"I mean, he is rather dreamy."
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h a r r y p o t t e r
"Y/n!" I run up to her as soon as i see her walking down the steps, hugging her tight.
"Easy there, tiger. I missed you too," She chuckles, as she hugs back.
We both let go and smile at each other, not saying a word.
It stays like this for a few seconds, oh how easily you can get lost in those
(e/c) eyes.
"Harry..." She sighs, while waving her hand around my face. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing, you're just beautiful."
She really is. She's grown a bit since i last saw her. Her hair has gotten longer, and her lips got a little bit fuller, and some freckles are now painted perfectly on her cheeks.
"Oh shut up," She laughs, blushing a bit.
"Do you want to talk about.. You know.. The incident?" I ask her, i try to be careful to not cross the line, but i just want to know. I need to know.
"Father called me a blood traitor, the rest you can imagine for yourself."
She doesn't deserve this. She deserves all the happiness in the world. Why do the good people always suffer? I want to make her happy, i want to make her life better, i want to make her feel loved, i want to make her feel important, i want to make her feel special.
That's all i want to do,
And all i need to do.
"But it's alright, Harry. It's nothing new. But this time, i just decided that i would do something about it."
"Come here you two lovebirds!" Fred and George calls us to the sofa, grinning widely at the both of us.
"What now?" Y/n sighs in frustration, crossing her arms as we walk to the twins. "What's the matter, Y/n?" I ask her, i don't have a clue why she's so irtitated.
"They've been teasing me about you!"
"What?" Y/n asks the twins, unamused. I sit down, while Y/n slumps down angrily beside me.
"We know you've snogged," Fred smirks, raising his eyebrows knowingly at us.
"What if we did, Fred?" Y/n shoots up in a challenging manner.
"We knew it," They simultaneously say, fist bumping each other.
"Ginny, you owe us 3 galleons!" George shouts at Ginny, who huffs and shakes her head, before stomping away angrily.
"You made us a bet?" Y/n exclaims, furrowing her eyebrows at the twins.
"Oh yes."
"Gotta do what you gotta do."
"And we never lose!" They both say, at. the. exact. same. time.
"How do you do that?" I ask, i'm still so confused about this whole twins dynamic thing.
"Oh, loverboy finally speaks up," George teases.
I should've known.
"Oh! Which reminds me to brag about my twin power," Y/n boasts, but Fred and George scoffs at her.
"Don't bother telling us if it's only having a handshake," Fred mocks, but Y/n is still certain that her twin abilities are better than theirs.
"Me and Draco have telepathy," Y/n brags, lifting her chin up.
The twins stay silent, looking at her with wide eyes, and i do too.
Telepathy?
"Y/n, that's brilliant! That's so–"
Fred and George burst out laughing, thinking that Y/n is probably bluffing.
They laugh so loudly, Fred is in tears, and George is rolling on the floor even!
"It's true!" Y/n defends herself, crossing her arms. She turns to look at me with hopeful eyes.
"You believe me, right Harry?"
"Of course i believe you!"
"Oh, Y/n, your loverboy might believe you–"
"– But we do not!"
Fred and George says, still fully laughing at Y/n.
"I'll prove it to you, i'm going to ask Draco right now what he's going to wear to the world cup. If i get it right, you lot owe me 5 galleons," Y/n argues, Fred and George nod at her.
"If you get it wrong, you owe us 10."
"Deal. Now shut up and let me ask him."
We stay silent, as Y/n closes her eyes. She seems to be very focused right now.. It doesn't even look like she's here, mentally.
After a few seconds, she starts muttering, "A black suit... Alright, thank you, Draco."
"He's going to wear a black suit!" Y/n declares proudly, puffing her chest out.
The Weasley twins scoff, "Of course he is."
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y / n m a l f o y
"Hermione!" I squeal as i run up to my best friend, hugging her tight.
I've missed her so so so much.
"Y/n! When did you get here?" She asks as we break our embrace.
"3 days ago.."
She frowns, sensing that something is wrong. She rests her hand on my shoulder, "What happened?"
"Same old thing with father.. It's alright though, i'm used to it," I force a smile, but i'm actually on the verge of crying. Hermione notices, and hugs me once more.
