#cho chang

[aeshsar]

Yule ‘94

[atmyhighestpeak]

I will forever be angry when non-Chinese people run around complaining about how Cho Chang isn’t a real name. Most people with Chinese names are going to anglicize it for convenience in English-speaking contexts instead of just writing down the Chinese characters each time… that doesn’t mean their names aren’t ‘real’? 張秋 is a real name. There are real people with the surname 張 and real people with the given name 秋. If you think a cultural name sounds weird, or like ‘ching chong’, that is entirely your problem. You can hate JK Rowling without being racist and eurocentric about it.

“But Cho is a Korean last name” ah yes because we all know names are trademarked to one language and nationality alone. Forget names like Kai, May, etc which are commonly used across many different cultures.

“But 張秋 would be Qiu Zhang, not Cho Chang!” No, 張秋 is 張秋. It can be anglicized many different ways because it’s a transliteration, not a strict translation. The transliterations ‘Chang’ and ‘Zhang’ often refer to the same character. It’s almost like English isn’t the only language in the world

[themoonandthedogstar]

“Imagine you’re bisexual and both your crushes start dating”

[wcndertwins]

ron and harry in the fourth movie are literally the prime example of bisexuality.

the way they both went through a whole bisexual crisis: harry with cho and cedric, and ron with hermione and krum.

[vitalhollow]

The boy who pulled

Click or just watch it here for better quality 😭

[wbellab]

Obsessed | Mattheo Riddle

summary: Rumours that you are hooking up with Mattheo Riddle are all over the Hogwarts Gossip. You’ve transferred at hogwarts not even a month ago and you’re- wait are you even supposed to know who he his ? The whole thing is ridiculous. And you’re pissed.

pairing: MattheoRiddle x fem!ravenclaw!reader

cw: angst, fluff, cursing, mention of drinking, slight mamma mia reference (iykyk)

4k words

inspo: obsessed by mariah carey

"No way he really did all that ?" Your 15 year old daughter gasped at your revelation.

"Yeah!" you laughed, shaking your head. "Then he started throwing out all these shitty excuses men come up with when they’re desperate."

She blinked, leaning in. "I bet he was. But were they really excuses?"

You paused.

"Well actually I didn’t know he was telling the truth. So when he started begging me to listen to him, I just stared at him and I was like ‘Why are you so obsessed with me?’ "

20 years ago.

The Hogwarts Whisper

Okay, guys, grab your wands because this tea is SPILLING !

Our sources have definitely spotted Mattheo Riddle, yes THE Mattheo Riddle, son of Voldemort and the absolute HOTTEST guy at Hogwarts (Professor McGonagall, we know you’re not exactly a fan, but we see you), with none other than the new girl in the Three Broomsticks.

Is this the start of a new Hogwarts couple?

We’re not saying they’re a thing... but it’s looking suspiciously like it.

But wait, things are getting spicy ! Another source of ours claims she saw them in the restricted section of the library, right next to the Dark Arts aisle, sharing a kiss that was so passionate, even Ron Weasley would have dropped his Chocolate Frog.

Now, we have to ask, is Riddle trying to tip her over to the Dark Side?

He didn’t exactly confirm or deny it, but what we do know is that he definitely tipped her over to his bed… No, we don’t mean in a metaphorical sense–

Your heart dropped.

What the fuck ?

You turned to your new friend, Luna Lovegood, who sat next to you in the Ravenclaw table. The paper was still in your hand and you gestured to it.

"I’m going to have a panic attack Luna. What is that ?"

It was supposed to be a quiet morning.

You had just sat down at breakfast, half-asleep, your toast untouched, when the shriek came from the other end of the Ravenclaw table.

"Oh. My. God. You’re on the cover."

You blinked. "Huh?"

Before you could even react, a copy of The Hogwarts Whisper was slammed onto the table in front of you. The glossy, overly dramatic headline screamed back at you:

“Mattheo Riddle Caught Locking Lips With Mysterious New Girl in Restricted Section.”

