I Wonder If You Still Miss Me

Moments in my hedric fic I can picture so perfectly

Part 3 - hogsmeade date version!

[Warning: it's from chapter 45/46]

Harry and Cedric visit every store at Hogsmeade together, brushing hands while nobody is watching. In an nearly deserted corridor, Harry places his hand in the back pocket of Cedric's trousers —and Cedric can't stop grinning

Cedric giving Harry his Hufflepuff scarf so he doesn't get cold 💛💛💛

Harry placing a hand over Cedric's leg under the table at the pub while they're talking to their friends

You would think these chapters couldn't have anything more but they do!

Ao3: Always Yours

Cedric wishes Harry good luck :)

Pairing: Cedric x Harry

5th and 3rd year

AO3: “The boy in my dreams” (Chapter 13)

"See you soon," Cedric said as he passed.

Harry didn't manage to answer and just stared at him for a brief instant, unable to open his mouth. He even turned his head in the direction he left, as did Ron. "Why would he wish you luck? After what happened at the match?”

"We were on good terms after that," Harry explained, feeling a little guilty for never mentioning Cedric before. “We talked a few times.”

The puzzled expression on Ron’s face needed no words. “Are you two friends ?”

Harry shrugged. "I don't know, maybe.”

"Cedric Diggory," Ron was muttering unbelievingly as they resumed their march. “And you. Friends.”

In truth, Harry didn’t blush this time.

The size of the smile he wore for the rest of the day was too big for him.

He was partly glad Ron hadn't noticed.

What would he have said then?

you never offered

a place for me

to stay

but i did anyway.

uninhabitable

and yet i tried.

i didn't make it,

you'll see.

even in the desert,

you need water.

It ain't no lie, baby, bi bi bi ♫

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

Cedric hugs Harry in Hogsmeade

AO3: “The boy in my dreams” (Chapter 12)

Cedric's fit on his shoulder was delicate and firm. Harry was aware that this must be awkward, but he felt more at ease than he thought he should be. The tears had stopped the instant he leaned against him and stayed that way for what seemed like a long time. He wasn't sure how weird it was for Cedric. No emotion could be sensed on his behalf, other than his soft breathing. Harry figured Cedric wouldn't show signs of anything besides courtesy and kindness.

When Harry reluctantly pulled away to face him in embarrassment, Cedric did everything in his power to make the moment pass as if it hadn't been a big deal. The relief he experienced at this was indescribable. That ability Cedric had to make him feel comfortable must be the reason why he was so popular.

Why someone, anyone would want to spend time with him.

Harry was in no rush to leave that space in the middle of the forest.

As if they had the whole afternoon ahead of them, Cedric settled with his legs spread out under the dim sun that filtered through the branches of the trees. "It's nice to see you somewhere other than on a gurney, hurt."

The thought that he wasn't the only one enjoying being there made Harry relax against the ground. Every one of the sensations he had experienced during the minutes he had been in Cedric's arms, with his head on his shoulder, remained etched on his body. It was as if the touch hadn't ended, because he could still feel that pressure and warmth all over.

As if he was under a spell.

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I love this chapter so much it was hard to just pick one scene

Twilight meadow-and-forest vibes are there or is it that it never really left my head?

I put the cards

over the table

for you to see it

and the game ended.

Someone might think

I'm the one who lost

but I'm not.

There are no winners

nor losers

in love.

Just players.

And I would do it

again and again

with somebody else.

So this is me trying to write my fic ever since I got my sweet Tangerine 💛

Writing romance when your romantic life is a complete mess? Yeah.

Well, I least I loved and lost.

I guess it’s better than have never loved.

Or when I wrote romance and had literally no experience.

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.