#harry is smitten

[sweetcatteahp]

Harry: Oi Malfoy!

Draco: What do you want Potter?

Harry: *trying to flirt* Do you have two tongues in your mouth right now?

Draco: What?? No, of course I don't, what are you talking about?

Harry: .. *panicking inside* (okay Harry you can do this)

Harry: Do you want to?

Draco: ..??

Draco: Is that supposed to be some kind of horribly phrased, and executed, threat?

(Not og, inspired by another post)

[curlyy-hair-dont-care]

Falling

You're different now. Happier, healthier, your hair is shinier. I love how it falls in waves around your face. The way you throw your head back and laugh. Happy and free. How you help the first years with their homework and wear oversized jumpers. I adore the way your eyes twinkle when you're talking passionately about something. That soft smile you give me melts my heart...

I think I'm falling for you. Fast and hard.

@drarrymicrofic April Prompt #9 - Falling

[lyrablack1883]

To dance with you.

An illustration I did to celebrate 2k on Twitter :D. Ahaha no one is leading the dance, they just hold hands, swinging around and Draco desperately holding Harry so he doesn’t fall, while Harry having the time of his life. look at Draco, he’s just helplessly falling deeper in love.

[sallowsswan]

Mattheo Riddle w/Ballerina Gf Headcanons 🩰

Doesn't take her seriously at first when she says she's a ballet dancer. "Oh, so you twirl around in tutus all day princess?"

Teases her for the longest time after calling her "Twinkle Toes" IYKYK

One day, he decides to randomly show up to the studio she takes classes in just to tease her a little more.

Boy proceeds to be SHOOK when he sees his girlfriend not only dancing with such grace, such poise! But the fact that she's on the tips of her feet in shoes that look like they can be uncomfortable and suffocate your feet.

All the teasing from before? Gone. He's got a newfound respect for his girl after just seeing her dance for less than five minutes, and it wasn't even anything fancy!

Realizes she's flexible AF and her legs...god he could worship how toned her legs are from the years of training

Becomes curious to learn more about the art, and secretly begins to learn by watching YouTube videos of live performances. His favorites would be Don Quixote and Giselle

He FREAKS OUT when she tells him how much she pays for her pointe shoes (Pointe shoes can vary in prices from $80-$200 sometimes more) He calls them 'Foot Coffins' and refuses to let her pay for her own shoes anymore, he's got this.

Speaking of feet? He proceeds to take her out for mani/pedi sessions after real long days of lessons and training. Just a little something to show he's proud of her and wants to pamper her.

There's so much more I could add, so maybe there will be a part 2?

Part 2 is already in the works

[littlewinnow]

Hehe for prompt #3 “scarf”! From @basiatlu’s boshhptober2023 :)

[sacrificialter]

You just know Draco called Harry a child for wanting to do this and then dug up his family's ritual robes and stressed about his hair 😌

[gimme-gimme-georgie-weasley]

sodding map. [g.w. x reader]

summary: yes, the map showed him a lot; it just didn't show him what he wanted to see.

wc: 0.4k

a/n: plot bunny plot bunny plot bunny and pining george being so worked up over not being able to see u all the time

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George Weasley loved to discover; he loved finding out new things hidden between nooks and crannies, he loved seeing little cracks that weren't there previously. Godric, he loved feeling new textures, loved hearing new sounds, tasting new things.

He was quite lucky to have snagged the Marauder's Map away from Filch's office. Having solemnly sworn that he (and Fred) was up to no good, he spent a good few months of his time in Hogwarts familiarising himself with the layout of Hogwarts. 

Every secret passage on the grounds had been walked by him. He'd memorised the curvature of the tunnels, how the gravel felt and sizzled satisfyingly under his feet, how a family of rodents would congregate in a corner to tap-dance and engage in miniscule mousey bacchanalia.

There was one thing, however, that the map couldn't show him, and it irritated him into his next life.

It couldn't reveal to him the way your eyes crinkle when you laughed. The map couldn't magically conjure up the image of you with your eyebrows furrowed as you concentrated on chopping up your ingredients in Potions class (rather unsuccessfully, he added, as a few had gone flying out the window from the sheer pressure of the knife's dull blade).

Every night, he cursed at the map, despite its jarring greatness.

Curse its limitations!

Wherefore be a magical map if its own magic had its limits? 