Your face went up in flames. It couldn’t be you right ? But your name was clearly mentioned in the paper.

"No. This is insane. I didn’t—I’ve never—"

But no one was listening. Everyone had turned to look at you. Eyes widened.

Whispers buzzed across the hall louder than enchanted howlers. You could see girls glaring, a few Ravenclaws snickering, and somewhere down the table, someone gasped. Dramatically.

"Merlin’s beard," you muttered, flipping the page. It got worse.

One source claims they heard moaning next to the Dark Arts aisle. Another says she’s been under a Love Potion. Which, let’s be honest, is very on-brand for someone who wears last season’s robes.

You slammed the magazine shut and turned to your friends. "Who wrote this? Who let this get published?"

Cho mumbled, "It’s anonymous. Probably that nosy third year Hufflepuff-"

"I wasn’t in the library yesterday ! I wasn’t even near the restricted section! I was in the common room, writing a stupid essay on wand theory!"

Your voice cracked, slightly hysterical now. Your hands came to rest on top of your eyes. You breathing was shallow as you tried to keep your calm, trying to think about what could’ve gone wrong.

You’ve transferred from Ilvermony a month ago. Hogwarts was supposed to be a new start for you after what happened there. You were bullied, relentlessly. Whispers behind your back that turned into cruel jokes in the hallways. Spells cast when professors weren’t looking. Your wand yanked from your hand mid-duel, your belongings hexed to humiliate you, your name always twisted into something meaner.

No one ever really stepped in. Not the teachers, not your so called friends. By the end, you stopped trying to defend yourself. You stopped speaking in class. You stopped looking people in the eye.

So when your parents offered the transfer to Hogwarts, you didn’t hesitate.

"Well actually, it could be Riddle." Luna interrupted your thoughts. You stared at her in question and she continued. "It says here that he confirmed that you guys slept together. It’s quite explicit."

"How could he do this ?" You wondered out loud. "Why would he say things like that ?"

"Tell that to them." Cho hummed towards the Slytherin table where a group–including Draco Malfoy, Pansy Parkinson, Blaise Zabini, Theodore Malfoy and Lorenzo Berkshire– was sat. They were also checking the journal, although they seemed amused by what was written. Obviously they would be.

Riddle was part of their friend group. It made them laugh to hear about another one of his conquest being publicly outed. You looked back at the journal. The guy even had the nerve to give a personal interview. You felt outraged.

When Mattheo Riddle arrived in the Great Hall, he was oblivious to the commotion happening. He sat next to his friends, thinking about his next potion class.

"Long night ?" Theodore questioned, a smirk on his face. He just rolled his eyes in response.

"Bugger off." He grabbed a spoonful of scrambled eggs and poured himself a glass of pumpkin juice. Something felt weird. When he raised his head, he saw all his friends staring at him expectantly, a big smile on their face. "Okay are you gonna tell what’s happening now ?" He dropped his spoon on the table, folding his arms against his chest.

"Aren’t you gonna read the news ?" Pansy smirked handing his a piece of journal. He stared at it confused, dread forming in his chest. What did his father do again ? At this point he was expecting a handful of things.

But what he truly was not expecting, it was to see his name on the paper. He read the headline once, twice. He frowned.

His eyes scanned the paper, widening each time he read the most blatant bullshit ever written on a paper. He quickly slammed it on the table, eyes wide open in horror as if traumatised.

"What was that ?" He looked around at his friends, who seemed to have witnessed the best entertainment of this year so far. "I’ve never seen this much bullshit written about me and trust me, I’ve read a lot of shit by the Rita Skeatcher."

"Come on, don’t act oblivious. You wrote this."

"I did not." He felt offended that people, let alone his friends would think he would engage in something as irrelevant as gossiping. Did they really read the paper? Mattheo did not have the time for this. People already knew he could pull, why brag about it through a paper ? "This is an obvious piss-take. I would never say this." He gestured to the paper.

