cedric diggory

“You should go,“ I breathed. “You should definitely go.” “Go here?” His mouth was on my shoulder. “Or here?” It moved up my neck.”

      “I know. I am so MODEST it is difficult to realize I need attention.” Anybody who did not know Philippe astoundingly WELL would not be able to tell how SARCASTIC the boy with the face of an angel was being. That, however, was not the case of Diggory. By then, he could tell he knew Philippe well enough.

         He looked up, blue eyes lost somewhere among those MESSY golden locks and he smiled at Cedric, reaching for his cheek and PINCHING it. A precious TOUCH for a precious BOY. “Anyways. Have you been missing me? ‘Cause I don’t think you have.”

A sarcastic roll of Cedric’s eyes later?  The Hufflepuff rested his hand down against Philippe’s chest, laughing under his breath at the sardonic comment.  “Oh.  You’re so modest.  The most modest person I’ve ever met.  Humble should be your middle name.”  He laughed, teasing him back and thorougly enjoying himself in the meantime.

she’s  FLATTERED  that he’d even taken the time to  thank  her,  let alone  continue  the conversation! surely angelina will be  terribly jealous  to hear—  or perhaps,  terribly  excited!  after all,  KATIE BELL ’ s  strong suit is  quidditch  &  maybe sometimes  fantacizing  fairy tale romances.  actually speaking to boys,  on the other hand,  is  not.  “ oh,  no,  not a warning!  i’m not trying to  THREATEN  you— ”  shut up,  bell!  “ i just mean—  you know!  the tournament is  DANGEROUS.  i’d hate to see you or harry get  hurt. ”

you are an enfj, the giver. you strive to maintain harmony in relationships, and you usually succeed.  articulate and enthusiastic, you are good at making personal connections.  sometimes you idealize relationships too much - and end up being let down.  you find the most energy and comfort in social situations ... where you shine.  in love, you are very protective and supporting.  however, you do need to "feel special" - and it's quite easy for you to get jealous.  at work, you are a natural leader. you can help people discover their greatest potential.  you would make a good writer, human resources director, or psychologist. 

how you see yourself: trusting, idealistic, and expressive when other people don’t get you, they see you as:  bossy, inappropriate, and loud

You would think after the first time playing this game last year?  Cedric might’ve learned his lesson.  However.  Given the fact that he was one of the students gathered in the circle participating in the rounds since the beginning?  Perhaps he hadn’t learned it very well.  Or was his willingness to participate out of sheer curiosity who he’d be assigned to kiss?  Who would his friends get?  Judging by the way he seemed captivated by every pair disappearing in the closet and grinning ear to ear when they merged?  You be the judge. 

What he hadn’t expected was Harry Potter’s surprise attendance.  Even more curious, Cedric waved off two attempts to be pulled elsewhere and stayed put.  Harry’s name was called.  A hush fell over them.  One that was broken immdiately by the sound of his name ringing out.  Cedric’s jaw practically hit the floor.  His cheeks were never redder.  The darkness the closet provided once the door was shut and locked was no small favor in helping hide it.  Their breaths echoed like thunder.  Awkard barely covered how he felt.  His pulse was racing and he felt his fingers twitching against the hem of his sweater.  Horrid idea to wear a sweater.  Bloody hell, it was hot.

Harry stole the first move where Cedric hesitated.  His back hit the wall with a thud and he lost his breath.  Half because of the impact.  Half (or more than) because Harry’s mouth was on his.  Pressing the heels of his palms delicately against the edges of Harry’s jaw, he fumbled the first few seconds but then managed to catch up.  Lips fit snuggly against Harry’s and he felt his heart immediately go for a whirl inside his chest so quick he felt dizzy.  A brief pause, lips parted just to catch a breath before they crashed together one more time in a chase for another, firmer kiss that knocked whatever air he had left in his lungs clean out.