Writing Romance When Your Romantic Life Is A Complete Mess? Yeah.

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.

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

Friend I'd just like to inform you that your always yours fics are so powerful that I, someone with a pretty short memory, am brainrotting about these literally like half a year after reading them.

Literally I wish you could see my face just now when I thought about this fic and found that it had been recently updated. I am over the goddamn moon.

Anyways I literally don't have the words to describe how much I love your always yours series.

It makes my heart melt knowing this, I can't tell you how much I appreciate it and how much it helps keeping up the hard work. I try to post as regularly as I can.

I hope you enjoy the updates! There is so much more to happen... (me trying to be misterious)

PD: I have a pretty short memory too lol but I remember you 💛 and sometimes I really can't believe I am the one writing this fic that some people love, like damn it's all worth it.

I wonder how it would feel to be loved by you

better than drugs

"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

i went to a bar

last night

but i still remember

picnic dates,

soft kisses

and skin,

bumping my nose

against yours.

loving you felt

like the sun raising

and it just went down

and now there is

only night.

When even you want to know what comes next.

There’s just so much planning can do —the rest it’s a mystery waiting to be unravel.

okay but when you get to the end of your draft and realize if you want to read more you're going to have to write more

Harry helps Cedric to get the itchy paint off his face

at the Quidditch World Cup

Part 3

Harry, however, remained standing by his side.

“Do you need help?”

"Yes, please," he admitted, both embarrassed and worried that his face would be red from rubbing so much. And that was only half. “I can't take it off.”

"Did you suddenly have a change of heart?" Harry asked humorously, taking a piece of paper and dunking it slightly under the water.

That made Cedric laugh.

"Although the presentation of Bulgaria was interesting, no," he answered, stopping for a moment from trying to wash his right cheek to look at him. “What about you?”

"Always with Ireland, but Krum..."

“He’s really good.”

Harry nodded as he brought the cold paper to his other cheek.

Cedric stopped himself from taking a step back in surprise.

How had he thought Harry would help?

"This is kind of stuck to your face," he said with a frown and apologized for rubbing too hard. Cedric smiled, making the pressure build up. “It seems that it’s starting to fade.”

"My face will be red."

"More like orange," Harry pointed out. “Better than green.”

Cedric had seen his blond Slytherin classmate in the stands earlier. Draco.

He must have told Harry something, surely...

"You would make a good professional seeker," he commented, erasing the small frown from Harry’s expression. “Would you like to be one? Is that how you imagine your future?”

"No," Harry muttered immediately. “I don't imagine it like that.”

“Then how?”

"I guess I can't picture it at all."

They were silent for a few seconds.

Harry tossed the paper into the trash can and prepared another.

"Sounded a bit depressing, sorry," he admitted, starting to clean Cedric up again. Cedric was slightly leaning towards Harry. “Professional seeker sounds pretty good to me. And you?”

“I’ve never considered a future in Quidditch.”

It wasn't a secret or a confession.

“I could tell. You're good, but it doesn't seem like your style. The Ministry, perhaps? Like your father.”

"Maybe," he replied, thinking that this would hardly be his style. “Maybe some department… where I can make a difference. But I don’t think so. I think I would like something more related to medicine, helping people. Work in a wizarding or muggle health foundation. I don't know.”

The only person with whom he had shared this was Malcolm's mother, due to her work and evident knowledge in the muggle area. Harry's expression was one of complete interest and no trace of judgment, which relieved Cedric because he was afraid someone would think it was a bad idea.

Especially someone whose opinion he would appreciate.

"That sounds more like you."

The way Harry looked at him as he said that...

Their eyes focused on each other, his hand over Cedric’s face.

So close, and the warmth that invaded Cedric everywhere.

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I needed to post one of my favorite fragments (I have a lot of them, I know ha)

Why I am such a sucker for scenes that take place in a bathroom?

Moments in my hedric fic I can picture so perfectly

Harry and Cedric under the invisibility cloak in Hogsmeade

Cedric is struggling to get the itchy paint off his face during the Quidditch World Cup and Harry offers to help. So they end up alone in a bathroom

Cedric is high on painkillers after the first task and shares the space on the gurney with Harry

I might do a part 2 of this post ! And I did

Link on Ao3: Always Yours