#tgwl

Summary: A quick getaway on a friendly beast becomes something much more significant {Cedric Diggory x Y/N} ∞ “Tatatataaa!” Hagrid sings, putting both of his arms up to present the creature in front of us.

Trotting towards us is what looks like a horse and eagle all at once. It has the body, hind legs, and tail of a horse, but its front legs, wings, and head closely resembles the features of an eagle.

“Isn’t he beautiful?” Hagrid exclaims happily. “This is Buckbeak. He’s a Hippogriff. They’re very proud creatures, Hippogriffs. Yeh don’t want to insult ‘em cause it might just be the last thing yeh do.” 

I watch Buckbeak in awe as he lets out a squawk. He truly is beautiful.

“Right,” Hagrid says eagerly. “Now who wants to go say hello?” 

The whole class backs away fearfully, except me, who take a slight step forward at the beautiful creature.

I turn around to Cedric, exchanging a certain look with him, communicating purely with our eyes. He lets out a heavy breath, mouthing a, ‘Fine,’ before stepping forwards with me.

“Come on, Y/N and Cedric,” Hagrid says happily, waving a big hand for the both of us to come forward.

“If I get eaten by this thing, I’m fully blaming it on you, Adair,” Cedric murmurs out from the corner of his mouth as we slowly approach the beast.

“How will you be able to blame me when you’ve already been eaten?” I grin.

He opens his mouth to shoot back, but Hagrid continues to give us directions, and I press a finger to my mouth.

“You might want to listen or else you’ll be Buckbeak’s lunch, Golden Boy.”

“Make sure yeh wait for the hippogriff to make the first move,” Hagrid instructs. “Yeh first have to bow, an’ if he bows back, then yeh may pet him.”

I lower myself into a polite bow, making direct eye contact with the creature, and trying my best not to break it. I can feel my eyes slowly start to water from refraining from blinking. I always lost to Jeremy at staring contests.

‘Any day now, buddy. I can feel my eyes practically sliding out of my sockets.’

As if reading my mind, the hippogriff cocks his head curiously at us, flapping his wings lightly. He finally lets out a friendly squawk before sinking into a low bow.

“Well done, both of you!” Hagrid exclaims cheerfully, tossing Buckbeak what looks like a dead ferret. “Now yeh can touch him. Pat his beak, go on!”

Cedric and I step closer to the hippogriff, placing our hands on his beak delicately as he nuzzles against us, closing his eyes contentedly. 

“Congrats, you didn’t become hippogriff chow today,” I grin, and Cedric rolls his eyes, but his lips eventually break out into a smile, his dimples popping up.

“Now, are yeh ready to ride him?” Hagrid says.

“What?” I ask blankly. “No– no, I didn’t agree to this–”

But my protests are pointless as Hagrid picks both me and Cedric up easily, and setting me down behind Cedric on top of the hippogriff.

“Hagrid– Hagrid!” I exclaim, but it’s no use.

“Off you two go then!” he cheers, before slapping the animal’s hind-quarters.

Buckbeak shoots off with a jolt, causing me to let out a shriek of panic and settle my arms around Cedric’s waist for security.

My eyes are snapped tightly shut as I can feel the creature take off higher, and wind pulling my hair back.

“Open your eyes, Clever Girl!” Cedric yells out before letting out a whoop of laughter.

I open my eyes a slit, but widen them when I see my view. We’re flying above the forest– what feels like an endless distance of nothing but green trees. At the end of the forest, I can catch a slight glimpse of the gleaming water of the Black Lake. 

I loosen my grip on Cedric’s waist and rest my chin on his shoulder, placing a chaste kiss on his jaw.

“It’s beautiful,” I sigh with ease.

“You’re beautiful,” he replies, before running a hand through his hand nervously.

“Is that you trying to woo me, Diggory?” I grin.

“I think I ‘wooed’ you a long time ago,” he rolls his eyes playfully.

After a few moment of peaceful bliss, Buckbeak decides to land on the edge of the water of the Black Lake, cueing for us to climb off.

I sit down and watch as Cedric grabs a rock, attempting to skip it across the surface of the glimmering water.

He’s not very successful.

“I think you should stick to Quidditch,” I laugh. 

“Very funny,” he says sarcastically, walking back and settling to sit down next to me.

We watch in silence as Buckbeak entertains himself by catching a swimming fish in his beak.

“Y’know– I’ve been thinking–” Cedric says, breaking the silence.

“You think?” I raise an eyebrow. “I didn’t know you had a brain in there, Diggory.”

“Har har,” he rolls his eyes. 

“Tell me what you were thinking about in that handsome brain of yours, Golden Boy,” I grin, resting my face in the palm of my hand.

“I was thinking about how I really want to be your boyfriend.”

His cheeks immediately flush the deepest shade of maroon I’ve ever seen. I can feel my heart practically beat its way out of my chest, a feeling I can’t decide if I hate or love– I settle on love.

