Cedric Wishes Harry Good Luck :)

i don't want to run

from the things you loved,

and that means that song

you always managed to listen

at least once,

those tunes as soft

as you, sweet and sad,

and me.

i had the luck

of being someone

you loved.

i don't want to run from myself

and the things i loved,

such as you

and everything that was yours.

i built myself right by your side.

we were one

at some point

and there is not much distance left

between what you loved

and what i loved.

I got bored and decided to write some questions for fanfic authors!

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you never offered

a place for me

to stay

but i did anyway.

uninhabitable

and yet i tried.

i didn't make it,

you'll see.

even in the desert,

you need water.

Me da tantas vibras Ladrien

Amé esta trilogía y la trama superheroina-chiconormal

- Oh, ¿no puedes satisfacerte contigo mismo? -No puedo. - Su sonrisa se hizo más amplia - Acabo de ganar el corazón de la única superhéroe del mundo. ¡Soy el hombre! -Ugh. Vale. Me voy a casa ahora, antes de enfermarme. - Esta bien, ok, lo siento. Sólo estoy bromeando. Más o menos. Pero enserio me gustas. Que puedo decir. Soy lo suficientemente hombre como para decirte. Te quiero, Jamie. Tanto que me estoy volviendo loco por esto. ¿Por qué no acabas de admitir que me quieres también? -Quiero que sigas vivo, es lo que quiero. - ¿Eso es todo? - Es una cosa muy grande, ¿no te parece? -Bueno, si, no matarme es un objetivo muy bueno, pero lo que quería decir yo, ¿eso es todo lo que nos mantiene separados?

the rowling hag killed off cedric because she knew harry’s character would take a life of his own and try to date him in the next book

Me: I don't know what to write next. Like it has to be interesting. If it doesn't entretain me what can I expect...?

Mi dirty mind: So add smut.

Me: Yeah, that will do.

will your name

someday stop sounding

in my head

as beautiful?

the trap i fell

all by myself.

your waist,

your hips.

magic.

you were magic

and i was dust.

i still remember the weight

of your small hand

on my thigh

and the way

you held me

even on a crowd

as if we were alone.

that's how we felt:

like there was no one else

because there wasn't.

with you i felt

so much taller,

stronger,

prettier

and luckier.

i guess i knew

i would run out

of luck someday.

(original here)

"I don't usually kiss my friends" -Cedric Diggory to Harry Potter

In the afternoon he approached Harry, who was standing with Ron and Hermione, and asked to speak in private. They headed for the gardens since the weather was still nice and it was the perfect location to discuss such a difficult matter to bring up in the first place.

"I don't usually do that kind of thing," was what came out of Cedric.

Harry tilted his head curiously. “What do you mean?”

"Kissing my friends."

His direct answer made Harry look away instantly. “Neither do I. I’ve never…”

"Was that your first kiss?"

"Did you notice?" he muttered, embarrassed.

It wasn't that Cedric had thought of it for any particular reason other than the suspicion that if someone had kissed the famous Harry Potter, he supposed it’d be known. And that Harry was, after all, younger than him and had never expressed any interest before.

"I wasn't sure," he admitted, not wanting to make him self-conscious. Cedric wasn't an expert by any means. “But it was good.”

That may not have been part of what he had planned to say.

“I kind of only got kissed by a Dementor once, so that was a big improvement.”

Cedric laughed at the joke, blushing.

That was Harry's way of agreeing too.

He wanted to tell him how he felt…

He wanted to tell him that he wouldn't mind kissing him right then and there again.

But he couldn't do it. If Harry didn't feel the same way, he wasn't sure they would manage to stay friends the same way. And even if Harry liked him too in that way, it might not be enough.

"I wouldn't want what happened to turn things weird between us. I think I misunderstood the situation… I'm sorry if I made you feel uncomfortable.”

Apologizing was something he was good at.

The detail was that it was not in relation to kissing him.

“You didn’t.”

“Really?” Cedric questioned, remembering how he himself would say something similar when it wasn't completely true. “You can tell me.”

“No, it was fine. It didn’t bother me."

It hadn't bothered him.

What could Cedric say to that?

"That wasn't your first, was it?" Harry asked.

“No, it wasn’t.”

But it was the best.

"I didn't know you had dated someone before.”

"Oh, I've never dated anyone. Those were disastrous occasions,” he blurted out, suddenly realizing that it might sound bad. “Not that this was.”

Maybe it was, in the sense that he was messed up on the inside.

Ao3: Always Yours