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[justagirlwholikesadam]

Crush

Severus Snape x Fem! Reader

Summary: James Potter has a crush on a Slytherin but not just any Slytherin. James has a crush on Severus' girlfriend.

A/N: I had this idea and I couldn't sleep until I have typed it down. By the way, I haven’t read the books so if something doesn’t make sense just ignore it or stop reading. I'm not bashing on James or any one, so don't come for me. Enjoy! -L

WARNING: NSFW, Severus gets the girl, James has a crush, peeping tom, Severus becomes good, high school crushes, Severus gets his happy ending.

Word Count: 4.1K

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James thought someone had cast a spell on him because it was the only way that this shit could happen to him. He was crushing hard on the new Slytherin girl who entered in his 5th year. Harmless crush, he will get over it because he had his eyes set on Lily Evans. Sweet and beautiful Lily but in his 6th year, the new girl entered Quidditch and it bothered him when they played against each other. He found out your name when the announcer called it out when you got a winning score.

After every game he had against House Slytherin he would end up in the locker room. Showering with his cock in his hand as he pressed his forehead against the wall. He jerked his cock as he remembered the tight black trouser you had on. The way you pinned your hair back so it wouldn't get in your face while flying. How flushed your face looked after a game, how your lips looked parted as you breathed heavily.

“Fuc-cck.” James moaned loudly as he came on the tile wall of the shower. He felt wrong for liking a Slytherin, he has to hate them. They were evil and they didn't care about anymore but themselves. However his cock had a mind of its own. It wanted you.

He started to think about you more, the moment he woke up. You plagued his dreams and he dreamt being in bed with you, holding you and talking to you. Sirius and Remus started to talk among themselves when Lily passed by them in the Great Hall for breakfast, James usually followed her like a puppy whenever he saw her but recently James was always deep in thought. None of his friends saw how James would look across the tables when bringing his cup of pumpkin juice up to his lips. Remus and Sirius were on him when he started to choke on his pumpkin juice. Sirius was slapping his back while Remus started to grab napkins from the far end of the table to clean James’ mess. The juice had fallen all over the table.

“Mate, are you good?” Sirius asked as James coughed once more. James nodded before looking over at the sight that made choke.

Severus sat next to you and you were talking to him as you passed him a plate of buttered toast. James couldn't help but look away in jealousy when you leaned closer to Severus’ face and whispered something to him. Severus’ cheeks grew pink at your words and James stood up from his seat.

“I’ll catch up with you guys later.” James said and without waiting for his friends’ response. He quickly walked out of the Great Hall passing Lily without a single glance.

“He's alright?” Lily asked as she walked towards Remus and Sirius. They shrugged their shoulders before finishing their meal.

6th year was coming to an end and James still kept quiet about his crush on you. He pretended everything was normal and kept his guard up whenever you passed by. Summer was coming and the students were starting to get rid of their cloaks and sweaters. James thought he was going to faint when he saw you walking into class. The weather was humid and you wore a short sleeve button down shirt, you had ditches the pantyhose and wore black thigh high socks. James swore he had passed away when he saw your bare upper thighs when you sat down.

He kept looking at your thighs and began to wonder if your thighs were soft, he wondered if you were sensitive there. His eyes began to travel over your body, your arms and your shoulders, he lets out a sigh when he saw you pulling a book out of your bag. You looked ahead and made eye contact with him. Giving him a tight lipped smile you turn back around and face towards the blackboard. James looked around and saw you had an empty seat next to you. He was thinking of an idea to come up to tell Peter. He usually sat next to Peter during this class. James was about to stand up to make his move when you looked over your shoulder and let out a smile, too busy looking at you he didn’t even realize the person you were smiling at. James felt someone pass him and saw they had sat down next to you. He slowly sat back down and realized it was Severus. Peter came soon after and sat next to James who kept quiet throughout the entire class. Peter thought James was getting sick when he hadn't made a joke on Severus who was sitting with you a few feet ahead of them. Unknown to Peter, James was staring daggers at Severus when he saw Severus’ hand get closer to your lap under the desk. He was about to pull away when you grabbed a hold of his hand and placed it under your skirt on your right upper thigh. Severus’ shoulders tensed up when you leaned back and spread your legs wider.

Severus’ hand remained on your upper thigh throughout the entire class and James was red in the face. The second that class was dismissed; he was the first to leave, making a scene that Severus and you look over at the entrance with a weird look. Last year of Hogwarts came and the news about Severus and your relationship was the talk of the school. James and Sirius walked together as a group of girls squealed when they saw the couple ahead of them. Severus and you walking side by side down the hallway.

“What a freak show.” Sirius mumbled under his breath.

“They were cuddling on the train ride here.” One of the younger girls said to her friends.

“Lucius said it was about time before he graduated. He’s their number 1 fan, apparently.” The other said, making the rest giggle at the thought of their oldest classmate cheering Severus and you being together.

“You're telling me Snivellus has a girl before us.” Peter commented as he stood by his friends. “Good for him. They look happy.” James, Peter and Sirius looked over their shoulder at Remus who stood behind him.

“What?! I’m just saying.” Remus said as he wrapped his arm over Sirius’ shoulder and looked over at James. “Heard the girls talking about Lily coming up to you soon.” James tears away from you and looks at Remus.

“Really?” James asked. Remus nodded at him with a smile. They all knew how James wanted to go out with Lily. James tried his hardest to get you out of his mind for the last year, he knew it was going to be hard when he found out you were in four of his classes and two of them you were with Severus.

Severus had changed throughout the summer and James believed it was because of you. Severus did not look lanky at all anymore, his hair looked soft and it had grown longer throughout the summer. His clothes looked fitted and had no holes in them. James almost snapped his quill in half in mid writing when he saw Severus moving his hair to the side and saw a hickey on the fair skin of his neck. James was over the moon when he asked Lily out and she finally said yes. He invited her to The Three Broomsticks the coming weekend. He wanted to joy it, he really did but as Lily spoke her appearance changed into you. He drowned himself in Butterbeer as he tried his best to keep up with the conversations. It didn't help when he saw a group of Slytherin walking inside. His eyes widened when he saw Severus and you walking, holding hands as you entered with the group.

Severus was talking with someone when he sat down next to you casually throwing an arm around your shoulders. He did it so nonchalantly that it made James mad. He looked so normal with you and you leaned against him placing a hand on his lap.

“They look good together.” Lily said then looked back at James who frowned.

“What?” He asked Lily, she repeated herself with a smile. “He spoke to me before summer break.” James grew a scowl. “What did he say?” James asked, about to get up but Lily grabbed a hold of his arm pulling him down.

“He didn't do anything. He spoke and he apologized again. I know he meant it this time. He wanted to say sorry and to thank me for being his friend when we were younger. He told me how he met Y/n and how much he loves her.” James felt ill to his stomach as Lily spoke about Severus talking about you.

“They got muggle jobs during summer break and are saving up to go to Paris after graduation.” James frowned looking down at his drink.

“I’m so happy for him and he told me that he's happy for me too. Y/n told me she’ll kick your butt if you do anything bad to me. She’s really nice.” James looks up.

“You met her?! Spoke to her?” James asked and Lily nodded.

“Yeah, we spoke on the train ride on the first day back to Hogwarts. I saw them both in the cart. Severus introduced me to her. She’s really pretty.” Lily said before taking a drink of her Butterbeer. James quickly changed the topic, not wanting to speak more about Severus and you. He had to get you out of his mind, this is madness, he thinks to himself.

James found himself alone in the hallways after his date with Lily. He couldn't sleep and told Remus he was going to walk for a bit. He needed fresh air, with the map in his back pocket and his wand in his hand, lit up. He made sure no professor was roaming around and he took the shortcuts that he saw on the map. He decided he was going to heat some milk up to help him sleep. He kept thinking how the last year of Hogwarts for him was coming to an end and James couldn't be more happier. He was finally going to get rid of you and Severus. He never wanted to see you again. He believes the distance would be good. He wouldn't have to think about you, he wouldn’t have to dream about you. He has Lily now and he couldn't be more merry about it.

About to make it to the kitchen he froze when he heard giggling coming from inside.

“Nox.” James whispered and the light at the end of his wand dimmed down. Quickly grabbing the map from his back pocket he walked to the nearest window of the hall. He used the moonlight to see who was in the kitchen. He almost ripped the map when he saw Severus and your name standing in the middle of the kitchen. Another giggle rang out and he froze when you moaned Severus’ name.

Leave James. Leave. James, fucking leave. He was at war in his mind when he heard a low moan. He shoved the map in his back pocket and wished he had his cloak. He stares down at the knob as he hears Severus moan your name. It made the hairs on the back of James’ neck stand up.

He doesn't know how long he took but he managed to turn the knob and was surprised when there was no charmed lock on the door. He slowly opens it and looks through the crack of the doorway. James hits the frame of his glasses with the door when he leans forward and his breath hitched at the sight of Severus. Severus was sitting down, his head was thrown back, his shirt was unbuttoned and open showing his pale and smooth chest. His collarbone stood out when he leaned back once more with a deep moan. James looked down to see Severus’ hands deep in your hair. You're down on your knees between Severus’ legs. James can hear you moaning as you sucked Severus off. He can hear you gagging and your wet moans.

He watches as Severus pulls you away from his cock, you're huffing and trying to catch your breath as you stare up at Severus. James can't see your face but the way Severus is looking down at you and the trail of saliva on Severus’ long cock. He knows you are loving it, you love being on your knees for him. Severus leans down to kiss you, cupping your face as he deepens the kiss.

“Please.” James hears you beg with a whimper.

“What do you want, love? Tell me.” Severus asked as he began to kiss your cheek down to your neck. His long fingers are quickly unbuttoning your shirt. James watched how Severus kissed you so desperately as he takes you in his arms.

“I want your cock. I need it.” James bites his bottom lip at your words. Severus helps you stand up and pulls you to stand between his legs.

James watched as you kissed him, wrapping your arms around Severus’ neck. Severus' hands wanders behind you and James feels face turn bright red when he saw Severus' hands go under your skirt, pulling your black underwear down to your ankles. Severus unclip the skirt from your hips and let it drop on the kitchen floor. His hands quickly go up to touch your ass, he plays with it and squeezes it as he looks up at you. James hears Severus and you speaking in low whispers. He hears the words I love you and I can't wait.

“As much as I love your nose.” You said but trailed off with a moan when Severus leaned down to kiss your mound. His sticky hands grab a hold of your underwear and toss them aside.

“I need your cock. Please.” You pleaded, making Severus chuckle as he stood up from his seat. Severus turns you around and leans you over the table. “Mulciber is waiting for his sandwich.” Severus mumbles and groans when you look over your shoulder at him as you grind your ass against him.

“He’ll get it soon. He can wait. He's not going to starve to death.” James can’t help but stare at your bra, the lacy bra looked so delicate holding your breasts. Severus cups your breasts from behind, squeezing them over the bra before one of his hands goes between your legs making you whine.

“Shhh, You have to be quiet. Don’t want one of the elves coming here and seeing you dripping wet for my cock.” James saw a bright smile appear on your face as Severus teased you.

“Sev!” You shouted as Severus propped one of your legs up on the table and pushed you down on the table. James can see you tremble and hears you begging Severus to fuck you.

James without a single thought in his head, take the wand from his right hand and begins to unbutton his trousers and unzips it slowly when Severus begins to thrust into you from behind. Your moans and the sound of skin slapping together filled the kitchen. James is jerking himself off harder when Severus pulled your hair, making you lean back taking his thrusts as you cry out. Severus moans as he kisses your neck, one of his hand pulls your bra down and your breasts are bouncing from how rough he’s fucking you.

“Sev!” You cry out when Severus brings his hand from your tit to your neck, holding it.

James is biting the inside of his cheek to not make a noise. He can taste the copper in his mouth when Severus tells you he’s about to cum.

“In me, baby. Fill me up.” Your voice cracks when Severus pulls you against him and groans as he speed up his thrusts.

“Take it. Take it, love. Take everything.” James watched as you drop your mouth open and began to tremble when Severus’ hand drop down between your legs. James wished the table was out of the way so he see your cunt. He hears it though, he can hear how wet it is.

James imagine your wet cunt on Severus’ face. The comment you made earlier was stained on his mind. You loved his nose, that hook nose that everyone made fun of it is now getting drenched by your juices.

James watched as you came undone as you leaned back at Severus, your leg had dropped down and you’re in Severus’ control. He wrapped his arms around you as he rammed himself inside, his face hidden between your neck and shoulder.

“Fuck-k Y/n!” Severus cried out as he held you tight as he came inside of you. James let out a whine when he felt his balls tighten at the sight of you. Your head is leaning back against Severus’ chest, your tits are bare, your hair tousled and the smell of sex filled James up. He cums in his hand and makes a loud noise.

“Who’s there?!” James jumps at Severus’ voice and quickly runs down the halls with his softened cock in the open and his right hand covered in cum.

Severus slams the door shut and walks back to you as he zips himself up. He hums at the sight of you and grabs the forgotten underwear on the floor. Tucking it in his back pocket, he watches as you lean against the table trying to catch your breath.

“Who was it?” Severus shook his head as he grabbed your skirt, wiping his hand over it making sure it was clean for you.

“No one was there.” He tells you as he wraps the skirt around your hips and clips it together. Severus watches as you begin to button your shirt back up. “I love you.” Severus spoke softly as he finished the last button of your shirt and fixed the collar of your shirt. Severus thinks he will never get tired of your smile. You smile bright at him before leaning forward to kiss his bare chest.

“I love you.” You said wrapping your arms around him. You pressed your face against his chest, enjoying his scent and his warmth. Severus kissed your forehead and hugged you back.

“Five more months.” You mumble against his skin and Severus smiles at your reminder. “Fuck, what kind of sandwich did Mulciber wanted?” You hear Severus ask from above.

“I have no idea.” You say pushing away from your boyfriend and helping him button his shirt as Severus began to accio the ingredients he needed to make a sandwich.

Mulciber was in bed reading the newspaper when Severus came walking in. Mulciber raised a brow at Severus who dropped a bag on his lap and walked over to his bed. Laying down with a sigh, he put his arms under his head.

“Did you ransack the kitchen?” Mulciber said with a chuckle as he took out three different types of sandwiches. Severus looks over at his friend who had a sly grin. Mulciber took note of Severus’ face, his lips were pink and looked puffy like he just finished setting the world record for the longest kiss. Mulciber can see a hickey peeking under Severus’ dark locks. The first two buttons of his shirt were undone and his hair was a mess and Severus looked completely relaxed.

Severus was sitting next to you in the Great Hall for breakfast the next day. He listened as you spoke with your friends about an essay due for class as he filled his plate up with waffles and sausages. He was about to ask you to pass him the maple syrup when he looked ahead and his eyes met with no other then James Potter. Severus frowned and looked away but then looks back again at James and noticed his eyes were on you now. You didn't pay attention, to focus on the meal in front of you and talking with your friends. Severus leans towards you.

"I think I found out who was peeping at us." Severus whispered making you freeze in mid bite and look over at him.

"Who?" You whispered. Severus points ahead with his chin and starts to cut his waffles. You look ahead slowly and looked at James who was talking with another boy, you didn't believed it until James looked back at you and his cheeks grew pink, he quickly avert his eyes from you.

"No fucking way. Why him? Doesn't he hate your guts?" Severus nods at you before looking back at you.

"There's only one way to find out." Severus said before biting into his waffles. "You mean Legilimens." Severus nodded at you.

James knew he shouldn't have looked ahead again. He felt embarrassed after last night, cumming at the sight of Severus fucking his girlfriend. James was about to leave when there was cheering and whistling ahead of them. His friends looked over their shoulders and James looked to see what the people were cheering. The entire Slytherin table were up on a roar as they saw you kissing Severus bright and early in the morning. Severus felt you place a hand on his chest and he almost forgot why you were doing it. He looked ahead to see your plan had worked, you had caught the attention of James Potter. The Gryffindor boy was staring right at Severus.

Severus took a deep breathe and enter into James' mind. Sirius placed a hand on James' shoulder when James winced, saying he just got a headache out of no where. Severus didn't need much time, he ran thorough James' mind with ease and when he found out what he was looking for he got out of his mind. You look over to see Severus' with a small frown as he stared down at his plate.

"I should kill him." Severus mumbled to you and you placed a hand on his leg under the table. "He thinks about you. He has cum at the thought of you. He saw us last night, Y/n."

"No more pranking, remember." You told him, grabbing a hold of his hand under the table. "Do not fret over him. He's just jealous that he can't have what he wants. Let him be. The school year is almost over and we will be out of here."

Severus lets out a sigh but nods at you. He continues on with his breakfast trying to ignore how James craved for you. The end of the school year came and every thought of James vanished away. Severus and you had bigger things to think about and plan. Your friends hugged you and begged you to write to them as soon you and Severus' landed in Paris. Severus' group of friends bid him goodbye and in hushed whispered let him know that he who should not be named was waiting for him when he returned.

In the train to the airport, you looked down at your tickets. Severus had come back to his seat and looks over at you. He holds a vial towards you and you grab it before feeling him kiss your forehead. You open it and you can smell the Polyjuice Potion.

"Sandra Johnson." Severus said as he takes an ID from the pocket of his cloak. Shutting the vial close and tucking it in your pocket, you grabbed the ID, you saw a picture of a older white woman with different color hair from yours. Severus shows you his, a picture of a older man who's blading and weighs more than he should.

"Clyde Johnson." You read the fake ID to Severus. "You have thought of everything." You added as you tucked the fake ID with your plane tickets to the States.

You lean against Severus who welcomed you into his arms. This was the plan, a plan to run away and never look back. Severus knew the Death Eaters wanted him to join, he was foolishly enough to listen to them and visited one of their meeting but at the end he couldn't go through with it not when he met you. You had changed him, he found himself wanting a future with you, away from everyone, away from the war. All of his life he had to deal with pain and suffering from the hand of his abusive father and from his bullies. Severus and you decided the night both of you confessed your love to one another that both of you were going to run away together and start somewhere new, somewhere where no one knows who Severus and Y/n are.

