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When you had woken up this morning, you had felt sore everywhere. It was the kind of feeling of having pushed yourself too hard while doing a physical activity the day before and all your muscles hurt the next day kind of feeling.
Which you had done nothing of that sort yesterday - having spent the day studying at the library.
So this could only mean one thing.
Letting out a groan, you rolled over in bed, trying to find a comfortable position. Looks like this weekend was going to just be trying to recover from the pain that wasn’t yours.
Summary: Aside from thinking up clever retorts to practically everything, you had always been quite fond of midnight feasts. Aside from being reduced to a blushing mess at said clever retorts, Cedric had always been quite fond of you.
Pairing: Cedric Diggory x fem!ravenclaw!reader
Word Count: ~4.1K
A/N: i'm so down bad for this man. possibly one of my most simple yet the most fun to write fics ever. i loved writing for cedric so expect a lottt more of that in the future!!! enjoy!
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Cedric knew it was too good to be true when his midnight patrols were going a little too well.
It was eerily quiet in the castle, with Cedric producing the only sounds heard in the night. He hadn’t caught any students out of their dormitories tonight. A truly novel feat.
It wasn’t unusual for him to reprimand one or two lost first years nightly. Although, how they managed to be lost for two hours past curfew, he had no idea.
Partly surprised and partly pleased, he had made it all the way around the castle, on his way to the dungeons to finally call it a night. The soft rustling of his cloak against the stone floor soon came to a halt, however, when he heard a faint thud in the distance.
He exhaled deeply out of his nose before turning back the way he came to find the culprit. It really did seem too good to be true – and he was absolutely right. He would be catching a student tonight, after all.
He retraced his steps until he wasn’t even sure if he had actually heard anything or simply imagined the sound due to his recent lack of sleep. It certainly wouldn’t surprise him if it were the latter. He had a lot on his mind lately and while these midnight strolls usually seemed to clear his mind, they weren’t proving particularly helpful tonight.
Rubbing his sleepy eyes once, he decided that it really was too late tonight to chase a potentially imaginary student around the castle. He rounded a corner that he was pretty sure would lead him to the dungeons as you collided into his chest with a thud, dropping the contents of your hands.
“Shit!” you exclaimed as you bent down at once to recollect them all. The house elves were not going to be pleased to see you back at the kitchen doors for a second time tonight.
Finally overcoming his shock at encountering a strange girl with handfuls of biscuits, crisps and the occasional pastries, Cedric found his voice again. “Hey! It’s two hours past curfew. You’re not supposed to be here.”
“Pfft,” you excused his scolding without glancing up. “What are you going to do? Take five points from Ravenclaw? Go ahead. We’re too far ahead of every other house this year anyway.”
Cedric furrowed his brows as he blinked, taken aback and at a severe loss for words. Realization flooded his brain at once at your snarky remark and he exhaled again. Of course he had to run into you tonight, of all people.
You had earned quite a reputation in your year for your sharp tongue and even quicker wit. He couldn’t remember a single class in the past seven years of his Hogwarts career in which you hadn’t raised your hand politely to interrupt and correct whatever professor was giving the lecture. You had even done it to Snape a few times and Cedric had only been able to blink in stunned silence every time.
Though Cedric would never admit it, it was getting increasingly difficult to conceal the little crush he had developed on the pretty Ravenclaw girl that always had a clever quip on the tip of her tongue.
That very fact was evidenced by his odd behaviour tonight: he couldn’t help but remain standing awkwardly as he watched you gather your things on the cold stone floor, your hair illuminated by the moonlight pouring in through the castle windows and your robes impossibly ruffled after the collision.
As you finally turned your gaze upwards, standing back up and brushing your robe off, you raised your eyebrows in surprise. “Diggory?” You questioned in confusion.
“Er,” he began, trying his best to regain his composure. “Yes.” Cedric found himself thanking Merlin that you two were alone right now. His friends would never let him live this down if they were to see this. “What are you doing here, [Y/L/N]?”
“Couldn’t sleep,” you replied simply as your eyes roamed Cedric’s face. You had never seen him up close before, though all the girls in your year had made it a personal mission to do so at least once in their academic life. He was already impossibly dashing from afar but this was a different thing altogether. It was like he glowed.
“So you raided the kitchen?” he questioned as his lips tugged upwards slightly. He tried to ignore how his eyes seemed to catch on how you licked your lips as you thought of an answer or how your nose twitched at his attempt at humour.
“I couldn’t sleep and I was really hungry,” you amended with a quick roll of your eyes, which only made Cedric smile wider. He soon reigned it back, though. He really hoped you couldn’t see how hard he was trying to feign nonchalance. “I was just about to head back actually.” You clarified.
As you started to take a few steps forward, with your pile of snacks balanced haphazardly in your arms, a packet of crisps tumbled to the floor yet again, followed by multiple packets of cookies. You cast Cedric a sheepish look. Cedric cast you a thoroughly amused one.
With a fond smile still playing on his lips, he picked your snacks up from the floor, placing them back in your arms. It wasn’t long before they tumbled back to the floor. Cedric watched this with amusement, paying close attention at the huff you let out and the slight pout of your lips and the soft furrow in your brows and–
“Diggory?” You called expectantly.
He blinked a few times as you addressed him, his love-struck smile dropping altogether. He wondered if he was supposed to know what to do at this moment. He opened his mouth to say something before closing it again.
You exhaled heavily. “Can you please walk me back? I can’t carry all this back myself and my wand is buried in my robe pockets.” You gestured to the fallen snacks on the floor. “Please?”
Cedric’s heart leaped at your request just as quickly as he bent down to pick your snacks up, giving you a small nod. “Yeah,” he finally let out. “Of course.”
