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neglect [c.d]

word count: 1.5k

pairing: cedric diggory x reader

warnings: slight angst? idk 

a/n: i’m not sure i like the end of this, but i hope you enjoy!

request:  How about some Sirius Black or Cedric Fluff?? :) (requested by @weapinggwillowss)

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you were sitting in the hufflepuff common room, your homework sprawled out in front of you, though it was long forgotten as your gaze was set intently on the flames burning brightly in front of you. 

you were meant to meet your boyfriend, cedric, in the common room an hour ago so he could help you with a potions essay you were particularly struggling with. 

with a sigh, you finally tore your gaze from the beautiful fire, a last glance shooting around the common room in search of the boy before giving up and packing up your supplies.

recently, you hadn’t seen much of him. he was currently in his seventh year, a year above you, and he had been swarmed with his duties as a prefect. not to mention he also happened to be fighting in the legendary triwizard tournament as the hogwarts champion, but that wasn’t something you were too fond of. 

as his partner, you worried for the boy’s life, knowing well that it was more than possible he came out dead. it didn’t seem to stop him though, and rather than fighting, you chose to support him as best you could (though you did still express your concerns to him privately.)

of course, you didn’t blame him for struggling to find time for you recently. he had quite a full plate, and he was doing amazing at balancing it all. you knew if he could find time for you, he would. he only had two tasks left, and then the two of you could go back to the way things were. 

you couldn’t wait for that day, as with every passing day, a feeling of dread worsened as each task grew nearer.

you decided instead to head to the library, knowing you’d find much more quiet there than elsewhere. you spotted hermione, and smiled kindly at her, asking if you could sit with her, knowing full well that the two of you would actually get something done. 

she agreed, and you two worked quietly, her managing to help you with the essay your boyfriend was supposed to assist you with. still, hermione was incredibly bright for her age, and had no problem helping. 

you worked hard for some time before a first year came bounding into the library, eyes landing on your figure and made his way over. 

“excuse me?” he piped, catching both yours and hermione’s attention. “professor dumbledore would like to see you both!” he exclaimed, and you and the girl across from you exchanged confused looks before shrugging and putting your supplies in your bags, thanking the first year and watching him scurry off. 

“strange. i wonder what he wants from us?” you spoke, though hermione didn’t answer, as she was just as confused.

you both made your way to dumbledore’s office, seeing the door already open. you climbed the stairs, stepping into his office. you saw ron and a small blonde girl who looked almost identical to fleur in there already, and suddenly you realized this must be for the next task. 

you stepped into line with the other two, taking in a sharp breath as you stared at the back of dumbledore’s chair. he briskly turned around, standing in front of the four of you. 

“i’m sure you’re all wondering why i brought you here.” you all nodded, “you’re here because you all are of great importance to the champions. i promise, this won’t hurt a bit.” before any of you could respond, everything went black.

cedric searched frantically for his girlfriend, cursing himself for sleeping through their study date. everything had been so much for him, he had been absolutely exhausted and thought taking a small nap would do him good, only one hour turned to three and he had only woken up to see an empty common room. 

he asked around, only receiving shrugs in turn from his fellow housemates, meaning she must not have been around for some time. he frowned, guilt flooding his being as he realized he stood her up, again.

he checked her usual hangouts; the library, the courtyard, the great hall. he even found several friends, and seemingly no one had seen her for hours. this worried him, as you knew many people throughout the castle and were always around. 

after searching over what felt like the entire school grounds, he retreated back to his common room, flooded with guilt and sadness. as much as he wanted to find you, he had the second task tomorrow, and he promised himself he’d catch you in the morning before he had to leave.

the next morning, he sat in the great hall, his eyes scanning the waves of students in a desperate attempt to find you, though something told him he wasn’t going to be seeing you before the second task. 

