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mistress-riddle · 7 months

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𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐈𝐃𝐀𝐘. cedric diggory

request — Cedric and his parents go on a trip to another country during the summer and during it, Cedric meets reader at a park reading, they strike up a conversation but seeing as they are both wizards and neither of them realize the other is also a wizard they dont keep in touch. when they return to Hogwarts, Cedric glances around and sees reader sitting with the Slytherins at dinner and asks them on a hogsmeade date to catch up. — @hea-vin

you sigh as you take a seat on the bench, family long discarded in favour of resting your aching body from the shopping and sight-seeing you've been doing for the past 5 hours and reading a book instead. you fail to notice the boy taking a seat at the exact same time as you and so you startle when he chuckles and asks "long day?"

"sadly," you groan and stretch your neck to the side, closing over your novel "you in the same predicament?"

"sadly," he huffs and ruffles his hair as he leans back, legs spreading slightly in the process "where abouts are you from?" he asks shortly after.

"live in central london," you turn to properly look at him "what about you?"

"near devon, england." he seems to be around your age, brown hair mixed with golden highlights that seemed too soft and fluffy to be dyed. his face was certainly something to admire, high cheekbones dusted with pink and freckles that accompanied them, lips wide and full and jawline sharp in its edges. his eyes are a mix of hazel and green with specks of gold similar to the ones in his hair, once you notice you've been looking for a bit too long you clear your throat and look to the side.

"how long are you staying here for?" the boy asks you, head tilted to the side as he scans you, your face seemed familiar but he wasn't sure where he recognised you from.

"i think two more days," you ponder "i'm not sure, i'm just tagging along with my family." you shrug and he smiles in return.

"same here, though i think we're staying for the week." you nod and he follows it with "how have you liked it so far then?"

"it's been pretty alright actually," you respond with a grin "i mean apart from the heckling of being with family and having siblings, the sights here are so pretty and the food is delicious."

the brunet agrees with you, the same amiable smile decorating his lips "it is quite beautiful here, though i don't have any siblings to put a dimmer on my experience."

"oh lucky you," you sigh "i wish i was an only child."

the boy laughs as he shakes his head "i often wished i had a sibling to play with."

you glance at him with a cheeky look "want to trade?"

"i'm afraid i'm too used to being an only child." he shrugs and you pout.

"bummer, i could've been having the time of my life had you agreed." you shut your eyes as you allow the sunlight to bathe you in its rays, peeking an eye open after a few seconds, you focus it on the boy beside you "you sure?"

"you didn't exactly sell it out to be the greatest thing," he pauses and hums "might need some convincing."

you tap your fingers against your thighs as you ponder "well for starters, i guess they're somewhat cute—" you're cut off by a yell of your name. the two of you turn to see a 6 year old running towards you with a cup full of fruits.

"mama said you have to come back, we're going to another place." the child rushes through her words and almost chokes on a pineapple during the relay of her message and you send the boy next to you a look which caused him to chuckle.

"slow down, you're going to choke." you pat her back gently and shake your head as you stand up, sending her away as your bags go back in your hands and your book is put away.

"well, it was nice chat," you smile at the guy still sitting "i'll work on the pro's for the next time if i see you around."

"i look forward to it, farewell, my chatting companion." he waves and you try to mimic him with a tiny wave of your own as you follow behind your sister.

it's a shame you met the handsome stranger in a foreign country and not back at home. alas, it was probably worse that he was most likely a muggle who you could not communicate with. a bummer how all the good ones you're destined to only meet once you think to yourself.

the bustling of the students feels familiar as you take your seat beside your friends in the great hall.

"how was your holiday?" asks emma from your side, nudging you with her elbow the second dumbledore announced that the feast shall commence.

"emma, had you not slept the whole ride from kings cross to here, you would've known."

your other friend, ben, interrupts as he places a hand on his chest and haughtily stares down at emma "since i was actually awake to converse with my friend like normal people do, i had the opportunity to hear about [name]'s first crush on this british boy she met on holiday."

emma ignores bens attitude as she turns to you with her mouth open, a gasp escaping her lips "no. way." she whispers and you roll your eyes.

"it's not a crush, ben just wants to mess with you." you retort at her wide eyes and disbelieving expression.

"come now, [name], it's not everyday you compliment a boys look to us, he must've really swooned you." ben teases and you sigh.

"you make it seem like i've never complimented anyone." you deadpan and your friends scoff.

"fine, i'll never tell you anything again." you mutter in spite and ben and emma hurriedly attempt to placate you throughout the rest of dinner as they try to coerce you to spill about the handsome stranger who caught your attention and affection.

towards the end of dinner when conversations take over and everyone is only lightly taking bites of their desserts, ben finds his eyes drifting behind you before his expression changes into one of curiosity "say," he interrupts you and emma, you two turn to him with an unimpressed look "does anyone know why the diggory boy keeps looking back here every now and then?" he gives you a look "any of you associated with him?"

emma wistfully sighs as she places her head on her closed fist "i wish, i'd totally get with him if he wanted." you give her a look and clear your throat.

"umm, who's diggory?"

the two sigh "cedric diggory? the captain of the hufflepuff quidditch team?..." ben asks as if that'll help you and you turn to emma "he's blondish, tall, absolutely dreamy?" she quips and you hum.

"he sounds like the perfect package, how come i don't know about him?" you ask and they shrug.

"merlin knows how in your world you are, as a slytherin, it will do you good to build connections." ben adds and emma taps your shoulder to get you to turn around and show you who exactly cedric is. as you turn your head however, you catch the eye of a certain quidditch captain, you're met with the sight of the boy from your holiday and your breathe hitches as he stands and makes his way over.

"okay, now why is he coming here?" ben asks once more and emma shrugs as she watches the two of you stare at each other.

"it's you." you both utter at the same time and his face breaks out into a smile that you can't help but reciprocate.

"i thought i'd never see you again." the boy scratches the back of his neck as his cheeks colour a rosy hue.

"and i you." you nod in reciprocation.

"well since luck seems to have found me, i think i have to take full advantage of it and ask you on a date." you hear one of your friends choke but you choose to ignore them and put up a front of a thinking face as cedric waits for your answer "i just have to find out what the pros are."

you sigh as you cross your arms "i did try to come up with an extensive list..." you look up at the boy and nod "fine, i'll free a day and make a compelling case for you."

you did not think cedrics grin could widen anymore and yet you stand (sit) corrected as his teeth show "i look forward to it!" he waves you goodbye as he heads back to his table and rejoins his friends.

"turns out this priss not only knows diggory but managed to bag a date with him."

"prick."

"dear merlin, why don't i have their luck?"

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oxydiane · 1 year

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Harry is eight and spending the time he isn’t locked up in his cupboard, or doing house chores, or running away from Dudley and his gang, at the nearby park. He sits on the swing and idly watches the most beautiful boy he’s ever seen.

His name is Malcom, his hair is light brown and his eyes are the prettiest blue Harry’s ever seen.

