#cedric diggory x fem!reader

[fangisms]

lady may

A/N: something ab writing for an angry hufflepuff really saved my soul. she is SO valid. maybe i’m her. (also this song eats away at my brain, so i had to write ab it… naturally) gif creds: @frodo-sam

Pairings: Cedric Diggory x Fem!Grumpy!Hufflepuff!Reader

Summary: Well, he’s not the toughest hickory that your axe has ever felled // But he’s a hickory just as well 1.5k words

Warnings: fluff, cursing, two idiots very much in love, pining, angry hufflepuff, dumb/embarassed reader (lovingly), golden retriever cedric, quidditch injury mention

How could you look so beautiful drenched by the pouring rain, hovering ten meters in the air, goggles suctioned to your face, barking orders at the rest of the team like a drill sergeant? It’d always make him wonder. And midgame, that’s a silly thing to do. Which is exactly why he’s doing it.

You’re the angriest girl Cedric’s ever met. World class beater and a great captain, but you’ve got serious anger issues. The guys have started calling you boxer because you’re always on the verge of a scrap. Cedric has seen you chew out almost every position on the team. Except him. You’ve never yelled at him, you barely even look in his direction on a good day. Yet, for some inexplicable reason, he wants you to yell at him.

Well, not entirely inexplicable. Now would be the best time to mention he’s got a huge crush on you. In fact, he’s had a crush on you since you became team captain. You’ve always been pretty, but something about the title and the power really commanded his attention.

Which is precisely why he needs you to yell at him. He craves it. He’s been waiting all year for you to tell him he’s an idiot and that he’s doing everything wrong. But you won’t. And desperate times call for very desperate measures.

He’s barely dodging bludgers, not even trying for the snitch, doing party tricks in front of the stands, anything for you to glance his way. And then he goes and gets knocked off his broom. Luckily, he wasn’t too high in the air and he wasn’t flying too fast. The worst that happened was he got the wind knocked out of him. The best? You marching toward him like a sicced dog.

You kneel at his side, goggles loose around your neck as you coo, “are you okay?”

What? No, this is all wrong, you’re supposed to call him stupid, say that next time he’s off the team. Not ask if he’s okay.

Cedric nods and you help him sit up, signalling to the stadium that he’s alright. A cheer rips through the crowd.

“Can you play?” you huff, patting his back softly. He’s got butterflies.

“Yeah,” he says. When you get him on his feet, he almost wishes you won’t let go. And he suddenly remembers you’re much prettier up close, and his heart nearly gives out.

“Good sport, Diggory,” you tease, hopping back on your broom, “Back to work!”

It’d take a brain injury to get your attention.

The game goes off without a hitch: Cedric goes back to actually trying for the snitch and wins Hufflepuff the game. He’s a little disappointed he hsan’t given you anything else to be upset about. So once the celebration is over, he catches you outside of the locker rooms.

“Why didn’t you get mad at me?” Cedric asks, jogging to catch you as you head back towards the dorms. You don’t respond, but he’s sure you heard him. So he nudges your shoulder. “Come on, boxer, I’ve seen you angry, I’m prepared.”

You stop dead in your tracks, and he slows to a stop just behind you. Then you turn to face him, and he’s never seen your glare so intense.

“Listen, Diggory, you’re smart, you’ve got talent, and I trust you to perform well on this team. So I can’t for the life of me understand why you go out on that field just to dick around.”

You’re serious. Not angry, just serious. You’ve got this calm and collected tone that drives him absolutely up-the-wall insane. But he wants you to yell.

“You have plenty of adoring fans tracking your every move, you don’t have to pull dumb shit to get people to like you. You could’ve gotten yourself hurt or killed, understand? So I advise you put your team and your safety before your reputation,” you say, storming off with your bag slung over your shoulder.

And it gets him kind of worked up because obviously, he wouldn’t have done any of it if it weren’t for you. You and your stupidly selective anger issues. And your stupid smile.

“Hold on,” he hollers, still half drunk on the idea of being subject to your rage, “you think I don’t put this team at the top of all of my lists? Clearly, I love this stupid sport or I wouldn’t put so much damn time and effort into it!”

“If you love this sport, act like it.” Your jaw ticks before you march through the doorway, leaving him flustered in the mist of the courtyard.

…

He’s giving it one last go. If you won’t get angry with him, maybe he ought to just confess his feelings outright. This feels like the most rational he’s ever been. He even combed his hair extra carefully in hopes of you noticing.

Your friends quiet down when he approaches you in the mess hall, small flower pinched between his fingers, grin plastered across his face. You look a little annoyed but he’s pretty sure it’s just shock. And suddenly it feels like grade school when they all burst into giggles.

“This is for you—”

“Diggory.”

He cocks a brow. “Yeah?”

You grab the sleeve of his robes and drag him out into the hall, near slamming him into the stone wall. So much for his combed hair.

“What was that back there?” you hiss, “What’s wrong with you?”

“Well. I brought you a flower. It’s from the field—”

“I can see that!”—you’re frenzied searhcing for any possible explanation other than he has a head injury from falling—“Explain to me why.”

He looks confused and presents the flower again.“Isn’t it obvious?”

You look down at the flower. It’s small and white and looks so delicate in his hand. And you look at him. You suppose his pupils are a little extra dilated. “Are you poisoned? Or drunk?”

“No!”

You finally let go of him to gesture wildly. “Then what, Cedric—Merlin’s beard—What???”

“I brought you a flower,” he coos, tilting his head. You press two fingers to the bridge of your nose.

“Yeah, I got that part—”

“Hold on—hasn’t anyone ever given you something nice because… they like you?” Cedric hums, shuffling closer to you. Your eyes are glued to the tiny flower, but you won’t take it. Then you glare up at him.

“Is this a joke? Did the twins put you up to it?”

“No, just take the flower! I like you!” He sounds dastardly jovial, taking your wrist in one hand and presisng the flower to your palm with the other.

“What?” you scoff. Still staring down at the flower, making him wish his face was made of them so you’d look at him like that.

“Yeah,” he sighs.

And then you look at him. In the eyes. Perplexed, brows knitted, but you’re looking right at him and he could faint. Maybe it is a head injury.

“But I’m not… I’m not like…”

“Like what?” he asks.

“Well, it’s just—I’m confused because… you like pretty girls, and I’m not… that’s not what I do—am. What I am.”

“You’ve got to be joking,” he huffs.

“Cho is pretty,” you state.

“You’re pretty.”

“No, Cedric, I play quidditch. If I was pretty, I’d have a boyfriend,” you reason, shrugging your shoulders and giving him a real run for his money.

“And those things are connected… how?”

You scoff and relax a little when he puts his hands on his hips. So what if he’s incredibly handsome. So what if your friends want to see you together. So what if he’s the one person you don’t want to rip to shreds. It’s not like any of that matters. Right?

“It makes sense!” you say.

“No, it doesn’t. Can I be your boyfriend?”

“Diggory, don’t—”

“Is that a no?”

“Well, no! But you’re being rash! You’ll change your mind, and you’ll want your flower back!”

He shakes his head. “No. I gave you a flower because I think you’re very wonderful and very beautiful and I want to be your boyfriend.”

“But…”—he’s very amused by the fact that he’s made you flustered—“I sweat a lot!”

“So do I,” he chuckles, “we do play quidditch together, I hope you know.”

“Okay, okay, fine. We… argue!” you chirp.

“And you’re almost always right! Problem solved,” he says, “Now, would you be my girlfriend or do I have to get down on my knees?”

“No! I mean, yes! No, no, no knees, just… yes. I will be your girlfriend.”

Cedric smirks, taking the flower from your still open palm and tucking it behind your ear. Yesterday, he could barely say hello to you, and now he’s pulling you closer and tilting your chin up. His heart flutters when you palm his waist, and you smile when he leans a little closer.

“Are you going to kiss me?” you hum. He chuckles.

“Only if you’d like.”

You roll your eyes and smile. “Naturally.”

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[slu7formen]

hey bby! I wanted to request cedric x slytherin!reader. she is known as an ice princess, very elegant and intelligent but has no friends. she falls for THE cedric but has no hopes to even be with him. how would their story end? it would bring me so much closure 💕 thank you so much in advance

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melting heart | cedric diggory x f.r

cedric diggory x fem!reader

you were known for being an ice princess. being a slytherin, coming from a rich family, one of the smartest in your class; the whole package. but then you accidentally drank verisaterum, and the person you bumped with… had to be Cedric Diggory, the boy you liked for years.

warnings: language, the twins doing something illegal, emotional reader, little use of yn

reminder: english’s not my first language, so I apologize do any spelling mistakes.

slu7formen’s masterlist | cedric diggory’s masterlist

“Morning, (yln)”

“Malfoy”

Of course, he didn’t say anything as you walked out of the Slytherin common room on your way to have breakfast. but you felt his blue eyed intense stare in your back. Unfortunately, you lived in a world where even Draco Malfoy thought that hanging out with you was… not good, but since his parents knew yours, saying hi to you was the least thing he had to do, mainly because it was his parents request.

You decided to go alone this morning. Well, you were always alone, but when you do have company, it’s your cat; Hara. She looked very pleased with her sleeping position, so bothering her was not an option.

You could say she was your only friend, the only one you had ever since your first year at Hogwarts and now, on your sixth year, everything was the same. Did you hate it? Not at all. You got used to being alone, even though you hated it at first.

Your family has a reputation, therefore, you do too. People say you’re an ice princess, they say that if looks could kill, many students would be dead by now and you’d easily be responsible for it. Despite your very low desire of having friends or even sharing your life with wizards and witches, they said many other things about you too that could have easily be something that describes the sweetest girl in the world.

The way you walk, as smooth as if you could float, small but decided and confident steps. Always smelling fresh, like just showered; whoever sat next to you could sense it so strong that some even said that your perfume is made with amortentia.

Besides, you were also your house Prefect.

Truth was, you were an easy center of attention, even when you didn’t want it. A Slytherin girl who’s family is rumored to be richer than the Malfoy’s, her best friend is her black cat, always wearing the most expensive jewelry, spending as much time in the library as possible to study and also someone who’s extremely intelligent that shows its passion for Defense Against the Dark Arts, being at the top of her class? How could you not be someone that people talked about?

You were a whole mystery. But they were too afraid to even try to discover you.

You didn’t know who even started to say that you were not someone good to be with, so you couldn’t understand anything at your first year and cried yourself to sleep every night because no one wanted to be around you. With time, it got better, maybe it’s better to be alone than being sorrunded by bad people, you thought, and it always made you feel better when your stone cold heart was about to melt when you felt too vulnerable.

But no one, definitely no one… makes you feel as vulnerable as Cedric Diggory.

Of course you knew who he was, who didn’t? He was a revolutionary insanely attractive guy that caught every girl’s attention even in his first year. For your first year in Valentine’s day, he received at least twelve letters and a massive box of chocolates gifted by an anonymous girl at your grade, and he didn’t hesitate on sharing it with his friends. On second grade, he gained even more popularity after becoming a part of the Hufflepuff Quidditch team, and by fifth grade already, many girls were desperate to ask him on a date and fantasize about what being their girlfriend was like.

You couldn’t deny that you were one of those girls… not the girlfriend part, but the one that could easily fall for him if your heart gave the chance.

You liked him in first grade, secretly, but as the months went by, the colder you became, the more you avoided him, and the more you forgot about his existence, just being another person you know that would not be relevant in your life.

At least, not until he bumped into you just when the year started, three months ago.

You were walking with your hands full of books, almost covering your view as you tried to find your way to your dorm again. Hara was next to you, as always, and you secretly wished she was a human the whole time so she could transform back into her original shape and carry some books for you.

That didn’t happen.

What did happen, is that you gasped as your books bumped into someone’s body; for the second time. The first one ran away when she offered to help you and you yelled at her to leave you alone, because you were too angry to even let her help you.

But how could you yell at his face?

“Oh, Merlin” he had said before quickly getting on one knee, and his big hands already started to pick up three books. You just stood there… silent. “I’m so sorry, I was coming around the corner and-…”

Your tired and big sigh interrupted his words. “It’s fine.” your voice said as you got on both of your knees as you fixed a piece of tour hair behind your ear. “It’s the second time today.”

“I’m sorry” he said again, much sadder this time, and you noticed. You thought you maybe were too hard on your words, or your tone, or the way your face was clenched, but why would you care? Weren’t you always like that?

You didn’t answer though, just silently picking up your heavy and boring looking books from the floor.

Cedric had looked up at you twice while picking up the books. He recognized you from the hallways and his classes, but didn’t find the need to introduce himself; he thought you wouldn’t care a bit. Of course, he had to think just the same way as everyone else.

You secretly wished he didn’t, but you also thought that this was going to be the only time that you saw him and actually talked.

“Are you going to your dorm?”

You frowned your eyebrows at him as you lifted your head. His brown were hidden behind some hair that fell on his forehead as his lips were parted, waiting for your answer. You nodded your head, suddenly remembering that you were actually talking to him, not staring at a fucking statue. You slapped yourself internally, feeling stupid.

“Yeah” your answer was short.

“Let me help you then, it’s the least I can do”

God, could he be more perfect?

But your hard ass had to complain.

“No, it’s okay. I know my way”

You heard his laugh when you picked up the last book from the floor.

