A/N: Wow long time no write, I think. I know I haven’t been writing a lot but I just don’t find the feeling. Also I’m working on requests as much as I can but everything I wrote sucks so I keep rewriting all of this. Hope you like this part, not sure if I’m gonna make a third one.
PAIRING: Cedric Diggory x reader x George Weasley
WARNING: A bit of a panic attack but I really don’t think this is a warning.
After you have finally realized you were on the hard ground, you have also came to the conclusion that travelling by a portkey is not as exciting as you thought it would be. You were lying on top of George, one of your hand still holding his while th other placed on his chest. Looking up at him, you saw his usual smirk plastered on his lips. “Love.” he spoke softly, looking down at you with his melting brown eyes.
“Horhe.” you replied and stood up, pulling him up with you.
“George.” he chuckled and looked down on your holding hands.
“George.” you corrected yourself and at the moment it felt like a small spark lit between you two, where his touch sudenly sent tingles to your body and his eyes never leaving yours.
Cedric pulled up Harry, looking around to see if you were okay but only saw you with George, holding his hand and seeing some kind of glow he hasn’t seen on you before with another person, only with himself. No, that glow belonged to him.
He stormed towards you and George and pushed himself right in the middle, showing his back to George and looking up to your eyes. “Are you okay?” he asked, putting his hand on your cheek and brushing his thumb against a small scratch you got from the fall.
“Fine.” you giggled and moved away his hand. “I had a soft landing.” you added before walking back, next to George.
Cedric furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. What the hell? “(y/n)!” he shouted from behind and started running after you. “ I’ve been just-”
“Well kids! Welcome to the Quidditch World Cup.” said mr. Weasley, interrupting Cedric and setting his eyes on the crowd.
Cedric closed his mouth as a frown took over, seeing you around the arms of a Weasley. There it was againg. The glow. What was it all about and why did it make his blood boil all of a sudden?
You looked up at George, who was amazed just like you. He offered you a hand, which you gladly took, and lead you to their tent.
“George!” you giggled and pulled him back.
“Yes darling.” he answered and took a step closer.
“I’ve got my own tent to get to.”
He leaned forward, your noses touching as his hand travelled up your arm. “You sure you don’t want to come?” he asked, his eyes watching yours as yours were stuck on his lip bite.
Fred and Cedric angrly looked at the two of you flirting with eachother and both were thinking the exact same thing. Fred couldn’t believe George was falling for you, leaving his own twin brother behind. While Cedric didn’t even think, he stormed towards the two of you, grabbing your hand and looking up to George.
“Sorry Weasley, but she’s staying with me.” he groweled and pulled you away from George and to your tent.
“Excuse me Diggory but what put your wand in a knot!” you joked and walked after him, but he did not smile nor stop. “Cedric?” you added in a more serious tone.
‘Flirting with a Weasley my arse. George Weasley and (y/n)(y/l/n). Yeah right!’
“Cedric.” you said lauder as his grip got tighter. “CEDRIC!” You snapped and pulled him back.
“WHAT!?” he shouted right before he forcefully pulled you in the tent.
You took a step back, looking at his angry grey eyes, scaring the hell out of you at the moment. You didn’t know this side of Cedric, the angry one.
Except it wasn’t the angry side you were seeing. It was the jealous side. He saw your frightning eyes, your lip trembling a bit and your hand holding your his, trying to remove his grip from your wrist. “Oh my god, (y/n). I am so sorry.”
“Sorry? You’re sorry?” you scoffed and finally pulled your arm away from him after you felt him let go. “What was that!?”
“I-I…I don’t know.” he mumbled quietly, avoiding your gaze.
“You don’t know. I get the overprotectivness Cedric, but you had no right to drag me like this. It hurt!” you yelled at him and stormed out of the tent.
Cedric took a deep sigh and plopped himself on the couch. He ran his hand through his hair and looked around the room only to see his father staring at him with a bagel in his hand. “You know son, your mother was just as feisty. You remind me of her so much.”