But— but boys aren’t supposed to be pretty. Boys aren’t supposed to think other boys are pretty, so he makes himself smaller in his worn out jumper and never approaches him again.

Harry is eleven when his life turns upside down and a gangly freckled kid sits next to him on the Hogwarts Express. He looks into his blue eyes and marvels at the bright red of his hair. He wants to reach out and clean the bit of dirt off his nose, but that would be getting too close to another boy, and he couldn’t afford that, could he?

Not when he could imagine tracing all the freckles scattered across his cheeks.

Harry is fourteen when Cedric Diggory falls from the sky and offers him help getting up after using his first Portkey. His hand is big and as calloused as he’d expect a Quidditch player’s to be. He doesn’t like dwelling on the thought of how nice he’d found it.

He asks Cho Chang to the Yule Ball and she rejects him because Cedric Diggory had been quicker. He ends up spending the night on a chair intently looking at the way Cedric’s hand curls around Cho’s waist. He was jealous of him, right?

He tells Sirius about the Yule Ball and he raises an eyebrow at the way Harry describes Cedric’s robes and styled hair but can barely remember the colour of Cho’s dress.

Harry is fifteen when Cho Chang finally agrees to go on a date with him. It happens after they kiss and Harry is eager, he should be, right? The kiss had felt wet and not particularly pleasant and his chest felt a lot warmer as he watched the way Ron laughed when he described it than it had felt when his lips had collided with Cho’s.

The date doesn’t go well, maybe Harry just doesn’t get women.

Sirius says it’s ridiculous, but he doesn’t miss the odd look he and Remus give each other.

Harry is sixteen when he dreams of red hair and freckled skin and in order to escape it he decides to stay up at night and stare at Draco Malfoy’s dot on the Marauder’s Map.

It doesn’t do him good.

He decides the bright red infesting his dreams must be Ginny’s, because he doesn’t know any other red-haired girl. Even though she wears it long and when he dreams it’s short and spiky. And the freckles on her cheeks are not as numerous as the ones he marvels at after falling asleep.

He decides it has to be Ginny, and the thought of it can occupy his mind long enough to make him forget the weird pang and slight sick in his stomach each time he catches Ron snogging Lavender.

When Ginny runs up to him after winning the Quidditch up, he kisses her, because that’s what he’d been dreaming about, right? Hands tangled in red hair and freckled cheeks centimetres from his face, but it feels all wrong.

Ron nods at him and it all feels wrong.

Sirius is not here anymore for Harry to consult, so instead he takes Ginny outside their common room and, on the Hogwarts grounds, opens his heart to her.

She understands.

Harry is seventeen when he has to die and he still hasn’t made sense of the feelings in his chest or why, no matter how much he tried, girls felt so wrong.

It’s not at the forefront of his mind, it’s not even close because the only thing he can think about is the warm bodies laying lifeless in the Great Hall.

But, as he approaches his death, he does spare a thought for the uneasiness he had felt when Hermione kissed Ron, and the discomfort every kiss he’d given before had provided him. He hadn’t lived in full, not even close.

A flash of green light approaches and he finds it silly, how his last thought is of red hair and freckles.

Harry is eighteen when he attends his first Weasley family dinner after the war. The grief is heavy and Fred’s chair is empty but Percy is back home and it does bring at least a shard of comfort to Mrs Weasley. He isn’t alone, Oliver Wood hangs from his arm.

He is eighteen and Percy Weasley introduces Oliver Wood as his boyfriend.

Harry blinks at them and something in his head just clicks.

Harry is twenty when he finally musters the courage to walk into a Gay Bar. He had to Confund the door keeper because he didn’t own an ID, the Dursleys had never bothered giving it to him, given he even had one.

It’s a Muggle place and he feels like the odd one out, terribly dressed down and completely clueless.

He ends up ordering a beer and sitting by the bar.

It’s not until his third visit that a stranger approaches him. He has red hair but his pupils are a soft hazel and his skin isn’t freckled at all. Harry thinks that if he shuts his eyes close, maybe, he could pretend.

His name is Lucas, his lips taste vaguely like strawberries and the kiss doesn’t make Harry want to turn his insides inside out. He smiles and the rush of adrenaline in his veins as Lucas nibs on his bottom lip feels both terrifying and terribly right.

Harry is twenty-three when the cat gets out of the bag.

It’s not because he wanted it, really, but sharing a flat with his best mates could be inconvenient, at times.

He flushed and urges his date to get dressed as he tries to avoid Ron and Hermione’s shocked looks. Their hands are clasped together and Harry has learnt to live with the uncomfortable twist of his stomach by now.

They come off it quickly, though. Ron laughs and pats Harry on the back, says everything is much more clear now.

Harry is twenty-five when he makes his best-man speech at Ron and Hermione’s wedding.

He chokes on his words both because he was never that good at public speaking and because each time he looked at the way Ron’s arm curled around Hermione’s shoulder his throat went a bit drier.

He drinks his glass of champagne in one go and relishes in the burn before fetching Gabriel, his date for the night.

Gabriel stood out like a sour note next to his exes: his hair were a dusty blonde. Harry had thought there would be way too many redheads at the wedding anyways.

Harry is thirty-one when Ron jokes he will never settle down if he keeps on changing men at the same rate he changes his pants, but Harry doesn’t care.

Ron looks thoroughly annoyed and Hermione coughs, worried and almost resigned eyes looking up at her husband.

Harry is thirty-three when Ron shows up at his place with a suitcase and bashfully tells him Hermione wants to file for a divorce.

He just nods and lets Ron in.

Harry is thirty-five when Ron brings back a bottle of expensive Firewhisky and decides they should celebrate the Cannons’ new victory streak on their own.

He hadn’t heard of the Cannons winning anything, recently, but he shrugs it off because it’s not really his thing anyways, Ron would know.

He is thirty-five and Ron, red-haired, freckled and now face flushed sits way too close for comport and traces his lips with a pinky.

He stands up abruptly and loudly declares it’s time for bed. Ron looks quite annoyed, but it will pass.

It must have been his imagination.

Harry is thirty-seven when his best mate breaks down crying in front of him and confesses his feelings through agonising sobs.

He keeps apologising and a tug at his hand breaks Harry out of his stupor. He was sure it must have been a dream, but Ron was real and crying and trembling.

He leans down wordlessly and, finally— sparks.

He is thirty-seven and this is the first time he’s ever felt so alive.

Harry is forty-two when Hagrid walks him down the aisle.

It’s clumsy and messy because they’re both trying not to cry, Harry being much better at it than the half-giant.

He catches a glimpse of Hermione, beaming at him from the front with a knowing smile.

He is forty-two and he is in front of Ron, in white robes. The voices around them nothing but white noise and then Ron leans down and all he can see is— red. Red hair and freckles.

