If You See Me Smiling At My Phone, No, I Am Not In Love. I'm Just Reading A Hedric Fanfic.

I don't have an AO3 account so I'm just gonna say it on here-I adore your current hedric fic! I've binge read it all so far in the last 2 days, and I've never read anything like it. It's the perfect mix of cute romance and an interesting plot. I usually don't like stuff involving time travel (or AUs in general) but this one is an exception! It works really well. I hope you enjoy writing this as much as I do reading it.

I very much enjoy writing it and I enjoy it just as twice when I get to know that someone else does too 💖 Thanks for taking the time to write me a message!

I wanted to create what I longed to read in a romance, and I'm so happy it's the perfect mixture of all my favorite things. There is still so much to explore and I'm so excited

Funnily enough, I would've never thought I'd write a time travel plot. I don't usually read that kind of stories either, but when I first came up with the idea I found it a little different from what I knew and it carried the fic towards. Even when the plot has been a challange in so many ways, it's worth it. And their relationship is so damn cute and it's what I love writing the most ❤️❤️❤️

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

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.

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

It ain't no lie, baby, bi bi bi ♫

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

Cedric visits Harry after the Gryffindor-Hufflepuff match

Non-canon but don’t we all agree he’d totally do it? Like that part just didn’t make it into the third book.

Ao3: “The boy in my dreams” (Chapter 5)

A dim light led him to where he had seen Harry a few hours ago, with a curtain that was now providing him some privacy.

"Harry?" he called out. His voice echoed throughout the room, even when he intended it to be a whisper. "Are you here?"

Cedric peeked behind the curtain, finding Harry scowling with one eye open. His head on the pillow turned to look at him, and he seemed confused. And exhausted. The circles under their eyes shone like the shadows that surrounded them.

"Sorry I woke you," he apologised so quickly he felt foolish. Because it was clear that Harry had been asleep. As much as it was clear that he needed to rest. “I didn't think you'd be sleeping.”

That brought a smile to Harry's face.

"What did you think I'd be doing?" He sat down and, after putting on his glasses, he looked at the time on the clock that was next to the bed and the only light on. “It's half past one in the morning.”

Harry sounded so amused it was strange.

Oddly enough, Cedric hadn't even stopped to think that Harry might have been sleeping. Or how late it was. Or that he shouldn't be wandering around the school at those hours. It was not allowed, and yet he had not hesitated to do so. Not even considered it.

So strange that none of it mattered.

He was just happy to see him.