i'm a firm believer that cedric diggory is a 'he fell first AND harder'
like it's not possible for him to be anything else
it's first year and you're nervous about being at hogwarts and for some reason have a fear of the sorting hat (wdym it reads your mind and makes the biggest decision of your life)
all of a sudden the mousy haired boy you were in the same boat with, notices your anxiety and whispers in your ear that "it won't hurt you, my mummy said that he's really nice :)"
then he gets sorted into hufflepuff and as he gets off the stool he makes sure to look you in the eyes with a bright smile and eyes that radiate "it didn't hurt, everything will be fine"
and as you get called up, he's pleading with the hat to sort you in hufflepuff, all while the voice poking around in your head mumbles about "lovebirds" and "bloody eleven year olds and their wishes"
and the sorting hat purposely puts you in a different house, so pining can happen (it's also another way to promote inter house relationships)
then throughout your years at hogwarts, future first years know about the girl and hufflepuff's golden boy that trails after her like a puppy
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Tags: pure fluff • snowy Hogwarts nights • soft kisses in the snow • snowball fights & stolen moments • Cedric being adorably perfect • established relationship sweetness • sneaking out after curfew • warm hands in cold weather • laughter echoing through the courtyard • winter magic & romance
"Cedric, wait!" I laughed breathlessly, nearly tripping as he tugged me forward by the arm of my robe. Our boots crunched against fresh snow, the flakes swirling in the moonlight and settling gently in our hair like stars.
He glanced back at me with that boyish grin that always made my chest flip. "We're nearly there, lovely," he called, his voice tinged with excitement, like whatever was waiting ahead was worth every freezing step.
Snow clung to his tousled brown curls, his cheeks flushed pink from the cold. Merlin, how was he still so effortlessly perfect?
I shivered, pulling my robe tighter around my shoulders. "But it's cold, Cedric..."
He stopped beneath a glowing lamppost, the light casting a warm halo around him, like something out of a storybook. Without a word, he stepped toward me, wrapped one arm around my waist and gently pulled me against his chest. Then, he took his robe and folded it around both of us, enveloping me in his warmth.
"That better?" he asked, his voice low and soft, his smile so close I could see the crinkles at the edges of his eyes.
I nodded slowly, barely able to breathe as I looked into his eyes—blue like frozen lakes, clear and steady.
He didn't rush. Cedric never rushed. His hand came up to cradle my jaw so gently it made my heart ache, and then, in that quiet hush of winter air and glowing snow, he leaned in and kissed me. Slow. Tender. Certain.
I wasn't cold anymore.
Cedric pulled back slowly, his smile curling with anticipation. He took my hand again—this time gentler, more purposeful—and gave it a squeeze. "Come on," he whispered, voice barely louder than the hush of the snowfall. "I've got something to show you."
We weaved our way through the trees, crunching over icy ground until the path opened up onto the shore of the Black Lake. The surface was frozen solid, shimmering faintly under the soft light of scattered lamp posts dotting the perimeter. Snow danced in the air like confetti, and silence hung between the trees, broken only by our footfalls.
Then I saw it.
Near the edge of the lake, Cedric had laid out a circle of glowing orbs—magically enchanted to flicker like fireflies. In the center: a thick blanket, two steaming mugs, and what looked like a little enchanted gramophone quietly humming a tune. The scene was dreamlike, like a page from a winter fairytale.
"You did this?" I breathed, awe washing over me.
Cedric shrugged, grinning sheepishly. "Well... I enlisted a few charms and a bit of help from Flitwick. But mostly me."
He led me onto the blanket and handed me a mug—hot cocoa, of course, with a dollop of cream and a sprinkle of cinnamon. "I figured you deserved a break," he said softly. "Something lovely for someone lovely."
His words landed with a warmth that rivalled the cocoa. As the music played, Cedric pulled me gently into a sway, dancing there on the snowy shore with only magic and moonlight as witnesses.
I leaned into him. "You're kind of perfect, you know that?"
He smiled, brushing a bit of snow from my hair. "Not perfect. Just lucky enough to have you here."
“Are you okay, love?” - Coughing like crazy Headcanon
Pairing: Cedric Diggory x Reader
Summary: A headcanon of just being in a coughing fit to see how Cedric will react-
Warnings: Really short, a bit of cursing, lmk if there’s something I need to add here!
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- You probably had this in mind for a while now
- Coughing like crazy to see your boyfriend’s reaction
- One of your friends suggested the idea to you, and you decided to go with it and see Cedric’s reaction
- You always liked it when he showed how much he cared for you after all
- So you’ll probably be in your dorm with him on the bed, reading a book as he had his arms wrapped around you
- “Cedric, love?”
- “Hm?”
- “Let me go for a moment? I need to get something.”
- The male did let you go for a while, although reluctantly
- You smiled at him, clearly visible on his face how he just wanted to stay in bed with you
- You made your way towards the desk near your bed, bringing out what looked like that you had the twins make for you just for this
- It wasn’t really a medicine, just candy that looked like medicine
- Making sure that your boyfriend could see it from where he was, you put one in your mouth as you downed it with water
- “What’s that? Are you sick, love?”
- "Hm? Not really... Don't worry about it."
- You smiled at your boyfriend, making your way towards his open arms again for a hug
- The two of you stayed like that for a while, talking about how your day went
- You would’ve almost forgotten about the prank you had in mind if he didn’t mention one of his professors getting sick so another had to substitute
- The two of you stayed quiet for a while, basking in each other’s presence
- And that’s when you finally started coughing
- You pried yourself off Cedric’s arms, sitting up on his bed as you continued coughing
- “Are you okay, love?”
- Cedric looked at you worryingly, started to rub on your back
- It had been a few minutes already, and yet you didn’t cease
- You wanted to laugh at how he looked right now, if only you were actually faking it this time
- You’re throat actually started to itch and you felt like something’s in your system that you just want to vomit out
- And you did
- You rushed towards the nearest bathroom with Cedric following close behind, asking you if you’re okay and what’s wrong
- “Holy shit-”
- You sat down on the tiled floor, trying to regain your breath
- “This was supposed to be a prank where I actually pretend I’m sick and I had the twins help me with making a candy that looks like medicine. Well I guess whatever they put in that candy actually made me feel sick”
A week passed by without any further discussion of Draco Malfoy, or Y/N’s father. Frankly, the girl was just happy to have Cedric in her life the way she did, meaning the effect of Draco’s cold glares and that growing pit of curiosity she’d buried were stifled almost entirely. Almost. On the blond’s end, it almost seemed as if he had been sure she would come back. So, the longer she didn’t, the more bitter she watched the Slytherin grow. It was only at the end of the week, during which Draco had been especially frigid with the two Hufflepuffs, that Cedric spoke. But, when he did, his words certainly startled his girlfriend.