[lesbojournals]

Poly!Marauders x Slytherin!Reader

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“Tell me why I have to go to this godforsaken Gryffindor party again?” You bugged Regulus.

He sighed in annoyance as you two roamed the halls. “Because my godforsaken Gryffindor brother is forcing me to. And if I have to go you do too.”

You rolled your eyes. “Because that’s what best friends do. Torture each other.”

You were dressed casually, black sweater hanging off of your shoulder. You wore a green crystal necklace, as well as various rings and earrings. The walk to the Gryffindor commonroom was quiet, the halls empty as you and Regulus reluctantly made your way.

“Aren’t you worried we’re going to get caught?” You continued to pester Regulus.

“No.” He answered shortly. “Sirius has got Filch’s monitoring down to a perfect science. Well, maybe not perfect, but a science nonetheless.”

You arrived to the Fat Lady’s portrait, huffing as Regulus gave the password.

As you walked inside, your sensed were overwhelmed by the bright strobe lights, loud music, and lingering scent of weed.

“Reggie!” You heard a voice call out, and you looked around to spot no one else other than Sirius Black. 

He was dressed in tight black skinny jeans and a band shirt, eyeliner smudged with a wicked smile on his face. He had his arms around his boyfriends, Remus Lupin and James Potter. Remus was dressed in his Hogwarts uniform, his white button up unbuttoned a few at the top, revealing his chest. His tie hung loosely around his neck. James was dressed in ripped jeans and a Gryffindor Quidditch sweater. All three boys had smiles on their faces, each paying attention to different things. Sirius was beckoning Regulus over, James was chugging a drink, and Remus was in a heated conversation with Lily Evans.

You tried not to grimace. Egh, Gryffindors. 

Regulus grabbed your arm as he weaved the two of you through the crowd towards his brother.

Sirius flashed you a cheeky smile as you made eye contact. “Brought another snake with you?”

“Not willingly.” You retorted. 

Regulus sighed. “You’ll get over it.” 

“Hey!” James announced rather drunkenly. “You’re in my Transfiguration class.”

You nodded, crossing your arms. “And Potions.”

That perked up Remus’ attention. “You have Potions with us?”

Before you could answer, Sirius answered. “Yea, she sits next to Snivilus.”

You let out a chuckle at the nickname for your classmate. Remus also let out a small laugh as he got up from his seat.

“She laughs?” Sirius quipped.

“On occasion.” Regulus answered before you could snap back at him.

You glanced around the party, letting the brothers bicker between each other. 

You felt a tap on your shoulder and turned to find Remus Lupin. His hair wisped over his eyes as if just swept by the wind, and his honey eyes seemed to glow under the different lights the common room had shining. You blinked a few times. 

He smiled at you, holding up a cup. “Care for a drink?”

You took the cup from him, not letting yourself smile as big as you wanted to. “What is it?”

He seemed to be looking at you in adoration. Before he could tell you, Sirius interrupted. “Think we’re trying to poison you, darling?”

Regulus quipped back. “Don’t hit on my friend, Sirius!”

“You think that was hitting on her? Please, I-”

“I think that’s enough, honey.” Remus walked forward to put his hand on Sirius’ shoulder. He huffed and leaned into Remus’ touch. You felt fire light in your chest. Were you jealous?

You took a large swig of your drink, ignoring the harsh aftertaste it left in your throat. Remus looked at you in amusement, while James looked at you impressed.

He got up and grabbed your wrist, looking into your eyes. His eyes were brown like melted chocolate. He pushed up his glasses and spoke excitedly. “Wanna do shots?”

Before you could answer, he dragged you away from the group and towards a table that had an assortment of drinks on it. The drink Remus gave you must’ve been pretty strong, because your mind had no qualms with taking shots with Gryffindor Quidditch coach James Potter. Your body was starting to feel it after two or three shots, and you allowed James to put his arm around you as he guided you back to the group.

You felt heat in your face as James proudly announced, “Little snake took shots with me!”

Regulus looked at you in shock. “I am not dragging her drunk ass back to the dungeons.”

“I’m not,” You hiccuped. “I’m not drunk, Reggie.”

He sighed and pinched his nose, then glared at Sirius for introducing you to the nickname. 

“Don’t worry, she can stay with us.” Remus suggested, taking note of how you clung to James.

Regulus nodded. “I’m out of here.”

He looked at you, grabbing your head with both of his hands to force you to make eye contact with him. “Don’t drink anymore.”

James pssh’ed and held you tighter. “Dolly can do what she wants, even if that’s more shots.”

Regulus looked at Remus for help. Remus waved him off.

“I heard that Sirius is stashing some drinks up in the dorm,” He raised his eyebrows.

“I am?” Sirius asked, getting a nudge from Remus. “Right, yea, I may or may not be.”

“Upstairs!” You demanded. “The lion’s den!!”

James snorted as he stumbled with you. “This way little snake!!”

[distantdarlings]

BACK TO YOUR ROOM // t. nott

RATING: R / 2.6K WORDS

Theodore Nott x Fem Reader Insert

+ SUMMARY - *Requested, based on this* After heading down to a Slytherin party, you decide to tease Theo a bit.

+ WARNING - SMUT! Fingering, masturbation, language, jealousy, degradation, Dom!Theo, brat!reader, Theo is a little rough, implied drug usage, not fully proof-read (lmk if I missed any)

+ MUSIC (listened to while writing) -

OHMAMI - Chase Atlantic

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The music overhead pounded throughout the common room with a force like no other. Every beat sent a vibration through your chest like a knife. The very ground beneath your feet shook with excitement.

The air was full of laughter and sweat and lust, all three of which were beginning to rub off on you. A smile crept onto your lips as you weaved through grinding, dancing figures. Perhaps it was the mixture of winter break starting today and the excellent energy that always surrounded a Slytherin house party, but you felt like you were on top of the world.

You took a sip of the scorching liquid in your cup, allowing it to sear its way down your throat with no regard for how you were going to feel in the morning. None of that mattered at the moment, though. What mattered was that you found your friends and started dancing as soon as possible.

“Hey! Over here!” Over the volume of the music, you hear a single voice call out. You turned in its direction, finding that it belonged to Pansy Parkinson. Speak of the Devil. You laughed and moved your way through the crowd to find your friends circled around towards the corner. The windows looking out through the Black Lake were pitched into the darkness with only the reflection of colorful lights and dancing students printed on them.

Mattheo, Enzo, Pansy, and Theo stood in the friend group, each with a cup of something in their hands. Mattheo looked bored, if not half-asleep, with a cup held loosely between his fingers and something else gripped in his other hand, something that you couldn’t see. He leaned up against one of the stone walls, with his head tilted back against it. Enzo stood next to him with a similar look on his face, only a dorky smile had printed itself on his lips. He wore a simple white button-up with the first three buttons separated. He looked handsome. Pansy was wearing her signature black tube top with a dainty choker. She looked absolutely wonderful.

“Pansy, you look incredible,” you laughed, looking at her full outfit.

“Thank you,” she giggled, returning your compliment. If you had a galleon for every time Pansy Parkinson showed up to a party, looking twelve times better than everyone, you’d be as rich as the Minister of Magic. And that was the complete truth.

“You look good.” A low rumble of your name had you glancing up. Theo’s eyes were locked on yours, ever so dark and wanting. A small flush crawled up your neck under his gaze. He wore a black tee shirt that framed every part of him perfectly. Must he always look so fucking good? You refrained from rolling your eyes.

“As do you, Theo,” you smirked. “I’d say that shirt fits you in all the right places. If I weren’t already taken, I’d ask if you wanted to dance.”

You were not taken. By anyone. And everyone knew that, as well. But everyone also knew that, as you started to drink, you had a particular knack for teasing anyone you could. With the slight possibility, you might take it too far. At your words, Theo’s smile dropped.

“Taken?” Pansy gasped. “By who?” She stared at you with wide, curious eyes, her hands pressed over her mouth in disbelief.

“I’m not sure. I haven’t decided yet,” you said, pretending to place a finger to your lips in a thinking motion. Pansy looked confused for a moment before realizing that you just wanted to get a rise out of Theo. She hid a smirk before turning back to the group.

“I think I’ll pick…Mattheo.”

At the sound of the name, the dark boy jumped up and found your eyes. His eyes were slanted drowsily and reddened beneath his eyelids. A lazy smile appeared on his lips. He wasn’t just tired, you realized.

“Yeah, baby? You pick me?” he teased, his head leaning back against the wall behind him while his eyes devoured you. The feeling that shot through your body was not one of an innocent nature.

“Mmhmm, you wanna dance with me?” you asked, twirling a strand of your hair around your finger. Out of the corner of your eye, you could see Theo’s fingers tightening dangerously around his half-empty cup, the thin plastic crumpling within his strength. You watched as Mattheo seemed to glance over to Theo before nodding his head and grabbing your hand.

You smiled proudly as Mattheo began to lead you toward the dancing bodies all around. Theo’s eyes found yours again, only this time his were flaming with fury. You sent a teasing wink his way before shooting him a small wave goodbye. If he wanted you, he’d better come and get you.

Mattheo’s hand slid around your back, positioning itself dangerously close to your ass, as he led you closer to your destination. His natural dominance in any situation had you blushing a bit. You’d always had a bit of a thing for Mattheo, second, of course, to Theo. Nonetheless, you’d found yourself throwing your arms around his neck once you were out in the middle of the common room. Swaying bodies surrounded the two of you and allowed you to blend in with them.

Mattheo’s hands fell to your waist, his strong fingers guiding your hips to the beat of the music and his confident smirk easing you into a new plane of lust. You felt as if you were the envy of the night as Mattheo Riddle claimed your body as his own in front of everyone.

When he spun you around and pressed his head right beside yours, lips whispering filthy things, you’d nearly forgotten about poor Theo. The same dark-haired boy coaxed you through everything, his body exuding rhythm and sex. Your head laid back against his shoulder, your lips parting in a sweated pant. Mattheo’s lips touched your neck ever so gently as he traced his words against your skin. That was the final straw for Theo.

“Mattheo, come on, man!” You heard a voice shout right next to the two of you. Your eyes shot open, and you pulled away from Mattheo slightly. Theo stood before you.

“What is it? Don’t worry about it,” Mattheo slurred. He threw a nonchalant hand at the other boy before returning a hand to your waist. You heard your name.

“Let’s go.”

“What? No! I’m having fun with Matty,” you protested. Theo’s nose contorted awkwardly.

“‘Matty?’ What, are the two of you in love now or something?” Theo demanded, fuming. You rolled your eyes.

“I’m just having a little fun, baby,” you whined, your fingers crawling their way up backward to tuck themselves into Mattheo’s dark curls. You could practically see Theo’s jaw clench at the motion. Fuck, this was so much fun. An evil smirk spread across your lips.

“Why do I have to stop? Do you wanna have a little fun with me?” you asked. His confidence faltered slightly. “Do you wanna take me back up to your room?”

You finally separated yourself from Mattheo and sauntered over to where Theo stood, his demeanor faltering. You walked around him slowly, your fingertips brushing his lower back and the exposed flesh on the rear of his neck. You watched smugly as chills appeared across his skin. A smirk played on his lips, the feeling more exhilarating than you’d felt in a long time.

“Baby, you wanna take me back to your room?” you purred against his ear, your lips caressing his jawline. “You wanna fuck me?”

At the last line, he sighed deeply and his jaw clenched tightly. In a second, he’d grabbed your wrist and started dragging you back through the crowd. You glanced back and saw Mattheo already in the same position with another girl, working passionate kisses down her exposed shoulders. You rolled your eyes at how quickly he’d moved on in his situation.

Theo wound you through sweating bodies, tables filled with punch (possibly spiked), and finally, up the stairs to the boys’ dormitories. His pace was rapid and rough, his jaw ticking every few moments, and his grip on your hand never relenting.

Once you finally reached his dorm, he’d pulled you roughly through, locked the doors with a quick swish of his wand, and placed a powerful silencing charm across the whole room. It was deathly quiet, with just you and Theo claiming the space.

“You think that’s funny, huh?” Theo growled, shoving you roughly onto his bed. As you lay against the mattress, arms spread out behind you, he stood over you. His eyes were blazing with anger, his breaths coming out in sharp pants. You thought this might be the angriest you’d ever seen him. “You think it’s funny to make me look stupid in front of everyone?”

“I don’t think I was the one making you look stupid, but—” Before you could get the rest of your sentence out, Theo’s hand closed roughly against your throat, stifling the words before they ever reached your tongue. Your eyes glanced up at his pathetically; the breath stuck halfway between your lungs and mouth.

“What was that?” he growled lowly, his voice reminiscent of a threatening tiger. Unable to form words, you shook your head gently. Nothing.

“Not so confident now?” he asked, his eyes teasing and mean. Annoyed, you rolled your eyes at his stupid jealousy. You raised an eyebrow at him mockingly, testing him, trying him even though you knew he was going to get beyond angry.

He chuckled menacingly, an evil smirk printed on his lips. His hand remained tightened around your throat, his grip unyielding. His eyes darkened significantly, their irises holding something sinister beneath them.

“You’re fucking done, little girl.”

It no longer felt like a threat, but a promise. You had to admit. A small gulp did slide down your throat. He was angry but it was nothing you couldn’t handle.

“Turn around—put your ass up,” he commanded, finally relinquishing his hold on your throat. As inconspicuous as possible, you let out an exhale of deep relief.

You turned yourself around and, on all hands and knees, pressed your chest into the mattress, letting your hips curve into the air. You felt his hands survey the expanse of your hips, his skin warm and biting. You moaned gently against his touch.

“You want me, sweetheart?” he whispered. Just as a gentle nod passed your head, a swift slap came down across your ass. You concealed a yelp by harshly biting down onto your bottom lip.

“You’ll get me when I please,” he mocked. “You’re not going to be rewarded for acting the way you did back there.”

You refrained from rolling your eyes yet again at his ridiculous behavior. Theo suffered from a type of illness known as “thinks-way-too-highly-of-himself-itis.” It’s a very real disease and millions deal with it around the world. Thank Merlin he had you to keep him in check. You smirked to yourself at your thoughts, knowing he’d be even more pissed if he were a Legilimens.

“Any time today would be nice,” you teased, pushing your hips roughly against his front. As you brushed against his core, you could hear him suck in a breath. His hands found your hips once again, rolling himself against you.

“You’re such a fucking brat,” he spoke through gritted teeth. His fingers traced up the length of your spine as he grinded himself against you. Not wanting to give him the pleasure, you pressed your face into your arm to conceal any breaths or moans. You didn’t want him to feel as though he’d bested you in any way. You were winning this.

“You like it when I do what I want like this, baby?” He cooed, slipping a sly hand between your legs where the tight dress ended. The tips of his fingers barely grazed you, his breath shuddering at the realization that you wore no bottoms. “Fuck, you’re bad.”

“Only for you, Teddy,” you breathed, grinding yourself against his hand. With every action you took against his dominance, you could practically feel his knees weakening.

“I’m gonna claim every fucking inch of this body,” he groaned. Behind you, you could hear him practically ripping his jeans apart, belt slashing against your skin in the process.

Once his jeans and briefs were dropped around his knees, he hiked the tight material of your dress over your hips and trailed two fingers up your core from the bottom to the top. The slow, languorous movement pooled your slick on his hand and around your entrance. When he felt the amount would suffice, he slowly pushed his fingers into you.

You moaned aloud at the sensation, your hands gripping into the sheets. His free hand splayed across your ass, working you back and forth on his fingers. He groaned at the visual, loving the way you melted onto him, no matter how much you fought and teased.

Before long, you were rocking your hips back onto his fingers with no help from him. He dropped his free hand and watched the show, amused over your want. No matter what he did, your hips never ceased, inching you closer to your orgasm. You were embarrassed at how little it took for Theo to push you toward your finish, but you were too close to care. All you wanted now was the end of your pleasure, despite how damaging it would be to your pride.

“That’s it, baby—fuck yourself on my fingers,” he whispered. “You’re so fucking pathetic.” His voice was a mean, soothing melody. It painted every inch of your brain and echoed in your ears.

“‘M close, Teddy,” you whined, increasing the pace of your hips. Nothing was going to pull you from him. Not even Merlin, himself, would be able to separate you from the god standing behind you, mocking you like a peasant.

“Such a good girl, such a good girl…,” he moaned, his voice cracking a bit. A brief glance behind you told you that he had wrapped his free hand behind himself and had begun to fuck it. You moaned at the visual, knowing that, as much as he picked on you, he’d prolong his pleasure in order for you to reach yours first.

A knot formed in your stomach that built and built and built until you were finishing around his fingers and crying out beneath the weight of it. Theo moaned as he came to his end as well, his pleasure spurting over your back.

As the two of you came down from your highs and your knees weakened, you collapsed against the bed. He laid beside you, a lazy smile on his lips, and a hand raising to push your sweaty hair from your face.

“How was that?” he chuckled breathlessly.

“I’d say it was alright,” you replied. You could feel beads of sweat slipping past your nose and over your reddened cheeks. The party below still thumped loudly.

“Do you want to go back to the party? See if Mattheo can do any better?” he asked, mostly joking. You could see the flash of jealousy in his eyes.

“Hmm, maybe I will,” you said, shrugging. He rolled his eyes at you, refraining from smiling at your teasing nature.

You rolled over and pressed your back against him. He wrapped his arms around your abdomen and buried his face between your shoulder and neck. You could feel him take a deep inhale of your scent and tighten his body around yours.

“I think I’ll stay up here with you,” you sighed. He chuckled a bit. “Until you fall asleep…then I’ll go see what Mattheo is up to.”

You imagined the look on his face as a loud laugh left you, echoing through his dorm.

