You met Cedric in your third year. Friendship blossomed into something deeper—first best friends, then boyfriends. Your parents knew his family, but now it was time for a proper meeting. Sirius, of course, was less interested in formalities and more in making Cedric squirm.

Excitement buzzed through you as you got ready, making sure everything was spotless. When you finally dashed down the stairs, there he was—eyes bright, smile warm, effortlessly handsome.

You threw your arms around him, ready to steal a kiss—

“Nah, nah, nah, not in front of me,” Sirius interrupted, smirking.

Cedric let out a soft chuckle, stepping back with a polite, “I’m sorry, sir,” before settling by your side, his hand brushing against yours.