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tri-wizard champion {5}
The Maze
Draco Malfoy x Hufflepuff!Reader
a/n: my Christmas gift to you because 2020 has sucked ass and I want to finish this series before it’s over❤️ enjoy also READ THE MF TRIGGER WARNINGS THEY ARE REALLT IMPORTANT THIS TIME
word count: 4590
warnings: major character death, lots of blood, anxiousness, mentions of vomiting, sad sad stuff dude, also literally loss of a limb (there’s a warning before it begins, please don’t read if you can’t stomach it)
summary: the truth about the Y/L/N’s is to be revealed soon when Y/N is facing the dangers within the maze of the third task.
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The final task approached rapidly.
News about the sudden death of Barty Crouch spread throughout the student body quickly.
Y/N was growing anxious, more than she ever was for any other task. The spots from the grindylows had faded to a lighter color, similar to the two gashes on her back.
But now here she was, waking through a doorway to face the entire Hogwarts student body along with families and the Beauxbatons and Durmstrang students clad in a black and yellow outfit to represent Hufflepuff.
The three Hogwarts champions stood by their entrance to the maze. Cheers could be heard from every angle at which they stood, a lively march being played by the band.
Many students had homemade banners with the champions’ last names written all over. Y/N smiled at the sight of Draco holding a large banner with a silly drawing of her and Y/L/N written in big, bold, sparkly letters. She gave him a funny face and a thumbs up, and he blew a kiss right back mouthing “good luck.”
“Sonorus!” Dumbledore casted the amplifying charm, and the sounds of cheers and music died out. Students clambered to sit down, eager to hear about the task.
“Earlier today, Professor Moody placed the Triwizard Cup deep within the maze. Only he knows it’s exact position. Now, as Mr. Diggory…” cheers erupted at the sound of Cedric’s name, and Amos held his son’s hand high in recognition, “…Miss Y/L/N and Mr. Potter…” cheers grew louder and students stood, yelling for Harry and Y/N, including Ron, Hermione, and Draco, “…are tied for first position, they will be the first to enter the maze, followed by Mr. Krum…” more cheers, “…and Miss Delacour.”
“The first person to touch the cup will be the winner. I’ve instructed the staff to patrol the perimeter. Should, at any point, a contestant wish to withdrawal from the task, he or she need only send up red sparks with their wands. Contestants! Gather around. Quickly!”
Y/N rushed up, following Cedric to where Dumbledore stood. Her heart was pounding.
The five champions huddled up, and Dumbledore placed his arms around Y/N’s and Krum’s shoulders.
“In the maze, you’ll find no dragons or creatures of the deep. Instead you’ll face something even more challenging. You see, people change in the maze. Oh, find the cup if you can. But be very wary. You could just lose yourselves along the way.” The ominous undertone to his voice gave Y/N goosebumps.
Draco watched intently, trying to listen to what Dumbledore was saying to the five teens, but had no luck. His heart was pounding just as hard as Y/N’s was.
“Champions, prepare yourselves!” Dumbledore instructed, and the crowd cheered again.
Without thinking, Y/N turned around and bolted to the stands, stopping right in front of where Draco was.
“Wish me luck!” She said, jumping up to wrap her around a around his neck and pulled him close. He sat up to lean over the railing blocking the two of them, hugging her so tightly. “Awes” and “oohs” circled around the two of them.
“Good luck.” Draco whispered in Y/N’s ear, pulling back just enough to press his lips on hers in a rushed and anxious kiss.
She pulled away quickly, touching her feet to the ground and smiling warmly at him, before rushing back to her designated entrance to the maze, unknowing of what she should find inside.
Y/N looked into it, her heart hammering. It was too foggy to see any clearer than maybe 6 feet in front of her, and the hedges were impossibly tall.
Her thoughts began to bite at her. What if I don’t make it through in time? What if something in there kills me? What if I get lost and nobody can see the red sparks?
She wished she had the support of a representative like the other champions did. Y/N looked over to see Amos giving Cedric a tight hug, whispering something in his ear.
Just as quickly as he had hugged his son, he made his way over to the young girl and gave her a big hug too. “You’ll do amazing, Y/N. I wish both you and Cedric the best of luck.” He said into her ear.
“Thank you, Amos.” She smiled at him, allowing him to step back over to his son.
Cedric smiled at her, but it was wobbly. He could tell she was just as nervous as he was, and tried his best to comfort her with the distance between them.
“On the count of three. One-“ Dumbledore’s voice was cut off by the canon exploding early. Y/N couldn’t breathe as she watched Harry take the first step into the maze. Cedric followed right after, and the lively music from before flooded through the small arena.
The second Y/N stepped at least two feet into the maze, the entrance sealed off. It was deafening, how silent it had suddenly become.
Draco watched closely, as his girlfriend was suddenly separated from the eyes of the spectators. He knew her parents were watching somewhere in the crowd, feeling just as nervous as he was.
The only thing Y/N could hear was her own staggered breathing and the snaps of twigs beneath her feet. The passage was narrow, and she kept her want tightly in her hand.
The maze seemed to change every passing second, passages forming quickly. She was running now, trying to make sure she wouldn’t get crushed.
The first scream caught Y/N’s attention. It was loud, and bone chilling, and echoed throughout the entire maze. She was so sure the other champions must’ve heard it.
She was frozen. The scream must’ve come from Fleur, she had decided, and was silently praying the girl wasn’t hurt.
It was when an explosion over head, red sparks from only a passage over, had broken Y/N from her trance.
From outside the maze, everyone was silent at the first sight of surrender. Draco was repeating a mantra in his head.
Don’t be Y/N. Don’t be Y/N. Don’t be Y/N. Don’t be Y/N. Don’t be Y/N. Don’t be Y/N. Don’t be Y/N.
A glimmer caught her eye. She had barely moved from the entrance, not nearly putting in as much effort as she thought she would.
Y/N walked slowly towards it, whipping around and keeping her eyes open for any threat. A twig cracked behind her, and she screamed when something tackled her to the ground.
Draco heard the second scream. He knew it was Y/N after Fleur was removed from the maze. It took all of his control not to jump from the stands and force his way into the maze to find her himself.
“Y/N? Oh, Merlin I’m so sorry!” Cedric pulled himself off of her. “I thought you were Krum! He’s gone insane!” He helped her up.
Y/N’s eyes were blown wide and her breath was short. “You- you scared me! Don’t do that!”
Cedric must’ve seen the glimmer too, a glowing object in the distance.
“Together?” He asked her, not taking his eyes off the prize.
“Together.” She spokes quietly, taking the first step towards the cup.
Indistinct shouting not very far from the two Hufflepuffs made both of them jump. Krum, who’s eyes seemed to be incredibly cloudy from what Y/N remembered they actually looked like, was shooting hexes at Harry.
Harry’s defenses were down. “Get down!” Cedric yelled, jumping in front of Y/N and dodging the hex that had missed Harry. Y/N shrunk into the hedge to the left of her, covering her face with her hands.
“Get down!” Cedric yelled once more, Krum yelling another indistinguishable hex at Harry who was now on the ground.
“Expelliarmus!” Y/N gained the courage to jump up, hitting Krum square in the chest. He was thrown further away from the three of them, and seemingly unconscious.
Cedric ran over to him, kicking his wand from his hand. Y/N and Harry both realized he was about to cast another spell on him, Godric knows which one.
“No! Stop!” Harry yelled, holding him back. “He’s bewitched, Cedric!”
“Get off me!” He shoved Harry harshly.
“He’s bewitched!” Harry repeated.
“Cedric! Stop! Listen to him!” Y/N yelled, holding him back as well. Cedric shoved her to the ground so hard, her wrist snapped in half from the angle at which she hit the hard dirt. She cried out and it echoed, using her elbow to sit up and her feet to push away from the two boys. She had already caught a look at the ungodly angle her hand was suddenly bent at, and it made her want to vomit.
Cedric realized what he had done at the sound of his best friend’s scream. He was about to hold his wand up to send sparks for both Y/N and Krum, but Y/N jumped up before he could.
“Stop! We’ve already made it too far.” Her voice trembled. She was shaking violently, keeping distance between her and the two boys.
It was silent for a moment, the deafening sound taking over between the three teenagers just as when they first entered the maze.
“Together?” Cedric asked quietly, repeating what he said earlier, and looking at both of them.
“Together.” Harry and Y/N said at the same time.
Just as Y/N took a step towards them, a violent gust of wind hit her back and loud cracking echoed.
“Go!” Cedric yelled, grabbing Y/N’s good hand and running towards the cup. Harry ran after them, as quick as he could.
They made it to the center of the maze, and there stood the magnificent Triwizard Cup.
“Go on! Take it!” Cedric yelled.
“Together!” Harry yelled back, looking at Y/N who still had tears streaming down her face.
“One, two, three!” The three students jumped forward in the nick of time, grabbing ahold of the cup. A bright white light filled Y/N’s vision, and she was suddenly dizzy.
The three of them dropped onto the ground. She could sense their location had changed before she opened her eyes.
Harry and Cedric were on the ground near each other, gasping for breath. Y/N was thrown on the ground along with the cup, just a few feet away from them. The shock was beginning to wear off, and the pain was almost unbearable in her wrist.
“Come on, Y/N. Get up.” Cedric spoke quietly, the stillness of their new location scaring him. “You okay?” He asked both of them.