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@jegulus-microfic | april 12 Amortentia | words: 683

DARLING, GUESS WHO’S BACK FROM JAIL (not jail but a hospital, same thing really). I missed writing and maybe some of you missed me so here’s a cute one. enjoy;3

tw: alleged poisoning, swearing

"Have you seen that green shirt Regulus wore to the party last week? He looked so beautiful in it,” James mused, laying down on the floor next to Remus’ bed. “And his hair, oh Merlin, his hair...”

“What the fuck, Prongs?” Sirius snapped at him, sitting straight on Mooney’s bed. Oh, right, he forgot his best friend was in the room.

James looked at Remus, a bit terrified, hoping the tall boy would come up with something to save his ass. With the smirk Remus gave him, James knew he was doomed.

“Oh boy, are you okay, James?” The taller boy asked with feigned concern. “Pads, I think someone poisoned him.”

At the comment, Sirius’ face turned from pissed to concerned.

“What? With what?” he started, running to James to check on him.

Remus hummed, looking at the two of them with a mean grin.

“Some Slytherin must’ve added amortentia to his tea in revenge for the last prank,” he said, acting as if he were terrified. “We should take him to Slughorn; he probably has an antidotum.” With that, Sirius picked James up and led him out of their dormitory.

Padfoot looked determined to help him as they walked to the dungeons, while Remus kept sending him amused glances. In response, James just farrowed his eyebrows, mouthing  you’re dead to his friend.

When they finally reached the potions professor’s room, Sirius started banging on them like a madman. Not even ten seconds into it, the door opened.

“What are you doing here?” Regulus asked, looking at all three of them. James could see his eyes softening as they reached his own, and he smiled gently at Regulus, the younger boy's cheeks turning slightly pink.

“What are you doing here?” Sirius asked, reminding James of his presence.

“Well, I’m brewing a potion,” Regulus started. “But you still didn’t answer my question.”

Sirius frowned at his brother, and he pointed at James. “Can you see him? He’s looking at you like you’re the world’s eighth wonder; somebody poisoned him with amortentia!”

Regulus and James locked eyes again, the younger boy smirking this time.

"Oh, really?” he started, still looking at James. “What gave you the idea?”

“Well,” Sirius began, “he started rumbling about how pretty you looked last week, and how he likes your hair, and other shit like that!” That was just Sirius being dramatic, but Regulus seemed more pleased with every word. “Is Slughorn here? We need to fix him right now!”

Regulus shook his head, turning to face his brother. “He went to Madam Pomfrey; he should be back soon," he said with a pause. “But maybe you should go back to the dorm; it's almost curfew. I’ll take care of that moron.”

James looked at Remus with pleading eyes, hoping this time his friend would actually help him. Thankfully, Moony seemed like he had enough of torturing him for one evening.

He grabbed Sirius’ shoulder, turning him so they stood face-to-face. “He’ll be fine, honey,” Remus said gently, leaning closer to Sirius’ ear. As the black-haired boy’s eyes widened, James assumed the two of them would be taking advantage of the free dormitory. Good for them, James thought. Just don’t destroy the room. Again.

“If he starts being insufferable, give him a sleeping drought or bind him; I don’t care. Just... be safe,” Sirius said to his brother, getting a dismissive yeah, yeah in response.

As the two Gryffindors left them, Regulus pushed James into the room, slamming the door behind them.

“So, amortentia, huh?” Regulus asked with a teasing smile, putting his hands on James’ chest. The older boy grabbed him by the waist, pulling him closer.

“Yeah,” he began, rubbing his hands up and down Regulus’ sides. “I think Barty wanted to get back at me for turning custard creams into Canary Creams.”

“Perhaps yes,” Regulus said, nuzzling at James’ jaw. “And you think I’m pretty? Evan must’ve helped him with the potion if you talked so nicely about me,” James chuckled as the younger boy grabbed him by the neck and pulled him down for a kiss. 

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for your slytherin boys reacts, what about how they react when you dress up as them for halloween? :)

How the Slytherin Boys React to You Dressing Up as Them For Halloween

Request: for your slytherin boys reacts, what about how they react when you dress up as them for halloween? :)

Hi! Happy Halloween! I hope everyone is having a good day. I’m sorry to those of you who wanted more of the boys, but I only included Theo, Enzo, and Mattheo on this one. If you want to see some of the other boys in my future work, please let me know. These three are just who I’m focused on right now. Also, I wrote this with a fem reader in mind, I hope that’s ok. Anyway, I hope you enjoy this :)

(Warnings: nothing? idk, theo’s might be just a tiny bit suggestive. also vague descriptions of size differences. let me know if i missed anything)

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Theodore Nott

Instead of wearing his clothes, you’d dress up in something inspired by him. But you’d still use a few things of his just so he’d get the point.

You wouldn’t even be able to walk in the door before he’d notice your costume and smirk.

He’d tease you about it, but he’d secretly think it was so attractive. You’re literally advertising that you're his girl with the costume and he isn’t about to complain about that. 

He’d just have to compromise somehow.

You thought your costume was pretty subtle. A white button down shirt and a black skirt with sheer tights (or slacks, whatever you’re more comfortable with.) You had a green tie loosely hanging around your neck, a few of Theo’s rings on your fingers. You stole a cigarette from his coat pocket earlier that day, and you had it tucked behind your ear where it could be seen.

You considered nicking his lighter too, but you knew he would have come looking for it immediately, and you wanted your costume to be a surprise.

You went up to his dorm right before the party since you wanted to go together. You barely made it through the door before you heard a chuckle, making you pause in the doorway.

“What?”

“Nothing, pretty girl,” he smiled, waltzing over to you. “You didn’t tell me you were going to the party as me.”

Your shoulders fell as you looked up at him. “How did you know?”

Theo grinned down at you, reaching to pluck the cigarette from behind your ear. He placed it back into his pocket, pulling you into his chest as your face soured. He swayed you back and forth, chuckling.

“You look beautiful, darling. It’s a good costume. I wish you would have told me, though. How are people going to know I’m yours if I have nothing of yours to show for it?”

You smiled, squeezing his hand. You let go to reach for your bag, pulling out a tube of lipstick Pansy had let you borrow. You smeared it on, tossing it back in your bag before grinning up at Theo. You hooked your finger under his chin, pulling him down to your level before dramatically peppering kisses across his cheek and jaw. When you pulled away, he had perfectly shaped stains across his face.

“Better? Can we go down now?”

“In a minute,” Theo grinned, pulling you closer. “I think you missed a spot. Pucker up, love.”

Mattheo Riddle

Dressing up as him was pretty much an excuse to wear his clothes.

But you made sure to pay attention to the details, fake blood and all. He’d know immediately the second he looked at you.

Secretly was excited about couples costumes, but he thinks this is way more funny. You’d promise to do one with him next year.

Would absolutely match your energy and dress up as you for the party.

You had stolen a few of Mattheo’s rings a week or two prior to the party, feigning innocence when he’d ask if you had seen any of them. You wore one of his long sleeve button down shirts and a black tie, one of his jackets over your shoulders. You let Pansy do your makeup, and she gave you fake bruising and a cut over the bridge of your nose, completed with a swipe of fake blood.

You’d come up to his dorm to surprise him before the party, excitedly standing in front of his bed to show him your costume.

He’d smirk as he stood, coming to stand in front of you. “You’re going to the party as me?”

“Clearly,” you mused, grinning when he raised a brow at your teasing. “How do I look?”

He hooked a finger under your jaw, tilting your chin up. “You look beautiful, darling. But don’t you think we’re missing something?”

“What do you mean?” 

“You don’t think you’re going down there like that alone, do you?” He asked, smoothing his thumb over your cheek. “I want something of yours. It’s only fair, darling. Besides, I don’t have a costume.”

You chuckled, reaching for his hand. “Do I even have anything that would fit you? What, you want one of my dresses?”

“I’ve got the legs for it.”

You couldn’t help but grin, tugging him along in the direction of your dorm. “Yes, yes you do. Come on, let’s see if we can find you something.”

Mattheo ended up showing up to the party in some of your clothes looking even better than you did in them. Your friends had plenty to say, whistling and making eyes as he confidently strutted around. He probably would have even worn your heels if he could have fit into them. But he didn’t need them—you both could barely keep your eyes off of each other the whole night anyway, glued to each other's side. Heels would have just slowed you down. 

Lorenzo Berkshire

He wouldn’t even recognize you were dressed up as him.

He’d just think you looked cute in his clothes and forget all about how you were supposed to be in a costume. You’d have to actually point it out for him to realize what you were doing.

He’d think it was really sweet, but he’d feel a little left out. He’d ask for something of yours so he could be dressed as you, and he’d wear it proudly.

You met Enzo in the Common Room, setting down your cup as you spotted him. You smiled at his costume. He was a vampire again—he wore the same costume every year because he liked wearing the velvet cape, and it was, in his own words, cooler than a superhero with a cape.

You walked over, spinning him around. “Hi, love. You look nice…as always.”

Enzo could barely let out a chuckle before he realized you were wearing his favorite shirt, the cuffs rolled up around your wrists because they were hanging too low. You had popped a few of his rings on your fingers, charming them to fit you for the night instead. 

“Pretty girl,” he smiled, wrapping his arms around you. “You look so cute. But I thought you were wearing a costume tonight?”

You nodded into his chest. “I am…I’m you.”

Enzo pulled away and placed his hands on your shoulders, holding you at arms length. He looked you over once more, a giddy smile on his face. But his smile slowly fell, making you raise a brow.

“What is it?”

“Nothing…I kinda just wish you told me,” he shrugged, trying to brush it off. 

You shook your head in confusion. “What? Why?”

“Well, I would’ve worn something of yours. Then we could’ve come as each other. I’ve always wanted to do a couples costume.”

You felt your heart warm at his words, taking his hand in yours. 

“And retire the vampire costume? I couldn’t do that to you,” you mused, tugging him in the direction of your dorm. “Come on, let’s go find you something of mine. I’ll jazz mine up a little bit so you can keep the cape on—we’ll just be each other, but vampires. Does that sound good?”

Enzo smiled, nodding as you led the way.

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A/N - Hi! Happy Halloween! I know it’s late, but I made it before midnight! Anyway, I hope you enjoyed this. I’ve got a few more requests to fill, and I’ll have those up soon. See you soon :)

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You're mine. - Mattheo Riddle Smut

oooooo im so obsessed with this mf.

warnings: shmut, idk im not good with warnings

summary: Reader and Mattheo have been secretly together and she wants more, but Mattheo is scared she will get hurt due to his standing. so reader uses Theodore to make Mattheo jealous and hopefully step up. (No Y/n)

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“You won’t kiss me in public, you won’t hold my hand… you barely even acknowledge me outside of your dorm room.” You breathed out, tears streaming down your cheeks.

Mattheo shook his head, trying to block out his true feelings, not wanting you to realize why, not wanting to hurt you anymore than he already had.

You were good, too good for him, he worried every single day that you would get hurt due to him and his standings. People would see you as his weakness because you were. He couldn’t risk the one good thing in his life, the only good thing he could ever feel.

“I can’t do this, you should go.” He swallowed, brows furrowing at the hurt he was feeling, knowing he had to let you go for your own safety.

You covered your mouth to stop the sobs from escaping and stood from the bed, turning away from him and slamming his dorm room open and making your way out of the Slytherin common room and towards the girls’ dorms.

You burst through your dorm room and sat on the edge of the bed, tears now dripping down your chin and onto your white blouse. How could he do this? You two had been together for so long in private, he took your virginity, he taught you so much, you fell in love with the curly haired boy, and he couldn’t even love you in public…

You sobbed out as you gripped your blouse, feeling the pressure and pain in your chest. Anger soon took the place of sadness, and you decided to get him back. If he couldn’t love you in public, you would make sure he sure suffered.

-

You slipped on your black sheer pantyhose and pulled up your too short skirt you knew was the perfect one for tonight, and walked over to your closet in your black bra, trying to decide what shirt to wear.

It had been a few days since you last talked to Mattheo, and you did your best to avoid him at all costs, but it was hard seeing him in class, or sitting at the great hall table as he read his book, it was hard to not sit across from him as you usually did…

But you succeeded in avoiding him at all costs, and tonight’s Slytherin party in Hogsmeade was the perfect place to get back at him and show him what he was missing. You smirked to yourself as you pulled out the cute white cropped tank top, knowing it was one of his favourites, and pulled it over your head.

-

You could feel his eyes burning into your back as you sat on Theodore’s lap, giggling at the stupid joke he made. Theo’s hand ran up your waist as he eyed you up, “You look amazing tonight.” He smiled, his fingers grazing over your bare skin above the short black skirt you wore.

You leaned down as you played with the ends of his hair at the nape of his neck, “You look sexy out of your uniform,” you bit your lip, rubbing light circles on the soft skin of his neck, “but I think I’d like to see what you look like out of these clothes too.” 

Theodore laughed and pulled you closer, your bum now feeling his hard bulge against you. You turned your head slightly to eye up Mattheo, and your sight did not disappoint.

He sat across the room on one of the sofa chairs, his fingers angrily digging into the arm rests and his jaw tightly clenched, the view of him so angry made you feel powerful. He thought he could just hurt you and get out unscathed… 

“Take me upstairs, Theo.” You whispered in his ear, and that was enough for him to quickly lift you from his lap as he stood and pull you closely behind him. Theodore led you up the stairs towards an unoccupied room and shut the door behind the two of you.

As he cupped your cheeks and pressed his lips to yours, your mind thought about the boy you wished it was, Mattheo.

You pushed him against the wall and deepened the kiss, running your fingers through his hair and pressing your body into his, feeling his erection poke your hip. “Fuck, you’re so hot.” He groaned, grabbing your ass with both hands and pulling you closer.

You gave him a small smile and reached down between the both of you and pulling the hem of your white tank up and over your head, dropping it on the floor behind the two of you. Theodore’s eyes dropped to your black bra and he leaned down, pressing his lips to the skin of your cleavage. 

Your head fell back as you held him close by his neck, your eyes landing to the bedroom door, wondering if Mattheo even cared at all.

But your thoughts were cut short when you could feel Theo’s hands snake around your back, his fingers running over the clasp of your bra as his lips continued to explore your chest, inching closer and closer to the hem of your bra.

You sighed, and shook your head, this didn’t feel right. “Theo-“ you started, but you were cut off by the bedroom door bursting open. Theo held you close as you both turned to the door. “Get off of her now, Theodore.” He spat, clearly holding back his anger as he didn’t want to take it out on his best friend who had no idea what was going on in the first place.

“What the fuck, Mattheo?!” Theodore jumped, moving away from you. 

You sighed, “Just go, Theo.” He looked down at you and back at Mattheo before shaking his head.

“I knew it,” he rolled his eyes, slipping past you and walking out the door, to which Mattheo reached over and slammed the door shut, his eyes never leaving yours.

You glared at him, “so you won’t claim me, and I can’t get with anyone else who doesn’t care to be seen with me in front of others?” you spat.

His eyes didn’t soften, he just continued to stare at you with complete anger. “That’s what you want? Someone to fuck you at a party where everyone else knows you’re getting fucked?” he laughed humourlessly.

You shook your head at him, “I want someone who isn’t ashamed to be seen with me!” you yelled, stepping closer to him.

“I have never been ashamed of you; don’t you think I want to hold your hand?!” Mattheo screamed, “Don’t you think I want to kiss you and not care who can see?” his hands cupped either side of your face, “I want to do all that, baby… but you know who I am, you are my only weakness and if the wrong people knew they would hurt you to hurt me.” He swallowed, his voice and stare softening.

“I don’t care about that, Mattheo, I love you and I want to be with you, we can’t spend our whole lives scared about what could happen and let that stop us from being happy.” You whispered, caressing his cheek softly.

His brows furrowed as if he was fighting his own battle in his head, and then he leaned down and crashed his lips desperately to yours. “I love you.” He breathed, his arms snaking around your waist and pulling you into him. “But if you ever do that again I will kill them.” He raised his brow.

You giggled and pressed your lips to his, reaching down and palming his dick through his clothes. You could feel him hardening quickly beneath your touch, and it excited you to be able to touch him outside either of your dorm rooms.

Mattheo pushed you against the wall and lifted you up, and you quickly wrapped your legs around his hips as his hands held you up by your bum. Moans escaped your lips as he pressed his erection against your core.

Mattheo’s kisses started to get sloppy as he got more and more turned on, and you couldn’t help how needy you were getting for him, all you wanted was to feel him inside of you. 

He seemed to have the same idea as you, as he pulled away and held you tightly as he walked to the bed, throwing you down roughly before ripping your pantyhose up your legs as well as ripping your thin thong panties apart and slipping them in his pocket.

You watched as he eyed up your half naked body with his lips slightly parted, “Beautiful.” He breathed, running his hands up your legs and creeping closer to your drenched cunt. You moaned when you felt his finger graze over your folds, his touch has always felt electric.

“I’ve always only wanted to be yours, Mattheo.” You breathed, reaching up and touching his hard chest over his black t-shirt. He smiled down at you softly and leaned over so he could press his lips to your chest, his arms slipping under your back and unclasping your bra, then he helped slip it off your arms.

“You’re mine.” He smirked, lifting your bare body, and placing you higher up on the bed, then inching his face between your legs, the torn pantyhose exposing your pussy. His eyes dropped to your core, and he licked his lips before running his wet warm tongue between your folds and circling your clit.

You moaned out, your hand reaching for his hair as he tasted your juices. “Oh fuck,” you whimpered, the feeling of his mouth on you bringing stars to your eyes.

Mattheo’s hands held either side of your hips as he worked magic with his tongue. Your head flung back as you took in the situation before you… your Slytherin classmates all beneath the room you were in, the loud music couldn’t blare out your moans to whoever made their way up the stairs either looking for a bathroom or for another unoccupied room as you had found.

The adrenaline of knowing anyone of your friends could walk through those doors accidentally and see you with Mattheo turned you on more than you could have ever imagined. Mattheo wasn’t hiding you.

“You taste so fucking good, angel.” He breathed against your soaking core before pressing his tongue back onto your clit. You moaned his name as you felt him tease your entrance with his fingers.