“mate, you’ve got to eat.” his friend told him, smiling sympathetically, knowing the pain he was enduring. cedric frowned, but did as told. he was the hogwarts champion after all, and though he would much prefer to spend his time looking for you, he knew he had a responsibility and was going to do his best. for you, if anything. maybe then his actions would have some sort of justification. 

the excuse sounded lame even in his own head.

the time for the task came much faster than cedric would’ve liked, and he stood with the other three champions, facing the great lake. now standing before it, about to jump in and being so unsure of what to expect, he felt a shiver run down his spine. 

it no longer seemed like the warming lake he once thought it to be. it seemed murky, mysterious. scary, even. still, he took a deep breath, readying himself, as did those beside him. he cast a charm upon himself just before the horn blew, and he dove into the dark waters.

when he finally arrived at the merpeople’s village, he froze in shock. there you were, beautiful as ever, your ankle gently tied and holding you down under the water. he quickly shook himself out of his thoughts, nodding to harry who had already arrived, before shooting a spell at the rope and cutting you loose, pulling you to the surface. 

you gasped for air, your eyes shooting open and the sound of cheering filled your ears. you turned, looking at cedric, who was smiling down proudly at you. you smiled softly back, and the two of you made your way over to the platform, receiving towels to fight the freezing wind blowing against your soaked clothing.

cedric was being congratulated by students, so you decided to find a quiet place to sit, on the other edge of the platform away from everyone. you smiled, watching cedric’s face light up when he was told he was in first place. 

cedric finally managed to slip away from the crowd, making his way over to you. a guilty smile was present on his face, and he looked at you hopefully. 

“i don’t suppose you have a minute?” he teased, though you could tell he was nervous by the shake in his voice. 

“of course.” you answered, gesturing for him to sit next to you.

he did so, and the two of you sat in silence for a moment before he spoke, “look, y/n. i just wanted to apologize.” you turned to him, a questioning expression on your face. 

“for..?” he sighed, running a hand through his wet hair. 

“for missing our date.. again.” 

you smiled sadly, but forced a more convincing one. “it’s fine, cedric, really-” you tried, but he put a hand up to stop you. 

“it’s not fine, y/n. we’ve barely spoken these past weeks about anything other than the tournament, and it’s my fault. i’ve been so busy that i’ve been neglecting you and our relationship. it’s not an excuse, i know. i’m going to make it up to you, if you’ll let me.”

you were speechless, and didn’t know how to respond. everything he said was true, you couldn’t deny it, and a part of you didn’t want to. you were glad he came to his senses. 

you smiled, genuinely, and pressed a small kiss to his cheek. “i’d love that.” he lifted an arm, allowing you to move closer to him, resting your head on his shoulder. 

he wrapped his arm tightly around your shoulder, and the two of you sat peacefully. 

the task ended, and the students quickly filed out of the stands, but the two of you sat unmoving, catching up about everything and anything, other than the tournament of course. you two had had more than enough with that. 

you ended up staying long after everyone else, the two of you simply enjoy one another’s company. cedric never took his eyes off you, and gave you his full attention. and this, you realized, was what you missed most about him. 

from then on, he promised to always make time for you until the day he died, and that he did. only that day came much sooner than he had planned.

From me to you | C.D.

Cedric Diggory x Reader

Warning:references to death

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Summary:After Cedric’s death you find a letter left on your bed.

The chaos exploded around you:people jumped on their feet,shaking their hands in the air to celebrate the boys who had just came out from the labyrinth. You woke up too,trying to see who the winner of the Triwizard tournament was but while everyone was celebrating you soon realised that something was wrong.

Harry seemed to be almost a little dot from your seat but you immediately realised he was holding Cedric in a too weird way,and the Hufflepuff wasn’t even moving. You woke up,trying to walk down the field seats when Fleur’s scream froze the air. The students suddenly became silent as McGonagall turned around asking everyone to stay in their seats.

Your hands were shaking at the thought of what could had just happened and,soon,all your fears turned into reality. <<That’s my son!>> Cedric’s father yelled with tears falling down from his eyes. Your stomach suddenly twisted itself,throwing up its acid while you felt your throat being tied in a tight knot. Your usually bright eyes lost their lights and begun to burn like fire while your cheeks suddenly turned into slides for sealed tears. Even your legs couldn’t make you stand properly as you leaned your body against Pansy Parkinson’s who was standing right beside you

None of you ever got along well with the other,but in that moment all she could do was holding you. A hand of hers rested on your back while the other on your tummy as your eyes met:Pansy was crying too,her breath was short and heavy. You stared into each other’s eyes for a few seconds and then you pulled away,running.