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fieldofsecretss · 2 years

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I promise you’re a good girl-D.M

Pairing: bestfriend!Draco x fem!reader

SMUT

NOT PROOF READ

warnings: thigh riding, reader being used, crying, kind of subspace, Cedric being an asshole, aftercare <3, mentions of scratches and bruises. I do think that’s all. Take it or leave it, don’t like don’t read, okay?

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“what happened?” he asked as he pulled her inside before anyone could find her out after curfew

“went to see Cedric…” she mumbles as she walked to his room and collapsed on his big, newly made bed, always typical Draco..always so neat.

“oh fuck” he cursed through a sigh, he wasn’t exactly fond of Cedric, also known as the ‘golden boy’, or the fact that he never cares about y/n. he just gets what he wants and sends her out the door, not even caring if she finished or not and no aftercare whatsoever. And that was a big deal for him, aftercare is his favorite part and should always be offered.

“didnt even get to finish, dray...” she whined as tears slid down her slightly pink cheeks, oh those cheeks, someone as beautiful as her should never have to cry over a boy like..him..Cedric.

“oh love..” he muttered, “why do you keep doing this to yourself, you know you always end up in my dorm crying your pretty eyes out on my bed” he said as he sat down on the bed and wiped her tears with his thumbs, mascara slowly making black trails from her long lashes above her doe eyes, bottom lashes sticking together.

“he told me I was his good girl…i just wanna be good” she sniffled and hiccuped. God he couldn’t help but feel his heart gain a crack.

“your tummy ‘s all achy, yeah?” he asked putting a big hand on her lower abdomen, he quickly noticed how she leaned closer to him, seeking his touch.

“so bad, dray”

“want me to take care of you?” He asked already knowing the answer. He felt so bad for her, he doesn’t want his little sweetheart to suffer

“please, Draco” she begged airily

“okay love, come here. ‘M gonna help you out”

“am i a good girl? i just wanna be a good girl—“ she said desperate for assurance, but the blonde slytherin cut her off

“i promise you’re a good girl, angel” he said, his hands were now wrapped around her waist as he began moving her, “but you gotta stop going to him, he’s no good for you, love”

her pretty pink lips parted as he kept moving her back and forth on his thigh, making her pussy rub against his pants back and forth

“Draco” she whispered as her hands moved up to his wide shoulders so she can move faster

“there we go, keep going, honey” he said, “poor princess, didn’t get to cum, hm?”

she shook her head and closed her eyes, feeling her climax coming on as she was already on the brink of it from earlier

“almost there, aren’t you? Don’t worry I’m here, love”

“mhm” she nodded and moved faster and faster, feeling the tension loosen up bit for bit, focus on the feeling of him.

“you can cum, love” he said, a low yet high pitched moan came out of her as her high came on, she fell on the bed next to her on the side, breathing out as she tried to catch her breath

“i didn’t mean to bother y—“

“sweetheart” Draco cut in, “i’m not him. i’ll take care of you, cm’ere” he said, picking her up and taking her to the bathroom counter

“i’m gonna take of your clothes, is that okay for you?” he asked, what can you say, he’s a man of consent

“It’s okay Draco” she said in a tired and weak voice, his jaw clenched at the sight of her bare body, bruises, red marks, and scratches were all over her body.

it meant that it was a rough night and that asshole didn’t even bother to give her the aftercare she needed. How careless, and he was supposed to be the soft, goody two shoes golden boy. Only if every girl that swoon for him knew what an ungrateful, selfish prick he was

“Fucking asshole” he whispered as be turned on the water and filled the bath, he hated the being that was Cedric Diggory. that fucking asshole never bothered to care about that poor girl that just wanted to please him and make him happy, in hopes of one day he’ll care for her

he put some soaps and bath salts in and gently put her in the bath, he cleaned her up with a soft towel, minding the sensitive areas. He was really careful to not make her uncomfortable in any way.

“want a rubber duck?” he asked, she nodded, he chuckled lightly as he put a rubber duck on the water, seeing her move it around and play with it while he washed her hair and body, she didn’t want to make her smaller than she was, but he knew she liked all the silly muggle stuff and he just wanted to reward her for how good she’s been. She deserved a good end of the day

he then dried her off and dressed her in one of his boxers and his quidditch sweater, he put her in bed and placed a blanket over her body and tucked it in on the sides of her body to create a comforting feeling

“stay with me?” she said as she saw him walk away, she reached out her hand for him, he sighed and muttered a small ‘of course’ as he held her hand and whispered sweet nothings in her ear while she slept and once in a while planting a loving kiss on her head

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This is a very old one, one of the first five I wrote actually. So I know it’s bad, don’t come after me😂❤️

#sage speaks #draco drabble #draco malfoy smut #draco malfoy fic #draco lucius malfoy #draco malfoy imagine #draco x reader #draco x y/n #draco fluff #cedric diggory #normalize aftercare #harry potter

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acciojaeyun · 2 years

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better than words | cedric diggory smut

this a repost. unfortunately, tumblr has deleted the original post as it was said to have violated community guidelines.

pairing: cedric diggory x fem!reader (gryffindor) warnings: smut/nsfw content, cedric diggory being an angel but a devil in the sheets oml kinks: overstimulation, daddy kink, dom!cedric, sub!reader, oral (female receiving), breeding kink, slight innocence/corruption kink if you squint prompts: “don’t worry, i’ll go easy on you,” “you say that as if hooking up with you is something i should be concerned of” “i like to take my chances”

a/n: in response to this request. thank you for this! again, this is situated in hogwarts. which means, this follows a personal fanon where hogwarts education started at 14. added: ergo, as this fanfic is set where they are already in 6th year, the students are technically 19-20 of age.

summary: cedric diggory was one innocent lad with not-so innocent desires. not everyone knew - not even y/n. and when they were locked up in a room because of a harmless party game - all thanks to fred and george.

Y/N was fucked. Absolutely fucked.

What might’ve triggered it, she doesn’t know. But she awoke with heavy breaths and a sweaty forehead, all because of a certain Hufflepuff that she had been dreaming about at night.

Her mind wanders off to the dream vividly. Even Y/N herself couldn’t deny that even in her subconscious state, it seemed that Cedric Diggory consumed her thoughts. What had been harmless pining over him because of his rather innocent nature quickly escalated to Y/N trying to get herself off on her bed as her roommates quietly snored in their deep slumber.

She envies them, really. Having to not have felt hot and bothered over someone that she finds attractive to the extent that they’d be dreaming of them and having them almost as sexually frustrated as her as she is right now.

“Good Merlin,” she groaned, wiping her forehead with the back of her hand as she regains composure from the explicit scenes in her head. Scenes she was positive she’d be thinking about again tonight - if, she would have some alone time tonight, she thinks. Especially when the infamous Gryffindor twins are hosting a party; and her, Y/N, being a student known to many in her dominant stature and easy-going attitude, being expected by many to attend to.

Considering she had so many things to attend to these days – that including daydreaming about corrupting Cedric Diggory’s innocent facade.

