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Our favorite Gryffindor

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HOGWARTS LEGACY

NSFW TWT LINKS

Lazy morning sex with Seb

Seb fingering you in the RoR

Overstimming with Omi

Helping Seb celebrate after winning a quidditch match

Messy tit jobs with Garreth in prof Sharp's classroom

Facesitting with Omi

Alone time with Omi in the Undercroft

Teasing Garreth

Seb fucking you after a stressful day of classes

Make up sex with Seb

Garreth likes it when you take control

Seb can't keep his hands off you after seeing you in his sweater

Ominis knows how to use his hands

Garreth loves how you taste

Merciless Seb

Ruining sub Garreths orgasam

Making out with Omi in his dorm

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how do you think Ominis, Garreth, and Sebastian would react to a jealous reader being jealous because someone else was being flirty and asking them to the Yule Ball?

The 3 Boys & Your Jealousy

{Garreth Weasley/Ominis Gaunt/Sebastian Sallow x GN!Reader}

Word Count: 

Garreth: ~ 1500 words

Ominis: ~ 1700 words

Sebastian: ~ 1400 words

Warnings: Kissing, Fluff, Angst

Author’s Note: Lord, I’m having so much fun with these requests. Thank you, anon!!! I tried to make them all have different reactions to reader getting jealous, but I know they’d all secretly love it lmfao. So it’s a little similar, but it’s definitely the 3 boys enjoying it in their own way. Have a fun time, everyone 🥰 Hope you’re all having a good day ❤ 

Songs (if interested):

Garreth’s song: You Stupid Bitch - girl in red

Ominis’ song: Silence / akiaura - hentai boys, akiaura

Sebastian’s song: My Kind of Woman - Mac DeMarco

-

Garreth:

“I feel like you’ve been avoiding me. Did I do something wrong?” Garreth Weasley had come up to you and asked. For someone who was asking if something was wrong, he could look a bit more concerned. Rather than just munching on his apple, looking at it like it was the only thing that had his full attention.

You took a deep breath and rubbed at your temple roughly. You were overreacting and you knew it, but dammit you couldn’t help but hate him at the moment. “No Garreth, I’m just not in the best mood today.”

“Well, talk to me.” He plopped himself down on the Central Hall fountain bench next to you. “Some have called me a good listener.” He took another bite of his apple, obnoxiously loud.

“Not right now. Why don’t you go bother someone else?”

“Who else could I bother like this? You and I got a good thing going.” He haphazardly joked.

“How about your date to the ball? That’s a good place to start if you ask me.”

He furrowed his brows, trying to decipher what you were talking about. Then he remembered Samantha Dale had asked him to be his date the night before. “Oh! You know about that? How does word travel so fast in such a huge castle?” He wondered aloud with his mouth full, looking at his apple as he turned it in his hand.

Merlin, you didn’t know why you were so head over heels for Garreth Weasley. Something about his carefree, aloof attitude made you fluttery all over. You wanted to smack him just as much as you wanted to kiss him. 

Truth be told, you were convinced he was going to ask you to The Yule Ball. But once you saw Samantha Dale talking with him about it and seeing how big his smile was, you became so frustrated with yourself for ever thinking such a thing. How could you have been so wrong about his signs? You shouldn’t have assumed your flirty banter together was something special between the two of you. You had no one to blame but yourself.

“Look Garreth, I’m pretty busy. Samantha will be better company than me today.” You took out the essay you were halfway finished with and began writing, hoping he would take the hint.

He was about to take another bite of his apple when the pieces came together in his brain. You think I said yes to Samantha... and you're jealous. 

It was hard to keep calm when he felt so elated. He had been pining for you since 5th year and never had the courage to confess his feelings. Being with you as a friend was better than risking not being with you at all. But here you were, acting as green as his eyes. Becoming jumpy, he scratched the back of his head and looked away from you, trying to bite back his delighted smile.

“So...” He began as casually as he could, “You don’t like the idea of me going to the ball with Samantha?”

You stiffened. Am I caught? You swallowed the lump in your throat. “I don’t care who you go with, Weasley.”

You used his last name instead of his first, that was how he always knew if you were upset with him. In this particular moment, he took a dark pleasure in it. “Well, it sounds like you care a little.” 

You looked up from your essay to the marble floor in front of you and clenched your jaw, trying to calm your irritated nerves and stop yourself from saying something you’d regret. “It doesn’t matter if I care. Go with who you want.” You went back to your essay.

“But you care.” He slid closer to you so that his thigh was touching yours. Your whole body tensed and you shifted your leg away, disgusted at his brazenness to continue flirting with you when he was going to the ball with someone else.

“I’m going to work in my room.” You pulled your belongings together and left your place next to him.

Garreth got up and followed you easily, finishing the last of his apple and tossing it in a nearby bin. He rubbed the back of his hand across his mouth to wipe off any apple juice. Maybe he could wipe off his idiotic smile while he was at it too. 

You could feel his chest practically against your back as he followed close in pursuit. “Leave me alone, Garreth. I’m really not in the mood today.” You growled at him, but he didn’t let up. 

He took glances around as he kept up with you. Once he was confident no one was looking, he grabbed your arm and pulled you into a nearby, empty corridor.

“What are you -”

“Tell me you’re jealous. I want to hear you say it.” 

His words sent your mind through a whirlwind and you shoved him away. “You got some nerve, going to the ball with Samantha and going after me like this -”

“Oh, for Merlin’s sake! I turned her down. School gossip failed to mention that part, I see.” He interjected. “Now let me have this a little longer.” He stepped closer to you, daring you to push him away again. “This thing where you want me all to yourself, I think I really like it.” His words came off as a jest, but he was genuinely aroused.

You narrowed your eyes at him, trying to determine if he was being truthful or just trying to keep up his flirty banter with you. But your icy glare at him through your lashes only made him more feral rather than intimidated. 

“I -” He cleared his throat, regaining composure. “I’ve been looking for you all day so I could ask you to the ball, but you kept dodging me.”

“Garreth, if this is some sort of messed up joke where you try to get two dates to the ball -”

“It’s not. But, that is a fun idea.” He quipped, hoping it would lighten the mood. 

Sighing, you turned on your heel to walk away.

“Sorry sorry sorry, bad joke, bad time.” He grabbed your wrist, panicked. “But I’m serious about taking you. I really want to take you.” He swallowed thickly and held your wrist in his hand. “Would you... want that too?” As he waited for you to respond, he had started stroking your skin with his thumb, unaware he was doing so.

His hopeful look along with his tone had managed to convince you he was being truthful. This was the first step either of you had taken beyond flirty banter, and it had you finally soften to him that day. You looked at his hand on your wrist and adjusted so you could entwine your fingers through his. His heart nearly burst out of his chest. Was this finally happening?

You looked up at him then, but locked on his lips rather than his eyes. Heat formed in his abdomen at your gaze. He used his free hand to cup your jaw. The dark look in your eyes told him you had the same severe craving for him as he did you. He eased towards you and brushed his lips over yours.

He pulled back to gauge your reaction. You looked at him with wide eyes and for a brief moment, he thought he had messed up and taken it too far. But all that panic went away when you dropped your books and threw your arms around him, seizing his lips, taking all coyness between you two and throwing it out the window.

Your sudden burst had rocked him both physically and mentally. Gripping you back, hard and fast, he steadied himself, stepping on your essay as he did so. He matched your eager mouth movements with just as much intensity. 

Needing to come back up for air, you pulled back. You looked at each other, breathless. All that tension between you two through the years had finally been able to get released at least somewhat.

“You looked so happy when Samantha asked you. I assumed you said yes.” You told him, still catching your breath.

He hadn’t realized you had been there to see Samantha asking him to the ball. He was both sorry you didn’t catch him rejecting her and sorry you had to catch it at all. Merlin only knows how he would have handled watching someone else asking you. “She’s a good friend, I mean I wasn’t going to scowl or laugh her off. I was letting her down as easy as I could.”

“I’m sorry I was jealous.”

He kept his face close to yours and glanced back at your lips, ready for more. “I’m sorry I enjoyed it.”

“No, you’re not.” 

“I’m not.” He captured your lips once more.

- 

Ominis:

Ominis was in a full on panic. He hadn’t the faintest idea what he had done wrong. He may be blind, but he could sense, clear as day, that you were upset with him. 

He was pacing back and forth in his dorm room when he was supposed to be at dinner. The sickness he felt had made it hard for him to want to digest anything.

He had been up at all hours of the night thinking about how he was going to ask you to The Yule Ball. But every time he tried to approach you that day, you’d take your leave. He thought he would have gotten his chance in History of Magic class, but everything seemed off. You usually tried to sit close to him and brush your fingers along his, it excited him each and every time. But today, he felt as if you were sitting as far as you possibly could from him.

He was trying to think back on everything that happened before you became so drastically distant. The last time he remembers you two being fine was when he had finally built up the courage to ask you that morning. 

Sebastian had pushed him to do it and fueled his ego to prep him, affirming that he saw the way you looked at him and how you weren’t so subtle about it. He was filled with so much joy, he couldn’t stop himself from smiling like a buffoon when he went to talk to you. 

“Ominis!” You had greeted him so cheerfully, it had removed any doubt in what Sebastian told him. As he was about to greet you back, Adelaide Oakes had touched his shoulder from behind to grab his attention. She then went on and on about how she fancied him, and took the ball as her chance to finally tell him how she felt. He had never been so overwhelmed with romantic attention in his life, it only fueled his confidence more. His words came out in a stutter to Adelaide to thank her but decline. It was difficult to turn someone down while grinning like a fool.

“I um - I'll leave you two to it.” He heard you say before he finished speaking with Adelaide. Your footsteps behind him had walked away so fast, he would have believed it if you were running. And ever since, for some reason you’ve been... oh. It hit him then. You must have assumed he was going to say yes to Adelaide. You couldn’t possibly be jealous, could you? If you were, he needed to find you and fix this immediately. But damn him if he wasn’t a bit thrilled at the idea.

He had his wand guide him to the first place he thought you could be in, the astronomy tower. It was late in the day, he was sure you’d be there. As he made his way up, he found his excitement at your jealousy swelling. You weren’t jealous because he was a Gaunt, a descendant of Salazar Slytherin, going with someone else. No, you were jealous because he was Ominis, a boy you liked for who he was, going with someone else. Or so you thought.

When his wand brought him to the astronomy tower and sensed you were close, he felt a bit of pride that he knew you as well as he thought he did. But he steadied himself, remembering you were upset with him. Coming at you beaming probably wasn’t the best approach.

“Ominis? What brings you here?” Your voice was monotone, nowhere near as pleased to see him as you were earlier.

He was relieved you were willing to speak to him rather than run off. “I needed to talk to you. Figured you’d be up here.” He approached cautiously.

You furrowed your brows, wondering what he could possibly need you for. Oh you’d just die if he wanted to ask for advice on how to treat Adelaide well at the ball. You turned away from him and lazily looked through your telescope. “Probably best we talk tomorrow.”

“You’re upset with me.”

You peeked up at him briefly, knowing it wasn’t fair to be, then went back to your telescope. You exhaled, inwardly chiding yourself. Ominis doesn’t owe you anything. “I’m sorry, I’ve just... had a lot on my mind.”

His wand guided him to the railing you were near and he leaned himself against it. “I’m all ears.” Part of him wanted to clear everything up as soon as possible, but another, increasingly louder part of him wanted to hear you confess that you were jealous, confess that you didn’t want anyone else to have him but you. So, he dared to play coy a little longer.

“You don’t want to hear what I have to say.”

“Try me.” The way he said it had taken you aback, as if he was telling you, not asking you, to talk to him.

“And what if I don’t want to tell you?” You looked back up at him, a bit of venom coming through.

He took a few steps towards your voice. I think I like this game. He knew he shouldn’t find your jealousy this exhilarating, but he did. He wanted it to absorb you until you couldn’t stand it anymore.

The look on his face stirred something fierce in you and you tried to take a quiet, calming breath. You hoped he wouldn’t hear you doing so, but he did, and it only added fuel to his fire.

“I don’t hear you walking away, so I think you do want to tell me.” He reached out for your robes and pulled at you to come closer to him. 

You had been weak for Ominis Gaunt since 5th year, so you obliged. But you didn’t do so without internally screaming at yourself for being such a fool. 

Despite being so close, you kept your hands to yourself, he noted. But he could sense your body tensing and he knew you were close to talking. He just needed to hold out a bit longer, push you just so in the right direction. “You’re angry with me, tell me why.” He knew why.

“I shouldn’t be angry with you.”

“Yet you are.”

“I am.”

“Tell me what I’ve done.”

“You... haven’t done anything.”

His grip moved from your robe to your waist, he could feel you shift at his touch, but you didn’t pull away. “I have, tell me.”

“You know, you shouldn’t be up here with me alone, touching me like you are. Wouldn’t want Adelaide or me getting the wrong idea, would you?” He could hear the bitterness in your voice, and it was sending him over the edge. You shoved his hand away and went to the railing, leaning forward and looking out. “I don’t think you mean to, Ominis. But you’re really messing with my head. Looking as happy as you were when Adelaide asked you to the ball, and now you’re here acting like you care for me.”

He followed your voice again and came up behind you. His hands found your shoulders and he comfortingly slid them down to your biceps. His touch still had the same, nerve-racking affect on you. You shrugged him off and turned to face him. He put both hands on the railing on either side of you, trapping you in. “I do care for you.”

As a friend. You wanted to finish for him. Him saying this to you knowing he was going to The Yule Ball with Adelaide hurt. Ominis was the last person who should be comforting you. “I need to go.” You nearly choked, heartbreak constricting your throat. But Ominis kept you blocked in, he wasn’t going to let you leave. 

“Tell me why I’ve upset you.”

Being in this position with him had an inferno swirling in you. Being able to see his pale, blue eyes this close had any fight in you vanish. “I wanted... you to ask me to The Yule Ball today. I wanted you to go with me, not Adelaide.” 

He leaned forward towards your neck and brushed his nose along your skin. 

Your melancholy turned into something else at his touch, something more throbbing. You reached your hands up along his chest, felt his heartrate pick up along with yours. “I want you to be with me.” You confessed in a whisper.

He began to kiss at your neck and you fisted the fabric of his uniform to keep yourself upright. He kissed up your neck, along your jaw, feeling his way to find your lips. He got to the corner of your mouth and pulled back just slightly, leaning his forehead against yours.

“I want you all to myself.”

He crashed his lips into yours. Your hands held tight to his shirt to keep him close. He took his hands off the railing to wrap his arms around your waist, his place against your mouth feeling all the more secure. You nipped at his bottom lip and he couldn’t help but let out a throaty “mmh.” 

He often tried to imagine what it would feel like to kiss you, the taste of your lips, the sensation of your hands roaming him as pretty as you pleased. This moment had been better than anything he conjured up in his head. He had never envisioned how much hot need would be in it until he had you there in his arms.

You tried to push him away suddenly, but he kept at you, not yet having had his fill. “Wait -” You caved for a brief moment and kissed him back, then pulled away again. “What about -”

“I said no to Adelaide.” He went back to your lips, then to your neck to explain himself so you’d stop pulling away. “I was going to ask you. But you ran off.” He hoped that was enough to stop any further questions, because his mind was already onto more pressing matters. He had heard that sucking on someone’s neck would leave marks, he decided to try it on you then.