He matched your pace as you two walked through the castle together, towards the Ravenclaw tower. It was, once again, eerily silent in the castle. Although, if someone were to ask Cedric, he’d complain of all the commotion his heart was making. He risked a few glances at you to make sure you couldn’t hear how loud it was beating.
“So,” he began, eager to fill the awkward silence but even more eager to be able to turn to look at you properly without it being weird. “Do you raid the kitchen often?”
“It isn’t raiding, per se,” you retort. “It’s requesting nicely and hoping the elves don’t say no.”
Cedric let out a small, breathy laugh. “Alright. Do you do that often?”
“Mainly when I can’t sleep,” you admit honestly, turning to look at him. “I’ve always found it easier to sleep after eating something.”
Cedric hummed in response. Merlin knew he needed all the tips he could get to help him sleep. With the first task of the Triwizard Tournament fast-approaching, he hadn’t been able to sleep a wink most nights. “I’ll have to give that a try then,” he mumbled under his breath.
A pause.
“Is it because of the Tournament?”
Cedric turned his head, then, to look at you at once. It was like you had read his mind. But then again, he found himself thinking, he was the Hogwarts champion. He reckoned most students knew who he was and what he had signed up for. Still though, if you were to look closely, you would’ve seen the faintest shade of pink coat the tips of his ears.
He hesitated before sighing. “Yeah,” he admitted. “I guess it is.”
“Still have no idea about the first task?” you asked sympathetically, holding his eyes the entire time. He found it particularly difficult to keep gazing into your eyes, though, so he cleared his throat as he looked down for a moment.
“No,” he replied. “I’ve got no clue.”
You nudged his shoulder lightly and Cedric was sure his brain had short-circuited at the contact. “You’ll be fine, I’m sure. I believe in you,” you shot him a quick smile and Cedric immediately felt his cheeks redden. He tried his best to hold your gaze as he smiled back but eventually resorted to studying the ground with a bashful smile on his face.
Upon your arrival to the spiral staircase that led to your common room, Cedric placed your snacks back in your arms and turned to bid you goodnight before you stopped him.
“You really should try it, you know,” you said before he could turn away to walk to the dungeons. “My sleeping method, I mean,” you handed him a packet of your favourite biscuits. “Here. They’re a personal favourite. Satisfaction guaranteed.” You winked as you turned to walk up the stairs.
With his cheeks aflame and his mouth gaping open, he knew he had to say something back. With all that he had in him at that moment, he tried his best to return to his normal, confident self instead of the flustered mess you always reduce him to.
“I’m holding you to that, then,” he called as he watched you ascend the stairs with slow steps. “Fifteen points from Ravenclaw if it doesn’t work.”
“That’s not going to hurt Ravenclaw’s chances at winning the house cup either, Diggory,” you laughed as you looked down at him. “And what if it does work?”
“Then the elves will have to make room for yet another student showing up at their door to ‘request nicely, hoping they don’t say no’ to stealing snacks from them every night.”
“I’ll let the elves know to make the arrangements, then,” you called as you slipped through the door finally, leaving a star-struck Cedric standing below. He turned the biscuit packet over in his hands before shaking his head fondly. He opened the packet at once, desperate to try the biscuits you were so fond of.
That night, when Cedric returned to his dormitory, stuffed full of the biscuits you’d gifted him, he slept soundly for the first time in two weeks.
It wasn’t a dreamless sleep, either. He dreamt of you all through the night.
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It had been a week since he had learned what lay in store for him for the first task of the tournament. It had also been a week since he was last able to get a good night’s sleep – no matter how many chocolates he popped in his mouth.
Needless to say, over the past week, he also grew desperate to run into you again. Even more so than normal, which, admittedly, was already a hazardous amount.
He had tried paying the kitchen a visit every night since he first encountered you returning from it, but he never seemed to find you at the right time. There was a particular night on which he was so desperate that he actually resorted to asking an elf if you had visited that night. He’d worn a sheepish smile as the elf had only looked at him hesitantly before bidding him goodnight.
What Cedric had not been aware of, however, was that you had asked the same elf the exact same thing that same night. The elf was thoroughly confused, to say the least.
He was trying again tonight. He really needed to see you again tonight. You were the only person that could ease his nerves about the task tomorrow, while simultaneously making him flush with every little thing you said. It was like a drug.
He had arrived at the kitchen doors, raising his hand to knock before the door opened itself. He breathed a sigh of relief at the sight of you, once again laden with snacks that he was sure you already had a pile of under your bed.
“Diggory!” You exclaimed as your eyes lit up and Cedric tried to dismiss how his heart seemed to have skipped a beat. “Are you here to take fifteen points away from Ravenclaw?”
He chuckled at your question. “No,” he shook his head with a nervous smile. “Quite the contrary, actually. I’m ‘requesting nicely and hoping you don’t say no’ to me stealing those biscuits from you again.”
“Ah,” you nodded with amusement, handing him another packet of your favourites. “Satisfied customer, then?”
“Very,” he agreed, taking them. “Thank you.”
He took a deep breath to calm his nerves as he followed close behind you. Neither of you had to say anything to know that Cedric walking you back was part of the routine by now.
“Are you ready for the task tomorrow?” you asked, slowing a little so he could walk beside you through the winding hallways of the castle. You turned to study his face – the kind eyes, the worry lines on his forehead from, no doubt, worrying about the task, the golden locks that fell perfectly on his head despite it being so late.
“I hope so,” he sighed as he turned to look at you and shoot you a quick smile. He found – with much delight – that your presence had grown more so comforting than it was nerve wracking – and that was never something he ever thought he would be able to say.
