit,” you murmured under your breath as you bent down quickly to pick the pieces up in your hands, “curtis, stay in the front room okay? let mummy clean up.”

you swept away the remains of the dish and vacuumed the area for good measure, less curtis cut himself accidentally.

when you walked into the front room to see curtis sitting down on the sofa, his legs dangling off it since he was too short to reach the floor, while inspecting cedric’s old wand.

when the ministry had visited you the day after the battle, they had returned cedric’s wand to you.

after the battle, you swore off the wizarding world bar the biweekly visits to cedric’s parents’ place. you weren’t sure what you would do when curtis would start showing his magical abilities but for now, you wanted him safe and away from the world that took your world away from you.

“curtis? where’d you find all this?” you sucked in a breath and balanced yourself by gripping the arm of the armchair and settling shakily into it.

curtis looked so much like his father, and now clad in cedric’s cardigan, it felt like deja vu.

“you told me to help back the things in your room and i found them in a box under your bed,” curtis explained.

noting your expressionless face, curtis hopped off the sofa and treaded lightly towards you.

“are you mad at me?” he asked with his adorable doe eyes staring up at you.

“n-no, no, lovey, i’m not mad. it’s just, those things were daddy’s a-and you remind me so much of him,” you swiped your cheek with your palm.

living in this house was big enough of a reminded of cedric’s passing, and so after his burial, you packed everything that reminded you of cedric in a box, never to see the light of day again because you knew just one look would cause all the effort you had put in to try and move on to crumble.

but somehow seeing curtis jn cedric’s cardigan, which was overtly big on the little boy, it didn’t bring up any miserable or longing feelings for your deceased husband. instead the feeling of curtis being able to have some form of physical connection to his father made you feel warm inside.

“really? this cardigan’s daddy’s?”

you nodded along and stroked curtis’ hair, “it is, and you look so handsome in it, just like daddy.”

curtis beamed at your statement and pulled the cardigan, which was so big on him that the hem of it dragged along the floor, closed to his body.

“can i keep it?” curtis asked hopefully.

“of course you can, little lovey,” you offered a small but loving smile.

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