You bit your lip, trying to keep your eyes from rolling into the back of your head. “You um -” You cleared your throat, “You still want to ask me?”

“I will, but let’s not talk right now.” 

-

Sebastian:

“What has gotten into you today?” Sebastian caught you off guard, shutting the greenhouse door behind him. You were tending to the carnivorous plants for Professor Garlick, you being the only student she really entrusted with such duties. 

You glanced at him over your shoulder, then brought your focus back to the plants. “I’m a little busy right now, Sebastian.”

He had never heard you speak to him with such acidity, you might as well have slapped him in the face. You had been in a sour mood with him all day. Of all the times for you to be upset with him, why did it have to be the day he had finally decided to confess his feelings and ask you to The Yule Ball? He strode to your side and bore his gaze into you, willing you to face him and explain yourself.

You didn’t give in and continued tending to the chomping cabbages. Sebastian was the last person you wanted to see. After everything the two of you had gone through, all the glimpses you gave each other, all the near kisses, how could it not mean the same for him as it did you? Was his overprotectiveness for you something brotherly rather than romantic? You felt so stupid having mixed the two. You had fallen so deeply in love with him through the years, and now you’ve come to find he doesn’t see you in that way. He made it very obvious how smitten he was when Grace Pinch-Smedley fawned over him, professing her love and asking him to the ball. 

“At least tell me what's upset you so.” He said sternly, interrupting your tragic thoughts.

You knew you should wait until your anger dissipated before speaking with him, but in that moment you didn’t care. You set down your gardening tools and turned to face him.

“How about we talk about you first, Sebastian?”

He let out a frustrated exhale through his nose and crossed his arms over his chest. “What about me?”

“I saw you and Grace speaking this morning, seems you were quite pleased with yourself. Care to share?”

He quirked his brow, not sure where you were heading with this. He remembered Grace speaking with him, but he didn’t remember feeling ‘pleased with himself’. “You saw Grace and I, did you?”

“I did.” You turned back to the chomping cabbages then. “Seems she was doing more than just asking you to the ball.”

He inwardly cringed at the memory. He was flattered at her confession, sure. But the part where he had to reject her had really taken away anything pleasant about the moment. “She told me she had been... harboring feelings for me.” He got shifty thinking back on it, getting rejected after spilling your guts like that must be dreadful.

You took note of his body language, and rosy cheeks. It was salt in the wound and the scowl on your face deepened. “No need to be so bloody bashful about it, Sebastian.” You mumbled.

He stilled then. You thought he was ‘bashful’ thinking back on his interaction with Grace? The gears in his brain started turning.

In that moment, you figured this was your last chance to lay it all out there for him. Since Grace very blatantly told him she wanted more than just a date to the ball, best to tell him how you felt now before they were officially together.

You turned to him fully. “Sebastian, do you care for me?”

His heart began racing and he straightened. “Of course.”

“Like you care for Anne and Ominis?"

“I do.” He said with conviction.

“So, like a sibling?”

“I - Well, I -”

“Because I don’t care for you like a brother, Sebastian.” You took a step towards him.

He was entranced, listening close to everything you had to say. The air between you two grew thick and it clicked for him then. The possessiveness he usually felt over you was now what you were feeling over him. You were under the impression he accepted Grace’s feelings... and you can’t stand it. A rousing sensation shot through him. He wanted to see what more you would do with this newfound greediness for him. 

“Perhaps you should have gotten to me before Grace did.” It was bold. He knew he was treading on thin ice, but seeing you act in the way he usually did was a turn of the tables he never knew he wanted to see. He was going to egg you on, get as much of this avaricious side out of you as he could before you devoured him like the plants in this room wanted to.

You reached out to him and began trifling with his tie. He stood perfectly still, afraid that if he moved you’d get discouraged and release him. “Are you telling me you would have been mine if I got to you first?”

Oh yes. “Suppose we’ll never know, considering you didn’t.” This wasn’t at all how he thought confessing his feelings to you would go. But this was a much more electrifying way to do so.

The two of you had unknowingly stepped closer to one another, pulled together like magnetic stones. Your hands were no longer fiddling with his tie, but rather holding it, ever so gently pulling him towards you. “So I’ve lost you, have I?”

Fight for me. Don’t let anyone else have me. “And if you have?” He wanted to find out what your lips tasted like more than he ever had before. He was so close, and eyed them oh so hungrily. But he tried to hold strong a bit longer, so he could know if you were feeling just as carnivorous for him as he always had for you.

The fire in your eyes almost had him on his knees. 

Claim me. Claim me as I’ve claimed you.

Giving his tie a hard yank, you pulled him to you and caught his lips with yours. You didn’t waste any time, straightaway tasting his bottom lip with your tongue. Keeping an unyielding grip on his tie, you shot a hand up to his hair and held tight. He put his hands on your hips, and couldn’t stop himself from pulling at your shirt so it came untucked. His hands roamed around your lower back, under your shirt to feel your skin.

Your movements in this kiss were the result of years of pining. There was both an ache to take it slow, feeling everything you both possibly could, and an urgency to make up for lost time right then and there. Now that you finally had him... Wait wait wait, I don’t have him.

You tore yourself from him and walked away, tucking your shirt back in.

“Wha - What? Where are you going?” He was breathless and dizzy and disheveled from your kiss. Get back here.

“Go to Grace.”

He groaned. He should have known keeping up the Grace ruse would have some sort of consequence. But in the moment, he was so obsessive over the fact that you wanted to stake your claim on him, he couldn’t help himself. “I lied about Grace. I turned her down.”

You turned to face him, still keeping your distance across the greenhouse. “Why would you -”

“Because being near you makes me crazy, that’s why!” He shot a hand through his hair, more out of anguish than to fix the mess you made. “I’m mad for you. How have you not noticed? This... possessiveness you have over me today? I feel it for you all the time. So, I’m sorry if I crossed a line, I -” He let out a shaky breath, trying to put the words together. “Seeing you act how I have... I wanted to relish it a bit longer. Forgive me.”

You remained where you were, but he could see your features shift. “Enjoyed my suffering, did you?”

Trying to keep his composure, he nodded his head. Your sultry look had his blood heading somewhere it shouldn’t in the middle of the greenhouse.

He may have been slow catching onto your jealousy, but he was quick to catch that you wanted his lips back on yours. Ravenous himself, he strode up to you and pulled you back against him.

[atypicalamortentia]

They Think You're Cheating On Them/Jealousy

Synopsis - The hogwarts legacy boys think you're cheating on them/they get jealous.

Warnings - Mentions of sex/sexual acts.

Note - All characters aged up to 18+!

Word Count - 1.8k.

{Caffeinate Me}

SEBASTIAN SALLOW is toxic as fuck. He thinks you're cheating on him the moment you say ‘hello’ to another guy. Hell, he even has his suspicions about your relationship with Ominis from time-to-time. This time it was because Leander asked you what the potions homework was. Sebastian had stalked you out of the classroom and pulled you into an empty broom cupboard, pressing your back against the wall, snarling at you. “What was it this time?” He snapped, arm closing you in against the wall. 

You immediately knew what he was talking about and rolled your eyes. “He just asked me what the potions homework was.”

“Yeah, sure,” Sebastian scoffed as he rolled his eyes. 

“I’m being serious Sebastian,” you said. Your voice held a stern tone hoping he would see how irrational he was being.

“So what? You were just talking to him?” He asked, voice sounding unconvinced. 

“Yes!” 

“Psht, sure, if that’s what you call your mouth around another man’s cock then that’s what it was,” Sebastian snapped. 

You pushed him away from you lightly and growled. “Sebastian, you're being stupid. You’re with me all the time. Even if I wanted to cheat on you, which I don’t, I’d never have the time!”

Sebastian grinned at your statement and it seemed like you had actually gotten through to him without the usual huge argument. His hand cupped your chin and he pulled your face close to his. “You’re mine, sweetheart. You’ll do good to remember that.” Now it was your turn to scoff. You rolled your eyes as Sebastian pressed his lips to yours softly. “I only worry because I love you. I can’t lose you Y/N.” 

“You will if you keep acting like this,” you whisper between his lips. You knew that wasn’t the case though. You had it down bad for the brown-haired Slytherin. He could ‘Crucio’ you out of anger and you’d still stay with him.  

“I’m sorry,” he mumbled after a few moments. 

“It’s okay Sebastian, but you can’t keep accusing me of cheating anytime another man looks at me,” you say seriously. 

“Why don’t you let me show you just how sorry I am?” Sebastian smirks, grabbing your hand and leading you out of the broom closet and to the empty Slytherin dorm where he would show you just who you truly belong to.

OMINIS GAUNT will just talk to you about it whenever he suspects that you might be cheating on him. He’s not as insecure as Sebastian and sometimes just needs reassurance that you love him and no one else. You’re sitting in Defence Against The Dark Arts when he grabs your hand and whispers in your ear. “You love me, right?” 

You look at him with a shocked expression. Even though he couldn’t see you, you knew that he could sense your surprise. “Of course I do Ominis.”

“And you’d never cheat on me, right?” 

“Where is all this coming from?” You ask, instead of answering his question. This makes the blonde raise an eyebrow and repeat his question. 

“You’d never cheat on me, right?”

“Never!” You exclaim, squeezing his hand. “Where’s all this coming from?” You asked again. 

“Just… I heard you and Sebastian whispering to each other this morning during breakfast and I suppose,” he let out a breathy sigh. “I suppose I just got a little insecure.” 

You continue to squeeze his hand and smile at him softly. “We were talking about your birthday present,” you say. “I didn’t want you to hear what I’ve got you. That’s all.”

“Do you promise?” 

“I promise,” you said, linking your pinky finger with his. This seemed to satisfy Ominis, who leaned his head into your shoulder and hummed with approval.

GARRETH WEASLEY constantly watches the way Sebastian is around you and always thinks something is going on between the two of you, but he’s not as toxic as Sebastian is. He will make jokes about it, but sometimes he can get really insecure. The two of you were fighting when this recent comment left his lips and as soon as he said it, he regretted it. “Well why don’t you tell your boyfriend Sebastian all about it!” Garreth shouted, throwing his hands up in the air. Your eyes widened at his comment, and you were slightly hurt. 

“What is that supposed to mean?” You asked, narrowing your eyebrows.

Garreth didn’t want to admit he was in the wrong, so he continued to dig his own grave. “You heard me. Why don’t you tell your boyfriend all about it.” 

“He’s just a friend, you know that Garreth. We’ve been over this numerous times.” 

“He looks at you like a lovesick puppy!” Garreth retorted. 

“And I look at you like a lovesick puppy. Garreth, so what if he does? I’m in love with you, not him.”

“I don’t know that,” he pouted, calming down slightly at your words. 

You let out an exasperated sigh and sat down next to him on his bed, placing a hand on his thigh. “Listen, Garreth. I understand you get jealous, or insecure, whatever it is but there’s no need to throw a friendship in my face.”

It was Garreth’s turn to sigh next as he realised how stupid he was being. “Yeah. I suppose you're right.”  

“I’m sorry… What was that?” You asked, placing your hand by your ear.

Garreth grinned at your joking demeanour. Even when you were arguing you would still attempt to joke with him. “Shut up.”

“No seriously. You said I was what? Right?” 

Garreth pushed you on the shoulder lightly until you fell back on to his bed. He quickly climbed on top of you and pressed soft kisses to your neck. “Yes. Yes. You’re right. I’m sorry.” 

“You are forgiven,” you smile, a soft gasp leaving your lips as his cold lips touch your warm neck. He certainly showed you how sorry he was that night. 

LEANDER PREWETT thinks something’s going on between you and Amit. When Amit invites you to look at the stars with him, or study, Leander puts his foot down. “No way. It’s a date. You’re my partner, not his.” 

“Leander,” you hissed at him. 

“What? No. I’m not having it.”

“It’s just a study session,” you reply sternly. 

“So you want to go? You want to leave me and be with him instead? I knew something was going on with you two, I just knew it.”

“Woah!” You exclaimed, holding your hands up in the air defensively. “What do you mean? Leander, what’s going on?” 

“You heard me,” he frowned, eyebrows pronounced.

“Yeah, but I thought I heard you insinuating that I was cheating on you?” You asked rhetorically. Leander just rolled his eyes and continued to flick through his potions book on his bed. 

“If you wanna be with him so badly then just break up with me for fucks sake,” Leander snapped, causing you to wince at his sudden harshness. 

“Leander… I don’t want to break up with you at all.”

He raised an eyebrow. You had clearly caught his attention now. He closed his potions book with a thud and looked at you in disbelief. “You don’t?”

“If I didn’t want to be with you, I wouldn’t be with you.” 

It was then that he realised he was being irrational and immediately pulled you into a bone crushing hug. “I’m so sorry. I don’t know what came over me.” You gulped back tears and nodded. It wasn’t like Leander to snap at you like that, ever. Even when he was angry, he would always talk it out with you first, but when it came to other men or the possibility of you cheating on him he acted first and thought about it later. “Can you forgive me?” 

You hesitated but replied, “of course I can. You just need to stop thinking I’m cheating on you whenever I hang out with somebody else. Leander, I’m not that type of person.”

“I know. I know. I’m sorry.” He pulled you closer to his body and pushed you down until you were laying on his bed. His body was pressed up against yours as he stroked your hair gently, almost soothingly. “It won’t happen again.”

“Won’t it?” You asked hopefully, even though you didn’t believe it. Leander nodded and kissed your cheek. 

“I love you.”

“I love you too, you idiot.”

AMIT THAKKAR hates the way Garreth always jokes with you and attempts to get you in on his little schemes, so much so that he thinks that you’re actually cheating on him with Garreth. One day, while you’re studying astronomy together, Garreth approaches you with a cheeky grin on his face. “Guess what I did Y/N?” Garreth said, half-singing his words. 

“Y/N doesn’t care,” Amit snapped at Garreth, causing the ginger to retreat back into the shadows from where he came. You stared at Amit, completely confused at his sudden outburst. 

“What was all that about?” You asked softly, placing a hand on his arm. 

“You’re cheating on me aren’t you? With him!” Amit accused you immediately. You sat back in your chair out of complete shock and just blinked at him. You couldn’t even justify him with an answer, but this only raised his suspicions even more. “Well?”

You could only cry out, “no!”

Amit looked slightly puzzled, as if he wasn’t expecting that answer. “You’re not?” He asked. 

“You’re really asking me that?” You snapped, feeling your blood boil with anger. How dare he accuse you like that, especially with no evidence! Amit opened his mouth to speak but you interrupted him. “You don’t get to speak right now Amit. Who do you think I am? Some whore for the whole of Hogwarts to enjoy?” 

“Well no-”

“Then why on earth do you think I’d be cheating on you?” You snapped, eyes burning a hole into his. 

“It’s just the way he acts around you… Always bringing you in on his little pranks and joking around with you like you’re best friends.” 

