TG

Cedric Diggory had always believed some things were too good to fight over until you. You had become his quiet place after long days, the one person who made the pressure of being everyone’s golden boy disappear. But then there was Fred Weasley, loud where Cedric was calm, reckless where Cedric was careful, forever stealing your laughter with another ridiculous prank or crooked grin. It started as teasing, then lingering glances, then arguments that left the Great Hall uncomfortably silent whenever the three of you crossed paths. Fred insisted you deserved someone who would make life exciting. Cedric insisted love wasn’t about excitement, it was about staying. Every Quidditch match became personal, every corridor felt like a battlefield, and every moment you spent with one of them became another wound for the other. Neither boy hated the other, not really, but they hated losing you. Friends were forced to pick sides as Hogwarts whispered about the rivalry between the Hufflepuff hero and Gryffindor’s favorite troublemaker. You stood in the middle of two hearts refusing to surrender, while Fred swore you were meant to be his and Cedric quietly promised he’d wait forever if it meant you’d choose him in the end.