𝙎𝙬𝙚𝙚𝙩 𝙆𝙞𝙨𝙨𝙚𝙨
{Cedric Diggory x Y/N}
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I’m sitting in the library with a pile of books stacked messily on top of one another in front of me.
I’ve spent my whole afternoon holed up in the library reading all I can possibly find on Slytherin’s history and everything that’s known about the Chamber of Secrets.
Someone pulls out the chair next to me and sits down. Without even having to look up, I already know who it is.
“Are you following me, Diggory?” I say, still not looking up.
“No, ma’am,” he says, running a hand through his hair.
“Why do I keep seeing you everywhere I go?”
“Is that a complaint?” he raises an eyebrow.
“What if it was?”
“Ah, but I know it’s not,” he grins, his prominent dimples appearing. “So what are we reading today, Clever Girl?”
He bends his head to try to look at the cover of the book in my hand.
“Secrets of Slytherin,” he reads with a frown. “Why are you reading that?”
“Because I’m trying to figure something out,” I reply, my eyes still scanning the same line over and over. I haven’t actually absorbed anything that I’ve read since Golden Boy has sat down here.
Cedric shifts my pile of books in front of him, and begins to go through them. I watch out of the corners of my eyes as he reads the title of all of them and picks up a random one and opens it.
“What are you doing?” I ask.
“Reading,” he replies casually.
I snap my book with a sigh, and I watch his lips form a smile.
“Someone’s happy,” I raise an eyebrow. “You’ve finally got my full attention. Satisfied?”
“Oh, very,” he smirks, putting his book down. “You want to finally tell me what’s actually going on?”
“What are you talking about,” I say cooly, my heart hammering inside.
“Well–” he picks up my book that’s titled, ‘Wizarding Mythologies: The Chamber of Secrets’. “Why are you suddenly interested in the Chamber of Secrets and about Slytherin?”
“Being nosy now, are we?” I say.
“Very,” he nods. “So please tell me.”
So I do. I tell him everything that’s happened since the first day of term. For some reason, I’ve just decided to trust him. When I’m finished, he looks at me like I've just told him some fantasy story.
“Why didn’t you tell me this before?”
“Because it’s not your thing to worry about,” I answer, not meeting his gaze. “It’s not your burden to carry.”
“And it isn’t yours either.”
I finally look up to meet his eyes that are filled with nothing but concern. How could I not fall for him? Sitting this close to him really gives me a chance to examine his features. Every girl in Hogwarts would die to be this close to Cedric Diggory– to be able to sit only a few feet apart and gaze at his beautifully structured face.
“Well, someone needs to stop the heir,” I say quietly.
“And that isn’t your job,” Cedric responds. “You’re sitting here, cooped up in the library, reading all of this– this bullshit that isn’t your problem to worry about.”
“Let’s go do something,” he stands up, reaching out his hand for me to take.
I look at it for a moment before grabbing it and standing up, following him out of the library.
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We end up on the second floor of the castle, in front of the painting of the fruit bowl.
Cedric reaches a hand forward, and tickles the pear on the painting.
The painting swings forwards to reveal the Hogwarts’ kitchens inside.
Inside, there are dozens of house elves bustling around, some cooking, some prepping, and some cleaning.
“Mr. Diggory!” they all exclaim happily when they spot Cedric.
“Frequent customer here?” I grin.
“I come here sometimes for midnight snacks,” he says with a lopsided smile.
The house-elves rush forwards, all of them taking turns to give him a hug.
“Mr. Diggory has brought a girl!” one of them exclaims.
“Oh and she’s beautiful!”
“Is this your girlfriend, Mr. Diggory?” another one tugs at the hem of Cedric’s jeans.
“Oh no–”
“We’re not–”
“Mr. Diggory’s blushing!” a high-pitched elf exclaims excitedly. “Oh, and what is the Miss’ name?”
