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Merry Christmas!! ^ ^

A little belated but heartfelt:

(God I really just died like that didn’t I 😭)

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You don’t have to do this lol but—hear me out—Imelda, Poppy, and MC as throuple parents?? 👀

The fandom would implode appreciate your saintly work

This is totally not something I’ve been obsessing about ever since I started writing Two Snakes like – it would probably be so chaotic but also quite wholesome? Imagine Poppy teaching them to be proper and kind, MC acting like the overprotective parent and then Imelda constantly pushing them to be better versions of themselves (though also being the one they pick up all the cussing from, to the great horror of the other two)?

I’d love to explore their different parenting styles tbh, might do a little spin-off once I’ve figured out the rest of the main series :eyes:

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Two Snakes And A Badger: Chapter III

Pairing: Imelda Reyes x f!MC x Poppy Sweeting

Summary: Poppy faces down her past. A bond is strengthened, and consummated. (Or: The Sexual Awakening of Poppy Sweeting)

Word count: 12.4k

Content warning: NSFW (18+). Minors DNI. Very soft and wholesome smut, cunnilingus, fingering, threesome, fluff, lots of feels, angst, confronting past trauma, sunflower trio being my absolute life force

Link to Chapter I Link to Chapter II

A/N: I just realised the past chapters each took me like a month but I've been so much looking forward to writing this one that the words just kept flowing and... here we are.

I'll be honest, this might just be the most wholesome piece of writing I've ever penned down. It's got angst, fluff, really steamy and soft smut... just happy feels all around. I hope those of you who have been following this series (or are maybe just discovering it) enjoy reading it as much as I did bringing it to life 🖤

You turned and twisted in your bed, letting out a frustrated sigh as any hope of sleep kept eluding you. You tried to think of anything to wear out your mind, even resorting to reciting potion recipes at one point, though you knew it would be of no use. Whatever attempts you made, your thoughts kept drifting back to that big, nameless void deep inside you, plaguing you with doubt, making you ask the same questions over and over again.

It wasn’t that you had anything to be discontent with – far from it, in fact. Over the past few months, your relationship with Imelda and Poppy had steadily blossomed, giving you something new to appreciate almost every single day. You were enjoying each other so much, always spending time together after class, studying on the stands during Imelda’s trainings or laughing at each other as you took turns trying to catch a Diricawl. There had been the curious looks and the expected rumours, of course, but over time the general Hogwarts populace seemed to have accepted the idea that you were just really an odd bunch of close friends. It probably also helped that Imelda didn’t shy back from threatening to curse anyone who dared to speak as much as an ill word of Poppy – which had turned out to be a source of ample amusement between you and the Hufflepuff.

Hell, even your sex life didn’t leave much to be desired. Imelda had always been a feisty vixen, but having an audience seemed to have brought out an even wilder side of her that was capable of doing things you had never thought humanly possible. And that didn’t even include how much of a turn-on it was for you to have Poppy watch while you fucked each other senseless. Perhaps it had taken some getting used to, but nowadays it was weirder to not have her there than the other way around. Also, you had to admit it was kind of hot to have Imelda constantly snog you and pinch your arse in Poppy’s presence as a way of teasing you both. You were glad she was comfortable enough to be part of your dynamic like this, even though maybe it wasn’t as intimate as it could be.

So what was it then that was bothering you so much? Was there any way in which you had failed them? Was there anything you hadn’t been completely honest about, either to them or to yourself? Were you really happy with the way things had been going between you three?

Your thoughts were interrupted by a weight shifting onto your bed, sliding behind you under the sheets. You felt a firm presence pressing up to your back as an arm wrapped around your waist. A warm breath tickled your ear.

“Bad dreams?” you whispered, your words slipping into a smile.

“I figured you could do with some company,” replied Imelda. “I have a sense for these things, you know.”

“You’re so considerate,” you chuckled, snuggling closer against her. “Almost makes me think you’ve gone soft.”

“Right. The sacrifices I make,” She lifted her head, planting a soft kiss right below your ear. The physical relief grounded you, allowing you to focus on something other than your thoughts for a moment. “In all seriousness though, are you all right? I’ve noticed you’ve been a little out of it lately.”

So she had caught on too. You weren’t truly surprised, but you weren’t immediately eager to tell her the full truth either.

“I don’t know,” you said. “It’s probably nothing.”

Imelda snorted. “Yeah, you always say that when something’s up. You can talk to me, you know. I’m not actually allergic to feelings.”

Part of you wondered whether there was any use to making up an excuse, but then again, you weren’t sure why you were always so resistant to being open about your emotions either. It wasn’t like you were doing a very stellar job handling them yourself, after all.

You sighed, taking hold of her hand. “I suppose it’s just… Mel, do you think I’ve been doing the right thing?”

Imelda was quiet for a few seconds before answering. “Elaborate.”

“Well,” you said, turning over so you were facing her, “I tell myself that I’m happy, and I am, though I keep wondering… have I been taking the right approach? Isn’t there more I could do to make this easier for you two?”

She cocked an eyebrow. “You make it sound as if we didn’t want this as much as you do. We’re in this all together, MC.”

“I know that. It’s just… I suppose I feel responsible, in a way. I was the one who suggested we get together in the first place, and even though I know you wanted it as well… I can’t help but feel like I dragged you along in something that perhaps none of us were really ready for.”

Imelda was silent for another minute, turning your words over in her head. Soon enough though, she shrugged. “Maybe we were, maybe we weren’t. I don’t see why that matters now. We’re happy together, aren’t we?”

“I guess. But, you know, aren’t you slightly regretting that we never got to see where our relationship would have taken us?”

This time it took her a bit longer to answer. Her eyes darted down before meeting yours again. “No,” she said. “Like I told you, I don’t think it was a relationship I would have been happy with. And in fairness, I did take a risk on you the first time, so it wasn’t too big of a leap the second time around.”

Even though you had not truly expected her to harbour any regrets, it was still a relief to hear that Imelda wasn’t blaming you for anything. Noticing your pensive look, she brought a hand up and lightly touched your chin. “Hey, this was as much my choice as it was yours. It’s not some thrill thing I was after, if that’s what you’re thinking. I wanted to be a part of this because I love you, both of you.”

You smiled softly. “I’m glad. I… well, I hope Poppy feels the same way.”

“Of course. Why wouldn’t she?”

“Well… it’s just that I remember how big of a step it was for her to come out of her shell and even trust me… so I merely hope that I didn’t rush her into anything. I know that this must be more daunting for her than for either one of us.”

“I think you underestimate her,” Imelda countered. “For all the bad your little fuck-up did, it did bring us a lot closer together. After I talked her out of feeling guilty over what happened, she confessed how much she envied our relationship – you should have seen her face when I told her I wouldn’t mind if she started dating you as well. I think, letting her be a part of this – of us –, was the greatest gift you could have given her.”

“You really think so?” you asked, hesitatingly. “I don’t know… it feels like she’s still holding back sometimes. She only ever watches when we’re getting intimate, after all.”

“I thought you liked it when she watches,” Imelda replied, adding a playful smirk.

“Shut up,” you said, giving her a light shove. “You know what I mean.”

“Look, you just need to give her some time. Our relationship was all about sex before it turned into something more. I think she wants it to be more than that. She’ll come around when she feels ready to.”

“I suppose you have a point.” You knew she was right, actually; as tempting as it was to fret about all the things you could do better, you also knew that some things just couldn’t be rushed.

“Hey,” she said, touching your cheek to draw your gaze. “Stop worrying your pretty little head so much. We both see all the effort you’re putting into making this work. You just need to remember that you can’t keep carrying the entire world on your shoulders.”

“Yeah, I know,” you sighed, finding a new sense of strength in her assurance. “You’re right, as always.”

“Just you remember it.” She planted a tender kiss on your forehead. “Now, go to sleep. Nurse’s orders.”

You smiled as you turned over once more, wrapping yourself into her warm embrace. “Will you stay and hold me like this for a bit?”

“Of course. I’ll be here when you wake up.”

Soothed by her promise, you allowed yourself until the clutches of sleep were finally coming for you, carrying you away to darker depths. Imelda’s arms were like a comforting blanket, keeping you safe from the doubts and the anxieties, reminding you that sometimes all that mattered were the simple things in the world – and there was plenty for you to have.

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The next morning, the two of you got dressed and headed out to the Great Hall to see Poppy, as usual. When you arrived, however, you noticed to your confusion that the Hufflepuff was neither sitting at the table with her housemates, nor waiting for you at the secluded spot you sometimes used for sneaky greeting kisses. You and Imelda looked around for a while before meeting back at the Slytherin table.

“You haven’t seen her either?” you asked.

Imelda shook her head. “Not at the usual places. I’ll go ask Adelaide, maybe she overslept.”

While your fellow Slytherin set out to inquire after Poppy’s whereabouts, you tried venturing some guesses of your own. You weren’t instantly assuming something was wrong – after all, she might have merely come down with something – but it was hard to ignore the voice nagging at the edge of her mind. It was difficult to imagine industrious Poppy Sweeting oversleeping, or being late to anything, for that matter.

Fortunately, Imelda returned with at least some news. “Adelaide says she left their dorm early this morning. Packed up a bunch of things and bolted without saying where she was going, apparently.”

It was as if a cold fist closed itself around your heart. “Oh Merlin,” you cursed. “I know where she’s headed.”

Imelda looked at you questioningly. “Care to fill me in?”

“There’s no time. We’ve got to get to the Forbidden Forest, now.”

She didn’t need another word; the urgency in your voice had told her all she needed to know. “We can use my broom,” she said, already starting towards the flying grounds. You followed close behind, desperately hoping that for Merlin’s sake, you wouldn’t be too late.

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“Mind finally telling me what we’re looking for?” Imelda yelled over her shoulder. Beneath you, a sea of meadows and the occasional cluster of trees zipped by as you soared across the highlands. Your eyes were fixated on the perimeter of dark oaks held back by a small, meandering river, searching for any sign of life amongst the crooked trees.

“She should be around somewhere,” you yelled without looking away. “She often uses this stretch as a staging area! Look for Highwing!”

Imelda gave a small nod in understanding, leaning forward on her broom to accelerate. You were trying very hard to channel all your attention into finding Poppy, though even so, it was difficult not to feel upset at the entire situation. Why had she not mentioned anything to you or Imelda? Had she felt that she couldn’t trust you for some reason? It didn’t make sense – you had accompanied her many times before, so why had she decided to cut you off now?

Finally, you noticed a shift in Imelda’s trajectory as you started plunging downwards. Strengthening your grip on her waist, you peeked over her shoulder and noticed the welcome sight of a white Hippogriff against the tree line. Imelda made a dive right for the spot, not slowing down until you nearly crashed into the ground. You wasted no time in climbing off the broom and running towards Highwing. The creature lifted its head to look at you as you approached, emitting a single surprised-sounding squeak.

Imelda came to stand next to you. “So? Where is she?”

“She must have already entered the forest,” you concluded. “But she can’t have gotten far. Come, let’s find her.”

The two of you formed up in a single line and made your way into the forest. The trees quickly began closing in on you, forcing you to light your wands to make out your surroundings. You were at least thankful Poppy had made little effort to cover her tracks, leaving you the occasional small footprint in the mud to follow.

“I’ll tell you what, she could at least have found a more decent place to host a surprise party,” Imelda growled behind you.

“I’m just dying to know what’s gotten into her,” you sighed, shaking your head. “I knew she could be reckless, but she’s never blindsided me like this before. Why didn’t she at least tell us?”

“Perhaps because she predicted we would insist on coming with her? It’s not that complicated, you know.”

Your fist tightened around your wand. “Well, she didn’t have the right. She can’t just put her life on the line like this and expect us to do nothing.”

Driven by a sudden bout of anger, you were so caught up in your marching that you were a little thrown off when Imelda put a hand on your shoulder and forced you to stop. “Hey, I’m not saying that I disagree,” she said, looking you straight in the eye. “But remember to count to ten before you open your mouth. You don’t want to say anything you’ll come to regret later.”

The irony of Imelda Reyes telling you to cool it was not lost on you, though you ultimately knew her to be right. After all, you had made a promise, and you doubted whatever reason Poppy might have had for surprising you like this was worth jeopardising your relationship over.

You pushed her hand away, letting out a sigh. “Let’s just concentrate on finding her, all right? I just want to make sure she’s safe.”

