Too Shy To Tell You (Cedric Diggory x Reader)

Until Next Year

               You sat in the Great Hall, staring up at emerald green Slytherin banners that hung from the enchanted ceiling. You smiled. Slytherin had had won the house cup. Again. Your housemates beamed as you watched the Gryffindors wallow in despair. You snickered silently. Oliver glared at you from across the room, which you returned with an innocent shrug. The chatter among the students increased with each passing second. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity of waiting, Dumbledore stood for his speech. The entire room fell quiet. You were ready to win.
               "Another year gone. What a year it has been. Hopefully your heads are all a little fuller than they were...but you have the whole summer to get them nice and empty before next year starts." You smiled. That was more likely to happen than not. "Now as I understand it, the House Cup here needs awarding and the points stand thus: In fourth place, Gryffindor, with 312 points; in third, Hufflepuff, with 352. Ravenclaw has 426 and Slytherin, 472 points."
               The Slytherin table erupted into cheers. Your grin spread even wider than you had thought possible. Your friends were hugging and patting each other on the back. Matt hugged you from behind as ecstatic screams were emitted from your house. Dumbledore silenced the crowd, once again. Everyone sat back down, listening.
               "Yes. Well done Slytherin. Well done Slytherin. However..." He paused as your heart hammered in your chest. What was going on? The faces of your fellow house members fell. He wasn't going to do what you thought, right? "...recent events must be taken into consideration. I have a few last minute points to award. First, to Mr. Ronald Weasley, for the best-played game of chess Hogwarts has seen in many years, I award Gryffindor 50 points." The room stayed silent, before the Gryffindors erupted into a fit of applause. The Slytherins scowled. This couldn't be happening.
               "Second, to Miss Hermione Granger, for the cool use of intellect in the face of fire, I award Gryffindor 50 points." Your rival house, once again shouted their praise. You own house, booed in opposition. Dumbledore hushed the crowd, before continuing. "Third, to Mr. Harry Potter for pure nerves and outstanding courage, I award Gryffindor House 60 points." You couldn't believe your ears.
               The noise that escaped the two houses was deafening. The Slytherins shouted things that probably shouldn't be repeated while the Gryffindors basked in their newest victory. You were tied for the House Cup. This wasn't happening. Slytherin deserved to win. This was your year. You cursed under your breath. Slytherin had to win. They had to. You had to. You sent a glare in Oliver's direction, who was smiling smugly. Dumbledore raised his hand, and the room grew silent, once more.
               "There are all kinds of courage. It takes a great deal of bravery to stand up to your enemies, but just as much to stand up to your friends. I therefore award 10 points to Mr. Neville Longbottom. Which means we need a little change in decoration." With one swift motion, the elegant silver and green banners were replaced by bold gold and scarlet flags. Gryffindor had one the house cup. Your anger boiled. You couldn't believe you were experiencing this. The Slytherins cursed and yelled. Many of them threw down their hats in displeasure. Some even cried. You just stood there. A maniacal glare painted over you features. Your temper skyrocketed.
               Oliver glanced in your direction, just as the magnificent feast appeared on the long wooden tables. He shot you a smug smile, mouthing you a sentence that made your blood boil. "I told you we'd win, (Y/N). I told you." Your eyes flashed red and Oliver shrunk away ever so slightly. This wasn't the end of this. Not even close. Just you wait, Wood. Just you wait. Next year, you will feel my wrath. And all hell will rain down. Slytherin will crush you into the ground. You and your pathetic little Gryffindor team. You'll see. Until next year, Wood. Until next year.