#garreth x mc

[slytherinsprincesss]

Garreth: If you had to pick any friend to punch in the face but y-

MC: Sebastian

Garreth: What? I didn’t even finish. Don’t you want to know what the prize was?

MC: Nah, punching Sebastian is a reward in itself.

Sebastian (from across the room): You know I never back down from a fight MC.

MC (without even looking up in Sebastian’s direction) : I’ll gladly knock you on your ass in front of everyone again.

**I promise they love each other.**

[starrysallow]

"You must be a bludger because you knock me out" || Garreth can GET IT IDC IM GOING FERAL ||

[wedonthaveawhile]

When she says my name.

Garreth Weasley x F!MC (18+)

Garreth finds himself entangled with the heroine of Hogwarts. As their encounters become habit, they devolve into a game of power dynamics and possession.

Warnings: Explicit sexual content, possesive!Garreth, dominant!Garrreth, public sex, dirty talk, aged-up characters, unrequited love, pining.

AO3 // Word count: 3k

Garreth picked at the splintered wood on his broom from a recent tussle with a bludger, scanning the courtyard intermittently for any trace of his Quidditch team. Their head of house had recently delivered a stern criticism about their hero complex. Apparently, each member was too focused on personal glory, neglecting the importance of working as a cohesive team.

He eventually detected a figure on a broom, although quickly realised they displayed a level of nimble grace far beyond what he'd expect from one of his lumbering teammates. Hogwarts' resident hero was evidently making a return from one of her mysterious outings.

His eyes swept the courtyard again, a scattering of students strolled across the well-kempt grass, a handful basked in the sun near the fountain, but none he recognised. Thinking about it, Garreth wondered whether he should hang around for this team-building training. It was probably wise, considering he was not only the captain but also the one who had organised the whole thing. However, they were running late, and he had spotted far more appealing company.

Before he could put much more thought into it, he swung his leg over his broomstick and began to silently trail the unsuspecting witch.

He couldn't quite pinpoint when he started noticing her disappearances. He assumed he just hadn't been paying much attention to her whereabouts prior to her inquiry regarding his more 'unobtainable' potions. His tactics hadn't evolved significantly since fifth-year when he’d charmed the newcomer into pilfering Sharp's office for supplies, but he had become far more adept at sneaking around for rare ingredients.

He agreed to assist in whatever scheme she was cooking up, on the condition she helped him obtain the key component. Partly for the benefits of having someone on the lookout for wandering faculty, but mostly because the beloved heroine of Hogwarts could do no wrong. If their covert operation were to be exposed, her involvement would mean the detention time his aunt dished out would be significantly reduced.

They needed snakeweed, which he was fairly certain was cultivated and harvested in the greenhouse. However, Professor Garlick was extremely protective of her plants, requiring their thieving to be done after curfew.

Moonlight wiggled through the twisted tendrils of the countless plants scattered throughout the greenhouse as they dispelled their disillusionment charm and got to work.

"What do you reckon all of this is?" The witch gestured towards a dense blanket covering the harvesting bench, a few neatly folded sheets at one end made it appear like some kind of makeshift bed.

"Perhaps the rumours about Garlick and Kogawa are true. Maybe we've stumbled upon their secret little sex den.” Garreth turned around and playfully wiggled his eyebrows, narrowly avoiding stumbling into a venomous tentacula lurking in the shadows.

She pulled back the cover, unveiling a project in progress—mallowsweet leaves neatly laid out, drying between the two blankets.

"You need to get your mind out of the gutter,” she scoffed, laying the covering back over the golden foliage. “Or you need to get laid.”

"It was a logical assumption," he argued, crouching beneath a table, casting a dim lumos across a collection of small plant pots. "The height of these tables are just right for it."

"Should I ask how you know that?"

She lifted herself onto the table as if testing the height for herself. Garreth smirked as he shifted the pots around with flicks of his wand.

"I’m a warm-blooded male, I'd say I'm an expert in these things."

Spotting a small propagation of snakeweed, he cast a glance over his shoulder to make sure she was keeping a watchful eye on the door. She wasn't. She was perched primly on the edge of the table, legs pressed together from knees to toes.

His eyes roamed across her body, and he realised he had never really had the opportunity to thoroughly check her out. She was like forbidden fruit, always flanked by her two Slytherin gatekeepers. It's not that he hadn't noticed she was attractive, she certainly was. Her feminine figure hinted at subtle signs of muscle earned from days spent sprinting around the castle.

His lusty gaze travelled up to her face, only to discover she had been watching him the entire time. Suppressing the flicker of embarrassment, he instead leaned into his Gryffindor bravery. He grabbed the small pot and approached her, his hips meeting her knees with an intentional bump.

"As promised," he presented her with the delicate plant, his fingers brushing against hers as he handed it over.

"That was easy," she raised the pot to catch the moonlight. Her eyes shifted from the plant to him, and her pupils bloomed. "You've earned yourself a returning customer."

"Splendid," he grinned, wondering whether this meant more after-hour hangouts, a thought that kindled his overactive imagination. "The first one's on the house, the rest might come with a price tag."

“I suppose I’ll have to start saving then. What's your price?”

“Well, I wouldn’t want to make demands beyond your means,” he backtracked, worried she might think he was being serious. “Wouldn’t want to scare off my favourite customer.”

"Snagged the title of the favourite customer without parting with a single penny?” She chuckled lightly, scraping her teeth across her lower lip, “Business must be crawling."

"I prioritise quality over quantity," his eyebrow quirked as he studied her face, purposefully lingering a beat too long on her lips before flitting back to her eyes. "Now, what assets do you bring to the trading table?"

"Let me think," she reclined on her palms. "What do I bring to this specific table..." she emphasised each word with a tap of her nails against the wood, "that a warm-blooded male might find tempting?"

Heat surged through his body, and he began to regret pressing himself up against her legs, there was no way she couldn’t feel his enthusiasm swell against her knees.

“Did I mention it’s one for the price of two?”

She laughed, the sugar-sweet sound tickling his brain and the movement of her body causing her legs to part slightly.

“See, what did I tell you?" he pushed his palms against the table on either side of her thighs as he slotted himself between them. "Perfect height."

"I took your word for it. After all, you're the expert." She gave his tie a tug before running the fabric through her fingers. “Well, so you say...”

"Correct," he answered simply, because the only other words rattling around in his head was an offer to sit on his face, and he was trying really hard to play it cool.

She cocked her head to the side, “Are you going to verify that claim?”

You would have thought they were time-fated lovers, not classroom acquaintances. She had been right. He needed to get laid, and she needed some stress relief. It didn't take long before her skirt was hiked up around her waist and he was showcasing just how perfect the height of the table was. He assured her the greenhouse was soundproof due to the mandrakes, though he wasn't entirely sure if that was true. Frankly, he didn't care. Her unrestrained moaning, nails scraping across the wooden table, heels digging into his back to pull him in deeper—it made a lifetime of detention feel like a minor nuisance.

The saying goes, once is a mistake and twice is a habit, but Garreth wondered when it tipped into addiction. Whenever she was stressed—and fortunately for him, that was often—he found himself happily yanked by his tie into the nearest broom cupboard, beneath the Quidditch stands before one of his matches, by the edge of the lake under a disillusionment charm...

Maybe this time, on the balcony of the highest tower?

That's where she gracefully dismounted her broom. He followed suit, touching down behind her without a sound. Her jumper was splattered with mud down one arm, but for the most part, she was reasonably unscathed which was a rarity. She tugged it over her head to clean it with a quick charm, and he realised the stain bore a suspicious resemblance to a troll's handprint.

He knew she could handle herself, she’d been doing so for almost two years without his observations. Nevertheless, he realised he’d begun to worry about her when she was away.

He cleared his throat.

She whirled around with startled eyes and he muffled her gasp with a kiss. She squirmed for a few seconds, but her resistance crumbled as his thumbs glided up her neck, tracing delicate patterns under her ears.

He wasn't certain if she was doing the pulling or if he was doing the pushing, but somehow her back ended up crashing against the wall. Her fingers wove through his hair as his lips tore from hers and latched onto the sensitive skin of her throat.

“You scared the shit out of me,” she landed a weak thump on his bicep.

"You look like you lost a fight with a swamp," he mumbled against her skin, his hands wandering down to her hips.

"I'll have you know, I beat that swamp fair and square."

A ghost of a laugh dispersed across her neck, "I like the thought of watching you mud-wrestle. Let me come with you next time."

“Or you could come in me now?”

It was an obvious deflection tactic, but he gladly took the bait. His kisses grew forceful as he began to nip at her exposed skin.

“You better not be leaving marks, Weasley.”

He grumbled in protest against the light pink blotch he had begun to work into her throat. Something in the primal recesses of his mind itched to brand her. He wanted his lips stained on her skin, regardless of wherever or whoever she was with when she was gone.

"What if they're out of sight?" His fingers danced against her neck as he worked on undoing her tie, it fluttered to the ground before he finished asking for permission.

She withdrew her wand and uttered the incantation for a protective charm to shield their misdeeds from any potential spectators. He took that as consent, leaving a trail of wet kisses down her chest as he unbuttoned her shirt.

"Where have you been?" he probed before his teeth dug into the plump flesh above her breasts. It had been nearly nine days since their last encounter, easily their longest dry spell in the two months since their greenhouse tryst.

"None of your business," She hooked her fingers into his trousers to pull him closer, trying to find some friction.

"I want it to be.”

"Tough shit, Weasley,” her voice faltered as he hiked her skirt up around her waist.

“Garreth,” he reprimanded.

She only called him by his first name when they were fucking. He was certain she’d been deliberately conditioning him with it. If he teased her too vigorously in class all she had to do was say, "Shut it, Garreth," and he'd have to discreetly conceal his excitement for the next ten minutes. She made him dumb, plain and simple.

"You'll have to earn that," she purred, licking a trail along his neck that made his gut twist taut.

He scooped her up, spinning her around until she perched on the balcony's banister. A yelp escaped her as she teetered on the concrete edge, arms instinctively wrapping around his neck.

“I want to feel this tomorrow,” she popped open his buttons to speed up the process, “Please?"

“I've got you," he assured, feeling her pulse thunder against his chest as he positioned himself between her thighs. One hand supported her back, while the other fumbled to unclasp his belt.

It was difficult to recall how he'd ever got aroused before she came along. The way she demanded and begged all at once sent his brain spinning. "Say please again," he whispered, nipping her lower lip as he moved her soaked underwear to the side and positioned himself at her entrance. "I like it when you ask nicely."

"Pretty please?" she simpered before kissing him, her tongue eagerly seeking his.

He swallowed her moan as he pushed himself into her, she felt better than he remembered. Tight, hot, and quivering as he gave her everything he had. He loosely wrapped his fingers around her throat, and she whined against his mouth, her head tilting back as her eyes fluttered shut. He tightened his grip, her own hands scrambling at his waist to encourage him deeper.

He pulled her close by the small of her back with one arm, maintaining his grip on her neck with the other, aligning her to accommodate all of him. With each thrust, she bit down on the flesh of his shoulder as he bottomed out.

So, it was fine when she left a mark. He'd certainly remember that.

“You feel so fucking good, Garreth-”

A fractured cry fell from her lips as he pounded into her because his name had floated off her tongue like a prayer, causing something inside him to shatter, like it always did. Defining the constantly shifting dynamic between them was impossible, but it was addicting - He always found himself craving a little more than what he was getting.

“Who do you belong to?”

Garreth threaded his fingers into the hair at the nape of her neck, tugging her head up to look him in the eyes. She regarded him with a dizzy stare but remained silent. He began to slow down, and she instinctively bucked her hips to maintain some friction as her building orgasm began to ebb away.

“I said, who do you belong to?”

She wasn't his, they were both aware of that. This was never more than a matter of convenient timing and a means of stress relief. Nonetheless, he took pleasure in the hold he had over the most formidable witch of their generation. The witch with unwavering principles and determination. The witch who never faltered in her beliefs. The witch who was currently lying through her teeth for the pleasure of coming undone on his cock.

“You,” she whimpered, “Please, Garreth. Don’t stop, please.”

He didn't know if it was the way she was begging or the frantic desperation of her hips grinding against his, but he was teetering on the edge of his breaking point. He bit down hard on his lip, struggling to hold himself together long enough for her to reach the finish line.

"Chin up," he demanded, his breath coming in ragged pants as he reached one hand between them, rubbing a lopsided circle around her clit. “You look at me when you come."

He groaned through clenched teeth as his words caused her to instantly tighten around him, and that beautiful, hazy look fell over her face. She pulled him in by his collar, kissing him so hard it carved itself onto his brain and he released nine days of pent-up desire. He rolled his hips against hers as they both rode it out, briefly forgetting he should be gentle considering she was perched on the edge of a several hundred-foot drop.

He had believed there was nothing better than watching her unravel in his arms before seeking his own release, but he was wrong. Feeling her orgasm spasming over his shaft as he filled her up damn near killed him.

He fastened his trousers and helped her down from the stone balustrade. She smoothed down her skirt, trying to hide the fact that she was wobbling. He hoped his performance had met her expectations and he’d still be making her legs tremble tomorrow.