Without waiting for her reply, you continued pushing forward. As you made your way deeper and deeper, you started to get increasingly worried about the possibility of something having happened to the Hufflepuff, though before you had any chance to properly panic, Imelda forced you to stop again.

“What is it now?” you asked, annoyance growing in your voice.

“Hush,” she hissed. “I heard something. It might be –”

Without warning, a bright flash shot right past your ear and struck a tree behind you. You immediately swivelled around, flinging a curse of your own in the direction the spell had come from. Unsure of whether you had hit your intended target, you and Imelda assumed an offensive position, wands pointed at your mysterious target.

“Whoever you are, you better come out before we blast you to pieces,” Imelda called out. You held your breath as you waited for a reply, the sound of your heart beating madly in your chest the only disturbance, though the response wasn’t exactly what you had expected.

“MC? Imelda?”

You lowered your wand with an audible sigh of relief as a small figure appeared from the trees. She pulled her hood back, revealing a pair of confused brown eyes. “What are you doing here?”

“What does it look like?” you responded, slightly more aggressive than you had intended. You felt Imelda throwing you a cautious glance, though she didn’t say anything. “What were you thinking, coming out here by yourself? You’re pursuing poachers again, aren’t you?”

“Would you please keep your voice down?” Poppy snapped back, the commanding tone in her voice catching you off guard. “They might have a patrol nearby. I’d rather not have you draw them straight towards us.”

After taking a minute to calm yourself, you nodded to signal to her that you were ready to behave. She took a deep breath and looked up to meet your eye. “Look, I meant to tell you, and I would have. But my window of opportunity was closing fast, and there was simply no time to ask you along, so I did what was necessary.”

“Why didn’t you at least let us know where you were going?” you asked. “It wouldn’t have been too difficult to leave us a message.”

“Because…” She hesitated, briefly, before proceeding, “Because I didn’t want to make it easy for you to follow me.”

So, there it was. She really had not wanted you to find her. But why? What was the reason for this stunning betrayal?

“Poppy, I don’t know why you think you can’t trust us, but –”

“You misunderstand,” Poppy said. “It’s not a matter of trust. It’s just that… this is something I needed to do on my own.”

“But we’re your friends. You can’t possibly expect us to –”

“I understand,” Imelda said.

You and Poppy immediately fell silent at the voice of the Slytherin. She looked straight at Poppy, leaning on her broom. “Really, I do,” she said. Obviously this is important to you, so much so that you felt you could only rely on yourself to handle it. I used to think the same for most of my life – only trusting myself, pushing away everyone because they would never be able to be as serious as I was. You might think of it as a strength, but it won’t feel that way when it really matters. I wish I had found that out for myself sooner.”

Rarely had you heard her speak with such a solemnity before – the last time, as far as you could remember, was that night when she had opened up about her feelings for you in the Slytherin common room. You knew her message was more directed at Poppy than you, of course, though that didn’t mean you were any less stirred by it.

You turned back to the Hufflepuff. “Please,” you urged, “we know it’s not for us to interfere. But at least allow us to protect you. It would destroy us to see you get hurt.”

At last, and to your great relief, Poppy nodded. “All right then. But we must be quick about it, and I would ask you to follow my lead at all times.”

“Of course.” You were pretty sure you would have agreed to any condition at this point; so relieved you were that she had at last decided to put her faith in you.

You resumed your journey together, Poppy in front, Imelda behind. You walked in silence for a while, keeping your ears peeled for any unnatural sounds from the forest around you. After a few moments, Poppy slowed her pace to allow you to catch up with her.

“I would have told you, truly,” she whispered.

“I know,” you replied. “I’m sorry I reacted so harshly. I was just worried sick about you.”

A spark of gratitude shimmered in her eyes. “To be perfectly honest, I was already having regrets from the moment I departed the castle. For what it’s worth, I was relieved to see you both, even if I didn’t say as much at the time.”

“Well, all of that doesn’t matter now. We’re in this together. And we will always look out for you, no matter what.”

That being said, you couldn’t help but feel some lingering uncertainty about her lack of elaboration. You thought back to the conversation you’d had with Imelda last night, the reservations you’d expressed about Poppy’s part in your relationship. You figured it would at least be worth prodding a little.

“By the way,” you said, “if for whatever reason you feel as if you need to prove something to Imelda and me –”

Poppy shook her head. “Oh no, that’s not it at all. My motivations are strictly personal, as with the other times… it’s simply about righting wrongs. Making up for the destruction my parents have wrought.”

You felt an instant pang of sympathy. At the same time, you knew it would be useless to try convincing her that her parents’ choices weren’t in any way her fault, having had that conversation many times before. So instead, you asked, “Clearly this time is different, though. This isn’t some simple rescue mission, is it?”

Poppy hesitated before replying, “I… I managed to intercept a communication a few days ago. I had been tracking this group for a while, so I easily deduced that it must have come from them. But the peculiar thing was that the note bore a seal I recognised – it was the same seal stamped on several letters my Gran kept at her home. That’s when I realised… the seal meant that this particular group was affiliated with my parents.”

Your eyes widened at the discovery. “That’s…” you said, trying to find the right words, “does that mean –”

Poppy shook her head. “They never stayed long with any group. They were a paranoid lot, rightfully so – always worried someone would tell on them or try to steal their… ‘merchandise’. But that doesn’t mean I have any less of an obligation to burn every trace of them to the ground.”

The belligerent fire in her voice may have surprised Imelda, but not you; at last you understood. This was not some heroic effort, or even a selfless rescue mission, for that matter. Poppy was here to bring cold vengeance – and you were merely along for the ride.

After trekking through some more miles of dense forest, the three of you finally reached the edge of the poacher compound. You managed to find a secluded spot up on an elevated stretch of terrain that allowed you a good look at the camp’s layout. Beckoning you closer, Poppy pointed out the difficulties you would face in your approach. “See how they’ve clustered all the cages at the centre? Very clever – they’ve made sure to cover every path leading into the camp. It’s most likely that their patrols are randomised as well, so even if one were to be able to sneak past their defences and get to the animals, they’d almost certainly be caught if they tried to make their way out.”

“Doesn’t seem like they want to make it any easier for us,” you grumbled. “So, what is your plan? We can’t exactly go in wands blazing.”

“Quite simple now that you’re here, actually. We cause a distraction.”

“But how? You just said they will be able to see us coming from every direction.”

“But not from the sky,” said Imelda.

You assumed she was merely trying to lighten the mood at first, but when you saw her clutching her broom with an all too familiar look in her eyes, you honestly wished she had been. “Don’t even think about it,” you said firmly as you shook your head, “it’s far too dangerous –”

“No more dangerous than if we were to storm in there together,” Imelda countered. “It makes perfect sense. I can swoop in and out before they even realise what hit them, which should give you enough time to release the beasts and make your escape.”

“But there must be some other way,” you maintained. “You can’t be out there risking your neck all by yourself –”

“Be realistic, MC, it’s not like we have the luxury of being picky here,” Imelda snapped back, her tone growing more annoyed. “It’s the best option we have right now. You know that they won’t be able to catch me as long as I stay on my broom. I won’t take any unnecessary risks.”

You knew she made sense, of course; even Poppy conveyed as much by not saying anything. You sighed before conceding. “All right. But at the first hint of trouble, you turn back and get to safety. Don’t try to pull off any stupid heroics.”

She didn't say anything, which you supposed was as good as you would get from her. After exchanging one more look with you both, Imelda turned around and snuck away through the bushes.

The two of you turned back to spying on the compound, trying to find the best route for approaching. As the gravity of the situation finally started weighing down on your shoulders, though, you couldn’t help but keep looking up at the sky now and then, anxious to see a sign of Imelda.

Perhaps in an effort to calm your nerves, Poppy said, “She’s a very brave soul, that one.”

“I don’t know if it’s so much brave as reckless,” you sighed. “I truly hope she’s not going to try anything stupid.”

Poppy placed a hand on your wrist. “She’s as safe as she can be up there. We will be facing the greatest risk – we will need to be ready as soon as she launches her distraction.”

“You’re right,” you nodded, grateful that the Hufflepuff at least had a better sense of mind than you did. “Just… let’s try to be swift about this, all right? I know how much this means to you, but I don’t want you to get hurt.”

You were afraid to look at her, expecting to see that vengeful flame burning in her eyes, though a wave of relief washed over you when you saw a familiar sparkle of innocence. She flashed you a soft smile, briefly touching your cheek. “Don’t worry, I won’t try anything rash. I… I’m glad I’m not facing this alone, MC.”

Before you could respond, you heard a loud screeching sound, followed by a blast that nearly knocked you off your feet. You turned just in time to see one of the tents exploding in a large ball of fire, a barely visible shadow shooting through the black fumes.

“Well, she certainly didn’t waste any time,” you cursed under your breath. “Let’s move!”

And so you set off, using the cover of the distraction to make your approach. Imelda reduced a few more tents to ashes as you slipped through the bushes and past the makeshift fortifications, which were quickly all abandoned. The poachers had devolved into a complete state of disarray, shouts of panic and rage filling the air as shadows sped past you, paying no attention to you at all.

You managed to reach the cases without too much trouble, only having had to dispatch one stray trapper with a Body-Bind Curse. Poppy quickly turned to you, holding out her hand. “There’s no time to catch them all. Hand me the Nabsack, I’ll rescue the weakest while you set the other ones free.”

You nodded in understanding, conjuring the bag and throwing it over to Poppy. After you split up, you hurried over to the cage holding the Mooncalves, pointing your wand at the lock and disposing of it with a well-aimed Unlocking Charm. As you watched the quirky creatures practically jump over each other in their rush to escape, your thoughts returned to your girls, wondering how they were faring. Your heart was pumping rapidly, adrenaline flowing through your veins, panic threatening to overwhelm you at every turn. Something was wrong. You hadn’t heard anything from Imelda since she had attacked the camp, and freeing the animals was taking far too much time for your liking. You should return to Poppy and make your escape; you couldn’t allow yourselves to get caught.

No, you thought, slapping some sense into yourself. Your collective success depended as much on you as the others; the best way you could protect your friends was by moving fast, and ceasing this meaningless maelstrom of dread.

So you set about finishing your mission, moving from cage to cage, opening the doors without wasting a single second. The risk of being caught at any moment pressed on your mind, though you simply ignored it, not allowing yourself to fall victim to your own hesitance.

At last, you reached the final cage, which contained a large Thestral and a smaller one – presumably a family. You removed the lock with a flick of your wand and pushed the door open, but the mature Thestral didn’t budge, merely looking at you before she went back to nursing her calf.

“Well, come on then,” you hissed, beckoning the pair. After your call went unanswered again, you moved into the cage, trying to see what was wrong. You had to circle a few times before you finally noticed the calf was limping; approaching cautiously, you discerned a large gash running down one of its hind legs.

“Animals,” you growled under your breath. The wound did not seem to run deep, though you had no way of knowing whether it was infected, and you lacked the expertise to apply any sort of treatment. Poppy would need to have a look, but this meant that you would need to find a way to get the creatures out of here, fast.

Aiming your wand, you stood back and tried to get the larger Thestral’s attention. “Step away,” you said, hoping at least your meaning would get through. But the mother was defiant, letting out a snort as she refused to leave her young.

“Listen, I wish to help you,” you tried again, enunciating each word. “But you have to step aside so I can move your young one.”

Still no response. Well, this clearly wasn’t working. Seeing as you had no other option, you pocketed your wand and strode over to the small Thestral. The mother eyed you warily, but you gently placed your hands on the black leathery skin to make your intentions plain. “See, I mean you no harm. Please let me help.”

You saw your reflection captured in the misty orbs, nostrils flaring, though there was no protest as you moved to lift the calf from the ground. The young was heavy, but you somehow managed to pick its delicate body up in your arms, carefully adjusting your hands so as not to inflict any needless discomfort. The mother followed close behind as you began carrying the creature out of the cage. By now most of the compound was covered in thick black smoke, obscuring any landmarks you might have been able to use to find your way back, so you simply kept pressing forward, hoping you wouldn’t run into any poachers. Every once in a while a yell in the distance would cause you to increase your pace, gritting your teeth against the weight of the body in your arms, which started to feel even heavier with every passing minute.

Finally, you reached a clearing which you seemed to recall connecting to one of the entrances of the camp. You hurried along, ignoring the wailing Thestral in your arms, feeling the breath of its mother down your neck. Just a few more meters… almost in the clear… you would have to –

“Stop right there!”

