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𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮 | cedric diggory

cedric diggory x f!reader 2,733 words warnings; nothing except for fluff<3 summary; cedric diggory had an idea. that was never a good sign.

He was staring again.

Out from the corner of her eye, she could see the bluish-gray of his irises, a rosy cheek squished against the heel of his palm where it rested, the fingers of his other hand drumming against the top of his desk. She shifted in her seat, color growing in her cheeks as she tried to focus on what Professor Trelawney was saying. Alas, between Cedric’s eyes boring into the side of her skull and the tedious Divination lesson, her attempts were aimless.

Her fingers curled around the edge of her parchment, her fists tightening with the paper balled inside them, her face so hot she was certain her skin would break out in a layer of sweat any moment. He was planning something. She could feel it. The only problem was, she had no idea what could possibly be going on inside that head of his.

The realm of possibilities were endless, and she found herself tapping her own fingers against the top of her desk, her opposite hand absentmindedly scribbling notes onto her piece of parchment in an attempt to ignore him. From the corner of her eye, she could see a blur of black and yellow as Cedric moved, and she blinked up to where Professor Trelawney stood at the front of the class, her back now turned. Cedric was leaning over the aisle now, his Hufflepuff scarf dangling in front of his chest, ignoring the looks he was getting from Fred and George where they sat behind them.

She pouted. There was no way in hell the Weasley twins would let her live this down.

“Meet me in the South Wing at nine?” Cedric whispered in her ear and she narrowed her eyes, turning to eye his features. His lips were curved into a soft yet mischievous grin, a knowing glint in his eyes. Somehow, she had a strange feeling about this. “Nine o’clock?” She scoffed beneath her breath. “You are crazy, Cedric Diggory,” she shook her head. “You realize that I am not a prefect? I’ll be in trouble if I’m seen.”

Cedric tittered and leaned in even closer, his breath a whisper against the shell of her ear and creeping shivers down the coil of her spine. “You know I’ll take care of you,” he murmured, her cheeks flooding with warmth. “Don’t you trust me?”

It was then that the bells from outside began to chime, indicating that the period has ended, therefore finally, Divination was over. She practically sprung from her seat, nearly butting heads with Cedric as she pulled the strap of her bag over her shoulder, making haste towards the exit.

She began her descent down the ladder leading to the hallway outside the Divination classroom and as soon as her feet hit the ground, Cedric was calling her name. She picked up her pace, her robes flying behind her as she dashed down the corridor, making it as far as the top step of the staircase before his hand was latching around her wrist, tugging her back into him.

“Cedric,” she whined, turning to peer over her shoulder at him. He chuckled, “you’re awfully fast.” She huffed, blowing a strand of hair away from her face. “And somehow, not fast enough,” she muttered. Cedric’s grin widened and his hands rose between them, a few rolls of parchment spilling over his knuckles. “You forgot your notes.”

Her chest heaved when she sighed and snatched the parchment from his hands, stuffing them into the knapsack at her hip. “So… you’re meeting me in the South Wing at nine, yes?” He said, hopeful as he swiped his tongue between his lips, eyeing the way she gleaned down to her shoes. She exhaled again, leaning her shoulder against the wall as students passed by and Cedric, too, leaned into the wall, stuffing his hands in his trouser pockets, awaiting her answer. Unfortunately for her, she was a sucker for Cedric Diggory.

“Do I really have a choice?” She finally asked, pinching her bottom lip between her teeth as she looked back up at him, to which Cedric’s lips peeled to unveil his pearly whites, and he chuckled, shaking his head. “I’m afraid not,” he replied. “So, I take it I’ll see you then? Say… in the courtyard?”

Her shoulders droop in defeat, but when Cedric draws in closer to her body until his toes were teasing the top of hers, she knew she couldn’t stay upset for long. She gazed up at the Hufflepuff boy, and it was then that she realized just how close he was, his breath looming over her skin. Her cheeks burned and finally, she tore herself away, taking steps backwards down the staircase.

“I’ll see you tonight,” she confirmed. “But if I’m caught, I’ll never let you live it down, do you hear me, Diggory?”

Cedric rolled his eyes as he watched her venture further down the stairs, “you shouldn’t worry so much. You’re in good hands!”

Sneaking to the South Wing after curfew proved to be a lot more difficult than she had initially anticipated. She wondered if Cedric chose tonight on purpose, if he somehow knew that Snape and Filch and Mrs Norris would be around almost every single corner. She huffed as she pressed herself further into the wall, hoping the shadows were doing enough to conceal her as Mrs Norris pranced by, thankfully not looking her way. She exhaled the breath she hadn’t realized she had been holding in as she turned into the– hopefully– empty corridor, looking around for Cedric.

Where was that boy?

She stopped in front of the door leading to the Clock Tower Courtyard to turn and peer over her shoulder, narrowing her eyes as she searched the end of the corridor to make sure the course was clear. She pushed open the doors as carefully as she could to avoid making noise, hoping that Cedric would be somewhere on the other side, waiting for her. She guided the doors closed behind her, wincing as they latched closed, hoping she had been cautious enough to not attract any attention.

She turned and blinked around the dark, empty courtyard, the boy in question still nowhere in sight. Her chest heaved when she huffed, crossing her arms as frustration swelled inside of her. It wasn’t like him to be late, but it was likely he could be messing with her. Cedric always loved playing games, but it was late and the wind had a chill to it, and the idea that she could be caught by Professor Snape had her on the very edge.

She turned around on her heels and was so close to slipping back inside the castle, but before she could even get her hands on the doors, a pair of arms slithered around her waist and her feet were lifted from the ground, the hairs on her body standing erect. Her lips parted and she nearly screeched, and she would’ve if she hadn’t realized who it was holding her close, her eyebrows knitted together when she turned to face Cedric, balling up her fist to give him a not-so-kind knock against the chest.

“Merlin’s beard, Cedric, don’t sneak up on me like that!” She whined, narrowing her eyes when he laughed. “It’s not funny. You know you happened to choose the night where nearly the entire teaching staff is on the prowl?” Cedric only rolled his eyes as he pressed her back closer into his chest, swaying them back and forth as he buried his lips in her hair. “You underestimate Cedric,” he murmurs into the top of her head, “Cedric is a lot more than a pretty face, you know.”

She rolled her eyes and turned in his arms to face him and even in the dark of the night, she was still able to make out the gleam in his eyes. “I don’t know what you’re thinking,” she whispered, eyes surging into his, her lips twisting into a scowl. “But I already think I’m not going to like whatever it is.”

Cedric’s bottom lip jut out into a pout as she began to slip from her arms and he caught her hands before she could detach completely. “You’re no fun,” he groaned, squeezing her hands even tighter when she whined, trying to pull away. “But I’m going to prove you wrong.”

She pursed her lips, giving up her attempts to tug her hands away from his to once again gaze up into the slate grayness of his irises, illuminated with mischief. Despite his claims that she should feel otherwise, she had a terrible feeling about this.

“Cedric…” she trailed off as he began to tug her forward by the hand, leading her through the moonlit courtyard, dread creeping down her spine and making her insides churn. “...where are you taking me?” She asked, her glare like a dagger against the back of his head.

If he could feel her gaze, he paid it no mind.

He led her outside of the courtyard and past the walls surrounding the castle, leading her further into the black of the night. “Cedric,” she whined, shaking his arm until his stride fell to her pace, glancing to where she walked beside him. “It’s cold. You couldn’t have chosen somewhere indoors?” She asked as he led her further down the hill until he came to a stop and she turned to gaze at the moonlit water ahead of them.

And it was then that she realized where he had taken her.

“Cedric…” she murmured his name in a warning tone, eyeing him as wiggled his hand out of her grasp and knelt down to work at his shoes, tossing them off somewhere behind him. Her lips fell agape, “Cedric!” She shook her head. “You cannot be serious!”

Cedric’s lips only curved into a crescent, beaming at her as he rolled his socks off his feet and began to shoulder his robe off of him. “What’s wrong?” He tittered, cocking an eyebrow to his hairline. “Scared?”

She pressed her lips together in a firm line and crossed her arms over her chest, scoffing at the Black Lake, the moonlight rippling in its waving waters. “It’s freezing out here, Cedric,” she hissed between her teeth. “And there’s… there’s things in there.”

Cedric chuckled, “I should know. I had to swim it to rescue you for the task last month, remember?”

She scoffed again and rolled her eyes as Cedric finally stripped down to nothing but his undergarments, backpedaling towards the shore. “So? Are you coming?” He questioned, the water rolling around his ankles. She raised her eyebrows and scoffed, “you’re insane, Cedric Diggory,” she said, disbelieving the scene as it unraveled before her. She could still make out Cedric’s grin even as he waded further into the water until the lake swallowed his shoulders, leaving everything except for his head submerged. “Crazy! And there is no way that I am swimming in that freezing, creature-infested water!”

Cedric rolled his eyes and leaned his head back against the surface, somehow reveling in the icy cold lake as if it were a warm bath. She shivered, chills littering her skin with goosebumps partly due to the breeze but also from just watching him. “You needn’t worry,” Cedric said as he rose to his feet, droplets of water dripping from his arms and chest as he gave her a little salute. “Your knight in shining armor is he–!”

Her eyes widened in their sockets and her lips fell apart in a gasp as Cedric tumbled backwards as if something had grabbed ahold of him, tugging him below the surface. She stepped closer to the water, searching the surface for any sign of him, her search coming to no avail.

A string of panicked curses tumbled from her lips as she made quick work of ripping her shoes from her feet, quickly stripping her body of her clothes until she, too, was down to her underwear. Pursing her lips and puffing out her cheeks, she willed herself to wade into the water– which was just as cold as she had anticipated it to be. But Cedric still had not reappeared to the surface and she knew that if something had really grabbed him, it was only a matter of time until it was too late.

“Cedric!” She called his name, shivering as the water rose to her shoulders, ice frosting her limbs and making her muscles numb, every move she made harder than the last. “Cedric!” She called again, her feet no longer able to touch the sand below, her arms swinging as hard as they could to keep her head above the surface. Her heart began to drum against her chest– how long had it been since Cedric had been dragged down under? Was he alright? Was he still able to breathe?

She squeezed her eyelids shut, trying to muster up all the courage she had to will herself below the surface despite her fears of whatever lurked beneath, despite how cold she was. Just as she had begun to take a deep breath, something latched around her ankle and dragged her down below the water, completely submerging her. Her mouth parted to release her scream as she snapped her eyelids open, still somehow to make out Cedric’s grin even below the surface of the dark lake.

She furrowed her brows as he circled his arms around her waist, trying to sneak his lips onto hers as she kicked and flailed, bringing them both back up to the surface. She gasped as air filled her lungs, her cheeks warm with anger as she watched Cedric brush his hair back away from his face, laughing as she pushed water into his face.

“You are such an arse!” She shrieked, her body trembling as the breeze hit her wet skin. “I thought something had you! I thought… I thought you were… ugh!” She kicked her way to an area where her feet could touch the ground, crossing her arms back over her chest as she turned away from him, glaring up at the castle. Cedric chuckled as he made his way over to where she stood, slithering his arms around her waist and dropping his chin to her shoulder, giving the wet flesh of her neck a few playful kisses.

“Awe, are you mad at me?” He cooed close to her ear and she pressed her lips together tighter, yet, allowing herself to fall back into his warmth. Cedric pouted, planting more kisses along the curve of her shoulder. “Please don’t be mad at Cedric,” he said, knocking the pitch of his voice up a few octaves. “Cedric isn’t a bad boy. Cedric loves you very much.”

She rolled her eyes again but couldn’t suppress the smile creeping up on her lips, breathing out a laugh. “You’re such an idiot, Cedric Diggory,” she tittered, twisting in his arms, his interlocked hands now pressing against the small of her back. She rested the sides of her fists against the slick skin of his chest as his forehead dropped against hers, scrunching his nose at her. “But because of my brilliant plan, you got in the water,” he muttered, shrugging his shoulders as he gently swayed their bodies back and forth. “So, you know, I’m not a total idiot.”

She scoffed, but it came out as more of a laugh as he nuzzled his nose against hers, breathing in her scent, drawing her body closer to his. “This is nice,” he murmured, pressing a soft kiss beneath her eye. She shrugged, “I could do without the ‘freezing my arse off’ part.”

Cedric chuckled and the tip of his nose dragged down along her cheek until his lips were against hers, gentle as they captured them in a soft, chaste kiss, the pad of his thumb soothing over the skin at the small of her back. Her heart stuttered in her chest as they pulled away, and she blinked up at him, reveling in the reassurance that she was in her boy’s arms, and he wasn’t going to let her go.

With her still in his arms, he kicked back off the ground, leading her further into the lake. “It’s a beautiful night,” he whispered, brushing wet strands of hair away from her face and behind her ear. “Let’s enjoy it.”

a/n; OMG I FINALLY FINISHED AN IMAGINE! so sorry this one took so long to write up and post, i went to disney world and universal studios at the beginning of may for my birthday so i didn't have any time to write and then when i got back home, i just didn't feel like writing lol but! it's been awhile since i've written for the best hufflepuff boy and there's definitely not enough fics out there on this platform for him so here you go<3

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snowvies · 11 months

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𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐫 𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧. 𝐜𝐞𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐜.𝐝

cedric diggory x fem!reader

"my white dress is getting wet, and your lips taste like vanilla..."

the heat was ruining you all summer.

bright rays the sun sent out through the window of the diggorys home blinding you as you slip your white summer dress on

the heat didn't even creep up on you as sweat stayed put on your pores and your face gave a sheen

as you made your way downstairs and heard pots and pans shifting, remembering the fact that you were going over to the Weasleys for lunch, making your way to the kitchen you saw Mrs.Diggory taking that opportunity as she washed the dishes

you leaned your head against the doorway and closed your eyes and let the cold fan run over you, just for a colder hand to be placed on your shoulder.

you melted into it as your eyes dizzily opened to see Cedric. he grinned, leaning down to kiss you as his mom scolded him

"help me out with these dishes, Ced." she sighed, wiping her hands on a rag as Cedric moved towards the sink without hesitation

"So.." you start,

"Do the Weasleys have a pool by any chance?" you question, slightly begging for a yes, jumping into cold water sounds like a dream right now.

you got a sympathetic smile from Cedrics' mother as she shook her head

"afraid not, but there's a lake close to their home...sure that's about as hot as the air though."

you almost winced at her answer, closing your eyes again as the sticky heat molded to your body

"Is it..." you heard Cedrics voice question, your eyes shot open and saw his squinting in front of the kitchen window above the sink

"raining?"

you gasped, running over to him as you poked your head to see for yourself. blue sky foggy and the grass lush as rain sprinkled everywhere, you let a surprised laugh escape your lips and rushed outside with Cedrics' hand in yours

you giggled when the warm rain met your skin, the humidity dying down as the thin rain coated you and the sky was no longer golden but a deep blue

you ran in the slippery rain as it relished in the drink just as much as you did, you turned to pull Cedric closer as the grin never left both of your lips

you moved to lock your lips together as the taste of vanilla flooded your tongue, your fingers slid easily on his hair to bring him closer as the summer blessed you with rain.

an: the heat has been killing me! making this for my imaginary relief!

