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[grangerhater]

he hit me and it felt like a kiss

tom riddle x fem!reader

(no y/n so it can be any female character)

warnings: violence, implication of abuse, toxic relationships, i am not romanticising such relationships and please seek help if you or someone you know may be in such relationship

hurt no comfort

inspired by

The halls of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry were filled with whispers and rumors, but there was one person who stood out among the rest. Tom Riddle, a charismatic and enigmatic young wizard, had captivated the attention of many, including her. As the days turned into weeks and the weeks into months, their paths intertwined, leading to a trusted friendship that would ultimately be tested.

She had always been a kind-hearted and gentle soul, often feeling overlooked and invisible. But when Tom Riddle entered her life, everything changed. He saw her, listened to her, and made her feel seen in a way she had never experienced before. It felt like a dream come true, a love story unfolding before her very eyes.

As their connection deepened, she found herself falling deeper into the illusion that Tom had created. He showered her with attention, whispered sweet promises, and made her believe that she was the center of his universe. She felt an all-consuming love, a love that was both exhilarating and terrifying.

But as the days went by, cracks started to appear in the facade of their relationship. Tom's possessiveness became more apparent, his demands more controlling. Yet, she remained blind to the red flags, convinced that this was the price she had to pay for the love she had always desired.

One fateful night, Tom's darker side emerged, shattering the fragile trust that had been built between them. In a moment of vulnerability, she had confided in him about her fears and doubts, hoping for reassurance and comfort. However, instead of solace, she received scorn and indifference.

Tom shattered her trust by revealing his true nature, the very darkness that had lurked beneath his charming exterior. He had the power to protect her, to shield her from harm, but he chose not to, he shattered it with a slap across the face. She was devastated at first, but ultimately reasoned that it was done out of affection, and that Tom's actions could be overlooked. In a way, her love blinded her from seeing any red flags, and she chose to ignore any wrong-doings from Tom. The pain of betrayal cut deep, but her perception had been clouded by her unwavering belief in his love for her.

But she couldn't bring herself to leave him. She was blinded by the fact that someone could actually love her. She ignored all the bad, cruel things he did, convincing yourself that it was just his way of showing his affection.

She was trapped in a cycle of abuse, unable to break free. Tom had complete control over her, and she couldn't resist his charm.

One day, Tom took things too far. He hurt her in a way that she could never forget. She were left broken and alone, wondering how she could have been so blind.

But even then again, she couldn't bring herself to leave him. She were addicted to the pain, the hurt, the love. She craved it, even though it was slowly destroying her

In her eyes, his actions were simply a testament to the depths of his affection. She saw his neglect as a twisted form of devotion, his indifference as a sign of his overwhelming passion. Each hurtful word and cruel action only reinforced her conviction that this was love, that she was lucky to have found someone who cared for her so deeply.

Friends and loved ones tried to intervene, to open her eyes to the toxic nature of their relationship. But she, blinded by her own yearning for love, turned a deaf ear to their concerns. She believed that they couldn't possibly understand the depths of their connection, that they were simply envious of what she had found.

[grangerhater]

MINE, ALWAYS

pairing: Draco Malfoy x reader

synopsis : they are rivals but once they are assigned roommates for a school trip they actually forget to argue about that, surprisingly accepting they have to share a bed.

warnings: rivals w sexual tension, eventual sexual content, (wanrning : plot before p0rn), piv, bj, f!ngering, one bed trope, everyone is above 18 obviously, possessiveness

smut, enemies to lovers, and some fluff if you squint

The Hogwarts Express pulled into Hogsmeade Station, and students excitedly disembarked, ready for their annual school trip. Among the bustling crowd, Draco Malfoy and Y/N Y/L/N found themselves eyeing each other warily. For years, they had been rivals, their rivalry filled with tension and sparks flying whenever they were in close proximity. This trip was no exception.

Fate had a funny way of working sometimes, and in this instance, it meant that Draco and Y/N found themselves assigned to share a room at the quaint inn where they would be staying. The room was cozy, with a single bed taking up most of the space. When they exchanged glances, they both felt a mixture of anticipation and unease at the thought of spending the trip in such close quarters.

After settling in, Draco decided to freshen up. He disappeared into the bathroom, the sound of running water echoing through the room. Y/N took this opportunity to unpack their belongings, trying to focus on the task at hand and ignore the butterflies fluttering in their stomach.

Minutes later, Draco emerged from the bathroom, his wet hair tousled and a towel wrapped securely around his waist. His silver eyes met Y/N's gaze, and for a brief moment, time seemed to stand still. There was an undeniable hunger in his eyes, a longing that neither of them could deny. Y/N felt their heart racing, their body trembling with anticipation.

But just as quickly as the moment had arrived, it vanished, replaced with the familiar tension and bickering that had defined their relationship for so long.

"You're taking up all the space," Draco snapped, eyeing the scattered belongings on the bed.

"Well, maybe if you weren't hogging the bathroom for so long, I wouldn't have had to unpack here," Y/N countered, their voice laced with a mix of annoyance and amusement.

Draco rolled his eyes, his trademark smirk playing on his lips. "Always finding something to complain about, aren't you?"

Y/N raised an eyebrow, a smirk of their own forming. "Well, someone has to keep you in check, Malfoy."

As the trip continued, their bickering continued. Every interaction between them was laced with snarky comments and subtle jabs. But beneath the surface, there was an undeniable chemistry that neither of them could ignore. Every look or touch was charged with unspoken emotion, a tension between them that neither could deny. Even when they fought, there was a deep understanding of each other's feelings that kept them connected throughout the trip.

During a visit to a picturesque village, Draco and Y/N found themselves exploring together. The narrow streets were filled with the hustle and bustle of market vendors, but their focus was solely on each other. They wandered aimlessly, their banter providing a soundtrack to their journey. The tension between them seemed to grow with each passing moment, filling the air with an almost tangible electricity.

As they strolled along, they came across a small park, secluded and peaceful. Unable to resist the lure of the empty benches and serene atmosphere, they sat down, their eyes locked in a silent battle of wills. The world seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of them.

"You know," Y/N began, their voice softer than before, "I've always wondered why we seem to clash so much, other than the fact you are a spoiled little prick."

Draco's expression softened, curiosity evident in his eyes. "And what conclusion have you come to, Y/L/N?"

A small smile played on Y/N's lips. "I think it's because we bring out the best in each other, even if we don't always realize it.

Draco's gaze softened, his walls crumbling in the presence of Y/N's vulnerability. "Perhaps you're right. We've always pushed each other to be better, even if we've gone about it in the most antagonistic way possible."

Silence settled between them for a moment, the weight of their unspoken feelings hanging in the air. Then, as if a switch had been flipped, they reverted back to their familiar bickering.

"You're still as insufferable as ever, Malfoy," Y/N teased, their voice filled with fondness.

"And you're still as infuriating, Y/L/N," Draco shot back, a hint of a smile playing on his lips.

But this time, the bickering was laced with something different. It held a hint of affection, a deeper connection that both Draco and Y/N were beginning to acknowledge.

As the sun began to set, casting a golden glow over the village, they made their way back to the inn. The room awaited them, the single bed serving as a constant reminder of the tension that had simmered between them all day.

Y/N hesitated for a moment, their gaze flickering between Draco and the bed. They took a deep breath, their usual shyness and insecurity being replaced by a newfound confidence. "I suppose we'll have to make do with the sleeping arrangements, won't we, Malfoy?"

Draco's eyes gleamed with a mixture of surprise and desire. "I suppose we will, Y/L/N. Still despise your face though, don’t be spreading around that i allowed you to share my bed."

Y/N smirked, rolling their eyes. "Of course, Malfoy. Wouldn't have it any other way."

And so, with a mix of tension, desire, and undeniable chemistry, Draco and Y/N climbed into the single bed, their rivalry and bickering fading into the background. In that moment, they found solace in each other's presence, their hunger finally acknowledged and their connection strengthening.

