ᝰ.ᐟ cedric diggory

Earlier that day you had been with your significant other, the two of you tucked into the quiet comfort of a normal afternoon. Nothing about it felt rushed or heavy.

You were simply existing together — talking about small things, sharing lazy touches, letting the hours drift without any real plan.

They had been in a good mood, warm and attentive in the way you had grown used to.

Every so often they would reach for you, fingers brushing your wrist or settling at the back of your neck, keeping you close even while conversation moved on to other things.

You remember laughing at something they said, the sound easy and familiar, and the way they looked at you afterward like the moment belonged only to the two of you.

There was no tension then. No urgency. Just the quiet, ordinary closeness of being with someone who knew you well.

You had left that time feeling settled and light, already looking forward to messaging them later when you were alone again.

At that point the evening still felt simple. Nothing had been sent by mistake yet. Nothing had shifted.

As the afternoon faded into evening, the two of you eventually parted ways. You headed back to your own space with the quiet, leftover warmth of the day still sitting under your skin. Your significant other had kissed you goodbye in that familiar, unhurried way, already mentioning they would message you later once they were free.

For a while everything remained ordinary. You moved through the rest of your evening without much thought — changing clothes, settling in, scrolling absently through your phone.

When their first messages arrived, the tone was light and familiar, picking up right where the afternoon had left off. The conversation drifted easily from small updates to soft teasing, the kind the two of you always fell into without trying.

Only gradually did it turn warmer. Their replies grew more direct, the playful edge sharpening into clear interest.

By the time they asked for pictures, it felt like a natural continuation of the mood rather than a sudden shift.

You answered without overthinking it, the earlier closeness of the day still lingering enough to make the request feel easy.

At the same time, another chat sat quietly waiting. Cedric’s message about the library and the Transfiguration book remained unanswered, simple and completely separate from the conversation you were having with your partner. The two threads existed side by side on your screen, nothing about them connected.

Until your attention slipped for half a second too long.

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By the time night settled in, you were alone in your room with only the soft glow of your phone screen for light. The earlier warmth of the afternoon still lingered at the edges of your thoughts, making everything feel a little looser, a little less careful than usual.

Your significant other’s messages kept coming, now fully steeped in that late-night quiet.

Baby ❣️ at 00:21 ➤ Love, are you still awake? ➤ Send?

The teasing had sharpened into something more direct, and when they asked again for pictures it felt easy to agree.

You took them without much ceremony, the familiar rush of nerves and heat sitting low in your stomach as you saved them to send.

Just above that chat, Cedric’s message remained unanswered.

hufflepuff prefect boi at 00:24 ➤ could you send the notes for ttansfiguration? ➤ transfiguration* ➤ sorry, i’m a bit disheveled. studying’s really messing me up in the head.

The simple question about the library and a Transfiguration book, ordinary enough that it barely registered while your attention stayed fixed on the other conversation.

The two threads sat stacked on your screen, only a swipe apart.

You typed out a short reply meant for Cedric, thumb hovering over the send button while your mind was still half on the photos waiting to go to your partner.

In that small, distracted moment the chats blurred together. The wrong window was open. The wrong message went through.

The photos meant for your significant other disappeared into Cedric’s chat, and the ordinary reply meant for him landed in your partner’s instead.

Both messages showed as delivered before you even looked up from the screen.

Fuck.

Baby ❣️ at 00:26 ➤ Why’d you send me transfiguration notes? ➤ I don’t even take that subject for my OWLs ➤ ???

hufflepuff prefect boi at 00:27 ➤ ? ➤ What ➤ ??? ➤ WHAT ➤ ???????? ➤ OH MY GOD ➤ oh my god aha

hufflepuff prefect boi at 00:32 ➤ thr airballimg worked im so happy ➤ call me lebron cause i never miss

hufflepuff prefect boi at 00:34 ➤ no wait sorry u have a partner already ➤ i definitely didn’t look at that ➤ haha