“Ah, Y/N!” Fred cheered as he sees Y/N take her seat at the Gryffindor table, face depicting such annoyance and frustration from being interrupted in her dream as well as the persistent dread of classes - with Potions as their first class in fifth year.

Y/N rolled her eyes, trying her best to ignore the older twin’s remarks on her bitter attitude by supplying herself food on her plate, but as she was about to fill her goblet with much needed orange juice to soothe down her dry throat, her wrists were stopped by Fred and was instantly squeezed in between the bodies of the two beaters.

“What do you want, Fred?” snarled she, making Fred and George exchange amused grins at each other, “Good morning, too, Y/N.” George laughed, taking a bite of her toast that she had just held for her to eat.

“So, Y/N, we’ve been thinking,” George started, turning his body towards yours, “Certainly doesn’t end well when the both of you think,” Y/N muttered, earning a light shove on the arm as Fred turns his body as well to face you, “How you offend us, dear,” Fred mocks a fake offence, laughing it off as you return a look of annoyance.

Fred cleared his throat, “You know about the party tonight, right?”

Y/N nodded, “You pretty much don’t shut up about it,” George laughed, “Right!” as he takes her goblet to drink from it despite Y/N’s gaze of warning.

“So, we have this game,” Fred started, then taking Y/N’s goblet from George’s hand for him to drink from as well. “And we -”

“if you keep on drinking from my cup, I’m not interested.”

In an instant, Fred brought the goblet down, chuckling slightly as he runs a hand through his hair, “Fair trade.”

“Seriously, what do you want?”

“Well, we know your attraction towards a certain Hufflepuff,” George smirked, raising his eyebrows at Y/N which she responded with an eye roll, “You didn’t really have to tell us, Y/N. We know just how you stare at that pretty boy.” Fred winked, laughing at her exasperated expression.

“And we have been dying to test out these products that we have just invented –” George starts.

“And some of it requires pyrotechnics,”

“Fireworks,”

“Sparks,”

“Those stuff.”

“And you need the help of a Prefect to not let you be caught.” Y/N finished for them as she swallowed the toast that she had been chewing rather slowly as her gaze wandered off to the boy who was silently eating his breakfast, laughing along with fellow Hufflepuffs.

Her breath hitched and she almost choked as their eyes locked, and the twins, noticing how Y/N had spaced out, followed her gaze, smirking afterwards as they landed on Cedric.

“Like I said, we know about your attraction,” Fred tapped her on the shoulder, drawing her attention back to them.

“And we can certainly set up a game that could let you have a shot with him.”

Y/N scoffed, drinking down her goblet, “Please,” she wiped her mouth, “Cedric’s too pure for the games that you have in mind. I bet he wouldn’t even go to the party, knowing you two.”

“Oh, but you are certainly doubting our charm, Y/N!” gasped George.

“George’s pretty good at inviting everyone in our parties, so that means we can surely invite your Diggory.”

Y/N, despite her disbelief, knew that Fred and George wouldn’t stop pestering her, had she not agreed to the deal. That’s why, as she wiped her hands with the napkin on the table, she shook each of the twin’s laid out hand, stating proudly, “You got yourself a deal, Weasleys.”

The day went by quickly as expected. And it certainly did not help that she had classes with the Hufflepuffs, enabling her to involuntarily stare at Cedric - as well as watch the twins successfully invite him to the party, mouth agape in surprise; to which the twins laughed at as George pushed her mouth close, with Fred patting her on the head.

“Told you.”

After a dinner with a very much unoccupied Great Hall, she found herself getting nervous over the party. Not that she wasn’t fond of parties nor was she excited of it, it was more of the curiosity she had withheld on the game Fred and George were planning tonight.

As she enters the rather crimson-lit Common Room, she finds herself being ushered by Lee towards the forming circle at the centre of the room with a glass of Firewhisky being pushed towards her.

“Oh, there she is!” George smirked, taking a swig of the Daisyroot Draught which he retrieved from the table behind him. Fred’s eyes wandered to her figure which was approaching the circle, winking at her as he nods his head towards the direction of the Hufflepuff who was leaning on the wall, hand tucked in the pocket of his trousers as he fixed himself with a Quintin Black.

Their eyes locked yet again, and she swears her heartbeat has increased as Cedric shot him a lazy grin, nodding at her to acknowledge her presence.

As she situated beside Fred who was congruent to Cedric’s position, the twins had introduced the game called 7 Minutes in Heaven (which the twins had explained they knew from Hermione who was a muggleborn, making the witch blush), Y/N couldn’t help but notice how many times she and Cedric have locked eyes. This interaction was not let unnoticed by the twins - however, this was unknown to Y/N.

Especially when as Fred spun the bottle for the next pair after Ginny and Pansy stumbled out of the room with hollers and cheers, George had discreetly pulled his wand from his back pocket, muttering a spell that has made the bottle point at Y/N first, then Cedric afterwards.

“Oh,” George grinned in a taunting manner, “looks like a soft Hufflepuff would be with a feisty Gryffindor.” he says, eyes flickering between the two whose faces - they knew, were as red as the room’s lights.

“Don’t worry, Ced,” Fred assures, sipping on his own bottle of Daisyroot, “we’ll make sure Y/N doesn’t scratch. Isn’t that right, Y/N?”

“Fuck you,” Y/N muttered, standing up as she sees Cedric pushing himself away from the wall, chuckling as he shakes his hair, amused with the situation at hand.

“Well, you know the rules,” George winked, “Lee?”

Lee nodded with a smirk, wand waving to turn on the lamp beside the door that the trio had set up for the game, “It’s free of use.” stated Lee, tucking his wand away as Fred nudges him by his arm, grinning to themselves.

“Don’t worry,” Cedric whispers as he leaned towards her ear as they walked upstairs amidst the whistles and cheers erupting from the group. “I’ll go easy on you.”

“You say that as if hooking up with you is something I should be concerned of.” Y/N scoffed, hands folding on her chest to conceal the wavering pride in her voice.

The tall lad chuckled, “I like to take my chances.”

“Now remember, seven minutes, mates!” Fred called out, “Or you could take longer, just don’t go out of the room after the bell!” George added, making the people laugh. “Thanks for the reminder!” Cedric called out, locking the door as he pushed Y/N inside.

As they found themselves in a rather small room, Cedric sat on the edge of a bed that he internally laughed at - the prankster trio, he thinks, certainly knew what they are doing.

“Look,” Y/N started as she grunts in frustration when Cedric had done nothing besides stare at her in a gaze she was almost lost in as she paces around the room, “I don’t know why you’re agreeing to do this. I mean, I understand if you don’t want to let the twins down and all, but we could just pretend we’re moaning and everything if you’re not comfor -”

“Who said I wasn’t comfortable?”

“Well - uh,” she stammered, stopping in her tracks, “I - I was just guessing!”

She watched as Cedric stood up from the bed, his hands finding its way to her hips as she felt her chin being hoisted up to meet his face, “Well, daddy doesn’t like girls who aren’t sure, Y/N.”