“I know you do, but I want to help you. They’re too heavy for you”

You sighed loudly again, and with an annoyed expression on your hardly visible face, you said; “Look, I don’t need help, okay? Just-…” you stopped when you looked to your left. Hara was always there, but not this time. “Where’s Hara?” the fear in your voice alerted Cedric’s ears.

“Who’s Hara?”

“My cat!” you almost yelled, letting your books fall again as you quickly got up, already disappearing into the corner in which the brunette guy came from. “Hara?”

He was quick to follow behind you. “It’s a black cat, right?”

“What?” you asked, turning your head as you found him standing next to your body, looking down at you. “No! I’m not letting you help me find my cat”

“Well, too bad” he muttered before walking past you and brushing your shoulder. You scoffed, surprised with wide eyes as you heard how he called your cat’s name and made those same little noises that everyone does when they are trying to find a cat.

He did not fall for your complaining. Why did you like it so much?

“Ugh!” you shouted towards the ceiling while letting your arms rise up and then fall heavily to your sides. “Hara!” you screamed, knowing damn well that that would not make her come to you again, but being the only thing that came out of your mouth.

You could still hear Cedric’s voice as you silently looked for Hara in the cold hallways, books long forgotten, probably getting stepped on by many students.

For what felt like ten minutes, you were already convinced that Cedric was long gone and had stopped looking for your cat. Your thought got you relaxed, but also worried, were you too harsh on him? Too rude? You didn’t want to be rude with him, or with anyone but it was just what came out of you.

Cedric didn’t run away though. No, he stayed, he insisted. He had to be one of the few if not the only person that ever did that to you, at least for the past three years…

“yn!”

And then he called your name.

A single name falling from his rosy and pumped lips, letting it fall like thick and sweet honey that tasted as magnificent as the sweetest chocolate or cherry. You liked how it sounded, coming from him.

You turned your back, and he almost smiled when he noticed what he had in his arms, and the way your eyebrows instantly came back to their original not-worried expression.

Hara seemed a little too comfortable in his arms as she looked around nervously, as if she saw something she shouldn’t, or got scared by something. He stopped in front of you and gave you your pet in your arms, slightly letting his hands brush yours, but quickly letting go. The feeling was too good to be that short.

“Where were you?” you asked staring into her yellow eyes, as if she could answer. “You scared the living hell out of me, sweetie”

“Sweetie?”

Shit, he was still there.

You just gave him a quick look before kissing Hara’s head and placing her down to the ground again, pointing her with your finger to stay there, she meowed.

“Uh… thank you” you said, probably for the first time in months, and quickly feeling your throat go dry. He smiled, proud of himself because of course, he knew you never acted like this, in fact, it was like a totally different person in front of him.

He noticed the way your cheeks went slightly pink when he caught your baby-acting way of talking to Hara, he found it cute.

Cedric didn’t believe many of the things he heard about you over the years, like, you study so much in the library because you secretly read black magic in the forbidden section, or that you were so mean on your third grade that you made three girls cry the first day, when in fact, he knew it was another person. He almost hated the way people decided to treat you one day and never notice your existence again when it came to friendship.

You were popular, but still, one of the most feared persons. Did that make sense?

“Anytime” he replied, and you held your breath when he got closer to you, still looking at you, but quickly getting on his knees again to give your cat some little pats on her head and stomach when she just laid there, asking for more of his —probably— soft and comforting touch.

Traitor. You thought, looking at Hara.

“She’s so cute” you heard him laugh when your cat gave him the purest glassy eyes ever, enjoying his presence while you stood there awkwardly, just wanting to leave. “I think she loves me”

Once again, you didn’t know what to say, so you stayed silent again, playing with the edges of your robe.

He got up again, still standing too close to you. “You’re still letting me carry those books, right?”

“Huh?”

“Come on, it’s the-…”

“Oh, I know” you interrupted, lifting your palm as your lips clenched in disgust, but way too funny to not make him smile for the last time. “It’s the least you can do” you imitated and exaggerated manly voice.

He walked with you the whole way… and you hated the fact that you let him. If your arms weren’t feeling heavy with books, the ones that Cedric made you grab because they were the lightest, you would’ve crossed your arms over your chest all the way, but since you couldn’t do it, you decided to give him a silent treatment.

He kept eyeing you the whole way, that annoying expression on your face that really made him question to himself if he should even try to talk to you again.

It was not towards him though, but to yourself; how you hated yourself for acting so different all of a sudden, so… small. But this wasn’t your fault, was it? I mean, if he didn’t show up, none of this would’ve have happened, so he was the one to blame, wasn’t he?

Right?

You questioned yourself that same thing over and over again for the following week.

It was like he invaded your mind, everytime you looked at him, you heard him talk in class, or walked past him down the hallway. It was like you were always trying to see him too, it was pathetic.

Fucking pathetic. He only helped you find your cat, for God’s sake, why was that so important to you?

Maybe because no one ever helped you before, or the way he walked so tentatively towards you anytime he walked, or how good he looked with your own cat in his arms… so cute, so handsome.

Sometimes he was there when you tried to sleep too, inside your head. What was happening to you? Why were you desperately trying to keep him out of your mind all of a sudden? Why did you feel your heart skip a beat whenever he talked? Why did you happened to be thinking about his face so much? Why wouldn’t he let you sleep?

Was this what your talked about? She mentioned something about liking boys at a certain age, but every boy you ever knew ran away from you, so, was Cedric this boy now?

You certainly didn’t know what was it about him that caught your attention so suddenly, but stopping was not an option. After all, it made you feel good.

The more days that passed, the more confused you felt, and people started to notice. They saw how you were muy quieter now in class, how you barely raised your hand or how you just seemed… lost. Was something wrong with you? Probably, because you didn’t even eat your breakfast this morning. You just sat there, playing with your scrambled eggs and toasts, not even hungry enough to eat what you served.

There was some mumbling that came from behind you, the Gryffindor table, but didn’t even bother to look back at them, as you always do, so they would either lower their volume, or shut up. Instead, you took the cup in which you had some pumpkin juice, and drank it all.

And then, the mumbling stopped.

The whole Gryffindor group went silent, and that’s when you turned around, almost asking them to speak again… they were all staring at you.

Fred and George were mouth opened and all big eyes looking directly at you, as if something really bad just happened. His friends were whispering into each other’s ears, and you finally spoke.

“What?”

Silence.

“What are you staring at?”

“Um-…” one of the twins spoke first, but you found tell which one was it. Then he lifted his finger, and pointed to the golden cup on your left hand. “Was that your juice?”

You frowned your eyebrows, looked at the cup, and then back at them. “Yes” you replied “Why so interested?”

Silence was dominant again, as the twins exchanged a scared look and then looked back at you again. Your ears were starting to get red, nobody was telling you anything so they were either messing with you, or something bad had happened. You chose to believe the first one… but saying what you were actually thinking was not part of the plan.

“Alright, stupid looking faces, what the fuck is going on?”

The expression on their faces changed, surprised about hearing what you just said… you never insulted anyone. In fact, people thought that you were the kind of person to insult in their mind, but trying to be as cold as ever on the outside, that’s why everyone called you ice hearted or ice princess, you never actually said what you thought… you just tried to be as calm and as cold as always.

But you just insulted a group of teenagers, and that never happened before. No matter how mad you were, you always tried not to insult. People did it to you and it felt horrible, so why do it to someone else?

You gasped lowly while covering your mouth. “Fohmygad” you muttered against your palm. “Oh my God, I’m-… I didn’t want to”

“We know” the other twin had said. “You just drank veritaserum”

And your whole face transformed.

“What… did you just say?” Your voice tone was scary, just like a threat.

“It was not for you!” you recognized the girl that just spoke to you, Angelina. You sat with her a few times in class, but she was quick to run away from you as soon as class finished. “I told you you shouldn’t have done that! All the cups look the same” she hit one of the twins on the side of their head. He whined.

“How was it supposed to know she was going to grab Malfoy’s cup?”

You quickly stood up and placed the cup on the table, right next to, in fact, Malfoy’s breakfast. It was not too far away from you, and you had poured yourself the same drink, but Draco left for a second before you drank the wrong juice.

Fred and George kept talking at the same time towards you, fear in their voices and getting smaller and smaller almost hiding under the table. You ignored them as much as you could so nothing else could come out of your mouth, and with half your face covered, you walked away from the Great Hall.

But of course, not before bumping into another person again.

“Woah” Cedric said as he grabbed your shoulders. He laughed when he noticed it was you “We keep bumping into each other, huh?”

“Don’t talk to me” you bit while shaking your body off of his grabbing, and bit your tongue again as the gigantic door kept getting closer and closer, but it didn’t make you feel any better.

You didn’t look back as you walked as fast as you could towards the bathroom on the fifth floor, the Prefect’s bathroom, after all, you were one. It was a safe place, since no one was ever there at that time in the morning and not everyone could come in. You just wished that Myrtle was not there, she could be a bit annoying sometimes.

After letting your way in, you ran to wash your face with the coldest water that your skin could handle. Your skin was on fire, just like the rest of your body and maybe, just maybe, your brain. You have definitely gained a new enemy.

Verisaterum? Really?

Malfoy could be a pain in the ass but, out of all the potions in the wizarding world, the Weasley twins had to choose the hardest one to make, with no taste, no color, but most importantly, illegal to any use outside the Minister?

Merlin’s fucking beard, you needed a break.

“yn?”

You scoffed when a male voice called your name. “It’s occupied, genius” you answered with your back still turned to where the voice was coming.

The footsteps were coming closer and closer, and you were not in the mood to deal with any Weasley shit, you thought.

“Pretrificus Totalus!” you screamed while turning around, your hand already grabbing your wand and throwing it towards whoever it was the Weasley that followed you.

“Hey!” the male voice, not Weasley, screamed as he hid behind a wall, your spell crushing into the cold surface. “What do you think you’re doing?” Cedric showed himself, confusion on his face as he slowly decided to walk again.

“Cedric.” you called, putting your wand away. It was the first time you called his name. “I thought you were one of the twins”

“I can tell… are you okay?”

Yes.

“No”, you replied. You groaned lowly when the truth came out of your lips. In times like this, you really wished these kind of potions didn’t exist, it was hard to hold back their enchantment. “I just drank the most stupid potion that the Weasley twins could think of to piss off Malfoy”

He placed his hands inside the front pockets of his pants as he laughed. “Verisaterum?”

“How’d you know?”

He clicked his tongue, making his way towards you again. “They joke about it too much” he leaned his back against the sink you were gripping tightly with your hands.

You took a deep breath and stayed silent for a moment, analyzing your reflection as you asked, “How long does it last?”

“Depends on how successful it is. It can go away between one hour and six”

“Six hours!?” you yelled to his face, then scoffed while letting an annoyed smile draw on your face. “For the love of….”

“We can always ask Snape for the antidote… but that would mean you tell him about the twins’s action and that was illegal”

You bit your tongue as your feet bobbed up and down, snapping your toes onto the shiny floor again and again as your breathing was a clear sign of how bad you were feeling.

“Forget it. I’ll just wait”

Your knees bended as you sat on the floor, right next to Cedric’s legs, and letting your head fall against the cold pipe under the sink.

“You’ll wait up until six hours before you speak again?” his voice could perfectly fit with another type of quiestion… ‘are you crazy?’ would be the perfect one.

But you just nodded, not even looking at his perfect face. “It’s not like I have someone to talk to, anyways”

Ouch.

Cedric bit the inside of his cheek as he looked down at you, feeling bad for you and how vulnerable were feeling, but being smart enough to keep that thought to himself.

“Or… you can talk to me”

You clicked your tongue and laughed coldly. “Yeah, right”

“Really” he insisted as you saw his figure squat next to yours, finally dropping his whole weight to the floor, imitating your posture. “By this time you should already know I’m not someone who falls for your complains, right?”

“You’re right” you replied as you played with your fingers nervously. “That’s good”

Shit, shut up already.

“Why?”

“‘Cause I like it… oh my god” you covered your face “I was not supposed to say that”

Cedric laughed again.

“You like my company?”

No, no, no, no.

“Yes” you whined “Please stop asking me questions!”

He let out a louder laugh this time. “Why? It’s fun”

“Yeah, you drink verisaterum and we’ll see if it’s funny, smart boy”

“Sorry”

He stayed silent after that, and so did you. Your cheeks were flushed with embarrassment as you kept wishing that this potion was so poorly made that it only lasted one hour, but the effect didn’t seem to go away any sooner.

You could feel it because that’s just how your mind felt too. Suddenly the thought of not saying the truth to any question was not an option in your mind. Did you even know what a lie was? God, you felt so weak that you hated yourself. Why couldn’t you be like those wizards you read about? The ones that can resist it?

Your whole reputation and personality would’ve stayed intact if you could.

But right now, sitting right next to Cedric Diggory, asking you questions, and with red cheeks… that just ruined the whole image that people thought you had.

“Do you mind if I ask you something?” he suddenly stammered and it made you jump slightly. He had leaned closer to your ear, as if sitting next to him was not enough to hear him.

“I do” you answered before laughing to yourself “That was the only answer that did not feel forced to come out”

Cedric laughed too, and he took his time before deciding what to ask you, trying to find the correct words to say to not make you mad, or walk away and leave.

“Is it… are you really how people say you are? I mean, I see that you can be as cold as you want but, is that who you are?”

Your eyes made him nervous. After his lips closed, your face just inches away from his, you just stayed there staring at him. You bit your own lip as you kept looking at his grey eyes, trying to find any sign that showed you that he really didn’t care about it, or that the wrinkles on his skin would show up like anytime he laugh, another sign that he was just messing with you, and he really couldn’t care in the slightest about you. But he didn’t move.

