Gloomy, downright dreadful weather was upon Hogwarts Castle that afternoon. Not much to anyone's surprise, the springs usually brought this sort of mood across the campus, the perfect weather to stay in, enjoy some quiet. Of course, quiet is hard to find when half of the party in question is a Champion in the ever elusive Triwizard Tournament, fresh off his win in the Second Task nearly a month prior.
"Cedric..." (Y/N) groaned, glancing up to his grey eyes. They had been eating lunch together, a rare moment of late. "Those girls are staring again..."
"Who?" Cedric turned around, only to find a group of Ravenclaw first years, half of them blushing like ripe tomatoes. "Oh, don't mind them, love. They're just jealous."
"Jealous? Surely you don't think that," (Y/N) laughed, allowing herself to take a bite of her sandwich. "They're enchanted by you, Cedric. Of course, not that I blame them, but—"
"Maybe not jealous," Cedric laughed, placing his hand atop of (Y/N)'s. "They like the idea of me, (Y/N), you know that."
"I know," (Y/N) said, sighing at his touch. "I don't think any of them would've fancied an unconscious dip in the Black Lake, would they?"
"No," Cedric smirked, "I doubt they would've. But you handled that like a champ, I might add."
"We were never in any real danger," (Y/N) said thoughtfully. "Though, I did appreciate the cute little kisses you gave me when we were drying off. So worried, so needy, so unlike you, Cedric."
"Unlike me?" Cedric playfully scoffed. "It's unlike me to care that my girlfriend was alive and breathing before my very eyes?"
"Oh you're so dramatic," (Y/N) laughed, removing her hand from under Cedric's, placing it on his cheek. "Always the poet."
"Poet or not," Cedric said, leaning into her touch. He grabbed her hand, pressing a soft kiss to her fingertips. "Don't take my moment of weakness lightly, (Y/N)," he kissed her hand again. "You're my only weakness."
"Ew," (Y/N) laughed, pushing his hand away. "Alright you sap," she rose from the table, "come on, we have Herbology to get to. You can continue to write your poetry about me later."
"I don't write poetry about you," Cedric laughed, following (Y/N) closely, his fingers finding hers with ease. "Would you like it if I did?"
"If you felt so inclined," (Y/N) said, pressing a kiss to his cheek, giggling lightly. "I wouldn't mind hearing an actual stab at it, no."
"Consider it done, love."
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The rain, while relentless, was soothing to hear showering against the roof of the greenhouses. The lullaby of nature nearly put (Y/N) right to sleep, hardly paying attention to Professor Sprout's lecture on knotgrass and the various properties it may posses. If it weren't for Cedric's insistent poking to her forehead, she had a nasty habit of nodding off, it would've surely resulted in House points being deducted.
"Always the perfect Prefect, aren't you, Ced?" (Y/N) said, holding back a yawn, pushing her textbooks into her knapsack. "Making sure other students don't catch a kip during lecture?"
"Not always," Cedric said, smiling. "But when that student happens to be sitting next to me," he grabbed (Y/N)'s bag, slinging it over his shoulder as if it were nothing, "and when that student really should get her marks up in said class—"
"My marks aren't nearly as bad as they were last year!" (Y/N) said, poking his chest, resulting in a burbling laugh from Cedric. "Besides, I'm in the N.E.W.Ts level class, surely that counts for something, right?"
