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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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hiiii LMAO its been 4 months since u sent this 🫣 eeeeek. im ngl i’ve been going through a little writers block :((( i’ve been struggling piecing the next chapter so it flows right and that paired with work, school, family, friends, my relationship, etc…. u could imagine how writing might’ve ended up in the back burner. it’s been making me a little anxious coming on here and seeing how many people are waiting for the next chapterBUT!!!! i’m back and i’ve made some progress with chap20 and i’m hoping it’ll be ready for u soon :’) thank u sm for ur patience
hi goddess how many more chapters are going to be left in book2 insatiable??? i LOVE ur writing btw ur so talented i ate the two books up in one sitting its so good im OBSESSED
hii sweet baby angel :) thank you for ur kind words. i’m so happy you’ve been enjoying it. two books in one sitting is wild, i’m so so so honored. i think book 2 will have about 4–5 chapters left? everything is planned out and living somewhere in my notes lol. i’ve also got the next two books semi-mapped already, of course. so much more to come. thank you again for reading ! ♡✨
Omg queen I just read your Cedric series.. YOU ATE THATTT. Cleanly. 😛
But in all seriousness your writing is impeccable and I can’t wait to see what you have planned. The development of Cedric’s and y/ns relationship was perfect , the tension?? Hello??
I’m also nervous bc.. we know what happens at the end of the tournament. (Cedric omg Pleek don’t die your so sexy haha.. 🙂↕️)
Anyways thank you for your scrumptious writing ✊💕
STOPPPPPP thank u smmmmm angel <333 i really went for the slowest of burns with them. i wanted it to feel real. like how i imagine cedric would actually fall in love: chivalrous, intentional, getting to know someone for who they are before anything else. lust is fun (and TRUST i’m having so much fun writing the intimate scenes lololol), but the meaning hits so much harder when there’s genuine care behind it. i wasn’t sure how many people would stick around for a slow-build like this, so your comment means more to me than u know. thank you for reading !!!
summary: hogwarts life is finally falling into place— classes, routines, and the quiet comfort of the library. but a new distraction appears in the form of a handsome hufflepuff boy with a soft voice and a kinder smile, and suddenly you’re not just thinking about magic anymore.
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INCEPTION MASTERLIST⋆˙⟡
September 9th, 1993
I grew comfortable with my day to day routine at Hogwarts.
The classes were relatively simple and I enjoyed sharing them with my friends.
They made the long hours I spent doing homework go by so much quicker— I don't know if I could've been able to have done it without them.
Draco had been missing from every class that we shared with the Slytherins for the past week.
We were halfway through Double Potions when he strutted in the classroom, his arm covered in several bandages and bound to a sling. He carried himself as if he was a heroic survivor of some dreadful battle.
"Does it hurt terribly, Draco?" Pansy Parkinson cooed as he approached— reaching out to caress his 'injured' arm.
"It comes and it goes. Still... I consider myself lucky. According to Madame Pomfrey, a minute or two later, I could've lost my arm."
My mouth dropped at the bullshit he was spewing, and I instinctively turned to look at Ron and Harry who were both scowling at him.
"Settle down, Malfoy." Professor Snape drawled idly.
Snape's patience for anyone from Gryffindor always ran thin, especially Harry— but I've noticed he was usually lenient towards Draco.
Probably because Snape was head of Slytherin House, but the preference was unmistakable.
We were working on the Shrinking Solution potion. I had already finished my batch, since I've made it before for the task that Snape gave me during my testing, so I was just writing some notes down from the textbook.
I eyed Draco suspiciously as he gathered his materials with his free hand and headed straight towards the table where I was sitting with Ron and Harry.
He placed his cauldron next to my freshly prepared one and raised his hand smugly.
"Sir, I'll need help cutting the daisy root, because of my arm—"
"(Y/L/N), since you clearly believe that you've finished your potion, cut Malfoy's roots for him." Snape instructed without looking up from his desk.
I sighed in defeat and stared at Draco blankly.
"There's nothing wrong with your arm, Malfoy."
He smirked and leaned down towards me, resting his 'injured' arm on the table subconsciously, making me scoff at his lack of awareness.
"You heard Professor Snape, (Y/N), cut up these roots." He mumbled so it was just audible to me.
I glowered, squinting my eyes at him, and grabbed the knife swiftly. I took Draco's roots and began to chop them sloppily, trying to get the embarrassment over with.