Her eyes widened, “Wha -”

Y/N was cut off as Cedric immediately caught her lips in a needy kiss, pushing her towards the wall, erupting a moan as her back hit the cold stone wall.

Moan after moan erupted as Cedric took no time in undressing her from the dress that she clothed herself with. Hands immediately finding her breasts which were bare the moment the dress had landed the ground, “Merlin, no bra? What a daring little girl you are.”

Cedric’s mouth went down to suck on her breasts, with Y/N arching her back towards him. Her pussy dripping with arousal as she finds herself going dizzy about what’s happening right before her.

She finds herself being hoisted to jump as her legs were wrapped around Cedric’s torso, her hands immediately finding its way to hold on his dark, brunette-blonde hair to tug on the nape, emitting a low groan from Cedric.

A gasp escaped from her as Cedric laid her on the bed as Cedric travelled her body with nothing but just his tongue as he locked eyes with her, “So nice skin, just how soft I imagined it would be.”

He took his time in licking her body, sensually and painfully slow. Making Y/N impatient, knowing about how seven minutes could be just around the corner.

“Don’t be so impatient, angel,” Cedric chuckled, biting on the flesh of her thighs making her jolt up. The lad kissed the exposed skin of her thighs, “I bet that sweet pussy tastes so good,”

Y/N visibly shivered at his words, heart beating fast at the side of Cedric she didn’t know he had. All the while he looked so innocent, she never knew how Cedric had placed her in a trance that had her writhing on every word.

Cedric lunged forward, giving a kitten lick on her clit, which had her arching in such minimal movement. That man, Y/N swears, he would be the death of her. “Hm, angel,” he ghosted a finger over her glistening folds, making Y/N whimper at such feather-light touches.

He laughed, “And here you were moments prior thinking I wouldn’t fuck you.” he rolled his eyes, softly easing a finger inside of her, moaning at how her walls had engulfed his long finger.

All Y/N could respond was a moan, anticipating as she feels his hot breath against her pussy, just where she needs him the most. Cedric was taking his time, curling his finger every now and then to the spot which stimulates a reaction from her.

Her hands started to make its way to her breast, making Cedric halt, “Touch yourself and you’d be getting yourself off.” he warned, making her open her eyes in an instant, shaking her head after as she gripped on the sheets.

“I don’t like how you think you could touch yourself, darling,” Cedric tuts, now opening her wide by scissoring her, “especially when I’m touching you like this.”

Y/N toes curled, wanting to push Cedric’s face towards her cunt so badly. Eventually, her desires were soon answered as Cedric lunges his mouth yet again, his tongue and lips finding its way to her clit as he thrusted an additional finger inside of her.

“Oh, fuck!” Y/N exclaimed, “No, don’t close your eyes,” Cedric said, left hand pinching her on her thighs making her squeal, “look at me, I wanna see you fall apart.”

The Gryffindor so desperately tried in locking eyes with Cedric’s lust-blown gaze, trying so hard to not let her lash flutter against the top of her cheeks. Especially trying so hard when Cedric gives a soft bite to her clit then pulls away for him to play around with the pointer finger of his left hand.

Sooner, her thighs quivered around his head as Cedric simultaneously ate her out while fingering and scissoring her harshly, “So good, Cedric, oh god - oh!” she moans as her hips involuntarily bucked towards him, earning yet another pinch on her right thigh as Cedric bit on her labia.

“Stay bloody still,” Cedric groaned, fastening his pace as her walls tightened around his finger, “Needy little girl, you are,” he laughed, biting his lips as he finger-fucked her in a relentless manner.

“Cedri - oh, gods - please, please, please - shit!” Y/N exclaimed as the coil at the pit of her stomach snaps, Cedric muttering praises on how she had came hard.

He immediately went to lick her cunt as she emptied herself, wincing at the stimulation, eyebrows furrowing together as she feels Cedric pushing another finger in, “Hold that,” he orders, “Just to remind me of the first orgasm tonight.”

Y/N’s head shot up, “F-first?”

“Yes, darling,” he shot her a wicked grin, “you didn’t think we were finished, did you?”

“Cedric - wha - oh, fucking shit!”

“Daddy,” he corrected as his tongue yet again swipes over her folds, tongue lapping at the entrance of her pussy as his finger toyed on her clit, drawing circular figures faster than he did before. The Hufflepuff was devouring over the cries of his name, ego boosting as he knew that he was the one who was making her writhe, the instructions of the game at the far back of his mind.

He had kept his right hand on her stomach, pinning her down as she was trying so hard to pull away from the overbearing sensation. “Baby, you’re shaking,” he smirks, his condescending words going straight towards her cunt. “does daddy make you feel good?”

Y/N merely nodded as her back arches off the bed, she opens her eyes to see Cedric bucking his hips against the mattress to relieve himself off the desire to take you then and there, pounding into you as if there’s no tomorrow.

“Words,” he whispered, eyebrows furrowing at your stubbornness. Y/N exclaimed, shaking out a breathy sigh and moan, “Yes, daddy - yes, please, it’s too much!” she cried, as tears welled up in her eyes; a tear escaping as Cedric pinches her clit in between of his index and middle finger.

Her hands tangled in Cedric’s hair, trying so hard to ease the sensation as she finds herself approaching her high yet again, “Daddy, pleas -”

“You were just telling me you wouldn’t be concerned about me fucking you,” he spat, “now that I am, it’s concerning you now?” he taunted, kneeling on the mattress while holding her hips.

He opened her legs wider, pushing up a leg upwards as he orders for her to hold it above him, enabling the lad to have a deeper access to her overly sensitive cunt. Y/N moaned and whined in a drawl, squealing every so often as she hears the words of Cedric taunt her, “Be the daring girl you are and bloody take it.”

Cedric was practically making out with her cunt, and sooner enough, she was coming yet again on his mouth as she winced when Cedric didn’t stop in lapping at her entrance as if she never came, “Daddy, daddy, please - ” Y/N whimpered, gasping as she felt his tongue push her cum yet again inside her. He was driving her crazy.

“Since you asked nicely,” Cedric smiled as he licked his fingers clean, making Y/N sigh in relief, which was soon replaced by a gasp as she watched him kick himself out of his trousers.

“I’ll be trimming it down to three orgasms tonight.”

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November Prompt 5: Cuddle

Words: 401 | Pairing: Neville Longbottom x reader

You step into the warmth of your boyfriend’s room, freshly showered and clothed in your loose pajama shorts, cropped tank and long cardigan. You hadn’t expected dinner to turn into a sleepover, but when he’d finally worked up the nerves to ask after three nights of dinner together, you couldn’t say no.

A few candles are lit on top of his Herbology and Potions books that take up the entirety of his nightstand. His burgundy blankets are tossed back, revealing the golden sheets he was gifted with as a reward from Professor Sprout for his selection as Head Boy just before the break. And he sits against his wooden headboard, a plaid brown shirt clinging to his newly discovered muscles, his brown hair combed perfectly across his head, and his green eyes on you in the dim light.