Merlin, the tempting thought of setting it ablaze had crossed his mind from time to time. Mind you, he most likely would have done it a long time ago had it not been for Fred accio-ing it out of his frustrated hands. ("For Godric's sake, you twat, pull yourself together! It's not like you don't see her face every day!")

And so, George found himself sprawled out in the courtyard, snow piling on his body as his eyes studied the "Y/N" waltzing around on the map. He could have sworn he heard the sound of the parchment's crinkling distort into something that resembled somewhat of a taunting giggle. He stared at your name scribbled on it. 

And he stared.

And he stared.

Maybe, he thought, if he stared long enough, your face would finally show up on the map instead of  letters, scriptures and the names of students he had no regard for.

With one final frustrated sigh, he managed his mischief and folded the spare bit of parchment.

"Harry's better off with this."

George soon found himself trudging through the snow, grumbling moodily under his breath, and was now on his way to give away the magical map that only painfully reminded him of the distance between him and you.

Sodding map.

[bdsmrist]

eyo kim a f*g fr cus what the fuck do u mean “the green goes well with the orange”?????? the green SHOES?!?! go well with kim’s orange JACKET?!?!? THOSE TWO THINGS ARENT EVEN AT CLOSE PROXIMITY TO EACH OTHER!!!!!!! WHAT DO U FUCKING MEAN “THEY LOOK WELL TOGETHER”?!:.?$.:! ALSO DO THEY?????? *DOES* green and orange look good together?!?!?!? aside from this homosexual aesthetic we have all just unanimously decided is the case????????? green and orange arent even complimentary colors. its just two random colors. like purple and green. do purple and green “look good together” aside from when its on a fkn halloween witch? im not mad im just saying lieutenant crocadiles got nothin to do w oranges. no one is looking at those damn shoes and thinking “hm, the detective’s shoes sure do match his partners aeropilot jacket swell” when theyre probably too distracted by harry’s insane tie or skimpy ass-tight disco pants— oh my god i just realized HARRY’S FUCKING JACKET IS GREEN OH MY GOD KIM WHY DONT JUST SAY THE JACKET LOOKS GOOD???? DID U FORGET THE HE HAS A GREEN JACKET ON?!?!?!?!?!? kim kitsuragi you stupid useless fruit why are u saying these nonsense things just say u think his shoes are cool and u want to fuck oh my god-

[sitp-recs]

Could you please recommend a fic where Harry falls for Draco first and Draco wasn't pining for all those years?

Sort of like a temporarily unrequited love.

Thank you

Hello! Absolutely, love me a smitten Harry. Here are some recs for you:

Solve Us Like a Mystery by tryslora (T, 11k)

When Harry stops in at the bookstore where Draco works, they find a surprising shared interest in mysteries. Draco doesn't expect to see Harry again, and he definitely doesn't expect to become the subject of unexpected investigation that may endanger the life of his unborn child, and at the same time, may bring him the kind of happiness he never thought he'd have after the war.

Voices From The Fog by noeon (E, 13k)

After years of running away, Harry crosses paths with an all-too familiar face and follows him to Amsterdam.

We Might Be Too Old for a Bildungsroman by calrissian18 (T, 21k)

Harry finds something he’s been looking for since the war’s end. Admittedly, the packaging’s a bit odder than he expected.

I Bet That You Look Good on the Dancefloor by birdsofshore (E, 28k)

Harry felt lit up from inside as soon as he entered the bar. There were blokes dancing together, their bodies close to one another, not keeping a wary distance as Harry was always careful to do when he was near another man. God, he wanted this – wanted it so much he could taste it, a metallic tang of heat and desire. He suspected nothing would ever be the same again – especially when he saw who else was in the room.

Faint Indirections by ignatiustrout (T, 29k)

Draco Malfoy is the last person Harry expects to turn up in Boston, Massachussetts. But now he's here, and he won't stop requesting books from the library where Harry works.

Take the Air by dysonrules (M, 51k)

Someone or something is attacking Muggles and leaving them for dead. Auror Harry Potter is assigned to the case, but with his usual partner unavailable, he is stuck with the most annoying Auror ever to walk the halls of the Ministry.

Modern Love by tackytiger (E, 61k)

Harry Potter, of all people, knows that life isn’t always fair. And no one gets to be happy all of the time. But surely there’s something more—something better—than a rubbish Ministry job, and a lonely old house, and that feeling that everyone out there is doing a better job of living than Harry is.

