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Indian Aesthetic: Cedric Diggory

Cedric Diggory was, as you all know, exceptionally hard-working, infinitely fair minded, and most importantly, a fierce, fierce friend.

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HARRY POTTER & THE GOBLET OF FIRE (2005) dir. Mike Newell

. Cedric Diggory x Fem!Reader .

(Dress)

a/n: y/n is Harry’s sister

“C-Can you repeat that?” (Y/n) asked. Her cheeks turning a hint of red. As she waited to hear Cedric’s question once more, wanting to make sure she was hearing it correctly.

“Will you go to the Yule Ball with me?” He replied. If only Cedric could hear her thoughts. (Y/n) stood there silently, her heart pounding against her chest.

“If not that’s-”

“Yes,” she replied. Hugging her school books close to her chest, a smile growing across her cheeks. “I’d love too.”

Cedric’s mouth dropped in the shape of an ‘o’. He stared at her in awe, as she walked down the stairs towards him. A smile grew across her lips as she locked eyes with him, this felt like an utter dream to her. One that she never wanted to awake from.

She felt like a princess about to dance with her prince. Reaching the bottom of the stairs, he reached out his hand towards her, taking it with a smile she looked at him.

“You look rather dashing, Cedric.” She complimented.

“Y-You look beautiful.” He said.

She giggled, as they entered the Great Hall. Hermione was there with Viktor Krum, Ron, and Harry were there as well. Cedric couldn’t stop complimenting (Y/n) and she couldn’t stop complimenting him.

(Y/n) always seemed to make Cedric smile, from her awkwardness, courage, bravery, and honesty at times. He loved everything about her. So just seeing her right now dancing with him, in the most beautiful dress made his heart soar.

“I was wondering. If maybe we could go on at da-”

“Yes,” she replied. A smile on her lips leaning up and giving him a peck on the cheek. He spun her around and she giggled, looking into his eyes.

(Y/n) appears with Cedric’s body. Her arms wrapped around him as she sobbed into his chest. The crowd didn’t understand what has taken place and they all cheered.

She couldn’t breathe. Nor think. All she knew was that Cedric’s gone and he’s never coming back. The love of her life is never coming back.

“Y/n! Y/n!” Dumbledore exclaimed. Rushing over towards her kneeling down, trying to pry her arms off Cedric’s body.

“No, no, no!” She cried. Not wanting to let go. Tears rolling down her cheeks, “Tell me what happened!” He asked, and she looked at him teary-eyed.

“He's back, he's back! Voldemort's back.” She cried. Her lip quivering, “Cedric, he asked me to bring his body back. I couldn't leave him, not there.” She cried, sniffling as the moment replayed in her head over and over.

Looking back down at Cedric’s lifeless body. She stared into his eyes cupping his cheeks, “It should’ve been me,” She wailed, wrapping her arms back around his body as she cried into his chest.

Even though there were far more important situations at hand, more tears welled up in her eyes. As she whispered in his chest, “We still haven’t gone on our date.” She sniffled, as she continued to cry into his chest.