A red curse shot right over your head, causing you to freeze in your tracks. A gravelly voice called out to you, “Looks like I caught myself an intruder. Are you just going to leave without saying goodbye, you little pest?”

Turning around slowly, you faced the poacher, the mother Thestral taking shelter behind your back. You sensed her anxiety, the sound of her rapid breathing and the silent cries of the young filling you with rage. You wouldn’t have minded an opportunity to renovate this brute’s face with a Blasting Curse, though unfortunately you were unable to reach your wand like this.

“I already suspected you were just a bunch of pitiful vermin,” the poacher scoffed, keeping his wand aimed at your chest. “Where are your friends? Ran off back to school?”

“Like I’d ever tell someone as vile and cruel as you,” you spit back. “You’ve lost. We’ve released every single one of the creatures you took back into the wild, where they belong.”

The poacher’s expression hardened, a scowl etched into a solid rock. “Creatures can be recaptured. You, on the other hand –” he lifted his wand – “I think we’ll just have to write you off.”

Your sense of time eluded you, slowing down every single movement. An almost serene tranquillity washed over you as you watched the poacher prepare to kill all three of you with one simple incantation. This wasn’t supposed to happen. You hadn’t made peace with your fate yet, not really; after all, there was so much more of your life to live, so much to be explored. There was Imelda, fierce and brave like the valkyries of old tales, and Poppy, sweet Poppy with her kind heart and her majestic strength. Would they be able to live on without you? They would still have each other, after all, but it was hard to imagine anyone living with that kind of hole in their heart…

Just as you braced yourself for the green flash and the light to disappear before your eyes, then, suddenly a different voice cried out, “Expulso!”

The poacher managed to deflect the curse just in time, but was nevertheless forced backwards by the sheer power behind it. From the black curtain at the edge of the clearing emerged Poppy, clenching her wand, her eyes blazing with a kind of fury you had never seen before.

“Leave them alone, you bastard!” she yelled.

The poacher, having recovered from Poppy’s surprise attack, bared his teeth. “Well, if it isn’t little Poppy Sweeting, all grown up. You must be a special kind of foolish to come back here, girl.”

The Hufflepuff didn’t back down. “I’ve sat by and watched all of you inflict your terror upon innocent beings long enough. I’m not going to let you hurt my friend as well.”

They began circling each other, Poppy moving in front of you and the Thestrals. You contemplated grabbing your wand to come to her aid, but you feared any unexpected moves would only provoke your adversary.

“Your parents were right about you,” the poacher said. “Such a disappointment you grew up to be. If you were of my own blood, I would have put you down where you stood.”

The fire in Poppy’s eyes grew stronger. Tears burned in their cores. But her voice was powerful, never once breaking under the strain of countless emotions.

“Disowning me was the kindest thing my parents have ever done for me,” she spoke. “I was nothing but another piece of merchandise to them, ready to be cast aside the moment I no longer wanted to serve your evil purposes. I won’t allow you to carry on their hateful legacy, even if I have to destroy every last bit.”

“If only you fought as well as you talked. Let’s see it if you’re willing to do what it takes, then.” the poacher growled, and with the last word he flung a spell at her, which she barely managed to parry. She immediately followed up with a curse of her own, though he was quick to deflect it.

“Pathetic!” he yelled. “Come on – fight me like you mean it!”

Another exchange of spells lit up the clearing. Poppy held her own, but the poacher was better. You felt so useless watching her, wishing there was some way you could offer her help, but you couldn’t risk the Thestrals’ lives.

A Blasting Curse forced the small Hufflepuff backwards, nearly knocking her over. She was panting heavily, trying to keep her wand steady, keeping her eyes on her foe. Merlin, you couldn’t bear to watch this much longer –

“You were never able to do what’s necessary!” the poacher yelled. “You’re a pathetic, weak little girl, and I will break you like a twig –”

But then it happened. Poppy changed, transformed almost, the fire in her eyes spreading to envelop all of her body. Your breathing shallowed as you regarded her in all her furious glory; she was no longer a shy, small girl, but a stunning young woman, exuding all the power of a fierce warrior.

“Enough!” she screamed, and she unleashed a barrage of spells on the poacher, her wand becoming an invisible blur as it flicked up and down, firing off curse after curse. Eyes bulging, the man tried deflecting her attack, but then let out a cry of rage as a spell hit him squarely across the chest. He stumbled backwards and gripped the front of his robe, his eyes merely red orbs as he looked up at the Hufflepuff. “You’ll pay for that, you miserable –”

“Hey, arsehole!” came a voice from above. “Fire in the hole!”

The poacher’s roar was lost in a massive blast as the ground behind him exploded, the impact sending mud and patches of grass flying everywhere. You weren’t particularly eager to wait for him to get up again, so you snapped out of your reverie and yelled for Poppy. The girl seemed to return to her old self again as she blinked and quickly pocketed her wand, rushing to help you. “Wait, let me –”

She took the Nabsack and caught both of the Thestrals, finally allowing you some relief. Your breath was not to be wasted on talking, though. She grabbed you by your elbow and the two of you started running away from the compound, not looking back for one second, expecting to hear the yelling of pursuing poachers any moment. Your heart stopped when a large shadow fell over you, panic quickly turning to elation when you saw its owner.

“Highwing!”

The Hippogriff let out a triumphant cry, swiftly striking down a few meters ahead of you. Poppy quickly mounted her and pulled you up, and before you knew it you were safely up in the sky, the traces of black smoke behind you slowly shrinking on the horizon as you glided across the sea of dark leaves.

You relished in the feeling of the soft breeze against your cheeks, your heartbeat slowly assuming its normal rhythm. When you noticed neither of you had said anything ever since you escaped, you softly tapped Poppy on her shoulder. “Hey, are you all right?”

To your relief, you noticed the innocent spark had returned to her eyes, though it almost was as if something was different about it – it seemed brighter, more alive.

“I couldn’t be better,” she smiled. “Thank you.”

You were suddenly interrupted by a laugh, and Poppy you and both turned to see Imelda flying next to you, looking as if she had just come straight off a victorious Quidditch match. “Let’s fucking go!” she yelled, slapping her broom. “We properly kicked their arses, didn’t we?”

Chuckling, you concluded, “I suppose we make a pretty good team.”

“I’d say we do,” Poppy replied, her sweet laugh filling the skies.

––

“There, good as new.”

The Hufflepuff stepped back from the Thestral calf, which curiously sniffed at the new cast around its leg. It tried walking a few steps, and then suddenly burst forward, frolicking joyfully around the bog as its mother kept a watchful eye.

“Looks like we’re not the only ones with an appreciation for your talents,” you chuckled as you observed the peaceful scene, leaning against one of the trees with your arms crossed. Poppy tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and smiled at you. “I’m just glad I could help. You did all the heavy lifting, quite literally.”

“What can I say, I was glad to do my part,” you shrugged. She grinned sheepishly before suddenly being alerted by the loud croaking of one of the Giant Purple Toads. Swivelling on her feet, she let out a cry of surprise. “Oh no, naughty girl! You can’t eat Walter!”

You could hardly resist the temptation of a giggle as Poppy hurried after the calf, who was now happily chasing the toad through the vivarium. Tearing your gaze away from the hilarious sight for a moment, you noticed Imelda approaching through the entrance, dressed in casual attire like the rest of you.

“No need to worry about our absences today,” she reported once she reached you. “I told Kogawa I had you two help out with a special Quidditch training. She scolded me for not clearing it with her beforehand, but I think she bought it.”

“That’s the second time you rescued us from certain demise today,” you laughed. “There is such a thing as overdoing it, you know.”

“Oh, shut up. You love it when I get to act cocky.” She wrapped an arm around your shoulders, pulling you close. You smiled as she kissed your cheek. “In fairness, you weren’t so bad yourself,” she said.

“Hm? Had any more ‘interesting’ thoughts while you watched me give it to those big bad poachers?

“Honestly? I was more concerned you would end up getting yourself killed by accident. But I’m glad you had enough luck to pull through.”

“Yeah, fuck you too.”

You shared a chuckle between yourselves. Leaning her head on your shoulder, Imelda looked at Poppy, who was shepherding the excited Thestral calf back to its mother. “I will say, that feisty badger… never knew she had that side to her. She was like a Hungarian Horntail out there.”

“I don’t think she ever meant for us to see that side,” you said. “Though I’m glad that we did. It takes a lot of courage to face down your past like that. And yet she never showed anything but strength… everything around her seemed much less real, as if she was the only thing that truly made sense.”

Imelda gave you a sideward glance. “Sounds like you have a little crush on her.”

You smiled back. “Don’t you?”

At last, Poppy returned. A vibrant, healthy glow made her face seem almost ethereal, and she flashed you that particular kind of toothy smile that made you feel warm and fuzzy in your stomach. “Imelda! I’m so glad you’re with us again.”

“I couldn’t leave you alone with MC for too long, now, could I,” Imelda grinned. “How are our new guests settling in?”

“Oh, they’re doing just wonderful! The injured creatures are all patched up and should be back on their feet soon. The Thestral is an excited little rascal, though, so I merely hope she doesn’t exert herself too much before we are able to remove the cast.” She skipped a beat before adding sheepishly, “Of course, they all have you both to thank.”

“Don’t be silly,” Imelda retorted. “They’d still be stuck in their predicament if it wasn’t for you. We just did what you told us to do.”

Poppy gingerly rubbed her elbow. “Even so, I can’t ignore what you have done for me. You put yourself in harm’s way, risked your lives… all for me.”

“Of course,” you said. “There’s no way we would have let you face this alone. We share a bond. Wherever you go, we go.”

When she looked up to you again, you seemed to notice just the flimsiest mist of tears in her eyes. You couldn’t exactly fault her; a strong sense of love was filling you as well, making you feel tingly all over.

“I admit… seeing you two display so much bravery… makes me want to be brave as well,” she said, her voice solemn. “I’ve given this much thought, but I now feel that my heart is ready. So, I have one more request to make of you.”

You felt your chest tightening. Was this really…? Could it be…?

“Name it,” said Imelda, who hardly sounded any less excited than you were. Poppy stepped forward, taking Imelda’s hand in one hand, and yours in the other. She looked at you both, her gaze filled with love.

“I would like for you… to be my firsts,” she said.

Merlin, you couldn’t have been more ecstatic even if you tried. At last she was ready to become even closer to you, to give all of herself to the both of you. Understanding the solemnity of her wish, you cast a look at Imelda, who returned your gesture with a grin.

“Well, I suppose we can’t really say no to that,” you smiled. “Will we do it… now?”

“Might be as good a time as any,” Imelda said with a nonchalant shrug. “Who cares about school, am I right?”

Poppy let out a nervous giggle. “I would very much like for it to happen now. I can’t bear to wait any longer… I want to be with you.”

“All right then,” you nodded, elation adding to excitement. “Though we probably should find a more private place. I know I said I like audiences, but…”

“Say no more,” Imelda said, letting go of Poppy’s hand to lead the way back to the vivarium entrance, “I know just the spot!”

You looked back at the Hufflepuff, meeting her gaze. “Shall we?”

She nodded eagerly, which elicited a chuckle from you. So pure, so innocent she was – you could hardly wait until you would be able to explore her in all her precious, bare glory.

Taking her by the hand, you led her out of the vivarium, following Imelda towards the bedroom on the other side of your Room of Requirement.

“I’m so glad you decided to share yourself with us,” you said.

Poppy smiled softly. “I confess I feel a little nervous, but I’m also relieved. Before, it would always feel like I was intruding on you two while you… you know. I suppose that’s what made it exciting. But I realised that I wanted more, and now I know that I have nothing to fear with both of you around.”

“Of course not.” You leaned over to whisper to her. “To be perfectly honest, I’ve wanted you ever since that first kiss.”

The revelation made her tremble with delight. You couldn’t resist a mischievous smile, squeezing her hand affectionately. This was going to be better than you could have ever imagined.

You walked into the large bedroom together as Imelda went around lighting the candles with her wand. A flick of your own wand made the deep blue curtains of the four-poster bed slide open, the altar of your imminent bonding revealing itself in all its glory. You felt Poppy’s grip tightening at its sight.

“We don’t have to rush it,” you assured her. “How about I start kissing you and we’ll see where that takes us?”

She looked up at you with a deep blush blooming on her cheeks. “I-I’d like that very much.”