Azoth by zeitgeistic (E, 88k)

Now that Harry is back at Hogwarts with Hermione for eighth year, he realises that something’s missing from his life, and it either has to do with Ron, his boggart, Snape, or Malfoy. Furthermore, what, exactly, does it mean when one’s life is defined by the desire to simultaneously impress and annoy a portrait? Harry has no idea; he’s too busy trying not to be in love with Malfoy to care.

What We Pretend We Can't See by gyzym (M, 131k)

Seven years out from the war, Harry learns the hard truth of old history: it’s never quite as far behind you as you thought.

Can't Sit Still by wilteddaisy (E, 193k)

Five years after the war, Harry finds himself drawn to Draco Malfoy by memories that aren't his own.

A Secondary Education by Thunderbird587 (E, 234k)

Fleeing the aftermath of his recent divorce, Draco Malfoy takes up a post as the new Potions Master at Hogwarts. At first he believes his hopes for a fresh start are dashed when he sees that a certain boyhood rival is on staff there as well. But Harry Potter is being weirdly nice to him, leaving Draco no choice but to play along.

Turn by Saras_Girl (E, 306k)

One good turn always deserves another. Apparently.

[sleepydesires]

Quiet mornings with you

Click the read more for a surprise ;)

[bythepen98]

Tomarry 💚❤️️

Time Travel au (brief)

It was Harry who decided that Tom looked comfy enough to sleep on and obviously Tom wasn't going to say no to that. He's the kind of obsessive bastard who can't function without constantly touching Harry in some way or another, so acting as Harry's makeshift bed during his naps is a dream come true. Harry thinks that the horcrux inside him might have addictive, maybe even healing?, properties to the main body, or something along those lines, because why else would Tom be all clingy with him considering their less than stellar beginning? but being touch starved himself, he welcomes it and tries not to think too hard about how nice it feels holding hands with his supposed nemesis whenever they walk down the halls together in school. He also keeps the image of Ron and Hermione giving him the side eye locked very tightly in a box, shoved firmly in the darkest corner of his mind, whenever situations - like him deciding to visit Tom in the Slytherin common room and proceeding to glomp on him while they're in the middle of a Knights meeting - happen. (Cue Knights going bug eyed as Tom, unphased, readjusts Harry in his lap and continues on with the meeting. It will happen often enough that the members don't bat an eyelash to such occurrences anymore and decide not to question the ambiguous nature of their relationship either bc a content Tom is a less crucio happy Tom.) Bottom line: Harry's perfectly fine with living in denial, thank you very much, because as far as he is concerned, he's not the savior of anything anymore in this reality. A sane and very handsome*cough* Tom Riddle who somehow sees him and his opinions in high regard, is willing to take a less radical route regarding his still world dominating plans (Harry will take what he can get bc he knows a lost cause when he sees one), has no qualms giving him affection and promises to spoil him rotten as long he stays by his side? Yeah, even Merlin won't be able to convince him to go back to his old timeline. He's fine with seeing his old friends again in a different, hopefully better, future.

:')☝️☝️

kofi ⭐https://ko-fi.com/i/IB0B1N306Z

[rockingrobin69]

Hey! How are you? If you don’t mind, I would like a trick!!

Hello there! Here is your post-Halloween trick, rated M.

Wet Wet Wet

Who thought this was a good idea? Draco vaguely remembered Potter grumbling about the cold. He looked so infuriatingly good in Draco’s borrowed hat and scarf, and the rest of the day was slightly fuzzy—Pansy was probably the one who offered the estate, and someone was weak enough to say yes.

Oh, no, that was probably him. Why did he have to mention the heated pool? Why, why, could he never keep his mouth shut. Now he had a practically-naked Potter a few laps away, laughing (did he always—with that laughter, the one that made Draco’s knees turn liquid), with his wet bloody eyelashes and his chest and his arms and his. His. Draco closed his eyes and could still see it.

“Darling,” Blaise said at his side. “Chin up. You don’t have to look so miserable.”

“Noted, thank you.”

A huff more exasperated than Draco deserved. “Just go in the water, silly. It’s really so nice.”

“Will you just—” Potter gave a particularly loud guffaw, and there was no way Blaise missed Draco’s flinch. The way his hands kept twitching at his sides. The next sigh was a good bit gentler.

“Draco,” he paused, shook his head. “Hey, Potter!”

Everything froze still. From between his teeth, “Blaise.”