“I’m Y/N,” I say, extending a hand, which the elf shakes excitedly.
“What have you come here for, Mr. Diggory?”
“Oh, I just wanted to bring Y/N by and show her around… and maybe pick up a few snacks.”
“What would you like today, Mr. Diggory?” A group of elves rush over to several ovens lined against the walls, and pull out different bakery items from each.
Croissants, biscuits, cupcakes, muffins… you name it, they have it all.
“I’ll let Miss Adair pick,” Cedric says with a grin.
“Wow, what a gentleman you are,” I say, going along with it. “Is this what you do to all of your girls? Bring them to the kitchens and try to woo them?”
“Oh yeah, all of my girls actually,” he nods very seriously. “They love being wooed by the Cedric Diggory.”
“Your ego is as fat as your head, Golden Boy,” I scoff, but can’t help but grin.
“And I’ll take a few biscuits and muffins please,” I say to the elves, who nod eagerly and begin wrapping up a basket of both.
“Good choice,” Cedric grins.
We thank all of the elves before leaving, and Cedric leads the way outside to the Black Lake.
Sitting on the grass, resting our backs against a large shady tree, we watch the sun begin to set, lying right on the horizon.
“These are really good,” I say, holding up a biscuit before taking another bite.
“Now you’re grateful for this frequent customer, aren’t you?” Cedric smirks, pointing at himself.
“I do appreciate his air-head very much,” I nod.
“That air-head just got you a bunch of pastries,” he remarks, raising an eyebrow.
He looks at me for a moment, as if he’s taking in all of my features and really analyzing them. I suddenly feel very self-conscious.
“I never noticed how red your hair actually is,” he comments, looking at my cherry red hair that is now more prominent than ever with the sun beaming down on it.
“It’s fading,” I say, picking up a strand and looking at it.
“Why’d you dye it?” he asks.
“I wanted a change over the summer,” I shrug. “I wanted to try something new. Why– does it look bad?”
“No,” he shakes his head, “Not at all.”
There’s a group of students taking an evening swim in the Black Lake with the Giant Squid.
“Do you want to go for a swim?” Cedric asks, watching me as I watch the group of students.
“No,” I raise an eyebrow. “Where’d you get that?”
“You’ve been watching them for the last three minutes,” he laughs. “They’re going to think you’re a creep.”
“Yeah?” I grin. “Then you’re a creep for watching me, Diggory.”
“How dare you,” he gasps dramatically. “You’ll pay for that, Adair.”
He sets his muffin down and picks me up, running towards the water of the Black Lake.
“WHAT ARE YOU DOING– PUT ME DOWN– CEDRIC DIGGORY– YOU PUT ME DOWN RIGHT NOW—”
Once we’ve finally reached the water, Cedric throws me in gently, and I’m full drenched, in my jeans and everything.
“Cedric Diggory!” I exclaim.
“Yes, that is my name,” he grins mischievously.
“Oh, you’re going to pay for that!” I shake my head, scooping a handful of water in my two hands and throwing it onto him.
He splashes me back, and it begins the war between the two of us, each one trying to get the other more drenched.
I attempt to shove him into the lake, but him being much taller than me gives him an advantage.
Finally, he eventually stumbles into the water, his hair soaking wet.
“Aha!” I exclaim with triumph. “My payback!”
“I actually win,” Cedric grins. “I was the one who got you into the water.”
“You drive me insane, Diggory.” I scoff, shaking my head.
“Yeah?” Cedric smirks, stepping closer. He stops when there’s only a few inches between us. I can count every single freckle that dots his face. “How insane?”
“Out of my mind crazy,” I breathe out.
He brushes a wet strand of hair away from my face, and cups my cheek.
“I lose my mind over you too, Clever Girl.”
And I do what I should’ve done long ago– what I’ve wanted to do since I stumbled into that compartment on the train.
I kiss Cedric Diggory.
And it’s the best decision I’ve ever made.