“Oh, thanks dad. You think of me as a feisty young lad.” he chuckled and let his dad sit down next to him.
“No, but I do know how she reacted everytime she saw me talking to another girl. Now I’ve seen you and (y/n) grow up together as best friends. It wouldn’t be normal if this friendship wouldn’t turn into something more.”
“More?” asked Cedric cofusely. “I don’t like her like that. We’re best friends. Always have been and always will be. It’s just another one of our fights.”
Amos took a deep breath in. He got up from a couch, a bagel still in his hand, and turned to Cedric. “Are you sure?”
“Yes.” mumbled Cedric feeling some weird heat appear in his stomach as he spoke that Word.
You and Cedric were best friends since forever and whenever you spoke to another guy he felt normal. He did not mind you talking to another guys. But this one was different. This one gave you the glow. Your eyes sparkling as you talked, your smile brighter as you laughed and your skin glowing as he touched. But he also gave you that. Sometimes when the two of you talked deep in the night, your eyes sparkeled. When the two of you were being stupid, your laughter made it extra funny or when you overslept in his arms after watching a movie or doing some extra reading.
No. You were his glow, not George’s.
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Cedric couldn’t sleep. It kept being cold or hot, too much pillows or the sleeping position was uncomfortable. He turned his head towards your bed but it was empty. Completly empty.
“(y/n)?” he said outloud as he swung his legs over the bed and got up.
Where were you? Did you even come back?
“(y/n)?” he repeated a bit louder walking into another room. He kept walking around, his eyes desperatly seeking you.”Damn it how big is this tent?”he asked himself and kept running his hand through his hair, looking around in the main room.
What if you went back to George and decided to spent the night with him? “No.” he mumbled and kept pacing around the room with his hand tangled in his hair.
He didn’t know why he was panicking so much but he just couldn’t calm down. His anger started emerging on the surface and he clenched his fists, preparing himself to hit something, throw something, ripp something…
No. You were his glow. He can’t lose his glow. No, not his glow, please not his glow. He can’t lose you. Once the glow is taken away it can’t come back. His heart kept racing faster and faster and he felt the walls closing in. The air he breathed seemed to suffocate him. What was happening to him right now? Was he having a panic attack?
It all suddenly stopped when he saw a small ball of sheets curled up on the couch. His heart slowed down a bit as he walked closer and noticing a familiar (y/h/c) hair coming out from the ball of sheets.
He felt his heart slow down completly, almost thinking it stopped since it was beating way too fast few minutes ago. He knelt down to you, moving the hair away from your face and showing off your sleeping face.
“(y/n)?” he asked softly and brushed his hand against your cheek-
You frowned a bit letting out a smal ‘hm’ before nuzzling in the sheets and ignoring the quiet chuckle coming from his mouth.
“(y/n).” he repeated quietly.
Lazily opening your eyes and seeing a blury picture in front of you, you knew excatly who it was, kneeling in front of you.”Ced?” you mumbled quietly before your eyelids fell back down.
“ I’m sorry, okay? I’m really sorry for snapping at you like that earlier today. I shouldn’t have done that.I was angry and stupind and reckless and -and -and.. I’m just really sorry. ”he appologised but only got a small ‘hm’ in return. “You are really important to me (y/n) and I care too much for you for you. Way too much because I can’t seem to sleep and I kept panick-”
“Ced.” you interrupted him quietly, slowly opening your eyelids again and putting your index finger on his lips. “ Shh.” you shushed him and later grabbed his hand gently. “If I let you sleep here will you shut up. I am really trying to sleep here.”
A big smile stretched across his face and his eyes sprakeled as you pulled his hand and put it on the sheets around your waist. He slipped under the covers and wrapped his arms around you.
He nuzzled his head in the crook of your neck and breathed in your infamous parfume. “My glow.” he smiled and pulled you closer in his embrace. “Mine.”