“Yeah?” twisting towards him in an impossibly elegant motion, coming to rest his perfect chin on the pool’s edge.

Draco couldn’t breathe. “Blaise.”

“Did you know Draco can’t swim?”

“No chance,” Potter grinned, lifting his perfect eyes to where Draco was dying. “Is that true?”

Words failed him. “I,” he said, stupidly. Begging: “Blaise.”

“Too true. I heard he was so scared to go in the water as a child—(“Blaise!”)—that he tried to drown his instructor in the practice tub.”

Potter, amazingly, magnificently, laughed. “That’s definitely a lie.”

“Aw, you have such faith in him, do you?”

He pulled a little further out of the water, so his (wet, glistening, perfect) torso was leaning on the edge, and his face was close to Draco’s knee. “All I’m saying is, if Draco wanted out of swim lessons, he’d devise a much more nefarious plan than the practice tub.”

Yes, yes, nefarious and, ah, a bead of water running down Potter’s neck stole his entire presence of mind. Tongue darting out to lick—get a hold of yourself, Malfoy. Draco’s breathing was loud enough to startle him. He couldn’t remember what they were talking about.

“All yours,” Blaise was saying in the periphery, and Potter’s eyes were so bright. “Coming, Weasley? I promised to show you the wine cellar.”

“Perfect, mate,” Weasley hopped out, sopping wet and shaking himself wet-dogged-ly on the floor. Draco would normally mind, but Potter was looking at him. “Don’t let the little snake drown you, eh, Harry?”

Potter rolled his eyes, and his hand was—oh. He was offering it to, to Draco. Draco… wasn’t entirely sure he was conscious anymore.

The sound of their leaving was wet and inconsequential. Potter laughed, waving his hand in front of Draco’s face. “Well?” and Draco, ah, would probably go anywhere he’d, ah, direct, and found himself on his feet and preparing to jump before he remembered he was still fully clothed.

Torpedo-ing out of the jumper, the shirt, the jeans, till he was hopefully only in swim shorts, jumping so fast with his heart thundering in his chest: and Potter cheered, swimming around him in circles, shark-y and gorgeous and perfect, perfect.

“Well,” he was saying, “I suppose if you really can’t swim, then I’ll have to teach you from the beginning.” Drifting behind him to hold Draco’s shoulders, one arm snaking around his belly.

He’d been swimming since he was four, had even gone on a few competitions.

“Yes,” Draco choked out. “From the beginning.”

Potter fitted their hips together, his—oh god, oh god, semi-hard cock in the cleft of Draco’s arse. “Okay,” he said, so serious all of a sudden, skimming gently fingers on Draco’s jumping muscles. “All right. So, slowly, yeah? What do you, er, want to…”

Anything you want, Draco thought. “Anything you want,” was what he actually said. Potter made a low sound, crushed them even closer together. “Yes,” Draco said, and leaned his head back on Potter shoulder.

“Slowly,” Potter said, an order this time, and Draco shivered, nodded. Potter rewarded him with a tiny kiss to the place between his neck and his shoulder. His hand kept sneaking lower to the very-noticeable tenting in Draco’s shorts. “Slowly,” again, soft in his ear when Draco squirmed, gave this half-yelp, half-curse.

Leading them back until Potter was leaning against the wall. “Fuck,” he whispered, warm and ticklish just behind Draco’s ear, and when Draco jumped he laughed.

“Better than your old swimming instructor, hmm?”

Did other people still exist? “Yes,” Draco breathed, melting into his hand. His reward this time was a stroke, and every hair on his body rose.

This was a terrible idea—a brilliant one. Potter held him and Draco was seeing actual stars. The estate had more than just a heated pool—in fact, his old room should still be prepped. Maybe he could take Potter there and… ah. His toes curled with blistering, agonising pleasure.

“Potter,” Draco moaned, and stopped thinking altogether.

[crimsonlovebartylus]

rebellious regulus, finally doing a big fuck you to his parents and deciding the first thing he wants to do is get a tattoo and he stumbles upon "snake venom tattoo's" and meets the owner, Barty with the green streak on his hair, lip and eyebrow piercing and nose stud and covered with tattoos about greek mythology and death - smirking at regulus and asking him "what would you like?" and regulus brain short-circuits and igoing, "you." and barty smirking more, when regulus cheeks turn red and leaning forward and saying, "we could arrange that".

yeah i like that.