When only pure silence was heard right before they fell asleep Y/N heard a whisper yell from Malfoy’s side "You think you're so much better than me? You think you're so much smarter? You're just a nosy, stuck-up, know-it-all-Bimbo!"

"At least I'm actually smart enough to understand the concept of 'personal space!' You're just a spoiled, entitled brat who's never had to work for anything in your life!” she replied firmly yet half asleep

Draco's body tensed at Y/N's comment, their bickering reaching a boiling point. His hands wrapped around Y/N's wrists, roughly manhandling them and pulling them close.

"You're so stubborn!" Draco hissed, his breath hot against Y/N's ear. "Do you seriously think I won't do anything if you refuse to listen to me?"

Y/N glared back, struggling against Draco's grip, but unable to break free.

Draco's grip tightened around Y/N's wrists, a possessive glint in his eyes. He leaned inhis lips brushing against Y/N's neck as he whispered "You're mine, Y/N you belong to me" He trailed kisses down her neck, nipping at her skin as she moaned in pleasure

Draco's eyes narrowed as he watched Y/N struggle against him a cruel smile playing at the corners of his lips. He leaned in, his lips brushing against Y/N's ear as he whispered "You know you want this. You want me to take control, to make you mine" With a sudden movement Draco spun Y/N around, pressing her against the wall. His hands roamed over her bodypinning her wrists above her head as he claimed her lips in a rough, possessive kiss.

Y/N moaned into the kiss, her body responding to Draco's touch despite her angerHe pulled awaya wicked grin on his face as he leaned in to whisper in her ear once more.

"You're mine, Y/N. And I'll do whatever it takes to make you realize it" With thatDraco claimed Y/N's lips once more, their bodies moving together in a frenzy of desire as he asserted his dominance over her once more

Y/N's struggles ceased as Draco's touch sent shivers down her spine. She arched her backpressing herself closer to him, craving more of his touch. Draco's hands roamed over her body tracing every curve and dip, igniting a fire within her.

Their bickering forgotten, they gave into their desires their bodies entwined in a passionate embrace. Draco's lips met Y/N's, his tongue exploring her mouth as she moaned in pleasure. He pushed her onto the bed, his hands roaming over her body as he stripped her of her clothes

Draco pushed Y/N against the wall, his lips crashing against hers in a fierce, possessive kiss. He gripped her hips tightly, grinding his hard cock against her thigh.

Y/N moaned into his mouth, her body responding to his touch despite her anger. Draco's hands roamed over her body, his fingers digging into her flesh as he claimed her as his own.

He broke the kiss, his lips trailing down her neck as he bit and sucked at her skin, leaving marks of his ownership all over her body. Y/N's body trembled with desire as Draco's hands roamed over her, his fingers finding their way between her legs.

He teased her, rubbing her clit with a fierce hunger before plunging his fingers deep inside her. As he fingered her, his other hand found its way to her breast, pinching and twisting her nipple until she cried out in pleasure.

He continued to finger her, his pace increasing as he took her closer and closer to the brink of ecstasy. Finally, he pulled his fingers out of her, turning her around and pushing her down onto her knees.

He unzipped his pants, pulling out his hard cock and thrusting it into her mouth. Y/N took him eagerly her mouth enveloping him as she worked him with her tongue Draco's hands tangled in her hair, pulling her head back as he fucked her mouth with a fierce hunger.

He pulled out of her mouth pushing her back against the wall and lifting her legs up to wrap around his waist. He thrust into her with a fierce hunger, his body slamming against hers with each movement

Y/N cried out in pleasure, her body writhing against his as he took her closer and closer to the brink of ecstasy. Draco's thrusts became more urgent and intense, his body trembling with desire as he neared his own peak.

As he continued to pound into her, his grip on her throat tightened leaving marks of his ownership all over her body. Y/N's nails dug into his back as he continued to thrust into her with a fierce hunger

Their bickering reached a boiling point, with Draco manhandling Y/N and claiming her as his own, he took control making her his in a rough, possessive kiss and teasing her with a fierce hunger before plunging his fingers deep inside her.

Finally, they reached their climax, their bodies writhing in ecstasy as they cried out each other's names. Draco asserted his dominance once more, reminding Y/N that she belonged to him.

Draco's grip on Y/N's body loosened as he pulled out of her, his chest heaving as he looked down at her. Y/N's eyes were closed, her body still trembling with pleasure.

Draco leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead as he whispered, "You're mine, Y/N. Always" Y/N opened her eyes, a small smile playing at the corners of her lips.

"I know," she murmured, reaching up to run her fingers through his hair. "I wouldn't want it any other way"

Draco helped Y/N to her feet, holding her close as they stood there, their bodies still intertwined. He pressed a soft kiss to her lips, his hands trailing down her body as he whispered, "You're so beautiful, Y/N. I could never get enough of you"

Y/N blushed, leaning into him as she whispered back, "I feel the same way about you Draco. I love you"

Draco's eyes softened, a small smile playing at the corners of his lips. "I love you too, Y/N. Always and forever”

They stood there for a few moments longer, their bodies entwined as they basked in the afterglow of their passion. Finally they pulled apart, their eyes meeting as they smiled at each other

Draco took Y/N's hand, leading her towards the bed. "Come on" he said, his voice low and husky. "Let's get some rest, we have a lot more exploring to do tomorrow"

Y/N smiled, following him to the bed as they settled in for the night, their bodies entwined as they drifted off to sleep in each other's arms

[grangerhater]

WHO DID THIS TO YOU

pairing: George weasley x reader

warnings: violence

synopsis: he loved her but he masked it with hatred well until he had to make his hands bloody to protect her

hurt/comfort , enemies to lovers

In the bustling halls of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, George Weasley, one-half of the famous mischievous duo, sat with his twin brother, Fred, at the Gryffindor table. They chatted animatedly about their latest pranks as the students filed in for the start of another year. However, George's attention was momentarily diverted when he noticed his younger brother Ron entering the Great Hall, accompanied by a close friend he had known since their first year - Y/N.

As George watched the pair, his eyes narrowed with an inexplicable dislike. There was something about Y/N, who had always been Ron's best friend, that irritated him. Maybe it was their unwavering loyalty, or the way they effortlessly fit into Ron's life, but there was something about them that just didn't fit right. For some reason, George has never been able to shake his dislike of Y/N, even from their first meeting.

Throughout their years at Hogwarts, George made it his mission to torment Y/N at every opportunity. He took pleasure in watching them squirm under his pranks and jabs, fueled by an irrational animosity he couldn't shake. Y/N, however, seemed unfazed by George's antics and always had a witty retort ready. Despite their constant clashes, Y/N's smile never faded.

As the years passed, George's disdain for Y/N grew stronger. His friends and family grew increasingly concerned and Ron couldn't understand George's behavior. He had often confronted his brother about it, but George dismissed it as harmless banter. Still, he couldn't shake the feeling that something wasn't quite right. Why was he so fixated on Y/N? And why couldn't he let go of a simple grudge?

Ron watched with concern as his brother grew more consumed with his grudge against Y/N. He tried to talk sense into George, but to no avail. No matter how hard he tried, he just couldn't understand what was eating away at his brother.

Meanwhile, George couldn't shake the feeling that he was missing something. What did he have against Y/N, really? What drove him to make it his mission to torment them at every opportunity? It couldn't be as simple as a grudge. He was certain there was more to it than that.

But what?

George tried to ignore the feeling that he was forgetting something important, but it kept nagging at him. He knew there was more to it than just a grudge. What was it that he was missing? As he struggled to recall, he couldn't shake the sensation that he was overlooking something right in front of him.

Was it something Y/N had done? Something they'd said? Or was it something he had done? Nothing seemed to fit right. The answer seemed to be just outside his reach, but he couldn't quite grasp it. It was infuriating!

George's memory of first meeting Y/N came rushing back to him in a flash, and the pieces fell into place. He had spent so long hating Y/N, masking his true feelings with resentment and animosity. But on that first day, something Y/N had said had struck a chord in him. Could it be true, that deep down he was hiding a secret crush on them?