So you sighed. “No”

Cedric nodded, more than satisfied with that answer. He was right.

But you had a lot to say, even though he didn’t ask you that much.

“I guess I became what people started to say I was, or what I started to hear about myself. I wasn’t always cold, or I wasn’t always pushing people away from me. Actually, I was the one trying to have lots of friends and be myself with many people but they just… I don’t know, they felt threatened, so… let’s just say I got mad with my own life and decided to not let myself feel vulnerable again, because I don’t deserve it”

Another big gap of silence… and your eyes slowly got filled with tears.

“I’m not who everyone says I am. Ice princess, the hell” you laughed “I mean, sorry I’m not a sweetheart to everyone that gave me nicknames! They expected me to be like this so, here they go”

You sniffed while your nose got red and puffy. Not a single tear was dropped but you still looked so heartbroken that it made the boy next to you almost cry too. You didn’t even complain about the potion this time, because you finally had thrown again that massive rock that just kept hurting your chest over and over again.

“There was only one person that treated me nicely in the last three years”

He frowned his eyebrows. “Who?”

“You”

You had turned your head towards him again, with a small smile on your lips. He knew it was going to be hard for you to thank him, but the shiny look in your eyes was just enough for him to realize. “Really?” he asked.

You nodded, still smiling. “Yes, it’s like a bonus point”

“Bonus point?”

“Because I like you”

Fuck… fuck!

“I-…”

“Wha-…” you both started taking at the same time.

It was like a fucking movie. Both of you frozen in time, staring at each other’s faces as you tried to say the correct words, but nothing came to mind.

Cedric could feel his heart pounding in his ears, while you wanted to crash your head to the nearest wall.

“You…” he started, but didn’t finish, at least not what he initially wanted to say. “Are you for real?”

“No, Diggory, I just fucking lied to your face, can you believe it?… Of course I’m for real, dingus!” you yelled.

Cedric bit his lip as he turned his head to the opposite side, trying to bite back his laugh. “Okay, I get it, it was a dumb question”

But then he laughed. God, his laugh, his perfect little giggle. It made you smile.

“I kinda like you too”

Your neck snapped so hard towards his direction that you thought that maybe, you just died.

Your lips kept opening and closing everytime you tried to say something. For some reason, none of this seemed like a joke to you, almost as if the potion’s effect had affected Cedric too. Something about this felt real, maybe it was because you openly talked about your feeling with him. He knew you weren’t bad, he always knew, he just wanted you to confirm it.

Maybe drinking verisaterum wasn’t as bad as you thought.

Your heart pounded heavily in your chest when he fixed a piece of your hair behind your ear, and the lightest yet burning touch of his fingers against your jawline made your breath hitch once again. He smirked again, as he always does, “You’re really beautiful” he cooed, as his hot breath hit your cheekbone and left behind a sweet feeling that you never wanted to get rid of.

He then got up, as swiftly as a leaf would do, and extended his hand to you.

“What?” you debated.

“Let’s go for a walk. I feel like I have to ask you a few more questions before I decided which place I’m taking you to this weekend”

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[destourtereaux]

treat you better - cedric diggory x fem!reader (part 4: the finale)

read first: part 1, 2, 3 summary: all is well in love and friendship wc: 1.4k follow @lovebirdupdates to join my "taglist"

a/n: dear reader, thank you so much for following this series - i never imagined you would like it so much. i hope you enjoy this final fic, and please do reblog if yes! i’m sad to leave ceddie and harry, but i like how i've ended it :)

The morning after Cedric’s surprise party, you’re woken up by the soft sunlight streaming in through the huge windows of the Hufflepuff common room. Lifting your head up, you hear Cedric grumble, arms tightening around you. The scene feels so cozy that you don’t want to return to reality - but there’s a Herbology midterm coming up, and you’ve never been a natural at the subject, unlike a certain Hufflepuff. And so, you begin extricating yourself from Cedric’s embrace, which is no easy feat.

“How’s it feel to be seventeen, Ceddie?”

You get a groan in response.

“Alright, alright, then you stay put, but I’ve got to go study. I’m not a genius like you,” you tease, squirming in your efforts to slide out of his grasp.

“‘M not a genius, Y/N/N. You help me all the time. Don’t go, I know you’re ready for it, you don’t need anymore studying,” comes a sleepy protest. 

“Mm… thank you for your confidence, but I assure you I am not in the least prepared. And what is all this bad advice coming from a prefect,” you raise an eyebrow, before finally slipping out of Cedric’s arms, and standing up immediately to avoid being pulled back in. 

You feel the loss of Cedric’s warmth around your shoulders, and it weakens your resolve far more than it should, so you figure you need to leave as soon as possible, before grey eyes melt you into a puddle and back into his chest.

“Oh, fine. Leave me right after spending the night,” Cedric jokes, fully awake at last. He chuckles at the flush on your cheeks from this statement, and dodges your hit to his arm. “Just kidding, darling. Thank you for the party. Now go do what you have to do, I know you’re a busy girl.”

You smile softly, before tiptoeing up to ruffle his hair, and turn to leave. The gray eyes don’t leave you until you’re fully out of sight.

******

Climbing through the portrait hole, you see Ron and Harry sitting on the carpeted floor in front of the hearth, playing Wizard’s Chess, and Hermione engrossed in a book on the nearby couch. The scene is so familiar and comforting that it brings an involuntary smile to your face, before you wipe it off, the fight replaying in your head. 

Ron is the first to see you, freezing mid-check, and gives a weak wave. Harry turns, and so does Hermione, with the former also stiffing up, and the latter offering a sweet smile. Hermione then looks back, and, finding the two boys silent, rolls her eyes, and jerks her head in your direction, glaring at them.

Spurned, Ron and Harry stand up, and walk over, looking so dejected that you almost feel sorry for them.

“Y/N - it’s nice to see you again,” Ron begins, his expression sheepish. Harry nods to echo the sentiment.

“We just wanted to apologize for that night. For the mean things we said. None of it was true, and it was of no fault on your end,” Ron confesses.

Your eyes soften, and give him a pat on the shoulder, “thanks Ronnie. And I expect you’ve said the same to ‘Mione?” giving him a pointed look, to which he nods fervently. At this, you offer a smile at last, and seeing this, Ron seems to realize he’s forgiven.

“I’ll give you two some space then,” he says, guiding Hermione away, and leaving Harry alone with you in the Gryffindor Common Room.

Harry gestures for you to sit, and the two of you settle in on the carpet.

“Y/N/N - I’m really, honestly sorry. I had no right to say what I said, and I’ve felt horrid about it every day since then. I know you’ll always have my back, and some Yule Ball date would never change that. I hope you’ll forgive me,” the black haired boy finally blurts, the words spilling out of him.

Your resolve crumbles. I mean, this is Harry. One of your best friends. You could never stay mad at him, no matter how much he messes up. It’s like he said: you have each other’s backs. So you lean forward and hug him, breathing in the smell of broom polish and treacle toffee that you had missed incredibly, feeling the boy physically relax into your touch.

“You really like him, don’t you?” Harry chimes, as you pull out of the hug.

“Yes, I do. And I hope you’re okay with that,” you share, crimson spilling onto your cheeks.

Harry nods, a grin spreading across his face, “I am, really. I know I acted in jealousy at the ball, but I don’t think I’ve ever actually felt romantically towards you - not that you’re unlikeable, you know, just -”

You laugh out loud, cutting him off, and offer a nod, “I get it, don’t stress yourself out, mate.”

He nods in relief, “you’re my best friend, Y/N/N, and that’s it. I love our relationship, and I do not want it to ever change.”

You nod, feeling better than you have in nearly a month.

Ron and Hermione choose that exact moment to enter the room, the guilt of eavesdropping written on their faces. But you’re far too happy to care - the gang’s back together.

******

Over the next month, life returns to normal, or rather, a new normal. Hermione is hanging out with Krum as much as possible, to make the most of their time together before the tournament ends and he returns to Durmstrang. You don’t see her nearly as much anymore, but it’s understandable. 

Instead, you spend your days either studying out on the greens with Harry and Ron, or hanging out with Cedric, going to Hogsmeade’s various little cafes.

The second tournament task comes along, and you, Hermione, and Ron are pulled into the headmaster’s office then sent to the bottom of the Black Lake. When you awake, Cedric is treading water to keep the two of you above the lake, and you’re quickly pulled out and given a warm towel. Since Cedric finished first, the two of you rest in the champion seating section, and the boy keeps asking you if you’re okay, despite your fervent exclamations that you’re probably doing better than he is.

His friends soon surround him, arriving with endless teasing about how you’re the person “he’ll sorely miss,” and Cedric flushes scarlet at their words, refusing to meet your eyes. Eventually, he manages to shove them all away, and looks down to see you grinning.

“Ced, just so you know, I would’ve sorely missed you too,” you admit, before pressing a quick kiss to his lips.

Suddenly, Cedric could care less about his friends. He feels warm and dry and cozy, not a trace of the Black Lake’s eeriness on his mind.

******

A few weeks later, and it’s your birthday. Cedric had wracked his brain for ways to top your surprise party for him, and enlisted the help of the trio to do so. Hermione contributed all your likes and dislikes: she knew you like the back of her hand; Ron got Fred and George to put together a little sparkler show for you, and Harry was in charge of inviting all your closest friends.

The day of, you wake up to Cedric’s voice, before he gives you five minutes to pick an outfit, then promptly blindfolds you and leads you out to the courtyard, where the cutest picnic party had been set up. You laugh in delight, ecstatic, and after a quick kiss for Ced, rush over to meet up with your friends. 

As you catch up over drinks with them, two boys, one Gryffindor, one Hufflepuff, are standing a distance away, both looking at you with slight smiles.

Soon, the sky is darkening and the party growing more and more uproarious. You spin around to see Harry and Cedric talking, and grin. Strolling over, you place an arm around each. Cedric kisses your hair, and you give Harry a tight hug.

“Thank you for all of this,” you say, “seriously. I’ve never been happier.”

Before they can reply: you were never one for cheesy emotions, you (forcibly) pull them toward the karaoke machine, where Ron and Hermione are singing their hearts out.

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the snitch — cedric diggory ♡

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cedric diggory x fem!reader, fluff, set in summer

you and cedric play quidditch, but the scales are most definitely tipped in your favour

only five minutes of the game passed before you realised you were absolutely going to win. when your friends had split into two teams for the game in cedric’s acres, you didn’t understand their complaints at scoring hufflepuff’s seeker.

you did now. cedric and you hovered, looking for the snitch amos provided you with. more accurately, you were looking for the snitch. cedric hadn’t taken his eyes off you.

“cedric...” you chided, jokingly, and he just smiled. too sweet.

the summer sun put freckles on your boyfriend, as well as a lit grin. with his hair bathed in a honey tone, and eyes brightened by this, you were finding it extremely hard to reprimand him for not taking the game seriously.

“you’re never going to catch the snitch without your eyes.”

cedric shrugged, “i’m alright with that. my eyes are occupied right now.”

steering your broom closer to him, you teased, “and what would they be occupied with?”

“you, my love.”

you laughed, freely, and cedric wanted to hear that on repeat. he was too far gone for you, for which you called him out. all with a smile.

but you weren’t as unaffected as you joked to be. the flush in your cheeks, your wandering gaze, that proved it.

as did the golden snitch that had been circling you two for five minutes, while your friends had packed up and gone inside for lunch.

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[pariahsparadise]

afterlife | c. d.

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request: hiya, so i'm currently obsessed with Cedric I've been watching Goblet of Fire over and over again. what about a Cedric Diggory x fem!reader. Where a new teacher arrives at Hogwarts with the last name Diggory. (He’s like the youngest professor at Hogwarts). One day the class finished early and one of his students asked about his father and mother. So he tells them the story about his parents. How his father died and his mother was left to raise their child by herself months after his death. And how she died sacrificing her life for her son since she was a muggle born. And as well how legend says that they’re still in the castle but as ghosts, happier now that they have each other in the afterlife

pairing(s): cedric diggory x fem!reader, charles diggory (oc) x mom!reader

a/n: sorry this took so long to get to, this probably isn't exactly what you had in mind but hopefully it still works? thank you for the request! flashbacks will be in italics.

trigger warnings: character death, shitty writing, unedited work, swearing

wc: 1.8k

•─────⋅☾ ☽⋅─────•

Professor Charles Diggory was known around Hogwarts as the kind-eyed History of Magic professor, but more commonly, the offspring of deceased Triwizard champion Cedric Diggory and his girlfriend, Y/N L/N. He was one of the youngest teachers Hogwarts had seen till date, charms genetically inherited from his father, but his wit was his mothers alone. Upon laying eyes on him for the first time, surrounded by other first years in the Great Hall, Professor McGonagall had nearly broken down; for he was a carbon copy of a certain Hufflepuff she had taught years ago. And when Charles returned to Hogwarts aged 21, to apply for the teaching position, she had actually done it: he was older than both of his parents lived to be.

There was comfort in the thought, though, that this orphan had survived. That Y/N’s sacrifice hadn’t been for nothing.

It was a cold winter day and class was nearly finished, when a rather plucky Gryffindor finally summoned up the courage to ask Professor Diggory the story about his parents. “It is historical,” the witch with the scarlet tie reasoned, “Since it was a direct effect of the war, and History is always more interesting when it’s told through stories. No pressure, though.”