[blinger301]

Muggle! AU

Pansy:*At a music festival, spots a face painter*: Hmm, Hey Dray~

Draco *Glued to his phone*: Hm?

Pansy: Wanna go paint our faces?

Draco *Looks up*: What? No! I will not have my face ruined.

Pansy *Tugging on his hand*: Oh come on~ It'll be fun

Draco: I will absolutely not- *Sees the face painter* see you upset, let's go.

Pansy *Being dragged by Draco*: Mhm

*After 5 mins of waiting in line*

Harry (Face painter): What would you like?

Draco *Sitting on a stool*: Musical notes

Harry gently takes Draco's chin to steady it before starting. He gradually moves his head from side to side until he is done, all while they are in close proximity of each other.

Harry: Done

Draco pays then they leave.

Draco *Dreamily*: I like face painting

Pansy: Mhm. It looks so cool- What's that?

Draco *Pulling out his phone camera*:...

Pansy*Smirking*: He got skills

A number was written under his chin.

[Inspired by a post I just saw.]

[pixlerelish]

Sejal...

[descendantofthesparrow]

Can't stop this feeling - Harry Hook x reader- SMUT FIC- P6

SMUT FIC-MINORS DNI- All ‘important’ characters are 18+!

warning; slightly dubcon due to drugged sex, only Harry is drugged (he fully aware about what’s going on and is consensual (both parties are), but its still drugged sex) basically sex pollen smut but its sex potion, SMUT, unprotected sex (don worry (y/n) is on birth control)

=

Finally, you returned to Auradon-and you had returned dating Harry Hook. The ship pulled into port, you and Harry holding hands with Uma and Gil on either side-CJ yelling up to her big brother with the smee twins at her sides-Harriet behind them looking down at her phone.

Harry grinned at seeing his family, curling his arm around your waist and leading you towards the exit landing, suitcases in hand as you stepped off the ship. “Harry~!” CJ cheered, throwing her hands into the hair as she bolted towards him, the smee twins close behind. “how was it? Did ja’ have fun? Blow anything up?”

Harry chuckled, setting CJ on her feet, as she had jumped into his arms, and shaking his head. “it was amazing, yes it was fun, and no-I’m not ye.” CJ pouted, since apparently if you didn’t blow something up-you didn’t have fun. Her eyes drew to you, and they widened at the sight of Harry’s arm around your waist. “Dude-did you get a girlfriend?”

Cj squeaked, pointing right at you, her eyes alight with mischief. Harry snorted while you felt your face flush, feeling Harry pull you closer to his side. “Aye,” he rasped, turning to you with those pretty eyes of his. You puffed your cheeks at him slightly, knowing he was enjoying your flustered state in front of his sisters. “This is (y/n), we met due to a certain….incident” Harry paused, his eyes dilating for a moment as he stared at you-and you knew he was remembering that first night.

You just huffed, smacking his chest gently. “We bumped into each other during the first week and hit it off, he decided he liked me and asked me out-now we’re dating.” Harry just grinned, chuckling as you smacked his chest again. CJ narrowed her eyes at the both of you, knowing there was more to the story but she had a feeling she wouldn’t be able to dig it out of her big brother.

“Okay then,” she snorted, grabbing your hand and dragging you away from Harry-who gave a sound of annoyance as CJ pulled you towards Harriet. "Welcome to the hook fam (y/n)! we're all insane and pyromaniacs~" Harriet bopped CJ on the head as the two of you reached her, prying CJ’s grip from your arm.

“Tha’ts jus’ you CJ, Harry and I don’t blow shit up jus’ by lookin’ at em” Harriet sighed, and you could spot the same scales that Harry had on her upper cheeks, the sun hitting them just right. So both she and Harry were half-mers then, cool. “I’m Harriet,” you took her outstretched hand and she pulled you just closer, her bright blue eyes staring into yours-her pupil sharpening a bit. “jus’ a small warnin’ lass, ye hurt Harry-ye won’t live to tha’ next day. Got it?”

You just nodded; you had no plans to hurt him. “Good.” Harriet murmured, a small smirk growing on her face. Harry stepped up behind you and sighed, rolling his eyes fondly “Was she threatin’ yeh?” Harry asked, curling his arms around your shoulders and pulling you into his chest, his smirk against your cheek. You nodded, turning your head to whisper in his ear. “I don’t think she has to worry though; I have no plans of hurting what’s mine.”