“Mattheo,” you cried as he pushed two fingers inside of you, folding them to press on your g-spot. His fingers entering at a fast pace as he never missed your spot, bringing you closer and closer to your release.

His tongue swiped over your sensitive clit, your orgasm building hot in your body, and with one last flick of his dangerous tongue, he had you completely undoing beneath his heavenly touch.

You rode out the strong waves of pleasure with curse words and moans of his name falling from your lips for anyone to hear, and it only added to the arousal. 

When you felt like you could breathe properly again, you reached to him and roughly pulled him up to your body, his lips crashing down to yours as you tasted yourself on his lips, his wet cheeks pressing to yours as he held himself up with one arm and the other reached down between the two of you and he skillfully undid his belt and unzipped his jeans.

“Fuck me, Mattheo.” You begged, to which he pulled his jeans and boxer down enough to free his painfully hard dick and position himself at your soaking entrance. “Fuck me so everyone knows who I belong to.”

His brows furrowed and lips parted at how much your words turned him on. Mattheo watched you intensely as he pushed himself inside of you slowly. You cursed at the beautiful feeling you loved the most in this world, the feeling of him stretching you, something you’d never get use to due to his large size.

His face contorted in pleasure as he closed the space between the two of you, his dick fully inside of you as you cried out his name and he moaned yours. He started thrusting viciously as his moans filled your ears.

You were used to having to muffle your moans so no one would hear, Mattheo’s hand usually covering your mouth to keep you from screaming, so the fact that the two of you could enjoy each other’s moans without being worried about who might hear was one of the best feelings.

“You have me so close already, fuck.” He groaned, lifting his body up and wrapping his arms around your body, pulling you up to him as he fucked you like that. His strong arms holding you up as he sinfully entered your body.

You pressed your lips to his neck, knowing exactly where his sweet spot was and licking the sensitive skin. He whimpered into your hair as you sucked on the soft skin of his neck, something you had always wanted to do, but you couldn’t leave marks on him before.

His thrusts got increasingly sloppier as you marked his skin, his grip on your body tightening as he thrusted hard deep inside you. “Mattheo!” you cried, your eyes squeezing shut as he took out everything on your body as his own.

With one last thrust he came completely undone, his face contorting in pleasure as he filled your cunt with his seed. 

He rode out his orgasm with his fingers digging tightly onto your body. “I’ve always wanted to hear your screams, baby.” He chuckled, kissing your jaw softly. “I hope they all heard it,” he smirked, “Especially Theodore.”

You rolled your eyes and lightly pushed his shoulder, giggling at his stupidity. “I bet they all did.”

The two of you cleaned yourselves off as you both prepared to return to the party, excitement filling your body as you finally got to show him off as your own. Months of having to ignore girls gossip about how hot Mattheo was, you could finally shut everyone up.

His fingers interlocked with yours as you opened the bedroom door, instantly being met with Draco, Blaise, and Theo snickering at each other. You rolled your eyes but couldn’t contain your giggles. “Shut up, idiots.” You joked, pushing on the blonde’s shoulder.

“You’re a lucky man, Riddle.” Theodore grinned, then returned to laughing with the other boys. Mattheo gave them the finger before pulling you down the stairs behind him. You could feel everyone’s eyes on the two of you as he led you to a sofa, sitting down and pulling you down to sit on his lap.

[pockets-full-of-roses]

Can’t Talk Right Now — Babysitting

brief summary: tom riddle wants to be in your presence. you have babysitting duties. he forces you to bring him along. wonder how that'll go..

[(very changed) tom riddle x reader; little to no use of y/n]

divider credits !

Tom Riddle is, at most, the coldest Slytherin you've ever met. He was the House itself. He wore his uniform with pride and passion, striding down the halls in his silver Prefect badge. His favorite part was patrolling down the halls and scolding the younger years. He loved it.

Riddle was very talented with his studies, too. He'd spend every waking moment either in the Library, in his classes, the Great Hall, or his dorm and he'd study. Top marks were all his papers read.

In fact, that's exactly how he met you. Rather, how you met him.

You were perfect. Good grades, a high average, and a good grasp on your subjects. So when you began getting confused in class, you knew you needed a quick solution.

You sought out Tom's help. He, at first, shot you down immediately. He saw you as a lower class. He barely knew you as it was so he didn't know exactly why he wanted to turn you down. After seeing your eyes and your pleading gaze, he gave in.

The two of you were study buddies, until he realized he liked your presence a lot more than he should. So? He quite literally obsessed over you. Spent his time (instead of studying his classes) studying you. He quickly learned all your habits and interests, using that too woo you.

Let's be honest. When a conventionally attractive man likes all the things you do and is wiling to talk about it, it's pretty hard to say no. The two of you have been dating ever since.

Your current dilemma? His constant urge to be by your side. At first, you loved it. Now, you still love it, but its a lot to handle. Especially when you took on the responsibility of babysitting.

"Why can't someone else watch their kids? Why do you have to go?"

"Tom, we've been over this. I'm doing it for my great aunt, she needs it."

"That old hag can call another babysitter. Love, c'mon, just cancel it. Please?"

You gave him a look, nudging his leg with your own. Tom Riddle, the coldest boy known in Hogwarts, was clinging to you like a child. He demanded you cuddle with him before you had to watch your baby cousin.

She was getting older and older. Soon you couldn't even call her a baby.

“Don’t call her that! It’s just three hours, darling. I’m sure you can wait that long for me?”

Tom huffed, crossing his arms. He withdrew his grip on you, pouting childishly.

“Tom!”

He glanced at you, then tilted his head upward. He looked rather posh now, something he had mastered over the years.

You wrapped your arms around him, pulling him to your chest. Sighing, you found a solution. It was a horrible idea, for Tom hated babies.

“Will you stop sulking if I let you come with me?”

Tom grimaced.

“That’s the only way you’ll get to be near me. Just saying~”

He now pondered the thought. He knew that you would never let him go. Especially if there were children around. There was no telling what he’d do. He could seriously teach this kids some bad things.

“Fine,” he hissed, pulling you into his embrace again.

He kissed the top of your head, a slight smile tugging his lips. “You’re lucky I love you, y’know.”

Around 7:30 PM, the two of you politely knocked on your great aunt’s door. To your forceful request, he wore something comfortable and pleasing to the eye. He wore a bright yellow shirt with his choice of black pants. You wanted your baby cousin to feel comfortable around him, not be scared.

Rapid footsteps approached the door. “Who is it?” your great aunt’s voice came from the door.

“Your babysitters for the night!” you called back, smiling at the peephole. There was a sound of locks turning before the door creaked open.

“Oh! Dearie! Thank you so much for- Who’s this fine gentleman?”

Her gaze scanned over your boyfriend, looking at him as if he were a threat.

“This is Tom! He’ll be helping me out with Eliana.”

She kept her eye on him, “Alright then.”

She smiled sweetly over to you, motioning for the both of you to step inside. The house was a mess; toys littered everywhere, stains on all the blankets, and the sound of a baby crying.

“I’ll be back around eleven. Dinners thawing out for you and your.. er.. boyfriend. You know what she likes,” your great aunt smiled tiredly, grabbing her keys and her bag. “Ciao! See you later, loves!”

The door slammed and locked, leaving Tom and you with the messy home. You turned to your boyfriend.

“I’ll get El, can you try to clean this up?”

He nodded, the two of you going to your respective places.

Your baby cousin was adorable, but problematic. She didn’t like the dinner your great aunt had left, demanding dinosaur nuggets. You tried calming her down, but she was so persistent.

Eliana was afraid of your boyfriend, too. Every time she saw him lurking, she was burst into tears. Tom didn’t know whether to rock her or slap her. Of course, you stepped in to make her happy again.

Tom had taken the duty of getting and making things, the home of her great aunt’s already looking spectacular.

“El, honey, do you want sauce with it?”

“Noo~”

“Okay, okay. Just give Tom five more minutes.”

“He’s- he’s taking soooooo long!”

“Honey, patience.”

Tom stifled a scoff, clearing his throat instead. You shot him a look. You, out of all people, knew what that sound meant.

This went on for a while. After dinner, you and Eliana played together. Tom hid himself doing the dishes. Eliana wanted to watch a movie? Tom hastily muttered something about cleaning up.

Your boyfriend was avoiding this adorable child, who was in a way better mood after eating. As soon as Eliana asked to do something she was going to need help with, Tom fled. Oh, that wasn’t going to happen.

“Tom? Love?” you called out, Eliana curiously perking up.

You heard a slight groan, but he answered.

“Yeah?”

“Could you watch Eliana for a bit? I just need to use the bathroom.”

Well, you didn’t have to before. But now you did. This was your way of saying, ‘Your selfish decisions have consequences.’ You smiled mischievously at him, and he knew. He knew what you were doing.

“But-”

“Okay thanks bye!” you quickly yelped, running away. That gave you a laugh from Eliana.

Tom and the young girl stared at each other, the sound of her music faint in the background. Eliana was the first to speak.

“Who are you?”

“I’m Tom.”

“Tom? But that’s not your name.”

Tom quirked a brow. “What’s my name then?”

“Love, obviously.”

She thought his name was love because of you. He smiled, then sat down beside her standing figure.

“Which one do you like best? Tom or Love?”

The small girl thought for a moment, sitting down beside him. “Tom. Love sounds like a dog!”

The two of them laughed and quickly adapted the situation. Tom played with her for about a couple minutes.

Then you came back wearily. “I’m back~!”

The two of them looked up, smiling immediately when they saw you.

It had been a successful plan, you thought, seeing the look in his eyes afterward.

The three of you played till the clock struck 7. Eliana looked down the moment she heard the strikes.

“You know what that means.”

“No!”

“El.”

“No!”

You sighed, looking at her stubbornly. “C’mon.”

Eliana crossed her arms and moved toward Tom. “I want him to help me.”

Tom looked down at the girl in surprise. You looked at your boyfriend proudly. “Sure, show him what you need to do.”

He looked up at you, confused. You just smiled back.

While the two of them left, you tidied the room. Her bed was ready for her, books laid out along her sheets. You laid down in her bed, exhausted.

The little girl ran into her room with a fit of giggles, jumping on top of you. You groaned playfully, holding her in your arms with a grin.

Tom knew, then, that he wanted this life with you. He leaned against the doorframe, watching the two girls that made his day brighter.

“So.. which book is first?”

The three of you went through all ten books, making Eliana laugh and smile. She was very tired afterward, sleepily making you promise that you wouldn’t leave her room.

You smiled, ruffling her hair as her eyes closed. You said nothing in return except, “Good night my darling.”

Pressing a small kiss to her forehead, you climbed out of her room. Tom was laying on the couch, the rooms spotless.

You laid partially on top of him, partially to the side.

“I am exhausted. Do you think she’ll come back any time soon?”

You heard Tom chuckle.

“I hope so. This couch might be my bed in a couple minutes.”

The two of you laid in silence. Then Tom broke it.

“Darling?”

“Mm?”

“.. Do you think we’ll have kids? Like El?”

You smiled, burying your head in his chest.

“I hope so,” your voice came muffled, but he heard it. Then he heard your soft snoring.

He turned the TV volume lower, kissing your head. With a small hopeful smile, he replied softly.

“I hope so too.”

A/N: so sorry this took so long! i was looking for a one-shot just like this but couldn’t find it for the life of me. so i made it myself (i love being a writer)!! hope y’all like it. it’s more on the long side i apologize. so sorry for people who use military time, i’m not quite sure what the time would be for you. (7:30 PM)

all writing by pockets full of roses. please do not repost without permission. likes, comments, and reblogs are greatly appreciated!

[nivtee]

: ̗̀➛ HIPS. jegulus

james potter x regulus black

sexual tension ! leading up to smut ! swearing !

james is handsy, and regulus is all about james' hands

it was like touching fire, holding it in his hands and burning blisters into the spaces between his fingers. his body was warm, hot, like it had never been before.

regulus rolled his hips again, pressing himself down into james' lap, who could only groan at the action.

"fuck, reg." he breathed, pressing his mouth into the boys neck. "i need a second before you make me finish in my pants."

regulus paid the boy no mind, instead pulling james' curls into his hair and softly groaning into his ear.

no one would see them, almost the entirety of hogwarts was packed into the room of requirement, meaning they would be free to kiss and grind against each other with no wandering eyes to judge them.

running his hands up the back of his shirt, james' hissed at just how soft regulus felt in his hands, almost whimpering as the boy kissed down his jawline.

he would have hickeys but fuck was it worth it.

regulus could feel the tent in james' pants, matched by his own no doubt, but continued on with digging himself into the boys growing erection.

james might have burst, growling and flipping them over so that regulus was laid against the couch in the corner of the room, his shirt pulled up and his pants straining against his crotch.

james, who'd long since forgotten his manners, pressed himself onto the boy, biting down his neck and pulling open the button down shirt the slytherin wore.

"james," regulus whined, lifting his hips, "that was my shirt-"

"i don't give a fuck, reg."

james groaned, letting his head fall onto the boys chest and press their hips together, his hands leaving a trail of embers up regulus' chest.

"now be good, turn over and let me fuck you."

[iguessit-sgrace]

The Pantheon Headcanons: Regulus Edition

my best boy goes first

regulus arcturus black ii

oh how i love him

he's 5'9

he!! has freckles in the summer <333

his patronus/animagus is a hissy black cat

he has an academic rivals to lovers arc with lily i take no criticism

he writes sad boy poetry in exclusively black notebooks. when he starts pining after lily he presses the flowers she gives him and puts them in there

oh he also annotates his own copies of books (he wouldn't dare annotate ones from the black family library or the school library)

has a collection of fancy knives and daggers that evan finds extremely cool

barty was his first everything, basically. first best friend, crush, kiss, etc

he's 1/2 french and 1/4 korean (his grandmother irma was korean)

narcissa was his favorite cousin

his familiar is a black cat named phoebe (sirius and reg found her on the streets outside their house. walburga originally wanted to kill phoebe because she was "a mutt" but relented and let him keep her)

dorcas paints his nails black. that's it that's the bullet point

had a childhood dream of playing on a professional quidditch team with sirius. he knew it was impossible and childish though, so he played as a seeker for slytherin instead

listens to classical music and dark film scores. the second was introduced to him by dorcas, who grew up with more muggle culture than most in slytherin

read books on flowers and their meanings with narcissa as a child. she read them to him to help him sleep whenever sirius was being punished for something

exclusively wore long sleeves and black/gray clothing (or the white fancy victorian ruffle shirts, you know the ones)

super fluffy curly black hair that reaches slightly past his neck and only a select few people are allowed to touch it

knows how to dance ballet and ice skate, and play piano, violin, and bass guitar

only wears silver jewelry

barty pierced his ears in third year

excelled so well in some classes that he was moved up a year (potions, history of magic, etc (mostly because of his tutoring before hogwarts))

autistic recluse who hangs out by the black lake and writes his pathetic poetry

loves sunlight but hates sunny days

he gives stormy beach aesthetic vibes idk why

oh wait

loved water but could not for the life of him swim. this poor boy has tried so many times but he just can't get it. sirius, narcissa, andy, lily- they've all tried to help him but he always goes underwater and his legs stop working and he just. sinks. completely calm in the murky water. even though he's literally drowning and sirius is screaming bloody murder while trying to save him

he has a fancy pure silver jewelry box with his initials on it. i don't make the rules i just enforce them okay

when he starts watching films with lily he becomes a complete cinema nerd. he literally gets even more pretentious (if that's even possible). they watch dark sinewy films together and drink black tea in silence

oh this boy LOVES to paint. and he's GOOD at it. not insanely good, but his paintings make you feel. they're full of emotion and longing and agony; dark forests and stormy seas and faraway goddesses with hair like fiery sunlight. and in each painting, he incorporates a hidden star

barty may have been reg's first best friend, but pandora is his closest. they tell each other EVERYTHING

his amorentia smells like linen and sea water, whereas he smells calla lilies and broom polish

his favorite season is winter. he loves snow and cold weather, but he acts all grumbly about how annoying it is to keep up his Reputation

he is so freaking touch starved, but he won't seek out physical contact himself (unless he really REALLY wants it and trusts that person (aka lily or james, or sirius if he's in distress))

lily is the only person in the slug club that he actually respects because unlike a lot of slughorn's other prizes, she actually EARNED her spot there by her talent and determination (both of which are things reg values a lot)

okay so about the whole death eater thing- personally i think reg was kinda brainwashed by the need to please his parents so desperately that he actually chose to be a death eater of his own accord. an unpopular headcanon, i know, but hear me out. reg never truly bought the whole "muggle-borns are lower than pure-bloods" because reg just doesn't believe things at face value. he has to see them himself to believe it. so when he went to hogwarts and saw muggle-born students performing just as well, sometimes even better (cough cough lily) than pure-bloods, he literally just threw his family's ideals in the trash. now, in my timeline, reg joined voldemort not long after sirius went to live with the potters. suddenly, all the pressure and weight of being the perfect heir was on reg, possibly even more than what sirius had dealt with, because of what sirius had done. so in a moment of desperation to gain his parent's approval, (and slightly out of self-preservation; he could clearly see which side was winning so far) he joined voldemort. did he agree with voldemort's ideals? no. but he did join. it wasn't long after that evan joined, and then barty went too to spite his father, because where evan went, barty went. (dorcas joining the order was a shock to everyone in the patheon: they had all expected her to either stay neutral or join the death eaters). but after he took the mark, reg realized what he had done. so he went to lily and james and confessed everything. he agreed to be a spy for dumbledore, alongside snape, and eventually peter. when he discovered the horcrux, the first thing he did was tell pandora. they both agreed that the safest way to destroy it and the others was to go undercover. reg faked his death in the cave and left to hunt the rest of the horcruxes. he returned a year later to an order meeting and was reunited with james and lily and harry (yay the end)

sorry that was a really long bullet point (i am what i am: which is a yapper)

how have i not mentioned james yet??? he steals like all of james' jumpers, it's getting to be a problem. he and lily have matching potter quidditch kits though!!

he had a huge childhood crush on james his second year, but it fades until he starts dating lily, when it comes back after he and james start interacting more

literally no one can tell when reg is joking because he has such a bad rbf. however, his laugh and smile are literally like starlight and the rare times people get to see it are treasures

he spoils lily with expensive gifts, especially books. she gets upset about it at first because she grew up with not a lot of money, but then she realizes it's how reg tells her he loves her so eventually she just lets him shower her in gifts

sorry idk how this turned into half regulily headcanons. they're just so ingrained in my brain

reg is so moody and bratty it's hilarious to barty

his favorite colour is green; not green like slytherin, but green like a forest, a lake, or lily's eyes

ahh i love him <3

[auxcordlawd]

Part 5: Wandering Thoughts of a Ravenclaw

Summary: During Easter break you go out with friends, which ends badly.

