Cedric: How Is It That There Are Rumors About Harry And Me Being Together?

I'm not sure what is more frustrating about AO3 being down all day: not being able to read a fic or not being able to post a new chapter? :(

I totally see Cedric kind of flirting

Pairing: Cedric x Harry

Ao3: “The boy in my dreams” (Chapter 2)

If only it could have been improvised, rather spontaneous instead of planned… but there was no other way he could pull it off. When Cedric ran across Harry in the corridor, he wished him good luck for the next day's Quidditch match in a very casual comment, as intended. Cedric felt quite nervous about playing against Harry and really wanted to be friendly. He had been waiting for an opportunity to talk to him again and refused to let their second meeting be on the field, on opposing teams.

It suddenly occurred to him that perhaps that could be easily misunderstood. He could only blame himself, since that was all he had been able to think of in advance, and now he was afraid he had sounded ironic or like he wanted to pick up some sort of fight.

People didn't go around just wishing luck to their opponents.

But Cedric really meant it.

Perhaps Harry could tell because he got closer with a smile.

“Thanks,” he said, walking next to Cedric. “Are you going to be there?”

Cedric wanted to stop, not knowing where he was taking him. The reality was that he had been wandering around aimlessly, no way expecting Harry to start a conversation. Cedric nodded in response, turning down the hallway to the left.

Maybe he did have a direction after all.

"Supporting your house, of course," Harry continued. His voice sounded warm, cheerful, not seeming at all nervous about the match or for talking to the opposing team.

"I will always support my house," Cedric replied confidently, and couldn't help but add, "But between us, I'd rather support Gryffindor than Slytherin."

That didn't come as a surprise to him. Okay, it was almost common knowledge. Most students from other houses would choose Gryffindor under those conditions.

"What if it's Ravenclaw?"

Harry was grinning. Why did Cedric realise that every time? He frowned a little, considering it. Sure, in that case he would be watching Harry play, but he had always been supportive of Ravenclaw.

"I have friends in Ravenclaw," he admitted, kind of embarrassed for not telling him that he would support his team. “So it's a clear conflict of interest.”

The answer must have caught him off guard, because Harry opened his eyes and looked away. Was it his imagination or had that somehow sounded… suggestive? It hadn't been his intention. Cedric didn't used to act like that and definitely did not usually think of backing a team for a boy either, but deep down he knew he would root for Harry from now on —even if he kept it a secret. What harm could one more secret do, especially when his green eyes haunted his dreams? The least he could do was follow him into his games.

i am a poem

and chocolate

kind of person

and i would rather

leave regrets

to anyone

but me.

i am a romantic

who is learning

that love is not

just meant

to somebody else.

Today marks one year since I've published the first chapter of my fic in my first lenguage.

I'm working on celebrating the "little things" in life, specially those that bring me joy.

One year writing almost with constancy, at times obsessively and still miraculously managing to handle all my other responsibilities.

I've been through so many changes since that first chapter... It's funny how I am no longer the same person, same as my characters. I've grown up so much it's hard to believe.

I've always struggled to feel proud of myself for anything, so like, happy one year to me 💛

Don't you even feel embarassed for celebrating anything in your life, not even if it's something sensed "small".

Me, a conflict-avoided and a writer: You mean I have to add CONFLICT???? Is it not enough to make them traumatized and softly and domestically taking care of each other?????

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.

i wonder if you still miss me

beause i do

but i am too much

of a coward

to find out

since i know

there is no point

sometimes

love has

no point

and that's fine

it does not need to

i miss you

and that's fine too

just the way it's supposed to

i loved you

somehow

in some way

I still do

i don't regret a single thing

besides the usual

not saying

how much you meant

to me

for the thousand time

i wanted endless

words

and we left it

at goodbye

Meeting at the Quidditch World Cup

Part 1

His father embarrassed Cedric when the topic of conversation he started upon meeting Harry was about the match they had played against each other, and he completely put aside Cedric's part where he established how their victory wasn't fair. He insisted that the best man had won, and words that once might have made Cedric feel validated now pained his expression.

"I'm sorry, my father…”

"He's proud of you," Harry said, not looking upset at all. “So you're gonna tell your grandkids about that match?”

“If I end up having those.”

"I imagine it as: children, Grandpa should tell you that once... a long time ago, when you weren't born... I beat Harry Potter in the most unfair way possible... and nobody let me correct it."

Cedric burst out laughing.

“Sounds pretty close to how it would be.”

"I would be honored if you tell your grandchildren about me."

“I'm sure most people will.”

Harry shrugged as if replying yeah, but still.

"If I had to tell them about a match, I'd prefer it to be a better one," Cedric admitted, somewhat intimidated because he suddenly thought that he would say: your grandfather was not only a friend of Harry Potter, but he had a little crush on him! Unrequited, of course. And there was the fact that he couldn't imagine a woman with whom he had children in the first place. “This year we’ll play on opposing teams again.”

"It will be difficult to play against you."

It didn't sound like the reason was his incredible flying skills.

"Would you let me win again?" Cedric teased sweetly.

"Only if you catch me if I fall again."

The subtle pressure on his chest was because he definitely would.

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I totally love rewriting the canon moments <3

Ao3: Always Yours

Moments in my hedric fic I can picture so perfectly

Part 2

They sit together at the Quidditch World Cup and Harry accidentally places a hand over Cedric’s out of excitement when their team is winning

If seeing Harry wearing a badge that says “SUPPORT CEDRIC DIGGORY” isn’t enough to melt Cedric’s heart, then noticing that it turns into “THE HUFFLEPUFF OF YOUR HEART” definitely is

Harry falling asleep on Cedric’s shoulder in the library while they’re studying for the second task

I could spoil my whole fic this way. Girl get a hold on yourself please

And the last one hadn’t even been posted yet

Link on Ao3: Always Yours

So I gave up trying to restraint myself and I spent like four hours writing because “I deserve it” and “if you can’t beat them, join them” (and by them I mean my own head)

When did writing become such a reward?

And the main thing providing me dopamine

Now I’m happy and sleepy

Tomorrow I will study, since I got it out of my system for now. It feels nice