“I reckon we should talk to him,” he said as they left Potions class.
The sun shone magnificently on the cold day. The girl, folding her arms across her crisp black robes, stopped. The two had just emerged from the dungeons, the air sharp and cool as it snapped against her cheeks. Students in the corridor bustled noisily past without a care, and birds chirped encouragingly from the nearby greenery.
“What are you on about?” the girl asked questioningly.
“Don’t get me wrong, I hate the git,” he added cooly, “but he might know something about your father.”
“So?” she said defeatedly. “I cut him out, remember?”
“Right,” the brunette clicked his tongue, “that’s why I said ‘we’.”
She folded her potions book under her arm with a tilt of her head.
“Huh?”
“If the both of us talk to him, maybe we can get through to him,” Cedric elaborated.
“Cedric, he hates our guts,” she reminded him.
“Not our,” he corrected, “my.”
She grimaced.
“Well it’s true,” he shrugged in defeat.
“I’m not so sure.”
A contemplative silence ensued. Then they resumed walking. The halls emptied as students made their way to lunch, leaving the slow-moving pair in a thoughtful stroll.
“I don’t get it,” she chuckled, “why would you of all people want to help Draco?”
“Simple,” he replied at once, “for you. You deserve the truth.”
The girl sighed, full of so much love for the boy.
“That’s very sweet, Ced” she smiled softly. “But, aren’t you forgetting he nearly killed a girl? And that he’s likely a death eater?”
“Course’ not,” the Hufflepuff grinned. “That’s the only somewhat leverage we have on the ferret. And we haven’t said a word on it.”
“Meaning?” she asked confusedly.
“Meaning,” he stopped, “either he helps you, or we out his misdeeds for good.”
Cedric’s big blue-green eyes sparkled in the sunlight, the boy looking as handsome as ever as he blinked down at his girl. Y/N’s mouth fell into a hard line, the words ringing uncomfortably and weirdly in her ears as she stared up at her boyfriend. She wasn’t sure she liked the sound of that, after all. And then, at once, they were conveniently interrupted by a boy with a mess of black hair and a prominent scar on his forehead.
“Harry!” the girl chuckled in uncomfortable surprise.
“Hullo,” he waved with an on-brand nod of greeting.
Then, not knowing how else but to skip the niceties, he mumbled with a wave of his hand.
“Y/N, have a moment?” he asked distantly.
“Erm,” she cleared her throat, eyes darting to Cedric’s, “is this about Draco?”
The boy-who-lived read the two Hufflepuff’s with a squint, a crease forming between his brow.
“Malfoy, yeah,” Harry said timidly, eyeing Cedric. “Does he--” Harry began.
“I’ve let him in on everything, yeah,” the girl answered Potter’s hanging phrase.
Harry didn’t judge, only observed curiously, a cautious smile dancing on the corners of his mouth. Beside her, Cedric nodded, folding his long fingers into the pockets of his robes. Not revealing a word, the Gryffindor blinked in silence for a second, his green eyes narrowing as the cogs in his brain whirred.
“Ah,” Harry shrugged at last. “Well, erm, that’s good actually. There’s something I’ve been meaning to tell you. It’s about Katie and that cursed necklace.”
The Hufflepuff pair tensed in anticipation.
“I--” Harry began timidly, “--I think he did it. Malfoy, I mean”
Y/N and Cedric exchanged a silent glance, communicating wordlessly in their wide stares.
“What makes you say that?” Cedric feigned ignorance, moving his eyes back to Harry.
“Well, I’ve already got the itch that he’s working for Voldemort, right? But then I saw him leaving towards the castle looking desperately guilty only moments before she was cursed. And he’s been acting extra offputting this whole week since,” he rambled.
The girl clenched her jaw. His pieces were lining up, even if the latter ones had far less to do with the necklace than Harry knew. Sucking in a breath, Y/N darted her eyes to Cedric’s before responding carefully.
“I don’t know, H…” she tried.
“If the three of us all come forward,” he stammered, “surely then McGonagall or someone would listen, right?”
Probably, actually, he was right. But doing so meant severing ties with the blond for good and making him suffer a deserved but likely ghastly fate. And it also meant losing any chance of gaining intel on her father, she thought. Not that she loved Cedric’s idea morally, either. But, she felt upon his proposal that she couldn’t not try.
“Listen, Harry,” she sighed. “I don’t think it’s best unless we have actual proof.”
Harry frowned, “and have you found any?”
The girl shook her head, hating to let him down like this again. More specifically, she hated that she was keeping secrets from a dear friend.
“Draco and I haven’t been talking,” she told the half-truth.
“Again?” Harry retorted.
She winced.
“Sorry-- just--” Harry caught himself, “that git is one hell of an emotional rollercoaster.”
The girl looked at Cedric, swallowing, “I know.”
He looked rather off-put, as his mouth hardened into a faux smile of assurance.
“Well,” Harry cleared his throat, “okay. I suppose you’re right. I can’t go about sounding loony with baseless accusations, even if they are true, so… okay. You’ll let me know if anything changes?”
The Hufflepuff’s made a noise of agreement, staring at the jet-black-haired boy as he pushed his glasses up his nose and made down the corridor with a sigh. She noticed he was looking a little disheveled, what with his laces undone and a rather crumpled set of robes on. Kindly, Cedric gave his friend a pat on the back as he departed, the polite smile fading from his lips as he watched him go. Then, slowly, he turned back to his girlfriend. He didn’t look all the most pleased, but what was there to do? This was them being honest with each other, after all.
“Alright, Ced,” the girl exhaled slowly, bringing each of her hands to the side of his robes as she leaned into his torso, “what do you think I should do?”
. . .
This time it was Y/N who sent the bird-shaped parchment Draco’s way. On it, she’d written:
𝐿𝒾𝒷𝓇𝒶𝓇𝓎. 𝟪𝓅𝓂. - Y/N
Of course, what she hadn’t mentioned was that Cedric would be joining. After a rushed dinner of rosemary glazed potatoes and pork in the Great Hall, the pair slipped away into the castle and pattered over to the library. For a second, they stood outside together. The girl wore her robes still, her hair in a high pony and her lips flushed a little red. Cedric stopped, grabbing her gently by the wrist. His blue-green stare moved all over her face, his expression worried.
