A/N: I have been roleplaying Pansy Parkinson for 10 years now… And all these years I have been writing about Snitch and Bitch (Draco/Pansy) just because I know they are semi-canon. Thing is, a year ago, I RPed her with another character, and somehow it kinda worked. And unexpectedly, the people in our RP group loved it too. So here I am, trying to come up with something worth reading for PanDric. Just a quick note that I am using Selena Gomez as my Pansy Parkinson, mainly because she is my faceclaim for RP purposes ever since I ran out of Genevieve Gaunt pics.

This fic is inspired by the song Wedding Bells by the Jonas Brothers, so I suggest you give it a listen while reading.

I dedicate this to my RP friends, Zayni and Trish, who are basically the biggest PanDric shippers on earth… And of course, to my RP partner, Darla, who is probably the best Cedric Diggory RPer ever.

Disclaimer: The Harry Potter series and all its characters are copyrighted and owned by J.K. Rowling.

Set five years after the Battle of Hogwarts, Cedric Diggory was now a journalist for the Daily Prophet. One eventful day, the editor asked him to cover a story about an engagement of the heir and heiress of two of the richest families in the British wizarding world. Little did he know that he will meet face to face with the girl he's still in love with together with one of the gittiest guy in the face of the earth in his opinion. Will he be able to admit his feelings in time or will the wedding bells chime before he does?

WEDDING BELLS

CHAPTER ONE

(Five years ago)

Cedric was pacing inside the Room of Requirement, waiting for her. It was late at night. What if Filch caught her sneaking out? Of course, she was a prefect and she was known to be really quick in saying smart reasons without batting an eyelash, but still… He wanted to celebrate this day with her.

It was her birthday, and though he was not invited to her all Slytherin party, he wouldn't miss the chance to see her. The pocket of his robe felt heavy with the box in it. With a sweaty hand, he reached for it and took it out. He opened it, and smiled. It was his mother's ring. Well, it was the Diggory ring, passed along for generations and this time, it was his turn to pass it along to the girl he wanted to spend the rest of his life with.

"What's that?" a voice said, from the door. He closed the box, and returned it to his pocket. He didn't need to turn around to recognize her. Pansy. He could pick out that voice anywhere. He walked towards her and smiled. "Nothing…" He reached out for her and placed both hands on her waist. "How was the party?"

"You really want to know?" Pansy asked with a wicked grin on her face. "Bashing Gryffindors, making fun of Potter…" Cedric placed his pointer finger on her lips and said with a smile, "Or maybe not…" She laughed and pulled him closer. "It wasn't that fun without you, though."

"Well, I'm glad to hear that," Cedric said, as he led her to the small table for two the Room of Requirement managed to come up with. An arrangement of black roses and purple pansies was in the center, along with some scented candles. There were two plates filled with garden pasta and a bottle of champagne. He pulled a chair for her and took his own seat across her with a grin.

"I was almost about to say how sweet and romantic of you, but then I remembered it wasn't you who set this up, so I won't," Pansy said teasingly. She pulled her hair to the side and smiled at him.

"Hey! I was the one who thought I needed a romantic setup to celebrate my girlfriend's birthday, so technically, it's still me," he countered, trying to look wounded.

She laughed and started eating, "Moot point. I still wouldn't say it, though. It would tarnish my reputation."

He smiled and started eating as well. The reputation comment slightly made him twitchy. Why can't they just reveal their feelings for each other? Sure, she's in Slytherin, and he's a Hufflepuff, but couldn't they move past that?

After their meal, they sat down by the fire, and talked – about school, life, everything. Before he met her, he never thought that the Slytherin princess was so easy to talk to. Most probably because of the stories he had been hearing about her and her peers.

And then they suddenly bumped into each other in the library. He was expecting the usual snarly comments but then she graciously said her apologies, which extremely sparked his curiosity. Before he knew it, he's been keeping tabs on her; watching her every move – in the Great Hall, in the courtyard, during Hogsmeade visits… She looked too confident on her own skin, usually surrounded by Slytherin girls, like a queen attended to by her ladies-in-waiting.

Until, she confronted him. He was on his way to Quidditch practice when she stopped him and pulled him away from view.

"Spill it, Diggory," she said, looking at him fiercely. "What is your problem?"

"Err –," was all he managed to say, trying to look confused. Was he that obvious? "I don't know what you're talking about."

"Do you think I'm as stupid as Longbottom to believe you?" she countered. Her smile looked like a challenge. "You're spying on me. Why?"

He just looked at her face, and before he knew it, he was cupping her cheeks with his palms and pressing his lips on hers.

She was not the type of girl he would usually go for… But he felt that there was so much more to her than the mean façade she was trying to show others.

While he was surprised by his own actions, he did not expect her to kiss him back. But she did. And it was magical. And for a wizard, that sure was saying something.

Thus, the start of their secret relationship. It sure was weird, meeting secretly, seeing each other when people were looking the other way… But as time passed, it made him treasure her more. He was able to know Pansy Parkinson, the sweet yet sarcastic girl he loves with all his heart. Not Pansy Parkinson, the Ice Queen of the Slytherin house.

Pansy leaned her head on his shoulder, already feeling tired and sleepy after her party. He placed an arm around her and pulled her close. "Pans?"

"Mhmm..?" she muttered with her eyes still closed.

He cleared his throat and pulled out the box from his pocket. "I still haven't given you your present."

She pulled away and looked at him. "I told you, you don't need to give me anything."

He smiled at her and handed her the box. "I know. But I still want you to have it."

He watched as Pansy opened the box, a gasp escaping her lips as soon as she found out what was inside. "What's this?"

"That's our family ring," he explained. "We're not an old pureblood family like you or your friends but we do have some heirlooms like that."

"Why are you giving it to me then?" she asked, as she took the ring from inside the box and looked at it closely. "It's pretty, but it's your family's."

Cedric took the ring from Pansy's hand and pulled out a chain from his pocket. "I just want you to know that you're not just a girlfriend I'm fooling around with and that I'm actually seeing a life with you, whatever kind of life that might be."

He attached the ring to the chain, and continued, "You don't have to decide right now but I won't take no for an answer so until you say so, that ring will stay here. I don't care how long that will take or if it doesn't, but hopefully not."

She smiled at him, that genuine smile he knew was for him only and said, "Thank you, this is the best gift ever."

"I'm glad you like it," he smiled as he leaned towards her to put the necklace on her neck. "It's like a promise," he said as he tapped at the ring.

"A promise?" she asked, pulling him closer for a hug. She buried her face on his neck and he could feel her breath on his skin, making it tingle.

"Yes," he said as he reached out to her and looked her in the eyes. "A promise. You. Me. Forever."

He leaned towards her for a kiss, with Pansy placing a soft hand on his neck. One blissful kiss made way for another. He lifted her and crushed her against his chest. Tingling heat coursed through their bodies as she ran her fingers through his hair. He kissed her harder and deeper, letting himself go completely.

It was perfect. It was theirs. Forever.