He peppered kisses across the blemishes he'd left on her breasts as he fastened the buttons of her shirt, trailing up to nip at the delicate spot on her neck just beneath her ear, the spot only he knew about, the spot that made her head tilt back and her vision fill with stars. He whispered an "Accio" against her skin, summoning a tie from the ground. He secured it around her throat with a playful tug before pulling her jumper over her head.

“You have to go?” he murmured between kisses, finding it bothered him less when he asked rather than when she told him.

Her chest heaved as she sighed, planting a lingering kiss on his lips before bending down to gather her things. “I have a study group. You’re welcome to join?”

He gave her a foggy smile and shook his head lightly. “I have some Quidditch thing I’m late for.”

“Alright, well…” She cast a fleeting glance at her abandoned broom on the floor. They hadn’t quite mastered the art of goodbyes yet. “Later, Weasley.”

“See you later,” he offered her a half-hearted wave, hoping she wouldn't make him wait another nine days before flying into his line of sight again.

As he watched her leave, he found himself wondering what impulse had led him to fasten his Gryffindor tie around her neck. There was the undeniable hope her irritation at his bold act would result in some passionate hate sex, but it ran deeper than that. It felt territorial. He’d been growing increasingly irritated with Sallow's lecherous stare and Gaunt's persistent attempts to cater to her every whim. They seemed to believe they held a Slytherin monopoly on her affections, all due to some unspoken event that happened over two years ago. Garreth understood her on a deeper level. She wanted someone who wouldn't procrastinate for two years, someone capable of making her scream on a greenhouse bench at two in the morning. He had a claim too, a far more substantial one.

[5sospenguinqueen]

Garreth: I totally failed the DADA exam.

MC: How did you manage that?

Garreth: Well, one of the questions was "In the event of an Acromantula attack, what steps would you take?"

Garreth: Apparently, "fucking large ones”, was the wrong answer.

[darch7995]

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➻ 𝐌𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐞… ♀

➻ 𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐛𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐩𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐬, 𝐅𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 ♀

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➻ 𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐝 𝐑𝐢𝐝𝐞 » ᴘᴀʀᴛ 2 ♂ ✑ 𝑐𝑜𝑙𝑙𝑎𝑏 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ @thenerdykneazle

➻ 𝐀𝐦 𝐈 𝐑𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭? ♀

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[slytherinsallows]

4 heads are better than 3…

Mc X Sebastian X Ominis X Garreth smut

Summary: Mc just can’t decide between her 3 situationships so decides to test them all out again… at once 🌶️🌶️🌶️ 18+!! Characters are aged up, minors dni!

A/N: So over on my tt acc I made an ai audio series on how Sebastian, Garreth, Ominis and Mc come to be in a poly relationship together, and I thought I’d write some smut leading up to that. This is my first ever smut fic so bear with me 😭 but I hope you enjoy and lmk your thoughts or any other ideas you have I could write ;)

The last few nights had been… well, frustrating for Mc. Each night, as if on queue, she’d wake up, panties soaked through with her wetness, and head in a frenzy of dirty thoughts and confusion. It didn’t help that she had already felt what all of them felt like, pulsing inside of her walls… but the more she dreamt, the more holes she craved to be filled, and she couldn’t ignore it any longer…

She knew she had to talk to the boys to explain her frustrations… but she feared they’d never be up for it, at least not all three of them on her at once? She sighed, tossing and turning in her bed, trying to get back off to sleep, wondering which boy would take which hole of hers in the next dream, a nightly dilemma. Would they fight over who gets to use which hole? She imagined all of them deep inside her, upset this was a dream, not reality. It was agonising.

The next morning at breakfast, she sat down on the Slytherin table, next to Ominis and Sebastian, the same as any usual day. Sebastian immediately noticed her change in demeanour, his smile creeping into a smirk. “Did you forget to put your skirt on today, dear?” He chuckled, eliciting a surprised gasp from her and Ominis. “W-what the hell do you mean, Sallow? I’m-“ she looked down at her thighs, her skirt was there, but definitely A LOT higher than usual… had she done this subconsciously due to her deliriously horny state? She immediately blushed and scrambled to pull it down, so it would at least cover her, already slightly wet, panties.

Ominis cleared his throat. “If it makes you feel any better dear, you know I saw nothing” his lips curved into a warm smile, one that could melt even the most frozen of hearts. “Thank you ominis…” she smiled back at the boy, before turning and glaring at Sebastian.

“What! It wouldn’t be the first time you forgot your clothes in front of me” He teased her.

“It’s 9 in the morning, Sebastian. We’re trying to eat.” Ominis rolled his blind eyes.

“I overslept… so I got ready in a rush, nothing more” she assured Seb, playfully swatting him with the mornings daily prophet. “Oh of course…”

“Anyway..” Mc went on, squirming slightly as she felt the heat inside of her rising looking at the two boys. They always looked so effortlessly handsome, and it really wasn’t helping her… situation. She cradled her cup of orange juice as she decided to bite the bullet. “So I heard the three broomsticks are having like an event on tonight, I might invite Garreth too, if you want to come?” She explained.

Before either boy could reply, Garreth came up behind her, “I heard my name?” He chuckled, perching on the seat next to mc, earning a disapproved look from the rest of the slytherins on the table.

“Oh garreth! I was just saying we should all go to the three broomsticks tonight! They’ve got a thing on, It looks like a lot of…fun” she struggled to get the last word out as she felt a swarm of butterflies gather inside of her stomach, knowing all the boys were looking at her. This was the only thing she could think of on the spot to get them all in one place with no questions asked… and then she could propose the question.

“Sounds good, I’m in” Sebastian said, muffled slightly with a mouthful of toast. Ominis looked in Sebastian’s direction, a look of distaste at his mannerism. “Mhm… me too.”

“Then I’m going too!” Garreth beamed, in his usual excitable nature. Mc’s heart raced as they all agreed, preparing herself for the night ahead…

The evening rolled around fast, and the event itself was a lot of fun, Sebastian and Garreth arguing over the quiz answers while Mc laughed at them and Ominis tutted at their boyishness. They were all slightly tipsy, having maybe one butter beer too many to be completely sober. As the event finished and they were walking back to the castle, she braced herself for the question she gathered them all up for in the first place.

“Hey Mc… you keep going on about this ‘room of requirement’ business but we’ve never actually seen it, I think it’s about time you showed us your little secret room” Garreth winked.

“Bet it’s a sex room. That’s why she hasn’t showed us, you naughty little minx” Sebastian teased her, brushing his hand against her waist. She took this as the perfect opportunity.

“Oh yeah definitely” she rolled her eyes. “But by all means you should all come…in” she gulped.

The boys followed her in to the ror, amazed at how nice it was in there. “Fuck mc…the size of that bed all of us could shag you” Sebastian teased, jokingly.

Her cheeks lit up a fiery red. “Well.. this might’ve been the reason I wanted you all with me tonight.

The three boys jaws dropped at her words, expecting anything but that to come out. “I’m sorry dear, I think I misheard you… you want all three of us… at once?” Ominis questioned, tilting his head to the side.

“Y-yes… I can’t stop thinking about you three, and it’s agonising! You all tease me in different ways and at this point I’m having to change panties like after every class because of how wet you all get me. I just need-“

Before she can even finish her sentence, Sebastian grabs her face and pulls her in. He kisses her hungrily, as if the boy hadn’t been fed in years, groans escaping his lips as he pushes her back onto her bed. “Oh my god” she pants as he pulls away, smirking at her, motioning for garreth to join in on the fun. She rips off Garreths tie and jacket, craving to feel every inch of his chest and back as he kissed her deeply, their tongues sliding against each other frantically. Ominis was lost in all of this, despite his lack of sight, the sounds were just too much for him and he already had a visible bulge forming as he crept onto the bed. “Let me have a go with her” he demanded softly, the other two boys moving aside while pawing at their aroused members through the fabric.

Ominis caressed her face as his lips met hers, his member only growing bigger and harder as he kissed her passionately. “Fuck my angel…I wanna touch every inch of you” he groaned, earning a rapid nod from Mc.

“We need to do something about all these clothes though first, don’t we?” He smirked, skilfully undoing the buttons on her blouse while kissing up and down her neck, her legs trembling already from the action.

“Let me help” Sebastian offered, positioning his face between her thighs and kissing up them slowly, stopping every now and then to suck on them, making sure to leave hickeys as his possessive side started to unveil itself. He tugged off her pitiful excuse for a skirt, tutting as he did so.

“You’re so pathetic my love, it was obvious you wanted this from the start, teasing us wearing these invisible skirts” he said before returning to work on her thighs.

“Maybe… you should’ve just taken me as punishment then and there” she offered, trying her best to hold back her moans.

“Trust me I’m working on it love” Sebastian growled as he found himself at her panties, which were soaked to the core. “So eager for us aren’t you?” He teased as he circled her core through the fabric, causing her to grab Garreths thigh in her squirming.

“Fuck” Garreth moaned as her hand trailed up to his cock, which was threatening to burst out of his clothes at this point. Mc notices this before turning to stroke it softly, feeling it pulse through the farbic. “Garreth…” she looked up at him innocently.

“Yes… fuck mc”

“I want to suck it” she groaned in frustration at how it was still hidden from her, pouting at the redhead. Garreth smiled before removing his trousers, leaving Mc to take it from there. There was a little wet patch of pre cum already staining his boxers. Mc watches in awe, for a moment ignoring the other two boys’ actions, greedily pulling them down as his member springs out from them. It was big, probably around 7 inches and super thick. She circles the head with her tongue, as if she was savouring the taste of a lollipop. Garreth tilts his head back in pleasure as she attempts to take in more and more of him. She was so desperate, she needed them…

“Looks like you’re having fun Mc…” Sebastian chuckled as he looked up. Before she could acknowledge his words, he grabbed her waist, forcing her onto her hands and knees, whilst ominis was still under her kissing her erect nipples. He pushed one finger into her folds, earning him a cry of pleasure. “Fuckkk you’re desperate for these to be filled aren’t you” he moaned to himself, examining his soaking wet finger. Mc nodded eagerly, her mouth still latched onto Garreths cock, which had taken to thrusting into her mouth.

“How would you like this hole stretched out for a change?” He enquired as he slapped her ass, tracing along her pink hole. “Yes. I need you Sebastian” she gagged, her head still bobbing on Garreths cock. As Sebastian started massaging her ready for his length , she turned to Ominis who had been quietly working kisses all over her body.

She felt his cock throbbing underneath her and she wanted to hop on it so badly. She grinded on Ominis, causing his face to flush pink. “Are you gonna ride me like a good girl, my darling?” Ominis smiled, positioning her hips so that her pussy was hovering above his cock, but Sebastian still has access to her other hole. “I need it Omi!” she almost screamed out, using her free hand to rub circles on her clit.

Ominis pushed her hips down onto his member, listening to her moans of pleasure as if it were music as she sat down properly on it. “You’re so big” she cried out as Ominis started to buck his hips up, thrusting his large member deeper inside of her walls. “And you’re so fucking tight” he growled, unleashing a side to himself she’d rarely get to see, but all the while she loved it.

“Are you ready for another cock my love” Sebastian smirked as he watched his best friend fuck her, and it only made him hornier. Mc nodded frantically, not even noticing that her other hole was heavily loosened from Seb’s work. Seb slowly pushed himself in, throwing his head back in ecstasy from how delicious she felt. Something clicked within Mc then, the realisation that all three of the men’s cocks were inside of her, filling her up to the brim. She felt like she could burst but in the best possible way…

Once she got used to the new sensation and Sebastian was happily humping away at her pink hole, she turned her attention back to garreth who was eagerly face fucking her. “Mc… I think I’m close….” he breathed as his cock reached the back of her throat. As he shot his load into her delicate mouth she moaned loudly, some dribbling out down her lips and dripping onto her breasts. The sensation of Garreths warm cum shooting down her throat alone was enough to tip her over the edge, she gripped the bed sheets as Ominis tried to steady himself as her walls gripped tightly around his member. Tears spilled out of her eyes as she rode out her high, dying for the feeling of her walls gripping around Ominis and Sebastians cocks, which were still pumping deep inside of her holes.

“That was… fuck” she breathed, the cum still dribbling down her chin as she looked back at them. That image of her, her perfect ass bouncing with every thrust, Garreths cum all over her face, her pussy wrapped around Ominis’ cock sent Sebastian over the edge next. He collapsed over her as he came, shooting his hot seed into the dead end of her hole. He rest his head on her shoulder, panting and satisfied. Ominis groaned at the sight, gripping her hips and using her as his little toy. “I’m gonna cum in you Mc…” but before he could even think about pulling out of her walls he tipped over the edge and released inside of her, Mc biting down on his neck as she felt the warmth from all the boys cum circulating inside of her.

“Oh my god” she cried as Ominis came down from his high, finally feeling that certain type of pleasure she had been chasing for weeks now. “I’m so sorry Mc…” Ominis whispered as he came back around, lifting her off his cock gently. “No ominis, it’s okay” she giggled, ”I needed that… fuck… and we’ll be fine, I’m on the pill” she smiled at his concern for her. “Oh good…god” Ominis fell back, his cock still pulsating from all the arousal.

