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cedric diggory and all the ways he quietly loves you... (a habits list, and probably not the last one i’ll make)
hi! omg this is my first headcanon (blurb?? one-shot??) whatever it is I've had so much fun writing it!!! it’s been a busy few days and I promise that I’m still working on the next chapter but i wanted to get this out because it made me so soft 🥹 thank you so much to the sweet soul who requested this, it genuinely filled my heart up putting it together. here are some of the little things cedric diggory does when he’s in love with you. habits, quirks, tiny rituals. the kind of stuff that piles up over time and makes you realize just how much someone sees you. feel free to imagine them as canon in the insatiable universe (because honestly, they are)
★ he always waits outside your classes — and outside the entrance of your common room in the mornings!! even if you’re running late, even if he’s drenched from practice. he’ll lean against the wall with his arms crossed, eyes flicking to the door every few seconds, and the moment you appear? he lights up like you’re the only person who exists.
☆ he compliments you so genuinely it makes your chest ache — not just your looks, though he tells you you’re beautiful constantly, like he’s never gotten over the sight of you. one afternoon, you’re mid-ramble about something completely ridiculous (a dream you had, a weird bug you saw, whatever) and he’s just staring, all soft-eyed and smitten. then, without even thinking, he says, “i swear, i could listen to you forever. doesn’t even matter what you’re on about. your voice is my favorite sound.” it’s so simple, so achingly sincere, you forget how to breathe for a second.
★ he kisses your forehead twice — always twice. even if he’s in a rush, even if your friends are around and it’ll definitely earn you a round of teasing. one kiss for hello, one just because. it’s instinct at this point, something he does without thinking. soft and automatic, like he’s pressing a little promise into your skin. two smooches, always.
☆ he tidies up for you when you’re not looking — he doesn’t say anything, just stacks the piles books you left out in the library, folds your laundry into neat little piles, quills tucked back into their case. he never mentions it. just blushes when you catch him in the act. “you always do it for me,” he mumbles, like it’s the most natural thing in the world.
★ he keeps little pieces of you tucked away like they’re lucky charms — a hair tie, a scribbled note, your lip balm, the lighter you left in his pocket. once, it was a folded napkin with your lipstick mark on it. you don’t even know half the things he’s saved. he just likes having bits of you close, like tiny proofs that you’re real and his.
☆ he whispers that he loves you when he’s half asleep — you’re beside him reading, trying not to wake him, but his hand finds your waist and his eyes flutter open, heavy with sleep. “i love you,” he murmurs, voice low and thick with drowsiness, before pressing a slow, sleepy kiss to your shoulder. then he’s out again, like he just needed to say it, like it couldn’t wait.
★ he’s quietly obsessed with touching you — not in a flashy or obnoxious way, just enough that everyone knows you’re his. sometimes, when he sees you after a long day, or just when he’s overwhelmed with how much he’s missed you, he lifts you up in a tight hug the same way he did the first time he saw you at the yule ball, like the rest of the world falls away and it’s just you. he wraps his arms around you so tight it knocks the breath from your lungs, sways you a little like he can’t believe you’re real. in the hallways, he threads his fingers through yours like it’s second nature. under tables, it’s his hand on your thigh, thumb tracing slow circles it’s never excessive. never overdone. it’s just cedric — quietly, constantly marking the fact that you’re his favorite person in any room.
☆ he talks about you like you’re already his family — he’ll say “we” when making plans. tells his mum about your favorite meals so she can make them whenever you visit. he’s already talking about bringing you to christmas next year. and when he’s home visiting, his parents hear about you constantly. stories about what you did that made him laugh, how you did on your last assignment, just proudly gushing about you. back at school, you slip into most conversations with his friends even when he doesn’t realize it. “(Y/N) said that yesterday,” he’ll murmur, or “she actually read that book, said it was brilliant.” he thinks he’s being casual, but he’s so transparent. the boys tease him constantly, but he just grins and shrugs because he can’t help it. you’re always on his mind. always the first thing he wants to talk about. it’s like loving you changed his whole vocabulary.
★ he pays attention to everything — how you take your tea, the way you hum when you’re deep in thought, how you always tap your quill twice before writing. he catalogs you like he’s afraid of forgetting all the little things, the soft details, the throwaway comments. he picks things up for you without you asking. if you mention needing more ink, he’s already got your favorite shade tucked into his bag. if you say you liked the apple tarts at breakfast, he starts sneaking one into his pocket every morning. he reads whatever you’re reading, too. your favorite books, old essays, reading assignments. he reads it all just so he can talk to you about them. it’s not performative. it’s not a show. he’s just genuinely curious. about you, your thoughts, your world. he wants to know everything you know.
☆ he’s always calling you sweet nicknames — darling, dove, love, baby, sweetheart, flower, angel. he cycles through them like he’s trying to find the one that suits you best. once, you teased him for it and he just shrugged, grinning. “you’re too many lovely things to choose just one.”
★ he seeks you out at parties — if you’re not arriving together, you can bet he’s scanning the room the second he walks in. it doesn’t matter who he’s talking to, or what kind of crowd he’s in the middle of. the moment he spots you, he’s weaving through the noise like nothing else matters. “there you are,” he always says, smiling like the night couldn’t properly begin until he found you. sometimes he’ll kiss your cheek without thinking, or slip his hand into yours so casually it makes your heart skip a beat. it’s like his whole body sighs in relief just from being near you again.
