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[draco-dormiens]

THE STRANGEST OF PLACES - Chapter Nineteen

draco x fem!ravenclaw reader / postwar au series

a/n: sorry for the wait guys. its a long one so get a cup of tea x

warnings: swearing, angst, description of harm

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Chapter Nineteen: It's a Purebloods World

As Draco approaches the doors to the Great Hall, he can feel his stomach swirling. McGonagall's unexpected arrival has given him much to think about, especially when she asked, where did it lead you, exactly?

When the entrance to the hall came into view, he saw Astoria just inside, leaning against the archway, the party slowing dying just beyond her. He feels sad at the sight of her, dressed to the nines, undeniably beautiful, and yet waiting for a man who wants anything but to marry her.

She certainly deserved better.

Her head snaps up as he approaches, as if she sensed him there, and her green eyes light up. He was expecting her to be angry, but she seemed anything but that.

"Draco," she says, rushing to his side, her hands lifting her gown off the floor, "is everything alright? You rushed off so suddenly. I didn't think you were coming back."

I didn't plan on, he thinks. How selfish of him.

"Sorry, 'Storia," he mumbles, "there was something I had to do."

"Is she okay?"

Draco furrows his brow at that question, utterly confused as to why she would ask such a thing. Was it that obvious he was running after you?

"W-what do you mean?" he stumbles, and all Astoria does is smile weakly.

"Your friend," she says softly, "that's who you ran after, isn't it?"

Draco feels speechless. Astoria eyes him curiously, awaiting his answer. Perhaps part of her was wishing he would say no.

"She's fine," he eventually said, "I just went to see if she was upset."

"That's good, then," Astoria speaks quietly, looking down at her hands as if disappointed, "you missed most of the ball. It's almost over."

She then looks back over her shoulder, and students are leaving the hall, adults stumbling merrily out into the cold of the night. Draco feels yet another pang of guilt.

"I'm so sorry for spoiling your night, 'Storia," Draco says sincerely, "I honestly didn't mean to."

"Your heart called to you," she said, still looking back at the hall, "nothing more to it, really."

"Really, I am-"

"When I was little," she interrupted, returning her attention back to him, "I had a crush on a muggle boy who lived in our village." Draco was confused at the sudden change in subject, but allowed her to continue regardless, "and I was utterly besotted with him. Well, as besotted as you can be at eight years old," she chuckles sadly, "but nevertheless, I watched him play with his friends in the park just across the road from our house. I would always hear my parents talk about muggles, and how they were lesser than we were, but I just couldn't understand what they meant."

She took a moment to pause, and then wandered over to a stone bench by the wall and sat down. Draco followed suit, cautiously, and took the space beside her.

"I couldn't understand," she repeated softly, "when all I could see was someone so wonderful. His hair was a soft brown colour, and he always wore a green jumper. Maybe that's why I was drawn to him," she pauses once more, "then, one summer afternoon, I snuck out the back garden and followed the path to the park. We played all night long, and neither of us spoke of our origin, or our families. He just invited me to play, as if he had known me his whole life. This muggle, who my parents said were scum, despite living in the very same village as them, accepted me as one of his own."

Draco listened intently, not wanting to interrupt her reminiscing. He could vaguely see where the story was heading.

"The next morning, my mother found out where I had been," Astoria continued, but this time her voice was much more serious, "because the little boys mother had posted a note through our letterbox, inviting me over for dinner. She tore it up in front of me, and banished me to my room for three days. The house elf would push my meals through the gap under my door. Even to this day, I can remember how that felt."

"Why are you telling me this?" Draco asks quietly, but he knew the reason.

"Because that feeling has stuck with me my entire life," Astoria looked across at him, "so, Draco, I understand, to some degree, what you must be feeling... the pain, the anger, the questions of why. But, the truth is, that's just how things are. It's an unwritten rule: purebloods stick with purebloods."

"That shit again," Draco mutters frustratedly, and put his head in his hands, "we just fought a war and yet I'm still being pushed around by the same, stupid ideals."

"Once upon a time, you believed in those same ideals," says the pretty brunette, "you saw no reason to argue against it, did you not?"

"Things are different now."

"You may be, but our families are not," Astoria points out, and Draco heaves a heavy sigh, "our days of freedom were always numbered, Draco. At some point, we were going to be married off. To a pureblood."

"Why are you so okay with this?" Draco then bursts out, getting up from the bench, his face full of frustration, "after what you just told me, you're going to lie down and accept a marriage to appease someone else?"

Astoria laughs through her nose.

"Who said I was okay?" she said, "I have merely come to accept that my voice has no volume," she pauses briefly again, averting her gaze from him, "I'm also aware that your mother is keen to have us marry. My mother wrote to me about a meeting between them recently."

"Great," Draco huffs, pacing with his hands on his hips.

"I understand that is not ideal for you," she says, a hint of sadness in her tone, "I only wish for you to accept it. I have no doubt your mother is the reason you asked me to the ball tonight. Back when we went for lunch that afternoon, I already knew you had fallen for that Ravenclaw girl. I could see it in your face. I didn't expect you to change your feelings from one simple luncheon, and I still don't."

Draco has no words. He's simply run out of things to say, because his voice, too, has no volume. No meaning. No worth. Solemnly he takes the spot beside her once more.

"Did you know then," Draco asks, his voice empty, "about my mother's wishes?"

"I had an inkling," she sighs, "why else would she arrange a lunch for us both. Like I said back then, I was surprised when you agreed... given the circumstance." Her voice trails off at the end, as if she had become caught in her thoughts, "I didn't mention anything to you because I was only picking at straws then... plus, I felt you deserved some more time... to be ignorant."

There was a stale silence.

"And what about your feelings?" Draco says, "sounds like you've been busy worrying about mine."

"That doesn't matter." Astoria says shortly.

"You deserve better than this, Astoria," he then says, in all serious, "you shouldn't have to settle. You deserve to marry a man who loves you."

"That was never an option for me," she said sternly, "you are not a stranger to how these marriages work, and yet you still fight. Why, Draco? We have no cards left to be dealt."

"I can't give you what you want."

"I'm not asking for anything," she turns her whole body to him, and their eyes lock. She really is beautiful... if only he could make himself love her, "all I wish is that you find it in your heart to accept this partnership, because our parents have decided. It's set in stone."

Draco narrows his eyes at the girl before him.

"Do you know something, Astoria?" he queries, and she visibly gulps, "because if you do, I would very much appreciate you sharing it."

She falters. She did know something. Draco suspects she's known a lot more than him this entire time. Astoria shuffles uncomfortably in her seat.

"My mother's letter didn't just speak about the desire for our marriage," she goes on to say, and Draco's eyes are glued to her, "our parents are arranging a dinner, a few days before the end of the school year. A sort of... engagement party."

"A what?" Draco yet again rises from his seat, his voice echoing down the corridor.

"Your mother should be writing you soon," Astoria explains, refusing to meet the fury in his eyes, "I can only assume they expect you to propose on that day."

"This is fucking ridiculous," Draco spits, pacing once more before her, "I can't seriously believe they're plotting behind our backs. Well, at least behind my back. What a fucking joke."

"It's final, Draco-"

"Fuck this," he yells, and throws his fists against the stone wall. Astoria rises quickly, but holds back, not wanting to get in between his rage, "this is such bullshit," Draco slumps against the wall, holding his fist in his other hand. Clearly, he had damaged it somehow. It was silent yet again, the air thick. He was defeated, it would seem. Astoria eyes him carefully, noticing how his shoulders slump. Draco was out of options.

"I've got nowhere left to run, have I?" he mutters helplessly, his voice almost cracking. Astoria moves across the space, and gently takes the hand that had collided with the wall in hers. She soothingly runs a thumb across the visible gashes on his knuckles. He allows her to have this moment of calmness.

"I'm sorry."

"Please, don't be," he says softly, and their eyes meet once more, but this time hers are lined with tears, "we're both in this mess, right? It's not just about me."

"There's a difference, though," she whispers sadly, "I'd be happy to marry you."

"Don't say that," Draco breathes, shaking his head lightly, "I feel terrible enough as it is."

"I mean it," she then lets go of his hand, "I don't expect you to feel the same, and I surely don't expect you to stop loving that girl, but if you can, please try and accept me. That's all I ask."

"Astoria-"

"There isn't much more to say," she turns away from him, as if to leave, "we will no doubt see one another soon. Please, take care of yourself, Draco."

He has no fight left in him. She floats down the corridor towards two girls that had emerged around the corner, no doubt in search of Astoria. Draco remains slumped against the wall, his knuckles throbbing.

"It was Astoria."

Hermione words has swirled in your head ever since she had spoken them. She went on to explain what Edward had told her.

"Astoria approached him, out of the blue," Hermione had said, "somehow she heard that he was thinking of asking you to the ball, so she told him about the dress. Even though it's strange, I don't believe it was done with bad intentions... I think she was trying to help you."

Help you? In what way, exactly. The thought kept you awake most of the night, that and the fact Edward was so kind to you once you had finally returned to him. You sat him down and explained that it wasn't him, he was a lovely boy, you just weren't in the right headspace, and then apologised profusely for leaving him on the dancefloor. He said he understood, and that he had an inkling you may have eyes for someone else. That only made you feel worse. After bidding him a goodnight, he kissed your knuckles and said, "If you ever change your mind, I promise to take good care of you."

And then he retreated to his dorm room.

You weren't sure if him shouting at you would have somehow felt better. The fact that he just accepted it made you feel like the world's most terrible person. For a moment, when Hermione said that Astoria was mixed up in all of this, you thought she might have orchestrated the whole thing, but Edward was genuine. He really did like you.

Which was a shame, really, because you were hopelessly in love with Draco Malfoy, who you were partly dreading seeing again because you knew he'd bring up the kiss, and you weren't entirely sure what to say. You wanted to tell him that it was magical, and that it's only made you love him more, but the reality of it was that it only made things more complicated. As the bright morning sun woke you from your troublesome slumber, you figure you may have slept a grand total of two hours, if that. Groggily, you push yourself up, to see everyone had already left to make the most of the sun.

You wash last night off your skin. Wash his kisses from your face. Really, you had no energy to see people today, but if Draco was looking to talk, you thought it was better to get it over with. Your head was so fuzzy, full of suppressed feelings and a million things you can't say. If he wanted to talk, it was time to get it all off your chest. After pulling on the first thing you came across, you headed down to the common room, where a voice called out to you.

"Y/N," calls Emilie as you pass her, a fellow Ravenclaw student and sixth year, "there's a Slytherin student waiting outside for you. Not sure what she wants. Been out there since breakfast."

She?

"Oh," you sound, still half asleep, your brain not registering who your visitor may be, "uh, thanks, Emilie. I'll go see to it."

Heading for the stairs, you descend the tower to be met with the big oak doors that lead to the rest of the castle. With a light push, they open, to reveal the last person you would imagine standing outside the common room, waiting for you. You almost rubbed at your eyes to make sure you weren't stuck in some twisted dream. Then she spoke, which only confirmed that this was indeed real.

"About time you showed. I think we need to talk."

Astoria stood there, looking like a million Galleons in her everyday clothes. She really must have been there since breakfast, because she looked rather impatient.

"Talk?" you raise an eyebrow, "if this is about Draco-"

"It's not," she cut you off, "well, partly it is. I just think we need to get some clarity."

You don't refuse her, instead you both walk to a more secluded area to speak in private, without gawking eyes wondering what you were doing together. She walked before you, her long, silky brown hair gently swaying as she went. There was a green ribbon keeping it in a neat ponytail, her clothes freshly pressed as if they were straight off the hanger. Astoria stopped before an unused classroom, checked both ways, and then ushered you inside. You followed. As soon as you shut the door behind you, an uncomfortable atmosphere fell over the damp-smelling room.

"I'm not entirely sure how much Draco has told you," she begins, walking to the other side of the room, not facing you. She stops at the window, looking out, "but there is something I think you should know.”

Intrigued and also worried, you walk halfway across the room, swipe your hand across the surface of a dusty desk and perch on it. Astoria was still facing the other way.

"Its you, isn't it?" you then say, and she doesn't respond, "you're the one he'll end up with."

"So, you know that much?"

"It's rather obvious," you say shortly, "his mother arranges lunches, you ask him out for drinks, he asks you to the dance, kind of self explanatory, wouldn't you say?"

Astoria keeps her eyes trained on the outside world. Her voice is bitter.

"I'm not here to argue with you," she says curtly, "we both want the same thing, don't we? We both want Draco to be happy."

Your stomach swirls at the mention of his name on her lips. It almost sounds foreign coming from her, like it doesn't belong on her tongue. You feel a little angry that she is implying her goal is Draco's happiness, because if she is anything like the other purebloods he's told you about, that isn't even on her agenda.

"You care about his happiness?" you almost scoff, "if that's true, then you wouldn't be so compliant about all of this. Or do you ignore his feelings too?"

Astoria spins on her heel, a look of thunder in her face.

"I do care about his feelings, that's why I'm here, talking to you," she takes a deep breath in, and then exhales, calming herself, "you understand what is expected of him, don't you? No matter what your relationship is, he will inevitably go with his parents wishes. That's just what purebloods do."

"Let me guess, I wouldn't know, because I'm half-blood, right?" you narrow your eyes at her, "do you want to know what I think? I think you purebloods care more about your reputation than those closest to you. Draco is in turmoil. He's being forced down a path he hasn't chosen, being pushed into a courtship he didn't ask for, and now you're, what, going to tell me to stay away from him?"

"Exactly," she says, "I'm not a cruel person, Y/N. I understand that this is affecting you just as much, and I'm sorry that you have to go through this, I really am," her voice is sharp, but the look in her eyes is genuine. You feel a stab of pain right through your chest, "but Draco's life is different to yours, there are things he must do, and his love for you is keeping him from doing them," her voice wobbles slightly at the latter part, "can't you see? Keeping this up is only making it harder for him... if you care for him like you say you do, then please... not for me, but for him... call it off. Please."

Call it off. You weren't even together. One kiss in the ladies toilet is all you had to claim.

"Draco and I aren't seeing each other," you then mutter, swallowing the lump in your throat. You couldn't help but notice how she perked up slightly at that, "so, there isn't anything to call off.  I'm not entirely sure why I'm telling you this, but we've been trying to keep our distance, for a long time. Draco knows the repercussions, believe me. He's not stupid. But I can't stop caring about him, that just isn't doable I'm afraid. I made a promise to always be there for him. I won't break it."

"You must," she paces forwards. Now she's closer, you can see the tears lining her eyes, "if his parents ever found out about this, he'd be punished, and who's to say you'd be in the clear? Purebloods are ruthless, Y/N. I'm only trying to help you... you can find someone else, you're smart, pretty," she starts to sound desperate, and you feel slightly sorry for her, "I know it isn't my place, but I care about him... I know the shunning he'll face.... please, Y/N. I'm begging you, because I know he won't. He'll keep fighting if you do."

Tears start to sting the corners of your eyes. You fight the urge to break down, because showing her your weak side was the last thing you wanted to do.

"Astoria," you breathe, "I know why you're doing this, I really do, but it's not that easy."

"Don't you think I know that?" she says bitterly, "I know what it feels like to be shunned for not following the protocol. I don't want that for him," she wipes her eye on the sleeve of her jumper, "besides, you already have other boys that like you."

She looks back out of the window, as if she didn't want to face you. Her words lit a fiery feeling in your chest.

"You mean Edward Chambers, by any chance?" you hop down from the desk and storm over to her, "I hear it was you who told him about the dress I liked. Care sharing how that came about?"

For a moment she doesn't respond, but then her voice, much smaller and weaker, spoke.

"Please don't think I was interfering," she almost whispers, "I overheard some Ravenclaw girls in the bathroom. One of them was crying about Edward turning them down, and then I heard one of them mutter your name and how he never stops looking at you. So, I just thought if you had attention off another boy, then you would-"

"Forget about Draco?" you finish her sentence, and when she turns to face you again, her tears are black with mascara, "because it didn't work, Astoria."

"I know," she sniffles, "it sounds terrible, but please believe me when I say that I was only trying to help you. Far too many people get hurt in these circumstances... I thought I had a chance to save you from it."

She looks a little tired, as if this has been playing on her mind. Her night was ruined last night too. She was left out on the dancefloor, just like Edward. She was right, too many people are getting hurt.

"I'm sorry last night was ruined, it as my fault," you say, leaning against a different desk, "he ran after me, after all. Not that I wanted him to... I'm not trying to make his life difficult."

"I understand," she whispers, "and I know he loves you, Y/N, I can see it in his eyes, but it's that same love that will be his downfall. I'm asking you as someone with the same interests in mind, that you be the one to put an end to this."

Your head is spinning. For some relief, you begin to massage your temples to try and think clearer. Astoria's words make your body feel both tingly and numb. Could he really be in love with you, as you are with him? Is this really all coming down to you?

"I need some time, Astoria," you finally say, "I can't hurt him. I won't. He means far too much to me, do you even know what you're asking of me here?"

"Of course I do," she said, her voice louder, "I'm not heartless, Y/N, I'm no stranger to the weight of what I'm saying here, but we don't have time for you to think. Draco has spent too much time ignoring the inevitable," Astoria huffs, clearly drained, "he'll be mad I've told you, but two months from now our families are holding a dinner, and they are expecting Draco to propose."

Your stomach drops to your feet. Two months. Near the end of the year. That's exam season. Are they serious? The fiery feeling in your chest erupts, and all the suppressed feelings you've been storing away begin to bubble; love, frustration, anger, sorrow. You stand up straight, ready to implode.

"Are they seriously putting that on him? During exams? Graduation?" you snap nastily, "where the fuck do you people get off?"

"This is our life, Y/N," Astoria shouts, "this is how we've been raised, Draco is no exception. In two months time we will be engaged, and before the end of the year, we'll be married. I cannot change that, you cannot change that, and the longer you are in the picture the harder this will be for him. I'm begging you, for the sake of his sanity, let him down gently."

"I love him," you blurt, the words falling out of your mouth like water. Astoria's eyes widen as if horror stricken, "I'm in love with him, and I cannot, will not hurt him, do you understand? The only people causing him grief is you and that pathetic excuse of a family," you breathe heavily, breathless from shouting, "if I'm to do this, I do it my way. Got it?"

Astoria's cheeks are stained with black mascara tears. She takes a moment, but nods stiffly at your terms. She seems too exhausted to fight with you.

"So, you agree to put a stop to your relationship?" she asks quietly, eyes on the floor. You try to swallow the ever forming lump in your throat, and then speak with the last bit of strength you have.

"Draco means everything to me," you mutter, defeated, cornered. Your little haven had been shattered, the delusional hope that something might change had been swallowed whole, and you were left in a dusty, damp room with the man you loves future wife. At this point your life feels like a tragic soap opera, "and I want him to be at peace, and if what you're telling me is the truth, then I guess we're out of options. Draco's too good to go against them, I've known that from the start," the two of you lock eyes once more, both filled with defeat, "I won't ever stop loving him. That's the one thing I will not do."

"I understand," she rushes out, "I know it's the same for him."

You nod, and then turn towards the door. Wiping the tears from your eyes, you want nothing more than to be out of that dingy room.

"I can't promise when I'll do it, but if it's the last thing I can do to help him, I guess I have no choice." You say, empty and lifeless.

"I appreciate it-"

"Don't," you cut her off, "I'm not doing it for you."

With that, you leave the Slytherin girl alone in the classroom, falling back against the door as you close it. You try to take some deep breaths, praying that you can make it back to your dorm without running into him.

As you walk alone, the castle feels different. It's as if the world is somehow much duller than before. The sun doesn't illuminate the giant tapestries, or shine on the marbled floor. The sound of students laughter makes you flinch. The world is a cruel mistress, and you had a front row seat. These corridors that you once ran through, on your way to see his handsome face waiting for you at the top of the highest tower, were now hollow, cold, and most of all, lonely.

If Astoria's words were true, then you really had no chance, did you? There was never a single ray of hope for the two of you. It was always going to end up this way, but it still feels too soon. You hadn't had enough time with him, you still craved for more. To think, you finally had the moment you'd been waiting for, aching for, and now it's being snatched from your hands like it was never yours to begin with. The one memory you'll have of expressing your feelings for him is overshadowed by Pansy Parkinson and the girls loo.

In that moment, you realised you've been living for borrowed time. Every second you spent with him was one second closer to him leaving. You may love Draco Malfoy, but Draco Malfoy was not his own person. He belonged to someone else.

It was a purebloods world, and you were simply living in it.

disclaimer: i do not own hp or any of the characters in this story

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[floraphoenix]

Nightly Rounds (Amit Thakkar x Hufflepuff!Reader)

When Amit got appointed as Head Boy, he was absolutely thrilled. He'd worked so hard, bless him, and he got a fancy title!

But where there's a Head Boy, there's a Head Girl.

And who'd be more fitting than the graceful, intelligent, beautiful Hufflepuff who came crashing into his life in their first year.

He'd be pleased with this fact…

If she wasn't his enemy.

They'd had it out for each other since they met. As nice as she was, she had one hell of a fiery temper, and the amount of snarky remarks he'd received over the years was record breaking.

He'd grown used to her comments, and even gained enough courage to start firing them right back at her.

It never got physical (thank Merlin), but it was mostly sneers and scoffs while passing in corridors, maybe a glare-off from opposite ends of a classroom on occasion.

In summary, they didn’t get on well. And now they were forced to work with each other.

Joy.

….

Amit quite liked doing his nightly rounds of the school. It was silent, apart from the occasional grunt from a portrait, or a crash from the path of destruction Peeves always left. Sometimes it was a bit eerie; sometimes the silence was too loud. But, Amit enjoyed it nonetheless; peace and quiet.

He’d taken up his position outside the library, scanning the corridors of the Faculty Tower, when who should catch his eye but the Head Girl, who was leaning against a bannister and looking rather spiteful. Her pretty mouth was drawn into a bow, a brow raised.

Amit felt his blood pressure rise just a smidge.

“Oh, good,” he breathed, suddenly very tired.

“Same to you.” The girl shot back, kicking off the bannister and striding toward him. “What are you doing here?”

“I’m standing watch, as I usually do, you should know that.” Amit answered simply, gritting out the last line.

“Well, you should know that I’ve been stationed here for the week, which means you can kindly leave.” She gestured down the corridor, motioning for him to leave.

Amit decided he wasn’t going to budge. 

“I, in fact, did not know this information, which gives me the impression that you’ve just made it up.” He folded his arms and narrowed his eyes, watching the Hufflepuff put her hands on her hips.

“Then you’re not as intelligent as you say you are, princess.” She sneered, and Amit rolled his eyes; ‘princess’ had become his nickname after she saw him once in their third year shrieking like a girl while getting chased by an angry flock of Cornish Pixies. She’d hollered and laughed so hard that day she quite literally collapsed to the floor in a fit of giggles, calling him a “damsel in distress”, which only embarrassed Amit further. And thus, the name stuck.

“There was a notice sent out with the rotors this morning,” she continued, ignoring his eye roll, “clearly you’re little Ravenclaw brain didn’t pay attention.”

“If there was a rotor, I would know.” He stated firmly, uncrossing his arms and taking a step forward with clenched fists.

You’d think by now that he’d stop letting her get under his skin, but there was just something so… infuriating about her. She was always there, corridors, classrooms, Great Hall, even the Owlery, he just couldn’t get her out of his head!

Wait.

He couldn’t get rid of her. Yes, that’s what he meant. It’s not like he always thought about her…

The stars had to take up some part of his brain too!

Regardless, he glared down at her as she looked smugly up at him, and he knew she was getting a kick out of seeing him frustrated, but he didn’t look away.

(He couldn’t look away.)

“You seem to overestimate your knowledge, Thakkar,” she wound on, also taking a step forward. They were very much in each other’s personal spaces now but they didn’t seem to care, instead choosing to be quite rude to one another.

“ Please, my knowledge far exceeds yours, and you know it.” He shot back.

Their eyes bored into each other’s, and now it was a competition of will; who will look away first?

“Keep telling yourself that, princess.”

“Oh, will you shut up with that ridiculous name!” 

“Make me!”

Now, Amit couldn’t really tell you why he did what he did; maybe it was the close proximity of the pair; perhaps it was pure rage;

Perhaps she really did consume most of his thoughts.

In a fit of… (we’re not sure. Rage? Frustration? Adoration with a touch of madness?)

In a fit of adoration with a touch of madness, Amit grabbed the Hufflepuff Head Girl by the shoulders and quite literally smashed his mouth to hers. She let out a noise similar to “hmph!” before bringing her hands up to grab the sides of his robes and pushing back by standing on her tiptoes.

