pairing: cedric diggory x fem!reader (reader is based on my oc)
𝓒edric has the neatest handwriting you'd ever seen.
he'd sometimes tease you for yours not being on par with his but eventually you realised you could use this to your benefit.
so then he ended up being the person who wrote birthday cards and letters on your behalf.
you'd just sit there bossing him about, telling him what to write and he'd surprisingly love every second.
he takes being a prefect super seriously, he sees it as some grand honour (you didn't think it was this deep at all) but he wasn't a percy weasley or anything like that.
he wouldn't get someone in trouble unless they did something really bad.
he couldn't really be bothered with snitching either, just wasn't his style.
he was kind to absolutely everybody, but the closer you were to him, the more you saw his witty side.
his form of banter was mainly poking fun, and it surprised you when the two of you started getting closer. he wasn't against making a playful dig.
he loves anything academic. you liked reading a little bit more than he did, he always said he 'didn't have enough time to finish a book', but he'd always take recommendations from you.
he was a big attributor. whenever he saw something that reminded him of you, someone would have to be told that he was now thinking of you.
as if a moment passed where he wasn't thinking of you.
he always wants to be as close to you as possible, both emotionally and physically.
he's not necessarily a PDA guy, he hated the idea of the two of you...making out in public or something like that. his name wasn't draco malfoy, after all. though he's not against a simple forehead kiss or holding your hand. he lived for that.
his friends always poked fun at him for how just saying your name instantly made him smile.
summary: the first time you meet cedric is when you're lost around school, and your days are definitely made.
context: reader is based on my oc, elora. she's an english + french transfer student, coming to hogwarts from beauxbatons.
pairing: cedric diggory x fem!reader
no warnings!!! just fluff. hopefully i'll get more comfortable writing for cedric, i hope i can do him justice! more to come...?
a/n: i’ve had this account for a loooong time now and i only recently started writing fics. i posted my first one on a side blog, but i only just realised that i can't do as many things on there as i can on my main. if i write any more fics, they'll be posted on here now. i hope this is written okay and you can enjoy! i'd love to write about my fav boy forever and ever, i just need more ideas. pls feel free to send asks in at some point and i'll see if i can get inspo from them.
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Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Early September.
After a long day of quidditch practice, focusing in classes and his usual social interactions of the day (Mr. Popular, of course), patrolling the school as part of his prefect duty provided Cedric with ample time to himself.
He could just think.
And usually that was about random things.
What he wanted to buy the next time he went to Hogsmeade, the due date of his DADA essay, the always looming threat of N.E.W.T. exams…Well, tonight definitely gave him something different to think about.
“Excuse me?”
The voice came from behind you, a soft sound that filled the somewhat empty corridor with warmth.
You turn to face this person, not being able to tell if you felt terror or relief at the sudden company.
It was him.
-
Since transferring to Hogwarts, you’d made an effort to start memorising faces.
His had been one of your first.
So what if you didn’t know his name yet?
It spoke volumes that people stopped in their tracks when he walked past.
Girls in the younger years would giggle when he offered them a polite smile, but the crushes hardly stopped with age.
Even some boys fancied him, though they'd never say.
All that must've meant he was worth remembering, right?
He had brown hair of a warm shade that looked like he’d been running his hands through it all day long.
His skin was pale with a subtle flush, dark brows and the kind of eyes that could stun anyone in an instant.
They were grey, but in the dim lighting of the corridor, they were dark yet inviting.
He was beautiful, to say the least.
-
“Are you…Okay?” He asked.
His height was quite noticeable now that he was stood in front of you, slightly leaning in towards you as if to match your height.
Oh god. Had you been staring? Did he think you were a freak?
He wore a small look of concern, knitted brows and slightly parted lips. He faced you, and little did you know he was studying you just like you were him.
You might've been the prettiest face he'd seen in a long, long time, but it didn't change the way you seemed stunned in this moment and that confused him.
“It’s past curfew.” He tells you gently after he gets no initial response.
Well, that was when you came back to reality.
Past curfew?
Great, now this prefect must've been here to lecture you. Why else would he want to talk to you?
And silly you—you knew of the strict rules Hogwarts had surrounding the nightly curfew, yet here you were roaming around the halls because you didn't know where to go.
Although this might’ve been one of the most awkward, going-absolutely-nowhere conversations he’d ever had in his life, Cedric could sense the shyness (and perhaps nervousness?) in you.
He looks around to find no presence of anyone else in the corridor.
Yet here stood a girl all on her own with a face he didn’t recognise and uniform that looked too fresh.
It was her.
The transfer.
And a Ravenclaw at that; he took notice of the tie.
Since he was on patrol, he had a duty to tend to students in need.
He tilted his head to the side slightly, as if trying to look at you from another perspective.
“Are you lost?” He asked.
“Yes.” You sigh without much hesitation.
