Easter came around quickly and soon enough students, who were going home for the week long break, found themselves at the train station. Students were either to catch the train or to be picked up by parents. Cedric and Queenie had arranged that Queenie was to spend the week off with him. Flying all the way to Turkey and get back, not to mention dealing with jet lag, unpacking and repacking would reduce her holiday so much, that she might as well not leave Hogwarts. Queenie looked as stylish as ever in black and white wide vertical striped, ankle grazing leggings. A baggy, thin black, long sleeved, v-neck hoodie that had white draw strings and 3/4 sleeves with narrowly turned up ends. It was also longer at the back than the front, the front covering up to upper thigh while the back swooped to her mid thigh. On her feet were black, thick 4 inched heels, round toed, leather, Chelsea boots. Her hair was just sitting in its natural curls and she swept a dainty hand through it, every once in a while to stop bits blustering into her face in the wind, therefore it had no real parting. Cedric had on his navy jogging bottoms, simple black t-shirt and grey, canvas, low top converse. They were waiting for Amos to pick them up in his flying car. It was a muggle car to all intents and purposes. It was a muggle brand and had muggle features … it just flew as well. By their feet was then small amount of luggage for the 7 days off that they were grateful for. Cedric couldn't get away from everyone's constant prying eyes and judgement, he also wanted Queenie to just be his. Of course she was his but with Rita Skeeter lurking round every corner they could never get to intimate without her popping up and snapping a picture. Mr Diggory arrived just as the Hogwarts Express came into the station and the commotion and ruckus levelled up to the extremes.
"Cedric my boy and my daughter-in-law, you get more beautiful every time I see you" Amos sprung from the car and enveloped them both in a hug, kissing their heads. At the action Cedric grumbled while Queenie merely laughed.
"Hey, dad. How's everything been?" Cedric asked once his father let go and started loading his and Queenie's bags into the boot of his Dad's car. Queenie went to help but he merely took the bag off of her, refusing her to let her help. He shook his head at her before pecking her cheek. He murmured:
"I've got it. Just stay where you are and keep looking gorgeous as usual" in her ear
"Good, good. We've finally got the boiler fixed. Your mother phoned this man. Magic he was, for a muggle, I mean. Good as knew in no less than 30 minutes! He called himself Plummer. Wonderful fellow … odd name but astounding chap just the same" Amos rambled about the this marvel Plummer, as he helped with the bags. Cedric and Queenie tried not to snort at his misunderstanding, biting their lips to keep the laughter from spilling out.
"G-great, dad. I'll have to meet this mythi-mythical Plummer man" Cedric tried to conceal his amusement. Queenie nudged him in the ribs, shaking her head sternly but a smile graced her face.
"You should Cedric, he's a visionary I tell you!" Amos shut the boot and the three made to get in the car. Queenie had gone purple. Her cheeks puffed and her eyes watering as she had tried to keep herself from laughing to hard, this had become a side effect. She clambered into the car, belting up - Amos wasn't the best a driving the car, never mind flying it - and they took off. Amos in the front by himself and Cedric and Queenie in the back. They chatted animatedly about what happened so far in the tasks, the preparations, the aftermath and the like the entire journey to Ottery St Catchpole.
Eventually they arrived at Cedric's parents, Steward English Manor House.
"I need to talk to you about something later" Cedric placed his forehead against her's when his father got out to start unloading. Queenie, not being able to resist, quickly brought her hands to each of his cheeks and gave his a fierce and fast kiss.
"Ok" she breathed once they broke apart and got out the car. Cedric's mother had already scurried out the house and onto the gravel drive to meet them.
"Cedric! Oh my little baby boy! How are the tasks are they ok? You're not too hurt? I read -" His mother grabbed him, pecking kisses all over his face while she hugged him tight. Again Queenie had to try not to laugh. In a vain attempt to conceal her giggles, she busied herself helping Mr Diggory removing the luggage.
"I'm fine mum, honest. And whatever you've read - disregard it. Especially if it's by Rita Skeeter, the woman's a wretch" Cedric instructed gently before turning to help his father
"Hey, what have I said? You don't get the bags - that's my job" he mockingly told off Queenie when he noticed her helping his dad.
"I was jus -" The blonde tried to defend herself
"QUEENIE! Oh my lovely, how are you? I hope he's not getting to injured, I can't imagine you being too pleased if he completely destroyed his good looks before your wedding" Cedric's mother came at her like a snow storm. She whirled around the younger witch, embracing her tightly.
"As long as Cedric's at our wedding, I don't care what he looks like" Queenie shrugged. Cedric winked at her and blew her an over the top kiss while Mr and Mrs Diggory just laughed.
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Once they'd unpacked, Cedric and Queenie were forced into going out in the evening. They were going to a fancy restaurant in the centre of the local, muggle town to wine and dine with one of Cedric's mum's muggle friends. The teen couple was currently in Cedric's bathroom. Queenie had got dressed up for the evening and at the moment she was applying her make up and the like. Cedric had also come to join her, styling his hair (he having showered, like Queenie also had, meaning his tousled locks needed redoing). They stood at the counter exchanging small talk and compliments as they got ready. Queenie looked the part in little red dress. It was sleeveless and backless, it fell to her mid thigh. As well a having plunging neck line that met the waist band. The low cut v-neck and hem on the skirt were embellished with black gems and diamonds. She also had an array of jewellery scattered among her person. Her ear piercings were currently filled by gold plated studs in the colours (firsts to thirds) crimson gem, a black gem and clear diamond, the gems matched her dress and its jewelled embellishments. The earrings were all linked by a golden cuff which was attached to her upper ear. To finish off, on her feet were pointed toed, black, high heels. They were around 4 inches high and had a thin heel.