"Good point." Blaise nodded.

His thoughts seemed to clear a bit and that’s when he realised. His head snapped up, and he looked around scanning the Hall, looking for you. You were sat with your friends, furious he noticed. Obviously you would be.

When you felt eyes on you, you automatically turned your head toward his table, locking eyes. Your frown immediately deepened and you flipped him off, with both your hands. Childish, he pointed out.

You then stood up, aggressively and walked out of the Hall. Draco, who was the only one who noticed this interaction snorted on his food. Yes, Draco Malfoy snorting.

"Good job cousin."

Mattheo rolled his eyes. Standing up walking towards the entrance. After having done four strides, he immediately turned, walking back to his friends.

"Please find who wrote this and delete that shit." And without waiting for an answer he turned back, speeding to catch up with you.

"Hum… who’s gonna break it to him?" Pansy muttered.

"It was your idea. You assume the consequences." Blaise huffed.

"What ?" Lorenzo, Draco and Theodore stared at the two of them, confused.

"Pansy had this great idea to ruin Mattheo’s reputation after he pranked her. You know when he turned her hair yellow neon."

"You actually helped me write this, you hypocrite !" Pansy defended herself. Blaise simply shrugged at that.

"I don’t think it’s even possible to ruin his reputation at this point there is nothing to ruin." Enzo deadpanned.

"Hey I was desperate. We each have our own reasons to hold a grudge against Riddle…" Pansy muttered. "But I didn’t think he would get this." She paused, searching for the correct word. "Agitated ?"

"Well about that…"

You were strolling to your dorm. You needed to get your books before the first period started, that is if you even considered going. Your feet met the concrete floor with a loud thud, each step a confirmation of how furious you were.

You heard from behind quick paces. You curiously turned your head and to your own displeasure you saw the person you last wanted to talk to. Mattheo Riddle, with his hair all disheveled was trying to catch up with you. And he definitely seemed out of breath. All the smoking was probably catching up to him.

You rolled your eyes quickening your pace.

"Hey please." You heard him call out.

Still you ignored him. You were nearly running now, running away from him as he chased you. The situation was dramatic, a bit comical from an external point of vue. But you really wanted to get away from him. You were nearly there. You could see the Ravenclaw’s common room’s door right in front of you.

It’s when you felt his hand on your shoulder that you suddenly flinched and stopped right on your track.

"Don’t touch me you dirty ass rag." He looked taken aback by your sudden outburst.

"I-"

"No you don’t get to fucking talk. You fucking humiliated me. And for what? A good laugh? Why would you say shit like and lie about us having sex?"

"I never said this. Please just listen to me-" He nearly begged but you cut him off.

You did not care about him. You definitely did not sign up for this bullshit when you arrived. Having to deal with a guy was one of the last things you wanted to do.

"No I won’t. I know how men like you are. Pathetic. I’ll leave you to your miserable life. Continue bragging about getting me in your bed, it’ll make you look obsessed if it didn’t already."

You walk towards the door of your common room, thankful for the suspiciously great timing of the first year opening the door at this right moment. You definitely didn’t feel like solving a riddle while trying to get away from Mattheo Riddle (pun not intended).

The student awkwardly smiled at you, not meeting your gaze and you guessed that he probably heard your conversation.

Oh well. Something new to gossip about.

"I’ll fix this !" You heard his muffled voice, after closing the common room door.

Asshole.

Once you were settled on your bed, you decided that skipping your morning classes wouldn’t be that bad of an idea. You had advanced potions and you were enough prepared for your NEWT’s that skipping that one class wouldn’t hurt.

You glanced at the paper on top of your roommate’s night table, The Hogwarts Whisper. On the front page, a very realistic picture of Mattheo Riddle kissing someone (that looked very similar to you) against a bookshelf. You did not take the time to properly look at it this morning, but watching it more carefully you realise that it’s not even you on the moving picture.

You crumble the piece of paper between your hands before igniting it with your wand. This was humiliating. You would never admit it but you truly fell for his charms. Back on the first day.

