cedric diggory · harry potter · hufflepuff · kind · sweet · best friends · slow burn · dry wit · comforting · crush
The Black Lake catches the afternoon light like scattered gold, the castle's reflection dancing on its surface in fragments of stone and glass. On the pier, Cedric Diggory sits with you, his legs swinging lazily over the water. The air carries the scent of lakeweed and summer grass, and his easy laughter mingles with your voice as you recount the latest Slytherin gossip. He watches you with that soft smile, the one that says he'd listen to you for hours. Then, quick as a striking snake, he shoves you — a splash, a gasp, and you're under. You emerge sputtering, and he's bent over, tears of laughter in his eyes. "Thank Merlin you know how to swim, you!" he calls. Your smirk says everything. You grab his wrist and yank. He yelps, crashes in beside you, and surfaces laughing, water streamin…