Multifandom Oneshots + Imagines

C e d r i c

Summary: You find out that Cedric talks about you in his sleep.

A/n: For the sake of the plot the reader is non-Hufflepuff and we're going to pretend that Fred and George are in the same year as you and Cedric. I don't know of any characters that are in the same year as Cedric and I wanted Y/n to have friends that readers know sooooo yeah. I don't even know wtf this is but enjoy!

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A quiet study session in the library. What could happen?

Well, nothing. Absolutely nothing. 

You'd think.

But somehow something happened. I slammed my Charms textbook shut when I decided that pretending not to notice the finger poking my cheek every few seconds was pointless.

"Will you stop it?" I swatted the hand away from my face.

"Not until you stop ignoring me." Came the voice of the oh-so persistent George Weasley.

I turned around completely to face the boy, annoyed look still souring my face. "Yes?"

"I just so happen to know something that I thought you'd like to know." He propped an elbow on the table, jerking his head slightly so that locks of ginger hair flung out of his face.

I stared at George for a moment, thinking that his pausing was merely for effect. When he did not answer, I raised an eyebrow, saying, "Well?"

"Oh, I'm not telling you."

I clicked my tongue, sighing. A tiny part of me already expected there to be a catch. "What do I have to do?"

"You know me too well." He grinned. "Actually there isn't a catch this time, I just wanted you to see for yourself."

I raised my eyebrows at him, watching him turn to head out before gathering my books, shoving them into my bag, and following him. George didn't even bother to look back to see if I was following him- he always knows when he has someone's attention.

I trod behind him, not sure where he's going, until I notice the wooden door with the Hufflepuff symbol on it. 

"The Hufflepuff common room? Why-"

"Shh. Butterscotch." George told the person in the painting. They gave a suspicious look at the boy, but swung forward to allow him in nonetheless. 

I had never been in the Hufflepuff common room, and I had to say, it was quite nice. Aside from the expected yellow and black decorations, the room had a small bookshelf filled with what I soon recognized as extra textbooks, a chalkboard with various messages in different handwriting- probably different students writing notes to those who pass by- and the smell of baked goods coming from the kitchen nearby. It had a very lived-in feeling, though still organized and clean.

On the other side of the room, I noticed a familiar peach-colored head of hair jerk up. It was Fred, and he was standing next to what I believed to be one of the dormitory doors. I discarded my book bag onto a cushy chair.

"Alright, what's going on?" I placed my hands and hips, facing the twins.

"Ah, right on time." Fred grinned, swinging the door of the dormitory open to reveal a tunnel that curved so that I couldn't see what was at the end of it from where I was standing. He beckoned towards the stairs dramatically.

My head reeled back at what was being suggested. "I can't go up there. The dorms are spelled to keep out anyone who isn't supposed to be there."

"Ah, but that's the thing."