đ€One Kiss and A Quidditch Match â Chapter 10: Alistair and Cedricđ€
Prologue (recommended to read)
Chapter 9 (previous)
Pair: Cedric Diggory x Male Slytherin Reader
Word count: 2.6K words
Summary of the book: You and Cedric Diggory hate each other. It has always been this way. But everything changes one night when you kiss each other at a party. Now, it seems you canât escape each other â from being partnered up in Herbology for an important project to having to help Cedric during the Triwizard Tournament.
Summary of the chapter: Cedric just finished his second task; you've been ignoring him for nearly a month. But how long can you keep up the act?
Notes: Please comment on anything I should change to improve this. Also, I am not British, so I am not 100% sure how to correctly write people from the UK. Also, let's ignore that I'm a few hours late; I fell asleep while finishing the chapter.
Content warning: Swear words, usage of slurs, and possible kissing.
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Cedric stood in the middle of a crowd of Hogwarts students, his brown hair sticking to his forehead like glue, beads of water trickling down his glowing face. Not even a month ago, youâd be standing there beside him, convincing yourself that he was just a friend.
But you stood afar, smiling at success with pride, secretly rejoicing that you had helped him win the second challenge. You listened to Elsieâs advice to take care of yourself first, and for you, Cedric was the root of your problem. At least, that was the conclusion you came to; ever since you became friends with him, everything went to hell.Â
Or was it Professor Sproutâs fault? It was that night that your friend group started distancing themselves from Alistair. But you couldnât blame a professor, could you? And you could have befriended Alistair again if it werenât for having to spend time with Cedric. Besides, there was no way heâd ever like you back. You could just wait for the feelings to go away and then hang out again. You did miss him. Although you werenât sure whether that was your head or your heart talking.
You felt bad, too; whenever Cedric came to chat with you, you made up some random excuse for you to leave. The look in his eyes made your stomach clench in guilt. You told yourself that you just needed time. But how much time do you need?
You turned away from Cedric and his joyous fans. The other champions hadnât returned from the water yet, but it wasnât as if you cared.
The rest of your friends were still there â Alistair included â but theyâd find you soon, even if you left early. Youâd been hanging out for the past few months; all that time you'd have spent with Cedric was instead spent with your closest friends.
In a way, you were happy. Unlike your fears, they had welcomed you and forgiven you for straying. Apart from Destiny joining the group and Alistair barely acknowledging you, it was like you never left. Destiny was really sweet and cheerful, like a less whimsical and odd Winnie. You got to know her and even spent some time alone together; she was nothing like the girl who dated Alistair back in September. In fact, all of your friends seemed happier without him around. Winnie seemed more present, Brian laughed, and Elsie was more physically affectionate with everyone â especially the two other girls.
You flipped through the books in the library, skimming the titles on the shelves for something fun to read. Your homework had been completed over an hour earlier and with no one to talk to, your only option was to read. There was a pile of around five books on the table next to you, but you had barely even touched any of them.
But it had been hours now, and you were surprised that your friends hadnât found you yet.
âMaybe they were in the Slytherin common roomâŠâ you mumbled to yourself, lightly rubbing the back of a novel about a love triangle between a werewolf, a vampire and a human girl. âWait, have I read this one before?â
Silently, you placed the book back onto the shelf and, grabbing the pile of books that seemed interesting to you, headed to the librarianâs desk.Â
As Madame Pince checked out your books, you glanced out of the window. The sky was painted with warm colours of red, orange and yellow, and clouds were sparse, letting the golden light of the sinking sun. The second task of the Triwizard Tournament must have finished hours ago, for not only did the skies clear, but it had been early afternoon when Cedric had come out of the water.
âItâs dinner time. Maybe my friends are in the cafeteria.â You reflected, taking your books off the librarianâs desk. You waved goodbye to Madame Pince and headed to the Slytherin dormitory, wishing you had brought a bag. There were only five books, but they were all relatively large and heavy.
Since you couldnât see past the books blocking your vision, you couldnât tell if anyone was walking in your direction, so you hoped everyone was eating dinner.
Suddenly, just as you rounded a corner, you collided with someone. Your books slipped from your arms, and you frantically tried preventing yourself from falling from the sudden force.
âShit! Sorry, I didnât see you there, man,â a voice you recognised apologised.
