Harry Potter Imagines

Hogwarts express C.D

 (Cedric is like Draco in this story and he's a death eater too)

"Hogwarts" Cedric scoffs, a sneering look on his face as he fiddles absentmindedly with his fingers on the table in front of you "What a pathetic excuse for a school. I think I'd pitch myself off the Astronomy Tower if I thought I had to continue for another two years."

You frown from where you're leaning your head on his shoulder, your senses consumed by Cedric. All you can smell is his expensive cologne and the honey of his shampoo, the smooth material of his shirt brushing your cheek as you stare across at Jay and Lexie. They look equally as confused as you do. Cedric hadn't been the same since his father had passed, all thanks to Draco Malfoy,  Cedric had said.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Jay questions.

"Let's just say, I don't think you'll see me wasting my time with Charms class next year" Cedric mutters bitterly.

Lexie snickers lightly and Cedric's eyes snap to her in an instant-- venomous and daring. It's the kind of cold look that anybody would dread getting from a Diggory.

"Amused, Lexie?" Cedric sneers "We'll see just who's laughing in the end."

You miss the tiny metallic clanging noise from above your heads, and so do Lexie and Jay from where they'd sending you questioning looks, as if you should know why your boyfriend's suddenly acting like the four of you haven't spent the past six years exchanging all your secrets and hanging out at any free moment you may have.

Cedric knows who's there. Your ex-boyfriend. His enemy. Cedric Diggory. He pisses Cedric off even more with the way he always stares at you. It gives Cedric an idea.

Cedric's gaze flickers down from the storage racks above your heads and back down at you when you finally lift your head from his shoulder. You reach for his hands that are on the table and pull them underneath innocently. You give his hand a squeeze and keep your fingers intertwined on his lap, watching as his shoulders relaxed slightly beside you.

The rest of the train journey is less tense. Cedric doesn't suggest anything else as solemnly as he had been, and you all talk about your summers. Well, you, Lexie, and Jay do-- everybody knows Cedric definitely did not spend his summer eating the finest food in France like he usually did.

As you're listening to Lexie talk about her mother's latest fiancé, you feel Cedric's hand snake from your hand and drift to your leg. It's bare beneath your school skirt, the British September weather not yet cold enough for a pair of tights. You know he's glad that you decided to get changed early. You shiver at his icy fingertips on your thigh, pursing your lips together when he gives it a rather rough squeeze.

He glides his hand up and down, leaving goosebumps in his wake as he tries to remain as casual as possible, keeping a hard look on his face whilst he stares at Lexie. You're also trying to appear neutral, cursing your boyfriend for having such a thing for getting off in public. One day you were going to get caught, and that was the day you would also be disowned by your family.

He keeps you in suspense for the last hour of the train journey. At that point, the dark yellow panties that you're wearing are absolutely soaked, sticking to your pussy and even dampening the top of your thighs. His hand hadn't left your leg once, trailing close to where you desired him the most, where your clit throbbed and pulsated, and then back down closer to your knee to give you a breather.

Cedric Diggory was a fucking tease and he would be the death of you-- that was for sure.

Finally, when the train pulled up at the station, everybody starting to climb off of the compartment, but Cedric remained sat where he was, also blocking you in from your window seat. As Lexie and Jay grab their bags and start to head off, they look back at you both in confusion, wondering why you're not leaving.