Word count:2180

Warnings: Professor and student, age gap (all parties 18+), drinking, heavy petting, **sexual assault**

18+ readers only

It was Wednesday, and the sun was out for the first time all break. You had spent Friday through Tuesday wandering the castle, reading material from the coming term in the library, chatting with the few people who had stayed behind for the break. Less than 50 students remained so you ate at one table. You hadn’t seen Professor Snape all week, and his office door remained closed. Ever since that last night in his office he was all you could think about.

“(Y/n)?” A Hufflepuff girl whose name you couldn’t remember startled out of your reverie.

“Oh sorry, what did you say?”

“A group of us is heading to the Three Broomsticks later, some of last year’s graduates are going to be there. Specifically Quidditch players Zacharias Smith and Rodger Davies and they’ve gotten hotter.” She giggled nudging her fellow Hufflepuff Hannah Abbott.

“Yeah, I’d love to get out of the castle. I’m going a bit stir crazy!” You replied enthusiastically.

“Yay! You can meet me and Susan at the Hufflepuff door to the common room, we can get ready together. We got permission over break to allow others in our common room!” Hannah said giddily, you thankful for reminding you of her friends name.

As the sun went down you found yourself walking towards the kitchen where the Hufflepuff room was near. Suddenly Hannah grabbed your arm out from behind some wood barrels, where the door was obscured. You stepped inside, your first time in their common room, and found yourself at ease in the cozy room. Plants were scattered about, and despite being in the basement the colors of the sunset were visible through overhead windows. The girls had makeup and outfits scattered about the tables.

“None of the boys of Hufflepuff are in here right now, we kicked them out.” Alicia Spinnet, a girl on the Gryffindor Quidditch team laughed with a devious grin.

You all got ready chatting about random topics, mainly leading back to boys. “Aren’t you with that Slytherin boy, Miles?” Susan asked.

“Not really.” You said curtly, applying mascara as you spoke.

“I swear I saw you two the last day of term near the lake, and you two looked pretty cozy.” Hannah said with a mischievous smile catching your questioning face. “We don’t judge here!”

“Well yes, you did see us, but we’re not exclusive.. even though he might want to be.” You stated honestly relieved to be able to talk to someone about it. “This stays between us!” You said sternly while they all shook their heads yes eager to hear more.

“So… he walked me to detention after our afternoon together, and at the last minute he told me he loved me!” You blurted out.

“Merlin’s beard! A Slytherin boy announcing his feelings. How strange!” Alicia retorted looking truly shocked.

“Did you say it back?” Asked Susan.

“Uhh well, I said thanks and ran into Professor Snape’s office.” You replied awkwardly.

“That’s an odd place for refuge.” Hannah laughed with a curious look on her face.

“Well anyways this means you can flirt with the boys tonight!” Susan said giving herself one last look in the mirror before pulling out a bottle of firewhiskey from her bag. “Shots ladies?”

After a few drinks the sun had fully set. You had decided on a short denim skirt, your white trainers, a white cropped shirt that fell just at your bellybutton. Despite your showy attire, you were covering more than the others. Hannah wore a tight black dress showing off her endless legs, Susan wore a green slip dress that highlighted her red hair and showed a lot cleavage, and Alicia wore short jean shorts and a dark blue corset top.

You all made your way through the castle meeting up with some others as you strolled drunkenly to the Three Broomsticks. Muggle music was playing loud, some pop, some classic rock. The place was quite full for a Wednesday night, you all sat down at a large table in the back corner of the bar. Moments after sitting down there were several boys who you recognized as last years graduates and sat down with two bottles of fire whiskey and several shot glasses. Zacharias Smith sat down right next to you, turning toward you handing you a shot glass. “Cheers, to meeting back up with old friends and pretty girls.” He said winking at you before clinking glasses with you then others around the table before you all taking the shot.

About an hour or so later the bar was even more full, loud with people chatting, laughing, and music playing. You were quite drunk, but enjoying yourself for the first time all break. You stood leaning on a pole chatting with Hannah as Zacharias walked over to you, handing you a cocktail. He was eyeing you up and down hungrily. “It’s a shame we never became close when I was still at Hogwarts. You were always so focused on studies. I like to see you having fun now.”

“Well my studies paid off, so I think I’m due for some fun.” You said enjoying the attention, sipping more of your drink.

“You’re a vision in that outfit, I’d like to see how it looks on the floor of my hotel room.”

You giggled as you stumbled in to him, he put his hand on your waist possessively.

“It’s so hard to chat in here. Let’s step out front.” He grabbed your hand and you followed him, not really wanting to leave the group. One outside you leaned on the wall of the building, noticing how drunk you were. The chilly night didn’t even feel cold. Zacharias grabbed your waist and leaned in for a kiss, it felt good so you continued. He started grabbing you tighter, hands moving to your thighs. His fingers began trailing up under your skirt pushing it up higher so he could grab your ass. You shocked by his brashness pleaded “No, we shouldn’t be doing this.” Despite your pleas he continued as you tried to push him away. He reached up and grabbed your hand to stop you from pushing away. “Cmon your dressed like this, drinking all the drinks I got for you.” He said pushing into you more as he shoved his hands under your shirt.

Suddenly Zacharias was thrown on the ground away from you. You looked up stunned to see Professor Snape standing between you and him, his back facing you, holding his wand directly at Zacharias. You threw your hand over your mouth in shock as Snape yelled “Cruccio!” Zacharias was writhing on the ground unable to get a full plead for mercy out. “You’re lucky I don’t kill you.” Snape said seething. “Get the fuck out of here, and if you do anything like this again I will kill you.”

Snape turned quickly grabbing your wrist, before you even took a breath he apparated you both into his office. Snape was still fueled with anger, pacing back and forth before turning to you about to speak. Before he got a word out you ran into him and started sobbing into his chest. Startled he stood there for a second. Eventually he hugged you hard pushing you harder into his chest, as he rubbed your back.

“You’re alright, dear.” He said petting your hair tenderly.

“I’m so sorry” you cried, not even letting his unexpected warmth soak in.

“(Y/n) don’t be sorry. He is a worthless waste of space, I should have killed him right there.” He held onto you protectively. You stayed like that until your breathing normalized, your crying turning into light sniffling. He eased you into the chair in front of his desk. He leaned on his desk sitting in front of you, looking lost in thought.

You looked up at him through tearful eyes, for guidance. He magically made tea appear, two cups, as he turned to riffle through his potions cabinet. He poured a few drops into one of the glasses. “Tea to sober you up, as well as calming draught to settle your nerves.” He said softly handing you the cup. You took it and drank it down, feeling the immediate effects.

After a few minutes you felt quite sober and much calmer. “I’m so embarrassed.”

“(Y/n) you have no reason to. You do need to be more careful of who you surround yourself with, I may not always be around the corner to protect you, but when I saw you leave the bar with that imbecile I had a feeling.”

“You came outside to protect me?” You asked, feeling warm with that news.

He hesitated before answering. “Yes, I felt I had to miss (y/l/n).” He stood and went to open his door, sending out a paper airplane. Less than a minute later two house elves knocked on the door, Snape opened it revealing the house elves with their hands full of food, ham, potatoes, green beans, charcuterie, cookies, cakes, and a large pitcher of butterbeer. He motioned for them to set it down on his desk.

You both ate in silence for a while, feeling full and thankfully sober. Weeks before this event you could never imagine your professor caring for you like this. You felt so safe, so protected. It was quite late, most likely past midnight. “I believe its time for bed miss (y/l/n).” You looked up at him, feeling sad again.

“I-I don’t wanna be alone.” You said stuttering nervously.

“I can not assist you there.” Professor Snape said with certainty.

“Can’t I stay with you?” You asked desperately.

He stood there for a minute, questioning what to do or say. “That would be inappropriate, crossing lines.”

“But, but, please Profess-“

“Ok.” He cut you off in a tone hard to read, turning around to face the wall behind his desk.

He muttered something under his breath and one of his bookshelves moved as a door appeared. He opened the door and held out his arm gesturing you to enter. You slowly walked in, taking in the scene. His bed was similar to the four poster bed in the student dorms, yet his was larger, with black and cream sheets, pillows, and drapes. There was a small kitchenette with several teacups sitting around the sink. There was a small but intimate bathroom with a claw foot tub. A medium sized dresser was in the corner with books and potions scattered on top. It was small but not claustrophobic. It smelled strongly of him, which warmed you up in more ways than one. He was staring at you, seemingly questioning what you thought of his private space. “I love it.” You said finally speaking. You sat down on his bed and realized how intimate the sensation was. Was he going to sleep in the bed with you?

“I’m glad you’re comfortable. Would you like something to sleep in?” You nodded and he started rummaging through a set of drawers near the bed, pulling out a long black sweater, placing it in the bathroom. “Sleep well, I’ll be right in my office if you need me.”

“Wait.. Aren’t you going to sleep?” You questioned him, a truly innocent question.

“I will survive.” He said turning towards the door.

“Please, stay with me. I can sleep on the far side of the bed. I just want you nearby.” You said desperately. He seemed to falter at your words. “Go change.” He commanded.

You stood and walked into the bathroom, shutting the door behind you. Taking the few seconds alone to organize your thoughts. Oh how the night had taken a turn. You pulled of your skirt, tank top, and sweater, and slid on the sweater Severus gave you. It was a soft cashmere, pilled with wear, wrapped in his scent you felt at ease. The sweater laid six inches above your knee, safely covering your lacy thong underneath. You splashed water on your face, used mouthwash he had sitting on his counter top, and walked out into the bedroom.

Severus had turned down the lights, with a few candles on, leaving you enough light to get back to the bed. He had changed into a black long sleeve shirt tight against his chest and arms, and slightly baggy dark green pajama bottoms. You felt so close to him seeing him like this. You saw his eyes trail down to your bare legs, quickly looking up at you. “Come, lay down.” He said in his slow deep voice.

You obeyed climbing under the covers as he held them for you. You shifted to the far side of the bed while he climbed onto his side. You laid facing him as he did the same. “Thank you Severus.”

“Of course, but this cannot become a regular thing, you staying in your professors bed.” he said with a small smirk, tucking your hair behind your ear.

“Yes, sir.” You said smiling at him while you closed your eyes. Falling into the best sleep you’ve had in weeks.

Part 6

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[talesofesther]

is it too late to call you mine? | ch 3

Sebastian Sallow x Reader

Summary: In Sebastian's prettiest dreams, you'd wear a gown of a color that matched his tie, he'd take your hand and dance all night until morning came. But those dreams felt like a farfetched reality. Would you even consider going with him? As more than a friend?

A/N: This is the last part of my story for @spaceyaceface's HL Writing Challenge. I loved how this story turned out and loved writing it, hope you guys like it as well. <3

Masterlist | Read ch 2 here

Sebastian didn't want to be here. At least not in these circumstances.

He would be happy to be tucked away in his common room, or in the Undercroft. But for some reason, Ominis had insisted that he'd come, saying something about you being happy if he were to be there. And honestly, when it came to you, Sebastian never needed much convincing.

Students were steadily making their way inside the Great Hall, which was meticulously decorated; snowflakes fell from the enchanted ceiling and landed on the leaves of the many Christmas trees near the walls, blue and silver lights shone against the white tablecloths, and a band played a soft tune to fill the silence. The young couples held hands and smiled through the blush on their cheeks.

Sebastian paced back and forth beside the doors that lead to the ball, a permanent scowl on his face. Against his own better judgment, he wore black suit pants, a dark grey shirt with a black vest on top, and his dark long coat to chase away the cold.

"I still think there's no reason for me to be here, Ominis," Sebastian huffed.

Ominis, leaning back against the wall, raised an eyebrow at his friend, "No one's forcing you to stay, but I still think you would regret not being here."

"Why?" Sebastian stopped his pacing, shaking his head slightly, "She has her date for the evening, it's not like there's any hope for me to-"

The words suddenly died in his mouth then, for his gaze drifted up the stairs in front of him, up to where you now stood. Sebastian could feel all the air leaving his lungs, his breath running shallow. He couldn't pull his eyes away from you even if he wanted to. You wore this dark dress that hugged your body to perfection, expensive fabric glinting under the candlelights; light makeup framed your already breathtaking features, and your hair was styled up in a messy bun.

Palms sticky with sweat, Sebastian tried to swallow as you came down the stairs and towards him. Each step of your heels against the stone floor were two beats of his frantic heart. Sebastian thought it impossible that he could ever be more in love with you, but you always adored proving him wrong.

For a split second, there was no faint music coming from the Great Hall, no other students walking past him and wondering why he looked at you as if you hung the stars in the sky. No; there was only you and him. Your eyes met his then, with a hint of surprise in your features because of his presence.

Sebastian took a single step forward, his body in a trance. He hadn't seen much of you in these last few days, and now felt like the first time all over again.

Your eyes drifted away from him once you walked down the last step of the stairs, a smile that felt just a little rehearsed coming to your lips when Garreth suddenly met you in the middle.

Reality was a shot straight through Sebastian's heart. He watched helplessly as the ginger took hold of your hand and placed a kiss on top of it.

That should've been him, Sebastian thought, his chest feeling tight. You should be coming towards him, and not Weasley. He should be the one to hold your hand and tell you how beautiful you are. He could be. But it was his own fault that he wasn't.

The anger left his body with a sigh, leaving room only for the all-consuming regret to stay.

You allowed Garreth to intertwine your fingers with his, and as you walked past Sebastian you gave him a soft smile and a shy wave in greeting.

The Slytherin couldn't help but give you a smile of his in turn, even if it didn't hold any happiness at all.

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The Ball itself was nothing short of a spectacle, headmaster Black made sure of it, going far and beyond to impress the other Headmasters of the visiting schools. This year's Triwizard Champions opened the dance and soon enough the Great Hall was filled with couples doing their best to not step on each other's feet.

Sebastian chose to sit at a table tucked in a far corner, where the blue and silver lights barely reached. He mindlessly twirled his half-full glass between his fingers, a permanent pout sitting on his lips.

He hadn't missed the many girls whispering to each other and throwing glances at him, with teasing smiles on their pink lips as their eyes beaconed him to get up and ask them for a dance. Maybe he would have, in the past, he would be pleased to indulge as many girls as he could. But today, when his heart called for only one other, he couldn't bring himself to do it.

As Sebastian knew you would, you took to dancing as if it was second nature. As you did with anything you put your mind to. Your dark dress swirled smoothly across the dance floor, movements all fluid and graceful, your smile all pretty and easy.

Ominis was there too, Sebastian noted, features soft as he held onto Poppy's waist and she led him through the dance.

Downing the last of his drink in one big gulp, Sebastian got up. He grimaced when whatever it was that had been in his glass burned its way down his throat. Blending well with the shadows, he made his way outside, in desperate need of some fresh air.

Tiny snowflakes were falling from the sky, coating the viaduct courtyard in a thin layer of white snow that shone brightly under the moonlight. The cold air bit at Sebastian's cheeks and brought a shiver down his spine, but it was a welcoming feeling.

He'd felt alone many times in his life, yet here, as he stood amidst the snow without a soul nearby to witness, might be the loneliest of all.

The tip of his fingers started to become numb, snow steadily collected on his shoulders and clung to strands of his hair. He buried his hands in the pockets of his pants, huffing a breath of white air through his nose.

Sebastian wasn't sure how long he'd been standing there when he heard hesitant footsteps crushing the snow behind him, coming closer. He didn't turn around, part of him knew who it was.

He recognized you by the way you hissed when the gelid air easily seeped through the thin fabric of your dress. The ghost of a smile appeared on his lips.

You came to stand right beside Sebastian, personal space forgotten when you looped your arm around his and snuggled closer, your cheek pressing against his shoulder as you chased his warmth.

That's just how you two could be sometimes, no words because there was no need for them; only existing in each other's presence, souls entangled.

Sebastian exhaled shakingly, his heart threatening to escape his chest when he turned his head to you. His lips touched your hairline in a faint kiss before he leaned his cheek on top of your head.

The 'I missed you' had no need to be spoken out loud, you both knew it.

Maybe you were just two fools in love, clinging to each other under the falling snow, yet too stubborn to ever admit it.

"Why are you standing out here in the cold?" You whispered after a beat.

"You're here too," Sebastian reasoned just as quietly.

"Came to get you back inside," you told him with a grin, making no effort to move away.

A low chuckle escaped Sebastian, he bit at the inside of his cheek before speaking, "But it's much nicer here." He pointedly looked up at the sky then, and you followed his gaze. The moon was bright, with a few clouds hazing its light, and snowflakes glinting under it.

"I thought you didn't like the Ball."

Your soft words brought Sebastian's gaze back to you. He watched as the moonlight reflected against your eyes and shaped the outlines of your features while you looked up, worthy of a painting.

There was a question hiding behind your words, one that made Sebastian's stomach twist and turn with anxiety.

"I didn't-" Sebastian hesitated, and you turned to look at him, watching as his lips hovered for a moment, "I didn't exactly mean that," he glanced away from your eyes.

A soft crease appeared on your eyebrows that Sebastian wanted to smooth away. You regarded him with a mix of curiosity and longing. "Why would you say it then?" More than anything, you sounded hurt.

