#may-writes

The chatter of the Great Hall at breakfast time blocked out any thoughts you may have been having. Currently, you were just focused on buttering your toast but your brother kept elbowing you every time he told a bad joke.

Soon enough, your boyfriend had appeared behind you and was bending down to press a kiss to your cheek.

You turn to him with a smile on your face, ignoring the agitated expression of your brother, "Good morning, love."

"Morning," Draco replied groggily, in a sleep-thickened voice.

He made a move to leave and join his friends at the Slytherin table, but then his eyes drifted down to your lips. Knowing what he wanted (and wanting the same yourself) you signalled for him to bend down and kiss you, which he did.

The kiss was short but sweet, kept very brief considering who's presence you were both in. And obviously, your brother was not happy to see such a sight.

"Can you stop making out with my sister right in front of my breakfast? It's disgusting." Harry spat, gesturing angrily at his bowl of cornflakes.

You cocked a brow at him, "Making out?"

Draco shoots you a smirk that doesn't go unnoticed by Harry, "Oh Potter, if you think that that's making out, you don't want to see what goes on whe-"

Instantly, you elbow your lover in the stomach. Such embarrassing information didn't need to be shared with anyone, especially not your brother of all people.

Harry could've sworn that he almost threw up in his mouth, "You can't just talk to me about how you enjoy shoving your tongue down my sister's throat at any given moment!"

Draco scoffs, "At least your sister is a good kisser, Potter. You don't have anyone that can say the same for you."

"Oh yeah, says who?" Harry retorts, falling straight into your boyfriend's trap.

A large smirk tugs at the blonde's lips, "Didn't your last girlfriend cry when you first kissed her? Cho Chang, was it?"

"What- who told you that?!" the black-haired boy splutters.

Draco didn't give Harry the courtesy of an answer, he only confidently grinned down at the Gryffindor boy.

Suddenly, a wave of realisation washed over Harry's face. He slowly turned to you with a stern expression that poorly concealed his inner rage, "Y/n."

Today's date had been in both yours and Cedric's calendars for weeks now. It'd been too long since you had both spent some time alone together.

The times where you snuck around in the library after hours whilst sharing kisses under the guise of studying potions were lovely. But those moments weren't enough. Both of you wanted to enjoy a proper date for once.

So when the two of you were approaching the Three Broomsticks together, hand-in-hand with matching smiles on your faces, all you felt was joy.

You always found yourself smiling in your boyfriend's presence, no matter how horrible your day had been. It was rare for a person to have this affect on you, but you were glad it was Cedric who had taken your heart.

The pair of you chose the booth that you always did. As you were both given unnecessary menus, you sat back in your chair to let the warmth and familiarity envelop your weary body.

But that was when you heard the snide voices chattering away from a nearby table.

Noticing your sudden freeze-up, Cedric reached a hand under the table to link his fingers through yours, "Are you alright, sweetheart?"

"Yeah, kinda." you hum back.

Cedric soon catches on to what has caused your distress, and he was quick to notice that your walls were suddenly flying back up, leaving nothing but a scowl on your face.

You snapped your head towards the group of bratty girls and turned the glare to them. Unsurprisingly, they were a part of the familiar group of Hufflepuffs who trailed after your boyfriend all the time.

"What the fuck is her problem?" one whispered to the other.

The other scoffed, "Slytherins, I don't know what people see in them. Especially ones like her."

You opened your mouth to give a rude retort, but Cedric squeezed your hand and spoke before you could, "I think you two should mind your own business and leave both of us alone. Y/n happens to be nicer, prettier and funnier than either of you could ever be."

That quickly shut the two girls up - but you couldn't find any words either.

Within moments, the pair of girls mumbled what could've been an apology and left the building as quickly as they could.

"Love, are you okay?" Cedric asked tentatively.

You hesitated for a moment, going through Ced's kind words over and over again in your head. Instantly your mood had soared up and you were feeling so much better now that those invasive girls had vanished.

"Yes!" you reply simply and cheerfully, beaming at the brunette in a stark contrast to your glare from earlier, "That was really sweet of you."

Cedric breathed a sigh of relief and sheepishly rubbed the back of his neck, "I was barely scratching the surface of your magnificence."

You pull his hand towards you and oress a gentle kiss to his knuckles (something that he liked to do to you), "You're too good to me Ced."