There was no bother lying when you knew him leaving you alone meant even longer aimlessly wandering around the corridors of Hogwarts, and the next time you may not be so lucky as to run into somebody like him.
“Nobody gave you a tour around?” He furrows his brows.
“They…Sort of did? A few girls just kind of took me around with them.” You shrug. “But every corridor looks the same.”
“Well, it’s late. I’m assuming you’re going to your common room?”
“Trying to go.” You correct, momentarily glancing at the floor.
“Trying to go.” He repeats back with a chuckle. “This way.”
He gestures with his hand, beginning to walk ahead.
After a moment, you figured this silence, albeit surprisingly comfortable, should be filled.
“Are you a sixth year?” You ask, having to take about two extra steps just to keep up with his pace.
And you thought shorter people were faster.
The year had just started really, but there wasn't exactly much rest or fun for Cedric.
With O.W.L.s over last year, the N.E.W.T.s were next. Sixth and seventh year weren't the time for messing about, and he could sense that less than a week after being back at Hogwarts.
Plus he'd already been given a handful of assignments. His desk currently looked like a landfill.
But he chose not to worry about that just yet.
“Yes. You?”
“Fifth year.” You tell him.
“Hm. You’re not behind, are you?” He turns back to look at you, slowing his pace a little when he realises he’s speeding ahead.
“Behind?” You repeat in confusion.
“Like, academically. What with joining a new school and all." He clarifies, "We don’t really get transfers unless they’re from another magic school.”
“Oh, no, I’m fine. I came here from Beauxbatons.” You say.
“Beauxbatons?” He thinks. “You’re French?”
It was as if he hadn’t properly heard your voice until he made the connection.
And now, there it was.
“My mother is, and I lived with her most of my life. But this summer I moved here to live with my father.” You explain.
Now you spoke in a way that just captivated him.
There was a blend of the two accents, English and French, but on certain words one was more prominent than the other. Though he was hardly an expert on linguistics.
“Huh. Well, I hope you like it here.” He says, deciding not to pry on family details or why exactly you moved to England.
“Thanks.” You smile politely.
“It must be daunting to move countries.” He says, thoughtfully.
He now, unintentionally, refused to drop the whole 'new kid' thing.
“I'm like a…Fish out of water? Is that the phrase?” You say.
You’d been trying to learn English phrases since moving here.
Sure, you knew the language from your dad, but there were still things you needed to accustom to in order to fit in.
Some of them were quite entertaining.
He chuckled. “Yes. That’s definitely the phrase.”
The two of you turn a corner and are finally greeted by the Grand Staircase.
“The stairs move.” He tells you.
They may have been still right now, but oh, you knew.
-
On Monday, the first day of school, it had taken you ten whole minutes of standing around in confusion at the shifting stairs before you’d followed a group who seemed to know what they were doing.
Hell, even the first years were more confident in their surroundings than you.
-
“But going…That way-” He continues, pointing to the left of a staircase that split in two directions at the top, “-Should lead you to the Ravenclaw common room.”
“Thank you.” You nod, grateful for the help.
This boy might’ve been one of the only people you’d met here so far that actually seemed okay with speaking to you. Other than the one friend you'd made so far.
Hogwarts had a smaller student body than Beauxbatons did, but it seemed that by now, everyone was so well versed here.
You supposed it only made sense.
People had been friends since their first year, their first day. Their very first ride on the Hogwarts Express.
Newcomers were rare at this school, so even just one girl, you, joining at the beginning of fifth year felt like a change for everyone.
Though, people didn't make a big deal. You went quite unnoticed.
You were yet to tell if you were grateful or not for that.
But as you went to turn toward the staircase you needed to take, you felt his hand gently reach out to touch your arm, stopping you in your tracks.
“You do know about the riddle, right?” He clarified.
“For the common room? Yeah, I’m well aware.” You grimace.
Riddles weren’t exactly your thing, but they were the price you had to pay for the compliment, really, that was being a Ravenclaw.
Luckily you’d been successful so far in your endeavours.
On second thought, perhaps the door knocker was just taking it easy on you because you were new.
“Well, good luck.” He smirks, letting go of your arm.
“Thank you again.” You smile before walking ahead, climbing a few steps up the stairs before his voice came again.
“Wait. Aren’t you going to tell me your name?” His eyes are a little wider now, looking up at you as if you’d handed him an incomplete puzzle.
“I thought it was past curfew.” You give him a slight smirk, repeating his own previous observation back to him. “No time for talking.”
“Fine. Be like that, mystery girl.” He smirks back at you. “Say, what’s mystery in French?”
“Mystère.” You tell him simply, walking further up the stairs, attempting to suppress the grin from this little back-and-forth between the two of you.
Woah. He liked the way you said that. Liked how you sounded, even saying just one French word.
He wondered how his name would sound from her mouth-
Okay, he was getting really carried away now.
“Goodnight.” He spoke, just needing to hear your voice again.