☆ he stares when he thinks you’re not looking — you’ve caught him across the room, in the mirror, from your periphery, just watching you with this enamored look in his eyes. and then you both just… laugh. quiet, giddy little giggles like neither of you can help it. it’s your thing now, that shared glance that says we’ve done this before. because you have. that first night at the feast, evenings at the library when you were strangers across the room, something magnetic pulling your eyes back to each other again and again. like you already knew. like you were remembering, not meeting.
★ he listens so intently it makes you nervous — like he’s absorbing every word, every shift in your tone, every pause you take to catch your breath. his grey eyes soften when you speak, stormy but warm, like they’re made to reflect you. when you tell stories, he watches your mouth more than he should, totally entranced, smiling a little when you get excited and trip over your words. when you cry, he doesn’t rush to fix it. he just holds your face in his hands, thumbs brushing your cheeks, and listens. not because he’s waiting to respond, because he wants to understand. because whatever hurts you, he wants to carry some of it too.
☆ he mouths “i love you” when he’s too far to say it — from the field during a match, where his hair’s a mess and his cheeks are flushed and he finds you in the crowd like it’s second nature. across the great hall, when he’s seated too far to reach you but can’t stop looking anyway. through the library shelves, when you catch each other in passing and he just stops, smiles, and mouths it, soft and sure, like it’s a secret just for you. it’s quiet. subtle. not meant for anyone else. but he says it like a promise, every single time. and you always say it back, even if it’s just in your smile.
★ he tucks your hair behind your ear when you're nervous — gently, like he's grounding you with the smallest touch. he knows you get anxious sometimes, knows the signs without needing to be told: the way your fingers fidget, your breathing shifts, how you stare a little too hard at nothing. so he leans in close and murmurs, “you’re okay. you’ve got this. i’ve got you.” his voice is soft, steady, certain. like a lifeline. even if you don’t believe it yet, he always does. and he’ll keep saying it until you do.
☆ he still gets flustered when you call him handsome — every single time. you’ll say it offhandedly, in the hallway, at breakfast, when he’s stretching before a match, and without fail, he ducks his head with a shy little smile, ears going pink. “you’re just saying that,” he’ll mumble, but he can’t quite stop the way his mouth curves or how he reaches for your hand after. sometimes he tries to play it cool, but he always ends up grinning like you’ve made his whole day. and the truth is, you have.
★ he gets visibly sulky when you’re upset — he wears your emotions like weather. if someone’s rude to you, if your insecurities start creeping in, if you just look a little too quiet for too long… he notices. he goes broody and still, tight-jawed, barely blinking as he mutters, “who do I have to kill?” and even if you laugh, he means it just enough to make your heart flutter and your anger soften. later, when things calm down, he pulls you in without a word, tucks you against him like he can shield you from the world. “you shouldn’t ever have to feel like this,” he murmurs into your hair. and you believe him, because somehow, with him, it feels true.
☆ he touches you absentmindedly when he’s studying — parchment spread out, ink smudged on his fingers, brow furrowed in focus. but even then, his body finds yours. his thumb draws slow circles on your thigh. your pinkies are hooked beneath the table like a quiet promise. his foot nudges yours every so often, like he’s checking to make sure you haven’t drifted too far. he doesn’t even notice he’s doing it half the time, but you do. and it always makes your chest feel full. like even when he’s buried in notes and diagrams, you’re still the grounding point. always his center of gravity.
♱ 𝔱𝔞𝔤𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱 ♱
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Imagine being Sirius Black’s daughter and Cedric Diggory’s love interest:
[01]
You are the daughter of Sirius and your mother was the sister of James Potter.
Yes, that makes you the cousin of Harry Potter, not that you knew anything about that for his own protection.
Now, for your own safety, you are taken by Remus and your last name was changed to Lupin.
You barely remember even being around your father since I mean you were a toddler, so you do call Remus ‘dad’. (He never corrects you, because technically you're his goddaughter.)
He does tell you the truth about your ‘real’ parents when Sirius escapes Azkaban, but you surprise him with a “So? You’re still my dad.” (Even when Sirius is living in the Black Home, you move in with Remus calling Sirius by his Ministry name.)
You’re very Black Cat energy [Raven from Teen Titans], and it surprises everyone that you are best friends with the Weasley Twins. (You find misery funny and their pranks make people miserable.)
If you aren’t hanging out with the twins, people can find you hanging out with Neville in Sprout’s greenery since you excel in Herbology.
Neville is your shadow in the sense he admires you as his upper classmen, and how you defend him against bullies. (A bully is something you don’t tolerate.)
After knowing Draco is technically your cousin, you punch him freely claiming that it’s ‘familial love’ not abuse.
You make it a point not to spend too much time around Harry because everyone dies around him, but you do feel bad for him being an orphan.
Out of the Golden trio though, Ron is your favorite where Hermione annoys you. (She scolded you for asking the elves in the kitchen for snacks and you hit her with being a diabetic; you’re not, you just wanted her to feel bad.)
Another person who annoys you to your core is Cedric Diggory, who is so fucking perfect that it makes you hate him even more.
You met him on the train of your first year, when the train hit a rock and it caused you to fall on your face. (It was embarrassing and you hoped no one saw you.)
Cedric saw this and when you heard his chuckle you immediately glared at the boy that seemed to be laughing at your failure.
To make matters worse, he had the audacity to help you up, smoothing your hair and uniform for you! (What an asshole.)
On the opposite end, Cedric was laughing at how adorable you look, caught off guard by the fall that he made it his mission to continue surprising you.
Every morning in the dining hall he greets you with a Good Morning, which you respond with a look of suspension. (Like why was this literal sun shining your way so early in the morning.)
He was around every corner and you didn’t understand why he would help you carry your heavy books or ask you to explain the herbology homework when he was a whole grade older than you.