"Hi."

You walked reluctantly towards the boy sitting alone in the Hallway. You were lost. Again. It was the third time and it was only the first hour of your first day at Hogwarts.

The boy raised his head, his cigarette not moving from his mouth and he just waited for you to continue talking.

"Do you know where the potions classroom is? It’s my next class and I don’t really know my way around here. I would have tried looking for it myself but I’m a bit late. And well I have this map but it’s hard to–"

"It’s just here." He cut you off pointing to the door behind you.

"Oh." You mumbled embarrassed, looking at the ground. You felt your face flushing. "Mmh…Thank you, I guess."

You quickly turned around knocking once on the door. Without waiting for an answer you opened the door, too embarrassed to be one more second around the boy. You apologised to the professor and found a place in the back of the room.

As if the universe was against you, the classroom door opened to reveal the same boy who had been sitting smoking just a few minutes ago.

"I’m sorry Professor Slughorn. I woke up a bit late."

"Come come, m’boy." The professor waved him off, returning to his lecture.

Misfortunately for you, the boy obviously sat next to you. Out of all the empty places around you. You turned to him and saw that he didn’t even pay you attention.

"You did not."

"Excuse me?"

"Wake up late– I mean that’s not the reason why you’re late."

"Wow you truly are clever." He answered sarcasm dripping from his voice. "I bet you’re in Ravenclaw right ?" He smirked.

"You see my tie colour." You deadpanned.

"I’m colour blind."

"No you’re not."

"How would you know. Do you know me?" He asked challenging you.

"No, but colour blindness is a condition that affects only 4.5 per cent of the population, population that is, may I add, muggle. It does not affect wizards whatsoever."

"So Ravenclaw?" His smirk was still present or his face, although it softened a little bit.

"What’s your name?"

"Mattheo."

"Mattheo what?" He frowned at that. Did you really not know who he was?

"Riddle?" He said but it sounded more like a question.

You stared at him dumbfounded.

"No riddles, just tell me." You rolled your eyes.

"It’s Mattheo Riddle." He huffed exasperatedly. Your face flushed a deep crimson colour.

"Oh okay, sorry."

After this, he volunteered to show you around the castle. You both hit it off pretty well. He spent three hours explaining every thing you needed to know to be able to guide your way around. He made a few jokes here and there making you laugh, and you always wittily retorted back which, as hard as he tried to conceal it, made him laugh too.

Eventually, you both started talking about your personal life, sharing deep thoughts you’ve each never told anyone before.

You’ve known each other for just a few hours really but it felt like you could both trust each other. It had been just a few days. But in the span of them you felt like he was your first friend, and somehow you were also the first person he truly appreciated.

Until that stupid paper.

"You should come to the party." Cho cut your thoughts.

You didn’t bother going for lunch nor for dinner. Your roommates have been kind enough to bring you something to eat, just a piece of bread with cheese and two blueberry tarts. This small gesture warmed your hearts and you thanked them although you weren’t very hungry.

They were now dressing up for the Hufflepuff quidditch victory party against Gryffindor. You were told Hufflepuff threw the best parties and although you wanted to figure it out for yourself, you did not feel like showing up your face ever again.

"Arghh… No I’m never setting feet out of this room." You retorted, your face deep in your pillow.

"This will be so much fun, you have to come please." Padma, another one of your roommates, tried convincing you.

You smiled apologetically at them. You truly appreciated how they wanted you to feel included but you genuinely didn’t want to party. They understood and after a few minutes they left the room leaving you alone.

Or that’s what you thought.

"Your head is surrounded by nargles." You flinched at the sound of her voice. She took off the originally shaped glasses she was wearing, and stared at you. "Is something bothering you?"

"I mean other than what happened this morning…"

"Oh yes right." She muttered. After a few seconds of silence she broke it. "You should go. To the party. You shouldn’t let Riddle hold this much power over you."

"I know but…" You had no explanation.

