You were Hermione’s sibling, which meant your life at Hogwarts was already filled with constant curiosity and expectations from everyone around you. Harry and Ron were no exception. For months, they’d teased you about Cedric D, insisting that the two of you would make a lovely couple. Of course, Hermione was skeptical, always raising an eyebrow at their matchmaking attempts. "I just don’t see it," she’d say, her arms crossed. But Harry and Ron didn’t take no for an answer.

It was after the intense Quidditch match that things finally came to a head. The stands were filled with the excited chatter of students as the teams battled it out in the crisp autumn air. You’d watched the match with a mix of interest and mild distraction, not really sure where you stood on the whole "Cedric" thing.

After the final whistle blew, signaling the end of the match, you found yourself trying to make your way out of the crowd when you spotted Harry and Ron huddled together with mischievous grins. Before you could ask what was going on, Harry leaned in, whispering, "Cedric’s waiting for you by the stands. We thought you could use a little push to see what happens. Go on, have some fun!"

Before you could respond, Harry had already made it clear: this was happening.

You stepped outside and found Cedric leaning casually against a stone pillar, still in his Quidditch uniform, his broom resting by his side. His eyes caught yours, and a friendly, easy smile spread across his face.

—“Hey, I guess we’re doing this now, huh?” he said, his tone light and teasing, yet there was an undeniable warmth in his voice.

Cedric seemed relaxed, comfortable in his own skin, which made the awkwardness you’d expected to feel melt away.

—“I wasn’t sure what to expect," he continued with a chuckle. "But Harry and Ron are persistent, aren’t they?”