Their eyes were still open, and they stared at each other as they kissed, and this only made them more furious in their actions; her tongue tickled his bottom lip, making his eyelids flutter, but he granted her entry all the same. 

Her hands gripped onto his side tighter, which made him drag his own hands up her shoulders, past her neck, resting them on her jaw, pulling her closer in the process. In response, she wrapped her arms around his neck, and now they were impossibly close, joined at the mouth, licking at each other's tongues.

He couldn’t help it; he gave in; he closed his eyes first.

Now this- this was an awfully intimate thing to be doing with one's mortal enemy. But when you’re enamoured by their beauty and actually quite flattered by all the attention they give you… well, there’s your excuse. 

Footsteps echoed through the corridor.

The rate in which the pair separated was quick enough to break the sound barrier. They practically jumped apart, gasping and panting slightly, glancing around for the source of the noise.

Amit failed to notice the Hufflepuff staring alarmedly at his mouth, and was startled when she grabbed his wrist and dragged him under the staircase, pushing him against the wall and out of sight. 

“Wait, why am I hiding? I’m Head Boy.” He whispered urgently, and he noticed just how small the crevice was, and just how hard her hand was pressed against his chest; her fingers balled briefly into a fist, clutching the fabric of his robe, before drawing back.

“Well, princess, I hate to inform you that you’re absolutely covered in lipstick, and I do not want anyone getting the wrong idea.” She whispered hurriedly back, before stepping backwards in hopes of looking relatively relaxed and totally not suspicious at all.

Professor Sharp limped up the stairs, catching sight of the Head Girl and bowing his head in greeting.

“Good evening, Professor,” she said cheerfully, watching him as he pulled his way up the next flight of stairs.

“He’s in a good mood,” Amit commented briefly, sarcasm dripping from his tone, before peeling away from the wall and rushing out of the hiding place, and giving another quick scan of the corridors.

Silence. 

“Didn’t think you had it in you, Thakkar,” the Hufflepuff chuckled, pulling a handkerchief out of her robe and handing it to him. He took it and began wiping his mouth.

“I’m covered in your lipstick, please don’t call me by my last name.” He mumbled, glancing at the hankie which was, indeed, covered in pink smudges. 

“What, prefer ‘princess’?” She quipped, taking the white cloth back and holding his chin with her thumb and forefinger, wiping the last bits of makeup away. “I know I do.”

“You would, because you’re insufferable. And honestly, I didn’t know I had it in me either.”

“Then why’d you kiss me?”

“Because you told me to make you shut up. So I did. Didn’t work though…”

“Ha! Of course it didn’t, you’ve known me long enough to know that something as little as that won’t end my behaviour.”

“Then what if I did it again?”

“Ooh, Amit Thakkar, I had no idea you were such a womaniser!”

“I-I’m not! I just…”

“You just?”

“Nevermind.” Amit shook his head, feeling a flush creep up his neck.

“You just?” She repeated, tilting her head with a knowing smile that made his stomach flip. He swallowed, glancing around, eyes coming to rest on the door to the Prefect’s bathroom.

She followed his eyeline, before turning sharply back to him, a smirk plastered across her pretty face. Quick as a flash, she grabbed his hand and started pulling him toward the door.

Amit followed like a lost puppy, but paused at the door.

“Wait, we’re supposed to be on the night rounds out there.”

“You are, you were right, I was making it up.” She quipped, batting her eyelashes.

Amit gasped exasperatedly.

“You-”

He was cut off by her dragging him down and kissing him full on the mouth once more, letting the door swing shut behind them.

[thejilyship]

not in need of  knight

Hey! So I’ve finally gotten around to using the jily prompt generator that I’ve spent half my life making lol

And yes, I know that it’s been months since I’ve posted anything, but that’s just the way things go. They ebb and whatnot. Enjoy. 

Prompt: 

“If they start something, I’m going to finish it.” James said, crossing his arms over his chest.

“And if it ends with you in the hospital wing?”

“What do you care?”

“Do you really think I’d bother to argue with you so much if I didn’t care?” Lily said, breathing sharply through her teeth.

wc: ~2k

prompt generator 

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She hadn’t planned on going to the library, this is just where her feet had taken her when she’d balled up her fists in anger and stormed off. If she had put a little more thought into it, she wouldn’t have chosen to come here. With about an hour to go until lights-out, the library was full of older students. And that meant that she was likely to run into just about anyone as she marched through her classmates.

She almost tripped over someone’s bag as she turned sharply down a nearly empty aisle, desperate to get out of the center of the room as she spotted the back of Mary’s head. She ducked around an older Ravenclaw, and sidestepped a younger Hufflepuff, and then she was in the back of the library, where the books on divination sat, completely undisturbed, as always.

She glanced over her shoulder, making sure that no one was following her, or watching her, and then she quickly shuffled through a narrow aisle, walking sideways until she made it to the end. There was a wall of books to her left, and in front of her. The only place for her to go from here, was through a narrow opening on her right.

She’d found this place last year, and she’d taken to hiding here whenever things got to be too much, which seemed to be happening a lot more often lately.

Someone had slid a bookshelf against an alcove, leaving only arm’s length of space between the stone pillar and the bookshelf, effectively making a small, secret room in the very back of the library. Once she made it through the aisle, she turned and stepped into the alcove.

There was a window overlooking the Black Lake, a small stone bench that sat under it, and a blanket that Lily had left there from the last time that she’d been here. It was a worn, knit, blanket that she’d nicked from the common room. Its tassels were a faded gold, and frayed from how often Lily had anxiously worried them.

She didn’t sit down on the bench though, she started pacing the length of the alcove, which was barely four steps before she had to turn around and pace back the other way.

She swatted her hair out of her face before she angrily plaited it with the elastic she kept around her wrist.

“Stupid, Rosier.” She muttered, turning to kick the stone bench. A shock of pain shot through her foot. “Stupid, Mulciber,” She kicked it again. “Stupid, stupid, Potter!” Another kick.

That last kick was more painful than cathartic though, so she clenched her fists at her side, and sat down on the bench, glaring at her foot as though it had offended her by being in pain.

Lily was no stranger when it came to big feelings. She had always been a person who felt things fully. 

But anger had never been very familiar to her. 

When it came, it had always arrived in short, chaotic bursts. Gone as quickly as it had arrived. She’d always had a temper, but for the most part, it had a long fuse, and she didn’t misdirect her anger on stone benches or her poor feet.

She was angry now though. More than that, she was angry all the time. She felt as though she’d been angry for most of the year.

“Evans?”

Lily froze, looking up from her foot to stare at the small gap at the corner of the alcove.

“Evans? I know you’re back here somewhere,” It was James, of course it was, and he sounded close. She couldn’t tell which bookshelf he was behind. Someone must have seen her run back here if he knew that she was in the library at all.

Or maybe he just knew where she was because he always seemed to know where she was.

“Come on, Evans,” His voice sounded much closer, and Lily felt her eyes sting because she knew she was about to be caught. She spun around toward the window so she wouldn’t have to look at him when he found her hiding.

“Evans? How in the world did you find this place?”

“I don’t want to talk to you, Potter.”

“I know.”

She refused to turn around.

“I know you don’t want to talk, but I just needed to make sure that you’re alright, didn’t I? I can’t believe that they’d start something like that in the middle of the corridor- a busy corridor-“

“Stop. Please.” Lily closed her eyes and angrily swiped at her wet cheeks. “I said that I didn���t want to talk.”

They were both quiet for a minute and then James was sitting down on the bench next to her.

“You can’t start shit with them,” Lily’s voice was strained.

“I didn’t start anything,” And Lily wanted to roll her eyes. “You know that I didn’t.” His voice was more determined now. Already, he was losing his patients with her. This is why she didn’t want to talk to him, because what were they going to do, but argue about it?

“You weren’t involved, Potter! I had everything well at hand, and I didn’t need you to step in and play knight in shinning armor.”

“I wasn’t playing- Are you taking the mick right now? They were getting in your face, talking the way they were- if you heard them doing that to someone, would you have just walked on by?”

It was different, and he knew that. He was an instigator. His very presence had caused the situation to escalate. Lily was a diffuser, she knew the right things to say to calm people like Mulciber and Rosier down when they got like that. James wanted to fight.

He must have taken her silence as her conceding his point though, because he turned on the bench to face her more fully. “If they start something, I’m going to finish it.” James said, crossing his arms over his chest.

“And if it ends with you in the hospital wing?”

“What do you care?”

“Do you really think I’d bother to argue with you so much if I didn’t care?” Lily said, breathing sharply through her teeth. “You poke and you poke until you find a reason to hex a Slytherin-“

“I heard what Mulciber called you!” James was close to shouting now. “I didn’t do any poking, the bastard-“

“I was handling it!” Lily did shout. She clamped her hand over her mouth and hoped that the musty books surrounding her caught most of the sound. If the librarian found Lily’s hiding spot, she would never forgive James.

They both stood frozen, waiting to see if they were going to be found.

When a couple minutes passed without the shrill sounds of Madam Pince’s stern voice finding them, Lily sighed and slumped against the stone wall behind her.

“I was handling it, James.”

James’ hand went to his hair, and he shook his head. “Why do you think you’ve got to do it all on your own? I know that you could have put both of them flat on their arses, but that doesn’t mean I was gonna ignore what I heard them saying, and it’s not fair that you seem to expect me to.”

It’s different. She thought again. She didn’t know how to explain it to him though, she couldn’t pick the words out of her brain and put them in an order that would make sense to him. He walked around like he was invincible, like nothing could get to him, but she knew that wasn’t true. She’d seen that spell that Severus had used on him last year by the lake before everything had fallen apart, and she knew that he’d perfected it because she’d heard him bragging about it to Avery` in potions.

James was capable, and he was strong, but he was also so good. And throwing a bat bogey hex or a knock back jinx wasn’t going to do much in the face of the dark magic that those boys were studying up. And they might not be at the point where they were openly bragging about wanting to join up with Voldemort and using dark magic in the corridors, but they had used it before. She’d sat at Mary’s bedside after they’d used it on her and listened to Severus tell her that it was just a laugh.

If James didn’t stop, he was going to get seriously hurt. And she wouldn’t let it be her fault.

“I don’t expect you to ignore it, I expect you to not antagonize them. I expect you to back me up, not make the situation worse. When you step in like that- when you pick fights with them, you’re only giving them a reason to retaliate. And what if-“ She wipes at her cheeks again and decides that she has to make this about her getting hurt, and not about him. He’s never cared if his actions cause him to get hurt, but she knows that he would never do anything to hurt one of his friends. “What if the next time they find me, I’m not in a crowded corridor?”

James deflated like she’d taken a needle to a balloon. “Bloody hell, Lily, I’m-“

“No. Don’t.” She interrupted. “I know that you meant well, but I could have done what you did, yeah? Barreling into situations with your wand drawn isn’t the only way to deal with them though. I heard what he called me, I could hear the things they were saying, but attacking them isn’t going to do me any good. Because next time they’ll bring Avery and Wilkes and who knows who else.”

They sit in the quiet again, and Lily took a few deep breaths, watching as raindrops started to tap against the glass.

“They should be expelled. All of them.” James muttered, spinning around so he now faced the window too. “Especially after what happened with Mary last year. And all the shit they keep saying this year.”

“Dumbledore is afraid to radicalize people. If he expels them, then they’re lost. They’ve got no chance to change their hearts.” James scoffed, and Lily agrees, but she can see why Dumbledore keeps them here too. “If Mary had told Dumbledore who attacked her, they would have been expelled.”

“But she couldn’t tell because then Mulciber’s friends would go after her.”

Lily nodded.

James ran his fingers over the blanket that sits between them. “Did you steal this from the common room?”

Lily shrugged. “Maybe.”

“How long has this been your hiding spot?”

“How long have you known about it?” She asked instead of answering. She doesn’t want to bring up what happened by the lake last year.

James smiled at her, though it doesn’t quite reach his eyes. “I’m a marauder, Lily, I know all the castles secrets.”

“That’s a little arrogant of you.”

“Yes, well, I have been told that I have a fat head.” He pushed his glasses up his nose. “You want custard?”

“What?” She narrows her brow and tilts her head at him.

“Custard?” He stands and holds his hand out to help her up. “I swear not to start any fights on the way to the kitchen.”

She took his hand and smiled at him as she let him pull her to her feet. “You mean it?”

“Solemnly.” He promised.

[charmsandtealeaves]

Perspective flip on Benjy Begone for the fic specific asks <3

Now that is a little one shot I haven't thought about for a hot minute. Did you just happen to pick that out of my pinned post by chance? I wasn't under the impression many people read it. I'm curious now!

Benjy Begone was a short 800word one shot prompted by the dialogue: “So…this doesn’t bother you?”

It was mostly told from the perspective of Sirius Black, who drew the short straw of telling James that Lily and Benjy Fenwick were now dating.

Here's a link to the ask game.

I've included a 'Perspective Flip' scene under the cut.

Lily was finally starting to understand the appeal of dating. It was nice to have someone to hold her hand between classes and cast an umbrella charm over her head when it rained on the way back from Herbology. The snogging was an added bonus. What she hadn’t expected was just how quickly her feelings towards her boyfriend Benjy would sour in light of Hogwarts gossip. The rumour they were dating had spread like wildfire within a week of him asking her out, but word had now got back to Lily about something that had happened prior to that. Normally she wouldn’t give in to this kind of thing but if it were true - Well, then Benjy needed a kick up the arse. 

Getting into the Ravenclaw common room was simple enough. They didn’t use a password like Gryffindor tower, it was easy enough to guess the answer to the riddle. 

“The more you take, the more you leave behind. What am I?” The bronze eagle knocker asked. 

“Footsteps.” Lily responded sharply and the door swung open. 

A few heads turned in her direction as she stalked across the common room, startled to see a Gryffindor so brazenly in their space. But Lily only had eyes for Benjy, he jumped startled by her presence. 

“Lily? What are you doing here?” 

“Did you ask Potter for his permission to ask me out?!” she asked him crossly. 

“I.. um… well…” He stammered looking to his friends for support. That answered that then. 

“No one. And I mean one one other than me gives permission as to who I date or don’t date Benjy. Not Potter, not anybody else. ME. Something you should bloody well know.” She stalked out before he even had a chance to offer a retort or an apology, instead heading straight for her next target in Gryffindor tower. Curfew had passed and the so-called ‘marauders’ weren’t in the common room, which meant there was only one place to find Potter- the boys dormitory. She took the stairs two at a time and didn’t have the forethought to knock as she was so angry. Instead, opening the dormitory door with a sharp bang. 

“POTTER!” she screeched, heading straight for his bed where he lay shirtless and skimming a quidditch magazine. 

“Evans, to what do I owe the pleasure?” He asked cheerfully. 

“I do not need your bloody permission to date anyone! Do you understand me you egotistical-”

“I’m gonna stop you right there Evans.” He raised a lone finger and shot a smirk at Sirius. “I’ll tell you the same thing I told him. It’s frankly none of my business who you choose to snog unless it’s me. I couldn’t care less.” 

Lily flushed bright crimson. “Yes. Well. Just so you know.” She left blustering furiously listening to James let out a hearty chuckle.

[demoiselettes]

Morning dear ! ( is it okay if call you that? )

Can i get a match up?

My name's Scarlett I have long green ( dyed ) hair with a "caramel - color like skin tone" I have blue eyes and im fairly skinny yet chubby. I'm Pansexual And Genderfluid;

I'm an isfj, my house is ravenclaw

I like, Cats, anything blue, flowers and peace

Dislikes: Crowded spaces and the dark

I have asthma ( diagnosed by a proffesional )

My personality is well um.... I tend to switch moods all the time i could be crying from. Angry and angry to anxious and anxious to happy. But lets ignore that pls- im very kind and caring to the ones i love ( i will punch anyone who hurts them. ) and also clueless, to sum it up i dont know how to do basic things, like... cooking. How to hold a BROOM ( yes ik thats stupid )

If i get close to someone their gonna die from clinginess, oh their walking? Mission: send hugs to them until they cant breathe

Oh they like chocolates? Well im broke so im gonna beg my mother to buy me all the chocolates in the store

My hobbies are: watching movies, painting, reading books ( mostly fantasy ones ) and roleplaying

My pronouns are any ( as long as you're kind )

Most people call me ali ( my middle name they're to lazy to say scarlett )

And that's it honestly!

Hope you do my request^ ^

Eventide

I match you with Kyojuro Rengoku!

A/n: sure you can! I love nicknames XD

•The two of you make make Mitsuri squeal so much Obanai is worried.

•Oh, you’re clingy? Not a problem! Because Kyojuro would die to get even one hug from you so if you keep trying to hug him, it’s a win-win.

•His greetings come in the forms of hugs, head pats and nose bops.

•Like, say you two haven’t seen each other in a while, when you do meet, he’s gonna rush at you like sonic and tackle you with a hug

•He absolutely adores it when you give him gifts, and then he gifts you something back and then..it’s a competition to see who can gift the loveliest present to the other to show their love.

•You can’t cook? Haha he cools for you. literally anything you ask him to. Sometimes they may be slightly burnt but oh well

•And Senjuro has a really fun time trying to teach you how to cook(if you’re willing to learn of course, otherwise he’s very content simply being in your presence while he cooks). you’re sort of like an older sibling to him!

•Roleplaying? Oh boy he’s gonna be so into that once he learns about your interest in the field.

•Like, literally anything that you wanna roleplay, he’s into it’s a fun way to relieve stress. and goodness does he take roleplaying seriously you might believe you’re actually living the scenario

•He’s always, always bringing back books and brushes for you. What does be want in return? Your smile ugly sobbing

•He doesn’t mind your mood swings. He has a knack for dealing with emotions in a proper way from having to deal with his father, and he’ll most probably never get angry at you for jumping from one mood to another.

•Senjuro and Kyojuro are forever in awe of your hair. I mean, they have flame motif hair themselves but your green hair is so pretty Kyojuro has to resists the urge to run his fingers through them often

•If he meets you after you’ve dyed your hair he might ask you if you’ve been eating only the cherry blossom leaves sakura mochis are wrapped in he used to be mitsuri’s mentor okay

•He loves staring into your eyes. i don’t make the rules.

•He’s super concerned about the fact that you have asthma.

•This dude’s gonna be mother henning around you so much, constantly asking you to take it easy, not to exert yourself, etc.. and visits to Shinobu have become a regular thing because he’s always so worried about your health

•He pinches your cheeks a lot :3

•Brings you flowers whenever he can. whether it be flower crowns or bouquets or flower arrangement pots with each flower having a specific meaning that reminds him of you

•Often brings you to see Mitsuri so that the both of you can fangirl about cats. Meanwhile a very love-struck Kyojuro and equally love-struck but also tired Obanai are just- standing at the back???

•You like peace, he likes peace. and you’re one more reason that encourages him to do his best to slay demons.

•He makes sure to always have a candle lit up in your room at night, and on days when he has to leave on a mission, he makes sure you have enough of those so that you won’t be alone in the dark in your room

•He asks Senjuro to check up on you too, and the boy is more than happy to comfort you in case of any unease

•If you’re out in public, he’ll make sure to hold your hand quite tightly and even more so if it’s a crowded area.

•If you start showing signs of any discomfort, he’ll pull you into a secluded area and wait for you to feel better. during that time he’s gonna be rubbing circles into your back or simply holding you close

•Your happiness and safety are his priorities and the conclusion is that we all need a Kyojuro in our life

[missmeasured]

Chapter 27 The Mud Blood Club

SOTS readers: Good Morning! Everyone else: *author falls to pieces trying to think of an appropriate elevator pitch for my romantic reader insert with no y/n's to trip over.*

New chapter is up on Ao3 and Wattpad

I would be remiss if I didn't tell you how much I rely on @5everus as my beta reader and support system as I waffle about things the night before I post. Without her I would be doubting myself big time. Thanks as ever, Chel.

A preview of everything but the spicy stuff because of course I'm gonna make you click over to read the smut. ;)

Stars on the Staircase - Chapter 27 The Mud Blood Club

The castle I once knew as a school begins to feel like a prison for children far too quickly. The deep dark despair that settles in is all consuming. I do my best to help where I can, but it is not enough. It is by absolute accident that I end up having an absurd amount of students frequently using my chambers as a safe place to hide. It starts slowly, I help the odd student heal a wound sustained by a Carrow here and there.

Then the use of the Cruciatus curse begins. I take these poor souls into my bedroom and help them calm down. We talk it through, then I take the memory of the pain away. I will not take the before or the after. I will only remove the memory of excruciating pain. We can’t risk taking the rest of it, of them not knowing the cruelty of those around them. They need to be aware and ready for the next possible attack. Those who have been put through this are frequently prone to panic attacks. I give these children a password to my room and they hide there if they need to.

With every student I steal horrible memories from I talk about strategies for avoiding conflict, if applicable. Other times, we talk about senseless cruelty. We talk about what it means to be among those who are needlessly inhumane. How it's alright to be angry that the world has taken this turn and it’s okay to be sad. We talk about how to use that energy to protect ourselves from harm. I get them to fuel their grief into the guts behind excellent shields and subtle counter curses.

One by one, a student brings another to see me. After one particularly brutal class I have five muggle born students sitting around my too small sitting room. The absurd amount of cushions on my furniture has become useful as seats on the floor when there are too many children to fit on the furniture.

By the next week there are fifteen from different years all stopping in, between classes, to support each other. I’m far enough up the base ramparts of the astronomy tower that I am out of the way. It means they shouldn’t be able to pop in and yet they do. I am also out of the way of the Carrows. We have rules about using a disillusionment charm before approaching my room. I warn them all, this safe space will vanish if the wrong students see them enter or exit.

I have one very frequent visitor; Letisha Tate. She is exceptionally bright, well spoken, and carries herself with uncommon grace. There is a certain posture about her when mixed with her raven hair and long nose that would have suited a pureblood Slytherin. If she had been, she would have ruled them all. Instead, she was a muggle-born Ravenclaw that had been very outspoken about muggle born rights under Dumbledore’s reign.

Now, her classmates remembered her for her well crafted speeches on the reduction of muggle born rights that the ministry of magic had been implementing. Letisha would make an excellent politician. In another time. Now, she was a punching bag for purebloods in her year to make an example of.

I had taken three of her memories so far. Her pride was difficult to break, which made them come for her again and again. She often came to see me but refused to have memories taken. Some, she said, would be important for later. I agreed. It is better not to forget who hurt you.

Letisha one day let herself into my office while I was out, and found where I had left on my desk a smattering of jewellery making supplies. She was very taken with what I used to do for a living. When I could, I would teach about my methods and she started making bracelets for everyone who visited my chambers.

They jokingly began calling themselves the mudblood club. Although it was not just muggle borns whose memories I had to steal. Letisha made simple bracelets from flat glass beads in house colours, each one could be enchanted with messages that would appear as bevelled engravings filled with gold on each bead. Every necklace had a gold keystone that signalled where the message would start. They changed when Letisha changed hers but they would only reveal their message when the student said a passphrase while holding their keystone.

I helped when I could with the intricacies of the charming system. It helped keep some of the more vulnerable students out of harm's way by redirecting them onto paths more safe. I also had a rule that they weren’t allowed to come to my chambers after hours. This was because the rules were far more strict now. I didn’t want anyone taking risks to come here.

It was almost 10:00 one night, I was getting ready to go see Severus. I had found a slip I was pretty sure he hadn’t seen yet. It was a silly thing, blue slippery stain with a maribou feather bust and hem edge in matching blue. Initially I would find myself choosing black lingerie to catch his attention, thinking mimicking his own tastes would appeal to him. Over the years, though, I noticed that the silly frilly things I chose for myself, not to tempt him, were actually the things he seemed to find irresistible.

I thought this, with the feathery soft edge around my breasts, would maybe make him smile a little. He needed to smile these days. I was smiling myself, checking myself in the mirror when my door opened and Letisha careened in, her hands on her eyes, coughing.

“Letisha, what’s wrong?” I asked. Torn between finding my robe and rushing over to help her. I opted to help first. She had her eyes shut anyway.

“On the way down from Astronomy someone conjured a sandstorm around my head and held me in it. It’s all in my eyes.” She croaked. I pulled her through to my bathroom and ran the warm water, bent her head over my sink then charmed the water to come over to gently run over her eyes.

“Okay, try opening them to rinse them out.” I coach. Letisha is so uncomfortable and it takes all my focus. I forget that I’m in a skimpy little slip for several minutes while I help rinse her eyes and mouth. My body only registers the feeling of being scantily dressed when at last she comes up and gingerly blinks into the mirror.