“You look very lovely,” he offered nervously, rubbing his thumb against her wrist.
Taken aback, the girl chuckled a bewildered thanks.
“You do,” he prodded again, moving his free hand up to brush back the loose pieces of hair she sported.
Then, eyeing her hair with an odd determination, the boy moved his hand to her hair tie, pulling her hair loose altogether.
“Ced?” she questioned, scrunching her nose as her locks fell around her halo face.
“Well, now you just look arguably more beautiful,” he huffed in annoyance, fiddling at her with his long fingers again.
“Ced-- what--” the girl was laughing now as she slapped his hand back with a giggle. “What’s going on?”
“Nothing,” he shrugged through his lie, letting his fingers stay on her rosy cheek, “nothing. Come here.”
Then he brought his lips gently down to hers, the kiss soft and brief. Blinking through her surprise, the girl cleared her throat and stared at the towering boy’s mouth. He looked utterly love-struck, and something else, too. If she didn’t know any better, she’d think he was jealous.
“What was that for?” she mumbled softly.
“Nothing,” he lied obviously, silencing her with a peck to the lips and a grin. “Nothing.”
Struggling to breathe right, the girl came off of his lips once more, breath faltered. Regaining her composure, she smoothed her hands over her little black skirt and cleared her throat with a nod. It was odd, but she wasn’t complaining. Entering the library first, the girl slinked between its opened doors. She knew where to go immediately this time. Brushing past huge wooden oak shelves, focused huddles of students, and warm gas lamps, the girl made her way to the musty and dusty abandoned back corner of the room. Crammed between the two back shelves, she stood alone, just like last time. Recalling her previous encounter there, she reached nimbly for an old blue book on healing incantations, the one she’d skimmed the time before. Flipping it open, she barely had a second to observe its old yellowed pages before Draco Malfoy stood before her. He didn’t hide behind the opposite shelf this time, embarrassed to be seen near her. Rather, he strode quite confidently to her, his long pale fingers glittering as he pushed the book gently down from the girl’s nose with a smirk.
“Hello,” he murmured, icy blue eyes gentle.
She lowered the reading slowly, growing nervous at the proximity. He wore his uniform, too, but minus the robes. His dark emerald tie stood out against the white fabric that clenched to his definite chest. His bright white hair was neatly framed over his head. His pale and sallow features held some smug in them, she noticed.
“Hi,” she cleared her throat, setting down the book.
She gave a nervous glance around. Some nearby students had lifted their heads from the other side of the shelf. She could just make out Cedric’s tall frame approaching from the opposite side. In front of her, Draco hummed curiously.
“I was wondering how long you’d shut me out,” he spoke softly, “before you’d come back.”
The girl’s doe-eyes narrowed. Was he really that full of himself? Or was this him being vulnerable?
“I missed you,” the blond added softly, taking the girl immediately off-guard.
Perhaps it was both, she decided with a swallow. His words and that dark minty smell alike were making her head spin. She wasn’t sure how to reply. In all truth, as much as she was furious with him, this-- him-- she’d missed. But she couldn’t ever admit that to herself, much less Draco Malfoy. Opting for something curt, she straightened.
“Draco, I’m not doing this.”
His pale brows came together, his pink lips creasing, “hm?”
“We’re here on behalf of my father and nothing else,” she continued, leaning back away from him and into the bookshelf.
Draco’s face grew dark.
“We?” he asked dangerously.
“That’s right.”
Cedric stood behind the blond, both of his hands in his pockets as his hard gaze leveled that of the snow-white boy. Grimacing, Draco tilted his head with a scowl.
“Diggory,” he uttered with dislike.
From behind him, Cedric’s throat rumbled an acknowledgment
The smug Draco wore dissipated, the blond hardening before Y/N’s very eyes. The glitter in his icy eyes melted, a cool gray glaze replacing it.
His hands moved to his pockets, “what is this, hm?”
Cedric stepped around him now, Draco’s eyes dead-set to the girl still.
“What is this?” he repeated, flicking a finger between the two Hufflepuff’s but speaking only to one.
There was a brief silence. The girl felt as if her heart had grown tendrils that were now reaching from her chest to her throat, shutting her down from the inside out. Now the cozy library suddenly felt too hot, and the turning of yellowed pages too loud.
“If you’re going to say anything to me,” the girl said through an unconfident stammer, “it should be something the both of us are hearing.”
The Slytherin pondered this for a moment, his enrapturing eyes glinting devilishly.
“Anything?” he dared, ego consuming him.
The girl swallowed, “to the both of us.”
Draco’s lips split at once -- it was as if she was just begging for it.
“Alright,” he decided with cheek, turning to the brunette with predictable spite. “I kissed her.”
He aired it so confidently that the slow stopping shuffle of nearby pages had to be an indication that his words had reached a few perked ears. Draco didn’t seem to care. As the girl swallowed, she thought back to when she’d last been with him, like this. At the time, Draco Malfoy had tried with all efforts to keep the girl a secret, a mindset he’d clearly lost interest in sporting.
Cedric sucked in a breath with a straight smile, “I know.”
And there went his cheek.
“What?” his facade crumbled quickly, his brows lowering on his handsome face.
“I know,” Y/N’s boyfriend uttered, leaning in a little this time, so he could really get it.
“I don’t--”
Draco’s face softened, then grew hard again. His snowstorm gaze was slow as it moved back to the girl’s face. She wore a look of feigned togetherness and a hint of something else… guilt? Her eyes were quick to flee to the floorboards, her bottom lip disappearing beneath the gentle bite of her teeth.
“Did--” Draco began, so soft now that his quivering was hard to place as rage or upset, “did something happen with you two?”
She hadn’t responded, but judging by the Slytherin’s next words, her and Cedric’s expressions had told him enough.
“Right,” he said, and it came as a sour, hurt, laugh. “Well, I suppose you’re in luck then, Y/N.”
Her glossy eyes lifted. His own were right where she’d left them. Buried under the familiar loathing within his demeanor, she sensed a quelled but definite rage, one he barely had on edge.
“I have nothing to say to you,” he uttered, cold and firm, his back straightening.
His stare flickered to the other boy, who folded his arms in silence.
“Diggory.”
“Still feeling cocky?” he shot back cooly, the reply fired instantaneously.
The blond’s nostrils flared, his slender fingers growing tight in unison.
“Right. You must be loving this,” he snarled sarcastically.
