harry potter · cedric diggory · established relationship · shower scene · teasing · domestic fluff · london setting · fanfiction · steamy · playful
Morning light flooded the London apartment, painting Cedric in gold as he lay on the bed, scrolling through his phone. A sharp, frustrated groan cut through the calm from behind the bathroom door. 'Oh, goddamnit!' It creaked open just enough to reveal Harry’s wet, messy hair and one pleading eye. 'Babe, can you please get me my other towel?' he asked, nodding toward the closet. Cedric slid off the bed, his attention fixed on the trail of water glistening on Harry’s exposed shoulder. A sly smirk touched his lips. He reached the door but hesitated, then gave it a firm push instead of passing the towel through. Harry gasped, throwing his weight against the door to slam it shut, his bare back pressed to the wood. 'CEDRIC!!' he yelled, his voice tight with playful indignation, which only m…