My Best Friend


I was walking down the aisle in a feathery, white dress with golden lace. It again had a sweetheart neckline, but with no sleeves. I was carrying red and white roses in my hands, my veil flowed with my dress. My mother had styled my hair so it would be wavey. My best friend and the love of my life was at the end, wearing a black bowtie, dress shirt, black dress pants, and a collared black robe, no black vest this time. We had survived the battle that occurred two years ago together. We had held this gathering at our house. I had gotten to the end of the aisle, he lifted my veil, now it was time to say our personalised vows. He unfolded a piece of parchment."You were my best friend since we were four, you were my best friend through school, you supported me in everything that I did. I'm glad now that Harold put my name in that damn goblet, because if it wasn't for that I would have never had the balls to ask you if we could grow our relationship. We wouldn't be here." he said tearing up. "Can I make out with him now?" I said to the person documenting our marriage. I teared up with him. "Not yet." the person said. "Ugh fine." I joked. He chuckled with me. "And I really think my love, that after we survived the Battle of Hogwarts we can survive marriage." he grinned. I laughed at his comment, trying to hide it with my hand. "And that shield that blocked me from Voldemort's servant from killing me. I've known for a while that it was your love. I will love you until I die." he said. A tear ran down his chiseled cheek and I cried a lot more than I thought I would. "Your turn." said the person documenting. I as well unfolded a piece of parchment. "After the last task of the Triwizard Tournament, and I took your pulse, I realized you were alive. I didn't want to sleep until I knew you were alright. Unfortunately I had to sleep, and Madam Pomfrey persuaded me to sleep in one of the hospital cots. Before that, none of us knew if you were injured or what. I had to be affectionate to you in some way, even if you couldn't feel my love. I played with your hair for hours, just hoping you would wake up." I cried harder. He reached out and pulled me into a hug, he had to let go after half a minute. "For the rest of my life, I swear I will comfort you until I can't anymore." I looked at him, at his soft grey eyes. We said I do and slowly made out in front of our family. I were thinking of just signing a document, but on the subject of family we couldn't. Our reception included our first dance, food, deserts, and more dancing. Once it was over, and all of our guests had gone home, we changed into our pajamas and cuddled like the good old times. "So we're married now." he smirked. "Yeah. I love you so much." I said. "I love you too. You can play with my hair all you want now." he said. "And you can cuddle me all you want." I said. "I'm getting too hot. Do you mind if I take my shirt off?" he asked. "I don't mind, you have to do what's good for you." I replied. He pulled off his shirt to show his lean, semi muscular build. "Sorry, I'm lanky.' he said. "Cedric, I don't care. You're not lanky. You are muscular. And I love you anyways." I cuddled into his side and played with his chest hair. He grabbed my hand gently and kissed it. "No one's perfect. You are to me though." I said.

It was five years after the marriage and we had been trying for a child for four months. I think we had finally succeeded. I walked into our lounging area. "Cedric." I said. "Yeah." I answered. "My period is two weeks late. I think I'm pregnant." I said. He jumped off the couch and ran to me. Tears of joy started rolling down my face. He held my face and kissed me. I could feel his tears landing on my face. He kneeled and place a hand on my stomach. I ran my fingers through his hair. I couldn't believe I was carrying our child.

I was in labor, but I told myself it was worth it. The midwife told Cedric that he didn't want to see this, and should probably leave the room. He didn't want to though. His argument was that as a good husband he had to stay to comfort his wife. He had rubbed lotion on my expanding belly all the way through the nine months or so that I carried our child, now he held my hand. After two hours our first child was a boy. While the midwife was checking our son, Cedric played with my hair, kissed me on the forehead, and called me his fighter. The midwife put our son in my arms. "What should we name him?" Cedric whispered. "Do you like the name Dean?" I asked. "I love it. He looks like a Dean." he said, kissing me on the temple and smelling my sweaty hair. "How about the middle name?" he asked. "How about Cedric and Douglas?" I said smiling. He teared up and smiled. "If you want love." he kissed my temple again. "Yes, I want to name our son after you." I replied. Our Dean was sleeping away. "Do you want to rest for a bit? I could hold him." he asked. "You're his daddy. You have the right to hold him." I said. "My father never held me when I was little. So I'll sure hold our child." he said carefully grabbing his son in his arms, trying to make sure he didn't wake up. He was so adorable and loving with our son. I could see it in his eyes. I fell asleep five minutes later.

I had just returned to work after Dean Cedric Douglas Diggory was born. I had caught three death eaters in one week. Cedric was taking time off of work to look after Dean. He had been accepted to play on the English Quidditch team as their seeker. They gave him time off so he could take care of his son. I could hear Cedric changing Dean in the room beside me. "Hey buddy. So your mommy is taking a rest." Cedric said. A moment later I heard Cedric putting Dean back into his cot and saying: "Some day I'll teach you how to treat and respect your significant other." I loved them both so much. Cedric walked into our bedroom. "I heard what you said to Dean." I smiled. It was noon on a Saturday morning but I was still really tired. "Well who knows what sexuality he'll be. We're his parents, and we're supposed to support whatever he does." he said, kneeling next to where I was laying. I kissed him after he said it. He was the most intelligent loving man that I had ever met. I'm trying not to be bias because I love him. It was true to me. "I just not an owl, and my parents want to come and see him. I can't believe that they didn't come visit right after he was born." he informed me. "Cedric, it's going to be fine. They can come over and see him." I said. "Alright love." he replied. When they came to our home Cedric's mother desperately wanted to hold her grandson. Cedric's father on the other hand wanted nothing to do with Dean. We all sat down, I was holding Dean now, and Cedric had his arm around me. "How dare my son's offspring be a half-blood." his father said. "Father, it doesn't matter if our son is pureblood, halfblood, or muggleborn. He's our son, and if you don't like that, get out of our house, and never come back." Cedric told him. I'd never seen him that flustered or protective. "Maybe I will!" Cedric's father yelled. Dean started to cry because of the yell. Cedric's father stormed out of our house yelling "I thought you two wouldn't last long!" I was pacing around our living room singing Dean a lullaby to try and get him to calm down. It worked after the lullaby hit its final note."Cedric, I'm sorry for your father. Dean is of his blood, and he doesn't get that." his mother said. Dean had Cedric's soft, grey eyes. How dare he discriminate his only grandchild. I probably shouldn't be so harsh though. I put Dean down for a nap and let Cedric calm down a bit. I shut the door silently, not to wake our Deano. I walked to our bedroom to find Cedric with his face in his hands. He looked the same when his father had been rude to Harry. I dug my fingers into his hair, and he dropped his hands. His face was red and his eyes were puffy due to his sobbing. "He has your soft, grey eye's you know." I said. "I noticed." he wiped his cheeks with his sleeve. Maybe I was slightly wrong about the Diggory's, but Cedric wasn't his father. I grabbed his hand and kissed it. He perked up. "How about we cuddle?" I suggested. "That sounds lovely." he replied. We cuddled and fell asleep. All was well.

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