“Yeah.” Harry stood, looking around. Y/N allowed Cedric to help her stand, and she could finally see where they were. He held her broken wrist loosely in his hand, putting a protective arm around her shoulder.
A graveyard. The cup was a portkey. The sky was dark and cloudy, fog covering the rolling hills. Y’all tombstones towered over the three of them.
“Where are we?” She whispered.
“I’ve been here before.” Harry spoke suddenly.
“It’s a portkey. Harry, the cup is a portkey.” Cedric smiled mischievously down at the glowing cup.
“I’ve been here before.” Harry repeated. “In a dream.”
“Cedric! We have to get back to the cup. Now!” Harry’s voice was filled with fear and realization.
“Harry, what’s wrong?” Y/N asked, her eyes filling with tears again, thinking the worst that could possibly happen. Were they set up?
“What are you talking about?” Cedric pulled Y/N closer, trying to keep her safe from whatever Harry had realized.
A door creaked open loudly in front of them. It made Y/N jump, and the first tear rolled down her cheek.
Harry began shouting when a figure walked from the doorway. A scruffy man turned as he collapsed on the ground, and a fire was lit from under a large cauldron in front of the doorway. Cedric released Y/N from his hold, rushing over to Harry.
“Harry! What is it?” He spoke, his voice cracking from fear.
“Get back to the cup!” Harry yelled out of pain again, sounding rather irritated.
Cedric put distance between him and Harry as the figure stepped out from the doorway. Y/N immediately recognized him as Peter Pettigrew, a good friend of her parents before he betrayed them all for Voldemort. Her eyes were wide when she realized what he was holding in his arms.
“Who are you? What do you want?” Cedric spoke, holding his wand up as a threat.
“Cedric, back down now!” Y/N yelled pulling his shoulder back. He shrugged her off.
“Kill the spare. Keep the girl alive.” A raspy voice spoke.
“Avada Kedavra!”
“No! Cedric!” Harry yelled, attempting to stand but was too late.
A bright green light temporarily blinded her. She watched the unforgivable curse hit Cedric and throw him over her head and behind her. The second his corpse hit the ground, a loud sob escaped her mouth.
Peter rushed over to Harry, using his wand to force him to stand. He backed him up into a statue that locked him in place.
“Do it! Now!” The raspy voice spoke again.
Peter hesitated for a moment. He walked over to the cauldron, keeping a hold of the blanket in his hands but dropped whatever was holding it into the boiling substance.
“Bone of the father unwillingly given.” A disgusting bone was levitated from the ground, caught on fire and into the cauldron.
Y/N’s breathing was too short when the realization of a dead body behind her set in.
“Flesh of the servant…” he turned suddenly, rushing to Y/N and forcing her towards the cauldron.
“Stop! What are you doing to me!” She yelled, trying to release herself from his grip, but it was too strong.
“Willingly sacrificed.” A large knife was pulled from his sleeve. He forced her broken wrist above the steaming substance as she thrashed against him.
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With no hesitation, he dug the sharp knife into her wrist, cutting through the bone and severing her hand into the liquid below. She screamed, louder than she ever thought she could. Blood spurt from her hand, staining the grass by her feet. Peter threw her on the ground, away from him and Harry.
She made quick work, ripping part of her shirt to wrap around her wrist, trying not to pass out from the loss of blood and the sight of her bone. Y/N had been taught what to do in this situation, just not to herself. She could barely even register what was happening as her fight or flight took over.
“And blood of the enemy…” he used the same knife to cut part of Harry’s sleeve. “Forcibly taken.” Peter dug the knife into his wrist, blood rushing down Harry’s arm and dripping from his elbow. He cried in pain, and it made Y/N wince.
Peter tapped the hilt of the knife over the cauldron, letting a few dropped of Harry’s blood sizzle into the liquid.
“The Dark Lord shall rise… again.” He spoke, breathing loudly.
Harry’s screams broke Y/N from her daze due to the blood loss. The entire cauldron caught on fire, melting away to reveal none other than the slimey, naked, disgusting body of Lord Voldemort.
Black smoke surrounded him before his pale feet touched the ground, forming into a cloak of some sort.
Y/N could hear him inhale deeply, running his hands along the pale, veiny skin on his head. She could tell this was the first time in a while he had taken his human form.
Peter stepped forward, his face full of awe and adoration.
Voldemort walked forward to Peter, looking down and laughing quietly but maniacally and the form he had taken.
“My wand, Wormtail.” Voldemort spoke harshly toward his follower, holding out his hand. Peter brandished the wand, bowing deeply and holding it out to Voldemort.
“Y/N, hey, look at me! You’re going to be okay. We are going to make it out of this. Stay close to the portkey.” Harry whispered, turning his head to see Y/N in her awful state. She looked petrified, seemingly wishing this was some sort of nightmare.
They watched as Voldemort took the wand from Peter, inhaling deeply.
“Hold out your arm.” He commanded Peter.
“Master…” Peter started to cry. “Thank you, master.” He began to hold out one of his arms.
“The other arm, Wormtail.” Voldemort spat. Peter’s eyes went wide as he held his other arm, allowing Voldemort to take a grip on it.
He shoved the tip of his wand onto the bare skin of Peter’s wrist, and the dull ink that once was there grew darker, revealing the Dark Mark in its true form.
Thunder rumbled throughout the graveyard. Y/N jumped, trying to stay as quiet as she could.
Voldemort looked up into the clouds. Y/N followed his gaze, and right before her eyes a dark skull formed. The skull opened its mouth, and a thick trail of smoke bellowed out of it, heading right towards where they were. The smoke broke off into different paths, becoming darker.
The second the smoke touched the ground, a person appeared. There were too many for her to count. Dressed in dark cloaks, skull masks and pointing hats, she couldn’t identify any of them.
“Welcome, my friends. Thirteen years, it’s been, and yet… here you stand before me as though it were only yesterday. I confess myself… disappointed.” Voldemort spat again, his voice echoing through the graveyard.
“Not one of you tried to find me. Crabbe!” Voldemort yelled, rushing up to one of the figures and ripping the skull mask off. Dark smoke followed.
With just a flick of his hand, Voldemort was now revealing the figures.
“Macnair! Goyle!” Y/N recognized the names. Crabbe and Goyle, two of Draco’s closest minions. She was silently praying there wasn’t a Malfoy among them.
“Not even you, Lucius.” Voldemort walked up to the last standing figure, ripping of the mask. A crow flew away violently from behind them.
Y/N was trying to stop the bleed of her wrist, but it soaked through the fabric she had wrapped on it. She was fighting off the black spots of her vision.
“My lord,” Lucius was brought to his knees. “Had I detected any sign, a whisper of your whereabouts-“
“There were signs, my slippery friend. And more than whispers.” Voldemort interrupted him.
“I assure you, my Lord, I have never renounced the old ways.” Lucius removed the hat from his head, revealing a familiar platinum blonde. Y/N let out an involuntary sob as she realized, but soon quieted down.
“The face I have been obliged to present each day since your… absence… that is my true mask.” Lucius continued as the other Deatheaters around them stood.
“I returned.” Peter spoke shakily, raising a hand for recognition. He gasped and doubled over when Voldemort rushed over to him, the cloak bellowing behind him.
“Out of fear, not loyalty. Still, you have proved yourself useful these past few months, Wormtail.” Voldemort’s voice softened just the slightest bit.
Y/N didn’t have time to realize when he was walking over to where she sat on the ground, over by Cedric’s body.
“Oh…” he spoke, pushing his face around with his foot. Y/N winced as he tutted loudly. “Such a handsome boy.”
“Don’t touch him!” Harry yelled, shrinking back when Y/N flinched and Voldemort glared at him.
“And who might this be, Wormtail? I see you used her for the spell.” Voldemort sneered, looking down at Y/N.
“Y/N Y/L/N, my Lord.” Wormtail spoke up. From behind Voldemort, Y/N saw Lucius whip around with an unrecognizable look on his face.
“Y/L/N?” Voldemort repeated, and Peter nodded. “Stand, girl, now.” He demanded.
Y/N stood slowly and shakily, keeping her composure in front of the Dark Lord himself.
Voldemort’s hand whipped out to grab her wrist, taking a look at the damage that was done. She inhaled sharply, letting out another sob from the grip he had.
“Well done. You have served me well, Y/N.” Voldemort said, dropping his grip and letting her arm fall limp. She kept a hard face despite the tears running down her cheeks.
Her eyes flickered to Harry. He had an expression that said “back down.” Voldemort followed her line of sight to look at the boy he hated so very much.
“Harry. Oh, I’d almost forgotten you were here. Standing on the bones of my father. I’d introduce you, but word has it you’re almost as famous as me these days.” Voldemort paused, maintaining eye contact for a second more.
He turned suddenly to his followers. “The boy who lived. How lies have fed your legend, Harry. Shall I reveal what really happened that night 13 years ago?”
“Shall I divulge how I truly lost my powers? Yes, shall I?” Hs muttered to himself, walking away from Harry.
“It was love. You see, when dear, sweet Lily Potter gave her life for her only son, she provided the ultimate protection. I could not touch him. It was old magic. Something I should have foreseen. But no matter, no matter. Things have changed.” Voldemort ended his monologue, rushing up to Harry and raising a hand as if to strike him.
“I can touch you… now.” He brought his pointer finger to touch Harry’s scar.
