Pretty boy Diggory. Every person at Hogwarts lusted after him. He was an enigma. He had half the school contemplating dropping to their knees just at the sight of him. Everyone was in complete and total awe of him.
Cedric was aware of his beauty; he never denied it, but he never flaunted it either. He carried himself with confidence, not with arrogance. Even still, he knew that he could have whomever he wanted at the snap of his fingers. Whoever he wanted, except one.
Oliver Wood was also a gorgeous man, but his looks were often overshadowed by his passion for Quidditch. It was too much for most people; they found it annoying, overbearing. Cedric Diggory was not most people. Sure, Quidditch didn’t get his blood rushing in quite the same way as it did Oliver, but he found Oliver’s minor obsession with the sport to be endearing. Unfortunately for him, he was not the only one.
Marcus Flint, the insolent, pureblooded, Slytherin chaser with the crooked teeth and rumored troll heritage, certainly seemed to love it. Cedric detested him. Who could blame him? He had the one thing that Cedric wanted that he couldn’t have: Oliver. Darling, beautiful, Oliver.
Cedric was everything that Marcus was not. Cedric was beautiful; Marcus was ugly. Cedric was kind and patient; Marcus was hotheaded and aggressive. Cedric was loved by most everyone, but Marcus received far more hatred than admiration. Cedric clearly was more deserving of Oliver’s love than Marcus. It wasn’t right that Marcus had him; it wasn’t fair. That much was obvious to everyone; everyone except Oliver.
Cedric didn’t hide his affections. He made them known, the same as his admirers did for him. Even deep down inside, Marcus knew that Cedric would be better for Oliver. But Oliver didn’t care. He didn’t want some pretty boy that he hardly knew and shared little in common with besides his position as Quidditch captain. He wanted a man that he knew could treat him well; a man that was a little rough around the edges with wonky teeth and a bit of a temper, but loved him unconditionally.
Oliver and Marcus were opposites, but they fit each other so well. They complemented each other in impossible ways. They were made for each other, as cliche as that may sound. Even if the rest of the world could never understand, Oliver knew that he made the right choice. Cedric was so beautiful and so kind. It was understandable why he was so sought after, but he wasn’t the man for Oliver. That man, with the broad shoulders and raven colored hair, was sitting right in his arms.
Every person in Hogwarts lusted after Cedric. Except one, and that one didn’t regret it one bit.
“We solemnly swear that we are up to no good. On this fortnight of October 31st, 1975, the four Marauders agree to follow each other until death do us part. We also agree to always keep secret the Great Power that we possess. Oh, yes- and one more thing. To make Snivellus’s life during and after Hogwarts a living hell.”
okay but imagine harry making a group chat for his friends from hogwarts just because and draco is there too but he literally never talks because he’s all like “that’s a muggle thing phew” but really he didn’t know how to use that
AND the first time that draco actually talks in the group chat is to send a video of harry who stubbed his toe on a table and is lying on the floor curled up into a ball screaming “I DIDN’T KILL VOLDEMORT FOR THIS”
and then the camera switches to draco’s bored face and with the most monotone voice ever he says “the boy who lived twice” and he’s holding a clock that shows 4:27am