"In other circumstances would you have gone?" She asked. You thought for a few seconds then you nodded. "Then you should go. Don’t let Riddle have that much power over you."

You thought about it for a second. She was right you shouldn’t let him affect you this much. But still, it does. You really thought that something was going on between you two. That maybe he valued you as much as you did him. But you can’t really know someone in just the span of a few weeks right?

"Luna, I don’t know anyone."

"It’s okay I’ll come with you."

"You would?"

"Yes I mean I don’t like parties but I guess if this could help you, why not?" You warmly smiled at her.

Then you both started getting dressed. You wore a simple black laced top with a short black skirt and black boots. Luna suggested you wore a dark red lipstick, and you were against it until she reassured you it would really compliment your facial features. She herself wore a lighter version of your outfit, a long white skirt with a white top and light pink ballerinas. It complimented her fair skin and light hair.

The Hufflepuff common room was buzzing with music, you heard the sound of it even before entering the common room.

Once you were inside, the first thing you noticed was the smell of booze engulfing your nostrils, making you shudder a little bit. You turned towards the makeshift bar in the end of the room.

"Let’s get a drink." You turned to Luna and she nodded, following you like she promised.

You wouldn’t admit it but you lost count of the number of Firewhisky shots you drank after the second one. You weren’t used to drinking, a simple drop of it was enough to make you tipsy. But now you were absolutely wasted. Cho and Padma joined you when they saw you did in fact make it to the party. And quickly enough, you started swaying to the music amongst the crowd of students.

You were the first person Mattheo Riddle noticed when he entered the common room. It was hard not too. When you were in the middle of the dance floor, the sound of your laugh distinctive amongst the chatter, as you were swaying with the Hufflepuff’s quidditch team’s captain behind you.

You looked beautiful that’s also one of the first thing he noticed but he couldn’t help feeling bitter about the position you were in with that other boy.

"Hey mate, we’re going–"

"Don’t fucking talk to me." He cut Blaise off.

His friends eventually told him they were the ones behind the article. And well…let’s say that Pansy couldn’t make it to the party because she unexpectedly grew a snake tongue in her mouth. Blaise was still there, although his hair was not.

They didn’t mean any harm. For them it was just a simple joke. But Mattheo seemed to have taken it that badly that he also refused to speak to any of them (and he probably will for at least a month). And that meant even his brother and cousin.

He headed towards the middle of the dance floor right towards you. He physically couldn’t bear watching you dancing this close to another man. It was also his chance to explain himself.

"Please can we talk?" He said once he was close enough to you.

You turned your head and your joyful expression started to turn grim at the sight of him.

"You’re delusional if you think we have anything to talk about." You went back to dancing against the guy you were with. His hands going suspiciously lower and that was the last straw for him. How dare he touch you like this? Let alone while he was clearly talking to you.

He ripped his hands off your body, nearly breaking them as you gasped. The guy cursed him loudly, but Mattheo didn’t care as he grabbed your hand.

With a flick of his hand, the guys mouth was zipped shut. Satisfied, he guided you towards the exit of the common room, although you tried fighting back but your drunken body couldn’t do much against him.

Once you were both in a quiet corner, he decided to let go of your hand.

"What is wrong with you?" You frowned trying to stabilise your body. You were feeling extremely dizzy and Mattheo noticed, putting a hand on your hip so you wouldn’t fall.

"I hope you’ll listen to me now." he said, though his voice was softer than you'd expected.

You nodded slowly, barely holding yourself together. You really shouldn’t have drunk this much.

"Tell me." You mumbled trying to compose your thoughts. "Why are you so obsessed with me?" It was meant to come off as biting. Dismissive.
But Mattheo didn’t take it that way. He didn’t even flinch.

He sighed.

"Because you’re the first person that doesn’t make me feel like I’m completely fucked."

You flinched at his honesty, blinking hard as your slow brain tried to catch up with the weight of his words. But he kept going.

"And I can’t fucking help thinking about you."


