𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐈𝐕𝐄 ✦
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⋆ pairing : 𝐂𝐞𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐜 𝐃𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐗 𝐅𝐞𝐦𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫
⋆ summary :cedric gives his quidditch jersey to reader so she could wear it while watching him play
⋆ tags: fluff, reader is a ravenclaw, confession, mutual pining
⋆ a/n : wow guess who’s posting after 2 weeks of procrastination✌🏻i lwk took some inspo from my last request lol. this is a bit longer than my usual work 😛
⚠️english is not author’s first language
The morning of the Hufflepuff versus Slytherin match arrived with the cold November wind. Inside the Ravenclaw tower, the chatter of students predicting the game’s score filled the air.
On your bedside table sat a neatly wrapped parcel , delivered by a school owl just an hour before.
You carefully untied the neatly tied ribbon, pulling away the brown parchment paper. Inside the parcel lay a thick, heavy, Hufflepuff quidditch jersey, smelling faintly of mahogany and broom polish. The yellow fabric was vibrant, with the name DIGGORY boldly stitched at the back.
Folded neatly inside the collar was a small piece of parchment. You opened it to find Cedric’s handwriting.
The stands get freezing during morning games. Wear this so you don’t freeze out there. See you on the pitch.
-Cedric
This simple gesture made your heart race. The feeling of his thumb gliding over the side of your lips a few nights ago felt like it was still lingering, you felt a flush of heat creep onto your face.
He did mention the match when you guys were talking a few days ago, he knew you were going to go watch the game.
But you usually preferred to blend into the background, but wearing the Hufflepuff captain’s jersey would make that impossible. Still, the thought of turning him down or leaving the jersey behind felt worse than judgmental stares.
You pulled the oversized shirt over your uniform, the sleeves completely swallowing your arms, and headed downstairs.
Walking into breakfast, the effects of the jersey were immediate. The shirt hung halfway down your thighs, the bright Hufflepuff yellow among the sea of blue and bronze at the Ravenclaw table attracted eyes - just as you expected.
Your hands tugged at the hem of the shirt, trying to sink away from the attention.
Padma gave you a smug smirk as you sat down next to her.
“Oh shut up.”, you smiled.
From across the Great Hall at the Hufflepuff table, Cedric was surrounded by his teammates, listening to a last minute strategy talk from up the table.
As if he sensed your presence, his grey eyes lifted, and he saw you in his jersey.
A genuine, quiet smile spread across his face. He offered a small reassuring nod, his eyes lingering for just a second too long before his teammates pulled him back to the conversation. Your face burned a deep crimson as you quickly looked back down to your bacon and toast.
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The atmosphere of the pitch was electric. The stands were full of exited chatters, divided between green and yellow. You found a spot in the middle tiers, wrapping your arms tightly around yourself to shield against the howling wind.
Below the stands, the two teams marched onto the pitch.
Cedric walked at the front of the Hufflepuff team, his broom resting on his shoulder.
Before he climbed onto his broomstick, he paused, quickly scanning the stands.
Then, he found you.
Seeing you in his massive jersey made him stop completely for a brief second. A small, genuine smile broke over his face, a warm expression meant just for you. He gave a subtle nod before turning back to his team. Your face burned hot despite the freezing November wind.
Madam Hooch stepped into the center of the pitch, her hand on the lid of the wooden crate.
Cedric climbed onto his broomstick, his muscles tensing as he prepared to launch.
With a sharp whistle, Madam Hooch threw the quaffle into the air, cheers echoed across the grounds, and the teams skyrocketed into the air.
The game was brutal, the Slytherin chasers playing with absolute aggression. Your breath hitched as a bludger nearly hit Cedric’s shoulder.
But Cedric remained focused, his eyes on the sky, looping and dodging, moving fluidly and quickly as he commanded his team precisely.
Then, a speck of gold flashed near the Slytherin goalposts.
Cedric spotted it, going into a nearly vertical dive, targeting the snitch. The Slytherin seeker diving right after him, trying to shoulder-push Cedric off his broom, but Cedric didn’t even flinch. With a sudden shift to the left to avoid another bludger, he extended his arm and clasped his fingers around the golden ball just inches before hitting the ground.
