The Three Broomsticks was buzzing with energy, students packed into every corner, mugs of Butterbeer clinking together amidst laughter and chatter. You were seated with Draco and his usual group, the sharp edge of their conversation blending with the warmth of the pub.

The door opened, a gust of icy wind sweeping through, and in walked Cedric D with a group of Hufflepuffs. His easy smile and golden hair caught the light as he laughed at something one of his friends said, but his gaze drifted toward your table. His eyes locked with yours for just a second too long.

Draco noticed immediately, his posture stiffening as he followed Cedric’s line of sight.

—"What’s Diggory staring at now?"—he muttered, his tone laced with annoyance.

Pansy snickered, glancing at Cedric.

—"Maybe he’s finally realized where the real fun is."

Cedric approached the bar, but his eyes flicked back to you briefly, a subtle acknowledgment that sent an odd flutter through your chest. After getting his drink, he surprised everyone by heading toward your table.

—"Enjoying yourselves?"— Cedric’s voice was calm, his confidence unshaken by the pointed stares of your companions.

Draco leaned back in his seat, smirking coldly.

—"What do you care, Diggory?"

Cedric ignored him, his attention focused on you.

—"Nice to see you here. Hogsmeade weekends are always better with good company."—his tone was warm, almost playful, as if daring Draco to react.

Draco scoffed, his irritation barely masked.

—"Go back to your table, Diggory. We don’t need your cheerfulness ruining the mood."

Cedric chuckled softly, his confidence unwavering. He raised his Butterbeer in a slight toast, his gaze meeting yours one last time.

—"Take care."

Without another word, he turned and walked back to his friends. Draco muttered something under his breath, his frustration evident, but your attention lingered on Cedric’s retreating figure, his calm charm leaving an impression that was hard to ignore.