You slowly waltz towards the bed, smiling as he readjusts under the golden sheets to make room for you.

“What about the candles?” You ask while eyeing them in proximity to his blankets.

“They’re flameless,” Neville reassures before you climb next to him.

You hum in amazement, only used to the flaming candles that hung overhead in The Great Room back at school.

“Thanks for dinner and for letting me stay.”

He grins nervously, taking your hand in his before giving it a small squeeze. You can tell he’s nervous again. You know it’s been hard for him to return home during the break with the recent passing of his parents, let alone letting someone else in afterwards.

“Nev,” you breathe and thumb over his grasp before leaning into his shoulder.

His head leans against your damp hair and you can feel him trembling against you. He’s never cried in your presence, but you’ve caught him more teary eyed in the recent days. And you react in the same way you’d want if the roles were reversed; you sit up and wrap your arms around him instead.

Neville sinks down under the weight of the burgundy blankets and cuddles against your waist, wrapping his arms around you as his tears burn against the bare flesh of your thighs.

“I’m here for you, always. I promise you don’t have to do this alone,” you whisper while gently stroking your fingertips through his course hair until his sobbing fades into soft sniffles, then into gentle snores that eventually lull you to sleep against his headboard.

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mirclealignr · 2 years

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rainy summers | c.d

cedric diggory x reader

requested by anonymous, for mystery drabble event with the prompt ‘where’s my goodnight kiss?’ -> i hope you enjoy this :D

warnings; hair that’s long enough to get in your face, fluff!

word count; 900+

a/n; i’m back bitches and in my gif era for fics again D:

soaked to the bone, you and cedric ran with your hands clasped together towards the castle, summer rain pouring from the heavens above. it had been an unusually warm august, and cedric had planned a small date for the two of you down by the lake; he filled a basket with luscious fruits, treats and pink lemonade before asking if you fancied going for a swim.

neither of you had planned to stay out until the late evening, watching the light bleed into the night sky as the sun set, but you felt so at home spending the day doing nothing but being with cedric. it was only when you noticed dark, brooding clouds in the distance, sure they were to travel close by and release their heavy burden, that you began to think of returning.

now sprinting up to the wooden bridge, which offered you shelter, cedric laughed as he slipped on the drenched grass, his hand gripping yours tighter as he fought for balance.

“hey! don’t take me down with you,” you giggled, stepping into the stone entrance where you could catch your breath.

“like you wouldn’t do the same,” he sniggered, ruffling his hair and shaking his head like a dog.

“Oi!” you laughed, recoiling slightly as the water sprayed from his hair, “watch it.”

“sorry,” he smiled sheepishly, stepping closer to you to cup your face in his hands.

“ugh, move!” some snarky slytherin groaned, who you hadn’t noticed, pushing you out of the way as they led the rest of the quidditch team through.

“wow, they’re pretty dedicated to practice in this weather,” you cocked an eyebrow, pulling cedric back to you by his shirt.

your neck was turned as you watched the line of slytherins trudge down to the quidditch pitch, looking rather glum, and cedric took advantage of the opportunity to kiss your damp neck. his mouth was warm and soft, his breath heating your cool skin as he whispered against it.

“come on,” he said lowly, rising up to your cheek, “i’m getting cold.”

following him along the old bridge and jogging through the small courtyard, the warmth of the castle greeted you like an old friend, caressing you gently from the storm brewing outside.

“do you think it will thunder?” you asked cedric as you descended the stairs, rubbing your damp sleeves over your face.

“dunno,” he shrugged, “maybe.”

he spoke the password to the common room and led you to his dorm, a route you now had memorised like the back of your hand. if he had asked you to lead him blind back to his room from any point in the castle, you could do it—it was all mapped out in your head.

“here,” cedric threw you a hoodie and some old joggers he never wore anymore, mostly because you always wore them so now they felt like yours.

he removed his shirt and grabbed a towel from a nearby chair, drying his hair, face and torso as best he could. as you peeled your wet clothes from your body, your eyes remained fixed to the person in front of you, his subtly defined abs and muscles and the way they stretched as he pulled a new, clean shirt over his head.

“cheeky,” he laughed breathily, catching your lingering stare.

heat rose to your cheeks and you turned away sheepishly, fiddling with your clothes to get undressed and slip into some more comfortable ones, his warm and dry clothes over your body. you felt cedric come up behind you after a moment, resting his head on your shoulder and twisting you from left to right in a rocking motion.

“i don’t mind if you look,” he muttered in your ear, kissing your head.

even though he was yours, sometimes you forgot to remember. sometimes you saw him across the room, laughing with his friends and then catching your eye, and you still turned away from him like you shouldn’t have been looking. cedric would ask sometimes why you would turn away without so much as a smile, as the strange guilt crept up your neck as if you’d been caught doing something you shouldn’t have, but you couldn’t tell him the truth, though you knew he wouldn’t laugh. but he wouldn’t understand.

it didn’t matter though, not really.

“you have to be up early tomorrow,” you reminded him, turning around to press your ear against his chest, “we should go to bed,” his heart thumped.

“i know,” he mumbled in response, letting go of you to walk over to the bed and get comfortable beneath the sheets.

you sighed contently, smiling at the open window cedric hadn’t closed because he knew you liked listening to the rain. climbing into his bed beside him, you snuggled up close and rested your head on his chest where his heart continued to thump, soothing you as it always had done.

“where’s my goodnight kiss?” he asked quietly, stroking your hair, pulling it away from your face.

you giggled, looking up to him—the hand that wasn’t planted in your hair was behind his head, his left elbow pointed to the side. a delicate smile rested upon his lips, waiting patiently to feel yours against his. straining to push yourself up to his face, you gave him a sweet kiss, long enough to leave him satisfied and returned to your comfortable spot on his chest.

“love you,” he said, twirling your hair.

“love you too,” you hugged him tighter.

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#cedric diggory x reader #cedric diggory x you #cedric diggory fluff #cedric diggory fic #cedric diggory fanfiction #cedric diggory fanfic #cedric diggory imagine #cedric diggory #mystery drabble event !

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cannibalizedyke · 2 years

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hiii!

i was wondering if i could get cedric diggory x fem!ravenclaw!reader + basically just mutual pining until they smell eachother in their amortetia potions or sum?

tysm ❤️❤️

Cedric Diggory was not in love with you. He was perfect, and beautiful, and altogether far too good for average, boring old you. That's what you told yourself when he caught your eye across the classroom, or when his hand lingered on yours far longer than it needed to, or when his cheeks were dusted with a rosy pink when there was no one else around.

No, Cedric Diggory couldn't be in love with you. He couldn't be in love with you because you were in love with him.

You trudged into the potions classroom, prepared for the utter embarrassment Amortentia was going to bring you. The potion smelled of whatever you were attracted to, which in your case was cinnamon, firewood, and chocolate - Cedric. Cedric, who happened to be your partner in potions.