You made your way in between the students,hitting Ron who looked at you with the saddest stare you had ever seen in the last years. You even bumped into George and Fred,almost falling as the second one caught you right in time <<Y/n>> he tried to speak but you pushed him and kept running,crossing also Cho Chang’s way. You saw her on her knees,desperately sobbing with Luna right next to her,looking extremely hurt.

Once you made it out with not a single professor seeing you leaving you locked yourself in your bedroom.

Your back slipped along the cold wood of the door. The air was silent,not a single noise could be heard expect the ones from your sobs.

You curled up yourself,hugging your legs you had brought against your chest and hiding your face in the cloth of your uniform skirt.

Your breath was short,you were almost gasping for air while Cedric’s memories crossed your mind like movie scenes. His smile,his pinky cheeks,his hand holding yours. Everything was now just an image stuck in your mind which made your heart emotional.

<<Y/n!>> Cedric greeted you with a soft smile,wrapping your body in a tight hug. His hands caressed your back slowly as you hid your face in the crook of his neck. His scent filled your nostril. Fresh grass and hot thea:it was the boy’s scent which reminded you of home.

You shaked your head,waking up and walking towards your bed. You sat on it and rested your head on your pillow,sliding the hands underneath it. You realised that someone left a sheet of paper under the pillow.

You sat,holding what looked like a letter and read it.

To:Y/n

From:Cedric (Ced) Diggory

Dear Y/n,

As a child mum used to tell me to write down the feelings I couldn’t control to focus on them and on how contain the little flames they sent to my heart.The recipient of my letters used to be a so called “Jace”,he was my imaginary friend. A queit type,I remember describing him like that. But today I’m not writing to him,actually I don’t even know who I’m writing to. I’m not a child anymore,but I don’t even feel to be an adult. I’m in the middle of the thin strand of my life and I’m trying to not fall in the ocean under me. The funny part of what’s going on? I’m writing this letter the night after the first task of the Triwizard Tournament:the most dangerous competition of the entire Wizarding World which I have,obviously,taken part to. A paradox,you see. I regret it. I do. I put my name in the Goblet of fire during a moment of overstatement of myself. I was feeling confident,strong,powerful,I was feeling like someone my friends would look up to...I was feeling like an adult. But I’m not. I’m just a seventeen year old boy who has just realised he wants to live the life of a seventeen year old boy. Not the life of an adult,nor of a hero,or of a fighter.

Is it too late to understand what I put myself into? I do think so,but I can’t go back in time. The concern has begun to grow,the fear has begun to take control and I’m overthinking everything. During the night I lay down and I ask myself if after the tournament I’ll be a different person. Will I keep doing everything in the same way? Will I keep seeing everything in the same way? Then,when I’m finally falling asleep the scariest question starts floating in my mind:will I be able to spend the rest of my life with the people I love? Or will I become a ghost? Someone has just popped in my mind. Someone with a beautiful smile,a girl,with a beautiful smile.

I walk her to class everyday just to see it. She’s the prettiest girl on earth,the strongest,she taught me that every scar is a sign of victory. Her name’s Y/n. Such a sweet name. Such a sweet voice. She always greets me with a soft “Hi” and she calls me “Ced”. Once I asked her why:she said that “Ced” suits me better than “Cedric” because it sounds cuter. I don’t really know if she was just fooling me or if she was telling the truth,but I loved the way she talked to me. Y/n’s my best friend,maybe something more for me. I don’t know if she has the same feelings. I think she’s my soulmate. Not in a foolish way,like what you see in random movies. A real soulmate:the piece which complete you perfectly,the piece of the puzzle which complete the whole picture. I’m not saying this just because we think and act almost in the same way,I’m saying this because when I look at her I’m SURE she’s understanding my feelings,I’m SURE she knows what’s going on in my head,so she speaks and says the right thing at the right moment of the right day.I’m so grateful for Y/n. She’s the only person I’d love to spend the rest of my life with. I’d love to wake up in the morning and see her pretty smile,I’d love to look into her eyes and see the same,deep,clear ocean everyday. I want to hug her and protect her from the worst things of this world,from the cruel life,from the pain. I want to run with her in a field of daisies and butterflies. This is what I fear now:losing her,hurting her. What if she will lose me and it will be my own fault? As I said before I put my name in the Goblet of fire in a moment of overstatement of myself but when I saw all my friends cheering for me I didn’t want to disappoint them,but in not trying to disappoint the whole chorus I disappointed the most important voice. Y/n didn’t want me to take part to the tournament. She told me it was too dangerous,that I would regret everything. And she was right. I’m an hypocrite:I ignored her and now I’m here feeling sorry for hurting her feelings and scared for what my future is going to be. Such a trouble maker. An idiot,that’s better maybe,and as an idiot I should burn this letter in the fireplace,but I’m not. I’m sending this to Y/n.

