prospicere futurum | fred weasley | cedric diggory

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Corinne collapsed with a sigh onto the soft couch beside Cedric who shut his book, tossing it onto the coffee table before them easily and held his arm up to let her snuggle into his side.

"Long day?" He chuckled as she curled her legs beneath her and shrugged.

"April Fools Day is always a long day with the Weasley's."

"Oh, no wonder... I thought it was awfully coincidental that every bathroom on the third floor flooded today all at once." Lucas said. "Those two being born on April Fools Day proves that God has a sense of humor."

"Or a sense of hatred for mankind." Cedric muttered, pulling Corinne closer, his gaze falling to the flickering fireplace.

"How was practice?" She asked, scanning the group of boys.

"Your boyfriend's a bloody drill sergeant." Mark answered, "I think I'd like to resign."

"They're optional practices... you can resign by not showing up any time you'd like." Cedric pointed out.

"Yeah, then the rest of us might have a chance to improve without you mucking up every play." John wiggled his eyebrows playfully and dodged the couch cushion which was thrown towards his head.

"Are you staying the night then?" Cedric asked, glancing at his watch from around Corinne's shoulder.

"Hmm?" She looked up to the brunette.

"I'm sure they're throwing some annoying party up there? You didn't want to go?"

"Absolutely not." She answered, "But we've got class in the morning, I can walk back up... just thought I'd enjoy the quiet down here for a while."

"Oh, just stay the night." Lucas rolled his eyes, "Save yourself about forty thousand steps."

Corinne glanced up to Cedric who was already looking down, a smile pulling at half of his face. "Stay." He ordered.

"Alright." She nodded, finally letting herself truly relax as the boys struck up another conversation, the warmth from the fireplace enveloping nearly the entire room. "What were you working on when I came in?"

"Wasn't working." Cedric hummed back, reaching for the book he had discarded on the coffee table and passing it to her. "Lord of the Flies."

"You can keep reading." She mumbled, letting her head fall to his chest and listening to the way his heart pounded softly beneath her.

"No, something much more interesting came along."

"You can read to me." She suggested, craning her head slightly to meet his eyes.

"I'm halfway through, you'd be lost."

"I've already read it." She admitted.

"Oh, of course. What was I thinking." He chuckled, "Did you like it?"

"Eh..." She shrugged and he nodded.

"That's how I feel." He dropped it back to the table. "You tell me when you get tired and we'll go upstairs."

"I'm tired." She smiled and he laughed, stretching his arms over his head before scooping her from the couch with ease.

"We're headed up then." He nodded the boys a goodnight before starting towards the stairs.

"You both better be decent when we get up there! I'll write home to your mother, Diggory!" Lucas called after them.

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