#involve me

Fic Idea:

Ik yall have seen those tiktoks where its like “cracking everytime we agree”. take THAT and now add jermajesty….

In which Cedric Diggory ignores Professor Snape’s disapproval to surprise his girlfriend with a romantic, private sanctuary after sneaking out of the Yule Ball.

(inspired by Mac Miller’s song “Cinderella”)

cedric diggory x reader

author notes: snape is your uncle for the sake of the story, cedric is absolutely in love, no actual smut but the ending heavily leads to it, had to use unrelated hashtags for engagement ya’ll im sorry😭anyw, enjoy reading lovely’s! hope u like it<3

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december 25th, 1994

Cedric stood before the mirror, obsessively adjusting his collar. Nervousness was an understatement.

He felt like a man walking into a fire, though the only thing burning was the intense, singular devotion he felt for Y/N.

A few weeks ago, he had asked her to the Yule Ball in a way that felt as timeless as a melody, a quiet picnic by the Black Lake with a large bouquet of her favorite flowers, far from the prying eyes of the school.

It was simple, but she had looked at him like he was the only person in the world.

That was all that mattered to Cedric.

He had spent an eternity picturing this night, disregarding the flirtatious glances and hollow hints dropped by other girls in the library.

He only had eyes for her.

He took a final breath and headed toward the Great Hall.

The stone steps were bustling, but the moment Y/N appeared at the top of the staircase, the chaotic noise of the student body seemed to dissolve into static.

Cedric's breath hitched.

She looked ethereal, her hair looking elegant with strands that framed her angelic face.

She wore a sweeping, baby-blue gown that caught the enchanted light of the castle, shimmering with every step.

Whispers rippled through the crowd, turning into audible gasps of admiration. "Look at them," he heard a nearby student murmur.

"They look like a fairytale couple come to life."

It's true.

He thinks she looked like a princess straight out of Y/N's favorite novel, Cinderella.

As she descended, Cedric stepped forward, clearing the tension from his chest and replacing it with a warm, adoring smile.

He offered his forearm, his eyes mapping every detail of her face.

"I've been waiting all night for this moment," he murmured, his voice low and intimate. "Honestly, I've been waiting all year. You look absolutely breathtaking."

Y/N flushed a soft, lovely shade of pink, her eyes sparkling. "You don't look so bad yourself, Diggory."

Cedric chuckled, leaning in to whisper, "You know, before I left, your uncle cornered me. He told me I'm nothing more than a walking distraction for you and that we're too young to know anything about love."

Y/N let out a frustrated huff, her expression turning stubborn.

"That's ridiculous. He acts like he knows everything, but he doesn't know us." She shook her head, looking up at Cedric with fierce conviction. "You know you don't have to be old to be a proper man, Ced. He's just stuck in his own bitterness."

Cedric pressed a tender kiss to her knuckles, his gaze softening instantly. "Let him be. As long as you're with me, that's all that matters, darling."

As one of the Triwizard Champions, Cedric had to open the ball.

Leading Y/N onto the dance floor, the weight of the entire school watching them evaporated the moment he placed his hand on her waist.

The music swelled, a graceful, sweeping waltz.

They moved in perfect, soulful synchronization, Y/N's gown swirling around them like a cloud.

Cedric kept his gray eyes locked onto hers, completely captivated.

For those few minutes, there were no dragons, no dangerous tournaments, just the rhythm of the music and the girl he loved more than life itself.

When the music grew too loud and the hall felt suffocating, Cedric noticed that Y/N was slowly feeling uncomfortable. "Take my hand princess, follow me" he leaned down, whispering to her.

They slipped away from the festivities, finding solace in the quiet, dimly lit stone corridors.

It felt like a scene out of a song, just the two of them against the world.

Every few paces, Cedric would pull her into the shadow of a stone pillar, stealing sweet, breathless kisses that left them both smiling against each other's lips.

"Uncle Severus specifically told me to go straight to my common room after the ball and nowhere else," Y/N whispered between giggles. "He's going to be furious if he finds out I skipped with my prince charming."

Cedric's smile turned mischievous as he pulled her closer, his hands lingering on her waist. "Then it's a good thing I told your friends to tell him you were already tucked away safely." He looked at her with such intensity that her breath hitched again. "I have better plans for us tonight," he says, answering Y/N's questioning look in her eyes.

He didn't give her a chance to argue.

He pulled her in for one more deep, lingering kiss, a promise of what was to come, before taking her hand and leading her away from the common room path, straight toward the quiet, steam-filled sanctuary of the prefects' bathroom.

As the heavy oak door creaked shut behind them, the room revealed itself as a dreamscape.

It wasn't just a bath, it was a sanctuary Cedric had meticulously prepared.

The surface was scattered with deep crimson roses he had spent the morning charm-stashing; their fragrance was thick and sweet in the air.

Beside the porcelain basin sat a bottle of the finest champagne he could afford from Hogsmeade, already chilled.

Y/N's breath hitched, not out of shock, but out of profound affection.

She looked at the setup, then back at him, her heart swelling with an ache that felt like it had been pulled straight from a fairytale. Honest, soulful, and entirely devoted.

"Cedric," she whispered, her voice thick with emotion. She stepped toward him, smoothing the lapels of his dress robes. "You didn't have to do all this."

Cedric's eyes softened, the usual confident mask of the Triwizard Champion melting away into the boy who was hopelessly, and irrevocably in love with her.

He let out a soft laugh, pressing his forehead against hers. "I remember you telling me once that this is exactly how you imagined it. You, me, and a moment that actually belongs to us. I could only compromise with this space, but I wanted to make sure it felt like us."

Y/N shook her head, a soft smile touching her lips. "It is perfect. You are perfect."

Then she looked at him with wide, incredulous eyes, clutching the lapels of his robes. "You told me, back when we first started dating... You said you wanted to wait until marriage. Ced, I don't want you to feel forced into anything you're not ready for."

He reached out, his thumb tracing the curve of her lower lip with a reverence that made her knees weak. "I was only ever teasing, love. I don't need a ceremony to know exactly who you are to me. I'm already so sure that you're the only girl I'm going to marry," he murmured, his voice dropping an octave, husky and intimate.

Y/N rolls her eyes at him, smiling and blushing heavily regardless while saying, "I hate you."

He pulled back just enough to look into her eyes, his gaze darkening with a sudden, playful spark of anticipation. "I know you don't, and you want to know why?" he whispered, leaning in until there was no space left between them.

She looks up at him with glassed over eyes and asks, "Why?" her voice coming out softer than she intended to.

"Because hate is the last thing you're going to feel about me tonight." he whispered, leaning in until there was no space left between them.

Y/N slightly drops her mouth in shock of Cedric's sudden boldness, "You surprise me every day, Diggory" she says blushing hard as Cedric turns his back on her to reach for the tap.

The water began to swirl with enchanted bubbles, casting a warm, golden glow over their joined hands. "Let me continue surprising you even more then, my Cinderella."