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Cedric recieves a special letter on his birthday

At breakfast, all of his closest friends and a few others at the table greeted Cedric. Along the letters in the mail, he found some of his friends who had already graduated, his father and some distant relatives he saw every couple of years —and Harry's.

An excited heartbeat skipped on his chest.

Cedric read some of the letters right there.

His father's, Harry's...

He stopped at every word.

Ced, I hope you have a great time today.

I know that I will see you in person and I also plan to say hello, but I wanted to write to you.

I hope it's not weird or something.

I wanted you to know how much your friendship means to me and I wasn't confident in letting you know if I had to say it. I know I'm not the best friend anyone could ask for and I'm sorry. You’re important to me. I don't know if you know how amazing you are, and I don't mean all those things I've heard people talk about you. Yes, most of them are true, but I'm talking about the sides I know I've been lucky enough to know, all the things you told me about yourself and every secret you've confided in me.

It has been a privilege to bump into you that day. Thanks.

Or should I thank my own clumsiness for it?

Adore you, Harry.

Merlin.

He was falling so hard for this boy.

And Cedric could still feel that… he hadn't even hit bottom.

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Harry's signature >

Ao3: Always Yours

Today marks one year since I've published the first chapter of my fic in my first lenguage.

I'm working on celebrating the "little things" in life, specially those that bring me joy.

One year writing almost with constancy, at times obsessively and still miraculously managing to handle all my other responsibilities.

I've been through so many changes since that first chapter... It's funny how I am no longer the same person, same as my characters. I've grown up so much it's hard to believe.

I've always struggled to feel proud of myself for anything, so like, happy one year to me 💛

Don't you even feel embarassed for celebrating anything in your life, not even if it's something sensed "small".

Me, a conflict-avoided and a writer: You mean I have to add CONFLICT???? Is it not enough to make them traumatized and softly and domestically taking care of each other?????

hedric aesthetic

Moments in my hedric fic I can picture so perfectly

Part 2

They sit together at the Quidditch World Cup and Harry accidentally places a hand over Cedric’s out of excitement when their team is winning

If seeing Harry wearing a badge that says “SUPPORT CEDRIC DIGGORY” isn’t enough to melt Cedric’s heart, then noticing that it turns into “THE HUFFLEPUFF OF YOUR HEART” definitely is

Harry falling asleep on Cedric’s shoulder in the library while they’re studying for the second task

I could spoil my whole fic this way. Girl get a hold on yourself please

And the last one hadn’t even been posted yet

Link on Ao3: Always Yours

i still remember

when you stained

my new trousers

by mistake

and now it is fading

and i wish i could

turn back time.

you stained

my soul

and body

and that is not fading.

Cedric hugs Harry in Hogsmeade

AO3: “The boy in my dreams” (Chapter 12)

Cedric's fit on his shoulder was delicate and firm. Harry was aware that this must be awkward, but he felt more at ease than he thought he should be. The tears had stopped the instant he leaned against him and stayed that way for what seemed like a long time. He wasn't sure how weird it was for Cedric. No emotion could be sensed on his behalf, other than his soft breathing. Harry figured Cedric wouldn't show signs of anything besides courtesy and kindness.

When Harry reluctantly pulled away to face him in embarrassment, Cedric did everything in his power to make the moment pass as if it hadn't been a big deal. The relief he experienced at this was indescribable. That ability Cedric had to make him feel comfortable must be the reason why he was so popular.

Why someone, anyone would want to spend time with him.

Harry was in no rush to leave that space in the middle of the forest.

As if they had the whole afternoon ahead of them, Cedric settled with his legs spread out under the dim sun that filtered through the branches of the trees. "It's nice to see you somewhere other than on a gurney, hurt."

The thought that he wasn't the only one enjoying being there made Harry relax against the ground. Every one of the sensations he had experienced during the minutes he had been in Cedric's arms, with his head on his shoulder, remained etched on his body. It was as if the touch hadn't ended, because he could still feel that pressure and warmth all over.

As if he was under a spell.

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I love this chapter so much it was hard to just pick one scene

Twilight meadow-and-forest vibes are there or is it that it never really left my head?

better than drugs

Cedric visits Harry after the Gryffindor-Hufflepuff match

Non-canon but don’t we all agree he’d totally do it? Like that part just didn’t make it into the third book.

Ao3: “The boy in my dreams” (Chapter 5)

A dim light led him to where he had seen Harry a few hours ago, with a curtain that was now providing him some privacy.

"Harry?" he called out. His voice echoed throughout the room, even when he intended it to be a whisper. "Are you here?"

Cedric peeked behind the curtain, finding Harry scowling with one eye open. His head on the pillow turned to look at him, and he seemed confused. And exhausted. The circles under their eyes shone like the shadows that surrounded them.

"Sorry I woke you," he apologised so quickly he felt foolish. Because it was clear that Harry had been asleep. As much as it was clear that he needed to rest. “I didn't think you'd be sleeping.”

That brought a smile to Harry's face.

"What did you think I'd be doing?" He sat down and, after putting on his glasses, he looked at the time on the clock that was next to the bed and the only light on. “It's half past one in the morning.”

Harry sounded so amused it was strange.

Oddly enough, Cedric hadn't even stopped to think that Harry might have been sleeping. Or how late it was. Or that he shouldn't be wandering around the school at those hours. It was not allowed, and yet he had not hesitated to do so. Not even considered it.

So strange that none of it mattered.

He was just happy to see him.