"I want you to describe to your partners what you smell," drawled Snape. "I don't care if it's embarrassing, I don't care if you think it's pointless, it's in the curriculum so you're going to do it."

Grumbles sounded around the classroom, fading into nervous chatter as students embarrassed themselves publicly.

"I'll go first," Cedric offered kindly. He took a deep whiff of the potion. "I smell..." He took another whiff. "It's like a mix of trees, fruit, and flowers." He smiled at you. "Your turn."

You were in shock. The scent he described was exactly the way your perfume smelled. You couldn't deny it anymore. Cedric Diggory was in love with you.

You shook off the thought and smelled the potion. "Cinnamon, firewood, and chocolate." Just as you had expected.

Cedric tilted his head with a confused smile. "That kinda sounds like the way I smell." Then it dawned on him. "Oh."

You smiled shyly. "Yeah..."

Cedric grinned. "I guess I kinda gave myself away too. I basically just smelled your perfume."

You giggled. "So..."

"Do you wanna go to Hogsmeade with me?" Cedric can't stop smiling, and neither can you.

"I would love to."

#cedric diggory x reader #cedric diggory x you #cedric diggory x y/n #cedric diggory x fem!reader #cedric diggory x f!reader #cedric diggory imagine #cedric diggory fluff #cedric diggory oneshot #cedric diggory blurb #cedric diggory drabble #cedric diggory fanfiction #cedric diggory fanfic #cedric diggory fic #cedric diggory

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lilliths-httyd-blog · 4 months

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Whump Ahoy!

Okay, so. Imagine Princess Sofia helping out Cedric in his workshop one day, working on a potion together when something just... explodes in Cedric's hand. Completely out of nowhere, despite much care in handling, some beaker or jar or pipette or something filled with a dangerous chemical ingredient shatters with force, piercing through his glove, embedding glass into his skin and spilling the ingredient all over his hand.

Imagine Cedric's initial reaction to that: the shock after the explosion, the instinct to make sure that Sofia is safe... and then the pain kicks in. He tries to suppress his reaction, not wanting Sofia to be frightened in this situation, but it doesn't work. The pain is incredible. I'm sure you can imagine the agonized sounds that leave his mouth, the tears that suddenly begin to blur his vision. He panics. He has to get the chemical off of his hand and remove the glass before his ability to think and function properly are overwhelmed by the pain. There's horror as he grasps at his wand only for the counter-spell to not leave his mouth properly - he's stumbling over his words and then quickly forgets how to speak.

Imagine Sofia's reaction to this. Imagine her desperation to make sure Cedric is okay, and then her determination to help him upon realising that he is absolutely not. She tries her best to comfort him whilst also leaping into action, scouring books for the right healing spell; a task that Cedric cannot help her with. Seconds feel like an eternity as Cedric keels over, whimpering and spasming, trying his best to utter the right spell only for it to come out as a wail instead. He'd covered in blood and sweat and the skin on his hand is beginning to bubble and contort like wax under the mangled glove. Finally, the pain begins to die down slightly as the pain receptors in Cedric's hand are burned functionless. It is only when that fiery numbness takes over that Cedric is able to haphazardly cry out the counter-spell and slowly reverse some of the damage.

Imagine then a teary-eyed Sofia tenderly bandaging the mangled hand of the now shivering Cedric. Every now and then he stammers out a spell or two in an attempt to heal his injury, but oh, the regrowth of nerves and the reversal of such severe skin damage hurts. It will take a while for him to be able to heal this wound. He's lucky to be such a learned sorcerer or he likely wouldn't be able to heal it at all. He thanks his lucky stars that it was him to receive such injury and not Sofia: this is the reason why he doesn't allow her to handle such dangerous materials.

Imagine Sofia helping Cedric clean up after the incident, sponging the blood from his sleeves and sweeping up the glass. No nine year old should be handling such sharp objects or cleaning literal bloodstains, but Cedric can't do it with his munted hand for the life of him. Anyway, Sofia insisted that he try to just recover and conserve his energy - cleaning via magic would do him no good and he's already feeling dizzy and out of sorts. He's cleared away the chemical spillage - he insisted on doing so before Sofia went even remotely close to the scene of the accident. Visions of Sofia being the one to be injured instead haunt his dreams.

Imagine a few days later, Cedric's hand is relatively healed but still bandaged, aching and tingling like pins stabbing his skin. He hides the wound away under the sleeve of his robe. Nobody has really caught onto the fact that he's been wounded yet. Sofia and Cedric (Cedric especially) both know that it would've been better to inform Roland or Baileywick or anyone about what had happened, but they have an unspoken agreement to refrain from doing so. Sofia is petrified that Roland will ban her from practicing any more sorcery with Cedric, and Cedric is utterly ashamed that he allowed such a thing to happen in his workshop (and with Sofia present, no less). It's their little secret - that is, of course, until Baileywick notices that one of Cedric's arms is out of commission and interrogates him about it.

#cedric the sorcerer #sofia the first #whump #drabble #polls #blood #injuries #potential fanfiction idea

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cutielando · 4 months

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POLL POLL POLL

we're getting there

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bettathanyou · 4 months

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The Choices That Make Us, Final Part!

As the title suggests, here ya go! Dunno how long this would take place after part one, but... Enough time, at least. Here's part one and part two if you missed it otherwise!

Trigger Warnings:

Implications to suicidal thoughts, urges, commiting the act. Read with caution!

Cedric nods his head to a favorite song as he works, mumbling lyrics as he drums his fingertips on the wood of his workshop table. He was experimenting with a few potions that princess Sofia needed help making for a sorcery test, trying to find a way of speeding up the chemical processes.

Keeping his mind occupied usually helped to drown out the darker thoughts- and working at his desk keeps his feet from wandering too far.

Cedric's warm brown eyes glance at the heavy curtain obscuring his balcony. Ever since Sofia had come to almost witness his demise, the curtain sagged from a few nails dug into the stone wall.

Like a band-aid over a gaping wound.

"Least it's covered... So I don't have to look at it." The lanky man muttered to himself, feeling his skin crawl as he shoved down the memory of the last time he visited his balcony.

Mr. Ceedric?

Cedric winced, scratching at his ear in agitation. Princess Sofia's voice, small and hesitant as it was that night, has haunted him. Another voice in his head belonging to people he has disappointed.

Ever since, Cedric would consciously give his balcony a wide berth, steps quick and almost fearful of coming too close. His eyes immediately stung whenever they would land on the railing- his heart sinking when he found the bolts attached to the ground, keeping the railing secure, were worn and loose. The stone flooring had trenches made of scuff marks from his shoes, climbing dangerously over the ledge.

It was funny, the things Cedric noticed when he took a step away from the ledge; instead of staring straight down over it.

Cedric tears his gaze away from the haphazard curtain, a heavy sigh leaving him. His concentration broke yet again, and he rubs his temple in exhaustion.