His voice was strained now. Like it hurt to speak.


"You’re constantly on my mind to the point I just can’t help but crave having you near me. All the time. And it’s driving me crazy. It’s scary as hell and I know it sounds insane but I need you. You don’t even realize how much.


"You make it look so easy. So right. Like whatever I’ve done, whatever I’ve been, I’m not being judged. Not by you."

He took a shaky breath and pursed his lips, like he was trying to stop himself from saying too much. Then, quieter.

"I wouldn’t fuck it up. Not this. I wouldn’t talk shit about you. I wouldn’t hurt you on purpose. It would never be worth it."

There were still so many things he didn’t say.
How you made him feel safe in a way no one ever had.
How you listened without flinching.
How just existing near you felt like healing.

And maybe someday, he’d find the words for all of that.
But for now, this was everything.

"You’re pathetic." You huffed, but there was no bite in your voice. If anything, his words had sobered you up. Slowed your heartbeat in that dangerous, terrifying way.

"I know," he murmured. "Just with you."

You rolled your eyes but your lips twitched.

"You better deal with the paper."

"Yes." He was already shifting. "I’ll do it right now if you want."

You leaned in, your fingers brushing against his jaw, tilting his face toward yours.

"Right now… I’m thinking about doing other things." You muttered.

And then…

Dot dot dot.

"MUM! That’s disgusting!" Your daughter gasped.

"Don’t tell me you told her about The Hogwarts gossip thing." Mattheo appeared in the living room, still in his robe from work

"Of course I did. She had to know the truth behind her parents dating."

"You didn’t need to say the WHOLE thing." She yelled.

"I didn’t. The ending is kept open for free interpretation." You shrugged, an amused smile on your face.

She huffed getting up. "This is so going to the group chat. Uncle Draco’s definitely going to hear about this. You two need help."

Mattheo glanced at you with a smirk.

"Do you think we should ask Draco for that therapist he talked about ? Maybe our dear daughter might need it."

"I don’t think it’s necessary. She’s just jealous she’s not as fun as us." You answer teasingly.

"You’re both insane!" Your daughter yelled from the hallway.

Mattheo chuckled and dropped onto the couch beside you, wrapping an arm around your shoulder and pulling you into him. You went without resistance, head resting against his chest.

"You shouldn’t have told her." He muttered. "It’s an embarrassing story." 

"It’s a cute story." you countered, lips curving into a smirk.

He paused. Then sighed.

"Yeah well. Still awfully cheesy."

You just laughed, knowing damn well it was his favorite memory too.

a/n: this has been sitting in my drafts for three months. still not satisfied with the content but it took me a lot of time to edit.

[dianedelrey]

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Dear angel Lacy,

Eyes white as daisies . . .

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PAIRING :: Cedric x HUFFLEPUFF!Reader

CONTENT :: You notice the way Cho stares at Cedric and the tension between them. So you can’t help but feel jealous. As the yule ball comes closer, you feel anxious. Should you ask out Cedric? Will he ask you out? Or will it be Cho chang? The prettiest and most popular girl in school

CONTENT WARNING :: angst, comparison, miscommunication, might be ooc, no cedric doesnt die here cuz im not writing that part, happy end? Or no, read and find out, Cho x Harry if it helps

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Everybody was worried searching for their dates. Why dates you may ask? Well the infamous Yule Ball was being hosted of course! And so everyone was searching for dates.

Yeah you were asked out, i mean cmon, you have quite a reputation for your looks. But you had your eyes set on one person. A triwizard champion, Cedric Diggory.

He was beautiful, he truly was. Yet there was someone who was just as gorgeous, heck, they fit together so perfectly.

The calm, beautiful, gracefully composed girl who was smart and the beautiful, funny and popular guy who were both loved and adored by everyone.

Sure you were beautiful and loved aswell, but not as much as Cho.

You were merely just studying for the upcoming exam, because as much as the tournament excited everyone, studies still existed.