"I'm sorry.. But, i'm here for you Y/n, we all are."
"I know."
Hermione tells me about her summer, and i tell her about mine. Hers is much more exciting, though.
She went on a roadtrip with her family, went muggle shopping as well. The same old fun stuff.
I tell her that me and Draco spent our time together just by.. Talking. Walking around in the yard, and flying with our broomsticks, just playing in the air.
"Y/n and Hermione! Why don't you go tell the boys that breakfast is ready?"
"Of course, Mrs. Weasley!" We say simultanously, giggling.
We walk upstaris to Ron's room. I furrow my eyebrows when i find Harry moving eratically on his bed.
"Harry!" I run to him, kneeling down beside his bed.
Harry is flustered and still panicing.
"Harry! Harry! Are you alright?"
"Y/n.. Bad dream. When did you get
here, Hermione?" He wakes up, shifting his view from me to Hermione.
"Just now. You?"
"Last night."
"Seriously Harry, are you okay? Why were you shaking like that?" I ask him, worriedly as Hermione goes over to Ron's bed.
"Wake up, wake up Ronald!"
"Bloody hell," Ron says, with a morning voice as he wakes up to Hermione's shouts.
"Honestly, get dressed. And don't go back to sleep. Come on Ron! Your mother says breakfast's ready."
Hermione stomps out of the room, i shake my head playfully and chuckle.
"Harry.. My question.."
"Oh yes, Y/n. I'm brilliant! It was nothing, just a bad dream," He tells me, smiling.
"Okay.. I'm glad to hear that."
"Look at you! All worried about me," He boops my nose, and i giggle slightly.
Ron fake gags, and runs out of the room.
We both laugh, and stare into each other's eyes for a while. His eyes move down to my lips for a second. I know exactly what he's suggesting.
I lean in slowly, going for a quick gentle kiss. He grins as i pull away, breaking the soft kiss.
"What was that for?"
"Just a little good morning greeting to you."
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h a r r y p o t t e r
"Ron, where are we actually going?"
I curiously ask, we've been walking for quite a while now, and i keep glancing at Y/n, worrying that she might be tired.
"Don't know. -Hey, Dad. Where are we going?"
"Haven't the foggiest. Keep up!"
"Arthur! It's about time, son." A man suddenly exclaims, greeting Mr. Weasley.
"Sorry, Amos. Some of us had a bit of a sleepy start," Mr. Weasley apologises, looking back at Ron , who yawns.
"This is Amos Diggory, everyone. Works with me at the Ministry."
"And this strapping young lad must be Cedric, am I right?" Mr. Weasley says when a boy drops down from a tree nearby. He looks older than us by a good two years? I feel like i've seen him around school before.
"Yes, sir," Cedric shakes Mr. Weasley's hand.
I look back to see Y/n, Hermione, and Ginny looking at each other knowingly, trying so hard to hide their smiles, but end up giggling anyways.
"Isn't he gorgeous?" Ginny gushes, whispering to the two girls.
"Very," Hermione nods, agreeing with Ginny.
Oh Y/n, please don't say it. Please just don't–
"I mean.. He is rather dreamy."
Aaaaand she says it.
Giggling about Cedric. I'm right here! Hello?
It seems that Y/n catches Cedric's attention as well. I mean, how could she not? She's pretty hard to miss.
Cedric smiles, looking at Y/n up and down.
"Y/n Malfoy?" He asks, studying her features. He looks pretty amused.
Which makes my blood boil, i feel the need to stand up for myself, but i don't want to make a scene.
What if i'm misinterpreting it? What if he's just being friendly? I'm just going to stay quiet and see where this goes.
"What? Oh– Uh.. Yeah! Hello– Hi! That's me!" Y/n stutters, a light shade of pinks creeping up on her cheeks. I scowl at her, but she doesn't even glance at me.
Can't say i'm not jealous, but also can't say i don't understand where she's coming from. I know, he is handsome. But can she just.. Stop looking at him like that? And can he just.. Also stop looking at her like that?
"Malfoy? Arthur– Arthur, what business does a Malfoy have with us?" Amos Diggory asks, his face drops. Furrowing his eyebrows at Y/n.