"Professor..." Draco called out slowly, his voice almost sing-songy. He was enjoying this. "(Y/N)'s mutilating my roots."
Snape approached the table and I set the knife down, shamelessly sliding the cut-up daisy root under Snape's hooked nose for him to inspect.
"My, my. This is poor work from someone who finished their potion early. I'm sure you can do better than that, (Y/L/N). Get another root, and start again."
"But, sir—"
"I hope you don't expect special treatment solely because you're an American, or because you got lucky with your potions during your testing. I see that hanging around Potter has given you the notion that you hold some superiori—"
"Excuse me, Professor, but I do not expect special treatment at all. Thank you." My interruption caused many of the other students to gasp quietly. Ron was so petrified, his eyes were as big as plates. Snape, in turn, was flaring his nostrils at me in anger.
I was bracing myself for points to be deducted from Gryffindor, or even detention, but to my shock, Snape strode away to grab a fresh daisy root, came back to our table, and slammed it down in front of me.
"Cut this. Now. And Potter, you can skin Malfoy's shrivelfig since you find this so amusing." He demanded in a dangerous tone.
Harry's smile didn't falter, finding the way I stood up to Snape very funny.
We worked on Malfoy's ingredients silently, throwing them back at him hastily once we were done. Draco was smirking more broadly than ever.
"Seen your pal Hagrid, lately?" Malfoy asked us in quiet contempt.
We all ignored him, not even bothering to look at his direction.
"I'm afraid he won't be teaching here much longer. Father's not very happy with my injury—"
"Keep talking, Malfoy, and I'll give you a real injury." I interjected, my voice coming out sweet, juxtaposing with the threat. I gave him a mock smile which made him raise his eyebrows and scoff.
"The cheek on this one! Snapping at Professors and threatening injured students? How very unusual behavior from a Gryffindor. Weasley cut up my caterpillars for me." He jutted his chin at his ingredients without even glancing at Ron. His eyes were locked with mine.
Ron started reaching towards the caterpillars, his cheeks turning rosy in humiliation, but I placed my hand over his and shook my head. I then pulled the caterpillars towards me and started cutting them myself.
"There you go, even slices..." Draco murmured, getting too close to inspect my work so I shoved him away from me with my arm.
"Careful, there, (Y/L/N). My father's complained to the school governor and the Ministry of Magic on that pathetic excuse of a teacher. Father's got a lot of influence, you know. You wouldn't want him to make a complaint about you."
I clasped my hand over my mouth and gasped, faking my concern, making Ron and Harry laugh brightly.
Draco merely rolled his eyes. Pompous bitch.
Class continued and a few tables away, Neville was shaking and on the verge of tears because Snape was hurling insults at him for messing up his potion. Hermione tried to help him, but then Snape lashed out at her for being a show-off.
We were packing up our materials when Seamus Finnigan called to Harry from two tables away to ask him if he had read the Daily Prophet, the Wizarding newspaper.
Apparently, Sirius Black had been sighted by a Muggle not too far away from Hogwarts. A flash of worry crossed Harry’s face but he quickly recomposed himself when he saw Malfoy paying too much attention to the conversation for our liking.
"What is it, Malfoy? Need something else skinned?" I asked, but Draco's eyes were fixed on Harry with a malevolent glint in them.
"Thinking you'll catch Black single-handed, Potter?"
"Yeah, that's right." Harry's tone was bored, being used to Malfoy's harassment. He was packing up his things as he tried to ignore him again.
"Of course, if it was me..." Draco's voice dropped into a whisper. "I'd have done something before now. I wouldn't be staying at school like a good boy, I'd be out there looking for him."
"What are you talking about, Malfoy?" It was Ron's turn to defend Harry. His tone came out rough as he glared at the Slytherin.
"Don't you know, Potter?" Draco let out a laugh of disbelief. He finally got Harry's attention with this.
"Know what?"
"You know what? Maybe you'd rather not risk your neck. Better off leaving it to the Dementors, yeah? But if it was me, I'd want revenge... I'd hunt him myself..." Draco's voice trailed off as his eyes flickered between Harry, Ron, and me.
"What the hell are you talking about?" Harry growled angrily but Draco decided now was the time to stop talking. He reached towards the table and pulled my notebook to him, opening it, and ran a slender finger down my schedule where it landed on my next class for the day.