Dear Y/n,now I’m talking directly to you,I’m not just writing random feelings down anymore. I don’t know how I’ll sent this letter to you,maybe through an howl or maybe I’ll just ask Harry,but please read it until the end. You deserve to read my previous words and the following:I love you. I love you with my whole hurt and I apologise for being too impulsive,I apologise if I’ll hurt you,if you’ll cry sour tears for me,I apologise for not listening to the most important person of my life just not to disappoint someone else.I really do. I hope you’ll find this letter and you’ll bring it to me to slap me in the face,telling me that I’m an idiot and then laugh together at how much dramatic I’m being,but if it won’t happen,please,know that I will always be by your side. No matter what. So please,I’m begging you:forgive me. Forgive me for the happy ending we won’t get. Keep on with your life,find someone that will love you and listen to you in the right way. Find someone you’ll hug with the same love you hugged me,find someone you’ll talk to with the same sweetness you talked to me,find someone who won’t throw everything away and regret it when it’s too late and make them dream as much as I dreamed about you and all your little things. You’re the only one who made me feel alive. Thank you.

Be happy,Y/n.

Forever yours,

Cedric (Ced) x.

Worried - Cedric Diggory

Cedric x Fem!reader

Warnings: none

Word count: 313

Summary: Y/n’s worried about Cedric being in the tournament.

Authors Note: He never died in this I hated that part!

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“I’m worried about you.” Y/n stated to her boyfriend as she nervously played with her fingers.

“I’ll be fine.” Cedric smiled over his shoulder as he grabbed his wand off his desk.

“They say this is the most dangerous challenge, Cedric.” Y/n stresses hoping he would understand where she’s coming from.

“Hey.” Cedric turned walking towards her. He reached his hands up to cup her cheeks, tilting her face to look him in the eyes. “I’ll be fine. Ok? Promise.”

As they headed to the final challenge. A maze. Once everyone was there and ready to start y/n had to move to the stands. Cedric turned around and looked up to where Y/n sat in the front row of the stands.

“I’ll be back before you know it.” he reached up to hold her hand for a brief moment, smiling up at her.

“I’ll hold you to that.” She smiled back best she could given how nervous she was for him. Y/n squeezed his hand back as tight as she could.

Waiting for Harry and Cedric was getting very nerve racking. Others showed up but they were still missing. Once they came through everyone cheered happily to see them come through okay. Y/n was happy as well till she studied the look on Cedric’s face. Specifically his eyes, and that was all it took for her to know something happened. But she’d ask him later, as for now she just wanted to hold him. Know he’s okay.

“Oh thank God.” She said as she reached him from running down the stairs to hug him.

Cedric wrapped his arms around her tightly once she was in his reach. After what he just went through and finding out Voldermorts back Cedric was just happy to be holding her in his arms once again. “I told you I’d be ok.”

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Visitors - Viktor Krum

Viktor x Fem!reader Diggory

Cedric x sister reader

Warnings: none

Word count: 1,385

Summary: Viktor and Y/n meet only to meet again not long after. And her brother and friends approve.

Authors Note: My first Viktor Krum imagine

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Y/n had to admit being at the Quidditch World Cup was pretty cool. Especially since she got to go with her brother, father, and friends. It was also nice that she had seemed to catch the eye of a certain star player.

Cedric nudged his little sister, teasing her. “I think someone like’s you.”

“Shut up.” Y/n nudged him back looking down shyly.

After the game, Y/n had gone to the little shop portion of tents surrounding the arena. As she was exiting the tents she ran into someone.