Y/N looked up from their book with a smile, seemingly unbothered by George's constant teasing. The sight of them made George's heart flutter, and he suddenly realized he didn't want to see them hurt.

George's heart fluttered as he watched Y/N, suddenly realizing how much he cared for them. All of his teasing and jabs suddenly seemed petty and insignificant, and he would do whatever it took to protect Y/N. As George looked on, Y/N's smile never faded, and he quickly realized that they had grown accustomed to his antics.

The more George watched Y/N, the more drawn to them he felt. Their laughter rang through the halls as they chatted with their classmates, oblivious to everything around them. George couldn't tear his eyes away, mesmerized by their smile and graceful movements.

The feelings began to overwhelm George, and he felt his heart thudding in his chest as he watched Y/N. The way they laughed with their friends, the way they moved with such effortless grace, it all made George feel a certain way. He realized that what he was feeling was more than just a crush. It was love.

And then, one night, after curfew as he was aimlessly walking around the castle deep in thought, George came across a shocking sight. Y/N was lying on the ground, injured and bleeding.

George was filled with rage. Who had hurt his Y/N? George's heart was pounding as he knelt down next to Y/N, taking in their bloody face and bruised body. How could anyone hurt them like this? And why?

George turned to the group of students, filled with righteous anger. "Who did this?" he roared, his voice echoing through the hall. The students who had gathered around Y/N scattered quickly, afraid of his wrath.

George turned back to Y/N, determined to take care of them. "What happened?" he asked, his voice gentle despite his rage. "Who hurt you?"

George gently examined Y/N's wounds, searching for clues as to who had attacked them. George's mind raced as he wondered who could be behind the attack. He had to figure it out fast, before Y/N was hurt again.

George turned to Y/N, his expression dark and determined. "I swear, I will find out who did this to you," he said, his voice resolute. "And when I do, they will pay for what they have done."

Y/N coughed and opened their eyes, and for a moment they didn't seem to register who was standing over them. But as they slowly came to their senses, they saw George and felt the fury in his eyes.

"It was a Slytherin," Y/N said quietly, coughing up a bit of blood. "They-they had a knife."

George felt his heart drop as Y/N told him what happened. He felt his anger bubble up again, and he knew he would make the Slytherin who had hurt them pay.

George gently helped Y/N to their feet, supporting them as they walked to his dorm. Y/N was still weak from their injuries, and they leaned heavily on George for support.

George's heart was racing as he led Y/N into his dorm, eager to get them somewhere safe. Once inside, he helped them onto his bed and made sure they were comfortable before leaving the room to find the Slytherin who had hurt them.

George burst out of his dorm, scanning the halls for the student who had tried to kill Y/N. He was determined to make them pay.

George searched frantically for the Slytherin who had attacked Y/N. He burst into the Slytherin common room and combed through the crowd of students, looking for anyone who matched the description Y/N had given him.

After frantically searching for a while, he finally spotted the student. They were standing alone near one of the large windows, staring out at the grounds below.

George knew what he had to do, and he didn't hesitate. He stormed over to the Slytherin and grabbed them by the collar, shoving them up against the wall.

George's hands were trembling with rage as he pressed the Slytherin up against the wall. They were the person who had attacked Y/N, and now they would pay for it.

The Slytherin tried to fight back, but George was too strong. He held them up, squeezing their collar with one hand

...and punching them in the face with the other. The Slytherin's eyes widened as they felt George's fist connect with their face, and for a moment they were helpless to fight back. Then, they lashed out at George, trying to free themselves from his grasp.

But George was too angry to let go. He hit the Slytherin again and again, determined to make them feel the pain they had inflicted on Y/N. The Slytherin was bruised and bloody by the time George was done, but he didn't stop.

George's rage had consumed him and he had lost all sense of reason. He continued to pummel the Slytherin with his fists, not caring about the damage he was inflicting. Blood spattered across the ground as he landed blow after blow and the Slytherin's face was quickly turning into a bloody mess

The Slytherin tried to fight back but George was too strong. He had a fierce determination in his eyes that made him seem almost inhuman. He didn't stop until the Slytherin was lying on the ground barely conscious and covered in bruises

George stood over the Slytherin's prone form, breathing heavily. He felt a sense of satisfaction wash over him as he looked down at the broken body beneath him. He had made sure that the Slytherin would never forget the lesson he had learned today.

"You disgust me," he spat, before turning on his heel and walking away. The Slytherin lay there for a few moments before slowly getting up and stumbling away, humiliated and defeated.

As George walked away, he couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction. He knew he might had gone too far but he had avenged Y/N's honor, and made sure that the Slytherin would never mess with them again.

George finally ceased his attack, leaving the Slytherin a bloody mess on the ground. He took a deep breath and tried to calm down, feeling a surge of guilt washing over him.

Then he thought of Y/N, and the guilt vanished. That Slytherin had tried to hurt the person he cared about, and they deserved every bit of the punishment they had received.

He made his way back to his dorm room, entering to find Y/N still lying on his bed, looking very pale and shaky. He rushed over to their side and knelt down next to them.

Y/N looked up at George with weary eyes, their face still covered in blood. They tried to push themselves up, but they were too weak, and George helped them back onto the bed.

Y/N's face was bruised and swollen from their attack, and their eyes were clouded with tears. George felt his heart break as they started to cry, realizing how badly he had failed to protect them.

George's guilt came flooding back as he took Y/N's hand in his own and tried to comfort them. "I'm so sorry," he whispered, his voice trembling.

Y/N looked up through their tears, and George could see the fear in their eyes. They had been attacked, and now they felt powerless and afraid. George felt his heart break for them, realizing the pain they must be feeling.

George caressed Y/N's cheek with a tender hand and leaned down to kiss them gently on the forehead. His lips brushed against their skin, and for a moment he was lost in their warmth. Y/N closed their eyes, their breaths trembling as they savored the comfort of George's touch.

George could feel Y/N's heart beating rapidly as he continued to caress their cheek with a gentle hand. He wanted to give them everything he had. To heal the wounds inflicted on their body and their soul. And with a determination that he didn't know he had, he softly brushed his lips against their own.

Y/N's heart fluttered in their chest as they tasted George's love for the first time. A wave of heat rushed through their body and they pulled George close, finally giving in to the feelings they had been hiding for so long.

George couldn't believe it. Y/N was kissing him back, sharing the same feelings he had been carrying in his heart for so long. And as they continued to kiss, it was like a dam breaking. All the love he had kept hidden inside finally came rushing out and he poured every ounce of himself into the kiss.

As they pulled away, they both gasped for breath and stared at each other. It was as if the entire world had disappeared and there was only Y/N and George. His eyes locked on theirs and he felt the whole Universe within their gaze.

As George and Y/N stared into each other's eyes, all their repressed emotions came rushing forward and they kissed again, this time with even more passion than before. They couldn't get enough of each other, and as they kissed, the walls between them crumbled into dust.

Their hearts were beating in sync, their breath mingling in the air. George felt the weight of the world lift off his shoulders and he knew at that moment that he had found his soulmate. Y/N was the person he wanted to spend the rest of his life with, and he would never let anyone hurt her ever again.

[grangerhater]

masterlist !!

golden era

harry potter:

unveiling hearts (best friends to lovers, fluff)

remus lupin:

a game of taboo (professor x student, smut)

fred weasley:

so beautiful and vulnerable (smut)

george weasley

who did this to you (enemies to lovers, hurt/comfort)

draco malfoy

mine,always (enemies to lovers,smut)

blaise zabini

unlikely friendship (stranger to friends, fluff)

marauders era

james potter

since third year (friends to lovers, fluff)

tom riddle

he hit me and it felt like a kiss (toxic, implied abuse, hurt no comfort)

[grangerhater]

UNVEILING HEARTS

pairing: Harry Potter x reader

warnings: alcohol consumption

synopsis: In a world where Voldemort doesn't exist, you and Harry Potter have been best friends for years. As your final year at Hogwarts approaches, a party brings forth unexpected confessions.

fluff, best friends to lovers

The Hogwarts grounds were adorned with colorful decorations as the final year students prepared for the grand end-of-year celebration. Among them, you and your best friend, Harry Potter, were buzzing with excitement. You had been inseparable since your first year, forging a bond that had only grown stronger with time.

