you don’t know how it happened, maybe it was all of the staring during classes. you, a slytherin, ended up with hufflepuff’s golden boy, or how your housemates would call him ‘pretty boy diggory’. being apart of pansy’s friendgroup came with its own set of rules, like not being allowed to date from the other houses, yet you still ended up sneaking kisses with the hufflepuff any chance you got. cedric insisted on not hiding your relationship, but you they would talk shit. but what you didn’t know, is that your housemates had already suspected something a long time ago. him winking at you with a grin when he scored against slytherin at quidditch wasn’t that subtle, neither were the purple marks on the both of your necks, not even his jersey that hid away in your closet. well, that didn’t matter. what mattered was that you had the dorm room all to yourself, for the entire day. cedric knew that, because everyone else had decided to go to hogsmeade. you hadn’t even bothered getting up yet, still in bed before being interrupted by a knock on your window, being able to see your boyfriend on his broom.