Sebastian slowly pulled out of her, smirking slightly. “In that case…” he trailed off before pumping two of his fingers into her pussy, shoving Ominis’ seed deeper into her womb. “S-seb” she moaned from the overstimulation. Garreth already felt himself getting hard against watching the sight, touching himself as he did. “You like that don’t you…you little slut” Sebastian growled into her ear. “You love being used by all of us like the little whore that you are hm?”

Mc was in heaven right now, unable to fully listen to Sebastian’s degrading speech. She nodded, moaning as Ominis seed spilled deeper and deeper. She came again around Sebastian’s slick fingers, gripping his messy brown hair as she did. Sebastian pulled them out, “like I said… you’re our little whore” he kissed her temple before sucking her wetness of his fingers.

She collapsed on Ominis chest, her body still trembling from the extreme pleasure they had given her.

“Round two anyone?”

[frenziedfireworks]

Sick

The HL boys reacting to their partner being sick!

(Garreth, Ominis, Sebastian)

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Garreth :

Garreth will make you as many potions as possible to help reduce symptoms/attempt to get you better. If you’re skeptical of them then he will try and find other ways!!

He asks Natty to help with soup or small things to keep you entertained while in bed. Books, little puzzles he creates, and stuffed animals.

“Babe you look terrible. I’m here to share my beauty.” (smack him)

He won’t mind cuddling and entertaining you with stories while you rest as well <3

You had stayed in bed for most of the day, hoping for the stupid cold you caught to go away. Much to your dismay, it did not. In fact, it only got worse. Your nose was stuffy and it felt like there were cats clawing at your throat at every swallow. 

“Babe? Are you good?” You heard a knock on your door and you jumped.

“Garreth?” You questioned as you waved the door open. He stood there grinning until he saw you.

“Oh no. Are you sick?” He ran over, putting his hand against your forehead to check for a fever. His eyes widened.

“You have a terrible fever. I can help with it. Let me make you a few potions and I’ll be back.” 

It wasn’t long before Garreth was back and setting a few vials on the bedside table.

“Here, drink this doll.” He put the liquid up to your lips and you drank. It helped almost instantly with your sore throat and you moaned.

“Feels a bit better huh? Got one more for you.” Garreth grinned at your bliss and fed you another strange potion. Almost instantly your sinuses cleared and you felt sleepy.

“This is so good. Thanks babe.” You murmured. The ginger just smiled and left a loving kiss on your head before getting up.

“Anytime baby. Get some rest and I’ll come check up on you later.”

Ominis :

He’s worried at first and then realizes you’ve just caught a cold. 

He makes sure to give you your space and makes you tea. He also goes out of his way to get medicines or herbs that will help!

“Here you are dear. Just rest.” As he places a blanket on you and pats you. Wholesome king.

Sebastian and Ominis were seated in the halls talking when an owl dropped a quick note. Ominis opened it quickly and used his wand to help him decipher the words. His eyebrows pinched together and he sighed.

“What’s wrong?” Sebastian asked and the boy shook his head.

“Y/N is sick and in the hospital wing. I am going to go check on them.” Ominis told his friend and he nodded.

“Tell Y/N I hope they feel better. I’ll see you later.” Sebastian went on his way as Ominis strolled down the halls. Eventually the hospital’s door opened and your eyes slowly moved to see him.

“Omi.” You groaned from your bed and he followed your voice. His hand reached out and you took it in yours.

“Darling are you alright? Are they helping you?” Ominis asked with worry. 

“Don’t worry Ominis. They gave me some medicine and it’s helped to stop most of the symptoms for now. I shouldn’t be this sick for long. I just wanted to make sure you knew I wasn’t ditching you.” You breathed out and he nodded along. He gave your hand a quick squeeze and pulled the covers over you a bit more.

“Thank you for telling me. Just rest up and you’ll be better in no time, love.” 

Sebastian :

He worries too much.. a little too much. 

“Oh my god how did I not notice. Don’t worry I won’t let you die.” “Sebastian, it's a cold.” “You never know babe.”

He’s surprisingly good at keeping track of medicine and helping you to eat. He does anything and everything so you don’t move a muscle.

He does not care about getting sick himself and will lay with you all day if you’d let him. He wants to make sure you’re okay and taken care of at all times.

You had come down with a bad cold and not gone down for breakfast. You knew your boyfriend would already be scouting around looking for why you had ditched them. You let out a cough as you heard the door to your dorm open.

“Sebastian? How did you get in here?” You croaked as the boy ran over to your bedside.

“Merlin’s beard! Y/N you’re sick!” Sebastian breathed out and looked around. “Don’t worry baby I won’t let you die. Not on my watch.” The boy went around the room fetching tissues and some medicine thrown around. Your heart fluttered at the care and he sat down next to you. 

“It’s just a cold Sebastian.” 

“Yes and next it could be pneumonia or something! Don’t worry, I’ll make sure to nurse you back to health.” He grimaced as he read at the cold medicines instructions. You decided not to say anything, knowing that he was worrying so much because of his past with Anne. It couldn’t hurt to let the boy fawn over you anyways.

“Okay Doctor Sallow.” You teased and then turned to cough again. You hated when you got like this.

“Oh shush. Take this. I’m going to get you some water.” Sebastian paced the room and grabbed at the jug while you swallowed the terrible tasting concoction. He handed you the glass and you drank away, feeling the burning in your throat quell for only a second. Your bed sheets moved and Sebastian laid right beside you.

“Would you like to cuddle?” He whispered and your body relaxed.

“You’ll get sick, Seb.” 

“Nonsense. Come here darling.” Sebastian yanked at your form and laid your head on his chest, fingers rubbing away at your scalp.

“Get some rest. I can’t have my baby being sick.” His lips left a delicate kiss on your temple as you closed your eyes. You were so glad to have him. Even if he was a little over the top.

[lostmyremembrall]

That one outfit...

MC: *attending class with a jack o' lantern* Sebastian: *leans into Ominis* I'll admit, they're beginning to scare me. Garreth: *shouts from the back of the classroom* Hey! Down up front! Can't see shit

Hogwarts Legacy Incorrect Quotes

[lil-renels]

I’ve have been cooking some tasty little Garreth generations for you all.

[pluviowriting]

Her Biggest Fan

Word Count: 3.6k

beater!Garreth Weasley x f!Hufflepuff!seeker!MC

Content Warnings: SMUT, characters aged up, established relationship, language, oral (f!receiving), fingering, unprotected pinv sex(don’t try this at home, use protection), creampie, size kink, praise kink, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, munch Garreth (he needs a warning imo), aftercare

Enjoy this brainworm that was born of a night of me, @marketfreshfics and @ellivenollivander thirsting over men in crop tops <3

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There were few things Garreth Weasley loved more than quidditch. Being able to play again after Headmaster Black banned it fifth year felt like a breath of fresh air. He wasn’t the only student that had been excited at the start of their sixth year. Imelda Reyes had thrown a celebration so rowdy, some students feared that he would cancel the season again to punish them for it. There had been no incidents during sixth year too, which meant he had been able to play his favorite game during his last year too. While Garreth was disappointed that Gryffindor hadn’t made it to the quidditch cup, he wasn't having a bad time in the stands.

He was surrounded by a sea of golden yellow, staring across the pitch at the rival sea of emerald green. His own teammates were beside him and they were all causing a scene cheering for Hufflepuff. Arguably, after him, Natty and Leander were the loudest. He had help from his seeker in making his championship outfit. He wanted to ensure that he was the biggest Hufflepuff fan in the stands, not just MC’s - because the latter was a given. She had helped him transfigure MC’s practice jersey, after stealing it from her dorm that morning with some assistance from Poppy Sweeting, into a slightly loose fitting cropped tee. With summer fast approaching, he had anticipated the weather being warmer, and he was glad he was right. His girlfriend’s house took up the entire front of the crop top, and the back was reserved for her last name. His face lit up as he watched her fly directly in front of where he and his friends sat, flying around the pitch like she had been born on a broom instead of only flying for the last two years.

“Woo! MC!” He cupped his hands around his mouth and hollered after her as loud as he could.

She took a break from hunting for the golden glint of the snitch and looked towards where she heard her boyfriend’s voice come from. She was instantly filled with regret. What was meant to be a quick glance and a wink turned into an ogling session. She was clenching her jaw to keep it from falling all the way to the grass of the pitch as she saw him in her house colors. She had no idea where he had found that shirt, but it fit him perfectly, cutting off an inch or two above his belly button and showing off his toned stomach from his own quidditch workouts. Her eyes trailed down the copper happy trail she was intimately familiar with until she reached the waistband of his pants and she couldn’t see any further. Her eyes moved up, observing his broad chest and his arms. The sleeves were skin tight on his biceps, which seemed to bulge even when he wasn’t trying.

‘Godsdamned beater arms,’ she internally cursed, but her eyes were still stuck on him and moving upwards until she caught his face.

Her eyes found her favorite shade of green and realized she had been caught staring instead of playing her game. Her boyfriend winked at her before turning to show her his back. That was when it clicked what he was wearing and she knew she was going to either kill or worship Natsai Onai later for nicking it from her dorm. Seeing her last name across his broad back made her debate abandoning the game and taking her boyfriend into the prep tent and casting a muffling charm, but thankfully Amit’s broadcasted voice finally snapped her out of her daze.

“It looks like Reyes has spotted the snitch and she’s making a break towards it!”

Her eyes grew wide and she whipped around, looking for Imelda and hoping to catch a glimpse of gold as she headed that way. As she flew away, she once again heard her name and she pushed just a little harder. Thankfully, with the practice she had and the upgrades from her fifth year, it wasn’t hard to catch up to Imelda, but the Slytherin still had an advantage.

MC still hadn’t spotted the snitch.

Knowing her competition was far too competitive to try and throw her off course when she could see what they were both after, she just stuck to Slytherin’s captain.

It felt like they were soaring through and around the pitch for hours before Imelda finally slowed down.

“What happened Melda? Lose it?” She taunted, a smirk settled on her lips as she tried to catch her breath.

“Go back to eye fucking Weasley. Don’t worry about the snitch, I’ll catch it for you.”

MC just laughed before leaving the Slytherin captain behind. She wasn’t going to find it any faster sitting there and talking trash. As she flew around, using every ounce of self control to not let her gaze drift back to the Hufflepuff side of the stands for longer than it took for her to try and find a glint of gold against the yellow, she could still hear Garreth’s voice no matter where she was. Even next to the Slytherin stands, she could hear him over the jeers from the field of green and silver.

Then, there it was. The golden snitch.

MC didn’t even spare a glance at Imelda as she gave chase to the tiny flying ball. She heard Amit announce that she had found it this time and she knew that if Imelda hadn’t spotted it earlier, she’d be on her tail soon enough.

“Come on, you bastard,” she huffed, trying to will her broom to move faster.

She didn’t let up as she realized she was gaining on it, her gaze laser focused. Not wanting to lose her chance, she shot her arm out and almost screamed when she felt her fingers wrap around the cold metal.

The second it registered, she held her closed fist over her head and she diverted her broom to move back towards the center of the pitch.

“MC caught the snitch! Hufflepuff wins the cup!”

The second everyone’s favorite Ravenclaw finished announcing her accomplishment, another voice boomed through the open air.

“That’s my girl! That’s my fucking girl!”

MC laughed, immediately swarmed by her teammates as they all landed, but her eyes never left the stands. She blew a kiss up towards where she knew Garreth was sitting before she let herself get swallowed up by the excitement.

~~~~~

Leaving the team tent, still on a high, she intended to look for Garreth. She didn’t have to look far, and really she didn’t have to look at all. The moment he saw her leave the tent, his arms were wrapped around her waist and he lifted her off the ground in his embrace.

“There she is! The hero of Hufflepuff!”

MC laughed, her face buried in his neck. “You are a terror. I could hear you over the Slytherins.”

“Just means that I’m doing my job as your personal cheerleader.”

He set her down with a wink, leaning down to press his lips to hers in a tender kiss. She reciprocated, her touch just as sweet as his. Her hands moved from his shoulders down to his exposed sides and her thumbs started rubbing circles into his skin.

“I see that. You’ve got the uniform and everything, sneaky boy.” She hummed as she moved her lips to his neck, still dragging her fingers across his bare skin. “I could really go for a bath. It would be a terrible, terrible shame if I broke into the prefect bathroom alone while everyone else was celebrating my victory...”

“Well, I’m sure you’re exhausted from all that flying. Perhaps I should accompany you. To make sure the stairs don’t give you any trouble.” Garreth taunted her right back, gently squeezing her hips. “Come along, champion.”

~~~~~

The second the bathroom door closed behind them, MC cast a locking charm and turned her attention to Garreth. Her lips were on his in an instant, this kiss needier than the one he had graced her with when they reunited after the game.

“I cannot believe,” she huffed, pulling back slightly to start ridding herself of her quidditch uniform, “you turned my practice jersey into something so revealing…”

“My only regret is almost costing you the game. I didn’t realize you’d have such a…reaction.”