“We are friends. Not best friends, but we are friends,” you said sternly. “Amit, I’m allowed to have guy friends. Just like you’re allowed to have girl friends. If you don’t trust me, what’s the point in this relationship?”

“I do trust you!” He managed to rush out even though you assumed he was lying. “I don’t know what came over me. I guess I was just jealous and well, fed up of him coming on to you.”

“Next time you feel like this,just talk to me instead of blowing up at my friends,” you say. “Having doubts and worries is normal, but accusing me out of the blue isn’t.” Amit nodded at your reply and looked down at his book somewhat ashamed of himself. 

After a few moments of silent studying, Amit finally spoke up again. “Y/N, I’m sorry. I hope you can forgive me.” 

You wrapped your arm around his waist and pulled him closer to you. “Of course I can forgive you, but only if you promise me not to act this way again.”

“I promise,” he said, holding his pinky out for you to wrap yours around. You did so and smiled lovingly at him before continuing on with your ​​studies.

[5sospenguinqueen]

Garreth: So, what do you bring to the team?

MC: I possess ancient magic.

Natsai: I’m an animagus.

Ominis: I make good choices.

Garreth: That doesn't seem...

Sebastian: No, he’s the most important one.

[latoyalestrange]

Reader is sad how HL boys comfort them please.

thanks for the request! i hope this makes you and everyone feel better if you're down right now.

how the hl boys would comfort you when you're sad

ominis, sebastian, and garreth x gn!reader (lmk if you'd like to see anyone else)

ominis

he would immediately notice something was wrong. even if you were trying to hide it, he can sense when you're not yourself.

"oh, love! are you alright? is something the matter? you can tell me."

he isn't the best at comforting people, mostly because he'd never been properly consoled by his family. but he would try everything to make you feel better.

"what do you need from me? i can listen, offer a solution, give you cuddles, maybe get you some of your favorite chocolates? oh, what about--"

if you said you wanted to be alone, he would understand, but he would definitely be worrying his head off about you for the rest of the day.

he'd check up on you before going to bed because he physically wouldn't be able to go to sleep without making sure you were okay first.

if you were crying when he saw you, he would just hold you until you were calm enough to speak.

depending on how upset you were, sometimes he would coach you on your breathing.

"deep breath in...and out. good, good job, baby. one more, okay?"

"don't apologize, darling, just breathe. tell me what happened."

he would hold your face and wipe your tears while you explained and just hold you afterward.

sebastian

if he found you crying he would instantly run up to you to ask you what was wrong.

"what happened? did someone hurt you? i swear, if leander was bothering you again, i'll destroy him."

seriously, he would be fuming if he found out someone made you cry. it was honestly a little scary the way his face twisted up and his eyes changed.

if that weren't the case and something else was bothering you, it would take a few tries, but he would eventually snap out of his trance to listen.

"oh, love. i'm so sorry, i thought...i'm sorry. are you okay? what can i do?"

he would be silent the entire time as you were explaining, listening intently and just holding your face with gentle hands.

seeing you cry absolutely crushed him. he had such a hard time not crying himself, and you could see it in the way he looked at you.

he would pepper kisses all over your face as he said everything you needed to hear.

"i'm so sorry you're feeling this way, my love. i wish i could take it all away. i wish i could take you away, away from it all. it kills me to see you this way, i hate it."

he would get a little choked up near the end as he pulled you into his tight embrace. he would rest his chin on top of your head, fully engulfing you in his strong arms.

garreth

if you weren't crying, he would notice something was off, but he wouldn't know you were feeling sad. he would honestly think you were upset at him.

"hey, what's that face for? did i do something to upset you?"

the look on his face nearly broke you. he looked like an injured puppy.

after you explained, he would feel terrible for assuming.

"oh, i'm sorry. that was rude of me. what can i do to make you feel better?"

he would smile at you gently and take your hand in his, squeezing comfortingly.

he's not the most emotionally mature person, so sometimes he would have a hard time being sympathetic to more complicated feelings. but he would try his very best to be understanding and make you feel better however he needed to.

"i'm so sorry, love. i wish everything wasn't so difficult. you don't deserve to feel this way."

after you were feeling a tad better from talking it through with him, he would try to make you laugh.

"there's that beautiful smile." he would press a loving kiss to your cheek. "i love you, okay? i'm here for you. you don't have to hide."

[rae-and-mezo]

Can you do where yn is strong and picks up Gareth, ominis,and sebastion like there nothing and yn plots them down to bed to cuddle?

Hehe I love this~

Sebastian Sallow:

This man loves a partner who can kick his ass anyday, so imagine his DELIGHT when you don't even flinch when picking him up.

It has him blushing like you wouldn't believe.

Like Okay. He's noticed you were stronger than people tended to believe, and of course you had to have a little strength if you play wrestle with the mooncalfs all the time. So it doesn't surprise him when you can pick him up but when you can just BE SO CASUAL???

Gets him so flustered he gets giddy when looking at you.

Will absolutely ask you to carry him short distances. It makes him so happy!

Just saying. If you could pick him up while snogging, this man would die. Right then and there.

However he still likes to maintain his strong unbothered persona so expect to be the little spoon still, and DONT mention it to Ominis!!

The day he was being stubborn and refusing to come cuddle you was the day his life changed man.

You just picked him up and sat him down, flopping your weight on his chest so he can't get up? He's turned on. Like no joke being lifted like that just does something to him

Ominis Gaunt:

Ominis is a stronger kinda guy. like he's not muscular but he has some lean muscle to him. Yet he has never picked you up in fear of hurting you because he can't see.

So when he's sitting at his desk, stubbornly writing and denying you cuddles because of a late essay, he is SHOCKED when he's lifted off the ground.

He hasn't been picked up since he was a baby so it is definitely odd for him. At first he does NOT like it.

But then he realizes that while weighing less than most boys in his year, he was still too heavy to be tossed around,. AND YOU DID IT WITHOUT MUCH EFFORT??

my boy is impressed. He definitely tells Seb in the morning.

This leads down a weird black hole. Suddenly Ominis is thinking about your arms, if they have muscle. He likes the thought.

He wouldn't ask for it again because he finds it sort of embarrassing. Yet his boyish grin when you pick him up occasionally makes it easy to tell.

Garreth Weasley:

What a nuisance. (Affectionate)

Man's knows your strong and adores it.

He grew up with a bunch of rowdy brothers per usual Weasley style. It doesn't matter if he's absolutely head over heels for you, playful wrestling matches will happen. Finding someone who is strong works well for this.

But he never thought you were stronger enough to just...manhandle him?

and he is AMAZED

like mans asks you to do it again just because holy hell this is awesome

Unlike Seb it's not a turn on, its more of a "wow, can you lift this crate?? YOU CAN??? INCREDIBLE"

Garreth keeps a mental list of the best moments in his life...things that make him happy and such. Of course he has the moment he got his Hogwarts letter, his dad teaching him what wood to get for the fireplace, your first kiss, but he also has the moment you first picked him up.

He's wrestling you because while he loves you more than anything, his obscure love language is wrestling and roughhousing with you. And you just kinda, pick him up and plop him down on your bed to snuggle?

you looked so nonchalant and he PRAISED you because wow. He's laying on your chest while you stroke his hair and he's just mentally wondering what else you can pick up.

[pufflehuffing]

A Steamy Commute. (Garreth Weasley x F!Reader) 🔞

pairing: Garreth Weasley x F!reader (she/her) genre: SMUT (MDNI), everyone is 18+ word count: 5.2k warnings: sneaky public s*x in a train | masturbation (f!receiving) | dirty talk summary: Garreth finds his female classmate alone in the farthest compartment of the Hogwarts Express and takes his chance to relieve the tension between them. A/N: Wanted to write Garreth smut lol | smut without logic My masterlist.

Compartment seven of the Hogwarts Express was filled with the cackling of Gryffindor’s best duelers Natty and Leander while they bantered about yet another Summoner’s Court game they had played that morning before leaving the castle. Garreth, who sat next to his fellow redhead, reminisced about his successful term. Now a seventh-year, his N.E.W.T.S. were looking great so far after finding a study buddy in the new girl that joined Hogwarts two years ago. He hadn’t yet seen her today, but decided it would be best to look for her to give her his a special thanks before separating for the next two weeks. With a half-assed excuse about needing to speak with his aunt Matilda, Garreth excused himself from his friends and stepped out to the corridor.

She was sitting in the farthest compartment of the train while it chugged through the Scottish landscape when Garreth noticed her. A mischievous smile tugged on his lips as he knocked on the glass door and stepped inside with his typical theatrical flourish to join his friend in the small booth who already beamed at the sight of his face. She made room for him to sit opposite her and stretch his lanky legs underneath her bench. “Cheers,” he grinned brightly, a hint of admiration in his eyes. “No watchdogs on patrol today?”

The girl smiled at him when she saw him get comfortable on the seat in front of her, tucking his feet underneath hers while he crossed his arms. “Hey, Garreth,” she began with her sweet voice, the same one that always managed to convince him to study and stay out of trouble with his professors. The same voice he imagined would make the prettiest sounds underneath him while he ravaged her. She put away her book in her satchel and tossed it next to her trunk. It was somewhat surprising to see him join her in the tucked away compartment when his friends’ laughter could be heard from a few doors down. “Sebastian went home by broom and the Gaunts insisted on personally picking Ominis up at the castle,” she continued. “He mentioned something about them wanting to see Headmaster Black again to catch up.” Her eyes met his emerald ones and she tilted her head curiously, gauging his body language. “Fancy seeing you here, though. Is Leander boasting about his skills again?” She cocked her chin in the direction of the recognisable voice of the Prewett that filled the corridor on the other side of the sliding door.

“Hah, as a matter of fact, he is,” Garreth grinned and crossed his arms as he leaned back in the velvet bench, pushing his hips up as he got comfortable. His eyes drifted to her lips for a split-second. “But I also wanted to see you.”

Her smile widened and her brows twitched in confusion. “Me? To what do I owe the pleasure?” Garreth studied her reaction and saw he succeeded in making her flirt back already, this was going to be easy. It had always been easy, and at the same time it had been oh so very difficult. They would flirt back and forth, but neither of them was bold enough to actually make a move. The two mischievous classmates were stuck in limbo for the past two years. It would begin with playful compliments, escalate to lingering gazes at each other and the chorus would be an accidental brush of one's hand against the other. And Garreth longed for an encore. The tip of his tongue darted out of his mouth to wet his lips and he pushed the thought away for now, he had enough time to take this slow. The train had only departed a half-hour ago and Kings Cross was still hours away. “Yes. You,” Garreth lifted his eyes again to meet hers with a cheeky smirk. “I wanted to thank you properly for helping me study. I think my mum and dad are going to be very happy when I tell them how well their son has been behaving.”

“That's if your aunt hasn't already gushed to them about you,” she replied with a proud wink while she took a purple box of chocolate frogs out of her cloak’s pocket and opened it. “But seriously, you've already thanked me enough. I'm still eating those chocolates you gave me last week,” she chuckled cheekily and held out the box to the redhead.

Garreth twiddled his fingers above the box in another theatrical gesture as he leaned in to pick one and pop it in his mouth. "I have to say, you laugh like a horse, sweetheart," He leaned back with a teasing smirk while his arm rested on the back of the bench and an ankle was thrown over his knee. In response, she huffed a laugh in feigned offence. "Well, I wasn't going to bring it up, but you smell like one, Garreth," she smirked and pressed another chocolate between her lips.

His eyebrows shot up and he shifted in his seat again, subtly pulling his trousers at his crotch to readjust himself while his eyes drifted to her lips vacuuming the frog into her mouth. "I’ll have you know that I may have blown up another cauldron this morning. Went out with a bang, so to speak,” he added with a wink.

“A bang, hmm?” She chuckled as she sucked the sides of her fingers clean, looking at him through her lashes. Fucking hell, this girl was teasing him now. “Perhaps you could ask Sharp for some potions advice when we go back in January.”

Taking the opportunity to disguise his more filthy and vulgar thoughts with some playful flirting, Garreth lowered his boot from his knee to the wooden floorboards and leaned in, knocking his knees against hers with some force. He raised his thumb to wipe some chocolate from the corner of her lips while their eyes burned into each other with lust. He slowly reached over and traced his finger along her jawline, feeling the soft skin heat up under his touch. His fingers brushed lightly against her painted lips before sliding down her neck, stopping at her collar. His gaze moved downwards, taking in every curve and contour of her body, imagining what it would be like to hold her close, to taste her sweetness. "Why aren't we making out right now?" He whispered with a husky chuckle.

She couldn’t help but chuckle back while a shiver of arousal travelled down her spine and her lips parted. "Garreth, you've been in here for five minutes.”

Garreth's eyes sparkled mischievously as he leaned back, smirking at her response. "But it feels like a lifetime, doesn't it, sweetheart?" He teased, playfully catching a lock of her hair between his fingers and twirling it around. "And when we finally do, well, hopefully, it'll feel like eternity," he whispered, his voice low and seductive. His eyes danced with devilish delight, daring her to break the tension between them. She blushed, her gaze shifting to the trees outside. Perhaps this vixen wasn’t as confident as she portrayed herself to be. “You can look me in the eyes when I speak to you,” he admonished her playfully. “You'd be surprised how handsome I am.”

Her eyes widened at his sudden display and met his own again, ignoring the colour on her cheeks that now matched his hair. “Garreth, we're still in public, you know. There's people here.”

Garreth raised an eyebrow, letting the strand of hair fall from his grasp. "Oh, I'm well aware," he challenged her gaze. "Don't tell me the allure of a good snog is lost on you," he added, a smirk teasing at the corner of his lips. The train rumbled beneath them as he leaned in, their faces mere inches apart. "I could just pull your knickers to the side and no one would notice what we’re doing," he whispered, his voice laced with promise and desire.

Her breath hitched as she couldn't help but feel heat pooling between her legs at his words. Despite her protests, a part of her yearned for more. "Garreth," she managed to croak out, her voice low and husky, matching his own tone. "We –” She trailed off, unable to find the words to protest the growing desire burning brightly within her. She sighed deeply and pulled him closer.

"That's better, sweetheart," he murmured, reaching out to cup her cheek as he leaned further in, their noses brushing against each other's. His lips hovered centimetres away from hers, teasing her with each breath he exhaled. "We just need to be careful, right?" He asked, his hand sliding up her cheek.

"Gaz, this screams 'recipe for disaster'," she sighed softly. Garreth chuckled softly, nodding in agreement. "I suppose it does," he said, moving closer until their lips finally touched tenderly, a soft and passionate kiss that sent shivers down their spines. He tasted like chocolate and forbidden desires, and she revelled in it, battling against her own reservations. His hand moved from her cheek to her waist, pulling her closer, deepening the kiss. "Good thing–" He murmured, his voice muffled by their entangled lips. "I'm not good at following recipes then.”

She groaned into the kiss, her hands finding their way to his chest, her nails lightly digging into his blazer as passion consumed her. Their lips moved in sync, exploring each other's mouths with a hunger that belied their location. Every caress, every groan, and every whimper seemed to heighten the anticipation, making it almost unbearable. She pulled back slightly, panting heavily. "Garreth," she said, her voice shaky and quivering as she was still in disbelief of this moment really happening. "Hand me my wand from my satchel and I'll cast a disillusionment charm.”