The screams that filled Y/N’s ears were agonizing. She shrunk into herself, wincing away from the noises. When Voldemort screamed along with Harry, ripping his hand away from his face, the screams stopped.
“Astonishing what a few drops of your blood with do, eh, Harry? Pick up your wand, Potter!” Voldemort released the statues grip on Harry, letting him drop to the ground.
“I said, pick it up! Get up! Get up! You’ve been taught how to duel, I presume, yes? First, we bow to each other. Come on, now, Harry. The niceties must be observed. Dumbledore wouldn’t want you to forget your manners, would he? I said, bow.” He was speaking so quickly, almost going crazy at the thought of fighting Harry once and for all. With a wave of his wand, Harry was forced into a bow.
“That’s better. And now!” Voldemort growled, running towards Harry and throwing him onto the ground. Y/N watched, using her feet to shove her back farther from the scene. When she hit something, she turned around quickly to see Cedric.
“No, no, no, no.” She kept repeating, grabbing his face in her hands. It was as though she finally realized what had happened. She had lost her best friend. Sobs were heard from where she sat on the ground. Her tears dripped down her chin and onto Cedric’s cold face as the dual behind her continued. She winced at every hex that was sent to either of them.
“I’m so sorry, Ced. Please. Please.” She begged him, grasping at his shirt, still sobbing violently.
Y/N never took her eyes off of Cedric, even when Voldemort and Harry cast such strong spells that they collided, created a blinding light from behind her. It was went Harry’s Expelliarmus spell finally hit the tip of Voldemort’s wand when she turned around to see an abonormallt large spark erupt.
It took the form of Cedric, alive and smiling at the two of them. Another old man, presumably a muggle, took place on the other side of them. Two more sparks formed to be a woman and a man. The man was speaking quickly to Harry.
“Harry! When the connection is broken you must get to the portkey! We can linger for a moment to give you some time, but only a moment. Do you understand?” Harry nodded.
“Harry, Y/N,” Cedric spoke from above. Y/N’s tears began to start again at the sound of his voice. “Take my body back, will you? Take my body back to my father.”
“Let go.” The woman’s voice was heard. “Sweetheart, you’re ready. Let go. Let go!” All four spirits rushed forward when the connection was broken.
Harry ran quickly over to Y/N and Cedric.
“Hold onto him! Accio!” Harry pointed his wand at the portkey, grabbing Y/N’s hand as she wrapped her arm around Cedric’s. The portkey took them right back to the arena.
The three of them landed hard on the ground. Cedric’s body was sprawled, and cheering erupted. The lively music started once more, nobody noticing what had happened. Harry was crying now.
“Harry, let go of him. Let go of him!” Y/N sat up, pulling Harry off of Cedric’s body.
He knocked her off, the exhaustion finally hitting her as she collapsed on the ground. Fleur rushed forward, and Y/N had never been so glad to see her.
She screamed loudly, looking around and covering her mouth with her hands in terror.
“Harry!” Dumbledore yelled, rushing from his spot in the stands. Hagrid hesitated to continue clapping when he realized what was happening. The music finally died down with the sounds of a trumpet flailing.
“For God’s same, Dumbledore, what’s happened?” The minister rushed to the ground by Harry and Cedric. Two Beauxbatons girls were helping Y/N up, her head lolling as she finally began to lose consciousness.
“Help! We need help here!” One of the girls called, her accent thick. Draco rushed up so quick, breathing heavy. “I’ll take her.” He spoke to the girls.
Y/N looked up quick at his voice. “Don’t touch me! Don’t let him take me! Get away from me!” She screamed, thrashing away from his hands.
He seemed so hurt and confused, putting his hands up in surrender. Y/N could tell he looked scared, more than she was at the mere sight of him.
Madame Promfrey was quick to rush up to Y/N, Taking her from the girls and putting her on a stretcher. “She’s coming with me alone.” She spoke harshly to every student surrounded it Y/N. Gasps were heard as the stretcher was levitated and everyone could see the damage.
“That’s my boy!” The faint cry of Amos filled Y/N’s ears. She used all her strength to lull her head to the side, watching her best friend’s dad collapse next to his son’s corpse. Her face scrunched up as hot tears escaped her eyes, dripping from the bridge of her nose onto the fabric of the stretcher.
Y/N eventually succumbed to the darkness, not caring who could see how hurt she was. Every student saw the blood soaking her shirt, how dirty she was, and her missing hand. It was an awful sight, and some people had to turn away so they wouldn’t lose their dinner.
Pomfrey was quick to take her to the Hospital Wing, fixing her up and cleaning her off so she could rest comfortably.
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Students would linger in over the next few days, checking up on Y/N to see how she was doing. She was always the same every time; asleep, but alive.
There wasn’t much Pomfrey could do about her hand. Tragic, it really was. Y/N would have never been considered as a follower to Voldemort, much less a loyal servant to him.
Dumbledore helped shield her from the press and the students that were begging to know what had happened in the maze. He made sure Y/N wouldn’t wake up to threats or feel incredibly unsafe somewhere she called home.
Professors were now worried about how to tell the students about the death of the golden boy, and how to not let it slip that Voldemort is back, alive, and rapidly gaining power.
But that was an issue for when Y/N woke up, and the truth about her family would finally be revealed.
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a/n: wow! Sorry about this one! I decided to leave on a cliff hanger, lol my bad. I’m done using the movie as a reference so the last chapter is coming straight from the noggin onto my cellular device. Merry Christmas tho, hope y’all got everything you wanted! Happy holidays and happy Hanukkah, Kwanza, or whatever you celebrate during this time! Love you all so much
tri-wizard champion {6}
Memorial
Draco Malfoy x Hufflepuff!Reader
a/n: last chapter, let’s do this! wow what a ride this hs been. I’m sad that it’s over, but now I can focus on requests and one shots, maybe even get another series up and running! I hope you all enjoy.
word count: 2529
warnings: sad lol, some innuendos to PTSD + trauma, mentions of death, mentions of major injuries, mentions of blood + bleeding out, read at your own discretion
summary: while Hogwarts holds a memorial for the loss of one of their beloved students, Y/N mourns two losses in her life.
song recs:beach baby - bon iver, where’s my love - SYML, f song - strawberry guy
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Y/N woke almost two weeks later.
It was quiet, the whispers throughout the infirmary were incoherent as her eyes adjusted to the light.
Every muscle, bone and joint was sore and aching the second she tilted her head.
For some reason, she expected someone to be beside the bed in a chair, waiting for her to wake up. But this wasn’t like the movies.
The chair next to her sat empty, a fresh pair of clothes lay folded nicely, probably from Jamie. The table next to her was filled with propped up cards and sweets. She could only cringe at the thought of crowds of students seeing her in her unconscious state while she began her healing process.
The worst was over, the tournament was done. Y/N’s memories from just a few weeks before came flooding back.
She got lost, staring at her hand and her, well, missinghand.
“Oh! Miss Y/L/N, you’re awake. How’re you feeling?” Professor McGonagall flung open the closed curtains, revealing Y/N to the prying eyes of students who followed her.
Y/N must’ve jumped ten feet at the gasps of every student and the loud scraping of the metal rings from the curtains. Her heart rate slowed when Jamie pushed herself to the front, McGonagall ushering her past the curtains and closing them again.
Jamie pounced on Y/N, knocking the breath out of her in a bone-crushing hug. “Y/N/N, I’m so glad you’re okay. You gave us all a scare.” Her voice was muffled in Y/N’s hair.
“Now, Miss Wilson, I think Miss Y/L/N doesn’t need any more injuries.” McGonagall scolded the girl, yet smiled as she did so.
Jamie slowly sat up from Y/N, her chinks pink and she gave out a nervous laugh. “Are you feeling okay?”
“Just a bit tired- exhausted, actually.” Y/N shrugged, barely having the energy to do so as each muscle burned with the movement.
“Madame Pomfrey can give you Wideye, you’ll be discharged soon.” McGonagall spoke from beside the curtain. “I’ll give you two some privacy so Miss Y/L/N can change.”
Soon after McGonagall left and closed the curtain, Jamie was pouncing on Y/N again.
“So, what happened? You need to tell me everything. I mean, you appeared in the arena through the portkey bleeding and Harry was screaming and crying and Cedric was.. um- never mind. It was so scary. Fleur started screaming when she saw you. I don’t know if you remembered but Draco came to help you, you started screaming ‘get away from me!’ It was so scary! You should’ve heard the crowd-“
“Okay, yeah I get it- everyone was scared.” Y/N cut Jamie off, throwing the blanket off her legs and swinging them over the side of the bed, touching her feet to the cold floor of the infirmary. She groaned at the stiffness of her limbs, almost losing her balance as she pushed off the bed and put her weight on her legs.
“I’m sorry. I should’ve known you wouldn’t have wanted to talk about it.” Jamie rushed over, helping her stand and wobble to the folded clothes. “I’ll give you a few minutes to get dressed. Shout when you’re ready.” She pressed her lips to a thin line, backing away and leaving through the curtain, shutting it after her.
Y/N’s eyes immediately started to water. She covered her face with her hand, a dry sob racking her body. Why would this have to happen to her?
~•.*✰
She struggled to get dressed. It was hard enough not falling over every time she shifted her weight, but the newfound challenge of putting on a shirt and pants that didn’t even have to be fastened was frustrating, to say the least.