“So, who ya asking out for the yule ball?” Your friend Hannah asked.

“Im unsure.. Probably might just stay in the dormitory and fake being sick.” You replied.

“Oh cmon, many guys asked you out! There has to be someone! What about Cedric? The both of you would be perfect.”

“Isn’t he going with Cho?”

“Thats just a rumour, rumours arent true ya know?”

“I’m not asking him either way. Like I said i’ll probably just pretend to be sick.”

“You’re no fun!” The blondette huffed.

“Tough luck” you replied measly.

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As the day of your exam arrived, you went to your classroom, before a certain golden boy came up to you.

“Hey” he greeted.

“Hi Cedric, anything you need?” You replied.

“Well, I wanted to ask if you had a partner for the yule ball.”

“Why? You wanna ask me out?” You teased causing his face to turn red.

“Well, i didn’t say that, i’m just merely interested.”

“To answer your question, no I don’t.”

“Thats a shocker, i would’ve thought you had a date by now”

“Rejected the people who asked. What about you?”

“I’m unsure yet.. There’s this girl I want to ask but I’m unsure how to tell her.”

“That’s cute, is it Cho?”

“Where’d you hear that from” he froze.

Wait was he actually gonna ask out Cho?

“Ah, just rumours.”

“No, no.. There’s this other girl”

“Alright then, hey Cedric, let’s talk later, yeah? I dont wanna miss this exam.” You said trying to cut the conversation shorter and heading away.

“Wait- Y/n” he called out your name trying to get you to stop moving further. You pretended not to hear him.

“Dang it…”

“Did it work?” A certain Ravenclaw asked walking up to Cedric.

“No.. she walked away before even letting me ask her.” He sighed.

“That’s a shame..”

“Any luck with Harry?”

“Not yet..”

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You had finished your exam, ran right to your dorm and flopped onto the bed. Your friend soon after joining.

“Y/n, don’t freak out but… i saw Cho and Cedric talking..”

“God. Smart and gorgeous Cho. She always gets what she wants doesnt she. Isnt Potter also chasing after her? Why cant she just run to ‘the chosen one’ and leave Cedric alone”

“Well mind you Harry is mid controversy due to the whole Tournament issue.”

“Well yeah, but at the end of the day he always saves the whole of Hogwarts, doesn’t he? First year, second year, even third! He’s met the dark lord more than we have.”

“Yeah.. that’s also true…”

“I’m so irritated. I wish i was as gorgeous as she was.” You mumbled.

“Don’t say that. Just because a Lotus blooms brightly, doesnt mean an Amaryllis, which shines just as brightly, doesnt either.”

“I love you Hannah.” You said getting up from your bed and embracing her.

“I love you too, Y/n.”

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The day of the ball kept nearing and each time Cedric tried to approach you, you kept avoiding him. And each time you did, Cho appeared.

God, stupid Cho! She’s so irritating with her long, silky flowy dark hair, her pale skin shining as brightly as the moon and her gorgeous eyes which resemble a midnight sky. Her and Cedric just fit perfectly.

The Golden Boy representing the Sun, the gorgeous girl representing the Moon. You were not even a star compared to her. She was the epitome of perfection.

You couldn’t handle it. Everything she did irritated you!

Until

One day you were cornered by Cedric himself in astronomy class when everyone else had already left, as it was very dark and others wanted to head to bed.

“Have I done anything wrong? Or why is it that you’re avoiding me?”

“Why are you speaking to me? I don’t think Cho would like that.” You replied avoiding his gaze.

“I dont like Cho! And Cho doesn’t like me either, she’s with Potter. Now can you stop avoiding me and please just look at me.” He begged staring at you with those golden eyes that had you falling for him.

“But i thought you were with her..”

“Well you thought wrong. I don’t want her, i want you! And im sick and tired of acting like i dont, when it’s you! I want you and you only to go the Yule Ball with me.”