Garreth’s eyes dipped from her face to her bare breasts as she managed to get them free from the confines of her clothes. He truly thought she was the most gorgeous witch he had ever seen. He backed her up against the wall, kissing his way down her neck until he took one of her nipples in his mouth. He hummed at the taste of her skin, his gaze flicking up to her face as he kissed across her chest to make sure her other breast got the same attention. Satisfied with his work, he kissed his way down MC’s torso and left a trail of pale marks in his wake. Settling on his knees, he pulled back slightly to look up at the woman of his dreams. He didn’t need to look at his hands while removing the rest of her uniform, which allowed him to soak in just how amazing she looked from this angle.

“Merlin, MC. So. Fucking. Pretty. Perfect. Gorgeous.”

Every compliment was punctuated with a kiss to her inner thigh. Once he reached his destination, he spread her with his fingers and moaned at the sight.

“Hello pretty,” he murmured before licking up with the flat of his tongue.

Feeling his tongue moving through her folds and flicking over her clit immediately removed the question of if he was truly talking to her pussy from her mind. A low moan fell from her lips as her hands tangled in his copper hair. Her head dropped back against the wall and she felt him lifting one of her legs to rest over his shoulder. She looked down and almost moaned at the sight. Garreth was looking up at her, his lips were wrapped around her clit and she could feel him alternating between sucking and using his tongue to rub circles. The hottest thing about this angle was seeing that her thigh was practically the size of his shoulder. Quidditch had done wonders for her physique, and she understood the phrase “broom thighs” when she’d look at herself in the mirror. However, if the sport had done wonders for her, it had done miracles for her boyfriend.

Not only did Garreth also develop some of the sturdiest broom thighs MC had seen, but that effect just carried to every other muscle in his body too. Regular practices paired with the growth spurts he had hit the last two years, it constantly felt like he just towered over her. His strength was also a bonus that they enjoyed exploring on the nights they’d spend in the Room of Requirement, tangled in sheets from a conjured bed.

He could see her eyes going unfocused and one corner of his mouth turned up. He sucked her clit with extra force as he pushed two fingers into her. His smirk only grew as it pulled a loud moan from her. His fingers didn’t stop pumping into her as he pulled back.

“There you are, pretty girl. You were going somewhere on me.”

If she wasn’t already flushed from the pleasure coursing through every inch of her body, him calling her out would’ve caused color to flood her cheeks.

“I uh. I wa-as looking at my thigh on your shoulder.”

The Gryffindor chuckled, turning his head to plant a kiss on the thigh she was talking about. He knew MC well enough to be able to conclude what was running through her head.

“Yeah? This pretty thigh? Comparing size are you? So much smaller than me, aren’t you, pretty girl. Can’t toss you around in here but I can do this.”

She gasped as his free hand moved, lifting her other leg and hooking it over his shoulder so she was now sitting on his shoulders against the wall with his face buried in her cunt. Without another word, his mouth found its way back to her clit while he continued to pump his fingers in and out of her aching walls. His free hand settled on her hip, as if he was trying to ensure she didn’t fall.

MC felt her orgasm building, and her grip on her boyfriend’s hair grew impossibly tighter as she tried to push him into her more. Her walls fluttered around his fingers and his pace seemed to pick up, his fingers curling up in search of the spot he knew would make her scream.

“Gare–” She tried to warn him but she was cut off by a loud moan as his fingers found what they were searching for.

“I know, pretty girl. I can feel it. Cum for me. Be a good girl and let me taste you.”

Her moans only grew louder as he pushed her towards her orgasm, and her back arched off the wall as it hit with a cry of his name. Garreth only slowed for a moment, letting MC start to come down from what would be her first orgasm of the day before he ramped back up. He added a third finger and his mouth was working her clit like he had been starved his entire life. 

“Ah~! Garreth!” She was trying to push his head away one second and pulling him closer the next. “‘S too much! Please!”

He chuckled against her, his eyes looking up at her as if he was asking her if it was really too much. Unfortunately - or fortunately, really - Garreth knew her body practically as well as MC did. He knew she could keep going after he pulled one from her, and he’d be damned if he wasn’t ready to drown in her and suffocate between her thighs. It would be a lie to say he wasn’t trying either. After pulling two more orgasms from MC with his tongue and fingers, he slowly lowered her legs back to the ground. The lower half of his face glistened with the arousal he had drawn from her body, and in moments, his aptly named cheerleader outfit was on the ground and he was as bare as she was.

MC’s eyes immediately dropped, taking in the sight that was his hardened cock. She had seen him naked several times at this point, but she always stared at him naked. He somehow looked even bigger without clothes, his muscles on display and accentuating just how pretty his cock was. She knew from experience that it was the perfect size, and that the happy trail she had admired when he was in the stands led to a trimmed patch of copper curls she loved to bury her nose in when she took him down her throat.

There was no warning before he hoisted her up, unceremoniously kicking their clothes towards the edge of the pool sized bath before he submerged the both of them in the warm water. His lips found hers, and she could taste herself when his tongue found its way into her mouth. Recognizing the taste caused her to moan, her hips moving and grinding against his cock, the head catching her clit perfectly.

“So needy, aren’t you, pretty girl? Didn’t I just give you three orgasms and you still need more? What happened to it being too much?”

“Garreth, please.” She whined, pouting her kiss swollen lips at him.

“You know I can’t say no when you look at me like that, baby. Plus, I’m supposed to be rewarding my champion.”

He moved them through the water, turning MC to face away from him. Instead she faced the pile of their clothes at the edge of the tub. She looked back at Garreth with her eyebrows furrowed and he met her gaze with a grin.

“When you eventually hit the point where you can’t hold yourself up anymore, you can rest your head on our clothes.”

She held the edge of the tub, and soon felt her hips get lifted to the point even her tiptoes weren’t touching the bottom. She felt the head of Garreth’s cock drag up and down her slit a couple times before he pushed into her.

“Fuck, MC. Fuckin’ made to take me, weren’t you?”

She moaned at the feeling of her walls stretching to accommodate him, and she only grew louder when he started moving. The water around them splashed up and over the lip of the tub, but both were too lost in each other to truly care. Their moans echoed off the tiles around them, filling the room with the sound of their voices.

One of Garreth’s hands moved down, his fingers rubbing tight circles around MC’s clit. He could feel her walls fluttering around his cock, signaling how close she was.

“Come on, pretty girl. Cum on my cock. You know I want it, give it to me.” He growled in her ear, snapping his hips harder.

She gave him what he wanted moments later, when he pinched the bundle of nerves. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head, and as Garreth had predicted, she fell forward and rested her arms on the edge.

“That’s it. Good girl. My good girl.”

Feeling his own orgasm swiftly approaching, he didn’t alter his pace. His fingers resumed their harsh assault, trying to push her into a fifth orgasm by the time he came.

“Just one more, MC. Wanna feel you milk me when I fill this pretty little cunt. I know you can do it. Unless you want me to pull out…”

She gasped at his threat, frantically shaking her head. “No, please no. Cum in me. Please cum in me.”

Garreth grinned, working the both of them towards a mutual orgasm. Feeling her walls squeezing his cock like a vice and hearing her screaming his name pulled his own orgasm from him. He buried her face in her neck, biting down gently as he groaned. MC whimpered, feeling his cock throbbing with every spurt of cum he filled her with.

Slightly regaining his own senses, Garreth released her neck, gently kissing the mark he had left behind. As he looked at it, he chuckled softly. MC would be able to cast a glamor charm to hide it, but he knew she’d be frustrated he had left something so visible to begin with. He hadn’t meant to, and he was usually very good at keeping any marks to where the two of them would be the only witnesses, but it had been too much this time.

“Merlin, you’re beautiful.” He spoke softly, pressing a kiss between her shoulder blades as he carefully pulled out of her beneath the water.

They both tried to catch their breath before cleaning themselves up, and MC was so spent she was just allowing herself to float amongst the bubbles. Garreth gently pulled her towards the stairs so he could sit and wash her hair for her. Tilting her head back with her chin, to get her hair completely soaked one more time, he settled in. He ensured she was comfortable on his lap before filling one of his palms with shampoo before his nails were scratching against her scalp.

MC practically purred in his lap, even if having to keep her own head upright felt like a task at the moment. She had always loved Garreth playing with her hair, and it was sweet that he’d wash it for her after effectively turning all of her bones to jello.

“I’m so proud of you, MC. Did so fucking brilliant in that game.” He dipped and pressed a kiss to the tip of her nose. “Did so fucking perfect for me too. Always take what I give you so well. Make me feel so good. Make me feel so loved. I love you, pretty girl.”

A tired hum left her lips, which were spreading into a giddy smile. “I love you too, Garreth.”

After soaking and debating whether or not MC really needed to make an appearance at the celebration they were going to be extremely fashionably late to (she did), the Gryffindor was walking around and collecting their clothes. Deciding to take the lazy way, since most of them were already wet, he dunked them into the soapy water and dried them with a charm. He turned his head to say something, and was stopped by the look MC was giving him.

“What? Why are you looking at me like that?”

“That is how you’re deciding our clothes are clean? Need I remind you what’s fucking floating around in this water?”

He raised an eyebrow at her before casting scourgify and raising an eyebrow. “Is that better, your highness? It’s not my fault you needed to jump my bones so badly that neither of us had a chance to figure out other clothes.”

She huffed, rolling her eyes, but she was trying to hide a smile. “Whatever.”

He folded their clothes so they’d sit neatly on one of the shelves before he went to retrieve MC from the still warm water. Her legs were still a little weak, but the more she walked, the easier it was. By the time the two were dried and fully clothed again, she had started walking like normal.

“Hmm. I’ll have to do better tonight if you’re already walking fine. Come on, pretty girl. I’m ready to share you with people for a while.”

She laughed softly, taking his hand as the two snuck back out of the prefect bathroom and down to the party they were missing on the shore of the Black Lake.

[marketfreshfics]

Like Rabbits | Garreth x f!MC

Header image: @newbienewness ✦ 4327 words ✦ NSFW content (MDNI), aged-up characters, unnamed female MC (no use of y/n), alcohol consumption, admission of feelings/slight proposition, masturbation, spanking, p in v, light dom/sub elements ✦ Plot? What plot? This was honest to god just an excuse to write about Garreth in a rabbit costume ✦ Read it below the cut or on AO3

Easter festivities were a rarity at Hogwarts, yet when an opportunity for revelry arose, the seventh-years seized it with unbridled enthusiasm.

For generations, a pact among students governed the hosting duties on such occasions. The house with the fewest points bore the responsibility (and, by consequence, the aftermath) of throwing the celebration. Slytherin, enduring a dismal streak, found themselves reluctantly poised to shoulder the burden once more, the third time not necessarily the charm. As the soon-to-be graduates gathered amidst their diminished house, they sampled the exotic hors d'oeuvres with subdued chatter, their ranks thin and their spirits somewhat subdued, shooing a curious first year who had risen from bed to visit the loo.

You couldn't help but notice the lacklustre effort put forth, evident in the half-hearted swirling of your drink and the telltale lines of boredom etched upon your brow. Natsai, however, who displayed a downright lackadaisical disinterest, was already poised to depart for the evening. "I do think the Slytherins should dedicate more focus to their house standings to avoid committing another crime such as this party."

A soft chuckle escaped your lips in response, prompting an eye-roll from Imelda as she fished a hair from her drink. "Blame Sallow, we’re still recovering from his little bridge stunt."

The memory evoked a ripple of amusement; the viaduct bridge, unimposing as ever one moment, became a terrifying tangle of devil’s snare that multiplied out of control, requiring several days' worth of Confringo to eradicate.

"I’ll let you know I’m still working through detention for that." Sebastian, the culprit in question, shot a wry grin as his classmates riled with snickers, much to his chagrin. "I was only practicing the Geminio charm for Ronen’s assignment! At his recommendation, mind you, I performed it outside on a plant! I swear, Professor Weasley was just trying to-"

"Did someone mention Weasley?"

Heads swivelled towards the echo of an announced arrival from the staircase, and before questions and curiosities could be posted, Garreth Weasley sauntered down the spiral steps wearing a riot of pink cotton with two lapin ears sprouting from his crown. The seventh-years all hollered and laughed at the sight, save for Leander, who appeared wholly unamused by his fellow Gryffindor’s getup. "The bloody hell, Garreth?"

"What?" He grinned at the tall redhead. "Surely we couldn't have a proper Easter festivity without a rabbit present? Where’s the fun in that?"

Leander's jab echoed into the rim of his goblet before he took a sip. "Is that what’s been stuffed under your bedframe for the past month? You look ridiculous."

Undeterred, Garreth opted instead to, well, air his abundance of comfort. "Yes, but I feel incredible. Quite breezy down here, innit?"

Spiked cider sputtered from Sebastian then, dribbling down his chin. "Are you wearing anything under that poacher’s pelt?"

"Isn’t my smile enough for you, Sallow?"