You looked up to meet Alistairâs gaze. The soft look on his handsome face turned steel-cold when he registered the person he was talking to. You quickly averted your eyes and bent down to collect your books, alarmed at the sheer intensity of his stare; although Alistair had attitude and dislike towards certain things, the way he looked at you was full of disgust, and restrained fury, as if he were looking at a deformed mutt who just shat on his favourite rug. What on earth had you done to him to deserve such a look?
â(Surname),â he sneered, âI was just looking for you.â
WHAT THE FUCK.
âOhhh, what do you need me for?â You asked politely as you got up with only two books in your arms, attempting to mask your fear and confusion. Did he just use your surname? He even called some teachers by their first name, so why hadnât he used yours?
âIâll get straight to the point,â he crossed his arms, âItâs about the party back in September.â
You shifted nervously, replaying the events of the night with Elsie storming out and later informing you that she had kissed Winnie. Certainly, it was about that. âWhat about it? Is it about Elsie?â
âWhy would it be about Elsie?â
âI just thought, nevermind.â You quickly responded.
âZiggy was talking about it â âreminiscingâ, he called it. Then, he mentioned something after I went to help Elsie.â Alistairâs jaw tightened.
You inhaled deeply, forcing yourself to look at him. You felt your heart drop; you knew what it was about.Â
âIt was just a game.â You stated calmly.
âI want you to tell me exactly what happened.â Alistair ordered. âZiggy only mentioned it.â
âHow did Ziggy tell you? He casted a curse, so that he couldnât tell anyone who wasnât in the room.â
âDONâT AVOID THE FUCKING QUESTION!!â
You flinched at the volume, quickly glancing around for someone â anyone â to help you, but the hallway was barren. Of course. The students must be eating.
You hesitated before answering while trying to mask the unease in your voice, âI think you know exactly what happened.â
Alistair paused, then backed away with surprising calmness. âYou said he cast a spell so that he couldnât tell anyone who wasnât part of the Spin the Bottle? Well, I was there. Just not at the time when you-youââ he struggled to say the word, running his hand through his red hair, âkissed that stupid Hufflepuff. Which also means that I donât have a spell on me. I can tell whoever I want of your little secret.â He hissed, and your eyes widened.
âAlistair, it was just a kiss,â you attempted to appease him, âIt meant nothing, in fact, it was probably absolutely torturousââ
âYou fucking liar!!â He spat, âAnd donât you call me that. We arenât friends, I donât even know you, I donât think I ever did.â Despite his absence from your group, Alistair was one of your closest friends. He was funny and relatable. So you felt the stab right in your heart when he spoke those words. Well, it was bound to happen. âDidnât I warn you to not fall for that dickhead? Now, look at you. Disgusting faggot. I hope you rot.â
You gaped at him like a fish.
âOh donât be surprised,â he rolled his eyes, âWhy would I ever want to stay friends with someone like you?â
âMaybe because (Name) is a lovely person to be around, unlike you with your prissy, entitled attitude.â A familiar voice said from behind you. A voice that made your brain go wild and your heart frantically take control of your every move. Cedric Diggory.
âOh look, itâs the boyfriend,â Alistair shifted his focus to the taller student. âOh, (Surname), your prince is here to save you. Go kiss him again, donât be shy.â
âPiss off, Campbell, I need to talk to my friend, and canât have a homophobic bigot bothering us.â Cedric barely addressed his presence, instead turning to look at you â who seemed to be very interested in the architecture of Hogwarts.
Alistair laughed â something so cold and deranged that it sent shivers down your spine. âSo itâs true, faggots. God, Iâm sure everyone would love to know the two ex-enemies stopped their little battle to go have a shag with each other.â
âYouâre disgusting,â You finally snapped, âAnd weâre not together.â
But Alistair just shrugged, a cold smile plastered on his handsome face, and walked away.
When he was out of sight, you sighed and went to pick up your books that were still on the floor. Cedric bent down to help you out, but instead of giving you your books, he held them for you.
âThanks,â you mumbled, unsure whether or not you preferred Alistairâs aggression or the awkwardness between you and Cedric. It had been a while since youâd had a proper conversation with him, and you werenât sure whether heâd be upset or pretend like nothing had happened. Not to mention the ordeal with Alistair; he called you and the Hufflepuff boyfriends and made some crude comments that were sure to unnerve Cedric. You had a crush on your ex-rival, but that didnât mean you didnât feel uncomfortable at Alistair's inappropriate imagery.