“You are,” you affirmed with a nod. He breathed a laugh at how certain you were of what you were saying only to hide how full his heart really felt at the affirmation. “Do you know what it is yet?”
“Dragons,” he said simply. You waited for him to follow it up with a laugh to indicate he was joking before widening your eyes. “I know.” He half-smiled at your reaction. It had shocked him too.
“Wow,” you said as thoughts raced in your head. “What are you planning on doing?”
Cedric shifted uncomfortably at your question. He always prided himself on being brave, on being intelligent. Yet, somehow when it came to you, both of those thoughts dissolved into nothing. He had no idea if you would find his idea as ingenious as his friends did.
“I’ve always been quite good at Transfiguration,” he began slowly. “I was thinking of using that to my advantage. Perhaps if I transfigured a rock into – I dunno – a dog, maybe, then I could distract the dragon.”
He waited with bated breaths for you to say something. Your eyebrows were furrowed in thought as you analyzed his idea. “That’s brilliant, Cedric.” You said finally, with a thoughtful smile. It was certainly an inventive idea.
He couldn’t help but grin at your compliment, and his grin only grew as he realized you had used his first name. He loved how it sounded when it came from your mouth. “I trust I'll find you in the stands tomorrow, then?”
“I wouldn’t miss it for the world,” you grinned. You both halted as you arrived once again at the foot of the spiral staircase. You held his eyes for a second before leaning up on your toes to leave a small peck on his cheek. “For good luck,” you added cheekily, turning at once to climb the stairs.
Cedric blinked a few times in shock before bringing his hand up to his cheek, feeling the residual warmth of the kiss you had planted just seconds ago. He felt himself blush intensely as he watched you slip through the door into your common room. Only after you had vanished completely out of sight did he allow himself to break into a shit-eating grin.
He slept soundly that night once more, dreaming only of you, even when the threat of dragons loomed over his head.
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Cedric knew he would be able to sleep just fine tonight if he went up to his dormitory. The roars of the party that was currently being held in the Hufflepuff common room wouldn’t even bother him. He had successfully completed the first task today, and he felt like he was on top of the world with his ornate golden egg.
Except, he could not stop thinking about you. He knew he needed to see you again.
He found himself smiling absentmindedly as he thought of you en route to the kitchen once again. He brought a hand to knock on the kitchen door excitedly, eager to see you again, to see what you had to say. He hadn't gotten a chance to talk to you at all today, despite spotting you in the stands immediately.
When an elf answered the door, he tried to dismiss how much his heart dropped. He was expecting to see you.
“Good evening,” he smiled politely to the elf. “I was wondering if you’ve seen [Y/N] tonight?”
“The Ravenclaw miss?” The elf frowned in confusion.
“Yes,” Cedric nodded with a fond smile playing on his lips. “Have you seen her tonight?”
The elf shook his head. “Not tonight, Mr. Diggory.”
He tried his best to mask his disappointment with a small smile. “I see. Thank you.”
He debated waiting outside the kitchen doors for you to turn up before deciding against it. That was probably a little creepy, right? Plus, seeing as the kitchens are right down the hallway from the Hufflepuff common room, he’d be running into too many of his friends in the meantime, anyway.
He knew that it had been a complete chance occurrence that night for him to run into you. It had allowed him to actually talk to you – beyond the curt words he’d exchanged with you in class. It allowed him to look at you as if he had all the time in the world – rather than stealing glances at you from the corner of his eye. It had allowed him to actually get to know you.
And, he found himself quickly realizing, chance events could only be relied on for gentle pushes in the right direction. In the end, he had to take his fate into his own hands. He had to grab his golden egg – he’d done it literally already. All he needed to do now was do it metaphorically.
He turned around and knocked for a second time on the kitchen door. When an elf answered the door – looking a little exasperated – Cedric wore his best apologetic smile.
“Can I get one of those biscuits, please? The ones the Ravenclaw miss likes?”
He set off at once towards your common room, with your favourite biscuits tucked in his arms.
He couldn’t wait for any more lucky run-ins with you anymore. He wanted to see you, and he was tired of waiting to run into you like he had on the previous two occasions.
“Padma!” He called as he spotted the fourth-year girl descending the spiral staircase.
“Yes?” She asked confusedly, unsure of what Cedric Diggory could possibly want from her at this hour.
“Is [Y/N] inside?” He asked. He knew how dishevelled he probably looked right now. After all, he had run from the other side of the school in the same uniform he had worn for the task this morning, with a bright blue packet of biscuits in hand. It wasn’t an ordinary sight.
Padma thought for a second, as if thinking back to remember every face she had seen on the way out of the common room. “I think so,” she concluded finally, remembering that she had seen you sprawled on a couch with a book in your lap.
“Can you get her for me, please?” He asked. Padma could sense the slight pleading tone in his voice as she gave him a quick nod and turned back to fetch you from inside the common room.
He looked around as she disappeared inside, trying to calm his beating heart for the second time that day. Somehow he’d successfully stolen the egg from right under the dragon’s nose – literally – today yet he found himself more nervous while waiting for you.
He knew the implications it carried, to ask for someone and wait outside their common room like this. You were bound to know now how he felt about you, how much he enjoyed being around you. He ran a hand through his hair quickly and tried to smooth out the honey-coloured top he was wearing before he heard you from the top of the stairs.
“Cedric!” you beamed as you spotted his familiar head of hair. You climbed down the stairs with a grin on your face and Cedric’s heart seemed to beat impossibly faster the longer he looked at you. He could never get enough of you saying his name like that. “I almost didn’t recognize you without that Swedish Short-Snout beside you.”
Cedric sent you a wry smile as you came to a stop in front of him. “I almost didn’t recognize you without all the food in your arms,” he retorted with newfound confidence.