Yet, despite yourself, your curiosity persisted, occasionally wandering to the vicinity of his lap. Heat rose to your cheeks, unrelated to the effects of alcohol, as you observed the subtle jostle there. It was a wager, you thought, with a flush of embarrassment tinting your cheeks, that Garreth Weasley remained, by all accounts, an honest man.

"What even is this fabric?" Natsai protested, pinching the fold of fluff near her housemate’s bicep. "It appears to be rather flammable."

"Now that would provide ample entertainment for the evening." Ominis chimed in nearby, his attention still fixed on his wand-led readings, seemingly uninterested in the fraternization.

"One at a time, darlings." Garreth, the ever-enthusiastic lion, swung a wicker-weave basket to and fro, reminiscent of some fictional harbinger of joy. Nestled within the dried grass padding were several small bottles of firewhisky, a smattering of cauldron cakes, and various other treats from Honeydukes. "I knew the Slytherins were in desperate need of a Pepperup, so I've come to spread the merriment. Snakes enjoy chocolate frogs, don't they?"

"I thought snakes typically ate rabbits," Imelda quipped, raising an eyebrow.

Garreth didn't miss a beat in his response to her jest. "If I were none the wiser, Reyes, I'd wager you'd like to take a hop around my carrot—"

A muttered expletive signalled the departure of the quidditch captain, leaving behind a chorus of laughter.

You found yourself enthusiastically joining in, relishing the unexpected amusement of the evening. As the crowd dispersed, you approached Garreth to select a treat of your own.

"Happy Easter, beautiful." Garreth's voice dipped low, laced with a suggestive tone that he often employed in your company. "Care to take a seat on the Easter bunny's lap and tell me what you want to find in your basket tomorrow morning?"

"That's Santa Claus," you teased in return.

"My mistake."

The flirtations between Garreth and yourself had become somewhat of a tradition throughout your Hogwarts enrollment, though they never progressed beyond playful banter. Here and now, with alcohol’s nack for unbarring inhibitions, the thought of advancing motions with the cheeky Gryffindor didn’t seem like such an unreachable feat.

"You seem rather warm in that outfit," you observed, noting the slight sheen above his brow.

Garreth chuckled. "It's rather steamy in here, indeed. But not to worry, I can… ventilate if needed." Handing you a small package of honeycomb with a coy smirk, he added, "Here, I think you'll enjoy this one."

Before you could inquire further, Garreth was already moving through the lively crowd, intent on distributing more sweets and cheers. With a huff of amusement, you tore into the package of honeycomb, only to notice some writing on the pleat of the wrapper.

'Do you know what rabbits are known for? I think we could do it better. Tell me when you’re ready, and we can hop off for the night.'

The implications hit you like lightning.

Copious procreation.

Flammable or not, your gaze practically burned through the back of Garreth's fluffy pink ensemble as he disappeared into the throng of students.

---

While the evening bled into night, even with the bolstering presence of libations coursing through your veins, the mere idea of approaching Garreth at the night's end had your insides all tangled. Harmless flirtations aside, this was a full-on proposition. What if the request was meant for someone else?

Then again, he’d deliberately dedicated the honeycomb to you…

---

Somewhere between a refilled goblet and the honeycomb wrapper now tucked into your brazier like some love letter from a sweetheart posted overseas, your prior suspicions of Garreth’s costume being rather warm were confirmed. The redhead retracted an arm inside the suit, while the other unzipped the front to his navel, exposing his bare chest as he tied the sleeves around his hips.

At that moment, propriety yielded to fascination, and any pretense of restraint evaporated as you found yourself captivated by the contours of his soft yet sculpted physique. A twinge of envy stirred within you, brought on by the admiring glances of the two Hufflepuff witches directed his way from the sidelines.

Garreth leaned against the wall, a slight trickle of sweat central to his chest, freckles all flushed from alcohol and flirtations, and seeing the wizard looking entirely dishevelled in his buzzed state did something truly wonderful for your inhibitions. Downing the rest of your pep talk, you crossed the common room, approached him near the enchanted piano, and promptly cupped a hand to his ear.

"I’m ready to… hop off, for the night." You whispered, the heat carried with it curling into the shell of cartilage.

"Yeah?" Garreth’s grin settled into a keen sort of coy, and his gaze went all honed-in and confident, leaning into you with some additional insinuations in those glassy greens of his. "Sure you don’t want to linger a bit longer in this charming mildew?"

His stray dig was not lost on Sebastian, who promptly threw Garreth a pointed warning without threat behind it, bopping an ear of his fuzzy getup.

"Settle down, Sallow," Garreth chortled, relieving his cup of its contents before boldly taking your hand. “We know the snakes always host the most splendid of shindigs.”

A chorus of wolf-whistles heralded your departure, along with someone’s award-winning remark about calling Garreth ‘Thumper.’

Down the adjacent hallway you went, past another couple that was long since lip-locked, and the firewhisky fuzz in you sought the very same. At the end of the hallway that connected to the Slytherin dormitories, coincidentally located at the intersection of friendship and something more, you shoved Garreth against the wall and claimed that magical mouth of his with your own.

For all the smart comments, the witty banter, the years of flirtations that stacked the deck and colored your cheeks, Garreth melted against you, a mess of vulnerability and desire. His body responded eagerly, exploring newfound territories with a hunger born of longing. Eventually, his body caught up to the priority of the situation, wrapping both arms around you with eager motions and traveling to all the locations he’d only dreamt of visiting before.

You were moving then—perhaps another student was evicting you from the open area, nudged aptly to ‘get a room’—but at one point or another, between lips, between moans, and those magical, heated renditions of your name, you found yourselves in a vacant dormitory.

"Who’s room is this?" You pondered breathlessly.

Garreth didn’t seem to give two shits as you all but crashed into the bedroom, nearly toppling an oil lamp, sending it teetering on its pegs as you collided with a bedpost. "Don’t know, don't care."

And that conversation promptly died in between your mouths, somewhere in the tangle of your tongues, as Garreth captured your wrists, holding them above your head as he trailed kisses along your throat. Plush, pink lips planted sweet kisses, while the scuff of end-of-day stubble bit friction in their wake.

"Garreth," You murmured with a shallow draw of breath. "You… you fancy me?"

"Oh, we’re well past fancying, love." His tone dipped back into devious territory, the same place where feelings like desire and longing and, goodness, arousal held court. “I’m onto the craving stages of our little tryst, myself. And right now… I need you.”

In response to his confession, your leg instinctively hitched over his hip, eliciting a low groan as he captured his bottom lip between teeth, a rewarding gesture that spoke volumes without a word.

His grip on your wrists was released, instead seeking the supple curve of your thighs, lifting you effortlessly as he carried you toward the nearest bed. Settling you down with a sense of urgency, the mattress dipped with his company, and he enveloped you in his embrace, hungering for more of the kisses that fueled his wet dreams.

Garreth pulled back, settling on his knees above you, a pleased grin playing on his lips as he panted, as if suddenly realizing something, perhaps in response to the whisper of a zipper against his bare chest. "Why aren't you naked yet?"

You laughed, mischief set free as you met his gaze. "Excuse me? What about romance? Shouldn't you be wooing me or, I don’t know, engaging in some foreplay?"

The redhead chewed his lip, and it stretched with eagerness. “Of course. Where are my manners? Though I’m still taking all of your clothes off right now, I’ve waited long enough for my Easter present.”

"You don’t exactly give gifts for Easter."

There wasn’t much room left for protest, however, as Garreth all but tore your skirt from your waist, his expression telling of the countless times he’d imagined doing so, perhaps somewhere into his fist or while soaking in the shower. The billow of linen and cotton was discarded with such haste that you thought he’d taken some unspoken offence to the garment, but then his efforts were being spent on tugging your underwear down. A breath born from an expletive ensured you were plenty wet for the introduction.

Verdant irises were engulfed by pupils blown wide, as Garreth drank in the sight of your sex. "God… my imagination could never."

"Like what you see, do you?" You giggled nervously, knees bent and pressed together in honest reflex.

"You have no bloody idea how much I like what I see," he replied with a grin, his gaze tracing every contour of your exposed skin. "...what am I supposed to do now?" It was his turn for a nervous chuckle, palming whatever flesh he made contact with, his demeanour akin to that of a tourist in need of directions.

A soft moan rewarded his efforts. "Whatever you desire... I'm yours for the night, remember?"

And to seal the proverbial deal, you peeled the ruched top up and over your head, unhooked your brazier immediately after, and bit the web of your cheek as you expedited it to the floor, joining the rest of your clothing expenditures.

The honeycomb wrapper fluttered onto your stomach, and Garreth raised an amused brow. "A fond little souvenir, hmm?"

"It’s sentimental, shut up." You purred, quieting his jests with bare chests pressed, and he saw no room for further comment on the matter. Garreth was all mouth then, kissing from lips to chin to lobe as he tutted. "Before we truly make like rabbits and fornicate," He couldn’t help the huff that followed, hearing himself say such a big boy word, "there's something I want to do first."

"Tell me," you urged quietly, fingers tangled in fiery copper curls. "Tell me what you want to do to me..."

"Well, for starters..." He kissed a breadcrumb trail from your neck to your shoulder, "I want to hold you in my arms and get you off."

"Oh god," anticipation drenched your mound and arched your back. "Yes, Garreth, please…"

The sound of your voice sent shivers down his spine, confirming the suspicions he had harboured for months. Curated Gryffindor courage made his heart swell, and his hands trailed down to both hips, maneuvering you around until your back pressed against his chest, playing little and big spoons. Garreth's lips found their way to the curve of your ear, where teeth and lips took turns teasing your lobe. "Comfy?"

"Very much so," you mewled, surrendering to his magnetic presence, your bare back pressed against his chest while you lay on your side. Your hips instinctively moved in synchrony with his, firm against fluffy pink fabric slung low on his waist, and there it is—that stiffness underneath the plush that has your mouth watering and your groin humming. A snort erupted from you at the reminder of the rabbit costume, partially undressed, entirely inappropriate.

"What's that, sweetheart? Gonna share with the class?" He tsked then, and a mischievous grin adorned his face as he felt the delightful pressure of your hips against his own. "Might I… take a dip?"

"Yes," you breathed, already writhing, already wanting, even though his exploration had only just commenced. "Please, Garreth... please..."

And so Garreth learned a lot about himself then; your pleading revealed a new kink. He nuzzled your neck with a mischievous grin, his touch growing more daring as a hand dipped lower; as soon as his fingers gently caressed the carnal crux between your thighs, your neck arched a bit harshly, but that was just fine; you were too absorbed in thoughts of holy fuck, Garreth is rubbing my clit.

The prompt response surprised him, but your brash expression had an undeniable allure. A playful smile appeared on his face as he leaned in and whispered in your ear. "Merlin, this wet for me already? So generous..."

"Can’t believe I’m getting fingered by someone in a bunny costume.”

“Fingered by me in a bunny costume, thank you.” Garreth began sucking over your jugular to elicit a sweet little cry from your mouth, and with the flesh popping audibly, no doubt where a bruise would bloom, he whispered, "You're going to feel splendid around me, beautiful.”

"I want you, Garreth." Grinding your pelvis into both his palm and his dick certainly conveyed as much. It echoed the heat that built over months of minute gestures, sidelong glances, and jokes made at each other’s expense.

"I want you, too." His hand moved with purpose, with three fingers flat against your bud, dipping to explore your intimate depths while those tactful lips brushed the upward jut of your neck. An arm snaked under you and around your middle, palming a breast with a multitasking maneuver that made you squirm.

"Garreth," you whimpered as he caressed your wetness, throwing petrol on the fire within you. You found a rhythm that harmonized with the symphony he composed. "Yes, yes..."

"What is it, baby?" His thumb made love to that throb and swell of nerves, eyes closed in concentration as he leaned closer, exhalation hot on your shoulder.

"I want to come for you," you rasped, testifying that which sought to consume you. "Please… faster…"

Garreth's explorations intensified, and the sound of your slick arousal punctuated each movement. An almost accomplished smile curled his lips, relishing the subtle power he held over you. "Do my fingers feel good?" His voice danced all hushed and seductive, the grate of alcohol and lust on his throat.

You were lost in the whims of his touch, unfolding in his hands. As he quickened the pace of his fingers, your body arched along the river banks of abandon, edging closer to release. "I know something that would feel even better."

He possessed an innate knowledge of the words that would stoke the fire within you. "We’ll get there," he whispered, his breath hot on your racing pulse. "First… come for me."

"Yes," you whimpered, your voice trembling with the impending climax that welled within. His finger movements, an audacious symphony between soaked folds, carried you ever closer. "I'm… I'm… "

As your cries of pleasure came forth with volume, Garreth focused his efforts on your clitoral hood, applying firm pressure as opposed to frantic fingering, intent on prolonging the spasms. At the same time, your body practically sang his praises, and he offered the same in return. "Good girl. Now... are you ready for me?"

You panted, flipping over to face him with a breathless peppering of kisses, flush with gratitude. “Keep calling me a good girl like that, and I will be,” you breathed, gently biting his bottom lip.

He was quick on the draw, bless him. "Good girl.”