I’m such a nervous wreck– never been like this before. I always dreamed of who my future boyfriend would be when I was a little girl, and I never thought it’d go as perfectly as this– with the boy I can see everything with.

she’s beyond perfect.

{Cedric Diggory x Y/N}

∞

I’m sitting in the library with a pile of books stacked messily on top of one another in front of me. 

I’ve spent my whole afternoon holed up in the library reading all I can possibly find on Slytherin’s history and everything that’s known about the Chamber of Secrets.

Someone pulls out the chair next to me and sits down. Without even having to look up, I already know who it is. 

“Are you following me, Diggory?” I say, still not looking up.

“No, ma’am,” he says, running a hand through his hair. 

“Why do I keep seeing you everywhere I go?” 

“Is that a complaint?” he raises an eyebrow.

“What if it was?”

“Ah, but I know it’s not,” he grins, his prominent dimples appearing. “So what are we reading today, Clever Girl?”

He bends his head to try to look at the cover of the book in my hand.

“Secrets of Slytherin,” he reads with a frown. “Why are you reading that?”

“Because I’m trying to figure something out,” I reply, my eyes still scanning the same line over and over. I haven’t actually absorbed anything that I’ve read since Golden Boy has sat down here.

Cedric shifts my pile of books in front of him, and begins to go through them. I watch out of the corners of my eyes as he reads the title of all of them and picks up a random one and opens it.

“What are you doing?” I ask.

“Reading,” he replies casually.

I snap my book with a sigh, and I watch his lips form a smile.

“Someone’s happy,” I raise an eyebrow. “You’ve finally got my full attention. Satisfied?”

“Oh, very,” he smirks, putting his book down. “You want to finally tell me what’s actually going on?”

“What are you talking about,” I say cooly, my heart hammering inside.

“Well–” he picks up my book that’s titled, ‘Wizarding Mythologies: The Chamber of Secrets’. “Why are you suddenly interested in the Chamber of Secrets and about Slytherin?”

“Being nosy now, are we?” I say.

“Very,” he nods. “So please tell me.”

So I do. I tell him everything that’s happened since the first day of term. For some reason, I’ve just decided to trust him. When I’m finished, he looks at me like I've just told him some fantasy story.

“Why didn’t you tell me this before?”

“Because it’s not your thing to worry about,” I answer, not meeting his gaze. “It’s not your burden to carry.”

“And it isn’t yours either.”

I finally look up to meet his eyes that are filled with nothing but concern. How could I not fall for him? Sitting this close to him really gives me a chance to examine his features. Every girl in Hogwarts would die to be this close to Cedric Diggory– to be able to sit only a few feet apart and gaze at his beautifully structured face.

“Well, someone needs to stop the heir,” I say quietly. 

“And that isn’t your job,” Cedric responds. “You’re sitting here, cooped up in the library, reading all of this– this bullshit that isn’t your problem to worry about.”

“Let’s go do something,” he stands up, reaching out his hand for me to take.

I look at it for a moment before grabbing it and standing up, following him out of the library.

∞

We end up on the second floor of the castle, in front of the painting of the fruit bowl.

Cedric reaches a hand forward, and tickles the pear on the painting.

The painting swings forwards to reveal the Hogwarts’ kitchens inside.

Inside, there are dozens of house elves bustling around, some cooking, some prepping, and some cleaning.

“Mr. Diggory!” they all exclaim happily when they spot Cedric. 

“Frequent customer here?” I grin.

“I come here sometimes for midnight snacks,” he says with a lopsided smile.

The house-elves rush forwards, all of them taking turns to give him a hug.

“Mr. Diggory has brought a girl!” one of them exclaims.

“Oh and she’s beautiful!”

“Is this your girlfriend, Mr. Diggory?” another one tugs at the hem of Cedric’s jeans.

“Oh no–”

“We’re not–”

“Mr. Diggory’s blushing!” a high-pitched elf exclaims excitedly. “Oh, and what is the Miss’ name?”

“I’m Y/N,” I say, extending a hand, which the elf shakes excitedly. 

“What have you come here for, Mr. Diggory?” 

“Oh, I just wanted to bring Y/N by and show her around… and maybe pick up a few snacks.”

“What would you like today, Mr. Diggory?” A group of elves rush over to several ovens lined against the walls, and pull out different bakery items from each.

Croissants, biscuits, cupcakes, muffins… you name it, they have it all.

“I’ll let Miss Adair pick,” Cedric says with a grin. 

“Wow, what a gentleman you are,” I say, going along with it. “Is this what you do to all of your girls? Bring them to the kitchens and try to woo them?”

“Oh yeah, all of my girls actually,” he nods very seriously. “They love being wooed by the Cedric Diggory.”

“Your ego is as fat as your head, Golden Boy,” I scoff, but can’t help but grin.

“And I’ll take a few biscuits and muffins please,” I say to the elves, who nod eagerly and begin wrapping up a basket of both.

“Good choice,” Cedric grins.

We thank all of the elves before leaving, and Cedric leads the way outside to the Black Lake.