I snatched my book back but he was already smirking, his little gang of Slytherins taking their positions behind him.
"See you, next class." He winked at me and stalked out of the classroom.
"What did Malfoy mean?" Harry muttered to us. "Why would I want revenge on Black? He hasn't done anything to me— yet."
"He's making it up," said Ron lividly. "He's trying to make you do something stupid..."
Though Malfoy was, as always, trying to rile Harry up— I couldn't help but notice there was some hint of truth to what he was saying.
I didn't comment on it as we headed to the Great Hall for lunch.
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Professor Lupin started Defense Against The Dark Arts with a great lesson when he told us to put away our books and take our wands out for the class. He then asked Neville to help assist him with the demonstration of our topic, gaining even more respect from us Gryffindors by giving Neville the benefit of the doubt.
Once again, we were with the Slytherins, and they found Professor Lupin's choice of making Neville his assistant hysterical.
Draco was in the back of the classroom, watching.
"Look at the state of his robes," he spoke in a loud whisper as Professor Lupin passed. "He dresses like our old house-elf."
"So, the first question we must ask ourselves is, what is a Boggart?" Lupin asked the class.
My hand shot up to answer the Professor's question at the same time Hermione's did. The boys shared an uneasy look at Hermione's competitiveness.
I knew the answer because it was in the same book where I learned what Veela were.
"Yes, (Y/N)?"
"It's a shape-shifter. It can take the shape of whatever frightens us the most."
"Couldn't have put it better myself!" Lupin answered and turned towards a wardrobe that was wobbling and thumping as if something were trying to escape from inside.
Hermione frowned at me after Lupin's compliment.
I felt that Hermione was always trying to one-up me so in spite of friendly competition, I stuck my tongue out at her and grinned.
We learned that the Boggart had no true shape until it knows who it will directly encounter. Then it shifts to their fears. I was curious as to what my fear would be, not being so sure I had one.
We chanted the word that we would say to a Boggart once it shifted to our greatest fear ( Riddikulus! ), and got in a line.
"This class is 'riddikulus'" I heard Malfoy mutter to one of his meat-head friends a few spots in front of me.
"...You see, the word alone is not enough. And this is where you come in, Neville. First things first: what would you say is the thing that frightens you most in the world?"
Neville was once again shaking and his face was beet red as he mumbled something inaudible.
"I didn't quite catch that, Neville, sorry," said Professor Lupin cheerfully. Neville looked around wildly, as though begging for someone to help him, then whispered "Professor Snape."
Nearly everyone laughed now. Lupin instructed Neville to picture Snape wearing Grandma Longbottom's clothing, then the most alarming thing happened. The boggart that stepped out of the wardrobe looked so much like Professor Snape, I was convinced it actually was him the whole time.
Neville cast the Riddikulus spell, and the boggart stumbled, and soon Snape was wearing an atrocious green dress, fox-fur scarf, and carrying a red handbag.
The line started moving forward. The boggart was shifting from being a mummy to a rattlesnake, to a severed hand.
Once we started getting closer to the wardrobe, Draco slipped from his spot and moved behind me.
"Scared of a boggart?" I taunted him coolly, still facing forward.
"Just don't feel like participating in this foolish class, that's all," He muttered back just as nonchalantly— leaning down so I could hear him.
I shook my head, and a smile played on my lips at our casual exchange but Ron quickly caught my attention.
He seemed very nervous about this whole Boggart ordeal.
I knew him well enough by now to know that there would be a humongous spider in the room at any second.
And surely enough, with a noise like a whip, the giant, hairy spider appeared and was staring right down at Ron with eight, shiny black eyes.
Students screamed as it started getting closer, clicking its pincers threateningly.
"Ron...Ron!" I reached out to shake him because he just stood there frozen.
"R-right. Riddikulus!" And just like that, the spider was now wearing roller skates in each of its bushy legs.
It stumbled and fell, making the class laugh.
Harry then took his place in front of the boggart.
His spirits seemed high, considering everyone but the Slytherins were having fun, but he wasn't prepared for what the boggart would become.
In front of our eyes, the clumsy spider started morphing into something dark, tall, and cloaked.
The coldness and the feeling of dread quickly filler the air as a Dementor towered over Harry.
Ron, Hermione, and I had to quickly pull Harry back when we noticed that he started swaying on the spot—growing faint.
