ActualWeeb: Oh, look. A new story. This story is basically just 12 one-shots of Bella being awkward and trying to talk to Cedric. Annieways, here we go!

Bella: *clears throat*

ActualWeeb: Ugh. I don't own Harry Potter.


"Lavender! Lavender, wait up!" Bella yelled, sprinting through the grass, stopping by the lake, in front of a confused Lavender Brown.

"Yes, Bella?" Lavender asked.

"I need your help," she said. "It's about a boy."

"Ooh!" Parvati squealed. "Is it that Hufflepuff boy?" Bella flushed.

"Er- yes. I need to ask him to the ball, but all my attempts have been futile."

"Your attempts?" Lavender asked. "You've been taking advice from Ron, haven't you?" Bella's cheeks were once again painted pink.

"No- maybe- yes," she admitted. "But I can't seem to talk to Cedric at all!" Lavender pursed her lips and sat down, followed by Parvati.

"Okay," the blonde announced. "Tell us everything."

"Wh-what?!"

"Tell us everything," Parvati repeated. "We need to know how you two interact, or if you've embarrassed yourself so badly that you should give up."

"Thanks for the confidence boost, Parvati," Bella groaned before sitting cross-legged in front of them. "Fine. I'll tell you."


"Guys like girls who can sing."

That's what Ron told me. Luckily, I could sing. I could hella sing. I write songs instead of writing in a diary! Of course I can sing.

So, I wrote a song for him. Creepy, right? ("No, that's actually cute!" Parvati giggled.)

So one day after class, I caught up with Cedric and just started singing. Right then and there. But as it turns out, he had muggle earbuds in! He took them out just as I got to the chorus, which was "I really, really, really, really, really, really like you!" But I panicked and sang "I really, really, really, really, really, really HATE OPPRESSIVE GENDER NORMS!" and ran away. I ran like the little coward I am. I mean, how am I supposed to have rational thought when looking into those eyes?

So, basically, now Cedric thinks I'm some crazy feminist singer. Which I am.