I Totally See Cedric Kind Of Flirting

If you see me smiling at my phone, no, I am not in love. I'm just reading a hedric fanfic.

This may be a controversial opinion.

I love spoilers.

It might just be my anxiety but still. I get so excited when finding out things that will happen later in a book/series. Like what? Why? How? And then I see it and it clicks and makes sense.

Cedric and Harry under the invisibility cloak at Hogsmeade

Once the cloak was over his head, the last thing Harry expected was for Cedric to reach out for him, much less to throw his arm around his shoulders and walk together like that. Between the weight of the cloak and Cedric's delicate pressure on him, Harry was having trouble breathing. He tried to form a mental picture of how they must look from the outside, and he checked all sides to make sure no one else was in the forest.

Then he offered to let him get under the cloak. "You're tall, but I think we fit in," Harry made room for Cedric, who hunched just enough for him to cover both of them. “Are you comfortable?”

The smile on his face was an affirmative answer.

Cedric looked in all directions and, as they continued walking, he straightened up and supported all the weight on his own. As if it were an umbrella in the rain, Harry was sheltered between the soft arm behind his head and Cedric's chest that at times crashed against his back. “This is incredible. If it wasn't for the fact that I feel like I'm under a sheet, I'd totally forget that we're invisible.”

"Trust me, when there's someone who shouldn't see you, you gladly remember you are," Harry replied, laughing.

He couldn't see Cedric’s expression but he could sense his tone. “Have you used it many times?”

Impressed, surprised.

“A few. With Ron too.”

Wandering around with his best friend was nothing compared to being with Cedric and his scent that filled the small space. Harry was being really careful not to trip over the cloak or bump into him, but all his efforts disappeared as they seemed to match their steps while talking.

"You've never been caught," Cedric stated, slight amusement in his voice. “I don't know if I want to ask why you had to use it in the first place.”

“No, you definitely don't want to know. You might have to report it.”

"I would never report you."

There wasn't an ounce of doubt.

"Unless I was in danger," Harry said, smiling to himself when the silence proved him right. “Hermione’s like that too. You two have a lot in common. I bet you’d like her.”

"I would tell you first," he declared, suddenly unsteady in his steps. “I bet I would.”

Harry couldn't imagine someone Cedric wouldn't like.

Or someone who wouldn’t like Cedric.

He was so…

He had no words.

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Ao3: Always Yours

I think I’m gonna start posting things from part two :)

I've read a lot of people discussing writers or readers block BUT what happens when you have BOTH? It sucks.

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

[Here’s a Twitter friendly version!]

Fanfic Writer Q&A

🍐 Do you listen to music when you write? If yes, what kind? If no, why not?

🍊 Do you have a trusted beta reader or are you more of the ‘Not Beta Read We Die Like Men’ type?

🍏 First person or third person?

🍎 Past tense or present tense?

🍌 How long do your fics tend to be? Short and sweet? Or novel-length?

🫐 Mutli-chapter or one-shots?

🍍 Rarepairs? Yea or nay?

🍈 In character or out of character?

🍉 Favorite trope? What’s a cliche that you just love?

🍆 Do you like reading/writing ABO?

🍓 OTP(s)?

🥝 NOTP?

🍋 Fluff or smut? Or both?

🌶 Does angst get you excited? Or does it make you wanna crawl into a hole and just cry?

🥭 How do you come up with fic ideas?

🥥 Are you a planner or do you just write by the seat of your pants?

🍒 Do you title your chapters?

🍑 Overused words or phrases that just make your eye twitch?

🍇 What’s something that you struggle with as a writer?

🥑 Any writing advice?

I was afraid that ending a romantic relationship might take its tool on my ability to write romance.

It did, but not as bad as I expected.

She still inspires me.

Not that she truly knew it before but she still does.

To the girl that brought me chocolate because she thought I might like them despite it being such a romantic gesture (she used to say she wasn’t a romantic person, but very deep inside she was the sweetest).

To the girl that loved me in such a pretty way.

Being loved by a her hit so different —or maybe I just haven’t been loved that right before.

I made up with love these days.

And I hope I still catch pieces of her in myself and my writing.

Harry and Cedric's first kiss

He couldn't tell who hugged whom first. 

Standing in front of the fireplace, they melted into each other in a way he hadn't known possible. That unfamiliar feeling carved a path inside Cedric that he knew he would take frequently from now on. A mixture of peace and storm at the same time, one of those that devastates you in its path and nothing is the same ever again. 

The order did not matter, because after that prior conversation so…

Intimate and not at all reassuring, it was all Cedric wanted to do.

Unable to move away, he held on tightly and closed his eyes, letting himself be carried away by the lightness that filled him when feeling Harry's hands behind his back, encircling Cedric with his head in the crook of his neck. It seemed acceptable to say goodbye like that: the limits of their friendship had expanded, as if they had leveled up. 

Acceptable for one minute. 

The side game where Cedric had his heart in his mouth and so many trapped emotions was another matter.

Two and he stopped counting.

The pounding in his chest was all he could make out as Harry stepped back a few inches. With his face so close to his and his big green eyes watching him with an intensity he could only think must match his own, he heard him murmur his name. 

“ Cedric. ”

Like a whisper.

A warning.

And maybe it was because all summer he had Harry in his head.

Because he couldn't escape that bubbly feeling all night.

Because he would have sworn that Harry Potter was about to kiss him, Cedric leaned in an instant, breaking the short distance between them. Harry’s lips were so soft against his, warm and the pressure of his hand on the fabric of his shirt, as if Harry was holding on to him… 

Cedric had never felt like this in his entire life.

Trembling, alert and lost at the same time.

Each movement ignited a sensation that grew more compelling. That was the way Cedric would have ever imagined his first kiss. The need that came with each one caught him off guard and it might as well have been ten minutes or ten seconds before Harry pulled away for air. 

Then they looked at each other. 

What had they just done?

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I'm honestly committed to find and post my favorite moments <3

Ao3: Always Yours

I love Cedric Diggory. Not only because he’s georgeous (insert Taylor Swift song) but he is also in some way a version of a popular boy, but make it good. He’s nice and a Hufflepuff. What is there not to love? Good boys didn’t use to catch most eyes in fiction. I remember the bad-boy era.

Cedric and Harry’s phone call during summer

"I miss Hogwarts," Harry blurted out, unable to avoid his wistful tone.

In all the letters he had written in that time, he had never admitted it.

Cedric remained silent for a moment.

"Not exactly Snape, I must confess," he continued with a joke, self-conscious.

"It's like home to you, isn't it?"

Harry didn't write that because he knew people would feel sad for him, just as he thought Cedric did.

He was embarrassed to answer yes.

“I miss Hogwarts too. My friends. And you.”

The other feeling Harry had…

It would last much longer than a call.

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Ao3: Always Yours

So I finally decided to start posting cute fragments from part two 🤍

And of course Harry says “I miss you too.”