Cedric loved hearing you talk about Herbology because when you ramble a soft smile paints your lips, that he watches move gracefully in his eyes. (Everything you did was just lovely to him.)
He does end up getting that kiss when you need to escape from people finding out that you’re Sirius Black’s daughter. (The twins thought this made you even cooler, but the other students did not.)
You overheard a group of girls gossiping about you being creepy in general so it makes sense your father was a murder.
Just when you were going to confront them yourself, Cedric comes over with that stupid charming face making those girls swoon at his presence until he opens his mouth:
“People only gossip about others when they find them interesting. I’m sorry you’re all so boring compared to Y/N. It’s not her fault she has a personality and not just a mouth.”
Honestly, his harshness shocked both of you, but he was not going to let anyone talk shit about the girl he loves.
He panics seeing you standing behind him and he awkwardly tries apologizing for not acknowledging your presence, only to be met with your lips colliding with his.
Cedric couldn't believe his crush was kissing him in the library, with all these students to witness the scene. (Jaws were dropping, and in the corner Fred was paying George a few coins for losing their bet on who would kiss who first.)
No, you weren’t immediately girlfriend and boyfriend but it was a step in the right direction. (You needed time and Cedric was willing to wait for you.)
Where’s the trophy? He just comes running over to me
⋆ pairing : cedric diggory x fem!reader
⋆ summary : you were hogwarts’ golden couple — both quidditch captains, both prefects, both hopelessly in love. until your family forced you to break his heart. a year later, the feelings are still there, stronger than ever, but so are the rumours about cho chang. when cedric is chosen as hogwarts’ champion, you finally speak to him again. not to win him back… just to help him survive.
⋆ wc : 4.9k
⋆ second chance romance, golden couple, aching to touch him / her
The first time she saw Cedric Diggory, they were only third years, barely fourteen, and it was raining. Sounds romantic, doesn’t it? Well, it wasn’t. She was in the middle of Quidditch practice, the rain was so heavy she could barely see, and that led her to crash into one of her teammates. He managed to cling to his broom; but she didn’t. She plummeted straight into the mud, crashing hard into the pitch. Every inch of her hurt, and when she opened her eyes after the fall, a boy with storm-grey eyes was crouched beside her, worry etched across his face.
“Are you alright?”
The only thing she managed in response was a groan.
“That was quite a fall, we should get you to Madam Pomfrey.”
She soon noticed that the entire Hufflepuff team had gathered around her, curious and concerned. Anyone could have stepped forward. But Cedric moved first. And because of that, one of the most fated love stories Hogwarts had ever seen truly began.
By the time they were sixteen, they were two of the school’s most outstanding students. Prefects, Quidditch captains, always at the top of their class. They were bright, determined, and the kind of couple people rolled their eyes and say “of course they’re together”. The golden students, everyone called them. But no one truly knew them.
No one saw the way she braided his hair when she was anxious about an exam, or how he kissed both her cheeks every morning at breakfast. They didn’t know about the silly good-luck handshake they had before every match, or the way they spoke for hours about their fears of failure, their doubts, their dreams — and how, with each other, none of it felt too heavy to carry. They weren’t just a couple, they were best friends, and they weren’t perfect. But they were safe, and in a world that demanded so much of them both, that was more than enough. For a time, it felt like it would last forever. They were always together. Truly in love.
Until they couldn’t be anymore.
Her family didn’t see love — they saw distraction. She still remembers that letter, and the threats written in it. They made it clear: people with her surname were expected to aim higher, to protect the family name, to never let some teenage boy soften her ambition. They called it a phase and a brief, foolish distraction. They gave her a choice, but it never felt like a choice. Not with the promises they made… not with the consequences they vowed would follow if she disobeyed, and she, ever the people-pleaser, did as they asked. She broke up with him.
It wasn’t quiet, and it wasn’t clean. Her, sobbing in the owlery at midnight, unable to form a sentence. Cedric, heartbroken, begging her to explain. She was too shattered to hold her composure, especially not when she saw the agony in the boy she loved. And when that single tear slipped down his cheek, the only thing that left her lips was, “I’m sorry.” Then she ran, because she knew she wouldn’t survive it if she saw him cry because of her.
It didn’t go unnoticed either. The next day, she didn’t sit beside him at the Hufflepuff table, her eyes were puffy, and Cedric didn’t speak with anyone for nearly two weeks. The rumours flew, ridiculous as always: cheating, competition, and even falling out of love. All of them wrong.
That was nearly a year ago.
She spent the months since pretending it didn’t matter. Her marks stayed exceptional, her Quidditch team soared, and her family couldn’t have been prouder. But nothing filled the void.
She avoided Cedric at all costs. Dodged him in corridors, woke early to skip him at breakfast, sat at the opposite end of every shared class. She was trying so hard to convince herself that it was for the best.
But the feelings didn’t fade. They simply buried themselves deep, and recently, they’ve been clawing their way back up, thanks to the castle’s favourite subject of gossip.
“Did you see him? With Cho Chang. Heard someone say she watched him practise yesterday… and they went to Hogsmeade after. You don’t think—?”
She tries to brush it off, because they’re not together and they haven’t been for nearly a year. He’s allowed to move on, but it still hurts every time she hears his name, because no one has ever made her feel something that real. She swore she’d never speak to him again — for both their sakes, and she kept her word.
Until the Goblet of Fire changed everything.