“Is that why you have that?” you questioned with a raise of your eyebrows, gesturing towards the biscuits Cedric had long forgotten about.
“Oh,” he blinked. “Yes, um, they’re for you.” He held the packet out towards you with an attempted smile he really hoped was coming across as charming. It was hard to ignore the butterflies in your own stomach at the sight.
“Thanks,” your fingers brushed his and you almost chuckled at how quickly his cheeks flushed with an all-too-familiar red tinge. “Want me to walk you back?”
He raised a single eyebrow at your question before you added with a light nudge to his shoulder, “Evening strolls are customary at this point, right?”
He breathed a laugh at your remark – like he often found himself doing. He didn’t have it in him to protest. He wanted – no, needed – to spend every possible moment he could with you. The euphoria of this night was bound to wear off soon, he knew that. Tomorrow, he had to start worrying about the second task again. But walking with you, just as he had on that first night, always made his problems seem insignificant. And he needed that right now.
“So, what’s the deal with the golden egg?” you asked, reading his mind once again. He shook his head slightly in disbelief as a small smile crept to his face.
“No clue,” he answered honestly. “They make the most horrid shrieking sound whenever I try to open it. I’ve got no idea what it means.”
You hummed in response. “I could help you figure it out.”
Cedric sputtered, taken aback at your offer. Even his friends hadn’t offered to help him figure it out. “I would love that.” He told you gratefully, watching you closely for any signs of hesitation on your features. All he saw was genuinity.
“Tomorrow in the library, then? After supper?” You asked with a small smile. It was so endearing to watch his ears and cheeks redden.
“Yeah,” he breathed out quickly. “Tomorrow sounds great.” He couldn’t believe how he was still able to talk in coherent sentences.
“It’s a date, then,” you uttered with a sly smirk, holding his gaze.
He almost fell on his face, right then and there. Cedric thanked Merlin, then, for you two had finally reached the entrance to his common room, both of you coming to a halt. He wasn't sure if he would be able to walk after what you had just said. He blinked at you blankly before finding his voice. “Yes. Yes, it’s a date.”
You turned to leave with amused eyes at the boy’s reaction. Could he get any cuter?
Cedric had no idea what had possessed him. He hadn’t even had any firewhisky that night. But he found himself calling out to you anyway.
“Wait!” he called, making you turn around at once. Your curious eyes met his nervous ones and he walked closer to you. He had no idea what he was doing, but somehow the after-effects of all the adrenaline pumping through his body earlier today could still be felt twelve hours later. “I never got to thank you properly for your well wishes last night.”
“Oh?” you raised an eyebrow, your lips tugging upwards.
You tried to hide the absolute shock you felt when he leaned down to peck your cheek quickly. “As a thank you,” he clarified quickly. He watched carefully for your reaction, unsure if he should’ve done that or not.
It was safe to say you didn’t exactly mind.
Before he knew it, you were leaning up to press a chaste peck to his lips. He breathed in sharply as you pulled back to smirk at him. You had always been a competitive one.
“To congratulate you once again on your feat today,” you clarified wryly, watching him for any reaction so as to make sure you hadn’t overstepped.
It was safe to say you hadn’t.
Cedric didn’t take a moment to think before acting this time. He didn’t take a moment to gather his courage or analyze the best course of action. He acted on instinct, and instinct alone. And every instinct in his body was telling him to lean down again and crash his lips onto yours – properly this time.
So he did.
Cedric took his time kissing you with furrowed brows. The biscuits you so loved didn’t even come close to you. You tasted sweeter than any biscuit he’d ever had, any dessert that he’d ever tasted. He was sure that he could get addicted to the taste, to the feel. It wouldn’t really surprise him – he was already addicted to your presence.
You kissed him back with the same urgency, your hands wrapping around his neck to bring him even closer.
Pulling away slowly, he teased against your lips, “To thank you again for your heartiest congratulations.”
Your quip died on your tongue as cheers and whoops broke out in the background, forcing you two to break apart suddenly. You both turned to find Cedric’s friends watching this encounter with excited smiles and boyish eyes, standing in front of the entrance to the common room. Cedric’s mouth hung open a little as he wondered how he had missed them standing there. But then again, he had been a little preoccupied for the past minute or so.
“Atta boy, Diggory!” Trevor whooped, teasing him as you tried to smother a bashful smile of your own.
“Oh, sod off, Woods,” Cedric retorted with exasperation. “Go back inside, would you? I’m– I’m busy.”
“Oh,” Fairfield spoke up. “We can see just how busy you are, champ, not to worry.” Roars of laughter and whistles broke out again. “Come on, lads, we’ll bug him about it when he comes inside.”
“If he comes back inside at all tonight, that is!” More laughter.
Cedric cast a weak stinging hex at no one in particular as his friends all clambered back inside their common room. He turned to face you at once, possibly to apologize but you beat him to it.
“Here,” you told him with a knowing smirk, handing back the packet of biscuits. “I think you might be needing these more than I will tonight, champ.”
And, Merlin, you were right. He didn’t sleep a wink in his rowdy dormitory that night. Not that he minded though – thinking about all the real aspects of you that he had gotten to experience that night were even better than the dreams.
hey! can i please can a headcannon on cedric diggory dating a ravenclaw fem reader? 💘
ofc you can! thank you for requesting, let me know if you like them anon <3 this is longer than I thought it would be 😳
Cedric Diggory dating Ravenclaw! reader headcanons:
Cedric was friends with people from all houses but for some reason he’d never been that close to a Ravenclaw before, that is until you.
He met you in the library and his first thought about you was that you might be slightly crazy. That was because when he first saw you, you happened to be sniffing a book.