Jamie had given her a small bag to put all the treats and cards in. She tried to help Y/N tidy up the hospital bed before leaving the infirmary, staying by her side the whole time to the Great Hall.
Y/N wanted to stop and get food, try to make her grand appearance not-so-grand by simply showing up. Much to her dismay, word had gotten out that she was awake, and all eyes were on her the second she stepped into the Great Hall.
“I’ll go get a plate of food.” Jamie told her quietly, leaving her at the entrance to go to the Hufflepuff table.
“I think we need to talk.” A familiar voice spoke behind Y/N. She tensed, turning around slowly to meet the prying eyes of Draco Malfoy.
“Yeah, I think we do.”
~•.*✰
The two teens sat quietly in one of the lesser known courtyards of Hogwarts. Y/N sat on a small bench, only enough room for her, while Draco leaned against a large tree next to her.
“So, how’ve you been? Haven’t seen you since the arena.” Draco said, short and rather snarky, crossing his arms.
“I’ve been good. You know, asleep for most of it. Coping too, lost a lot that night.” Y/N responded, gazing at the ruffling leaves of the large oak tree Draco was leaning on.
He quietly followed her gaze, looking right above him to see what was so entrancing about the newly grown leaves.
“I just want to know what happened and why you reacted the way you did. So much had happened, I thought I had lost you. Then you suddenly appeared and were bleeding out so I tried to help you, and you just screamed and screamed.” His voice cut through the thick silence, and Y/N jumped at how it echoed throughout the yard.
“I saw your dad.” She said quietly, finally meeting his gaze. Oh, how she longed for those cloudy eyes of his.
“What?” He hissed, simply at the mention of his father.
“In the graveyard. He was there. He who- Voldemort, is back. And your father was there.” Y/N shivered just slightly.
“I know Lord Voldemort is back. And I knew my dad would be there when he made his grand appearance.” Draco said after a few moments of collecting his thoughts.
“You knew?” Y/N questioned, though she wasn’t scared at all.
“Yes. I knew he was coming back and I should’ve told you sooner about who I am and who my family is in relation to him-“
“It’s okay, Draco. Just please stop talking.” Y/N stood, using her hand to cup his face. She almost felt him lean into it, but decided it was just her mind playing tricks on her.
“I don’t want you to hate me. I have to do this for my family. My mother- they’ll kill her. I have to support him.” Draco’s eyes glossed over, and Y/N’s throat began to close just at the sight of him about to cry.
She immediately pulled him into a hug. A warm, familiar, long-awaited hug that she had missed so dearly in the time they had been apart. He shook, silent sobs from what she could tell. And he cried, right into the shoulder of the person he had betrayed the most.
“I don’t want to lose you.” He said quietly, his voice watery and muffled from the tears.
“I just need time. And I know you don’t want to hear that. But I don’t hate you and I never will.” Y/N pulled back from his tight embrace, suddenly realizing his iron grip on her waist.
“Ilove you, Y/N.” Draco spoke the three words Y/N yearned to hear since they first began to date.
“I love you, too, Draco.” She said, giving him a small kiss on the cheek and walking out of the courtyard. From behind her, she heard him snuffle and grunt as he sat down on the bench where she was sitting, picking up and pulling his cloak over his body.
Y/N’s eyes began to water. She didn’t want to lose him just as much as he didn’t want to lose her.
~•.*✰
“Hey, I brought you some food. I saw you leave with Malfoy so I just kept it up here for you.” Jamie didn’t look up from her book as she pointed to the plate of food on Y/N’s nightstand next to her bed.
“Thank you.” Y/N said, her voice quivering from the events of before. It was then when Jamie looked up.
“What happened? Did he say something to hurt you? Oh, I’ll hex him all the way to Pluto!-“
“No, nothing happened.” Y/N cut her off before you could ramble on any further. “He told me he loved me.”
“What?” Jamie gasped. “Well, what did you say? I’m hooked now, you better keep talking.” She shifted herself, putting her book down and laying on her stomach facing the end of the bed.
Y/N plopped down on her bed, feeling the relief of a soft mattress and her silk sheets.
“I told him I loved him. But I also said I needed time.”
“That’s understandable. Was he okay?” Jamie’s eyes were fixated on Y/N.
“Yeah, I think so. He cried. I haven’t seen him like that ever, really.”
“Huh. He doesn’t really seem like much of a crier to me. I think Malfoy really does love you, Y/N/N. I think he might need some time too, I don’t want you to feel like you are burdening him with needing to heal.”
Y/N nodded, bringing her knees to her chest and hugging them. She tried to nod, but ended up rolling backwards onto her pillows.
Jamie laughed, glad to see her best friend gaining back her usual happiness.
“I’m sorry for being rude earlier. I can explain more about what happened in the graveyard, maybe it’ll help to talk about it.” Y/N turned her head to look at her friend.
“Only if your comfortable.” Jamie told her, though Y/N could tell she was eager to hear about the gruesome details.
“I think it’ll help. I miss him. Cedric, I mean. Not talking about what happened will only make the explosion of emotions worse.” Y/N said, looking up at the tapestry hung on her bed frame. “I really do miss him. I hope the memorial is worth it, he deserved everything and more.”
“I know he did, and I think he knows that he did the right thing. He protected you and Harry, right?” Jamie said, standing up to lay on Y/N’s bed with her.
“Yeah. He’s a good protector. Was, a good protector. It’ll be weird without him.”
“Tell me about the graveyard? I’m here to protect you just like he did, I promise.” Jamie sat up, offering her a sympathetic smile. Y/N nodded, sitting up and sighing quietly.
And she told Jamie about everything that happened that night.
~•.*✰
The Great Hall was eerily quiet. Y/N had never heard such a quiet sound, her ears were practically ringing.
She sat on the left side by the Gryffindors. She wanted to stay close by Harry. Jamie was sat at her side.
She turned around in her seat to look at the entire Hogwarts student body and every Beauxbatons and Durmstrang student sitting within the crowd. Y/N noticed a few eyes on her, so she quietly turned back around and shrunk into her seat.
Dumbledore sat for a moment at the head of the hall, looking distressed. He spoke after a few more moments of the deafening silence.
“Today, we acknowledge… a really terrible loss.” He stood.
“Cedric Diggory was, as you all know… exceptionally hard-working, infinitely fair-minded, and most importantly… a fierce, fierce friend.”
The emotion in Dumbledore’s voice sparked up sniffles within the crowd. Next to Y/N, Harry grabbed her free hand and squeezed it without looking away from Dumbledore. She could tell he was crying, and she could feel the hot tears running down her own face.
Draco was choked up from across the isle. He scowled at Harry grabbing Y/N’s hand, but soon realized she was crying and he wasn’t there to comfort her.
“Now, I think, therefore, you have the right to know exactly how he died. You see… Cedric Diggory was murdered by Lord Voldemort!”
There it is, Y/N inhaled sharply.
Gasps filled the halls, murmurs echoing off the four walls.
“The Ministry of Magic does not wish for me to tell you this. But not to do so, I think, would be an insult to his memory. Now, the pain… we all feel at this dreadful loss reminds me- reminds us.
-while we may come from different places and speak in different tongues, our hearts beat as one. In light of recent events, the bonds of friendship we’ve made this year will be more important than ever. Remember that, and Cedric Diggory will not have died in vain. You remember that. And we’ll celebrate a boy who was… kind and honest and… brave and true, right to the very end.”
~•.*✰
Students huddled together on the Black Lake that same night. Many were sending lit candles on small paper boats from the shore.
Y/N teared up at the sight of so many different students coming together to honor just one, especially right before summer where everyone would go their respective ways.
Many professors had checked up on the four remaining champions, especially Y/N and Harry.
They split their winnings, Harry receiving the most. He gave his earnings to the Weasley twins so they could start the fund for their promising joke shop.
Y/N gave her earnings to Amos to help bury Cedric just the way he wanted. The Diggory’s were so kind to her, even though they were suffering just as much as her.
It hurt, losing him. Y/N often found herself turning to him in the common room just before she would leave, but only found a portrait of him.
“I miss you.” She would say to the portrait.
“I know you do. But you need to move on for me, okay?” Portrait Cedric said back.
She cried every time she heard his voice. The most she would get from him was the painting, but it was more than anything she could’ve asked for.
Draco kept tabs on Y/N throughout the summer. He continued to give her time, wishing and praying that one day she would come back to him.
The beginning of fifth year rapidly approached. Y/N’s summer was a blur, she couldn’t remember what had happened. She healed mentally and physically, and was prepared for the upcoming year.
Within the first week, Draco and Y/N decided to go their separate ways but stay close to each other. Maybe one day they’d find their ways back to one another. Right person, wrong time.
Y/N would always walk into the common room to see a newly sorted first year speaking to the portrait. Cedric was always good at giving advice, and continues to be even in the afterlife.
She had finally grieved. Yes, she missed him dearly. But she knew he would hate for her to mull herself around feeling sorry for herself.
Cedric protected Y/N and Harry, and that was enough sacrifice for everyone to understand.
Although Y/N didn’t get the perfect love story or the perfect ending to her fourth year at Hogwarts, she was glad to have been able to call Cedric her friend.
And that was enough for her.