#cedric diggory fanfiction #cedric diggory x you #cedric diggory #cedric diggory x reader #cedric diggory imagine #cedric diggory fluff #harry potter series #hp fanfcition #harry potter fandom

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snowvies · 11 months

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the snitch — cedric diggory ♡

requested by @converseonverse <3

cedric diggory x fem!reader, fluff, set in summer

you and cedric play quidditch, but the scales are most definitely tipped in your favour

only five minutes of the game passed before you realised you were absolutely going to win. when your friends had split into two teams for the game in cedric’s acres, you didn’t understand their complaints at scoring hufflepuff’s seeker.

you did now. cedric and you hovered, looking for the snitch amos provided you with. more accurately, you were looking for the snitch. cedric hadn’t taken his eyes off you.

“cedric...” you chided, jokingly, and he just smiled. too sweet.

the summer sun put freckles on your boyfriend, as well as a lit grin. with his hair bathed in a honey tone, and eyes brightened by this, you were finding it extremely hard to reprimand him for not taking the game seriously.

“you’re never going to catch the snitch without your eyes.”

cedric shrugged, “i’m alright with that. my eyes are occupied right now.”

steering your broom closer to him, you teased, “and what would they be occupied with?”

“you, my love.”

you laughed, freely, and cedric wanted to hear that on repeat. he was too far gone for you, for which you called him out. all with a smile.

but you weren’t as unaffected as you joked to be. the flush in your cheeks, your wandering gaze, that proved it.

as did the golden snitch that had been circling you two for five minutes, while your friends had packed up and gone inside for lunch.

🏷️ — @faeriieblush @it-be-me-ella

#cedric recs!!#cedric diggory #cedric diggory x reader #cedric diggory fluff

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snowvies · 11 months

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omg! this is so well written and so sweet!

silly girl—cedric diggory.

summary: based on ‘silly girl’ by chloe moriondo.

word count: i’ll add later. but it’s short.

fanfic no. 049.

flowers bloomed where he walked

angels sang when he talked.

you laid your head down on your pillow as thoughts of cedric diggory saturated each thought in your head, until even in unconsciousness you would be thinking of him. and he would brighten your dreams with a radiant haze, a golden hue, that left you with a faint smile upon your lips as you slept and dreamt.

in your own world, the one where you were happiest and the least alone, cedric was nothing short of perfect, nothing short of wonderful. in this world, the one that didn’t exist, you truly believed there was a chance he could like you back even a fraction of the amount you adored him. you could believe anything in this world and it would come true.

only would you snap back to reality when the smile you cast him across the room went unreciprocated, because he didn’t notice you. if he knew your name, that was as close to being friends as you were and might ever be. but you were so often thinking about him, it felt like you knew him. it was a harsh reality you were faced with when he reminded you day after day you didn’t know him at all.

but in your little world, you knew him.

but that wasn’t really him.

and today, as you sat captivated by the boy who seemed to be surrounded by a golden aura, you sighed heavily, wondering how you could have ever thought someone like him would fall for someone like you. someone who dulled in comparison, someone who was only tepid alongside someone so vivacious.

as class was dismissed, you packed your things slowly, absentmindedly as you caressed your sorrows gently, in the hopes they wouldn’t be too unforgiving, unbeknownst to the group of boys teasing cedric for turning pink. turning to leave, you dragged your heels against the stone floor, intently listening to the odd sound of friction from your own feet that you hardly noticed that of anyone else’s. not even the footsteps running up from behind you.

or your name being called repeatedly.

“y/n!” a voice called, followed by a hand on your shoulder. “blimey, you’re a fast one,” cedric chuckled.

bewilderment was slow to wear off, leading cedric to speak again when faced with your silence.

“are you alright?”

“yeah! are you?” you forced out, wondering if something was wrong or if you’d left something in class.

“yeah. can i carry your books?” he asked, a smile gracing his features.

“why?” you asked curiously.

he scoffed awkwardly. “well i don’t have to,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck.

“no!” you said quickly, shoving your books into his stomach and then turning to walk down the hall again.

cedric snickered a little, but caught up again with your books in his hands, just walking alongside you in silence as he thought about the best way to broach the subject after that encounter.

“do you need the answers for the homework or something?” you asked. “i haven’t finished yet but-”

“no, i don’t,” he interrupted you, but calmed your nerves with a charming smile. “actually i wanted to ask if you had any plans this weekend?”

stopping in front of your next classroom, to which you were five minutes early, you shook your head. cedric stopped too, recognising the charms classroom and asking if this was your next lesson.

“yes,” you replied, and he handed you your books back carefully, fingertips brushing against yours.

“not a bad end to the day,” he commented. “anyway, would you want to go to hogsmeade with me, then?”

“me?!”

“well, yeah. i’m asking you, aren’t i?”

it’s as if you were in your own little world again, a dreamlike state, which forced you to snap the hair tie on your wrist against your skin, wondering if it would startle you awake. but you stayed right where you were, and cedric looked more nervous by the second, the more you inflicted silence upon him.

“are you sure?”

“quite,” he laughed.

before you answered, you looked around the deserted corridors for someone peeking behind a corner and listened carefully to the quietness for the sound of chuckling in the distance. but there was nothing but cedric waiting patiently for your response, rocking between the toes and heels of his feet, hands in his pockets with his shoulders tensed.

“i’d love to,” you said quietly.

“great!” beamed cedric, running a hand through his hair, releasing a breathy laugh.

as students began to filter into the corridor, walking to and from their lessons, cedric kissed you on the cheek before strutting down the hall, leaving you in awe.

“see you saturday, 12pm!” he shouted as he turned around.

but today, thursday at 2:03pm in the afternoon, was the day your own little world and the world you were forced to live in everyday, shifted into each other’s orbit and began to merge together. the day you realised cedric diggory thought of you too.

🏷 @imabee-oralizard @finns-arm-is-mint @inkluvs @basicallyjustmuggleremuslupin @undead0relived @lee-says-things

#cedric diggory x reader #cedric diggory x you #cedric diggory fanfiction

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snowvies · 11 months

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ahhhh this was so well made! each character was spot on!

𝐣𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐣𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬, 𝐛𝐨𝐲 // 𝐣𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐲 𝐡𝐜𝐬

ft. harry j. potter, ron weasley, draco malfoy, tom m. riddle, cedric diggory, regulus a. black + bonus: sirius black

warnings. might be ooc but who knows? slight suggestive, house neutral, use of 'gorgeous' but it can go for any gender. established relationship, quite long, oblivious reader (we love it), flirting, insecurities (boys)

a/n. so obsessed with them... song was inspired by jealous girl by lana del ray. oh and also an edit of draco LMAO // experimenting with the format, thank you to my sister for dragging me back into my hp phase.

spotify playlist ; 𝐣𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐣𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬, 𝐛𝐨𝐲

𝗕𝗼𝘆, 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗱𝗼𝗻'𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗻𝗻𝗮 𝗺𝗲𝘀𝘀 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗺𝗲, 𝗺𝗲𝘀𝘀 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗺𝗲...

harry j. potter

𝗼𝗵 𝗵𝗲'𝘀 𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆 𝗷𝗲𝗮𝗹𝗼𝘂𝘀.

he probably saw someone standing beside you for a bit too long, way too long for his liking anyways.

or maybe how his hand was around your waist but he wasn't touching you, it was just lingering in the air.

maybe some random person hitting on you which, harry isn't surprised about since you are quite literally gorgeous. both in and out.

but what he IS surprised about is how this boy has the audacity to flirt with you!!!

harry side eyes them so hard. not you of course, you never do anything wrong <3

he was sitting with his friends, ron and hermione, you were meant to be sitting with him but your friends were begging for you to stay and he didn't mind, really, so you were off but within a few minutes a boy from ravenclaw decided that this was the perfect time to flirt with you.

at first he didn't understand what was happening, but when he saw him placing his ugly and dirty hands on your thigh while laughing way too hard at, what he assumed was, your joke, and saw how he looked at you, something clicked in his head.

harrys' first instinct was to rush towards you and that boy, push him out of the way and grab ahold of your arm and bringing you some place else. anywhere but there.

he trusted his instinct and did so. hermione attempted to grab his arm to sit him back down but failed. ron cheered his bestfriend on but stopped when hermione shot him a look.

harry rushed there, like speed walked over there. your friend group, you and the boy all whipped towards a very obvious angry harry.

you smiled brightly when you saw your boyfriend but it faltered when you noticed how.. tense and mad he looked.

he pushed the ravenclaw boys' arm away to which he recoiled and gawped at him.

"what do you think you're doing, potter?" he sounded very offended and honestly, harry could care less.

harry didn't respond straight away, rather, looking between him and you. but every time he stared at you and saw how worried you looked he eased a bit. just a bit.

"you. stay away from them." harry stated bitterly before wrapping his arm around your waist and ushering you someplace else with you waving goodbye to your friends with a sheepish smile.

𝗵𝗲'𝘀 𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆 𝗽𝗼𝘂𝘁𝘆. 𝘀𝗼. 𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆. 𝗽𝗼𝘂𝘁𝘆.

he's gripping onto your arm tightly and you wince, he notices this and stops immediately.

but still drags you somewhere else and you notice how he's pouting and he looks so adorable :(((

you have to stop yourself from smiling from his cuteness <3

when he finally stops dragging you and stops at a somewhat secluded place you question what was wrong and he sighs.

he explains how that " stupid and ugly git" was straight out flirting with you and you're appalled!!

and he's pouty and all when he's explaining to you about his behaviour, holding your hands as he spoke which was quite adorable.

you reassure him that you love him (and will always) and you'd stay far away from that 'nasty boy'

𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗯𝗲 𝗯𝗶𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗵𝗮𝘁𝗿𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗼𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗱𝘀 𝗵𝗶𝗺 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝘆 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝗮𝗺𝗲.

harry plays little.. games on him using his invisibility cloak. when you around of course! he loves it when you smile and giggle from seeing the ravenclaw boy get doused with a green slimly substance that reeks of dung.

he pulls on his cloak, places many devices on his cloak or his clothing that makes him smell.

throughout the whole year, the ENTIRE years of staying at hogwarts he will hold a grudge against him. no buts and ifs.

he does not appreciate it when someone flirts with somebody who they know is taken. know is the keyword.

𝗵𝗲 𝘁𝗿𝘂𝘀𝘁𝘀 𝘆𝗼𝘂, 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗶𝗻𝘀𝗲𝗰𝘂𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗶𝗲𝘀 𝗴𝗲𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗯𝗲𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗼𝗳 𝗵𝗶𝗺.

harry is used to getting attention, he has gotten publicity ever since the word of him surviving the dark lord spread like wildfire.

but he still has insecurities, like everybody. sometimes he feel that he is a burden to you, all the hate and constant questioning and invasion of privacy you're getting all because of him.

when he sees him flirting with you he can't help but feel his heart burn and ache in pain. maybe you're better off without him.

but all his worries and negative thoughts fade away as soon as your hand gently and tenderly cups his cheek, as soon as you reassure and tell him that you only love him—his worries? gone. his doubts? where?

𝗵𝗲'𝘀 𝗴𝗹𝘂𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝘀𝗶𝗱𝗲.

before you were dating he was by your side or near you, giving you/everybody excuses for why he was so close to you all the time

and now that you're dating? yep, no personal space! unless you need it of course.

but ever since you have been hit on he is watching you AND him like a hawk, ready to pounce and swoop right in when he's in your vicinity.

and you understand him, so he's more than happy when you allow him to keep an eye out for you (he always did but oh shush)

𝗵𝗲'𝘀 𝗮 𝘀𝗵𝗼𝘄 𝗼𝗳𝗳

harry always tried to show off his skills, ever since he laid eyes on you. and this didn't change at all when you two got together and it didn't change when that boy flirted with you

it instead, fueled his need to show off, only for you though

whether it be doing flips and tricks on his firebolt, letting you go on it while he rode it, letting you see new spells he learnt from his teachers (pretend you aren't surprised) and so on.

he shows you all the secret passage ways to go into hogsmeade and sneaks you in with the both of you two under his invisibility cloak.

he just wants to let you know that he loves you so much more than that git.

𝗵𝗲'𝘀 𝘀𝘁𝘂𝗯𝗯𝗼𝗿𝗻.

harry wont outright say that he's jealous but wont deny.

he thinks that it's silly. really? him? the boy who lived, the boy who faced the dark lord, voldemort, was jealous all because of his insecurities being triggered by some boy? no. way.

he will try to hide his red and annoyed face when you both lock eyes, making excuse that he was simply hot when it was literally snowing.

he acts like it's nothing, he hides his feelings from you, he really doesn't want to but sometimes people just don't know what to do with their feelings

it may lead to him breaking down in front of you. pull him into a hug, let him rest his head on your chest as you soothe his hair and reassure him.

𝗪𝗵𝘆? '𝗖𝗮𝘂𝘀𝗲 𝗜'𝗺 𝗮 𝗷𝗲𝗮𝗹𝗼𝘂𝘀, 𝗷𝗲𝗮𝗹𝗼𝘂𝘀, 𝗷𝗲𝗮𝗹𝗼𝘂𝘀 𝗯𝗼𝘆

ron weasley

honestly! have you seen him in gof (goblet of fire)? this guy gets 𝗷𝗲𝗮𝗹𝗼𝘂𝘀 𝗷𝗲𝗮𝗹𝗼𝘂𝘀.

he clenches his jaw when he sees some random guy from slytherin come up to you as you're studying with your friends and just.. stand there, next to you

he hasn't done anything yet but ron knows better. harry notices how tense and agitated his bestfriend is and follows his eyes and that's when he saw a guy from slytherin talking to you, staring down at you in awe .

oh, oh. harry knows what's up now. he nudges hermione who was writing down notes from their previous lesson. she looks annoyed at first but after looking at ron before looking at you, she understands what's happening and smirks.

"ron, don't you think you should grab y/n now? you wouldn't want him to snatch them up do you, now?"

he only grunts in response and grumbles angrily before (after harry cheered him on with a grin) standing up and stomping towards you, well, more like the boy really.

"oooh, well look who it is! a weasley! what? are you here to.." his voice trails off as he makes eye contact with you. you're giving him a stern, mother look.

he bites back his words and glares at ron. "why- i can't talk about him now?" "shut it, go away, i want to be with my boyfriend now."

you can hear him mumbling something along the lines of "i can't believe this!" and "dating a weasley? they're mad!"

while the boy is walking away you could see ron smiling proudly. "yeah that's right, im her boyfriend, skedaddle you git"

𝗵𝗲 𝗴𝗲𝘁𝘀 𝗷𝗲𝗮𝗹𝗼𝘂𝘀 𝗼𝗳𝘁𝗲𝗻, 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗳𝗲𝗲𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗴𝗼𝗲𝘀 𝗮𝘄𝗮𝘆 𝗶𝗻 𝗮 𝘀𝗻𝗮𝗽.

ron gets jealous very easily, and often.

all the constant teasing whenever he's around you, all the snickers he gets when he walks by with your arms looped with you as you two stroll through hogsmeade, make his head swarm with insecurities.

but naturally, it goes away when you state that you already have a boyfriend and point at him or when you straight out say that you're proud that he's your boyfriend, poor or not.

it makes him proud. he pulled someone like you, so good looking, kind and not afraid to let everybody know that you two are together.

his doubts? gone.

his heart thumps against his chest when he hears your words and it instantly reassures him, a proud smile spreads across his face as he pulls you into a hug, not caring about the stares that your friends are giving him.

𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗷𝗲𝗮𝗹𝗼𝘂𝘀𝘆 𝗳𝗮𝗹𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘀, 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗶𝗻𝘀𝗲𝗰𝘂𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗶𝗲𝘀 𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗿.

ever since getting together he has felt insecure, his status and looks.

sometimes he doubts himself, how could someone like you, ever like someone like him? poor, either average or not-so-good grades and... poor..

when he sees you talking to someone that is richer than him, much more handsome and whatnot his heart cant help but pang in pain.

you're much better off without him.

he beats himself too much honestly :((

so when your eyes lock with his and when he sees how you break into a big smile, when he sees you running towards him and jump into his arms, everything seems to fade away like it was never there to begin with.

just like harry, 𝗵𝗲'𝘀 𝘀𝘁𝘂𝗯𝗯𝗼𝗿𝗻.

ron will never admit that he's jealous. unless he gets really irritated from the constant flirting and his insecurities, then he may lash out and confess his jealousy/feelings.

he'd change topics whenever you bring it up.

"hey ron?" "yes.... love?" you can hear the worry in his voice but carry on, "do you like ever get jealous? because i feel like that one time-" "aaaaah yes, look! the owls are here!" he looks up and points at nothing.

"ron, baby, there's nothing. i think you ought to get some glasses like harry, right harry?" you quirk your brows and eye harry who lifts one finger up as he chews faster before replying, "oh yeah, definenetly."

draco malfoy

mmm yes, 𝗵𝗮𝘁𝗿𝗲𝗱.

the second he laid eyes on both you and the guy sitting next to you he's already plotting a plan to murder the boy.

maybe not murder but who's gonna stop him?

the worst bit was that he KNEW who it was!! it was his friend!! betrayal is what it is.

bombASTIC side eye. like he's side eyeing him so hard.

if looks could kill they'd be on the floor already ;(

draco was fine with him honestly, he was in his house and they all hated the same people.

but as SOON as he sees him sitting extremeeeeely close to you, the liking of him goes away, literally any positive feeling that he had about him is gone

not only that but he'll 𝘁𝗵𝗿𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗺 𝗼𝗿 𝗺𝗮𝘆𝗯𝗲 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗻 𝗵𝗲𝘅 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗺, yes, you heard me correctly, or, saw..

he goes into the library to flip through all the dark art/magic books and everybody is looking at him because he NEVER comes into the library, unless you're there of course or when you're dragging him there to study and whatnot.

goes to professor snape as well.

"professor.. may i ask, what are one of the hexes you can bewitch on someone? .... the horrible ones, just for research sir"

honestly snape does not care and tells him, if only he knew...

and so while you're by his side just rambling about your next class he secretly pulls out his wand which is covered by his cloak, and points it to the victim and proceeds to hex him

the stinging hex

yeah.... now the 'poor boy' is literally howling in pain.

sigh, 𝘁𝗵𝗿𝗲𝗮𝘁𝘀..

"my father will be hearing about you!" or, "come close to y/n again and you will be met with something an eye has never seen before!"

draco, im pretty sure that your father is sick of you complaining to him about some 'brute'

and if he's nice enough, he won't hex them, he'll just warn them that he will hex them within a few weeks <333 lovely, isn't it?

𝘀𝗼 𝘀𝗼 𝗰𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘆 it's kind of scary, for everybody anyways.

he's not thaaaat clingy but when he's jealous? yeah... a WHOLE different person.

head on your shoulder, his arm wrapped around your shoulder, his hand pressed against your back as you two walk in the hallways, so so touchy.

𝘀𝗼 𝗽𝗲𝘁𝘁𝘆, he tries his HARDEST to ignore you but every time he forces himself to turn the other way when he sees you waving at him with your bright and stupid smile, his heart aches.

he hates it, he doesn't want to ignore you but he's so petty.

but don't worry! it wont last forever as he gives in with your pretty face.

"ugh, you and that stupid face of yours... and no i am not calling you ugly."

𝗜𝗳 𝗜 𝗰𝗮𝗻'𝘁 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗯𝗮𝗯𝘆, 𝗶𝗳 𝗜 𝗰𝗮𝗻'𝘁 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗯𝗮𝗯𝘆

tom m. riddle

ooouu he's fighting the urge to just crucio this person right now, he's a 𝘀𝗰𝗮𝗿𝘆 𝗷𝗲𝗮𝗹𝗼𝘂𝘀 𝘁𝘆𝗽𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝗽𝗲𝗿𝘀𝗼𝗻, not to you of course, you're his cute little ball of sunshine!

unless you're not.. but! you're still so cute and bubbly (even if you aren't but shush, you are to him!!)

but alas, he can not. he would expelled if he did or worse, go to azkaban.. and of course he doesn't want to leave his cute lil lover

but it wouldn't hurt to do it secretly right...?

𝗵𝗲'𝘀 𝘀𝘂𝗱𝗱𝗲𝗻𝗹𝘆 𝘁𝗵𝗲 #𝟭 𝗺𝗼𝘀𝘁 𝗮𝗳𝗳𝗲𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝗮𝘁𝗲 𝗽𝗲𝗿𝘀𝗼𝗻 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗿𝗲 𝘀𝗰𝗵𝗼𝗼𝗹. like WAY more hugs and pda than usual

and people (thankfully) get the hint and strays away from you.

tom always has his arm around your waist and you're practically hip to hip every day, walking through the halls, going outside, going to hogsmeade and etc.

he's keep his hand on your shoulder to make sure that everybody knows that you're his. also because he likes it there :)

hands intertwined forever!! loves the feeling of your palm against his, loves to tell the difference between your hands to his, if yours is softer, smoother, calloused, etc.

while you two are walking through the hall (hip to hip) and he *can just* sense that there's a person right behind you who has their eye on you, he slowly turns his head around but not enough for you to notice and just side eyes them like damn

𝗵𝗲 𝗿𝗮𝗿𝗲𝗹𝘆 𝗴𝗲𝘁𝘀 𝗷𝗲𝗮𝗹𝗼𝘂𝘀, 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗵𝗲'𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗶𝗻𝘀𝗲𝗰𝘂𝗿𝗲 𝗮𝘀 𝘄𝗲𝗹𝗹! he has quite an ego but not an abnormally large one. he knows he's not ugly and never doubts himself.

(and he makes sure that you aren't doubting yourself!!)

so he never gets reaaally jealous or doubts himself when he sees someone eyeing you suspiciously.

he can control his temper but sometimes he lets some actions slip. for example: clenching his jaws and eyeing the soon-to-be-hexed-victim and not taking his eyes off of them.

and when his temper goes off the radar? now you've gone done it.

good luck, you'll need it.

𝘁𝗼𝗺 𝗶𝘀 𝗽𝗼𝘀𝘀𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝗷𝗲𝗮𝗹𝗼𝘂𝘀.

but not a toxic type of possessive although many people would believe him to be, but he's not!!

he would never dream of hurting you mentally or physically. he'd try to.. lets say 'mark' you.

giving you his jumper/jacket even when it's not cold, secretly giving you a few spritz of his signature fragrance on your cloak when you're not looking or distracted, giving you a few of his jewelry that he loves dearly.

just wants everybody to know that you're his :)

if you're in a different house than his he will make sure to 𝗴𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝗮 𝗹𝗲𝗰𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗲 on how they should not touch you inappropriately, talk to you nicely or else, NEVER help you for assessments UNLESS you ask them, he wants to help you himself!!

tom is one clingy baby

cedric diggory

oh our precious boy :(

𝗵𝗲 𝗕𝗔𝗥𝗘𝗟𝗬 𝗴𝗲𝘁𝘀 𝗷𝗲𝗮𝗹𝗼𝘂𝘀!! he trusts you to the MAX, he knows that you will never leave him for some git guy who you barely know

cedric is pretty popular in hogwarts so that mean that everybody knows that you're his lover (unless you or he wants to keep it a secret but why would he?? he would be proud to have someone like you!)

but when cedric does get jealous... it's not so bad actually!!! he's never that jealous. well not jealous to the point where he despises them for his whole life and give them death glares, good god, never.

but when he sees a guy that he doesn't really like talking to you and leans too close to you, it pulls on his heartstrings and he hates it.

inside he's thinking "now why would you do that?! you have the AUDACITY to talk to my one and only!!!"

walks over to you two and smiles innocently and asks if you want him to walk you class as the next lesson is starting soon, you nod cuz?!?! how could you say no to your pretty boyfriend?!? and so you get up and leave the poor guy sitting beside you and hold onto cedric's arm and you two are off to class <3

𝗴𝗲𝘁𝘀 𝗮 𝗹𝗶𝘁𝘁𝗹𝗲 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝘁𝗲𝗰𝘁𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝘆𝗼𝘂, i mean he can be protective when he needs to but he knows you can handle your problems by yourself. you're a strong woman after all.

but after seeing you hang out with that guy he makes sure to subtly let them know that you're already taken (shouldn't he already know??)

swapping scarves, making sure to be by your side all the time, his hand on your waist, giving you his fragrance so that you could use it all the time (and then the guy sniffs the air and he's like "why do you smell like cedric?")

𝗰𝗲𝗱𝗿𝗶𝗰 𝗺𝗮𝗸𝗲𝘀 𝗶𝘁 𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆 𝗼𝗯𝘃𝗶𝗼𝘂𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘁𝘄𝗼 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗧𝗢𝗚𝗘𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗥 𝗧𝗢𝗚𝗘𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗥 but somehow the boy just doesn't get it!!

when he asks you for help in potions class cedric butts in and offers to help him instead of you, and you don't miss the pout on his face as he turns away.

he tries to show off his skills in quidditch to which you only smile at before cedric shows up and proceeds to just make the guy look like he was a joke.

and everybody including cedric and you notices how red and angry he looks like.. calm down

𝗵𝗲'𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘁𝘆𝗽𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗮𝗹𝗸 𝘁𝗼 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗮𝗯𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗶𝘁, 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗳𝗲𝗲𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀, 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵𝘁𝘀 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘀𝗼 𝗼𝗻. for the other boys it may take them forever to talk to you about it, but cedric? only takes about a day or so, depending on how much the boy is bothering you.

when you're away from the pestering boy and your friends he pulls you aside and talks to you about what he thinks about the guy and how he's feeling.

you understand his words and nod along, agreeing with what he said. "i'll keep your words in mind, if it makes you more comfortable i could maybe talk to him about it? maybe ignore him?"

cedric is more than happy when you do ignore him/talk to him about it.

and at the end of the day and from that very day he walks by you and cedric with a scowl and a red face.

𝗝𝗲𝗮𝗹𝗼𝘂𝘀, 𝗷𝗲𝗮𝗹𝗼𝘂𝘀, 𝗷𝗲𝗮𝗹𝗼𝘂𝘀 𝗯𝗼𝘆

regulus a. black

𝗱𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗵 𝗴𝗹𝗮𝗿𝗲𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲, 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲. regulus always had to give everybody death stares, even if it wasn't intentional. but to you? his gaze softens, his face seems to rest, his body relaxes and his heart starts to beat fast.

so there is, without a doubt that he will give everybody death stares and dirties except you.

and it didn't change when you two got into a relationship.. like at all... so when he sees somebody stare at you for too long (over 8 seconds) he walks over to you, passing the person and giving the most death glariest of them all.

and of course they turn their head around and pretend to focus on their work.

"mm oh yes.. this and that..." and then they stop muttering once they feel that regulus is away but when they turn to look at you once more they see regulus sitting right beside you, and even though his head is turned to face you, with a soft smile on his face, they can see that regulus is glaring at them at the same time.

scary.

𝗽𝗿𝗼𝘁𝗲𝗰𝘁𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗠𝗔𝗫, the bar is FILLED.

before you two started to date he would always be within you vicinity, some may say that it was creepy or stalker behaviour but he really just didn't want you to be bullied by his fellow slytherin so called "friends"

and the first time he saw them bully you he immediately decided, right there and then, to ignore them for the rest of his life, never help them with their homework or even interact with them. not when they hurt and outright said many hurtful things to your face.

he would be sitting beside a large tree, pretending to do his work in his book while watching you like a hawk

and when regulus sees his ex-friends or somebody/a group of people walking up to you that he deems suspicious he's quick to mutter a jinx and watch the scene unfold

many people that were around that area burst out laughing from seeing someone with jelly-like legs, and best of all, you were laughing as well!!

so you can best believe that regulus will always be there for you, jinxing whoever dares to mess with you and making sure no teachers can do a counter-curse.

𝗮 𝗹𝗶𝘁𝘁𝗹𝗲 𝗯𝗶𝘁 𝗽𝗲𝘁𝘁𝘆. just a little bit...

but he won't ignore you on purpose forever you know, he's not that mean and petty. but when he's feeling VERY jealous then he may just give you the cold shoulder, for 10 seconds aprox, or less.

𝗮𝗵 𝘆𝗲𝘀, 𝘁𝗵𝗿𝗲𝗮𝘁𝘀. "i will jinx you. don't make me." "come near y/n ever again and my wand might just be in my hand and i may just accidentally flick my wand, that is coincidentally pointed at you, and 'accidentally' jinx you! or worse, hex."

he even uses his house as a threat.

"as you know.. my house is slytherin, and if you didn't know, most slytherins as the people say, are death eaters. so watch yourself now. come close to y/n and don't be surprised if the dark lord appears in your room."

𝗿𝗲𝗴𝘂𝗹𝘂𝘀 𝗯𝗲𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗲𝘀 𝗺𝘂𝗰𝗵 𝗺𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝗮𝗳𝗳𝗲𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝗮𝘁𝗲, 𝗺𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝗻 𝘂𝘀𝘂𝗮𝗹 𝗮𝗻𝘆𝘄𝗮𝘆𝘀.

he's not the type to overload you with hugs and pda, unless you like it, but when he knows and SEES that somebody is trying to flirt with you he is a whole different person.

one day you woke up, got ready, said good morning to your friends and went out of your common room where you saw your boyfriend standing right in front of you

"oh my word", "good morning, love. lets go eat now hm?" he slips his arm around your waist and keeps you close.

he's more affectionate than usual and you are not complaining.

bonus: sirius black

first of all, how dare you. you dare try to flirt with MY lover??? A for effort i guess.

𝗵𝗼𝗻𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗹𝘆 𝗶𝘁'𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝘄𝗮𝘆 𝗮𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗱. 𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗬'𝗥𝗘 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗴𝗲𝘁𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗷𝗲𝗮𝗹𝗼𝘂𝘀 𝗶𝗻𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗮𝗱 𝗼𝗳 𝘀𝗶𝗿𝗶𝘂𝘀.

image this, you and sirius are sitting beside each other, hands intertwined s he kisses your forehead while on the other side sits a very lonely, miserable and jealous person who attempted to flirt with you. your side is all sunshine and rainbows while theirs are... quite the opposite.