Fueled by boredom and curiosity he approached you coming up behind you and asking “what in merlin's name are you doing?”
You jumped about a foot in the air and he thought the way that your nose scrunched up in surprise was adorable.
You crossed your arms huffily at him, a pout on your lips as you glared at him for surprising you.
He held his hands up in a placating gesture before pointing again to the book and asking why you were smelling it.
You’d looked a little sheepish and Cedric was struck with the thought that all of your expressions were cute. “Old books have a certain smell,'' you'd said.
“You really are a ravenclaw” he’d replied and then to his immense surprise you’d leaned over and smacked him lightly on the shoulder with the book. “That” you said haughtily “is a house stereotype!”
When he recovered from his shock he’d started laughing, he couldn’t help it. He’d known you less than five minutes but already you were one of the most surprising and intriguing people he’d ever met.
From then on Cedric was hooked. As his friends described it he followed you around ‘like a lost puppy.’
There was just something about you that Cedric couldn't get enough of.
As for you, suddenly everywhere you went Cedric was there. You’d sit down to do your homework in the library and he’d appear with a stack of books and make himself comfortable at your table. You’d be walking down the corridor and he’d jog to catch up to you shouting your name.
You’d thought it would be annoying to have someone shadow you like Cedric was but secretly you enjoyed it. Not that you’d ever tell him that.
He was always making stupid jokes, jokes that made no sense or where off the charts cheesy but they never failed to make you grin.
Sometimes he’d ask you for the Ravenclaw tower password so when he met you for study sessions he could wait for you in the common room. You loved to tell him the riddle but not the answer and watch his brows scrunch together in adorable confusion. He never could figure out the answers.
Cedric learnt a lot about Ravenclaws through you. He didn’t realise how much of his perception of your house was based on stereotypes until your friendship.
He learnt that Ravenclaws weren’t school obsessed and strict. In fact he’d often come upon you in the library and assume you were doing your homework only to discover you’d not even started the 4 page essay due tomorrow because you were too busy researching a random magical rabbit hole.
Cedric loved listening to you explain the random things you’d learnt to him. Before he’d met you he’d thought that history of magic was the most boring subject ever but he soon realised it must have been Professor Binns that made it boring.
Because when you’d sit across from him rambling about some witch who survived a medieval witch trial he was completely enthralled by you.
He loved how passionate you looked, your eyes shining and hands flailing spiritedly.
You loved that Cedric was such a good listener. He didn’t realise it but a lot of people zoned out or never stopped to listen to you explain the things you learned. But not Cedric, he would sit and listen as intently as if you were the most interesting person in the world. He made you feel appreciated and liked.
The Hufflepuff common rooms were by the kitchens and practically the entire castle away from Ravenclaw tower but that never stopped Cedric from walking all the way to your common room to walk down to breakfast with you.
Most mornings he would sit with you at the Ravenclaw table. Often you were busy scribbling out an essay for next period or writing down some idea that you’d just had (Cedric learned Ravenclaws could be incredibly creative) so he would make you a cup of tea or coffee without you having to ask. He always remembered how you liked it, whether you had milk or sugar, how strong it should be etc.
He’d definitely use his status as prefect to spend more time with you. If it was getting near curfew he’d insist on walking you back to your tower so you wouldn’t get in trouble being caught out of bed. “You won’t get in trouble because you’re with a prefect” he’d say smugly causing you to laugh and roll your eyes.
Cedric never really cared about the colour blue until you. As it was your house colour you owned a lot of deep blue things. Scarves, gloves, adorable knitted winter hats.
Suddenly blue was Cedric's favourite colour. He’d catch sight of the great lake out of the classroom window and the vivid blue water would remind him of you laughing as he wrapped your ravenclaw scarf around your neck. He’d see a flash of a blue tie rounding a corner and his heart would leap for a second and a silly grin would flash across his face as he hoped it was you.
Cedric didn’t know when he started loving you. It wasn’t love at first sight, intrigue sure but not love. The love had crept up on him slowly every second, every minute, every hour that he’d spent with you since that moment.
It was like it was inevitable that he would love you, he couldn't stop it if he'd tried.
You made his chest feel warm by just a simple look. He made butterflies swarm within you whenever he flashed you his lazy smile and wrapped an arm around your shoulders.
The way you finally started dating was far from conventional.
Cedric won a quidditch match against Gryffindor and you ran from the stands to congratulate him. Someone said “make way for Diggory’s girlfriend!” and you both started.
It turned out people had assumed that you’d been dating for months.
And when you both thought about it you basically had been - the only thing you didn’t do was kiss.
“So how about it?” he asked you smiling with an arm wrapped around your waist “shall we make them right?”
You smirked at him “Want to know the new Ravenclaw tower riddle?” you asked.
He looked confused but nodded.
“You can use me to say hello and to say goodbye. I'm no good when I'm too dry, I can be quick or I can be slow. What am I?”
Cedric thought it over for a long moment and then his eyes began to gleam “is it a kiss?” he asked.
You grinned at him “That’s the first riddle you’ve got Hufflepuff” you teased “well done.”
“Oh shut up” he grumbled.
“Make me” you said and he leaned down and kissed you. It was neither too slow or too fast, it was simply perfect.
The Hufflepuff and the Ravenclaw kissed in the middle of the quidditch pitch.
And not one person was surprised. After all it seemed inevitable you were simply perfect for one another. Puzzle pieces that didn't realise they were missing something until they came together and were complete.
stupid rpatz & the goblet of fire 😭 making me fall in love with a fictional character that dies in the same book/movie he’s like officially introduced in 💔💔💔 help why do i have a crush on a man 20 years older than me?? 😭😭 if any of my moots see this, pls look away 🙈
Loves study dates and helping you with school work.