“Wow. You look sexy in that. Wait, why are you dressed like that? Please tell me you aren’t sleeping with any of our crusty old teachers.” She laughs.

“It’s just a nightgown. It’s not for anyone but myself.” I deflect. I try to be teacherly, opening my palm over my cleavage.

“Cute. Living for yourself. I love that.” She winces as she blinks like her eyes still aren’t totally clear of sand.

“Do another rinse then you should be on your way. It’s late.” I tell her. Self conscious of my legs and chest now that she has her sight back.

She bends back down and I lean over her, charming the water over and sending a gentle healing spell down as well to get any scratches. There’s a slight thunk from the other room and Severus says “Don’t worry it’s just me.” as he rounds the corner to fill the bathroom door frame.

“Sev- Snape! I forgot about our appointment! I’ll be with you in a moment. I am just helping Miss Tate with an injury.” I almost blow it with his first name. I'm so flustered.

“How is it that Miss Tate has ended up in your bedroom when she should have gone to the hospital wing?”

“I guess that makes two of us in a bedroom where we probably shouldn’t be.” Letisha suggests with venom. She lets her mouth get her into trouble as per usual, the trouble is, she is not wrong.

“Ten points from Ravenclaw Miss Tate for your impertinence.” The headmaster snaps.

“I will be with you in a moment, Headmaster. Let me get her back to rights, and sort myself out.” I dismiss him and push the bathroom door closed in a panic.

“Letisha! We have talked about you doing that! It’s dangerous to be so free with your words!” I whisper.

“He didn’t even knock! What if you were in your room changing!” She whispers back our heads close together lest he, the evil man my lover is pretending to be, overhears us.

“We probably didn’t hear him because of the water.” I lie.

“And he just let himself in?” She is dubious.

“I missed an appointment, it’s my own fault.” I grab a face towel and hand it to her.

“Wait… is this…” she gestures to my slip “for him?”

“No. I told you it’s just a nightgown.”

“Because you’re kind of the unofficial leader of the mudblood club, so if you and he are sleeping toge -”

“That’s a dangerous rumour.” I cut her off in a vicious whisper. “He is a dangerous man, as you well know. If you leave this room spreading information you are not sure of, you will put yourself in danger as well as me. I will speak to you about this tomorrow.” I bite. I know I will regret my harshness, but her mouth is going to get us both into hot water. I need her to understand that jumping to conclusions in the middle of a war is hazardous to her health, and can put an even larger target on her back. More than that I need to secure Severus’ and I’s secret, even if it means lying to a student I have grown close to.

As we walk out of the washroom I grab my robe from a hook and pull it closed around my neck as if I’m embarrassed at having Severus in my room while wearing practically nothing. He had written her a permission slip to get back to her dorm. I worry she will read into that as well. I fear it makes us look guilty, Snape the evil bastard should have let her go get caught by Carrows. He has acted as his true self, and it is far too close to admitting she had caught us. I change the lock on my door as she goes so no more unwanted visitors will pop in.

When she is gone he starts to laugh. “What the hell are you laughing at?” I have been trying to get the damn man to smile for weeks, losing at every turn, yet now his low rumbling chuckle seemed almost uncontrollable.

“Imagine, if she had caught us just ten minutes later.” He finally forced out.

“I already have to obliviate them twice a week. I’m not keen on adding ‘headmaster mid thrust’ to my chest of taken memories.”

“I told you letting students use your private quarters as respite was a bad idea.”

“I told you unless you have a different location for them it is a necessary loss of privacy. I suppose we can’t meet here anymore. The after hours rule clearly has holes in it.”

“A shame, since your quarters are cozier than mine and does not have twenty five sets of ears and eyes hoping to catch a glimpse of something titillating after years of being dead.”

“Shame we aren’t exhibitionists.” I laugh.

“Speaking of, she’s gone, you can stop clutching your robe about your neck.” He approaches me.

“I’m still rattled. I need a more complex password system. Maybe a secret doorbell...”

He is still smiling. “Imagine she caught us completely naked. If we had had to chase after her to get her memory.” He takes the robe front from my clutching hands and peels it back.

“I’m just happy to see you laugh.” I sigh.

“I’m just laughing to see you in this funny little thing.” He ran his fingers over the fluffy maribou around the bust. “Now a student has seen what a sexy little creature you are under your normal teacher’s clothes. Could have been worse I suppose. It could have been a boy. Their eyes would have popped out of their head.”

“Everything being so tragic around here I might be tempted to let him leave with the memory. Maybe he could have something nice to hold on to.” I joked.

“No.” He went suddenly serious. “This is for me.” He teases, pulling me in, his hand slides up my back and into my hair, pulling me up to his mouth.

Read the rest on Ao3 or Wattpad!

[punchyfeeley]

Does anyone know what the book LadyFaceElena/AngrySpace-Ravenclaw wrote is called?? They mentioned it in a few notes but never shared the name of it.

[futurewriter2000]

Caring - pt. 2

A/N: Well.... part three has to come. I think I'm back in the groove!!!

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It was another class with Remus and for the first time in all years, he was the one who was sitting behind the desk alone. It'd usually be you, who sits before he joins you but not today. He was a bit surprised to see the desk empty- to not see your head leaning on your palm as your eyes drowsily closed and opened.

Yeah... you surely looked quite wonderful even when you were exhausted. Unlike him after every full moon or so, looking like somebody ran him over.

The class has just started when you opened the door and fell in. Your eyes were wide, your cheeks burning and your baby hair sticking out from your bun. You smiled sweetly at the professor, who only gave you a side eye and asked you to sit down.

You barely walked to the desk, your legs shaking as you plopped yourself down and tried to prepare your school supplies as quietly as you could.

Remus could think of only one thing to see you like this and it made him furious. His cheeks got flushed from anger, the space between his eyebrows wrinkled as they drew together.

You slept with somebody- to make your cheeks so red, to see your legs wobble, to see your bun a bit messy but you still had a glow on you, something only you managed to have.

"Somebody got some morning pleasure." the Ravenclaw from behind the two of you leaned forward and you turned around, quirking an eyebrow.

"What?" you asked confusely.

"Who's the lucky bastard?" he asked, smiling coyly even though Remus knew exactly why the Ravenclaw has been asking about it- because he was interested into you just as well, maybe furious just as Remus. But why would Remus be furious? Or angry? Or feeling anything... it's almost as if he cared what you did in your private life.

"What are you talking about?" you were clearly oblivious to anything the Ravenclaw was implying. It took a few minutes before you processed the questions but it took him a second to roll his eyes and explain.

"You clearly were with somebody last night." he furrowed his eyebrows.

You almost started to laugh out loud when he said it but you pressed your palm over your mouth and tried to stay as quiet as you could. "I was working out, you horny twat." you let out a snort and his eyes widened, as well as Remus'.

"You work out?" the Ravenclaw laughed.

"Clearly, I had just started today. Not a fan to be honest but I'm trying new things- so it might be good." you replied before the teacher interrupted you by dividing you into pairs and giving you a topic for your next project.

"Today we'll be working in pairs. I want everybody to pair up with their neighbour-" there were a few groans because nobody was really paired with a person they wanted to be paired with. "Now, now- this is a great exercise to open your horizons and make new best mates. For today I want you to talk about the topic written on the piece of parchment that will appear before you and you have a week due to find origins and the rich history of this topic. I will take your assignments next week and grade them." he paused for a moment before floating around the room. "And let you know these are 10% of your O.W.L.s." he finished and flew back to his desk.

You turned to Remus and smiled kindly. "Let's see our topic, shall we?"

Remus felt a bit mesmerised by your smile. Perhaps because it was the first time he had seen it in a couple of weeks or it was because you spoke to him after such a long period of silence. Nevertheless, you had a gorgeous smile. Yet it wasn't like before. It was a bit restrained and forced. You were a bit stiff when you were with him but you grabbed the piece of parchment and smiled.

"What did we get?" he asked.

You turned the piece of parchment and saw the colour of his skin suddenly disappear. "Werewolves." you smiled. "Quite a good one."

Remus took the parchment into his hand and re-read it. 'Of course... only he had that sort of luck. God is mocking him.' - he thought before he turned back to Sirius and James, both snickering and mocking him.

No... not God. His god-complex of friends.

"Don't you like it?" you asked, seeing discomfort on his face. "I find them quite fascinating and the topic is extremely rich in history. I think we would do amazing on it." you said, restraining yourself to talk less when you had wanted to get every single detail out now.

"No." he shook his head and forced a smile. "It's fine plus we can't really swap it."

"Sure we can. If you don't want to."

"No. I bet we can get a really good grade on this." he said, drawing circles on the piece of parchment with his thumbs. He smiled. "You find them fascinating? Aren't you scared of them?"

"I don't believe people want to be turned into a werewolf, unless they feel the need to. I heard some unfortunate stories about their turning."

"Their?" he questioned.

"Some people I read in articles. Nobody wants to be turned into a werewolf. It's painful and traumatic but whatever the matter, I find those people courageous and strong- their ability to go through it every month. It must not be easy."

"No... it must not be." said Remus softly, smiling at you- smiling with such gentleness that you almost felt as if he cared about what you said. But the words he spoke to his friends about your constant yapping and annoyance seem to make a mark in your memory, so you took a breath and started making out the details.

"So why don't we do Wednesday after dinner in the library or the common room- then anything to finish it'd be left for Thursday. And it'd be best for each of us to look for some books in the library. That'll be enough time to finish fast. I don't want to take too much of your time." you said and the bell rang.

Remus processing what you had just said got him out of his daze and he shook his head. "Take too much of my time?" he let out a laugh.

"We've got enough on our plates as we do- O.W.L.'s and Newt's and final exams. Hogsmeade is also this Saturday and I'm planning on spending it with some friends." you smiled, getting up and grabbing your bag. "I just want to get most of the things out of the way so we can both be free.... of one another." you couldn't help yourself to add that last part. Maybe for your own pleasure, maybe because the little part of you still couldn't deal with it.

"You ready?" the Ravenclaw beside you wrapped his arm around your shoulder.

"Yeah. So Wednesday and Thursday after dinner?"

Remus, confused as ever, only agreed to it but the way you spoke about it, it seemed that.... what did it seem like exactly? As if you didn't want to do this project with him at all.

And he ranted it to his friends just as so. "Who wouldn't want to have a project with me?!" he shouted in disbelief. "I'm reliable and smart- look for some books in the library?! I basically live in the library- plus we don't need books. I practically know everything about werewolves ever written by heart!"

"Quite literally." James added.

"Yeah. You can just wait for the full moon and you can ask the little wolf in you everything for this project." Sirius stood up and went to the calender.

"It's not funny, Pads."

"Also- did you two mean this Wednesday after dinner?" he asked as he squinted his eyes at the calender.

"Yeah. Why?" Remus turned around and it didn't take him a second more to know what Sirius was about to say. "Noooo..." he wailed, falling onto his pillow and muffling his 'no'.

"Yeah, not going to happen." Sirius walked back.

"How is it that long already?!" Remus mumbled into the pillow.

"Pretty much how it goes, Moony." said James, eating peanuts from his bag. "Waning gibbous, new moon, waxing gibbous, full moon."

"Ugh!" he continued, hitting his head in the pillow. "How do I fucking tell her after everything she said about her and mine time?!"

"Well, you'll probably be shit for three days, so the two of you can spend the weekend, cosy and romantic and snogging." Sirius mocked and got a middle finger in return.

"She wants to go to Hogsmeade with her friends on Saturday. I'll have to do it alone."

"So, she'll fucking sacrifice her friends for a bloody Saturday." said James. "You can't make a whole project by yourself after a fucked up full moon."

"Plus she has a crush on you. Your wish is her command." Sirius laughed.

"That's the thing, Pads. I don't think she likes me anymore. I think she and that Ravenclaw have something going on."

"Well, you couldn't expect her to wait forever." said Peter and all eyes turned to him.

"We're the Marauders, Wormtail! We are worth waiting for!" James argued.

"Aren't you glad she doesn't wait? You did say you found her annoying?"

"Plus you have that gorgeous piece of angel- Chloe. " Sirius winked meanwhile Remus didn't reply.

"I broke things off with her."

"With who?" all three of them asked.

"Chloe."

"What?! Why!?" both James and Sirius continued.

"She just constantly talked about clothes and what to buy her friends and family for Christmas and she was always late to everything. She could never agree to a certain time. I always waited for her plus she kept me away from school. Always asking where was I when I was clearly in class- and she was constantly pressing me to wait for her after class like a gentleman- like I don't have my own classes to attend on the other side of the castle. And the more I tried to tell her that, the more she threw a fit. It was like dating a child. She didn't understand a thing I was saying. Always looking at me with those eyes like she had no clue what I talked about."

"It does take a lot of braincells and effort to track what you say, Moony." said James, meanwhile Sirius laughed.

"But not (Y/n). She talks just as fast as you. Soulmates!"

"Shut up." Remus turned to him. "She talks at a normal pace."

"What do you mean, mate?! You complained to us how she talks too much."

"And how annoying she is."

"She's pretty cool. She acted quite nicely today. We talked about our project."

"You fancy her!" James pointed out before Sirius could.

"I don't know! Maybe!" he threw his hands in the air and plopped them to the side of his body. "She just seems different."

"And so the runner becomes the chaser." James teased meanwhile the three gave him a confused look. "What?! I've been taking divination more seriously lately." he said and Sirius beside him shrugged.

"He's not wrong. The dynamic between two people can change when the chaser suddenly decides to stop chasing the runner. The runner feels the dynamic change, misses it and turns around to chase the previous chaser."

"Thank you love guru." Remus rolled his eyes.

"You're just mad because they're right." said Peter.

"What are you, mr. wise-ass Yoda?"

"What's a Yoda?" Peter asked confusely.

"Probably a muggle thing." James stood up and shook Remus' shoulder. "She's a nice gal. Just tell her you can't do Wednesday, Thursday or Friday because you have an urgent family thing. You spend three days in this room after anyway, so she'll never know."

"And if you must, do it all on Sunday, if she must go out with friends on Saturday. "

---

He needed to tell you. He needed to but he couldn't. Something inside of him couldn't face you but still, he waited. He waited for you in the Great Hall to get breakfast but you were nowhere to be seen, so he left. And just as he did, feeling the relief enter his body- there you were, walking breathlessly towards him.

Your cheeks were burning red and you were dressed up in sports clothes. "Oh, hey." you said with a raspy voice.

"You went jogging?" he smiled as you stopped and leaned a bit forward.

"You call it jogging, I say dancing with the devil- shite, why do I keep doing this?!" you groaned but quickly re-gained your posture. "Anyways-khm-" you cleared your throat. "I just saw that it's full moon on Wednesday and it'd be super cool to do it just because we have werewolves as a topic and the full moon it's significant to them."

"Oh, yeah... about that..." he tried to speak but the excitement in your eyes was blocking anything from coming out of his mouth.

"I know it's not going to turn us into a werewolf but it's such a coincidence, isn't it? The werewolves, the moon, the... well the fulness of the moon. Maybe we'll work better under it."

"I can't do this week." he blurted out, squeezing his eyes shut before opening them again and seeing you looking at him with a questionable look and your arms crossed over your chest. "I'm really sorry, (y/n). I know how important this is but I have this thing with my family from Wednesday till Friday and I wish I could get out of it but I really can't." he said but he could see it on your face that you weren't pleased.

"It's almost as if you care what I think..." you gritted your teeth.

"I do- I really do. It's both of our projects." he took your hands in his and when you looked into his eyes, you saw nothing but an honest truth. You let out a sigh. "Are you sure you can't get out of it?"

"Believe me, if I could, I would with pleasure."

"So the weekend?"

"Yeah, I can start on Saturday alone if you want to go to Hogsmeade. I know you really looked forward to it."

"It's 10% of our O.W.L's Remus. I'm not going to let you do it on your own." you pulled your hands away from his. "We're on it together and there are plenty of Hogsmeade trips to go on later in the school year. I'll just have to skip this one." you gave him a smile and he smiled as well.

"Aww... it's almost as if you care." he mocked you a little from before and you rolled your eyes, still smiling.

"Saturday after lunch. Common room."

[dizzydancingdreamer]

Daddy Issues | Draco Malfoy

Wow I’m sorry I didn’t mean to disappear like that Lovelies! Sometimes I forget depression and writers block are a thing until they punch me in the face and force me to go MIA for a hundred years! I guess I’m back? I hope? Fingers crossed? Anyway, I’m sorry this isn’t a TVD fic but I figured Y’all would appreciate something over nothing. I missed you all more than I can say! I hope you enjoy, I love you all!

Description: Draco and y/n are best friends until Draco’s father threatens y/n. She avoids Draco until he confronts her.

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Hufflepuff!Reader

Warnings: Like none, it’s kinda sad but not really, the only flaw is bad writing

Word count: 3.4k

Tags: Angst, FLUFF

(not my gif, I just love it lol)

Your heart stings from across the courtyard, the gap between you and the blonde boy tangible. For a second you don't know whether or not your heart is even in your chest anymore or if it’s in his hands. In that case your heart is sitting on a bench, sandwiched between Blaise Zabini and Vincent Crabbe. Maybe he isn’t holding your heart, though, maybe he is your heart, in which case you’re avoiding your heart’s piercing gaze. 

Your hands twitch at your sides, itching to grab his or to twist through his silky hair or do anything other than lay idle when he is only mere steps away from you. Your hands ache to touch him and usually you would be doing just that: clinging to his robes or twisting the rings around on his fingers or simply tangling your own fingers with his slender ones. Your hands feel painfully empty without him to hold on to. 

That makes sense though, he’s your best friend after all. You’re rarely ever spotted less than five feet away from each other. Everyone at Hogwarts can see how utterly entwined you are, every part of him wrapped around your finger and every part of you sitting precisely in the palm of his hand. You orbit each other, drawn in by a gravity that the rest of the student body can’t deny.

Right now, though, that gravity is being tested and everyone feels a little bit like they’re floating away. 

Draco sits exactly seventeen feet and four inches away from you. You can feel his eyes on the back of your head, like lasers, searing into your black and gold jumper and refusing to look away. It burns but you embrace it, taking any contact, even imagined, that you can get from him. Even if it hurts. You would gladly burn for the blonde Slytherin if it made him happy. This doesn’t make him happy, though, being ignored by the girl that commands his entire life. You know that, but you also know that it’s for the best. 

You run your hands through your hair, tugging on the strands relentlessly and closing your eyes. You see his father, the tall, grim man, and replay the conversation you had in your head. 

“He has a bright future ahead of him, y/n.” 

Lucious had backed you into a corner, both metaphorically and literally, the stone of the castle biting harshly into your skin, “I know that, sir.”

He stood tall, menacingly, like he was bigger than the castle itself, “he doesn’t have time for nonsense, y/n.”

Your hands trembled, the cold of the dungeon nipping at them fiercely, “he’s very bright, Mr. Malfoy, I don’t think I’m slowing him down.”

The neutral, if not cold, expression on his face switched then to one of red hot anger, “did I ask what you think? It’s time the two of you separate. He is to be married next year and not to some silly Hufflepuff girl.”

“We’re just friends, sir,” your eyes had long since found the floor.

“Don’t be daft, my son is infatuated with you. If I catch you near him from this day on I will not hesitate to destroy you, do you understand me? Do not speak to him again.”

That was two weeks ago and you haven’t dared to go near him since, spending every waking moment of your spare time in the Hufflepuff common room. You aren’t brave, you didn’t march up to your best friend and tell him that his father threatened to destroy you. You would be lying if you said you even thought about it. The reality of it is that you’re a coward and have iced Draco out in fear of having his father hurt either of you.  

His father’s words still ring in your head. Don’t be daft, my son is infatuated with you. Your heart flutters hard in your chest, your rib cage the only barrier keeping it from finding him across the courtyard. Draco is infatuated with you. Apparently. He hasn’t said so, only his father. Still, you can’t help but hope that it’s true.

But then that makes your chest burn and palms sting again. You aren’t allowed to hope that Draco wants you. You aren’t even allowed to hope that he wants to be your friend. You’re not allowed anywhere near him, let alone allowed to kiss him. Would he even kiss you? Probably not. You tug even harder on your hair, as if pulling each strand out will somehow take the pain away. Don’t be daft.

“Y/n,” gentle hands wrap around your tight fists, “you’re hurting yourself.”

You forgot Luna was there, sitting next to you on the bench, the bench that is seventeen feet and four inches away from Draco. You let the airy Ravenclaw unravel your fingers and hold one of your hands, rubbing circles on the back of your palm. It doesn’t feel the same, her grip is too soft, her fingers too short. Draco’s fingers are longer. 

You shake your head, trying to clear the fog of him from your senses, “sorry, I know I’m not the best company right now.”

Luna only smiles at you and rolls her eyes gently, “I know it’s hard for you right now.”

Of course you told her. You weren’t able to tell Draco so you turned to Luna, your other best friend. You nod your head at the blonde girl, too tired to speak. 

“I think you should tell him though, he looks bloody miserable without you,” your eyes widen as if on their own accord.

You feel dizzy at the thought and not the good kind like when Draco spins you around. No, this is the bad kind of ‘I’m definitely going to throw up’ dizzy. Your heartbeat pounds in your ears rapidly. Thump, thump, thump. It almost sounds like footsteps, angry ones, pounding towards you. That can’t be right.

“I can’t tell him, Luna, you know that.”

A hand lands on your shoulder, warmth spreading through your jumper. You open your mouth, ready to thank Luna for relentlessly comforting you, but close it quickly when a thought hits you. You glance down to your lap, just to double check. There, on your lap rests your hand carefully wrapped up in both of Luna’s. Crap. 

“What can’t you tell me?” It takes everything in you to not let his familiar voice curl around you and pull you further into his touch.

You shift out of his hold, not turning to look at him yet, afraid to see the expression on his face. Would it be anger? Sadness? Disgust? The last one makes your heart drop, the thought of the blonde boy being repulsed by you causing you to curl into yourself slightly. You would take anything from him but that.

You stand curtly, turning to face Draco, all too aware of the lack of space between you and him. Six inches at the most, every breath he takes makes his chest brush yours. You still don’t look up at him, not anywhere ready to meet the eyes of the boy you’ve been avoiding. 

You lock your eyes on his silver and green tie, mumbling to it instead of him, “What makes you think I was talking about you, Draco?”

You finally glance up at him and wish you hadn’t. His eyes, usually a bright blue, are dull and rimmed with red. The bruises under his eyes stand out against his cheeks. He’s always had dark circles but this is extreme. He looks like he hasn’t slept in days, like he hasn’t eaten in days. It’s almost garish, but then again nothing could ever make the Slytherin Prince look anything less than perfect. He looks destroyed, almost as if his father had gotten to him too. You have to stop yourself from reaching out, choosing instead to look away again.

“Are you serious right now? Tell me this is all a joke y/n!” The courtyard goes silent when Draco raises his voice.

You squeeze your fists, the tone of his voice a punch in the gut. He never shouts at you. Draco is never anything but soft around you. Right now, however, he’s seething. No one around you dares to make a sound.

You close your eyes, trying desperately to stop a traitorous flood of tears, “Draco, please don’t do this right now.”

Draco takes a step back, as if your words had shoved him, “if not now then when? You’ve given me no choice! You run every time you see me, you don’t answer my notes. Do you even read them anymore? Can you just explain why you bloody hate me?”

His voice cracks when he says hate, like its acid in his mouth. In any way it’s acid to your ears. You could never hate Draco, it’s very much the opposite actually. You’re painfully in love with him.

“I don’t,” you have to pause to clear your throat, trying to rid the lump, “I could never hate you.”

His hand grasps you chin gently, his rings cold against your skin as he pulls your face up to meet his eyes, “then tell me what’s going on. Please.”

You squeeze your eyes close, sinking into the warmth of his palm for a moment. You can’t remember a time you’ve gone this long without the blonde boy touching you. You can’t stop the tears from trailing down your cheeks and into his palm. You can feel the hitch in his breath as if it had come from your own lungs. You wrap your own hands around his, squeezing his fingers gently before pulling them away from you.

“I can’t, Dra. We can’t do this anymore. I’m,” your voice trembles, your eyes still closed, his hand still locked in yours, “I’m not good for you. We can’t be friends.”

You release his hand, taking a few steps back from the love of your life. This time, though, he doesn’t let you get as far, taking two steps towards you for every step you take away from him. It doesn’t take him long before he’s in front of you again, closer and even more determined. His eyes burn into yours, his hands restless. You know he wants to touch you. At least, you hope he does. You want to.

