clnriswood:DRACO MALFOY X CEDRIC DIGGORY X READER Something Different | Part Seven a/n: hi friends!
DRACO MALFOY X CEDRIC DIGGORY X READER
Something Different | Part Seven
a/n: hi friends! back from the dead and soso excited for this part and the future ones! the angst, tension, drama, & smut are only gonna go up so PREPARE hehehe. ;)
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The aftermath of Hufflepuff’s victory over Ravenclaw was certainly eventful. After a rowdy end to the match on the field, students took to various parts of the castle; with some heading to the Great Hall for food, others taking residence upon the grass beneath the cloudy skies, and some, like the worn out quidditch players, exhaustedly climbing back to their dormitories for a shower and some well needed rest. When evening came to fall, what followed of course, was a large celebration. As the sun began its orange descent through the puffy white clouds outside the girl’s floor, Hufflepuff’s chattered excitedly and assumed the goods for what would turn into a commotion filled house party. That night, Y/N, Hannah, and some of the other girls had even taken it upon themselves to glue little gold stars and sparkles to their cheeks in honor of the festivities. The girl, now freshly cleaned up, spritzed with perfume, and wearing a short black dress made of satin, had swapped her dark boots out for a bright yellow one, and had curled the long shiny hair which lay over her shoulders. Her girlfriend’s had all whooped in approval upon her descent down into the barrel-shaped Common Room, but none had shown more enthusiasm than Cedric, who had stumbled excitedly over to his girl, thrown an arm around her little shoulders, and announced her as Hufflepuff’s victor, which felt both underserved and embarrassing for her. He himself looked dashing as ever. Sporting a yellow cable-knit over his dark jeans, a head of freshly washed golden-brown locks, and a jovial attitude, the boy practically radiated sunshine through the lantern-lit room. And somehow, he even smelt of warmth and comfort, too. But, facing him then, after previously having made out with him in front of the whole school, the girl’s stomach lurched. Not because she regretted it in the slightest, but because she was unaware of what step followed, as well as suddenly very conscious of the millions of butterflies that bounced around her stomach upon simply looking at him. And so, taking an unusual approach to her normal behavior, Y/N turned happily to any alcohol that was passed her way that night. Where she would normally politely refuse, the girl instead partook in every party game of the evening (most of which she performed miserably in), and filled her belly with so much champagne that she found herself hurriedly rushing into corners to belch. Her now boyfriend, or whatever Cedric was to her, assumed the position of a responsible house Prefect. Remaining relatively sober, he chose instead to focus his attention on his comically drunk girlfriend. As the night drew on, the blaring sounds of wizarding world music dulled, gold and black glitter bombs drained empty, and clusters of students trickled out to go hook up in various parts of the castle as they normally might. Leaving just Y/N, Julian, Ernie, Hannah, and a handful of other stragglers, Cedric had disappeared momentarily to produce large mugs of water for all of his tipsy companions. Upon his return, he was met with the rather strange sight of his friends standing upon various squishy chairs and wooden tables, with their wands in the air and drunken voices bellowing.
“Ced!” the girl barked with a laugh when the brunette rounded the corner with his hands full. “Don’t come here, you’ll step in the lava!”
Cedric snorted with confusion, “excuse me?”
“Ced you’ll DIE!” Julian declared dramatically. “You’ll burn your feet, you see. There’s lava down there!”
Cedric’s huge ocean eyes drifted to the creaky wooden floors of the room, which were very obviously not layered thick with hot lava.
“It’s a muggle game I’ve taught them,” Hannah giggled from atop a cushion on the floor. “If you touch the ground, you lose!”
“Yes,” Ernie mumbled feebly from the ground where he lay flat. “I’ve just died. Your girlfriend pushed me to my death.”
Cedric’s glimmering gaze crinkled happily as he moved his eyes to Y/N, “is this true?”