As the evening of the party approached, you couldn't help but feel a mix of anticipation and nervousness. You had been harboring deeper feelings for Harry, but the fear of jeopardizing your friendship held you back. Tonight, however, the magical ambiance and a touch of liquid courage might just change everything.

As the sun set, the Great Hall had been transformed into a dazzling spectacle. Enchanted lights were dancing overhead, and music was filling the air. The atmosphere was electric, as everyone was celebrating the grand end-of-year feast. The food was delicious, the company was entertaining, and the alcohol flowed freely.

As the evening progressed, you found yourself immersed in the festivities. You were laughing and dancing with your friends. As the night progressed, you felt your nerves melting away.

Amidst the crowd, Harry stood out. Your eyes were drawn to him, his eyes sparkling with mischief and his laugh filling the room. You couldn't resist stealing glances at him, your heart fluttering at the sight of his infectious smile.

Tonight was the night to be bold. You wanted to take a chance, to reveal the depth of your feelings for Harry. You took a deep breath, summoning the courage to finally act on the feelings you had harbored for so long. You had to take a shot.

As the night wore on and the drinks started flowing freely, the atmosphere became more relaxed. Everyone was caught up in the joyous energy of the party, including Harry.

You had to admit, he looked like he was having a good time. His laugh, infectious and joyous, filled the room and made him stand out. Your gaze was drawn to him, unable to resist stealing glances his way.

As the night went on, the alcohol continued to flow and the atmosphere grew looser. People were less inhibited, less worried about appearances, and more willing to have fun.

As fate would have it, you and Harry somehow find yourselves sitting together on a secluded balcony, taking a momentary break from the festivities.

The cool night air brushes against your skin, refreshing and invigorating. You can't help but notice how cozy this moment is, so different from the noise and chaos of the party.

You take a deep breath, the air cool and crisp, and listen as the distant sound of laughter drifts through the doors behind you. It's peaceful, the sound of other people's joy fading into the background. In this moment, there's only you and Harry.

You turn to face Harry, your heart beating rapidly. It feels like you're living in a movie, this moment so perfect, like a fairy tale. Harry's enthusiasm is infectious, his voice full of wonder.

"This party is incredible," he says, and you smile, your heart pounding.

"I know, it feels bittersweet," you whisper, your voice shaking slightly. "But I'm grateful for all the memories we've made together. Everything we've been through to get here. It's hard to believe this is our last year at Hogwarts."

Harry's eyes met yours, a hint of curiosity shining through. "Speaking of memories, Y/N, there's something I've been wanting to tell you."

Your breath caught in your throat as you waited for him to continue. The alcohol coursing through your veins made you feel bolder, more willing to dive into the unknown.

"I've known you for so long, Y/N, and you've always been there for me. But lately, I've been feeling something more. I can't ignore the way my heart skips a beat whenever I'm around you. I don't want to risk our friendship, but I also can't deny what I'm feeling."

Your heart soared at his confession, and the words tumbled out before you could stop them. "Harry, you have no idea how long I've been wrestling with the same feelings. You've always been the one who understands me the most, who makes me feel safe. I want to take this chance, to see where this could lead."

Harry's eyes widened, a mixture of surprise and joy dancing in them. "Y/N, are you saying...?"

Before Harry could finish his sentence, the door to the balcony suddenly swung open, revealing Ron and Hermione. Both of them wore mischievous grins that spoke volumes, their eyes settling on you and Harry.

Ron took a step closer, his eyes darting between you and Harry with a knowing smirk on his face. "Ah, there you are," he said, his tone teasing. "We've been looking everywhere for you. It seems like we interrupted something important."

Hermione, standing behind Ron, nodded and gave you both a small, knowing smile. "Well, we'll just leave you two alone then. Carry on."

With a smile, Hermione backed away to give Harry and you some privacy. Ron, however, seemed unwilling to leave. He didn't move, his gaze still locked on both of you. His knowing smirk remained on his face, his eyes filled with mischief.

"Yeah, we definitely interrupted something important," he said, his tone teasing.

As the door closed behind Hermione and Ron, you and Harry exchanged a look that was rich with anticipation. The air was thick with unspoken promises, the tension almost palpable.

Encouraged by both the alcohol and the shared confession, you both leaned in towards each other. Hesitant but curious, your lips met for a tender, intimate kiss. It was a culmination of all those years of friendship, and the feelings of desire and unspoken passion that had brewed within you.

As the kiss deepened, it became more passionate, an explosion of feelings as the weight of your emotions crashed around you like an undertow. Your heart raced as the connection between you and Harry grew deeper, the trust between you growing stronger with each passing second. It was a moment of vulnerability, where your desires, the unspoken passions that had brewed within you for so long, were finally released into the world. It was a beautiful dance between two hearts finally finding their way to each other, the music of your souls harmonizing in perfect sync.

When you finally pulled apart, you found yourself gasping for breath, breathless and wide-eyed. There were so many emotions swirling around inside of you, and you struggled to contain them as you looked at Harry, who was staring at you with awe and admiration.

With his hand gently cupping your cheek, Harry spoke softly, his voice filled with wonder. "Y/N, I've been waiting for this moment for so long. You mean everything to me."

You looked at him, and your heart tumbled within your chest. This was the moment you had both been waiting for.

You couldn't help but smile as you took Harry's hand, your heart swelling with joy. He meant everything to you, all those years of unspoken feelings and quiet desires finally coming together.

Hand in hand, you both returned to the party, the world around you now imbued with a newfound magic. Music and merriment filled the air, the joyful atmosphere contagious as you danced beneath the enchanting lights. The laughter and stolen glances became the soundtrack of your love story. You looked over at Harry, who smiled back, your hearts pounding at the same time. This was perfect, just perfect.

As the night progressed, the alcohol continued to flow, and the inhibitions of those around you began to evaporate like morning mist. The air was filled with a sense of camaraderie, as people gathered around, laughing and sharing their hopes, dreams, and deepest secrets. The music grew louder, the conversation growing more animated as people started to open up and get to know each other better. This was no longer just a party; this was an experience, and you were a part of it.

In the midst of the revelry, you and Harry found yourselves sitting beneath a canopy of stars, the gentle glow of the moon casting a soft light over your faces. The atmosphere was still, as if all the noise and excitement from the party had been sucked into the night sky. You and Harry looked at each other, your hearts beating wildly. It was just the two of you, alone under the stars.

"Y/N," Harry began, his voice slightly slurred, "I've never told anyone this before, but you've always been my inspiration."

You looked at him, your heart racing, wondering where this conversation was heading. You'd been by Harry's side through it all, both of you fighting for the good.

"You make me want to be a better person," Harry continued, his words becoming even more slurred as the night went on. "You've taught me the meaning of bravery and loyalty. You're the reason I want to fight for what's right."

As Harry stumbled over his words, you couldn't help but wonder what he meant. You had been by his side through every challenge, through every battle... and this whole time, he'd seen you as his inspiration? You were at a loss for words, your heart beating erratically.

Harry continued to speak, his voice becoming increasingly slurred as the evening progressed. You could tell he was having a hard time getting the words out, his eyes brimming with emotion. "You're the reason I am where I am today."

Harry slowly leaned in, his lips hovering close to yours. When his lips finally touched yours, a surge of emotion washed over you. The alcohol and the shared confession had created a passionate moment, and you couldn't help but give in to your feelings. Your bodies became one, your tongues meeting in a whirlwind of emotion. This was the night you had both been waiting for, and it was wonderful.