“Sorry.” Y/n apologized before looking up.

“No, no I’m sorry. It was my fault.” Low and behold the player who kept eyeing her during the game was who she ran into. And now he was helping her up. “I’m Viktor. Viktor Krum.” He introduced himself with a smile upon his lips. She was even prettier up close.

“Y/n. Y/n Diggory.” Y/n mirrored his smile but she did look down feeling embarrassed. She just literally ran into the Viktor Krum.

“Did you enjoy the game, Y/n?” Viktor asked still having not removed his hands from hers.

“Very much.” She nodded looking back up at him. It seemed he knew she felt a bit embarrassed but he didn’t want that to stop their conversation. “You were very good out there.”

Viktor got a slight blush on his cheeks. “You flatter me, Miss Diggory.”

Y/n shook her head with a smile. “Please just call me Y/n.”

The two suddenly heard cheers and rants coming from behind Viktor. As the two looked over they saw it was his team. They both let out laughs. “Looks like I must go.”

“Me too it seems.” Y/n said also glancing behind her to where her friends were calling her over and goofing off.

“Will I see you again?” Viktor asked before she could go. He didn’t want to leave her presence just yet.

Sadly she couldn’t give him a good answer to that. “I don’t know.”

Viktor nodded knowing that with school and things that liked to happen in the Wizarding world they couldn’t tell when they might see eachother again. But he knew how he felt. “I’d like to.”

Y/n sent him a smile. “Then hopefully we will. I’d like it as well.”

Viktor sent her a warm hopeful smile as he let go of her hand and headed back to where he should be with his team. Meanwhile, Cedric had walked over and stood beside his sister.

“Does someone like a certain quidditch player? Or does a certain quidditch player like you?” Cedric asked smiling but not in a teasing way. He would support his sister in her decisions, always.

Y/n smiled shyly biting her lip, blushing. “Maybe a bit of both.”

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Being back at Hogwarts was fun and stressful. But apparently, this year was going to have guests. At least that’s what Dumbledore is saying currently.

“This year Hogwarts will be hosting the Tri-Wizard tournament. This also means we will be housing 2 other wizarding schools as well. Let’s give them a warm welcome.” Dumbledore said and once he finished the big doors opened and in came the Drumstrang academy.

It didn’t take long for Y/n and Hermione and the others to notice Viktor Krum as part of the school.

“Well, will you look at who that is?” Hermione smiled as Krum entered the great hall.Y/n had told her about their encounter at the Worldcup. “Cedric wasn’t the only one to notice the way Viktor was looking at you. Or you him.”

“Hermione” Y/n dragged out her friend's name but even she knew it was true. She and Viktor had caught eyes when he entered the great hall. Cedric had noticed to.

“Y/n you deserve to find love. If that happens to be with the great Viktor Krum then let it.” Hermione encouraged. She would love to see Y/n happy and in love, the girl deserved it.

“You're supporting this?” Y/n asked with raised brows in shock before sneaking a quick glance towards the Drumstrang boys.

“Absolutely.” Hermione nodded, smiling mischievously. “I also think Cedric is supporting it as well.”

“Yeah, isn’t that odd?” Ron asked with his mouth full of food.

“Yeah, shouldn’t he be all protective over you?” Harry also questioned. Cause wasn’t that normal for siblings?

“Oh, he will be if anything happens but he’s also very supportive.” Y/n explained smiling over at her brother as he sent her a wink. Then Y/n and Krum met eyes again and both couldn’t help but smile.

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Y/n and Cedric were sitting by the black lake just spending some time together. Before Cedric nudged y/n and nodded behind them. “Will you look who’s coming over.”

“Bug off” Y/n nudged him back.

“Well, I need to go get ready for our first challenge.” Cedric stated getting up obviously leaving the two alone.

“Cedric.” Y/n grumbled as he started to walk off. Her brother trying to play matchmaker.

Cedric and Viktor exchanged glances as they passed eachother. Viktor smiled at the y/h/c-ed girl as he approached her. “Y/n.”

“Viktor” Y/n greeted back smiling as he sat down next to her, also facing the lake. “How are you enjoying Hogwarts?”

