Harry Helps Cedric To Get The Itchy Paint Off His Face

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.

㋡🥀

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 :)

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

I just read the first part of your fic and let me say, I LOVE IT. It warms my heart so much!

Aww it makes me so happy to know it <3

I hope you love part two too! I’d say it has a different undertone but I love fluff so much and it has a lot of cute moments as well. Some that I really love and I haven’t posted here yet

So boys, huh?

Pairing: Cedric x Harry

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

“You have… Umh, quite a few fans. Admirers," he pronounced, looking at Cedric out of the corner of his eye before assuring, "Girls really seem to like you.”

Cedric raised an eyebrow, impressed by so many reasons. First of all, the vast majority of students supported Harry. Since he had been chosen as a seeker in first year (an incredible achievement), he was without a doubt the star. And he had a good winning percentage. People liked to gamble on winners. Cedric might be popular but he was no sports star. He meant to tell him that, but…

He had something better to ask.

"What about boys?"

I love cliché. Give me more, please.

the good thing about being told that writing about a certain cliché or concept should be avoided “because it’s overdone” is that you can simply. ignore that and write about it anyway if you so desire. like it is that easy

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.

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.”

Long life to those fics that completely destroys you but they made you experience such pretty intense nice feelings, so it's like "It's okay that this hurts so much".

There are people like that too.