[grangerhater]

A GAME OF TABOO

pairing: professor!Remus Lupin x student!reader

synopsis: it’s against the school principles but it’s just for a night right?

smut

warning: plot, teacher-student relationship, they are both two consenting adults, p in v penetration, nick names “daddy” and “baby” once or twice, spanking

The rain poured heavily outside as Y/N hurriedly made her way through the hallways of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. It was her last year at the prestigious school, and despite the gloomy weather, she couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement. Today was the day she would meet her new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, Professor Remus Lupin.

As Y/N entered the classroom, a warm, inviting atmosphere greeted her. The room was adorned with shelves filled with books, and the crackling fire in the fireplace emitted a comforting glow. Y/N's eyes scanned the room, finally landing on the figure standing by the blackboard.

Professor Lupin turned to face her, his eyes filled with kindness and warmth. He had a tired look about him, as if he carried the weight of the world on his shoulders. But there was an air of wisdom and intelligence that made Y/N's heart skip a beat.

"Ah, Miss Y/L/N, I presume?" Professor Lupin greeted her with a gentle smile. "Please, come in. Take a seat."

Y/N nodded and took a seat at the front of the classroom, her heart fluttering nervously. As the other students filed in, Professor Lupin began the lesson, captivating the class with his vast knowledge and engaging teaching methods. Y/N found herself hanging onto every word, her fascination growing with each passing moment.

Days turned into weeks, and Y/N found herself growing more and more infatuated with Professor Lupin. His calm and patient demeanor, combined with his intelligence, drew her in like a moth to a flame. Yet, she couldn't help but feel a sense of guilt. It was wrong to have feelings for her teacher.

Throughout the lesson, Y/N found herself constantly stealing glances at Professor Lupin. His voice was soothing, lulling her into a sense of comfort as he explained the intricacies of the Patronus Charm. She admired the way he spoke, his words flowing effortlessly and captivating the entire class.

After class, Y/N lingered behind, pretending to gather her belongings as the other students filed out. She watched as Professor Lupin collected his papers, his brows furrowed in concentration. Summoning her courage, she approached his desk.

"Professor Lupin, I wanted to ask you something," Y/N began, her voice barely above a whisper.

He looked up, his eyes softening at the sight of her. "Of course, Y/N. What can I help you with?"

She hesitated for a moment, her heart pounding in her chest. "I... I was wondering if you could recommend any additional reading on the Patronus Charm. I find it fascinating and would love to learn more about it."

A smile spread across Professor Lupin's face as he reached for a nearby bookshelf, pulling out a worn, leather-bound book. "Ah, I have just the thing for you. This is an advanced text on the Patronus Charm. It delves into the theory behind it and provides numerous tips for successful casting. I believe you'll find it quite enlightening."

Y/N's eyes widened with gratitude as she accepted the book. "Thank you, Professor Lupin. I really appreciate it."

"It's my pleasure, Y/N. I am always here for you" he replied, his gaze lingering on her for a moment longer than necessary.

Over the following weeks, Y/N found herself spending more and more time with Professor Lupin. They often engaged in deep discussions about various magical subjects, and their conversations would stretch into the night. Y/N cherished these moments, treasuring the connection she felt with him.

As the months passed, Y/N's feelings for Professor Lupin grew stronger and stronger. She found herself thinking about him constantly, and longing for his company. She couldn't help but feel a sense of guilt, knowing that a teacher-student relationship was taboo, but she couldn't deny her feelings.

One day, after class, well after curfew that is Y/N snuck out of the party that was held in her common room and drunkenly decided to take a chance and admit her feelings to Professor Lupin. She gathered her courage and knocked on his office door, her heart racing.

Unfortunately, her drunken confession came at the wrong time as Professor Lupin had just finished a particularly hard day of work and was resting in his office as he enjoyed his well-earned drink. He wasn't in the mood to entertain any conversations, let alone one with a drunken student, so he ignored the knock on the door and continued sipping on his drink, assuming that whoever it was outside the door would eventually get the hint and leave him alone. But she continued knocking on the door, oblivious to Lupin's intentions and wanting nothing more than to finally tell him how she really feels.

Lupin eventually got up and answered the door, immediately realizing that it was Y/N , and annoyed that this drunken adventure wasn't ending anytime soon. Despite his annoyance, Lupin was still fond of her and knew that she had been having a rough time lately, so he softened his demeanor and asked, "miss Y/N, what are you doing knocking on my door at this time of night?" she sheepishly looked down at her feet as she answered, "I-I wanted to tell you that I have feelings for you." Lupin's expression turned to one of confusion as he asked, "Is this some kind of joke?"

Y/N realized that she had to be serious if she wanted Lupin to take her seriously. She met Lupin's gaze and said in a determined tone, "No, this is no joke. I really do have feelings for you." Lupin's face softened further as he said, " I don't know what to say. I'm flattered, but we can't be together. I'm your professor, and-" she interrupted him, saying, "I'm not asking you to be my boyfriend, I just wanted you to know that I have real feelings for you."

Lupin looked at her, trying to figure out what to say next. He didn't want to hurt her feelings but at the same time, he couldn't ignore the fact that he had always been attracted to her. Eventually, he took a deep breath and said, "Listen Y/N… I can't act on any personal urges I may have for you. It's against school policy -and-"

Y/N interrupted him again as she stepped closer to him, putting her hands on his arms and leaning in closer. "So you're saying you're attracted to me too?"

Lupin felt his face blushing as the tension mounted between them. "I can't -", he began to say but was stopped as she leaned in closer to him, bringing her face close to his. Lupin couldn't ignore the fact that she was looking at him with such desire. He took a deep breath and said, "This is not the smartest thing either of us could do, but..”

He led her inside and locked the door behind them. He pushed her against the wall, eager to fulfill their unspoken desires. Y/N couldn't believe that her night of liquid courage had paid off, but she knew that she wanted Lupin more than anything in the world at that moment.

As Lupin kissed her with all the passion he had been suppressing for so long, her heart raced with emotion. She wrapped her arms around Lupin's neck and let him take control of the situation. Lupin gently pulled her robes off as he kissed her neck and began to explore her body. Despite his initial reservations, he couldn't deny that he wanted to be with Y/N in this moment. He moved his lips down to her neck, kissing and sucking gently as he made his way down her body. She let out a soft moan of pleasure as Lupin's lips brushed against her sensitive skin.

He continued to explore her body with his mouth, devouring her sensitive skin with his kisses. As his hands groped her curves, Y/N felt her pleasure grow and she responded by running her hands through Lupin's hair, pulling him closer and pressing herself against him. Lupin was feeling more aroused than he had in years and he finally forgot about his worries and concerns. His focus was now completely on the woman in his arms and the joy she was bringing him in this moment.

Lupin and Y/N’s passion intensified as they kissed and groped each other, their bodies pressed tightly against each other. Lupin knew that what he was doing was wrong, but he was beyond the point of worrying about rules or consequences. He wanted Y/N and he was going to have her no matter what. her moans of pleasure grew louder as Lupin increased the intensity of his kisses, running his hands over her body and squeezing her curves. Y/N was lost in a state of blissful pleasure that was overwhelming and she knew that she never wanted it to end

His hands moved down to Y/N's panties, pulling them off to reveal her wetness. He slid a finger inside her causing her to moan louder. Y/N reached down and unzipped Lupin's pants, freeing his hard member. She stroked him, making him groan in pleasure. Lupin positioned himself between her legs and entered her slowly at first, but then picking up speed. They moved together in perfect harmony, their passion intensifying with every thrust.

Lupin grabbed Y/N's hair and pulled it back, exposing her neck. He bit down on it leaving a mark. Y/N moaned in pleasure, the pain only adding to the pleasure Lupin's thrusts became rougher and more aggressive, making Y/N scream with pleasure. He spanked her ass, leaving it red and raw. They were both lost in a world of rough intense pleasure with nothing else mattering but the ecstasy they were feeling

Lupin continued to spank Y/N's ass, each hit sending waves of pleasure through her body. She begged for more, wanting to feel the pain and pleasure mix together. Lupin obliged, hitting her harder and harder until she was screaming in pleasure. He pulled out and flipped her over entering her from behind.