Fortunately, Professor Lupin jumped in front of the Dementor and managed to vanish it in time. We got a glimpse of his boggart, which resembled some sort of crystal ball.
Most of the students looked uneasy.
Even some of the Slytherins were rubbing their arms to bring back the warmth to their bodies.
It didn't take long for Malfoy and his cronies to process what happened and burst out laughing.
"Right. Sorry about that. Settle down, settle down... Well done, everyone... That is enough for today. That's the end of your lesson, collect your books from the back..."
Harry straightened up. He was pale and had pink blotches on his cheek as we guided him out of the classroom, trying to ignore Draco's taunts.
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The weeks started passing by quickly.
Lupin kept fascinating us during DATDA; Trewlaney still treated Harry like he had seconds to live, and Snape always found a way to embarrass a Gryffindor in front of the whole class.
His favorite victim was Neville.
Hagrid calmed down with his lessons and we were currently studying the flobberworm— the most boring creature in existence.
Soon, it was October. I got to see less of Harry since he started Quidditch practices and was gone three evenings a week.
I spent most of my time with Ron and Hermione. Though, it was easier talking to Ron since Hermione always had her nose stuck in a book and often seemed to have homework that was due the next day.
I started accompanying Hermione to the library during the evenings.
Sometimes Ron would join, other times he wouldn't.
We would usually finish our homework long before Hermione was be done with hers— and Ron would just get bored out of his mind so some days he didn't bother coming at all.
But I didn't mind.
I took advantage of the free-time to browse the books in the library.
Also, I found something to look forward to whenever I was there.
Or rather, someone.
Every time we visited the library, I always saw the same boy there.
He was the prettiest boy I've ever seen.
He was tall, brunette, and he seemed older than I was.
Maybe Fred and George's age.
I didn't know much about him other than that he was in Hufflepuff and in his House's Quidditch team. I figured this out because sometimes he would come in wearing his uniform with a bunch of his teammates and he would get furiously shushed at by the school librarian, Madam Pince.
He was very popular— always had a few friends with him who would speak to him admirably.
But he still seemed a bit reserved as well.
The quiet type.
He was just so incredibly handsome and I couldn't take my eyes off of him.
In fact, I've jumped out of my skin a couple of times before because I'd find him staring right back at me.
He was kind enough to look away every time, and not immediately tell his friends about the idiot girl who doesn't stop goggling at him— but I swear I would catch him suppressing a smile after the fact.
It's not like I thought I'd have a chance with him, or that he would talk to me ever, but I liked the distraction of staring at a good-looking boy when I wasn't studying or being berated by Hermione to quiz her.
Sue me.
It was the evening before Halloween, and Hermione and I were entering the library again.
My eyes immediately went to the corner where the pretty boy and his friends would usually sit, and my heart sank a bit in my chest when I saw that the area was empty.
Hermione and I took our usual seats at the long tables by the windowed area and got to work.
I had completed my Star chart for our Astronomy class when I looked over at Hermione to find her forehead furrowed as she scribbled frantically. Her bushy hair was even bushier than ever and she was standing, instead of sitting down, as she worked.
"I'm finished, 'Mione. I'm gonna look around, okay?" I spoke to her softly, trying not to distract her.
She didn't even look up at me as she nodded and kept writing so harshly with her quill that I was sure the parchment would rip.
I shrugged out of my robes, leaving me in my white-buttoned dress shirt, black skirt, black knee socks, and striped Gryffindor tie— which hung loosely around my neck.
The first thing I usually did as I entered the library was to make myself comfortable since I knew I would be spending a few hours there.
Madam Pince would always glare at me— but she never said anything. Just pursed her lips into a thin line and went back to her librarian work.
I ran my fingers down the spines of the books as I walked down the rows of shelves aimlessly.
I started getting annoyed again when I noticed I started gaining unwarranted attention.
Girls would narrow their eyes at me bitterly and boys would crane their necks in their seats to get a good look at me.
I was about to head back to my seat and hide under the table until Hermione finished her coursework when I got to a row where I recognized two Hufflepuff boys who I knew were friends with the cute guy I always saw.
I simply glanced at them as I walked by, not planning on speak to them but they stopped talking to each other the moment they saw me and walked up to me, which was unexpected.