He pulled away from her lips, a string of saliva still connected their desires, and his breath ragged and eyes filled with desire. "Now where's the fun in that? Since I'm only going to have one chance at this before your bodyguards pick up their shift again after Christmas break, I'd like to see everything," he insisted, his hands moving and tightening on her waist. "I want to see you, every moment. I want to know this is real. Not some invisible, intangible fantasy." His fingers skimmed down her sides, grazing her knees before slowly making their way back up, leaving a trail of fire in his wake. "Let's make a pact, then," he suggested, his eyes never leaving hers. "We'll be bold enough to take what we want, but discreet enough not to get caught," his gaze grew playful as he smirked.

Her eyes shot to the glass window of the door again, hesitating. “And what if your aunt ‘sees everything’?”

Garreth's smirk faltered for a moment, but he quickly recovered. "She’s too busy catching up with Madam Kogawa and Professor Onai in compartment two to notice that I slipped away from Leander and Natty. Besides," he added, brushing her hair away from her face. "She adores you as much as I do. She might even applaud us." His hands traced the outline of her hips, sending little sparks of electricity through their bodies. "Besides," Garreth said, leaning in to whisper into her ear. "It's not like we don't have a history of getting away with things. Remember the Fwooper feather incident two years ago?" He chuckled softly, reminding her of their shared secrets and daring adventures.

She smiled. Goddamnit, he was right. She took another moment to compose herself, not wanting to melt under his touch… yet. "If we get caught I'm blaming you.”

Garreth's eyes sparkled with mischief and mischief, his lips curving into a devilish grin. "Merlin, that little faith in me?" He teased in feigned offence, his breath tickling her neck. With a sinful glint in his eye, he leaned down once more, capturing her lips in another fiery kiss. Their tongues tangled in a dance that left both of them breathless, their bodies pressed tightly against each other as they continued to explore. Despite her protests, she could feel herself giving in to his charm, succumbing to the forbidden lust that had been building up between them.

The movement of her small body pressing against his was like a lit spark to the already burning fire, an explosion of desire and heat coursing through his every vein, every sinew, every pore, every inch of his body. His mouth moved to her neck, nuzzling it softly while his hands slipped down to the loose hem of her skirt, tugging at it to coax a response out of her.

Her breath hitched as she gasped at the sensation of his lips on her neck, her hands tightening on his shirt as his hands dared to venture higher, the thin fabric of her skirt. "Garreth," she whispered, her voice shaking with emotion. Her heart raced, her thoughts scattered, her body betraying her resistance. "Make sure no one sees me like this." She placed her pride in his hands, and Garreth couldn't feel more honoured in this moment. He moved to shield her body from the glass door of the compartment, letting her take the window seat while he towered her body.

With one swift motion, he yanked aside her panties, revealing her slick folds and soft skin. Her thighs were covered in a light sheen of sweat and her cunt was straining for more contact. He groaned appreciatively before diving in, kissing her passionately again while his thumb circled her inner thigh, teasingly stimulating her sensitive areas. His other hand trailed down her stomach, teasingly brushing against her sensitive folds before his thumb started rubbing circles around her entrance. "So wet for me, aren't you?" He purred, nipping the sensitive flesh of her neck before moving to her earlobe. "If we were in the One-Eyed Witch Passage right now, I'd have my head between your legs.”

"Give it a rest, Garreth," she giggled softly, her voice tinged with urgency. "We might be dotting the lines of public decency, but I'm not a fool. Or am I mistaken? Do you want everyone else to witness your vast prowess?" She squirmed beneath him, her hands running through his unkempt hair, her fingers tangling in his strands. "Just get me off," she demanded with a whimper, her voice husky and needy as his thumb pressed against her clit. Garreth groaned and pulled back, looking into her dreamy eyes. "I wish I had more than just my fingers for this… but I think that'll have to do for now, sweetheart,” he added with a chuckle, his eyes twinkling with satisfaction, and began to rub her clit in small circles. She moaned softly, her head resting against the cold windowpane. The pleasure rippled through her, like a wave of heat lapping against her skin, her hips thrusting wildly against him. Despite their location, she refused to feel ashamed; instead, she relished the danger and excitement that surrounded them.

She let out a high-pitched giggle, her hands tightening on his hair. "You've always been a dreamer, Garreth Weasley," she teased, feeling the waves of pleasure intensify with every circular stroke of his thumb. Her eyes fluttered shut as she gasped for air. "Please, I need your fingers.”

"With pleasure," Garreth grinned, his eyes bright with desire. He slid two of his fingers into her warm and sopping cunt while he continued to rub her clit with his thumb, her wetness coated them instantly, and he moaned in appreciation as he slowly began to pump his hand in and out of her tight channel. Each thrust caused a soft moan to escape her lips, fueling his desire even further. Her body trembled beneath his touch, her moans muffling against his mouth as he kissed her softly. "Like that, doll?" he whispered, his voice deep and husky, as her juices slicked his fingers. "Is this how you want it?" His thumb moved faster now, her wetness making it easy for him to rub her clit; a flick here, a press there. "First one to make a noise loses," he reminded her, his breath hot against her ear as he plunged his fingers deep inside her.

Her back arched, her nails digging into his arms as Garreth's fingers filled her pussy. Each thrust was met with a moan that threatened to escape her throat, threatening to give them away. She closed her eyes, trying to suppress her screams, but her body was betraying her. "Garreth," she gasped, her voice barely above a whisper. "I can't… I can't take it any longer." Her climax boiled just beneath the surface, writhing and pulsating like an untamed beast, waiting for the final push. She bit her lip, struggling to keep her voice down. "Please, make me cum," she pleaded, her cunt clenching tightly around his fingers.

Garreth knew the exact buttons to push and the buttons to leave untouched for now. He added a third finger, the sensation driving her to the brink. His thumb collided with her clit at just the right rhythm, and her cries grew louder, threatening to spill out. "Right there," he whispered against her neck, his fingers twisting and turning inside her, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body. "Come on, let me see you cum before I even shag you." Her cunt tightened around his fingers, her moans escalating, threatening to drown out his own whispers of encouragement. He could already feel the warmth of her impending orgasm, and it was all he craved from her as his mouth salivated.

"Gods, Garreth," she breathed out, her voice thick with need. The pleasure overwhelmed her, each thrust of his fingers was like an explosive, and she was drowning in it. Her knees buckled as her climax slammed into her, her walls contracting around his fingers. "Yes," she cried out quietly, her voice hoarse, barely able to form the word. "Right there, right there –" The intensity of the orgasm sent her body into a frenzy, her sounds of pleasure growing more audible, as though in protest of being silenced. Her hand slammed against the window behind her, cascading like thunder through her body.

Garreth grunted, the need pulsating through him. He thrust his fingers harder, driving her over the edge as her body trembled like shackles released. Her release felt like sweet victory against his thumb, and she felt his release coating his hand. As her climax subsided, he pulled back, smiling in awe at her flushed face. Garreth couldn't believe his luck. She was the most gorgeous girl he had ever seen, and here she was laying right beside him, giving him that little smile that made his heart race faster than a double shot of Firewhisky. "That was worth every risk," he murmured, withdrawing his fingers from her still quivering pussy and sucking them clean. "You taste just as sweet as you look. You’re… Well, I was going to say beautiful, but I can’t, because beauty is on the inside and I haven't been inside yet.”

She tried to catch her breath and chuckled breathlessly. "Gods, you're so daft," she giggled and another small moan escaped her lips as she gasped softly at the sight of Garreth sucking her slick off his fingers. Garreth grinned, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. "The nerve of me," he quipped, checking the door of the compartment again to ensure their privacy. His eyes danced with mischief as he looked at her again, his wet fingers tracing along her thigh, giving her a chance to catch her breath before round two. "Though, I prefer the term 'cheeky'.”

"Cheeky, charming, devilish," she agreed, her breaths still shallow. She reached for his robe, running her fingers along the fabric beneath his chest, her eyes never leaving his. She bit her lip, looking at him playfully. "Are you ready for round two, Garreth Weasley?"

His eyes gleamed as she reached for him, her touch making him hard in an instant. He couldn't wait any longer, "Make sure this time you scream so we'll see who loses.”

Despite the fact that they were still on the train, he moved quickly, he no longer cared about his dignity. He wrapped his cloak around her as she laid beneath him to shield her completely from anyone that passed the compartment. Leaning in, he captured her lips in a passionate kiss, his tongue demanding entry into her mouth. As their tongues tangled, he undid her robes, exposing her ample breasts to his hungry eyes. They were bigger than he anticipated; full, perky globes swaying enticingly in his line of vision. He reached out, caressing them, his fingers tracing softly over her nipples, eliciting coos of pleasure from her throat. Steadily, he continued his descent down her body, pausing to suckle her breasts, each nipple a delight to which his tongue was eager to return. She squirmed beneath him, already eager for more, and he revelled in the sounds of her pleasure. His hands roamed down her body, his fingers barely brushing her overstimulated pussy, causing her to wriggle impatiently beneath him. Pulling away from her breasts, he looked into her eyes, his own smouldering with hunger. "Ready for the main course, love?" his gravelly voice seemed to rumble through the small compartment. She nodded, her breath coming faster. "Yes, Garreth, I'm ready. Please."

With a growl, he hiked up her skirt again, spreading her legs wide. The arousal of the moment heightened his senses, smelling her need and filling his lungs with her flushed skin. His restrained erection throbbed, desperate to be inside her. A wordless plea now escaped her lips. She needed it, needed him, and the clock was ticking as the train rattled on. Any moment, someone could barge in. The thought added to her mounting need, and her heart raced against her chest. He marvelled at her beauty, breath catching as he looked at her wet entrance, dripping in anticipation. “Sweetheart," he groaned, his voice strained with need. "I can't wait anymore." With renewed determination, he removed his hand from between their bodies and reached for the buttons on his pants. He fumbled clumsily with them, his cock straining against his boxers, practically bursting through the fabric. Garreth's eyes were filled with lust as he gazed down at their bodies. "I want to feel your wetness covering every inch of me," he groaned, his voice hoarse with desire. "Your tightness squeezing my cock like a vice, milking out every drop of cum you deserve.”

He reached down and fumbled with the waistband of his trousers, freeing his now fully erect cock. His erect cock, pulsing with need, stood before her eyes, as pre-cum dripped from its tip in a thick line. Her eyes widened, her breath hitched in her throat, and her gaze continued to devour every inch of him. He was bigger than she imagined, thick and long, a sight to behold. Her gasp was practically musical, filling him with wild delight at her reaction to him. He smirked, "Is this what you wanted, or should I leave you to your thoughts?" Her cheeks flushed, a wave of heat spreading across her face, but her eyes never left him. "It's perfect," she murmured, bashful and bold all at once. "Please, Garreth.”

Garreth chuckled deeply, "Hold on tight, dear. Spread your legs," he whispered, his voice husky and thick with lust, "I want to feel you around me. We've waited long enough.” He positioned himself between her thighs, guiding himself into her soaked depths. With little warning, he pushed inside her in a single, powerful thrust. Her tight entrance gripped him, clamping down on him fiercely, almost making him come instantly. He pushed his cockhead past her opening, breaking the thin layer of virginity that had remained intact until now. A sharp cry escaped her lips as she clutched at his shoulders, her nails digging into his skin. Despite the initial pain, a new wave of pleasure washed over her, and she spread her legs wider, inviting him further inside. Groaning, he lost all sense of decorum, thrusting harder, pegging her against the train seat underneath her. His hips moved rhythmically, relentless in their pursuit of release. His palm pressed against her lower abdomen, applying pressure to steady her and feel the tip of his cock press against her walls. The train continued its journey, adding a loud, irregular rhythm to their primal dance. Their flesh slapped together, and their muffled moans and grunts reverberated in the small space as they tried their best to stay quiet. The girl's moans became louder, her nails scratched the air around him as she rode out wave after wave of pleasure. His pace did not falter, not even when she clutched him tightly, her nails digging into his neck, leaving red marks. Many colours seemed to blend together in his mind, merging into a hazy haze of desire. "Ah… Garreth –" She panted, her voice strained and needy. "More – please, give me more –”

"Not until you scream for me," he growled, slamming into her again and again, his rhythm never breaking. Her cries echoed through the compartment, no doubt drawing unwanted attention but neither of them cared. His fingers dug into her thighs, leaving marks of their own, while his cock plunged in and out of her tight tunnel, filling her completely. Her eyes widened, an expression of orgasmic pleasure etched onto her face. She was close, so incredibly close. The train screeched around a bend, but it wasn't the noise causing her to shudder. The tease was too much, and she let out a moan, her voice barely above the train's racket. Her back arched, the bench beneath her creaking as she neared her climax.

Garreth seized the opportunity, "That's my girl. You're so fucking good at this." Her pathetic cries were music to his ears; the threat of being caught be damned; he pounded into her harder, feeling the familiar signs of her impending orgasm. Taking her hands, he placed them on the headrest above her, needing her full attention on what was about to come. "Don't stain the seat, Garreth,” she panted. Her body bucked, her nails digging into the headrest as the train lurched forward. Her cries filled the compartment, the sound raw and unabashed. I'll just have to come inside you then,” the ginger growled in response. She gasped, her eyes locked onto his, an unspoken language of desire and trust. Garreth's thrusts increased in pace, his own release looming. He felt her walls clench, a rhythmic series of contractions that sent him over the edge, his muscles tensing, and his body jerking. "Argh, I'm coming, sweetheart," he warned her, making her moan louder, her eyes widening. He pushed deep, his entire being hot with energy, thrusting into her again and again. "Take it, fucking take it.” In an instant, he felt her tightening around him once more, signalling her own impending climax. His hands clutched at her rear, digging into her flesh as he drove home one final time, releasing all the built-up tension within himself. A torrent of hot cum shot out of his cock, filling her up completely, painting both their bodies with sticky evidence of their shared passion.

It wasn't until both of them were spent that they slowly came back to reality. Their breathing slowly evolved into ragged gasps, and sweat trickled down their faces and bodies. They stayed joined for several minutes, savouring the aftermath of their passion. Eventually, Garreth carefully pulled out of her, his cock still throbbing with satisfaction. "Bloody hell, that was something else," he laughed in amazement, wiping some sweat off his face with the back of his sleeve. "Can we do that again? My eyes were closed.”

She couldn't help but laugh too at his terrible joke. "For god's sake, pipe down before I regret my decision.”

Garreth smirked playfully, tugging up his pants, "Right, right. Caught in a train, full of our classmates… quite the scandal it would be."

She tried to smooth her clothes and fix her hair while they chuckled together, their laughter quietened by the reality of their situation. "We better try to look like we've been just sitting here the whole time," Garreth suggested, resuming their pretence of classmates. "Or we'll have some serious explaining to do to my aunt."

As they slid back into normality, he couldn't help but feel a warm glow in his chest. Sure, they were breaking every rule and regulation there was, but he didn't regret one second of finally satisfying both her and himself. She looked at him, her own joy evident in her eyes. "It was worth it," she whispered, her fingers fiddling with the edge of her blouse. "Next time, we should find somewhere more… private." Garreth nodded, his eyes meeting hers, filled with mischief. "Promise." They sat back, attempting to appear casual as the train continued its journey. Despite their dishevelled appearance, they managed to create a semblance of normality, smiles flickering between them as they exchanged glances.

