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But it wasn't like I was slacking, though. I was super busy every day taking care of Nasha. She's an all-in-one elite agent.

Splintered ⋆

Pairing: Theo Nott X Cedric Diggory x Fem! Character

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘 : Jules spent years hating Theodore Nott.

He was cruel, arrogant, and always knew exactly how to get under her skin. But fifth year changes everything. The teasing turns into lingering stares, late-night conversations, and feelings neither of them are supposed to have.Theodore becomes her escape from the pressure, expectations, and loneliness that follow her everywhere. some people are destined to destroy each other no matter how much they try to hold on.

notes: hi hi! I hope you enjoy chapter 2 of splintered<3 part three is coming your way today as well!! alsoooo i’ve been posting edits, sneak peeks, and little moodboards over on my tiktok if you wanna see more content for this fic !!📱 tiktok: @theodorelvr reblogs, comments, screaming, crying, and emotional damage are always appreciated <3

warnings/tags: 18+ content (read responsibly!) fake dating trope, enemies to lovers , swearing, emotional constipation, sexual tension/ suggestive banter + character "glowup". Kissing & fluff.

word count: 1.5k

Trigger warnings will be placed before chapters when necessary.

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❝𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐈 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐫𝐮𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐲𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐚 𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬❞

༉‧₊˚. 𝐃𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝟏𝟔𝐭𝐡, 𝟏𝟗𝟗𝟒 .˚₊‧༉

⋆ J𝐮𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐭 𝐏𝐎𝐕 𝟒𝐭𝐡 𝐘𝐞𝐚𝐫

The Hufflepuff stands went absolutely mental as Cedric Diggory held the golden Snitch high above his head. Cheers and whistles echoed through the stadium, and the first thing Cedric did was glance toward Juliet, raising the Snitch with that familiar cocky grin before winking. Her stomach flipped.

He looked pleased with himself—always a brilliant Quidditch player, but seeing him this proud after beating Slytherin made her grin. She should have been annoyed at losing, but she wasn't. Not even a bit. Cedric and she had been mates for years, and she genuinely felt happy for him.

Still, she wondered if Cedric had noticed her feelings. Probably. Half of Hogwarts seemed to know, and yet he never acted differently. Maybe it was mercy. She couldn't bear things getting awkward between them.

Before this year, Cedric had always treated her like a little sister. But something had shifted. Flirtatious jibes had replaced teasing, playful arguments about Quidditch skills, and weekly chats in the Astronomy Tower that promised they'd never forget each other. The "world's best Quidditch duo" jokes were no longer just jokes.

She turned to Fred, grinning. "I'll be right back, Freddie. I need to find Cedric."

Fred smirked. "Yeah, go on then, love. Try not to confess your undying love and snog him senseless, yeah?"

Juliet rolled her eyes. "Oh, shut it. Cedric and I are just mates."

"Right. Because mates tell the whole Quidditch team they're planning to ask you to the Yule Ball," Fred said, one eyebrow arched.

"What?" Juliet gasped, lowering her voice. "Fredrick Gideon Weasley, start talking—or I'll hex your ginger hair off."

Fred winced. "Oi, no need for the full name, Greengrass. That's cruel."

"Spill it, then," she pressed.

"Fine," he said, glancing around. "Diggory told the lads he's planning to ask you to the Yule Ball tonight."

"Bloody hell, Fred! You couldn't have told me sooner? I'd have worn something half-decent!" she groaned.

Fred chuckled. "Relax, Jules. You'll be fine. Now go talk to him before I regret telling you."

"Thanks, Freddie." She leaned in and kissed his cheek before darting off, grinning as his ears flushed pink. "Wish me luck!"

She hurried down the corridors and nearly collided with someone.

"Oi! Watch it, yeah?" she said, rubbing her head.

"Oh—Jules! Sorry, I was actually looking for you," Cedric said, slightly out of breath, his cheeks flushed from the match.

She smiled. "No worries, Ced. My fault. And congratulations on the win—I'm proud of you."

"Thanks, Jules," he said, rubbing the back of his neck. "I know it's last minute, but... would you let me escort you to the Yule Ball?"

Juliet froze. And then, without thinking, she threw her arms around him. Cedric wrapped her close, chest rising and falling against hers. For a moment, it felt like the rest of the castle didn't exist.

When she pulled back slightly, hands still on his chest, his honey-brown eyes met hers, soft and careful. Slowly, he leaned in.

Her heart raced.

And then—he kissed her.

Soft at first, gentle, like he was testing the waters. His thumb brushed her cheek as he pressed his lips again, firmer this time. Her hands slid into his hair, tugging slightly, and he let out a quiet groan.

He pulled back slightly, breathless. "Is this okay?" he murmured.

"Yeah," she whispered, leaning in again.

The moment broke with a voice that made her stomach drop.

"Bloody hell, Greengrass. I knew you were a slag, but I didn't take you for the public sort."

Juliet spun around. Of course, it was Theodore Nott—leaning against the wall, arms crossed, a smug grin on his face.

"Watch your mouth, Nott," Cedric snapped, stepping in front of her.

"Or what, mate?" Theo drawled. "You gonna hex me? Go on then."

Cedric glared. "You really don't want to find out."

Theo smirked, stepping closer. "Didn't think so."

"That's enough, Nott," Juliet said sharply. "Don't you have some Slytherin girl to snog?"

He arched an eyebrow. "Why? Jealous, Greengrass? 'Cause I can make that happen if you're desperate."

Juliet scoffed. "I'd rather fling myself off the Astronomy Tower than touch you."

Theo chuckled low. "Oh really? Because I reckon I'm ten times better than pretty-boy Diggory'll ever be." He leaned down, voice low enough for only Cedric and Juliet.

Cedric's fists clenched. "Leave, Nott."

Theo shrugged. "Alright, alright." He raised his hands in mock surrender, then walked off. "But you know where my dorm is, witch—always open for you." He winked. "Nice rack, by the way."

Juliet's jaw dropped. She fumbled with her shirt, realizing it was half undone. Cedric's glare could have set Theo on fire.

"Sorry about that," she muttered, mortified.

"Don't apologise, love," Cedric said gently, brushing his thumb across her cheek, wiping away smudged lipstick.

"Well, I should head off. Got a Potions exam tomorrow," she said, forcing a smile.

"You'll smash it, like always," he said, pulling her into a hug.

"See you tomorrow, yeah?"

"Always."

As Juliet walked away, she couldn't help laughing. "Oh—and Ced? You've got lipstick on your face."

He chuckled. "Goodnight, beautiful."