Viktor smiled back, always enjoying the Diggory girl's presence. He thought about it for a moment before answering. Which Y/n appreciated that he took the time to give her a real answer and not a short one. “It's different. I will say it’s nice that it brought us together.”

Y/n nodded in agreement smiling at the muscular boy. “It is a nice outcome.”

The two sat there for a long time talking and getting to know eachother. They did that till they had to leave for the first event of the tournament.

“Here to wish me luck?” Cedric smiled as Y/n entered the champion's tent.

“Of course brother.” she smiled and hugged him. She’d support him through this but it didn’t mean she wasn’t scared for him. He’s her brother and wizards die in this tournament.

“Maybe have to also with a certain Bulgarian luck?” he teased wiggling his eyebrows.

“You keep teasing me and he’ll be the only one I wish luck to again.” Y/n threatened playfully pointing at him and poking him in the chest.

“I wouldn’t mind.” Viktor smiled standing behind Y/n and shared a knowing look with Cedric over her head. Cedric smiled down at Y/n before walking away to talk to Fleur.

Y/n turned to face Viktor with an evident blush on her cheeks. “Want me to route for you, hmmm?”

“I would like that, yes.” he flashed her a smile and gave her a nod in confirmation. It seemed this girl could easily get him to smile, which was rare.

Y/n smiled back giving a short nod. He wanted her routing for him, that gave her butterflies. “Then you’ll have me routing for you.”

“Young love is blooming for more than one contestant it seems.” They turned upon hearing the reporter. Y/n felt slightly embarrassed having known the way she was looking at Viktor was intimate. Viktor sensed her discomfort and narrowed his eyes. “An with her own brother also a champion no less.”

Viktor stepped forward and stepped in front of Y/n, acting as a wall. With a stern face and voice. “It’s none of your business.”

“I think it’s time you left Miss Skeeter.” Dumbledore stated as he entered the champions' tent.

“I have to agree.” Igor Karkaroff said, standing up for his student and the girl he knew Viktor has a crush on.

“Mr.Diggory, your up first.” Dumbledore said after Miss Skeeter had been escorted out. Then he turned to Y/n smiling. “And Miss Diggory you should get to your seat. We’re ready to begin.”

“Be safe.” Y/n said hugging her brother as the adults left the tent.

“I will.” Cedric promises hugging her tightly before heading out.

Y/n turned to face Viktor after Cedric left and headed to the exit walking backwards. “You as well.”

Viktor gave her a nod and sent her a wink. “For you, I will.”

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Absolutely Whipped | Ron Weasley x Reader

Word Count: 1,987 words

Warnings: cursing

Requested: Can you do a Ron x Reader? Backstory doesn’t really matter but I feel like it be preferred if they were best friends before hand which I know is basic and generic but it’s cuuteee 🥺 @medioocremar

January 2nd, 1994. The Gryffindor Common Room. 8:54 am.

The sound of Ron angrily yelling out curse words at his fellow peers caught your attention, trying to make your way over to the red head, attempting to cover your reddening cheeks with your hand as you watched the furious red head snap his head to look at you at the sound of a gasp leaving your lips. Harry rests his arm on your shoulder, chuckling at the ginger who had just thrown a book at George. His twin brothers had slipped a drop of one of their test prank potions into his mouth while he was asleep, resulting in the bright pink hair covering his freckled face.

“Oh my...”

“I don’t think I am ever going to let him live this down,” Harry chuckled into your ear, following Weasley’s figure with his jade eyes letting out a content sigh as he saw him storm upstairs to the boys dormitories. He motioned at you to follow him, which you did gladly silently opening the door to their room letting out a yelp as you were met with Ron grabbing you rather hotly.

“Drop me right this instant, Billius-”

“Ron, let go of your little munchkin” The red head blushed as Harry exposed one of the many nicknames he called you, dropping your short frame onto the ground leaving your body crumpled on the floor leaving you to send daggers at him from your position on the floor. Harry rolled his eyes at his best friends actions, motioning towards the girl on the floor realization hitting the red head like a ton of bricks as he scrambled to pick you up giving you a sheepish grin. You smacked him on his shoulder, ignoring his wines as you focused your attention on the glaring color resting on his head. The 6′3 wizard plopped on the edge of his bed, running his fingers through his hair.

