(Yandere) Various Harry Potter x Reader

Good Men Get Good Things

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"I write about her thighs in my latest lines."

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Y/N, I'll speak directly to their parents. This will never happen again. Don't hesitate to inform me of anything like this. I'm here for you, always. We can talk in person later on. It's offensive and disgraceful to our joint family name that they'd commit such heinous acts against you. As for my parents, I don't need you to worry about them. Focus on school the best you can, please. I hope this letter finds you in good health, although given unfortunate circumstances. Just know I love you, babydoll.

- Monsieur Nuit

Y/N was reading through the letter she had received in the morning, humming thoughtfully as she bites down on a piece of toast. For some reason, this was the one letter Berkshire didn't steal. Lucky Y/N.

"What's that?" Cedric hums thoughtfully in reply, letting his head rest on her shoulder almost instantaneously.

Y/N looks at him from the corner of her eyes, "Just... a letter."

"From your father," Cedric muses, "Why are you so secretive?"

"... I'm not... it's just... you don't need to read it," Y/N folded the letter quickly, huffing at his question.

Cedric chuckles deeply, Y/N can feel the vibration due to his closeness, "You're so cute, you know? All huffy and pouty. So pretty..."

Cedric had been nearly impossible to get away from, Y/N had found out. Especially after...

"You know, the wizards of our beginnings would use you as their muse. Fucking... Godric Gryffindor would be as obsessed with you as everyone else is. You're like... literally so gorgeus," Cedric continues, lightly nipping at her neck.

Y/N tilts her neck away quickly, "Cedric. Private, not public."

Cedric glares. Hardcore glares. He's pissed.

"The fuck do you mean, Y/N?" Cedric practically growls.

"I talked with Wyn... about us. He says privacy is the best way to go about this type of relationship."

"Didn't I tell you to stop talking to people that I don't trust."

"Um... no. You didn't."

"Then I just did."

"But it's Wyn. You don't trust him?"

"I don't trust Wendell Anderson around you. Don't you get it? He's too close to you to not want more from you. He wants what I have. I'm not willing to fucking share what I have."

Y/N hadn't heard Cedric cuss so fluently before, so it was a minor shock to her before she nodded her head, "Yeah... but he's just Wyn."

"Just Wyn, my arse. Please, Y/N... I won't force you away from him... but I won't be happy if you linger too closely to each other. I'm the only male you need in your life. Maybe that's why I'm so insecure about a letter from your father. Because he's not your protector anymore, I am. Be dependent on me, Y/N. Please?" Cedric desperately begs in a whisper, hot breath against her ear.