“As a matter of fact, I am.”
It was like watching a ticking bomb.
“Ced,” the girl perked up glumly, reaching for his arm, “don’t.”
Two blue-green eyes moved to hers, but they were shrouded in defiance. Before them, the Slytherin was shaking. But then, pale fingers trembling as they came undone, Draco Malfoy stopped. That crystalline stare went dim as he turned, various curious eyes and ears tuned into the sight of his swift exit from the library. It was only after he left that Cedric spoke.
“I’m going after him,” he announced coldly, bright eyes forward.
“What?” the girl stammered, pulling her fingertips from their gentle clasp of his wrist. “He’s never going to want to help us.”
“He will,” the boy said, barely giving her a glance as he began striding forward.
“Ced! No! Ce--” the girl tripped on her boots after him.
Y/N went stumbling through a maze of novels, hands still clasped to her own book as she tried to slow the Hufflepuff with a loud library-like whisper-scream. When wandering eyes turned, her mouth closed, the girl straightening her back as a good Prefect might. Palms to her sides, she proceeded to curtly and formally chase her boyfriend through the doors of the library in silence.
“CED!” she hollered the second her feet landed outside the place.
But the boy was practically miles ahead as he hollered down at his target, Malfoy.
“Draco!” he called. “DRACO.”
Cedric’s hand touched his shoulder, and he stopped. The blond looked like he was holding it together by a half of a hair as he turned, his eyes alight with rage and facade tremoring with something more wounded. Very slowly, his lips split.
“Malfoy,” he responded.
There was that voice thick with hatred -- she knew it from memory.
“Malfoy,” Cedric corrected himself with a curt smile. “Won’t you hear us out?”
“No,” he responded simply, eyes darting to the girl who came to a halt behind Cedric’s shoulder. “Not you. Not her.”
Cedric’s jaw went stiff, the boy half-turning to cast a pair of sad eyes upon his girlfriend.
“I’ll talk to him,” she tried softly, willing Cedric to listen.
His brows creased. This was grappling with logic and ego.
“Please, Ced. It’s fine.”
Her words were soft, the boy’s demeanor shrinking as he stepped back with a nod, a brown lock of hair falling handsomely over his right eye. His gaze grew defeated as he turned, moving to stand just behind the heavy-breathing Hufflepuff. Sighing with relief, the girl closed her eyes. Bomb diffused.
“Draco,” she began softly, her eyes opening.
He didn’t correct her.
“Draco, I want to know more about my father,” she spoke, stepping closer.
The boy’s ice-colored eyes doubled in size as they moved from Cedric to Y/N, his entire face softening with the like for her that he couldn’t quite hide. He shook his head with a clear of his throat, masking whatever pain was crawling around at the back of his vocal cords.
“Why is he here?” he asked back simply, dodging her plea.
“Because I trust him and I want him to be a part of this,” she responded firmly.
From behind her, Cedric’s back straightened a little.
Draco moved a hand to his emerald tie, pulling at it with unease. He looked unhappy with her reply.
“And because you kissed me,” she added definitely, moving her hair behind her ear with a glance down.
This was the answer he’d both expected and dreaded together. The boy’s lips tightened as he rubbed at his chin, the silver on his long fingers glittering. Next to her, Cedric didn’t move.
“Because you kissed me,” the girl repeated breathily, “which means you can’t be trusted alone around me.”
Draco’s frosty stare glimmered, his slender fingers dropping from his face.
“Because I can’t, or because you can’t?”
He’d asked it so softly, so calmly, that she’d barely caught it.
Feeling her throat close, the girl stammered in a wordless reply.
“Watch your mouth,” Cedric warned, turning a broad shoulder out with a glance at the Slytherin.
But Draco didn’t pay him any mind. Rather, his eyes were still locked to the flushed cheeks of the girl before him.
“Draco please,” she ignored his remark, “I’m ready for this.”
It was true, not that she knew what ‘this’ implied. Knowing more? Absolutely. Vengeance for her mother? Most certainly.
His eyes softened, “Y/N, this is so very dangerous. For bot-- all of us.”
Her jaw hardened, “it’s a risk I’m willing to take.”
He tilted his perfect face a little, white locks splaying across the edges of his sharp features.
“This might not work,” he tried.
“Well, then I’ll take that risk too.”
The blond sighed, his jaw pulsating as he shook his head with a sheepish laugh.
“Ever stubborn,” he said with a press of his tongue to his cheek.
The girl suppressed a smile, eyes flickering around nervously. And, for a moment there, Draco looked at ease -- happy, even. Hie eyes on the girl’s uplifted mouth, the Slytherin’s smile faded slowly, his stare shifting to the Hufflepuff boy beside her. Cedric was facing him now, wearing a look of mingled stress and upset on his creased brow. As the brunette’s shoulder bumped against his girlfriend’s, Draco Malfoy grew quickly bitter.
“I don’t trust you,” Draco announced simply, his eyes dead-set on his rival.
“I don’t trust you either,” Cedric chuckled, voice thick with distaste.
“Then it’s her or nothing,” he shrugged simply.
“Draco,” the girl chimed, stepping forward.
His crystal stare moved quickly down, hurt visible behind those wide pupils. He took a step forward, lowering his voice for her.
“I do trust you, you know?” he uttered gently, sucking his lower lip beneath his teeth with a shake of his head. “That’s something you earned.”
True, she thought. Trust wasn’t something Draco Malfoy gave easily. But then again, the basis of their trust revolved around a lie she’d schemed with Harry, which of course he had no clue about.
He threw a glance at Cedric as if he wasn’t a person worth actually acknowledging, “but not him. I mean, what would I even get from this? From him?”
“The skin on your back,” Cedric replied flatly, interjecting the exchange before him.
The Slytherin didn’t look too pleased.
“C’mon, Cedric,” the girl moved her head, shaking it.
“I haven’t forgotten about Katie,” Cedric continued calmly. “Watching you terrorize students under my nose isn’t something I could’ve.”
Draco scoffed, “so righteous. And even if that lie were true, what would it serve you, Diggory?”
This was pointless. Even without flat-out blackmail, the girl had found herself on the verge of earning Malfoy’s agreement. What was happening now served no purpose but to quell Cedric of the sting of his challenged ego. She had never wanted it to come to this, not if there was an alternative.
“Stop,” the girl tried, finding herself growing quickly invisible.
Only the light from the cobbled wall’s torches illuminated the deserted hallway as the three stood there, fiercely entangled.
