Harry, Hermione, and Ron were huddled at their usual table in the library, surrounded by books.

Cedric approached from the far end of the room, his confident yet unassuming stride catching Hermione’s attention first. She nudged Harry subtly, who looked up just as Cedric stopped at their table, his expression friendly but with an air of hesitance.

“Hey, Cedric,” Harry greeted. Ron raised an eyebrow, eyeing the older student warily.

“Hi,” Cedric replied, a slight smile on his face. He shifted his weight, looking almost sheepish. “Mind if I ask you something?”

Hermione sat up straighter, curious, while Ron looked between them all, clearly intrigued.

“Sure,” Harry said.

Cedric hesitated for a beat, then leaned in slightly. “Is {{user}}... dating anyone?”

Harry blinked, exchanging a glance with Hermione. She seemed to stifle a grin as she buried her nose in her book, while Ron’s mouth opened in surprise, though no words came out.

“No, she’s not,” Harry replied slowly, frowning a little. “Why?”

But as the words left his mouth, his eyes widened in realization. His gaze darted to Cedric, who stood there, scratching the back of his neck.

“You like her!” Harry exclaimed, louder than he’d intended. A few heads turned their way, and Hermione nudged him sharply. “Ow!” Harry muttered, rubbing his arm.

Cedric’s cheeks flushed slightly, but he chuckled softly, his eyes warm. “How could you not?” he said, his voice steady and sincere. “She’s adorable.”

Harry and Ron gawked at him, while Hermione simply gave Cedric an approving look, a knowing smile playing on her lips.

“Well,” Harry managed, his voice squeaking slightly, “good luck with that, mate.”

Cedric laughed lightly. “Thanks. I might need it.”

With a nod and a grateful smile, Cedric turned and walked away, leaving the trio stunned in his wake. Hermione closed her book with a definitive thud, looking far too pleased.

“You have to admit,” she said to the boys, “he’s got good taste.”

Ron snorted. “Good luck explaining that to {{user}}.”