His name is called, he’s been chosen as Hogwarts Champion for the Triwizard Tournament, and her world becomes blurry. It echoed in her ears, followed by the cheers, the applause, and she blinks, trying to understand what’s about to happen. Everyone stood up around her, jubilant. She stayed seated, feeling her heart beat as fast as if it’s going to pop out of her chest. He walked forward, proud, smiling, and then, for the briefest of moments, his eyes met hers. She doesn’t know what he saw in her expression, because she doesn’t even know what she was feeling — but her hands trembled and her chest ached, so she just looked away.
The next morning, she went to the owlery, ready to send yet another glowing academic update to her family, but just as she stepped inside, something knocked into her, and she slipped. She landed hard on the stone floor. Looked up — and there he was, just like the very first time.
“Are you alright?”
His face was flooded with concern, like that day in the rain, on the Quidditch pitch. She nodded, but her throat closed up, then he offered his hand, so she took it, and when she stood, she made sure to avoid his gaze.
“I’m sorry,” he said. “Didn’t see you coming.”
“No worries,” she murmured.
The silence that followed was far from comfortable. She felt his eyes on her, pleading silently for her to meet them. The tension increases, and she doesn’t know how to act, suddenly she even forgets how to use her hands, and the letter she was holding slipped to the floor. She hurries to grab it, but he does the same, so their heads collided with a painful thunk.
“Sorry!”
“Sorry!”
They both laughed. For the first time in months, she saw his smile, and it was for her. She felt like her heart could explode right there.
“Congratulations,” she said. “For being chosen.”
“Thanks. Didn’t think it’d be me.”
Another silence threatened to form, but she broke it with a question she was eager to ask.
“Are you scared?” His eyes told her everything, but still, he answered.
“Yes.” Then, after a moment… “Are you?”
The question caught her off-guard. She couldn’t answer, it felt like her voice was stuck in her throat. So she lets her eyes speak for her.
“I’ll be alright,” he said gently, trying to reassure her.
“I don’t know. No one really knows what these tasks will be, I’ve been reading about the Tournament and there’ve been deaths, Cedric. Once, the task involved a basilisk. Do you even know what you’ve gotten yourself into?”
“Not really,” he admitted. “Didn’t think I’d actually be chosen. But you’ve done your research — why?”
Because the moment she heard he’d put his name in the Goblet, her heart dropped, and even if she prayed he wouldn’t be chosen, her mind prepared itself for the worst. She had to.
“Curiosity.”
“You do know you were always a terrible liar, do you?”
Ever since that encounter in the owlery, she hadn’t been able to stop thinking about him. His eyes, his smile, the way he admitted with complete honesty that he was afraid. It had felt like maybe, just maybe, not everything between them had been completely shattered.
A couple days later, she decided she would just carry on, with no distractions. It was for the best, but when she entered entered into the library and saw him sitting alone at a table, reading a massive tome on magical creatures, she couldn’t help but approach.
“That book’s outdated… look at the year,” she whispered. “They reclassified some of the creatures a few years ago. I’ve seen a more complete version somewhere in here. Green cover, gold edges, and a wampus on the front”.
“Thanks,” he said glancing up at her, a flicker of surprise on his face. “Would you help me find it?”
She knew she shouldn’t, because if anyone saw them together, the rumours would surely start to fly around. But it was late, the library was nearly empty, and they could always find a table hidden in some forgotten corner. So she nodded, and together they walked in search of the book.
They spent the evening writing down potential beasts Cedric might have to face as part of the Tournament. The library was already empty, and the silence between them would only break whenever they came across a promising creature, however, the tension between them was ever present. And that’s how it all began.
It became a quiet habit; studying together for hours, long after everyone else had gone back to their dormitories, surrounded by books and floating lanterns, Cedric’s scent lingering in her senses despite the respectable distance between them. She was only helping him prepare, or at least she wanted to convince herself that it was only that, because every time she caught him watching her, a knot formed in her throat, or when their knees brushed under the table, it felt like a jolt of electricity ran through her entire body.
Being near him made her feel calm, but also on edge. She longed to touch him again — to hold his hand, run her fingers through that soft chestnut hair, or feel the warmth of one of his hugs. Now, more than ever, it was impossible to keep those feelings buried, and the curiosity of not knowing if he was feeling the same way was just killing her slowly.
“Why are you really helping me?” He asked one evening, out of nowhere. She avoided his gaze, and closed the book in front of her. “You don’t owe me anything, and it’s not like your family would approve.”
She looked at him, and for a moment, she lost herself in the candlelight reflecting in his eyes and the perfect curve of his jaw.
“They won’t find out, and if they do, I’ll say I was just studying.”
“Well, technically you are. But that’s not answering my question.”
She sighed, and then let the truth slip from her lips.
“I never stopped caring, Ced. I want you to survive this.”
Their eyes didn’t part for a single second after that, and the smile he gave her in response made her heart feel warm. He dropped the quill in his hand, then slowly reached out, lacing his fingers with hers, gently and carefully, as though the touch itself might burn them both. She held his hand tightly, and wished she’d never have to let him go again.
The first task was only a week away, and their study sessions had become more intense than ever, but between books and scrolls, they began to give in to the pull between them more and more. They sat closer each time, held hands beneath the table, and Cedric made sure to kiss her cheek every time they said goodbye. Sometimes, when she managed to make him laugh loud enough for the librarian to hush them, the sound of his laughter stayed with her for the rest of the week. And sometimes, when she rested her head on Cedric’s shoulder, he made sure not to move an inch so she could stay there for as long as possible—just long enough for him to memorise the feel of her hair brushing against his cheek.
Despite that, they didn’t speak during the day. She had to be cautious, had to keep it secret, otherwise, her family would find out, and once again everything would come crumbling down. Cedric understood, so when she saw him in the corridors, he merely offered her a soft smile, though deep down she longed to run to him, to hold him, maybe even kiss him.