"Do you have to go back to your own compartment?" She asked him with disappointment laced in her tone, knowing he couldn't stay in her compartment forever without his friends wondering where he was.

He nodded, running a hand through his hair, trying to look presentable again. "Yeah, Leander has probably already started another argument by now if Natty doesn’t reel him in. Besides, Matilda will be looking for me sooner or later." He hesitated for a moment, looking lost in thought. "But… if you ever need an escape, or maybe some more fun, just tell me, okay?"

She grinned coyly, "You can't promise me this won't be the last time we do that, right?” She tugged at her clothes, trying to straighten them out and compose herself. "This was… better than any potion you’ve ever brewed." Garreth smirked, his eyes glimmering with a devilish twinkle. "Of course not. This is just a taste of what's to come. Trust me." He paused for a moment, captured by her gaze. "But don't tell anyone, alright? Especially not my family or our friends. This is our little secret. I don't want anyone thinking ill of you for doing this."

A look of fondness appeared in her eyes, but she nodded with a smirk. "Our little secret."

He gave her a peck on the lips. "Till next time, then.”

She nodded while a soft smile graced her lips. "Merry Christmas, Garreth." Their fingers brushed for a moment before he stood up, straightening his clothes. "Merry Christmas," he whispered, planting a gentle kiss on her forehead. Garreth stepped out of the compartment, shutting the door softly behind him. As the train continued on its way, leaving their stolen moment behind, she couldn't help but smile, the memory of their explosive encounter lingering in every pore of her body.

Back in the shared compartment, Leander and Natty were discussing some old Quidditch matches, their conversations punctuated with laughter. They hadn't noticed Garreth's absence, but as he slipped back in, they turned to look at him inquisitively. "Garreth, you were gone for quite some time," Leander remarked, raising an eyebrow. Garreth just grinned, his earlier escapade still playing in his mind. "Had a Christmas present to unwrap In advance," he said, playfully dodging the question while casually wiping his fingers on his top lip, breathing in the lingering scent of the prettiest girl in Hogwarts.

[finalgirllx]

HL Boys Love Languages

I took the love languages test from the perspective (based on my understanding) of these three as characters. These are the top two for each. Garreth Weasley

Physical Touch Garreth would definitely express his love for someone through physical contact in any form. Hugs, shoulder pats, and simply being physically near someone he cares about comes as second nature to him. Funnily enough, I can imagine if he developed a crush on someone, he'd keep a distance for some time out of wanting to be a "gentleman." However, from the second they give him the okay, he will be all over them, all of the time.

Quality Time Garreth is a family man and strongly values spending time with the people he loves. Enjoying this time, and never having too much of it, shows in his close relationships of all types.

Sebastian Sallow

Acts of Service Having someone willing to help him in his times of need and showing that they are there for him through helpful gestures means a lot to Sebastian. I mean, his cough entire questline cough. But really, I think even the smallest gestures, like getting him a snack when he's too invested in studying would go a long way to make him feel loved.

Quality Time I see him really valuing time with someone even if they aren't necessarily doing the most exciting things. If you spend hours with him while you're both doing your own tasks in the library, or just lounging within the Slytherin common room, that's enough for his heart to flutter.

Ominis Gaunt

Quality Time Like Sebastian, where you don't even have to be doing the most exciting things, he loves just knowing you're there with him within arms reach. It means more to him than you could possibly know. And, of course, spending time with him at actual places or events means an awful lot to him as well, even if they are things you must drag him along to because we love a drama king.

Words of Affirmation I could see him practically purring like a happy cat if you shower him with compliments. Of course, he'd get flustered, flush a little and try to dissuade you from praising him. But he would eat it up! And it would mean the world to him to know someone sees the good in him that he's unfortunately been knocked down to the point where he can't always see it himself. Bonus: 3 is Physical Touch. This is a bonus because I don't see Ominis as a touchy person, but I think he'd absolutely melt for the one he truly loves for the little touches. Can you imagine sitting with him and your pinkies wrapped together? Ah! I have to quit writing. I'm getting too excited.

[kaminokatieemoved]

Detention || Garreth Weasley

Synopsis - You help Garreth obtain a fwooper feather from Professor Sharp's office and it leads you both to a detention. A detention you won't easily forget.

Warnings - NSFW. Swearing. Fingering (F! Receiving). Virginity Loss. Unprotected P In V Sex. Public Sex.

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You and Garreth stood in front of Professor Sharp with your heads dipped in embarrassment as he scolded the two of you in front of the entire class. "Both of you will have detention this evening," Sharp said coldly. His eyes bore into your soul and you felt your face heating up as eyes casted upon you. You wanted to argue your case or deny your involvement in helping Garreth obtain the fwooper feather, but you were the only student who had access to Sharp's office Not to mention, Sharp had seen the two of you conversing before your entry.

Garreth groaned, "I didn't mean for that to happen Professor." His futile attempt to worm his way out of a detention, however, fell on deaf ears.

"That is besides the point, Mr Weasley. Your insolence is what obtained your detention, not your little stunt," Sharp rolled his eyes before he turned his attention to you. "And you, Miss L/N, should know better than this."

"I'm sorry Professor," you mumbled. "I was merely trying to help out a friend."

"Well, helping a friend has gotten you into more trouble than you had bargained for, hasn't it?" Sharp asked rhetorically as you nodded silently, averting your gaze. "I'd like for you to both be here for 5pm, no later or you'll be finding yourself in detention for a week!"

"Yes Sir," you both nodded in understanding and walked back to your potions station.

The rest of your day went by rather quickly and was, thankfully, uneventful. After potions, you had charms and then the rest of your day was free to do with what you will. You met up with some friends and hung around the castle grounds before you made your way back to the potions classroom for your detention.

"I see you're here Miss L/N," Professor Sharp said without looking up from his parchment. "Where is Mr Weasley?"

You shrugged. "I don't know Sir. I haven't seen him since potions this morning," you explained.

"Well, it looks like he is going to be late," he said, checking the clock on his desk. "If he isn't here within four and a half minutes."

"I'm sure he will be here Sir," you said quietly, shuffling your feet on the floor. "I have heard that Garreth has a tendency to leave things... last minute."

"I know students like Mr Weasley very well, Miss L/N. But what matters is that you are here on time," Sharp said. "And are therefore safe from any further punishment."

"Thank you Sir," you nodded your head and sat at your potions desk silently, eyeing the ingredients placed upon the surface. After ten minutes of silence and absent-mindedly strumming your fingers across your desk your detention partner came running in.

"I'm here! I'm here!" Garreth yelled, closing his eyes tightly and hunting over, placing his hands on his knees breathing heavily. "I'm sorry I'm late Professor Sharp! I fell asleep."

"I'm afraid that's not a good enough excuse Mr Weasley," Professor Sharp rolled his eyes and continued to scribble away. "Detentions every evening for the next week."

You couldn't help the slight smirk that laced your lips as Sharp gave Garreth his sentence. "But Sir-"

"But nothing Mr Weasley. I gave you a chance and you show up ten minutes late to your detention. With a pathetic excuse, no less."

Garreth nodded and pursed his lips. You could see he was trying his hardest not to roll his eyes as he sat down next to you at his own potions station. You were still smirking when he turned his head to look at you, a frown on his face. "What are you smiling at?" He asked quietly, voice oozing frustration.

"Nothing," you whispered back.

Garreth couldn't help the silly smile that spread across his face as he looked at you. He thought you were truly beautiful; one of the most beautiful witches at Hogwarts. Your hair framed your face nicely, and it's colour made your eyes pop. You felt the ginger haired boy staring at you. You looked over your shoulder and offered him a sweet smile, but as soon as your eyes met, Garreth looked away quickly. A faint dust of pink dancing across his cheeks.

Your detention was two hours in length and the first hour dragged. You had opted to doing some homework in the meantime while Garreth just sat there. His eyes narrowing on the potions station in front of him while he thought about what exactly went wrong with his experiment earlier on in the day. Roughly an hour and a quarter into your detention, Professor Sharp glanced at his clock and stood up swiftly. His eyes flickered between the two of you.

"Is everything okay, Professor?" You asked, startled by his sudden movements.

Sharp nodded quickly before opening his mouth to speak. "I have a meeting I have to attend too. It shouldn't take me too long. I trust you two can behave yourselves in the time I'm gone?"

"Why don't we just finish the detention now?" Garreth suggested cheekily. "I've certainly learnt my lesson."

"Silence, Mr Weasley."

"Garreth," you hissed, eyes narrowing at the boy besides you before you turned your attention to your professor. "Of course, Professor."

"Good," Sharp said. He used his wand to lock his office door between looking between the two of you once more. "If you don't behave, I shall know about it. Now if you don't mind, I shall be back momentarily."

And with that, Professor Sharp limped out of the classroom.

A few seconds of silence had passed since Professor Sharp had left, and Garreth was already up to mischief. He had opened up his potions book and was flipping through it, a grin on his lips. You eyed him wearily. "What are you up too?" You asked, shaking your head.

"Looking for something," he replied quickly. His eyes scanned the pages of the book in front of him before his grin lit up. "Damnit! That's why it went wrong!"

"Why what went wrong?" You asked, raising an eyebrow. "Your experiment?"

Garreth nodded, shoving the book your way. "I can't believe I was so stupid! Next time, it'll blow your mind, I promise."

"Garreth, no," you scowled, furrowing your brows at him.

"Why not? It'll be fun!" He protested. "In fact, we could do it right now while Sharp is at his meeting. It'll be finished and cleaned up before he even gets back!"

You snickered slightly before you eyes widened with realisation. "You're not joking are you?"

Garreth shook his head, eyes glinting with a wicked mischief you had never seen before. "Nope," he said, plopping the 'p'.

"You cannot be serious," you scowled. "What if he comes back in the meantime? We don't know how long he'll be gone!"

"I know all the Professors schedules around here," Garreth replied cooly. "He'll be gone for at least twenty minutes."

You shook your head as a slight laugh of disbelief left your lips. "You should not be messing around like this!"

"Scared, princess?" He teased, raising his eyebrow at you.

Your eyes widened at his use of 'princess' and a blush crossed your cheeks. "N-No!" You stuttered. "I just don't want to get into anymore trouble than I already am!"

Garreth wiggled his eyebrows at you. "What if I promise we won't?" He was teasing you again. You couldn't help it, the way he was looking at you sent a warmth straight to your core and you found yourself gripping your thighs together tightly. Garreth noticed your sudden stiffness and smirked at you. "Something wrong princess?"

"No, nothing," you replied, shaking your head.

He leaned closer to you, so close that you could feel his breath on your face. "You sure about that?"

You squeeze your thighs together tighter, desperate to gain some friction between your legs. His cologne was overwhelming as it invaded your nostrils. So much so, you began to feel a little light headed. You found yourself grasping underneath the table until your knuckles were turning white. Shaking your head desperately at your detention partner. "I'm sure."

Garreth rolled his eyes playfully at you. "You seem... tense." He scooted closer to you, your shoulders now touching.

Your face was flushed with embarrassment. "Garreth, I'm fine," you snapped sharply.

Garreth's hands dropped from his side to your thigh, gripping your soft flesh ever so slightly. "Come on princess, talk to me. What's the matter? Do I make you nervous?" He asked cheekily, a chuckle emitting from his throat. He knew what he was doing as your thighs continued to press together. Your face red from his thumbs movements on your bare skin. You stayed silent as his hand continued to caress your thigh. "Say something."

You gulped, hard. You weren't sure what to say and thoughts were swirling about in your mind. "T-There's nothing to say."

"You know, Professor Sharp will be in his meeting now," Garreth smirked. His eyes flickered from your eyes to your lips before looking back into your eyes again.

"What are you suggesting Garreth?" You asked as your eyes widened.

He leaned into your ear, nipping lightly at the soft flesh of your lobe. "I'm suggesting we make a little mess," he purred. Your eyes were wider than they had ever been now as Garreth's words sunk into your brain. His chapped lips against your earlobe was sending a wave of heat straight to your cheeks as the red-haired male continued to tease you. "What do you say princess?" He asked as he pulled away and looked into your eyes.

"What exactly are you suggesting Garreth?" You muttered lowly.

You turned your head to avert your gaze from Garreth's, but the boy tucked his hand under your chin and forced your face to look at his. "Let me show you," he whispered breathily before pressing his lips to yours. Your eyes fluttered closed as his chapped lips collided with yours, his tongue running along your bottom lip. You swore your heart skipped a beat as the boy caressed your cheek softly, almost as if you were porcelain threatening to break at any moment. When he pulled away, he spoke quietly. “How was that?”

Your eyes opened upon his question, and although you were almost too stunned to speak, you managed to force out a quick and shy “good.”

Garreth grinned at you goofily. His heart was threatening to beat out of his chest as he leaned into kiss you once more, this time more passionately than the last. His hands fell from your cheeks to your hips, pulling you ontop of him. Your eyes shot open as you were pulled onto his lap and you squrimed uncomfortably at this new position. You repositioned yourself so your legs were on either side of his body, you were straddling him as he kissed you passionately. Your new position earned a slight grunt of approval from the Gryffindor, which caught you of guard, a gasp emitting from your throat at the sensation of his grunt against your lips. Garreth took this surprise to his advantage, by slipping his tongue into your mouth. You couldn’t help but moan softly as his tongue met yours and suddenly your tongues were fighting for dominance. Garreth won, his tongue continuing to swirl around your own as he gripped your hips tighter, pulling your body closer to his.

You couldn’t help but grind your hips against Garreth’s as he pulled away from your lips. His goofy grin still plastered on his face as he gazed into your eyes longingly. Your lips felt tender but you didn’t care, leaning in to kiss the ginger again. “Are you thinking what I’m thinking?” Garreth asked between kisses.

“Probably not,” you replied honestly, continuing to kiss him inbetween words.

“Well,” Garreth pondered, moving his lips away from yours. “Sharp will be gone for at least twenty more minutes.”

“And?” You asked raising an eyebrow, curious as to where he was going with this.

“I say we find ourselves a broom closet and I give you a proper welcome to Hogwarts,” Garreth smirked.

You blushed profusely at his suggestion but shook your head. “We can’t,” you said. “He could be back any minute.”

“Trust me, he’ll be gone before we even get back,” Garreth gripped your hips tighter and you grinded against him again.

“We can’t,” you protested, biting your bottom lip. "Believe me, I want too, but we can't leave this room."

Garreth thought for a moment before pecking your lips once more. "What if we don't leave this room?" He asked, his hands moving to either side of your arms and rubbing lightly.

Your eyes widened. "You mean... in here?" You asked. Shocked wasn't even the word you were feeling right now. "W-What if Professor Sharp comes back?"

"Believe me, he won't," Garreth winked. "Do you trust me?" He asked.

You shook your head and laughed. "No."

His eyes darkened slightly. "Trust me Y/N," he said, a seriousness lacing his voice.

You gulped and nodded. "Okay."