:))) they love their life

the reason why they flirted with you was to try to maybe swoon you but of course failed as you had a boyfriend whom you love very much.

their face is all red and hot when they spot you and sirius being all cute, snogging each other with smiles on your faces, fists clenching by their side before storming off—pushing people away who stood in front of them.

just like the others 𝗵𝗲'𝘀 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝘁𝗲𝗰𝘁𝗶𝘃𝗲. a silly protective type of guy? he won't try to be intimidating or scary, okay maybe he transformed into his dog form and scared them but that was only one time!

but maybe a jinx there and there will help them get the idea. or maybe his arm around your waist will do.

𝗵𝗲'𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗷𝗲𝗮𝗹𝗼𝘂𝘀 𝘂𝗻𝗹𝗲𝘀𝘀 𝗵𝗲 𝗳𝗲𝗲𝗹𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘆'𝗿𝗲 𝗮 𝘁𝗵𝗿𝗲𝗮𝘁 𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗿𝗲𝗹𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗽.

sirius is never serious (heh heh did you get it?) unless somebody crosses the line or if he feels that they are a threat to you or the relationship.

his jealousy levels are at a 3/10 but once he you know, sense that they have ill intentions the levels SPIKE. so like.. 13/10.

when you two are walking through the crowded hallway and he spots the person walking towards your area sirius is quick to change sides and leads you away from them <3

𝗯𝗶𝘁 𝗼𝗳 𝗮 𝘁𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗲, 𝗲𝗵? not to you though, to the person.

"why, aren't you a lonely thing? do me, no... us, a favor and leave will you? you're sort of ruining our moment here."

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#harry potter x reader #ron weasley x reader #draco malfoy x reader #tom riddle x reader #cedric diggory x reader #regulus black x reader #sirius black x reader #harry potter fanfiction

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omgggg im blushingggg <33

ok ok ok ced prompt if you're up for it: playing wizards chess with fwb!ced in his dorm, and he knows you're winning so he keeps trying to distract you- at first it's just innuendos to try and break your train of thought, but eventually it turns more physical (and it works lol)

not my best ced idea but shhhhhh

-🍓

you've got your hands pressed firmly underneath your thighs, feet tapping excitedly against the hardwood of his dormitory in your foresight of your victory. "it's your turn."

cedric glances up at you through his thick lashes, tongue gliding over his bottom lip in his quiet chuckle. "i know that, darling."

your cheeks burn with embarrassment, and your feet halt their tapping until he makes his next move. your lips part to reveal your next move until cedric interrupts. "what's with all the tapping, dove? you nervous?"

you shake your head, clearing your throat. "not at all. just feel bad that i'm gong to kick your butt." that one pulls a deep-chested laugh from the man. "sure, don't want to hurt poor ced's feelings, do you? you'll have to make it up to me somehow."

your next move filters out from your skull when you catch his gaze. ".. how do you manage i do that? make it up to you.. i mean."

cedric shrugs, picking up a piece he had previously stolen from your board and twirling it between long fingers. "i mean quite honestly, you'd look great between my legs, and-"

"knight to B9." you clear your throat in an effort to dispel the haze that's settling in over your brain like a heavy fog. cedric pretends to pout, knocking his knee against your own underneath the table when he then makes his next move. "what do you say we.. postpone the match? play our own game of chess? i'll let you ride my rook."

your jaw drops open, gameplay quickly forgotten amidst your shock. he grins at the expression you're wearing, ankle hooking around your own and dragging you closer so that his hand can slide around the bend of your knee. "you wanna play?"

your cheeks burn with heat, but you can't find it within yourself to tear your gaze away. "... you're on."

#cedric diggory #cedric diggory smut #cedric diggory x reader

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AHHHHHH i cant wait for the next chapter!! <333

chapter fifteen — scavenger hunt.

✭ pairings ✭ : cedric diggory x fem!reader, draco malfoy x fem!reader, cho chang x harry potter, hermione granger x viktor krum

✮ warnings ✮ : hp goblet of fire spoilers, cursing, angst, broken families, mentions of alcohol use. everyone is of age.

✩ word count ✩: 12.1k

18+ AUDIENCE ONLY. MINORS WILL BE BLOCKED.

'insatiable' series.

ao3

December 2nd, 1994

"The Yule Ball has been a tradition of the Triwizard Tournament since its inception. In two weeks, we and our guests will gather in the Great Hall for a night of well-mannered frivolity..." Professor McGonagall announced as she stood at the front of the assembly room— having gathered all members of Gryffindor House to give us the dance rehearsal that most of us have been dreading.

Behind her, Filch clunkered into the room carrying a gramophone with a sound horn so massive, I was positive I could crawl inside of it.

"As representatives of the Host School," McGonagall continued, "I expect each and every one of you to put your best foot forward, and I mean this literally, because The Yule Ball is first and foremost... a dance."

A collective groan emerged from all the boys whilst the girls started chattering excitedly amongst themselves.

"Silence!" McGonagall's stern voice resounded around the room as she extended her arms out to shut us up. "The House of Godrick Gryffindor has commanded the respect of the Wizarding World for nearly ten centuries! I will not have you, in the course of a single evening, besmirching that name by behaving like a babbling, bumbling, band of baboons!"

"Try saying that five times fast, huh?" I heard George whisper to Fred behind me.

"Babblingbumblingbandofbaboons," replied Fred, accepting the challenge.

"Bamblingbubblingbandofballoons," retorted George, messing up the words.

"Battlingbunglingbandofbuffoons," responded Fred once more, making me stifle a laugh.

"Now, to dance is to let the body breathe... inside every girl, a secret swan slumbers— longing to burst free and take flight!" McGonagall enthused, moving her hands dramatically.

"Something's about to burst out of Eloise Midgen, but I don't think it's a swan," Ron muttered to Seamus a few seats over.

Poor Eloise Midgen had a bad case of acne and had tried using a curse to get rid of her pimples for good, but ended up failing and needing to have her nose reattached by Madam Pomfrey.

Luckily, Eloise didn't hear Ron's rude remark, but Professor McGonagall did because she began rounding up on him— making his blue eyes widen like plates.

"And inside each boy, a lordy lion prepared to prance— Mr. Weasley!"

"Yes?" Ron asked cautiously.

"Would you join me, please?"

Professor McGonagall stuck her hand out towards Ron and everybody broke into skittish laughter while he glanced around in panic, hesitating for too long— which resulted in Harry pushing Ron forward with an amused grin plastered on his face.

"Now then, if you will, put your left hand on my waist," instructed McGonagall.

"Where!?" replied Ron alarmingly.

"My waist," repeated the Professor and Ron grudgingly obeyed.

The moment Ron's hand was placed, Fred let out a wolf whistle which made Ron's face turn a deep shade of red.

"That's right, Weasley. Now, extend your arm... and, Mr. Filch, if you would."

At the Professor's instruction, Filch gently dropped the gramophone's needle onto a dusty, old record and a musty waltz began to fill the room.

"Now, follow me. And one, two, three. And one, two, three." Professor McGonagall counted as she and Ron began to twirl hand-in-hand around the room.

I giggled as I watched Ron step awkwardly and out of rhythm— his big feet nearly stomping on Professor McGonagall's smaller ones.

Every now and then, Ron would give fleeting, tedious glances to where I was sitting and I soon realized why.

Behind me, Fred and George were ruthlessly mocking their little brother.

"Laa, la dee daa..." Fred sang along with the melody, a dreamy smile on his face as he held an imaginary dance partner.

George moved side-to-side stiffly like a robot, which wasn't drastically different from the way that Ron was dancing.

"You're never going to let him forget this, are you?" I chimed, grinning brightly at the twins.

The twins smirked at each other before diving down to kneel so they were both sandwiching me.

"Never," they replied cheekily in unison.

I was humorously swatting them both for being so cruel to Ron when Harry tapped me on the shoulder, nodding towards Neville who had his eyes closed and was bobbing his head side-to-side, completely transported by the music.

Harry, Hermione, and I were laughing when Professor McGonagall clapped her hands, making us all jump in our seats.

"Everyone! Let's come together..."

Many of the girls instantly shot up from their chairs, contrasting drastically with the guys who all looked flushed in the face and stood reluctantly.

Most of the boys had their eyes on me as they timidly began approaching me to be my dance partner but they quickly got scooped up by an eager Gryffindor girl who hastily pulled them onto the dance floor.

Parvati coupled up with Seamus, Alicia was yanking Dean by his tie, and George was basically being dragged by a determined Angelina.

Ron seemed relieved to be excused from dancing with Professor McGonagall and was heading over towards me promptly when Lavender Brown nearly pounced on him.

Hermione, Ginny, and I seemed to be the only sane ones among the girls— standing serenely as we scanned the room for who was left.

Harry gave Hermione a tight-lipped smile, taking her hand awkwardly as they joined the others and started to sway.

Neville was next as he approached Ginny with blotched cheeks and his hands shoved deep into the pocket of his trousers.

By then, I was so sure that my lack of enthusiasm to find a partner cost me the opportunity to join the rehearsal, and was about to sit down in solace when Fred suddenly took my hand without asking me and spun me around.

"Hey!" I exclaimed in surprise, giggling heartily as I tried to regain my balance.

"Helloo there," Fred smirked down at me, his hand gripping my waist.

He kept doing great moves— though he was a bit brusque as he spun me around at ease like a rag doll.

I was astounded to find out that he knew how to dance pretty well, considering Ron danced like a dork.

"Soo, tell me. How did Darling-Diggory ask you to the ball?" Fred asked and my face immediately fell.

The truth was that even though we found out about the dance two weeks ago, Cedric still hadn't asked me to be his date.

Sometimes, I'd be standing around waiting for my next class and he'd sneak up behind me and throw his arms around my waist.

I'd think that after the lovely surprise, he'd ask me to the ball but Cedric would simply rest his chin on top of my head and ask how my day was going before leaving for his next lesson.

Fred snickered as I remained stoically silent , continuing to lead our dance by steering me around the rest of the couples.

"Well, now that you know that I'm such an unbelievable dancer— how would you feel about going with me, hm?"

I laughed brightly, rolling my eyes at what I thought was another joke coming from him but Fred simply stared at me expectantly, his copper eyebrows raised.

"Well, thanks Freddie... I'll keep that in mind. But I assume Cedric will ask me soon."

The twin pressed his lips together in discontent yet quickly played it off into an apathetic shrug.

"That's fine. Your loss, sugar!" he teased and twirled me around spontaneously.

"Oh, for sure." I tittered, my voice bubbly.

A couple of waltzes later, Professor McGonagall finally let us go and we couldn't get out of the assembly room fast enough.

Once we were back outside in the castle's hallways, we set off into the boisterous scene in front of us as we headed to the Great Hall for our Potions final, which our whole year would be taking before the Christmas holidays.

We observed as girls were giggling and whispering in the corridors, shrieking with laughter as boys passed them and excitedly compared notes on what they were going to wear to the ball.

"Why do they have to move in packs?" Harry asked Ron glumly as a dozen or so girls stalked past us, tittering and staring at Harry. "How're you supposed to get one on their own to ask them?"

"Lasso one?" Ron suggested, making Hermione and I snort. "Got any idea who you're going to try for, Harry?"

Harry didn't answer, but I knew perfectly well whom he'd like to ask.

I saw the way his cheeks turned crimson whenever Cho Chang was around.

And it made sense.

She was gorgeous, a very good Quidditch player, and she was also very popular.

She was Harry's dream girl.

Ron seemed to know what was going on inside Harry's head, too— because he quickly started to consolidate him.

"Listen, you're not going to have any trouble. You're a Triwizard Champion! You've just beaten a Hungarian Horntail, for Merlin's sake. They're basically queuing up to go with you!"

"At this point, I'd rather have another round with the dragon..." Harry mumbled morosely.

"You act as if you haven't been asked already." Hermione scoffed, not looking up from the book of notes she was reading in preparation for the exam.

She was right.

In fact, Harry and I were the only two in the group getting inundated with proposals to go to the ball.

During the last two weeks, I had turned down several invitations without giving them a second thought, including a curly-haired Hufflepuff boy that I'd never spoken to in my life, three Durmstrang students, two Slytherin boys, and a Ravenclaw boy who was a lot shorter than me.

'He was quite good-looking,' Hermione had said fairly after she'd stopped laughing.

'He was a foot shorter than me! Imagine what I'd look like trying to dance with him!' I had replied, never having taken the request seriously since my heart was set on Cedric.

As for Harry, he was struggling to figure out if the girls who had asked to be his date wanted to go to the Yule Ball with him because he was a Champion, or because they actually liked him.

When considering Harry's dilemma, I thought about how drastically his life had improved since he had gotten through the first task of the tournament.

He wasn't attracting nearly as much unpleasantness from other students anymore, which we both knew had a lot to do with Cedric— who told the rest of the Hufflepuffs to leave Harry alone.

I was musing over this and didn't notice when three Durmstrang boys marched right in front of me in V-formation and swooped down to a bow.

"Oh!" I exclaimed, startled by them.

Harry, Ron, and Hermione had stopped walking and were standing to the side as they curiously observed.

"Would you please come to the ball with me?" the Durmstrang boy in the front asked in a husky voice, taking my hand in his swiftly and kissing it.

"Uhm, no. Sorry. I think I'm going with someone else?" I said, my voice sounding so unsure that it came out more like a question.

"You think?" he replied, blinking slowly.

"Sorry," I repeated sheepishly and he nodded, marching over to ask a girl from Beauxbatons a few feet away who accepted in a heartbeat.

We went quiet for awhile as we entered the vacant Great Hall and sat down, taking the necessary materials out for the written exam.

"No word from Cedric yet, then?" Harry finally broke the silence, asking casually as he rummaged his bag for a quill.

My cheeks went hot as I peered up at Ron who was staring at me hopefully in the seat across from mine.

The other morning, I had been walking down the staircases from the girls' dormitories when I had stopped and overheard Ron speaking to Harry, Dean, and Seamus about me in the Common Room.

'I like the way that she moves.' Ron had said, speaking dreamily to his friends. 'It's like she's floating on a cloud, y'know? She makes my bloody heart rush.'

'She is fucking unreal, mate. But ain't she goin' to the ball with Diggory, tho'?' Seamus had asked in his heavy Irish accent.

'The git hasn't asked her yet.' Ron scoffed in disbelief. 'I don't know why that wanker is taking so long,"

'So, what do you plan to do then? Ask her before he does?' Dean inquired.

'I'll have a good fucking go!' Ron assured determinedly, and I had been avoiding being left alone with him ever since.

I cleared my throat, snapping out of my thoughts as I looked at my friends who were all waiting for an answer.

"Well, no. But I reckon he'll ask me soon. I'm flattered by all the requests I'm getting, but I don't understand why people go through the trouble of asking me when they already know I have something going on with Ced."

Ron's shoulders slumped in disappointment as I said this, and I felt sick with guilt.

He stared off into his blank parchment, lost in deep thought as Harry glanced over at him uneasily. Beside me, Hermione caught my eye and shook her head— smiling reassuringly, as if she were telling me not to worry about it.

The Great Hall slowly began filling up— its massive doors opened wide to the chaos outside as students rushed to their next lessons.

Strolling by was Viktor Krum who was holding some library books while a group of girls trailed him, all looking tremendously stupid.

