ᯓᡣ𐭩...Midnight Mistakes ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 ꩜.ᐟ PART 1/??
Disclaimer: My grammer and punctuation is not that good, as i never grew up learning english, so please ignore a few of my mistakes! (I don't reread my stories sometimes) In this story the reader will be known as a Prefect to fit the story, in this part you could be in any house but for future parts the reader would be in Ravenclaw. Overall, please enjoy my lazy written fanfic (っ- ‸ - ς)
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The Prefects' Bathroom was never truly silent.
Even at two in the morning, enchanted bubbles drifted lazily across the surface of the enormous marble pool, the dozens of golden taps shaped like jeweled snakes, lions, badgers, and eagles continuously pouring steaming water scented with lavender and eucalyptus. Hundreds of candles floated overhead, their reflections dancing across the polished white marble.
It had become Your sanctuary.
Every night, once the castle had settled into sleep, you'd slip from your dormitory with your robe folded neatly over one arm and disappear into the one place you knew would always be empty.
you stepped inside, already loosening the ribbon around your robe before freezing.
A voice echoed softly through the mist.
Curious, you followed the sound around the curtain of steam.
He sat half submerged in the bubbling water, elbows resting on the marble edge of the enormous bath, damp hair falling across his forehead. His eyes widened just as much as hers did.
For a second neither of you spoke.
Then you laughed quietly.
"I figured I'd be alone tonight... again."
"But company is always good."
Cedric let out a surprised chuckle.
"Didn't think anyone else would be using the bathroom this late."
Silence settled between you two for a moment, not uncomfortable, merely unexpected.
You shifted awkwardly, still wrapped in your robe.
Cedric's eyes immediately darted toward the opposite wall.
Without another word, he politely turned his head away.
you untied your robe, folded it carefully onto one of the marble benches, and eased herself into the warm water.
The bath was enormous, more like a luxurious swimming pool than a bathtub.
Only after he heard the gentle splash did Cedric glance back.
You had already settled yourself in the water, steam curling around your shoulders as you slowly swam toward him.
Not close enough to touch.
Just close enough that the distance between them felt intentional.
Your lips curled into a teasing smile.
"What's the Golden Boy doing here?"
Cedric couldn't help smiling back.
That was all he needed to say.
The entire castle already knew.
The student everyone admired.
The boy chosen by the Goblet of Fire.
The weight of that title followed him everywhere.
Professors watched him more carefully.
Students whispered whenever he walked by.
Even breakfast had become exhausting.
Everyone expected bravery.
No one ever asked if he was frightened.
You rested your arms along the edge of the bath.
You offered him a gentle smile.
"I'm always here to listen."
Something about how sincerely she said it unraveled a knot he'd been carrying for weeks.
Slowly, he leaned back against the marble.
His thumb brushed absentmindedly across his lower lip, a nervous habit almost nobody ever noticed.
"The pressure feels different now."
He watched the bubbles drift between them.
"The tournament's making everything louder."
"The whole school watches me like I'm some hero they need me to be."
"But I don't feel like a hero."
You gave him a tiny grin.
"Everybody envies your success."
"I never actually thought I'd get chosen."
His eyes drifted toward the candlelit ceiling.
"And now that it happened..."
"I don't want to disappoint anyone."
The words came out almost as a whisper.
You listened without interrupting.
"You don't always have to satisfy other people's expectations."
No one had ever said that to him before.
Nobody gave him permission to stop carrying everyone else's hopes.
Cedric looked down at the shimmering water.
"It would feel like giving up on something bigger than myself."
"The tournament exists to unite magical schools."
A crooked smile appeared.
"I think it'd hurt more than getting hit by a Bludger."
The sound echoed warmly around the enormous room.
"That's very honorable of you, Diggory."
You looked at him curiously.
"Is putting yourself down really better than letting other people down?"
Long enough that the only sounds were bubbling water and dripping marble.
Cedric's answer barely rose above the steam.
He rubbed the back of his neck.
"I've been so focused on not disappointing everyone..."
"I never stopped to ask if pushing myself this hard is actually helping anyone."
"And maybe saying no would've been selfish—"
You interrupted him gently.
"Sometimes putting yourself first is a good thing."
Something inside him loosened.
His shoulders, tense for what felt like weeks, finally relaxed.
The constant weight he'd been carrying didn't disappear...
Not the polished smile he gave teachers.
Not the confident smile he wore after Quidditch victories.
"You're really good at this."
His eyes met yours through the drifting steam.
There was no audience here.
Just two people sitting in warm water while the rest of Hogwarts slept.
For the first time in weeks...
His fingertips brushed against her cheek.
Gentle enough that she almost questioned whether it had really happened.
A tiny gasp escaped your lips before she could stop it.
Only then did he realize what he'd done.
You instinctively leaned back.
Enough for him to understand.
Immediately his hand fell back into the water.
His face filled with regret.
No attempt to laugh it off.
"I shouldn't have done that."
He turned slightly away, giving her space.
Making anyone uncomfortable was the last thing he'd ever wanted.
You hugged your arms around yourself beneath the water.
"But we really shouldn't."
The question landed like a stone.
Cedric closed his eyes briefly.
Someone he cared about deeply.
"I'd never do anything to hurt her."
You cut him off before he could continue.
Quickly, you climbed from the bath.
Cedric immediately turned his head toward the opposite wall.
He listened to the quiet rustle of fabric.
Soft footsteps across marble.
The heavy bathroom door creaked open.
Only after several seconds did he finally turn around.
The bath suddenly felt much larger than before.
The candles still floated overhead.
The bubbles still shimmered across the water.
Everything looked exactly the same.
The room had never felt emptier.
Cedric remained there for several minutes, staring at the doorway she'd disappeared through.
His fingers unconsciously brushed the water where she'd been moments earlier.
He let out a slow breath.
He muttered to himself with a humorless smile.
"You've managed to complicate everything."
Outside the bathroom, You leaned against the cold stone wall, your heartbeat refusing to slow.
You pressed trembling fingers to the place on your cheek where his hand had rested.
The warmth had already faded.
She could still feel it.
If this gets enough attention supposedly 50 likes, I'll make a part 2! Please boost this guys I'd highly appreciate it (♡ˊ͈ ꒳ ˋ͈)
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