Eager motions resumed, bodies practically clinging together. "I want you inside me, Garreth." You squirmed underneath, anticipating his taking. “Let me be your good girl; take me from behind…”

Without hesitation, Garreth shifted you onto your stomach faster than his brain could sort sense of the idea. He grabbed you by the hips, repositioning you on the bed with precision, with his trademark combination of dominance and fondness. You stabilized on elbows, swaying your hips like the comely creature you were.

"Is this what my good girl wants?" he smirked, devouring the gradual parting of your legs, the invitation for him to claim what is rightfully his.

"Yes," you practically pleaded, thrumming to feel the weight of his hands upon your hips, to experience his penetration. "Please, baby... spank me."

He processed the request with his mouth slightly agape in surprise at your words. No one had ever made such a request to him before. "Are you asking me to spank my good girl?"

A coy nod over your shoulder and a bitten lip conveyed your consent. "Yes, please... I'll be good..."

"Say it properly.” The command was all supplicant and alluring, while ravenous hands sampled your inner thighs.

“Please, Garreth…” You whimpered, practically dripping. “Please, spank me.”

"That's better..."

A palm thunderclapped across your rear with unexpected force. Another followed in quick succession, harder than the first, and you cried a simpering symphony. Hips swayed and rutted, knees threatened to buckle, and your back arched as heat rooted deep. "More, please, baby..."

His breath hitched as he took in your heartfelt plea, spurred on by something that mingled and met with testosterone, compelling him to venture into unexplored realms, a captive yearning for sweet freedom. Garreth employed the enthralling control he had over you as he gripped your hips possessively, while his palm branded your buttocks.

"So good," you gasped, and each contact drew forth a garbled moan.

A mischievous smirk played across the lion’s face, as he darkened at the welting consequences of his actions. He prolonged the inevitable. "Oh, is that so?" His hand descended once more, his touch deliberate, unhurried.

"Yes, oh god..." You yearned for a proper fuck, to have your hips hammered, longed to stretch intimately around him. With your bottom lip caught between teeth, you glanced back at Garreth, exuding an eager and willing demeanour. "Baby, please..."

The taut heat of his cock nestled against your rear. Nimble fingers curled into your waist, drawing you closer, and then Garreth discovered the full extent of your arousal. "So wet for me..."

"Only for you, baby..." You pushed your hips back, feeling entirely too empty all of a sudden. "Garreth, I need you inside of me… please, take me... "

"Oh, I'm going to take you, all right."

And then, in a display of vulnerability, he guided you closer with hesitant hands seeking comfort on your thighs. With a shared breath, Garreth aligned himself, gathering warmth and wetness in kind on his cock, and announced his entry with an audible exhale.

Like a reflex, your back arched, writhing serpentine along his length as Garreth bottomed out. He provided experimental thrusts, gradually quickened the pace, and soon you were sucked into a beautiful pattern.

A primal moan parted lips in an unfiltered expression of longing as he delved deeper, as Garreth bucked from behind. Bending down, he pressed an enthusiastic kiss to your nape, grunting with the forceful motion of his fuck. With every thrust, his lips on your neck sent shivers down your spine, and with how desperate he was to hold you close, Garreth clutched you close and brought your torso upright, swaying in rhythm, your bodies making sense of one another’s.

"Oh, baby girl…" The wizard purred into your ear with a strong forearm clamped over your torso and a firm grasp tangled in your hair. He tugged at your strands as he increased his pace, the pricks of pulled nerves eliciting a gasp. His grip across your midsection anchored you to his chest, the tight hold leaving crescent marks of possession into the swell of a breast. A lovely, lewd sound escaped his throat as your hips began to meet his movements, the overwhelming pleasure consuming him entirely.

Your back pressed against his chest, and you contorted in all the right ways. With a head tilted back, your sights set on the heavens, surrendering to the moment. "Fuck me, baby. Hold me tight..."

"I’m not letting go," The words were all breath, the sound caught on the brimming heart stuck in his throat, as he leaned down to bite your neck. "You're... you're mine..."

Your hand instinctively snaked between your legs, choking your clit between index and middle digits. The intense sensation of Garreth's plumbing your depths brought you to the brink, surpassing your wildest expectations. "Oh god, Garreth, I'm... I'm coming...”

A shriek was stifled as you came hard and raw, your abdomen releasing pressure buildup as you rocked against Garreth’s cock like it was your saving grace, coaxing and prolonging your release as you disengaged from body and mind, almost going slack in his arms. The announcement, the tightness of your orgasm propelled him fuck to his full potential, chorused by your cries. He teetered on the brink, his equilibrium delicately balanced as he held onto your hip, thrusting deeper inside with each exhalation, his movements deliberate and steadfast.

The bed protested audibly as you rocked on your knees, punctuating your passionate connection. You coaxed him with a voice still raw and made all the more ragged from your climax. "Come, baby…"

Your words were the catalyst of his coming. Garreth buried his face into the back of your neck, breathing ragged and erratic as the boundless excitement that you built within him finally burst forth in a breathtaking culmination. He surrendered to an overwhelming release, spilling himself deep within.

Collapsing forward, he pressed you into the bed, his body weight a comforting presence upon you. You let out a sound of satisfaction as he settled on your back, your inner thighs slick with evidence of your shared release. An inward sigh of fulfillment escapes you while you tilt to plant a kiss on his cheek. "God, that was even better than the first."

"You’ve rendered me boneless, sweetheart," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper, as he buried his face in the crook of your shoulder. “I’m utterly spent.”

You couldn't help letting out a soft chuckle; your fingers naturally entwined with his as you both shifted onto your sides. When your eyes met, they reflected a sense of contentment and gratification. "Me too," you admitted, your voice soothing in the quiet aftermath. "Spent and drained..."

Garreth's hand tightened around yours, conveying tenderness. His lips curled into a gentle smile, a sparkle of admiration flickering in his gaze. Compelled by magnetism, you gravitated close, capturing his lips in a gentle kiss. "Stay," you murmured, longing to extend this moment of closeness.

The chuckle he responded with caught you off guard until you realized that you hadn’t the foggiest idea whose bed you just expressed your feelings in. "Ah, I see," you laughed, begrudgingly reaching for your clothes.

As you tugged each article of clothing on, Garreth adjusted the rabbit costume back into place, and you devolved into a fit of giggles. “Did you even take off that ridiculous get-up?”

“Listen, love,” Garreth smirked, claiming your chin with impish intent. “I just fucked the most beautiful woman in our year wearing this. I won't soon be criticizing its charm.”

You leaned closer to kiss him, as breathless as he made you feel. “Fair enough.”

[slytherinsprincesss]

Hogwarts Legacy boys and the nicknames they’d use/ how they’d use them:

Contains: Ominis, Garreth, Sebastian, and Leander

“Princess”/ Ominis Gaunt- He only uses this nickname with MC and specifically only when they’re complaining or annoyed about something as a way to tease them. He enjoys getting under MC’s skin every once in a while. He finds it quite amusing.

**Example: “Awe does your head hurt princess? Too much staying out past curfew and not enough sleep?”**

“Babe”/Garreth Weasley - I feel like he would through this name out and use it very platonically . He’d definitely use this anytime anyone (especially MC helped him with his potions in any way)

**He’d say things like “thanks for the help, you’re the best babe” or “drink this babe, it’s my latest potion”** but in the MOST just friends platonic way possible

“Sweetheart”/ Sebastian Sallow- He uses this only with MC just to get a rise out if them. He uses it specifically in a rivalry way like when they’re dueling.

** “Had enough yet, sweetheart?”**

“Darling”/Leander Prewett - He doesn’t use it often but when he does he is almost ALWAYS talking to MC and uses it in a very condescending/ belittling way.

**Example is when they’re talking about Sebastian and his duel and he would make a remark like, “you know you couldn’t beat me, darling”**

[rae-and-mezo]

How HL boys take care of reader while they are sick?

Ominis Gaunt:

Despite his many health issues due to his familie's family circle, Ominis has a very healthy immune system.

So he's not worried about catching whatever you have.

But he's still kinda grossed out by the idea of germs.

Of course he is there for you! Don't even worry about being alone, he's bringing you soup and water from the kitchens and making you tea for your throat. He'll bring you blankets or take them away, anything you need.

But if you're throwing up? He's supporting you from a distance. He'll rub your back when you are FOR SURE finished.

I don't think he will take the day off classes but he brings you your homework and if you're sick enough pretty much does it for you.

If you want, he reads to you in an attempt to keep you alert and not delirious

He'll hold your hand while sitting next to you, but doesn't initiate any kisses or cuddles. Honestly, he doesn't WANT any kisses or cuddles while you are sick but he knows you need comfort so one or two don't kill him.

Sebastian Sallow:

He's absolutely unbothered.

Especially after Anne became cursed, he has lots of experience with sick people. Sebastian is such a caregiver. Honestly, he kinda loves an opportunity to take care of you.

Will wash your face with a cool cloth every couple of hours, keep you up to date on potions, run you a hot bath when you need it, etc.

Does not care how sick you are. Nothing is his limit. Holds your hair back and rubs your back if you're throwing up, holding you close if you're delirious or emotional.

If you're sick for long enough he's hoisting you up and taking you outside for little bits at a time. Keeping your room clean and your windows open.

Much like Ominis, doesn't take a break from classes but spends his free period with you, lunch with you, brings you tea between classes.

Garreth Weasley:

Listen, man has like twenty siblings. Not really, but he has ALOT!

He is used to this. He's never really taken the caretaker role because his mother did that. When his siblings would get sick, he would run and grab things for his mom, bring them things on request etc.

So with you, he isn't used to putting his whole effort into caring for you. Of course he doesn't mind!

He's doing things he saw his mom doing, and brings you a concoction of "soothing" liquids. Tea, honey, lemon water, anything he can think of.

However, he does take the day off classes with an excuse that he stayed up to late and slept the whole day.

For the most part, he leaves you alone. Brings you your tea and changes out your forehead cloth, fluffs your pillow maybe, and leaves with a kiss on the forehead. Doesn't come back until either its time for a cloth change or you ask for him.

He can't skip classes forever, so he can only do it one day. If you're sick for longer than that, he will do his best to spend free time with you. He brings his dinner to come eat it with you.

Leander Prewitt:

Wants absolutely NOTHING to do with sickness. But he loves you, so, he can suffer.

Don't expect too much from him. He's such a germaphobe it isnt funny. He brings you tea and offers you a few stories about his day. He stays if you want him too but he isn't cut out to be a caretaker.

Oh man, imagine you fell asleep on him though! He sits beside you, a considerable distance mind you, but you sidle up to him and pass out on his shoulder.

He wants to be disgusted but you look ADORABLE and you trust him that much to snuggle him while you're asleep? It melts him.

After a bit though, He gently wriggles out from under you and makes sure you're comfortable on your pillow. Then he uses a few quick cleaning spells and leaves with a reassuring squeeze to your hand.

Amit Thakkar

Like Ominis, is a germaphobe but chill about it.

When he hears from a dormmate that you're sick, he runs into your dorm with breakfast and eats it with you.

He's so sympathetic. Every sniffle hurts him :(.

Amit is an only child, and his parents had never been real sick. So he doesn't know exactly what to do, but he tries.

He brushes the knots out of your hair and does what he can. Amit would never miss a day of classes, but he's a little behind because he takes notes for you. They're EXTREMELY detailed, explaining everything so that you won't be confused between gaps.

He makes you eat something and if you throw it up, he is grossed the hell out but supportive. Like, rubs your back but is looking away and trying not to breathe through his nose.

He's just so sweet, and when you're better sits you down for a tutoring session so he can go over what you missed. Even though he didn't need too with the notes he took.

[wedonthaveawhile]

Baby, it's cold outside.

Garreth Weasley x MC (18+ only)

MC finds herself in Garreth's apothecary on Christmas Eve, and testing lust potion is on the agenda.

Tags: NSFW, smut with plot, aged-up characters, oral sex male receiving, lust potion sex, one bed trope, voice kink, praise kink, hurt/comfort, violence and gore.

AO3 // Wordcount: 5.5k

Muttering obscenities under her breath, the agitated witch half-hopped but mostly stumbled over another tomcat feasting on discarded street food. In the wake of Christmas, the tapering pavements of Hogsmeade were crammed with last-minute panic buyers laden with shopping bags.

One obstacle away from losing her footing on the mushy snow, she slipped into a familiar backstreet and pushed open the door to G.W. Potions.

The owner had his chin propped in a knotgrass-stained hand, scribbling in an overflowing notebook. Glancing up as the door chime announced her arrival, he broke into a wide smile.

"You're a lifesaver, you know that?"

“I know, I got your message,” Her eyes scanned the clusters of wax-sealed phials, the timber shelves much less packed than usual. "It sounded urgent, I believe your exact words were 'dire need’?"

"I might have been a little dramatic, I’m just running low on stock," Garreth admitted sheepishly. His mop of copper hair tumbled over his brow and he attempted to tame it with his cleanest hand. "I hope I haven’t disrupted your Christmas Eve? I wasn't sure if Friday was the last of your rounds."

"No, no you're fine. I was heading through to Gladrags for a delivery,” she lied.