"You look ravishing" Cedric placed a hand on the small of her back. He'd now finished his hair and was just spritzing himself with some fancy cologne.
"And you look … well, many adjectives but I'm going to settle on smokin' " Queenie laughed, leaning over a little, to apply her eyeliner (in a winged style) and mascara. Cedric was sporting a tailored black suit jacket, dark denim, slouchy, skinny jeans and a white formal shirt but the first few, too buttons were undone. On his feet were black leather Chelsea boots that just gave the outfit the perfect blend of formal casual. He watched her intently, however one thing stood out to him. Cedric was a teenage boy and his girlfriend's ample chest was hardly supported and she was basically flashing as they breached the fabric confines.
"Little one, your about to fall out" He leant in close, his head aligned with her's before he whispered. Queenie glanced down at her reflection, noting her larger than average bosom was indeed escaping. Glancing from the half done, almost perfect eyeliner wing on her left eyelid, then down to spilling chest, she sighed. Her eyeliner didn't always go well but today it had been positively sumblime - so her 100% unusually amazing eyeliner or allowing her breats to splay free. Queenie did consider flashing. Cedric had seen it all before so didn't see it as a loss of dignity.
"I can rearrange you, if you like?" Cedric offered. He suggestion was sincere and with good intentions but he couldn't help the cheeky grin that slipped on to his face. After a moment of consideration, Queenie shrugged (which was a bad idea, jolting her breasts further out of the dress) and uttering a nonchalant:
"Go for it - just don't knock me. This wing is, so far, perfect"
"Yes Ma'am" he stood up straight, smacked a foot on the ground and saluted. Queenie laughed at her silly lover before going back to her makeup. Cedric then moved to stand behind her, his lower half flush to hers. He reached his hands round, slowly reaching under the fabric straps and cupping her breasts. She jerked when he did, murmuring a quiet:
"Merlin's alive, Ced! Your hands are freezing"
"Sorry" he began to coax her ample bosom back under the material
"S'ok as long as a get a kiss in compensation"
"I do 10 times better than that"
"Really?"
"Really. But when we get back I need to talk to you - in private - first"
"Private, eh? Ooh the suspense is already killing me"
"Hush up" Cedric pressed a kiss between her shoulder blades. He removed his hands from her chest and she screwed the caps back on her mascara and eyeliner having finished. His hands found her hips and spun her round to face him. He quickly caught her cheek, leaning in. Queenie got the message and raised a hand to his shoulder also closing the gap.
"CEDRIC, QUEENIE? YOU TWO READY TO GO?" A shout from Amos echoed up the stairs. They pulled apart at lightening speed, sighing that the mood had been broken.
"YEAH, WE'RE COMING DAD" Cedric hollered back after a minute, pecking her head in apology.
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"So what did you want to talk about?" Queenie asked from her spot, cuddled up to Cedric in one of his Quidditch shirts. They lay on his bed, that his parents had let them share - bestowing trust in them. After a long and tedious evening, they had eventually got home - something they were grateful of. The muggles they'd met were nice but too talkative and bubbly to the point it overwhelmed the two.
"Well, I'm 18 in a few months and you'll be 17 a bit before" Cedric began, looking at Queenie who was already gazing, lovingly at him. He hadn't done anything remotely romantic real that day but yet she was still staring at him like he was her world. He was her world.
"Well I was thinking that when you've left Hogwarts, year after next, we could get a place together." Cedric continued
"I'd like that" Queenie's nuzzled into him even more
"It'd work too. I'll be commuting for most of the first year of Uni, anyway."
"It was awfully nice of Oliver to recommend you to Puddlemere, what was it the letter said? … Oh that's it: 'best chaser of young English talent' " Queenie used the nail of her pointer finger to sketch circles on his bare chest.
"He only did it because he fancies you" Cedric grumbled, the arm he had around her, tightening
"Not true! He did it because you are, as they said the best English talent that's coming through"
"Whatever you say. Besides you thought about where you want to go?"
"No idea, I kinda of want to go to WWU. Your going there. By the time I get there, you'll be there for half the time and -"
"Don't go there because I'm there, go there because it suits your needs. I'll be with you wherever you are even if I'm not physically there."
"Well we're sitting one of the same courses. Advanced History of Magic and Ancient Runes"
"Yeah but I'm doing it at a triple level, you're only taking it at double because you want to take singular Arithmancy. The World Wizarding University doesn't really excel at that"
"I've got another 2 years to finalise any thoughts and applications"
"Just don't go to WWU because you want to be with me, to please me. Go where you want - I'll wait for you forever, no matter where you are"
"I know. I'm not worried about you not waiting, I just no that I can't take being away from you. Hell, I felt lonely when I was petrified in third year and I was in a comatosed state then! I missed you despite being asleep. My subconscious mind yearned for you"
"Hell for you! I had to sit, watching, waiting. For months, months! You don't know the meaning of the word 'yearn' until you've sat through, what I've sat through" Cedric argued in fake indignance
"I can't be without you" Queenie manoeuvred herself to lay on top of him, massaging his collar bones
"I know, trust me I do. It kills me too" Cedric caught her cheek and gently ushered her into a chaste but continual kiss. As they kissed the thought of school crept up in both of the back of their minds. Once they were back, Rita Skeeter would be there. Loitering at corner, watching their every move - just waiting to fabricate a gossip story with little or no truth.