“Don’t say that,” there’s a strength behind his words, one you have yet to hear until now, “don’t you dare say that! Tell me what’s going on y/n, you need to tell me! I can fix it. I can make it better whatever it is just please tell me. Please, love.”

Love. That’s new. Your heart cracks even more when he says it and maybe that’s because you know you won’t get to hear it again. You wish you could grab the word from his lips and hold on to it. You want to put it in your pocket so at least you can have a part of him, the very best part of him, for when he walked away. But you can’t, so there’s no use in trying. 

“You can’t fix it this time, Draco,” you take another step back and your back hits the rough surface of a tree.

He fills the space between the two of you once more and this time you’re stuck. Your palms continue to sting, reminding you relentlessly how much you need to touch him. You scrunch the hem of your jumper, trying desperately to quell the pain. Your wrists feel like they’re on fire, something you’ve come to realise that means you’re about to have a panic attack. He can't see that happen, you refuse to fall apart in front of him. 

Of course he notices, though. That’s your Draco, he notices everything about you. That’s his job. 

He grabs your face again, stopping you from frantically looking everywhere but him, “of course I can. When have I not fixed your problems? Remember when those Ravenclaws’ were messing with you? I took care of that, didn’t I? And Parkinson? Zabini? I took care of them too. Remember when Snape wouldn’t let you hand in your assignment because you had the flu? And the time you passed out in the stairwell? I fixed those too because I can. Because I wanted to and I do what I want. Now, all I’ve wanted for days is you so if someone said something to you I need you to tell me so I can sort them out and get my best friend back. Now.”

He stares into your eyes the entire time, daring you to turn away. You feel like you can’t breathe, your hands once again wrapped around his but this time clinging for dear life. You’ve been terrified for two weeks and the exhaustion hits you in one, whopping punch to your stomach, the second punch of the day. Without warning your legs give out, all of your weight falling into the blonde who seems to expect it. His arms wrap around you, holding you against his chest for the first time in what feels like ages.

You don’t realise that you’re sobbing until you try to speak, “Dra, I’m so scared. I’m tired,” you grip his robes in your fists, your head falling against his chest, “I don’t know how much longer I can do this, I feel like I’m falling apart.”

He pulls you closer to him, wrapping his arms around you and holding you against him. You can feel the sigh of relief he releases and his heartbeat slowing as if it’s your own. Maybe that’s because yours does the same. For the first time in weeks you’re engulfed in Draco and you cling to him, circling your arms around his waist and pulling yourself impossibly close. He wastes no time either, wrapping his cloak around you and burying his face in your neck. 

Your body shakes furiously in his arms, everything you’ve been bottling up comes pouring out in a torrent of sobs and hiccups. Draco presses closer to you, towering over you and shielding you from the rest of the world. You let his peppermint scent engulf you completely,

“For Salazar’s sake y/n I need you to tell me what’s wrong. I need to fix it, love. Please tell me,” his voice is low and choked.

He’s right, you know he’s right. You squeeze your eyes tighter and grip his back, savouring the muscles under his dress shirt for a few more seconds before you know you’ll have to let go.

“Your father told me we couldn’t see each other anymore. He told me,” you pull out of his arms, leaning back against the tree, “he said, well, it doesn’t matter what he said. We just can’t be together.” Draco’s eyes widen and your cheeks heat up, your words ringing through your ears, “I mean we can’t be friends.”

Draco steps closer to you, running a hand through his hair and closing his eyes. He mumbles something under his breath that you can’t hear but you’re almost positive that it’s a curse. When he opens his eyes, your heart stops. His blue eyes burn into yours, glassy and angry but with something else too, something hot and fierce. Your heart restarts when he places his arms against the tree, caging you between it and him. You can’t resist placing your hands on his chest, feeling his heartbeat pick up as well.

“What did my father say, y/n.” He isn’t asking you, he’s telling you.

You lower your eyes, not bothering to fight him anymore, “he told me he would destroy me if I kept being friends with you. He said you were getting married and that you could never marry a Hufflepuff and that he would destroy me if he had to.”

He staggers back with each word, like each one shoves him more than the last. He squeezes his fists before straightening his fingers, shoving them once more through his hair. His shoulders are tense, his back straight. His eyes are screwed shut again. 

“Bloody hell,” he pulls at his hair, biting his lip, “he’s lost his damn mind.”

You wrap your arms around yourself, tugging at your jumper, suddenly hot all over. Now is not the time to be getting riled up over Draco but you can’t help it, he looks exquisite. Messy hair and an un-tucked shirt, the veins in his hand prominent and his rings glittering in the afternoon sun. He’s absolutely and undeniably perfect.

“It’s ok, Dra, you’ll be ok,” you try your best to comfort him but he snaps his eyes open, looking at you like you’ve gone mad as well.

“My dad threatened to kill you! No I am not okay!”

This time you walk to him, pulling him into your chest again and wrapping your arms around his neck. He sweeps his arms around your waist, pulling you so close that you have to stand on your tiptoes to keep your arms around him. His hands grasp your hips tight and you immediately know what he wants. You oblige, wanting it just as much if not more, jumping up and wrapping your legs around his stomach. You tuck your face into his neck this time, breathing in the slightest hint of apples, green ones. 

You don’t speak, practically feeling the words bubbling in his chest, “My dad told you he was going to kill you, love. He threatened you and he didn’t even tell me. I am definitely not okay. I need to do something. I need to talk to him. And he told you I was getting married? He’s lucky he isn’t here. I don’t care if he’s my father, nobody talks to my girl like that.”

He’s rambling, something he does when he’s at his end. His words wrap around you, tangling with every part of you and sinking into your skin. They lull you into a daze of sorts, almost nodding off on your best friends shoulder. You don’t realise how tired you are until you’re in his arms, safe. And then it hits you, and you’re wide awake again.

“Your girl?”

You cut him off mid sentence, squeezing your legs tighter around him to bring his attention back to you.

“What did you say, love?” Draco hikes you further up his body, readjusting his grip on you.

Your cheeks flame, your neck hot. His eyes bore into yours, searching for something that you’re not quite sure you’re ready to give. His lips are so close to yours, his breath hitting your lips with every exhale. The courtyard around you fades away and Hogwarts itself holds its breath.

“Did you call me your girl, Draco?”

He doesn’t blush like you thought he would, “yes, I did. That’s what you are. Mine. And Merlin help my father for trying to take you away from me.”

You stare at him for a few seconds, letting his words sink into your flesh. They curl around your bones, laying down a warmth that you’ve been craving for longer than you can remember. He’s right. Of course he’s right, he’s Draco. You are his and you always have been. His arm around your back tightens, jostling you enough to make you cling harder to him. Your fingers find their way to the nape of his neck, tangling in his hair. He leans his head back, giving in to your touch willingly. 

He holds your gaze as your fingers weave through his silky hair, capturing you with his eyes and refusing to let go, “I’m yours, Draco. Please don’t let me go.”

He leans his forehead against yours, “never, love.”

Hogwarts releases the breath it had been holding, the noise of the courtyard once more fluttering around you. You go to get down from Draco but he stops you, tightening his arms. You only shake your head and smile, letting the sunshine warm your face.

Your heart aches slightly still though, “what are we going to do about your father, Dra?

He starts walking, the sudden movement causing you to tug his hair a little harder.

His voice is strained when he finally answers, leaning down to rub his cheek against your head, “just let me handle that, ok?” 

You give in, for now, laying your head on his shoulder and closing your eyes for the final time, “where are we going, Dra?”

“We, my love, are going to take a very much needed nap.” 

[forthehpfanboys]

Christmas Break

Pair: Draco Malfoy x Reader; he/him.

Summary: You liked Winter Break Draco. Unfortunately, he was replaced by Usual Dick Bag Draco who becomes ruthless. At least Harry is there to make you feel better.

Warnings: SMUT (MDI), jealousy sex, dirty talk, swearing, spanking, short mention of slapping and hair pulling, sir kink and degrading a tad- fluffy ending tho. I may have taken the kinks too far but ya know-

Notes: Requested by @the-offical-yn​, who I must apologize too. A lot of my stories got away from me so I’m very sorry this is late- but um- enjoy getting railed by Draco guys! Yo, I made a shit plot for this. I’m so sorry if it’s baaddd.

~DO NOT REPOST ANYWHERE~

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For years, he had this twisted mind against anyone not a pure-blood or a Slytherin. He had zero shame with cussing out Gryffindor's, spitting at Ravenclaw’s during quidditch games and tripping Hufflepuff's. But, suddenly, just before Christmas break, he changed and there was nothing blunt about it. He would help Ravenclaw first years pick up their books if they stumbled on the fake steps on the moving staircases, tutor third year Hufflepuff's in Herbology after hours and helped a few Gryffindor students fix their potions.

Draco changed faster than water turns to ice in a freezer. It was almost alarming. Even Snape seemed to be concerned, probably more than others. The greasy git kept yelling at Gryffindor's (mostly the Golden Trio [mostly Harry]) about what would happen when he found out who jinxed Malfoy. You couldn’t pinpoint exactly when he changed, but everyone else could. To the day, infact.

It was just a few days before October, when it started. Draco was strutting down the halls, using Crabbe and Goyle as shields from the dozens of students who walked by him. They stood at his sides, knocking students out of the way, acting like Draco owned this bubble of space as they walked, but somehow, you slipped through. You were crossing in front of him, trying to hurry to class and ended up tripping over your own feet.

Your instincts kicked in and you tried to catch yourself, but instead you fumbled right into Draco, landing heavily against his side. He scoffed, shoving you off and getting ready to cuss you out when you began to apologize (even if you don’t like him) and gather your things off the floor. With your head tilted down you didn’t notice the Slytherin staring at you like you were a puppy. When you gathered your things, you scurried off, apologizing to more students as you went by.

Apparently, that day, he saw you tutoring a whole table of students, all houses included, and you were being so nice to them, so kind and your voice was soft and he heard you say “Hey, no! It’s ok! There is no such thing as a dumb question, ask away”. He had this urge in his chest to just be different, to be someone you would want to be around and be a friend, maybe even be more. It made him feel sick.

It took about a week to get your attention, then a quick growing friendship blossomed. Your relationship with Draco changed- just like he had. It changed from funny jokes, sassy remarks and late night games of exploding snaps to flirting contests, long hugs and what could be considered dates. 

By December, you and Draco were dating without the official titles. Everyday, you two were growing closer and the relationship was growing more rock solid with every passing event. Soon enough, winter break was coming around and everyone was genuinely surprised when they saw the blonde Slytherin strutting through the halls during Christmas break. Usually, the pureblood went home to spend the holidays in a cabin in a warmer climate with his family.

And it was weird for everyone to see him not bragging and tripping students and spitting at kids. But for you? It was a blissful few weeks. Even the Golden Trio got a break. They were some of your closer friends, so Draco gave them a bigger break. The blonde even went as far as helping Harry during potions. It was terrifying.

Until Christmas break was passing and Draco went through another change, which was what you were going to confront him about. 

"Malfoy!" You found him out in the courtyard, a teary-eyed (y/h) first year trailing behind you. The poor kid was shaking with fear and let out a sniffle. "You have some very good explaining to do!"

The blonde looked from Goyle to you, his eyes slowly dragging down your form before darting back up to your flaming eyes. His smile had dropped and was now replaced with a sharp frown. His nose scrunched up, his eyebrows furrowed and his arms crisscrossed over his chest.

“I don’t have to explain anything to the likes of you.” He sneered. He looked over your shoulder and locked eyes with the first year, who scooted over to hide himself better.  He made a scoff and turned back to Goyle, shaking his head while snorting. “Look at this- he’s tryin’ to be a hero.” As if on a cue, his little posse of Slytherins broke out into laughter, forcing your face to heat up from humiliation.

“Seriously? Are you fucking five?” You called over the idiots laughter, which morphed into pathetic ‘ooh’s. “Draco, stop being a child and a douchebag and just apologize to the first year.”

“Why should I?” Draco stepped closer to you. His eyes, stance and voice all held a challenging undertone. He moved some blonde hair out of his face, but you didn’t miss how his eyes flicked down to your lips.

“Because you called him a mud-blood for bumping into you. Grow a pair, gain some manners and apologize to him.” You crossed your arms over your chest, putting on your best angry face. If Draco was pulling a prank, you were going to punch him, without hesitation. And how the hell did an asshole like this become a prefect??

“Oh, your right, I definitely should apologize when the kid bumped into me. But I think I have a better idea.” He brought a finger to his lips, tapping it in mock thought. Sarcasm and sass was radiating from him and it only served to piss you off more. “How about you fuck off and leave me alone, (L/n).” He smirked, turning to his posse and symboling them to leave with him for a dramatic exit. You took a deep breath, your hands balling at your sides. 

“I’m sorry for him.” You turned around and put a hand on the kids back and gave him a soft push back toward the castle. “Go tell the head of the house, ok? I’m gonna keep talking to him.” When he nodded and began to walk out of the courtyard, you hurried in the direction Draco left in. You found him heading across the bridge, in the middle of his group, who were effectively taking up the whole span of the bridge. His laughter echoed in the hollow build, which only had your blood boiling worse.

So, you called his name again, effectively getting his attention. He turned so fast you thought his head would’ve spun all the way around like an owl. You stared into his now burning eyes, walking closer to him. You could feel the adrenaline mixing with rage in your veins. You weren’t thinking straight, but you didn’t care. 

“Wanna explain why you're being an ass all of a sudden or are you just gonna insult me and strut off with your orgy party?” You glared at him, ignoring his irritated sneer. It was making your face red (or whatever hue, I wanna be as inclusive as possible) with anger.

“I don’t have to tell you a thing.” Draco was, naturally, turning defensive, even if he knew deep down how he was acting was wrong. Honestly, you couldn’t tell if he knew he was actually being an ass or not.

“Ok. I get it. You stay the fuck here with your friends and I’ll just leave you alone then. Merlin, why did I think you’d change?” Your face showed disappointment before contouring back to anger and frustration and aggression. You ran your tongue over your teeth, a frown etching across your lips. “My mistake.” You turned around, still going off pure adrenaline. You felt a hand grasp your wrist and immediately tugged it free with all of your strength. “No, I really don’t wanna hear it, fuck off.”

You didn’t look back, and you certainly didn’t hear him say anything. Of course it hurt, but you didn’t care at the moment. Your heart was thumping in your chest and all you felt was anger. He had the audacity to befriend you, say he really liked you for fucks sake, and then do a complete 180. You were grateful it was the weekend so you didn’t have to sit next to him in class.

You stomped through the snow, hurrying across the school grounds to the library (can you tell I have no idea what Hogwarts layout is?). You pushed open the doors and decided to basically hide yourself in an empty corner to try to cool down. After pulling the seat out, you sat down, slouching and resting your forehead on the table. You want to know what happened, why it happened

Was it his dad? Was it his friends? Was he jinxed or something? You let out a sigh of frustration. The idea of his dad convincing him to start treating people like trash again brought your anger back. You rolled your neck and ran your hands through it.

Pulling your wand out of your pocket, you waved it casually, summoning a book from one of the carts beside the isles. You didn't care what it was. You just wanted a distraction. 

Luckily, for you, it didn't take long to get distracted. A few pages and more than a few dreadful minutes into your "reading", someone sat across from you. You looked over the rim of the book to see a smiling Gryffindor with big, round glasses slipping down his nose. He gave an awkward greeting while pushing his glasses back up. 

"Hi to you too, Harry. This is a pleasant surprise. What can I do for you?" You smiled, shutting the book and crossing your arms over it.

"Well, I just heard about the Draco fiasco that took place a few hours ago-" had it really been hours? "-and I wanted to make sure you were OK." Harry scooted closer to the table, his cheeks a soft pink.

"I'm fine, man. You don't gotta stress about me." You stretched your arms over your head while leaning back in your chair. You were trying to give the illusion of calmness and it was sorta working.

"Oh, good! I'm- I'm glad you're ok!" He began to fiddle with his fingers, digging at the nails nervously. "Because I also wanted to ask.. Um.. If you are free? Like this weekend? To hang out?" His green eyes barely met yours and, instead, opted for staring right over your shoulder. 

"Oh, I'm n-"

"He's not free, Potter. We have plans covering every minute of the weekend. Scram."

Your smile faded as Draco's voice filled the small corner. You looked up, immediately catching his stern gaze. He was leaning against the end of a bookshelf, his arms crossed and one foot crossed over the other. He was clearly chewing on his tongue, not that he'd admit it. You gave him a glare, your arms crossing over your chest. 

"But, Draco. I thought I canceled our plans." Your voice was condescending and it only fueled his anger. Harry, noting the weird tension, ducked out of there quickly, swerving around Draco and speed walking to a safer, less awkward part of the library. 

"What the fuck are you doing?" The blonde hissed while taking long steps over to the table. He was still staring you right in the eyes. Draco moved the chair Potter was sitting in and put his hands flat against the table. He made eye contact with him. 

"Why should it matter to you? I thought I was just being a selfish hero." You narrowed your eyes at him, daring him to make a move. You could feel the anger returning from earlier.

"I never said selfish. Why are you making this so complicated? I have a reputation to withhold, (Y/n)." His eyes softened a bit. He looked down at the polished wood before looking at you again. Draco tried to give you a smile, but you didn’t return it; you just tapped your fingers against the table top.

"I don't give a rats ass about your shitty reputation! You bully pre-teens and they actually fear you and you think that's a good thing? That's what you wanna leave behind when you graduate here?" Your face was turning a deep shade of (insert skin color please). He knew he fucked up, not that he’d admit it, and his soft eyes hardened again.

"Remember who's in charge in this relationship, boy." His hand snaked around the back of your neck, tugging you forward. Your nostrils flared as you released a sigh. Was he really pulling out the dominant card right now?

"I told you there was no relationship." you shoved his hand away, standing straight up and walking past him. You didn’t get far before he grabbed the hood of your robe and tugged you back. He guided you so your back collided roughly with the end of the book case he was leaning against.

“I know you can’t quit me like that, love.” The pure-blood spat out the pet name as his thumb and index finger roughly grabbed your chin and tugged your head up. “We both know I infected you like a virus- I know you're obsessed with me, sweetie.” A menacing grin spread across Draco’s pale lips when your jaw dropped open and your mouth fumbled to find words to combat him.

He moved his leg between yours, his hands moving from the scrunched fabric of your hood to your neck. He leaned in, planting a rough kiss to your lips while his other hand untucked your shirt. He pushed his hand under the shirt, rubbing the skin of your hip while he deepened the kiss. He managed to push his tongue past your lips and ran along yours.

Draco angled his leg to brush against your crotch causing you to jolt in the kiss. He pulled back, his tongue licking your teeth while pulling back. 

“Told you.” He purred out. The hand on your neck gives you a squeeze around the neck while his icy eyes go from your lips to your eyes. He could read you like a book. You hated it. “Don’t be a slut, darling. Let’s head to my room, yeah?” He didn’t move until you nodded your head slowly. “Good boy. Come on.”

The walk to the common room was long, but the hand around the back of your neck was sturdy. It didn't take long for him to have you pressed against the wall of his prefect bedroom, chest first, your pants basically vanished from your legs and his hand wrapped around your hard dick. 

“You’re such a whore, aren’t ya, baby boy, hmm?” Draco’s voice boomed in your ear as his fingers interlocked into your skelp. You couldn’t help but sob. The hand on your dick was going faster, but refused to slide over the swollen head. Your nails scraped down the wall pressed against your front and Draco pressed your cheek harder against the brick. “Been such a bad boy- using that dirty mouth to talk so poorly about me and to flirt with my anime. If you wanted a three-some you should’ve asked Zabini. But Potter? You know that’s a firm no, baby.”

He was tsking before biting down on the side of your neck, the grip he had around your cock only tightened to the point of painful. Tears of humiliation and pain gathered in your eyeline, threatening to boil over. Your legs subconsciously spread when he began to grind into the bulge of your ass, his hard dick prominent into your crack. He licked a strip up from the bite to your ear.

“You know very well what happens to slutty bad boys who flirt with sir’s enemy, right, baby?” He was growling in your ear again, his hand coming to a tight hold at your base. He let out a mocking laugh when your legs clamped shut and your hips tried to wiggle out of his grasp.

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry, Draco!” You squeaked out, voice a few octaves higher than usual. It made Draco happy to hear your pathetic pleas, but his joy was melting away due to you still squirming in his grasp. He shook his head, tsking again. He tugged your hair, yanking your head back and forcing you to bow against his body. He gave you a firm slap against the cheek before cupping your cheeks together and forcing your lips to pout, his hand still in your hair.

“You know that’s not my name right now, kitten. Use the right one.”

“I’m sorry, sir.” Your voice was weak compared to Draco’s, the obvious authority he had over you made you shiver. Abruptly, he pushed you against the wall, letting go of your hair and he was backing away from you. 

“Not yet your not, kitten. Finish stripping then get your arse over here.” Draco spoke, sitting down on the bed, patting the top of his thighs. He smirked when you did what he said, tossing your shirt off into the corner and approaching him slowly. He reached out to grab your arm and tug you over his lap. 

He used one hand to push your face into the mattress while the other ran over your right cheek. He loved watching your hips try to duck and avoid the cold silver of his rings. He let out a mocking laugh, his hands grabbing into your bum, nails digging into the skin to leave marks that had your back arching. 

"Aw, baby. Is it too cold for you?" He laughed louder, feeling you nod against his left hand tangled in your hair. "Aw, poor baby. Wait until you feel them bruise your skin. Now, do you remember what you say?"

"Yes, sir." your voice sounded strained--like you were mentally preparing yourself for the bite of the rings, the puncture of his smacks. You were, in all honesty. He never held back during punishments. 

"See? It isn't so hard to be a good boy after all, is it?" he patted your head before brushing your hair back. "Remember the safe system, darling? Good. Color?" 

"Green, sir." your legs were clenching together and wiggling, but a swat to the back of the sensitive skin of your thighs made you stop. "I'm sorry sir." 

"Good.. Now, how many does a horny little whore like you deserve, hmm? Ten? Fifteen?"

You knew what he was looking for. 

"T-Twenty." You swallowed. The anticipation and degrading was making your head cloudy. 

"Twenty? Well, you must've been really naughty, huh?" His hand ran to your lower back, caressing the skin before dragging his nails back down, leaving a trail of red marks down your skin.

You nodded your head quickly, biting your lip to conceal a moan. You could feel the pre-cum going down your hard dick, which was pressing into Draco's thigh.

"No response? Maybe we should add another ten then, since you wanna be so bad." 

"I-I'm sorry, sir! Twenty is what I deserve." You said quickly, trying to turn back and give him the huge innocent eyes he always went weak for. 

"No. Thirty seems far more fitting." He chose now to start the punishment with a raised hand and a harsh slap over the perfect curve of your ass. He watched the skin bounce and groaned, gripping the flesh again.

"One! Thank you sir." You squeaked out, back arching at the familiar sting of the hit. The cold silver of his rings colliding with your skin caused your toes to curl. 

"Atta boy." he purred out, repeating the action on the other side.

“Two, thank you sir!”

By the tenth spank, tears were falling freely down your cheeks. By the fifteenth, your voice was breaking with each shout. By the twentieth, you were trying to crawl away. By the twenty-fifth, you were kicking your legs like a brat. Somehow you managed to count to thirty without losing track. 

"You did so good, baby. Even if you were being a brat." Draco chuckled, running his fingers through your hair. His other hand rubbed your cheeks, trying to sooth the deep red (or whatever tint shows up with your skin, I wanna be as inclusive as possible) marks on your skin.

You let out another sniffle, propping yourself up on an elbow and wiping the tears off your cheeks. His hand ran up your sweat thighs, his palms rubbing the already sore skin of your ass once he got to it.

“Color?”

“Green, sir.” You turned your head to look at him. Your legs shifted, creating a shattering hyper awareness of how hard and how wet your cock was against his thigh. You caught his dirty smirk before he flipped you over. Suddenly, it was stoic and he was tugging your lower half back onto his lap. This time, Draco was sitting back on his calves, and he was steadily putting your legs around his waist.

“Good. Now,” he paused to lick his lips, “I’m going to fuck the brat out of you, got it?” His hands moved down your thighs before moving up to your pelvic bone. While you were responding with a polite, but breathless ‘yessir’, his hand was lazily wrapping around your cock.