Lupin continued to thrust into Y/N, his hands gripping her hips tightly. She moaned and cried out calling him "daddy" in a moment of intense pleasure. Lupin's desire for her grew even stronger at the sound of the nickname, and he pounded into her harder and faster until they both reached the peak of ecstasy together.

He growled in pleasure as he continued to thrust into Y/N with rough, intense strokes "You like it rough, don't you, baby?" he asked his voice filled with desire. Y/N moaned in response, her body shaking with pleasure. "Yes, daddy," she replied, her voice filled with need. Lupin's thrusts became even rougher, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room

he whispered dirty words into her ear, telling her how much he wanted her and how he was going to make her come. Y/N's moans grew louder and more intense as he continued to pleasure her with his rough, skilled hands

Lupin continued to thrust into Y/N with rough, intense strokes until he finally reached his peak. Lupin's climax was intense, his body shaking with pleasure as he came inside her with a groan. They both collapsed onto the bed exhausted and satisfied with their experience. The room was filled with the sounds of their heavy breathing.

Lupin pulled Y/N close to him and whispered in her ear, "That was amazing, baby" Y/N smiled up at him, feeling content and satisfied. "Yes, it was," she replied, her voice filled with pleasure. They both knew that what they had just experienced was something special, something that they would never forget.

[grangerhater]

UNLIKELY FRIENDSHIPS

pairing: blaise zabini x gryffindor!reader

synopsis: a snob like Blaise and an introvert like y/n could never be friends, yet the form a bond in which they both learn and grow

platonic

The Great Hall was bustling with students, their voices echoing off the high ceilings as they chatted animatedly over breakfast. Amongst the crowd, Blaise Zabini sat at the Slytherin table, his dark eyes scanning the room with an air of superiority. He held himself with confidence, his posture impeccable, as he engaged in conversation with his equally posh friends.

Meanwhile, tucked away at the far end of the Gryffindor table, sat Y/N, a shy and introverted student. Their eyes were downcast, focusing on their plate of food as they ate in silence. Y/N was content to blend into the background, avoiding attention and unnecessary interactions. They were used to being overlooked, and it suited them just fine.

Blaise caught a glimpse of Y/N sitting alone, their nervousness evident in the way they fidgeted with their silverware. He couldn't help but feel a twinge of curiosity about them. Their reserved nature stood in stark contrast to his own outspoken personality. Blaise found himself inexplicably drawn to the mystery that surrounded Y/N.

Determined to satisfy his curiosity, Blaise decided to approach Y/N. He smoothly made his way towards them, his presence commanding attention as he towered over their small figure. Y/N tensed up, feeling a mix of anxiety and disbelief that someone like Blaise Zabini would even acknowledge their existence.

"Hello there," Blaise said, his voice laced with a hint of arrogance. "I couldn't help but notice you sitting here all alone. Mind if I join you?"

Y/N's heart raced, their mind struggling to process the unexpected encounter. They managed to nod, barely audibly, and Blaise took a seat across from them. The silence between them was palpable, each lost in their own thoughts.

Blaise, unaccustomed to the quietude, decided to break the ice. "You know, most people would jump at the chance to have a conversation with me. Yet, here you are, seemingly disinterested in my presence."

Y/N's cheeks flushed with embarrassment. They were well aware of their introverted nature and the difficulty they faced in social situations. The last thing they wanted was to draw attention to themselves, especially from someone as confident and popular as Blaise.

"Sorry," Y/N mumbled, their voice barely audible. "I'm just not good with talking to people."

Blaise's eyes softened momentarily, a flicker of understanding crossing his face. "Well, perhaps I can help you with that. Consider it a challenge."

Y/N looked up, their eyes meeting Blaise's intense gaze. They had no idea what he meant by a challenge, but there was something intriguing about the proposition.

"Alright," Y/N whispered, their voice gaining a bit more confidence. "I'm willing to give it a try."

And so, Blaise began a journey of guiding Y/N out of their shell. He took the time to learn about their interests, coaxing them to share their thoughts and opinions. Slowly but surely, Y/N started to open up, their shyness giving way to a newfound sense of self-assurance.

As the weeks went by, Blaise and Y/N formed an unlikely bond. Blaise's snobbish exterior gradually melted away, revealing a kind and patient side that Y/N hadn't expected. Blaise, in turn, discovered the joy of genuine connections rather than superficial ones.

One day, as they sat beneath a large oak tree by the Black Lake, Y/N found the courage to express their gratitude. Looking up at Blaise, who was seated on the grass next to them, they said, "Thank you, Blaise. You've helped me grow so much. I never thought I'd be able to have conversations like this. Before we met, I was so shy and insecure that I could barely talk to anyone. But you never made me feel like I was strange or different in any way. You always accepted me for who I am, and that has made all the difference."

Blaise gave them a soft smile, his eyes crinkling kindly as he looked down at Y/N. "The pleasure is all mine," he said. "You know, Y/N, before we met, I was pretty wrapped up in my own world. Being popular, being the life of the party, always getting my way; that was the only thing that mattered to me. I never really stopped to appreciate the little things in life, what really mattered and made me happy. But being around you has taught me the value of patience and understanding. I've come to realize that there's more to life than just appearances”

As Blaise spoke, Y/N's heart swelled with happiness. They could hardly believe that they had found acceptance from someone like Blaise—one of the most popular and confident students in the whole school. Before meeting him, Y/N had always felt like an outcast, like they didn't belong. But here they were, enjoying a moment of genuine connection with someone who had come to understand them and accept them for who they were.

As the sun set on the Hogwarts grounds, casting a golden glow over the pair, Blaise and Y/N sat in comfortable silence, content in each other's presence. Their journey together had transformed them both, proving that sometimes, the most unlikely friendships could blossom from the unlikeliest of circumstances.

[grangerhater]

SO BEAUTIFUL AND VULNERABLE

pairing: Fred Weasley x fem!reader

synopsis: Fred has always been teasing you but he finally gets what he wants

smut

warnings : p in v penetration, blowjob, edging, fred is rough

"What do you want, Fred?" you spat, looking Fred up and down. "Are you trying to pick a fight or something?"

Fred narrowed his eyes. "Why? Do you wanna start one?" he taunted back, taking a step closer.

y/n stood her ground. "I'm not scared of you," she said, not backing down.

Fred let out a cocky smile. "Oh, really?" he asked, taking another step forward. "Why don't you show me how tough you really are?"

"As if I have anything to prove to you," Y/N said, rolling her eyes and turning away. "You're not worth my time."

Fred grabbed Y/N's arm, pulling her back around to face him. "I'm not so sure about that," he said, his voice dangerous. "You've got something I want."

Y/N felt her heart race as she looked into Fred's cold eyes. "What do you want?" she asked in a shaky voice.

Fred leaned in closer, so that his face was only a few inches away from hers. "You," he whispered.

you rolled rolled eyes “leave me alone fred i have places to go”

You and him never got along, he would always tease you but it wasn’t friendly. You hated it because you were so attracted to him but you were repulsed by him at the same time. You wanted to murder him when he would insult you but every time he nudged you as he walked past it would make you blush.

You tried to move away, but Fred held on tight, his grip strong. His face was so close to yours, your noses almost touching. You felt his breath on your skin, and you could feel the tension in the air. Your heart was racing and your mind was filled with feelings of disgust and attraction.

"You can't just run away," Fred said, his voice husky. "Not this time."

You could feel his hand tighten around your arm, and you knew you were in trouble. You tried to pull away again, but his grip was too strong. What were you going to do now

"You know you like it," Fred whispered, his voice deep and seductive. You felt your body responding to his touch, despite everything you wanted to resist. You knew it was wrong, but you couldn't help wanting him.

"Please, just let go of me," you begged, your voice shaky.

Fred laughed. "Why would I do that?" he asked. "I think I'm starting to enjoy this game." He tightened his grip on your arm, and you could feel his breath on your neck. You were afraid, but also strangely excited.

