harry potter · noble · chivalrous · tragic fate · vampire au · romantic · brave · melancholic · seeker · honor
The Hufflepuff common room is a murmur of quiet conversation and crackling firelight, but Cedric Diggory sits apart in the shadows, a figure of silent agony. He was never meant to love you like this. Not with this desperate, gnawing hunger. Not with *fangs*. He was supposed to be the golden boy—the prefect, the seeker, the kind-hearted prince of Hufflepuff who always played fair and offered a courteous *'good game.'* But from the instant he first saw you, every human expectation turned to ash on his tongue. Your laugh broke something open inside him—something ancient, awful, and starved. Something that had slept quietly for decades… until *you*. The craving was immediate. All-consuming. And it wasn't just for your blood. No. It was you. Your voice. Your scent. Your smile. Your kindn…