~•.*✰
final a/n: okay ouch LMAOOO so the ending kind of was a bit confusing so I’ll explain it. during some movies based off of real stories it’ll show what the people are up to nowadays during the credits, so that’s what I was going for! I took the hc about the portrait of Ced in the Hufflepuff common room and put it into this part, I cannot for the life of me remember who made the hc but it was absolutely adorable and I needed to put it in.
if anyone wants blurbs, please request them! I’d be more than happy to show what happened to Y/N and Draco because of the right person wrong time, or what the rest of her Hogwarts years looked like! I’m so so so overwhelmed with the support from this silly story idea I had a year ago. I’m glad you guys enjoyed it just as much as I did, and I’m glad you were able to see things from my perspective. wow. I just cannot believe it’s really over! it’s so crazy. but thank you so much. I don’t think I could’ve asked for better followers + supporters in my life. you all mean the and more. I love you I love you I love you
Imagine a buzzfeed unsolved and harry potter cross over where Shane is the chosen one and does not believe in magic.
“Hey there death eaters, it’s me, ya boy”
“FUCK YOU VOLDEMORT”
“I’m dancing in your forest. It’s my forest now! If you want me out you’re gonna have to kill me”
harry potter:
worthless ~ you dont like being called nothing, and you do a lot to prove people wrong. platonic
jelly slugs*~ you always end up almost dying with three people you seem to barley know but its not that bad when harry potter always seems to wake up next to you in the hospital wing. fluff
redbull ~ you get extra homework as punishment for fighting in class, harry suggests redbull to keep you up. crack fic
not yet ~ you go to meet harry’s parents when voldemort attacks. angst/fluff
draco malfoy:
thorns and roses* ~ hanahaki disease is caused by unrequainted love. symptoms can include: growth of throns and flowers in your stomach and lungs, excessive coughing, trouble breathing, vomiting, painful movements and in extreme cases death. angst w/ fluff ending
can’t forget, won’t forgive ~ you meet back up with draco at a party after the war and you still haven’t forgiven him. angst w/ fluff ending
we’ll leave this all behind ~ you were raised the same as draco, maybe you would be less lonely together. angst w/ fluff ending
drunken kisses ~ you and your friends went to the quidditch world cup with one goal; to get wasted. you also manage to catch the attention of one of your friends old classmates. fluff
i kissed you dumbass ~ you and draco flirt but it’s not like you would ever date him. right? fluff
boredom ~ the cure for your insufferable boredom happens to have blonde hair grey eyes and a name your family hates. angst
its never fair ~ you spent four months in draco’s basement, now your trapped in an elevator with him. fluff
drowning ~ draco decides to break up with you after he gets his tattoo, not knowing you have one too. angst w/ fluff ending
focus* ~ draco is forced to be your partner in potions becaue you suck at school despite being a ravenclaw. fluff
fine line ~ you hate draco malfoy but you know what they say, there’s a fine line between love and hate. fluff
fred weasley:
revenge ~ the twins help you get revenge on a boy you should have never even been with. fluff
just checking ~ you dont like fred weasley and his flirting got on your nerves but for some reason a room feels empty without him. fluff
games* ~ soulmate AU, the words first said to you by your soulmate are tattooed on your ankle. fred has lived with some unsavory ones his whole life. fluff
smelling sweet ~ you jump on fred’s back thinking it was someone else, and an awkward train ride follows. fluff
cedric diggory:
attention ~ you hate the attention you get because of your parents lives. the last thing you need is more from hogwart’s golden boy. fluff
pencil sketches* ~ you start getting drawings and find out who they’re from in a strange way. fluff
oliver wood:
kid ~ being the kid of puddlemore united means everyone treats him like one, even the girl he’s been in love since he met her. fluff
my baby boy ~ oliver hates to have to fight for his girlfriends attention with so many people. fluff
blaise zambini:
never have i ever ~ you’re draco’s ex and you probably shouldn’t be flirting with him and he really shouldn’t be flirting back. fluff
the colors of us ~ blaise meets a muggle in a cafe and doesn’t exspect to get so attached to her. fluff with a bit of angst
Friend in Spirit
Ghost!Cedric Diggory x Reader
Summary:(Y/N) (L/N) is alone, entirely alone in the halls of Hogwarts castle. That is, until a silver friend comes to greet her.
Prompt: I was wondering if you could do a Ghost!Cedric x reader where he finds her upset and then they become friends and possibly smth more. Aha ha…unless? Thanks! - Anon
Word Count: 5.5k
Warnings:Death (obviously), maybe a swear
A/N:I really liked this prompt! I had a lot of fun with it! Something about Cedric Diggory really just inspires me, you know?
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She knew it was a bad idea, to be running through the halls so late at night, she wasn’t thick. However, like the tears clouding her vision, her mind was a bit hazy. (Y/N) let her feet be her guide, the castle hallways etched into her memory like the lyrics of her favorite song, constant and relentless.
Finding herself to be alone, (Y/N) slid herself against the wall, falling flat onto the floor, knees pinned to her chin. The tears were salty, finding their way past her lips. She hated the taste.
“Are you alright?” A voice bellowed, as if from above.
(Y/N) froze for a moment. Perhaps a Prefect had found her outside her dorm this late into the evening, or worse, a professor. (Y/N) didn’t dare look up, afraid she’d lose herself a heaping of House points. Maybe, if she stayed still, they’d pity her.
“I’m not a Professor,” the voice admitted, almost sensing her worries, “or a Prefect.”
(Y/N)’s eyes glanced upward, only to be met with a hazy figure, glowing silver like the moonlight. Tell-tale appearance of a ghost. However, this figure looked nothing like the ghosts (Y/N) had been accustomed to in her years at Hogwarts, finding solace in the almost laughable appearances of the House ghosts, each a character in their own right. This one looked to be a boy, around her age.
“Who are you?” (Y/N) said, pressing her knees closer to herself, trying to seem as small as possible.
“A friend,” the silver ghost responded, smiling, “seems like you could use one right about now, no?”
“I suppose,” (Y/N) sniffled, her hand running across the bottom of her nose rather unceremoniously.
“Sorry if I frightened you,” the ghost continued, floating down onto the ground, sitting crosslegged. “I sometimes forget that I can—uh—that this can have that effect on people.”
“Takes a bit more than a ghost to frighten me,” (Y/N) said, loosening her grip against herself, just a bit. The ghost, his name still a mystery, looked kind, almost gentle. How had she not come across this ghost before?
“Good to know,” the ghost said, his shoulders relaxing. “I would imagine that someone like you would need to have a bit of nerve to be running through the castle so late, unafraid of the consequences.”
“It’s not a habit of mine,” (Y/N) said, “but I needed to get out of there, anyway I could.”
“Get out of where?”
“My dorm,” (Y/N) said plainly, “my roommates, they…” She couldn’t bring herself to finish her thought. “Never mind that, just know that I had to get away, spend some time,” she glanced at the silver boy, “alone.”
“Well,” the boy laughed, floating a few inches off the ground, his posture not changing. “I’ve found it quite difficult to be alone, especially at this castle no doubt,” he sighed, as if to let out a breath. Could ghosts even breathe? Or was it a habit from his previous life? (Y/N) couldn’t recall a time she saw one of the House ghosts breathing.
“No kidding,” (Y/N) said, burying her face back into her knees.
“If you’d really like to be left alone, I can go,” he said, floating a bit higher. He turned his gaze back to (Y/N). “But, I find you quite good company, and I’d feel awful to let you go that easily.”
“Good company?” (Y/N) asked, “You don’t even know my name.”
“Alright,” he smiled, “what’s your name?”
“Cheeky,” (Y/N) laughed lightly, feeling herself smile just a bit. “(Y/N). (Y/N) (L/N).”
“(Y/N)…” he repeated, the sound filling the air. “It’s a nice name. Pretty.”
(Y/N) felt her face heat up, the compliment hitting her square in the chest. How silly it was, to allow the words of a ghost to affect her so bad. She shook her head a bit.
“Well?” (Y/N) said, giving the ghost a pointed look. “Don’t you have a name?”
“Oh, right,” the ghost laughed, “been a while since anyone’s asked for that,” he glanced at the ground, as if he had to think about it. “It’s—uh—Amos.”
“Have a last name, Amos?” (Y/N) asked, allowing herself to let go of her knees, the position growing rather taxing.
“Seems that I’ve—well, you know how these things are—I’ve forgotten,” Amos laughed, rubbing the back of his neck. “Ghosts sometimes have a tough time recalling details, you see. Our past life sort’ve dwindles away…”
“Does it?” (Y/N) asked, growing curious. “That’s awfully sad…”
“It’s not so bad,” Amos shrugged. “I can still remember quite a lot, my parents, my time here at school, what House I was in—”
“What House?” (Y/N) asked quickly, as if it were the most important question she’d ever had asked. “I’m in (Y/H).”
“Hufflepuff,” Amos said, his chest puffing just a bit. “Proud about it. Looked rather good in yellow, too,” he laughed.
“I can imagine,” (Y/N) said, feeling herself smiling at his joke, her legs falling flat against the floor.
“There,” Amos said, “you’re not crying anymore. Knew it would take only a moment.”
“Was that why you came here?” (Y/N) asked, “To try and get me to stop crying?”
“Felt rude not to,” Amos said honestly. “It seems rather rude to let a lady sob her eyes out.”
“A lady?” (Y/N) scoffed. “How old-fashioned. How old are you? Eighty?”
“Nope. Seventeen. Well, I was seventeen. I think I’m a bit older now,” Amos said, his face fallen. As if sprung back in an instant, his smile returned. “At least I get to be seventeen forever, right? No scraggly beard or wrinkles to worry about.”