Harry giggled, his cheeks turning pink as Harriet rolled her eyes, turning on her heel to head towards the parking lot. “Come’ on ye runts, let’s get ye back to the school, classes start back up tomorrow.” Harry groaned at the thought of going back to class but followed, his hand finding yours and rubbing his thumb against the top of your hand.

-

In the weeks following the cruise, things went back to normal-well, as normal as they were but now you were dating the ‘hottest’ dude in school. You could tell many were jealous of you, but many found it in themselves to not jeer at you or be mean. All except one. Nyx. You could tell she had it out for you. Many times you found your things missing before class, your locker was broken into, personal items missing, one time your meal ticket was stolen and Harry had offered to share his tray; but thanks to Mrs. Potts being so nice-you were given a new ticket the next day and free meals for the day you didn’t have one.

Harry was getting increasingly frustrated for you, knowing the only reason you were getting bullied was because of him. He desperately wanted to know who was targeting you, he had many suspects but he had been unable to pinpoint exactly who it was just yet.

Harry sighed, it was about a month after the cruise, classes were done for the day and the weekend had arrived. He glanced around for you, knowing you were getting changed after finishing up swim club with Uma. He needed to find out who was fucking around, it was unfair to you; just because he liked you and chose you-didn’t mean you deserved anything horrid.

He glanced behind him, seeing Nyx staring back, her eyes hooded and dark, she licked her lips when she caught his eyes and he quickly turned away-shivers of queasiness running up his spine. Fuck he really didn’t like being in the same space as her; he had a strong feeling she was behind your bullying encounters, but he didn’t have any proof.

Harry felt another shiver go down his spine-this one pleasant and grabbing his attention. He turned, beaming as he saw you and Uma step into the hall, your hair still a bit wet from the club and your cheek scales shimmering in the fluorescent light of the hall. He stood from his spot on the bench, running over to you and grabbing you in a hug, muttering your name into your shoulder as you laughed; Uma teasing him as she went to get her dinner.

“I missed yeh,” Harry mumbled as he set you down, following you towards the line for dinner. You rolled your eyes fondly; he was such a dork. “You saw me two hours ago during history, Harry.” You hummed, taking his hand and giggling as he pouted. “Two hours too long,” he muttered back, smiling as you leaned up and pecked his cheek.

“Dork,” you mumbled against his skin, skipping into the line as Harry went back to the table he picked out, finally starting to eat his food as he waited for you and Uma, Gil was two tables over with Jay, Jane, and Carlos; leaving Harry alone with the girls. Harry grabbed his soda and took a sip-momentarily distracted as he watched you walk over to the table and sat down next to him-swallowing the fizzy drink without tasting it as he swung his leg over to straddle the bench to face you as you laughed at his actions.

It was his first relationship-so you had expected him to be eager, but this was all too damn cute coming from the hard-headed pirate. You said as such and Harry turned pink, pouting at you while you giggled behind your hand. Harry’s hand found your thigh and he grinned, squeezing it slightly as you gasped, glaring at him slightly as his hand gently traced up on your leg, his fingers towards your waist.

“Cute eh?” he mumbled, eyes going to your lips, a smirk on his. You grabbed his hand, narrowing your eyes at him playfully as he chuckled, he leaned close to you, his breath against your skin “I was thinkin’ you, me? At the lake tonight?” You hummed in agreement, a smile on your lips. Harry had been wanting to have a date at the nearby lake, not the enchanted lake that was too far to go out to even for a weekend. But it was a quant lake that had a few hidden caverns deep within the water, one you frequently went to when you needed a break.

You nodded, giggling as you felt Harry’s lips against yours in a quick kiss, he almost looked giddy with the idea of a date-you hadn't been able to go on a proper one since Puerto Rico-speaking of which; Harry always carried around his new knife and you were nearly always wearing the jewelry he had gifted you, the obsidian rock always sitting in your pocket.

“Great, meet me there at one am,” Harry continued to whisper and you giggled, curfew was relaxed on the weekends, but there were still enchanted knights and supervisors wandering the halls looking for anyone up and around past curfew. So you were going to have to sneak past everyone to make it to the lake to meet harry.

Luckily for you, your dorm faced the path towards the lake-so you could just slip out your window, meanwhile, Harry would have to go all sneaky-like. You glanced to the side as you felt eyes burning into your head, seeing Nyx glaring at you. You just looked away, not caring about her.

