Howtomakelovestay - Lover

Meeting at the Quidditch World Cup

Part 2

Cho offered to paint their faces with the colors of Ireland just as she had done to hers. Harry didn't hesitate to nod and stood still as she brushed his face and held his chin for stability.

"All yours," Harry instructed as he rose from the seat, freeing it.

Cedric wasn't convinced, but he sat down.

The paint didn't seem like one of those that irritated his skin.

"You're adorable," Cho told Cedric with a big smile when she finished. A little shy all of a sudden, she added, "Both of you are.”

"Would you have painted me even if I supported Bulgaria?"

Cho laughed at Harry's indiscreet question.

"Yes, but it wouldn't have been my best work."

Harry's gaze fell on Cedric's face, studying it carefully as he recognized, “It does look really nice.”

The rosy hue, however, was not part of the Irish flag.

***

Along with Cho, they made it back to the Weasleys' tent just in time for all of them to head out into the woods towards the stadium. Ginny and Luna had the team colors painted on their cheeks. Harry entered just for a moment to grab the items he had bought for tonight.

He came out wearing all that, as if he were a walking flag.

Cedric covered his smile. He looked so adorable —and funny.

“Want one?” Harry handed him a green shamrock rosette. "I think I'm a little loaded."

"Sure," he said, stifling a laugh.

He took the brooch and clipped it to his coat.

In the same place where Harry had his, identical.

I'm not sure what is more frustrating about AO3 being down all day: not being able to read a fic or not being able to post a new chapter? :(

I totally see Cedric kind of flirting

Pairing: Cedric x Harry

Ao3: “The boy in my dreams” (Chapter 2)

If only it could have been improvised, rather spontaneous instead of planned… but there was no other way he could pull it off. When Cedric ran across Harry in the corridor, he wished him good luck for the next day's Quidditch match in a very casual comment, as intended. Cedric felt quite nervous about playing against Harry and really wanted to be friendly. He had been waiting for an opportunity to talk to him again and refused to let their second meeting be on the field, on opposing teams.

It suddenly occurred to him that perhaps that could be easily misunderstood. He could only blame himself, since that was all he had been able to think of in advance, and now he was afraid he had sounded ironic or like he wanted to pick up some sort of fight.

People didn't go around just wishing luck to their opponents.

But Cedric really meant it.

Perhaps Harry could tell because he got closer with a smile.

“Thanks,” he said, walking next to Cedric. “Are you going to be there?”

Cedric wanted to stop, not knowing where he was taking him. The reality was that he had been wandering around aimlessly, no way expecting Harry to start a conversation. Cedric nodded in response, turning down the hallway to the left.

Maybe he did have a direction after all.

"Supporting your house, of course," Harry continued. His voice sounded warm, cheerful, not seeming at all nervous about the match or for talking to the opposing team.

"I will always support my house," Cedric replied confidently, and couldn't help but add, "But between us, I'd rather support Gryffindor than Slytherin."

That didn't come as a surprise to him. Okay, it was almost common knowledge. Most students from other houses would choose Gryffindor under those conditions.

"What if it's Ravenclaw?"

Harry was grinning. Why did Cedric realise that every time? He frowned a little, considering it. Sure, in that case he would be watching Harry play, but he had always been supportive of Ravenclaw.

"I have friends in Ravenclaw," he admitted, kind of embarrassed for not telling him that he would support his team. “So it's a clear conflict of interest.”

The answer must have caught him off guard, because Harry opened his eyes and looked away. Was it his imagination or had that somehow sounded… suggestive? It hadn't been his intention. Cedric didn't used to act like that and definitely did not usually think of backing a team for a boy either, but deep down he knew he would root for Harry from now on —even if he kept it a secret. What harm could one more secret do, especially when his green eyes haunted his dreams? The least he could do was follow him into his games.

Just thought I'd leave this here lol.

-Average novel: anywhere from 60k to 100k words, over that is usually seen as too long

-Your always yours fics: 258k words and counting. The boy in my dreams alone is 61k.

Fun facts:

1) I inicially thought it would be a short story. I was so wrong. I can't for the hell of it write short stories, I don't know why. Except if it's poetry. I am such a sucker for anything romantic ✨

2) Like I know it seems like a super slowburn BUT it's so long that we get so much and I love it. I kinda miss writing The Boy In My Dreams, even when The Boy I Love feels so sweet too in a different and still wholesome way.

3) I wanted them to be a couple for at the very least the same amount of chapters they weren't together. I always wish for more relationship content. (And even funnier, they decided when it was about time, not me lol Harry and Cedric's love is so strong it goes againt outline.)

4) It's not over yet! I am not sure how many chapters are left, but just knowing it's not that far is both exciting and sad. It has been such a ride and there is so much more to happen.

Thanks for the message! I wonder how many words will it be, but at the same time I have more plans for them lol

I adopted my very first own kitten

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Meeting at the Quidditch World Cup

Part 1

His father embarrassed Cedric when the topic of conversation he started upon meeting Harry was about the match they had played against each other, and he completely put aside Cedric's part where he established how their victory wasn't fair. He insisted that the best man had won, and words that once might have made Cedric feel validated now pained his expression.

"I'm sorry, my father…”

"He's proud of you," Harry said, not looking upset at all. “So you're gonna tell your grandkids about that match?”

“If I end up having those.”

"I imagine it as: children, Grandpa should tell you that once... a long time ago, when you weren't born... I beat Harry Potter in the most unfair way possible... and nobody let me correct it."

Cedric burst out laughing.

“Sounds pretty close to how it would be.”

"I would be honored if you tell your grandchildren about me."

“I'm sure most people will.”

Harry shrugged as if replying yeah, but still.

"If I had to tell them about a match, I'd prefer it to be a better one," Cedric admitted, somewhat intimidated because he suddenly thought that he would say: your grandfather was not only a friend of Harry Potter, but he had a little crush on him! Unrequited, of course. And there was the fact that he couldn't imagine a woman with whom he had children in the first place. “This year we’ll play on opposing teams again.”

"It will be difficult to play against you."

It didn't sound like the reason was his incredible flying skills.

"Would you let me win again?" Cedric teased sweetly.

"Only if you catch me if I fall again."

The subtle pressure on his chest was because he definitely would.

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I totally love rewriting the canon moments <3

Ao3: Always Yours

the rowling hag killed off cedric because she knew harry’s character would take a life of his own and try to date him in the next book

Reality is why I write romance.

Writing romance when your romantic life is a complete mess? Yeah.

Well, I least I loved and lost.

I guess it’s better than have never loved.

Or when I wrote romance and had literally no experience.

I love Cedric Diggory. Not only because he’s georgeous (insert Taylor Swift song) but he is also in some way a version of a popular boy, but make it good. He’s nice and a Hufflepuff. What is there not to love? Good boys didn’t use to catch most eyes in fiction. I remember the bad-boy era.