Me, A Conflict-avoided And A Writer: You Mean I Have To Add CONFLICT???? Is It Not Enough To Make Them

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Harry helps Cedric to get the itchy paint off his face

at the Quidditch World Cup

Part 3

Harry, however, remained standing by his side.

“Do you need help?”

"Yes, please," he admitted, both embarrassed and worried that his face would be red from rubbing so much. And that was only half. “I can't take it off.”

"Did you suddenly have a change of heart?" Harry asked humorously, taking a piece of paper and dunking it slightly under the water.

That made Cedric laugh.

"Although the presentation of Bulgaria was interesting, no," he answered, stopping for a moment from trying to wash his right cheek to look at him. “What about you?”

"Always with Ireland, but Krum..."

“He’s really good.”

Harry nodded as he brought the cold paper to his other cheek.

Cedric stopped himself from taking a step back in surprise.

How had he thought Harry would help?

"This is kind of stuck to your face," he said with a frown and apologized for rubbing too hard. Cedric smiled, making the pressure build up. “It seems that it’s starting to fade.”

"My face will be red."

"More like orange," Harry pointed out. “Better than green.”

Cedric had seen his blond Slytherin classmate in the stands earlier. Draco.

He must have told Harry something, surely...

"You would make a good professional seeker," he commented, erasing the small frown from Harry’s expression. “Would you like to be one? Is that how you imagine your future?”

"No," Harry muttered immediately. “I don't imagine it like that.”

“Then how?”

"I guess I can't picture it at all."

They were silent for a few seconds.

Harry tossed the paper into the trash can and prepared another.

"Sounded a bit depressing, sorry," he admitted, starting to clean Cedric up again. Cedric was slightly leaning towards Harry. “Professional seeker sounds pretty good to me. And you?”

“I’ve never considered a future in Quidditch.”

It wasn't a secret or a confession.

“I could tell. You're good, but it doesn't seem like your style. The Ministry, perhaps? Like your father.”

"Maybe," he replied, thinking that this would hardly be his style. “Maybe some department… where I can make a difference. But I don’t think so. I think I would like something more related to medicine, helping people. Work in a wizarding or muggle health foundation. I don't know.”

The only person with whom he had shared this was Malcolm's mother, due to her work and evident knowledge in the muggle area. Harry's expression was one of complete interest and no trace of judgment, which relieved Cedric because he was afraid someone would think it was a bad idea.

Especially someone whose opinion he would appreciate.

"That sounds more like you."

The way Harry looked at him as he said that...

Their eyes focused on each other, his hand over Cedric’s face.

So close, and the warmth that invaded Cedric everywhere.

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I needed to post one of my favorite fragments (I have a lot of them, I know ha)

Why I am such a sucker for scenes that take place in a bathroom?

and in my head

there is only you

and i don't get why.

i don't know if i want to

run away or

sink deeper in it.

if i want to

get out

or in.

if i am afraid

of winning

or losing.

i still remember the weight

of your small hand

on my thigh

and the way

you held me

even on a crowd

as if we were alone.

that's how we felt:

like there was no one else

because there wasn't.

with you i felt

so much taller,

stronger,

prettier

and luckier.

i guess i knew

i would run out

of luck someday.

Harry and Cedric's first kiss

He couldn't tell who hugged whom first. 

Standing in front of the fireplace, they melted into each other in a way he hadn't known possible. That unfamiliar feeling carved a path inside Cedric that he knew he would take frequently from now on. A mixture of peace and storm at the same time, one of those that devastates you in its path and nothing is the same ever again. 

The order did not matter, because after that prior conversation so…

Intimate and not at all reassuring, it was all Cedric wanted to do.

Unable to move away, he held on tightly and closed his eyes, letting himself be carried away by the lightness that filled him when feeling Harry's hands behind his back, encircling Cedric with his head in the crook of his neck. It seemed acceptable to say goodbye like that: the limits of their friendship had expanded, as if they had leveled up. 

Acceptable for one minute. 

The side game where Cedric had his heart in his mouth and so many trapped emotions was another matter.

Two and he stopped counting.

The pounding in his chest was all he could make out as Harry stepped back a few inches. With his face so close to his and his big green eyes watching him with an intensity he could only think must match his own, he heard him murmur his name. 

“ Cedric. ”

Like a whisper.

A warning.

And maybe it was because all summer he had Harry in his head.

Because he couldn't escape that bubbly feeling all night.

Because he would have sworn that Harry Potter was about to kiss him, Cedric leaned in an instant, breaking the short distance between them. Harry’s lips were so soft against his, warm and the pressure of his hand on the fabric of his shirt, as if Harry was holding on to him… 

Cedric had never felt like this in his entire life.

Trembling, alert and lost at the same time.

Each movement ignited a sensation that grew more compelling. That was the way Cedric would have ever imagined his first kiss. The need that came with each one caught him off guard and it might as well have been ten minutes or ten seconds before Harry pulled away for air. 

Then they looked at each other. 

What had they just done?

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I'm honestly committed to find and post my favorite moments <3

Ao3: Always Yours

you never offered

a place for me

to stay

but i did anyway.

uninhabitable

and yet i tried.

i didn't make it,

you'll see.

even in the desert,

you need water.

i wonder if you still miss me

beause i do

but i am too much

of a coward

to find out

since i know

there is no point

sometimes

love has

no point

and that's fine

it does not need to

i miss you

and that's fine too

just the way it's supposed to

i loved you

somehow

in some way

I still do

i don't regret a single thing

besides the usual

not saying

how much you meant

to me

for the thousand time

i wanted endless

words

and we left it

at goodbye

That deep desire to write when you can’t it’s killing me

Planning or daydreaming can only scratch that need to a certain point

And I’m not that much inspired to get it out easily

It’s more like “wow how much I wish I could spend all the afternoon cracking my head up until I find the right words”

Cedric: how is it that there are rumors about Harry and me being together?

Also Cedric: *spends a lot of time with Harry, they shared breakfast at the Hufflepuff table, both arrive later to dinner, constantly hangs out between classes*

Harry: well, it might be because we are

Literally anyone: THE CUTEST COUPLE, may I add

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