You smiled as you gently cupped her face, dipping your head to reach her lips. You started slow, like always, giving her ample opportunity to set her own pace, though once you sensed she was ready for more you let the tip of your tongue slip through to press for entrance. She parted her lips, a sigh melting into your warmth before your tongue slid into her mouth.

Merlin, she tasted so sweet. Her moves were a bit hesitant, and the way she awkwardly danced around your tongue betrayed more than a fair amount of inexperience, though the passion with which she latched onto you made more than up for it. She emitted a cute little whimper when you closed your lips around her tongue, causing the corners of your mouth to rise up into a smile.

“Well, look what we have here,” a familiar voice purred. “You weren’t thinking of keeping her all to yourself, were you, MC?”

You begrudgingly broke off to see Imelda standing next to you, arms crossed. You didn’t really want to stop; it was so much fun to kiss Poppy. If the Slytherin hadn’t stopped you, you might have just ended up devouring her.

But you knew you had to play fair. Sharing was caring, and besides, it seemed like there was plenty of Poppy to go around. So you gave her away, enjoying the longing gaze in her lovely brown eyes before she turned her attention to her other lover. There was not a single shred of envy or jealousy in your heart as you watched them start to make out. You relished the way Imelda closed her eyes and slightly twisted her head to have better access as she draped her arms around Poppy’s neck; the way Poppy moved her hands to Imelda’s hips as she moaned softly, a sign of her growing confidence. It was like witnessing the sprouting of a seed you had planted a long ago; the blossoming of a beautiful sunflower.

The whole experience was perfectly topped off with a surprised yelp from Poppy when Imelda slapped her perky arse. You shook your head, laughing. “Never been one to behave yourself, have you, Miss Reyes?”

“Can’t fault a woman for having good taste,” she retorted. “Now come here, you.”

You didn’t have to be told twice. Surrendering yourself to her embrace, Imelda rewarded you with the steamiest kiss she’d ever given you, chewing on your bottom lip as if she were trying to draw blood. After you separated and affectionately held each other for a little bit, you were eager to get back to Poppy. She gingerly pulled the tie from her neck, dropping the garment on the ground.

“Here, allow me,” you said, stepping up to her to help her with her blouse. You noticed just how tense she was as you started undoing the buttons.

“Hey, look at me.” You lifted her chin with your finger. “You needn’t be ashamed. You’ve seen us naked before, haven’t you?”

“I know,” she replied, flashing an apologetic smile. “It’s just the nerves. I’ve never shown myself to someone else like this.”

You tenderly kissed her forehead. “You’re gorgeous. I can’t wait to see all of you.”

Reassured by your compliment, she allowed you to proceed, shivering a little as the white fabric slipped off her bare shoulders. How delicate she looked; your gaze wandered down from the light dusting of freckles on her shoulders to her small chest, encased in a yellow lace bra. Figuring you needed to take a few more minutes to put her at ease first, you removed your own blouse before kissing her again, tracing a line from the corner of her mouth to the upper end of her jaw. She sighed with every brush of your lips, whispering a quiet “Yes…” when your hands travelled from her hips to her back. Her arms instinctively shot up to shield her chest when you unclasped her bra, but then she lowered them, and the garment fell away.

Poppy’s breasts were a sight to behold. They were smaller than Imelda’s, though they had a cute perkiness to them that you found hard to resist. She nodded shyly when you asked for permission to touch them, letting out a gasp when you cupped one of the supple globes, rolling the rosy nipple between your fingers.

“I might have a hard time controlling myself like this,” you chuckled. “You’re such a sweet little treat.”

“I agree,” Imelda said, suddenly appearing next to you. She reached out and took hold of Poppy’s other breast, forcing a tiny squeak out of her as she started fondling the soft mound. You smiled as you watched her respond to your combined touch, her breathing quickly picking up.

“Does this feel good?” you asked her, kissing the tip of her ear.

“Yes…” she whimpered, “it does…”

“I know something that’ll feel even better,” Imelda said, before sinking to her knees and leaning in, closing her lips around the nipple. This drew an audible moan from Poppy, her forehead creasing as the Slytherin suckled on her breast. “Oh, oh… Imelda…”

Hearing your one lover moan the name of your other in desperate bliss was enough reason for you to follow Imelda’s example. You knelt next to her and stuck out your tongue, wetting the hard bud before taking it between your teeth. Soon you had the Hufflepuff panting both of your names as she nursed you, the two of you gently purring against her warm bosom.

After a few minutes of licking and tugging, Imelda let her treat go with a wet ‘plop’ and rose to give Poppy a long, seductive French kiss. She then pulled you up and repeated the gesture, letting her dark gaze wander from you to Poppy, a mischievous smile tugging at her lips. “I can already say this is the hottest thing I have ever done,” she laughed, before leaning over to you. Her husky whisper never failed to make you feel weak in the knees. “I think I’ll hang back for a little bit. Why don’t you warm her up for me, dear?”

There was no way you could ever have said no to that, especially if it meant getting to have Poppy to yourself for a few minutes. But first things first. You reached back and unclasped your own bra, wasting no time in bridging the short gap between you and Poppy to press your tits together, catching her moan with your lips as you did. The feeling of her body was even better than you had imagined; you felt her heart beating inside of her chest, her flushed skin rubbing against yours. Your hands sneaked around to her arse, not able to resist a quick squeeze as you moved together.

When you pulled back, you couldn’t help but notice she was once again very entranced by the sight of your breasts. She looked up at you questioningly. “May I… touch them?”

“Yes please,” you smiled. “Tonight is all about you, baby girl.”

The use of the pet name did not fail to elicit another shudder from her. She reached up to place one of her small hands on your full breast. Her movements were more like groping than a soft fondle, though you didn’t mind either way, softly cooing as she played with your tits.

Eventually, you slipped your hands down, fingers hooking into the band of her skirt. Poppy froze, though she didn’t protest either, giving you her silent approval. You slipped the piece of clothing down her thighs, baring more yellow lace inch by inch. You were delighted to find a sizeable moist patch at the location of her slit.

“I see you’re already very wet for us,” you complimented her. “Very good.”

A flush swept up from her neck to her cheeks, colouring her freckles a delightful shade of red. Sinking to your knees once more, you started planting open-mouthed kisses in the valley between her breasts, slowly trailing down the light curve of her torso. You kissed around her belly button, then moved down to her thighs, covering them in small pecks as you looked up into her half-lidded eyes. Her breath was shallow, her chest rising in a quick rhythm as you tended to the sensitive skin. You felt her muscles tighten as you inched closer to her throbbing core, though you weren’t ready to go there just yet. Standing up, you took her hand.

“Are you ready for the next part?” you whispered, your lips hovering close to hers.

She nodded eagerly.

“Good.” Smiling, you led her to the bed, where you slowly pushed her down on her back. You took a moment to admire her as she lay there, your precious angel of innocence, chestnut hair spread out around her head, clad in nothing but her yellow underwear and her black knee-high socks. Merlin, she was so precious, so perfectly sculpted in every way. You were so lucky to be with her like this.

You made a show of stripping out of your skirt and throwing it aside with a flourish, causing her to giggle. Then you climbed on top of her, giving her a slow kiss before you put a finger on her lips, tracing down to her chin.

“Are you all right, baby girl?”

“Very much so,” Poppy smiled. “I had no idea it would feel like this. I’m feeling all warm and tingly inside.”

You let out a chuckle. “It’s going to feel even better soon, I promise. But first, I’d like to touch you some more.”

Meeting with her approval, you settled against her side and started to tenderly stroke her arm, leaving a trail of goosebumps in your wake. You were content just lying with her like this for a while, watching the steady rising and falling of her breasts, counting the small imperfections in her skin as you petted her. You loved the way she squirmed when you drew circles around her nipple.

“I’m the luckiest girl in the world right now, you know?” you whispered to her. She bit her lip as she looked at you from the corner of her eye. “Y-yeah?”

“Mhm. Getting to pamper you like this, showing how much I care for you,” you nuzzled the crook of her neck, “giving you all the love you deserve.”

She made a sound like a small whimper.

“Because you do,” you continued. “You deserve to be loved, and cared for, and cherished –” you planted a little kiss on her temple – “to the end of your days.”

It was not so much a spell to arouse her as a sincere promise. The events of today had only solidified your resolve; you weren’t certain what the future held, or what your life after Hogwarts would look like, though you knew it was one you would share with Imelda and Poppy. Whatever doubts or differences may have existed between you had fallen away, becoming part of a past you no longer cared for; all that mattered was right here beside you, melting away under your loving touch.

Your fingers travelled across the soft landscape of her belly to her thighs, caressing every bit of skin you happened to come across. Feeling you so close to the dripping pit between her legs must have shocked her out of her trance, for she suddenly looked up at you. “What about Imelda?”

You locked eyes with the Slytherin, who so far had seemed very content with just watching the two of you. She had taken one of her breasts out and was twisting and pulling the dark nipple, licking her lips as she pleasured herself.

“What about her?” you asked.

“Will she… you know…” Her blush darkened. “Eat my pussy?”

It was a little jarring to hear such vulgar a word from the usually proper Hufflepuff’s lips, though then you smiled to reassure her. “Of course, baby girl. But first I need to spread you open nice and wide to prepare you for her. All right?”

She nodded softly. “Will it… hurt?”

“You’ve touched yourself before, so you shouldn’t feel any pain. You might feel a little fuller than normal, though, so I’ll go slow and you can tell me when you’re ready for me to go further, okay?”

“O-okay…” She offered you a thankful smile. “Thank you for being so considerate.”

“No need to thank me.” You pecked her lips. “Now, be a good girl and lift your hips for me.”

She did as you requested, raising her pelvis to allow you to work her underwear down her thighs. Poor angel; already you could tell she was so painfully swollen that you were honestly surprised she wasn’t crying out for your relief yet. Her pussy was like a perfect red flower, lips gleaming with slick desire. You discovered she had kept her landscaping in order as well, observing the most adorable patch of fuzzy brown hair above her fleshy hood.

You indulged the temptation of tracing a few teasing circles around her folds, delighting in the way her flesh quivered under your fingertips. You had no intention of making her wait any longer than necessary, though. She gasped as you finally put your middle finger at her entrance, hazel eyes shooting up to look at you as her hands gripped the sheets.

“Are you ready, my love?”

She yielded her assent before her mouth fell open and her eyes widened. “Oh, Merlin!”

She was tight. Very tight. Her walls clung to you from the moment you pushed into her, practically sucking you further inside her velvety depths. You fought the urge to go all the way, instead occupying yourself with brushing away the strands of hair that were matted to her forehead. You smiled when she opened your eyes to you. “Is it… all the way in?”

“Not yet,” you said. “You’re doing very good so far. Are you ready to take more of me?”

Blessed with her nod, you pushed even further, feeling her walls tighten around your digit as you just kept sliding and sliding into her throbbing heat. You supposed she had never used more than one finger judging by how she had a little difficulty accommodating you. Her uninhibited flow of juices helped ease you along though, and soon you sank in to the knuckle, holding perfectly still for a moment as you allowed her to adjust.

“There you go,” you cooed to her. “I’m inside of you, baby girl. How does it feel?”

She slightly shifted her hips, groaning through her teeth. “It definitely feels a bit fuller than normal. I can feel you stretching me out. It’s a good kind of feeling, though.”

“I’m glad.” You placed another kiss on her temple. “I’m going to start moving now. Tell me if at any time you want me to stop.”

You waited a few seconds before you started withdrawing, alert for any reactions from her. It wasn’t made any easier by the fact that her cunny was very much trying to keep you in place, but you persisted nonetheless, and thankfully Poppy didn’t seem to be experiencing much discomfort. She had closed her eyes again, mouthing your name over and over as you withdrew up until your fingernail, then started pushing back in again.

Seeing as she didn’t say anything, you soon ventured further. Starting with tender strokes, you commenced pumping, wet sopping sounds mixing with her moaning. The change of pace was enough to lure Imelda, who soon joined you at the other side of Poppy, propping herself up on her elbow.

“Look at our precious little thing,” she chuckled, lightly stroking Poppy’s arm. “How does she feel, MC?”

“Oh, very snug,” you smiled back. “But we’re getting her all nicely stretched out for you, aren’t we Poppy?”

She nodded with pursed lips, lacking the words to muster a response. Imelda kissed her cheek, hovering close to her ear, “I can’t wait to feel you on my tongue. I wonder if you taste as sweet as you look.”