“Goodnight.” You roll your eyes playfully, though he couldn't see with your back facing him.
He watches you go before walking off, a little grin on his face that matched yours.
-
“And where have you been?” One of the nice girls in your year, Sofia, whispered when you eventually found your way into the girls’ dormitory.
Her bed was beside yours which was cool; you appreciated having a familiar face with you.
You’d met Sofia on your first day and since then she'd refused to let go of you, saying you were 'like a deer in headlights, and deer are too sweet to be left alone'.
“I met someone.” You shrug, grateful you’d left your pyjamas under your pillow rather than in the trunk beneath your bed, meaning you didn’t have to wake up everyone else in the room.
“Someone?” She repeated. “At this time?”
“It was that Hufflepuff boy you were telling me about.”
Sofia’s jaw dropped.
It was sort of hard to see her in the dark light, but a rare moment of silence from her meant she was definitely shocked.
“Cedric?!” She gasped.
“So that’s his name.” You nod, keeping that in mind.
“Oh my god, Elora. You lucky sod.” She huffs, lying down on her side to face you as you sat on your bed. But curiosity won over and her butthurt act soon came to a halt.
“...Was he just as dreamy to talk to as he was to look at?” She pouts.
You shrug. “Something like that.”
Then, without another word, you draw the curtains to your four-poster bed so you could change into your pyjamas.
Okay, maybe they'd pass up the inherent drama and mystery of there being two Hogwarts champions, but I find it hard to believe that nobody at the Daily Prophet thought to play up Viktor Krum, the teenage prodigy who became internationally famous at the recent Quidditch World Cup.
WARNINGS: fluff, kissing, sort of established relationship, mutual pinning.
SUMMARY: Cedric slips you a note in class, which leads to the both of you sneaking out at midnight.
The note appeared during Potions.
You were copying down the instructions from the board when a small folded piece of paper slid quietly onto your desk. You glanced around, expecting one of your classmates to be giggling, but everyone seemed to be focused on their own work.
Slowly, you unfolded it. The handwriting was neat and familiar.
“Prefects’ bathroom. Midnight.
—Cedric”
A smile immediately tugged at your lips as you looked across the dungeon. Cedric sat with the other Hufflepuffs, listening carefully to Professor Snape as though he hadn’t just sent you a note in the middle of class. It was almost unfair how effortlessly he could act innocent while your heart was still racing from the message.
As if he could feel your eyes on him, he glanced over, giving you one of his signature smiles before looking back down at his notes.
You and Cedric never exactly announced anything, but being Harry Potter’s sister meant that things had a way of becoming everyone’s business. Everyone noticed the way Cedric always looked at you like you hung the stars, how you somehow always ended up beside him whenever there was a free seat, and how he never failed to walk you to class, making sure to carry all your books while still always having a free hand to hold yours.
By midnight, Hogwarts had fallen into its natural silence. You slipped through the corridors, your footsteps softly echoing against the stone floors. When you reached the prefects’ bathroom, the door was slightly open.
Cedric stood near the edge of the water, his sleeves rolled slightly up his arms, giving you a soft smile. Steam rose from the tub, drifting through the salty air, carrying traces of the sweet vanilla soap.
“Hey, sweetheart,” he said, holding out his arms, inviting you into them.
“You know, you could have just said you missed me,” you teased as you walked toward him.
A soft laugh escaped his lips.
“Well, I certainly do.”
Your cheeks grew warm as he wrapped his arms around your waist before leaning in to press soft kisses just below your jaw, enough to make you gasp. Cedric looked up at you, a smile spreading across his face.
You took the time to gently tug at the hair near the nape of his neck and close the distance between the two of you. His lips were warm, and there was a familiar trace of peppermint and coffee that lingered. With every passing second, the kiss grew more and more desperate. His tongue nudged gently at your bottom lip, asking for permission, which you gladly gave by parting your lips, only making the kiss sloppier.
Your fingers tangled in his thick hair as he let out a low hum against your lips. His hand roamed up the inside of your once-tucked-in shirt. You groaned before pulling away with more restraint than you usually managed.
“Ced,” you whispered, your voice breathless. “As much as I’d love to stay here all night, I do have exams in the morning.”
Cedric looked down at you, his lips still swollen and glossy, a protesting look on his face.
“And Harry would kill me if he found out about this.”
Cedric laughed softly, his thumb brushing up and down your waist.
“Probably a wise decision.”
“Probably?”
He smirked.
“I’m just saying, I think it was worth it.”
“Same time tomorrow?” he added jokingly.
You rolled your eyes, poking his chest.
“Don’t push your luck, Diggory.”
He laughed quietly before pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead, lingering just a moment before whispering in your ear.
“Whatever you say, love.”
You shook your head, trying not to smile too much.
“Goodnight, Cedric.”
“Good night,” he replied, watching you leave with a content smile on his face.
