The Yule Ball - A Cedric Diggory Imagine
A/N: I’ve been drowning in Cedric feels lately and I figure if I’m going down, I’m taking y’all with me!
Cedric chatted with his friends as they all awaited their dates in the crowded corridor. Because so many students were going with people from other houses or schools, the main corridor had become the unofficial meeting place.
“You sure she’s coming, Ced? Not standing you up, is she?” one joked as his date appeared beside him.
“Ha ha, very funny,” Cedric replied dryly. “She’s worth the wait.”
“Of course she is,” the other answered with a reassuring pat to Ced’s shoulder. “We’ll see you in there, yeah?”
Cedric nodded as his friends and their dates headed into the Great Hall eager for a night of dancing and cheer.
Before long, most of the corridor had emptied out. Cedric fidgeted nervously with his sleeves as he waited for you to join him. You weren’t ditching him, were you? You and Cedric had been together for what seemed like years, but suddenly he became worried that you had grown tired of him.
“Sorry I’m late!” your familiar voice shocked him far from his negative thoughts. You were running down the hallway, your hair flowing behind you, your shoes in hand. “One of the fourth years got stood up by her date and I was comforting her.”
You came to a halt beside him, your breath frantic as you tried to force it to return to normal.
“That’s alright,” he assured kissing your temple. “She okay?”
You shrugged, “She will be. Help me into my shoes?”
Cedric laughed and allowed you to use him as support as you clumsily shoved your feet into your heels.
Standing up, you patted your hair down, fully aware that your preparation had probably gone out the window as a result of your last minute sprint.
“You look beautiful,” Cedric stated. “You always do.”
You blushed, in awe of the charming boy you were lucky enough to call your own.
“Mister Diggory, Miss (Y/N), there you are!” Professor Sprout huffed, her excitement evident. “Are you ready for the first dance?”
“First dance?” you asked, your brows wrinkling in confusion.
“The champions and their dates participate in the first dance before the ball officially begins,” she clarified.
You looked at Cedric, anxiety written all over your face.
“We’ll be right there, Professor,” Cedric answered.
“You have 3 minutes!” Professor Sprout reminded as she headed back to where the other champions waited.
“I’m so sorry, love. It completely slipped my mind. I just had so much going on and -” Cedric rambled, torn up over his mistake.
“It’s okay, Ced,” you promised. You could tell Cedric felt horrible and you didn’t want to add to his guilt by berating him. “I just need a minute.”
He nodded, his eyes searching yours frantically.
You took a few deep breaths, trying to forget that all eyes would be on you in just a few short minutes.
“Hey,” he murmured, his hands gently running up and down your arms. “Eyes on me, yeah?”
A soft smile formed on your lips, “Yeah.”
Cedric’s lips met yours briefly before he led you to the entryway of the Great Hall.
Before you could even process what was happening, you were led to the center of the room, music drifting through the hall.
Cedric held your waste firmly, his eyes never leaving yours as he twirled you around, his moves precise, yours following him easily.
“You’re doing so well, my darling,” he cooed into your ear during a string of moves that brought you close to his chest.
Your nerves, while still bubbling just under your skin, were mostly forgotten as you gazed in to Cedric’s warm honey eyes. HIs eyes twinkled with happiness, a bright smile lighting up his face.
When the dance ended, you finally remembered everyone watching you as the sound of applause hit your ears.
“You did it!” Cedric cheered, kissing your cheek as other couple’s filled the holes on the dance floor.
“I had a good partner, didn’t I?”
“Come on, let’s get something to drink,” he suggested.
The night continued to be one to be remembered as you danced and laughed with your friends and the boy you loved. Dance after dance you were reminded just how in love you were with Cedric. Maybe it was the way he always seemed to have a hand on you - holding yours, around your shoulder, gently resting on the small of your back, or maybe it was the way his voice reminded you of melted caramel - soft and warm, or maybe it was the way he made you feel like the most beautiful girl in the world - like no one else mattered to him. Whatever the reason, you were certainly glad your paths had crossed all those years ago.
“Want to get out of here?” Cedric whispered into your ear a little after 10.
“What a line,” you laughed, though you took his hand and followed him out of the ballroom.
Cedric led you through the castle, stopping every so often to avoid a teacher or your fellow students.
Eventually, he stopped the two of you in front of the tapestry of Barnabas the Barmy.
“Room of Requirement, hmm? What are you up to, Mr. Diggory?” you teased, knowing full well what Cedric was thinking about.