That coaxed another whimper out of her, her pussy twitching around your finger as you kept bottoming out. You noticed her lips moving, trying to whisper something to you.

You leaned in closer. “Yes, my love…?”

“More…” she murmured, “please…”

You had not expected the request so soon, though on the other hand, you were hardly in any position to decline. You freed up your index finger, swirling around her clit before you added to the finger already pushing inside of her, stretching her slick little lips even further. By now Poppy was coming properly undone, letting out a high-pitched whine before Imelda smothered her mouth with her own.

You settled into a steady but forceful pace, eager to induce her release. As you watched her body move on the rhythm of your fingering, your thoughts drifted back to past times, all the adventures you had been through together. Just a few years ago, it seemed like such an unlikely pairing; a serpent and a badger, strangers meeting by some weird twist of fate. And yet, as it had turned out, you were more similar than you could have ever realised. Both burdened by a fate that was greater than you, having to find your way in a hostile world. You were grateful for Imelda too, of course, and there was no vision of the future that didn’t include you three sticking together. But the shy, brave Hufflepuff had stolen your heart from the day you met her in that afternoon Beast class.

And here she was, grown into a beautiful young woman, ready to cum at a twist of your fingers. Once more, you leaned closer to her, your breath warmly rolling across her face, “I want you to come for me now, baby girl. Come, come for us, show us what a good girl you are…”

As to stress your command, you used your thumb to press down on her clit, making her back arch off the bed. She let out a short series of hiccups, her heat growing almost impossibly tight around you before she slowly relaxed again. You carefully removed your fingers from her folds, essence that had been plugged up spilling out as you did. You brought your fingertips up to your mouth to taste her, only to find yourself surprised when she grabbed your hand and cleaned herself off you instead.

You smiled, kissing her moist lips. “You did so well, baby. Now, are you ready for Imelda to slide her tongue inside you?”

“I am, but just give me a minute,” Poppy replied, giving you a crooked smile. “I think you might have done just a little too good of a job warming me up.”

“Of course she did,” Imelda huffed. “MC always ends up breaking things because she can’t contain herself.”

“Are we sure we aren’t talking about someone else here?” you laughed.

“I don’t know what you’re on about.” Imelda got up and crawled over to the end of the bed, positioning herself between Poppy’s legs. “Everyone knows I never fuck up.”

“Right. You’re definitely fucking something else, though.”

“Don’t fight now, please,” Poppy interjected. “I’m sure you both have something better to attend to.”

You and Imelda shared an amused look before you broke out into a burst of lighthearted laughter. “Sounds like our girl has gotten a bit of an attitude,” Imelda said, lips breaking into a mischievous smirk. “I suppose we should do something about that, huh?”

You slightly worried this meant she would go a bit rougher on Poppy than the Hufflepuff might have been comfortable with, though as she laid down on her front and hooked her arms under Poppy’s thighs, her dark eyes swiftly met her gaze. “Tell me if you need me to go any faster or slower. I want you to get the most out of this.”

Poppy nodded. “You can start slow now, please.”

As Imelda got herself ready, Poppy turned towards you. “MC, will you… talk to me while she eats me out?”

Seeing as that had been very much your idea, you were eager to agree. “I’ll make you feel as good as I can,” you assured her.

At last, Imelda was ready. Poppy sought your hand as the Slytherin moved in, squeezing it tightly as she shuddered at the feeling of Imelda’s breath on her clit. As promised, she started slow, her tongue flicking at Poppy’s fleshy petals before she moved to a rhythm of quick kitten licks.

You kept a close eye on your precious angel, watching her lips part as her breath started to quicken again. “Does it feel good, baby girl?” you asked her.

“It does…” she sighed. “I can feel her tongue… it tickles a bit,”

“You’re probably still a little sensitive.” You kissed the small bit of skin just below her ear, the tremble of her body confirming your assessment. “It will start to feel much better soon. Just relax, let her set the pace.”

Imelda kept licking, gradually building up towards bigger strokes until she was properly lapping away at Poppy. You turned to fondling her breasts again, tickling her nipples, caressing the smooth flesh as you observed the determined expression on Imelda’s freckled features, the way she fully threw herself into pleasing her lover, just as dedicated as she would be out on the pitch. Merlin, what had you done to earn the love and blessing of these horny little nymphs?

You met Imelda’s gaze, a flash of understanding passing between you. So you once again nestled into the crook of Poppy’s neck, nibbling on the skin, adding to the sensation of Imelda’s tongue finally sinking into her tight slit. Poppy cried softly, her neck craning back as you kept nursing her, her hips raising from the bed as Imelda devoured her whole.

“Tell me what she’s doing to you,” you ordered her.

“I can feel her… inside,” she moaned between gasps, “she’s – oh, gods –“

You chuckled against her throat, sucking a hickey into her neck before you pushed yourself up on your elbow to take in all of her flushed visage. Her hair was sticking to her forehead, cheeks blazing crimson red as a never-ending mantra of breathless prayers rose from her open mouth

But her eyes. Those sweet, chocolate brown eyes, peering out at you from under their hoods, luring you in with their innocent gaze. You felt like you would drown in them if only you looked at them long enough.

Moving your hand down to join Imelda’s tongue in servicing her sensitive nub, you whispered sweetly to her, “You won’t ever be alone again… you will always be loved, always be cherished. We will comfort you, make love to you… you can have us whenever you want…”

You cradled the Hufflepuff against your breast, feeling her hot breath on your skin, the sound of her desperate cries like music to your ears.

“We’re together now… and always will be… We'll have our own little family, somewhere safe, and happy… imagine it, bearing our children… us taking care of you just like this as your breasts swell with milk and your belly grows with our babies –”

Imelda’s muffled grunts blended with Poppy’s, forming a growing stereo as you laboured together to bring about her inevitable climax, the vivid pictures you were painting with your words only adding to your harmonious ecstasy.

“We are your home now… we’re yours… and you’re ours. So come for us, baby girl. Let us see you come undone.”

At last, she did. Her release arrived in a tidal wave that swept all of you away. She buried her face into your chest, letting out a deep groan as every part of her body shook and trembled with pure blissful energy. You saw Imelda pushing her mouth into her folds, not wanting a drop to be spilt. Just as you thought the high has passed, however, a soft, gurgling sound came from Poppy’s pussy, followed by a spray of essence that hit Imelda squarely in the face.

To her credit, she didn’t retreat, but you definitely couldn’t keep yourself from bursting out into a hysterical giggle as soon as you figured out what had happened. Poppy quickly rose from your chest, cheeks red with embarrassment. “Oh goodness, sorry, I didn’t mean to –”

“It’s all right,” you reassured her, still chuckling. “That happens sometimes. Besides, I don’t think Imelda minds.”

The Slytherin removed herself from Poppy’s core with a wet sucking sound, sitting up as she wiped her eyes. “I don’t, but next time, maybe give me a heads up before you decide to hit me between the eyes.”

That could count on a spirited laugh from all of you. As the charged energy from your lovemaking slowly dissipated, you briefly left the bed to gather a couple of plushy towels. You offered one to Imelda before turning to Poppy, relishing in the way she lovingly looked up at you as you dabbed her face.

“There, all clean,” you smiled, pecking the tip of her nose for good measure. You then settled back against the pillows, Poppy snuggling up to you as you watched Imelda freshen up.

“Well, I guess we know who won tonight’s round,” Imelda said after she had disposed of the towel and settled against the other side of Poppy, wrapping an arm around the Hufflepuff’s small frame.

“I’d say we did,” you replied. “She obviously was the loudest with me.”

“Oh, come on. I was the one who made her squirt!”

“You should both be quiet,” Poppy piped up. “I think it’s very clear that I’m the undisputed winner tonight.”

You flashed a cheeky grin, letting out a chuckle. “I suppose that settles it.”

“Oh, fair enough,” Imelda said, feigning exasperation. “Are we getting a consolation prize at least?”

Poppy giggled before giving both of you a loving kiss on the lips. You felt the fatigue of today’s whirlwind of events finally beginning to weigh on your eyelids, letting out a yawn as you settled in for the night. Before you could even drift into sleep, however, you sensed Poppy’s weight shifting on your chest, prompting you to open your eyes to meet her warm brown gaze.

“Are you all right?” you asked.

She smiled. “I am. Tonight was wonderful. Thank you… for giving me this.”

“I wasn’t any trouble at all, my love.” You kissed her cheek. “Like I said, we are a part of each other now.”

She briefly lowered her eyes, contemplating a thought. Then she looked up to you again. “MC, what you said about beginning a family, did you really mean those words?”

The question took you a bit by surprise, but you supposed she was right to ask. Truth be told, there was a lot to contemplate about your future after the way your bond had changed tonight. You didn’t want to pretend to have all the answers, though at least you were certain about one thing.

“The only future I want is the one that has you two in it,” you confided. “What it will look like, I cannot yet say… but if settling down and starting a little family of our own is what will make you happy, then so will it be with me.”

Her eyes brimmed with love and understanding, a kindness you had witnessed countless times, but now appearing even more profound and potent. She finally put her head on your chest, closing her eyes. “I love you, MC.”

You planted a kiss on top of her head. “I love you too. Both of you.”

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I rarely give updates during writing but goddamn chapter 3 really of my self indulgent sunflower trio fic has me

You’re all in for a TREAT

(also yes I’m more or less unofficially referring to them as the sunflower trio now cause it’s like green and yellow get it)

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I'm happy to report that all of my fics are now also available on AO3! I'll also likely copy my headcanons/reactions at some point but they don't have specific priority for now, so stay tuned for later updates on that front.

(Also this painful exercise reminded me of how I SUCK at writing summaries lord help me)

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As someone who is trapped in a ‘f!mc x Imelda’ rabbit hole and can’t write smut for shit, your fics have been a saving grace 😭

I don’t even think I write smut that well but thank you, I’m happy to provide 🖤

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hello!! I just wanna say I love your writing. Second, can we see your mc? :3

I call her Morana 🐍

I haven’t really come up with any lore for her yet (something about being busy writing indecent filth) but I’m picturing her as the only daughter in an affluent pureblood family, having needed to use her cunningness and grit to work her way up, so she kinda lacks a moral compass and will do anything to get what she wants (guess who that makes her a perfect match for lol)

Also she’s got the death stare down so well, they’re like the perfect serpent power couple 🐍

#hogwarts legacy #hogwarts legacy mc

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I also forgot to mention but I noticed I hit 200 followers this week! All my love to everyone who’s been along for the ride, it’s been so much fun growing this humble little corner of the fandom and writing content for fellow HL fans to enjoy 🖤

I can’t say what the future will bring yet but every minute, every fic so far has been absolutely worth yet and I hope to be putting out many more 🖤

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*slides in* I would like to (1) thank you, and (2) maybe give you a little ol’ peck on the cheek for your graciousness. Thank you for writing so much Imelda content I am so happy they’re such a rare pair it’s painful

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Hihi! ^ ^ Again, thank you for the magnificent writing, it has so much character to it -- and the girlies are as charismatic! A gem, truly, gives awestrucks and will never stop keep on giving them, ever. :3c

I can only wonder how did you come around the very idea; as a fellow ot3 enjoyer, who'd fallen upwards to the girlies heavens and was slammed through the ceiling, I can only say, it was accidental and sudden --and started as, like, came for one ship, side-glanced at another, then stayed for ot3!-- and was, still is an absolutely zero regrets experience. :D

Wish we would've gotten the fully developed companion mechanic in the final game; it would be possible to run around the grounds and the valley with not just one but two companions, just imagining the friendly banter between Poppy and Imelda warms my heart a lot. ^ ^

The second question is going to be fueled by a concern, however: will you back The Two Snakes up, along with some other things, on AO3, at some point? :c Tumblr has just recently purged hogwartslegacyreactions and imeldafckngreyes blogs for no reason, so much stuff including wlw has been lost in just a week or two… :'c

I honestly think I could devote a whole novel to this like… yeah I kinda came from the same place, starting off shipping my Slytherin MC with Poppy (cause don’t even get me started on how Slytherpuff is simply the best pairing ever?) And then I got into my whole Imelda phase, and the more I started comparing them the more it made sense as in – two feisty smoll beans who are both passionate about what they’re doing and have this lowkey introverted side, though they gradually warm up to mc through the progression of their quests? They’re literally perfect for each other.