He was still fully dressed, and the smooth fabric of his uniform pants rubbed against the sore spots on your ass. Your hips moved upward, trying to get more of his moving hand and less of the fabric against your bottom. You let out a breathy moan while his thumb idly swiped across the swollen head of your dick.

“That’s it.” He mumbled to himself over the sound of his zipper dropping. He mumbled a preparing, lubrication and cleaning spell, his hand still working you slowly. The blonde stuck his tongue out in concentration while pushing his own cock into your lubed ass. Draco let out a hum, his teeth clamping down onto his tongue. “Fuck yes. Such a good boy- my good little slut.” He let go of your dick and clamped his hands onto your waist and used the leverage to pull you down onto his cock.

You clamped a hand over your mouth, trying to muffle the cry as he stuffed his cock into you. You felt the wind knocked out of you. You gripped the sheets, whining pathetically. The head of his dick nudged against your sweet spot while he sat there, waiting patiently for you to adjust. It had been a bit of time since the last time you guys had fun sexy time. Your dick was literally throbbing, occasionally twitching, at the idea of him literally fucking you stupid. Your eyes were staring at the top of his four post bed, lost in your own thoughts when he began to move.

He tested the waters with the quick thrust, which yanked a moan from you. When you finally looked at him, you realized he was watching you intently, a menacing grin spread across his face.

“How’s your arse?” Draco asked, his voice condescending and cocky as he gave another thrust. His hand snaked around to your sore ass cheeks and gave one a tough squeeze, his nails digging in.

A cry left your lips, this time pain filled instead of pleasure. You planted your feet flat on the bed and tried to wiggle away from his grasp, which only made it worse.

“Sore, you dick!” You reached around, grabbing his wrist and trying to pull his hand away. “Ow! Let go, Draco!” You dug your nails into his wrist, trying to show him a small level of the pain he was causing but he just laughed, mocking your voice.

“Owie, it hurts! Take it, babe. You can do it.” He let go, his hands coming to hold your hips again before moving you at a punishingly rough pace. His muscular thighs rubbed against your ass, not that he cared. The pain was somehow starting to make the pleasure stronger. Soon it was filling your veins and fogging your brain.

Draco relished every moan, every gasp, every little sound you made. He listened to you whine out his name and it only fueled him more. He watched the sweat bead across your forehead and felt proud of himself.

“Atta boy. Gonna cum soon? Gonna cum completely untouched, like a whore? Hmm?” He purred out, leaning down to leave hickies across your neck and scratches down your chest. Your back arched pathetically off the bed while a woeful affirmative left your lips- but it wasn’t good enough for him.

“Say it.” He snarled, his voice too close to your ear to be that loud.

“G’nna cum, please.” You didn’t know what you were begging for, but your arms wrapped around his neck and pulling him closer. He shifted so he could rail you into the mattress and fulfill his promise.

“Please what? How can I help you if I don’t know what you want? What do you need, kitten?” 

It was like he used the imperius curse on you. You bent to fit his mold and he couldn’t have asked for more.

“Please, sir. Please let me cum, please.” You whimpered, your toes curling in the air. Your ankles locked behind his waist and dug into him, effectively pulling him closer. His palm glided up your chest again and he gave you a smile.

“Course you can, love. Whenever you're good to go.” Draco didn’t ease up his hips, but his voice was softer and after a few thrusts hitting your prostate and a brush of his stomach against your weeping cock had you cumming. Your head tossed back and you didn’t bother to muffle the cry of his name.

It didn’t take much to follow you for Draco, it never did. He always thought one of the most beautiful expressions you could make was while you were cumming on his bed. That, and when he gave you candy and you smiled at him. He kissed every bruise he left on your skin before landing on your lips and laid next to you.

He pulled a sheet over the two of you- the room had gotten hot but he knew both of you were too tired to get cleaned and shower. He pulled you to his chest, kissing your temple.

“You did so good, baby. I love you.” He rested his chin against the top of your head, completely delving you in his shirt covered chest. He rubbed a hand down your back. Your boyfriend didn’t care about sweat. 

“I love you too, Draco.” Your voice was rough and raspy. You planted a kiss to his cheek and nuzzled deeper into him somehow. “I miss you. The nice you- not the mean Slytherin you. He can suck my dick.”

“I know, I know. I’ll work on it. I promise.” Draco spoke between laughs. He hesitated, his mind bouncing between two questions he wanted to ask at once. “Do you want me to get you a bottle of water and we go take a bubble bath?” His voice was soft, but a massive grin spread across his lips when you nodded.

“Can we take a nap first?” You looked up at him with those big innocent eyes and gave him that smile he loved.

“Of course, dove.”

[carewyncromwell]

“I am still a sovereign prince of Egypt: A son of the proud history that's shown, Etched here on the wall! Surely this is all I ever wanted... All I ever wanted... All I ever...”

~“All I Ever Wanted” from The Prince of Egypt (musical)

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Hi, all! Here is my post centered on how the events of the Mirror of Erised TLSQ went down in Carewyn’s canon! Get ready for some platonic bonding between Carewyn and Tulip, Talbott, and Barnaby! 💚

One key difference between the TLSQ’s plotline and how everything unfolds in Carewyn’s canon is that the focus is much more narrowly concentrated, with us only focusing on Tulip and Talbott, and to a lesser extent Barnaby. (Because I’m sorry, Jam City, but I’m kind of exhausted of Penny and Merula being in absolutely everything, and I don’t think this sidequest really developed Ismelda in any particularly interesting or sympathetic way.) 

When the Mirror of Erised first went missing, Carewyn caught wind that Tulip wanted to find it right away. The Slytherin Cursebreaker tried to gently discourage her friend from going after it since it would get her into unnecessary trouble, but honestly had no real interest in tracking it down herself. As far as she was concerned, Dumbledore could go scouring around for the Mirror -- Carewyn’s focus was on the Cursed Vaults, and she was not about to be distracted for something that didn’t even seem to be a pressing danger to anybody. So when Carewyn ended up coming across Professor Sprout in the greenhouses with the Mirror, she expressed some sympathy when Sprout explained that she’d borrowed it so as to make it easier to let go of her beloved Puffapod plant, but didn’t think anything more of it after Sprout decided it was more than time to return it to Dumbledore.

That is...until Dumbledore asked Carewyn if she told anyone that Sprout had the Mirror of Erised in her possession -- for it seemed it once again had gone missing. 

Carewyn lied to Dumbledore that she didn’t know, but immediately after the meeting, she followed up with Tulip.

As Carewyn had suspected, Tulip was the one who “relocated” the Mirror, thinking to look in it herself and then withhold it just long enough to cause a bit of extra trouble for the staff. When she did look into the Mirror, though, she was so thoroughly disappointed and upset that she didn’t even want to be in the same space as it. After she’d cleared her head and returned to the Artifact Room, she found it gone once again. Yes, indeed, it turned out that after Sprout “borrowed” it without permission, the Mirror was stolen not once but twice during this whole ordeal. 

Tulip, for her part, wasn’t too upset about the Mirror being gone again, though. She quite frankly wanted nothing more to do with it, after what she’d seen. 

As much as Tulip acted angry, though, Carewyn could tell there was more to it than that.

“Tulip, the Mirror of Erised doesn’t show the future. You don’t have to work for the Ministry if you don’t want to...”

Tulip shook her head, looking more agitated than ever. “But that’s just it, Carewyn Cromwell! The Mirror is supposed to show you your deepest desire!”

Without any hesitation, Carewyn brought a hand onto Tulip’s shoulder and gave it a squeeze. 

“I don’t really understand why you saw what you saw...but you shouldn’t do anything just because some magical object tells you to do it. Maybe it’s a good thing, if your reflection makes you think more about what you want out of life. You didn’t just see yourself at the Ministry -- you saw yourself looking older and happy. Even if you do end up joining the Ministry someday...well, what’s so bad about that? Tonks wants to work at the Ministry after graduating, right? But she still loves pranks, just as much as you do. She’s still fun, and reckless, and mischievous, just like you.”

Carewyn gave Tulip her bravest smile.

“You’re a Ravenclaw, Tulip,” she said encouragingly. “There’s nothing wrong with taking some time to think, once and a while.” 

Tulip was grateful for Carewyn’s support, but she still looked a bit unsure as she left the Artifact Room. Carewyn, however, knew that she’d almost have to track down the Mirror now, if someone had managed to steal it from Tulip. After all, if Dumbledore caught wind that Tulip had taken it from Sprout, then she was bound to get in a lot of trouble. 

Fortunately it didn’t take long for Carewyn to put together who might have it when she noticed that Talbott wasn’t in any of their classes that day...and sure enough, it was ultimately up in the Owlery that Carewyn found her friend, sitting cross-legged on the floor in front of the Mirror of Erised. He’d been sitting there so long that he hadn’t even realized how many hours had passed -- instead, all he could do was gaze into the glass, his face consumed with a bizarrely wistful, longing happiness. 

When Carewyn came to find Talbott, he broke out of the trance slightly, apologizing for having caused any concern. But even with this, he had a lot of trouble breaking his gaze away from the Mirror, and it wasn’t hard to guess why. Carewyn had learned about Talbott’s past earlier that year, about how he’d witnessed his parents’ deaths at the hands of the Death Eaters as a young boy and had only just barely made it out alive himself. After experiencing that kind of trauma, it was pretty obvious what someone in Talbott’s shoes would see in the Mirror of Erised. 

Carewyn gently reminded Talbott that he couldn’t keep the Mirror forever, and Talbott vocally acknowledged this...but he still wanted to stay with it just a little longer. And so Carewyn settled herself down on the floor next to Talbott and said firmly that she would stay with him until he was ready to give it back. The gesture was just enough to ground Talbott enough that he was a bit more aware of his surroundings and the reality of the situation than he was before, even as time once again started to blur. Therefore his expression was a lot less dreamily happy and far more pensive when he spoke again. 

“I’d started to forget,” he confessed. “Just little things. My dad’s way of holding his quill in his fist, when he was focused...the way my mum’s eyes used to crinkle up, when she laughed...how cluttered my dad’s office always was, compared to Mum’s garden. All things that the Mirror seems to remember effortlessly...”

Talbott gazed into the Mirror almost hungrily, desperately. 

“...It’s like the Death Eaters never came, Carewyn,” he mumbled. “They’re here, and we’re older, and we’re happy. I can’t see that anywhere else but here -- I can’t feel like this anywhere else but right here...”

Carewyn took Talbott’s hand and gave it a supportive squeeze, even as Talbott just barely managed to choke back tears. 

“I know,” she murmured. 

She gazed up into the Mirror silently, her blue eyes running over the frame before she spoke again. 

“I wish I could see your parents too,” she said softly. “Your mum must have been beautiful, when she laughed.”

Talbott choked around his sad smile, his eyes still locked on the Mirror. “She is beautiful.”

“Did she look like you?”

“No...everyone used to say I resembled my dad more. But I have her nose, I think. It’s also ‘beak-like.’”

He laughed a bit despite the emotion clutched at his throat. Carewyn leaned her shoulder beside his to show some support. 

“What did her laugh sound like?” 

“...A shriek, I guess,” Talbott admitted with a self-conscious laugh. “She used to laugh really loudly...loudly and fully, without any abandon. Once I had to attend this wedding of her sister’s when I was six, and I made up a silly little poem on the fly about how uncomfortable the suit was. My mum laughed so hard she was crying...”

 It went on like this for a while, Carewyn coaxing Talbott to talk even as they sat in front of the Mirror together, all in an effort to keep him in the present even while helping him through the sorrow of parting with the wonderful, fanciful image of his parents. It went on so long that Talbott’s hunger and exhaustion, which had escaped his notice while he was lost in obsessively staring at the Mirror, finally caught up with him. As the sun started to set, he found himself starting to nod off, his comments becoming softer and farther apart. Finally his head fell down beside Carewyn’s as he drifted off to sleep. 

Even once he’d fallen asleep, Carewyn sat on the floor with Talbott a bit longer. Her eyes drifted from her friend to up into the glass and back, but she didn’t speak or move, not wanting to disrupt Talbott. 

Not long after the sun set, someone else entered the Owlery. It was Tulip. After noticing that both Carewyn and Talbott were missing, Tulip put together that Talbott probably had the Mirror and, like Carewyn, had thought the Owlery would be a good place to look for him. When she arrived, Carewyn quickly signaled to her to be quiet, so as not to wake Talbott up.

“I’ll wake him up in a minute,” Carewyn said quietly, her eyes trailing along the carved words along the edge of the Mirror. “...He’s just had a rough day.”

Tulip sighed. “He’s not the only one.” 

She looked up into the Mirror, her expression faintly uncomfortable, as she settled herself down next to Carewyn.

“I thought about what you said, Carewyn Cromwell,” she admitted, her eyes locked on the glass above her, “about what I see, in the Mirror.”

Carewyn turned to look at her.

“I think you were right about one thing, more than any of it: I don’t just see myself working at the Ministry. I see myself with Tonks. Both of us are older. Both of us are happy and laughing, like we are right now. And I think...”

She swallowed, even if it appeared somewhat painful to do. 

“...I think that’s why I see what I see. Even if I’m at the Ministry of Magic...I’m happy, because Tonks and I are still able to work together. We’re still friends...even after so much time passing, even after we’re grown up and it’s not as easy to pull pranks on our teachers and we actually have to worry about stupid grown-up stuff like paying taxes and who gets Employee of the Month...”

Something oddly sad flickered in Tulip’s eyes. 

“...I don’t lose her friendship. She still wants to be my friend. Even after everything changes...”

“...That stays the same,” Carewyn finished.

Tulip nodded. There was a palpable silence, before Tulip felt Carewyn take her hand. 

The Ravenclaw prankster looked up. Her friend’s almond-shaped blue eyes were also on the Mirror of Erised rather than her, but her expression was very calm. 

“After falling out so badly with Merula...I understand why keeping Tonks in your life would mean so much to you.”

Carewyn’s eyes softened, even without shifting in the least.

“...I hope what you see comes true, Tulip. Not the part about the Ministry, but the part about Tonks. I hope you will be friends forever. I hope you’ll fight for that, no matter how much you or she might change.”

Tulip watched Carewyn for a moment, almost stunned. There was something so strong and full of conviction in her eyes as they gazed up into the Mirror, even despite the soft calm of her expression. It made her wonder for a moment what it was that Carewyn saw up in the Mirror of Erised, as she spoke...

Once that thought germinated, though, Tulip’s lips came together tightly -- for truly, she thought she knew exactly what Carewyn saw. Or rather who. 

“...Thank you, Carewyn Cromwell.”

Finally, after a minute or so more of sitting together, Tulip helped magically shrink the Mirror of Erised and Carewyn gently woke Talbott up. The rest seemed to have helped Talbott get his head on straight -- he was ready to return the Mirror to the Headmaster. Fortunately Dumbledore didn’t punish any of them for having “borrowed” the magical artifact -- he seemed to think that they had all learned a valuable lesson from it and so merely sent them to bed forthwith. It was on her way down to the dungeons that Carewyn found Barnaby waiting at the bottom of the stairs for her.

“Carewyn! There you are!”

It seemed that Barnaby and Rowan had been worried when they hadn’t seen Carewyn at dinner. Barnaby had decided to, after taking his, Liz’s and Carewyn’s bat Lune out for his nightly hunt, wait around at the base of the stairs for her, thinking that something must’ve happened if she risked breaking curfew. 

“I probably would’ve searched the halls too, but...well, Filch always tends to catch me, when I’m wandering around at night alone,” said Barnaby sheepishly. “Merula used to say it was because I’m too stupid to pay attention to my surroundings...”

“You’re not stupid, Barnaby,” Carewyn said very firmly, feeling another surge of dislike toward her old school rival. “I’m glad you stayed here, though.”

And so Barnaby and Carewyn walked back to the Slytherin commonroom together. Along the way, Carewyn explained why she’d been out so late. When she was finished, Barnaby looked oddly thoughtful.

“What is it?” asked Carewyn.

“Sorry,” Barnaby apologized at once. “I was just wondering what I would’ve seen, if I’d looked in the Mirror of Erised...but honestly, I don’t even know what it would’ve been, or what I’d want most! Which I guess would be the same thing...”

Carewyn gave him a reassuring smile. “It’s probably just as well. Tulip almost had an identity crisis, thanks to that thing. And Talbott had so much trouble letting go of it...I can’t imagine that’s uncommon.”

Barnaby frowned slightly. “Mm, yeah...it must’ve been really hard for all of you.”

Carewyn blinked, and Barnaby struggled to explain. 

“Well, if it was hard for Tulip and Talbott, it must’ve been hard for you too, Carewyn,” he said lowly. “Seeing this thing you want so much, even though you don’t know if it’ll ever come true...I reckon it must be like seeing some really yummy dessert behind glass -- just out of reach.”

Barnaby immediately brought a hand up behind his neck awkwardly.

“...That’s a really bad comparison, isn’t it?”

Carewyn, however, looked up at her friend with fondness and indulgence. 

“No, it’s not.”

This was all she said about the matter, though, as she stated the Common Room’s password (“Ashwinder”) and the two headed to bed.

Carewyn wasn’t surprised to see Jacob in her dreams once again that night. Just as he had been in the Mirror of Erised, he held her shoulders from behind, smiling and mouthing out words of encouragement and pride that she couldn’t hear. And even though she found her eyes moist with tears when she woke up that morning, Carewyn wiped them away and soldiered through without complaint, all the more determined to make sure that the next time she saw Jacob’s face, it would be accompanied by his voice and by his arms hugging her in that wonderful, suffocatingly fond vice grip he’d always held her in before. 

((OOC: And now you see why I had to draw something, rather than just leaving this GIF as is. At least he doesn’t have that awful black lipstick on, since Carewyn isn’t wearing make-up in year 4!! 😆 #GiveJacobCromwellHisCurls))

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Deciding to repost one of my short stories :)

Lockhart

Severus Snape x teacher!reader

TW: sexual assault & swearing

The spacing and look of this isn’t great because i’m not good at formatting but enjoy!

Elyse Kinhardt-Snape is the head of Ravenclaw house and the charms professor of Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry. She is 21 years old and married to the head of Slytherin and potions master in Hogwarts. Severus Snape is 10 years Elyse’s senior, but that has never bothered them besides the times that men Elyse’s age have made remarks towards her which makes Severus very jealous.

It was a snowy friday afternoon, elyse was teaching her fourth period class which happened to be her favorite because they were her 6th years and were all very passionate about charms. Since they were an older group, she had become closer with that class and had told many stories and secrets about her life.

Most of the students knew about her marriage with severus besides some of the new first years that didn’t take her class and too scared to ask about it in case their scary potions professor had heard them gossip about him.

This being said, Elyse would talk about her marriage to some of her students and once in a while Severus would stop in. He would say hello to his wife in between classes right as kids were filing in to sit down. He said goodbye to her and the class if he could tolerate the students. All was good in their relationship. Everyone respected their privacy and marriage except one new professor that had no idea.

Gilderoy Lockhart. He would always try to talk to her in the hallways between classes or walking to the Great Hall before she turned and sat next to her husband. She mostly avoided him except for today when he had barged into her classroom just as her 6th period class was finishing up.

“Okay everyone make sure you all practice making your aguamenti spell stronger because on monday we will be testing on-,” Elyse was about to finish her sentence just as Lockhart slammed her door open and strutted to her in between the desks with his signature smirk plastered on his face.

Milia Demarcus and Cara Seriuma were her two favorite students and they always had talks on lunch so they turned to eachother with an angry expression. The girls remembered Elyse talking about how he always tries to talk to her, and seeing her uncomfortable face they knew they had to stay behind to make sure nothing happened. “Make sure you do what I said please, I know you’ll all do great. I’ll see you all Monday,” Elyse finished with an sad smile while eyeing the girls as if asking what they are doing.

The students left with a bunch of “goodbye Professor Kindhardt” and the very few “goodbye Professor Snape” with waves. Hearing them say her maiden name makes her wish that they would refer to her more as Professor Snape, but it’s much easier so there is no mixing the couple up from each other.

“Hello Gulderoy, is there something I can help you with?” Elyse said while giving him a fake smile. “Good afternoon Elyse, and no nothing imparticular. Just wanted to stop by and adore you in your teaching state,” Gilderoy said while giving her a smirk.

Elyse’s eyes widened because she was never good at turning men down for the reason she was very anxious and men tend to make her nervous. The girls knew her well enough to take notice. so they started to whisper to each other of what to do to help before their thoughts got cut off by lockhart turning to them.

“Girls may I ask what you are still doing here instead of going to your next class? As you can see Ms. Kinhardt and I are having an adult conversation”, Gilderoy said with a look of frustration.

Malia said “It’s our lunch period and we always walk with Professor Kindhart to lunch,” she was starting to get frustrated with him. “Well i’m sure your lovely professor here wouldn't mind if you both started for lunch without her today, so I could have a word with her in private?”

Lockhart said to them while turning to Elyse for approval. Elyse looked at the girls with calm yet scared eyes. The girls were hesitant until seeing their professors fingers moving. Elyse was playing with her wedding ring while staring directly at the girls. The girls caught on and kept their faces calm to make sure professor Lockhart couldn’t tell their emotions. The girls agreed to wait outside for her, but not walk without her.

When they walked outside, they sent a patronus to Professor Snape telling him that Elyse needed him immediately because they were too scared to leave her. Elyse prayed the girls would know to get Severus when they walked out. She composed herself before she turned back to Gilderoy with a serious look on her face.

“Now what do you actually want Gilderoy?” she said not wanting to play around with him anymore. “I actually came here to ask you if you’d like to join me tomorrow afternoon for a trip to hogsmead?” He said waiting for her answer. “As a chaperone with students?” Elyse said to him very on edge if he says no which he proceeded to do. “No, i'd like to take you on a date. I think you’re a beautiful woman and I think we would look great together on the cover of magazines ,” He said to her with a disgusting smirk.

She prayed to Merlin that Severus would get there soon. “Gilderoy I know you’re new and may not know, but I am married. I just use my maiden name so students won’t get us mixed up. I’m surprised you haven’t heard about my marriage or noticed my ring,” she said getting very frustrated.

She lifted her left hand to show her black ring with a large emerald diamond resting in it. “Who is your husband?,” Gilderoy said, obviously confused. “Severus Snape” Elyse said proudly while Gilderoy’s face snapped with anger.

“You’re married to the old dungeon bat? You know i’m younger and much more handsome than that git” he stated with a voice of disgust. Elyse had become livid hearing him berate her husband “Severus is a great man and don’t you ever speak about my husband like that again or you won’t like it”, she threatened reaching for her wand.

Gilderoy grabbed her arm and pushed back into her desk pinning her in between the front and him. “Elyse you won’t do anything to me. If you do then I will paint you out to be an evil whore to the world. Just relax so I can show you what a real man can do,” as he started to slide his hands down her legs and up her robes. As soon as she tried to move, he muttered a spell locking all of her limbs to her side.

She started to shake and cry pleading for him to let her go, she needed Severus to get here before she panicked and lost it all. Gilderoy just laughed at her and continued until he started to pull up the bottom of her dress just before she let out a cry. Malia and Cara busted through the doors with their wands drawn at him. “Back away from her you disgusting bastard. leave her alone or you’ll regret it,” Cara screamed at him to protect her teacher. She was shaking tried to hold herself together while Malia was right by her side with her wand drawn.

Cara and Malia both sent an expelliarmus spell at Lockhart, but he used Protego and sent them back to hit the girls sending them flying to the ground. Elyse just screamed and cried knowing she caused the girls to get hurt. Just as Gilderoy turned to touch her again, he got hit with a strong expelliarmus spell from the man Elyse was hoping to see.

“Step away from my wife you bastard,” Severus seethed with his wand drawn and fire in his eyes. His spell had thrown Lockhart across the room to hit the wall. He stared at him unconscious on the floor with such rage.

First he turned to look at the girls to make sure they were okay before he went to his wife and unlocked her limbs with a wordless spell. She fell limply into his arms before she started to cry into his chest. He tried to comfort her, but was too mad staring at Lockhart to try.

He sat her down carefully and went to Gilderoy. He used a spell to wake him up before slapping him across the face and throwing words of venom at him for hurting his precious Elyse and two students. Dumbledore and Mcgonagal had just ran through the doors to see the scene. Dumbledore took Lockhart to his office and Elyse hoped he’d kick him from his position and place at Hogwarts. Elyse got up and went to the girls hugging them and crying with them. they told her that they were okay and it wasn’t her fault, but she felt terrible.

“Girls you are so brave and so strong. You saved me from that monster. I love you girls and can’t thank you enough,” Elyse said while squeezing them in a hug and tears running down her face. Mcgonagal took them to the hospital wing to make sure they were okay.

