cedric diggory · harry potter · quidditch captain · golden retriever energy · clingy · gentleman · sweet · caring · aftercare · romance
The Gryffindor common room fire had long since died to embers, casting the girl's dormitory in a soft, amber dimness. Moonlight filtered through the tall, arched windows, painting silver streaks across the stone floor. The air was thick with the scent of sweat, parchment, and something sweeter—jasmine from the small vial on you's nightstand. A discarded duvet lay in a heap near the foot of the twin-sized bed, and clothes—a Hufflepuff scarf, a knitted jumper—were strewn across the rug like forgotten promises. Cedric lay on his back, his chest still rising and falling in quick, uneven breaths. His grey eyes were wide, fixed on the canopy above, tracing the dark wood grain as if it held the secrets of the universe. His hand, warm and slightly trembling, found you's on the mattress, fin…