The guilt weighing down on Sebastian's chest only worsened. He couldn't have you thinking he had said that only because he didn't want to take you, when it was the exact opposite.

Subconsciously, Sebastian took hold of the hand you had around his arm. "I only said that because I was too much of a coward to ask you to the Ball myself, and… Guess I didn't want you going with anyone else, hoped maybe we'd skip it together instead." A soft blush dusted his cheeks and he avoided your gaze again, a bittersweet smile coming to his lips, "but it backfired immensely," he chuckled then, happy to have managed a soft laugh out of you as well.

A beat passed and his smile faded. He added quietly; "selfish, I know."

In the same heartbeat, you answered, "I would've said yes."

Chocolate brown eyes met yours, they were glinting under the moonlight as Sebastian looked at you, not daring to breathe. Snowflakes clung to his hair and lashes, freckled cheeks dusted pink. He looked like your favorite dream too.

"If you had asked, I would've said yes," you told him again, voice all soft and sweet as honey. You raised the hand he wasn't holding and brushed away longer strands of his hair so you could see his eyes clearly, "in a heartbeat."

You thought you saw tears pooling in Sebastian's eyes, but he blinked them away, pursing his lips before he spoke; "more than anything," he choked on his words, "I wish I had."

In the distance, you could hear the music still coming from the Great Hall, you couldn't make out any words but the melody was sufficiently clear. You grasped Sebastian's hand tighter, taking a step forward and tugging him with you. "Dance with me?"

He frowned, but a smile threatened to show on his lips. His feet followed you of their own volition. "Out here?"

You nodded softly, your hand came to rest on Sebastian's shoulder then, and his rested comfortably on your waist while you clasped his other hand in your own, fingers intertwined.

With a rhythm much slower than the one you'd followed when Sebastian was teaching you, you swayed gently from side to side, almost as if the cold wind was guiding you. Your heels and his shoes scrunched the snow underneath, Sebastian hugged you closer when the falling snow got a tad thicker.

The night suddenly belonged to you and him, a moment tucked away in a courtyard of Hogwarts. Two hearts beating in harmony.

A song or two passed with both of you allowing your bodies to do the talking, one following the other like you belonged just like that, wrapped in each other's arms.

Sebastian eventually released your hand so he could rest both his hands on your waist, his fingertips slightly digging into the fabric of your dress as he pulled you to him. You in turn brought both arms around his shoulders, gently playing with the hairs at the nape of his neck, while you rested your head on his chest.

Feeling the shape of you in his arms, your perfume clouding his senses, Sebastian realized then, that you were the sun for him. But not the sun that comes on a warm and clear day; you were the sun that came during the cold, when he hadn't felt its warmth in a while and everything looked gray before. That's what you always had been, a source of light, of warmth, of hope. Maybe that's why Sebastian's love for you almost hurts to feel the longer he keeps it tucked away in his chest.

He wondered if you were able to hear just how fast his heart was beating right now.

"I'm sorry," Sebastian mumbled, his lips grazing your hair. He cleared his throat in order for his voice not to come out as tender as he felt. "I still don't know how to get to you, how to… be someone who's deserving of you."

You pulled away from him and Sebastian's breathing stuttered. Your gaze found his, and in his eyes, you could see the regret, the guilt. You knew he blamed himself for much of what happened during your fifth year, no matter how much you tried to make him see otherwise.

With a delicate touch, you cupped Sebastian's cheek, watching with your heart in your mouth as he visibly leaned against your hand, closing his eyes momentarily. "Why don't I be the judge of that?" You whispered, your eyes drifting down to his lips just before you leaned in.

Sebastian breathed in sharply through his nose when your lips touched his, eyes widening in surprise only to close in bliss right after. You kissed him softly, your lips mapping his as if you were trying to memorize each part of him. Both your hands cupped his jaw and you held him to you, showing him anything you weren't able to put into words.

He suddenly couldn't get enough of you. Sebastian's hands were warm against your back, pressing your body to his. He pulled away then, his upper lip just shy of grazing yours as he turned his head, nose bumping yours only so he could kiss you again, again, again.

Snowflakes were melting onto his clothes, his skin. Yet Sebastian felt warm. He whispered confessions of love and you kissed the words. Promising you could never not love him.

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The Stupid Closet (4)

happy Sunday everyone!! here's chapter 4 (also a little bit long), I hope you enjoy!

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You walk back to the Slytherin house, Theo sitting on his bed, shaking his leg with his head down. He looks up when he hears the door open.

“Hey” You say quietly.

“Hi.” Theo responds, clearly still pissed.

“You know you didn’t have to hit him.” You say sitting on your knees in front of him.

“I know but-”

“Theo. You know that we tease each other. We always have. And I know you want to protect me but it’s just Mattheo.” You explain. You didn’t want your boyfriend and his best friend to fight over you.

“You know I’ll never let anyone hurt you, right?” Theo says, looking up into your eyes.

“I know.”

“I’m still pissed at Mattheo though, he had no right talking to you about that.” He shakes his head.

“Hey, he’s your best friend. Cut him some slack, ok?” You peck him on the lips before standing up, “I’m going to bed. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Alright, see you later” Theo watches you as you shut the door behind you. 

You turn to start walking to your dorm, running into Mattheo in the process.

“Shit sorry” You say backing away, mattheo holding your arms so you don’t fall backwards.

“No need to be sorry” Mattheo smirks, still holding your arms. You maintain eye contact for a moment, getting lost in his eyes, before coming to your senses, “Goodnight”.

You walk around him as he whispers, “Goodnight” back to you. You walk straight to your room without looking back because you were nervous about what you would do if you did. You could feel Mattheo’s eyes on you though as he opened his door and walked in.

You walk in your dark room, Pansy already asleep in her bed. You go to the bathroom to wash off your mascara and brush your teeth. As you look in the mirror, your mind starts to wander.

You had no idea what was happening between you and Mattheo but whatever it was, it was getting intense. You and him had shared two kisses now and you could still feel them, remember them like they were still happening. Why couldn’t you still feel Theo’s kiss?

After you finish, you change into a t-shirt and flannel shorts, jumping into bed. Today had been long and grueling and you desperately needed sleep. You were just hoping that a certain somebody would occupy your dreams.

You wake up, your alarm clock showing 5:15 am. Great. Not only did you wake up early but you had dreamt about Mattheo. The wrong somebody. There was no way you were going to get any sleep now.

You get up and walk over to the windowsill, sitting in it. Mattheo was invading your mind and it seemed to be constant as of late. This was bad. This was really bad.

You like Theo and you didn’t want to hurt him. Especially not with his best friend. The only way was to avoid Mattheo altogether. No run-ins with him, no group activities, nothing. You had to stay away because if you didn’t, you knew it would all blow up in your face.

You stayed there for a while, just thinking, before finally yawning. You could barely keep your eyes open so you lay back down in your bed. You don’t remember falling asleep after that.

Later that morning, you wake up again to Pansy shuffling through her chest.

“What are you looking for?” You mutter out, still half asleep.

“You know that black tank top that I love? I can’t find it” She stands up and goes over to her closet.

“You wore it to that house party a few weeks ago, remember?” You say standing up.

Pansy looks in her clean, but ‘not put away’ laundry basket. She finds the top and takes a deep breath, “Thank God”

“Why what’s going on?” You ask.

“The group is doing some kind of brunch picnic thing…Theo didn’t tell you?” Pansy asks as she changes in the bathroom.

“No…” You trail off. “Is Mattheo going?”

“Uh I think so, at least he said he was.” Pansy comes out dressed.

Great. There was no way you could go to this picnic. Not without being by Mattheo.

“You coming?” Pansy asks as she slips on her shoes.

“Yeah, I’ll catch up later. I just have to shower first.” You exclaim. You had to figure out a way to skip out on this brunch.

“Ok, well I’ll see you later then” Pansy says as she heads for the door.

“Let Theo know I’ll be down in a bit” You add before she shuts the door. After she leaves, you lay on your stomach on your bed, trying to think of an excuse. Nothing was coming to mind, so you decided that you would actually have to get ready and go.

You start the water for your shower, waiting for the water to heat up a bit before you undress and step in. You leave the bathroom door open, it makes you feel more safe somehow.

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“Mattheo, can you please go back and get them for me?” Pansy whines. She had left her sunglasses back in her dorm. 

“Why do I have to?” Mattheo rolls his eyes.

“Because Draco and Theo are getting the food. Pleaseee” She begs.

“Fine” He stands up, rolling his eyes once again.

“Thank you, they’re on the bathroom counter!” She smiles right before he flips her off, walking back to her dorm.

Mattheo walks up to Pansy’s dorm, opening the door with the key she gave him. As soon as he walked in, he heard water running, looking over to the bathroom door. The door was wide open, Mattheo seeing your silhouette in the curtain. He lingers, just watching you, completely forgetting about Pansy’s sunglasses.

He clears his throat, startling you. You whip your head around the curtain, “Mattheo! Oh my God!” You grab the towel off the rack next to you, wrapping it around your body as you step out, the water still running.

“Hi,” He says, smirking.

“What’re you doing up here?” You stand holding the towel up.

“Oh uh…” He grabs the sunglasses, holding them up, “Pansy asked me to grab these for her” He then sticks them in his back pocket so they’re out of the way.

You stand there, squirming. Mattheo has seen you naked multiple times now.

“You don’t have to hide from me.” He walks up closer to you, standing only inches away.

You look up to him, still holding your towel, “I’m not.”

After staring at you for a few moments, “I’m sorry I interrupted…” Mattheo trails off, smirking as he looks you up and down.

“No you’re not” You smirk back. You knew the game he was playing and you didn’t even mind…in fact, you wanted to play too, “Your nose doesn’t look too bad” You add. It was just a little bruised.

“Only thanks to you fixing me up last night” You tilt your head, biting your bottom lip without realizing, “Don’t do that” Mattheo adds.

“Do what?” You breathe out, you could feel Mattheo’s heat, being so close to him.

“That.” He touches your lip, you opening your mouth just a bit as he does.

“I should get dressed” You say but stay still. 

“Or…” He proposes.

“Or not…” You say. You look between his eyes for a second before he pulls you in for a kiss. 

You wrap your hands in his hair, letting your towel drop to the ground, not even caring.

The kiss intensifies, Mattheo wrapping his arms around your waist, exploring your back with his hands.

“Mattheo…” You get out in between kisses.

“Yeah…” He replies as he kisses you.

“We shouldn’t…”You breathe out as he pulls away, still holding you.

“Right.” He looks you up and down, taking a moment to look at your entire body, “Theo is a lucky man”

“Matty…” You say, shifting your weight. You grab his cheek, his brown puppy eyes looking at you, “It’s just that I’m with Theo and-”

“You don’t have to finish. I know you’re with Theo.” Mattheo lets go of your body stepping backwards, creating space. Space you didn’t want to be there, “it’s killing me” he adds softly.

You didn’t know how to respond, just staring at him, towel still laying on the floor, the water still running. Mattheo flexes his jaw, and smiles lightly, looking at your body one more time before leaving, shutting your dorm door behind him and leaving you alone standing there.

You couldn’t help but feel like what had started out as flirty, has turned into something more. This Mattheo, you really liked him. But you also liked Theo too, and that is who you were with. That’s all that mattered.

You get dressed and head down to the picnic, Mattheo sitting across from you in the big circle you all were in. Theo was quite handsy today, keeping his hand on your thigh. Every once in a while, you would glance over to Mattheo, him looking back at you every single time. 

“Draco, can we study sometime this week for the potions test?” You ask. Draco had always been your study buddy, him being just ahead of you in your class. 

“Sure, Snape is making it impossible” Draco scoffs. As much as he adored Snape, potions was not his favorite subject. And it wasn’t yours either so that made the class a little bit harder for you both.

“There’s a test this week?” Theo asks. Theo was incredibly smart and always has been but he didn’t apply himself in school. He passed by with decent grades just because he was lucky to be intelligent.

“How did you not know that.” Mattheo chimes in, looking up at us. He poses it more as an insult than a question. You watch him as he looks at you quickly and back at Theo.

“I don’t know, I guess I don’t care”

“Well maybe you should pay more attention to your girlfriend, she’s obviously the smart one” Mattheo adds, seemingly annoyed. Those two never spoke to each other like this before this year and you couldn’t help but feel guilty.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Theo.” You whisper just loud enough for him to hear, trying to get him to calm down. He looks at you before looking back at Mattheo, clenching his jaw, “Unbelievable.” Theo gets up and storms off, leaving the rest of the group in silence.

“That was awkward…” Pansy blurts out. Sometimes Pansy doesn’t know when to keep things to herself, that being one of them.

“What crawled up your ass?” Blaise asks Mattheo.

“Nothing, he’s just a fucking idiot sometimes. He doesn’t appreciate what he has.” He looks at you for a moment before getting up and leaving.

“Woah” Pansy says. The four of you, not including Daphne, finish eating, hanging around to talk for a bit before you pack up and start heading back to the Slytherin house.

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HARRYPOTTER X FEM!READER

The bet pt2

Warnings: swearing, smut, smoking

Harry awoke that morning with a smile on his face. He went into the slytherin common room to find a tired malfoy, pulling out a cigarette from the box that was laid on the table. “Want one?” He asked Harry.

Harry sat down next to him and took the cigarette between his fingers and lit it.

“So how is it coming along with the bet? You know the one we had with y/l/n”

Shit he thought, he’d forgotten about the bet “uh- well it’s going great, got a date with her tonight.” Malfoy smirked as he inhaled the smoke. “Look at you go, aye but something tells me somethings off.”

Harry now looked at him. “Don’t know what your talking about.” He didn’t want to tell Draco that he’d fallen for the girl, he didn’t like admitting he liked any girl.

“You don’t want her to find out do you?” Malfoy say up now. “You’ve fallen for y/l/n” Harry gave him a glare. “So what if I have? I regret making this stupid fucking bet, if she finds out it’ll hurt her. Like all the other girls I hurt.”

He honestly hated himself for this whole thing he’d done. “Don’t worry potter, your secrets safe with me” malfoy put out the blunt they were sharing, Harry was to concentrated

On you than to smoke so malfoy had the majority of it.

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Harry walked in the main hall to see you laughing with your friends, the sight of you it made him smile. He also saw Ron and Hermione talking at the gryffindor table, he knew that Ron had an eye out for the brunette and he was glad that he finally had gathered up the courage to talk to her.

Y/n turned to see Harry, she smiled and waved as she had gotten up. “You weren’t at my common room this morning”she said. “Sorry, woke up late” he honestly didn’t want to tell her that he smoked, he didn’t know what she’d think. “So why do you smell like smoke?” She looked at him concerned

“Umm malfoy smokes.” She nodded. “Come on I can walk you to your next class.” He took her bag and took her hand and intertwined it with his.

“You know you don’t have to take my bag, I can carry it myself.” She blushed, looking down at their hands. “Well i wanna carry it for you.” He said smiling softly “we still on for seven?” He asked “yeah, of course.” She said. They both walked into potions, deciding to be eachothers partners for this lesson, leaving Hermione and Ron working together. Y/n smiled as she kept looking over at her bestfriend blushing furiously as Ron helped her with the potion, as she needed help anyway, she was probably the smartest person in the room.

Harry had stuck with her as much as he could, if they had different classes he’d always be outside waiting for her every time the bell rang, taking her to her next class, risking to be late.

Lunch he ditched his mates and ate with her. Getting to know more about her.

“Where do your parents work.” Harry asked. “The ministry, my dads an auror my mothers a healer.” Y/n sat against the wall. “Interesting”

“What do yours do?” She asked back “my parents are apart of the order of the phoenix, my godfather is too, oh and my uncle.” Y/n nodded in response.

The bell rang for next period so Harry again took her to transfiguration.

After school had ended she’d practically ran into her dorm to get figure out what she’d wear for this date. She’d look through her closet to find a red dress. It was pretty but it wasn’t to fancy, she’d wear that with a denim jacket and some black heels.

She laid it on her bed, after she had eaten a little at dinner she’d come back up and change.

And that’s what she did.

She changed and waited for everyone to leave the common room, she sliped out her common room and waited for Harry.

Harry wore jeans and a shirt, wearing a flannel over it. He approached her looking up and down, y/n doing the same “hi” was all she said. He laughed pulling her along with him, heading to the Astronomy tower. “You look pretty tonight.” She giggled at his response. “Not bad yourself potter.”

They made there way up, y/n saw a blanket and a couple of snacks. “Not that much, but it’s a beautiful night tonight.” She walked forward. “It’s beautiful, Harry” she smiled. She sat down on the blanket seeing treacle tart, chocolate frogs, cauldron cakes, pumpkin pasties.

He sat next to her, admiring her in the moonlight as she looked at the moon. “you really do, look beautiful tonight.” She looked down as she couldn’t stop smiling.

She then looked at him for a moment, just one moment as she was trying to figure something out. “Fuck it.” She said. Climbing over all the treats and connecting his lips with hers.

He smiled into the kiss. Pushing her to the floor as he climbed over her.

“Bit bold of you to do that.” He smirked he kissed her neck. She let out a moan, closing her eyes “You really gonna fuck me against the floor? With no condom?”

He looked at her, she opened her eyes as he stopped. “What makes you think I didn’t bring one.” He reached into his pocket, pulling one out. “I’m guessing you’ve never fucked anyone before?” He finished as she nodded shyly.

“No need to be shy love, can I.” He grabbed the zipper of the dress. He wanted to make her feel safe as possible, make her feel loved.

“Yes” she nodded sitting up sliding her jacket off also. He undone her dress. Her dress sliding down her body, half of her breast revealed to him.

“Harry as much as I want you to kiss every inch of me, I need you” she placed her hand on his belt. He nodded, letting her undo his belt, he undone his jeans and pulled them off, y/ns dress getting flung off aswell. She looked down at his bulge, palming him through his boxers, Harry letting a whimper escape his lips.