“My love, are you okay? I’m so sorry I wasn’t there quicker” Severus said with obvious sorrow in his baritone voice while holding her close. “I’m okay Severus I promise, I was just scared and feel terrible about the girls,” Elyse said with tears in her eyes. “Don’t worry my darling, I'm here now and the girls are okay. I’m glad you have them and they have you. I love you,” Severus said as he kissed his wife gingerly on the lips before they both took the rest of the day off and rested in their shared chambers.

[ransprang]

Hii! My name is Angel and I was wondering if I could request a male romantic NSFW + SFW matchup for Harry Potter and Community :)? When it comes to personality, i fluctuate between being an introvert and extrovert, it really depends on my mood, but im mostly an extrovert. Im creative and enjoy finding new hobbies. I rarley ever get mad, im a very chill person. My hobbies are video editing and drawing! I like guys who are super possessive, jealous, and protective, and I dislike guys who are very needy/lovey dovey. I like someone who allows me my space from time to time :)

Im an aquarius XNTP, I have short chin length brown hair which im kinda insecure about, 5’3 and more of a skinny body type. I have brown eyes but i normally wear my gray eye contacts! My clothing style is sort of fairy grunge meets bella swan vibes if that makes sense! My love language is quality time and im a ravenclaw. I have a crippling phobia of moths, so anyone willing to kill a moth for me would be nice 💪🥲

Thank you so much for this opportunity!💕

hii Angel thanks for the request. Your type is literally the same as admin sav and the opposite of admin sar lmao. Also.. we're so sorry we got a bit carried away and had too much fun with this one. Hope you still like it!

The moths to your flame,

Admins sav, san & sar

(harry potter & community match ups are under the cut)

YOUR HARRY POTTER MATCH UP IS.....SNAPE!!

SFW

Since you're a Ravenclaw it's not offensive to him. Slytherins and Ravenclaws go well together. He'd respect your intelligence

If you slick your hair back you can look just like Snape since your hair length is the same as his. You can also dye your hair red if you want to remind him of Lily for fun.

Snape doesn't understand muggle contact lenses. So he thinks you're doing witchcraft to make your eyes turn from brown to gray and back.

Other teachers try to hit on you and he tells them to fuck right off. He makes sure they know you're his woman. His toy. To do so he sends certain consensual tapes to persistent teachers.

He appreciates that you don't get angry because he's quite short tempered.

He likes putting on your fairy grunge dresses because he thinks they're cute. And you can't keep your hands off of him.

When Voldemort comes over for a sleepover Snape makes sure you're protected and hidden from his sight. Snape let's you hide in his expansive robe :)

N/SFW

Hes going to use the oil he uses to slick back his hair on your body and massage your bare skin with his body.

He will be so passionate when he has sex, those nasally moans will make you cum even faster than you expect.

Back shots for days he will want to imagine Lily Potter anyways (Jk (rowling))

This man spends his days being so stern and upright he would want to vent and release his frustrations at night. He likes spanking and hair pulling (his hair that is)

Snape is a dom. He'd slap your ass and stick his 'wand' up there from time to time.

YOUR COMMUNITY MATCH UP IS.....LEONARD!!

SFW

Leonard is the bad boy of Greendale. The man has ear piercings, would totally be protective, jealous and possessive. You are his girl now, no one in Greendale messes with you.

Nothing scares this man so he will gladly kill moths for you with his bare hands.

He is a very confident man, but if a young attractive man like Jeff tries to hit on you Leonard will put his arm around you and maybe lower it to cop a feel, while making eye contact with Jeff. He truly is a top tier alpha male.

Even though Leonard is a bit of a video editing god himself. He would still love they you can edit videos too. You could teach him about latest technology and editing tricks to grow his YouTube channel.

He loves pranking the students of Greendale with his gang and would love it if you joined them to relive their youth. Your creativity would come in handy to come up with new pranks.

N/SFW

He would love to ravish you in his Honda Civic. So lots of car sex.

He would film a review of your pussy. If would never be below 6/5 stars :)

While he is a dom, most of the time you need to be on top because of his hip and limited stamina.

Old people are notorious for their viagra, so he can really get his engine revving.

He enjoys moaning good girl into your ear. He hates it when you call him grand daddy.

Leonard's unlimited years at community college gave him tons of experience. Thus, he has plenty of sexual experience and knows how to pleasure women.

[lumosandnoxwriting]

Figuring it Out Together - Fred Weasley

Title: Figuring it Out Together Pairing: Fred x Fem!Reader Warning: NSFW!! Male receiving oral, female receiving oral, fingering, dirty talk, unprotected sex, some dom/sub elements but nothing too intense, begging, semi-public sex Summary: landing in detention with the person she hates most is the last thing Y/N ever wants to do. But of course, with Fred Weasley around nothing ever seems to work out the way Y/N thinks it will. A/N: this is for the anon who wanted an enemies to lovers smut with Fred! The summary is shit but what else is new lol. Thank you so much to @fandomscombine​ and the two anons who helped me develop this idea!! Requests are open and feedback is always appreciated! I’ve started a tag list, so send me a message or ask if you’d like to be added! Tags: @pandaxnienke​

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“Oi, Weasley! Get your ass back here!” Y/N shouts, chasing behind Fred as he heads towards the Gryffindor locker room with his brother. Fred and George stop in the tracks and turn around at the same time, the exact same cheeky smile on their mouths.

“Y/N!” George greets as she approaches.

“To what do we owe this pleasure?” Fred asks.

“You!” Y/N growls, pointing at Fred.

As Y/N comes to stand in front of them they both can’t help but notice how angry she is. Her face is flushed red and her eyes are dark and narrowed. Thankful that her anger seems to be directed at Fred, George gives his brother a sympathetic pat on the shoulder before turning around and following the rest of the team into the locker room.

“Me?” Fred teases, pointing to himself. “I’ve done something to rile up Miss prim and proper Y/N? Give me a moment, I need to bask in the glory.” Fred closes his eyes, tilts his head back and opens his arms as if the heavens have opened up and sunlight is gleaming down on him.

All this does is infuriate Y/N further, and when she finally gets close enough she shoves Fred as hard as she can. He doesn’t really move much, but it shocks him, and that’s enough for her. “What’s your problem you fucking prick? Why did you do that?”

“You’re going to have to elaborate, darling,” Fred responds casually, crossing his arms over his chest. “There’s a lot of things I’ve done in my life to classify me as a prick, so I’m going to need more details.”

“You broke his arm,” Y/N clarifies, gesturing towards the Quidditch pitch.

Fred rolls his eyes. “Your brother has suffered far worse injuries during a game, Y/N. Madam Pomfrey will have him fixed up in no time. No need for all the dramatics.”

Fred’s casual attitude does nothing but make Y/N angrier, and she shoves him again. “Most of them due to you no doubt! You knew how important this game was and yet you still had to go out of your way to be a complete asshat!”

Ravenclaw and Gryffindor have just finished a grueling match, and Fred spent most of it hitting bludgers at Y/N’s older brother Matthew like they were the only two people on the pitch. While Y/N normally would be loving the opportunity to rub in her house’s win, Y/N had been praying for Ravenclaw to win this particular match. It’s been Matthew’s dream to be a professional Quidditch player since he was a little kid, and this match was his opportunity to make that a reality. Scouts from a few different professional teams were in attendance, and the Ravenclaw team has spent weeks fitting in extra practices to give them the upper advantage on Gryffindor.

Even Y/N was positive that they would take the win, until Fred made it his personal agenda to ensure Matthew never scored a goal. Y/N’s brother had spent most of the game whizzing around the field avoiding Fred, and he failed to score a single goal. And the icing on the cake was that 20 minutes before Harry caught the snitch Fred hit a bludger so hard that Matthew couldn’t avoid it, and it came into direct contact with his arm – shattering quite a few of the bones in it.

Fred huffs. “What did you want me to do? Throw the game so your stupid brother could show off to all of those recruiters? Me hitting bludgers at him so he doesn’t score is kinda the whole point of the game, Y/N.”

“Don’t try and act like I’m the one in the wrong here, Fred!” Y/N shouts, gathering the attention of some of the students heading back towards the castle. “You were focusing a bit too hard on Matthew and you know it! There was six other Ravenclaw players on the pitch, did you think about trying to hit some bludgers towards them?”

“Oh fuck off, Y/N,” Fred spits, returning her anger. “It’s a fucking game, get over it. Why do you always have to be such a bitch? You suck the fun out of everything.”

Y/N is seething with anger, and just as she starts to pull her hand back to slap Fred across the face, Professor McGonagall is stepping in between them.

“What on God’s green earth do you two think you’re doing?” McGonagall asks, looking between the two of them. “Mr. Weasley, Ms. Y/L/N. Detention, all next week and I’ll have 50 points from each of you. Now I suggest you two go find something else to do before I make it a month.”

Y/N flips Fred off as McGonagall walks away before she’s turning on her heel and stomping back up to the castle.

-

“Will you sit down, your pacing is making me dizzy,” Matthew groans, putting his head in his hand.

“Sorry,” Y/N apologizes, giving her brother a sheepish smile. She takes a seat on the edge of his bed, trying not to jostle Matthew too much. Madam Pomfrey had been able to heal his arm quickly, but some of the potions she’d given him left him quite dizzy, so he’s still resting in the Hospital Wing.

“Fred is a prick, Y/N. You didn’t have to confront him,” Matthew says, looking up at Y/N. “Although I really wish you would have slapped him.”

“If McGonagall had only showed up a few seconds later,” Y/N laughs. “I’ve never had the urge to hit someone before but there’s just something about his stupid face that makes me so mad. You’ve been working so hard for this match and then he called me a bitch,” Y/N sighs and runs a hand through her hair. “I don’t know what came over me.”

“Don’t feel bad, and besides, this is a moment we should be celebrating.” When Y/N gives Matthew a confused look he laughs. “Your first detention! I’m so proud of you,” he says wistfully, pretending to wipe away a tear.

“Oh shove it,” Y/N says with a giggle. “I’m going to be stuck in a room every night for the next week with Fred doing whatever McGonagall wants, sounds lovely,” she adds sarcastically with an eyeroll.

“To be fair most girls would kill to be in your position,” Matthew points out with a laugh. “Locked in a room for hours on end with Fred Weasley. That’s like a girl’s wet dream come to life.” When Y/N grimaces at the thought Matthew gives her a look. “Every girl except for you apparently. Why do you even hate Fred so much?”

Y/N gives Matthew a look of surprise. “You can’t be serious?” When Matthew continues to look at her dumbfounded she scoffs. “You were at this school for two years before I was and all I heard when you were home on break was how much of an annoying prat Fred is. I mean I tried not to hate Fred just because you did when I got sorted into Gryffindor and he was pretty okay at first. But one day he just started being a dick to me and I realized you were right.”

“Probably because you’re my sister. I’m always on his case about pulling pranks or messing around in class, he probably figured you’d be the same way,” Matthew reasons.

Y/N shrugs. “Well he’s a bag of dicks anyway, so I’m not too bothered by it.”

-

Monday evening comes far too quickly for Y/N’s liking, and after dinner she trots off to the trophy room, Fred begrudgingly following behind. McGonagall is already waiting for them, and she directs them to sit on the couch in front of her. Y/N takes a seat and practically hugs the arm rest so she’s sitting as far away from Fred as possible.

“The behavior you two exhibited on Saturday was unacceptable and downright barbaric,” McGonagall scolds, her tone sharp. “You’ll be spending the week making sure every one of the trophies in this room shines like it’s brand new.” Y/N looks around at the vast amount of trophies in the room as McGonagall hands them each a rag. “This should give you plenty of time to not only think about your actions, but to resolve whatever animosity exists between the two of you.” She gives them each a stern look before heading towards the door. “I’ll be back to check on you both.”

Y/N groans as McGonagall shuts the door behind her and she hoists herself off of the couch towards the mantle, needing to put some space between her and Fred. McGonagall may want them to sort out their issues, but Y/N wants nothing to do with Fred, and she still has some lingering anger from their fight on Saturday so she’s sure all it would do is end in another detention. Y/N grabs a random trophy and starts scrubbing at it, keeping her back towards Fred.

“This is such bullshit,” Fred mutters to himself after a few minutes of working in silence. Y/N can feel his glare and her shoulders tense up, but she doesn’t say anything or turn around. “This is all your fault you know,” Fred continues a few moments later when Y/N continues to ignore him.

Y/N places the trophy she’d been working on back and picks up another one, determined not to give Fred a reaction. Clearly he’s trying to instigate her into getting into more trouble and while Fred may be used to serving detention Y/N plans on making this week her one and only stint. Y/N finally relaxes after a few minutes of silence, when Fred starts to hum some random song rather loudly and out of tune.

“Un-fucking-believable,” Y/N mutters to herself as she starts to work on another trophy. “Shut up!” Y/N demands, slamming the trophy she’d been working on down. As much as she wants to just ignore Fred, she also wants to keep her sanity.

“No,” Fred responds dully before he continues humming.

Y/N turns around to glare at Fred, and the sweet smile on his face only annoys her further. “Can you not be an asshole? For like, once in your life. Let’s just get through this week and then we can continue to hate each other from afar.”

Fred places the plaque he’d been working on down and leans back on the sofa, crossing his arms. “Why should I make this easy on you? You’re the one that got me into this mess.”

“Oh yeah, you’re right. You totally didn’t shout back at me or call me any names. You just stood there and let me yell at you,” Y/N responds with an eyeroll.

Fred narrows his eyes. “You started it,” he fires back. “I was on my way back to the locker room when you ran up to me and started shouting. And don’t forget you shoved me a few times. I only shouted back because I was tired of listening to your stupid voice.”

“Oh please, you barely moved when I shoved you. You’re acting like I broke your arm or something. Oh wait, that was you,” Y/N reminds him harshly. “You broke my brother’s arm during the most important Quidditch game of his life!”

Fred stands up and takes a step towards Y/N, his fists clenched. “You’re still on that? It’s a game Y/N! I wasn’t trying to break his arm, it just happened! You’re being such a fucking cry baby over nothing!”

“I’m not being a cry baby!” Y/N insist, taking a step towards Fred.

“Oh you’re right my mistake,” Fred spits. “You’re being a fucking bitch!”

Y/N brings her hand out to slap Fred, but his hand wraps around her wrist tightly. Before she has a chance to try and struggle against his grip Fred is pulling Y/N into his chest and kissing her hard. Y/N kisses him back with enthusiasm and moans into Fred’s mouth as his hands land on her bum and give it a tight squeeze.

“You’re so fucking hot when you’re mad,” Fred growls as he starts to bite and suck at Y/N’s neck. “You’re annoying as hell too,” he reminds as his hands shove up her shirt. “But so fucking hot.”

“Just shut up and kiss me,” Y/N demands, bringing their lips together again. Fred may be an annoying git, but even Y/N has to admit that he’s attractive and being with Fred will definitely make detention more interesting. “You have too many clothes on,” Y/N pants as they break apart, her hands starting to loosen Fred’s tie.

“I could say the same to you, princess,” Fred says, smirking when a shiver runs down Y/N’s spine. Normally the nickname would make her blood boil, but in this context it makes her pussy throb.

Y/N tosses Fred’s tie away as his fingers start to make quick work of her button down. “Why are these uniforms so fucking hard to take off,” Y/N groans as she starts to work at Fred’s shirt as well.

“That desperate for me already, Y/N?” Fred teases as he pushes her shirt off of her shoulders. He leans down to suck a mark onto the top of her breast as his hands move around her back to unhook her bra.

“Don’t flatter yourself, Weasley,” Y/N chides as she takes Fred’s shirt off. Her bra finally hits the ground, and Y/N lets out a whine as Fred’s mouth starts licking and sucking at her nipples. “You kissed me first, remember.”

“Only because I wanted you to shut the fuck up.” Fred steps back and sits on the couch, pulling Y/N down onto his lap. She straddles his waist and they both moan as she grinds down against him. Fred’s hands start to massage Y/N’s breasts and his thumbs start to roughly rub her nipples, causing her to let out a breathy moan. “That’s right, princess. Keep making those noises for me.”

Y/N bites her lip and rocks down against Fred again, determined to keep every noise that bubbles up her throat down. This seems to only spur Fred on, and his head dips down to take one of her nipples in his mouth, his tongue flicking the sensitive bud as his other hand continues rubbing the other. “Fuck, Fred,” Y/N moans, unable to keep it in any longer.

“Love the way you moan my name,” Fred praises, rocking his hips up into Y/N. He’s painfully hard in his trousers and he’s desperate for some friction. “Although I think there’s something even better for your mouth to do, princess.”

Y/N is dripping wet in her panties, and she hates to admit that the thought of sucking Fred’s cock sends a tingle right through her core. “Gonna have to ask me for it, Fred,” she teases, sinking to her knees in front of him.

Fred kicks his shoes off as Y/N undoes his belt and starts to work at the button of his trousers. “Look at you, you’re practically drooling,” Fred taunts playfully. “Give it another few seconds and you’ll be begging me to put my cock in your mouth.”

“You sure about that?” Y/N asks, looking up at Fred. She pulls his trousers and boxers down to his thighs in one go, and Y/N has to bite her tongue to keep from moaning as his cock springs out and slaps against his stomach. Fred exudes big dick energy, and Y/N’s pussy throbs as her hand wraps around him, pleasantly surprised that his size matches his personality.

Fred throws his head back and groans as Y/N starts to slowly stroke him. “Just fucking suck it already,” Fred demands. “You know you want it, slut.”  

“Thought I was your princess?” Y/N teases  as she leans forward, her tongue coming out to kitten lick at his sensitive head.

“Only good girls get to be called princess,” Fred moans, his hand fisting in her hair. “Bad girls who don’t do what I tell them get called slut.” Fred tugs on Y/N’s hair, and he smirks at the moan she lets out. “So you better get sucking if you wanna be my princess.”

Y/N presses her thighs together to try and get some relief on her clit as she decides what to do next. She desperately wants to suck Fred off, but a part of her wants to hold off for a bit and push him to beg her instead. But as Y/N strokes Fred, a bead of precum bubbles up on the tip of his cock, and it makes her mouth water.

“That’s it, princess,” Fred moans as Y/N finally takes him into her mouth and swallows him down. He watches as his length disappears into Y/N’s mouth, his hips twitching as he hits the back of her throat. “Fuck your mouth feels amazing. Gonna have to shove my cock into it every time you get mouthy with me.”

Y/N hums around Fred, her hand starting to work at the part of his cock she can’t fit in her mouth. She pulls her head back so her tongue can twist around the tip, Fred’s moans and pants only encouraging her further. Y/N bobs her head down, gagging as Fred hits the back of her throat. She starts to pull back, but Fred’s hips surge forward, fucking his cock back into her throat and making her gag again.

“Did I say you could fuck my throat?” Y/N scolds as she pulls off. Fred’s hips lift up again to chase her mouth, and she wraps her hand around his cock.

“Sorry princess,” Fred apologizes smugly. “You sound so good gagging around my cock I couldn’t help it.” Fred uses the grip he has on Y/N’s hair to bring her mouth back towards his crotch. “Just keep sucking, I won’t do it again.”

“I don’t really want to anymore,” Y/N teases. Her thumb swipes over the tip of Fred’s cock with every upstroke, causing his hips to jerk. “Gonna have to beg me for it, Fred.”

Fred groans. “Such a fucking tease, Y/N. Fine don’t suck my cock,” Fred says flatly, trying to bait her into taking him back down her throat. “Your hand feels just as good,” he groans.

Y/N narrows her eyes at Fred and pulls her hand away. “You wanna come from a hand? Then you can get yourself off.” She stands up then and kicks off her shoes before slowly shimmying out of her school skirt and panties. Y/N then lays back on the floor with her feet flat, knees bent and open so Fred can see her dripping core. She props herself up on one elbow and looks Fred dead in the eyes as her other hand starts to wander down to her pussy. “You can use your hand, and I’ll use mine.”

Fred watches in rapt awe as Y/N starts to slowly rub her clit, small moans falling from her lips. His cock twitches and he resists the urge to wrap his hand around himself. “Look how fucking wet you are, princess. All of that, just for me?” Fred bites his lip as Y/N starts to tease her entrance with her finger. “How about you come on my cock instead?”

Y/N whines as she sinks a finger into her heat, her attention completely focused on Fred. She watches as he stands up and gets rid of the rest of his clothes, her pussy throbbing at how wet his cock is still from her saliva. When Fred settles on his knees between her legs, Y/N reluctantly stops her movements on her core and places one hand on Fred’s chest while the other wraps around his cock.

“You wanna fuck me, Fred?” When Fred nods and goes to move forward, Y/N shoves him back. “Gonna have to beg me for it.”

“Stop fucking around, Y/N,” Fred complains. “You’re desperate for my cock and you know it.”

Y/N’s walls clench around nothing and her hips buck as if they’re searching for something to fill her. “Beg me for my pussy, Fred,” Y/N demands. “Beg me, and I’ll let you fuck me.”

“Let me fuck you, princess, please,” he begs. “Wanna ruin you with my cock, stretch that pretty little pussy out.”

Y/N is desperate for release at this point, and Fred begging for her only makes it worse. She immediately lets go of him and grabs his face, pulling him down for a messy kiss. As soon as he’s free to move Fred inches forward and slams into Y/N, both of them moaning as he buries himself in her completely.

“Fucking hell, Fred,” Y/N moans. Fred starts to fuck into her quickly, hitching one of her legs over his shoulder so he can move deeper inside of her. “Oh my fucking god right there,” Y/N pants as his cock starts to drag against her g-spot on each thrust. “You fill me up so good, Fred, fuck. Such a big cock, fucking me so well.” Fred starts to rub her clit, and her walls clench around him.

“You’re so fucking tight, Y/N,” Fred compliments. “Can feel your walls stretching for me, like they were made to take my cock.” Fred lands a particularly hard thrust and he’s rewarded with the hottest moan he’s ever heard. “Bet I’m the biggest you’ve ever taken. Aren’t I, princess?”

“Oh fuck, Fred,” Y/N gasps, her orgasm suddenly hitting her. She can feel her walls tightening and spasming around Fred, and her legs start to shake as pleasure washes over her. “Come inside me Fred please,” Y/N begs as she pulls their mouths together.

Fred’s hips still as he releases inside Y/N, his hips just slowly rolling to help him through his orgasm. He kisses Y/N slow as they both come down and once his cock stops twitching Fred slowly pulls out of Y/N and sits back on his shins. They both just sit their basking in the pleasure that’s still coursing through their veins, when footsteps start to approach the door.

“Shit, shit, fucking shit, that must be McGonagall,” Y/N panics, scrambling to find her clothes.

Fred grabs his wand and casts a spell at the door to keep it from opening. “Quick, get dressed. That’ll only stop her for a few minutes.”

They both get dressed hurriedly, and Y/N has just barely grabbed her rag and started to scrub at a random trophy when the door bursts open.

“Bloody old doors,” McGonagall mutters as she steps inside. She eyes both Fred and Y/N quizzically and Y/N holds her breath, waiting to be told off. “And how are things?” she asks.

Y/N breathes a sigh of relief. “Going well, professor.”

Fred nods in agreement. “We’ve been hard at work. Merlin’s honor,” Fred adds.

“Very well then. I shall see you both tomorrow after dinner.” McGonagall steps out of the way, and both Y/N and Fred practically throw down the things in their hands as they rush to leave the room.

They walk back to the common room side by side, neither of them really sure what to say. Fred says the password as they reach the Fat Lady, and he lets Y/N go in first. Before Y/N has a chance to say anything to Fred he’s heading to join George on one of the couches, and Hermione is calling Y/N over.

“How was detention?” Hermione asks as Y/N reaches the table she’s sat at.

Y/N shrugs, trying to keep from blushing. “It was fine. Pretty boring actually.”

“Only four more days,��� Hermione says with a laugh. “I’m working on that Charms essay if you wanna join me.”

“Yeah, totally. I’m just gonna go upstairs and grab a quick shower first and then grab my stuff.” Y/N can feel Fred’s release dripping out of her and into her panties, and she’ll never be able to focus on her homework if she doesn’t get cleaned up first.

“See you in a bit then.”

Y/N gives Hermione a smile before she turns on her heel and starts to head towards the staircase. Her legs are still a little shaky, and as she takes the first few steps up she stumbles a bit. Y/N looks back to see if anyone noticed, only to be met with Fred’s eyes. He gives her a sly wink, and she flips him off before disappearing up the stairs.