Loves having his hair played with.
Pda but in a sweet affectionate way like handholding and little kisses.
He blushes a lot.
He plans super romantic thought-out dates like picnics and ice skating.
He loves baking and cooking with his s/o.
An absolute simp for you wearing his sweaters.
Cedric has warm hands.
Writes you sweet little notes and gives them to you in class or as you pass him in the house or leaves them in the kitchen when he wakes up before you.
hey! can i please can a headcannon on cedric diggory dating a ravenclaw fem reader? 💘
ofc you can! thank you for requesting, let me know if you like them anon <3 this is longer than I thought it would be 😳
Cedric Diggory dating Ravenclaw! reader headcanons:
Cedric was friends with people from all houses but for some reason he’d never been that close to a Ravenclaw before, that is until you.
He met you in the library and his first thought about you was that you might be slightly crazy. That was because when he first saw you, you happened to be sniffing a book.
Fueled by boredom and curiosity he approached you coming up behind you and asking “what in merlin's name are you doing?”
You jumped about a foot in the air and he thought the way that your nose scrunched up in surprise was adorable.
You crossed your arms huffily at him, a pout on your lips as you glared at him for surprising you.
He held his hands up in a placating gesture before pointing again to the book and asking why you were smelling it.
You’d looked a little sheepish and Cedric was struck with the thought that all of your expressions were cute. “Old books have a certain smell,'' you'd said.
“You really are a ravenclaw” he’d replied and then to his immense surprise you’d leaned over and smacked him lightly on the shoulder with the book. “That” you said haughtily “is a house stereotype!”
When he recovered from his shock he’d started laughing, he couldn’t help it. He’d known you less than five minutes but already you were one of the most surprising and intriguing people he’d ever met.
From then on Cedric was hooked. As his friends described it he followed you around ‘like a lost puppy.’
There was just something about you that Cedric couldn't get enough of.
As for you, suddenly everywhere you went Cedric was there. You’d sit down to do your homework in the library and he’d appear with a stack of books and make himself comfortable at your table. You’d be walking down the corridor and he’d jog to catch up to you shouting your name.
You’d thought it would be annoying to have someone shadow you like Cedric was but secretly you enjoyed it. Not that you’d ever tell him that.
He was always making stupid jokes, jokes that made no sense or where off the charts cheesy but they never failed to make you grin.
Sometimes he’d ask you for the Ravenclaw tower password so when he met you for study sessions he could wait for you in the common room. You loved to tell him the riddle but not the answer and watch his brows scrunch together in adorable confusion. He never could figure out the answers.
Cedric learnt a lot about Ravenclaws through you. He didn’t realise how much of his perception of your house was based on stereotypes until your friendship.
He learnt that Ravenclaws weren’t school obsessed and strict. In fact he’d often come upon you in the library and assume you were doing your homework only to discover you’d not even started the 4 page essay due tomorrow because you were too busy researching a random magical rabbit hole.
Cedric loved listening to you explain the random things you’d learnt to him. Before he’d met you he’d thought that history of magic was the most boring subject ever but he soon realised it must have been Professor Binns that made it boring.
Because when you’d sit across from him rambling about some witch who survived a medieval witch trial he was completely enthralled by you.
He loved how passionate you looked, your eyes shining and hands flailing spiritedly.
You loved that Cedric was such a good listener. He didn’t realise it but a lot of people zoned out or never stopped to listen to you explain the things you learned. But not Cedric, he would sit and listen as intently as if you were the most interesting person in the world. He made you feel appreciated and liked.
The Hufflepuff common rooms were by the kitchens and practically the entire castle away from Ravenclaw tower but that never stopped Cedric from walking all the way to your common room to walk down to breakfast with you.
Most mornings he would sit with you at the Ravenclaw table. Often you were busy scribbling out an essay for next period or writing down some idea that you’d just had (Cedric learned Ravenclaws could be incredibly creative) so he would make you a cup of tea or coffee without you having to ask. He always remembered how you liked it, whether you had milk or sugar, how strong it should be etc.
He’d definitely use his status as prefect to spend more time with you. If it was getting near curfew he’d insist on walking you back to your tower so you wouldn’t get in trouble being caught out of bed. “You won’t get in trouble because you’re with a prefect” he’d say smugly causing you to laugh and roll your eyes.
Cedric never really cared about the colour blue until you. As it was your house colour you owned a lot of deep blue things. Scarves, gloves, adorable knitted winter hats.
Suddenly blue was Cedric's favourite colour. He’d catch sight of the great lake out of the classroom window and the vivid blue water would remind him of you laughing as he wrapped your ravenclaw scarf around your neck. He’d see a flash of a blue tie rounding a corner and his heart would leap for a second and a silly grin would flash across his face as he hoped it was you.
Cedric didn’t know when he started loving you. It wasn’t love at first sight, intrigue sure but not love. The love had crept up on him slowly every second, every minute, every hour that he’d spent with you since that moment.
It was like it was inevitable that he would love you, he couldn't stop it if he'd tried.
You made his chest feel warm by just a simple look. He made butterflies swarm within you whenever he flashed you his lazy smile and wrapped an arm around your shoulders.
The way you finally started dating was far from conventional.
Cedric won a quidditch match against Gryffindor and you ran from the stands to congratulate him. Someone said “make way for Diggory’s girlfriend!” and you both started.
It turned out people had assumed that you’d been dating for months.
And when you both thought about it you basically had been - the only thing you didn’t do was kiss.
“So how about it?” he asked you smiling with an arm wrapped around your waist “shall we make them right?”
You smirked at him “Want to know the new Ravenclaw tower riddle?” you asked.
He looked confused but nodded.