Sitting on the grass, resting our backs against a large shady tree, we watch the sun begin to set, lying right on the horizon.

“These are really good,” I say, holding up a biscuit before taking another bite.

“Now you’re grateful for this frequent customer, aren’t you?” Cedric smirks, pointing at himself.

“I do appreciate his air-head very much,” I nod.

“That air-head just got you a bunch of pastries,” he remarks, raising an eyebrow.

He looks at me for a moment, as if he’s taking in all of my features and really analyzing them. I suddenly feel very self-conscious.

“I never noticed how red your hair actually is,” he comments, looking at my cherry red hair that is now more prominent than ever with the sun beaming down on it.

“It’s fading,” I say, picking up a strand and looking at it.

“Why’d you dye it?” he asks.

“I wanted a change over the summer,” I shrug. “I wanted to try something new. Why– does it look bad?”

“No,” he shakes his head, “Not at all.”

There’s a group of students taking an evening swim in the Black Lake with the Giant Squid.

“Do you want to go for a swim?” Cedric asks, watching me as I watch the group of students.

“No,” I raise an eyebrow. “Where’d you get that?”

“You’ve been watching them for the last three minutes,” he laughs. “They’re going to think you’re a creep.”

“Yeah?” I grin. “Then you’re a creep for watching me, Diggory.”

“How dare you,” he gasps dramatically. “You’ll pay for that, Adair.”

He sets his muffin down and picks me up, running towards the water of the Black Lake.

“WHAT ARE YOU DOING– PUT ME DOWN– CEDRIC DIGGORY– YOU PUT ME DOWN RIGHT NOW—”

Once we’ve finally reached the water, Cedric throws me in gently, and I’m full drenched, in my jeans and everything.

“Cedric Diggory!” I exclaim.

“Yes, that is my name,” he grins mischievously.

“Oh, you’re going to pay for that!” I shake my head, scooping a handful of water in my two hands and throwing it onto him.

He splashes me back, and it begins the war between the two of us, each one trying to get the other more drenched.

I attempt to shove him into the lake, but him being much taller than me gives him an advantage.

Finally, he eventually stumbles into the water, his hair soaking wet.

“Aha!” I exclaim with triumph. “My payback!”

“I actually win,” Cedric grins. “I was the one who got you into the water.”

“You drive me insane, Diggory.” I scoff, shaking my head.

“Yeah?” Cedric smirks, stepping closer. He stops when there’s only a few inches between us. I can count every single freckle that dots his face. “How insane?”

“Out of my mind crazy,” I breathe out. 

He brushes a wet strand of hair away from my face, and cups my cheek.

“I lose my mind over you too, Clever Girl.”

And I do what I should’ve done long ago– what I’ve wanted to do since I stumbled into that compartment on the train.

I kiss Cedric Diggory.

A small scene from my fanfic on wattpad called "the girl who loved"

{Cedric Diggory x Y/N} ∞

The Hufflepuff common room is ethereal. The room is round with low ceilings and circular windows lining its walls. The afternoon sun beams through them, brightening up the room. The walls are adorned with honey colored hangings, and there are shelves where beautiful potted plants sit upon.

The four Hufflepuffs immediately find their spot in the back of the room, and sit down at their table.

"Your common room makes ours seem lame," I say, still taking it all in.

"It's cozy," Ernie says. "Always feels like home."

Justin starts a match of wizards' chess, which we take turns playing as we wait for Cedric's return.

Everytime the entrance to the common room opens, I find myself turning to look at it, to see if it's him. And every time, I'm disappointed.

Until it's finally him, and I can feel my heart beating stronger, my skin feeling warmer, and my head spinning faster.

"Hi Clever Girl," he grins, taking the seat next to me.

"Hi Golden Boy."

"So, what did Captain say?" Rolf asks.

"Wouldn't you like to know, Rolfie?" Hannah teases, causing him to give her a light shove.

"She's definitely disappointed," Cedric sighs. "But proud of us nonetheless."

"Maybe if I was on the team," Rolf says jokingly.

"Okay, Rolf," Justin snorts.

"Your brother," Cedric turns to me. "Is a bloody good Chaser. He wore out all of our Chasers last year, and he did so again this year."

"I'm not telling him you said that," I laugh. "It's only going to inflate his ego."

"You should join Gryffindor's Quidditch team," he says suddenly. "You'd honestly be a brilliant Chaser."

"I can barely ride a broom without crashing," I say. "Let alone throw around a Quaffle while riding it."

"I can see it," he continues, ignoring what I just said. "Y/N, Gryffindor's Chaser."

"Maybe," I shrug. "But definitely not this year."

"Next year?" he grins mischievously.

"Not next year either."

"Are you going to wait until I graduate before you try out?" he says, his tone playful. "I want to see you on the pitch, Clever Girl."

"I think I'll stick to the stands," I smile. "You stay on the pitch."

"I guess I could agree to that," he sighs, acting overly dramatic. "Only if you promise that you'll always be in the stands every time I'm on the pitch."