He briefly looked into the Great Hall and his step faltered— sharing a lingering look with Hermione before disappearing out of view.

When I turned to Hermione in awe, she acted aloof as she brought her attention back to her book, pretending as if she hadn't noticed Viktor at all as she continued to prepare for the exam.

This was the second time that I'd noticed something going on between Viktor Krum and Hermione.

"'Mione—?" I started to question but was interrupted when the Weasley twins barged into The Great Hall, earning a grateful look from Hermione who managed to escape my interrogation.

"What are you two doing here?" asked Ron gruffly, still in a sour mood after I made it clear I wasn't going to accept anyone else's invitation to the ball other than Cedric's.

"We're going to help the House-Elves cook dinner," said Fred sarcastically as they sat down at the table with us, taking wrinkled parchment out of their bags.

"We're taking our Potions exam, you stupid great prat," informed George to his younger brother.

"We were getting our ears pulled by Filch after he confiscated our Canary Creams and didn't get to do our exam with our year. By a bloody miracle, we got Snape to agree to let us complete it with you lot. Gods know if we fail another exam, Mum will send a Howler." mumbled Fred.

Snape had walked in just then and the Great Hall immediately fell silent.

The only table who continued their chattering were the Slytherins, but Snape didn't tell them to hush— always giving them ridiculous exceptions that any other House couldn't get away with.

"So... you all got dates for the ball yet?" George whispered.

"Nope," replied Ron glumly.

"Well, you'd better hurry up, mate. Get a move on or all the good ones will be gone," advised Fred in a low tone.

"Who're you going with, then?" demanded Ron.

"Angelina," responded Fred promptly.

"What?" said Ron, taken aback. "You've already asked her?"

"Good point," agreed Fred and turned his head to where Angelina was sitting— a few seats down, printing her name on her parchment.

"Oi! Angelina!" he hissed.

Angelina looked over at him warily.

"What?" she murmured back.

"Do you," Fred pointed at her, his voice soft and nearly inaudible, "want to go to the Ball," he continued, miming a dance much like we had done earlier, "with me?" he concluded, pointing two thumbs at himself and wiggled his eyebrows at her.

Angelina gave Fred an appraising sort of look.

"To the ball? Yeah, alright..." she whispered and turned back to her piece of parchment with a bit of a grin on her face.

"There you go," Fred turned to us and winked obnoxiously, "piece of cake."

"You all know why you're here," drawled Snape, gaining our attention. He strode towards the Staff table and turned to us dramatically, his black robes swiveling as he glared at us menacingly. "You have until the sand hits the bottom of this Hourglass to complete three rolls of parchments on the properties and ingredients used to construct your personal antidotes. With the exception of the two dunderheads in the room who have to complete five rolls worth of parchment on how to properly brew a Strengthening Solution."

Fred and George waved enthusiastically to the whole room as Snape introduced them as the two dunderheads, making everyone except the haughty Slytherins erupt in cackles.

"Silence!" Snape growled, and once we did— he turned the Hourglass upside down and all that could be heard in the Great Hall was the sand slipping on the Hourglass and the scribbling of quills.

I hadn't studied much but I'd done well when brewing my antidote, so I had no trouble writing an essay on how I did it.

After about an hour of complete concentration, we had gotten up and turned in our exams to a scowling Professor Snape.

There was still time left on the Hourglass and we knew Snape wouldn't dismiss us until the bell rang, so we just sat in dull silence until Ron started huffing about the dance again.

"This is mad. At this rate, we'll be the only ones in our year without dates." Ron complained lowly to Harry.

I watched as Snape squinted at Ron maliciously from across the room— taking long strides towards him when he noticed Ron talking and pushed his head down roughly.

Ron's long, auburn locks grew disheveled from the force. He stayed silent, waiting for Snape to walk away before he turned to Harry and started whispering again.

"Well, us and Neville," he teased, glancing at Neville who looked like he was about to burst into tears as he wrote on his parchment, using an unnecessary amount of ink that was causing his essay to smear.

"Yeah, but, then again— he can take himself," Harry replied, referring to Neville's eagerness to dance.

Every evening since finding out about the ball, we would find Neville dancing on his own in the Common Room.

He would put on his shiny, new leather dancing shoes and practice his steps for the ball.

Ron chuckled, nodding in agreement as he brushed his tousled hair away from his face.

"It might interest you to know that Neville's already got someone!" Hermione seethed in a hushed tone before returning her gaze to the ginormous book she had brought for what she considered to be light reading.

Ron huffed exasperatedly, checking to make sure Snape was far away before turning back to the table.

"Now I'm really depressed..." he muttered. "We need to ask someone fast, Harry. We don't want to end up with a pair of trolls." Ron urged him.

Hermione let out a sputter of indignation and I scoffed at Ron's poor wording.

"A pair of what, excuse me?" she hissed.

I shook my head at Ron in disapproval, but he didn't seem to back down.

"Well— you know," defended Ron, shrugging. "I'd rather go alone than with... say, Eloise Midgen."

As Ron was speaking, Harry started nudging Ron's side frantically but Ron was too caught up with slandering Eloise for the second time today that he didn't notice Snape approaching.

Snape used the notebook he had at hand and rapidly swatted Ron's head with it.

"Ow!" Ron exclaimed.

Harry lowered his head preventatively, yet still earned an unreasonable smack from Snape's notebook soon afterward.

Snape stood over us threateningly for a few passing seconds before rushing off to smack a boy from the Hufflepuff table who was talking with his friend as well.

"Her acne's loads better, lately— and she's really nice!" Hermione continued defending Eloise.

"Never mind that. I just need to know who hasn't been asked yet. It's one thing for a bloke to show up alone, but for a girl, it's just sad."

Hermione sighed in frustration and stuck her nose back in her book.

"I just know that you would look much less stupid than I will, without a partner. The Champions are meant to be starting the dance. What am I going to do? Dance with myself?" Harry grumbled.

"Bloody hell. That's what I'm saying, mate. We have to get a move on!"

"I suppose there's always Moaning Myrtle," Harry said gloomily, referring to the ghost who haunted the girls' toilets on the second floor.

"Look. We've just got to grit our teeth and do it," whispered Ron, and I winced as I saw Snape's beetle eyes land on him once more. "Tonight, when we get back to the Common Room, we'll both have partners— agreed?" asked Ron.

I sunk in my seat as Snape pushed back the sleeves of his robes.

"Er... okay. Agreed," replied Harry to Ron reluctantly and both of their shaggy heads got shoved down by Snape— earning a groan from the two of them.

I was quickly growing bored of all the Yule Ball talk.

I wondered if it wouldn't bother me as much as it did if Cedric would have already asked me to be his date, but I still couldn't imagine myself obsessing over this ball like the majority of the school was.

"Professor, may I be excused to the restroom?" I asked, raising my hand and half expecting Snape to whack me just like he did Ron and Harry.

"Make it quick," Snape replied boredly, but I packed all my things anyways— knowing the bell would ring in a few minutes.

Once stepping out into the empty hallway, I approached the nearest window that looked out to the Viaduct Courtyard and took advantage of my solitude to let out a deep breath I didn't know I was holding.

I'd been racking my brain for the past few days and had begun to overthink of some reasons as to why Cedric hadn't asked me yet.

The pessimistic voice in my head had somehow rationalized that he might've possibly lost interest in me.

Maybe I freaked him out the last time we were alone together while we were making out?

It was unlikely, but I couldn't think of another reason.

I huffed as I dug into my bag for my carton of cigarettes.

It was the same kind I found Cedric smoking in the Courtyard that night with his friends.

It was a bad habit to pursue, but they were Cedric's favorite, and they relaxed me whenever I felt anxious. So I placed one of them between my lips and stuck my hand back in my bag in search for my lighter when an arm suddenly reached over from behind me and clicked a fancy, silver lighter on which lit the end of my cig.

I whirled around to find Draco Malfoy storing the expensive lighter back into his pocket and leering at me.

"Ugh," I complained and turned away from him to continue walking down the corridor to be alone again, taking a drag from the lit cigarette between my fingers.

"You're welcome," Draco called out sarcastically, chuckling at my irritation.

"What the fuck do you want?" I snapped at him, whipping around to glare at him furiously which only made his smirk grow wider.

"Wanna know what I saw today, princess?" he asked coolly, and when I didn't answer— he continued, anyway. "Your perfect gentleman of a boyfriend flirting with a Beauxbatons girl."

"Right. Because that totally sounds like Cedric," I laughed coldly, rolling my eyes and letting out a puff of smoke.

"Don't believe me, if you want." Draco shrugged, strolling closer to me. "But she was really pretty. Her beauty was a bit... surreal. A lot like you, in that sense— she walked into gardens and everyone was staring. Sound familiar?"

There was no denying that the Beauxbatons girls were fucking goddesses.

They were so graceful and carried themselves like queens, but I was sure that Fleur wasn't the only Veela within them.

Maybe Cedric wasn't exempt from the Veela effect, after all.

Maybe he got lured by one of them and asked them to the dance.

I was freaking out inside and when Draco noticed, he didn't hesitate to step closer to me— his icy, blue eyes sizing me up.

"Go with me," he murmured.

"What?" I burst out laughing.

His jaw clenched as I continued giggling, finding him absolutely absurd.

"Go to the Yule Ball with me," he repeated, inexplicably confident.

His face was so close to mine that I could smell the heady, lavish fragrance of the cologne he was wearing.

When he dipped down so his nose was grazing my neck, I cringed away from his touch.

"Why would you think I'd ever consider going to the ball with you? You fucking sicken me," I fumed and pushed past Draco, proud of how even my voice sounded.

"You know that's not true," Draco persisted, so sure of himself— but I didn't even look twice in his direction as I took a few more drags from my cigarette and flicked it out the window just as the bell rang.

Students started pouring out of the Great Hall, and once I spotted my friends emerging— I took my place beside them and tried to distract myself from what had happened with Draco.

"Hermione— who are you going to the ball with?" Ron asked curiously as we stood leisurely by the entrance hall.

Hermione was about to answer before Draco stalked up on us, joined by his gang of imbeciles now.

"You're joking, Weasley!" laughed Malfoy apathetically, "you're not telling me someone's asked that to the ball!? Not the long-molared Mudblood?”

I was murdering the Slytherin with my eyes as I debated to instill the Knee-Reversal Hex on him— but Hermione suddenly waved to somebody over Malfoy's shoulder, "Hello, Professor Moody!"

Malfoy went pale and jumped backward, looking wildly around for Moody, who was nowhere to be seen.

"Twitchy little ferret, aren't you, Malfoy?" I cooed scathingly, and we all laughed heartily as Draco stormed away with his friends following behind him.

We were about to head up the marble staircases for our History of Magic lesson when someone called my name from the other end of the corridor.

"(Y/N)!" The voice called out again and soon, a boy from Cedric's Quidditch team was rushing to get to me.

His name was Robert.

I recognized him because I met him in the library last year when he and his friend Nick approached me. They were ceaselessly flirting with me, and Cedric had stepped in to save me from the uncomfortable situation, making it the first time we ever spoke.

"Oh, hey Robert," I greeted him casually and he seemed momentarily dazed— thrilled that I happened to have remembered his name.

I was almost afraid he would ask me to the ball and was already prepared to turn him down when he started digging his hand into the inner pockets of his robes.

"Here, this is for you," he said bashfully and handed over a piece of parchment to me before bustling away to his next lesson.

It was sealed by a stamp, the wax imprinted by the Hufflepuff crest.

Harry, Ron, and Hermione stepped closer as I ripped the wax off gently— the three of them peering over my shoulder so they could read the parchment with me.

When I saw you for the very first time,

I immediately longed to make you mine.

In this place, a certain hat called your bluff as you almost got sorted into Hufflepuff.

I instantly started grinning stupidly the moment I read the riddle— immediately recognizing Cedric's neat handwriting.

"Oh, (Y/N)! It's a scavenger hunt!" Hermione exclaimed excitedly, but her face soon contorted to worry as the bell rang, signifying the start of our History of Magic class.

"I'll catch you later guys! Um, tell Professor Binns I'm not feeling well," I exhorted giddily.

"You're not coming to class!?" Hermione asked in bewilderment and I shook my head, giving each of my friends exuberant hugs before I turned on my heel to head back to the Great Hall.

Ron stared after me, looking defeated.

I knew Professor Binns, the sole ghost educator at our school, wouldn't notice my absence. He barely noticed that he was dead— as he read right off the textbook in a tedious monotone.

All I had to do was read the next few chapters and I'd be right up to date.

The most important matter at hand was Cedric's riddle, which I knew would lead me to the Great Hall the moment I read it because it was the place where he and I saw each other for the first time while I was getting sorted.

I remember feeling petrified at the prospect of being sorted into any other House other than Gryffindor, already having made strong friendships with Harry, Ron, and Hermione— but when the sorting hat entertained the idea of putting me in Hufflepuff for my loyalty, dependability, and benevolence, the first person I noticed was Cedric and his handsome face and Hufflepuff didn't seem too bad of an option right then.

The Great Hall was deserted from students when I had returned, and it was so silent you could hear a pin drop.

I hesitated for a moment, debating where Cedric would've hidden the next clue and I decided to check where he had been sitting the night of my sorting— rushing over to the right side of the Hufflepuff table and began running my hand underneath the edge until I felt another thick piece of parchment.

I yanked it off, it having been stuck to the table with Spellotape, and my eyes lit up as I read the next clue.

For a long time I've been watching you, searching for any excuse to speak.

In this location, I would stare at you as you made my knees grow weak.

"Cedric Diggory, you're fucking adorable," I gushed aloud to myself, remembering the stolen glances we'd give each other at the library, and immediately headed off towards there.

Hogwarts' library wasn't too far from the Great Hall, but I still took rapid steps and stormed in frantically— eager to get through the scavenger hunt.

Madame Pince shushed me furiously but I paid her no mind, already searching every single chair I've ever seen Cedric sit in back when he was just a mysterious, nameless, attractive Hufflepuff boy that I used to crush on.

After some time, I couldn't find anything and was starting to feel dejected until I turned to the aisle of bookshelves where Cedric had first approached me when his housemates Robert and Nick were shamelessly flirting with me.

Cedric seemed to have conjured the parchment of the next clue because it was folded like a bird and was flying around overhead in circles.

I laughed breathlessly as I jumped to grab it— the paper bird flying higher as my fingertips brushed it.

I tried one more time, standing on my tip-toes, and finally grasped it— peeling the wax off and unfolding it eagerly.

There is no way I could deny, that to die by your side, would be a heavenly way to die.

It seems like I've been waiting for you forever, here we had our first conversation in the rainy weather.

I grinned at the song reference, knowing I had to go to the Clock-Tower Courtyard where Ced and I had once sat on that drizzly day— listening to The Smiths.

I ran out of the library, smiling like a little kid as I trotted down the same corridors I walked with Cedric when we started to get to know each other that evening.

As I passed the hallways, I noticed how the Hogwarts staff went beyond all of our expectations to continue to impress our foreign visitors from Beauxbatons and Durmstrang during the holidays.

I always thought the castle looked at its best during Christmas time, but this year— it felt like walking in a dream.