“You can use me to say hello and to say goodbye. I'm no good when I'm too dry, I can be quick or I can be slow. What am I?”
Cedric thought it over for a long moment and then his eyes began to gleam “is it a kiss?” he asked.
You grinned at him “That’s the first riddle you’ve got Hufflepuff” you teased “well done.”
“Oh shut up” he grumbled.
“Make me” you said and he leaned down and kissed you. It was neither too slow or too fast, it was simply perfect.
The Hufflepuff and the Ravenclaw kissed in the middle of the quidditch pitch.
And not one person was surprised. After all it seemed inevitable you were simply perfect for one another. Puzzle pieces that didn't realise they were missing something until they came together and were complete.
In light of recent events the bonds of friendship we made this year will be more important than ever. Remember that and Cedric Diggory will not have died in vain, you remember that. And we’ll celebrate a boy who was kind and honest and brave and true right to the very end.
HARRY POTTER AND THE GOBLET OF FIRE (2005) directed by Mike Newell.
hi! i don't know if you write for cedric diggory but i saw in your post that it could be any pair (and also because i love your writings!!). so if it's okay with you, can i please request cedric x ravenclaw!reader. where the reader feels insecure around ced because she's the new gf and is a bit jealous of cho (because they're both in ravenclaw), so ced comes and reassures her that she has nothing to worry about.
a/n: Thank you for your request! Definitely got off track lol.
Ordinary, that’s how you would describe yourself while looking in the mirror. No matter how many times you pinched your cheeks for a flush, pluck your eyebrows or even lather your face in expensive face masks, you couldn’t help but feel ordinary.
You see a dull girl looking back at your reflection, what could you possibly have to offer?
Bringing your face closer to the other you, you try and look. To look and see what he can possibly see.
No matter how hard you search, you find nothing. You sigh, a pout to your lips.
“What’s wrong?” A gentle voice interrupts your heavy observation. “You’ve been staring at yourself for close to an hour.”
You almost groan, you must look like a weirdo.
You turn to face the girl that was leaning against the door frame that leads into your shared bathroom.
She was beautiful. Everything about her was beautiful, her eyes, her hair, her cheekbones, the shape of her lips, even her voice was beautiful. Cho had to be perfect. It didn’t help that she had such a good heart.
She was so perfect, you wanted to strangle her. How could Cedric, your beautiful boyfriend, go after you when he had a girl like Cho before?
You couldn’t possibly comprehend it.
You open your mouth to answer her, but then cut yourself off. “Nothing important.”
You pass by her concerned gaze, heading to your bed, letting your insecurities run wild once your head hits the pillows.
If you had stayed any longer you might have asked something stupid like, “am i pretty?” and you didn’t need the possibility of your fears being confirmed.
Cedric and Cho had broken up a year ago. They both agreed they were better off as friends. A few months after their breakup, he took a liking to you. He did everything in his power to win your affections, it was easy to fall for him. Cho had been supportive of it too, even helping him woo you.
So you don’t know why you have these doubts, even when your months in with Cedric.
You’re not even sure when you started the comparison of yourself. Always questioning everything you did, ‘Did Cho do this?’ or ‘Did he prefer to do this with Cho, rather than you?’
You even started comparing yourself to all the other girls that still shamelessly flirted with Cedric. Knowing he was taken didn’t seem to stop them. It didn’t help that even they were beautiful. You were scared that maybe one day he’d see it too and leave you for them. Or realize he made a mistake with breaking things off with Cho.
You felt like a shadow compared to him, Cho and every other pretty girl that glanced his way. You felt as if you were watching him live his life, while you sat quietly, watching for a little tell sign of his doubts of you.
But he gave away nothing. He gave you everything though. He gave you his love and you wondered why that wasn’t enough to kill those running thoughts.
He looks at you with nothing but love and admiration in his eyes. Yet, you still tear yourself apart every night. Thinking of solutions on how you can just be better. You pick yourself apart, until your numb.
You fell asleep with the echo of your unanswered why’s.
“Ready?” Cedric asks, taking a hold of your hand.
You hum in agreement, letting him pull you up.
You both just finished lunch and planned on heading to his dorm to hang out there. You hadn’t brought up any of the thoughts that were burning through your skull the other night and you didn’t plan to.
You focused on the path ahead, not noticing the stolen glances from the boy next to you.
Entering his dorm, you both take off your shoes and place them next to the door. You put your bag down and just take in the room. Trying to let the familiar space sooth your nerves.
“You’ve been feeling alright?” He asks, looking at you through his lashes.
“Fine.” Nodding your head, but you think the bags under your eyes speak a different truth.
“Cho’s been telling me that you’ve seemed off,” He paused, then adding “lately.”
You faintly wondered why he said it like that, but inwardly shaking it off as you processed his words.
“You and Cho talk about me?”
You wanted to ask that they talked in general, but you knew they did. You weren’t sure why the thought filled you with a sense of dread, why your chest compacted in with it.
That little voice in your head was making up all these sinful scenarios, flashing before your eyes that you almost felt like you were going to be sick.
“We’re friends,” He says gently, almost like he sees how fragile you are, how one wrong word could be the downfall. “she’s your friend also. And she’s just been a little concerned.”
You chewed on your lip, cutting up your gums, stopping yourself from saying anything you’d regret after. “Nothing to be concerned about.”
He sighs and stares at you for a second longer, it seemed like he was searching for something that you weren’t sure you wanted him to find, so you turn your eyes away.
You heard his footsteps walking to the other side of his bed, followed by the sound of his drawer opening.
“Here,” You looked up to find him holding a brown cable knit sweater, your favorite one he owned.
It brought a small smile to your face, making an ounce of relief flood his chest.