From atop a sofa, where she was perched precariously on its armrest, the girl shook her head in vigorous denial. In fact, she shook it so violently that she went slipping forward and tumbled face first into the brown squishy fabric with a delayed squeal. Laughing drunkenly, she sat up, untangled her twisted bare legs, and blew a few locks of hair from her lip.
“Alright, alright,” Cedric laughed, setting down a cluster of waters. “All of you, drink a glass.”
His friends collectively groaned in protest.
“C’mon,” he scrunched his nose. “Not an option. Get up now.”
Reluctantly, the group groaned and made their way over to the towering boy, cupping their cold glasses of water to their lips and taking tentative slurps. As she took her own, Y/N felt Cedric’s long fingers latch to her own, catching the glass between the two of them as he pulled her gently forward with a lovingly worried glare.
“And you,” he stopped her. “Let’s get you up to bed, shall we?”
“But–” she opened her mouth defensively.
“No no no,” he pushed the glass to the girl’s lips, silencing her as she swallowed the liquid down in silence. “No buts,” he hummed softly, nodding at her to continue drinking until she’d finished the whole thing. When she did, he mumbled softly, “goog girl. C’mon.”
Taking her little hand in his large one, Cedric addressed the group, “all of you, don’t be fooling about too late, alright? I’ve got to go take care of this one.”
“Yeah, Ced!” the boys clapped and whistled with a wink. “Very sure you’ll be taking great care of her!”
Cedrc’s face flushed furiously red as the oblivious girl behind him slumped sleepily over his arm, clutching it with both of her hands like a child. In front of her, Hannah threw her remaining water on her boy friends, who both cried out in surprise.
“Shut it, boys,” she said cooly, waving Cedric off with a grin.
Giving her a grateful nod, Cedric turned and guided his girl over to the stairs to her floor. Upon seeing them, the girl squinted, her head spinning.
“Ced?” she slurred quietly. “Why are there three sets of stairs?”
“Oh my god,” the boy chuckled with a shake of his head. “Alright, you. Come here.”
Too drunk to question him, the girl responded instantly to the boy’s move to crouch down. Latching her arms around his neck, she climbed aboard Cedric’s strong arms and curled her nose to his cool neck, where she breathed in his delicious aftershave and mumbled incoherently into his skin, making him grin. Effortlessly, Cedric cradled her to his muscular chest and began climbing the stairs, his eyes never moving from her long lashes and parted lips as he went. Finally, reaching her room, he pushed the wooden door open with his knee and stepped into the space with a drawn sigh.
“There you are,” he cooed softly, setting the sluggish girl down upon her golden-yellow quilts.
“Thanks,” she said, her eyes opening as she blearily watched the boy move around the room.
First he closed her open windows, shutting off the chill which ran goosebumps down her thighs. Then he drew his wand, muttering soft spells as he lit the vanilla scented candles around the place before extinguishing the bedroom’s lanterns. Finally, he came back before her again, crouching on his knees beside her bed and slowly pulling the boots off of the feet which she’d hung over the side of her mattress. The girl uttered a feeble thanks as she sat up a little straighter, looking at the boy who sat tentatively beneath her nose. His large blue-green eyes blinked slowly up at her little face as he drew a hand to her skin and pushed her hair back behind her exposed shoulders, the gesture sending currents through the girl’s flesh.
“You’re ridiculous,” he muttered adoringly.
“Sorry,” she scrunched her nose in self-shame and folded her arms nervously over each other.
“Don’t be,” he gave an attractive low chuckle, “you’re adorable.”
The girl felt her smile crack wide, and she gave him a slowish wave of bashfulness, “Ced.”
“It’s true,” he worded, his eyes now darting over her face, sparkling brighter in the candlelight than she’d ever seen them shine before.
The girl indicated at herself with a giggle, “I’m a disaster. Look at me.”
Cedric’s mouth opened, and he let it hang there for a second as he just admired her in silence, “I am.”
