Christmas was near, you couldn't wait. But you were going to stay at Hogwarts this year. This. would be your third Christmas here. Harry, Ron, and Hermione were going to stay at the burrow as usual. They offered for you and Lewis to come. You both decided it'd be better to stay. You heard fewer people would be staying this year. But it didn't really matter. Harry was still convinced that Draco Malfoy had become a death eater and he was up to no good. At this point, you believed him. But right now you were at the Quidditch pitch. For Quidditch trials.
'Um, okay so this morning. I'm going to be putting you ll through a few drills j-just to assess your strengths' Harry said lowly and hesitantly. Ginny was standing right behind him, you and Ron in front. Behind you and Ron everyone was quarreling over brooms and whatnot, drowning out Harry's voice. 'Quiet. Please'
'Shut it!' Ginny yelled and everyone stopped at once and stood straight.
'Thanks, alright Uhm. Now, remember, just because you made the team last year does not guarantee you a spot this year. Is that clear?' Harry announces. A few people nod 'Good'. Ron then looks up to the stands. To see Hermione sitting. 'You'll do fine Ronald' you say encouragingly, and make your way over to Ginny. It sucked that the twins left, they really were the heart of the team, good players and you missed their goofy jokes.
'No hard feelings alright Weasley?' Cormaic states coming up to the redhead.
'Hard feelings?' Ron said restlessly
'Yeah, I'm going for the keeper as well. It's nothing personal' McLaggen explains holding his broom proudly. You were on the side listening. You gave him a sinister stare.
'Strapping guy like you? You've got more of a beaters build, don't you think?' Ron says nervously 'Keepers need to be quick, agile'
'I'll like my chances, do you think you could introduce me to your friend Granger? Wouldnt mind getting on first-name bases. Know what I mean?' Mclaggen smiles looking up at Hermione. Ron clearly looked very uncomfortable.
'Shoo. Go away' You said to Mclaggen, you looked at him sharply. 'Y/l/n' Mclaggen says avoiding eye contact and then leaves, giving Ron a pat on the back.
You gave Ron a weak smile, you flew up into the air and hovered in the middle of the pitch. You were going again for Chaser, as usual. It was the position you could play best out of everything else. You'd been on the team for four years now. Mclaggen and Ron were on the keeper posts, Hermione, Lavender, and Luna watched intently. The game then began, You, Ginny flew across the field instantly. Ginny then threw the quaffle into the hoops but Mclaggen blocked it using his feet. 'Come on Ron!' Lavender roared. Ron clutched his broom tightly, looking terrified. You managed to score a few points past Mclaggen. He'd just get pissed at you every time.
Ron blocked a few Quaffles and then fell off his broom, hanging on to the end of it. 'Come on Ron!' Harry yelled. 'Come on Ron' Harry repeated as you flew towards him. Hermione whispered something. But you overlooked it and began to play once again.
*****
'Well done' You say hugging Ron.
'I see what you did there' you whisper in Hermione's ear, she just looks at you. 'Won't tell' and you hurry off to the library. Hermione nods walking with Harry and Ron. You make it to the library, studying for the defense against the dark arts. Fine. You weren't here to 'study' it was a cover. Since you really believed the whole 'death eater' thing. You decided to research them.
Thirty minutes passed and then an hour. And you had reached the conclusion he was a death eater. For sure. Guaranteed. But was he embarrassed to tell you? or scared? or couldn't? You could see Lewis from a distance sitting with Daphne. He then got up and left with her, holding her hand. He gave you a stare and then looked away. Silent treatment. When you two fought. The very next second a Blonde walked into the library. He looked at you and you stood up, closed your 'Defence against the dark arts' books, and left the room. 'Y/n' Malfoy whispered but you pretended that you didn't hear him.
*****
'Hey love, how was Quidditch?' Cedric questions as you sit next to him in the Hufflepuff common room. 'Good' you say staring at the wall.
'Well guess what, I'm staying here for Christmas. So we could do something if you want' Cedric says resting his head on your shoulder.
'Oh, yeah for sure. But are you-'
'I'll be fine, don't worry love' And you smile and give him a hug. 'Damn, you're not gonna be here next year'
'I know. I'll visit' Cedric says slowly.
'You better'
'I was thinking we could bake, decorate the tree, go to Hogsmeade and you and Lewis could sleepover-' Cedric explains.
'Lewis uh-'
'Whether you like it or not, you'll both be there' Cedric says standing up and holding his bag.
'Where are you going?'
'I have class and Quidditch trials too' Cedric says giving you a kiss on the cheek. 'Aww,' and you wave at him as he leaves.
*****
'What are you doing here?' Daphne asks coming up to you, she wasn't pleased to see you.
'Shuttt uppp' you say sitting on the couch. Lewis down the stairs and eyed you carefully. He raised his eyebrows at Daphne and she shrugged her shoulders. 'I'm not here for any of you so, just get back to doing whatever' you say out loud, to the people who were staring. In the corner of your eye, Malfoy closed the door looking at you.
'Come on' Tracey says at the top of the stairs. You get up and walk to her room and the door closes. Lewis stands up curiously.
'Just sit back down' Daphne says to him and he agrees sitting back down. He was skeptical. Fair enough, you were acting suspiciously.
Ok, now don't come at me. Ik that Cedric isn't supposed to be in this year yk. Buttt, then it wouldn't make sense for the story or would just make it harder to include him. So we're just gonna pretend he still goes to Hogwarts.

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Three of us (Draco X Reader X Cedric)
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