Garreth bucked his hips against yours and grinned wickedly at you. "I promise you it'll be worth it princess."

"I'll hold you to that," you said.

Garreth winked at you once more and shifted his weight, pushing you off his lap slightly and standing up. He loomed over you, it was almost intimidating but before you could give it any more thought he pulled you close to him, dipping his head to kiss you again in a lip bruising kiss. Before you knew it, you were pressed up against the potion station table, his hand working its way down to the hem of your skirt. You felt Garreth's hand shaky against your thigh and you pulled away for a second, looking him in the eyes. "Have you done this before?" You asked. He shook his head 'no' and began to press kiss after kiss down your neck, sending shivers down your spine. "Are you sure you want to do this?" You asked.

"I'm sure," he whispered breathlessly against your neck. His fingers were up your skirt now, playing with the waistband of your underwear teasingly. Despite his confident demeanour, you could tell he was nervous. "I want you," he reassured you before dipping his fingers into your underwear quickly.

You hissed lightly at the coldness of his fingers as they danced across your folds, teasing you. He wasted no time in plunging a singular finger into your cunt, biting at your neck as he did. "Oh," you whimpered, your hands finding their way to Garreth's shoulders, steadying yourself against him.

"So tight," Garreth grinned against your neck as his finger began to plunge in and out of you. You gasped quietly at the sensation and bucked your hips up against him.

"More," you whispered to him.

"More?" Garreth asked teasingly, a second finger teasing your entrance as he pressed his lips to yours again.

You nodded eagerly into the kiss, moaning as you felt his second finger enter you slowly. You were already floating above the clouds from his fingers alone and you couldn't help but wonder how good his cock would feel. You pulled away from the kiss and groaned as Garreth's fingers quickened their pace. "W-We don't have time for this," you moaned lightly.

"Okay princess," Garreth smiled sweetly, removing his fingers from your cunt. You expected him to wipe away your wetness on his uniform, or maybe even lick them clean, but you didn't expect what he did. He placed his two fingers to your lips and grinned. "Suck," he ordered.

You nodded shyly, opening your mouth and slowly enveloping his two fingers. You rolled your eyes into the back of your head as you sucked your wetness off of his fingers, swirling your tongue around the digits. Suddenly, he retracted his fingers from your mouth and began to quickly unzip his trousers and pull his already hard cock out of his boxers. You couldn't help but trail your eyes down to Garreth's cock as he pumped at it a few times, grin widening at your reaction, watching as you bit your lip at the sight of him. "Wow," was all you could say.

You were surprised at how big and thick he was and you couldn't help but wonder the cliche - would it even fit? You quickly pushed that thought out of your mind and yelped as Garreth turned you around so you were facing the potions station, away from him. As he flipped up your skirt and pulled your underwear down to your thighs, Garreth couldn't help but chuckle. "This is definitely a memorable detention. Dare I say, the best detention I have ever had."

You rolled your eyes and opened your mouth to say something, but he quickly pushed his cock inside of you, walls stretching as he entered you. A moan fell from your open mouth and you gripped the table below you to keep yourself steady. An "oh God," fell from your lips as he fully bottomed out inside of you.

Garreth pulled his dress shirt and jumper up to get a good view of your ass as he settled inside of you. A soft sigh left his lips as you squirmed beneath him. "C-Can I move?" He stuttered, biting his bottom lip. He knew he wouldn't last long, the way you were squeezing him simply felt too good, but Garreth knew he'd try and last as long as he could.

"Yes, please," you nodded and happily obliging, Garreth began to move his hips slowly, pulling his cock from your cunt before forcing himself back in. You moaned in unison as Garreth began to pound into you slowly, but harshly. Your mouth was hung open as soft moans and sighs fell from your lips and your eyes were squeezed shut as the pleasure overtook your mind.

"So tight," Garreth repeated, hands grasping at your hips desperately bouncing you up and down on his cock. He was completely entranced by the way he disappeared and reappeared out of your cunt. This was possibly the best moment of his life: loosing his virginity during detention definitely beat all of his current life achievements so far.

"Don't say such things," you whimpered, biting your lip. You were embarrassed by what he was saying, you weren't sure why, but you were.

Garreth chuckled and responded by quickening his pace, rutting into you at a now brutal pace. You moaned loudly, completely forgetting you were in a public place and could be interrupted at any moment by your Professors. Garreth didn't seem to mind, if anything his pace encouraged you to make as much noise as possible. His grip on your hips tightening even more, sure enough to leave bruise marks later on. He bent down and bit on your earlobe, whispering words of praise. "You feel so good princess. You're doing so well for me. You take me so fucking good."

"Garreth," you moaned, one of your hands falling in-between your legs and rubbing quick little circles around your clit as you reached your orgasm.

"What's wrong beautiful?" He asked, eyes full blown with lust as he continued to buck his hips up into you quickly. He couldn't help but let out a strangled groan as he felt the walls of your cunt tighten around his cock. "God you're getting so fucking tight."

"I'm going to cum Garreth," you whimpered.

"Cum for me princess, cum on my cock," Garreth smirked. One of his hands moved from your hip, to your hair, tangling itself into your locks as he pounded into you. He pulled on your hair, forcing your head back. You turned to look at him, watching as his green eyes glistened with anticipation. The sight of him alone had you cumming on his cock, hard. A squeal of his name left your lips and Garreth pushed your head forward and returned his hand back to your hip, pace speeding up more than you ever thought possible as he reached his own orgasm. The feeling of your walls spasming around him with your own release had him reaching his in no time, and shamelessly he shouted your name as he spurted thick ropes of cum deep inside of you. "Fuck!"

Garreth's hips stuttered as he came, your hand returning to the potions station table to balance yourself. After a few seconds of stuttering hips and curse words, Garreth finally stilled himself. His breathing was heavy, but that goofy smirk remained on his lips. There was silence for a minute as the two of you caught your breath, panting echoing in the empty room. You opened your eyes as Garreth pulled out of you quickly, tugged up your underwear and flipped your skirt back down before he tucked his softening cock back into his boxers, zipping up his trousers.

Your legs wobbled as you sat back down in your seat, returning to your homework. The silence was almost deafening until Garreth spoke, his tone teasing. "Did you enjoy yourself?"

You nodded, too embarrassed to look him directly in the eye. "I did, did you?"

He laughed heartily. "Very much so." When you didn't look at him, Garreth sat down and tugged on your shoulder, forcing you to look at him. Without saying a word, he cupped your face in his hand and pressed his lips softly to yours. You sighed into the kiss but before you could kiss back, he pulled away and stared into your eyes, thumb caressing your cheek gently. "We should do that again some time."

"You think?" You asked softly, eyes lighting up.

"Oh yes. I think we should do it all the time," Garreth smirked mischievously.

You nodded to him in agreement and chuckled. "I agree."

"Glad you do," he said before grabbing his potions book and turning his attention to the pages in front of him. You smiled to yourself softly as you turned back to your homework, continuing to scribble your answers on the parchment.

It wasn't long before Professor Sharp was limping in, his eyes automatically darting between you and Garreth. "I see there have been no accidents," he stated, looking at Garreth approvingly.

"No Sir," you smiled, looking up at him from your homework. A nod of approval was given to you by Professor Sharp as Garreth didn't even bother looking up from his potions book.

As Sharp reached his desk, he looked at the clock and coughed. "Your detention is over," he stated to the two of you. "And don't forget Mr Weasley, I expect you here tomorrow at the same time, or your detentions will be extended for two weeks."

Garreth nodded and stood up quickly, packing his potions book away before turning to you with his hand held out for you to take. You smiled as you took Garreth's hand and was hoisted up. The ginger wasted no time in dragging you out of the potions classroom and to your dormitory before placing a soft, chaste kiss on your lips.

"I'll see you soon, I hope," he whispered into your lips.

"You'll be seeing a lot more of me Weasley," you smirked, kissing him on the cheek and walking into your dormitory. Garreth stood outside the doors smiling to himself before walking away, no doubt, up to cause mischief somewhere else.

I want to thank @pugsnotdrugs92 for basically forcing me to write something for Garreth Weasley *eye roll* - ONLY JOKING. But I am extremely happy with how this turned out, so although you're not the biggest Garreth fan, I hope it tickles you in the right way regardless!

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[subastian-swallows]

HOGWARTS LEGACY CHARACTERS

They react to your cauldron exploding in Potions. ( ｡ •̀ ᴖ •́ ｡)

Sebastian:

Sebastian would laugh — and not just a subtle 'holy shit' laugh, he would be on the floor or gripping the table, whining that he was going to pee himself.

That would be his first reaction — clearly overwhelmed, before he calms just enough to make sure you're alright, which you simply hit him in response.

Your clothes would be ruined — but Professor Sharp is unforgiving at the best of times and so you're stuck, but Sebastian quickly offers you his robe. He would do this mainly to have an excuse to wrap you in something of his, while being subtle about it. You just seemed far too distracted by his rolled-sleeves and arms.

He would help you fix your mistakes — still chuckling like an idiot, while you whine about the smell, he just simply waves it off and tells you it's fine. At one point, he gives you a hug, rubbing slightly and although you both are blushing like crazy — he explains it's to rub the smell onto him too, so you didn't feel embarrassed.

Ominis:

Ominis would whine — mainly because the cauldron exploded over the both of you, perhaps due to you both trying desperately to help each other. First mistake.

He would eventually laugh — softly, clearly distraught to the point that he just gives up on whining and when he simply slumps against his stool, it's only after Sebastian laughs and says something, that he tosses his textbook at him.

Neither of you would be safe from the potion and when he hears you shudder beside him — he quickly uses the hot air charm and tries his best to keep you warm. Shy embrace?

You both end up getting detention — mainly due to neither of you being able to fix your mistakes, considering you both suck and with Sebastian already forced to stay away as he always helped you both cheat, there was no hope this time.

Garreth:

Garreth would be the reason for the explosion — clearly giving you pointers, before suggesting to add something special. But it's not exactly his fault, you see, he asked you about your ingredients list and considering you had been guessing the whole time, you could only keep that to yourself, telling him a lie. Ending in a boom.

He would laugh — confused and then he would wipe your face, realising that you had received most of the blow, but then you would laugh, when you noticed the chucks of it in his hair. You both end up laughing and joking about more private study dates.

Garreth would support you to clean up, even offering to slip away and bring back new robes — but you would stop him, clearly not wanting him to get into any more trouble and so he pulled you into a hug instead, to keep you warm...of course.

Garreth would then help you fix your mistakes — clearly making sure to check your ingredients before you put them in.

[radical-ghostface]

The Hogwarts Legacy gang sitting down for Christmas dinner

MC : In my family we call them Christmas crackers.

Garreth : Bon bons!

Sebastian : Festive exploding anxietysticks.

Ominis : Neglectful and traumatic childhood, nothing to contribute.

MC :

MC : Sorry I asked.

[festivalsofmargot]

hi!!!! i love your writing style, it’s so beautiful! when you have the time, could i request Ominis x reader where they have a really bad fight and Ominis says something really mean like totally out of pocket to where their relationship is cracking so he has to win her forgiveness and love back 😭 i love angst it hurts me so good

The 3 Boys & The Hogwarts Champion

{Garreth Weasley/Ominis Gaunt/Sebastian Sallow x GN!Reader}

Introduction: The TriWizard Tournament was a tournament that promised glory, but also a tournament with a death toll so high, just surviving it would be the accomplishment of a lifetime. Your significant other had begged you not to put your name in the Goblet of Fire. You told him you wouldn’t, but you've done so anyway in secret. These are the reactions of Garreth, Ominis, and Sebastian when they not only realize you put your name in behind their back, but that you’ve also been chosen as the Hogwarts Champion.

Word Count: 

Garreth: ~ 2,200 words

Ominis: ~ 1,700 words

Sebastian: ~ 2,400 words

Warnings: Kissing, Angst

Author’s Note: Thanks for the request, anon! And I'm so happy you enjoy my writing ❤ I hope you don't mind I got Garreth and Sebastian in on your request haha. You can go ahead and jump to reader and Ominis' fight, there aren't any rules here. 😉 Sorry for taking so long on my fanfics! Work has been nuts lately, I've fit in writing whenever I had the drive and wasn't mentally burned out from my job. Hope you enjoy and have fun with it guys, got some good ol' angst written up for ya 😚

Songs (if interested):

Garreth’s song: War of Hearts (Acoustic Version) - Ruelle

Ominis’ song: Granite - Sleep Token

Sebastian’s song: Is It Really You? - Sleep Token, Loathe

Garreth:

When Garreth heard Headmaster Black announce your name, his blood went cold, the entertained smile vanishing from his face. But - we agreed you wouldn’t… No. No, this isn’t fun anymore. Stop this. Stop all of this now. 

He watched you as you made your way up to stand with the other champions. You were smiling, happy, proud as can be that your name was chosen. But he caught the guilty look in your eye when you glanced his way. You lied to me.

The room seemed to be spinning while he sat still in his seat, looking Headmaster Black’s way but not listening to what he was saying about the tournament. His ears were ringing, he was starting to feel sick.

As soon as everyone was dismissed, Garreth shot up from his seat, wanting to get out of the Great Hall as fast as possible. You wanted to chase after him, explain yourself. But you could only watch Garreth’s form walk away as you were guided with the other champions out to discuss the tournament expectations. 

-

Garreth had gone numb. The one he loved most had lied to him, deciding some dangerous, unnecessary tournament was worth more than him. Without thinking, he had gone to Professor Sharp’s empty classroom and started brewing whatever came to mind. He wasn’t in the mood for experimenting, he wanted to put together ingredients that made sense, he couldn’t take anymore surprises.

You had been watching him silently from the doorway for a few minutes, trying to think of what you could possibly say to him after what you had done. 

Feeling someone’s presence, he turned to see who it was. He shook his head and scoffed humorlessly seeing it was you, turning back to his potions.

I deserved that welcome. “I -” You began but stopped short, not knowing how to continue.

He took a step back from his potion brew, resting his hands on the table, looking at the ground because he wasn’t quite ready to look at you. “I just want to know why. Why would you look me in the eye, promise me you wouldn’t put your name in the running, and then go off and do exactly that behind my back?” His voice was hard, his words direct. 

You had never heard him be this stern with you. You didn’t think you’d ever heard him this stern with anyone. Way to go, you’ve managed to make the most fun loving, easy going person you know livid. “There’s no good excuse, Gar.”

“Don’t.” He said through gritted teeth. “You are not allowed to call me that.”

Your heart broke, but you knew you brought this on yourself.

He took a steadying breath, trying to push down his temper. “Either tell me why you did it or leave me alone.” His tone sounded like he was already done with you.

You nodded your head, quickly trying to find the words. “I… Natty put her name in.”

Garreth squeezed his eyes shut. He had heard Natty throwing the idea of entering around but he hadn’t realized she’d actually done it. If he had found out before you did, he would have done everything in his power to keep it hidden from you. Although, he didn’t know how successful he’d be when Natty was your best friend. “If she wanted to compete, that's her choice.”

“And this is mine. I’m not letting anything happen to her.”

