Lately, you and Cedric haven’t had much time together.

Your timetables clashed quite magnificently, and the only times you had to see each other were during breakfast, lunch, or dinner in the Great Hall or between classes. And when all the older students got to go to Hogsmeade, of course, but that was a long time since the last.

That being said, Cedric tried to make you smile that bright smile he loved so much whenever he saw you.

Cedric was just packing up his books when he saw you walk past the herbology classroom with your friends. Rushing his bag over his shoulder, he was about to leave the classroom and catch you before you had to go to your next class when he saw Professor Sprout’s flower beds along the back wall of the room.

Professor Sprout loved Cedric—who didn’t? A golden prefect with a heart kinder than a puffapod in bloom. So when he asked Sprout if he could have a flower, she smiled warmly and picked out the prettiest flower in the bed.

Thanking her quickly, Cedric takes the flower and runs out of the class, catching a glimpse of you before you turn a corner.

Before you can hear his quick footsteps behind you, a flower appears in front of you, and Cedric steps in front of you with the grin that is so very him.

“For you, my love,” he said softly, eyes taking in your face.