-

Nyx smiled from across the hall, seeing Harry continuing to drink his soda. While he had gotten up to greet you and Uma, she had slipped his half of the potion into his drink; which she had remade to be tasteless, and much more potent. With the two of you so far apart, thanks to the dorm building, this time-this time; She would be in his way, and he would finally be hers.

-

Harry clenched his teeth as he felt that now familiar heat bubble and course beneath his skin, sweat dripping down his face as he panted. “Fuck,” he whispered, gasping in pain as a cramp rushed through his body. shit-shit shit shit-and here he thought he was finally safe from that damned drug and whoever was drugging him.

But here he was, just minutes before 1 am, horny as all hell with no way to help himself. Thank the gods he had asked you out on a date. But he had to get there first, and he was still in his room, his swim shorts painfully tight and aches rushing through his body.

“Fuck.” Harry hissed out, curling in on himself as a wave of intense arousal hit his core, panting as drool dripped down his chin. He could smell you, his eyes drawn to your scrunchie that rested on his nightstand. He swallowed hard-your faint scent making him ache for you, his cock twitching beneath his swim trunks.

He scrambled for his phone, doing his best to text you what was going on, but he couldn’t get his fingers to cooperate, so he settled for calling you. “Lass?” he rasped out, gasping as another cramp ran up his spine, he nearly collapsed on his bed, your voice on the other side of the call calming the heat for only a moment. “It happened-fuck-again, i-i-I don’t fuuummm.” His eyes nearly rolled back and his knees hit the floor as a strong pulse ran from his cock up to his chest, blurring his mind. “H-help.”

You nearly panicked from the other end of the call, glancing back towards the path that led towards the dorm building. You were already in the lake-transformed into your mermaid form. “Can-can you walk at all?” you asked, biting your lip as Harry just let out a groan, which considering the circumstances, sent a shiver down your spine. Fuck-why did he sound so goddamn hot?

“no-no, it-fuck it hurts lass, like tha’ first night.” You cursed under your breath, tapping your fingers against your mouth as you thought about what to do. You could either go back to the dorms and sneak through the halls and possibly get caught trying to help him. or….or-OR! “I’m going to text Uma, she can teleport you here, okay?” Harry just groaned again, a near whimper coming from his throat. You swallowed, quickly hanging up and texting Uma, and no more than a minute later-something(someone) landed in front of you.

You looked up, seeing Harry kneeling before you, his eyes nearly violet as he panted, his body bare other than the jacket he wore and his swim trunks. “lass-“ he breathed, collapsing into you as you pulled yourself up and kissed him, curling your arms around his neck and tugging him into the lake-the cool waters nearly shocking his system but thanks to his half-Mer biology, he adjusted quickly and wrapped his arms around you, your scales pressing against his skin.

He whispered your name into your mouth, his cheeks bright red as you got to work pushing down his trunks, your hands finding his dick. “(y/n),” he whined, biting his lip and burying his face in your neck as you began to stroke him, the cool water with your hand feeling quite odd-but good. “shit-“ your mouth found his jaw, nipping and sucking at the skin as he shivered under your touch, melting into you as his eyes wandered-finding the black dress you had worn before getting in the water.

Fuck you probably looked so damn hot in that, those sheer long sleeves that were sparkling like stars probably looked amazing on you-he would have to ask you to wear it again-he was ripped from his thoughts as you dipped below the water, your warm mouth wrapping around his dick and your tongue pressing against the bottom. “FUCK!” Harry yelped, his head falling back as he trembled in the water, the cool liquid keeping his body comfortable from that boiling heat.

“oh-oh gods-“ he whimpered out your name, his cheeks bright red as he braced himself against the shore, his breath turning to steam as it met the cool air. You looked up at him through the water, putting your hands on his thighs as you pulled nearly off his dick and swirled your tongue along the tip, smiling as he shook at the feeling, your name coming from his lips again.

“(y/n)-fuck-I’m!” Harry gasped and shuddered, his hands finding your hair and curling his fingers into it, gasping as his back arched and he came. Once again it was an inhuman amount, but now you wondered if It was due to his half-Mer biology instead of the drug.