“You’ve never been very good with surprises,” he chuckled as he walked past the tapestry three times, a door appearing following his third pass.
“Shall we?” he asked, eyebrows waggling, an arm held out to you.
“We shall,” you grinned, looping your arm through his.
Walking through the door, you were met with a cozy looking room. A bed sat in the middle, a blue comforter inviting you in. The bed was larger than any bed you’d ever seen and took up the majority of the room. It was the perfect size for cuddling…or other activities. A dresser stood beside it, a bathroom in the corner complete with a shower and bath.
“Not bad, Diggory,” you giggled, running a hand along the soft covers.
“Homely, isn’t it?” he asked.
You nodded in agreement as you slipped out of your shoes. “You’re wearing far too many clothes,” you accused.
Cedric let out a hearty laugh, “Get your pretty mind out of the gutter, darling.” Though, he removed his coat and quickly moved onto his tie.
“I don’t see you complaining,” you countered. “Help me?”
Cedric moved behind you, finding your zipper with ease, and quickly releasing you from your gown. As you wiggled out of it, he peppered your neck and shoulders with chaste kisses.
Turning around to face him, you pulled him close by his collar, unbuttoning his shirt as your lips found his. He shook his shirt off, lips never leaving yours.
Cedric’s hands made their way to your thighs as he lifted you up, your legs wrapping around his waist. Playfully, he tossed you onto the bed.
Before he joined you, he discarded his pants, leaving him in his boxers, you in your bra and underwear.
You whimpered as he hovered over you, attacking your collar bone with light kisses and bites. A hand snaked around to your back and he swiftly unclasped your bra.
His mouth trailed across your chest, taking his time to focus on each nipple and then the valley between.
You whined as his fingers danced around your clothed core, running up and down, teasing you.
“Ced,” you pleaded.
He kissed your lips in acknowledgment before sliding your underwear down and tossing them to the floor.
He wasted little time, running a finger through your folds twice before he eased it into you, your slickness coating it. Soft huffs left your lips as he pumped in and out, warming you up. Before you knew it, he had added a second finger and his tongue had made its way to your clit.
“Fuck,” you breathed.
“Language,” Cedric muttered jokingly against your core.
“I’m close,” you warned.
“Go on, then, sweetheart.”
His encouragement pushed you over the edge, your climax washing over you like a waterfall. Your back arched off the bed and your breath left you in a hurry.
After lapping up your mess, Cedric pushed himself up and kissed your lips sloppily.
“I love how red your cheeks get,” he pressed kisses to both cheeks.
“Can you be adorable later, please?” you groaned impatiently. “I love you, but I need you in me right now.”
Cedric laughed again while quickly removing his boxers.
He stroked his length a few times before lining up at your entrance.
He looked at you questioningly. You nodded. He pushed in, grunting at the feeling of your warmth around his cock.
“Alright?” he asked, gritting his teeth once he bottomed out.
You nodded again, too full to get any words out.
Pulling out, he thrusted back in with all his strength. Both of you let out moans at the sensation of his thick shaft filling your wet heat.
“I won’t last long,” Cedric admitted, his jaw locked, his lips pressing tender kisses to your forehead every so often.
His breathing grew heavy as he continued pounding into you. Both of you working up a sweat as you clung to one another.
“(Y/N),” he growled, his orgasm on the brink of coursing through him.
“Please,” you begged.
That was all it took for him to spill his seed into you with a heavy grunt.
The feeling of his cock pulsing inside you sent you over the edge once more, your breath hitching as your nails dug into his back.
Cedric pulled out and laid down beside of you. Both of you shaking slightly as you came down from your highs.
“Shit,” he mumbled as one last aftershock ran through him.
“Language,” you teased.
He pulled you into his arms and kissed your forehead.
“I love you.”
You looked up at him, a hazy smile on your lips, “I love you too. But, I need a shower now.”
You stood up and made your way to the shower. Glancing over your shoulder you smirked, “You coming?”
After the two of you were clean and dry, you flopped onto the bed, Cedric watching you adoringly.
“Come here, you,” he chuckled as you scooted over to rest against his chest.
He tucked you close to him, his steady heartbeat lulling you to sleep.
“Goodnight, my love,” he whispered, pressing one last kiss to your forehead.
Cedric fell asleep that night dreaming of his future after Hogwarts. A future that he hoped would include you. A future that you’d later learn would end far too soon.