“Sorry... thought you were George.”

“Yeah, yeah Weasley,”

“Do you have any idea about what I am suppose to do about this?”

“I think if I beg your brothers long enough, they’ll give me the reverse potion. If you don’t want to come out of your dorm, then you don’t have to. Harry and I could bring you food throughout the day,” You offered the tall ginger a smile, which he returned opening his arms for you to walk into. Your smile widened as you wrapped your arms around his shoulder swaying them back and forth relaxing into his warm embrace.

“Awww... group hug!” The black haired wizard teased, tackling the lot of us forcing us to fall forward onto Ron’s bed knocking the wind out of you, reaching behind you smacking the bespectacled boy shoving him off of you, “Ow. Why must you be so aggressive?”

“I’ll show you aggressive-”

“Wait no! I take it back!”

The only sounds that came from the room were the sounds of you uttering profanities at Harry, and the screams of terror leaving his lips as you threw anything and everything you could get your hands on. Just before you got the chance to throw a chair at the dark haired boy, the tall ginger wrapped his arms around your waist throwing you over his shoulder like you were a satchel. You whined trying to get him to let you down, which only resulted in the snickering from the duo as he held you firmly against him. A thought came to mind, sneaking your hand down and landing a harsh slap against his bottom smirking to yourself as you felt the Gryffindor practically throw you off of him thankfully Harry caught you instinctively, a pout on his plump lips his hand rubbing on the tender skin. You felt Harrys chest rumbling as laughter raked through his body, twirling around in his arms sending daggers at the wizard.

“I wouldn’t be giggling if I were you, Potter. You’re next-”

“No! You keep your hands to yourself-”

January 7th, 1994. The Library. 3:03 pm.

You let out a frustrated groan, tugging harshly at your hair as you tried to re-read the words written in front of you. That makes no sense. I swear to you there was no porcupine quills in the Draught of Peace, you thought to yourself angrily trying to control your breathing. A fellow blonde caught sight of the frustrated tears in your eyes, pushing away any doubt choosing to help you out. He checked to make sure no one was around to see the girl close to a breakdown, including peering in between a few books, but he knew it would be highly unlikely since many people were still in their last class of the day. The Hufflepuff took a seat across from you, almost not catching your attention if it weren’t for the styled hair no other kid in the school seemed to pull off, other than the infamous Cedric Diggory.

“Oh, hey Cedric! I didn’t know you had a free period today,”

“I wasn’t supposed to, but I injured myself yesterday so they gave me today off to get me to recover faster, but knowing Madam Pomfrey she just wanted me to relax.”

“I’m sorry to hear that. Well, if you’re getting a day off why are you choosing to spend it in the library? Not saying it’s a bad thing,” You questioned, scratching out another wrong list of potion ingredients cursing underneath your breath running your fingers through your messy curls. Your tired eyes looked up to lock eyes with the boy who was motioning down at your note filled parchment paper, “Oh this? I’ve been struggling in Snape’s class lately. It’s only been these past 3 or 4 classes, but it’s still infuriating,”

“I can help you, if you’d like?”

“Oh no, I couldn’t do that to you.”

“I swear, it’s not a big deal. Think of it as a favor for keeping me company on this lonely day.” You felt yourself nodding at his words, grinning at the small smile that made its way onto his pale cheeks. The next hour and a half you guys spent going over all the small mistakes you had made on your quizzes. The pair of you ended up spending up a good portion of it making silly jokes, and goofing off. In the end he happily assured you that it was nothing major. You felt a weight lift off your shoulders, leaning into your palm as he scribbled down a few tips and notes on the marked up assignment flashing you a smile. 

“You are a saint, thank you Cedric. How can I repay you? Name your price, I’ll do it.” 

“Oh it’s nothing, honestly-”

“Did I just hear... a hug? A hug, are you sure? Of course, Cedric. Anything for you,” You teased, hurriedly making your way around the table to wrap your arms around the Hufflepuff who just laughed at your antics, slithering his arms around your waist letting out a breath he had no idea he was holding in. You hastily pulled away from the warm hug, noticing a head of red hair making its way over to you giving him a wide smile.