Charles sighed, running a hand through his hair- if anyone had caught sight of the back of his head, they would have mistaken him for his father- before speaking, “Fine, I’ll tell you, nosy lot.” The class chuckled, for his tone bore no malice, but quietened quickly as he spoke again.

“My mother, Y/N L/N, was a muggle born witch in Cedric’s year. The two of them met in their first year, but it wasn’t till the fifth that they finally started dating.”

•─────⋅☾ ☽⋅─────•

“Oi, L/N! Wait up!”

You turned, taken aback by the six foot frame running frantically towards you and slowed your step, your books balancing precariously in your arms. 

“Yes, Diggory?” you asked, noting the way Cedric appeared to fumble with his words with a raise of your eyebrow. His cheeks pinked darker the longer your eyes stayed on him, and when you threw a glance over his shoulder, you saw a small crowd of his friends gathered in a cluster, both of your names thrown into the mix of the conversation they were having. 

“Let me carry your books,” Cedric blurted out, already reaching for them as he spoke, “I’ll walk you to Potions. You do have Potions, right?”

“Yes,” you said, letting him relieve you of your items, “But you have Charms. That’s on the other side of the castle, Flitwick will have your head-”

“Let him,” Cedric cut you off, offering you his free hand before heading to your class. It was a testament to your relationship that the two of you had each other’s schedules memorised, he knew that, but he wasn’t going to ask you out while his friends ogled at the two of you. No, he didn’t want it to seem insincere, even if he was anything but. You had gone from being a stranger to someone he believed was his soulmate, and he wasn’t going to fuck it up.

•─────⋅☾ ☽⋅─────•

“Wow. You look like shit.”

“Way to win a girl’s heart, Ced.”

He laughed, sliding into the seat next to you, getting his own books out. He had spent most of the day searching for you, before Nearly Headless Nick had finally taken pity on the lost Hufflepuff, directing him to the library, where you were frantically cramming for your OWLs next week.

“I don’t even know why you bother studying,” Cedric said, noting the way your hand shook in exhaustion as you scribbled down notes after notes, the dark circles under your eyes etching black holes in his heart, “We all know you’re going to ace every subject. Wouldn’t be surprised if you topped the entire grade.”

“I won’t,” you said with conviction, “Not if I don’t drastically improve my understanding of Herbology in the next five days.”

“I can help with that,” the words were out of Cedric’s mouth before he even knew it, but judging by the way your head snapped up to finally look at him, your tired eyes somewhat filling with relief, it was worth it. “Really? But don’t you have your own OWLs to study for?”

“I do,” he agreed, “But I can’t really study on my own, as you probably know by now. So why don’t we help each other out?”

“Alright,” you responded, nodding your head slowly as you considered it, “But don’t you dare try to distract me, Diggory. These exams are important, and I don’t want to fuck them up.”

“Promise,” Cedric said solemnly, holding a pinky up like you had told him muggles do. You just laughed and swatted his hand away, before the two of you hit the books.

Five long days later, it turned out, you were the one who distracted him. Cedric was just about to walk into his first examination when he heard his name called, and upon turning, found arms thrown around his neck and soft lips on his mouth.

“For good luck,” you had cheekily whispered to him before running off, leaving the poor boy standing dazed in front of the classroom door, one hand touching his tingling lips.

“Well, Mr. Diggory?” McGonagall’s voice cut into the poems of praise he was inwardly writing for you, but she sounded almost amused. “Planning on entering anytime soon?”

•─────⋅☾ ☽⋅─────•

“In my father’s seventh year, as you all know, he was chosen for the Triwizard Championship. His competition was Viktor Krum, Fleur Delacour, and Harry Potter. My father placed second in the first task, after successfully defeating the Swedish Short-Snout dragon. For the second task, it was my mother who was held hostage underwater, something I like to assume is what propelled him to finish first.”

•─────⋅☾ ☽⋅─────•

You were pregnant. It wasn’t something you had expected would happen, but now that you knew, you more than welcomed it. Your only regret was that you found out before Cedric had entered the tournament, maybe the knowledge that it was more than just you who needed him to stay alive would have held him back. Or maybe it wouldn’t have, you’d never know.

At school, you found yourself thrust into newfound popularity. Cedric had always been a social butterfly, having a friend in almost every corner of the castle at all times, but it had never extended so much to you. Everywhere you went, you received a clap on the back and a cheer, but you also had your fair share of jealous girls and guys, wondering what exactly it was that Cedric saw in you. What was curious was that you had barely caught sight of your boyfriend himself, but you reasoned that you’d see enough of him when all this was over.

The summons from Dumbledore was curious, but once he explained what the task was, you found no choice but to consent. Maybe it’d even give you a reason to finally talk to Cedric.

You were underwater for a long time, but it felt like mere seconds before you resurfaced again, Cedric’s hands desperately clinging to your waist as the two of you gasped for breath after breath, until your breathing finally returned to normal. Your hands found his shoulders, and you stayed there for a second, Cedric’s forehead pressing against yours as he asked you if you were okay in quiet, worried whispers. (A picture of the scene would make the cover of the Daily Prophet the next day, but neither of you knew or cared.)

“I’m pregnant,” you whispered into his ear as the two of you sat on the docks again, wrapping your towel around the shivering boy because he had given up his own to someone else. His arm came to wrap around your shoulder and pull you closer, before your words finally registered and he looked at you with wide eyes.

“Are you serious?” he asked, eyes searching yours for any hint of deception or mischievous. When you nodded yes, Cedric meshed his lips with yours, and though the crowd roared, the only thing that mattered was his hand tilting up your chin, and your own resting over his derailing heart.

•─────⋅☾ ☽⋅─────•

“My father,” Charles said, but his voice cracked on the words, glass splintering on the floor, “As you know, died at the hands of Voldemort. It was my mother who was left behind to raise me, and she did the best she could, for the three years following my birth.”

•─────⋅☾ ☽⋅─────•

You weren’t safe anymore. Voldemort had put a price on the head of all muggle-born witches and wizards, and you were one of the last ones to survive. You had fled from city to city, finding refuge in the short moments you shared with your son, the few moments of peace where you could just hold him and shut your eyes, pretending your life wasn’t the nightmare it really was. A part of you knew that when they found him cradled in the hands of a Mudblood witch, they would consider your son poisoned, his magic tarnished. They would spare neither of you.

Currently, you were hiding out in Amos Diggory’s home. Your son, Charles Cedric Diggory, seemed happier with his grandfather than he had in a long while. Watching the two of them together, you felt an odd sensation of peace. An odd feeling of acceptance.

It was why, when the Ministry came calling, ripping the neighbourhood apart, you gave yourself up quietly. You wrote your son a letter explaining everything that had happened, explaining why he had no parents, and entrusted it to Amos to deliver when your boy was old enough. You were silent till the end, even when Umbridge taunted you, asking for any last words, you tipped your chin up defiantly, your mouth sealed shut.

You died quietly, but the silence was deafening.

•─────⋅☾ ☽⋅─────•

“She was executed, along with countless other muggleborns, before Harry Potter finally trumped Voldemort.”

The class was silent, save for the sniffles and sobs of a handful of students, silent tears streaming down the face of the witch who had asked. Charles took a shaky breath to regain composition, his own eyes glistening, before he continued the story.

“Legend has it,” he said, softer now, “That the two of them, Y/N L/N and Cedric Diggory, the brave people who I am proud to call my parents, are still in this castle, but as ghosts. Hidden away somewhere, maybe, no one knows exactly where they are. But a fortunate few have been lucky enough to glimpse a girl walking to class and a boy with a Hufflepuff tie scrambling behind her, her books in his hands. They are happier now, because although they missed out on time while they were alive, they have plenty of it in the afterlife.”

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[cannibalizedyke]

hiii!

i was wondering if i could get cedric diggory x fem!ravenclaw!reader + basically just mutual pining until they smell eachother in their amortetia potions or sum?

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Cedric Diggory was not in love with you. He was perfect, and beautiful, and altogether far too good for average, boring old you. That's what you told yourself when he caught your eye across the classroom, or when his hand lingered on yours far longer than it needed to, or when his cheeks were dusted with a rosy pink when there was no one else around.

No, Cedric Diggory couldn't be in love with you. He couldn't be in love with you because you were in love with him.

You trudged into the potions classroom, prepared for the utter embarrassment Amortentia was going to bring you. The potion smelled of whatever you were attracted to, which in your case was cinnamon, firewood, and chocolate - Cedric. Cedric, who happened to be your partner in potions.

"I want you to describe to your partners what you smell," drawled Snape. "I don't care if it's embarrassing, I don't care if you think it's pointless, it's in the curriculum so you're going to do it."

Grumbles sounded around the classroom, fading into nervous chatter as students embarrassed themselves publicly.

"I'll go first," Cedric offered kindly. He took a deep whiff of the potion. "I smell..." He took another whiff. "It's like a mix of trees, fruit, and flowers." He smiled at you. "Your turn."

You were in shock. The scent he described was exactly the way your perfume smelled. You couldn't deny it anymore. Cedric Diggory was in love with you.

You shook off the thought and smelled the potion. "Cinnamon, firewood, and chocolate." Just as you had expected.

Cedric tilted his head with a confused smile. "That kinda sounds like the way I smell." Then it dawned on him. "Oh."

You smiled shyly. "Yeah..."

Cedric grinned. "I guess I kinda gave myself away too. I basically just smelled your perfume."

You giggled. "So..."

"Do you wanna go to Hogsmeade with me?" Cedric can't stop smiling, and neither can you.

"I would love to."

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Muggle Movie Night

Request: Yes / No  Hello, I’m very new to your blog and I’m asking for a Cedric Diggory request and can you do part 2 of this shouldn’t be me or a fluff headcanon where Cedric and y/n is cuddling together on weekend? Sorry about that, I don’t explain it well because English wasn’t my first language @jbhfdsbhj​

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Cedric Diggory x Fem!Reader 

Word count: 429

Warnings: Just some fluff! 

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Cedric was joining me for some of the summer. He was excited to spend some time in the muggle world, since he hasn’t been here much. My parents weren’t home for a few days, so it was just us. We decided to watch a movie and Cedric picked out a horror movie. They aren’t really a thing in the wizarding world, so he was excited to see it. I was a bit scared of them, but I wanted Cedric to be happy. 

I pressed closer to Cedric’s side. My breathing was rapid and I was trembling slightly. Cedric glanced over at me, but he only wrapped his arm around my shoulder and continued watching the movie. I jumped suddenly and buried my face into his shoulder. Cedric rubbed my back softly. 

“It’s alright, love, there’s no need to be scared.” He whispered. 

“I-It’s scary!” I whispered back, but it was muffled since my face was still pushed into his shoulder. 

“Look love, the movie’s over.” He said with a slight chuckle. I pulled away and glanced at the screen. I was relieved to see the credits rolling. The two of us cleaned up my living room and then got changed for bed. Cedric yawned and got into bed. I got in next to him and Cedric turned off the lamp on his side. I never turned mine off though. 

“Y/N?” Cedric called and turned towards me slightly. 

“Hmm?” I hummed quietly, my back still facing him. 

“Um… can you turn your light off?” He asked. 

“Oh! Um… yeah.” I said and reached over to turn the light off. Silence consumed the room and Cedric got comfy, dozing off. I tried my best to fall asleep, but each time I closed my eyes I saw the monster from the movie. I whimpered slightly as my brain played horrid tricks on me. 

“Shh… It’s okay Y/N, I’m right here.” He whispered against my hair while rocking me gently. 

“I’m sorry… I-I can’t sleep…” I whispered. Cedric turned me to face him and pulled me closer. 

“I’m still scared…” I whispered. 

“It’s alright, love, I’m here… Nothing can get you.” He said. I relaxed slightly and looked up at him.

“Really?” I asked and he nodded with a smile. 

“Can we cuddle while we sleep?” I asked and Cedric smiled. 

“Of course, love. I promise I won’t let anything get you.” He whispered. I snuggled into his chest and he held me tightly. 

“Goodnight, Ced.” I whispered. 

“Goodnight, Y/N/N.” He said and kissed the top of my head. 

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[volturissideslut]

Hi there!! Could I request Cedric x female Hufflepuff Reader where he flirts with her and she gets all flustered and fluff ensues?

𝕮𝖊𝖉𝖗𝖎𝖈 𝕯𝖎𝖌𝖌𝖔𝖗𝖞

"Mornin' bug" the outstretched hand of your boyfriend, Cedric, narrowly misses smacking you in the face as he yawns and stretches. Last night you had accidentally fallen asleep pressed right up against him, and though your mind was too sleep hazed to process it then, it was most definitely processing the embarrassment now.

His face was so close to yours as he muttered about this weird dream he had, and though you were sincerely trying to listen your mind was too busy running rampant. Helga, he's pretty. And despite his morning breath you still want to kiss him. His arm is holding you to him firmly, and if he can't see the blush coating your cheeks because of your own brain, he can most certainly feel the heat radiating off of them instead.

But instead of being your knight in shining armour, he takes it as his mission to further your flustered misery.

"Where's my morning kiss, bug, hmm?" he taps the side of his cheek expectantly, watching in amusement as you scrunch your eyes shut and do Godrick-knows-what to try and calm your racing heart. But he's still not done. Not yet at least.