Then I started reading a bunch of Ominis x MC x Sebastian poly fics and I got inspired and the rest is history, really. And you’re too right, writing these fics has always been my way of bringing to life ships and interactions that I wish we could have seen in the game and it’s just so damn satisfying to do even though I guess it’s kind of niche? (but then again I write most of my stuff for self indulgence anyway, lol)

Also yeah, backing up my content to AO3 is a project I’m trying to get going in the near future!! I was so sad to see hogwartslegacyreactions and especially imeldafkingreyes disappear too, I never got to tell her but she’s lowkey the reason I got into writing Imelda fics in the first place ☺️

Anyway I absolutely mean for my writing to remain a safe heaven for the HL wlw crowd even if I were to eventually move on to other things, so expect some updates on this front soon. Thank you so much for your kind words, it means a lot to me that you’re enjoying my humble brainrot products 🖤

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I also want to say that even though I’ve put requests on hold while writing Two Snakes I *am* reading and gushing over all over your wholesome feedback so please, do feel free to share any thoughts and/or questions even if it’s not necessarily a request, I’d love to do some Q&A while I’m working through this self-imposed exile 🖤

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Two Snakes And A Badger: Chapter II

Pairing: Imelda Reyes x f!MC x Poppy Sweeting (!)

Summary: Feelings are confessed. New beginnings are made. Also, Imelda and MC find about Poppy's kink.

Word count: 12.5k

Content warning: NSFW (18+). Minors DNI. Smut, cunnilingus, fingering, face sitting, dom!Imelda, voyeurism, fluff, lots of feels, sprinkles of angst, fessing up about feelings, Sebastian being a good friend, disaster lesbians in love

Link to Chapter I

A/N: Well, here it is after another month of blood and sweat! I originally meant for this to be like a 3-parter but with the way I've been changing my mind and expanding things during writing it might likely turn out to be four, lol

Also I love these three so much my heart is soft for them

Well, for lack of a better word, this was quite the fuck-up.

You were honestly quite impressed at your talent for destruction. In the span of a mere night, you’d hurt the two persons closest to your heart, leading them both to decide they wanted nothing to do with you for the foreseeable future. And truthfully, you would have been just as likely to do the same in their position. As much as you would have liked to think that the alcohol had made you say all those things on that clusterfuck of a night, deep down you knew the Firewhisky had only brought out what had already been buried deep inside you. All of the fear, the shame, the anger you had felt once Poppy had opened up about how she really felt about you – it was all original. Ugly, but original.

Not that admitting as much made you feel any better. In fact, you weren’t really sure how to feel at all. The more time you spent trying to make sense of your emotions, the more it felt like you were trapping yourself in a web of your own doubts, not able to decide what was real and what wasn’t. Take Poppy, for one – you felt an arse for kicking her down in that moment of vulnerability, but you knew you couldn’t allow yourself to feel the same way as she did, not as your relationship with Imelda was on the verge of blossoming in something… more, something more eternal. You just couldn’t flat-out admit that your feelings had never been entirely devoted to her, knowing that she had made such a major sacrifice of her own by confronting her fears – it would make it all amount to some deceiving betrayal.

Though, of course, the mixed signals your fellow Slytherin was sending made you question that as well. As bad as it was, part of you was still inclined to believe that her keenness on outing Poppy had been a relapse to her old ways. But then again, you didn’t really understand what she’d been after. Had she meant it as a mere jest to embarrass the both of you? Or was there something more sinister behind it?

Too many questions, too few answers. But you knew at least one thing for certain – you weren’t about to throw away two of your most treasured relationships over your own stupidity.

––

You decided to wait a week or two to let the dust settle and gather your bearings before you went to seek out Poppy first. It wasn’t necessarily that you thought she deserved it more than Imelda – Merlin knew you’d hurt them both equally badly – but you figured she’d at least be more receptive to an apology. Besides, on top of your unintentional cruelty, she definitely didn’t deserve to be the victim of whatever was going on between you and your girlfriend.

The problem, of course, was that Poppy didn’t exactly turn out to be as forgiving as you had hoped.

The first time you tried to talk to her was after Beasts class. You were no longer sitting together, and she made every effort to ignore your presence as long as you were in the same room, but at least she was still showing up. So as soon as Professor Howin dismissed the class, you hurried to hand in your assignment and went after her, only to promptly come face to face with Adelaide Oakes as she stepped into your way.

“Hello, MC,” she said with a steely smile, radiating everything but friendliness.

“Uh, hello, Adelaide,” you replied, shifting uncertainly on your feet. “How – uhm, how are you?”

“Oh, I’m quite all right. Not sure if I can say the same of you. You seem a bit stressed, if you don’t mind me saying.”

You resisted the urge to come up with a retort, closing your eyes and taking a deep breath before proceeding: “Yeah, uh, look, I was actually hoping to speak to Poppy –”

“She’s not here.”

Oh, you already started to understand what this was about. Some vulture coming to see if the rumours were true, no doubt. You wondered how much Poppy had told her. She’d never been one to rely on her housemates very often, much less engage in gossip, but if she had returned to her dorm in tears that night –

“I know I just saw her,” you said. “If I could just have a word –”

Adelaide shook her head. “I don’t think that’s a very good idea. She doesn’t want to speak to you at the moment.”

“I understand, but if I could explain –”

“There’s nothing to explain, because she doesn’t want to talk to you. Were you not listening just now?”

Fucking hell. You knew a thing or two about badger loyalty, but clearly you had underestimated the intensity of these people.

“Look, frankly I don’t think it’s any of your business –“ you began, but she quickly cut you off. “And that’s where you’re wrong. I may not exactly know what transpired between you two, but I know you’ve hurt her, and as far as I’m concerned that’s enough reason for me to tell you to get lost. Maybe she’ll decide to talk to you when she feels ready. But if I were you, I wouldn’t count on it.”

You could feel the stares of other students beginning to fixate on the two of you. You briefly contemplated persisting, though you quickly realised that making a scene in front of everyone probably wasn’t going to improve your chances. Deciding to give in, you let out a sigh. “All right. Just… could you tell her that I was looking for her?”

Her face told you very clearly to fuck off, but to her credit, her actual response was at least somewhat more measured. “I’ll think about it,” she said.

“Thank you.”

She didn’t say another word as she left. You sighed before quickly making your own escape, not particularly keen on treating everyone to any more of a spectacle than they’d already been given.

You decided to wait a couple of more days to see if Poppy would change her mind about seeing you. However, after it became obvious to you that wasn’t going to happen, you pivoted to making another attempt of your own, trying to catch her by herself while she was tending to the school beasts.

Making your way down to the pens, you noticed a familiar feathery head sticking out behind the fences. You carefully approached the Hippogriff, putting up your hand to greet her. “Hello, Highwing –”

Highwing turned towards you, amber eyes seeming to bore into your soul. For a minute, you were struck by the imminent fear that the creature was about to charge you… but then she promptly turned around, letting out a sound that sounded suspiciously much like a snort.

“Guess I deserved that,” you sighed.

Looking around, you searched for the Hufflepuff between the clusters of Puffskeins, Diricawls and Jobberknolls. Just as you began to wonder if you’d missed your chance, you spotted her, kneeling next to the Kneazle pen. You took a deep breath to steady yourself and clutched the strap of your bag, walking over to the small figure.

“Poppy, hello –”

The Hufflepuff jumped up, eyes briefly widening before she turned her head away from you. “MC,” she said, her voice flat. “What are you doing here?”

You took a step forward, taking the fact that she wasn’t immediately trying to run away as a good sign. “I was hoping to speak to you. I tried finding you the other day, but –”

“I know. Now is not really a good time, I’m busy.”

She picked up a bucket and started towards one of the other pens, still not meeting your eyes. It pained you to hear the hurt still so raw and fresh in her voice, though you followed her all the same, determined to make your case to her. “Look, I just want to talk about what happened. Can you at least hear me out?”

She didn’t answer, but at least she wasn’t saying no either. After a few seconds of silence, you thought you saw just the faintest hint of a small nod, so you went ahead, “I’m really sorry for what happened. It wasn’t fair of Imelda to take advantage of your feelings like that, and it wasn’t fair of me to respond the way I did, and… I just really regret that you got caught in the middle of it all.”

Poppy remained silent, pondering your words. Then came her answer, cold and plain, “That’s all you wanted to say?”

Ouch. Not good. “You have absolutely every right to be upset. If I had just known how you truly felt –”

“Would that have made any difference at all?” Her voice grew sharper, pain turning to anger. “Tell me, MC, would you have reacted any differently?”

“Of course I would have. If you had just told me, I would have been more understanding about it – we could have figured it out together –”

“But you wouldn’t have told me you felt the same way.”

It wasn’t so much a realisation as it was a condemnation. Even though you had expected things to eventually come to this, you still found yourself thrown off balance, struggling to say something that wouldn’t tear the wound even more.

“Poppy, you know how much I care about our friendship – about you… I always have and I always will, but… the truth is that I don’t feel the same way as you do. And you deserve better than for me to lie about that –”

“Oh, do I?”

Her voice was starting to crack now, straining under the weight of her own emotions. She threw the bucket down and kneeled, turning her back to you as she began filling it with seeds.

“If you’re so keen on being honest, then indulge me and tell me what really happened on that night we brought back the Unicorn. Or shall we simply continue to pretend that never happened?”

“No, not at all, but –”

You hesitated, knowing you were treading on thin ice. “I just… I don’t think we should blow that out of proportion. We both know we were acting in the excitement of the moment.”

“Right. Of course.”

She rose and finally turned around to face you. Your heart shattered at the sight of the streaks on her delicate features, redness bleeding into the corners of her eyes.

“I think it would be best if we stopped seeing each other for a while,” she said.

“Poppy –” you tried rather pathetically, but she shook her head. “I wish to forgive you, MC, truly. But… you’ve hurt me, and I’m not certain an apology will do anything to fix that. I think… I’m going to need some time to trust you again.”

You felt tears of your own burning as you heard her confession, only now realising the true extent of your actions, realising how deep the knife had cut. There was a part of you that wanted to resist, to kneel before her and beg her for forgiveness, but you also knew that this wasn’t your decision to make.

“All right,” you said after what felt like an eternity, swallowing back a sob. “I hope, in time, we can be friends again.”

Dear Merlin, please let it be, you added in your head.

––

So, safe to say that Poppy was a bust, or a very tentative maybe at best. It wasn’t anything less than you deserved, you figured, although you weren’t feeling any more confident as far as Imelda was concerned – perhaps even the opposite. Still, you had no intention of delaying the confrontation any further. You had already wasted enough time feeling sorry for yourself, and besides, you assumed that if your relationship had ever truly meant something, surely she would at least be willing to hear you out.

Or so you hoped.

––

“Fuck off.”

Well, that was probably the best reaction you could’ve gotten.

You were closely following behind Imelda, trying to keep up with her as she marched across the field towards the training rooms. Thankfully she had been too preoccupied with chewing out the Beaters to see you approach, though she had wasted no time in turning around and walking away as soon as she’d laid her eyes on you.

“Come on Imelda,” you pleaded with her, “I just want to talk –”

“Ain’t nothing to talk about. You’re a bitch, end of story. Now get lost, before I hex you.”

Deciding to go out on a limb and assume she wouldn’t actually turn you into a frog, you pursued her into the changing room. “Please, you know I wasn’t myself that night. None of us were. I didn’t mean any of the things I said –”

“Great,” she scoffed, taking off her arm pads and throwing them in the corner. “Am I supposed to feel better now?”

“No, I just… I’d hate for the good thing we had to be ruined by some stupid shit I said when I was drunk. I know what happened wasn’t your fault, and I never meant to imply that it was.”

Imelda fell silent for a moment. You watched her as she let her flying robe slip off her shoulders, wrapping it up and throwing it on one of the benches. “Have you spoken to Poppy yet?”

“I have,” you nodded. “I tried to be honest with her – I told her that I felt really bad for dismissing her feelings like that and I was sorry that she got caught between us –”

“Us?” Imelda snorted. “What, so you mean to say it’s my fault after all?”

“No, no one’s to blame. It was all a stupid jest that spun out of control, and I panicked, and I obviously said a lot of things I shouldn’t have. So, will you be able to forgive me?”

The Slytherin turned towards you, crossing her arms in front of her chest. You wished you had a better read on the expression on her face; she didn’t seem too angry, but you were also intimately familiar with her affinity for holding grudges, and you doubted it would be as simple as smoothing it all over with a few words.

