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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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I haven't drawn them like this since 2017.
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