"D'ya like it in my bed? All cosy and snuggly? Must admit, it's the best sleep I've had in a long time, sunshine. We should do this again"

And the reminder sets you off. Cheeks flaming and heart racing as you think about how this is the first time you've shared a bed. For a night. Properly cuddled even. Oh Helga! You're in his dorm! In his bed! With him! What will people say, what will they suspect?!

A pained noise leaves your throat and your hand freezes in mid air, half trying to hide your face and somehow make this all be a wonderful dream, and half trying to push him away a little. His presence is suffocating you in a good way. And you like it. But you don't like that you like it.

Your abysmal decision making skills makes him laugh and he decides to give it up. Sitting up, he pulls the blanket off of the both of you. "You're fine, bug. I promise." he tells you, bringing you in for a comforting hug where he squeezes you tight. Grounding.

He has you sat on his lap and facing him with the way he was hugging you, not that you're in any position to notice with how fast your mind is going. "And i'm sorry for teasing... will you look at me now?" his hand pries your own away from your face, letting him get a good look at you. The eye contact somehow seems to ground you even more, and your thoughts slow to a pace where you can finally make them out.

"Are you going to speak to me now?" his smile is small, because if he truly smiles then he won't be able to hold back the laugh he's been holding down.

"Morning, Ced"

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[mrsriddlenott]

hi i saw your post about blurbs based on songs and i thought about a mattheo riddle x reader blurb inspired by everyone who falls in love by cian ducrot! maybe reader is a non-slytherin in a relationship with another non-slytherin but is secretly in love with mattheo. just an idea but can’t wait to see what you come up with <33

“Everyone Who Falls In Love Has Someone Else They’re Thinking Of”

I’d never heard this song before but I love it. As soon as I heard the lyrics I wanted Mattheo to be an ex, it’s not exactly what you asked for but I hope you like it. <3<3

Ex!Mattheo Riddle x Fem!reader

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Warnings: Angst, Emotional Cheating

Description: Reader’s trying to start anew with Cedric but Mattheo keeps popping into her head.

It never would have worked out in the long run. You’re a Hufflepuff he’s the son of the Dark Lord. You were just too incompatible. Your entire relationship was behind closed doors. You couldn’t have your house learning you were a traitor. It couldn’t have ever worked.

He’s just wrong for you.

At least thats what you kept repeating over and over in your head, but when he walked out of your life it hurt all the same. In all honesty you weren’t a traitor at all, he was nothing like what people thought and you knew that. But for some reason you just couldn’t voice that to people.

When Cedric came along everything clicked, it was so easy, so safe. He was enough. You couldn’t pass it up. You knew it hurt Mattheo to watch him give you everything he couldn’t, just as it hurt you. Every time his eyes caught yours it felt like a silent agreement that you still loved each other, but it wasn’t right. So you resisted.

But you couldn’t resist thinking of him in every moment you shared with Cedric. You couldn’t resist that part of you telling you Cedric was wrong, not Mattheo. The same part of you that was still in love with him, the part that had you following him down empty corridors even still.

“Haven’t you done enough Mattheo?” You shouted to his back as he stopped in front of you. You had just come from Potions where he made a point of showing off his jealousy every five minutes.

“I love him Mattheo, you cant just pop up everywhere an-“

“Everyone one who falls in love has someone else they’re thinking of,” he whirled around with narrowed eyes, “You can’t try and hide it because I know the feeling. I can see it and feel it every time you look at me,” He was now slowly stepping closer to you, with every step he took forward you took one backward.

“Thats why you lie to him about everything we ever did together, not because you’re ashamed, because you don’t want to admit you’re still in love with me.” You swallowed as you tried to think of something to say, he was right you knew he was, you just couldn’t admit it.

“I haven’t done enough y/n, it’ll never be enough to make up for this. I should have manned up and protected you myself. I didn’t want Him to hurt you, I didn’t want to lose you, I thought pushing you away would be easier to handle. As long as I knew you were alive. But I was a coward y/n, I see that now.” His voice caught in his throat as you stopped moving away from him allowing him to take your cheek into his hand, “I miss you, there I admitted it. Now please….come back to me.”

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[kitty-tea]

The bad girl gets what she deserves

Read part 2 here!

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Pairing: Cedric Diggory x fem!Reader

NSFW 18+ only! This is mostly filthy smut with some plot

A/N: Hi, I just had this random idea for the story pop up in my head out of nowhere about how the bad girl seduces the good boy. I thought I’d choose Cedric to write about since I haven’t seen a whole lot of fanfics about him. And since he’s already a Hufflepuff, I decided to make the reader a Slytherin, they’re my two favorite houses. This is really the filthiest one-shot I’ve ever written for now, I might write more I don’t know.

Summary: After Cedric finds a note in his bag, he makes it his mission to find out who sent it.

Word count: 4.1k

Warnings/tags: nsfw, minors DNI, smut, sexual content, porn with a hint of plot, oral sex, masturbation, rule breaking, 18+ only, p in v sex, orgasm denial, bathtub sex, nudity, reader is a bad girl, Cedric and reader are of age, Slytherin/Hufflepuff house rivalry, teasing, swearing

I probably missed some stuff, but this is what I was able to come up with for now.

Meet me in the Prefects’ bathroom after dinner.

-XOXO

There were many unanswered questions going through Cedric Diggory’s mind as he held the little note in his hand. He thought it had to be meant for someone else and it accidentally ended up in his possessions until he turned it over and there was a heart drawn around his name. He had never gotten a note of this nature in his life. He mostly stuck to hanging out with the students from his house, so it had to be one of them. A more broad and logical explanation was that it was just someone who knew the password. He concluded in his mind.

He had already come up with a list of names by the time he walked over to the Great Hall to join his friends for dinner.

The main question was, how did this person slip it into his school bag without him noticing? Of course. It was obvious. Cedric had Quidditch practice today. That’s how this person was able to put the note in his bag without him noticing.

“Hi Cedric!” One of the first year students in his house waved at him, smiling ear to ear. One of the things Cedric loved about being in Hufflepuff was how close the students from different years seemed to be compared to the other houses.

He discreetly put the note in his pocket and waved back at the younger boy. Scanning his eyes along the Hufflepuff table to catch if anyone was staring at him, he took a seat.

“How was practice today?” The younger student asked Cedric. “We all saw you out there. We all think you’re gonna win the next match!”

“Yeah go Cedric!” Another student hooted from a few seats down. He responded with a thumbs up.

“It was good.” He answered. He was about to dig into his plate when he caught what the first year said. This was his opportunity to get another clue about the identity of the person who wrote the note. “Wait. You were at practice? Did you see anyone going inside or coming out of the changing rooms besides the team?”

The student froze and then looked around in all directions as if someone was watching him. “No. I mean, not that it would be my business. We were just there to watch the team.” He laughed nervously.

Cedric thought there was something the kid wasn’t telling him, but he dismissed that thought. He was going to find out who sent the note eventually, prank or not.

“Hi Cedric.” The entire Hufflepuff table seemed to hold their breath as he heard a voice behind him. He saw the younger student’s eyes go wide. Cedric’s breath hitched in his throat as his eyes met yours. He felt his cheeks heat up as he realized his face was leveled with your chest with the way he was sitting. He knew he wasn’t the only one that noticed it as you smirked at him.

For most of his time at Hogwarts, Cedric had tried to stay out of the way of the Slytherins due to their reputation as bullies, but with you, he just couldn’t do it. Being in the same year and having the same preferences for school subjects, you had most of your classes with him.

The other kids warned him about being scared of you, so he felt nervous around you. There would be times where he’d catch you looking in his direction, and instead of looking away with a blush and a giggle like the other girls, he’d find himself taken aback by how you’d maintain eye contact and bat your lashes as if daring him to look away first.

“What are you doing here?” A student from your year asked you in a warning sort of way.

You rolled your eyes. “Can’t I just wish good luck to another team without being interrogated?”

“Why would you wish us good luck?” The same student frowned at you. “Our team is playing against yours. In case you forgot.”

“Well, it’s not against rules of friendly competition to wish good luck to the opponents. In case you forgot.” Cedric couldn’t stop the grin from popping out of his face at your wit.

“Anyways,” you said with a wave of your hand as if you got a minor inconvenience out of the way. “I came to wish Cedric good luck.”

“Me? Why me?” Cedric turned his whole body outside the bench so that his knees were almost touching you.

“Because you’re the Seeker and Captain. You’re a very important player.” You purred.

You leaned down and lightly placed your hands on his knees. If he thought you didn’t make him any more nervous, he was wrong. This was the first time he had the chance to see your face this close. He could feel his heart racing as his eyes involuntarily went to your lips.

He felt his breathing become shallower than it already was as you leaned into his ear. “I’ve seen the way your little friends look up to you. Not to put more pressure on you, but if I were them, I would want the best for my hero.”

“Th-Thanks?” Was all that could come out of his mouth. You leaned back away from his ear to take a look at his flushed face.

“Of course. Good luck. And see you later.” You winked and got up before leaving the Great Hall.

Did you just flirt with him? You had to be. You weren’t as shy and quiet as the girls in Hufflepuff. You were a Slytherin, but he could see how you embodied a bit of the traits from other houses too. You had the boldness of a Gryffindor, the wit of a Ravenclaw, and you were as hardworking as the Hufflepuffs even though you weren’t shy.

He’d seen you being flirty around the boys in your house, not that it led to anything serious. Sometimes, he wondered how your relationship would have been had you been sorted into the same house. You would’ve become good friends with him, Cedric was sure of it.

As you got older and started sharing more class with him, he noticed little things about you he never thought about. Like how when you would get into trouble with the other Prefects, you’d get into fights with them, but whenever Cedric would catch you breaking the rules, it was like you were a whole different person with the way you’d accept whatever punishment he had to give you with a smirk.

To have your attention be focused on him, had him feeling some type of way he never felt with any other girl who flirted with him. He thought you were one of the most beautiful girls in school, but your reputation for also being one of the most intimidating Slytherins was what set you apart from those other beautiful girls. In other words, he didn’t think he had a chance with you.

“Who cares what she thinks, Cedric. We’re gonna be the best team at our match!” One of his teammates exclaimed, pumping his fist in the air.

“Yeah, she’s just a big meanie.” Another first year boy said.

“Don’t worry guys. I won’t let you down.” Cedric patted him on the head and gave a reassuring smile.

—

Gripping the note inside his pocket, Cedric made his way past the other students around him, going off to the library to catch up on studying or to retire to their common rooms. He needed to find out the identity of the person who wrote the note. Had it not contained a heart with his name on it, he wouldn’t be as suspicious of someone asking to meet somewhere as private as the Prefects’ bathroom.

Cedric kept a grip on his wand with his other hand while he considered the possibility that it could just be a prank. He was wise enough to know how to handle himself.

His grip on his wand tightened as he stood in front of the door to the bathroom and muttered the password.

You were the one he should have suspected from the beginning, Cedric realized as his eyes met yours.

“Hi, Cedric. I see you got the note I sent you.” You greeted him, taking a step closer to him. He swallowed a lump in his throat as he took in your appearance. He took a seat on one of the benches next to the large bathtub. “And no, it’s not a prank.”

He couldn’t and wouldn’t stop himself from letting his eyes wander around your body, covered by nothing but a towel. Your hair was up in a messy bun and droplets of water still clung to your skin.

“But h-how did you-” Cedric couldn’t finish his sentence, so you finished it for him.

“How did I put the note in your bag? Easy. During Quidditch practice I snuck into the changing room, and your little first year friends saw me. Had to make them shut up. Don’t worry. I didn’t hurt them. How did I get in here? That was much easier. I asked the new fifth year Prefect, Malfoy, for the password in exchange for getting me to buy cigarettes and alcohol for him. He’s quite insufferable, really. Not all of us in Slytherin can stand him. Especially the older ones.”

“I know.” You said nonchalantly, pouting your lips. “I’m setting a bad example for the younger students. But wouldn’t you have done the same?” You stepped closer to him and untucked his tie from his sweater. You were standing between his legs, leaning towards him. He couldn’t stop inhaling your intoxicating scent as it overtook him, leaving him unable to answer.

“Oh that’s right.” You flicked your eyes towards him and smirked. “You’re a good boy. You wouldn’t give in. Are you gonna turn me in? For being somewhere I’m not supposed to be?”

“Why did you get me to come here then?” Cedric took a deep breath. You continued to fidget with his tie.

“Isn’t it obvious?” You gently tugged on the piece of fabric to the point of your noses almost touching. He held his breath as he saw you lick your lips.

Before you gave him time to answer, you whispered, “It’s because I want to fuck you.” He knew girls talked about him like that behind his back based on what his guy friends reported to him, but he had never had anyone say that sentence to his face.

He was shocked and taken aback by your boldness, but also turned on. The erection that had been forming in his trousers throughout the entire conversation only confirmed it.

The fact that you weren’t even touching his skin made him whimper.

“What’s wrong, Cutie?” That nickname you used unlocked a part of Cedric that wanted to rip that flimsy towel off your body and plant his lips onto every inch of your skin until you were the one who was left speechless. But he could only do so much as stay still as you led the interaction.

“You’re acting like those other shy girls who flirt with you. Speaking of other girls, sorry if I’m not the one you were expecting. I’ll go get dressed.” You said, getting up to turn around.

“No! No!” Cedric didn’t want you to leave him.

You raised your eyebrows.

