Harry Potter Imagines

fluff- c.d.

Cold. (Y/N) had never felt a cold like this, like ice coating her skin wherever the air touched her. To be fair, it was all in likely possible that ice was coating her skin, as she was wading neck-deep in the Black Lake near the end of the winter months, her vision blurred with water.

"You're safe here, I got you," a voice said, pulling her into his side.

When had she been thrown in the Black Lake? Why was she struggling to keep herself afloat? And why—why was Cedric holding onto her so tightly?

—

The walk to Herbology was always a loathsome one. (Y/N) always pressed her luck with her class schedule—Potions being directly before Herbology—leaving only a few short minutes to venture from the dungeons to the greenhouses without being late—a feat she endured every week. Of course, walking in with a Prefect may lessen the chances that Sprout'll go off at her, hopefully.

"Cedric," (Y/N) groaned, her shoulders slouching forward. "I don't wanna go to Herbology..."

"Oh come on," Cedric laughed, patting (Y/N)'s back as they ascended the steps. "We've got a few minutes of nothing before fifty minutes of something, enjoy the moment."

"Yeah," (Y/N) mumbled, fiddling with the textbooks in her arms. "Nothing, just the way I like it."

"Exactly," Cedric laughed, effortlessly scooping the books out of (Y/N)'s arms, holding them as if they were nothing. "Enjoy it."

"Only," (Y/N) pointed a finger towards Cedric, "only if you promise me that you'll make more funny faces today. I have a feeling todays lecture is going to be so bleak and boring—Godric, Ced, I might just pass on if you don't do it," (Y/N) sighed dramatically, falling into Cedric's side. The boy laughed, pushing (Y/N)'s figure up.

"Alright," Cedric said, adjusting the books, "I promise."

He had been making those faces in Herbology since first year. Neither of them can remember why Cedric began to make those faces, but the memory of (Y/N) nearly toppling to the floor in laughter is etched into their minds forever. The detention the two of them served after was memorable enough, too. Cedric from then on made it a habit to make the faces—if only one or two, not wanting to push his luck with detention again—in each Herbology class that they shared, knowing how much she looked forward to it. Her smiles could rival the sun and stars, but Cedric wouldn't ever dare tell her that.

"Good," (Y/N) hummed, a spring in her step.

Cedric and (Y/N) continued to walk along the halls, enjoying nothing together. It was hard to ignore the staring, however. Girls from every year gawked at Cedric as he bounded through the halls—this was nothing new, Cedric was traditionally handsome— but being a Triwizard Champion now was just the icing on the cake. That, and the added pressure of a dance—one in which Cedric Diggory would need a date for—all compiled to the whispers and giggles that surrounded his every moment.

"Do you ever get tired of it?" (Y/N) asked, leaning closer into Cedric.

"What? The stares?" Cedric asked, glancing around. A group of Hufflepuff first years quickly turned away at the eye contact with the Champion. "They're all interested in who I'm taking to the Yule Ball," he shrugged, "at least, from what I've gathered."

"Of course they are," (Y/N) laughed, "they all want you to take them, that's why they're so interested," she elbowed Cedric in the side, "you have to know that much, right?"

"I don't know what makes that so interesting to begin with," Cedric said, stepping out onto the dirt path to the greenhouses. "Obviously I need to ask someone, seeing as I'm a Triwizard Champion—"