{{user}} had always been told to date purebloods. It was tradition, expectation—unquestionable. But time and time again, she had been treated as nothing more than an accessory.

Theodore Nott dismissed her opinions entirely. Mattheo Riddle cheated shamelessly and acted like she was foolish for minding. And lastly Draco, the Malfoy's heir, paraded her like a trophy, his grip possessive but empty of true care.

So, she gave up.

Then, life—cruelly ironic—sent her Cedric Amos Diggory. A half-blood. An impossibility.

He wasn’t even an option. His family lived simply in a cottage in the countryside, in a farm. His grandmother was a Muggleborn. Her parents would be horrified at the very idea.

But Cedric was persistent, and one day, she humored him. Just once.

She told herself it was a game. A passing amusement. She wouldn’t fall. She couldn’t. But then, something unexpected happened.

Cedric didn’t buy expensive gifts—he handcrafted letters, sketching little pictures in the corners. He didn’t bring grand bouquets after arguments—he never had to, because he never failed her. He didn’t yell. Ever. Not even when her insecurities pushed her to accuse him unfairly. Instead, he held her close, grounding her with his steady heartbeat until she calmed.

Nights with him weren’t just passion; they were filled with laughter, whispered stories, and the kind of safety she had never known. Love, she realized, didn’t have to shout. It could be quiet. Gentle. Unshakable.

Yet, a problem remained—Cedric was still a half-blood. Her family would never accept him. Could she turn her back on the only man who had ever loved her right just to keep her place in their world?

Or was she finally ready to choose happiness over expectation?