As Fred's hand caressed your neck, you could feel chills running through your body. Your breath caught in your throat as your pulse quickened. You knew you should push his hand away, but there was something about the way he touched you that felt so good.

You closed your eyes and leaned into his touch, enjoying his sensual caress, knowing that it was wrong. But in that moment, you couldn't help yourself from wanting more.

Fred smiled and leaned in even closer, breathing softly on your ear. "Don't fight it," he whispered.

Fred's hand moved lower, until he was touching you in places you had never been touched before. You gasped and tried to pull away again, but his grip was firm and he wouldn't let go. You knew you should resist, but every touch of his felt like electricity running through your body. You were overwhelmed by a wave of pleasure, and you couldn't help but give in to his touch.

Fred leaned down and kissed you passionately, and you responded in kind. You couldn't believe what you were doing, but you couldn't help yourself. You were trapped in the grip of desire.

Your bodies pressed against each other, your breath coming in ragged gasps. You were so caught up in the moment that you didn't notice Fred's other hand moving up your leg. He started to slide it under your skirt and you tensed up, realizing that he'd gone too far.

But Fred didn't stop. He was too lost in his own pleasure to notice your discomfort. He kept going, inching his hand higher and higher until he was touching you in places you never thought would be touched. You knew you should stop him, but you were too overwhelmed by pleasure to do anything.

You felt your legs weaken, your body unable to resist his touch. You wanted him to stop, but you couldn't make yourself push him away. All you could do was lie there, frozen in shock and pleasure.

Fred kept going, his hand exploring every inch of your body. You were helpless under his touch, your body responding in ways you never thought possible. You couldn't believe what was happening, but you wanted it to continue.

Suddenly, Fred stopped and pulled away, leaving you gasping and panting for air. He looked at you with a cocky smile, and you felt your face flushing with embarrassment

Fred laughed "Did you enjoy that?" he asked You were too dazed to answeryour body still quivering with pleasure. Your heart was still racing and your mind was still foggy from the overwhelming feeling of desire. You wanted to push him away, but you couldn't find the strength. Fred reached out and touched your face, his fingers gently caressing your cheek "Look at you" he said, his voice soft "So beautiful and so vulnerable"

Fred leaned in and kissed you deeply, his tongue exploring your mouth You moaned softly, your body responding to his touch He pulled away from you and smiled. "I think you're going to enjoy this" he said, before leaning in to kiss you again

Fred pushed you down onto the bed and began to undress you, his hands exploring every inch of your body. You moaned softly as he kissed your neck, his fingers teasing your nipples. He slid his hand between your legs, finding you already wet with desire"You're so wet" he whispered, before sliding a finger inside you. You gasped at the sudden intrusionyour body arching off the bed Fred continued to finger you his thumb rubbing your clit. You moaned his name, your body trembling with pleasure

Fred growled as he pulled his finger out of you, flipping you onto your stomach. He yanked your hips up positioning himself at your entrance Without warning he slammed into you, making you scream in pleasure. He pounded into you hard, his hands gripping your hips tightly. You begged for more, your body craving his rough touch.

Fred flipped you over and spanked you hard, leaving red marks on your skin. You moaned in pleasure craving more. He grabbed your hair and pulled you towards him, kissing you hard "You're such a dirty little slut" he growled before slamming into you again You screamed in pleasure your body shaking with desire. Fred continued to pound into you his rough touch driving you to the edge

Fred grabbed your hips and slammed into you harder and faster his rough touch driving you to the brink of overstimulation You moaned in pleasure, your body shaking with desire. Fred continued to pound into you relentlessly, his hands gripping your flesh tightly. You felt yourself building towards a powerful orgasm, your body trembling with anticipation

Fred flipped you over and entered you from behind his rough touch driving you wild with pleasure He grabbed your hair and pulled you towards him his breath hot against your neck. You screamed in pleasure as he pounded into you harder and faster, your body quivering with desire

Fred grabbed your hair and pulled you towards him, his breath hot against your neck. He teased you bringing you to the brink of orgasm before stopping. He pushed you down onto your knees and thrust his cock into your mouth, his rough touch driving you wild with desire. You sucked him hard, your tongue swirling around his shaft. Fred groaned in pleasure, his hands gripping your hair tightly. He continued to tease you, bringing you to the brink of orgasm again and again before finally allowing you to come

As you lay on the bed, your body still shaking from the experience, Fred slowly sat down next to you. He looked at you, a grin on his face, as he ran his hand gently along your skin.

He moved closer, inching towards your face until his lips were just a breath away from yours. You felt your body responding once again, your heart racing as the familiar sensation of desire began to flood through you.

With that, Fred kissed you passionately, and you responded in kind. You lost yourself in the moment, letting go of all your worries and enjoying the feeling of being with Fred.

When it was over, you lay together in the silence, catching your breath and trying to process what had just happened. You were overwhelmed with feelings of guilt and shame, but at the same time you felt a rush of exhilaration and excitement. Even after everything you had done, you couldn't hate Fred. There was something about him that kept you coming back for more. You had lost yourself in the moment, and now you were left to pick up the pieces. You weren't sure what the future held, but one thing was certain - whatever happened next, with Fred, would be worth it.

You and Fred lay in bed together, your breathing finally returning to normal. The air was thick with the tension of what had just happened, neither of you ready to break the silence.

After a few moments of silence, Fred turned to face you. "So," he said slowly, "what now?"

You looked at him, a million thoughts running through your head. You knew you should say something, but you didn't know what. You felt confused, and ashamed, and yet you couldn't deny the attraction you felt for him.

"What do you want?" you finally said, your voice shaky.

[grangerhater]

SINCE THIRD YEAR

pairing : james potter x reader

synopsis : you are drunk at a gryffindor party and you can’t stop thinking about your years long crush on your best friend

fluff

I'm in the midst of a party at the Gryffindor common room. The room is filled with students celebrating the end of the year. I spot James across the room, and my heart flutters. We've been friends since first year at Hogwarts, but I've always had a little crush on him.

As the party rages around me, I can't help but think about James. He's smart, funny, and kind. Plus, he's always been there for me, no matter what. As I watch him talk to a group of students, I feel a lump in my throat. Could he possibly like me too?

As I sit at the party, my head spinning from too many drinks, my thoughts drift back to the first time I felt something for my best friend.

It all began one sunny afternoon in the Gryffindor common room in third year. I was sitting on one of the plush armchairs, engrossed in a book, when James sauntered over, a mischievous glint in his hazel eyes.

I looked up as James approached, immediately noticing his mischievous glint in his hazel eyes. "Hello there" I said with a small smile. I wasn't surprised to see him approach. We'd been friends for years, and it seemed like he was always up to something fun. "What's up?"

Suddenly, James snatched the book out of my hand and ran away. I let out a surprised gasp and sprang to my feet, ready to chase after him. "That was my book!" I exclaimed, laughing as I ran after him out of the common room and down the stairs. This was going to be a fun game of catch, I just knew it.

My heart was pounding as I tried to keep up with James' long stride. "Give me back my book!" I cried, laughing as I tried to close the distance between us. He had a step on me, though, and he was teasingly out of reach.

I felt a pang of frustration as James slowed his pace, just to taunt me. I redoubled my efforts and managed to close the gap, finally grabbing his arm and pulling him to a stop. I was breathless, but victorious. "I got you!" I grinned, clutching my book tightly to my chest.

James laughed, reaching out and gently tickling the underside of my chin with his fingertip, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "I'll keep the book as ransom until you give me a kiss," he said, raising an eyebrow. I felt my face flush with embarrassment, but I knew that if I wanted my book back, I'd have to play along. So I leaned in and gave him a quick peck on the cheek, trying to ignore the way his breath caught in his throat.

I pulled away, feeling the heat rise in my cheeks as I waited for James to respond. He was silent for a beat, then he smiled again and handed me my book. "It was worth it," he said, leaning in to whisper in my ear. My heart skipped a beat as I felt the heat of his breath on my neck. He was so close, I could feel his heart pounding against mine. I had to breathe in slowly and clear my head before I could respond.