“Don’t get dressed!” He pleaded. “I mean… it’s alright, you can do what you want to, you don’t have to-”

“Sure. I won’t get dressed.” You smiled coyly.

“Sorry.” He scratched the back of his neck. “You could leave if you want. I’ll just be…” he stood up.

“But you know I don’t actually want to leave.” You turned and slid your hands down his chest. He could feel how fast his heart was pounding against your palm through the layers of fabric.

“Did you really mean what you said?” Cedric asked, referring to your bold statement from earlier.

“That I want to fuck you?” You slid your palms down further along his stomach until your fingertips lightly grazed the bulge in his trousers. He groaned at the contact.

“Have you got any idea how often I touch myself while thinking about you? Wanna know where in the school I’ve touched myself?”

Cedric groaned louder as he felt your palm squeeze him a little more firmly.

“I’d love to be able to hump my mattress and pillows more often, but I share a dorm with way too many people for my taste.” You didn’t stop palming his erection. “When I know everyone else is asleep, I’ll sneak into the common room, take a seat on the couch, and spread my legs. I can’t tell you how many times I made myself cum on the same spot shared by so many people. Too bad I had to stop after I was almost caught by that brat, Malfoy.”

“You alright?” You looked up into Cedric’s eyes. No, he was not alright because you stopped your movements. He didn’t want you to stop.

“Keep going.” He commanded.

You smirked as your eyes skimmed from his flustered expression to where your hand currently rested.

“I had to get more creative.” You continued. “I like using the broom closet after classes, too. Oh yeah, and the library. It’s so easy to find a quiet place in the corner. Luckily Madam Pince never checks on me because she thinks I’m so good at being quiet. Lately, I’ve been taking longer showers and you can guess why. You’re a smart boy.” He didn’t need to ask you to know that it was because of him.

“How long does it take?” Cedric was getting curious.

“It’s different every time. Last night, I made myself cum in the shower five times in thirty minutes. Oh, the things you do to a girl without even realizing it.”

He almost choked on his spit.

“What? I’m not shy about it.” You started to unbuckle his belt.

“One of my favorite things to do to myself in the shower is let the water run along my body while I let the soap lather up on my tits. I thought about the things I’d let you do to them, like squeezing them, sucking on them. Fuck, that’d feel so good.”

“Just talking about it, it's making my pussy wetter than the shower.” In normal circumstances, he’d try to stop himself from imaging what your pussy would feel like on his fingers and his cock, but moments like that were far behind, and he didn’t give a damn.

“That’s right. You’re not the only one who’s turned on.” You admitted. You unzipped his fly, taking some of the constriction off of him. He didn’t bother holding back a whimper as you slipped your hand underneath the rest of the material and palmed him through his boxers.

“P-Please…” Cedric was at a loss for words again.

Letting go of him, you took a step back.

“Please, what?” You smirked. “Haven’t you got anything to say?” You were right, he was too flustered to form any sentences.

“Please make me feel good. Is that what you’re thinking?” You eyed his crotch and licked your lips. He nodded.

The both of you took a deep breath as you stepped towards him. You got up on your tiptoes and he lowered his neck. When your lips met, he cupped your cheeks with both hands and you planted yours against his chest.

Finally, after enduring your teasing for so long, he was able to give in.

Neither of you could not and did not want to hold back from your kiss. You let out a moan, and Cedric let his teeth graze along your bottom lip, which caused you to moan even louder.

In his hurried state, he’d already discarded his outer robe onto the bench. You tugged on his sweater, signaling him to take it off, which he did.

“Are you sure you want this?” Cedric asked.

It felt as if the air had been knocked out of him as you let your towel drop on the floor. If his face wasn’t already any more flushed, it was now.

You sat down on the same bench he was sitting on before. He was about to ask what you were doing when you placed your hands behind you for balance and spread your legs, giving him a full view of how wet your pussy was. “Is this enough to convince you that I do?” You asked.

“Fuck.” Cedric gasped and his eyes widened at the sight of your completely naked body. “You’re so beautiful.”

“Wow. I never thought I’d hear the good boy say a bad word.” You teased him.

He was admiring how the moonlight from the window made your eyes sparkle as you caught him gazing hungrily at your entire body from your breasts to your hips and thighs.

“You can touch them.” You held up your breasts and bounced them in your hands.

He reached his hand out to squeeze one of your breasts and gently graze his thumb along your nipple.

Cedric had barely touched you and you were already a panting mess in his hands. With his other hand, he mirrored the same thing he did to your other breast while you used one of your hands to trace your finger around your swollen clit.

The moment he caught onto what you were doing to yourself, he slowly got distracted enough to seize his movements, which made you stop as well.

“Let me turn on the water.” You said, gently prying his hands off your body.

“Wait-” he grabbed your hand. He couldn’t believe you had the audacity to leave him hanging after all the teasing you put him through.

“Believe me, after what I want to do to you, we’ll both be needing a bath.” You grinned mischievously. You turned to switch the faucet on.

“Does this mean you want to…” Cedric couldn’t get himself to say the words through his nervousness.

“We’ve got to do something while we wait for the water to fill up.” You said as you knelt down in front of him. “I wanna taste you, so bad, Cedric.” You ran your forefinger along the fabric of his boxers that was covering his bulge. “Don’t you think it would feel so good to have my lips wrapped around your cock? Don’t you want to make me scream and choke? See the bad girl shut up?” You had no idea he would’ve loved to see you do much more than choke on his cock. A part of him wanted to see that bad girl cry and break for him.

“Sure.” That’s all you needed to hear in order to get you to pull out his fully erect cock out of the confines of his boxers.

You gripped onto his thighs for support and licked from the bottom to the tip before sucking it between your lips.

Cedric wondered if you knew how gorgeous you looked with your pretty lips wrapped around his cock.

He threw out what very little self-control he had left as he grabbed the back of your head and pushed it further down onto his cock. He could feel the vibrations from you screaming around him. His breathing started to grow heavier as your head bobbed up and down faster.

“You look so beautiful like this!” He grunted. He was starting to get hot as he knew he was quickly getting close cumming. He discarded his school tie and started to unbutton his shirt.

“I’m gonna cum!” He gasped as he completely removed his shirt. That’s when you pulled your mouth away from him. He regretted saying that.

“No!” He grasped your jaw and forced you to look up. You stood up. You stared at each other as he gathered the saliva spilling down your chin with his thumb and ran it along your bottom lip. You used this as an opportunity to pull it between your lips and suck just as you did with his cock before you popped his thumb out of your mouth.

“The tub’s full, now.” You said, ignoring the extra protests that he threw at you.

Cedric watched as you climbed into the tub and switched the water off. He soon threw the rest of his clothes onto the bench and he followed you into the water that came up to your torso.

He saw the water droplets that clung to your breasts and made a move to lick them. He made a trail with his tongue from your collarbone to your nipple where he continued to lick and suck as you didn’t bother holding back a moan.

“Cedric, I want you to cum inside me!” He felt his boner poking your stomach at the sound of your whimpers.

You grabbed onto his shoulders and pushed him so that his back was to the edge of the tub. You let your lips hungrily devour each other’s. The feeling of your soft tits against his chest only made his desire to be inside you stronger.

He grabbed your thighs and hoisted them around his torso. You grabbed his cock in one hand, aiming it to where your entrance was while using your other hand to cling onto his shoulder to balance yourself.

He planted kisses along your neck and collarbone as you slowly sunk down onto him. You let out a string of curse words as you slowly moved up and down, your tits bouncing with you.

Besides the sounds of your bodies moving against each other, you loudly moaning, and the water splashing, it was dead silent in the room.

He grabbed both sides of your hips and began pounding into you faster and deeper. This made you scream even louder than before.

“Oh fuck, Cedric! Just like that! It feels so fucking good!”

He loved how unafraid you were to let yourself lose control in front of him.

“Cedric!” You sounded like you were sobbing.

“What is it, Sweetheart?” He rasped.

“I think I’m-fuck! Oh Cedric, fuck! It feels so… so good!” It was then that he knew you reached your orgasm. You continued screaming as you rode it out on his dick.

The feeling of your tight pussy pumping around him so vigorously in a repeated manner was what led up to him spilling himself inside you a minute later.

“Don’t stop! Keep going!” He ordered you.

“I fucking love how your cum feels inside me, Cedric!” You cried out.

He continued to hold onto you with him still inside you as he attempted to catch his breath and that’s when he pulled out. It quickly went back up as you softly dragged your nails along the goosebumps forming on the side of his neck. On the other side of his head, you planted equally as light kisses from his jaw to his earlobe. He had to check himself to see if this unreal feeling was what he was really experiencing as you started to nibble it.

“I’ve wanted to fuck you ever since the day I discovered how to pleasure myself.” You purred in his ear. “I don’t give a damn about the other boys I flirted with. It’s always been you, Cedric.”

At the mention of the other boys, he started to feel jealousy ignite in himself which was unusual for someone like him.

“Is that why you flirted with them in front of me?” He looked into your eyes for confirmation. “To make me jealous? To get me to notice you?”

“It worked.” You said. “I mean, I just got so bored of watching those girls talk about you and flirt with you I couldn’t take it anymore, so I thought I had to make you see how I felt. I shouldn’t have waited so long.”

He cupped your jaw and gently brought your lips together as soon as the both of you had calmed down. Your lips began to move along each other’s more frantically and it soon escalated into a make out session.

He quickly found himself getting addicted to the taste and feel of your plush lips which went so well with the lip balm you were wearing.

“What do you mean by waiting so long? How long exactly?” Cedric wanted to know more.

“Since our fifth year. When you became a Prefect and Captain of your Quidditch team.” You leaned your head into the crook of his neck. He absentmindedly stroked his knuckles along your bare shoulder.

“I’m just wondering, why not boys from your house’s team instead?”

You looked up into his eyes. “Because you’re so much better than them. Just because I’m in the same house as them doesn’t mean anything. They’re not as humble or as hard-working as you.”

“I don’t know what to say.” He blushed at your compliment. “Besides thank you, of course.”

You giggled.

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𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙎𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙎𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙉𝙚𝙬

“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.

“Well, good news for you,” I say, barely getting my words out. “Because I really want to be your girlfriend.”

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Broken Promises

part two, fluff that ends in angst, readers house isn't specified, established relationship

cedric diggory x f!reader

"Cedric, promise me you'll be safe tomorrow, please." You had said the night before the challenge. It was the final task of the Tri-Wizard Tournament and to say you were worried for your boyfriend was an understatement. He had successfully completed the first task, slyly taking the golden egg. He had invited you with him to the Prefect bathroom to put the egg underwater. You had helped him find a spell to hold his breath underwater, you had been knocked out and woke up being saved by Cedric, put onto a dock with hundreds of kids watching, and you helped prepare Cedric for the last task.

"I will, love. I swear." Cedric said, putting his hands on your waist, holding you. You had spent the whole day with Cedric, trying to calm him down before the task that awaits him tomorrow.

"A swear is not a promise. Please, just.. we both know how dangerous these tasks have been." You look up at Cedric, taking his hands off your waist and holding them in yours.

"Okay, I promise I won't get hurt, love." He leaned down, kissing your cheek and smiling at you, tucking a strand of hair behind your hair. All you did was hug him, praying to anything out there that Cedric would be safe tomorrow.

You had barely slept a wink last night, too much on your mind to sleep. You slip off your bed, saying hi to your dorm mates and heading to the bathroom, showering and finishing getting ready. You put on your house uniform, throwing on a scarf and your tie before walking out of your dormitory and off to breakfast. You were supposed to meet Cedric by the Great Hall, walking quickly down the corridors before arriving at the hall, spotting Cedric and walking up to him.

"I hope I didn't keep you waiting too long, love." Pecking his lips, you take his hand in yours, heading inside and sitting down beside him at the Hufflepuff table to eat with you and Cedric's friends.

"Cedric, what time do you have to be there?" Whispering to Cedric, you take a muffin from the middle of the table, putting it onto your plate. "About 15 minutes before you have to be there."

You sighed, looking at Cedric and leaning on his shoulder. You felt tense and scared. "Not to be a downer, and I believe in you of course, but what happens if you get hurt? I don't think I'd be able to live with myself if you got seriously injured." All Cedric did was look at you, his brows slightly furrowed and his pupils dialating.

"Remember what I told you last night? I promise I won't get hurt, love." He held your hand under the table, softly moving his thumb against your knuckles.

After breakfast, you and Cedric walked to a secluded tower of the castle, looking at each other. "I love you, Cedric." You said, looking up at him and smiling. You wrapped your arms around the crook of his neck, his arms naturally going down to your waist, pulling you closer to him. You rest your head into the crook of his neck. "I love you too, Y/n." He smiled at you, moving his hands up and down the sides of your waist soothingly. Moving your hands up to his face, cupping his cheeks, you stand on your tippy toes and kiss him. It's a soft and relieving kiss that shows how much you both care for each other. You hold the kiss for a few seconds, stopping and looking down at your shoes. Suddenly, Cedric engulfs you in a hug, resting his head in your neck. "I love you so much, Cedric. Please, be safe my love." You played with his hair, a sad smile on your face.

He kissed your neck softly, sensing how tense you were. Whenever you were stressed or studying he'd always do these things like hold your hand or kiss your neck to soothe you.

You felt calmer, but something told you something was going to go wrong, you could feel it.

Standing in the front rows of the bleachers, you smile to your friends that are beside you and cheer Cedric name, occasionally chanting for Potter.