To your surprise, Cedric chuckled, âSo, do you want to stand here in silence or shall we go to your dormitory?â You nearly smiled at the sound of his silly voice but refrained yourself. âI mean, Iâm assuming you were heading there with this heavy pile of books.â
You nodded and walked with him.
The trip to the dungeons was awkward, to say the least not a word was spoken between you two, and the only sound was the echoing of your footsteps. It took everything in you not to look at Cedric, but you could feel his intense stare and the tension between you two.
When you arrived at the entrance to the dorms, Cedric placed the books he was carrying into your arms. You turned back to the door, a large stone door with two snakes intertwined in the middle.
âLegacy.â You spoke the password, and the snakes separated to reveal the barren common room.Â
âThanks for helping, Cedric, you can leave now.â You said, stepping into the dorm. But before the doors could close, you heard footsteps following you. Of course. He did say that he needed to speak to you earlier, but at this point, you didnât care enough to shoo him off, so you placed your books on the couch and turned to him. âWhat do you want?â
He seemed taken aback by your reaction but quickly recovered, âAt first, I was going to ask you about why you were avoiding me so much, latelyââ Oh, so it was bothering him, ââbut now I canât stop thinking about what Campbell said. Is that why you stopped hanging out? Because you didnât want to be seen asâŠâ He trailed off, unsure what exactly to say, but you knew what he meant.
His silver eyes met yours, and he looked away. Guess he felt the tension in the room. If it were a calm conversation, youâd be sitting on one of the couches or even up in your room. Come to think of it, this was his first time in the Slytherin common room. âHopefully not his last time,â a small voice from the back of your mind prayed.
After a long pause, you responded, âThatâs not the reason. And Iâm sorry, itâs just-â
â(Name) do you like me?â Cedric looked at you. You saw the doubt in his eyes and felt a pit of dread forming in your gut. You were about to refuse, but something in his eye convinced you not to lie.
âWhat do you think?â
He paused. âCan you answer my question? Please? Or at least tell me whatâs been going on?â
You donât know what made you do it maybe it was the way he looked at you, or you were tired of hiding your feelings for him.Â
âThere is a reason why.â You mumbled, unsure of yourself, âItâs stupid, but I just couldnât spend time with you because I needed time to myself, time to figure out my emotions.â
âSo you ditched me?â
âYes.â You hugged your arms, realising that you did the same thing to Cedric that you did to your friends, âIâm sorry, I thought I was working on myself, but instead I was escaping from what I truly felt.â You met his gaze. âCedric, I think I love you.â
His eyes went wide.
âI know you probably donât feel the same way.â You mumbled, unable to look at him in the eyes. Your cheeks were red, and your neck felt hot in embarrassment, âAfter all, I kind of ditched you and we arenât really close enough to you, and Iâm sorry I feel this way, and itâs okay if you donât want to be friends anymore; I understand how awkward this is for you and-â
âYou oblivious idiot.â He chuckled.
Before you could respond, you felt his warm hands on your cheeks, lifting your face to look him in the eyes. In that moment, time slowed. He was so close, his lips fanning over yours, the air between your mouths mingling. Your eyes widened. The only time you were this close was⊠the party. Was he going toâ
You let out a squeak as he crashed his lips onto yours. It wasnât like youâve never kissed someone before â youâve kissed people on dares, Spin the Bottle, and in old relationships â and you did it with Cedric at the party. But this was different. You had no feelings for those whom you kissed on dares and games, and all of your past relationships with girls felt fake, and you had to convince yourself to act lovingly towards them. It was also quite different at the party; you had been enemies back then and both of you were hesitant to share that moment of intimacy.
But, now, when Cedric kissed you, your heart felt as if it leapt out of your chest. When you kissed back, you could feel him relax. One of his hands travelled to your waist, pulling you closer to him, and your hands rested on his shoulder and in his brown hair.
When you two pulled away, breathless and giddy, he grinned at you like a little boy who just received a rainbow-coloured lollipop. âSorry I kissed you without permission.â He apologised, biting his lip.
You chuckled, unable to wipe the smile off of your face, âOh itâs quite alright. But⊠I know a way you can truly apologise.â You teased, looking at his lips once more.
He seemed to understand what you meant and leaned in to offer you another kiss. This one was different. Less passionate, more careful and sweet, as if a butterfly were tickling your lips. When you parted â his hands still on your cheek and waist, yours now both on his shoulders â you asked Cedric, âWanna go up to my room for more privacy?â
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