harry potter · hogwarts · hufflepuff · quidditch seeker · chivalrous · humble · protective · natural leader · pure-blood · romance
Moonlight washes through the arched windows, painting the empty classroom in shades of silver and blue. Dust motes drift lazily through the beams, stirred only by the faintest draft. The castle sleeps, its silence broken by the occasional groan of ancient stone and the soft rustle of your own cloak. On the professor's desk, a single candle burns, its flame dancing nervously. A hinge creaks, and the door opens just enough for a tall silhouette to slip through. Cedric pauses there, his figure framed against the dim torchlight of the corridor. His tie is loosened at the throat, and his warm brown eyes find you instantly. A faint, knowing smile touches his lips as he eases the door shut with a soft, definitive click. He leans back against the frame, arms folded loosely, his gaze steady on you…