That evening, Cedric had asked her to meet him later than usual in the Restricted Section of the library. Apparently, Professor Sprout had secured them special permission to access books with more detailed information. When she arrived, Cedric was leaning against a wall, reading a thick volume on dragons.
“Hi.”
“Hey.” When he looked up, she noticed something had shifted in him. “Come on, let’s go in.”
He opened the door to the Restricted Section, let her in first, and closed it behind them. He muttered a simple “Follow me,” and strode quickly towards a specific set of shelves.
“Ced…” she called out, slightly uneasy. He seemed rushed.
“Dragons,” he whispered. “The first task is dragons.”
Her heart dropped. Her lips parted, and her expression turned visibly shaken.
“What…?”
“Harry told me. Apparently he saw them. But I’m not sure if we’re supposed to run from them, trick them, or…”
“They can’t expect you to fight a bloody dragon. That’d be mad if that’s what they’re asking.”
“If that’s what they want, I need to be ready. Ready for anything, to distract, confuse, defeat… I don’t know what I’ll do. I’ve never even seen a dragon in real life, and I’ve spent the whole day reading stupid dragon books, trying to stay calm, but I can’t—I can’t deal with a bloody dragon. This was a foolish decision, I don’t know what I’m doing, I don’t…”
He was rifling through all the books in the section when she noticed his breathing start to sound ragged. The words stopped leaving his lips, and his body began to tremble, so she quickly grabbed him by the shoulders and turned him to face her, just so their eyes could meet.
“Ced, breathe. Just breathe. I’m here. You’re okay, and you will be okay,” she said, cupping his face gently. “Look at me—everything’s going to be fine, alright?”
Cedric blinked rapidly, trying to regain control. He sank to the floor, and she followed without hesitation. Sitting face to face, she took his hands in hers and didn’t let go. His skin was ice cold.
“I’ll help you survive this, we’ll find the perfect way for you to face the task,” she whispered, watching him carefully as he worked to calm his breath again. “I’m not going to lose you. Not again.”
At that moment, Cedric looked up, and the moment their eyes met, she felt her heart pound violently in her chest. His gaze drifted from her eyes to her lips, and slowly, he let go of one of her hands and placed it delicately on her cheek, drawing closer to her face. She, too, leaned in, struggling to contain the fire that had ignited inside her. Now her breathing was as uneven as his had been only seconds before.
Their foreheads brushed, and Cedric tucked a loose strand of her hair behind her ear, as if trying to see her better, to memorise every part of this moment. Their noses touched, and their lips were so close they could feel the warmth of the other’s breath, but neither dared close the distance. She didn’t, because she knew if she kissed him, she wouldn’t be able to stop. He didn’t, because he wasn’t sure if it was truly what she wanted.
Cedric closed his eyes, and just as he was about to erase the space between them, she pulled away. Only slightly. Just enough to stop the kiss.
“I can’t, Ced…”
“I know,” he answered, quietly, resigned, exhausted, his desire contained and unspoken.
He let go of her face, but wrapped his arms around her shoulders and pulled her into him, in an embrace that said all the words they wouldn’t speak.
“Thank you for helping me. Even with everything… thank you for not letting me go through this alone.”
She smiled and hugged him tightly in return.
“It would’ve broken my heart to know you were going through this on your own.”
Cedric said nothing. He simply held her in his arms, wishing this moment could last forever. And when he finally let go, she felt the cold return instantly—like being caught under winter snow with no cloak to protect her.
“We should keep searching,” she said softly.
“Yes. Right…”
They continued searching for information about dragons, but after that closeness… neither of them could truly concentrate.
There was less than a day left before the First Task, and she knew Cedric couldn’t be more ready for it. When night fell, she felt strange realising that Cedric no longer waited for her in the library, and that they probably wouldn’t speak again until they found out what the Second Task was about. She planned to go to bed early, but during dinner she overheard murmurs from people saying no one could find Cedric to wish him luck. Not even Cho Chang had been able to see him. So she immediately knew where he was.
The night was clear, which was rare for late November, and though it was cold, the wind blew very softly. She gripped her broom tightly, and when she stepped into the Quidditch pitch, she saw him in the distance, flying higher than usual. She mounted her broom and flew until she found him face to face.
“You’re not trying to get yourself killed before the task, are you?” she said, hoping to make him laugh. He looked at her and gave her a soft smile, then continued to look up at the sky, as if he might find answers there. “You shouldn’t be out here alone, everyone’s looking for you to wish you luck.”
“I wanted to clear my head, get away from everything.”
“Well, I suppose I’ll go then,” she said still playfully, and he responded with a soft laugh.
“Away from everything, except you… because I knew you’d find me,” he said, looking straight into her eyes. “I still remember the first time we met, right here.”
“I remember the pain… and the mud,” they both laughed, nostalgic.
“We should go down,” he said.
She followed him to one of the stands. Once there, they left their brooms aside and sat facing each other, their knees brushing.
“You know, I don’t think I’ve ever felt more like myself than when I was with you.”
“You’re with me now,” she replied, trying to keep the playful tone.
“You know what I mean.” When Cedric looked at her with a serious expression, she knew it was time to stop joking. “I felt like I could do anything if you were by my side. I’ve missed this, all this time. Not just your help — you.”
She wasn’t prepared to hear that. Her heart stopped for a second, and she could feel all those repressed feelings taking over.