The Hufflepuff stands rised into a deafening celebration to their massive victory.
Down the pitch, Cedric’s teammates sprinted towards him to throw their arms around his shoulder, but before they reached him, Cedric did something that made your heart skip a beat.
He raised his arm holding the golden snitch high into the air, his eyes shooting directly up to where you were sitting.
Through the sea of yellow, he looked straight at you, giving you a bright, breathless grin, tilting the golden ball slightly towards your direction, like he was saying this was for you, before his team slung their arms around him in celebration.
The crowded, roaring celebration was a bit too overwhelming for you, so you slipped away from the stands early, wrapping Cedric’s shirt around you tightly as you walked back to the quiet, stone corridors towards the Ravenclaw tower.
The castle was almost entirely empty, the distant echoes of the victory celebration slowly fading into the background.
A sudden sound of hurried, heavy footsteps echoed from around the corner. You stopped.
You turned to find Cedric, still breathing heavily from the match. He was still in his muddy quidditch trousers, his hair messy from the wind.
When his eyes locked on you, who was still wearing his jersey, he stopped running, a look of pure relief on his face, his exhausted expression replaced with that same warm smile.
“There you are,” Cedric breathed, stepping closer.
The corridor suddenly felt small, he was just a few feet away, he smelled like rain, and the familiar scent of sandalwood.
“You left before the lap of honour,” Cedric said quietly. His grey eyes dropped down to his jersey, which still swallowed you whole, the hem reaching past your knees. “I was scared that you wouldn’t want to wear it.”
“It’s….comfortable.” you murmured, your voice barely above a whisper. Your fingers nervously tugging at the sides of the sleeves of the shirt. “Congratulations for the win, you were brilliant.”
Cedric let out a boyish laugh as his hand scratched the back of his neck. A faint flush that definitely didn’t have anything with the cold crept up his cheeks. “To be honest, I almost missed it, I kept looking at the stands…I wanted to make sure you were still there.”
Your heart swarmed around your ribs. You looked up, meeting his eyes.
“Cedric. I-.”
“I’m really glad that you wore it,” he interrupted gently, taking one step closer. The distance between the two of you closed.
He reached out, his long fingers lightly brushing against the yellow fabric, smoothing out a wrinkle that wasn’t really there.
“Seeing you there, watching me, really did something to me today. I don’t think I would’ve caught the snitch if you weren’t watching.”
The air between the two of you grew thicker, Cedric leaned down slightly, his eyes dropping to your lips for a second and suddenly lifted back to your eyes with intense gravity.
The distance between the two of you felt like inches.
Cedric looked down at his boots, letting out a breath before looking up to you like he had just resolved something deep down inside.
“Actually, I’m sorry,”Cedric said softly, the nervous sound in his voice was gone, replaced with a quiet,steady courage. “I don’t want to act like I don’t notice my own feelings, I don’t want to keep on guessing.”
You held your breath, your heart hammered inside of you.
“I’ve liked you for a very long time,” he said, the words coming out with a rush of honesty. “not just because you wore the jersey today. Every time you’re in the library, every time you’re giggling about something funny, every time you’re focused on a book, I’ve been trying to gather the courage to tell you for ages.”
Your jaw dropped slightly, the pure shock of the popular, Hufflepuff golden boy confessing to you making your mind go completely blank.
"Cedric... I—I've liked you too. For ages."
A massive, smile broke across Cedric's face, making his eyes crinkle at the corners. He looked relieved, as if a huge weight had just been lifted off his shoulders.
"Yeah?" he asked, stepping closer towards you, a playful but gentle spark in his eyes.
"Yeah," you whispered, a small smile finally breaking through your face.
He reached down, his warm hand gently sliding into yours.
Cedric didn’t say anything more, he just held your hand, letting the mutual feelings settle between the two of you.
"Come on," Cedric whispered, tugging you gently towards the corridor toward the Great Hall.
"Let's get some food. You can keep the jersey .But you're sitting next to me at the feast."
⋆a/n : idk how to describe a quidditch match my bad 😕 i hope yall like this one! reblogs and follows will be much appreciated!
pls don’t copy or put my work into AI 🤍