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One.
Making your nightly prefect rounds wasn't always an experience. Sometimes, it was actually rather boring.
But sometimes, things like this happened.
A random student, your year or the one below you, pressing you against a wall to avoid a teacher or a ghost or Peeves or whatever the hell else.
You glared at the boy. "Get off. And fifty points from Gryffindor."
"Sorry."
"It's whatever." You roll your eyes. "But not again. Understood?"
"Yeah.
Two.
It happened again.
A different boy this time, a Slytherin, actually, but still again.
You rolled your eyes and shoved him away. "Fifty points from Slytherin. And go to bed."
"Sorry."
Three.
"Bloody hell! That's the third time!" You practically shout, pushing the Ravenclaw away. "Fifty points."
He sighs. "Fine. Sorry."
"Whatever."
Four.
You groan. "Why is it always me! I thought Hufflepuffs were supposed to be polite."
"Sorry. I didn't want to get caught."
"I'm well aware of that. Fifty points."
Five.
One of these days, you were going to kill someone.
It was the fifth time it had happened, and you were done with it.
"I am sure that this never happens to the other prefects!" You said. "Fifty points."
One.
You rolled your eyes. "You're an idiot, Diggory."
"Am not!"
"You are."
"I am not!"
"You are taking a bath at midnight, entirely at the risk of being caught by Filch or a ghost or some other patroller."
"At least it was you. I know you won't get me in trouble."
"How can you be so sure?"
He smirked. "Because we're friends.
"Right. Friends."
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing."
"Are you sure?"
"Entirely."
"I don't believe you."
"And what, exactly, do you think is wrong?"
"I think..." He walked you towards the nearest wall. "you want more."
Your breathing was shallow. "You'd have to be precise."
"Do you want to be more than friends?"
"Maybe."
"I need a clear answer."
"Yes." You look down, and Cedric tips your head up to meet his eyes.
"Can I kiss you?" He asks quietly.
"Yeah."
The kiss is soft, leaving you with butterflies. You pull apart, and he glances down at your lips again.
The next kiss is heated, leaving your lips swollen and the both of you panting.
"You were going to take a bath, right?" You ask.
"Yeah. Why?"
"Mind if I join you?"
Cedric grins. "Not at all."