“Hey, Ron! How was-”

“Diggory,” The red head stated his voice laced with jealousy, his nostrils slightly flared as he towered over the Hufflepuff who was currently seated setting his satchel on the library table his jaw clenched. Cedric’s smile was wiped off his face a teasing look in his eyes, choosing to brush past him making his way out of the library but not before flashing you a warm smile. You rolled your eyes at your best friend, shoving his shoulder playfully as he took the seat Cedric had previously been sitting in.

“I swear you turned green for a split second there-”

“That is not true,”

“Oh really, so that wasn’t Mr, I’m Jealous of the Handsome Triwizard Champion?.” You leaned down to meet his bright blue eyes, quirking an eyebrow at the stammering red head, “That’s what I thought,”

“Can I ask you a question?”

“Of course. You can ask me anything”

“Would you like to go to Hogsmeade with me tomorrow? I-I know we usually go with ‘Mione and Harry, but I thought it could just be the two of us. What do you say?” The red head blushed profusely his words spewing out, scratching at the back of his head as he avoided eye contact with you. You felt a blush creep up your neck, tucking a stray strand of hair behind you ear.

“Is this a date, Weasley?”

“Only if you want it to be,”

“I’d love to go with you to Hogsmeade.” You whispered, feeling your breath hitch at the heat radiating off of his hand as it cupped your cheek. Leaning further into his touch nearly choking on your breath as he closed the little space between the two of you, his breath fanning over your face. You could almost swear that if your heart was 1 beat faster it would send you into cardiac arrest.

“Then it’s a date,”

January 8th, 1994. The Courtyard. 9:15 am.

You had decided to dress up a bit for your so called date, feeling rather cute in your outfit as you looked around for the tall red head your eyes scanning every face you came in contact with. A tap on your shoulders caused you to spin on your heel coming face to face with a flustered Ron, nearly awing at the way he cleaned up for you. He had a nice dress shirt tucked into a pair of jeans, a worn jacket thrown over the outfit a beanie covering his red hair. You playfully fanned yourself at the sight of him, giggling at the blush that washed over his entire face. Holy heavens above, who let this absolute angel come into my life you thought to yourself, subconsciously biting your bottom lip. That little action didn’t go unnoticed by Ron, who felt his chest tighten at the sight of your bottom lip trapped in between your teeth.

“You look really nice, Ron,”

“I look like rubbish compared to you, You look absolutely breathtaking,” He blushed, taking a tentative step forward taking your hand into his much larger one. Everything seemed to slow down at you felt like getting lost in his eyes, giving the red head a cheeky grin as he pulled you into his embrace his toned arms holding you tightly. You let your hands trail up his torso, resting on his chest pressing your body into his tall frame. You could tell this boy was going to cause some serious neck problems in the near future, considering he grew at the rate and height of a magic beanstalk.

“Are you ready to go- oh, w-what are you doing?”

“Just a little something,” You breathed out using this opportunity to grab a hold of his jacket, tugging the Gryffindor close to you feeling his breath hitch as you wrapped your arms around his neck crashing your lips against his. The second your lips touched it felt like everything else had disappeared, and it was only you and Ron in a state of bliss. The red head tightened his grip around your waist hoisting you up enough so he could properly kiss you. He deepened the kiss, letting out a satisfied sigh as you tugged at the ends of his hair.

“Oi lovebirds! Stop eating each other, let’s go,” The Weasley twins shouted unanimously at the pair, leaving the two of them flustered pulling away from each other hastily, you tucked a loose strand of your hair behind your ear, your cheeks a bright shade of pink.

“We better go before they end up dyeing my hair next,” Ron let out a throaty laugh, which in turn made you giggle too eyeing the ginger who calmed down enough to offer your hand entwining your fingers together making your way over to your group of friends who were cat calling and whistling at the both of you. 

You thought that after years of chasing after the boy you had been crushing on since you bumped into him, after the Sorting Ceremony, finally being yours would feel special. This felt absolutely magical. The sight of the red head goofing around with his friends, that smile you loved so much spread across his face made your heart melt fiddling with the necklace strewn across your neck. Ron happened to look up from his current conversation with Harry flashing you a loving smile that twinkle in his eyes. Damn you Ronald Weasley, you have me utterly and positively whipped. 

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