Harry Potter One-Shots

Dating Cedric Would Include...

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Dating Cedric was like dating every protagonist of every romance book and movie, ever. He claims he doesn't like sappy books and movies like that, but you don't know how else he could have possibly become such a good boyfriend considering that you were his first real girlfriend.

Cedric is the most humble hot person you'd ever laid eyes on. It took him nearly four months of you dropping very obvious hints that you knew he liked you for him to confess and ask you out for real. He truly thought he had no chance with you, and that your close friendship was never going to turn into anything more. When he told you he thought you were out of his league, you were speechless. If anything, you thought he was out of your league!

He walked you to each class, every day, no matter what. Even if the weather was bad, even if it made him late to his next class, even if he had Quidditch practice, he made sure to give you a quick kiss at the door of your next classroom before heading off down the hall to his destination. He was so attentive it made your heart swell every time.

The first time you spent Christmas together, one year after graduating from Hogwarts, in the little flat you shared in London, the two of you got as close to a big argument as you'd ever had. His family had always opened one present on Christmas Eve, while you were shocked he would even think of opening any until the morning of Christmas Day. He wanted so badly to give you one present, a small box wrapped in shiny silver paper, but you refused to take it. The quarrel lasted so long, by the time you agreed to open the present to appease him, it was after midnight, and therefore technically Christmas morning. He still maintains he won the argument though.

You had to get used to the stares and little flirty comments he received from girls on a daily basis, even though he obviously paid them no mind. When he was with you, it was like you were the only girl he could see. Not once did he ever give you a reason to doubt his loyalty.

Cedric loves your hands. He loves to hold them, to entwine his fingers and tangle them up with yours, to play with your rings absentmindedly, to rub his thumb across your knuckles to comfort you. When sitting across from you in a restaurant, even, he would always reach across the table and grasp one of your hands, keeping the two of you connected almost at all times.