He removed her panties, opening her legs to see her dripping wet for him. Y/n was now completely bare, y/n pulling on his boxers.

He didn’t let her wait any longer. Pulling his boxers down and rolling on the condom, her eyes widened at his size “is…is that gonna fit?”

“I’ll make it fit” he pushed into her, jolting back a bit at the sudden stretch, “holy shit” she let out a breath mixed with pain and pleasure. He didn’t wait for her to adjust, he fucked her hard and rough, y/n begged for more and scratched his back and eventually they both had came together, tangled in each others bodies. Slowly falling asleep.

AHHH STOP I ACTUALLY LOVE THIS

PS NEXT CHAPTER SHE FINDS OUTTTTT

[musicoftheheart]

4 8 11 for wip ask

hiya! thanks for the ask <3

4. dont walk too close

oh my GOD okay this might be my favourite wip at the moment. i started it a little while ive been on a hmt break because i was in need of angst and this fic is ANGST.

i dont want to say too much in case it turns out to be really spoilery, but its a sirius-centric/black brothers-centric fic that starts right as sirius leaves for hogwarts. ive seen a lot of depictions of him rebelling against his parents before he went to school, but what if he didn’t? what if he was their perfect son, but somehow ended up in gryffindor and learned that maybe the world wasnt what he thought? what if that changed everything?

what if — stick with me now — what if it changed where regulus was sorted, too?

yeah, thats right — im talking gryffindor!regulus.

the fic is gonna follow all of sirius’ first year — including the holidays — and then his second year too (regulus’ first). i dont know how far along ill take it, but if it only goes as far as second/third year, there’ll at least be an epilogue showing snapshots of later years. here’s a lil sneak peek of the very start:

Generally, Sirius Orion Black III was not afraid.

He did not hide; he did not cry; and he did not tremble.

Today, he felt like doing all three.

Of course, he wouldn’t. Mother had raised him better than that, for a start, but the pure humiliation of showing that sort of emotion was beneath him. He was a Black, for Merlin’s sake. To show his fear was perhaps one of the most ridiculous things he could do.

”Now, remember what I told you, Sirius,” his mother instructed, adjusting his shirt collar to sit properly against his neck. It was a little tight for him, but it made his jaw look sharp, so he wore it anyway. “You don’t want to go making acquaintances with the wrong sort.”

”I know, Mother,” said Sirius with a nod.

”And you tell the hat you’re a Slytherin like a good boy.”

Sirius nodded again. “Yes, Mother.”

Licking her thumb, his Mother smoothed back a lock of his hair that had fallen out of place. “I expect a letter home before the end of the first week to inform me of your fellow housemates and the connections you’ve made.”

”Of course, Mother.”

Stepping back, Walburga Black eyed him appraisingly, then nodded to herself. “Good. Kreacher!”

With a crack, their house elf appeared before them, head bowed. “Mistress Black,” he croaked.

”Take him to the station. Make me proud, Sirius,” she added with a stern look. Sirius only had time for a short nod before he felt the elf’s bony hand wrap around his wrist and with another loud crack, the pair of them burst away.

8. the warmth of your arms rivals the sun (its burning out)

hdfjgukyaegrf okay so this is a sequel to hold me tight (and never let me go), so im not going to say too much about it. all i will say though is that it is very james-centric. there are of course storylines for wolfstar, and for jegulus as a whole, but it is a james fic. it is my baby. you’re getting nothing more ;)

11. sink your teeth in

so, this one’s just a one shot i think. it actually might be integrated into either hold me tight, or the sequel. basically its touching on some of remus’ fears about his lycanthropy and how it might affect his relationship with sirius now that theyre becoming more — well — serious. i really like it actually, but its still in planning as well so there’s no snippet to share :(

thanks for asking! <33

[fandomnsfw]

My Blushing Red Head - Ronald Weasley x Reader

Pairing: Ronald Weasley x Malfoy!Reader

Prompt: My love for Ron and the lack of Ron fics.

Warnings: SMUT, fist fights, swearing etc. my names fandomNSFW for a reason 🤣

Description: You transfer to Hogwarts in your 6th year but as a Malfoy people have expectations ones that you have no intention of filling. Especially when a certain red head catches your eye.

Beta is my lovely @lets-imagine-fanfics she edited two fics last night so a big thank you to her ❤️

ENJOY!!

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The tall red head ran around the corner coming in at an alarming rate, straight for the dining hall. A few people turned to stare at him as he finally skidded to a stop in front of his two friends panting like a mad man. Hermione raised her brow at him as he was trying to splutter out a sentence that didn’t make a lick of sense. Harry chuckled a little as he observed his best friends face which was as red as his hair. 

“W-We have a transfer!” Ron stuttered still trying to catch his breath. 

“I didn’t think that ever happened?” Harry frowned as his eyes flickered to Hermione who just shrugged like she hadn’t heard of it either. 

“They're a Malfoy!” Ron whisper yelled at his friend making their eyes widen. 

“Oh great. Just what we need, another Malfoy. Did you see them? What year?” Hermione asked curiously.

“Our year. Nah didn’t see ‘em, Snape found me eves dropping.” Ron huffed with a pout as he started shovelling food into his mouth.

Hermione rolled her eyes at the red-haired boy as he blatantly ignored her look of disgust. Harry turned towards the halls giant doors with wide eyes suddenly, nudging Ron harshly making him glare at the other boy before taking in his wide eyes and following his line of sight.

Ron’s eyes widened to match his friends as he finally saw what he was looking at. There stood a H/C haired girl dressed in a cropped white shirt, a short black pleated skirt, with over the knee socks. Her hair was curled and pinned half back out her face and she wore heeled black loafers that made her legs look long and way more sexy than anyone should look in a Hogwarts uniform, in Ron’s opinion at least.

The biggest shock was the fact that she was covered in Gryffindor colours. Her black socks had red and yellow stripes at the top as well as a little Gryffindor badge on the side of each sock, she wore the red and yellow satin tie that was cut a lot shorter than everyone else’s and when she finally turned her head Ron saw a cute little Gryffindor bow at the back of her pinned back hair.

“Blimey.” Ron muttered his face turning the same colour as his hair.

“She’s a Malfoy?” Harry asked in shock a his jaw dropped.

Just then Draco stood up from his place at the Slytherin table and made his way over to his apparent family member. Everyone watched intently as a sneer made its way to her face. Draco scoffed at something she said before giving her a shove and before anyone knew what was happening Ron was out his seat.

However, before Ron could intervene she picked up her heeled foot and slammed it down on Draco’s shiny shoe covered foot. He let out a massive scream of pain as he hopped up and down on his uninjured foot while at holding his potentially broken one. Ron burst out laugh as he finally took the courage to approach the girl.

Your P.O.V

“That was bloody brilliant. Ron Weasley.” A voice said behind you causing you to spin around to face a rather handsome red head. His hand was held out to you it greeting.

“Y/N Malfoy. I’ve heard of you, Harry Potter, Ronald Weasley and Hermione Granger. The tales of your adventures and battles are very popular amongst other witch and wizards schools.” You chuckled making Rons eyes widen as you took his hand and gave it a soft shake.

“They didn’t tell me how handsome you were though.” You added with a smug smirk on your face as Ron’s face turned bright red matching his gorgeous hair, his hand slipping from yours.

He opened his mouth to speak however nothing came out as he seemed to splutter for any kind of vocabulary. He chose to point at himself, looking mildly confused which made you grin from ear to ear. Adorable. That was the word floating around in your head as you giggle behind the sleeve of your robe.

“Cute.” You mumbled behind your raised hand.

“You’ll have to excuse Ron he appears to loose the ability to speak around any outspoken confident females.” A female voice snorted behind Ron making you glance around to see a petite girl with mousy brown hair in curls. She was smartly dressed but you instantly felt like she’d been the kind of girl you wanted as a friend.

“Hermione Granger, and this is Harry Potter.” Hermione added making you smile happily.

“It’s so nice to meet you.” You giggled as you glanced at Ron again, who had still yet to move.

“I apologise, it’s seems I broke him.” You added making Harry burst out laughing.

“Ron snap out of it man. What could she have possibly said that shocked you this much?” Harry snorted quietly to Ron but you heard it anyway.

“S-She called me handsome.” Ron whispered into Harry’s ear as you had began busying yourself with a conversation with your fellow witch.

“Snap out of it man. If a beautiful girl tells you that, you need to return the sentiment. Or ask her out for a butterbeer or something.” He huffed with an eye roll as he finally turned back towards you.

Your eyes flickered to him see him finally move his eyes meet yours getting momentarily lost in them until Harry jabbed his elbow into the side of his ribs. You rolled your lips in an attempt to suppress your smile. You rarely spoke to boys in general, when you were at Castelobruxo in Brazil you hated most of the boys there. And you were definitely never that confident but being near someone so shy and stuttering made you gain confidence you never thought you had. 

“I-I can show you around if you’d like…Or walk you to y-your first class. If you’d like me to, obviously. If not that’s okay too. Oh god stop talking Weasley.” He muttered that last part to himself, but you heard which caused you to giggle as you approached him with your head held high.

You stood directly next to him before gripping onto his bicep and looking up at him. He looked at you then his friends with wide eyes before looking back towards you with a dopey smile that made your heart skip a little. He’s so cute.

Instead of being a typical egotistical boy who puts his hands in his pockets, as if having you hanging there was just an accessory, he bent his arm and used his other hand to place it over yours. It was something you’d seen your grandmother and grandfather still do when they went for a walk.

“I’ll catch you later guys.” Ron mumbled as he shyly glanced down at you. 

“Okay lover boy.” Hermione snorted with a dramatic eye roll as she dragged a Harry back to the dining table.

Ron led you out the hall ignoring everyone who was staring at the bizarre sight of Ron with an unknown girl. Ron imagines most of them are likely wondering how he had the hot new girls attention already. He didn’t care though because your hand was so small and soft and it sent flutters spiralling in his abdomen making him flush a little.

“I-I’m sorry for being so inarticulate. You shocked me a little, when I think Malfoy I think Draco and Lucias. Plus, your absolutely far too attractive to be out in public.” He joked, clearly trying to attempt an air of confidence.

“Hmm, no, I hate both of them. Their evil bloody arseholes. So, what do you suggest then Mr Weasley? Would you lock me away and keep me all to yourself?” You giggled making him flush once again.

“Sounds like the best course of action.” He replied with a cheeky grin on his face.

“How forward. Maybe take a girl to dinner first, Mr Weasley.” You joked back making his cheeks flush again.

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“I think I’m in love, mate.” Ron sighed with a dazed look on his face as he watched you stir the potions carefully as Hermione added another ingredient to the cauldron. 

“She’s not even been here a week, Ronald, you’re such a sap.” Harry snorted making Ron pout as he leaned on his hand still staring at you dreamily.

“She’s gorgeous. If I don’t make my move now, she’ll be snatched up before her first weeks over.” Ron argued with a dopey grin on his face.

“Well how did it go the other day?” Harry asked absently as he read through the recipe.

After Ron had explained everything that had happened Harry stared at him with wide eyes before they flickered over to the girl they were discussing, who funnily enough was looking at Ron with her own loved up look.

“It’s sounds to me like the feelings mutual, mate.” Harry laughs as he flicks his head in your direction causing Ron to look over at you again. 

He instantly caught you staring at him which caused your cheeks to flush, which Ron could see even across the room. He shot you a panty melting grin before turning to Harry with a smug smirk on his face.

“Go over there and ask to borrow fairy wings. We need another one anyway since you disintegrated ours while at staring at Y/N.” Harry huffed with an amused smirk on his face.

Ron nodded in response before wandering over towards you and Hermione. You looked up at Ron with a soft smile as Hermione ignored him, concentrating on her potion. You, however, gave Ron your full attention.

“Do you have spare fairy wings, love?” He asked sweetly his husky voice making you flush again as you fluttered your lashes at him.

“Hmm that depends what do I get in return?” You flirted shamelessly as you stepped a little closer to the tall boy.

“Name your price, poppet.” He teased with grin on his face as he dipped down so he was at your eye level.

You glanced over to the front of the class to see Professor Slughorn busy helping another student so you quickly turn back to the red head and planted a soft kiss on his cheeks lingering there for a second before pulling away to see his brightly flushed face. 

“Here you go, darling.” You giggled as you passed him the jar with the leftover fairy wings in.

“Th-Thanks.” He stuttered before running back towards Harry.

You looked back at Hermione who was staring at you with a raised brow and her arms crossed. You gave her a sheepish grin before you went back to stirring the cauldron silently. Though she clearly wasn’t going to just let it go. 

“I can’t tell if you’ve got nerves of steel to go after someone you fancy so easily or you just enjoy teasing him.” She chuckled making you grin brightly.

“Can’t it be both? He’s cute when he gets all flustered. And he’s handsome all the time.” You replied easily making Hermione roll her eyes.

“Just don’t break his heart. Or I’ll hex you.” Hermione states rather seriously making you nod in understanding. 

The rest of potions classes went off without a hitch, occasionally you and Ron would meet eyes and send each other smiles but apart from that nothing else occurred. However, as you made your way out the class your dreadful cousin stopped you in your tracks his smug little face making you wish you could have any other last name. 

“I saw you cosying up to Weasel-bee in class. I thought even you’d have better taste as a Malfoy, Y/N.” Draco scoffed with his usual sneer on his face, making you narrow your eyes. 

“I'd much rather be a Weasley than a Malfoy.” You spat just as Hermione, Harry and Ron came up behind you. 

“You are a disgrace to the family name!” Draco snarled as he stepped closer toward you in a rather threatening manner. 

“So is your receding hair line, Draco, but let's not be rude hmm?” You hissed, a grin making it way to your face when you heard the friend group behind you laugh. 

“At least I’m not throwing myself on the first bloke to show you an ounce of attention. Sla-”

“Don’t finish that sentence, Malfoy!” Ron snapped as he stepped in front of you and pushed Draco away. 

“Oh no, let him finish Ron honestly, I dare him to call me a slag! Go on Draco.” You challenged as you moved around Ron clenching your fists.

“Slag.” Draco whispered with a smirk on his face. 

You immediately slapped him round the face with as much force as you could muster making your cousins head flick to the side at the impact. His eyes widened a little before they narrowed into a glare and he tried to return he sentiment. Ron saw it coming and grabbed Draco by the collar hoisting him off the ground and slamming him against the brick wall. 

A few students had begun to gather around making you roll your eyes. Vultures the lot of them, always looking for a fight to watch and cheer on. You grabbed Rons bicep and tried to pry him away but he was having none of it. 

“Stay away from her. You hear me, Malfoy?” Ron snarled as you stood on your tip toes to whisper into his ear. 

“It's okay, love. Let's go before you get in trouble. Please?” You whispered soothingly in his ear his attention instantly back on you as he released Malfoy letting him fall to the floor. 

You urged him to run as you saw Professor McGonagall looking over at the crowd with a suspicious gaze. He let you lead him all the way to the Gryffindor common room, Harry and Hermione following closely behind. Hermione muttered something about meeting Neville for herbology homework and Harry said he had a date with Ginny so both of them disappeared pretty quickly after that, leaving you and Ron alone in the common room. 

“I have something for you.” You state as you take out the iPod you’d been carrying all day.

You passed him the contraption taking in his confused face with a soft grin on your own. You showed him the earbuds placing one of them on his ear and the other in yours as he stared in amazement as music started playing into his ear. Atlas by Shannon Saunders began playing into both yours and Ron’s ear. He listened intently clearly trying to take in the lyrics as you tried to fight the urge to dance. You loved dancing it felt like you could easily lose yourself in music ignoring everything in a room. 

“Why are you giving me this?” He asked with a soft grin on his face. 

“Muggle music is one of my favourite things, their lyrics are quite relatable sometimes. I thought you might like to try it I have another iPod back home.” You chuckled as you swayed a little in your seat. 

“And is this song relatable for you?” He asked with a raised brow making you flush a little. 

“Hmm it may or may not remind me of someone I recently met.” You mumbled shyly making him grin down at you. 

“There's one difference though.” He stated seriously as he stared into your eyes intently. 

“What's that?” You asked curiously with furrowed brows. 

“I do see you.” He whispered as his eyes flickered to your lips. 

Suddenly Ron’s lips were pressed to yours in the softest yet most passionate kiss you’d ever experienced. His hands came up to cup your jaw as he tilted his head to the side to deepen the kiss, is tongue brushing against your bottom lip. You whimpered against his mouth as you happily opened your mouth to allow his tongue to intertwine with yours. You barely even registered the song change as Ron's hand slid under the edge of your cropped school shirt, brushing against your bare rib cage.  

You moved to straddle Ron’s lap, his lips never left yours as you situated yourself on his upper thighs, ripping out the earbuds from both your ears and throwing them somewhere on the couch. Your hand thread into his gorgeous shaggy red hair gripping it softly as you continued to kiss him with all the pent-up tension that had been building for the last few days. When he let out a husky moan the sound made you grind down on Ron’s member causing his hands to fly straight to your ass gripping it over your pleated skirt.

Then there was a cough behind the couch making you both freeze as you slowly pulled away from each others lips. You looked over Ron’s shoulder to see the twins stood there with matching smirks on their faces. Ron didn’t know who it was yet as his head was now buried in your neck, the tips of his ears peaking from under his hair were bright red. You giggled a little making Ron look up at you, his bright red face making you clench your thighs around his hips. 

“Having fun little brother?” George snickered making Ron groan now realising who it was.

“Bloody hell.” Ron mumbled as he proceeded to lift you off his lap like you weighed nothing before turn to his brother and throwing a pillow from the couch at them. 

“This is the common room, Ronald, hardly the place to be shagging your girlfriend.” Fred smirked making me roll my eyes. 

“Last I checked you two didn’t even go to school here anymore.” You sassed as you grabbed Ron’s hand and began pulling him behind you towards the boy’s  dormitory. 

“Feisty.” George chuckled as you ignored them in favour of smiling at Ron who seemed to forget his brother's presence as he stared into your eyes with a dopey grin. 

