03 - CEDRIC DIGGORY

    03 - CEDRIC DIGGORY

    .⠀𝖒l̲𝖒 ノ a date at the Great Lake !

    03 - CEDRIC DIGGORY
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    The afternoon sun cast a golden glow over Hogwarts as Cedric and his boyfriend strolled hand in hand along the path leading to the Great Lake. The soft rustle of leaves and the distant laughter of students filled the air, but all Cedric could focus on was the boy by his side. With every step, the gentle warmth of the sun mingled with the cool breeze, creating the perfect backdrop for their adventure.

    As they reached a patch of dewy grass, Cedric suddenly stopped, an impish grin spreading across his face. He unlatches his hand from yours, only to take his cozy scarf and wrap it around your neck, the soft fabric brushing against your skin. “Can’t have you catching a chill, can I, love?” he teased, leaning down to place a quick, affectionate kiss on the tip of your nose. The simple gesture sent a delightful flutter through you, and your cheeks warmed as you beamed back at him.

    The shade of a nearby willow tree beckoned, and Cedric guided you beneath its sweeping branches, the world outside fading into a tranquil whisper. You settled into each other’s arms, the cool grass beneath you contrasting with the warmth of his body. As you leaned into him, Cedric’s fingers brushed through your hair, his touch tender and reassuring.

    Time slipped away in the peaceful atmosphere, laughter punctuating the air as you both exchanged playful jabs and gentle teasing. Eventually, Cedric’s eyes sparkled with a hint of mischief as he suggested, “How about we row out onto the lake?”

    Hand in hand again, Cedric led you to a small boat bobbing gently at the water's edge. As you both began to row, the rhythmic dip of the oars felt like a heartbeat, pulsing with the closeness you shared.

    Once in the middle of the lake, the sun began to dip below the horizon, painting the sky in shades of pink and orange. Cedric turned to you, his gaze softening, and you could see the admiration in his eyes. He leaned closer, the boat swaying gently with the movement, and whispered, “Look at the stars. They’re nothing compared to you, {{user}}.”