“I’m suggesting that you’ll help the both of us, or I’ll report you to the headmaster myself, and out you as the traitorous death eater you are.”
Cedric looked pleased as he aired out his threat.
“Impressive, for a Hufflepuff.”
Draco’s head tilted, his ice-blue eyes wide with alarm and even horror, like he couldn’t comprehend the words he was hearing from good-boy Cedric Diggory’s mouth.
“Cedric!” the girl hissed quietly, shaking her head in frustration.
Draco Malfoy moved his bewildered stare to the girl, begging a question of her from within his eyes. Was this her idea? Had she been in on it? The answers in her expression told him no, and also somewhat.
“And was this what you wanted?” Draco then asked the girl, bonds of trust fraying quickly.
“No,” she said surely, throwing her boyfriend a disappointed glance. “No, Draco. I just want to know about my father, but… I don’t want to see you hurt, either.”
The bonds somewhat mended, Draco just looked disappointed now. So did Cedric.
“Even if he deserves it,” Cedric worded from behind her shoulder.
She snapped around, “don’t.”
The bronzed boy’s expression fell, his face hardening and ocean eyes moving to the stone ground. Turning back to the blond now, the girl released a sigh of distress, hating every second of what was happening. Timidly, she approached the Slytherin. She came before him, folding her hands into her pockets with a nervous chew of her jutted lip.
“Will you help us?” she pleaded softly, blinking up at the boy through long lashes.
Still stinging, Draco looked down at her with a sense of betrayal festering in his stare.
“Have you left me a choice?” he asked softly.
The girl couldn’t reply, opting for a gentle head-shake of sadness. She could barely hold his gaze, feeling her heart race and blood rush hot against her ears as she tried desperately not to break the guilt-inducing scrutiny of the blond. With no words, she begged of him.
“Okay,” he decided softly, clearing his throat. “I will.”
Cedric perked up, eyes lifting. It had worked. Now, however, Draco acknowledged him.
“But know one thing.”
He swallowed.
“I’m doing this for her,” Draco spoke firmly, stepping so close the girl had to retreat into Cedric’s front with alarm.
The boy’s arm snaked into the girl’s front, holding her arm snugly into the grasp of his large hand. She could feel Cedric’s heart thumping against her frame.
“Not for your sake, or the sake of the skin on my back,” he murmured assertively, confidently. “But for her.”
Cedric tensed, his face hard as he nodded with unenthusiastic understanding.
“Whatever it takes to help her,” Cedric responded calmly.
She felt his grip tighten. From before her, Draco’s eyes fell, resting on hers with a mingled hurt and care. It looked as if there were a million things he’d wanted to say to her, but he had restrained them behind his parted lips.
“We’ll need somewhere to meet,” he said at last, straightening. “Somewhere we can’t be found.”
The girl thought hard, eyes widening as she thought back.
Then, with a clear of her throat; “I know a place.”
. . .
The two Hufflepuffs had made their way from the Library and to their Common Room in almost absolute silence. It was quiet, save for the clack of their shoes on the ground and the occasional passing set of students chattering. The girl was aware of the silence, of course, since it was paired with the intense and upset stare of one Cedric Diggory. The boy, though keeping his mouth shut, looked desperately like he was fighting for his life. Only when reaching the set of barrels at the entrance to the Hufflepuff Common Room did Cedric dare make a noise.
“Wait.”
A large hand sprung out, its hold gentle as Cedric’s long finger curled against his girlfriend’s wrist. She turned, her eyes blank as she tilted her jaw up, giving him the floor. Cedric’s handsome face looked stricken with regret.
“I shouldn’t have been so--” he tried.
“So eager to get yourself into a pissing contest?” she replied.
“Y/N, he almost killed a girl,” he defended.
“And is that why you said what you did?” she challenged with a raise of her brow.
Slowly, Cedric’s hand moved away, his lashes fluttering as he stood straight. From outside their Common Room, the girl could hear the jovial delights of fellow friends and the wonderful smell of fresh cookies. She craved knowing those two things at that moment.
“No,” the boy admitted, running a hand over the curve of his jaw in agitation. “No, you’re right.”
The girl swallowed, sucking in a breath.
“I got very defensive, I’m sorry. I didn’t need to be that way he just--” Cedric heaved, his head rolling back. “He’s infuriating.”
“I’m aware,” she replied, stifling a tired chuckle. “Ced, I’m aware.”
“No, you d--” the brunette started, stammering and growing quickly flustered. “You don’t see what I see, Y/N. When he-- When he looks at you, he does it like you’re a piece of food. Like you’re prey and he’s the predator.”
It sounded ridiculous. She couldn’t help but to snort, her nose scrunching. Cedric involuntarily smiled at the sight, then grew more frustrated yet. His brown locks were becoming messy as he streaked his fingers through them in distress.
“I’m being dead serious,” he tried, “it’-- it’s maddening.”
The girl’s smile faltered. What was she supposed to say to that? She pulled nervously at her skirt as Cedric’s big bluish greenish eyes grew sad. He stepped forward, bringing his index and middle fingers to her cheek with a tilt of his head.
“Y/N,” he began slowly, so slowly she could feel his thickly layered hesitation, “are you sure about this? About him? There’s still time--”
“I’m sure,” she answered shortly, blinking through a shaky sigh. “I’m almost certain of it. And I’ve committed now, so, I suppose I can’t run from my past forever… right?”
Cedric’s face softened, “yeah. Right.”
There was a moment of tension. It was somewhat dark in the little corridor and felt cold in comparison to what lay behind the bricked wall. The girl ran her tongue against her teeth nervously, then shook her head. This was right, and everything was going to be okay. Desperate to ease herself of the rigidity of it all, the girl allowed herself a smile.
“And you promise you’ll not go about making trouble?” she said, voice rising with cheek.
The girl’s lips quivered as they split. Slowly, she stepped forward into her boyfriend’s muscular chest. Her small hands moved to his golden-yellow tie, grabbing him by it with ease, and tugging in playful request.
Cedric let out an attractive sigh, lowering his forehead closer to his girl’s.
“Not unless he does first,” he said.
She smacked lightly at his bicep. The boy’s lashes fluttered closed as his forehead came upon the girl’s. Beneath him, she giggled. His lips twitched into a devastatingly gorgeous smirk, his shoulders relaxing from her touch and the sound alone. Eventually, the two and their quiet laughs fell quiet, their breathing low as they embraced each other’s gentle touch. Silence ensuing, the girl’s eyes opened, meeting Cedric’s magnificent ocean stare. He had something clear on his mind.