“I don’t think I’m the one you should be apologising to,” she said.

“I tried. She said she wasn’t sure and that she needed more time –”

“That’s not what I meant.”

You furrowed your brow, confusion overtaking you. Imelda let out a sigh. “Look, MC, I’m not some spiteful bitch looking for a grudge to keep, okay? I know you didn’t mean the things you said. But you’ve got some things to figure out, and it’s not going to do you any favours if I just forgive you and pretend everything’s fine and dandy.”

“But my mind is clear,” you persisted. “I love you, Mel.”

To your surprise, she walked up to you and placed her hands on your shoulders. “I know,” she said. “And that’s why I’m telling you to stop fucking about and start being honest with yourself. Maybe, once your head’s in the right place, we can talk.”

You saw her dark eyes scanning your features, as if she was trying to read your thoughts, perhaps sensing the storm wreaking havoc inside. It was funny how, after all, you were still trying so hard to deny the obvious – maintaining that you were fine, that you had never seen things more clearly. Though, deep down, you knew Imelda had planted a little seed of doubt – the humble beginnings of salvation.

––

Thoughts, thoughts, so many thoughts. You were battling a fierce enemy right inside your own mind, and the worst thing was that you had no idea how to win. You would have preferred some infamous Dark wizard or perhaps an ugly forest troll; they were also a pain in the arse to deal with, but at least you could dispose of them with spells or potions. There was no real strategy to what you were doing, and most of the time it just left you more tired and frustrated.

Of course, you tried to be honest with yourself, like Imelda had told you to. The issue being that you didn’t know what that even meant. Had there actually been more to that kiss than you’d cared to admit? And if that was true, did that also mean that you truly cared about Poppy in more ways than friendship? Did Imelda want you to admit as much? Did she want to hear it from your mouth – did she want you to make a choice?

Quite frankly, that thought scared you more than anything. The more and more you thought about it, the more it made sense; she had always valued honesty, and in light of the things she had confessed to you, you figured she wouldn’t want to commit her life to you when your own heart wasn’t fully in it. However, you also realised that if you were to declare your undivided devotion to her, you’d inevitably end up hurting Poppy even more. The idea of breaking the heart of your best friend and likely losing her seemed to weigh on you the heaviest; knowing how much you had meant to her over the years, knowing the role you had played as the first real human connection she’d formed at school… you just couldn’t bring yourself to even contemplate it.

All in all, you didn’t have the faintest clue what to do. Which perhaps wouldn’t even have been half as bad if all the fretting wasn’t starting to take its physical toll on you as well. More and more often you would find yourself losing attention in class, only to be told off by Professors who demanded to know what was wrong with you, forcing you to come up with a load of excuses you couldn’t possibly keep track of. Even out of class you tended to avoid your housemates, mostly holing up in your dorm or your Room of Requirement. The nights were by far the worst; seemingly endless hours during which you would lie awake, fears and doubts plaguing your mind, shattering any hope of quiet dreams.

Perhaps you shouldn’t have been surprised that others were beginning to take note.

––

Staring groggily at the pages of your Astronomy manual, you were largely tuned out of everything happening around you, completely focused on trying to keep your eyelids from falling shut. You’d picked out a silent corner of the library just to be safe, though you still felt Scribner watching you like a hawk, just waiting for the moment you fell asleep. Flipping a page, you shielded your mouth with your hand as you let out a big yawn, failing to notice the brown-haired boy approaching you.

“Why hello sunshine,” Sebastian greeted you with a cheeky grin, smacking down a big tome next to you on the table. “Who took a piss in your breakfast this morning?”

“Fuck off Sallow, I’m not in the mood.”

Of course, he simply ignored you and pulled up a chair, plopping down with a chuckle. “Yeah, I can tell. Then again, you’ve been walking around with your knickers in a twist all week. Something happen?”

“Nothing that’s in any way your concern,” you scoffed.

Sebastian shrugged. “Fair enough. I’m just poking my nose around anyway. Saw Imelda the other week and she seemed even more narky than usual, so I assumed something was going on between you two.”

You sighed deeply, letting your head fall to the table. As much as you really didn’t feel like talking to Sebastian right now, part of you wondered what good rotting in your own self-pity would do. And you had to admit that in any case it beat sharing your feelings with Peeves.

“I don’t know, Sebastian,” you sighed. “I think I really messed up this time.”

“Lucky for you, I may be considered something of an expert in that area,” Sebastian replied. “Come, tell old Seb what’s tormenting your poor little soul.”

You might as well have shouted it from the rooftops, though at any rate, you didn’t have much to lose at this point anyway. So you told him everything, from the kiss to your drunken fuck-up and all that had come after. To his credit, Sebastian refrained from making quips, only listening patiently until you were done, leaning in his chair as you finished.

“Well then,” he said after a couple of minutes of silence, “quite the predicament you seem to be finding yourself in.”

“Right,” you sighed. “Didn’t really need your help to understand that, though.”

He shrugged. “At least you’re finally honest about how you feel. You do care about Sweeting as more than a friend, right?”

“Obviously, but that still doesn’t help me.”

“Perhaps not. Perhaps it makes all the difference in the world. You’re so set on making this choice that you aren’t even stopping to wonder whether it’s the choice you should be making.”

You stared at him, trying to figure out whether he was pulling your leg. He didn’t sound like he was joking, but then again, you didn’t know what he was driving at either.

“Look, I won’t try and pretend like I understand everything that’s going on between you three. I’m a man of simple tastes, after all. But I’ve known Imelda since first year, and I can pretty much assure you this is not about jealousy. Or would you truly take her for someone who would waste her time orchestrating a vindictive revenge plot when she could just as easily tell you to get fucked?”

No, truthfully, that didn’t sound like Imelda at all. Furthermore, you now also realised, she had never made any attempt to get in the way of your friendship with Poppy developing into something more – in fact, you were pretty sure she had been encouraging it.

Sebastian chuckled. “See, now you’re catching on. Woman may be a marvel on a broom, but we both know she doesn’t handle emotions well. Getting the three of you together in a room and lowering some inhibitions on the other hand –”

Of course.  The first thing Imelda had asked when you’d gone to see her was if you had made things right with Poppy. Not herself, Poppy. Had she been hoping for some kind of informal arrangement? Or had she intended for you three to grow into something more serious?

“Merlin,” you cursed, “I can’t even –”

Sebastian gave you a smile. “Look, I’d say the best thing you could do right now is to be honest with yourself. Ask what you really want. As soon as you’re certain, go talk to them.”

It was so sensible. So far you had been so hung up on Poppy’s and Imelda’s intentions that you hadn’t given a second of thought to what you wanted. Perhaps you didn’t want to choose between the two of them. Perhaps you wanted something else.

“How come you know so much about this stuff anyway?” you asked, turning to Sebastian with a frown on your face.

He gave a nonchalant shrug. “Let’s just say I have some experience in these matters. Ominis can be a jealous bastard, but nothing turns him on more than watching me pound a girl from behind.”

Your jaw dropped. “Are you two –?”

“Hey, you are entitled to your little secrets, I am entitled to mine.” He smiled as he got up, shifting his book under his arm. “Take your time, MC. I’m sure you’ll figure it out.”

––

You watched nervously as the door to The Three Broomsticks swung open, nearly knocking your chair over as you stood up. Feeling your heart thundering in your chest, a series of frantic thoughts ran through your mind. Had you prepared well enough? What if they didn’t arrive at the same time? Should you have picked a different spot? Had you made a mistake by even doing this at all?

Your shoulders eased as you saw the elderly wizarding couple walk in. Sinking back into your seat, you put your head in your hands, blowing out a sigh. Perhaps this wasn’t such a good idea after all. You had been quite certain last night, feeling happy that you finally had managed to make up your mind, but ever since waking up this morning you had been nothing but a bundle of nerves. You couldn’t even be sure that they would show up, let alone that you had any way of predicting what their reaction would be. Perhaps the wounds were still too fresh. But at any rate, you felt they deserved the sincere truth at the very least – you owed them that much, after everything that happened.

Sirona came up to you to ask if you were prepared to make your order yet. You told her no, and that you were still waiting for a couple of friends.

“Fair enough,” the landlady said, casting you a suspicious glance. “Is everything all right between you and Imelda? It’s been ages since you stopped by for a Butterbeer together.”

“We’ve been through some… rocky times. I’m hoping I can make things right today,” you confessed.

“Ah, I see. Well, good luck. It’d honestly be a shame if you broke up.”

You nodded. “Thanks, Sirona.”

The landlady left you with a pat on your shoulder and you focused your attention on the door again. Minutes passed by, the hope that they would actually show up slipping away with every second. Of course you couldn’t have expected them to… there was no mending this with just some words… you would have to –

Just then, the door opened and Imelda walked in, followed by Poppy in her yellow-lined robe. You shot up, feeling your throat instantly turn bone dry. The moment of truth. Would they walk out when they saw you?

Their heads turned, scanning the room, and then you felt two pairs of eyes settle on you. You awkwardly raised your hand by way of greeting. They looked at each other, seemingly discussing something between themselves, before they walked over to your table.

“Well, ain’t this a surprise,” Imelda said, though you noted her voice lacked any hint of malice. “I suppose that note didn’t come from Nerida after all.”

“I’m sorry about that,” you quickly answered. “I just wanted to make sure you would both be here. There’s something I’d like to say to you and… I hope you want to listen.”

Your eyes automatically darted towards Poppy, expecting her to be the most resistant to your plea, though she simply exchanged one look with Imelda and then shrugged. You sat down and they followed your lead. Clearing your throat, you took a deep breath.

“I want to begin by saying… you were right and I was wrong. About everything. I was so afraid of the implications of my true feelings that I rather deluded myself into believing I was right, instead of confronting how I really felt… and ended up hurting you both. I know excuses won’t make anything right at this point, so – I think it’s about time I told you both the full truth.”

You turned to Poppy, meeting her innocent gaze. “Poppy, I can’t even begin to describe how much you mean to me. I love you, both as my best friend and more than that. You’re kind, and strong, and beautiful in more ways than you know. Witnessing you open up about your feelings so candidly… it was honestly the bravest thing I’ve ever seen, and you deserved better than for me to lie to you and hurt you.”

Your voice trembling, you then looked at Imelda, feeling shivers creep into your tone as you made your confession. “Mel… you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me. I meant it when I said that I wanted to be with you during the most important moments of your life. I think I got so scared of mucking up and losing you that I started to act like this person I was not… when now I realise that all along you just wanted me to be honest. And I want to be honest with you now –”

Turning your attention to them both, you continued, “You two are the most important persons in my life, and I don’t even want to contemplate the thought of losing either one of you. So, will you please forgive me?”

This was it; the moment you surrendered yourself. Even as you finished you immediately started wondering whether there was more you could have said, what other words could have conveyed your sincerity better. On the other hand, if you hadn’t been able to convince them now, you doubted anything else could have made a difference.

Poppy and Imelda seemed to consider your words, trading looks as you watched on with rising anticipation. You were taken by surprise, though, as Imelda shifted and gently grasped Poppy’s hand. “Actually, MC, we have a confession of our own to make,” she said, her voice neutral.

“You must know that it pains us to tell you this,” Poppy continued, “but we should be honest with you as well. After you caused us so much pain, we started to take a great deal of comfort in each other’s presence –”

A feeling of dread started to settle over you. What was going on? Was this really happening?

“We decided we want to be together,” Imelda finished. “We’re sorry, MC… but this might just be for the best.”

You felt like you’d taken a punch to the gut. All you could do was sit there, staring as you were overcome with shock, disbelief, betrayal – until you saw the smirk beginning to grow on Imelda’s face.

“Oh,” you muttered, “oh, you mean –”

Poppy finally burst into a lighthearted giggle as Imelda smiled at her. “I told you she’d fall for it. Worked like a charm, didn’t it?”

“All right, I suppose I deserved that,” you said, relief slipping into your own smile.

“Yes, you did,” Imelda replied. “But now that we’re even, I guess we might as well give you a second chance. What about you, Pops?”

“I suppose all this bitterness doesn’t suit me so much after all,” Poppy said brightly. “Besides… I will say I have really missed our friendship, MC.”

“I did as well,” you nodded, searching for her hand and finding it; her eyes filling with a softness that made your heart leap in your chest. “From now on, I promise I won’t hurt you like that ever again.”

