Cedric Diggory
Large, comforting hands wrap around your chilled fingertips, tucking them safely into an oversized pair of warm woolen mittens.
“Don’t let go, okay?” Cedric says, stuffing your mitted hand into his coat pocket, giving a light squeeze. “I don’t wanna lose you.”
You nod and grin at the sixth year Hufflepuff. Although in all the years of Hogsmeade visits it had never happened before. He was always quite adamant that the two of you hold hands at all times, “Just in case,” he’d often mutter, lacing his fingers with yours.
You sometimes wonder how he’d react if the two of you were to be separated, but you’d always shake the idea away. This time, however, you decided the curiosity was too much to bear.
As Cedric begins walking again, you keep in step behind him, wiggling your fingers out of the mitten and right out of his coat pocket. You stand in the falling snow, watching as he plows forward with the class, still holding on to the now empty mitt in his pocket.
You cover your mouth with the still- mitted hand, swallowing your giggles and shoving your bare hand under your arm to keep warm.
He’s almost made it up the hill when he turns to where he expected you to be, and stops completely. He turns back to where you are standing and holds his arms out, palms up, in a sort of ‘What gives??’ gesture.
“Hey!!” Cedric shouts, shuffling his way down the snowy hill as quickly as possible. “Y/n! Hey!”
You giggle as he tries his best to hurry and keep his balance at the same time.
“Hey,” he says, finally getting close enough to where he doesn’t have to yell to be heard. “You’re not supposed to let go, silly!”
“I know.”
“You know?!” Cedric shakes his hand with the empty mitten in front of your eyes. “Then why’d you do it?!”
“I just... wanted to see what you’d do,”You shrug.
“Y/n, you can’t do that, okay?! I really thought I’d lost you! Do you know how worried-“
You silence him with your lips, kissing away all his worries and telling him, without words; I’m here. I’m safe. I’m sorry.
Cedric wraps his arms around your neck, tucking you under his chin. His mouth moves against yours, in the same way saying; I was scared. Scared for you. What if you were lost? What if you were hurt? I love you.
A voice from the top of the hill breakes the two of you from your wordless conversation. “C’mon, lovebirds! Before the train leaves without you!”