“Nothing,” he began, his voice wavering. “Erm..”
He pulled away, clearing his throat and curling his arms to his chest with a nervous and adorable chuckle.
“Ced?”
He tried again, smiling anxiously.
“Nothing frightens me more than the thought of losing this,” he announced simply. “This. You.”
The girl felt her brows crease and her heart grow three sizes. He was certainly direct, not to mention he had caught her very off guard. Blushing furiously, Y/N bounced to the balls of her feet, grabbing each side of her boyfriend’s face with a flicker of her love-struck stare. Cedric burned red beneath her touch, his lashes fluttering as his dimples creased beneath the girl’s palms.
“Good thing I’m not in a rush to go anywhere,” she teased, smiling into his mouth.
Her lips closed to Cedric’s. They were delightful and soft, just like always. He hummed lowly with content against the girl’s mouth, two hands coming gingerly beneath her chin so as to keep her propped to his level, the kiss slow and drawn. He smelled wonderfully of aftershave, and his skin was perfectly smooth. When at last the two pulled back, it was with a slow and drawn sigh, as well as a lingering smile. Cedric grinned one of those earth-shattering grins of his as he reached for his wand and turned to the barrels before them like he was a little drunk. Taking Y/N’s hand, he tapped at the barrels in order, the warmth and light of the Hufflepuff Common Room spilling invitingly over the pair. Fellow housemates were eager in greeting, and a set of cookies was soon to make its way over to them, of course. Smile fading, the girl trailed after her best friend, the noise around her beginning to ring ever so slightly. The voices grew a little fainter, and the lights a little brighter, Then, amongst the commotion, she heard it. It was soft but present, and there was no denying it, for that was surely the dreadful and indistinguishable sound of a bomb, its ticks growing louder, and louder.
A/N: I really like this one, actually! I hope you enjoy it, too! <3
Summary: After finding that Cedric is stressed, you help Cedric relax with a massage and a handy surprise.
Warnings/content: Smut (hj), fluff, stress from school (should be a tw in and of itself)
Word count: 1.73k words
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Cedric had been stressed out of his mind, and you knew it. He tried to cover it up every night with reassuring "I'm fine"'s and pretending to do his homework beside you even though he couldn't focus on anything anymore.
But you knew Cedric better than he knew himself. You know his itches, what made him tick, what made him swoon, what made him sigh in delight, and you knew that your unfairly handsome boyfriend was not fine.
You expected him to break at some point, not wanting to do the honors of dissecting him yourself, because he was much better at bottling up his feelings than he was expressing them sometimes.
You expected him to break - just not like this.
"Merlin, I can't believe I was so daft to forget my broomstick!" Cedric exclaimed, swinging the door to your dorm room wide open, which caused you to jump from where you sat at your bed.
"It's just a broomstick?" You questioned, swiftly getting up to help him look for the appliance he needed to practice Quidditch. He'd been trashing apart the room just looking for the damned thing.
"No, it's not just a broomstick, Y/N!" He burst, bringing his hands up to pull his hair from his scalp anxiously. "It's everything - it's the homework, it's the procrastinating, it's me forgetting to kiss you goodnight yesterday, it's my entire life." The boy said, clearly in distress.
"Why don't you skip practice today?" You asked, an idea coming to mind. Your arms crept around his waist as his large hands found your shoulders to ground himself and his trembling knees. He was highly anxious right now. You looked up at him through your lashes, batting your eyes a few times in an effort to get him to stay with you.
"I can't, Y/N/N. I'm the team captain, what am I going to tell-"
"You can tell your players to suck it up and practice without you. You deserve time to relax, baby." You said, letting your delicate hands trickle up his sides to rest on his shoulders, which tensed from all the knots. You tsked, pouting at him. "This will not do, my love. Come with me." You said, intertwining your fingers with his and stopping at your four-poster bed the two of you shared.
You looked at him expectedly, nudging your head to the tempting mattress. "You... want me to get on it?" Cedric asked as if you didn't sleep together every night.
"Uh... yeah, that's kind of the entire point of me bringing you over here." You laughed, tugging on his shirt to remove it. He did, but not without eyeing you up and down, wondering what you were up to. You instructed him to lay down on his stomach, reminding him that you'd be back. "Stay right here." You said, bending down to give him a sweet kiss on the cheek, causing him to scrunch his nose and smile charmingly.
When you returned, you were smiling devilishly, holding his favorite essential oil, another bottle of regular warm oil, and a few towels. Cedric grinned at you after realizing what you were going to do, patiently anticipating the relief he'd been craving for weeks.
"Welcome to my day spa." You joked, beaming. "Here, baby." You handed him a pillow for his head, gently rolling him to the side to put another one between his chest and the mattress. "Now, ease up and unwind." You said, waving your wand to enchant the piano Cedric had bought for your six-month-anniversary last year to play a tranquil song.
You positioned yourself so that you were straddling his lower back and began twisting and turning his smooth skin. Occasionally, you'd elicit low groans from Cedric, whose back was full of knots. "Can you do a little more there?" Cedric asked, referring to his shoulder blades. Usually, they looked very toned, and you could almost see each individual muscle. However, right now, all you could see was blockage.
"Sure thing, love." You almost whispered, concentrated on dissipating the knot. You pushed as hard as you could, which strung a quiet curse from Cedric, apologizing quickly after, knowing it wasn't your fault. "Sorry, baby." You struggled to speak, pushing as hard as possible on his soft skin. "This knot is just-" You said, feeling the colossal ball break in your partner's back. "Gone!" You exclaimed, shifting over to one side of your hip so you could see the relief on Cedric's face.
"Oh, my Merlin." Cedric spoke, turning his head to face yours a bit further. "I'd forgotten what it felt like not to be this stressed." He laughed as you bent down to kiss him on the lips, something he'd probably been waiting for.
You continued going down Cedric's body, getting off of him and to the side so you could massage his lower back, which had what felt like millions of tiny sparklers inside that erupted each time you pressed on them. Cedric looked much more relaxed than when you started, which you imaginarily pat yourself on the back for.
You took a look at Cedric's clothed legs, which were still stiff and looked uncomfortable, despite his upper body being completely "fixed." "Baby, you wanna take off your pants, too? Your bottom half looks a little too firm." You said softly, caressing Cedric's face with the back of your hand, careful not to get any oil on him.