Everlasting icicles had been attached to the banisters of the marble staircase— the usual twelve Christmas trees were bedecked with everything from luminous holly berries to real, hooting, golden owls, and the suits of armor had all been bewitched to sing carols whenever anyone passed them.

It was quite something to hear "Dance Of The Sugar Plum Fairy" hummed by empty helmets.

When I got to the Courtyard, there were a few students milling around, seemingly skipping out on class.

They probably thought I looked insane as I crawled on all fours to search for the next parchment under the window sill where Cedric and I had sat down to listen to music on my Discman.

When I found it, I let out a hearty whoop and immediately ripped it open.

You had me feeling quite Shakespearean as I stripped the Greenhouse from its Red Peonies and Valerian.

Here, I rushed to your care, and once I saw you smile— you had me feeling like I could walk on air.

I was still out of breath from rushing from the library but my patience wasn't wearing me thin yet.

I enjoyed reliving past memories that I had of Cedric and my timid beginnings.

My next location was the Hospital Wing and once I got there, I found the next clue hidden underneath the bed that I inhabited after Snape jinxed me last year.

This same day, I couldn't contain myself anymore— you were the most perfect girl that I could ever ask the Gods above for.

Right here we stood, under the sky so blue.

I told you that I wanted to get to know you.

Right after checking on me in the Hospital Wing, Cedric had offered to visit Hogsmeade with me, and on the way there— suggested that he and Cho were done because he was interested in me and wanted to get to know me more.

We had been standing outside, a little far off from Hogsmeade's entrance, so I clipped the front of my robes to protect myself from December's frosty air before stepping out.

Snow was falling thickly upon the castle and its grounds now.

The pale blue Beauxbatons carriage looked like a large, chilly, frosted pumpkin next to the iced gingerbread house that was Hagrid's cabin, while the Durmstrang ship's portholes were glazed with ice, the rigging white with frost.

The cold wind was nipping at my face as I followed the path that students took to get to Hogsmeade.

My eyes searched for anything that resembled a piece of parchment within the blanket of snow— and immediately noticed a bouquet of Poinsettias floating in mid-air, conjured by Cedric and undoubtedly grown by him in the school's greenhouse.

I smiled warmly as I grabbed the bouquet. Tied to it was a piece of parchment which I read as I headed back towards the comfort of the castle.

It's true, our first kiss was overdue.

But after this night, I made sure to kiss you so much that both of our lips turned blue.

In this place, you breathed life into my lungs—

I can't wait to see what is to come.

This one was tricky because I wasn't exactly sure where the Room of Requirements was, but I did know that it was somewhere on the seventh floor, so I went up the marbled staircases and began roaming the corridors vigilantly.

Inside the classrooms, everyone was still in their lessons— but the whole scavenger hunt took me about forty minutes, so I figured I had a few minutes left until the bell rang for dinner.

"C'mon," I muttered impatiently to myself as I ran my hand against the wall like an old, blind lady— praying that a doorway would appear for me just like it did the night of the party.

It was when I got to the hallway with the Troll Tapestry opposite of a blank, stretch of wall between a window and a man-sized vase where a massive entryway started to reveal itself and I stopped, enthralled as it expanded.

I quickly pulled the bronze handle to the door, and once I walked in— what was once a massive party room had transformed into a smaller room with thousands of burning candles lighting it up warmly.

There were all sorts of different types of exotic flowers covering every crevice between the flickering candles except for the center of the room where a small table was set up for two and Cedric was standing right beside it.

My stomach gave a weird lurch when I saw him, as though I had missed a step going down some stairs.

His pearly greys widened, and he seemed a little nervous, though I couldn't tell too much because my eyes were staring to brim with tears.

"Why are you crying, love?" Cedric cooed, grinning affectionately as he pulled me into a tight hug.

"This is just so beautiful," I laughed and immediately wrapped my arms around him, cradling my head on his shoulder.

I had longed to hug him.

"Will you go to Yule Ball with me?" Cedric murmured into my hair, sounding a little shaky— and I pulled away so he could see me nod eagerly since I didn't trust my voice right then.

He let out a breathy laugh of relief, his eyes glinting with the candlelight that danced around us and my gaze dropped down to his full lips which were just a heartbeat away.

As if reading my mind, his lips soon met mine and it felt as if my heart had burst into a blazing fire.

The kiss was short and sweet, yet it held so much intensity and emotion that it rattled me.

Cedric proceeded to smooch my entire face dotingly before turning around to pull my chair out for me to sit.

I did a little curtsy before taking a seat, making Cedric chuckle brightly.

The bouquet of Poinsettias that had held one of the riddles was placed at the center of the table as Cedric fetched a bottle of champagne from his bag.

I sat amazed as I admired the plethora of flowers and candles surrounding us.

It was as if we had stepped inside a scene of a romantic movie.

In front of me, the table was brimming with an assortment of fruits, cheeses, and two full plates of what seemed to be chicken marsala served on top of little ridges of creamy pasta, which was definitely fancier than anything the Great Hall had ever provided for dinner.

The champagne bottle Cedric was working on had popped right then and we both cheered as the bubbly, golden liquid started overflowing from the bottle.

Ced swooped to grab our champagne flutes from the table and began to fill them up generously.

"Don't tell Hermione, but the House-Elves helped me put this together," Cedric admitted sheepishly as he took the seat across from mine.

"My lips are sealed, Diggory." I teased, smiling at him tenderly as we raised our glasses to each other and drank the sweet, fizzy champagne together.

"This is really good," I complimented, licking my lips as I continued to taste the rich, peachy flavor of the drink.

"Courtesy of the Hogwarts Kitchen," said Cedric, his eyes lingering on my lips. "In fact, the only thing I'm responsible for is the food and those flowers," he explained as he jutted his chin to the Poinsettias.

"The food?" I asked, my interest suddenly piqued by Cedric's culinary skills as I reached for my utensils.

"What? Do you think I'd let the House-Elves cook us dinner without any help? I'd lose my S.P.E.W badge." Cedric joked, grinning handsomely.

"You're right, it'd be deplorable." I giggled as I imagined Cedric with an apron on whilst cooking dinner with the elves.

I popped a forkful of the chicken marsala into my mouth and hummed in bliss at the savory taste— making Ced's smile grow broader.

"Good?" he asked excitedly, beginning to eat himself.

"So fucking delicious," I confirmed, taking another bite.

We ate in peaceful silence as the muffled sound of the bell rang outside.

There was a low rumbling as the hallways filled with chattering students who were on their way to the Great Hall for dinner.

Cedric and I grinned at each other as we took sips of our drinks, thrilled to be tucked away by ourselves in our own private supper.

"You know, I almost thought you'd never ask me to the ball..." I told him breezily, crossing my legs underneath the table.

"How could you think I wasn't going to ask you?" Cedric asked, shaking his head incredulously as his lips pulled into a smirk.

"Why did it take you so long?" I challenged humorously, raising an eyebrow.

"I'm no poet, angel— each of those clues took about a week to make!" Cedric laughed softly.

"And they were adorable. You really put Robert Frost to shame." I teased sweetly, reaching forward to grab his hand.

Cedric's cheeks went rosy as he intertwined our fingers together, running his thumb over mine.

The commotion outside eventually ceased and it felt like we were the only ones in the world again.

"I just didn't want to simply walk up to you and ask, you know? It felt too casual. And we're not casual." Cedric stated, his eyes boring into mine tenderly.

"No, we're not." I agreed, feeling heat rush to my cheeks.

The small table that separated us became an inconvenience for me now that we had finished eating.

I wanted to crawl onto his lap.

"I bet you got many proposals," Ced smirked, evidently feeling all the same as I did because he rested his elbows on the table and inclined towards me.

"Yeah, some..." I understated as I recalled how Fred, Draco, and the Durmstrang boy had all asked me that same day.

Over the past weeks, I must've gotten about two dozen proposals to the ball, but I didn't want to dwell on that.

I was more interested in the proposals that Cedric must've gotten.

"And I heard you did, too." I retorted, unable to mask the edge in my voice as I remembered what Draco had told me earlier about the Veela girl from Beauxbatons.

"I don't even remember because my mind has been entirely on you," Cedric murmured sincerely and cupped my face in his hands to smoosh my cheeks. "Besides, they only care about going to the ball with a Champion. I heard Harry, Krum, and Fleur have been getting bombarded with Yule Ball proposals, too."

"I'm sorry I don't put you up on a pedestal to idolize you like the rest." I joked, pouting my lips in ironic sorrow.

"This Champion is the one that's doing all the idolization," Ced quipped as his hands moved from holding my face to nestle on the back of my head— leaning forward to kiss me.

The minutes slipped by us as we continued to talk some more in easy conversation.

It wasn't until the bell rang again, signaling the end of the day, that we finally began heading out— blending in with the other students as we left the heavenly room behind us.

As we walked the corridors grinning wildly at each other while I clutched my bouquet of flowers, we made it known that we had coupled up for the ball.

Many girls sighed in endearment at the sight of us, others looked glum as they wished they were in my place— getting nuzzled by Cedric Diggory, their Hogwarts Champion.

But I didn't care much for the glorification that surrounded him.

I was just happy that I was going to share a very special night at the Yule Ball with my Ced.

"Fairy lights," I announced brightly to the Fat Lady once Cedric had dropped me off at Gryffindor Towers.

"Yes, indeed, dear!" she trilled, straightening her new tinsel hair band as she swung forward to admit me.

Once entering the Common Room, it was to my surprise that I saw Ron sitting ashen-faced in a distant corner. Harry and Ginny were sitting with him, talking to him in what seemed to be low, soothing voices.

"What's up?" I asked as I joined them on the couch.

Ron looked up at me with a sort of blind horror on his face that only made me more concerned.

"He, er... just asked Fleur Delacour to go to the ball with him," Ginny explained and looked as though she was fighting back a smile, but kept patting Ron's arm sympathetically.

"You did what?" I asked Ron in astonishment.

"I don't know what made me do it!" Ron gasped. "What was I playing at? There were people all around... I've gone mad— everyone watching! I was just walking past her in the Entrance Hall, and she was standing there talking to Roger Davies... and it sort of came over me, and I asked her!"

Ron moaned and put his face in his hands.

He kept talking, though the words were barely distinguishable.

"She looked at me like I was a sea slug or something. Didn't even answer. And then, I dunno... I just sort of came to my senses and ran for it."

"She's part Veela," I reminded him, "her grandmother was one. It wasn't your fault. I bet you just walked past when she was turning on the Charm for Roger and got affected by it."

Ron kept blubbering, evidently mortified and I turned to Harry.

"And you? Did you get a date?"

"I asked Cho... just now," Harry said timidly.

Ginny suddenly stopped smiling.

"And?" I egged him on.

Harry smiled at me and nodded and I grinned back, but we didn't say anything more in respect of Ron's despair.

"This is mad!" said Ron furiously. "I'm the only one left who hasn't got anyone. I mean, even Hermione's got a date!"

"What?" I asked him, completely distracted by this startling news.

"Yeah, I know!" said Ron, some of the color coming back into his face as he started to laugh. "Neville told me after Potions! Said she's always been really nice— helping him out with work and stuff, but when he asked her, she told him she was already going with someone. Ha! As if! She just didn't want to go with Neville... I mean, who would?"

"Don't laugh!" snapped Ginny, inexplicably annoyed.

Just then, Hermione climbed in through the portrait hole with a pile of books in her hands.

"Why weren't you all at dinner?" she asked, coming over to join us.

"(Y/N) was with Cedric, he finally asked her to the ball— and Ron just got turned down by Fleur Delacour," said Ginny and shut Ron up.

"Thanks a bunch, Ginny," said Ron sourly.

"All the good-looking ones taken, Ron?" sniffed Hermione loftily, not forgetting his insolent comment earlier. "Eloise Midgen starting to look quite pretty now, is she? Well, I'm sure you'll find someone somewhere who'll have you."

"Hermione. Do you have a date for the ball?" I asked and we all fell silent as her face flushed.

"I'll tell you later," she murmured and I had to stop myself from jumping up and down from excitement for her.

"No! Tell us now!" protested Ron.

"For what? For you to make fun of me? No, thank you. Now if you don't mind, I am going to bed." Hermione said curtly and stormed upstairs soon after.

"She's lying," stated Ron flatly, rolling his eyes.

"She's not," muttered Ginny quietly.

"Who is it then?" insisted Ron sharply.

"I'm not telling you, it's her business," replied Ginny.

"Riiight," sneered Ron, who looked extremely put out, "this is getting stupid. Things would've been much more simpler if Ginny would've gone with Harry, since she still hasn't got anybody, and I would've just—"

"I have somebody," interrupted Ginny, her face solemn."I'm going w-with Neville. He asked me when Hermione said no, and I thought...well..." She looked extremely miserable and I felt terribly bad for her, knowing about the crush she had on Harry ever since she told me during the Summer. "I think I'll go to bed," she said morosely and got up to walk up the girls' staircases with her head bowed.

Ron goggled at Harry.

"What's gotten into them?" he demanded, but Harry's attention was on Parvati who had just come in through the portrait hole.

"Come here," he said to Ron and I watched as they stood up, walking straight up to Parvati and I overheard Harry ask her to go to the dance with Ron before she erupted into a fit of giggles.

I left the Common Room to head upstairs to my dorm with a big smile on my face.

After my nightly routine, I found Ginny and Hermione waiting up on me so I could tell them all about Cedric's proposal.

I showed them all the parchments Cedric made for the scavenger hunt and swooned while explaining the stories behind them.

They expressed their admiration when I told them about the Room of Requirements— sitting on the edge of the bed as I explained every intricate detail from the food to the candles and the flowers.

After I was finished, I turned my attention toward Hermione.

"'Okay, your turn. Now that the boys aren't around... who are you going to the ball with and why didn't you tell me you got asked?"

I watched her cheeks turn bright pink as Ginny smirked knowingly beside her.

"Viktor Krum," she finally whispered after a prolonged silence.

"WHAT!?" I all but yelled as she shushed me but I ignored her as I hugged her frantically.

"I KNEW IT! I saw the way you two were staring at each other! I knew it! Tell me everything!"

"He honestly took me by surprise! We spent a lot of time at the library— separately, of course, and one day he just walked up to my table and asked me. He said he liked that I wasn't babbling over him like the other girls."

I squealed and hugged her again tightly, tipping us over as we fell onto her mattress.

"Oh, I'm so happy for you 'Mione!"

"And I'm so happy for you!" Hermione beamed as we sat up again. "But I am going to need help getting myself together for the ball. Gods, what are we going to wear?"

"Let's go to Hogsmeade soon! Find some dresses, maybe get some drinks. Make a day out of it?" Ginny suggested and we all agreed enthusiastically before tucking ourselves into bed.

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December 16th, 1994

Rumors about the Yule Ball were flying around everywhere, and I didn't know whether to believe half of them.

For instance, one was that Dumbledore had bought eight hundred barrels of mulled mead from Madam Rosmerta— which was hard to believe unless our Headmaster wanted to get us shit-faced.

It seemed to be fact, however, that he had booked the Weird Sisters to perform.

Exactly who or what the Weird Sisters were I didn't know, except for the fact that Fred and George had requested me to play them for the Gryffindor Quidditch party last year.