"This one is the odd one out in the family, Amos," Mr. Weasley defends Y/n, slinging an arm around her.
She awkwardly smiles and nods, waving her hand.
"I actually just.. Ran away from home about three days ago," She confesses, looking down at her feet.
I know she doesn't like talking about it, but if she doesn't tell him, she knows he wouldn't trust her.
"Ran away?" Cedric asks, his voice sounds worried and curious.
Y/n nods, still looking down to her feet.
"Why is that?" Amos asks.
"I just.. Can't stand my father anymore.. He– He doesn't like me in the slightest, called me a blood traitor, too."
"Oh.. I'm sorry to hear that. You are the odd one out then," Amos says to her, his voice a little more soft this time. He pats her shoulder assuringly and smiles.
"Alright then, that's all settled. Let's go."
As the group walk, Cedric finds himself walking beside Y/n, smiling at her, and of course she does the same. As i about to catch up with them..
"Merlin's beard!You must be Harry Potter," Amos Diggory comes up to me, resulting me being left behind.
"Yes, sir."
"Great, great pleasure."
"Pleasure to meet you too, sir."
y / n m a l f o y
Holy–
Wow.
Mr. Weasley is right.
He IS a strapping young lad.
He literally looks like the man of my dreams, just saying.
He looks familiar, though. I feel like i've seen him around school.
I get so lost in his gaze, i don't even realize he's talking to me.
"Y/n Malfoy?"
"What? Oh.. Uh- Hello– Hi! That's me."
Really Y/n? Really?
Cedric's father is obviously skeptical of me being with them, for various reasons. I don't blame him, to be honest.
I explain everything to him, and he seems to be understanding.
We begin walking, and i look over to see Cedric beside me. He smiles at me, and it's impolite to not smile back, right?
So i smile back at him.
"It's nice to finally properly meet you," He says, holding out his hand.
"Likewise," I shake his hand, still smiling widely.
"I've seen you around school.." He tells me, chuckling. I feel my cheeks heat up.
"Oh really? I've seen you too. You're a... Hufflepuff, aren't you?" I ask and he laughs, nodding.
"And i happen to know that you're a Gryffindor. A Malfoy in Gryffindor.."
Oh no, not this..
I sigh, breaking eye contact with him.
"Well.. That's what i'm known for," I shrug.
"Not really, no.." He says to me, and i feel my brows furrow. I look up at his magnificent face once more, crooking my head to the side a little bit.
"What do you mean by that?" I ask, and he chuckles, looking down before meeting my eyes again.
"You're quite dashing, pretty hard not to notice," He chuckles.
Oh wow.
I did not know that.
I'm dashing, huh.
I giggle, and playfully hit Cedric's arm.
"Thank you, that's very sweet of you."
"Oh, no problem. Just stating the truth. A bit of a shocker when i found out that you and Draco Malfoy were twins.."
I laugh, and he does too.
He did not just do Draco like that.
"My brother is a dashing lad too! Is he not?" I exclaim, and he carries on giggling.
"Well, his attitude says otherwise," He shrugs, looking at me with raised eyebrows.
"I can't disagree," I tell him, a huge grin painted on my face.
"Soooo... You uh– Ran away?" He asks me, clearing his throat a bit before he does.
"Um.. Yes, i guess.. I guess you could say it like that.." I nod slowly, looking down at the green grass as we walk.
"Do you mind telling me what exactly happened?"
Should i? Should i tell him?
He seems nice...
And looks nice.
He probably knows how the Malfoys are anyway.
"Well.. You're probably aware as to my family's beliefs.. They're.. Pure blood supremacists. And, i'm not! So, i guess.. The difference just kind of clashes. My mum and brother still accepts me for who i am, can't say the same for father, though."
"I'm so sorry to hear that.. I– I uh.. I can't imagine how that must be like for you. But.. I know you're a good person, a strong one too. You'll get through this," He smiles, putting his hand on my shoulder,
And eventually..
Slinging his arm around me as we walk.
Wait...
Where's Harry?
A/n:
WE ALREADY KNOW THAT CEDRIC IS FINE ASF DON'T BLAME A GIRL FOR SIMPING