Cedric smiled, sighed, closed his eyes, and nodded, giving you the green light to do it yourself. He wouldn't be so heavy if it weren't for his muscles, but since he had them, it made taking off his Hufflepuff Quidditch joggers no easy task. You clearly struggled but didn't want to point it out to Cedric, as he looked like he was on cloud nine.
Eventually, you had to ask him to take them off, throwing the wretched pair of pants on the floor below your bed with a half-scowl. You made your way down to Cedric's thighs, watching as they tensed at your touch, indicating that he was sore. You did the best you could with your limited experience as a masseuse (Cedric being your only "client"). You rubbed and kneaded Cedric's flesh like dough until he expressed bliss through his cute short sighs and subtle smiles.
As you were almost done, about to give him a foot massage, you noticed a squished tent that was formed in Cedric's boxers. You could barely see it because he was lying down, but you didn't doubt that he was probably hard. Smiling to yourself, you decided to keep going with the massage, something you knew would be tantalizing to him.
Once you finished massaging his feet, about an hour had passed by, and your hands were a little tired. The air smelled purely of lavender, which was what one of the oils was scented with. Cedric was almost asleep, his chiseled, tan body lying peacefully on the bed. He tried saying thank you a couple of times throughout the experience, but it just came out sounding like an incomprehensible mumble.
Turning his body over onto his back with the most dainty touch you could muster, you smirked at him as he furrowed his eyebrows through half-closed eyelids. "You look sleepy, baby." You said innocently, straddling him again. "Mind if I help you doze off?" You pushed your hand behind you to palm him through his boxers.
"Fuck, yes, please." Cedric groaned, calling for a few giggles and a knowing smirk from you.
You slipped off Cedric's underwear with ease, getting on your knees instead of pressing your full weight on him, so you could satisfy him without having to move from your position. You began softly stroking his cock, grasping at it like a loose claw from a crane machine. Cedric's breathing accelerated, his hips bucking up, causing your clitoris to collide with your pants, causing you delicious friction.
At this, you sped up, now wrapping your hands all around his dick, going up and down in a way that your wrist pressed on your clit with each and every up motion. Not satisfied with the distance between you and Cedric, knowing you both liked to be close during these intimate moments, you leaned forward, sucking on his sweet spot right on the front of his neck. You could feel him getting harder, making you laugh on the soft skin that covered his Adam's apple, which caused him to writhe beneath you, letting out a few more moans. The way his head was thrown back on the satin pillow, the way his mouth was open wide, his grey eyes rolling to the back of his head, you felt like you could've cum right there on the spot.
You weren't too concerned about the amount of attention you were receiving, even if it did feel good to pleasure yourself and him at the same time. After all, you wanted to make this evening about him. Feeling his dick twitch, you knew he was coming close, and Cedric wanted to cum with his mouth attached to yours.
"Fuck, Y/N, I'm- I'm gonna cum." Cedric's words tumbled out, his hand reaching for the back of your neck to pull you to his lips.
You nodded. "Whenever you want, don't hold back." You broke the kiss to answer, diving right back into the soft center of his plush mouth, flicking your tongue around the corners of his mouth. You could feel the vibrations of his moans all the way in the back of your throat as you sped up.
Right after you gave your permission, that was it for him. He came, white ribbons that almost looked like rays of light shooting high up and falling onto the duvet of your bed, some landing on your clothed ass. He shouted your name, watching little stars corner his vision, trying to keep his eyes open to see you, his primary focus, which would only help his orgasm become more intense.
After he'd calmed down from his high state, he turned you around, so you were on your back, and he was hovering over your aroused and heated body. You hadn't even noticed how wet you were until he pressed his knee harshly onto your heat.
"I'm not sleepy anymore." He whispered, taking you to the same heaven he was just at.
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"I don't really think it matters," you grumble, sitting with Draco and Pansy against a tree near the black lake.
"You're kidding, right?" Pansy exclaims, wide-eyed, but her lips are pursed. "You wouldn't actually date a Hufflepuff, would you?"
"No, of course I wouldn't," you argue, feeling your cheeks heat up.
"I would never. Especially imagine sleeping with one of them! They'd be awful in bed, right, Y/N?" Pansy taunts, like you're a dog trying to catch a ball.
"Shut up, Pansy. We all know Y/N and Diggory have something going on," Draco scoffs, he sounds like he's trying to joke around, but his glare is cold like ice.
"I'm not doing anything with Ced- Diggory and I never would or will! He seems like he'd be awful in bed, so whatever," you shout angrily, your nostrils flaring as you speak.
For some reason though, Pansy and Draco seemed to be laughing at you.
"What?" You snap, your arms crossed, feeling the fury rise from your stomach and out of your lips.
"You should be more careful, Y/N, you never know who's listening," Pansy giggles, doe eye-ing something behind you.
You whirl around to see Cedric. As soon as he makes eye contact with you, he marches away. His fist are clenched as he leaves.
Ignoring fucking Pansy and Draco, you run after Cedric. You follow him to an abandoned corridor, he pays no attention to your trailing.
"Cedric! Cedric! CEDRIC!" At the last shout he stops and turns around, his jaw is clenched and his eyes are clouded with hurt.
"What Y/N? Come to tell me that I'm horrible in bed?" He snarls, you expression drops and a feeling in your stomach sinks.
Shit.
So he did hear.
You bite your cheek humiliated about what Cedric had heard, because it was the farthest thing from the truth.
"You know I didn't mean it, Ced. You know it, I'll do anything to make it up to you," you beg, grabbing his hand and squeezing it in yours.
To your shock, Cedric seizes the opportunity of your hand in his, and snatches your wrist, pacing you backward to hit against the wall.
With sudden force, Cedric pushes his lips against yours, as he does you feel helpless, and submerged under his control. This new dominances was fascinating and you didn't want Cedric to stop.
You throw your head back as Cedric's fingers slip under the your panties, feeling for your heat.
"You're fucking wet for a Hufflepuff aren't you Y/N? How embarrassing, is it not?" Cedric whispers into your ear as circles your heat, teasing you to no end.
"I-I'm s-sorry, I a-am," you stutter as Cedric licks from your collarbone to under your earlobe while at the same time pushing in two digits. You moan from the copious amount of arousal.
"You don't seem sorry at all," Cedric scoffs, pumping your heat with a quick pace. You pull up your right leg, raising your knee to Cedric's waist, to bring him as close as possible.
"Y-you're am-am-amazing in b-bed," you pant shamelessly as you feel yourself meeting your limit.
