Too Shy To Tell You (Cedric Diggory x Reader)

What's the Plan Captain?

Adrenaline was surging through your veins, your nerve endings buzzing with excitement. In just a little over an hour, you would be playing the first game of the Quidditch Season and you were determined to destroy the Gryffindor team. Marcus had healed, generally well, still having to balance on his broom with delicacy, though he went out of his way to keep his distance from you, an action to which you held no protest towards.

You sat idly at the Slytherin table, removed from the chatter of the Great Hall, picking at the crust of your toast, absentmindedly. Next to you, Terence nudged you in the ribs, causing you to turn and look at him, slightly dazed. He sighed as he waved his hand in front of your face, impatiently. You shook your head, clearing your thoughts. "Mh-hmm?"

"Are you going to tell us what's going on up there," he asked, tapping your forehead. "What's the plan, Captain?" You looked a Terence thoughtfully, contemplating an answer as you sifted through all of the different plays you had coursing through your mind.

"Win," you stated simply. Terence peered at you in confusion as Adrian smirked in amusement. You sighed in exasperation, shaking your head. "The plan... is to win..."

Terence rolled his eyes as you turned back to your breakfast, which you had barely touched, having lost your appetite. You had let yourself slip back into deep thought, thinking of ways to take down the Gryffindor team, when a sudden and unexpected amount of weight crashed into your shoulders. You grimaced and shifted in your seat. Behind you, Matt had collided with your back, tackling you in a hug, making you smirk.

"Can I help you?" You asked as he released you from his grip. You turned looking him up and down. Both he and Draco were wrapped tightly in their robes, with green and silver scarves bundled around their necks, starting at you.

"We just wanted to wish you luck," he stated bluntly, as Draco silently nodded in agreement. You looked at your team and then back at the two boys, expectantly. "Oh! Right! Well, good luck, (Y/N). Not that you'll need it. Don't let us down," Matt exclaimed.

"You'd best make sure we win, (Y/N). We bet Weasley 2 Galleons that Slytherin would win and we don't want to be wrong," Draco commented. You snickered confidently, glancing across the table at Adrian, one of your fellow Chasers. He grinned as you both exchanged knowing looks as if to ask; how stupid are these kids?

Before you could respond, the bell rang, summoning the teams down to the pitch. You leapt out of your seat, Higgs and Pucey close behind you, as you brushed past your brother. This was the moment you had all been waiting for.

You raced down to the filed, barely able to contain your excitement. This was going to be one of the biggest games of the season. It was a make or break moment. The boys filed into the locker room, already changed and ready to play. You bit your lip anxiously as you paced back and forth, their eyes following your every move. Your team remained silent for quite a while before Terence finally spoke up, "(Y/N), would you slow down? We need to think. Now is not the time to get ahead of ourselves. It's just Wood," he reasoned.

He was right. Now was not the time to lose your head. You couldn't let your nerves get to you. You paused, turning to face them, staring at the team in front of you. Your team.

"Alright, huddle up," you demanded, as they moved to form a tight circle. You exhaled, trying to calm yourself. "Okay, here's the plan... Gryffindor is good, we know that, but we also know that we're better. We have a pretty good chance of winning, it is arguably inevitable, given our last three seasons. However, Wood let it slip that they have a secret weapon. As of last night, we hadn't been able to figure out what exactly that was, but after hours spent thinking about it, I am willing to bet you 1000 Galleons that their secret weapon is a new seeker. Now, I don't know who the Hell that could be but they'd have to be pretty damn good if Wood actually thinks they have a chance at beating us," you stated, surveying all of the boys faces. They all seemed to agree, nodding in conformation. "We've practiced for hours on end and we've run through almost every scenario I have been able to think of. We're more than prepared. Remember our defense training, I don't want to see a single one of their Quaffles make it through those hoops," you demanded, addressing your Keeper, Miles Bletchley. You turned, focusing all of your attention onto Terence, "Now listen up, Higgs. If we're going to win, you have to catch that snitch first! As for the rest of you, don't make any stupid mistakes! Am I clear?!"

"Yes, Captain," they chimed in unison as they added their hands to the center of the huddle in anticipation. You smiled, ever since you had deposited Flint in the infirmary, you had received more respect than you had gotten in the last 3 years. It was funny how that worked. You placed your hand into the circle, counting to three.

"SHOW NO MERCY," the team roared, just as the whistle blew and the boys began to file out of the locker room. You gripped your broom, ready to play, but before you could mount, a folded piece of parchment, tangled itself in the back of your (H/C) ponytail. You grabbed the small piece of paper, unfolding it quickly, immediately recognizing the handwriting.

It's been a while since we've seen each other, I thought maybe I'd have to get another detention just to make up for it. Good luck today, beautiful! Look for me, I'll be cheering you on—inconspicuously, of course. I miss you! Meet me tonight. You know where. 11:30, or in your case, Midnight... — C.

You smiled down at the note, feeling your stomach contorting into summersaults. You shook your head. No! Not now! Focus (Y/N)! Focus!!

You shoved the piece of parchment into the pocket of your robes, making sure it wouldn't tumble out. You couldn't wait to see Cedric, but for now, he was the last thing you could afford to think about. It was time to put your plan into action. It was time to play Quidditch.