"Should probably get to bed already..." The man mused to himself, already thinking of what tea blend to make so he could actually fall asleep.

The lanky man rises from his rolling chair, groaning from his stiff joints protesting against it.

Chamomile... Lavender... Maybe add some Valerian root. Cedric thought to himself, waving his wand to fill his kettle with water. He shuffles around his workshop for the herbs he needed, laying it on a side table nearby.

A few minutes later, his tea was ready, and he had since changed into his pajamas- his worn hexley Hall shirt, bearing his first initial, and loose boxers with a star and moon pattern.

Taking a sip, he sighs- this time, in relief.

Standing against a table, drinking his tea, it was a small, mundane moment; but to the sorcerer, it was another conscious choice to... Make things better.

For himself, and for a princess who would worry otherwise.

#cedric the sensational #cedricthesorceror #sophia the first #character study #cedric the sorcerer angst #small drabble #hopeful ending #pinky swear cedric would recover from this

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dai-gloop · 1 year

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winter rays. 💡

cedric diggory x reader

wc: 0.5+

fluff, drabble

"hurry, this way!"

"slow down!" you shouted after cedric with a small and airy laugh, trying his best to catch up with you as he ran through the field and towards the creek. it was a pleasant day for winter, the sun beaming down on your skin as the cold air that stung your cheeks contrasted the rays; it wasn't an unwelcome feel - not at all. the breeze was comforting as you chased after cedric with a grin on your face. every time your feet hit the icy grass, you thought of how it held such magnificent flowers in the spring.

you finally caught up to cedric where he waited at the edge of the creek, the rapid but soothing sound of running water filling in the air, mixing beautifully with the birds chirping from the trees. you looked up towards cedric as he held his hand out, slipping your cold one into his as if it were made to be held by him and him only.

he squeezed your hand slightly, as if testing that you were real and not just a figment of his imagination, tugging you a bit closer before wrapping his arms around you. a giggle escaped your lips as his hair tickled your cheek, replacing the sensation with a small peck to your skin.

you looked up through the sun's rays to stare into cedric's glimmering eyes - the eyes that seemed to hold a million galaxies - and you watched as his once content expression formed into one of pure adoration. his mouth curving into a soft smile revealing the faintest shadow of dimples at the corners of his lips. brown hair fell in curls on his forehead as he stared down at you, and then there was silence; no words needed to be spoken at that moment as he gazed down at you.

you always believed that eyes could tell a story, and once you met cedric, that belief manifested into a reality. his eyes danced with passion and clashing tenderness as they scanned your face; it was as if time froze. you were in your own little universe with him.

"you're so beautiful in the sun," cedric all but muttered as his fingers delicately ran down the side of your cheek, moving to cup your face in his hands. "so, so beautiful."

even after all these months of hearing endless compliments and praise from him, his words never failed to make the tips of your ears glow, and all you could do was beam back up at him, shaking your head lightly before going up onto your tippy toes to gift him a light kiss.

"i love you," you mumbled against his lips, your hand resting on his chest to feel his heartbeat, the rhythm beating to match the speed of your breaths.

"i. love. you," cedric spoke, each word being punctuated by a kiss and you could feel the grin on his lips. it was impossible to feel solemn with eachother in your grasps.

just by looking up into his grey eyes and seeing the blue skies reflecting off of them, you knew everything would be fine - even if it were for just this moment.

#dai-gloop #cedric diggory #harry potter #harry potter fanficiton #cedric diggory x reader #cedric x reader #fluff #drabble #harry potter fluff

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btsbabe7 · 5 months

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November Prompt Day 1: Theater

Words: 681 | Pairing : Cedric Diggory x reader, sixth year

You hadn’t given it much thought at first when the sandy haired Hufflepuff, Cedric Diggory asked you to join him for a movie over break just before boarding the train home. It seemed like any other friendly gesture and students often hung out during breaks. Even Hermione had asked you to join her in taking up visiting an art museum over the break, in which you happily agreed.

“Yeah, of course,” was all you had managed over the pages of your crisp book pages and he waltzed away with a smile before settling into the compartment diagonal from yours.

Solora Hazelridge, a blue-eyed, black haired Ravenclaw, who whispers say, should have been sorted into Slytherin with her cunning cleverness, but managed Ravenclaw because of her wits and wish to the Sorting Hat in her first year, slips into your half-loaded compartment.

“Did I just witness Cedric Diggory ask you out on a date?” she chimes.

“A date? Of course not.”

“Cedric never asks girls out unless he’s interested, or so I’ve heard.”

“Solora, I really just want to finish this book,” you sigh, not wanting to give much thought into what’s happened until you’re alone.

“Just think about what I said. Hufflepuff or not, Cedric doesn’t seem to be one that chooses lightly.”

And in the turn of a page, she’s gone.

That was a week ago and now you stand in the slight unfamiliarity of your own room back home in London, staring at yourself in the mirror with Solora’s words echoing in your mind.

A saffron colored dress clings to your curves and a dangly, beaded purse hangs from your shoulder. Your usually pinned curls have been let down and cut bluntly against your mid-back. You hardly recognize yourself in this setting, but you don’t have time to dwell on your looks or the neat makeup plastered across your lids, nor the glimmer smeared against the plumpness of your lips. You’re supposed to meet Cedric in less than ten minutes and transfiguring into a crowd of people isn’t ideal.

You’d settled on a nearby alley to spare yourself the trouble of being caught by any muggles. You don’t want to be caught in a scene where the police deem the witness insane because magic isn’t real to those who don’t believe.

When you reach the theater, slightly out of breath from your detour, Cedric stands just outside, preoccupied by the list of movies on the dingy white placard above the ticket window.

“You’d think the best movies would be played when students come back home for breaks, but they always save the bad ones for us.”

“I’d say they do it on purpose, but Merlin, that’d just be bad for business,” Cedric chortles and finally allows his gaze to roll towards you.

His curly hair is pushed back off his forehead and he’s sporting his usually charming smile; the same one you found yourself becoming all too familiar with even in the crowded hallways at school and even in the Great Hall. It was the very reason you were so reluctant in your response. After all, a smile could lead to anything.

You and Cedric decide on something they labeled as horror and settle in the back row with a large bin of popcorn and two drinks.

“Do you think it’ll be gory?” He chuckles while settling into the leather seat.

“Maybe,” you taunt. “Do you have a weak stomach, Cedric?”

The previews glisten in his irises when he turns to you, smiling mockingly because he’s too manly to admit it directly.

“Do you?”

“Of course not,” you whisper, trying not to focus too much on his steady gaze, but end up failing miserably.

He gently strokes your chin, allowing his fingertips to crawl across your jawline before leaning in closer.

“May I?”

You nod, too stunned to talk and too surprised that a heartthrob like Cedric would pick you for something like this.

And as his soft lips press into yours in the dark back row of the empty theater, you find yourself wondering: why me?

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