“I thought you’d moved on. Everyone says you and Cho…”
“No one really knows what’s going on. She’s kind and sweet to me, and I like her, just not in that specific way, simply because she’s not…”
His eyes met hers. That left her with an expression of confusion, though she knew exactly what he meant to say. Cho wasn’t her.
“Are you scared?” she asked. It was the only thing she managed to say.
“Yes, but not because of the task. I’m scared I won’t see you again.”
She felt something crack in her chest.
“Shut up, Cedric, don’t say that,” she whispered in pain. “Don’t be stupid, don’t say that, please… I already told you I’m not losing you again.”
Without even realising, she leaned towards him and held him by the shoulders. It was an impulse; the tears clouded not only her sight but her mind too. Feeling her so close, Cedric held her by the waist, pulling her gently towards him unconsciously.
“If I don’t make it through the task…”
“Shut up. You will make it. You’re Cedric freaking Diggory, the Goblet chose you for a reason. I know you’ll get through this alive, and you better, because I believe in you.”
“And that’s all I need,” he whispered, and his voice sounded like it was hanging by a thread.
She didn’t answer, just looked at him, a few silent tears rolling down her cheeks — tears Cedric made sure to wipe away. And with that, everything inside her changed completely. After months of wanting to hold him, wanting to touch him, wanting to feel like she was his again even just for a moment… she had the chance for all of it and more. They were getting closer and closer, and the freezing night began to feel warmer. When they were only inches apart, she could swear Cedric could hear her heart beating. He didn’t let go of her waist for a second, and after sharing a look heavy with emotion, she held Cedric by the neck, beginning to close the gap between them.
When their noses brushed, she made sure to be fully present in that moment she’d dreamed about so often. He leaned in, and their lips touched with hesitation, as if still asking for permission — but she made sure he knew he didn’t need it.
It was a soft kiss at first, sweet, as if they were trying to remember how to kiss each other. And once they found the rhythm, something exploded between them; months of silence, pent-up desire, pain, and repressed love. It all surfaced like a crashing wave. The kiss grew deeper, more intense, even desperate, as if they were both afraid that separating would make it all disappear. But it wouldn’t. They were there, nearly burning with longing.
Cedric slid a hand under her jumper, pulling her closer to him with urgent need, and she just kept her hands to his neck, her fingers tangling in his hair. When Cedric finally moved both hands down her back, she had no choice but to sit on his lap, her legs astride him. She clung to his shirt, pulling him as close as possible, and she increased the kiss’s intensity when he rested his hands on her bum.
Their lips locked fiercely, their bodies drawn like magnets, and Cedric’s warmth clashed violently with the cold night air — yet she didn’t shiver, but only because he was there, because she was finally feeling him again. So hot, so desperate, just for her.
Cedric moaned softly against her lips when she rocked her hips hard against him, prompting her to bite his lip gently, telling him to stay quiet. She was losing control — the sweet, devoted girl vanished from her body, and in her place was someone full of desire and love for a boy. She began to leave kisses along his neck, and just when she was about to unbutton his trousers, a noise on the pitch stopped them.
Immediately, they ducked down, hiding behind the railing and trying to avoid being seen by whoever might be out there. But they saw nothing, so it remained a mystery — and a supremely annoying interruption. After catching their breath, they exchanged a look of disbelief, then smiled at the same time. She didn’t hesitate to throw herself at him in a hug. He held her by the waist, and they shared a laugh of pure happiness.
“I’ve been waiting for months…” she tried to say, but he interrupted her with a tender kiss.
“I know,” he replied, caressing her face gently and giving her a small smile. “I don’t want to lose this.”
They fell silent for a moment, wrapped in the soft breeze and the starlight. No one else in this school, or the entire world, knew what had just happened, and no one else ever would. This had been a moment for the two of them, and no one else.
“If you promise me you’ll survive the tournament, I promise you’ll never lose me again.”
“I promise I’ll make it out of this tournament alive,” he said, certain and sincere, looking at her in the eyes.
“Then I’ll make sure I never leave your side again.”
Even though it hadn’t been her name drawn from the Goblet, her stomach had been twisting with nerves since the moment she’d woken up. She had never felt fear like this before; her mind wouldn’t stop conjuring up the worst scenarios, and not even Cedric’s words could soothe her now.
Since the morning, she hadn’t been able to clear her thoughts. She knew Cedric was prepared, because they’d read every single book that might be useful, practised spell after spell, again and again. But that didn’t change the reality: in just a few minutes, Cedric would be standing in front of a real dragon, trying to steal a bloody golden egg, and there was absolutely nothing she could do but watch and try not to faint.
The stadium roared with cheers; everyone else seemed so excited they might burst. But not her, she was so worried she thought she might die.
She didn’t take her eyes off the entrance to the field. Any moment now, Cedric would appear, and when he finally did, the world slowed down. Her golden boy stepped into the arena with his head held high, gripping his wand tightly, ready to complete the task. Almost at the same time, the dragon was released — a Swedish Short-Snout. She recognised it by the silver-blue scales and the frantic, azure flames it spat into the air.
She gripped the railing tightly, praying Cedric would find a way to beat the creature quickly. As soon as the dragon spotted him, it rushed to attack him, without hesitation, and a scream tore from her throat before she even realised.
“Run, Ced! Come on, you can do this!”
Ten agonising minutes passed as Cedric tried to figure out a way to outsmart the beast. Ten minutes of ducking, dodging, hiding. Her heart was pounding, palms slick with sweat, her voice barely audible. Fear had taken hold of her body, and she was sure that if Cedric didn’t grab the stupid egg soon, she was going to break down and cry from sheer panic.