I deduced from the wild excitement of my peers who had grown up listening to them that they were a very famous musical group.

It was the morning before the day of the Yule Ball and Hermione, Ginny and I got up early to visit Hogsmeade.

We skipped all the way to the village with our arms linked, thrilled to finally be able to pick our dresses.

Hogsmeade was swarmed with students in our same predicament— having left attire shopping for the very last minute due to end-of-semester exams.

In light of the Yule Ball, Gladrags Wizardwear was selling gowns and dress robes of many different colors and materials for all the frantic students, and the small store was exploding with customers like never before.

I was so distressed with being able to find the perfect gown, and once we got to Gladrags, my anxiety piqued when I saw the numerous girls scouring the room for dresses.

Ginny, Hermione, and I had stopped all conversation as we entered a state of deep focus as we skimmed the racks for ball gowns.

We draped as many gowns as we could over our arms and entered the fitting room once our arms ached, not being able to physically hold any more.

Ginny, who only picked options from the sales section, tried on the most grisly dresses I've ever seen— most of which were of moldy brown colors with some occasional rusty reds.

We'd all step out of the dressing room after trying on a new gown and to my horror, Ginny was wearing a bright orange dress that clashed extravagantly with her hair.

Hermione and I thought it was a joke, at first, but then Ginny began to seriously consider getting the dress so we had to talk her out of it and steered her toward buying a pastel dress that was by far the best of the bunch.

The dress had pale green lace frills on the neckline and a matching pastel-green, floor-length poofy skirt. There were three adorable red stars down the center that contrasted boldly with the baby-pink material that the bodice of the dress was made of.

Ginny didn't seem too convinced when Hermione and I encouraged her to get it— but when I saw her eyeing a turquoise dress and offered to get it for her, she shook her head sternly and refused to hear another word.

If you can rely on the Weasleys for anything, it would be their pride.

Hermione had gathered all her savings and was picking some good options, but was struggling to figure out which style suit her best.

She had come out of the dressing room wearing a bohemian-styled beige dress, and the next round she wore a racy hot-pink dress— which earned wolf-whistles from Ginny and I, causing her to duck back into the dressing room as quickly as she came out of it.

Eventually, she ended up trying on a satiny, babydoll-pink gown that had layers of frills from the waistline down that became darker shades of plum and mulberry.

We knew that the dress was the winner at the first glance.

Hermione looked gorgeous.

As for myself, it all came down to three distinct dresses— the first was emerald with a luxurious, satiny feel. It had a plunging neckline and a column-cut silhouette.

The next one was a strapless, golden dress. So gold, it resembled a Snitch. I loved how the dress fit me and didn't even mind the sequins that it was made out of— but it did have an A-line silhouette with a long train for a hemline which made it difficult to move around in. Nevertheless, dance in.

The last dress was a form-fitting, off-the-shoulder, dark-red gown.

It was of similar, rich-satin material as the emerald-green dress— but it had delicate draping detailing on the straps and the neckline, altering into a corset design around the waist.

The dress fell into a floor-length hemline, with a slit cut elegantly yet provocatively on the left side, to show some leg.

When I tried it on for the first time, it fit like a glove.

As if it were made just for me.

Its trumpet-cut silhouette clung to my curves gracefully, yet gave me enough room to dance in.

This was important because the past few weeks, the Champions and their dates had been practicing the opening dance number and there were so many steps to remember, I didn't want to worry about falling flat on my face on top of it.

So even though it was probably the most expensive dress in the boutique and the most I've ever spent on anything in the Wizarding World yet— I decided on the wine-red dress.

Once our ball gowns were chosen, the girls and I went to the front of the shop to look at the accessories.

Hermione found pink-flower earrings in a similar color as her dress and paired them with two-inch magenta heels.

Curiously enough, Ginny found a ribbon choker in the same pastel shade as her dress with a little, antique pendant on it.

And to adorn my new dress, I bought a sparkly, golden chandelier necklace and matching stiletto five-inch heels.

We paid our dues and took our large shopping bags over to Honeydukes for some spiked pints of hot Butterbeers to warm us up.

"My dress is so ghastly!" Ginny huffed as she took a deep sip of her drink. "I just hope that whatever Neville wears doesn't look horrible with these hideous colors."

"Your dress isn't ghastly, Ginny— it's adorable. But I still think you should've let me buy you that green dress back at the shop."

Ginny waved me off dismissively before diving back to her Butterbeer.

Hermione was wearing a worried smile, her eyebrows knitted together as we stared at Ginny who continued to drink earnestly.

"Drowning any sorrows?" Hermione asked once Ginny had downed her cup.

"As a matter of fact, I am." Ginny replied curtly, licking foam off her lip, "Tell me something— why didn't it occur to me to ask Harry to the ball? It's fucking nineteen-ninety-four and I just decided to sit pretty and wait for the off-chance of him to ask? What is wrong with me!" she moaned, grabbing a floating pitcher from midair and helping herself to more of the sweet drink.

"Well... I did tell you." Hermione said in a braggart tone which earned a glare for Ginny.

"How did you end up with Neville anyhow, Gin?" I asked, blowing steam off my Butterbeer before taking a sip.

"Oh... he just seemed so eager to go to the ball. I saw him get rejected twice, including by you," she said staring pointedly at Hermione, who shrunk in her seat, "so when he asked me, I don't know... I figured he didn't dance so bad at the rehearsal, so I accepted." Ginny shrugged. "But never in Merlin's stars did I ever imagine it to even be a possibility that I could go with Harry until my idiot of a brother mentioned it last minute. Ugh! I feel like I lost a big opportunity."

"Ginny..." I began, running my fingers through her long hair. "Harry is a stupid, little boy who hasn't got the slightest clue that you're into him. You have to tell him! If he knew, I just know he would be head over heels for you."

"That's not true, (Y/N)," Ginny quabbled, beginning to slur her words.

"Yes, it is, Gin."

"No. That's not true, and you know it. You know how much he likes Cho."

She got me there.

During the Champions dance rehearsal, Harry had become the clumsiest I've ever seen him around Cho.

She would giggle and bat her lashes at him and in turn, make him fumble his step and blubber like an idiot.

It would've impressed me in any other circumstance, but it was quite pitiful to see. Besides, I had retreated back to not feeling too fond of Cho ever since I'd caught her glaring at Cedric and me as we rehearsed our dance.

"See." Ginny pointed at me with a lazy finger when I remained silent, and then huffed in defeat.

Hermione and I frowned at her dolefully but didn't press on the matter any further.

We got another round of pints and started planning what we were going to do with our hair and makeup in preparation for the ball tomorrow.

We were about to head into our third cup of Butterbeers when Hermione made us jump in our seats when she suddenly gasped, her brown eyes on the bar's dusty old clock.

"Gods, look at the time! I have to get back to the library!"

"The library?" Ginny and I asked, synchronously puzzled.

"Yes, it's going to close in an hour and I need to check out my books for the next semester to get ahead on coursework before the break!"

"Hermione," I moaned, rolling my eyes— the alcohol loosening me up enough that I felt like I could speak my mind. "You have to take a break."

"A break!" Hermione scoffed in response.

"I'm serious, 'Mione. When was the last time you had a break? That is exactly what you need right now. Just worry about the dance, and about all the fun you're going to have with Viktor tomorrow, and we'll find another day to visit the library before the next semester starts. We have more than enough time."

Hermione abruptly took me aback when I saw her eyes welling up with tears.

"I just... feel like academics is the only thing I'm good at. You saw how clueless I am when it comes to things like the ball! I mean, I tried to prepare by checking out many books about the past Yule Balls but I still feel like a total halfwit when it comes to anything other than school."

"Hermione, that's not true." Ginny insisted.

"That's all people come to me for!"

"You're the smartest person I ever met, it's true— but there are so many other great qualities about you!" I assuaged her. "You're kind. The best friend we could ever ask for. Brave. And you're fucking gorgeous. Viktor didn't ask you to the ball became of your ability to absorb a humongous book. It might've drawn him in, but I guarantee that there is so much more to you too, hon."

"Thank you, (Y/N)..." Hermione sniffed.

"Don't even mention it," I said and hugged my friend tightly.

I suspected the Butterbeers were to blame for turning us all into sentimental disasters, but my little speech didn't manage to change Hermione's mind so we rushed back to the castle to get to the library with the exception of Ginny, who craved her bed and retreated for Gryffindor Towers to put our dresses away safely.

When we got to the library, I was surprised to see many students lounging around the room and talking freely— carefree to the otherwise strict library rules against loitering and speaking in an audible tone.

This flexibility was most likely due to the excitement towards the end of the semester and the ball that was the following evening.

Madame Pince seemed to have given up on instilling any rules because she was just simply staring at all the students with disdain when we got there.

I followed Hermione as she proceeded to grab her books for the next semester like she said she would, but I noticed her lingering by a bookshelf that I soon realized was right behind where Viktor Krum was reading about ships at his usual table.

Hermione had a book open in her hands as a prop as her brown eyes peered up at Krum through the gaps of the bookshelf.

I thought it was fucking adorable.

"Go on," I mumbled and nudged her forward.

Her eyes went wide when she realized I had caught her staring but I watched as the Butterbeer seemed to have given her liquid courage because she nodded confidently before taking her stack of books over to Viktor, courageously sat in front of him and immediately sparked a conversation.

I grinned as I watched them, leaning against the bookshelf as I thought about how good they looked together.

I was about to turn around to head to the Common Room when my skin started tingling and I felt as if someone's eyes were on me.

I whirled around, scanning the room cautiously, and found my gorgeous, brunette boy sitting in an armchair joined by his friends— his lingering, stormy eyes watching me intently.

I smirked at him, getting instant Deja Vu from back in the day when we were strangers and used to admire each other from across the room.

My heart swelled as the nostalgia washed over me, a small lump growing in my throat.

One of Cedric's friends patted him on the shoulder, trying to get his attention, but Ced couldn't take his eyes off me.

An idea came to mind and I strode away right after giving him a quick wink— briefly seeing him stand up to follow me before I disappeared over to the same aisle I was at earlier for his Scavenger Hunt— the one in which we had first met.

I ran my hands over the spine of the books, smirking as I felt someone approach behind me.

"Hello," Cedric mumbled into my ear, his big hands wrapping around my waist to turn me around so I could face him.

"Hi," I giggled softly, my heart accelerating in my chest as he brushed his lips up my neck, nipping at the skin under my ear softly. The light touch sent shivers through my nerves, shivers that made my whole body tremble.

"It's lovely to meet you, (Y/N). I'm Cedric. I've seen you here quite a bit." Cedric murmured lowly, making my smile broaden as I realized he was recounting the very first words he ever spoke to me.

"Mm, that's right. I like to do my coursework here with my friend— it's quiet." I played along, running my hands up his chest and reached up to wrap my arms around his neck.

Right above our heads was a floating candle where a branch of mistletoe began to bloom abruptly, but we didn't need it there for us to dive into each other.

Ced pulled me up by my waist and onto my tiptoes as his parted lips met mine.

The space around us had evaporated as it usually did whenever his lips were on me. Everything went strangely quiet, like the moment of brief silence between lightning and thunder, and the moment I tasted his lips, I realize that I could never have enough of him.

I felt his hands roam everywhere up my back and over my arms and suddenly he was kissing me harder, deeper, with a fervent, desperate need that I've never known before.

I clung to him since he felt like the only solid thing in a vertiginous world. His insistent mouth was parting my trembling lips, evoking from me sensations I had never known I was capable of feeling.

And even though my lips had never touched any other, I felt so sure that he was the single greatest kisser in all of the world.

Cedric and I were pressed against one another, and still ached to be even closer— he stepped forward and pinned me against the bookcase behind me, making it rattle boisterously.

"Excuse me!" Madame Pince's shrill voice called out and we sighed into the kiss, pulling away from each other knowing we got caught. "The library is no place for this wretchedness! This is preposterous!" Our librarian scolded Cedric and I, fuming as she wagged an angry finger at us.

Cedric was staring down at the floor in what seemed to be shame as we got reprimanded, when suddenly he took my hand in his and pulled me past Madame Pince— steering me toward the exit of the library.

We sprinted, laughing brightly as we heard most of the Hogwarts Library visitors applauding and cheering us on behind us.

"Absolutely disgraceful! Just vile behaviour! TEN POINTS FROM BOTH OF YOUR HOUSES!" continued Madame Pince but we were already out in the hallway, giggling madly as we ran down the empty corridors— still in shock for getting in trouble.

We slowed down to a walk as we rounded the corner, and I watched with a smirk on my face as Cedric checked our surroundings, assuring that we were all alone before he stepped forward to push me flush against the wall and kissed me again— but this kiss was the kind that could crack open the sky. It stole my breath and somehow gave it back. It showed me that any other kiss I could ever had had in my life would've been wrong.

His hands wandered up my torso and I went tense as he brushed my breast but they didn't stop there, to my disappointment— as he cupped my jaw and pressing himself into me.

We moaned against each other's lips and when hearing his low groan, it sent a wildfire of scorching flames racing through my body. I pressed my thighs together instinctively, needy to hear him again.

We began making out like crazy.

Like our lives somehow dependedon it.

His tongue slips inside my mouth, gentle but demanding, and it's unlike anything I've ever felt, and I suddenly understand why kissing is described as melting because every square inch of my body dissolves into his.

My fingers grip his hair, pulling him closer.

My veins throb and my heart explodes.

I have never wanted anyone like this before.

Ever.

He pushes me backward and we're making out in front of the portraits of clowns with holding red balloons and old men playing with chess sets and tourists with their laminated maps but I don't care, I don't care about any of that.

All I want is Cedric.

His weight on top of mine is remarkable. I feel him, all of him—pressed against me, and I inhale the scent of his shaving cream, his cologne, and that extra scent that's just...him.

The most mouth-watering scent I could ever imagine.

His lips taste like honey, his hands are everywhere, and it doesn't matter that his mouth is already on top of mine, I want him closer, closer, closer.

My hands roamed too, from his neck, down his chest, up his back, in his hair.

When I raked my fingers in his chestnut locks and pulled lightly, another low groan emitted from him which made my knees buckle and I felt like I had won the lottery.

His hand shifted from cupping my jaw as he dropped it so it wrapped loosely around my throat, much like the necklace I had tried on at the store earlier.

Not being able to help myself anymore, I ground down onto him just like I did the other night but my head went hazy when he didn't stop me.

In fact, he brought my leg higher up his hip— his fingertips running on the bare skin of my thigh as he rutted the strain in his pants down on me and we both moaned at the delicious friction.

It excited me to be this intimate with him.

To feel him pulsing against me.

He was so real and he was mine.

Cedric's hand squeezed the skin of my thigh as I continued to pivot my hips, grounding my centre to his.

"Fuck, can I touch you?" Ced panted so softly into my lips that I could've mistaken it for a breath.

I instantly nodded, anticipating more of his touch as I continued to kiss him, tugging his bottom lip softly with my teeth but suddenly Cedric froze.

No, no, no, no.

"Ced?" I asked meekly as his hands moved from my thighs, setting me on the ground gently as he grabbed my hands in his.