She'd exchanged firm words with a few demanding clients who assumed she'd be available over the holidays but couldn't bring herself to impose the 'no-deliveries' rule on Garreth—a choice that felt counterproductive to the crush she'd been attempting to curb for months.

She justified it as a reciprocation of the kindness he’d shown her on previous deliveries—slipping tonics in her satchel whenever she offhandedly grumbled about a sleepless night with an orphaned thestral, or an inflamed laceration from a scrappy kneazle. He’d refuse payment, only asking she mark his map with shrubberies of ingredients she spotted while out raiding poacher camps.

She assumed this raised their relationship from business associates to something that resembled a friendship, and friends could bend the rules for each other without ulterior motives.

"Sorry, this time of year isn’t the best for shedding" she explained, sliding a folded cloth over the countertop. Pulling the edge back, she unveiled a modest bouquet of dense black fur. “Though Remi felt somewhat generous after I bribed him with the promise of coins.”

“So, you’re the middleman between me and a niffler?” His face lit up with one of those heart-stopping smiles, and she prayed that the twist in her gut wasn't reflected on her face. “What’s in it for you?” 

"I figured having you owe me a favour couldn't hurt.”

"Favours are quickly becoming our preferred method of currency." He pivoted towards the excessive collection of potion stations, gathered beneath a 'staff only' sign swinging from a crooked nail. The cauldrons rattled on their supports, releasing densely packed bubbles that burst with trapped steam.

The witch slipped a finger in the weave of her scarf, easing it slightly to allow a breath of fresh air to caress her neck, “Are you rebranding as a sauna?”

"Sorry, I know it's sweltering back here," Garreth's eyes skimmed down the curve of her neck as she discarded the scrap of fabric. Stealthy enough, but stoking her hope nonetheless.

Clearing his throat, he shifted his focus to transfer a trio of niffler hairs into his mortar, along with a few drops of mallowsweet oil. "Any guesses today?"

She inhaled the spiralling vapour rising from the cauldron as he wafted the fog in her direction—there was a botanic scent of mandrake, tangy undertones of mint, and berries.

Wiggenweld? ...No, wrong colour, but it’s definitely medicinal.

“What kind of health tonic needs fur?” She eyed him accusingly. "Is this a trick question again, one of your experiments?"

His eyebrows lifted faintly, and a wave of pride washed over her when appeared impressed with her deduction. "I’ve sold out, and the snowstorm wiped out most of the dittany. I'm trying to brew a healing potion without it. Hence the..." He motioned toward the array of vessels stacked on his workstation, covered in a thick layer of curdled gunge. "I've almost cracked it... I'm pretty sure."

"It's interesting that healing potions are so in demand when everyone's spending extended time with their families."

"If everyone's relatives are like mine, I’d say it makes sense." Garreth rolled up his garish crimson sleeves to cool down, inadvertently warming her up with his toned forearms. He was the only wizard in a hundred-mile radius who could wear such a hideous Christmas jumper and still manage to attract several double-takes from captivated passersby. "When I dominate my niece at Pictionary, I always end up with a black eye."

"How old is your niece?"

"Three."

He gnawed on the inside of his lip, restraining a grin the way he typically did when having made her laugh. “What about your family, will you need medical assistance over Christmas?"

The herbology cabinet groaned in protest as the pair leaned against it, "The odds are high, but only because I’m spending my Christmas with a teenage hippogriff. Someone's got to stay at the sanctuary, and I drew the short straw this year”.

"Well, aside from a few hours at my folks tomorrow, I'll be here restocking. I won't be open to the public, but if... you know, if you need anything..."

His eyes lifted to meet hers, and tension coiled in her gut, shooting south at the thought of being alone with him in the locked store.

"Thanks," she said quietly.

"Yeah... of course," Garreth severed the eye contact, redirecting his attention to pick at the corroded hinges of the cabinet. "Sirona’s open over the holidays too."

“Oh... is she?”

He dove into a thorough breakdown of the Three Broomsticks festive menu. She nodded in amusement as he unnecessarily mimed the dimensions of the portions. She tucked away the knowledge that he worshipped turkey and cranberry burgers to the collection of other useless but endearing facts she'd gathered about him.

His cocktail of choice was red currant rum - She’d bumped into him on Halloween thoroughly intoxicated on the stuff. He’d feigned firing a toy arrow in her direction before proudly proclaiming he was Robin Hood, enunciating all the wrong words with the goofiest grin.

He outright denied being allergic to cats, inspecting the collar of each feline that decided to nap in a sunbeam on the steps of his shop, cooing their name before inevitably succumbing to three consecutive sneezes.

His family tree had long branches. On his opening weekend, she'd waded through a sea of proud redheads to reach the kiosk and hand over her business card.

"...Anyway, I wanted to mention it because, you know, if you’re alone for... well, not alone, but if you'll be around..."

Heat flared at the bottom of her spine, cautiously optimistic his rambling was veering toward an invitation.

A blast of glacial wind burst through the doorway as a customer wrenched it open. A light dusting of snow clung to his robes as he crossed the shop floor to the cabinet housing the erotic potions, taking a moment to tuck stray wisps of silvery hair into his hood.

Garreth's lips tightened into a taut line as he observed the elderly wizard pulling the entire supply of lust potion vials from the rack.

His thumb brushed his upper lip as he leaned in close, his elbow jostling her arm. "Do you reckon he takes them all in one go?"

"He'd orgasm from a pat on the head."

"Orgasm? My guy would be flung into the astral plane.”

She butted her forehead against his shoulder, struggling to transform her snort into an ill-concealed cough.

"I should get going, give you two some privacy."

"Attraction has to be in the fold for those potions to do their thing, and he's not my type," Garreth's eyes flitted to her lips, but the tinkling of thirteen phials skidding across the kiosk drew them away.

She reluctantly bundled back up into her scarf while Garreth seamlessly transitioned back into storekeeper mode.

"Have a great Christmas."

"You too, see you next time," he waved at her, turning his attention to the eager customer.

The witch spent her evening re-stitching the ruptured wound of an adolescent Hippogriff, the beast fluctuated between snapping at lacewing flies and charging aggressively toward its caretaker.

Collecting the fallen feathers from the creature's wings, she updated the ledger with the newfound stock, clucking her teeth disapprovingly at the sight of the diminishing list.

What did Garreth say was in short supply? Dittany?

During last week's Hippogriff rescue, she recalled noticing shrubs nestled in the mouth of a cave. It was a harsh winter, finances were stretched, and adding dittany to the stock during a surge in demand would ensure the creatures' comfort for the remaining winter months. Not to mention, it provided a convenient excuse to take Garreth up on his offer of dropping by.

After feeding the remaining beasts and wrapping them snug in warming charms she headed off to investigate.

Her destination wasn't far—a short ride up a shallow mountain. However, the wind thrashed against her broom. The bristles and handle careened in wildly opposing directions as she blundered through the dense forest, with a lumos scarcely penetrating two feet of the blistering snowstorm.

She sought refuge by the wreckage of a stone cottage, navigating through twisted roots and debris until she reached the cavern. Her nose wrinkled at the musty stench emanating from the path ahead, barely visible through a shroud of thick cobwebs. With a silent prayer that this was the right spot, she ignited the tangled web with a tap of her wand, the smouldering strands lit the passage and in the fleeting light, she saw a twitch in the shadows.

She’d barely uttered the Lumos incantation before a force erupted from the shadows, striking her face and propelling her into a bank of tightly packed snow. She desperately palmed the moisture flooding her vision, pale fingers smothering in the warmth of her blood. The forest whirled around her as she was hoisted into the air and slammed back to the ground.

She blindly blasted the acromantula into crumbling ruins with a frenzied swish of her wand. The arachnid recoiled from the thunderous blow, sprawling onto the ground before burrowing beneath the earth.

Scouring the terrain for any indication of the beast, a trail of crimson droplets stained the snow as she backed away, a ferocious blast of icy wind lashing at her throbbing wound.

Wiggenweld, I need wiggenweld.

The invasive thought tore through her mental image of the sanctuary farmhouse as she apparated.

Ploughing shoulder-first into a weathered door, the impact reverberated through her bones, pinging her brain around in her skull.

The skunky stench of wizzenweed curled into her nostrils, mingling with the sharp reek of spilt beer she'd stomped into and splattered up her ankles.

She swiped her hand across her eyes to smear away the blood and the harsh click of a lock snapped her back to reality—back to Hogsmeade.

Mellow candlelight exploded like a flashbang as a door creaked open, and a broad figure silhouetted against the orange glow said her name.

"Garreth?"

Humiliation struck her chest like a knife—a solid blow between her lungs. Tacky blood clung from her eyebrow to the corner of her mouth, pulling at her skin as she fought to articulate an explanation.

“What happened to you?”

"I'm so sorry, I tried apparating home, but the… it was a mistake. I needed wiggenweld… but the shortage, that’s what you told me, so I thought of you, and, I could've splinched…”

"Whoa, take a breath, you're talking a mile a minute.”

Garreth’s hands were firm on her shoulders as he steered her towards the counter and settled her on his chair. Flames from the brewing station twinkled in and out of focus as she tried to hone in on him dragging an extra stool across the floorboards, taking a seat in front of her.

"This doesn’t look like a hippogriff wound. Did someone do this to you?"

“N-no, no I was just being reckless… I did this to myself.”

She quivered as the crook of his warm finger tipped her chin up, assessing the cut with suspicious emerald eyes.

"I'm sorry," she momentarily forgot how to breathe as his thumb traced a slow path up her cheekbone. "I didn't mean to bother you. I probably have some healing tonic in a drawer at home..."

"Stop with the apologies, I told you to drop by if you needed anything, didn't I?"

A stack of flannels rested beside a simmering cauldron. He reached for one, tilting her face as he dabbed at the coagulated blood.

"It’s not as bad as it looks,” he declared, slinging the cloth over his shoulder. He scratched his forehead, a streak of crimson smearing across his freckles. "It's not too deep. If you'll let me, I could stitch some of the shallower parts back together?"

She nodded, fighting back a soft sound when he applied the tiniest bit of pressure to her throat to keep her steady. The flesh throbbed as the tip of his wand traced down the wound, his copper lashes fluttering with concentration.

It felt glaringly obvious she was intentionally avoiding eye contact. She studied the awkward, rigid dance of the misshapen reindeer on his jumper as a distraction, scattered patches of burnt fabric lay strewn in their path. Some splashes of the corrosive substance had scorched through completely, frayed fibers exposing freckles scattered across his breastbone like tiny constellations.

“You shouldn’t be wearing this.”

He quirked an eyebrow, "What would you prefer me in?”

Her complexion transitioned from deathly pale to a fiery red in seconds, "No, I just mean... the stains. They look like they’re irritating your skin," she said, reaching out instinctively. Her fingertip traced around an exposed patch of inflamed skin, causing Garreth to inhale sharply.

The atmosphere shifted. His dilated eyes locked onto hers as she glanced up and tension rippled between them, her freezing hand poised on his chest while he cradled her jaw.

Tender fingertips brushed aside strands of wet hair that clung to her cheek. "Are you going to tell me what happened?"

"Spider," her voice barely rose above a whisper before she cleared her throat lightly. "Set its house on fire."

"Rescuing a beast?"

She responded with a noncommittal hum.

I flew up a mountain in a storm and set an acromantula on fire to find Dittany because you mentioned it briefly.

She'd be carrying that one to the grave. Or reserving the tale for their grandkids—hinging on whether the trauma scrambled her brain enough to ask him out for a drink on New Year's.

The hold on her lungs slackened as Garreth rose to his feet and fetched a trio of potions from a lofty shelf, "Murtlap essence for minor skin abrasions and it will stop you from bruising, a calming draught for shock, and this one’s for internal damage. You don't seem to have a concussion, but just in case." He arranged them on the desk alongside a clean glass before adding "They're not renowned for their flavour, you're better off taking them all at once."

With a weak expression of gratitude, she swallowed the amalgamated concoctions. The blend curdled on her tongue, flopping into her stomach like a sodden lump of wet cement.

Garreth chuckled at her attempt to conceal a grimace. "You should recover fairly quickly, but just in case, is there someone back home who can make sure you're taken care of tonight?"

"No, I run the sanctuary with a friend, but she's at her Gran's for Christmas," she fidgeted with the hem of her coat. If she had been seriously hurt, nobody would have had a clue where to find her, let alone bother looking. "It's just me.”

Garreth nodded, twirling his pestle in circles inside his mortar. She sensed his question might have been an indirect hint for her to leave.

Swallowing down her disappointment, she rose to her feet. "Well, thank you for coming to my rescue. I’ll—"

“You should stay here tonight,” he interrupted before she could finish her sentence, pivoting towards her with hands on his hips. "I just… I don't think you should be left alone after something like this."

"Here?” She stared at her mud-splattered work boots to try and conceal the blood swarming her cheeks. “Are we supposed to top and tail on your brewing station?"

"I live above the shop. You can take the bed, I sleep on the sofa most nights anyway – I can grab you some dry clothes too."