“You were only seventeen?” (Y/N) asked, her own worries set aside. “That’s horrible! You were so young and—”
“Young forever,” Amos smiled, unbroken. “I know how sad it must seem, to see such a young ghost, but honestly, don’t mind yourself about it,” he waved his hand as if it were nothing, “I’ve had a bit of time to reflect on myself and my state, no need to worry a beautiful girl about it, either.”
(Y/N) was certain that her cheeks were shining brighter than the night sky. He had called her beautiful, something she wasn’t quite used to hearing. It didn’t help that the ghost in question was unequivocally handsome, albeit, still a ghost.
“Why haven’t I seen you around the castle?” (Y/N) asked finally, the question nagging at the back of her mind. “I’ve run into nearly every other ghost— the House ghosts, Myrtle, even that other boy Duncan—but not you, Amos. Why?”
“Blimey, you’ve even come across Duncan?” Amos laughed, propelling himself higher into the air. “That bloke is harder to pin down than a Cornish Pixie,” he turned back to (Y/N), who looked nearly unimpressed. “Well, to tell you the truth… I’m not exactly keen on being seen.”
“Obviously,” (Y/N) said plainly, “otherwise I’d have at least heard of you before.”
“I suppose I had gotten enough of the attention and fanfare when I was alive,” Amos shrugged, allowing himself to float through the pillar to his left, as if to prove he indeed was not alive. “Thought I could quiet things down for a few years—decades maybe—before I jumped back into things.”
“You’ve been here for decades?” (Y/N) felt her heart nearly drop.
“Oh!” Amos shook his head quickly, dropping back to the ground, legs crossed. “No, only a couple of years. Well, I reckon it’s been close to a decade, anyway…”
“Being alone for such a long time…” (Y/N) said, her voice barely a whisper. “That must be just dreadful.”
“Weren’t you the one who was just going on about how you’d like to be left alone?” Amos smirked, trying to lighten the mood.
“You know what I mean,” (Y/N) said almost annoyed. “I’m sorry that you’ve had to be alone, no one should be alone for such a long time…”
“Alright,” Amos said, flying to his feet. “Then I won’t,” he pointed at (Y/N), “come visit me, then.”
“You say it like I can just waltz around this castle on a dime—”
“Didn’t stop you tonight,” Amos said, his hands on his hips. (Y/N) looked rather unimpressed. “Look, I wouldn’t be asking if I didn’t mean it. I rather fancy your company,” he smiled, “frankly, this is the most contact I’ve had with another person in years. You’d make a fine friend.”
“I just…” (Y/N) sat for a moment, mulling her options over. Not everyday did a ghost—one who quite tickled her fancy—ask to be in contact with you. Certainly she never turned down the opportunity for a new friend, even if he was dead. The risks were high, but the payoff seemed to be worth it. “Alright.”
“Alright?” Amos’ eyes lit up, his dazzling grin shining bright against the moonlight.
“Once a week,” (Y/N) concluded, pushing herself up the wall, back onto her feet. “I don’t think I can manage much more than that, I’d run out of excuses as to why I was out of my dorm so late at night—you do want to meet at night, right?”
“Well we certainly can’t meet while you’re in class, can we?” Amos smirked, his posture softening.
“Cheeky,” (Y/N) laughed, holding her hand out. “Alright, it’s a deal. Once a week,” she stiffened her arm, “well? What’re you—oh,” (Y/N) felt her fat grow hot with embarrassment. Amos tipped his head to the side, almost in confusion.
“Ah, I suppose you’d like to shake on it, hm?” Amos asked, resulting in a rather meek nod from (Y/N). He smiled, reaching his own silver arm out to meet hers, but missing her hand by an inch. “Alright, let’s shake on it, then.”
(Y/N) hesitantly moved her hand, reaching out to touch Amos’ silver one, almost expecting to feel nothing at all. What she didn’t anticipate was the cold. The air in which would hypothetically contain the boy’s hand was as cold as a winter’s night. But, it didn’t alarm her in the slightest. While the cold was a bit jarring, she could still feel his presence—or what she assumed was his presence—he felt like he was real, or real enough in the moment before his fingers managed to poke through her hand.
“Whoops,” Amos laughed, retreating his hand back to his side. “Sorry about that, I’ve never tried—”
“It’s fine,” (Y/N) said, shaking her head. She quickly rubbed her eyes, feeling the stiffness in her eyelids fall. Talking with Amos had indeed calmed her down, as she had grown finally tired enough for sleep. “I’ll see you around?”
“Next week,” Amos nodded, watching (Y/N) turn towards the empty corridor.
“See you then, Amos,” (Y/N) said, waving lightly before entering into the darkness, prepared to return to her dorm, ready to face her roommates—a part of her hoping they had also gone to sleep.
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(Y/N) found solace in her new friend. True to her word, Amos and (Y/N) met once a week in the corridor, late into the evening. They had met like that for a few months now and (Y/N) was finding herself wanting to chat with Amos more and more. So, they compromised to meet as needed, with (Y/N) coming to their corridor at the time she needed and Amos would be there to listen. It was nice, to have a friend that would listen and actually care for their wellbeing.
Of course, being friends with a ghost had its challenges. For one, (Y/N) kept Amos a secret, per his wishes, so it was always odd to mention something her ‘friend’ had said in passing. Many would press to know who that ‘friend’ was, but thought nothing of it, as (Y/N) liked to keep to herself anyway. She also found it difficult when she would accidentally offer Amos a snack, mostly out of habit. It was the little things, she knew, that they took for granted in this unorthodox situation.
When the Easter break had passed and school was coming back into session, (Y/N) was quick to realize her growing sour mood over the break was from the lack of time she had with Amos. It was only a little over a week, but (Y/N) understood that her dear friend was someone she could confide in almost anything with, something she sought so desperately to find. It was that night, a night in the middle of June, weeks now caught back up, that she finally felt back to normal.
“Amos?” (Y/N) asked, her back pressed against the floor. She had been laying just right—good enough to see the stars through the window—Amos floating in the air above her.
“Yeah?” Amos answered, only letting a beat pass between them, almost a hesitation.
“I never told you—never shared why I was here all those months ago, did I?” (Y/N) said, pushing herself upward, weight on her hands. Amos shook his head, the silver mop of hair falling into his eyes, a sight that (Y/N) felt enchanted by.
“You mentioned it was something to do with your roommates. I didn’t press you about it then—I don’t want to press you about it now, if you don’t want to talk about it,” Amos said decidedly.
“I want to talk about it,” (Y/N) said, fully sitting up, “on my own accord, for me. I guess? I don’t know. It feels odd to have kept that from you, when I’ve been so open and honest about everything else.”
“Oh…” Amos said, glancing down. “Right.”
“It’s nothing big!” (Y/N) said hurriedly, almost afraid she had struck a nerve with her silver friend. “Actually it’s pretty sad when you take a look back at it, I would say I was overreacting, just a bit…” (Y/N) twiddled her thumbs, “Honestly, the reason I was running through the halls that night is because my roommates were making jokes about me—”
“To your face?” Amos said, cutting (Y/N) off. “That’s nothing to scoff at, (Y/N)!”
“No!” (Y/N) laughed, waving her hands. “I overheard it before coming into our room. Not to my face—”
“Still, they were making jokes?” Amos looked worried, his eyebrows nearly touching. “Again, that’s not nothing, (Y/N)—”
“Okay, so it’s not nothing,” (Y/N) agreed, feeling her smile fade. “But, I’m not hurt by it anymore. My roommates and I have had the chance to talk it out—thanks to you, you know.”
“To me?” Amos asked, his face relaxing.
“Yeah,” (Y/N) nodded, her smile growing again. “Chatting with you made me realize that I don’t and shouldn’t care about what other people say about me,” she turned to Amos, “especially if I don’t really fancy their opinion of me anyway.”
“I don’t reckon I ever said anything along those lines…” Amos said.
“You didn’t,” (Y/N) said, shaking her head. “But, after hanging with you so often, it made me realize that there’s only a few people who I really care for,” her eyes flicked to the ground, “at least, a few people who’s opinions of me that I’d actually care for…”
“I guess that makes sense,” Amos said, floating nearly in circles around (Y/N), his hand plastered to his chin in thought. “Though, may I ask…?” He trailed for a moment, floating in one spot, (Y/N)’s gaze lifting directly upward, their eyes meeting. “Who’s opinions would you actually care for?”
“Oh—uhm—that’s…” (Y/N) knew her face was at the very least two shades darker than before, a feat she grew used to feeling. A soft sigh escaped her lips. “I mean, I suppose… it would be you, Amos—maybe my mum or dad—but I meant you, when I said that.”
“Oh…” Amos said, floating down to the ground, disappearing nearly into the floor beneath (Y/N)’s feet.
“Goodness, it feels like a weight has just been lifted off my chest!” (Y/N) nearly sang, closing her eyes lightly. She flicked them open to glance back up at her silver friend.“ I’m glad that we don’t have any more secrets—uh, Amos?” (Y/N) said, noticing and kneeling down to the head on the floor, his face tuned away from her. “Are you alright?”
“Perfectly fine,” Amos said, not turning around, his voice almost muffled.
“Amos?” (Y/N) said, gently tiptoeing around his head, hoping to make eye contact. He continued to turn. “Amos…” (Y/N) said, a bit more pointedly this time. “Stop spinning!”