I nodded nervously, trying to keep my emotions in check. I couldn't deny that there was a spark between us, and this was just the latest in a long string of playful flirtations between us. I wanted to say something clever, to let him know that I felt the same way, but I couldn't seem to find the right words. So I just smiled back and tucked the book under one arm, trying to ignore the flutter in my stomach.

As I sat down at the party, I couldn't help but smile at the memories that were dancing in my head. It seemed like a lifetime ago that James and I were playing games like that in the Gryffindor common room. Now, we were both adults, but I felt the spark between us was just as strong as ever. I looked across the room and spotted James, laughing and surrounded by friends. I felt a small tug at my heart as I thought about all the years that had passed since that day in third year when we played this game of chase.

My thoughts were interrupted by a familiar voice calling my name. I looked up to see James approaching, a warm smile on his face. He sat down beside me and grabbed my hand, drawing me into a tight hug. "I've missed you" he said softly, leaning his head against mine. I felt the weight of the years drop away as we held each other, the memories of our past and our present colliding in that moment. This was what I had been waiting for all these years, I realized. This was my moment with James, and it was everything I had dreamed of.

As James and I sat together at the party, I couldn't help but think about how perfect the moment was. We had grown up together, shared laughs, secrets, and experiences. We knew each other inside and out, and our connection was undeniable. The years of chasing, flirting, and teasing had finally paid off. Here we were, sitting together at a party, as adults, and my heart was full. I felt happy, comfortable, and at peace, there was no one else I'd rather be spending this moment with.

As the party wound down, James and I found ourselves alone in the common room. The warmth of the night air was tinged with a slight chill, but it was nothing compared to the heat I felt in my heart. We sat together on a comfy couch in the corner of the room, our hands intertwined, just enjoying each other's company. The feeling of his presence felt so familiar, yet new at the same time. I smiled at him, our connection deeper than ever before.

I leaned forward and pressed my lips against his for a brief moment, our eyes still locked on each other. When we parted, there was a spark in James's eyes that made my heart beat faster. I couldn't keep a smile from forming on my lips as he leaned in again for another kiss, his hand still on my arm. This was a moment I would never forget, and I savored every second of our shared affection.

After another moment of tender kisses, James pulled back and rested his forehead against mine. I felt the heat of his body against mine and the smell of his cologne mixed with the scent of his hair. I was so immersed in the moment that I didn't want it to end. As I let out a contented sigh, I felt his hands slip around my waist, pulling me close as his lips met mine for another kiss. No words were necessary. We knew how we felt about each other.

I let myself get lost in the moment, enjoying every second of James's affection. I lost track of the time as we shared another passionate kiss, our hands gently running over each other's bodies. Slowly, I became aware that the common room was beginning to empty and that we might be interrupted at any moment. But that didn't matter. All that mattered was James and I, in each other's arms.

I reluctantly pulled away from James, my breathing still coming in short, irregular breaths. I could barely believe what had just happened between us. The fact that he felt the same way about me and the ease with which we shared our affection, was thrilling. I knew I couldn't keep this moment inside me any longer. "James," I whispered, my hand brushing against his face. "I hope you know how much I've wanted this for so long."

James smiled back at me, his hazel eyes shining in the dim light. "You have no idea," he said, his voice low and rumbling. "Ever since we met, I've dreamed of being with you. I thought one day you'd make your feelings known, but I couldn't wait any longer." He took my hand and pressed it to his chest. "And now, at last, I have you." My heart fluttered as he pulled me closer to him, his arms wrapping around me and his body pressing against mine. The heat between us rose again, and I felt my body responding to his touch.

I let myself relax in James's embrace, my face pressed into his neck. His scent, a mix of cologne and sweat and musk, was intoxicating. I ran my hands over his chest, feeling his warm skin under my fingertips. I wish could stay like this forever.

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omg i love you, once i saw the matches i screamed and giggled, james is actually my favourite, followed by sirius! thank you thank you! also your writing is truly amazing <3

hii congrats on 1k!!

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sorry if i didn’t do this correctly

i am 5’4, tan with long brown hair, i am very chill, sarcastic, blunt yet somehow a people pleaser and have a very close friend circle. My style is pretty minimal (simple mini dresses, jeans and a top, but always wearing a necklace and rings). My hobbies consist of movie marathons, drinking with my girls, smoking and silly dancing to rock music. Oh also i have an unhealthy obsession with pink. I am a Gryffindor and my love language is quality time and physical touch.

that’s it hope i didn’t mess it up! And i love your writing btw 💗

You requested this just fine, darling, don't worry ٩( ^ᴗ^ )۶ and thank you so much for the congratulations and for enjoying my writing!

I ship you with James Potter!

i. james truly appreciates how blunt you are. whenever he did something stupid, you weren't afraid to put things the way the were, plain and simple

ii. that was one of the many reasons why he fell so hard for you. you spoke your mind unapologetically and helped him grow as a person; of course, because he had so much growing up to do, it took extra work to finally have you see him romantically - thankfully, he wasn't one to pick up on sarcasm so your sarcastic remarks never deterred him. it was astounding to you but also admirable how determined he was when he had his mind set, especially on you.

iii. he also loved your minimal style because he was able to appreciate your beauty so much more through it. he especially loved your collection of pretty necklaces and rings. they were all potential gifts that he kept a look out for since he, over time, became an expert on your preferred style of jewellery.

iv. "they're pretty," james would say as he admires the rings on your hand before directing his attention to your necklace and subconsciously leaning in closer for a better look, "your necklace too," he adores how prettily the necklace sits against your smooth skin, tracing the valleys of your collarbones as you feel a heat creep up your neck to your cheeks. "take a closer look, my don't you?" he doesn't pick up on your sarcasm and takes your words as an offer to lean closer, "JAMES! AHH!" you shout when his breath tickles your neck, "Oh! S-sorry, love,"

v. he wants to go drinking with you and the girls too but you have to explain that its a 'girls night' for a reason; it's girls only so he can't come. he thinks that if he pulls enough sad eyes at you, you'd give in but you remain strong and leave him with a soft kiss on the lips and a promise to be back soon. he's on standby for when you want to come home but are too wasted to even make it out the pub/bar. he takes very good care of you when you arrive home as well as when the next morning comes and you're hung over as all hell. you bet you're being served breakfast in bed with a side of painkillers and lots of water!

vi. james asks to borrow sirius's rock music vinyls so that he can do silly dancing with you and pull giggle after giggle from your pretty lips. your laugh has to be one of his favourite sounds in the world

vii. he finds it adorable that you dance to rock music wearing all shades of pink. it's a juxtapose that he's grown really fond of. now he associates rock music with pink, which is an odd but similarly suitable fit for the genre ⏤ you made it make sense to him

viii. he hates your smoking habit though. whenever he sees you with a cigarette in your mouth, he pulls the cigarette away, stamps it out with his foot and, just as you're about to rain hell on him, he grabs your face and kisses you deeply. "If you're ever feeling the urge to smoke, you come to me and i'll make you crave something else," ⏤ those were his exact words

ix. you and james are most compatible when it comes to cuddling and wasting the day away in bed together, simply enjoying each other's company while tangled up in each other's arms. he loves giving you small kisses every where he can reach but he's found that every time he gives you a light kiss, you seem to want to cuddle into him more and more; he'd be dead before he doesn't take advantage of that life hack with you

x. honourable mention, i also, lowkey ship you with, sirius black. both lovers of rock music, you both sneak away to attend concerts together and he would wear pink with you, he doesn't care. the two of you choreograph silly dances to your favourite rock songs together and sometimes end up dancing in the halls without the music in the background - it's super cute. he teaches you how to blow smoke rings and you're both often seen shotgunning each other before you finally lean in and kiss each other deeply. sirius also can't keep his hands off you, sexually but also innocently as well. he'd make any excuse just to be close to you because he's so touch starved and appreciates how you lean in close and never complain about his clinginess.