Cedric had always joked about how impossible it would be for you two to sleep together as a couple. You were a Slytherin, and he was a Hufflepuff, and the rules of Hogwarts made it clear: no inter-house overnight visits. You both respected the boundaries of your houses, but the yearning to be close to each other during the night never fully faded.

For weeks, you both made do with quiet moments after curfew—whispered conversations in the corridors, late-night walks near the Black Lake, and stolen glances in the Great Hall. But deep down, Cedric always dreamed of the two of you sharing a night together, like any couple would.

One evening, after dinner in the Great Hall, Cedric pulled you aside. His eyes were mischievous, a glint of determination in them.

—“I think I’ve figured it out,” he said quietly, leaning in close. “It’s not impossible.”

You raised an eyebrow, confused.

—“What are you talking about?”

Cedric grinned, the corners of his mouth curling up into a playful smile.

—“I’ll get you into my room tonight. You’ll be with me—just like we’ve always wanted.”

Your heart raced.

—“You’re kidding. How could we possibly—?”

He cut you off with a soft kiss on your forehead.

—“Trust me.”

Later that night, as the castle slept under the weight of its usual calm, Cedric led you through secret corridors, away from the watchful eyes of prefects and ghosts. He’d managed to find an old secret passage, one that hadn’t been used in years, and it led straight to his dormitory.

When you reached his room, he gave you a quick look, ensuring no one was around. Then, with a cheeky grin, he motioned you inside.

—“This is it.”