“But she kept coming up to you and i thought that-“

“She came up to me because she was helping me get with you. I promised to help her with Potter, she promised to help me with you. And you rejected every other guy, I didnt think you’d accept me of all people. Especially when you said you were reconsidering going to the ball.”

“I.. I don’t know what to say..” you stammered.

“Just answer me one thing and one thing only. Will you please give me the honour of being able to go to the Yule Ball with you?”

“Yes.. Yes, Cedric, I would absolutely love that..” you said looking at him, the moonlight and the stars shining upon the two of you.

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A/N :: yay, happy end happy life (not really rip Cedric)

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WOMANIZER

☆ "But no way I’m ever gonna fall for you… you womanizer"

Summary : fem!reader as a total womanizer + five iconic Hogwarts girls. Think chaotic flirting, messy feelings, jealousy, and maybe a bit of angst hidden under all the charm. If you’ve ever wanted to see Hermione roll her eyes, Ginny bite back, Luna unnerve you, Cho melt, and Pansy secretly catch feelings—all in one fic—this is it.

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Hermione Granger

You’d tease her in the library, leaning over her books with a smirk and whispering “you know, I learn better when you explain things to me.”

Purposely get in trouble just to watch her lecture you, then interrupt her with, “you know you’re cute when you’re mad.”

Slip her little notes hidden between pages of her textbooks, equal parts flirty and clever—stuff like riddles that only she could solve.

At first, total eye-roll. She’d mutter, “You’re insufferable,” and bury herself in her books.

But then, she starts noticing how much effort you put into knowing her world (even if you pretend it’s just to tease).

Secretly flattered, secretly blushes, but will never admit you get under her skin… until maybe she’s the one slipping notes back.

Ginny Weasley

She’s a firecracker, so you don’t play soft—you meet her boldness head-on.

Challenge her to Quidditch dares (“if I score more goals, you owe me a kiss”), or casually call her “Weasley, the heartbreaker… but you’ve met your match.”

Steal her butterbeer at the Three Broomsticks just to watch her glare before smirking and stealing it back.

She loves the chase. Ginny doesn’t melt, she fights fire with fire.

She’ll flirt back twice as hard, sometimes leaving you flustered instead.

It becomes this game between you two—everyone else sees sparks flying and assumes you’re together, but you both keep denying it while being way too close.

Luna Lovegood

You try your usual smooth lines—“you know, you’re the most enchanting person in the room”—but she just tilts her head and says, “I know.”

You catch yourself actually listening when she rambles about Nargles or her theories, which is weird because you usually don’t.

You find yourself doodling little stars and moons in your notes just because she said they reminded her of you.

Luna isn’t “caught” by charm—she sees right through it.

Instead of being swept up, she calmly throws you off balance, saying things like “You don’t have to pretend with me. I already know you’re softer than you let on.”

Somehow, she’s the one who womanizes you. She gets under your skin without even trying, and it makes you nervous because it feels real.

Cho Chang

You’re gentler with Cho, because you know she’s careful with her heart.

Compliments come softer, almost romantic: “You light up the whole common room when you laugh.”

You walk her to her classes, carry her books without her asking, and make her feel like she’s the only one you notice.

At first, she’s hesitant. She knows your reputation, knows you’re dangerous.

But the way you soften just for her makes her wonder if maybe she’s different.

She wants to resist, but you become her guilty pleasure—she finds herself waiting for you after class, even though she knows she shouldn’t.

Pansy Parkinson

Honestly? You don’t even have to. Pansy is already your partner in crime.

The two of you share secret glances across the Slytherin common room, smirking when someone falls for one of your tricks.

You hype each other up, and you’re the only one who gets to see her softer side when she lets her guard down.

She’s your ride-or-die. Pansy teases you relentlessly, but she’s also the first to defend you if anyone talks badly about you.

Secretly, though, she starts to realize she doesn’t want to just be your “partner in crime”—she wants to be the one you choose, the one you don’t flirt away.

And if she catches feelings, you’re in big trouble, because she will not go down without a fight for your attention.