A few more pumps pull you through, but when Ced sticks his fingers in your mouth to suck, and he unbuckles his belt, your excitement heightens. As he pushes into you, you feels that he's hard and pre-cum drips down his dick.
It's not long until Cedric's thrusting into you with your legs straddled around his waist. Your hands intertwine his soft golden brown locks, and Cedric leans his palms against the wall, his arms on either side of your head.
With Cedric pounding into you, lines of attractive moans and whimpers escape your lips. Cedric's grunts as he thrusts, causing you to fall into your euphoria time and time again.
The two of you come at the same time, your walls tensing up before completely relaxing. You can feel the heat of both your juices dripping down your thighs and legs.
"You'd never fuck a Hufflepuff?" Cedric scoffs as you hang limply around his body, doing your best to catch your breath. You're too exhausted to muster out a response, so you happily surrender to Cedric's control.
Draco was being annoying, as per usual. Always had something to say about you, you ignored him most of the time. Not giving him the reaction he was looking for.
Cedric, your boyfriend usually got into some banters with Draco whenever he was around and Draco started talking about you.
Draco would always flirt with you too, which bothered you even more.
He mainly did it to bother Cedric, which usually worked.
“Hey love, looking pretty today.” Draco would call out to you.
“Why don’t you ditch your Hufflepuff boyfriend and come be mine?”
“We both know I could make you feel better than he ever could.” The first time he said that to you, you had slapped him very hard in the face.
His head snapped to the side, a bruise already starting to form on his face.
He stuck his tongue into his cheek as he brought his hand up to the spot you hit him.
“Don’t ever say that to me again.” You spat at him.
He left you alone for 3 days after that.
You thought it was the end, but on the third day, Draco was back to annoying you.
You never did tell Cedric about that comment Draco made. The word got around that you had slapped Draco, Cedric asked what he said, but you lied.
You knew Cedric would be absolutely furious if he heard about that.
You’d tell Cedric when Draco was bothering you, it made his blood boil.
Then your professor got on your nerves today as well.
Snape decided to give you so much homework and 3 assignments that were due Friday.
Today was Wednesday.
But the day was finally over, you couldn’t wait to see Cedric.
You guys had found this secret meadow not too far from Hogwarts. You had to walk through the forest a little ways before you came to it, that’s why nobody else knew about it.
You started walking towards the woods. He was going to meet you at your guys’ meadow.
-
You walked through the woods, enjoying the fresh breath of air, admiring the scenery around you.
It was truly beautiful. But the meadow was even more beautiful.
After 20 minutes of walking through the woods, you saw the opening to the meadow. You smiled, picking up your pace.
You reached the entrance. Sighing peacefully as you looked at all the yellow, purple, and white wildflowers.
You walked to the middle of the meadow, dropping your bag to the ground and sitting.
You fiddled with some flowers while waiting for Cedric.
-
You heard crunches of leaves and sticks. Indicating that someone was coming.
You looked up to see the beautiful brunette step through the trees and into the sunlight that shown above the meadow.
The brightest smile appeared on both of your faces when you looked at each other.
He quickened his pace coming over to you.
You stood up, wrapping your arms around him as he got to you.
He pulled you into a tight hug. His hand around your waist and the other on the back of your head, tangled in your hair.
“Hello love.” He whispered, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.
“Hi.” Your smile growing bigger having Cedric in your arms.
You both sat down. You sat in between his legs, draping both of yours over his one as you were facing sideways.
You fiddled with the flowers and your hands while Cedric played with your hair.
“How was your day?” He asked you.
You just gave him a certain look. He knew immediately that it wasn’t good.
“Oh no, what happened?” He asked.
“Well Snape decided to give us so much homework and 3 new assignments that are due Friday. And well of course Draco was getting on my nerves.” You mumbled the part about Draco.
Cedric stiffened. “What’d he do now?” He asked.
“Just the usual.” You shrugged.
He could tell that you didn’t want to talk about it, so he dropped it. For now.
“Come here.” He said, as he pulled you into him.
You leaned against his chest; both of his arms wrapped around you. He rubbed your shoulder up and down as he placed a kiss to the top of your head.
“I’ll help you with all of Snapes work, if you’d like.” Cedric said.
You smiled. “That would be great, thank you.” You said.
You guys stayed in the field for hours, talking about whatever came to mind. Soon the sky started to darken.
“We should probably head back before we can’t see.” Cedric said, looking to the distance into the woods.
You nodded, standing up.
He stood up, grabbing your bag and handing it to you.
You smiled taking it from him.
-
It was already quite dark in the woods, you had to take Cedric’s hand as he led you through the woods because you couldn’t see the best in the dark.
He had to catch you a lot as you almost fell from tripping over tree branches.
He laughed at you each time.
“I should just carry you.” He said.
You laughed thinking he was joking, then nearly tripped again.
“That’s it.” Cedric said, as he wrapped one arm around the middle of your back and the other under your knees, picking you up off the ground bridal style.
You squealed as he did so quickly.
“Cedric!” You laughed.
-
You guys got back to your dorm room.
You and Cedric took a seat on your bed as you pulled out all the homework and assignments.
The both of you started working through all of it.
-
Cedric was talking about one part of the assignment and realized you weren’t responding to him, he turned to look at you.
You were sleeping peacefully beside him.
He smiled at the sight of you.
He gathered all of the work you two had done and put it back into your bag, he slowly and quietly got up, placing the bag on your desk before he crawled back into bed with you.
He pulled you close to him, wrapping his arms around you.
The butterflies in his stomach erupting.
He was so happy to be able to call you his. You were his everything. He fell asleep to the sound of your peaceful breaths.
the soft clicking of the doorknob alerted you of cedric’s presence. looking up from your spot in your bed, you smiled as cedric walked in, his dress tie hanging loosely from his neck. as he entered the room, he immediately flopped onto your shared bed, his golden brown hair hiding his face. “hey babe.” you cooed, entangling your hand in his tresses. “hi angel.” cedric smiled, lifting his head up to meet your eyes. the sight was enough to make your heart melt. his droopy eyes, his long lashes, his soft smile. everything about him was perfect.
he tucked his head into your chest, and you brought your arm up to scratch gently at his curls. “how was your day, love?” you asked softly. “boring. missed you tons.” cedric yawned, encircling his arms around your waist, and leaving small kisses onto your chest. “i missed you too ced.” you cooed, and a lopsided grin adorned his face. as he closed his eyes, falling into a deep slumber, you stared at him adoringly, wondering how you had ever gotten so lucky, to be able to have cedric diggory by your side.