You mumbled your gratitude, then taking your leave to the restroom to change. A shadow fell over his eyebrows, you’d always just change in front of him.
He didn’t linger on the thought for too long once he heard the click of the door and your light footsteps.
You made your way to his bed, gently prying the sheets open and sinking into the warmth. You turned your back towards him, closing your eyes, and letting the sound of the changing of his clothes fill the air.
A dip to the side of you and arms enclosing in on you, dragging you into more warmth. Yet, the coldness in your chest stayed.
You clenched your eyes shut and prayed for sleep. This was your favorite part of day, these naps with Cedric, his dorm room empty and the chance to be alone without anyone in sight to compare yourself to.
But even with his arms around you and the smell of him surrounding the space you were in, didn’t stop the whispers of the troubled.
He must of felt how tense you were, different from the way you so easily melted into him.
“Y/n.” He whispers, you felt him shift behind you, his arms loosening.
You clenched your eyes tighter, trying to even out your breaths, but even you knew that it was not possible to fall asleep that fast.
“Y/n,” He hovers over you a little, looking at your face with an unimpressed expression. “i know you’re not sleeping.”
You unclench your eyes, steeling yourself, for the conversation you knew was bound to happen. Opening your eyes, you met his soft bright ones. His eyes, that spoke everything you wished you’d just believe.
“Yes?” You mumble softly, peeking at him through your lashes.
He stares at you a second longer, then kisses your cheek. “Talk to me.”
“About what?” You were never good at playing oblivious.
“About what’s going on in your head that’s making you look at me like that.”
You furrow your eyebrows, “Looking at you, like what?”
“Like i’m a stranger,” He mumbles sadly. “like i’m someone you should be wary of.”
Guilt washed over you, you didn’t know you were so translucent. You never wanted Cedric to be affected by the problems you were inflicting on yourself.
“That’s not true.” An obvious lie.
“It is.” He corrects you. “You can talk to me, you know that right? We’ll never fix anything, if you don’t talk to me.”
He was right, no matter how much you didn’t want to talk about this. You knew you needed to at some point. And it was looking as if that time was now.
“I just-“ You tried again. “Do you ever have, i don’t know, doubts?”
“Doubts?” You turn so your laying on your back now, him still half hovering over you. “About what?”
“Like,” A long sigh escapes past your lips, unwilling. “Do you ever regret getting with me?”
He gapes at you, almost looking offended of the question. “Why would you even ask that?” He sits up, causing you to follow.
“I don’t kn-“
“Do you think i regret it?” He rephrases, “Do i make it seem like regret it?”
Every scenario of him and you together flashes in blurs through your head and no he didn’t, the opposite actually. He looked at you as if you were the sun, as if you were brighter than the sun.
“No.” You mumble weakly, ashamed that even that revelation didn’t seem to dampen your insecurities.
“Then i’m confused on what brought this on.”
“Why are you with me, when you can be with someone as beautiful as Cho.” You meant for it to come out as a question, but it sounded like a statement.
Maybe you did mean to say it like that, it’s what you believed, the only thing you weren’t questioning the truth of.
You hear him get up and you feel as if your heart stopped beating. This is it, this was what you were preparing yourself for, you thought to yourself. Eyes already blurring.
Then a warm hand in yours, pulling you up. You stumble a little, but he steadies you, always keeping you grounded. Next thing you know he’s dragging you along to the bathroom. Confusion is clear on your face.
“What?” You mumble more to yourself.
He brings you in front of the mirror, the full body length one in the corner of the room. He stands behind you, towering over your smaller frame.
“Look at yourself.” He demands softly, when you don’t cast your eyes away from his.
You oblige, catching your own eyes. You furrow your eyebrows.
“What are you thinking about right now?” He asks, his hands ghosting over your waist.
“How could you possibly love me when i can’t even love myself?”
He looked pained by your words, that you could even have those thoughts.
“I’ll love you enough for the both of us.”
You give him a weak smile, “It doesn’t work like that.”
“Then i’ll help you love yourself.” He adds, desperately. “I’ll make you see what’s to love about you.”
He grips you harder, taking away the response you had.
“Look,” Because your eyes had ventured to his once again.
His thumbs brushed over your body, the side of your face, until they landed under your eyes. Covering the dark circles from view, he smoothed them out gently.
“Your eyes,” He began softly. “they have to be the most captivating eyes i’ve ever seen. They were the first thing i noticed about you, the first thing that pulled me in.”
His fingers brushed over your nose, curving in with it.
“This adorable nose,” He pinches it softly. “home to the freckles i could spend all my time counting.”
He brushed over your cheeks, leaving a pink blush. His fingers stopped at your lips.
“Have to be the most kissable lips out there.” He drags your bottom lip down with his thumb. “I could spend hours just kissing you, these lips.”
His knuckles brush over your neck.
“Where else am i supposed to leave my marks that show everyone your mine?”
He spends an hour at least, going through why he loved every feature about you. Talking about the way you bewitched him with your looks, with your heart.
“Can’t you see how you’re the cause of my euphoria?” His chin was resting on your shoulder, his eyes burning into yours, you never felt more loved than right now.
Those whispers dimmed in comparison to his loving words.
His hands were still roaming slowly over you, like he couldn’t get enough, you were sure he couldn’t get enough.
“What do you see?” He whispers, once your eyes take yourself in again.
“I see-“ You think for a second, really think. “I see potential.”
Potential to love yourself. Potential to accept the love he gave you. Potential to feel worthy to have him. Potential to see that he picked you.
And from then, every so often he would drag you to the mirror and do it again. Adding something new each time.
Until potential turned to beauty. Undeniable beauty. Until the whispers were nothing more than the self assured.
