Willow || Cedric Diggory

Promise Me

It was one beautiful evening, on the 23rd of October. Cedric was contently hanging out with his best mates at one corner of the common room, relieved that for once, he was not swarmed by a group of Beauxbaton girls that were persisting on asking him out. And of course, his peace have to be disturbed by a certain fourth-year Hufflepuff, barging into the common room.

Ernie Macmillan, the well-known avid rumour miller, quickly gained the attention of the entire common room. He then shot his blinding smile before shouting, "The Tournament's name submission will be held next week!"

Let's just say, everyone was hyped up. Well... Everyone, except Cedric.

"Oh my Gods, I hear it's the old requirement of age right? So that means I can enter my name?" his fellow sizth-year asked.

"Girl... No you're not. You're gonna get unalived as soon as you enter the task." The girl's friend, Nelson, commented while fixing his hair.

"So, you're going to enter it?" Anthony asked Malcolm.

"Hmm... Nah, I'd rather watch, thank you." Malcolm did not bat an eye before returning to his magazine. There won't be any need to further elaborate what kind of magazine that his mate was reading.

"Er..." Anthony made a face, "What about you?" 

"What?" 

"Don't you want to get into this tournament?" Anthony leaned closer, "I'm pretty sure that you'll be the chosen one."

"The chosen one, as if." Cedric doubted himself. Would he really be that good enough? Even when it comes to duelling, his boyfriend exceeded him. 

"But that's right though." Malcolm slammed his magazine shut before pointing that towards his face. "You will-"

"No, no, get that out of my face. I don't want your reading material being waved around my face." Cedric shooed the magazine away. Damn Malcolm and his likings to muggle tabloids. Why would he keen on following other people's life?

"Fine-" The chaser hissed, "But seriously, think about it?"

"What about? Once again, I don't want to borrow your m-"

"Not about it, dummy." Malcolm hit him on the head, causing him to protest rather loudly.

"Think about if you join the tournament. Being the prefect, the Hufflepuff's quidditch captain, the seeker, and possibly, the school champion? Your boyfriend would be fawning all over you."

For a second, the image of Rey fawning all over him, passed over his head. Rey hugging him tightly before calling Cedric 'his champion' really does sound nice. But as he repeated the scenario all over again, he quickly find it rather... useless. He won't really need to do that to sway his boyfriend. They both have been swaying over each other, very much often. Him over Rey's adorable behaviour, and Rey over his ... whichever trait he had.

"He would tell me that I don't need to do this to prove that I'm a great boyfriend. So I think I'm gonna pass."

"But don't you hear the prize money?" Anthony's eyes glistened mischievously, "1000 Galleon?"

Cedric throat went dry. 1000 Galleon was definitely quite something. The last time that he got ahold of significant amount of money was last summer, when he finally cracked up his piggy bank, so that he could have a nice summer with his boyfriend. Even with the brief sacrifice of his piggy bank -he used 'reparo' on it, of course-, Cedric was nowhere near the amount of that prize money. 

Cedric have spent his saving for their anniversary gift and various trips and foods, that involved a lot of ice cream and chocolates -don't tell anyone-. If he win, he could definitely use that prize money for their next summer break. A trip to Paris would be lovely, don't you think?