Then, he started to run — leaping over rocks, rolling away from jets of fire that nearly caught him. And when he reached a far corner of the field, he finally acted.
From there, he transfigured a massive rock into a dog on the opposite side of the arena. The dragon took the bait immediately, bolting after the illusion. Cedric seized the chance and dashed for the egg. When he finally had it in his hands, he held it up high and sprinted towards the exit, desperate to escape the nightmare.
But just as he was about to reach it, the dragon released a stream of blue fire in his direction. When the flames died down, the entire stadium saw it — the side of his face, glowing red-hot with a vicious burn.
In that moment, she wished she knew exactly how to heal that kind of injury, to erase every ounce of pain he might be feeling. And when she finally saw him make it out of the arena, the crowd exploded into cheers.
He’d done it. And she could finally breathe again.
The instant she saw him pass through the gates, she ran straight for the medical tent, desperate to see with her own eyes — to feel with her own hands — that he was still alive. But just as she was about to enter, she saw Cho Chang slip inside first. Of course. She’d forgotten.
Something inside her twisted, but there was nothing she could do about it. So she simply turned around and made her way back to the stands to watch the other champions.
She barely registered the rest of the task. All she could think about was hugging Cedric, congratulating him… maybe even kissing him out of sheer joy.
Once Harry Potter had secured his golden egg, the stands began to empty. Down below, a crowd had gathered outside the tent to wait for the champions. She joined them, just to be there when Cedric came out.
And when he did, she started clapping, cheering his name.
“Cedric, show us the trophy!” Some shouted, but he didn’t seem to hear them. He stood there, completely still, scanning the crowd.
And when his eyes found hers, he didn’t hesitate. He moved toward her with a huge smile on his face. Her heart started to race, and she thought she might burst when Cedric ignored everyone else, just to get to her.
Where’s the trophy? She hadn’t the faintest idea, because what mattered in that moment was that he just came running to her.
When he reached her, Cedric bent down, wrapped his arms around her waist, and lifted her off the ground. She didn’t even have time to react, because all he wanted to do was kiss her, right there, in front of everyone.
And he did.
He kissed her, sweetly and tenderly, a grin tugging at his lips between each brush of their mouths. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders, pulling him even closer. Cedric rested his forehead against hers, still smiling. His lips were hot, his skin marked by the dragon’s fire, and his eyes… his is eyes shone like she was the only thing he’d won that day.
And there they stood, in the middle of roaring cheers and celebration, with half of Hogwarts watching — but everything else melted away.
It was just them, holding each other in the middle of the chaos, like the world had stopped… just, and only for them.
Is what you kept telling yourself in your head, As you stare at the lifeless body of your boyfriend infront of you.
This was never supposed to happen. He was your boy, your everything.
you had planned your whole life after hogwarts together, the talk of rings, and cradles always brought up in the sweetest moments. There was never a dull moment between you.
now hes gone.
you told him putting his name in the goblet is something he couldnt undo, that if his name is pulled he cant go back, that people have died in this tournament, He knew the risks.
And when his name was called that dark, cold night, you knew your whole life had changed.
you diddnt know this would happen, you diddnt know he would die, you just overthought the worst possible outcomes, not expecting them to become true.
now, as you stare into the eyes that you love so deeply, the eyes that used to be filled with so much life, so much love. you realise how much you had just lost.
The cries of his father begging for his boy to come back blur, along with your vision. You try to block out any commentary, you try to push away anyone trying to lead you away from the scene. you just wanted one more moment with your boy.
that was 6 months ago. you diddnt expect grief to take over you this bad. you diddnt expect it to be this hard, to feel so alone.
but no matter how alone you felt, he was right there with you, cedric of course, but someone else too.
Harry witnessed it. He saw voldemort kill him.
But through his own grief, and trauma,he tries his best to be there for you. Even if its simply sitting with you in the great hall, or partnering up with you every chance he gets.
Harry is there, making sure to always make you smile, even if he had to break his back to get the tiniest sliver of one from you.
Harry takes things slow, he doesnt want to rush into something you arent ready for. If the elevator rises too fast, it wont last.
thats why, when umbridge takes over hogwarts, he makes sure to be there for you even more, he makes sure to defend you whenever umbridge told you how your boyfriend died was a lie.
harry made sure to be there, to be there bandaging your hand after you served a detention with the short woman.
he made sure to invite you to join dumbledores army, he said its what cedric wouldve wanted.
and one night when you saw him hanging a photo of cedric on the mirror in the room of requirement, you realised something. he did care.
one particular evening, after everyone had cleared out of the room, you stayed behind.
you stood, looking up at the photo hung. wiping a few stray tears that trickled down your face.
you feel the presence of someone standing next to you, but dont look.
you both stand there in silence for a few moments,
“He’s proud of you”
Harrys voice breaks through the silence.
“For fighting back, For protecting yourself.”
You remain in a comfortable silence, as a few more moments pass by.
“You know, i saw him, afterwards. He was wirh my parents, but as a ghost almost.”
You finally look over, to find Harry already looking at you.
The look on his face not stern, but calm. Comforting, like hes trying to read into you.
Harry looks down.
“He told me to promise to take care of you. To keep you safe”
You smile and look back at the portrait, Another tear breaks out from your eyelid.
“He was always the most caring person i knew”
Harry nods.
“He protected me, until his last breath. He wouldve done the same for you.”
You look back at hary, noticing tears welling in his eyes, as well.
“He spoke well of you, Harry. He diddnt think it was fair that you got chosen against your will, He told me he wanted to protect you in the tournament.”
“And that he did.”
Harry moves closer to you
“Thank you for being there, Harry.”
“Always.”