He stopped.
“Amos, what’s gotten into you?” (Y/N) asked, watching her friend rise from the floor.
“Nothing,” Amos lied, crossing his arms. “Look, you don’t want to be late for your assembly, right?”
“But that’s not for another hour at least—”
“Still, you should probably meet with your Head of House and get ready… black robes and whatnot…” Amos said, his voice dropping low.
“It’s the same assembly every year, Amos,” (Y/N) said, trying to reach out to him, her hand passing through his arm effortlessly. “Always on the 24th of June—surely you’ve gone, right? Almost all the House ghosts are there…”
“The 24th of June isn’t a day I like to remember,” Amos mumbled, floating down the hall, further away from (Y/N).
“What?” (Y/N) said, skipping after the floating boy. “Amos?”
“Look,” Amos turned around quickly, his face hardened. “Just go get ready for your assembly—don’t expect me to be here when you get back—”
“Amos? What on earth are you going on about?!” (Y/N) nearly screamed, her voice trailing through the empty corridor. Their corridor. “Not be here when I get back?”
“Look, (Y/N),” Amos said plainly, “I haven’t… been exactly truthful to you either…” Amos turned back around. “After today—the assembly—you’ll… understand…”
“What do you mean? You’re still not making any sense—just, tell me what you need to, I don’t mind that you kept—”
“It’s not exactly something as easy as bluffing about why you cried,” Amos said, his voice low. “I just think it’s best to stop this—us meeting—you won’t be able to look at me the same way after the assembly.”
“Amos—”
“It’s… for the best,” he said, floating down the hallway, a sadness laced through his voice. He left (Y/N) standing alone, disappearing through the nearest wall, never to see her again.
(Y/N) felt inclined to think so too.
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Diggory Day—the title coined by the father of the fallen—was to remember the life of Cedric Diggory, Hogwarts Champion and role model to many. The assembly was a tradition instilled the same year as Remembrance Day—the anniversary of the Battle of Hogwarts—a feat accomplished by one Harry Potter, inclined to not only remember those fallen on the second of May, 1998, but also a dear friend on the day he had fallen too.
Normally, (Y/N) found the assembly dull, Cedric Diggory had passed more than 10 years ago, the Battle of Hogwarts nearly as long. It was the same schtick every year, a foreword by the Headmistress—usually about how inspiring Diggory had been—a testament to the school. As long as (Y/N) had attended Hogwarts, his father had attended too, to share memories of his son, to engulf the minds of the young students and inspire them to do greater. It was the norm for most students to take the afternoon hour to catch a kip or completely zone out. If (Y/N) was honest with herself, she found it easier and easier to catch a kip as each year passed. This afternoon, however, she was determined to stay awake—to understand why Amos felt the need to cut her out of his life—by any means necessary.
Black school robes were required, no different than Remembrance Day, the entire Great Hall was flooded with darkness. Gold banners adorned the walls—a nod to the fallen’s House. (Y/N) found her seat next to her roommates, the look of boredom already sunken into their features. The Headmistress took to the podium, silencing any idle chatter that lingered throughout the hall. Her speech was no different than years prior, same deal. However, the saddened man—no older than 50—tucked away to the side, his face pale. He looked no different than (Y/N) remembered him, the pain in his eyes was hard to forget.
“…now, I believe Mr. Diggory has a few words,” Headmistress McGonagall finished, gesturing her hand over to the man in the corner. “Amos, if you would.”
Amos?
“Thank you Minerva,” the man—Amos, presumably—said, pushing himself up from his seat. His steps to the podium were slow in pace, almost as if his sadness had weighed him down. “Thank you, students of Hogwarts, for allowing me to speak yet again.”
“Amos…” (Y/N) mumbled under her breath, repeating the speaker’s name once again. “But…”
As if like lightening had struck, the pieces of the puzzle all clicked into place. (Y/N)’s friend, the one she had grown to care deeply for—perhaps even love—wasn’t just any student at all, but the son of the speaker before her.
Cedric Diggory.
The room almost felt still, the noise around her blanking out, her focus entirely on her racing mind. All the mumbling about today, how he’d rather forget it all, the reasons Cedric had to lie to her about who he was—nothing was comforting to ease her thoughts. He had chosen to go by his father’s name, that couldn’t be a coincidence, right? Actively using a name that meant something so dear to him, something entirely other than his own—means something in the grand scheme of their interactions. Had everything else been a lie? No, that was something (Y/N) was sure of. Amos—Cedric—was not one to lie to her, at least, beside the obvious.
“…my son was a courageous young man, bright beyond his years,” Mr. Diggory said, holding a sniffle back. “He was my pride and joy, a testament to what a student, no, a son, should be. Honest, caring and loyal, the traits of his House flowed through him. Hufflepuff was a fine fit for my boy…”
The rest of the assembly finished as it always had, with a hymn sung by the Hogwarts Frog choir—apparently a favorite of Cedric’s. The students rose from their seats, eager to enjoy the rest of their day off from studies and classes. Should she approach Amos—the real Amos? Ask him about his son? Before she made up her mind, her hand was pulling at the back of the older man’s robes.
“Oh,” Mr. Diggory turned around, his brows nearly touching his receding hairline. “Hello…”
“Mr. Diggory,” (Y/N) said, releasing her grip, her hands twisting between themselves. “You don’t know me, but I’m (Y/N) (L/N) and—”
“Miss. (L/N), would you please follow your fellow students back to your common room? Mr. Diggory has a prior engagement,” Headmistress McGonagall said, her eyes stern.
“Oh, Minerva, I’m sure she’ll only be a moment,” Mr. Diggory said, waving her away dismissively. The Headmistress paused for a moment, mulling over her options, but proceeded to engage in a conversation with the Herbology Professor, Professor Longbottom, instead.
“Mr. Diggory, I’ve heard you speak for a couple of years now,” (Y/N) restarted, feeling slightly more sure of herself. “But this year, your words really resonated with me—”
“I’m glad an old man like myself could enlighten a bright mind like yours, Miss. (L/N),” Mr. Diggory smiled, a warmth softening his features. “May I ask why this year resonated with you versus the years prior?”
“I have this… new friend, you see,” (Y/N) said, planning to be vague. “I didn’t understand him as deeply as I thought, but when you talked so truthfully and lovingly about your son, Cedric, I just… it made sense, I guess. He’s an… awful lot like him,” (Y/N) said honestly.
“Well, he sounds like a fine young man,” Mr. Diggory said, his smile not fading.
“He had recently lied to me, about something big…” (Y/N) took a deep breath, unsure of her next words. “I’m having a hard time understanding why he did what he did…”
“Oh,” Mr. Diggory said quietly. “Well, I’m sure he had his reasons, most people do.”
“Even if they’re honest about everything else?”
“In my experience, those who are honest at heart tend to protect those whom they love, or what they love, even if it means lying,” Mr. Diggory said thoughtfully, his hand resting on his coat pocket.
“I see,” (Y/N) said, her eyes downcast.
“But,” Mr. Diggory continued, his gaze locked on the young student before him. She glanced back up. “I’m sure with an open heart and mind, you can find it in yourself to forgive him for his choices,” he smiled yet again, “maybe he’ll find it in himself to forgive himself too.”
“I’m not so sure,” (Y/N) said, her hand gripping the sleeve of her robes tightly. “He was very clear about… not talking to me again.”
“He just may be misguided,” Mr. Diggory said plainly, his hand grasping around a gold pocket watch. “Ah, I’m so sorry, but I have to cut our conversation short, but that prior engagement is coming up shortly,” he smiled again, “I do hope your friend comes around, Miss.(L/N), you seem like you have a good head on your shoulders.”
“Thank you, Mr. Diggory,” (Y/N) said, feeling herself bow forward a bit. “I appreciate it.” With another sad smile, Mr. Diggory exited the Great Hall, (Y/N) taking another second to regain herself.
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She sat in the corridor for what seemed like hours, watching the sun set beyond the horizon. Her robe was long but forgotten against the floor beside her feet, seated tightly against the wall.
“Cedric…” (Y/N) mumbled into her knees, gripping herself against her chest tightly.
As if on command, what seemed to be a silver wisp blew past her eyes, quickly and almost uncertainly. She glanced up, her eyes meeting with the silvery ones of her dear friend.
“So…” Cedric said, hovering above (Y/N). “You know…”
“Cedric, look—”
“I don’t need your pity,” Cedric said, turning around. “I lied to you, about who I was…” he settled onto the ground, mimicking (Y/N)’s posture and seating. “It’s… horrific.”
“No!” (Y/N) said far too quickly, her cheeks flushing in embarrassment. “I-I mean, no, Cedric,” she took a breath, “look, you lied—yeah that’s a fact—but you only really lied about your name.”
“So?”
“So,” (Y/N) repeated, “you’re still you, Cedric, name change be damned. You’re not suddenly a murderer or deranged psychopath, right?”
Cedric smiled lightly. “No, I suppose not.”
“You had your reasons,” (Y/N) said simply, “reasons that maybe I’ll never understand, but you did it to protect yourself, right?” Cedric nodded. “I mean, it’s been over 10 years since you’ve… left. I bet you haven’t exactly had a friend in all those years…”
“What gave that away? My knack for social skills?” Cedric smiled, crossing his arms.