Her overactive imagination slashed through the depths of her mind leaving behind tattered shreds of unadulterated filth. Sleeping in his bed, swaddled in one of his knitted pullovers – was he trying to kill her?

"Didn't know you were such a night owl," she deflected, anxiously nibbling on her lip as the storm screamed past the window.

If he’d detected her brain being filthy, he wasn't letting on. Swinging open a cabinet door, he produced a bottle of billowing crimson liquor, suspending it between two fingers. "I got some red currant rum from a customer. Given that it's technically Christmas Day, perhaps we should celebrate?"

"Is it that late?" She craned her neck to check the time—twelve o’ twelve. "Was this whole white knight act just a way to lure me into keeping you company on Christmas?"

"Act? Come on now, are we just going to pretend you didn't think of me on your deathbed?"

The calming draught had worked too well, eclipsing any hint of shame she might have felt from that comment with the flicker of bad intentions in his eyes.

"You seem more than happy to receive me."

The cupboard beneath the potion station emitted a groan from its corroded joints as Garreth began searching for a pair of untarnished glasses.  "What can I say? I have a thing for women covered in blood," he paused, peeking over the door, "I swear I’m not going to murder you, that joke came out wrong."

She laughed as he polished water spots from the vessels with his gaudy jumper and placed them next to his replenished stock—rows of incandescent fuchsia spiralling in heart-shaped containers.

"Luxtentia," she read aloud from the label, a scrap of parchment detailing the trial-and-error process tucked alongside it. "Did I catch you in the middle of trialling new potions?"

“Lust potion,” Garreth clarified, allowing the scarlet alcohol to flow liberally into their cups. "Believe me, you'd be noticing some side effects if I had been testing that."

Tugging at the loose threads of his words felt almost instinctual.

"...Attraction has to be in the fold for lust potions to work," she tilted her head innocently, quoting his earlier words, "Doesn’t it?"

Handing her a brimming glass of the berry-infused cocktail, Garreth took a sip of his own while studying her over the rim. "Did I say that?" He appeared wholly unruffled, and a twist of arousal lit her up at the fact.

"Word for word."

He tapped a finger against his drink thoughtfully, "Would it work both ways?"

She let the back of her head thump against the barren shelf, half-hoping the collision might knock some virtue into her. No such luck. "Do you want to take me upstairs and find out?"

His grin was blinding, and a delicious anticipation blasted into her. An unspoken dare hung in the air, both silently challenging the other to make a move. He gave in first, reaching out to collect two vials of the blushing potion and pressing them into her palm.

"Your move."

She feigned a thoughtful pause before digging her nails into the stoppers and pouring a vial into each of their beverages.

Raising his glass with a wild glint in his eyes, she tapped hers against it before they knocked back the entire drink in perfect unison.

Sparks charged down her oesophagus as she set down the glass, and her clothes clung to her skin like she'd been dunked in honey. Was that the potion? What an insufferable side effect —though the logic became apparent as the urge to strip away every layer waged war against a rapidly declining sigh of restraint.

“Do you feel anything?”

Garreth’s voice burrowed under her skin – Was it always that deep-rooted and husky? If his voice was making her wet, actual sex might ruin her.

His face swam when she glanced up at him, features swirling like the post outside Madam Snelling's Tress Emporium. She couldn’t feel anything except how her skin was so tight she might rip out of herself. “I… feel drunk.”

His hand crept towards her in excruciatingly slow motion, each passing second punctuated by a thousand splintering cracks of her heart against her ribcage.

The warmth of his fingers on her wrist seeped through her clothes and scattered like white-hot stars beneath her skin. In her mind's eye, she watched those fingers tugging at the roots of her hair, tightening around her throat, satisfying the desire swirling between her thighs – Oh, she was fucked.

"Look at me," Garreth crooned, oblivious to the fact that his words were licking at her like flames. He kept talking, something about a rose, but his words were swallowed by the ringing in her ears.

"What?" she asked, dumbfounded by the cascade of words pouring from his lips.

“Your cheeks are all rosy, are you warm?”

His voice. His fucking voice.

She thrust the heel of her palms into her eyes, but his scent clawed into her lungs— Mallowsweet and shrivelfig fruit, blending with the smokiness from the ever-burning stove. She wanted to bury her face in the crook of his neck, to trace her tongue along his pulse until she could taste it too.

“Sweetheart?”

He had never said that before, only ever referring to her by name. When she cracked open her eyes, she saw that his were feral, locking onto her like a predator sizing up its prey. His pupils were blown out, the vibrant emerald engulfed by black.

Her uneasy laughter cut through the fog, hands instinctively reaching out until she found herself pulling him closer by the fabric of his sweater. "Garreth, what the hell is this?"

"I didn't know it was this... intense." His fingers pressed into the burning flesh of her cheeks, unsure whether they were pulling her closer or attempting to keep her at bay. Her tongue chased the pad of his thumb as he swept it across her parted lips. "Do you want me to take you to bed?"

"Apparate us.”

His hands descended to her neck as he drew her to his lips.

A fierce tug deep in her belly wrenched her in every direction as they plummeted into a disorderly pit of tangled blankets. The overpowering scent of his bedroom had her in a chokehold. Her greedy attempt to inhale the air was cut off as he took her lips again, his thigh sliding between hers.

She scraped her nails through his gorgeous hair, tugging the locks at his nape to lick along the sheen of his throat. The salty tang of his restraint was the single most delicious thing she had ever tasted. The groan he let escape reverberated against her lips and she imagined him moaning like that against her ear, his hips grinding into hers.

“Fuck, do that again.”

“I knew it,” her breathy laugh dispersed across his skin as she gave the sleek strands another tug. “You like that?”

"You often think about what turns me on?"

He buried his face in the curve of her throat, seeking out her pulse point. The unexpected pleasure of his bite triggered a sultry whine—she’d never made that sound before, but the potion had flushed out any ounce of indignity. He sucked a bruise into her skin, grinning as she grasped at his clothes in an attempt to pull him closer.

"Take this off, please," she scrambled with the hem. His rock-hard arousal was digging into her stomach and the fabric barriers were driving her insane.

"Don’t bother begging," his words rumbled against her neck as they both shed the constraints of their clothes, "I'll give you everything." His voice was twitchy, cracking apart with lust. An eternity passed before fabric was dragged down her thighs and found a home somewhere in the mountain of blankets.

She could barely feel his fingers—just an explosive shockwave blasting across her body. His other hand gripped the base of her skull, coaxing her mouth open, telling her how wet she was.

"Hear how pretty you sound?"

He added another finger, and stars streaked across her vision as she arched into his touch. Her body responded on pure instinct, thrusting helplessly as he mimicked with his hand what she was almost delirious for.

"My mouth sounds better."

Coarse hairs tickled her skin as she slid her fingers under the waistband of his trousers with the hope that touching him back might appease the hunger.

He thrust into her palm with a needy gasp, and it knocked her breathing shallow. In an instant, she'd pushed him onto his back, running her tongue up the entire length of his swollen cock, before swirling around the head.

The man reclining under her was almost unrecognisable, his untamed hair spilling into his black, wild eyes. Unnatural, jerky shudders wracked through his chest.

Sticking out her tongue, Garreth responded with a primal snarl, seizing the invitation to take control.

"There you go, is that what you want?" he whispered, sliding himself between her lips.

Her eyes welled up at the imposing size of him gliding across her tongue, but she didn’t care. The only thing that mattered was how he was gazing at her like she was the answer to everything—Water in the desert.

She took in as much of him as she could, her wrist twisting around what she couldn't. He was ramming into her too hard, but the potion smoothed out the rough edges, turning it passionate.

Gravelly snippets of praise were spilling from his mouth, and the ruined edge to his voice threatened to make her come from his words alone. A particularly greedy thrust pounded the back of her throat at the wrong angle, and she jerked back with a rasping cough.

In less than a second, she was caged under a warm body. "I’m sorry. I shouldn’t be treating you like this."

"Don't be sorry, make me take it."

"Fucking hell," he groaned, descending her body and parting her legs with his palms.

She latched onto his hair, pulling him towards her lips. "No, not your mouth, I need more."

She knew she was being demanding, he just wanted to reciprocate what she had done for him, but the distance between them felt like too much, and she needed it annihilated.

“You need it?"

He taunted her clit with the head of his dick. She didn't want to waste time, he could go down on her in round two because she was so turned on by him fucking her mouth that she was shaking.

He gently nudged at her entrance, and not a single discernible word occupied her mind. She relied on her needy whining to convey what words couldn't, her nails scraping against his broad shoulders as she desperately sought an anchor.

“I don’t think I can go slow.”

"I don't want slow."

The air was squeezed from her lungs as he sank into her, bottoming out with one stroke. An orgasm struck her instantly but being so overstimulated it scarcely penetrated the fog—just a fleeting flash of lightning between her thighs.

Garreth froze as the aftereffects pulsed around him, whimpers fracturing through his voice as he strained to remain still. "Do you need me to stop?"

"No," she squirmed in an attempt to coax his hips back into action. He twitched inside her, and she gasped, "I want more." Hardly had the words left her lips when he thrust into her with such force that it sent her eyes rolling back.

“Pull my hair again."

“Make me come again.”

The speed he set was almost inhuman as her nails clawed across his scalp and down his neck. She planted her heels on the mattress to gain some control and push back into him, but he grabbed the backs of her thighs, holding her in place—spreading her open under him.

"Is this what you wanted every time you pulled out an excuse to drop by?" His hips stuttered when he looked down at the point where they were connected. She was drenched, dripping with how badly she needed him. Taking a deep breath, he started meticulously inspecting the Gryffindor Quidditch flag above his headboard, resisting the urge to finish before her.

Her heart sped up at his words and she could hear herself producing feathery noises as he extracted pleasure from her, "What took you so long to give it to me?"

"You're too cute, made me nervous," he grinned, seizing her nipple in his teeth, and pulling on it until she whimpered. "Push into me, let me have you."

His restraint oscillated, the tender kisses on her neck escalating into gnawing at her throat. The persistent pounding of his hips matched the increasing intensity, delving into the deepest parts of her with each blissful drag of his cock.

"Moan for me, those beautiful sounds are driving me insane."

This wasn't the Christmas she expected: Garreth Weasley's fingers splayed across her throat, conjuring ethereal pleasure with every precise thrust of his hips.

“Garreth...”

“I know, sweetheart." He withdrew his hand from where he was holding her legs apart, using his thumb to trail a lopsided circle around her bundle of nerves. “Come on, give me one more.”

His voice thrust her over the edge and she felt every part of her orgasm splinter through her body.

"Where do you want me to come?" he asked desperately. She was still in the throes of ecstasy, shivering uncontrollably from the high of watching him falling apart. "Tell me.”

"Come inside me," she said hoarsely. Her body was exhausted and hypersensitive, the only reason she forced herself to stay conscious was to witness him unravel.

An aftershock pulsated around him, and he shoved his face into the crook of her neck as he released deep inside her. His fingers clamped onto her thighs so tightly they throbbed, but she was too drained to muster the strength to push them off.

He lazily circled his hips into hers, as if he couldn’t bear to stop. Interlocking their fingers, he planted kisses across her knuckles. The sweet gesture made her heart stutter, and as her head nestled into a soft pile of pillows, sleep quickly claimed her.

She had a hazy memory of stirring in the night with a heavy arm over her waist and knees nestled into the crook of hers. There was something hard and insistent digging into the small of her back and when she shifted to relieve the pressure, he had whined—fucking whined.

His lips navigated her skin until they found that sweet spot under her ear, and she arched back. He accepted the invitation and slid into her. Reaching around to grip his hair, she tugged hard enough for him to reciprocate the pressure with his teeth on her shoulder. Her chest thrummed against his palm as he held her tightly, murmuring sweet nothings while fucking her slowly. He was half-asleep, but he was himself.

The daylight streamed in, too bright, with flakes purring against the window as they cascaded from the skies. Garreth’s bedroom was snug, nothing more than a bed and a chaotic pile of thumbed potion books scattered across the floor. Rolling over, she discovered a mess of red hair protruding from the green blankets.

“Merry Christmaaaaas,” he groaned, his words muffled by the bedding.

"You should've woken me up and kicked me out. Don't you have plans?"

"Guess how many are over at my folks' for Christmas?" He emerged squinting. "Uncles, aunties, cousins, nephews, nieces, girlfriends, boyfriends— What’s the headcount?"

She flung an arm across her eyes, shrugging. His ability to nosedive straight into a conversation after just waking up baffled her. "Twenty-two?"

"Thirty-eight. They won't notice if one is late," he started kissing her, slow, sweet, and sinful. "And they won't notice if there's one more?"

She huffed out a laugh at his fearless invitation, "I can't gatecrash, the last thing I want to do on Christmas day is piss off thirty-eight Weasleys."

“My aunt Matilda will be more upset if I turn up alone for yet another year. It's your decision, but I'm impatient. Waiting a whole year to flaunt you doesn't sit right with me."

Definitely a far cry from the Christmas she had imagined.

“I’d love to.”

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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.

[rypnami]

garreth: roses are red, grass is greener, when i think of you, i play with my wiener

mc:

mc: never say that again