HARRY POTTER

The top of your head.

If you're sitting down to study, he'll walk past and peck you on the head.

He especially loves doing this if you're shorter than him.

But if he can't reach his favourite spot, he'll settle for kissing your temples.

In general, this boy just loves kissing you anywhere on your face.

RON WEASLEY

Neck.

I don't know, I just see him loving your neck.

Whether it's leaving red marks or giving gentle brushes of his lips against your soft skin, he just loves it.

He'd sweep your hair out of the way if it was covering your neck just to kiss you there.

It'd also give him an opportunity to whisper something sweet to you.

HERMIONE GRANGER

Hand. Hand 100%

She finds it easy to do when either you or her are reading, or studying.

Hermione just generally loves your hands.

Holding them? All the time.

So it doesn't take long before she gently places random kisses on your knuckles.

Only a few days ago, Cedric had been fighting dragons in an arena whilst three of the greatest schools in Europe watched, and now all he felt like he could do was lay still in his bed.

It was understandable to be tired after such an event, but he had hardly left his room since, and now people were starting to talk.

Even when he would venture into the halls of the castle, it'd be exhausting for him to keep up his cheery facade whilst being congratulated by yet another stranger.

More than once, you had brought meals up to his room on the worse days. You didn't mind doing this of course, but guilt tore at Cedric's heart. He didn't want his girlfriend trailing around and bringing him things, no matter how often you reassured him that you were happy to do so.

He was glad that his Professors had become more lenient on him, letting him skip most classes to recover. All he had to do was a few essays as a form of homework, but he could hardly manage to force his heavy emotions away from his mind for long enough to complete all of his work.

More often than not, you completed the essays for him, or read him passages from textbooks as he lay his head on your stomach.

Today happened to be one of those occasions. You were sat on the edge of his bed with a small textbook in your hand and Cedric's head in your lap.

His tired eyes were closed as he listened to you recite paragraph after paragraph about the Draught of Peace. Your hand occasionally ran through his wavy hair, making sure he was comfortable while he rested his head against your thighs.

"Y/n." Cedric suddenly said, causing you to move the textbook to the bed so that you could get a better look at him.

"Yes, love?" you ask, brushing a stray strand of brown hair away from his eyes.

"Cuddle with me?" he spoke, slightly hesitant to ask due to his embarrassment, "Properly, not just this. I haven't been sleeping too well since the... you know."

"You think I'll be able to help you sleep?" you ask quietly, only just louder than a whisper.

"You always help, but of course you don't have to stay overnight if you don't want to." Cedric replied just as softly.

"Of course I will," you nod happily, "I'll grab us some dinner and then we can sleep."

Just when you shuffle Cedric's head off your lap and stand up so that you can take a trip to the Great Hall, he grabs your wrist so you can't walk away.

"Don't go." he pleads, swinging his legs over the side of the bed to be sitting there instead of laying.

"What?" you ask tentatively, moving to be seated beside your boyfriend, "You do realise that you need to eat something, right?"

"How about we get into the kitchens later on?" he suggested, finding an answer that would please both of you, "We can take a nap during everyone's dinner hours and then we can sneak out when we wake up."

"Promise?" you ask again. Though it may have come across as overbearing, you needed to be sure that he would let you take care of him later on.

"Promise." Cedric confirmed, leaning to rest his forehead to yours with a sincere smile, a smile that told you that he wasn't lying.

You stare back into his eyes for a moment, then pressed a gentle kiss to the tip of his nose. This caused his nose to scrunch up as he let out a laugh.

That was one of the few times you'd heard him properly laugh since the first task, it was unlike the polite fake chuckles he gave in response to someone who'd approached him in the common room.

Cedric took you by surprise by wrapping his arms around your waist to pull you down to lie down with him. The two of you faced eachother, his arms still around you and yours found their way into his hear again.

But before you got too comfortable where you were, you yanked the duvet cover up and over the both of you so you could share it's warmth.

"What?" you ask in confusion when you see your boyfriend's eyes lingering on you for a little longer than usual.

"Am I not allowed to stare at my lovely, beautiful girlfriend anymore?" he teased, pulling you closer by a few inches, "I can't really help myself."

A small squeak of surprise leaves your lips before you could hold it in, so to hide your flustered state, you bury your face into Cedric's chest.

