Cedric X Oc - Blog Posts

Locked In: Cedric Diggory x OC

warnings: none really

timeline: regular before cedric dies 🥺

a/n: ok y'all, just saying, i love cedric diggory. he is perfect.. even better with this character. annalise potter is harry's identical twin, placed in gryffindor, (dw y'all i might post a small backstory)

The heavy oak door thunked shut, the sound echoing through the towering shelves. Cedric let out a soft huff of amusement, a genuine, slightly surprised smile spreading across his face.

“Well, now,” he said, running a hand through his already-messy brown hair, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he looked at Annalise. “Looks like we’ve gone and gotten ourselves properly stuck, eh, Leasie?”

There was warmth in his gaze, a comfortable familiarity that always put her at ease—even in situations like this.

Annalise crossed her arms, a nervous chuckle escaping her. “Properly stuck is putting it mildly, Ced. Harry’s going to have a right fit if I don’t get back to the common room.” She could already picture her brother’s worried frown.

Cedric chuckled, his expression reassuring. “Ah, you know Harry. He worries like mad. We’ll be right as rain by morning, though. Just a little unexpected library sleepover.” He gave the door a solid, but not forceful, push. His smile faded into a thoughtful frown. “Definitely charmed. Old Madam Pince doesn’t mess around with her locks.”

They tried the windows—sealed tight—and called out, their voices swallowed by the immense stillness of the library.

“Hellooo?” Annalise called, her tone half-laughing, knowing it was probably futile.

“Anyone about?” Cedric echoed, a wry smile tugging at his lips. But the thick stone walls absorbed the sound, offering no reply.

After a while, Annalise sighed, leaning back against a shelf as dust motes swirled in the pale light from the high windows. Resignation settled over her like a blanket.

“This is a bit rubbish, isn’t it?” she said quietly. “Just… stuck here all night.”

Cedric pushed off the window ledge and offered her that familiar, comforting smile—brotherly, yet somehow more. “Cheer up, Leasie. Could be worse. At least the company’s decent, eh?” He rubbed his arms with a slight shiver, but tried to hide it as much as he could.

After some time, they settled down. Talk drifted from school—her latest frustrations with Snape, his quiet pride in Herbology—to Quidditch, and eventually, the buzz around the Triwizard Tournament.

“Think you’ll put your name in, Ced?” Annalise asked, genuinely curious.

Cedric shrugged, thoughtful in that grounded way of his. “Haven’t decided yet, Leasie. It’s a big deal. Exciting, though, isn’t it?” His enthusiasm made even the daunting feel possible.

As the light faded, long shadows crept between the shelves, and the chill deepened. Annalise hugged herself, shivering. “Wish I’d brought a thicker jumper.”

“You cold, Leasie?” Cedric asked, his brow creasing with concern. Without hesitation, he shrugged off his well-worn Hufflepuff sweater, leaving him in his pressed white shirt and yellow, striped tie. “Here you go.” he said calmly.

"No, no, it's alright." she replied.

"Take it. Please?" he asked, a smirk playing on his lips.

Annalise gave him a grateful smile as she pulled it on. The sweater smelled of parchment and something inherently Cedric—a mix of earthiness and warm spice, like autumn leaves after a light rain. Comforting. Familiar.

They kept talking in hushed tones, broken by stretches of companionable silence. Eventually, Annalise yawned—a genuine, eye-watering one.

“Sorry,” she mumbled, embarrassed.

Cedric noticed immediately. He gently steered her to a less dusty spot by the books. “Alright, you look knackered. Try to get some shut-eye. I’ll keep an ear out for rogue house-elves with lockpicks.” His tone was light, but the care in it was unmistakable. He adjusted the jacket around her shoulders. “Make sure you’re snug.”

Annalise murmured her thanks, eyes already closing. Cedric sat beside her—not too close, but close enough for her to feel his presence. He leaned back, watching her drift off, a soft protectiveness settling over him. The moonlight from the high windows cast gentle shadows on her face. He found himself just… looking. A fondness bloomed in his chest—more than friendship, though he wasn’t sure what it was yet.

Sleep tugged at him, and as he shifted, his arm naturally fell around her shoulders. She instinctively snuggled closer, her head against his chest, sighing softly. A warmth settled between them—something more than just the jacket.

The first pale light of dawn crept through the windows when the heavy oak door creaked open with a groan. Hermione Granger stepped in, her arms precariously stacked with books, brow furrowed in concentration.

She scanned the silent library, expecting solitude. Then she stopped. Her eyes widened. The books in her arms wobbled dangerously.

There, on the floor near a stack of oversized volumes, were Cedric Diggory and Annalise Potter—curled up together.

Annalise stirred first, groaning softly as she stretched. Disoriented at first, she became aware of the comforting weight over her shoulders, the familiar scent of parchment and that uniquely Cedric warmth. She looked up, her eyes meeting his sleepy brown ones.

“Mornin’,” she mumbled, a soft smile curling her lips.

“Morning, Leasie,” Cedric replied, his voice still thick with sleep. He gave her a warm, hazy smile and instinctively tightened his arm around her. A comfortable silence stretched between them, charged with the quiet awareness of closeness.

Their gazes softened. Then, almost without thinking, Cedric leaned in. His lips met hers in a soft, lingering kiss—sweet and loving. A perfect greeting to the day.

It was precisely at that tender moment that Hermione gasped, dropping her stack of books from her arms with a loud crash.

“Annalise Potter!” she hissed, scandalized. Her eyes darted between the two of them, wide with disbelief. “Were you just… kissing? You and Diggory? On the library floor? Before dawn?!”

Annalise jolted upright, cheeks flushed. “Hermione! It’s not—well, it just… happened,” she stammered, flustered.

Cedric sat up too, rubbing the back of his neck. “Er—morning, Hermione. Bit of a long night, actually.”

Hermione stared. “A long night?” Her gaze sharpened. “What did I miss?!"