“Perhaps,” (Y/N) grinned lightly, feeling a bit lighter at Cedric’s joking tone. “But you know what I mean. I forgive you, Cedric, I do.”
Cedric looked to stop floating, his feet nearly touching the ground. Besides the silver hue of his entire body, he looked nearly alive, nearly and entirely human. His face twisted in confusion for just a moment, before relaxing entirely. A sliver of silver ran down his cheek—a single tear.
“I shouldn’t be forgiven—not by you, not by anyone,” Cedric said, bringing his jumper sleeve up to his cheek, wiping the tear away. “You have a bigger heart than I do—”
“By anyone? Cedric, of course you deserve to be forgiven!” (Y/N) said, reaching forward, balancing her hands above his shoulders—it wasn’t the same, but it was something. “Everyone makes mistakes—”
“It wasn’t a mistake!” Cedric screamed, flying backwards, his face distorted. “I died, (Y/N)!” He pulled his arms to his chest, heaving forward—almost in pain. “I died, (Y/N)…” Cedric repeated, his voice a whisper, “I died and I didn’t even get to say goodbye…”
“Say goodbye…?” (Y/N) let her hands to fall at her sides, trying to make sense of her friend’s words. “You don’t mean—”
“My father was there, when Harry brought back my body,” Cedric said softly, “I saw the whole thing. The anguish, the sadness in his eyes…” He took a deep breath. “I didn’t understand, I knew I died, I saw the green blast—how could I see and hear the sadness in my father?” Cedric asked, almost to himself. “I looked down and saw myself floating high above the crowd—a ghost.”
“You didn’t…choose to be a ghost?”
“Not on purpose,” Cedric shook his head, “I guess my ‘unfinished business’ was greater than the great beyond—so to speak.”
“Saying goodbye to your father?” (Y/N) asked, nearly a second later she realized it was a stupid observation.
“Year after year I sat in this castle,” Cedric floated to the window, gazing at the setting sun. “Watching my father come and speak to students—the pain still fresh in his words—I can’t bring myself to face him. I couldn’t even bring myself to show my face to anyone…”
“Until me…?”
“Until you.”
“Why me?” (Y/N) asked plainly, her voice almost broken.
“When I saw you that night, the pain in your face—the anguish—I couldn’t just sit idly by and let you deal with that. Not when you were still alive,” Cedric shook his head, “alive and far too pure to be dealing with that pain.”
“So, if I were a ghost, it’d be okay to deal with it?” (Y/N) felt her tone grow more accusatory, her arms crossing. “Pain is pain, Cedric—alive or not—you feel it regardless—”
“Regardless, sure,” Cedric said, waving his hand, “but I deserve the pain—”
“No one deserves that pain!” (Y/N) finally shouted. “You died—a horrific and terrible fate—but just because you feel like you deserve it, doesn’t make it so!” Her face felt flushed, the anger rising within her, tears pricking her eyes. “You’re kind, caring and loyal—”
“I was—”
“Hate to break it to you, Cedric, but I didn’t know you when you were alive, yeah?” (Y/N) spat. “I only know you now, and that’s what you still are,especially to me…” she glanced down at her feet, “my greatest friend…”
“Great friend I am…” Cedric mumbled, tapping his foot. “I abandoned you—”
“I love you!” (Y/N) exclaimed, a tear rolling down her cheek. “I love you, Cedric, and you left me because you thought it was right,” she wiped the tear away. “Your father loves you, Cedric, so deeply. But you just sit up here like—like a coward!” Cedric’s face was almost like stone, unchanging and unmoving. “You have this chance to make it right—say goodbye to your father—but you don’t. You’re hurting yourself more than the people who love you.”
“He could never forgive me—”
“I forgave you,” (Y/N) shrugged, “and your father loves you more than anyone in this world or otherwise—of course he’ll forgive you Cedric.”
“It’s foolish, you know?” Cedric said. “To love a ghost?”
“I don’t care,” (Y/N) shook her head. “Romantic—platonic—whatever. I care about you, Cedric, so deeply,” once more, she reached out to touch his shoulder. “I’ll help you get to that place, to get to the right place to see your father—wether that be next year or the next—I’ll do it, Cedric.”
“You…” Cedric said, his chest heaving in silent sobs. He allowed his head to fall forward. “Thank you, (Y/N),” a silver hand reached up to cover (Y/N)’s, “thank you…”
The touch felt cool—like that familiar winter’s night. The sensation only a reminder of the worlds between the two, a constant in their relationship and partnership. Alive or gone, they were together and ready to take on the world. One day, Cedric would find it in himself to approach his father, but today? Today he confided in the comfort of a friend, and maybe that was enough.
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1000 Follower Celebration
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Honestly, thank y'all so much for 1000 I never expected that I would even get 100. So for the next two weeks, with some limits, (mentioned in my intro and master list post) I will write any imagine, blurb, headcanon, or oneshot that you send in a request for (Monday 2nd to Sunday 15th). I will also maybe accept asks or ideas for full fics with multiple chapters. So ask away!
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1000 Follower Celebration
How in the fuck did I get here?
Honestly, thank y'all so much for 1000 I never expected that I would even get 100. So for the next two weeks, with some limits, (mentioned in my intro and master list post) I will write any imagine, blurb, headcanon, or oneshot that you send in a request for (Monday 2nd to Sunday 15th). I will also maybe accept asks or ideas for full fics with multiple chapters. So ask away!
I’m also going to update my master list so everything from the kink game and my previous fics will be on there by the end of the week and easily accessible.
HP Male Imagine with Cedric
Prompt by Me: Letters that changed time.
Tw: Angst, No happy ending, and Mentions of cheating.
Pairs of feet clomped around you on the narrow cobblestone streets as yours did the same. Yours were clacking just the same making your way to see Cedric.
They were slowing down when you see the cafe shop where cedric was sitting by a window drinking some sort of substance. You stopping completely in your tracks. Breathing heavily as you reached shakily into your tote bag when your fingertips brushed against a stack of perfume scented letters tied with a black ribbon that were addressed to him.
Merlin, The stench of the letters was so strong that it made your stomach lurch. Bringing them out of your tote to look over the dates once again. Hating that they were fairly recent. One was from a couple of days ago too.
You already knew the contents of the letters. Your heart broke again and again over the words.
When you found them at his flat, you couldnt help be curious of them because of the return address.
Once you read the first one, you had to read the rest of them. You couldnt stop with just reading one. You didn’t even register that your hands were frantically opening them. Eyes flying over words.
By the end, hot tears burned down your face. You tried wiping them away with the backs of your hands but that helped little.
Tears were smearing the ink as they landed softly. Watching the ink dance inside the droplets.
Now you had to face him. Cedric, that is.
Too many things to ask. Does he love you? The letters say otherwise but you needed to hear from his mouth. You needed to his crisp clear voice to say it. He needed the silence the thoughts that swirled inside your head. He needed to tell you something.
Gripping your tote tighter to your body and off you went with what little confidence you had. You open the door and slammed the stack of letters right in front of him.
He jumped a little bit took a sip off his cup eyeing the pile. “So, you found them? What do you want to know?”
“What do I want to know? I want to know why and who?” Pulling your clothes tight to your body.
The sky started to plop down raindrops. It seemed like it was crying for you. Letting out tears for you that you were holding in.
“Well … I’ve been messing around with an old flame of mine. You can probably take a guess of who because of the return address on them.” Setting his cup down and standing up from his spot to lean over your ear. “Cho.” Taking back the stack of letters from the table.
Gasping slightly, your best friend…Before you could say anything.
“No need to get your stuff from my place, I’ll send it over and you can throw away mine. I hardly brought anything over as it is. I can’t stand being here another moment and I don’t want to have a conversation with you right now because you’re going be hysterical. Come talk to me when you’re calm.” With that, he just left.
Left you with no closure and more questions then answers. How was he able to do that? It wasn’t fair. It was never was. It unsettled you on how a person could be so cold.
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HP Male Head Canons
Prompt by me: Coffee Shops w/ Tom, Draco, and Cedric.
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Tom Riddle
- He would take you to a retail coffee shop because he knows what’s there and the prices. He doesn’t want surprises not having the galleons to be spending like that.
- Seems like a regular plain black coffee guy with very few creams.
- Would sip it as you indulge in your sugary sweet drink.
- Probably would get some work done with you there while you enjoy watching him. It was peaceful.
- On the way out, he would surprise you with a cookie because he noticed that you have been eyeing them the whole time there.
Draco Malfoy
- He would take you a somewhere that has some high class coffee like a place the roasts their own beans.
- He would explain the differences between a macchiato or a red eye to show off a bit. He would hope that it will impress you.
- Flat white (Espresso with steamed milk) seems like up his alley.
- Hoping to avoid the topic on his family while you guys chat on stool bars looking out on pedestrians walking by.
- His stool slowly works it’s way towards you. When you guys are ready to go your shoulders are touching.
Cedric Diggory
- Takes you to a hipster or a place thats trendy. Somewhere that has mismatched furniture and that sells art on the walls.
- He would get an affogato (Vanilla ice-cream with espresso) or a hot cocoa. Depends on how’s he feeling. Asking for a sip of whatever you’re getting.
- He would definitely get you guys something to eat while there because he wants to hang out and spend time with you while playing a board game.
- Since he’s such a people person, there would be people joining your game. Lots of interaction and being social with him.
- By the end of it, you made a few friends and plan on becoming a regular there.
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