From this angle, all he could see was the top of your head and the soft strands of your hair that were splayed across his pillows in a perfectly imperfect way.

"You can't just catch me off-guard like that, Ced!" you groan in fake annoyance, voice muffled by his body.

"But it's so much fun!" he says, and you can practically hear the smile behind his words.

You mumble something quietly in response, purposefully not loud enough for him to hear. So when you lean back to look up at his face, he's raising a questioning eyebrow at you.

Though Cedric was putting on a front of playful confrontation, he was really admiring how you looked in the low-light of his personal prefect's dorm room, and how breathtaking you were in moments like these.

"I do mean it though." he sighs, revelling in the way you tilt your head up and closer to his.

Your lips were now close enough to be brushing against his, "I know." you mumble back sheepishly.

The brunette couldn't stop himself from pressing his lips against yours further, you'd drawn him in and he was happy to fall for your game. Your eyelids fluttered shut along with his as his hands gripped your waist slightly tighter.

It was an innocent, yet emotional, kiss that conveyed a lot of unspoken feelings towards one another.

But Cedric pulled back for a moment, as if he had suddenly come to some sort of realisation, "Sweetheart, could you promise me something now?"

"Depends on what I'm promising." you reply, only half-joking, brushing your thumb over the highs of his cheeks soothingly.

His deep grey eyes gazed into yours with a seriousness that you'd only seen once or twice before, "Promise that you'll keep kissing me until I forget about how terrified I am about everything going wrong in my life."

"That's something that I'll gladly do, Ced." you say softly, leaning in to press another tender kiss to his smiling lips.

Both you and Ron had been waiting for this upcoming game for the entire week, but each for different reasons.

As always, you were yearning for the next opportunity to feel the rush of a game. The atmosphere was unmatched. Even the ache of your arms on the day after the match was something you'd grown to enjoy.

Whereas Ron simply wanted to watch you; the best player of all the Hogwarts Quidditch teams. Despite not knowing you, he would count himself as one of your biggest fans.

When Quidditch season approached, you were always the talk of the school. It was even rumoured that professional teams were keeping their eye on you. But you never let any of that get to your head, which was something that Ron admired greatly.

No matter how many times Ron tried to pluck up the courage to exchange even a few simple words with you, he could never bring himself to do so. Harry always teased him for backing out at the last moment every time.

Now as you stood in the changing rooms, checking that your gloves were on properly for the fifth time in the last minute, you couldn't help but feel an impending sense of doom.

Something inside of you was screaming to you that something was going to go wrong.

You hadn't felt such unease caused by a quidditch match since the dementors invaded the pitch in your third year.

Still, when your captian yelled for you to leave the changing rooms and get ready to play, you swallowed your worries and put on a smile.

"Ready, Y/n?" your beater partner asks.

"Of course." you smirk back, taking your bat from them, "Are you?"

"Ready as I'll ever be." they spoke through a tight-lipped smile.

"Then let's not keep the people waiting. I want to beat these Slytherins as quickly as we can."

Your fellow beater nodded, and together you stepped out onto the pitch with a broom in one hand and a bat in the other.

The second that your boot touched the grass, cheers erupted from all around the stadium. You smiled and waved at everyone, but smirked cheekily at the silent Slytherins on the far side of the stands.

It wasnt long before Madame Hooch was blowing the whistle that announced the start of the match. Instantly, your attention was captured by the bludger and nothing else. All you needed to focus on was that heavy black ball.

Ron, however, could only focus on you. Not the chasers scoring point after point, not the seekers stretching their arms out towards the snitch - only you.

From the way your robes flapped in the wind, to the way you swung your arm to protect your teammates - he noticed and admired it all.

The bludgers were soaring through the air, almost as if they were teasing you. It seemed like they was purposefully avoiding you, or taunting you by staying just out of your reach.

If you blinked, you'd lose track of one. Today the black balls felt more illusive than the snitch.

And if that wasn't difficult enough, the Slytherin players were cheating and shoving like they usually would. More times than once, a chaser slammed directly into you and didn't get fouled for it.

"Y/N! BLUDGER!" your teammate screeched.

Just in time, you managed to dodge out of the way instinctively. There was no way you'd be able to deflect that with your bat.

But the bludger didn't stop. It kept rocketing off in the same direction with no sign of slowing down.