"Hey, you're the new girl, right? I'm Nick. This is Robert." The tallest of the two introduced himself. He was a bit pimply and had stringy, blonde hair but a kind face. Robert was lankier than Nick and had black, spiked hair that matched his narrow, dark eyes. I shook both of their hands awkwardly.
"Hi, I'm (Y/N)... 'New girl', huh? So people have been talking about me."
Both boys gave me a toothy grin. They seemed nice but still had the same stupid energy that some of the boys had whenever they got around me. I still wondered if McGonagall was right about this whole Veela situation.
"Oh, yeah. Everyone knows about you! You're the transfer student from America—"
"And you're barking gorgeous." Robert interrupted Nick. He seemed to realize what he said and started guffawing but wasn't at all embarrassed.
I, on the other hand, was.
I really wanted to get out of there.
"Oh, I don't know about that..." I blushed, trying to find a way to get away but the conversation was soon intervened by another Hufflepuff who was approaching the boys.
"Why aren't you two out on the field yet?"
My eyes widened as the pretty boy I've been staring at for the past weeks approached us and stood by my side. He towered over his friends and stared at them expectantly— waiting for an answer.
"Oh hey, Cedric... Isn't Gryffindor out there?" Nick seemed disappointed that his friend interrupted the conversation with me. But at the moment I was grateful for Nick, because I now knew the mystery boy's name was Cedric.
"They're finishing up. I was just on my way out there. Go on, I'll catch up to you guys."
The pair mumbled their goodbyes to me, and headed towards the exit.
I didn't exactly know Cedric to linger any longer, so I smiled at him politely and began walking away.
"Were they bothering you?" Cedric's eyebrows were knit together in concern.
"Um, not really," I chimed and shook my head.
My voice came out distracted, which I was— feeling so overwhelmed with having him standing so close to me.
He looked so good in the knit grey sweater he was wearing.
His yellow, Hufflepuff tie was tucked in neatly and I suddenly realized how sloppy I looked next to him, with my loose tie and a crinkled, dress shirt.
"Alright... It's just— you looked uncomfortable. So I just had to make sure. They're good guys, Nick and Robert. But they can also be... indiscreet, at times."
Cedric chose his words carefully.
I could tell he didn't want to bad-mouth his friends.
I found it sweet that he decided to check up on me.
He didn't even know me.
"They just put me in the spot, that's all," I let out an airy laugh, trying to get rid of the nerves running through me, and stuck out my hand towards him, praying it wasn't sweaty or shaking when he touched it.
"I'm (Y/N), nice to meet you." I smiled sweetly, and when he returned the smile and shook my hand with his bigger one, my heart skipped a beat.
"Lovely to meet you, (Y/N). I'm Cedric. I've seen you here quite a bit."
I felt the blood rush to my cheeks as he said that.
He did catch me staring at him a few times before, I forgot that detail until this moment.
I subconsciously began walking towards the table where Hermione was working, attempting to escape my embarrassment yet Cedric followed, walking closely beside me.
"Uh, yeah, I like to do my coursework with my friend here. It's quiet. She's taking more courses than I am, I think, so I'm usually finished earlier and just walk around for something to do," I shrugged and looked down at my feet, suddenly not having the courage to meet his grey eyes anymore.
"Yeah, that's why I like it here too. I find I can finish my work quicker since it's silent. Next time you're done early, you should find me. I'm usually always around when you are, anyways. We can talk some more."
I looked up at him, his height surprising me once more as he stood by my side. I nodded stupidly as I swooned over the sly smile he was giving.
"Yeah, I'll do that. Thanks."
We grinned at each other for a beat and I then noticed we were standing right in front of Hermione, who was still in the same state I left her.
I was about to say my goodbyes before a voice behind him called his name.
"Cedric? You promised me I could watch you practice."
He turned around in search for who was talking to him and I peered over his shoulder slightly, trying not to blatantly look since the person was being blocked from my view by Cedric.
It was an Asian girl who was calling for him.
She seemed to be my age, maybe even Cedric's, and was extremely gorgeous and looked exceptionally pretty in the blue jacket she was wearing over her robes.
I assumed she was a girlfriend or someone Cedric was seeing.
It's not like I excepted him to be single, with his looks, but my heart still sank a few inches.
"I'll see you later, then?" He turned back to me with a hopeful expression which caught me off guard.
"Yeah! See you later. Have a good practice."
He kept smiling at me as he walked away. He then approached the pretty girl and they walked off together.