His words make you smile
“I know cedric would want me to move past this, to feel something again.”
Harry looks at you, An understanding look in his face
“I want to, i just dont know if im ready to.”
“Nobody is forcing you, it will take time. Whenever you are ready.”
Harry reaches for your hand, you accept it.
and for the first time in 6 months you feel something.
A spark.
A circus of butterflies in your stomach.
Oh, You think. Im falling in love.
Harry massages light circles into the back of your hand,
Oh no, Im falling in love.
“Harry?”
He looks
“Yeah?”
You squeeze his hand
“When im ready to feel something again, Could it be with you?”
Oh, Im falling in love.
Harry smiles,
“Whenever you are ready, Im not going anywhere.”
You smile, giving him a light hug. taking one glanse at cedrics photo, before you both leave the room of requirement, hand in hand.
I thought the plane was going down, Howd you turn it right around?
can i have some lucky guy relationship hcs? the lucky guy girlies starve in this fandom
This ask has left me stumped for days, I have agonized over it with such pain and sorrow for you, debated with friends and strangers alike on what exactly I'm supposed to answer... And my conclusion? You're insane. More insane than Yoshi. This man has less than nothing in terms of lore, personality, any quirky traits, anything. You're crazy, like actually, I'm sending you to White Street Sand Aslyum for fifteen quick matches against a Fool's Gold with full presence AND abnormal.
Is what I would say, if I didn't come up with my own stuff for him just for you. I hope you believe in the theory of him being a time traveler, because that's what I'm going with, and it's what you're getting. I even played through his deductions for this, anon, he doesn't even have a real name. Pain. 🥲
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Lucky Guy Relationship HCs
Let's be clear, he's an enigma to most, even you. Not because he doesn't tell you anything, but because it's pretty hard to believe him when he says he's from nearly a hundred years in the future and that he misses playing 'Halo' on his 'Xbox'. Of course, you support his ramblings regardless, even though you probably think he's a little insane, but given how nervous he was (and is) of most people, you did your best to be kind and things naturally went from there.
You have to be the one to show him how things work in your time, proper manners and dressing and such, even so he is very hesitant to leave behind the modern outfit he showed up in- not cause he doesn't like the clothing you pick out for him- it's great! He just doesn't want to lose his only connection to his time, even if he has no idea if he will ever get to go back. Despite everything, he does love you after all, so it's not like he wants to, but he also isn't sure what choice he'd make if he was given a chance either...
Regardless of that possibility, he does want to make the most of his time at your side (however short or long that may be) and willingly indulges you in anything you want to participate in, be that matches, dates, events, or just sleeping in. Very supportive of all your endeavors no matter what they may be- unless he gets too anxious and has to retreat to privacy before getting overwhelmed. In that scenario, he will politely grab your arm and tug you away until you follow him, cleaning his glasses every few seconds while his heart rate calms down. (Embrace him and he will melt into your arms, trust.)
All in all, a very easygoing partner compared to like, most IDV men. He likes to show off his luck to you by finding lost things, preventing dishes from being dropped, silly things like that... If you're in a match with him, he always gets quite proud of himself after if he saved you or provided support for your escape... Only time he will ever be even slightly cocky, so praise him for it and he'll then be an embarrassed blushing mess in 0.2 seconds.
As long as you can deal with him being nostalgic for things that would be invented for a century, and give him comfort when his worrisome nature gets the better of him, I think everything will be alright. Even better, try to recreate something from the future given your supplies at the manor in order to remind him of his old life and he'll break down sobbing in appreciation... "I don't know what a 'Minecraft' is, but I had a craftsman make a playing board of a mining game I invented just for you!" "Oh my god, wow, it's... It's really Minecraft... waughhhhhhhhhh—!" (He really loves the game, even though it's basically just Break the Ice with wooden cubes painted to look like various Minecraft cubes... That he helped you paint.)
HEY GUYS!!! just wondering if anyone on here got accepted into csssa 2025 for theater?? (or also just generally, but specifically for theater, cause that’s what i got accepted for lol)
id love to make some friends before i actually get there so u should like totally reach out!!! im very very excited i was not at all confident id get in especially with how competitive it is and yet here we are😛
Apologies for my absence… I moved to (Northern) Nevada and been busy. Anyway, this comic is based on some of my observations of drivers around here. People actually seem REALLY good at following the speed limit and are actually pretty polite. My California born-n-raised partner was joking that the only reason why anyone would do that in California was if they had dr ug s in the car and/or were really trying to avoid the cops. Thus, this comic was born.
haven’t been in the wttt fandom since like 2021 but i am very glad to hear that it is still thriving.. makes me remember the days when there wasn’t a fandom at all…
Ok so I also just really LOVE drawing dancing, although its so hard, its almost always worth the effort! So some desertduo dancing, and a few of my other favorite team-ups 💕
Headcanons ->
Scar is the first person to trip into a hole or fly face-first into a wall, but is an inexplicably natural dancer. He picks up any style effortlessly! This annoys Grian very much, who, though he can be 'graceful' in the air, is very clumsy on his feet.
Pearl and Gem's waltz is more of a duel of spinning. Who can get the other person dizzy enough to fall? This devolves into a tornado of cackling, lifting, tossing, whirling until either they both collapse or a sword fight breaks out 😂 It's fine, a sword fight has to break out at a party for either to consider it a success.
Cleo and Etho dance like they have no plan whatsoever. They are dancing with different styles to different tunes in their heads but somehow it just works? Toes are getting stepped on and elbows are getting bruised but they don't seem to notice or mind. This dance has worked for them for years, no reason to change it up now!
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