He stood up straight then, looking at nothing in particular. He shouldn’t have expected anything different. You were the most capable person to compete for Hogwarts, and the only one in ages able to wield ancient magic, you both knew if you entered your name you’d get chosen. He had begged you to promise him you wouldn’t put your name in. But of course, it still ended up like this.

All it would take was one misstep, and you’d be taken from him forever. The thought had brought back the sickening feeling he had earlier. Wishing he had felt numb still, he sighed and rubbed at his brows with his thumb and forefinger. “Why do you have to be the hero every bloody time?” He grumbled, just loud enough for you to hear.

You looked down, feeling horrible seeing him this way. It was a new low knowing you had caused it. Garreth was always bright and full of good humor, and your betrayal seemed to wash that all away like it never existed. “I’m so sorry. I never… never wanted to hurt you.”

He finally turned your way and looked over you solemnly for a moment. You held his gaze as he walked up and cupped your cheek. “I just had to go after you, didn’t I? Why couldn’t I have gone after someone dull? Why’d it have to be you?” He gave a small shake of his head as he mused to himself. “It’s cruel being in love with you.”

It hit you then that you could lose him over this. “I know.” You whispered.

With a disappointed sigh, he released you and went back to his potions station. “You can go now.” He said with no emotion, as if he were dismissing you.

You stared after him a moment longer, then took your leave.

He poured some of the wiggenweld potion he brewed into a flask. Just as he was about to cap it, rage coursed through him and he threw the flask against the wall.

-

He wasn’t planning on attending any of your challenges, but he found he couldn’t keep away. He needed to keep an eye on you or he’d feel worse than he already did. He remained near the back of the audience, pacing back and forth, anxiously running his hand through his hair throughout the whole thing. The sick, nervous feeling never dissipated, he could have sworn the sensation was burning a hole through his insides.

He nearly collapsed when the challenge was over, breathing easier with so much relief washing over him. He ran down to the champions’ tent to wait for you to leave. He called your name as you walked out and you quickly turned in the direction of his voice, eyes wide that he had not only shown up, but approached you first.

He closed the distance between you two and pulled you into a tight embrace, holding you like he never wanted to let go. You wrapped your arms back around him, nearly crying at the collision. 

He pulled back just enough to cup your cheek and look over your features. “Are you alright? Are you hurt?” His stomach dropped seeing all the gashes and bruises on your face. 

“I’m fine.” You tried to reassure him, but his eyes darting all over you told you your words hadn’t done much reassuring.

He took your hand in his and pulled you urgently along with him. “I’m getting you to the hospital wing, and I’m going to make you some wiggenweld potions.” He stopped briefly to look you dead in the eye, no nonsense. “And you’re going to drink every single one I put in front of you.” He turned and began tugging you along again.

You smiled to yourself, not daring to disagree with him. “Yes, sir.”

-

On your way to the hospital wing, you walked by the wall where the Room of Requirement would be. It never showed up when you were with someone else, but that day it did. Garreth slowed to a stop, furrowing his brows as he watched the door form before him. 

“What’s happening?” 

“It’s the Room of Requirement. Looks like it believes we both need it now.” You tugged him in with you and his eyes went wide at it all before him.

“You’ve had all this to yourself since fifth year?” He was in awe, how could you ever want to leave this place? As his eyes explored the room, they landed back on you, and he remembered in a panic what he was originally doing. “Sit down.” He commanded. He turned and scanned the room for your potions station. Spotting it, he strode up and began on some wiggenwelds. While those took a moment to brew, he looked around for some bandages, anything to patch you up with.

“Right here.” You held them up as you sat on the couch and began working them onto yourself.

He snatched them from you, sat down, and started doing it for you. You watched him as he fixated on your scrapes and bumps. Being this close again, you wanted to kiss his freckles more than ever before. He had been avoiding you since you last spoke, you were convinced you had lost him. You probably had and this was only a moment of weakness on his part. 

“I love you.” You found yourself saying. “I’d do anything for you, I hope you still know that.”

He seemed unphased by your words as he continued cleaning you up. “You’d do anything but keep your name out of a burning goblet, it seems.” 

You closed your eyes and sighed through your nose. He had you there.

He stopped his movements suddenly and shifted away from you, sighing himself and leaning his elbows on his knees. “You broke my heart, you know.” 

Tears stung at your eyes. But you refused to let them fall, you weren’t the victim here. All you could do was nod your head even though he wasn’t looking at you.

“You promised me you wouldn’t put your name in that damned goblet.” His voice was strained. He went silent for a moment, taking a steadying breath. “You got me thinking about life outside of Hogwarts.” He began again. “It’s only going to get worse once we leave here and we’re out there. You’re going to put yourself in worse and worse situations for others.” He rubbed his hand down his face roughly at the thought and let out a shaky breath. “I don’t know if I’ll be able to bear it.”

You sat up straight, trying to keep your composure as your nerves went into a stomach-turning frenzy. You knew what he was getting at.

“I don’t want to be in love with you… I don’t.” He admitted. He looked up to the potion pots and saw the wiggenwelds were done. He stood to his feet to grab them and bring them over. He knelt before you, holding up one of the flasks. “You’re to drink all three of these.” He looked up at you with a face of you don’t have a say, drink it.

You took the first one from him, downing it, then did the same for the following two. Once you finished he got up and discarded the flasks. He returned to your side on the couch and took your hand in his. He looked down at it in his lap, tracing shapes on your skin lightly with his thumb. “What I do know is that being apart from you feels so much worse. Now that… that I know I can’t bear.” He looked at you then, his face told you he was upset with himself for feeling this way, for choosing to stay by your side.

You had caused this. You had done him wrong. And he was right, things were going to get worse after Hogwarts. You really were a cruel one to love.

“I don’t know how long I'll be furious with you, but I’m thinking it’ll be a while.” He let himself get lost in your eyes for a moment. “Glad you’re okay at least.” He released your hand and got up to leave. 

You were going to let him go, but you stood to your feet and stormed after him. You grabbed at him to face you and then crashed your lips onto his. You cupped his face and he shot his hands to your waist, his fingers digging deep into your sides. 

He pulled away slightly, his eyes narrowed at you and he exhaled, frustrated. He was beyond exasperated with you, but he still craved you like no other. Furrowing his brows, he returned his lips to yours, moving his mouth against yours to satiate said craving. His hands slid up your back as he wrapped his arms around you. 

He hadn’t realized how starved he was for your taste until he had you there in his arms again. He licked at your bottom lip, wanting to get more of you, and you gladly granted him access. Anything he wanted, you’d give it to him. He could feel your compliance, and he was tempted to see just how sorry you were.

But his hands slowly moved up to yours and removed them from his face. He tore his lips from yours and looked over your flushed features, wanting more but not allowing himself more, then he released you. “Nice try.” He turned and made his way out. “Stay sweet and I might let you call me ‘Gar’ again.” He called over his shoulder.

-

Ominis:

“You what?!” Ominis was fuming now, you had seen him angry with you before, but never like this.

“I thought,” You exhaled in frustration, “I thought it would help your family approve of me.”

“My family should be none of your concern!”

“I’m not a pure-blood, Ominis, you know they would never approve of me. Being the Hogwarts Champion has to mean something. If they ever find out we’re together, they’d arrange a marriage for you like that.” You said with a snap of your fingers. “This tournament could help prove my worth.”

He shook his head, pacing back and forth. “And you’d think I’d just roll over and let that happen?! This was not the answer, I’ll never understand why you thought it was.” 

“There’s no need to get this upset. I might not even get picked anyway.”

His pacing came to a sudden halt, his eyebrows shot up in incredulity. “Is that supposed to be a joke? Of course your name’s going to get picked!” His fury turned into something with a bit more worry then. “I can’t help you when you're out there, you’re going to have to do all those challenges on your own.”

“Whatever they throw at me, I’ll be able to handle it. I’m sure I’ve already survived through worse than what they’re planning.”

“That’s just it! You had no control over everything that’s happened and you survived through it! This? You’re actively seeking out danger now, it’s pointless! When did you become so dim-witted as to not see that?!” Ominis regretted his words immediately, desperately wanting to take them back but unable to do so.

You were stunned for a moment he had actually spoken to you in such a way. A petty smile formed on your face. “Seems we’re done here.” 

Ominis called your name in a panic as he heard you storm out of the undercroft, but you ignored him. He dug around frantically in his pocket for his wand, holding it up and having it guide him to follow where you had gone. He knew his wand didn’t work as a tracker, but he had the slightest bit of hope that if it sensed how much he needed to get to you it might help him out. But no such luck.

-

It had been a week since you and Ominis fought and the dreaded day had finally arrived to announce the TriWizard tournament champions. Every now and then his wand would sense you were in the same room as him, but he didn’t need his wand to be able to tell you were keeping your distance. 

How could I have spoken to you the way I had? Every time he thought back to it, he wanted to ask Sebastian to punch him, just bash his face right in.

Even though Ominis knew it was coming, he was still hit with an overwhelming sense of dread when Headmaster Black announced your name. He didn’t clap with everyone else and he hoped you noticed.

He left the Great Hall with everyone else and his wand sensed Poppy was near him. An idea instantly formed in his head. “Excuse me, Poppy?”

Poppy turned her head in surprise hearing Ominis call to her. “Y - Yes, Ominis?”

It was a relief hearing your best friend’s voice still sound so friendly to him. You must not have told anyone about how he spoke to you, which only made him feel worse. He was the villain here. “I need your help with something.”

-

He was leaning against a tree in the woods behind the beasts class stables, hands in his pockets and tapping his foot anxiously. He heard your footsteps crunching the leaves on your way over. 

“Poppy? Poppy, I’m here with the feed, what’s happened to High Wing?” You asked in a panic. When Poppy didn’t respond, you looked up from the feed in your arms and Ominis stepped forward.

You groaned and turned on your heel to leave. 

“Please - just wait -”

“Want to insult me some more, do you?” You snipped without looking back at him.

“I’m going to have my family speak to Headmaster Black.” Ominis blurted, and you froze. “They’ll get you out of the games.”

He could hear you drop the feed to the ground. “Don’t you dare.” A chill went down his spine at your warning tone but he stood his ground.

“You don’t have a say in the matter. You’re not competing.”

He could hear you stomp up to him, could feel your presence, and you were close. His breath hitched when he realized you were close enough for him to feel your breath against his skin. It had hit him all at once how he hadn’t been able to touch you for a week, and he didn’t know if he was able to keep himself from closing the distance between you two right then and there.

“Back off, Gaunt. How about you sit down and shut up while I show this entire valley what this ‘dim-wit’ can do?” 

Ominis’ lips parted slightly. Oh... 

He fisted the fabric of your shirt and shot his lips in the direction of where he felt your breath and heard your voice. It was all too perfect getting your lips on the first try, especially with you having riled him up, speaking to him as you had.

He nipped at your lip and it drew the softest of moans from you, but he caught it. He always heard every little noise he could get out of you. Your hands went up and ran through his hair, you had missed him too, he could tell. Remembering where the tree he was leaning against was, he walked you back until you were pressed against it. 

He released your shirt and brought his hands to your waist. His kisses turned less ravenous and more apologetic. He slowed and deepened his mouth movements. “I’m sorry.” He whispered against your lips. “I’m so sorry. I had no right speaking to you that way.” He said in between kisses. “There’s no excuse. I’ll do everything in my power to make it up to you.”

“Ominis, stop talking.” You sighed, greedily taking his lips again. Though his body weight was against you, keeping you trapped between him and the tree, he was the compliant one.

Ominis pulled back, as much as he wanted to keep connected to you, you two had unfinished business. “I won’t go to my family… if it’s what you really want.” Ominis said, still a bit breathless from your kiss. “Just… don’t do it for them, I beg of you. They aren't worth it.” Ominis leaned forward to kiss at your neck tenderly as he waited for your answer.

You wrapped your arms around him, holding him close. “It’s what I want. If not me, then who?”

His mouth on your neck stilled. As much as he hated to agree with you on this, he did. If he sent his family to speak with Headmaster Black to have another student take your place, he’d practically be sending that student to their death. You were the most capable person he had ever known, and you didn’t even need dark magic to accomplish all that you had. If anyone was going to survive this thing, it was you.

He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into a loving embrace. He nuzzled his face into your neck and took in your scent, reveling in this moment you had together. He thought he had ruined everything after your fight. 

More than anything, he wanted to go back in time and do everything he could to stop you from ever entering your name into that Goblet. But in the end, it was always your choice, not his.

-

The days leading up to your first challenge, Ominis kept close to your side, constantly asking you questions on how prepared you were. 

“Did you brew enough wiggenweld potions? How about we start on some thunderbrews for you as well?”

“I know how effective the chomping cabbages are, but let’s get some mandrakes and venomous tentaculas grown to be on the safe side.”

“Were you able to put that enchantment I showed you on your competition robes?”

The day of the challenge, he was able to keep his composure, but only because you asked him to. You were anxious as well, and him being sick with worry for you would only add to the frenzy of nerves within you.

He asked Sebastian to narrate everything that was happening while you were out there. Hearing Sebastian’s depiction and the blasting sounds of spells from the arena unraveled his calm exterior more and more by the second. He leaned forward with his elbows on his knees, his head in his hands, leg bouncing up and down rapidly. He didn’t know how he was going to have to sit through two more of these.

Use the Unforgivables if you have to, I don’t care. He found himself thinking. Whatever it takes, just come back to me.

The sound of the crowd cheering and the feel of Sebastian roughly patting his back in excitement told him you had completed the first challenge. He immediately stood to his feet and took out his wand, his legs were jelly but he pushed through and went straight for the champions’ tent. As soon as he arrived you had run up and thrown your arms around him.

He didn’t hesitate to drop his wand to the ground and wrap his arms around you. He closed his eyes, holding you so close to him he had started to lift you off the ground a bit. He was beyond thankful to every little thing in the universe that aligned to help him get back to you.

“If you still believe my family would be able to tear me from you, you might actually be a dim-wit.”

He could feel you chuckle against him. “I’d like to see them try after what I just accomplished back there.”

-

Sebastian:

Sebastian had let his emotions get the better of him again. It was his fault you had been avoiding him for days now, and he couldn’t bear it any longer. He tried giving you your space but he needed to at least let you know how sorry he was. As soon as the TriWizard champions announcement ceremony was over, he’d find you and apologize. He needed to be better, he knew that.

But then your name was called. 

Wait, that can’t be right. You didn’t even put your name in so how…? His breathing grew a bit heavier. No, no Professor Black read the wrong name. You told each other everything. And he specifically had you promise him you wouldn’t enter. 

He watched for your features to see if you were just as confused as he was, but you weren’t. You were smiling, happily receiving congratulatory pats on the back as you walked up to stand with the champions already chosen, not glancing his way once.

He mentally willed you to look his way as you stood up there. Give me something, give me anything. Tell me with your eyes why you did this. But no use, you were up there looking as if you had no reason not to be.

When everyone was dismissed he stayed back a bit, wanting to go up to you. But you and the other champions were escorted away to discuss what was to be expected going into this tournament.

Sebastian waited outside the Great Hall until you were done. Once he saw you walking out, he pushed up off the wall he was leaning against and came up behind you, calling your name.