-

“So detention with Weasley was okay?” Matthew asks Y/N the next morning at breakfast.

They’re sitting together at the Ravenclaw table as always, and Y/N is thankful for the space it gives her from Fred. Last night was the best sex Y/N has ever had, and the fact that it was with someone she has hated for years has done nothing but confuse her further. She still hates Fred without a shadow of a doubt, but Y/N would be lying if she said she didn’t want it to happen again.

“Yeah, it was pretty chill. McGonagall had us scrubbing trophies and stuff in the trophy room for hours which was mind numbing but, other than that it was uneventful,” Y/N lies. Telling her brother about her sex life is low on the list of things Y/N wants to do under normal circumstances, and it’s even lower when her partner is someone her brother considers an enemy.

“A bit of hard labor never hurt,” Matthew jokes, causing Y/N to choke on her orange juice.

“Yeah right. Hard labor,” Y/N tries to joke back once her coughs have died down. If only he knew the kind of hard labor we got up to Y/N thinks to herself as her eyes wander over towards the Gryffindor table. Her eyes meet Fred’s and she has to look away to avoid blushing.

“Hello, earth to Fred,” George calls, waving his hand in front of Fred’s face.

Fred drags his gaze away from Y/N so he can look at his brother. “Sorry, what did you say?”

George chuckles and looks over his shoulder to see what had Fred so occupied. “Ah, Y/N,” he drawls, looking back at Fred. “You were pretty quiet after you got back from detention. Did something happen?”

“No, not at all,” Fred lies, hoping his cheeks don’t start to heat up. Much like Y/N, Fred is completely confused about their encounter. He’s loathed both Y/N and her brother for as long as he can remember, but less than 12 hours ago they were having some of the best sex Fred has ever had and he’s already thinking about what they might get up to when they’re alone tonight.

“I was kinda surprised you came back in one piece,” Ron adds with a laugh. Fred throws his spoon at Ron, and the younger boy dodges it. “No need to be so rude. You two have hated each other for years and she looked ready to beat your ass on Saturday. I figured she’d take the opportunity to do it when you were alone.”

“Why do you two hate each other so much?” Hermione asks from Ron’s side. “It seems like you’ve been at each other’s throats since our first year.”

“I hate her because Y/N is an uppity asshole like her brother. Matthew is always getting me and George in trouble and Y/N does the same,” Fred explains. “Your first year, George was serving a detention with Snape and I set up what was going to be our best revenge prank yet. I went all out, it took weeks of planning.  Except it never went off. Someone ratted on me and McGonagall intervened. I got in probably the worst trouble I’ve ever been in, Mum sent Howlers for days afterwards. I was in detention for months.”

“I remember that! Mum was still pissed at Christmas,” Ron says.

Hermione knits her eyebrows together. “I remember that too. But what does that have to do with Y/N?”

Fred sighs. “When I was leaving the prank to wait for George so we could set it off, Y/N passed me in the hallway. It had to be her who ratted me out just like her brown-nosing brother.”

“But it couldn’t have been Y/N. I spent most of the afternoon with her in the library working on a Herbology assignment. Ron and Harry were there too,” Hermione explains, and both Ron and Harry nod in agreement. “She must have passed you on the way into the library. By the time we left the library you were already in trouble, there’s no way she could have gone to see McGonagall between the time she passed you and when she got to the library.”

“Bet you it was Malfoy,” Harry adds. “He was leaving the library as Y/N entered, remember? He shoved her into the door jamb as they passed by each other.”

“Hold on, hold on, hold on,” Fred interrupts, his tone dripping with confusion. “You mean to tell me that I’ve spent the past 5 years hating Y/N for something she didn’t even do?”

Hermione nods. “Seems that way.”

Fred groans and stands up. “I’ll see you guys later.”

Fred heads out of the Great Hall and towards class, feeling even more confused than he had before.

-

“You plan on ignoring me all night, princess?” Fred says quietly, coming up behind Y/N. McGonagall has just barely shut the door behind her to leave them be and Fred doesn’t want to waste any time. He’s decided in the time it’s been since breakfast that he really isn’t sure how he truly feels about Y/N and having sex with her seems to be the best way for him to figure it out. He’d been trying to catch her attention all day, but Y/N barely even glanced at him.

“How the hell do you move so quietly?” Y/N asks, toying with the rag in her hands. Truthfully Y/N had planned on ignoring Fred. She spent most of the day trying to decide what to do about this murky new relationship they’ve gotten themselves in, and finally settled on letting Fred take the next step. Y/N is prideful above anything else, and she’d rather streak through the hallways naked than come on to Fred when he only saw their sex as a one-time thing.

Fred presses a kiss to the side of Y/N’s neck, smiling into the skin when she shivers. “You didn’t answer my question, princess.”

“You that desperate for me already, Fred?” Y/N teases, turning around to look at him.

“No,” Fred responds slowly, his gaze flicking to Y/N’s lips for a moment. “But I know you enjoyed last night, as did I. So I don’t see why we can’t do it again.”

“Maybe because we’re supposed to be shining these stupid trophies, not having sex. We barely did any work last night and I have a feeling McGonagall will notice when everything looks the same again,” Y/N responds in lieu of actually responding to Fred’s preposition.

“I can take care of that,” Fred insists. He takes his wand out of his back pocket and casts a spell which makes several of the trophies around them shine like diamonds. “There. Now McGonagall will have no idea what we were really getting up to in here.”

Y/N drops her rag and turns around, her arms winding around Fred’s neck as his wrap around her waist. She bites her lip, unable to stop her eyes from traveling down to Fred’s mouth. “This doesn’t change anything between us,” Y/N says softly, looking into Fred’s eyes. “Outside of this room I still hate you and you still hate me. Got it?”

“Of course, princess,” Fred confirms. Once Y/N relaxes in his embrace Fred wastes no time and presses their lips together, his tongue forcing its way into her mouth.

Y/N moans into the kiss, one of her hands trailing down Fred’s torso to his hardening erection. She palms him lightly, smirking when his knees quiver. “So hard for me already, Freddie? You miss being buried in my pussy that much?”

Fred starts to trail kisses down Y/N’s neck, one of his hands inching up her skirt. He pushes the fabric aside as he sucks a mark into her skin, and let’s two of his fingers rub through her wet folds. “You’re one to talk,” Fred teases as Y/N gasps. “I’ve barely even touched you and you’re dripping wet. Been thinking about my cock, princess?”

“Fred,” Y/N whines as he sinks a finger into her heat. She clenches around him, her hand starting to palm him harder.

Fred pulls his hand out of her panties and kisses away Y/N’s pout. “Your mouth felt so good on me yesterday, princess,” Fred starts, leading them over to the couch. “And tonight, I’m gonna use my mouth on you to say thank you.”

Y/N shivers as Fred pushes her back onto the couch, her arousal growing even more. His voice is deep and slow, the complete opposite to how it was last night. Yesterday they had both teased each other, but it’s clear by Fred’s actions so far that he’s in no mood to play the same games again.

“How generous,” Y/N teases, watching as Fred starts to unbutton his shirt.

“If you want me to tease I can tease,” Fred muses, dropping his shirt on the ground next to his tie. “Or you can get naked and I’ll eat that pretty pussy of yours until you’re begging me to let you cum.”

Y/N immediately kicks off her shoes and wiggles out of her skirt and panties, letting them drop to the floor. “Please eat me out, Fred,” she pleads as her hands start to work at the buttons of her shirt.

Fred kicks Y/N’s discarded clothes out of the way and drops to his knees, grabbing a thigh in each hand. He pulls her legs apart and settles in between them before pressing kisses up her thigh and towards her heat. “How can I say no when you ask so nicely, princess?” Fred stops to suck a mark on the inside of her thigh, only an inch or two away from where Y/N needs him most. “Bet you taste so good, princess.”

“Put your mouth on me and you’ll find out,” Y/N pants, fisting a hand in Fred’s hair.

Fred looks up at Y/N, his mouth running dry and how beautiful she looks. Her cheeks are flushed pink, and her school shirt lays open, the tops of her breasts spilling out over the cups of her bra. Fred can still make out some of the marks he left on them yesterday as her chest heaves with deep breaths. Y/N’s stomach is quivering and Fred dips down and licks a long strip from the bottom of her pussy to the top to keep himself from blurting out just how beautiful he finds her.

Y/N moans as Fred’s tongue starts to flick at her clit, tugging his hair slightly. Fred’s fingers are digging into her thighs and it only turns her on more. “More, Fred, please.”

Fred’s tongue travels down from Y/N’s clit to her dripping entrance, slowly sliding into her as he collects her juices. He moans at her taste, letting his tongue fuck in and out of Y/N’s pussy. “Knew you’d taste good,” Fred praises. He sucks Y/N’s clit into his mouth and takes one of his hands off her thigh so he can sink his index finger into her.

“Freddie,” Y/N whines, bearing her hips down onto his finger. He curls it inside of her, and Y/N clenches around it. “Wanna come, please,” Y/N begs.

Fred nibbles lightly on her clit, teasing a second finger around her entrance. “Gonna have to come from just one finger, princess. Want my cock to stretch you out.” Y/N lets out a loud moan at that, and Fred smiles as he presses a wet kiss to her clit. “You like that idea, princess? My cock splitting you open?”

“Fuck me now, Fred,” Y/N demands, tugging on his hair again. “Wanna come around your cock.”

Fred licks up Y/N’s core one last time before he pulls away and starts to work on taking the rest of his clothes off. “Fuck, Y/N. You can’t say shit like that to me and not expect me to bury my cock in you every chance I get.” Fred stands up to get rid of his bottoms, watching as Y/N tosses her shirt aside and takes off her bra. “Don’t think I told you how incredible your tits are yesterday, Y/N. They’re so soft and round and perfect,” he groans.

Y/N flushes under Fred’s praise and climbs onto his lap when he sits down next to her. She presses their lips together and kisses him messily, one of her hands gripping his shoulder while the other reaches around to grip the base of his cock. “Gonna make me do all the work, Weasley? Typical man,” she teases, letting the tip of his cock tease her entrance.

Fred’s hands land on Y/N’s hips and he smirks as their lips connect once again. When Y/N teases her entrance again, Fred jerks his hips up and slams her down at the same time, shoving his cock all the way into Y/N. “What was that, princess? About me doing all the work?”

Y/N gasps as Fred enters her, her walls twitching around him. “So fucking big, Fred, holy hell. Feels like it’s splitting me in two. Feels so good.”

Fred hums and kisses Y/N again as she starts to bounce on him, his hips meeting her thrusts. “Riding me so good, princess,” he groans. “You feel amazing around me. Always so tight for me.” One of Fred’s hands travels to Y/N’s core and starts to lightly rub her clit while the other starts to pinch and toy with her nipple. He leans forward and presses his lips to her neck, biting and sucking at the sensitive skin.

“Not where people can see,” Y/N warns, tipping her head back to give Fred more room to kiss. She leans back to brace a hand on Fred’s thigh, whining at the new angle. The tip of Fred’s cock rubs her g-spot with each movement, and Y/N can feel her orgasm building.

“But that’s half the fun,” Fred pouts, examining the few bruises he’s left on her neck. “Want everyone to know who this pussy belongs too.”

Y/N moans as Fred’s head dips down and takes one of her nipples into his mouth. “So this pussy belongs to you?” Y/N stutters, her eyes fluttering closed as Fred nibbles on her nipple and starts to rub her clit faster.

“Does it not?” Fred asks, fucking his hips up into Y/N harder. “Or is there someone else that makes you feel this good?”

“Fred,” Y/N moans as he pinches her clit and nipple at the same time, her orgasm taking over her suddenly.

“Fucking hell,” Fred moans as Y/N tightens around him and collapses into his chest. He grips her hips and moves her on his cock as he chases his own release. “How the fuck are you even tighter?” He groans as Y/N clenches around him again, and he brings her down on him one last time before his cock starts to twitch and he releases inside of her.

Fred starts to rub Y/N’s back as they both come down, whining as she shifts on his softening cock. “So good for me, princess,” he praises, pressing a few kisses to the side of Y/N’s face.

Y/N pulls away from Fred slightly so she can kiss him. Their lips move together softly and Y/N whines into it when Fred lifts her off of his cock. “Feel so empty without you,” she admits sheepishly, her cheeks heating up.

Fred chuckles and starts to trace shapes into her sweaty skin. “Trust me, love. If McGonagall wasn’t due to barge through that door any minute now we’d be getting ready for round 2.”

-

By the time Friday rolls around Y/N is more confused than ever. Every time her and Fred go their separate ways after detention leaves her with an empty feeling in her chest and she’s not quite sure what to make of it. It doesn’t help that Fred has started being nice to her outside of their detentions too.

Instead of his usual hard glares she finds him looking at her softly during meals and he greets her every time their paths cross instead of ignoring her as per usual. Their housemates are starting to notice Fred’s change in behavior as well. One morning he lets her have the last piece of bacon on the platter, and Hermione gives her a questioning look. When she’s doing homework in the common room with Harry and her ink runs out, Fred pulls a new bottle out of his bag and immediately hands it over to her, causing Harry’s jaw to practically drop. It’s almost as if they’re friends now, and it only complicates things in Y/N’s head further.

Y/N has found herself actually enjoying Fred’s tenderness, and she doesn’t quite know what that means. Tonight is the last night they’ll have to spend together, and Y/N is both scared and curious about what that means for their relationship. She spares a glance at Fred from down the table as Hermione chatters on about something, and she looks away quickly when his eyes meet hers.

“Last detention, what are you gonna do once you’re a free man?” George asks, pulling Fred’s attention back to him. When all his brother does is shrug, George frowns. “What the hell has gotten into you? You’ve been acting weird all week and now you almost seem, sad that your detention is over with.”

Fred bites his lip, pushing his food around on his plate with his fork. “Just been thinking about stuff.” Fred has gotten himself in a major problem, and he’s been trying to figure out how to get himself out of it all week. After his second time with Y/N things became clearer to Fred, he certainly doesn’t hate Y/N anymore, and he’s found himself developing feelings for her. He wouldn’t say he’s in love, but he’d be lying if he said he can’t see himself falling in love with Y/N.

He’s been paying more attention to her since his revelation that his deep-rooted hate was based in a misunderstanding, and he’s noticed so many things about her that he finds so endearing. It certainly doesn’t help that he’s had her moaning and writhing underneath him every day this week and every time she moans his name his heart swells.

“This about Y/N?” George asks carefully, not wanting to push Fred too much. Being a twin has its advantages, and while he can’t say he knows what’s going on in Fred’s head he can tell something is off with him and it’s not too hard to guess why.

“I don’t hate her anymore,” Fred admits quietly. “And it’s not like I’m in love with her or anything, but I think I could be. Someday. If she would let me.” Fred sighs and looks at George. “But I’m pretty sure she still hates my guts, I mean how could she not? I’ve been a dick to her for years and it’s stupid of me to think that a few nights of sex can change that.”

George chokes on his pumpkin juice. “You two have been screwing?”

“Shh, shh,” Fred says quickly, looking around to make sure no one overheard. “Keep your voice down, I don’t need the whole school knowing. Especially Y/N’s brother.”

“I thought you two were just making out or something,” George continues quietly. “Now I know why you’re so happy when you get back from detention every night.” George wiggles his eyebrows at Fred, and Fred rolls his eyes in response.

“We agreed that we wouldn’t continue hooking up after our detention was up and things are going to go right back to how they were before it started,” Fred pauses to swallow the lump in his throat. “But I don’t feel the same way about her as I did before and I don’t know if I can start pretending to hate her.”

George gives Fred a sad smile and ruffles his hair. “I wish I could help you, Freddie.”

“Yeah. Me too.” Fred watches as Y/N stands up to head to detention, and he slowly follows her lead trying not to pay too much attention to how her hips sway.

-

“I guess this is it,” Y/N says quietly, trying to not let the sadness she feels creep into her chest. Fred has just finished fucking her into the carpet and she’s cuddled into his side as they catch their breath. In a few minutes McGonagall will be back, and whatever this is between her and Fred will be over.

“Guess so,” Fred responds, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. His chest is already aching, and they haven’t even parted ways yet.

Y/N tilts her head up and catches Fred’s mouth in one final kiss. “It was nice, to not be your enemy for a bit.”

“Let’s not go back to being enemies then,” Fred says carefully. When Y/N looks up at him worriedly Fred musters up what he hopes is a reassuring smile. “Friends?”

Y/N nods, trying to figure out why Fred’s offer of friendship simultaneously makes her happy and sad. “Sure, friends.”

They part and get dresses quietly, barely even able to look at each other. When McGonagall finally pushes through the door their standing at opposite ends of the room, and the awkwardness in the air is evident.

“I hope you two learned your lesson,” McGonagall says quietly before watching the two of them scurry away, their heads hanging low.

-

Despite the fact that she and Fred had agreed to be friends, Y/N can’t help but notice that he’s ignoring her. It’s been a little over a week since their last detention, and Fred hasn’t even said two words to Y/N. He’s barely even looked at her. His sudden disappearance from her life has left her both sad and angry, and she’s started to realize that maybe it’s because she really wanted to be more than friends with Fred. She thought maybe he had wanted that too, but with his sudden cool attitude, Y/N isn’t going to be the one searching him out to get to the bottom of it.

“Okay, you’re like, the best sister ever,” Matthew greets as she comes to sit next to him at the Ravenclaw table. It’s fairly early on a Saturday morning, so the Great Hall is still pretty empty.

“I mean I know that,” Y/N says with a laugh as she sits down next to him. “But do you wanna explain why you’re suddenly realizing it too?”

Matthew rolls his eyes and waves around the letter in his hand. “I got this in the mail today, no need to be so coy.”

“What is it?” Y/N grabs the letter from him and scans over it briefly. “One of the teams is going to send another scout to your next game. That’s amazing!”

Matthew frowns at her. “You mean you didn’t write to them?” When Y/N shakes her head, his frown turns into a look of confusion. “The letter says someone at school wrote to them and asked them to reconsider drafting me and that I’m a better player than I demonstrated.”

“Must have been someone on the team,” Y/N muses, taking a sip of orange juice.

“That’s what I thought, but look at the team they sent the letter to,” Matthew insists, tossing the envelope to Y/N.

She looks at it closely, noticing the team emblem embossed into the parchment. “That’s your favorite team,” Y/N points out.

“That’s why I figured it was you. You’re the only one that knows they’re my favorite, and it’s kinda weird that out of the six or seven teams that sent scouts this person would send a letter to the one team I’ve always wanted to play for.”

Y/N’s jaw drop as a conversation she’d had with Fred one night as they laid next to each other to recover. She offhandedly mentioned how sad Matthew had been after receiving a rejection letter from his favorite team. She thought nothing of it at the time when Fred asked her which team it was, but it all makes sense now.

“I think I know who sent that letter. I’ll be back.”

Y/N heads out of the Great Hall and back towards the Gryffindor Common Room, all kinds of emotions flowing through her body.

“Fred!” Y/N shouts as she throws the door to his dorm open. All three of the boys in there jump, frightened by her sudden appearance. She starts to storm towards Fred, and George and Lee take the opportunity to sneak out of the room, shutting the door behind them.

“Do you mind?” Fred says dully. His back is to Y/N and he takes a deep breath to calm himself down. “I’m kind of in the middle of something.”

As Y/N comes to stand behind Fred she can’t help but notice that he’s standing next to his bed in nothing but his boxers. His hair is messy, and she figures he’s only been awake a few minutes. “It’s nothing I haven’t seen before,” Y/N reminds him. “I need to talk to you.”

Fred sighs and turns around to look at her, sitting on his bed. “What?” His voice shakes, and he prays Y/N doesn’t notice.

“What the hell is wrong with you?” Y/N asks, trying not to lose her nerve. Fred looks beautiful sitting there, and it’s taking everything in her not to crawl into his lap and kiss him.

Fred rolls his eyes. “Lots of things are wrong with me, Y/N. You’re going to have to elaborate.”

“Why did you send that letter? To the quidditch team?” she asks, crossing her arms over her chest.

Fred smiles sheepishly and scratches the back of his head. “They weren’t supposed to say you sent the letter,” he mumbles.

“They didn’t. But the only person who knows about Matthew’s dream to play for that team besides he and I is you. And since he didn’t send the letter and neither did I it had to have been you,” Y/N pauses, looking at Fred. “Why did you do it?” she asks again, softer.

“I dunno,” Fred responds with a shrug. “I could tell you were upset about the whole thing, so I figured I’d reach out. The worst they could do is send a letter back to me saying no. And then you’d never have to know about it. And if they said yes Matthew would never know it was me who sent the original letter in.” Fred bites his lips. “I just wanted to do something to make you feel better.”

Y/N’s heart melts. “You did it for me?”

“Why are you surprised? I figured it was obvious there isn’t much I wouldn’t do for you. Or have you forgotten about the seven orgasms I gave you last Thursday?” Fred teases.

Y/N can feel her cheeks flush and a shiver runs down her spine at the memory. “Why go through all that and not even take the credit for it?”

“Because of what you said, the second night of our detention,” Fred starts. “You made me promise that us hooking up wouldn’t change our relationship outside of detention and I very clearly broke that promise.”

“But I thought we agreed to be friends?” Y/N admits softly. When Fred nods she sighs in frustration. “Then how come you’ve been ignoring me? I’ve seen you less in the past week than I did when we hated each other.”

“Because I don’t want to be just your friend,” Fred admits. “I want to hold your hand and take you on dates and kiss you and fuck you in my bed. Or your bed. Any bed really I still have fucking carpet burn on my knees,” he jokes, trying to diffuse the air in the room. “I’m starting to feel things for you, Y/N. And I thought just being your friend would be enough but it’s not.”

“Freddie,” Y/N whispers, taking his hand in hers. “Why not just say all that then?”

Fred rolls his eyes. “Maybe because you’ve spent the past five years hating my guts? And you were pretty adamant that you wanted to continue hating me no matter how much sex we had.”

“You seemed to hate me pretty strongly too,” Y/N points out with a quiet laugh. “I wanted to hate you still, I really did. No offense,” she apologizes, squeezing Fred’s hand. “But as we spent more and more time together inside and outside the trophy room I couldn’t even remember why I started hating you in the first place. Your issues with Matthew are your issues with Matthew, and I shouldn’t have made them my issues with you too.”

“That’s why you hated me? Because of Matthew?” Fred asks, pulling Y/N onto his lap.

“It sounds stupid now. But it made sense at the time,” Y/N says quietly.

Fred grips Y/N’s face carefully and brings their lips together in a slow kiss. Their mouths move together softly, and Fred can’t help but notice how perfectly they fit together. Fred nibbles on Y/N’s lips to ask permission to enter her mouth, but Y/N keeps her lips shut tight. Sensing her sudden hesitation, Fred pulls away. “What’s wrong? I thought all that meant we were going to move towards something more. Did I read it all wrong? Oh god I did. I’m sorry I’m such an idiot.”

Y/N presses a reassuring kiss to Fred’s mouth. “It did mean we’re moving towards something more. I want to be something more with you,” Y/N admits. “I just. I don’t know how to be something more with you, Freddie. I don’t know how to be your girlfriend.”

Fred chuckles. “Well I don’t exactly know how to be your boyfriend either.” Fred kisses Y/N again sweetly. “But that’s the fun part of a new relationship, isn’t it? Figuring it out together.”

“At least we’ve already got the sex part figured out.” Y/N laughs as Fred stands up and throws her down on the bed.

Fred crawls up the bed and drapes himself over Y/N. “Doesn’t hurt to work on it, though,” Fred teases, kissing her hard.

[amphxtrite]

cedric diggory x slytherin fem!reader

warnings: smut, swearing, oral (female receiving), hand job, fingering, riding, kind of dom x dom, spelling/ grammar mistakes.

do not read if you are not comfortable.

summary: Badgers and snakes are born into their rivalry, even in the wild they are practically bred to fight and show their dominance. Cedric and the reader have hated each other from the moment they met. It’s not until Cedric puts his name into the goblet of fire and nearly gets killed that feelings become clear. fluff at the end.

a/n: thank you to @cedricsyellowscarf and nonnie for requesting!

word count: 4.6k

enjoy <3

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When you think of slytherins, what’s the first thing you think of?

Cunning, resourceful, and badass?

Y/n L/n was all the above when you thought of a stereotypical member of the house of black and green, someone who knew what they wanted and would fight with a smirk on her face.

Hufflepuffs on the other hand are thought to be loyal, compassionate, and sweet.

Cedric Diggory fit the description perfectly. The school golden boy with a pretty face and a kind personality.