"He won't get hurt, right?" You say loudly to your friend, Ottoline, having to shout because of all the noise and commotion surrounding you and your friends.

"He'll be alright, Y/n, he's strong. We both know how much he loves you, right? He'll power through for you." She patted your shoulder, smiling at you before turning back to the big field that stood before the stands. Still, you had that feeling that had been haunting you since last night. The feeling that.. something was wrong.

"Representing Hogwarts...Cedric Diggory!" The announcer shouted, cheers and chants emerging from the stands, including you. You saw Cedric, smiling at him. He made eye contact with you, smiling and winking. You blushed.

You walked quickly down your row of the stands, excusing yourself when you would accidentally bump into someone. As you made your way to the row closest to the field, you caught Cedric's attention and smiled. "Be safe, love!" You shouted to him, grinning as he gave you a thumbs up and giggling.

The announcer gave the competitors the go. The competitors enter the maze, running with determined looks on their faces. As soon as they entered the maze, you couldn't see any of them anymore.

Harry and Cedric had just came back, seemingly teleporting onto the field. Everyone cheered, seeing as they both had came back. You, however, were in the closest row to the field. So you were one of the first to see. You could feel the color draining from your face, tears already rolling down your cheeks and blurring your eyesight. You pushed past the people in your row and the man guarding the exit to the field, running onto the field and kneeling down beside Harry and gasping, suddenly feeling like you couldn't breathe. You were now sat down on the left of Harry, in front of Cedric's pale body. From the stands you has seen Harry's teary eyes and now kneeled down right by him, you could see how red and irritated his eyes were. You looked at his scar that was usually covered by his hair, seeing how red and bruised it looked around it. Harry looked up to the stands, tears still in his eyes and all over his cheeks. "Stop cheering! Don't you see him!" He shouted at them, looking back to Cedric then making eye contact with you and muffling his cries with his hand.

You looked down before you, seeing your boyfriends now lifeless body right in front of you. You punched the grass beside his body, feeling your hands become bruised and cut by the hardened soil that rooted the grass to the ground. "He broke my fucking promise, Harry. He broke the promise..." You look up at Harry, his face seemingly morphed as you could barely see him, or anything for that matter, with your teary eyes. "What promise?" Harry asked, his voice seemingly as shaky as yours. "I made him promise last night that- that he wouldn't get too hurt..." You were shaking, hugging Cedric's pale and ice cold body. You looked at his eyes, the ones that were always filled with brightness and joy and happiness and love. The eyes that he looked at you with, seemingly always looking at you differently than everyone else. The eyes were now dark, not holding any memories or joy of love in them anymore. Everything around you was too much. You continued to shake and cry, hugging his body and running your hand through his hair. You held his hand, hoping to find the heat you would always find when holding his hand through the halls of the castle, always bringing you warmth even on your coldest days. It wasn't there anymore. That warmth was now filled with an inhuman cold that seemed to never end. Harry looked at you, hugging you as you cry into his shoulder.

"He's dead..." You whispered to Harry, your voice shaky and broken.

Suddenly, someone was pulling you away. You slapped and punched at their hands, using your nails to claw at them, trying to rip their grip off of you and go back to Cedric, wanting to see that warm pink color rise back to his cheeks where it always was. You kicked at the persons legs, "Let me go! Let me fucking go, you dick! That's my boyfriend!" You said through a shaking and cracky voice, a bit of snot running down from your nose. Looking up, you see Harry being pulled away by Dumbledore. You knew you looked like a mess but you didn't care. He was dead. And you knew you wouldn't ever see him again. Hold his hand again, kiss him, hug him, cuddle him, talk to him, eat breakfast with him, study with him. He broke his promise, and all you could do was cry about it.

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what jealous Cedric would be like…

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Okay but, Cedric was not actually jealous.

Of course, he doesn’t like it when guys are too close to you but, he was fine with you having as many friends as you want so… there was no need to be jealous about anyone.

But oh, if we talk about that Ravenclaw guy.

He was in the same year as you, and as far as he knew, you and him were partners in potions. Cedric saw him many times around you, walking next to you or exchanging notes you wrote during class, but didn’t actually know the guy’s name.

Your boyfriend didn’t pay much attention to it until one week you started to spend too much time with him —not actually that much time but it felt like a century to Ced, since he wanted you around all the time— because of a project. Now the problem wasn’t that, the problem was, that guy wouldn’t leave you alone.

He would walk behind you with the excuse of discussing something about the project but it was so obvious that he just wanted to talk to you and spend time with you but of course: that didn’t happen when Cedric was around.

It almost was as if your boyfriend was a shield to his failed attention seeker mission.

Cedric knew how guys worked, even though he never wanted to steal someone’s girl, he obviously noticed when someone tried to steal his girl. And he didn’t like it.

So, he waited for you to get out of class, as he often did, but not only with the purpose of seeing you, but seeing him.

That shiny black haired bastard with his bright perfect smile and sharp jawline was laughing about something funny you said as you stepped out of the classroom. None of you noticed Cedric’s presence just three meters away from you.

His jaw slightly clenched when he immediately noticed the desperate desire of that guy for you to stay with him and talk, when you tried to leave. He had grabbed your wrist, forcing you to turn around to him again. Was he dumb? Was he dumb enough to really think that he could have a chance with you when you had a boyfriend?

And even if you didn’t have a boyfriend, why was he so insistent!?

Cedric couldn’t deny that maybe if you were single, his now handsome enemy would be the perfect match for you; he was truly good looking… but come on, who could beat Cedric? No one, to your eyes. He almost felt insecure about himself as he walked towards you and saw the Ravenclaw’s face closer and closer, if you hadn’t told him a million times how perfect he was while kissing his lips the night before, and as many nights as you could.

He took big yet small steps towards the two of you. Your back was turned to him, so you slightly jumped when a big and heavy arm smoothed over your shoulders. “Ced” you smiled when you saw him, an instant relief drawing your face “You scared me” you said while placing a hand over your chest.

“M’ sorry, love” he replied, trying to make the last word extra clear, his signature smirk on his rosy lips as he looked down at you, but a sharp looking stare at your friend when he looked forward, right into his eyes. “And you are…?”

His tone was nice… but still a little, poisonous, as if his words had a slight glimpse of venom or acid, falling right into his victim’s cheeks, which blushed with embarrassment. His posture immediately changed as he introduced himself to your boyfriend, and you looked at the both of them, confused.

Cedric was big next to him. His large figure and height out stood your potions partner’s with ease as his arm was still around you, and your friend walked away shyly, muttering something about seeing you around, and then cursing to himself as he disappeared into the crowd of students.

You pushed Cedric’s arm back, as you looked at him with frowned brows, your neck slightly going up to look at his whole face.

“What was that about?”

“What was what?” he played dumb. You rolled your eyes.

“Ced…”

“I don’t like him” his voice interrupted you as he crossed his arms over his chest, taking another dominant position, this time to you. “He’s looking for your attention, and he tries too hard”

You noticed the jaw clench as his mouth closed, and you shook your head slightly, squinting your eyes and letting a small smile show from behind your lips.

“Are you jealous?” you asked.

He scoffed, turning his head to the left, as if something interesting was happening towards that direction. You laughed this time.

“Oh my God! You totally are” you took his hands as he rolled his eyes. His body followed yours as your feet took a step back, dragging your boyfriend to you as your back hit the cold wall behind you. Cedric would never admit he was actually jealous, but it felt good to you to know that he was, so he kept it that way just so you could keep smiling. “Why?”

“I told you, I don’t like him. Whenever you are alone, he comes right after you. Like you are his prey or something” his hands played with your fingers before he felt your lips press into his red cheek, you knew how much he loved those kisses.

“Then don’t leave me” you pleaded and whispered to his ear. He blushed at your voice tone as you pulled him by the arm, already taking a new direction to somewhere he didn’t know yet. “I need some help with a few books at the library, will you help me? Maybe I could snatch the jealousy out of your system”

Cedric smiled, he knew exactly what library meetings were.

“Yes, ma’am”

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would never fall in love — cedric diggory ♡

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cedric diggory x fem!gryffindor!reader, fluff, mentions of alcohol consumption

your grandparents always wanted it to be true

the amos’ had always run parallel to your family. what had begun as a bit of a romeo and juliet style grudge in dumbledore’s early days, had simmered to a rivalry that acted less destructive.

it was a long standing wish of your grandparents for you and cedric to ‘mend the fence’. and you did - it wasn’t a natural enemy situation, the two of you were friends. pretty good friends. but your families always pushed you to something more, and as stubborn teens, you always pushed further away.

for that reason, you didn’t want to go to the weasley twins’ party tonight, knowing both that he’d be there, and that he remembered as well as you did what happened at the last one.

“you have to come! it’s our last one before the new school year.” fred exclaimed with such dramatics that several passers-by stopped to frown with either concern or reprimand.

you conceded, knowing full well the gingers would just stalk and annoy you until you did so, “alright, fine. but... keep me away from drinks, and...”

george wiggled his eyebrows, “cedric? in a cupboard assigned for seven minutes in-”

“shut up, george, before i change my mind.”

the two grinned at their success before darting off, leaving you at the gryffindor table alone.

or, not entirely alone. a flash of yellow robes sat next to you. cedric, of course. the twins probably saw him coming and tore off. it wasn’t just your families pushing you together.

you smiled, somewhat tightly to prevent the joy spreading across your face at seeing him. it was a ridiculous reaction, you told yourself.

“hey,” he greeted you with an ease that made you jealous, “are you coming tonight?”

you restricted yourself from mocking his accidental innuendo, “i am, yeah. i’ll see you there?”

cedric nodded, the light catching him in a way that made it seem it was coming from him, “yeah, you will.”

he nudged your shoulder in a way that could have been friendly (of course it was friendly, don’t make things weird, you berated yourself) or could have meant a little something more. his fingertips lingered a little too long.

was there heat in your cheeks? perhaps.

you threw your dress across the room. angelina caught it with a strong hand before it launched into the bathroom where katie was brushing her teeth.

“alright, don’t take it out on the clothes.”

you grumbled, “they deserve it, they all suck.”

angelina sighed and plonked heavily onto your bed, “is this about him?”

shooting up so fast you almost hit your head on the open lid of your trunk, you spluttered dramatically, “sorry? of course not. why would cedric be bothered with what i was wearing?”

she scoffed at you, “never said cedric.”

you groaned and threw your head back, dropping from your knees to your heels, “i guess the gig is up then. i confess.”

“oh babe, there was no gig, we all know. c’mon, i’ll find you something.” katie called once she’d spat out her toothpaste. the three of you had conquered the twins’ bedroom to get ready, much to their displeasure. alicia was nowhere to be found, having disappeared with her boyfriend earlier.

once fully satisfied with your roommate’s generous offerings, the three of you descended the weasley’s twisting stairs to the back garden, where maybe twenty people were set up. it wasn’t overbearingly loud, but it wasn’t hushed and awkward either.

the evening progressed in a blur of good times, not one particularly stand out moment, but an event you’d remember for the rib-aching laughter and half sober games of tag.

by eleven, there were less people, maybe eight of your close friends, and fred had the great idea to get them in a circle for truth or dare.

ten minutes later, george was topless, you’d been doused in freezing water, lee jordan made everyone pinky swear they wouldn’t tell mcgonagall he’d once thrown up in her paper bin, and katie was still struggling for an answer from a question asked two rounds ago. and cedric’s quidditch jersey he was wearing now rested on your shoulders, a barrier from the night air and your soaked clothes.

“cedric, truth or dare!” fred challenged, a wicked grin on his face.

with one look at you shivering, he confidently answered, “truth.”

fred leaned forward, grin not displaced by his choice, “is whatever’s going on with you two,” he gestured in your general vicinity, but everyone knew who he meant, “because of your families? or is there something else here?”

you ducked your head, suddenly not feeling so cold, but trembling lightly for a different reason. your friends all whistled and made general noise at the question. with a deep breath, you raised to look at the others with a smile, “go on cedric.”

he looked at you and let out a breath, shaking his head with a smile that matched your own, “no. it’s got nothing to do with our families.”

the time passed on with various competitions and revealed secrets, until the moon was well in the sky. fred crashed on a twine patio sofa, covered in an array of pillows, because you’d taken all the blankets and had fallen asleep against cedric, where you two sat next to the table.

it was warm for an english night in late-august, but you had also been covered in ice water, so nobody attempted to steal a blanket from you.

george, eyes almost dropping himself, asked cedric, “what you said earlier... did you mean it? it’s not ‘cause of your families?”

“i used to say i would never fall in love unless it was her i fell in love with.”

“sap.” george teased, poking his friend.

cedric laughed, lightly so as not to to disturb you, and wrapped his arm fully around your waist.

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How You Meet

Harry: Gryffindor, halfblood, same year 

I watched as a boy with messy black hair, bright green eyes behind a pair of crooked glasses, and clothes that looked a little too big for him pacing around the train station. I could tell that this was his first time here. He was alone and I felt bad for him.

If I had to guess, he grew up with muggles. Muggles who didn't really care about making sure he got on the train safely.

After watching him for a couple of moments, I decided he was kinda cute and I wanted to befriend him. It was my first year at Hogwarts as well so I was pretty desperate to make friends. 

"That's Harry Potter." My dad leaned down and whispered into my ear. He was the wizard of our family. "I've got to get back to work, but you should invite him to sit with you on the train. He grew up with Muggles so he doesn't really know how all this stuff works." He placed a kiss on my forehead. "I love you so much (y/n). Never forget who you are. I will try to send you letters everyday."  