I peered up at him curiously, both of our chests heaving as we tried to catch our breath.

"I'm sorry," he said morosely, "I'm losing control— I tend to do that around you," he chuckles sheepishly.

"You're not the only one..." I replied gingerly, stepping forward to pepper kisses from his ear down his throat which made him hum lowly, his pretty eyes fluttering shut.

"You got anything planned for tomorrow after the dance?" Ced asked, his voice strained and I pulled away inquisitively.

"I think there's going to be an after-party, but I wasn't really planning on going... Did you have anything in mind?" I asked, my voice hopeful.

"Maybe... we can spend some time together? Just you and I... after the ball?" Ced asked suggestively, kissing my cheek and trialing his kisses down my neck.

My tummy fluttered excitedly at his proposal.

"I'd love that," I replied, grinning as my heart somersaulted up to my throat.

"See you tomorrow, darling." Ced beamed and leaned down to peck my lips before we departed for a night's sleep prior to what I felt would be the greatest day of our lives.

#oooo this is so exciting!!!

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ahhhh I just finished it and I'm so so worried! her and Cedric are so totally gonna fight when word gets out about what happened with Draco and he's gonna be assuming that we've been dating this whole time and not listen when reader tries and explains why she said they weren't and it's gonna be soooo sucky 😭 I just want Cedric and nothing else plssss

insatiable.

PART TWO OF THE 'INSATIABLE' SERIES. ༻

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✭ pairings ✭ : cedric diggory x fem!reader, draco malfoy x fem!reader, cho chang x harry potter, hermione granger x viktor krum

✩ synopsis ✩ : coming soon

✮ warnings ✮ : hp goblet of fire spoilers, cursing, angst, broken families, mentions of alcohol use, mentions of drug use, eventual smut. everyone is of age.

✩ word count ✩: 80.6k

all rights belong to jk rowling ( 🙄 )

A/N: hello! thank you so much for choosing to read this story. I really hope you enjoy it! this series is written for MA (mature) readers— there will be swearing, mention of drugs/alcohol, and smut in this story. every character in this book is now of age, I am not writing about minors or for minors. Hogwarts is now a college with legal-aged students lol. I would also like to mention that we 100% hate j k rowling here. I accept and love everyone (unless you're racist, transphobic, homophobic, etc.) so please feel free to message me anytime! just so we're clear I do not support jkr at all. thank you so much for taking some time to read this. writing this has been so much fun and very special to me. make sure to read INCEPTION— the first book of this series! I love you ALL.

some changes made in this story:

1. cedric diggory is only a year older than the golden trio.

2. fred and george weasley are only a year older than the golden trio

3. though this story is set in the 90s, modern songs are also mentioned.

4. the ford anglia is alive and well

18+ AUDIENCE ONLY. MINORS WILL BE BLOCKED.

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✴︎ chapter one — summer in america. ✴︎

✴︎ chapter two — the burrow. ✴︎

✴︎ chapter three — lunchtime with the diggorys.✴︎

✴︎ chapter four — the portkey. ✴︎

✴︎ chapter five — the quidditch world cup. ✴︎

✴︎ chapter six — return to hogwarts. ✴︎

✴︎ chapter seven — the triwizard tournament. ✴︎

✴︎ chapter eight — the goblet of fire. ✴︎

✴︎ chapter nine — the champions. ✴︎

✴︎ chapter ten — fleur delacour. ✴︎

✴︎ chapter eleven — dragons. ✴︎

✴︎ chapter twelve — the first task. ✴︎

✴︎ chapter thirteen — champagne lips. ✴︎

✴︎ chapter fourteen — S.P.E.W. ✴︎

✴︎ chapter fifteen — scavenger hunt. ✴︎

✴︎ chapter sixteen — the yule ball. ✴︎ (coming soon)

more chapters coming soon

#crying real tears #insatiable #insatiable fanfic #harry potter fanfic

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snowvies · 11 months

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Can I suggest professor Draco Malfoy x [college] reader smut?

detention || dm

summary: your new teacher doesn’t like your attitude, giving you detention with him

warnings: SMUT, dom!professor!draco, student!sub!reader, bondage, spanking with a ruler, age gap, (reader is twenty, this takes place in an au where hogwarts also has an university), praise, infidelity on draco’s end, power dynamic

a/n: hope you enjoy!!

You were physically exhausted. Class after class, exam after exam. It was as if the professors at Hogwarts university wanted you to fail. You eagerly walked into your final class of the day, defense against the dark arts. The professors had come and gone all year long, the pressure too much for them. You were relieved to get there, knowing a boring substitute teacher would be there. You’d had a substitute for a week or so now, meaning you got to do as you wished, as did the class. You arrived to class late, per usual, expecting to see the same old lady sleeping in the desk chair.

You were surprised to see a man with almost white blonde hair, his icy blue eyes snapping to you the second you entered the classroom. He looked so familiar, where did you know him from?He was at the professors desk, the rest of the class properly seated and silenced. “What’s your name young witch?” The man called out to you. You gripped your books as your classmates eyes wondered to you. “Y/N, Y/L/N,” You answered. The man smiled, and you had to admit he was handsome. “Are you aware you’re late to my class Miss Y/L/N?” He asked you. You realized this guy was your new professor, and he was trying to embarrass you to show the class he meant business.

“I wasn’t aware they let sarcastic gits take over important classes now,” You replied confidently. The smile fell off of the new professors face. He began walking over to you, your classmates eyes glued to you and him. He towered over you as he should in front of you, your tiny figure barley comparing to his height. “My name is Professor Malfoy and you’ll address me as such,” He spat. You recognized the Malfoy name, your heart beating in your chest as your eye’s instinctively went down to his wrist. They were covered by his shirt, but you knew what marked laid underneath the fabric.

“I’ll see you after class for detention, Miss Y/L/N. Have a seat in front of my desk,” Malfoy said. You followed behind him, taking your seat at the vacant table directly in front of his desk. For the rest of class, you were hardly attentive. Who did he think he was? Barging in here and trying to embarrass you on his first day. You weren’t a bad person, you didn’t deserve to be outed like that.

Professor Malfoy dismissed his class a little earlier then normal, you had noticed, but you didn’t care. Your classmates vacated the room quickly, leaving you alone with Malfoy. Once it was just the two of you, silence clouded the room. You stared at him as he inattentively was grading papers, not even looking at you. You coughed, getting his attention. “Do you need something Y/L/N?” He asked coldly. You crossed your arms. “If this is detention, shouldn’t you get on with the punishment already? I don’t have all day,” You argued.

His blue eyes slowly looked up from his paper to you, eyeing you carefully. “Eager are we?” Professor Malfoy asked. You watched as he rose up from his desk, a stack of papers in his hand. “It’s funny actually, I was just reviewing your papers from this past semester,” He continued. Your eyes looked up at the stack, but the grading was out of your view. “For such a cocky student, you don’t seem to be doing well in this class,” Malfoy chuckled. He sat the stack down in front of you, your eyes scanning the front paper. You had failed. You began thumbing through each assignment, seeing you had either failed or barely passed all of them.

“It’s not been easy, not having a consistent teacher, I assume?” Your professor asked. You looked up at him, admiring your professors sharp jawline. “No it hasn’t,” You mumbled, admitting defeat. Malfoy lifted himself up, sitting on the desk beside you. “I’m sure we can work something out, you seem like a reasonable young lady,” He mused. You noticed his eyes were staring at your chest, causing you to look down. You had an extra button open by mistake, revealing your cleavage. You blushed as you attempted to button it. A large, veiny hand stopped you.

You looked up at Professor Malfoy, a smirk painted across his face. “If you want enough extra credit to pass, you’ll keep those exposed,” He said. You were fascinated with his hands, wondering what they’d look like around your throat, or exploring your body-

“Of course, only if that’s what you want,” Malfoy continued. You nodded, dropping your hands from buttoning your shirt. “Whatever it takes to pass, Professor Malfoy,” You agreed. Malfoy lifted his thumb to your lips, dragging your bottom lip down. “You can call me Draco,” He said. Your eyebrows raised, realizing who he was. You had heard stories of him over the years, his Hogwarts days infamous amongst your classmates.

“Come over to my desk,” Draco ordered. You followed him over to his desk, watching as he circled you like an predator examining their prey. He guided you to lean over his desk, flipping your skirt up. Heat dashed across your cheeks as you realized you were wearing white lacey panties. “You look so innocent but you have a mouth on you that says otherwise,” He mused. You felt his hands explore your ass, grabbing and tracing the skin. “Your punishment will be ten lashings,” Draco explained.

You watched as he stepped over to the chalk board, grabbing a wooden ruler. You gulped nervously as he smirked at you, resuming his place behind you. He grazed the ruler against your ass, goosebumps trailing down your spine. “With each lash I need you to count, show me some respect while you do so,” Draco ordered. You nodded, bracing yourself for each hit. He smacked the ruler harshly against your skin, causing you to jump. “One, sir,” You managed to say. Draco chuckled darkly, admiring your skin turning red.

He smacked your ass with the ruler again, your skin stinging. “Two sir,” You say. Draco’s brutal spanking didn’t let up in the slightest, your body jolting in pain with each lash. You had almost lost count, the pain too much as he continued. “Seven sir,” You said weakly, tears forming in your waterline. Draco thrived on your tears, admiring them as they fell down your cheeks. “Only one more, darling,” He cooed. He raised the ruler one last time, spanking you harder then the rest of them. “Ten sir,” You grumbled out, trying to ignore the throbbing pain he had created.

Draco guided you to turn around, a hiss of pain leaving your lips as he pressed you against his wooden desk. “I had to teach you manners, im sure you understand,” He explained, brushing away some of your tears. The older man brought his lips to yours, kissing you roughly. He had complete control over you, his movements attracting you like a magnet. His hands roamed your body, unbuttoning your school uniform further.

“Your body is divine, darling,” Draco murmured, soaking in your body with his eyes. He shoved your bra down, exposing your breast fully to him. He hungrily lowered himself down, attaching his mouth to one of your breast. You groaned as his tongue swirled around your nipple, his hands gripping open your thighs. “Please Professor,” You moaned, your hand finding it’s way to his hair. His slicked back hairstyle was ruined as your fingers twisted in his hair, your head thrown back as you grinded your hips.

“So desperate,” Draco teased against your skin. You two made eye contact as he grazed your nipple with his teeth, a smile spreading across his face. He enjoyed watching your mouth gape open as you fell apart underneath him, completely at his mercy. He leaned back, rubbing you through your panties. You silently begged for him to remove them, to relieve the ache between your thighs. He roughly grabbed the sides of them, yanking them down to your ankles.

Your eyes flickered to them for a second, watching as they hit the floor. Draco yanked your thighs, bringing your cunt closer to his hard bulge. You could feel him through his trousers, a gasp escaping your throat. “You feel how hard I am for you baby?” He asked you. You nodded, staring up at him. His eyes met yours, before they trailed down to your lips. He kissed you roughly, his hands beginning to undo his trousers. “I might need to be stretched out first,” You admitted during the kiss.

Draco pulled back chuckling. “I forget how young and tight your cunt is,” He confessed. He got down on his knees, yanking your thighs towards him. You nervously looked down as he examined your cunt, spreading apart your folds. He was mesmerized by it, bringing a single digit to your hole. “You’re practically dripping for me darling, is this what you wanted all along?” He asked. He suddenly shoved it inside of you, catching you off guard. Draco curled his finger immediately locating your g spot.

You immediately became aware of how experienced Draco was, his finger curling into your g spot with ease. You moaned loudly, causing Draco to mutter a silencing spell. “I bet the boys here your age can’t fuck you as good as I can,” He said. You gripped his hair as he entered another finger, stretching you out. “Such a tight hole,” He groaned, admiring your pussy. You felt so exposed but so seen, no one ever paying that much attention to you before. No one ever praising you so much before.

The knot in your stomach began to tighten, one hand gripping Draco’s hair while the other gripped the desk. Your professor could practically sense your orgasm coming, his fingers not letting up curling inside of you. “Professor im gonna cum,” You moaned, throwing your head back. It was then you felt empty, Draco removing his fingers from you. You glared down at him. “What the fuck?” You hissed.

Draco chuckled, finishing removing his trousers. He took his belt, and held it in both of his hands. “You’ll feel so much better when you cream around my cock. Get on your hands and knees,” He ordered. You annoyedly listened, your ass in the air as Draco wished. He reached around, grabbing your arms and tying them behind your back with his belt. He held your tied wrist with one hand, while he stroked his cock with the other.

Draco aligned his tip with your entrance, rubbing it up and down your folds. “I’m gonna make you cum so hard you’ll be begging me for detention,” He snarled. He shoved himself inside of you, fully, bottoming out against your will. You let out a cry of pain, your body shaking. “Sorry darling, I just can’t wait,” Professor Malfoy excused, holding your hips in place. He slowly pulled himself almost all the way out, before slamming into you again. “Let your body relax Y/N, it’ll respond well to how I treat you,” Draco cooed.

You tried to listen, relaxing your body as he began fucking you. He was fast and rough, ensuring his tip hit your g spot with each thrust. Your cheek laid against the wood of his desk, facing the empty classroom. Your eyes wondered over to the desk, noticing a picture of Draco and a woman, posing under a big oak tree. You realized the longer you stared that woman was his wife, and that as he was abusing your cunt, he was breaking his vows to her.

Your eyes rolled into the back of your head as his groans filled your eyes, his pacing never letting up. “I’ll have you bent over my desk everyday, if you’ll let me,” Draco growled. He watched as you creamed his cock, your tight, young adult pussy mesmerizing him. You felt the knot in your stomach tighten again, causing you to clench around Draco’s cock. “Awe are you gonna cum already darling?” He taunted. You couldn’t form a response, sinful moans leaving your lips. He continued snapping his hips into you brutally, not letting up his pace.

This was wrong, very wrong. But the way he made you feel, the way he pleasured your cunt, overrode all other feelings about the matter. “Cum for me,” Draco ordered. His words made you snap, euphoria clouding your senses. Your legs almost gave out from under you. You felt his thrust grow sloppy, before he pulled his cock out entirely. Draco stroked his cock quickly, groaning as he came on your ass. You felt his warm cum splash against your skin, as you tried to catch your breath. He unrestrained your wrist, before buttoning up his trousers.

“Hold on i’ll get you cleaned up,” Draco said. He grabbed a handful of tissues, wiping his cum off of your skin. He then grabbed new ones, wiping your cunt thoroughly. You sat up, beginning to fix your bra. Your professor grinned at the sight of your messed up hair, and he began patting it down, tucking some of it behind your ear. “You’re a lot more tolerable when only moans leave your mouth,” Draco teased.

You rolled your ears, beginning to button up your top. Draco began fixing his belt, looping it through his trousers. It was then you both heard a loud knock on his classroom door. You jumped down from his desk, struggling to look presentable. “Sit down at your desk, remember you’re in detention,” He whispered. You pulled your skirt down, his hands pushing you towards your desk. “But my panties,” You whispered back, panicking. Draco smirked, reaching down and grabbing your panties from the floor. You took your seat, facing the board.

“Come on in,” Draco called out, shoving your panties in his pocket.

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