Harry Potter Characters X Reader

(4) Cedric X Reader

There is something pleasantly sweet about Cedric Diggory's smile.

It's gentle and unassuming; a perfect display of pearly-white teeth framed by soft, kissable lips. Sometimes, it reaches his eyes and gives off a warm radiance that you could bask in for an eternity. Sometimes, it tickles the corners of his lips in a subtle display of sincerity. But it always, always, has an effect on you that you can't exactly describe.

You're not sure if it's because you're drunk on adrenaline from the Quidditch World Cup or you're just being sentimental, but you feel as though you've drowned a cauldron of amortentia and the potion bubbles frantically inside your stomach whenever Cedric so much as glances your way.

Your eyes can't help but drift over to him like you're a compass and he's true north. At the moment, he's laughing and chatting animatedly with the rest of your friends, but there are secret moments shared between the two of you where your gazes clash and linger with a sense of longing. You can't help but wonder if it will always be like this; stealing glances at each other from across the room but neither of you taking the first step.

You hope that one day, you'll be brave enough to break the pattern.

You decide to try and distract yourself by trying to soak up the moment. Most of the Weasley clan bar Mr. Weasley are gathered around a large fire and joined by Fred and George's friend, Lee Jordan. The host, Cedric, sits between Bill Weasley and Harry, who looks a little tense around the shoulders. You're about to get up and join them but your brother, Luke, playfully jabs you with his elbow and nods in the direction of your gaze.

"Like something you see over there?" His voice is teasing and condescending and the knowing smirk that goes with it jolts the itch on the inside of your wrist to life. You resist the temptation to scratch it, instead choosing to narrow your eyes on your brother.

"No. I was simply...observing the campfire."

"Were you now?"

"Yes."

Luke shakes his head, amused by your obvious attempt at a lie, "You're lying."

The irritation begs to be scratch, practically pleading for you to peel the skin back and plunge your nails into the flesh.

"No I'm not."

Luke sighs in mock disappointment, "You truly are a terrible liar. I thought I taught you better..."

You work your jaw, "Might I remind you that you crashed our party because all of your friends are drunk and high, and you didn't want to spend the night alone?"

Luke shrugs, his grin lopsided, "What can I say? They're all lightweights...amateurs. And don't change the subject."

He wags a finger at you in the same way a scolding parent might, and you bat it away with a sigh. You roll your eyes at him and throw your arms up in surrender. Luke pumps a fist into the air and grins triumphantly.

"Why are you serpents always so perceptive?" You grumble, scowling at your brother.

"It's a curse," he chortles and shrugs, "Besides, that's what future lawyers like me do; we perceive things and stick our noses where they don't belong."

You give a very loud snort, "That's presuming you're actually smarter than you look."

Luke clutches his chest in mock offence, "That's a low blow, even for you."

You shrug through nonchalance, though you can feel Cedric's eyes on you again and you have to fight every single cell in your mortal body not to look or you might as well turn into a pillar of salt.