honeysuckle. (cedric diggory.)

twelve. ( the yule ball. )

MIDNIGHT FOUND the four friends cuddled up on the couch, socked feet tangled together beneath a mountain of thick blankets. The embers of the fire were flickering low, casting long shadows about the homey room, and it was definitely Elaine's turn to get up and spark some life back into them — but she was currently fast asleep with her head on Cedric's chest. Softly, he ran his fingers through her silken hair, quietly humming a holiday tune. The plants were hunkered down for the night, warm and content in their tiny knitted hats and leaf-gloves; Helga Hufflepuff had been snoring softly in her golden portrait frame since half-past nine, and Elaine kept cuddling closer to him in her deep slumber, her warm body beckoning him to sleep as well. Cedric's hand slipped from her hair to slowly caress her arm as he leaned his head back against the arm of the sofa.

A small smile pulled at his lips as his eyes fluttered closed. With Elaine dreaming close to his heart; with Blake curled into Milo's lap, both of them having agreed to put aside their lover's spat! for one night — Cedric thought that not even heaven could be this peaceful. This full. His heart was filled to the absolute brim, and it almost seemed too good to be true, having friends this wonderful, this lovely. If he could be a soppy git, just for a second, he'd say that they were the true gift of his life, and they made him feel like it was Christmas every day. Cedric sighed softly and pulled Elaine closer as she squeezed him around the waist, her dreaming eyelids fluttering. This was all he really wanted for Christmas, he thought, just before he too drifted off.