Your eyes widened when you realised that it was heading straight for the Gryffindor's section of the stands.

Instantly, you sped straight after the rogue bludger. You had to abandon your position on the field, but other students were in danger.

"This bloody ball has to be hexed." you think to yourself. It was faster than usual, yet didn't change it's path.

Your heart was hammering so loudly in your ribcage that you didn't hear the alarmed screams of the Gryffindor students that were now diving out of what was soon to be the crash site of the bludger.

One lone person was yet to move, a dazed-looking ginger stood staring up at you, seemingly unaware of the danger he was in.

There was no more time left. With one final attempt to stop the bludger in it's tracks, you press yourself against your broom and swing your bat in the direction of the ball.

Luckily, your bat deflected the bludger away from the lone boy at the last moment with a heavy thud.

Ron stared up at you, shocked that you had left your position on the field just to protect him. He didn't know what to say, all he could do was let his mouth hang open in awe.

"Are you alright?" you ask breathlessly, still hovering above the stranger.

His silence gave you a chance to take in his appearance. He was rather attractive, seemingly pretty tall and lean. You were close enough to him that you could even see a few freckles adorning his reddening cheeks.

When he didn't answer, a bushy-haired girl appeared beside him and answered for him, "He's okay, don't mind him. Thank you for getting that bludger away from him!"

You nod back in response, but make a note to check on the boy later. He seemed shaken up, and you felt some sort of responsibility to make sure that he was safe and unharmed.

The match ended with Hufflepuff winning by a small margin of only twenty points. Instantly after you'd dismounted your broom, thousands of people had flooded onto the pitch to congratulate your team.

Notably, the Slytherins stayed sitting where they were, not moving a muscle. All they could do was scowl at the rest of the students that were having a good time.

After high-fiving what could've been the hundredth person to approach you, you started looking around for the ginger boy you saw earlier.

You spotted him on the edge of the crowd rocking back and forth on the balls of his feet awkwardly. His face seemed to light up when you met his eyes.

He waved weakly, as if he wasn't sure that you were looking at him in particular. Part of you wanted to chuckle at his shyness, but you found it somewhat endearing.

You had to force your way through the crowd to approach him, and only then did you see the bushy-haired girl and another boy standing by his side.

The moment you opened your mouth to speak, the brunette grabbed the hand of the other boy with a smirk and pulled him away from you. This left you and the ginger boy standing alone on the edge of the quidditch pitch.

"Hey," you start hesitantly. Being this close to him made you unnaturally nervous, "I just wanted to see if you're okay after earlier on."

He continued staring at you in disbelief for a moment, "What, so you just remembered my face?"

"Of course I did! It's not like I have a name to go off of." you add, hinting for him to properly introduce himself.

Thankfully, he took the hint, "Right, I'm Ron. Ron Weasley."

"Well Ron Weasley, I'm Y/n L/n. How are you feeling after almost getting flattened by a bludger during your free period?" you ask, almost teasingly. Your nervousness had shifted into calmness all of a sudden.

"Thanks to you, I'm alright." he smiled back.

"I just wish I knew why it did that. I've never seen something like that happen before."

Ron scratched the back of his neck awkwardly, "My friend said that she heard someone admit to hexing the ball to get back at me for something I did to their potion project last week. Sorry for making you do all of that extra work."

"It was nothing." you laugh it off, but internally cringe at how big-headed you sounded.

Thankfully Ron didn't seem to mind, if anything he just seemed more encapsulated by you, "Yeah." he breathlessly agrees.

You hesitate for a moment, feeling slightly flustered under his wistful gaze, "I'm glad to see that you came out of that unscathed though."

Ron sensed your uncertainty, and it seemed to shift onto him too. You noticed him fiddling with the hem of his shirt.

Finally he spoke up after taking a deep breath, "Would you maybe want to go to Hogsmeade with me next weekend?"

You were in shock, and you were sure that that shock was present on your face.

"Of course you don't have to! Sorry, yeah, you don't know me at all, that was weird." he started to ramble.

You managed to cut him off by placing a hand on his bicep, "Ron, relax. I'd love to."

His face instantly broke out into a grin that stretched from ear to ear, "Really?!" he exclaimed gleefully.

"Of course! I'd love to get to know you." you reply, matching his grin with one of your own.

