"Hello, love," Cedric says as he walks through the door. I kiss his cheek and he brings me into his arms. "Your entrance portrait gave me a hard time. I thought I wouldn't get in".
"I think that the man in the portrait fancies me. Maybe that's why," I tease, pulling him to the couch.
"I have to go. I need to burn a painting," he chuckles, pretending to jump up. His smiles softens and his eyes drift down to my lips. "If I lean in, will you let me kiss you?" I nod my head in response and watch as his intense look turns up into a smirk as he kisses me. I gasp when I feel his hand run up from my knee to my upper thigh. He looks down at me and kisses my nose before breaking away.
"Why'd you stop?" I ask, sitting up. He turns his head to look at my disappointed face and breaks out into a laugh.
"Cause I wouldn't be able to control myself if I carried on," he answers, patting my knee with his large hand.
"Cedric?" now it it's my turn to smile.
"Yes, m'lady?"
"You know you have a good face for makeup," I point out, running my finger over his cheek bone.
"Absolutely not, Y/N," he exclaims bluntly.
"I haven't even asked you anything yet!" I yelp, straddling his tall frame. His hands rest on my waist before loosening around my butt.
"I know you too well and the answer is no, babes," he insists.
"Please, Ceddy?" I push, kissing all over his face until he gives in.
"You're fucking lucky I love you so much. Go get your face bludgers". I squeal with glee and hop off of his lap, running to get my makeup. When I return he pats his lap for me to sit and leans back.
"I'm gonna start with some foundation. I took my friend's because you're similar to her complexion," I explain and he rolls his eyes.
"I don't really need the tutorial, darling".
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"Don't come near me with that shit!" he groans, knocking the mascara out of my hand.
"Good grief, I'm not gonna put that much on. Maybe two coats?" I say and try to use the mascara wand on him again.
"No way!" he repeats for the fifth time. I crawl off his lap and start setting his face with powder.
"You know, you don't have to do this whole routine for me. I think you're beautiful without makeup," he mutters, glancing up at me from his natural lashes.
"I know I don't need to wear it. I also don't need to wipe my ass but it is a preference of mine," I joke and he makes a grossed-out face.
"Cedric?" someone says from behind us. We both turn and Harry and Ron come into the room.
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"Well don't you look lovely," Ron comments with a goofy smile. Cedric stumbles to his feet, his face tomato-red.
"I-she wanted to do it. I didn't ask for it- she wanted to so I- Just to be clear, I don't wear makeup," he stutters and we all make fun of his reaction as we head to the Great Hall.
