I Love Fluff

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?

I've never felt more understood by an artist than with Taylor Swift's songs. She has one for most romantic experiencies, like girl we all go through the same things. You get it, which helps us get each other.

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.”

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

"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

writing is just sitting in front of a computer and making up problems for imaginary people while ignoring your own. fun and casual hobby.

Cedric recieves a special letter on his birthday

At breakfast, all of his closest friends and a few others at the table greeted Cedric. Along the letters in the mail, he found some of his friends who had already graduated, his father and some distant relatives he saw every couple of years —and Harry's.

An excited heartbeat skipped on his chest.

Cedric read some of the letters right there.

His father's, Harry's...

He stopped at every word.

Ced, I hope you have a great time today.

I know that I will see you in person and I also plan to say hello, but I wanted to write to you.

I hope it's not weird or something.

I wanted you to know how much your friendship means to me and I wasn't confident in letting you know if I had to say it. I know I'm not the best friend anyone could ask for and I'm sorry. You’re important to me. I don't know if you know how amazing you are, and I don't mean all those things I've heard people talk about you. Yes, most of them are true, but I'm talking about the sides I know I've been lucky enough to know, all the things you told me about yourself and every secret you've confided in me.

It has been a privilege to bump into you that day. Thanks.

Or should I thank my own clumsiness for it?

Adore you, Harry.

Merlin.

He was falling so hard for this boy.

And Cedric could still feel that… he hadn't even hit bottom.

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Harry's signature >

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This really works for me. Why am I like this?

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.

Meeting at the Quidditch World Cup

Part 1

His father embarrassed Cedric when the topic of conversation he started upon meeting Harry was about the match they had played against each other, and he completely put aside Cedric's part where he established how their victory wasn't fair. He insisted that the best man had won, and words that once might have made Cedric feel validated now pained his expression.

"I'm sorry, my father…”

"He's proud of you," Harry said, not looking upset at all. “So you're gonna tell your grandkids about that match?”

“If I end up having those.”

"I imagine it as: children, Grandpa should tell you that once... a long time ago, when you weren't born... I beat Harry Potter in the most unfair way possible... and nobody let me correct it."

Cedric burst out laughing.

“Sounds pretty close to how it would be.”

"I would be honored if you tell your grandchildren about me."

“I'm sure most people will.”

Harry shrugged as if replying yeah, but still.

"If I had to tell them about a match, I'd prefer it to be a better one," Cedric admitted, somewhat intimidated because he suddenly thought that he would say: your grandfather was not only a friend of Harry Potter, but he had a little crush on him! Unrequited, of course. And there was the fact that he couldn't imagine a woman with whom he had children in the first place. “This year we’ll play on opposing teams again.”

"It will be difficult to play against you."

It didn't sound like the reason was his incredible flying skills.

"Would you let me win again?" Cedric teased sweetly.

"Only if you catch me if I fall again."

The subtle pressure on his chest was because he definitely would.

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I totally love rewriting the canon moments <3

Ao3: Always Yours

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