Interrupting the moment of bliss, your fellow beater yelled for you to join them in the changing room to get ready for the Hufflepuff celebrations back at the dorms.

With one final smile to Ron, you start to leave the pitch, "Oh, pick me up at the entrance to the Hufflepuff common room!" you call out over your shoulder.

The second your back was turned, Ron punched the air in his own form of celebration.

It was safe to say that neither of you could wipe the grins off of your faces for the rest of the night.

You, Ron, Harry and Hermione had been huddled up together by the common room fireplace for what could have been hours by now. Classes had ended and none of you, not even Hermione, could muster up the energy to do any homework that would be due in the next few days.

"I swear Malfoy tried spilling his pumpkin juice on me at lunch. I don't get what his issue with me is."

Ron perked up in his seat with a confused look on his face, "You said that exact sentence in the dream i had where i was kissing y-"

His eyes went wide when he realised what he had just said - glancing over to Harry who was only smirking back at him, clearly enjoying the show.

"...Someone." the ginger finally settled on saying - very unconvincingly you may add.

You raise your eyebrows at your friend teasingly. Ron only shrinks away under your stare, suddenly aware of the way your thigh was pressing against his.

"Good one Ron." Harry scoffs, "C'mon Hermione, I think we should give them some time alone."

Neither you or Ron paid attention to your friends, too wrapped up in eachother to notice them leaving the common room.

"Someone?" you echo Ron's words, leaning closer to him.

Even from this small action, you could see the affect it had on him. His face was turning redder by the second and he seemed unable to look at you for any longer than a few seconds.

Ron could only cough awkwardly as a response.

Deciding to go even further with your teasing, you whisper, "Was I a good kisser then?"

That seemed to break him entirely. He stopped moving for a considerable amount of time before finally stuttering out a, "Wha- huh?"

"You heard me. Was I good?" you repeat with a smirk when you noticed that Ron was subconsciously leaning closer towards you too.

"Uhm, I can't really remember." he replied awkwardly, clearly lying. He was tugging at the hem of his jumper - something he always did when he wasn't telling the truth.

Finally, you ask the question you had been leading up to, "D'you wanna try the real thing?"

"Are you sayin-"

"Yes Ron," you swiftly interrupt him with a laugh, "I'm asking if you want to kiss me."

Ron's face lit up with a grin, "Of course I do."

With a determined look on his face, he moved a hand to the side of your face, and the other was placed on the side of your neck. You were sure he could feel your heart rate increasing from the anticipation of it all.

He didn't wait another moment to press his lips to yours, and in that moment Ron thanked his slip-up, because otherwise he didn't think he'd be in this position.

"G'morning sweetheart." you were greeted by the sound of your boyfriend's voice as you approached your usual spot on the Gryffindor bench.

"Morning," you wearily reply, pressing a light kiss to Fred's cheek as you sat beside him.

"Good morning." George said cheerfully through his mouthful of scrambled eggs.

"Morning George."

Now that your usual greetings were out of the way, you shifted your focus to the task of piling a variety of foods onto your plate.

"So darlin', potions first, right?" Fred asks, turning to you with a dreamy smile (which George pretended to gag at).

"I thought you said you didn't bother memorising your timetable." you laugh back.

"Well, my love, I just pay attention to yours more." your boyfriend quips back smoothly.

"Merlin, Fred, you're sickening." George mumbled bitterly, secretly jealous that he hadn't managed to gather the confidence to ask his crush out.

Fred only punched his brother in the shoulder, who quickly shut up with a pained grunt.

The older twin instantly went back to staring at you as if you were an angel - which gave him yet another nickname idea.

"Hey angel," Fred called, drawing out the pet name to watch your reaction, "Would you be able to spare some time away from your homework to come and see me after classes?"

You roll your eyes, "Only if you pass me the honey." you tease back.

"Of course..." the ginger boy says with a mischievous glint in his eyes, "Honey."

He quickly handed you the small jar, making sure to purposefully brush his fingers against yours.

"Quit it with all of the silly nicknames already!" George groans, "You two make me feel single enough as it is."

"I think its sweet." you chime in.

"See, she thinks its sweet!" Fred boasts proudly, grinning from ear to ear.

George fake-gags again, "It's almost as if you've forgotten how to use her actual name."

"How could I forget? Her last name is going to be Weasley pretty soon anyway."