“Did you enter because of me? Is this my fault?”

You stopped in place, taking a moment to turn and face him. You had some trouble meeting his gaze. “You weren’t the main reason, but I’d be lying if I said you weren’t a part of it.”

“Then why? Why else would you do this?”

You looked over his dispirited features in silence for a moment. “Since the moment I arrived at Hogwarts, I felt as if I’ve been running around taking care of everyone else. And after our last fight, I… I don’t know. Something in me snapped, Sebastian. Putting my name in that Goblet, it -” You exhaled, feeling like he wouldn’t understand but you decided to tell him anyway, “it was the first time I felt like I was doing something for me.”

Sebastian looked down, it seemed you didn’t tell each other everything like he once believed. How could he have not known you felt this way? He was the one seeing you and he didn’t even realize something had been off with you.

“I know I made a promise not to do it. And for breaking that promise, I apologize. But… I don’t regret doing it.” You were ashamed at the admission, but you wanted him to know.

He realized it then when he met your gaze, he had lost you. You had been slipping away from him for a while, and he had been so blinded by his own issues he hadn’t noticed until it was too late.

A nasty, stomach turning feeling hit him all at once. “Is this… Are you ending things between us?”

His heart constricted painfully when you didn’t answer him right away, didn’t reassure him that he had it all wrong and you would never part from him. You were looking at him like you knew the next thing you were about to say would make him feel terrible. 

“Sebastian, I’ll always be around to help you with Anne -”

He huffed in disbelief and turned on his heel to get out of there, as far away from you as possible. He didn’t want to hear you finish that sentence, how you had started it had already broken him enough.

-

He fell back onto his bed, throwing an arm over his eyes. He couldn’t stop the tears from stinging at them but he could sure as hell keep them from falling. It hurt more thinking back to the conversation and realizing that not once had you called him ‘Seb’ like you normally did. How long has it been since you had? Even more indication of how far you had drifted away. How did this happen?

When was the last time you asked him to help you with anything? There were a few times in fifth year you had asked for his help getting the triptychs, but those outings had benefited him as well in trying to get a cure for Anne. Was there ever a time he had helped you with anything that was purely for you? He was disgusted with himself, not being able to name a single time. No wonder he lost you.

And now you were going to compete in a tournament famous for being so dangerous, it was common for the participants to die. Throwing yourself into jeopardy like this, you hadn’t asked for his help. No. You had banished him from your side. How could you expect him to keep his distance in circumstances such as these?

The tears were overflowing, escaping out of his shut eyelids and he pressed his arm over them tighter. Just come back. I need you back. I’ll be better, I promise.

-

Ominis had advised Sebastian to give you your space, if you wanted his help you would ask for it. But all these horrifying scenarios kept popping up in his head, scenarios where you die and he could have done something to prevent it. He didn’t care if you ignored him, didn’t care if you hated him, as long as you were alive, you could feel however you damn well pleased about him.

He had scoured the library for any enchantment you could put on your competition robes, any herbology methods to make your carnivorous plants more vicious, anything to make your potions more effective. 

He lost sleep over it, he didn’t mind. He’d much rather sneak into the restricted section late at night than face those nightmares of your corpse he’d been having the past week. Once he felt he had enough notes written out of all these things that could help you, he decided to find you.

He waited for you to come outside of the Room of Requirement with a notebook of everything he had researched for you. It was late but there was still a good amount of time before curfew. As the halls were getting darker and emptier, he sat on the ground, head back against the wall until you came out. 

He startled a bit when the door finally formed. He sprang to his feet and straightened out his clothes as he watched you walk out. Your eyes met his and it pained him that you looked uneasy to see him.

“I um -” He cleared his throat, a bit unsure of himself now that he had your full attention. “I have something for you.” He held out the notebook to you.

You glanced down at it in his hands, then eyed him as you took it. “What’s this?” 

Sebastian moved himself to your side, looking over your shoulder, opening the notebook as you held it in your hand and gave as brief an explanation as he could. He pointed out where you could find the herbology notes, the enchantment notes, and the potion notes. As he explained, your eyes drifted gradually up from the notebook to his face.

After a moment, he noticed you looking at him and not the notebook. “What?”

“Nothing.” You looked back down at the notebook. “Thank you for this.”

Sebastian didn’t say anything and stayed where he was next to you. You looked back up at him, wondering if there was something else he wanted. He hadn’t been this close to you for weeks. He missed your scent, your warmth, your lips being this close to his. He wanted to claim them again, but he knew he couldn’t. You weren’t his anymore. 

Rather than pulling you close, he kept his hands to himself and gave a single nod of his head to you. Then he turned on his heel and left.

You watched him walk away in silence. You were expecting him to ask for something in return, help with some cave that had some book that mentioned some untapped magic. Just like he had always done. But he had just given you the notebook and left it at that.

Where was this Sebastian before? Truth be told, you always felt like he could walk out on you at any moment. Especially if he ever felt like he no longer had a need for your ancient magic, there were many nights you’d be up wondering if that was the only reason he was with you. This along with the way he would snap at you whenever he was frustrated, taking it out on you. He had gotten better about it since fifth year, but it still occurred.

Whether he was doing this to get you or your ancient magic back, only time would tell.

-

The day of your first challenge arrived, and Sebastian hadn’t gotten a wink of sleep the night before. He debated not turning up at all, but the idea had made him feel nauseous. He needed to stay close to you throughout this whole thing.

Whether or not he actually watched was still up in the air. He stood behind one of the wooden beams in the audience stands, arms crossed over his chest tightly in hopes of keeping himself from throwing up. When it was announced you were up next, he squeezed his eyes shut and the blood drained from his face. This could be it, these could be your last few moments alive. He could hear you start the challenge below and sweat began to form on his forehead.

“Sebastian, you've got to see this!” Lucan Brattleby shouted to him over the crowd’s cheers.

Sebastian’s head snapped his direction, and he noticed the crowd’s faces. They weren’t biting their nails or covering their eyes in horror, they were ecstatic, brows raised and eyes wide in awe. Sebastian came out from behind the pillar and looked down into the arena below.

A rousing sensation coursed through him as he watched you. You’re glorious. He always knew you were capable and talented. He’d caught glimpses of your skill with a wand when you competed in Crossed Wands or fought side by side on your outings together. But he had never just… watched you. His worry for you in this tournament was fizzling away the more he witnessed you practically dance through this challenge in the arena below. Your footwork was clean, your defensive reflexes quick, and your offensive casts brutal.

He could watch you do this all day.

When the challenge ended, you had placed first with a sweeping victory. He couldn’t help it, he wanted to run to you and congratulate you, tell you how amazing you were himself. Even if you only gave him a fleeting glance, even if you ignored him.

His nerves went into a frenzy seeing you come out of the tent. You had spotted him right away, and you seemed genuinely pleased to see him. He was taken aback and thought his heart would burst out of his chest.

You made your way up to him and he stuttered trying to get his words out. “I - I just wanted to come by and tell you -”

“Come here.” He was silenced when you grabbed him by the back of the neck and pulled him in for a kiss. He was stunned but quickly shook himself out of it, wrapping his arms around you to keep you on him like this. 

You were in complete control of this kiss, and Sebastian had no complaints. Your hands moved to cup his jaw, holding him in a way that you could move his head so his mouth was right where you wanted it at all times. His heart was racing in anticipation while yours raced with adrenaline. His body was turning into a furnace for you. He knew this wasn’t a makeup kiss, this was a passionate, emotions are high kind of kiss. But he’d give it to you all the same, anything you wanted, it was yours.

You had never felt so on top of the world in your life. The sound of the crowd cheering you on so loudly the arena began to shake, completing the first challenge like it was nothing, and taking charge of Sebastian Sallow’s lips, it was all unbelievably intoxicating.

“Thank you.” You said breathily, breaking from him. “For that notebook, it helped more than you know, thank you.”

“It’s nothing compared to what you’ve done for me.” He shook his head, then placed his forehead on yours. “You deserve so much more.”

You stroked his cheek with your thumb, taking in his freckles, soaking in this short moment where you two were close again.

“Can you see yourself coming back to me?” He found himself asking.

You took a moment to answer as you kept your hold on each other. “I don’t know… I still love you. I think I always will. But -” You thought on your words carefully and Sebastian stiffened, tightening his hold on you, afraid of letting you slip away again. “I don’t know if I have anything more to give.”

“I’m not asking you to give anything.” He said quickly, voice just above a whisper. “I don’t care if you never help me with finding a cure again. Just… Please, don’t tear yourself away from me.”

You looked into his eyes, not wanting to break this moment, unsure of what was supposed to happen next. “I need more time.”

He closed his eyes briefly at that answer, then gave a small nod. It wasn’t what he wanted you to say, but there was still hope in it. He’d wait, as long as it took. And he’d continue helping you in this tournament whether you liked it or not.

[atypicalamortentia]

They Wake Up With An Erection

Synopsis - The boys reaction to waking up with an erection.

Warnings - NSFW.

Notes - All characters are 18+!

Word Count - 1.2k

[Caffeinate Me]

SEBASTIAN SALLOW will take care of his erection as soon as he wakes up. When his eyes shot open and he felt his hard erection pressing against the covers, Sebastian couldn't help but groan. He hadn’t been dreaming of anything in particular, just of you and him having a picnic date; it was cute really, so why had he woken up with a raging hard on? Sitting up in bed, Sebastian quickly looks around the room to make sure he’s alone before he slips a hand below his sheets and boxers. With his hand placed firmly around his base, Sebastian slowly begins to jerk himself off, mind automatically flashing to you as his hand moves faster around his length. Merlin, what were you doing to him? Sebastian grips his cock tighter in his fist all in a futile attempt to imagine his hand as your cunt wrapped around him. Silent moans slip past his lips, his head falls backwards, eyes screw shut tight with pleasure as he feels his balls tighten. It doesn’t take Sebastian long to reach his end, especially thinking of you doing this to him. He shivers as he cums, hips stuttering as he shoots his load over his hand. He bites his lip to ensure his groans are kept to a minimum before he opens his eyes again to be met with the boy's dorm room once again. “Fuck,” Sebastian whispers to himself. He wipes his cum-covered hand on his boxers before standing up and grabbing his wand to clean himself up. Maybe one day, you would be giving him a morning handjob. That was, if he wasn’t so chicken to open his mouth and admit that he was in love with you.

OMINIS GAUNT will most likely be woken up by Sebastian’s clumsiness as he gets dressed for the day. Ominis’ eyes flutter open and he immediately feels his erection straining against his boxers. “Did I wake you?” Sebastian asks sheepishly, not looking at his friend as he continues to get dressed. Ominis just grumbles and closes his eyes again pretending to go back to sleep in an attempt to get Sebastian to go away faster. When he hears the boys dorm room door open and close, Ominis speaks to check he’s alone. When he realises he is indeed alone, his hand jumps down to his hardened cock and immediately begins stroking it with so much need. Ominis isn’t one to masturbate often, but it was so hard it hurt. He had no choice. His mind drifts to your voice, simply just talking to him, but when he imagines you whispering lewd things into his ear, his hand picks up its pace. Ominis is moving his hand so quickly, afraid of being caught, that he doesn’t even get to prepare himself before his cum spurts out of his pink tip. He closes his eyes and focuses on regaining his breath as he lays there, feeling lowkey ashamed of himself for masturbating over you, one of his closest friends. When he feels like he’s ready to face the day, Ominis stands up and feels for his wand on his bedside table using it to get himself ready for the day. It dawned on him that maybe he’d have to confess his feelings for you.

GARRETH WEASLEY wakes up as soon as his cock hardens. It’s like he has a sixth sense about it when he’s asleep. It’s early morning, roughly around 4am, the sun is coming up and is threatening to spill through the curtains in the boys dorm. Garreth looks around and finds he’s the only one awake. He closes the Gryffindor coloured curtains around his bed for more privacy and he knows has to be quiet if he’s going to do this here. With a shaky breath, Garreth reaches down his pyjama pants and grips the base of his cock tightly. His mind drifts back to the dream he was having: you were on top of him, moving your hips so deliciously as the most delectable moans fell from your lips. It was all the material Garreth needed to get himself off, biting his lip to keep himself quiet and avoid waking anybody up with his sinful situation. His strokes were slow and sloppy at first due to him still being sleepy, but the second his body relaxed he quickened the pace. He spits on his cock to lube himself up more and continues his fast movements as he thinks about you. Garreth pushes himself to the brink with his thoughts of you, his hand going slack around his tip as he cums, hard, over his hand. It was then that Garreth realised he had to get you underneath him. Had to get you away from Sallow and Gaunt and all to himself. Garreth peaks his head out of the curtains to make sure nobody is awake before he pulls up his boxers and rushes to the bathroom to clean himself up. He then jumps back into bed and falls asleep, full of pure bliss from his orgasm.

LEANDER PREWETT is woken up by Garreth who is laughing at his erection poking up from his covers. “You better take care of that mate,” Garreth whistles before leaving Leander alone in the boys dorm. Leander rolls his eyes and looks down at his hard-on, groaning at the fact his friend had woken him up because of it. Hopefully he was the only one who saw. Leander thinks for a moment. Would it be quicker to take care of it or leave it? With a nod of his head, he agrees with himself that it would be much quicker to take care of it and pushes his sheets down past his knees. Leander palms himself through his shorts and a soft whine escapes his lips. His eyes are full-blown with lust as he rakes his other hand through his ginger hair. He’s really doing this in his dorm? Without thinking it through any further, Leander shoves his hand down his shorts and grasps the base of his cock, squeezing it tightly. His tip is leaking pre-cum already before he even begins to move and he thinks back to what got him this worked up - he was dreaming of you playing with his hair and nibbling on his ear. He hadn’t even gotten to the best part before Garreth had woken him up, so Leander had no visual imagery to go on other than your face which he saw day in and day out. Immediately upon thinking about you, Leander found his hand moving rapidly along his shaft. His eyes squeeze shut and he bites his bottom lip harshly to stop the loud moan threatening to escape his lips. God he was imagining you on your knees for him, warm mouth around his cock as he thrusts into your face violently. He didn’t want to be soft with you right now, he wanted to be rough. The thought of dominating you had taken over Leander completely and soon, he was cumming over his stomach with a loud moan. He breathes heavily as he opens his eyes, face flushed red from the orgasm when suddenly there’s a knock at the boys dorm. “Can I come in now?” It was Garreth again. Leander rolled his eyes and covered himself up before answering and turning over to go back to sleep for just a few more minutes.

[5sospenguinqueen]

Leander: Does MC always run headlong into certain death?

Sebastian: Sometimes she walks, sometimes she shuffles, periodically she ambles.

Garreth: Once, I'm pretty sure I saw her do a little dance into certain death.

[itissarah]

*MC, Sebastian, and Garreth in Potion Class*

Garreth: MC, uhm… You have something on your butt…

MC: *checks* No, I don’t?

Sebastian: *checks too* No Garreth, she doesn't.

Garreth: Uhm… Yes you do actually.

MC: What is it then?

Garreth: My eyes!

Sebastian: *angrily starts climbing over the Potion Station towards Garreth* LISTEN HERE YOU LITTLE SHIT!

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