I watched after them, smiling at her politely when she turned around to look at me— and to my shock, she gave me a nasty look.
I gasped and I heard a gasp behind me.
I turned around and noticed Hermione was watching the whole thing.
"Did you see that?" I whispered loudly at Hermione as I rushed to the table and sat down in front of her.
Hermione stifled a giggle as she started packing her things away in her bag.
"Can't exactly blame her, (Y/N). You didn't tell me you knew Cedric Diggory."
I blushed, cupping my flushed face in my hands in attempt to hide it from Hermione, but she noticed anyways and snickered.
"I just properly met him today! His two friends made me a bit uncomfortable, and he noticed and intervened." I cooed dreamily, recalling the whole situation.
Hermione's face was suddenly stern.
"(Y/N), you have to tell Professor McGonagall if you're being harassed because of your Veela bloodline. You can't help it, and frankly, they can't either. She offered to help you!"
"It's fine." I shrugged, speaking nonchalantly. "So far I've been able to handle it."
"So far, you have—but it can get really ugly, (Y/N)! Men have done really, really stupid things to get the attention of a Veela! And it could get more intense for you as you grow older and mayb—"
"Alright, alright. If it gets out of hand, I'll talk to Professor McGonagall." I huffed, dismissing Hermione. "Now, please. Tell me more about Cedric Diggory."
She told me all she knew about him as we headed back to our Common Room.
I never took Hermione Granger for a gossip, assuming that she never had the time to find out much with all the schoolwork she had, so the amount of information that she knew surprised me.
Apparently, Cedric was a very popular boy in the school.
He was fawned over by many because he was Seeker for his Quidditch team (which I remembered was the same position as Harry), he was a Prefect—which gave him some special privileges over the other students, and he was a good student with great grades. I noticed that Hermione started gushing a bit as she spoke, so I assumed that the charm that Cedric had over me was one he held over many girls.
"What did he say to you?" Hermione asked excitedly.
"He basically said he's seen me around the library before and that he likes to study there too, since it's quiet." I recounted our conversation as we approached the hall where the portrait of the Fat Lady hung.
"Then he asked that the next time I finished my schoolwork early, I come find him so we can talk some more," I couldn't conceal the grin that formed on my face as I said that.
"What do you think he meant by that!?" Hermione's eyes were wide, looking at me in amazement.
"I don't know! I think he was just being friendly! Fortuna Major." I said the password when we reached the portrait and it swung open. We stepped inside.
"Gods. Cho and Cedric are like the perfect couple, everyone's been saying it! They're not dating yet, but she definitely likes him. And that look she gave you!"
Hermione and I had our arms locked as we giggled into the Common Room.
I doubted Cedric had any romantic interest in me, but it was still nice to fantasize about it.
"Why so chummy, ladies?" Fred called from the couch in front of the blazing fireplace.
Everyone around him were buzzing excitedly in conversation with each other.
"We has a very successful evening of studying, what's going on here?" I tossed my bag on the floor near the couch and sat down in between Fred and George.
Ron and Harry were sitting on the floor playing Exploding Snap.
"First Hogsmeade weekend starting tomorrow! Also the Halloween feast." Ron informed, his eyes brightening as he looked at me.
He didn't even notice that the card deck in front of him exploded.
"Good timing, too. I need to visit Zonko's. I'm nearly out of Stink Pellets." Fred spoke from my right.
I looked at him curiously, not knowing what Stink Pellets were, causing him to shove his hand in his pockets and start digging around for one.
"No, no, it's fine, I bet they're great." I laughed, leaning away from him as I felt threatened simply by the name. I didn't want to be near anything stinky at the moment.
I heard Harry sigh, and I remembered he wasn't allowed to visit Hogsmeade since his Muggle family didn't sign his form.
I slid down from the couch and crawled to sit next to him on the floor.
"Hey. I have to visit McGonagall tomorrow morning. I'm supposed to meet with her at the end of every month. Maybe if you come with me and ask, she'll let you go to Hogsmeade? I was going to ask the same thing, we can't be the only Third Years that are left behind."
"(Y/N)! Harry's supposed to stay in school until Black's been caught! They just spotted him nearb—" Hermione started scolding me but Harry quickly interrupted her.
"Yeah, I think I will go with you. Thanks (Y/N)."
Hermione frowned at us, making Harry and I look at each other and grin.
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