You swallowed most of it, keeping what you couldn’t in your mouth as you slowly breached the surface, giggling at Harry’s face as he panted, his eyes flickering between ocean blue and violet, locked onto you and dilated. “fuck, yer so fukin’ amazin’ love.” Harry groaned, grabbing your face and you just swallowed the last of his cum as his lips met yours, he tasted himself on you as he wrapped his arms around you, feeling himself ache and shudder as your hand found his cock and led it to a slit that sat around your tails crotch area.

Harry moaned as you took his hips and pushed him inside you, his skin meeting your scales and your hands found his cheeks, thumbs rubbing against the shimmering opal scales. Harry kept letting out sweet little sighs and gasps as you guided his hips, and you slowly pulled the two of you beneath the water, Harry’s gills opening up as your lips met again.

Harry snatched your hands and put them around his neck as something snapped inside him, a low purring growl erupting from his throat, his eyes flashing violet as he began to thrust wildly inside you, reminding you of that first night as he fucked you hard and well.

“fuck-ye feel so fukin’ good, so fuckin’ perfect-“ Harry gasped into your ear, his arms around your waist as his hips snapped into you. You could hardly hold onto him, this was different than the last two times-it felt-so fucking good-sparks of lightning traveling through your skin each time he moved, the mark on your neck tingling every time his chin brushed against it.

You realized-this was the first time you have had sex since the night you became bonded mates-so now everything was elevated to heights you couldn’t even imagine. You moaned out his name, feeling that familiar coil in your gut and sparks running up from the edge of your tail.

Your lips met again, your hands tangling in his hair as you felt that coil snap, fireworks traveling your skin as Harry groaned into your mouth, his hips stuttering as he came. You felt him fill you up, panting as he pulled out, his brows furrowing as he watched the slit close and keep his cum inside you. “mermaid biology’s weird” you giggled to him, and he laughed, taking your lips again taking you above the water, lifting you out and bracing you against the stone gazebo.

You let your tail split into legs, shuddering as Harry’s cum spilled out of you and pooled at your ass. “fuck,” Harry muttered, taking his hands and spreading your legs-getting a good look at your leaking cunt. “gods how lucky I am ta’ have ye,” You gasped as he slid back inside you, just as hard as he was when you had started. Your legs wrapped around his waist and arms around his neck-holding him close as snapped his hips against your thighs, gasping and crying out each time he hit that sweet spot inside you.

“Harry-fuck-ah!”

Just like that night he had a double dose back on the ship-Harry fucked you through several orgasms of his own, pushing you through your overstimulation and bringing you to new heights, your senses heightened and pleasure heightened thanks to your bond. By 2 am; you were exhausted, tingly, full of Harry, and sweaty. The bite on your neck tingled as Harry’s breath ghosted across it as he rested his head on your shoulder, still inside you as you both came down from your final highs.

“Damn,” Harry breathed, slowly sitting up and pulling out, huffing in exhausted arousal as he watched his cum pour out of you. “I didn’t even taste anythin’ in any of me drinks today…maybe they’re getting’ smarter?” Harry asked, not really expecting an answer but simply ranting, taking your overheated body and bringing you into the water, your heads dipping below the cool surface as your legs turned back into a tail.

You turned to face him, admiring his opal scales that glimmered under the moonlight that broke through the surface of the water, his eyes enchanting as ever as they returned to their natural ocean blue. “how do you feel about going to Neverland for your birthday?” you asked quietly against his lips, and his body froze, staring into your eyes. His face crumbled into unbelieving great fullness and he nodded, bringing you into the strongest hug you had ever felt.

You hummed into him, cuddling into his shoulder and wrapping your tail around his legs, your thumbs rubbing his scales as he whispered many ‘thank you’s into your ear.

-

“They-they fucking bonded him?” Nyx whispered to herself in pure outrage and disbelief, her eyes on the healed bite mark on Harry’s inner neck that mirrored the one on the boyfriend stealer. The fish bitch had actually bonded her fucking man-they had fully stolen Harry Hook from Nyx. “I’m going to fucking kill her,” Nyx hissed, forcing herself to leave as her ears began to burn hearing the mermaid's name from Harry’s lips.

This had gone on long enough-she was going to reclaim what was hers.

And if she couldn’t get rid of you? And free harry from whatever spell you had put him under-she would make sure no one could have him.

-end of p6-

P6 P6~ and Nyx is getting some-nasty-ideas, almost as nasty as her drugging harry in an attempt to rape him and impregnate herself through doing so~ :D yeah shes lil(very) fucked up. Uhhhhh idk when the next update is but yeah~!

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