Too Shy To Tell You (Cedric Diggory x Reader)

What's The Plan, Captain?

Adrenaline was surging through you. Your nerve endings were buzzing with excitement. In just a few minutes you'd be playing the first quidditch game of the season. And you were determined to crush the Gryffindor team. Marcus had healed fine, but had since kept his distance from you. You didn't protest. It was relieving to have him out of your hair.
You sat at the Slytherin table, picking at the crust on your toast. Next to you, Terence Higgs nudged you in the ribs. You turned to face him, slightly dazed. He sighed as he waved a hand in front of your face. You shook your head, clearing your thoughts. "Hmm?"
"What's the plan was, Captain?" You looked at Terence, contemplating an answer. You sifted through all the different plays you had running through your head, as you surveyed the Gryffindor table. You rubbed your temples, thinking. What was the plan?
"Win," you stated simply. Terence peered at you, obviously confused. You released your own sigh as you shook your head. "The plan. The plan is to win."
Terence rolled his eyes as you turned back to your breakfast, which you'd barely touched. You were once again lost in thought, thinking of ways to take down the Gryffindor team, when an unexpected amount of weight crashed into your shoulders. You grimaced and shifted in your seat. Behind you, Matt had collided into your back. Tackling you in a hug. "Can I help you?" You asked as you looked him up and down. He smirked.
"We wanted to wish you luck," he stated bluntly, releasing you from his grip. You moved to face him. Matt and Draco stood behind the bench staring at you. You looked at them expectantly. "Oh! Right! Well, good luck. You'd best win." You glanced across the table at your fellow chaser Adrian Pucey. You both exchanged a glance, as if to say, How stupid are these kids? Before you could respond, the bell rang, signaling the game was beginning soon. You leapt out of your seat, pushing past your brother. This was the moment you had been waiting for.
You raced down to the field. You could barely contain your excitement. This was going to be the biggest game of the season. The boys filed into the locker room, already changed and ready to play. You paced back and forth, the boy's eyes following your every move. Finally, Terence spoke up. "(Y/N) would you slow down. We need to think. Let's not get ahead of ourselves." You looked up, and nodded. He was right. Now wasn't the time to lose your head.
You sat down and started at the team across from you. Your team. It was time to focus. "Okay. Here's the plan. Gryffindor is good, but we're better. We have a pretty high chance of winning but Wood let it slip that they have a secret weapon. So far we haven't been able to figure out what it is. But I was up all night thinking, and I'm going to bet you more than anything that their secret weapon, is a new seeker. Now I don't know who it is but they'd have to be really good, if Gryffindor actually thinks they have a chance of winning." You surveyed the boys faces. They all seemed to agree. "We've practiced and we're all prepeared. Miles remember our defense training. Don't let a single Quaffle through any one of those hoops. Now," You turned to Adrian, looking him straight in the eye. "If we're going to win, you have to catch that snitch first. Is everyone clear!?"
              "Yes Captain!" They chimed in unison. Ever since you'd broken Flint's shin, you'd gotten more respect. Funny how that works.
               The whistle blew and the team began to file out. You gripped your broom, ready to play. But before you could mount, a wad of parchment hit the back of your (H/C) ponytail.
               When the boys had all turned away, you stooped down and grabbed the paper. You unfolded the note and immediately recognized the writing. It's been a while since we've gotten to see each other. Maybe we'll have to get another detention to make up for it. Good luck today! Look for me! I'll be cheering for you! Inconspicuously of course. I miss you. Meet me tonight. You know where. 11:30. Or in your case, midnight.
               You smiled at the note. You could feel your stomach doing summersaults again. No. Not now. Focus. Focus (Y/N)! Focus. You shoved the paper into your pocket, making sure it wouldn't fall out. You couldn't wait to see Cedric but for now, it was time to put your plan into action. It was time to play Quidditch.