“Use protection!” Fred screamed making Ron snap out of his dazed expression once again. 

You ignored the boys and dragged him upstairs the second you closed the door to Ron’s, Harry’s, Neville’s, Seamus and Deans room you grabbed his tie pulling him with you as you backed up to your bed. He shocked you however by leaning down and grabbing the back of your thighs hoisting you up so your legs could wrap against his waist. 

You let out a girlish squeal as he threw you on the bed, quickly following after you whilst his hand slid up your bare thigh, placing a kiss just above your over the knee sock. You gasped at the feeling as you looked down at him with half lid eyes. 

“You’re so beautiful, love.” He mumbled against the inside of your thigh making you whine in need. 

“Ron.” You moaned as he nipped at the skin there.

“Sound so pretty when you say my name.” He groaned as his hand hovered over the side zip on your skirt.

“You sure? I don’t want you to feel like we have to. I’d be happy to wait, princess, maybe take you on a date or two first.” He whispered softly as he came up to look you in the eyes. The new nickname made your heart flutter in your chest as you pulled him in for another kiss. 

You moved your hands to his tie, quickly loosening it and dropping it at the side of your bed before you began working on his buttons. You took off your own tie as well throwing both his shirt and your tie off the bed where you had thrown his tie. This boy was the sweetest and that’s exactly the reason you had no problem giving him this part of yourself. Yes, you wanted to give your virginity to someone you loved deeply however you would rather it be with someone you trust to take care of you. Just because you weren’t in love with Ron didn’t mean you wouldn’t be one day. Right now, you knew you needed him and you’d never wanted to do this with anyone else. 

“I want to do this with you. I trust you.” You whispered against his lips before pulling away to see his reaction. 

“G’na take care of you, love.” Ron promised as his lips met yours once again in a heated kiss, his tongue caressing yours as he began unzipping your skirt. He pulled away from your lips to rid your body of the material before looking up at you as he began unbuttoning your shirt. His eyes looked in your as if searching for any regrets as you were finally left exposed. 

You had a dark red lace lingerie set on that you were internally grateful that you wore today. He glanced at the frilly lace with hooded eyes before meeting your eyes again. You bit down on your lower lip as he traced his index finger down the centre of your abdomen before gripping the waist line of your panties. He slowly pulled them down giving you yet another chance to back out but you just flushed shyly as he finally rid you of the red frills covering your wet heat. When he glanced down to see just how wet you were he let out a groan his fingers immediately dipping down to tease your clit. 

“R-Ron, please.” You begged as he teased near your soaking entrance with his finger.

“Okay, love.” He whispered soothingly as he finally gave you what you want. 

The second his finger pushes inside of you, you let out a quiet gasp pushing against him desperate for more friction. He quickly added a second finger and began thrust them inside of you at an agonisingly slow pace. You grabbed Ron’s other hand and brought it up to your mouth before speaking. 

“Don’t have to be so gentle, Ron.” You moaned as you took two fingers into your mouth and began licking and sucking on them causing his eyes to darken. 

“I don’t wanna hurt you, princess.” Ron growled as if he was trying to hold himself back. 

“I can fit 3 of mine in.” You giggled which quickly turned into a moan when he curled his fingers upwards making you see stars. 

“For the love of Merlin, Y/N, can’t tell me you touch yourself while I’m trying to take this slow.” Ron moaned with a flushed face as he buried his head in your lace covered breasts. 

“I did it this morning while thinking of you.” You whispered into his ear seductively. 

“Fuckin’ hell.” He moaned against your breasts as he began scissoring his finger to stretch you out a little more. 

Your moans filled the room as you felt yourself getting closer which seemed to spur Ron on, his other hand came down to massage your clit as he began fucking you roughly with his fingers. His lips leaving kisses and bites wherever he could. You whined and moaned his name over and over again as you finally tumbled over the edge. 

“M’Cummin’.” You moaned loudly as you clenched around his fingers. 

He watched your face in amazement as your whole body shook from pleasure. When your body twitched from slight sensitivity he finally pulled away and palmed himself through his boxers. You stared up at him slightly dazed as you pulled him down for dirty kiss. You reached down to move his hand and pull his hardened member out his boxers.

“Need you inside me.” You pleaded as you began pumping his cock up and down in your hand. Ron leaned over to his bedside draw and pulled out protection opening the packet and slid it on his member. 

You guided him between your legs and lined him up with your entrance as he looked into your eyes as if asking one last time if you were sure. Instead on a verbal response you grabbed his hips and pulled him forward causing his tip to push inside. He instantly groaned at the tightness of your heat, gripping your hips as he slowly pushed his length inside. 

When he reached your barrier, he cupped your face with one hand, his other supporting himself, and stared into your eyes making you feel like you were the most precious girl in the world. He finally pushed through the barrier causing you to gasp at the pain. 

“Shhh it’s okay, I got you, princess.” He whispered against your cheek as he placed kisses along your jawline and the corner of your lips. He happily waited whispering sweet words against your skin until you finally felt the pain fade enough for him to move. 

You experimentally bucked your hips up causing him to brush against your g-spot making you moan loudly. He let go of your cheek, his hand flying down to your hip as he began slowly thrusting in and out of your heat. You felt so full of him that you weren’t making coherent sentences, so instead you ran your hands down his bare back, your nails digging into the flesh softly which seemed to turn Ron on more than you’d of thought it would because he began fucking into you slightly faster and deeper. 

“F-Fuck. You feel so good, love.” He moaned brokenly as he brought you in for another heated kiss. 

“Harder, baby.” You whined against his lips before your tongue tangled with his. 

The new nickname made his cock pulse inside you and you knew to file that away for another day as he answered your request happily. He began pounding into you as his free hand leaving your hip so he could reach between you two, rubbing circles on your clit. You didn’t think you’d get to cum twice on your first time, but Ron didn’t seem to be letting up as he kept thrusting inside of you. 

He moved a little repositioning as he ramped straight into your g-spot repeatedly making your eyes roll back as you dug your nails into his back again, rather harshly this time. You couldn’t bring yourself to care as you felt another orgasm making its way to the surface. Fuck, he knew exactly what to do he stayed in that position as he circled your clit faster making you clench your thighs around his waist.  

“R-Ron.” You screamed as you finally felt yourself unravel once again. 

“That’s it princess, cum on my cock.” Ron groaned his uncharacteristic words made your orgasm more intense as your heat quivered around his cock. He immediately followed you growling your name before he sunk his teeth into the skin on your shoulder, his thrusts slowed down until they finally stopped. 

 You both lay there holding one another, panting heavily until Ron finally pulled back enough to look at you. His eyes were still half lidded but more because he was drained, you caressed his face gently as you placed a chaste kiss on his lips. You nudged your nose against his sweetly as he finally pulled out of you. He quickly tied the condom and threw it away before pulling up his boxers and passing you your panties. 

You picked up his shirt and threw it on over your lingerie as he laid down next to you pulling you into his arms, your head resting on his bare chest. His hands absently played with your hair as he stared at the ceiling quietly. 

“W-Was that okay?” He stuttered the confidence from before gone as the shy Ron you liked so much was back. 

“It was perfect, Ron. Not many girls get to cum their first time, let alone twice.” You giggled as you propped yourself up to look down at him. 

“Really?” He asked with a frown.

“Really. I’m guessing that wasn’t your first time.” You chuckled softly making his eyes widen. 

“I-It was.” Ron muttered with a red face. Your eyes widened as you tried to compose yourself letting out an awkward cough.  

“H-How?” You stuttered out as your jaw dropped. 

“I-I just paid attention to your reactions, I guess. Surprising cos Hermione thinks I’m the most clueless bastard there ever was.” He mumbled shyly with a small laugh making you chuckle a little. 

“You are one of a kind, Ronald Weasley. I’d be really happy if you’d be mine?” You asked nervously as you avoided his eyes, fearful he’d reject you even after you’d had sex. 

He cupped your cheek and made you look him in the eye his face serious suddenly, as his eyes flickered all over your face as if searching for something. After a few seconds he seemed to of found whatever he was looking for as his eyes widened in amazement. 

“Did you think I’d say no?” Ron asked softly as he placed a kiss on your forehead. 

“You’re bloody beautiful, smart, kind, confident and for some reason you seem to find ME fit and worth ya’ time. Of course, I wanna be your boyfriend, love.” He added sweetly making me flush a little. 

“You are fit. You've got these broad shoulders that make my knees weak, I could stare into your eyes forever they’re so gorgeous. Your hair is beyond sexy and I could run my hands through it all day, even when your angry you’re hot as hell. Then sometimes there these moments where you gain this confidence you rarely have and it's such a turn on.” You rambled his eyes widening to a comical size.

“Grab another condom.” Ron instructed shyly as he glanced down at his member which was once again hard. 

“You’re insatiable, Mr Weasley.” You giggled as you reached into his bedside draw to out another condom. 

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 You could here some commotion downstairs that had your eyes fluttering open in an attempt to figure out what all the fuss was about. You finally fully opened them and glanced around the room realising you’d fell asleep in Ron’s bed. 

“You know where she is don’t you?” Hermione voice screamed from the boys staircase making you frown a little.

“She’s fine.” Harry stated but you could hear Hermione shuffling around until Harry yelped in pain.

Suddenly the boy was pulled into his bedroom by Hermione who was happily dragging him by his ear. You glanced down at Ron who was still sleeping as you stood up out of the bed his shirt falling to past your ass.

She glanced at you with a raised brow as someone else came running up the stairs. You gave Hermione a smirk as Ginny came into view, that said you were happy with your current whereabouts.

“Oh my merlin! Ew!” Ginny screamed as she seemed to register you’d had sex with her brother.

“It was definitely not ew.” You smirked making Ginny gag as she left the room dragging Harry with her mumbling something about taking the memory out her head.

“Just get up! It’s almost breakfast and next time leave a note or something.” Hermione scolded making you nod in agreement before she left the room.

You crawled onto the bed with a mischievous grin as you began placing kisses on his chest. Ron immediately opened his eyes his face slightly red which let you know he’d been awake a while likely too shy to face all his friends. 

“Come on before Hermione comes back up to drag me out here in my undies.” You giggled softly as he nuzzled into your neck dragging you into his lap.

“Not bloody likely. No other boy’s are seeing you like this.” He grumbled with an angry pout on his face.

“Hate to break it to you but Harry just did.” You snorted as you climbed off his lap and began dressing in your uniform from yesterday.

“I’m wiping his memory.” Ron deadpanned making you laugh as you leant over the bed now full dressed and pulled him in for a quick kiss.

“Meet me downstairs.” You called as you ran downstairs.

You hurried to your room to dress in your weekend clothing which consisted of a plain white tank top, a pair of leggings and a pair of plain white nikes. You ran downstairs to see Ron already stood there in a maroon knitted jumper with an ‘R’ on the front and a pair of black jeans. He saw you and instantly frowned before taking off his jumper, leaving him in a long sleeved plain grey top, passing the jumper to you silently. You raised an eyebrow but took the offered clothing item looking at it in confusion. 

“It’s cold out there.” He muttered with slightly flushed cheeks. 

“What about you?” You pouted making him smile softly. 

“I’ll be fine my tops at least long sleeved.” He stated softly as you finally pulled the top over your head. It was massive on you, easily reaching your mid thighs, the arms falling past your fingertips as you looked at Ron, he looked rather please at you wearing his clothes.

“You look cute.” He chuckled as he slung his arm over your shoulder pulling you closer so he could press a kiss on your head. 

You both walked down to the great hall in silence just happy to be with one another. As you entered the giant room a few people looked at you and Ron, causing him to drop his arm which made you frown up at him with a sad gaze, making him instantly regret pulling away. He quickly pulled you back placing another kiss on your head as you both walked over to your friends.  However, before you got there you heard Draco and his friend snicker making you stop in your tracks. 

“Just leave it love, he’s not worth it.” Ron muttered softly as he pulled you away but as Ron turned away he must’ve heard Draco mutter something under his breath because he released you and dragged your cousin straight out his seat throwing him on the floor.

“What did you just say?” Ron screamed as he pointed down at Draco. 

“I said your girlfriend is a no good whor-”

Ron didn’t even let him finish his sentence as his fist came straight down across Draco’s face. Your eyes widened in shock as Harry ran over to try dragging Ron off the other boy, he wasn’t budging thought as he landed hit after hit on him, Draco not even having chance to fight back. You squat down next to Ron and grabbed his arm before speaking. 

“He’s had enough, baby.” You muttered softly making him look up at you as he finally dropped Draco. 

“Ronald Weasley, explain yourself this instant!” You heard Snape shout as he came striding into the great hall with an angry face. 

“It was my fault.” You stated instantly making Ron frown. 

“No, it wasn’t, it was his. He called Y/N a no-good whore, he deserved every bloody punch.” Ron huffed angrily as he took your hand in his, stroking the back of it with his thumb.

“Detention for a week. You too Mr Malfoy. You’re lucky you’re not getting expelled, Weasley.” Snape stated as he turned to you. 

“Thank you, Severus.” You chuckle making him look around awkwardly before exiting the hall. 

“He knows my mum. Mum claims he always had a soft spot for her in school.” You whispered to Ron making his eyes widen. 

“I didn’t even know Snape had friends. Let alone feelings.” He laughed as you both made you way to sit down. 

Well this first week had been eventful, you slapped your cousin, lost your virginity, got a boyfriend and then he beat up your cousin in your honour. I wonder what the rest of the year will hold. 

[the-disaster-in-waiting]

The Apothecary (Severus Snape x Reader)

The air was thick with the smell of potion ingredients but what would you expect from ‘The Apothecary’. It was quiet though quieter than usual on a Sunday morning looking around she noticed that there were only three others in the store with her a woman and two men walking about their business overlooking all the fine ingredients and pondering whether the prices were a steal.

“Excuse me” she heard jumping out of the way of the slow and methodical voice towering behind her.

She turned to see who the voice belonged to and dropped her shoulders upon seeing the Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry’s own potions master. She watched as he passed her to a table littered with ingredients eying them, carefully overlooking the choices, and plucking only the most suitable ones into the brown paper bag he held in his second hand.

This was not an abnormal occurrence. Not Severus browsing the shop but (Y/N) gazing at him in wonder, he was always so quiet only uttering the barest of comments or reply’s. Always looking away from anyone’s eyes and always in those stuffy black cloaks even when the sun was screaming for shorts and a polo but no Severus Snape would never bare himself to the scrutiny of Diagon Allys patrons. (Y/N) was not sure why she was so curious about the still relatively new potions professor, but she was.

Deciding she had had her fill of stalking the lonely man for the day (Y/N) turned to check out her items a paper bag holding one lowly dugbog tongue.

“Oh dear” was shouted by a loud feminine voice following a loud crash, bang looking behind (Y/N) saw a young wizard fallen to the ground fitting and seizing his face blank but stretched in pain (Y/N) looked to the space he had just occupied seeing an ajar bottle of Poison Ivy concentration. Running over to the man she ripped off her jacket folding it and placing it under the seizing wizards head and making quick work of removing his Slytherin tie and unbuttoning the dress shirt he wore before turning him on his side watching with intent eyes catching his every movement completely oblivious to the Potions professor who ran and settled himself behind the boy watching over him as a protective carer.

Looking above the boy’s face she finally noticed the man looking at him diligently timing how long the seizure had been going for and looking around the room for the intrusion on the poor boys health.

“He opened a bottle of Poison Ivy Concentration must have smelt it too much, can cause these sorts of reactions.” (Y/N)’s voice was just above a whisper. Scared she’d insult the professor’s intelligence with the words that spilt from her mouth. He didn’t reply at least not verbally but looked at her and nodded in appreciation or just to let her know she’d been heard she was unsure but was more focused on being so close to his face taking in all that she could see better now. His nose she already knew was hooked and his hair a deep black but on closer inspection his nose fitted his face and his hair was a rich black that covered him like a curtain closing him off from her and anyone else trying to close in on his emotions.

Slowly the young wizards fitting stopped and he slowed to deep breaths scared eyes observing his surroundings, noticing his professor he started trying to excuse any misdoings.

“Professor Snape I am so sorry I swear I… I was just trying to see what the smell was I…I didn’t know it would do that” Severus cut him off looking to him and (Y/N) “are you alright?” the boy looked surprised by Severus’ concern for his health “Yea sir I’m fine”.

“Are you sure? No nausea? Do you have a headache or feel any numbness or pins and needles anywhere?” (Y/N) intruded on the conversation between professor and student.

“Yes ma’am I swear I’m fine’ the boy continued as he rose slowly using the professors and (Y/N)’s arms for support ‘can I go now I swear I’m fine I just want to go back to my dorm now” the boy looked to the adults like a child in trouble not realising the worry they both held for him overruled any kind of punishment he thought they would usher unto him.

“Go to Madame Pomphrey for a check up and then straight to your dorm 10points from Slytherin for your lack of common sense I will send a letter to your parents later Booth” and with that the boy nodded to the two in understanding and running out to Hogwarts.

(Y/N) now standing checked her bag for her dugbog tongue and waved a goodbye to the shopkeeper before making her exit to find a suitable place to apparate. As she followed a corner towards an empty space she felt a presence follow her before a hand landed on her shoulder.

“You forgot this” Severus’ familiar voice drawled holding out her jacket she’d used to make a pillow for the young Mr Booth. Taking a deep breath at the sight of the familiar man she grabbed his offering and hung it over her forearm. Before deciding that if she were ever to talk to him again now would be the perfect time.

“thank you and you were very good with that student back there” (Y/N) looked at him. His eyes darting around, hair almost hiding them.

“He will be fine Booth is known for making mistakes this may finally be the push to grow up.” He readied to walk away. Before finishing the conversation “If you are worried about him Nurse (Y/N) please feel free to visit him” as his face turned and disappeared along with the rest of him around the corner.

(Y/N) stood in herself for a moment not only had she talked with Severus but he knew her not just her name but Her. She let out a small smile before disappearing herself leaving the alley empty without a trace of the experience.