It wasn’t supposed to be like this. But just like in nature, the badger and the snake were born to fight.

When Cedric first met you, a chill went up his spine, everything about you screamed ‘no’ at him and had a scowl resting on his face seconds after just seeing you. Similarly, the hufflepuff gave off a goody-two-shoes aura, someone who couldn’t relax and caved into every demand thrown at them. You didn’t know why, but you had the overwhelming urge to push all this boy’s buttons and drive him insane. Maybe it was the whole ‘strict prefect, and perfect person’ thing going on, but you just wanted to have some fun with him.

You started small. Flirtatious winks, smirks and checking him out when you knew he was looking. The reactions ranged from annoyed to bashful and if you were lucky he grew absolutely seething.

“What the hell are you doing l/n?” He sighs as you brush your arm past him in the hall.

“What Diggory? Am I not good enough to be in your presence?” You scoff, turning to face him. “Listen, I know what you’re trying to do and it won’t work.” The badger snarled.

“Oh Diggory, it already has.” Your smirk, brushing your wand down his jawline and licking the outside of your teeth.

Cedric couldn’t explain what got him so ticked off about you, maybe it was your care-free demeanour; someone who could get whatever she wanted with a snap of her fingers. He’d seen you in between classes, people fawning over you or begging for your forgiveness, only to be met by your stoic face. Your whole being betrayed every instinct and belief Cedric held, and the voice in his head begged to attack.

And so the battle between the badger and the snake continued, you pushed the badger’s buttons, challenging him and egging him on to snap.

“I’m not going to ask again l/n.” The brunette seethed, taking hold of your arm and pulling you back towards him after your fingers brush his back. “Ask what?” You cock your eyebrow with a grin.

“Did the pretty boy finally lose his composure?” Your grin turns malicious and Cedric pushes you against the wall. “In your dreams l/n.”

“Oh indeed you do.”

The two of you were natural born rivals, coexisting to keep the other on their toes and keep natural instincts alive. Both sides are stubborn, unwilling to let the other win. It was destined that one of you would though, these things don’t just end in draws.

As you ‘flirted’ relentlessly, Cedric’s only offence was his retaliation. He had a feeling you’d stop if he never reacted, but a piece of Cedric enjoyed the challenge and almost craved the game.

When the badger put his name into the goblet of fire you almost scoffed. Maybe you had done it, driven him off the edge and caused him to go insane. But as the boy clad in black and yellow turned to reveal a smile, you nearly choked on your pumpkin juice. How on Earth was this fool smiling at the fact he could’ve just signed himself up for a public, gruesome death.

It may be hard to believe, but even snakes can become ‘compassionate’ when it comes to things they are close too, and while you couldn’t call what you and Cedric had, a compassionate situation, a sense of worry and dread overtook your senses.

“Hey is your head in the right space?” You fall into step with the badger and place your hand onto his forehead to check if the boy was sick.

“What is your problem?” Cedric flinches back, confusion flashing onto his face as soon as your hand comes into contact with him.

“Oh I’m just checking you haven’t lost your mind Diggory.” You roll your eyes and flash a sickly sweet smile.

“It’s none of your business what I choose to do l/n, now leave me alone.” The brunette’s face remains firm.

“As you wish, your majesty.” You smirk and fall back to head to your friends.

Despite the internal fight the hufflepuff couldn’t help but almost feel sorry for the way he reacted to your gesture. It was the first time you’d shown any type of kindness towards him. And while rather strange, he knew he shouldn’t have let his aggressiveness win over his true personality.

The badger never found his voice to apologize though, and the rivalry proceeded. You wiped any trace of worry from your face and continued your mission of driving the golden boy crazy. Only thing that was different was the way Cedric reacted. When you first began your flirtatious mission, Cedric grew angry and annoyed at your attempt to gain his attention. He knew you were trying to distract him and he let it get to him.

The silver-eyed hufflepuff started to look forward to your pestering, your flirting was the only fun he got after his name was pulled from the goblet. His schedule became jam packed with training, classes and pity parties from every student who made eye-contact with him. He was happy to see that something hadn’t changed.

The first task came and had you holding your breath at each champion’s battle with their dragon. Your mouth dropped open in awe at each unique way of conquering the task, and by the time Cedric stepped up to face the Short-Snout, you were already on the edge of your seat.

Snakes are in no means known for their love, but it is known they can show compassion in subtle ways. Worry blossomed in your stomach as you watched Cedric transfigure the boulder into a dog, he was taking a huge risk using it as a distraction, when the dragon could turn at any moment. Cedric managed to grab the egg moments before the dragon lost interest in the labrador, and a weight seemed to lift from your shoulders and a small smile shone through as you joined in on the applause.

The second task arrived and the four champions dive into the water in search of their treasure. Cedric surfaced first with the girl who attended the ball with him, ensuring his spot in first. Krum was next with Hermione, Harry coming in last, but with Fleur’s person along with his.

Cedric was rather confused to see Cho at the bottom of the lake. The egg stated the treasure was the thing they missed the most, so the professors must have gotten the wrong idea when Cedric showed up at the dance with the ravenclaw, she’d simply been kind enough to be there as support because Cedric had no one else to attend with.

By the third task, the entire wizarding world was biting their nails at the anticipation of the triwizard tournament. Sitting in the bleachers in front of the massive maze, it made you uneasy you may have to sit through one of these champion’s screams, injuries or even death.

“Tied In first place we have Cedric Diggory and Harry Potter. They will enter first, shortly followed by Viktor Krum and Fleur Delacour.”

At the sound of the flare, the hufflepuff and gryffindor cautiously make their way into the green maze, choosing each step with caution and wands clutched tightly in their hands, until all that was seen was the walls of the hedge.

Cedric had endured a lot through the triwizard tournament and he was not going to give that up for anything. When he spotted Harry close by the cup, his aggressive side took over and he tried to beat the boy who lived. When Harry actually ended up saving his life, he knew there was no way he could take this victory.

The two of them touched the cup and suddenly the world morphed and they were transported to a graveyard. “A… Portkey.”

A short man enters their vision as Cedric’s weakened frame points his wand towards the intruder. “Petrificus Totalus!” The unknown man shouts as Cedric’s body seizes and he falls flat on his face, his body ignoring his constant attempts at moving to help Harry, he can only listen to everything happening as he lays uselessly against the ground.

“Cedric! Get up, we need to go now!” Harry’s frantic voice calls as He pushes Voldemort and his death eaters back. The binding pressure is suddenly released and the hufflepuff immediately jumps to his feet. He runs to the portkey, throwing back any death eaters getting too close to Harry before grabbing his hand and taking hold of the triwizard cup.

The two boys are transported back into the maze, but they waste no time rushing out and grabbing hold of the first people they see. “V-Voldemort’s back!” Harry screams, followed by Cedric’s own voice. Looks of confusion flash on everyone in the audience's face, but as the champions break down they have no way to deny it, something terrible was coming to Hogwarts.

Amos Diggory makes a beeline for his son while Harry is dragged away by professor Moody. Cedric is gasping for breath and searching around for something, someone, to keep him sane. When your eyes meet Cedric’s eyes flash in hope and he begins to limp in your direction, stumbling and falling often, but not leaving his path despite his father’s grasp. You stand to question the hufflepuff, but he simply collapses into your arms.

“I-I’m so sorry for how I t-treated you. I shouldn’t have let m-my feelings define you, a-and I hate that I despised you for n-no reason.” Cedric begins to cry in fear he could’ve died without finally getting his apology off his chest. He wraps you tightly in his arms and his breathing grows rapid. “P-Please forgive me.” He manages in between breaths and your emotionless barrier falls. “Deep breaths Diggory, you’re going to pass out if you keep this up.” You caress the boy’s back in a soothing manner, but Cedric’s murmuring only rapidly increases, and you were beginning to feel a headache. “Hey, it's alright! I forgive you.”

His muttering continues.

“Ced, please you’re bleeding, let’s go get help.”

No use.

As a final resort you gently lift Cedric’s face from the crook of your neck; tears are streaming down his face and apologies continue to flood your ears.

“Save your breath Diggory.” You smirk, pressing your lips to Cedric’s scabbed pink ones.

Your lips are still as Cedric registers your movement, his eyes widen, but slowly close as your smooth lips pull him into a daze. The slight taste of blood is forgotten as Cedric stands and cups his hands around your face, tilting his face to deepen the kiss and slip his tongue into your mouth. As he familiarizes himself with your taste a low groan emits from the back of the champion’s throat and he pulls away to look at you.

In nature, badgers and snakes are natural born enemies, but when Cedric looked into your eyes, the badger lost its temper and the snake became calm. In the Hogwarts walls the snake and the badger felt something new bubble inside them, and the statement ‘opposites attract’ finally began to make sense. Two people, so different, yet so drawn to each other. Finally giving in to their feelings, with primal instincts still flooding their senses.

“You shouldn’t have done that, once I start, I might not be able to stop.” Cedric’s voice grows low in arousal and he leans his face closer to yours.

“Then don’t stop Diggory, take me.”

Cedric immediately takes your hand in a firm grip and walks you down the bleachers, promising his father to go to the hospital wing, but entering the quidditch pitch’s change room instead.“I-I need you y/n. Fuck, you’ve made me want you for so damn long.” He moans desperately, pushing you against the stone wall and placing his hands wherever he could. You trail your fingers down the hufflepuff’s torso and nibble on his lower lip. Cedric’s hips jolt and you’re met with a sudden pressure on your lower abdomen.

“Someone’s excited.” You smirk, reaching your hand down the brunette’s trousers to take his length into your hand.

Your eyebrows raise at the champion’s size, but you don’t let it shine through as your tease your hand against him, brushing past his tip before using his precum as lubricant to move against him.

When Cedric’s face contorted into a look of pure pleasure and lust, you were sure that this was the reaction you’d wanted from Cedric from the start. Lip in between his teeth and eyes shut tight as he bites back moans and lightly tugs on your hair.

You move your hand faster, smirking in pride as loud whimpers begin to exit beautifully from Cedric’s lips and he begins rocking himself against your palm.

“You like it when I use my hand Diggory?” You tease, applying even more pressure to his aching cock as he began to twitch in your grasp.

“Oh fuck yes y/n, just like that.” The hufflepuff’s rough hands move down from your hair to grasp your face and connect your lips again, drowning out the sound of pure ecstasy leaving his mouth with each thrust of your hand.

“You better be quiet Diggory, or people will know how much of a naughty boy you are.” You whisper in a low voice.

“I’d watch your mouth if I was you.”

Cedric removes your hand from his pants and pushes you on to a wide bench, holding you down so you can’t move.

“Now it’s my turn to make you writhe.” He growls with a devilish grin, pressing open mouth kisses against your neck and sucking on the sensitive skin as he works off your skirt.

Your head falls to the side as Cedric finds your weak spot, a mewl signaling him to go harder. His hands pull down the zipper on your back and he carefully pulls it down as your intoxicating whimpers egg him further on.

“Well princess, I guess you got what you wanted.” Cedric smirks, dropping to his knees in front of you and throwing your skirt to the side.

“You’re driving me absolutely insane.”

Euphoria flows through every single nerve in your body when Cedric presses his rough fingers against your clit, the only thing separating you and pure bliss being a thin piece of fabric. Cedric uses the cloth of your panties as extra friction, slowly circling his fingers around as your back arches and your breath grows irregular. Leaning forwards, he takes the lace of your undergarment between his teeth and pulls it down your thighs, swiftly prying your legs apart as soon as your panties drop to your feet and pass your ankles. “Now be a good girl and keep these open, alright?” Cedric mutters, in a dark voice as he descends.

The hufflepuff tests the waters by licking a stripe up your core, hiding a cheeky grin at the sound of your choked moan and continuing to lap at your slick folds.

Your vision fills with dots and your mind is deprived of any thought, your only feeling was Cedric’s strong tongue flicking around and dipping in and out of your slit.

“So wet for me love?” He groans deeply, the taste of your heat, causing his arousal to grow exponentially. Your only response is the incoherent moans and curses stringing past your lips as your back arches and your body pulses in bliss.

As your hips start to buck and your legs close against his face, Cedric uses one hand to press your abdomen down and using his arm and other hand he pushes your legs apart again, your moans fueling his strength. When the brunette adds his fingers into the array, your hands move from your clothed breasts to Cedric’s soft brown hair. A sudden rush of pleasure has your grip tightening in the champions curls, and a loud curse echoes through the empty room.

“You like it when I pull your hair like that Diggory?” You tease through the pulsing in your body. “Fuck, do that again y/n.” His deep growl responds as his fingers quicken and hit deeper inside your tight walls.

With each tight grip in Cedric’s curls, a loud moan was heard in response as he thrusts his fingers deeper and sucks harder, letting his moans vibrate through to your clit to fill your lower stomach with butterflies.

“I-I’m gonna cum!” You whimper loudly.

“You can cum if you beg.” The hufflepuff purrs with one last roll of his tongue, pausing his fingers, still deep inside of you. Every ounce of your dignity is shredded as the pleasure of Cedric’s mouth and fingers stop.

“Please Diggory, let me cum.” You mewl in desperation, but he doesn’t move.

“Try again love.” He smirks in amusement.

“Please Cedric, you make me feel so good! I’m so fucking close, I need to cum.” You moan in frustration, grinding your hips frantically for any friction. Cedric chuckles darkly, pulling his fingers out almost fully before slamming right back into you.

“Merlin, you say my name so perfectly darling.” The brunette grins, pulling his finger out and slamming back again.

“Say it again.” Cedric commands, attaching his lips to your clit, his fingers now ramming in and out of you.

“Cedric! Oh fuck!” your choked voice almost comes out as a sob, and your incoherent moans mix deliciously with your lover’s name.

With the combined stimulation of Cedric’s rough fingers and strong tongue, a coil snaps as your body seems to lose control. Writhing, pulsing, and gripping Cedric’s hair as you pant for breath.

Cedric pauses the assault with his tongue, but continues using his fingers to help ride out your high.

When the shockwaves finally stop and you’re able to open your eyes again, Cedric is leaning directly above you, a grin plastered on his face. “You’re so beautiful when you cum.” The hufflepuff begins kissing down your neck as his hands move down his torso and pulls his shirt up his chest. Cedric pauses to wince as cuts reopen and the fabric irritates his bruises, but when you sit up to help him, he pushes you down again. “I’m fine, It’s just a couple scratches.” He smirks looking back down at you, but you’ve regained your senses and have pushed the toned champion back onto the bench and climbed onto his lap.

“Are you sure? You looked pretty banged up.” your voice comes out as a soft whisper as you begin to press butterfly kisses to his bruises.

“Yes, f-fuck y/n.” He groans as you suddenly bite down on his shoulder, sucking on it for a couple seconds until you’re sure a hickey will form.

“Good, because it’s my turn now.”

You lift your hips from his lap to tug his shorts down and he lifts his bottom up to help you. As soon as they’re off you begin to unbutton your blouse, shrugging it off before leaning forwards and running a finger down Cedric’s abdomen. “Help me?” You smirk, standing and brushing your hair aside to reveal your bra strap. Cedric obliges with shaky fingers as his cock grows harder and begins twitching. Once it comes loose, you turn and connect lips with Cedric’s again, moving your hand to the back of the brunette’s head to run your hands through his hair and cup his jaw. Cedric takes your hips into his hands and slowly brings you towards him again. You shuffle onto Cedric’s lap again, hovering just above his cock as he rubs the sides of your body.

Without warning you sink onto him, relaxing your walls to take all of Cedric’s length. His grip on your waist tightens as you wrap around him. Strings of curses leave his mouth as his head falls onto your shoulder and he nips at the sensitive skin. When you’re halfway down, he moves his hands from your hips to your breasts, massaging them roughly and peppering kisses all over. With the Help of Cedric’s wandering hands and caring mouth, you bottom out and adjust to the feeling of being full. Your hands dig into Cedric’s shoulder blades and you begin moving up and down. It’s slow at first, you aren’t quite sure how to do it, but the hufflepuff uses his hands on your hips to guide you and soon you’re bouncing up and down, the grip on your side and the waves of euphoria from Cedric’s cock pushing you further than you could have ever thought possible.

“You feel so good darling.” Cedric sighs, his eyes squeezed shut and mouth wide open as your walls wrap tighter against him with each bounce. You don’t respond, your thoughts occupied with keeping the euphoric feeling coming. Using Cedric’s broad shoulders you begin to pick up the pace, sucking dark marks into existence on his chest, panting breathy moans into his ear and tightening your grip around his shaft to earn you that desperate moan that made you dizzy.

With the overstimulation from your voice and love bites Cedric could feel his release coming, but he wasn’t ready to end this just yet, with the last couple bounces he summoned as much strength as he could to lift you from his lap and release onto your abdomen. It took everything in him not to drop you or collapse right there, but he managed, setting you back down on the wide bench to push you back and tilt your chin up to meet eye to eye.

“Don’t t-think I’m done with you yet princess.” He growls.

The lustful look in your eyes as your pupils dilated and your mouth hung open had him hard all over again and before you could reply with something witty, he pounded right back into you.

Your head is thrown back at the new angle Cedric is fucking you in, your back arches so he can move deeper and your legs swing up to wrap around his torso, bringing him impossibly close to you. Cedric responds with vigorous thrusts, desperate for you to submit to him and end this with him on top. While he desperately rolls his hips into yours, you pull his head down and reconnect your lips, using your tongue to explore his mouth as you swallow the breathy moans of the grey eyed hufflepuff. Your teeth clash, lips mold and tongues dance as Cedric fucks you senseless.

“Oh fuck Cedric right there!” You cry, rolling your hips up to meet the champion’s needy thrusts and allowing your moans to fill the empty air. Skin hitting skin is the only sound other than your moans and cries mixing together, intimately connecting and reconnecting over and over as wave after wave of pleasure and euphoria floods your veins and every corner of your body. Your eyes roll back and your toes curl with each movement of Cedric’s hips and with his arms pinned above your head and his low groans right in front of your face you could not contain the knot that was forming in your abdomen. Your nails rake down Cedric’s back and bury themselves into his hair as you grin victoriously at the loud profanities spilling through his gritted teeth. With each pump of his length the knot grows tighter and tighter, Pleasure is swapped with pure bliss and Cedric can feel it too as his thrusts grow sloppy and your core tightens against him. He lets himself go, and you follow right behind him. The proof of your pleasures stream between the two of you, down your legs and in between where you are still connected.

Cedric helps you ride out your high as you run your shaky finger up and down his chest, a smile growing on your face as Cedric finally opens his eyes and looks back down at your tired form, panting and grinning back down at you.

“I win.” He smirks, lazily pulling out of you and resting himself on his elbows.

“In your dreams Diggory.” You roll your eyes and move some hair out of the boy’s face.

“Oh are we back on the last name basis?” Cedric chuckles, cupping your cheek and using his thumb to circle your cheek.

“Only if you want Ced.” You sigh, tilting your head closer to Cedric’s warm palm.

“Well in that case, you better get used to calling me Cedric, y/n.” The hufflepuff beams, sitting up and pulling you onto his lap.

Your eyes widen and you begin to laugh joyously as you connect your lips to Cedric’s again, mumbling sweet nothings in between each peck. You stay like that for a second, in each other’s arms, relishing the feeling of finally being complete and content, but as you press your hand to Cedric’s chest he winces and you know the moment has to end.

“Alright lover boy, it’s time to get you to the hospital wing.” You sigh, pecking Cedric’s lips once more before grabbing your wand and quickly cleaning off the mess in between you and Cedric’s legs. “Do I have too?” Cedric groans, pulling you back to him, as you clasp your bra on. “I’m sure I’ll be fine just sitting here in your arms.” He states staring lovingly into your eyes. “Sorry Ced, but even I don’t know a lot of healing spells and by the look of it you’re gonna need them.” You giggle, standing on shaky legs as you pick up your blouse and skirts again.

“Get changed Ced, I’ll meet you outside.” You smirk, slowly making your way out of the room with a slight swing in your hips.

Taking a deep breath of the night air, you take a moment to really take in what just happened. You thought you hated that boy, but maybe that was just for show. Maybe you’d always had feelings for the boy with the yellow scarf and you had been too naive to realize it. It felt strange how the part of your brain that convinced you to fight was now telling you this was right, but you were fine with it, your whole perspective had changed of this boy from the moment he came limping to you in the stadium.

Cedric had similar thoughts as he tugged on his shirt and pants. He finally realized the feeling he got when you looked at him wasn’t annoyance, it was a crush. A fancy that he wanted so badly to deny, but embrace at the same time, and now he could.

As he finally walked out to you and wrapped you in his arms, you knew it was right and you were where you are meant to be. As you interlocked hands with the grey eyed hufflepuff, making your way towards the castle and your new life. Something was made crystal clear.

Badgers and snakes are natural born enemies, made to fight and hate each other. But you and Cedric aren’t the animals you are associated with,

you’re humans and you had the choice to decide how you would treat your opposite.

And although the two of you were clear descriptions of the houses you were assigned, your personalities molded perfectly.

As Cedric lay in the hospital bed, Madam Pomfrey healing his wounds, you stuck by his side and held his hand, knowing the snake would never define you. The badger would never define Cedric. You were your own people, and you were in love.

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Can you do a smut for Hermione x fem with third prompt

Bubble bath- H.G.

Summary: Hermione Granger is know to be the perfect student, always good at everything but she has this little secret...

warnings: SMUT!!! +18, fingering, swearing, different kinks.

prompt: 🔥 3: “I decide when you can come.”

Hermione Granger, sixth year and a Gryffindor.

She was the perfect student, she was a smart-ass and not everyone liked her. But she was hot, she was so hot and you couldn’t denied. You like her since you were in your third year but you told no one, you were to afraid to admit to everyone that you were bisexual and you were sure that she didn’t like you back. Why? Because she wasn’t into girls. But you were wrong, you were so wrong.

One Friday night, at a Ravenclaw party, you both got drunk and you find yourself making out in a broom closet. The morning after, when she came to you she told you that she didn’t regret anything and that she fancied you. It felt like a dream to you.

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You were having an awful day, the professors were super hard on you and you just wanted to take a bath and relax. So there you were in the prefect bathroom taking a bath and relaxing.

“Hey” you heard Hermione’s soft voice in the background, making you turning to her direction.

“Hey, what are you doing here?” you asked her smiling at her.

“I asked Draco where you were, he told me you stormed out of the common room all angry so I thought you were here. Rough day?” she said kneeling down and running her hand through your wet hair.You simply nodded and leaned in her touch, closing your eyes.

“Scoot over.” she suddenly said, starting to take off her clothes. You moved forward to make her enormous space and when she entered the bath you simply leaned in her naked body.

“Let me make you feel good, please.” she whispered in your ear.

“Okay ‘Mione” you closed your eyes.

“Open your legs baby” you did as she asked and she put her hand on your inner thigh, caressing you softly.

“Are you already wet for me? Let’s find out.” he hand reached your core making you groan.

“Hermione we’re in a bloody bathtub of course I’m wet.” you said giggling.

“Watch your attitude, poppet.” she said rudely, grabbing your face. She was never this dominant when you two would get intimate, this was actually new but you enjoyed every second.

Her fingers were playing with your clit, teasing you while her other hand reached one of your breasts. She slowly entered you with one finger, making you moan grabbing her arm with your hand while the other one rested on her bare thigh.

She add another finger and started pumping them in and out of you. It was painfully slow and you wanted more so you asked for more.

“Faster ‘Mione, please.” you moaned her name, gently scratching her arm.

Her movements went faster and your breaths started to get shorter and shorter and your orgasm was so near. You placed your hand on your lower stomach and star to play with your clit to reach your orgasm.

“I decide when you can come so stop playing with your clit.” her fingers came out from your cunt and she slapped your hand.

You groan at the loss of contact and you turn your head around, starting to leave kisses on her jaw, knowing she got her mad.

“Fuck Hermione” you shouted as her fingers entered your sensitive count again. Your words made her giggle as she started to pump fast in you. Her other hand came down to your clit, playing with it like you were doing before.

“I’m not going to last much longer.” you moaned trying to find your words.

“Then come.” she whispered increasing the speed of her fingers.

And just like that you came with a loud moan, scratching your nails down Hermione’s arm, feeling your legs shake a bit. She continued to move her fingers slowly to ride out your orgasm as she placed soft kisses on the side of your head.

“Bloody hell” you whispered still trying to catch your breath.

“I wasn’t too rough, right?” she said smiling.

“Absolutely not! We have to do that again.” you giggled, laying and relaxing in her arms.