"I promise to write to you about my first day as long as you promise not to write to me everyday." I chuckled and began pushing my cart over to the very confused looking boy. "You must be looking for Platform 9 ¾."  

"Yes, I am." he sighed and look of relief washed over his face. "I've been walking around and nobody knows where it is. I'm beginning to think that this whole thing is a joke and I should go back home."  

"It isn't a joke. All you have to do is walk through that brick wall." I pointed at the wall and he looked at me with his eye wide.  

"Are you sure?"  

"I'm positive." I smiled but then mentally face palmed because he wasn't supposed to know that I knew who he was.  

"Well since you already happen to know my name, what's yours?"  

"I'm (y/n) (l/n)." I held out a hand and shook his.  

"How'd you already know my name (y/n)?" He questioned and I couldn't help but giggle a little bit.  

"Oh, you just wait Harry, everyone knows your name."  

Ron: Ravenclaw, muggleborn, year above him 

*(f/n)=friend's name 

I patiently sat there watching my best friend, (f/n), ball her eyes out over some boy that had broken her heart.  

They had been fooling around a little bit, and (f/n) started developing feelings for him. Even though she wouldn't tell me who he was, she did tell me that he was only messing around with her to make his ex jealous. I rolled my eyes at the thought of him. (f/n) was an amazing girl and if he couldn't see that, then he didn't deserve her.  

"Forget about him (f/n)." I took her hand in mine. "You're amazing and if he can't see that, then he doesn't deserve you." All she could do was nod so I engulfed her in a hug letting her cry it all out on my shoulder.  

After I thought she had spend enough tears on that boy, I managed to clean her up a little bit and drag her out to the lake so she could get some fresh air.  

She had spent most of the day in the dorms crying and she needed out of this room before the other girls in our year came back and started asking questions. And when they didn't get any answers, they were going to start making up rumors about why (f/n) was crying. We couldn't have that.

"You're right (y/n)." She said as we left out the main entrance. "If he doesn't think I'm worth it, then he doesn't deserve me." We walked and talked about what we wanted for dinner until she abruptly stopped walking. She reached down and clutched my hand so tightly that I though the blood circulation was going to cut off. "(y/n). That's him."

"Which one is he?" I snapped. My blood was boiling. All I wanted to do was go over there and give him a piece of my mind.  

"The good looking one. I don't know how I'm ever going to get over him." She began silently crying and dropped her head onto my shoulder.

He was standing with a pretty girl with rather bushy hair and another guy with bright green eyes and messy black hair. I think they were 4th years. A year below us.  

"Hey you." I yelled getting his attention. The small group turned around to face me.  

"Do you know her?" The girl whispered eyeing me up in only a way that a jealous girlfriend would. She must've been the ex that he was trying to make jealous. All the ginger headed boy did was shake his head. I was furious. How did someone think they could just walk all over (f/n) like that? But he sure was cute.

"Who do you think you are? You can't just treat (f/n) like that. You had no right."

"Do we know you?" The girl to his left asking raising an eyebrow. 

"I didn't ask you." I spat at her, "I was talking to your "friend". It doesn't matter who I am. What matters is that you apologize to (f/n)." I pointed over to her. She was just standing there with her hand pressed over her mouth in shock.

"I don't know her. I've never spoken a word to her in my entire life." He looked so confused that I actually wanted to believe him. Maybe I was talking to the wrong guy? But (f/n) did say the good looking one.

But then I thought about (f/n) and how heartbroken she was and that irritated me even more. Why couldn't he just own up to what he had done? All I wanted to do was wipe that confused look off his face, so I slapped him. I don't know what came over me, but I did it, and there was no taking it back.  

"(y/n). What are you doing?" My friend had come running up beside me. "He isn't the one (y/n). It was him." She pointed over to another group that had been watching the altercation. It was a Slytherin who was in the year above us. 

He had been watching the whole time not saying a single word just smirking. Do Slytherins have any other facial expressions besides a smirk?  

"But you said the good looking one." I pouted in disbelief. We clearly had two different ideas when it came to good looking people. His friend with the green eyes burst out laughing and the girl smiled a little bit. The ginger didn't seem to find any of the situation funny. He kept his eyes trained on my hand as if I might try to hit him again.  

"I am so sorry about that. I thought you were someone else." I awkwardly laughed. He didn't say anything for a moment. His eyes were flicking between (f/n) and I. 

"So you think I'm good looking?"  

"Uh, I-I-did I say that?" I stammered not wanting to meet his gaze. 

"Yeah you did." He chuckled. "By the way I'm Ron Weasley."  

"(f/n) (l/n)." 

Draco: Slytherin, pureblood, year below 

It was my first year at Hogwarts, and I was actually somewhat nervous about being here. It wasn't like I didn't know my place here, I was just scared of what everyone was going to think about me.  I wasn't an awful person and I actually wanted to have friends.

I knew that pureblood Slytherins didn't have the best reputation around here and I didn't want to be that Slytherin. I had always been accepting of all the different blood types. Just because you weren't a pureblood didn't make you any less than me. 

It was the first day of our classes and my first class happened to be Potions. I was very familiar with Professor Snape. When I was younger, my older brother had fallen extremely ill.

He had contracted some Muggle disease that wasn't very well known to us. I don't remember much from that time. I just remember my brother always laying around and never being able to do things by himself.  

I begged my parents to take him to a muggle doctor. One that actually knew what they were dealing with. They would always shoo me off saying that our doctors knew exactly what they were doing and my brother was going to be alright.  

They finally ended up contacting Severus Snape who instantly came to our rescue. We knew that he was running low on time and something needed to work. He came over and for about a week he was boarded up in a room only coming out to eat and use the bathroom. After that week, he had finished some potion that cured my brother.  

I wasn't tall enough to hug him like my mom had. She sobbed and sobbed telling him that if there was anything he needed, we were there. So I just ended up wrapping my arms around one of his calves.  

"Thank you." I whispered looking up at him, and he reached down and patted my head.  

"You are very welcome." He smiled down at me.  

I wasn't sure if Snape was even going to remember me. I wasn't sure if I even wanted him to remember me.  

"These damn robes." I groaned hiking them high above my knees. I made a mental note to write a letter to my mom asking her to get me a shorter set of robes. As soon as I dropped them, my foot got tangled up in them, and I closed my eyes bracing myself to hit the cobblestone floor, but it didn't come. Instead an arm was wrapped around my waist steadying me. I opened my eyes to see a boy with blonde hair and pale gray eyes. Draco Malfoy.

"You really should get those shortened." He said rather dryly before walking away leaving me standing there alone in the corridor.  

George: Slytherin, halfblood, same year 

Working in the wizarding world was a lot different than working in the Muggle world. There weren't that many laws against children working. Well, places wouldn't hire 10 year olds or anything, but they were more than okay with hiring 14 year olds.

I wasn't used to the type of lifestyle that many of my other Slytherin housemates were used to. I was a halfblood and didn't come from tons of money like the majority of them did. 

I may not have come from tons of money, but I was very happy. I didn't need tons of money to be happy. All I needed was a couple a close friends, a few good books, some of my favorite foods and I was good.  

After being around the Slytherins for a couple of years, I finally realized that money could not buy you happiness. No matter how much you wanted that to be true, it just wouldn't happen.  

During my 3rd year, when us as students were allowed to visit the village, I fell in love with Zonko's Joke Shop. I loved it so much that I thought, maybe I should get a job there.  

So, I filled out an application and was hired a couple of days later. I was given special privileges to visit the village throughout the week so that I could work.  

The pay was good, but that wasn't the reason that I wanted to work here. I loved to see the looks on the faces of people whenever they tried out something new.  

Today I was stacking a couple of boxes of sweets that could change your appearance at will for an hour.  

"Excuse me?" I felt a light tap on my shoulder, and when I turned around I saw two identical boys. I knew they were both in my year, but I had never talked to them. Maybe it was because I found George cute, and was always too nervous to actually talk to him.  

"Yeah?" I happily chirped. I was going to treat him exactly like one of my other patients, and maybe that would keep me from getting too nervous. "Can I help you with something?"  

"Actually you can." George nodded. "My brother and I were looking for the Skiving Snackboxes."

Fred game him a strange look, but he just ignored him.  

"They're right over here." I gestured for the two of them to follow me to another corner of the store. "And here we are." I gave them one last smile before turning around. Well not before George started talking again.

"I just wanted to introduce myself. I'm George and this is my brother Fred. I do believe that we are in the same year, but we've never been formally introduced."  

"Nice to meet you two. I'm (y/n) (l/n)." I gave the both of them quick handshake, but I held onto George's hand a little longer than Fred's.  

"Do you think you could give us a discount?" George smirked.  

"I'll see what I can do." I giggled before walking back to the front of the store.  

Fred: Gryffindor, pureblood, 2 years below 

Why couldn't Draco Malfoy just leave me alone? It wasn't like I had ever done anything to him or Pansy, or Crabbe, or Goyle. Blaise was always there but he wouldn't say anything. He would stand a couple feet away from them not doing much.

My eyes would plead with him asking him to say something so the torment would stop, but he would just avert my gaze paying very close attention to the stones on the wall.  

Today I would get to class early so that I could be around my other classmates. They didn't bother me that much when I was around everyone else. But today being in such a rush, I found myself taking a right instead of a left and then ended somewhere in the dungeons.

I knew the Slytherin common room was down here somewhere, but maybe they were in class as well.  Lucky me. They had a free period.  

I mentally groaned as I heard Draco's voice travel down the long dark hallway. Why was it so dark down here anyway?

"Oh (y/n)." He sang out. "What are you doing down here?"  

"I thought you were scared of the dark." Pansy snickered. "Did you bring your night light?"  

"I just got lost, but I'll be on my way." I forced a smile at them and turned on my heel trying to get away but not before Pansy pulled my hair causing me to fall onto the ground.  

"Oh you don't have to go just yet. Why don't you hang around for a little while?"  

*** 

I sat on the ground with my knees pulled up to my chest; why me? What had I done so wrong that caused them to want to pick on me?  

"Hey, are you okay?" I heard a voice ask.  

"Yeah. I'm fine."  I whispered staring at the floor.  

"You're (y/n), right?"  

"Yeah." I finally looked at the person to see my crush, Fred Weasley, standing there.  

"Are you okay." He repeated. 

"Yeah." I repeated as well. 

"No you're not." He held out a hand and pulled me up to my feet. "What happened?" He reached out and lightly touched one of the bruises that began to form on my cheeks. I hissed at the pain and took a little step back.  

"Bullies." I looked away from him. I didn't want him to think that I was this sad little girl who couldn't defend herself.  

"Who bullies you (y/n)?"  

"It's not that important."  

"Yes is is." He put two fingers under my chin and lifted my face so I could look him in the eye. I felt the tears well up in my eyes.  

"Malfoy and his friends" I sobbed and Fred pulled me into him rubbing my hair and whispering sweet things into my ear.  

"It's going to be fine. I'm never going to let them hurt you again." 

Cedric: Hufflepuff, muggleborn, same year 

*for this one we're going to pretend that Cedric has a little sister so please just roll with it/ (s/n)= sister's name* 

Since both of my parents were going to be at work today, my mom wanted me to take my younger sister to her last ballet class of the year. While I was at school, my mom signed her up for classes so she would have something to do when I was away.

She was always writing me letters about how her classes were going and this new girl that she met in her class and they had become best friends.  

On the way to her class, she had become very emotional because of the fact that she wasn't going to be able to see her friend for a very long time. She wasn't sure if she was going to be able to write her letters because this little girl didn't know that she was a wizard.  

I told her it was going to be alright and maybe they would be able to work something out. All the girl needed to know was that she would be attending a boarding school and they could hang out when she came home during the breaks.  

When I walked into the place, there were a bunch of girls about her age walking around in theses adorable pink tutus. I couldn't help but grin at how cute they all were.

(S/n) walked away from me and headed over to this girl that seemed to be talking to her older brother.  

As I was watching them interact, something in my head was telling me that I knew that boy, but I wasn't sure where I knew him from. I walked over to the vending machine to buy a bottle of water, and when I got back there was only one seat left beside the boy that I recognized.  

"Excuse me? But is this seat taken?" I pointed down at the seat and when he looked at me, it felt as if my heart had got caught in my throat. He was even cuter than when I first walked in here. He had the most beautiful pair of brown eyes that I had ever seen.  

"Nope. Not at all." He answered back with a warm smile. I smiled back, thanked him, and sat down. I picked at my fingernails and constantly glanced at the clock counting down the minutes for her class to be over.

We enganged in a little small talk and when that was over, the conversation ended because neither of us knew what else to say.  

"Hi, I'm Cedric and I know this is going to sound very strange, but I think I know you from somewhere." 

"I'm (y/n) and I really was thinking the same thing when I walked in here and saw you." I smiled and put a strand of hair behind my hair. We each were naming off different locations where we could have seen each other, but it wasn't working out. Before I knew it, the class was over and (s/n) came out with the other little girl.  

As I was walking out the door, I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned around to see Cedric standing there with his charming smile and his amazing jaw line.  

"It seems that (Cedric's sister's name) has brought to my attention that their first year at Hogwarts will start in a couple of days. I guess that's where we know each other from." He chuckled. "So I think that we should have them meet up to get all their things." 

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