Perfectly Imperfect || C. Diggory

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐍𝐢𝐧𝐞 || 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐄𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐅𝐮𝐫𝐲

A week had gone by and it was now November seventh. Exactly seventeen days until the first task of the Triwizard Tournament. How lucky and unlucky that it be held during one of my years of school.

"Y/n! I have huge news! Harry knows the first task, and he told me what it was..." Cedric explained. His voice went from loud to almost inaudible.

"Well? What's the challenge?" I asked, nervously. Cedric clenched his jaw.

"Dragons." Cedric mumbled.

"D-dragons? Dragons, Cedric?!" I asked, trying not to raise my voice too much.

"Yes." He said, his head down. I took a few deep breaths.

"Are you sure? I mean, how did Harry know?" I asked, shaking my head.

"I don't know. He didn't tell me. But he doesn't seem like the kind of guy to lie." Cedric explained.

"Yeah, you're right. Do you know anything about dragons? How to fight them?" I asked.

"Not really." Cedric replied.

"I mean we can look in the library together and see if we can find some information." I suggested.

"Yeah that would be great." Cedric smiled and took my hand. I walked down to the courtyard. There weren't that many people around, except for the odd group of friends.

"Y/n?" Cedric asked, looking down at me.

"Yes?" I replied, looking back up at him. Cedric gently put his hands on my cheeks and tilted my head up a little, just enough so that when he bent over, his lips would touch mine. As we kissed, I forgot that other people might be there and at this point, Cedric had pushed me up against a tree and had his hands on my waist, still kissing me.

"Alright, alright, enough with the PDA. We get it. Hufflepuffs," Pansy Parkinson scoffed, as she walked along with her friends. "friendships and love." She laughed at her own sarcastic remark. Pansy had never talked to me before, and I didn't mind.

She seemed like a pretty mean girl who I didn't want to associate myself with. I knew that most Slytherins had this 'pride' thing where they'd only date or be friends with other Slytherins, but I could see it in her eyes that she liked Cedric, even though he was a Hufflepuff. And it angers me to the core.

"Ignore her." Cedric said, through his teeth.

"I know." I replied. Suddenly, crowds of people began to fill the area. I assumed that class ended for a different year and I was right. The fourth years had been dismissed and were now out mingling in the courtyard.

"Oh, I'd better go. I told Steve and the others I'd meet up with them. Bye, y/n/n." Cedric said, planting a sweet kiss on my lips. God, he was good at that. He walked away and I was left alone. I began to walk around when I noticed Harry Potter alone. I made my way to the sad looking boy and sat beside him.

"How are you? You look upset." I asked.

"Yeah, well, Ron and I got in a fight. He thinks I put my name in the goblet. And I swear I didn't. I don't want glory, hell, I don't even want the attention. Just a break." Harry sighed. I looked at him apologetically. We weren't really friends, but it's never a bad thing to make another.

"I'm sorry, Harry. Have you tried talking to him?" I suggested.

"Yes, and he tells me to shut up and that I need to stop lying. I wish he'd just trust me." Harry confessed, with a sad sigh.

"Well, I trust you." I smiled, kindly.

"Thanks y/n." Harry replied. He inched closer to me and lightly pressed his lips on mine. After he'd let go I stared at him.

"Harry..."

"I- I'm so sorry. I don't know what just came over me. I-" Harry shook his head in disbelief.

"I know, its okay. Its just, you're fourteen, I'm sixteen, and well, I'm with Cedric."

"I know. I can't believe I did that. I'm truly sorry." Harry apologized.

"Its fine, really, as long as it doesn't happen again, of course." I explained, trying not to get awkward, because Merlin knows he was the most awkward kid ever.

"Yeah, absolutely. Friends?" Harry asked, sticking his hand out. I shook it, smiled and walked away. I noticed that Crabbe and Goyle were watching from a distance.

Oh no. I nervously, raced away trying to escape the shocked duo. I had hidden away in the depths of the library in hopes no one would find me and no one did, at least for now.

***

Cedric paced around the common room waiting for Jenn to bring me back down to talk. The word had gone around that I'd kissed famous Harry Potter. The fact went around like telephone, each person who heard it changed the story a ever so slightly.

Harry kissed y/n to Harry kissed y/n and she kissed him back. And then to Harry and y/n made out in the courtyard to y/n left Cedric for the Boy Who Lived, and to the extent that Harry and y/n are sleeping together.

Cedric was one of the first people to come across the news, meaning the story hadn't been warped too much at the time. He was furious, but mostly hurt. Even though Harry was much younger, shorter, and probably less mature, didn't change the fact that he, or any other guy with me would make Cedric feel jealous. Inferior.

"He told me to get you." Jenn said, pulling my arm.

"I can't go down there. I know we're going to end up making and scene and I definitely don't want that to happen. Plus, what am I even supposed to say? Harry and I did kiss." I sighed.

"Just be honest." Jenn replied. I finally stood up and shamefully walked down the stairs to my common room. As I reached the bottom of the stairwell, I made eye contact with Cedric and slowly walked towards him. I awkwardly sat on the couch and eyed the rest of the people sitting around. They all took the hint it was their time to leave and Cedric finally spoke up, breaking the tension with something worse. Anger.

"You kissed him?! I'm your boyfriend! Me! You're taken. What were you thinking?!" Cedric snapped, giving me a death stare. I could see the anger in his furrowed brows, his ruby red cheeks, and wrinkled nose, but I saw the sadness and pain in his eyes that someone else had touched me.

"First of all, he kissed me. And second, I told him no! And third-"

"Stop trying to justify yourself, y/n! Point is, you two kissed, and-"

"Cedric! He's fourteen! It was nothing." The both of us kept cutting each other off and neither of us had gotten a chance to explain ourselves fully because of this.

"His lips touched yours. It's something." Cedric grinded his teeth.

"It was nothing, I told you. He was hurt, vulnerable! He had no one to talk to. I was the only one there for him. But you have no idea. Everyone praises you, Cedric Diggory. But, Harry? Well, he's had a horrible life. The least you could do is hear me out. And try to understand." I sighed. Before Cedric could reply, I rushed off to my dormitory, buried my face into my palms and began to sob.