You noticed Imelda having a pensive look on her face. Before you could ask what was on her mind, however, she spoke up: “I suppose I owe you both an apology as well. I don’t really want to blame the booze for what happened… it wasn’t fair of me to put you two on the spot at that moment, and I’m sorry for it.”

“Perhaps it wasn’t all bad in the end,” you said with a smile, giving Poppy’s hand a soft squeeze. “Though I am curious. Why did you do it?”

Imelda shrugged. “I don’t think it was a rational decision. Not then, at least. I will say it was a little infuriating, seeing you two constantly play coy when it was obvious you fancied each other… so I figured I’d take my chance and see how things would play out.”

So you hadn’t been entirely wrong after all. Then again, you couldn’t help but feel as if Imelda wasn’t telling you the whole story.

“So you weren’t jealous after all?” you asked.

Imelda hesitated, shooting Poppy a quick glance. “Well… I’ve thought about that. To be honest, after that conversation we had about our relationship, I suppose I was happy, but something just didn’t feel right. Seeing how you were so ready and eager to completely commit yourself to me… it was flattering, but when I started paying attention to how much you two cared about each other, I just couldn’t help but feel… guilty.”

“Guilty?” you asked, raising your eyebrows. “Why?”

“Because…” She wavered for just a moment, swallowing before she said, “Because it’s not fair to ask you to make that sacrifice… when I’m not sure I could ever do the same. I want to try, but even then I don’t know if I will ever be able to give as much of myself as you do. So, I made a decision. If you want to keep seeing each other, I won’t stand in the way.”

You could feel the air practically being sucked out of the room with Imelda’s confession. Your head was spinning with so many emotions all at once; gratitude, desire, happiness. Perhaps a little ironically, it was as if you had never been more in love with the Slytherin as you were then, knowing that she was willing to make this kind of sacrifice for you. But you loved the kindhearted Hufflepuff on your other side just as much… and you had already made your choice.

“Actually, I have been giving a great deal of thought to what I really want,” you said. Reaching over the table, you took Imelda’s hand, noticing her surprised eyes shooting up to meet your own. “I realise this is a lot to ask, but… when I look at you both, and I see how much we are able to share with each other, it feels selfish to keep either of you to myself. I don’t want to choose between you, or wish for this to be an arrangement where I only can enjoy one of you at a time. What I want… is for us to be together. Truly together – all three of us.”

You waited patiently for your words to sink in. Perhaps surprisingly, you felt less anxious about their reaction than earlier. It felt good to finally be frank about your feelings, to let these two persons closest to your heart know exactly how much they meant to you – the kind of future you wanted to share with them.

The girls seemed a bit lost for words, although you noted they didn’t appear as shocked as you had expected them to be. Perhaps they’d had a sense of where you had been heading after all. Imelda’s lips hinted at a burgeoning grin, while a fresh blush bloomed on Poppy’s cheeks, her eyes sparkling brightly.

“Well?” you asked. “What do you think?”

“It is… an intriguing thought.” Poppy replied. “I must confess I’m not much experienced in these matters, but… you are both very dear to me and I suppose I wouldn’t mind an opportunity to deepen our bond –”

You turned your head. “Mel, what about you?”

“I guess I have some questions about the practicalities  as well, but on the other hand, a chance to enjoy you both sounds too good to pass up.” She smiled at you. “You know what, fuck it, I’m willing to give it a try.”

You gave both of their hands a squeeze, gratitude filling your voice at their embrace of your wish. Already you could hardly wait to grow even closer to them, to share all of yourself with these beautiful souls.

“We can take our time to figure this all out,” you said. “There’s no need to rush into anything. We’ll take it slow, and we’ll be open with each other. But I don’t think it’s too premature to say that I’m excited to be exploring this new chapter in my life… and there’s no one else I’d rather do it with.”

You looked around you, sharing looks of gratitude and excitement with each other, knowing that no matter what happened from here on out – your bond had just grown into something stronger, more profound.

“So,” said Poppy with a shy smile, “I suppose this would qualify as our first date, then?”

––

It had been a month since your meeting in The Three Broomsticks, and honestly? Your life had never felt so full of promise – of meaning. You had never found anything to be lacking even back when it was still Imelda and you, but the introduction of Poppy to the equation had opened up a whole new part of your relationship to explore. It was like you were getting to fall in love all over again, and it was the best feeling in the world.

You noticed the change in Imelda as well. If she had any trouble adjusting, she wasn’t really showing it. As a matter of fact, she seemed more relaxed than usual; less likely to walk around with a snippy attitude, more comfortable in her own skin. You had assummed she would have wanted to adopt a more controlling role in your redefined relationship, though most of the time she seemed fine with letting you and Poppy have some moments to yourself, if that’s what you wanted.

Which wasn’t to say that you weren’t setting some rules. You were very sensitive to balancing your commitments yourself, wanting to make sure you gave both of your girls equal amounts of attention. You and Imelda would often get to spend more time with each other due to being in the same house, so you made sure to see Poppy whenever you could, even if it was as simple as a kiss after breakfast, or holding hands when you walked back to the castle together after Beasts class. Most important of all, you agreed to be frank with each other. You were constantly mindful of each other’s needs and boundaries, communicating what worked for you and what didn’t. Imelda still wasn’t too fond of exhibiting your affection for all of Hogwarts to see, but she didn’t mind if you and Poppy were being cuddly in public. Poppy liked kisses, though she preferred secluded areas if you were to go any further beyond a quick peck to the cheek. Also – under no circumstance were you to use your pet names for each other in the vicinity of other students. (Which, admittedly, had been at your own insistence.)

Overall, the three of you managed to make things work pretty well. There was just one minor point of contention. You and Imelda had broached the subject of bedroom rules pretty early on, thinking it best to establish clear boundaries before you initiated anything, though Poppy had kindly requested a delay of any more… intimate activities. She felt bad for asking, but you assured her that you didn’t mind, that you were willing to take this at whatever pace she was comfortable with. Even though Imelda agreed as well, you knew that she felt slightly less excited about having to put off sex with you, especially since you’d never gotten the chance to… ‘reconcile’ after your brief separation. Still, to her credit, she was putting up with it, and you supposed it would just be a matter of time anyway.

––

“I have to say, green suits you better than I thought,” you chuckled.

“Oh, I don’t know,” Poppy sighed, fidgeting with the emerald green scarf around her neck. “I felt bad enough putting it on this morning. Everyone else in Hufflepuff is coming out for Ravenclaw…”

“But you still decided to wear it,” you said, wrapping an arm around her shoulders as the two of you followed the crowd to the Quidditch pitch. “I’m sure Mel will be thrilled when she sees you.”

Poppy smiled up at you. “You don’t suppose anyone will wonder who arranged those first-row seats for us?”

“Maybe,” you shrugged, “but I don’t see why we should care.”

Entering the corridor leading up to the stands, you couldn’t help but feel some curious looks being cast your way. As much as you didn’t really feel bothered by them, you were a little concerned about Poppy. “Say,” you said, “I know I’m probably repeating myself, but if at any point you feel that we should calm things down a bit –”

Your sentence was abruptly cut off as you were yanked into a small alcove, Poppy pulling you down by your own scarf to press her soft lips to yours. You let out a groan at the surprise gesture, leaning into the kiss, savouring the sweet taste of the Hufflepuff. An eternity later, Poppy pulled back, her face glowing. “I don’t think I want to. I really like kissing you too much.”

“The feeling is mutual,” you smiled, tenderly stroking her cheek. “But we probably shouldn’t be wasting too much time. Come, the game is about to start.”

You extended your hand, and she eagerly took it. Moving through the bustling crowd of supporters, you swiftly located your seats. You were already accustomed to Imelda reserving prime spots for you at Quidditch matches, though you could tell Poppy was rather new to the experience. A smile graced your face as you watched her gaze in wonder at the magnificent surroundings.

You leaned over to whisper to her. “The best thing is that you won’t even have to stand on your toes to see anything.”

“Again with the quips about my stature,” she said with an eye roll. “You’re the only one who keeps doing that, you know.”

“I did know that. But I think you might prefer it over the things Imelda likes to joke about.”

The look she gave provoked a chuckle from you. There was no time to mess around for long, though, as an eruption of cheers heralded the arrival of the players. You didn’t search long for Imelda. She stood out, soaring above her teammates, a striking figure in her billowing robe and long black hair.

Poppy leaned over to you. “She looks so pretty, doesn’t she?”

“That she does,” you agreed.

As the match began, you couldn’t help but feel the slightest bit of anxiety. Surely you knew better than to question Imelda’s skill, but at the same time, it was easy to wonder whether she had in any way been distracted by all of the recent developments. You would never forgive yourself if she lost a game because of you; and you assumed neither would Poppy, for that matter.

Of course, it turned out that you never had anything to worry about. Each of the Slytherins played their role to perfection, and Imelda herself was like a lightning bolt, handling the Quaffle with a ferocity that Poppy aptly likened to a Kneazle protecting her cubs. It hardly came as a surprise when the game was called merely thirty-sixth minutes in with a decisive win for Slytherin: 270 to 60 points.

“Let’s go!” you shouted to Poppy, trying to make yourself heard over all the excitement exploding around you. “I know a shortcut to Imelda’s quarters; we can wait for her there!”

Poppy nodded, quickly grabbing your robe to keep herself from being dragged along by the crowd. With some effort, you managed to clear a path to the changing rooms and the Captain’s quarters, quickly moving inside to avoid any curious gazes. You leaned against the desk as you watched Poppy curiously peruse the many books and notes outlining Imelda’s tricks and strategies.

“So, how was this for you?” you decided to ask. “Attending a Quidditch match, I mean.”

“Oh, well, it’s amusing, I suppose…” Poppy replied, awkwardly rubbing the back of her head. “To be frank, it’s still a little daunting to be around so many people.”

You nodded in understanding. “Even so, I think it’s brave that you took a step you wouldn’t normally have taken. I’m sure it means a lot to Imelda – and me as well.”

The Hufflepuff turned towards you, her eyes gleaming with the kind of radiant innocence you’d come to fall so deeply in love with. “I’m glad to hear that,” she said, though you sensed hesitance in her voice, a thought plaguing her mind. Having gotten accustomed to reading her emotions, you waited patiently, offering her a chance to bring up the subject on her own accord.

“MC…” she said.

But then the door swung open. You instantly veered up from your seat to greet Imelda, who came in bearing the most smug grin you’d ever seen.

“Well, if it ain’t my two favourite persons,” she smiled, before turning to Poppy and embracing the girl in a warm hug. “Thanks for coming, Pops. It was really good to see you before the game.”

“I’m glad I could do my part,” Poppy said with a chuckle. “You were marvellous today, Imelda.”

The Slytherin grinned as she pulled back, her gaze only lingering just a second before she moved in again and kissed her. Poppy immediately responded to the gesture, the pink shade of her face deepening as their lips met. You failed to prevent a tinge of validation from seeping into your smile as you watched them, happy that their friendship had already started to blossom into something more.

Sure enough, you had expected Imelda to be eager to move on to you, but one thing you’d failed to anticipate was just how pent-up her craving for you was. Almost instantly, you could feel her tongue wrestling your lips open, a warm moan flowing into the depths of your throat. You gasped as you separated, a thin strand of saliva breaking apart on your chin.

“You were amazing out there, love,” you somehow managed to whisper between the audible thumping of your heart.

“Thanks,” she smiled, and Gods, the primal look she was giving nearly did you in right there and then. “Though I must confess I was kind of hoping for a different prize…”

“Oh?”

“Mhm.” She leaned in to whisper in your ear: “Frankly, all I could think about when everyone was cheering me on was the taste of your cunt.”

“Bloody hell, Mel,” you chuckled nervously, glancing over at Poppy to make sure she wasn’t overhearing you.

“What?” Imelda asked with feigned innocence, purposely grazing the skin of your lobe. “She can join in if she wants. I wouldn’t mind.”

As much as the thought of getting to share your body with both Imelda and Poppy made you feel hot in all the right places, you knew you couldn’t go along with the idea – not yet.

“We can’t,” you whispered, fighting back the sense of intoxication. “We promised, remember?”

You anticipated greater persistence from her, though to your mild surprise, she eased back and let out a sigh. “I know. But we’re going to have to talk about it soon. I hate being so close to you without ever getting to be intimate again –”

“We will,” you promised, lightly pecking her lips to reassure her. In an instant, she reverted to her former self, grinning broadly at both of you. “So, I’d say this calls for a celebration. How about a couple of drinks over at the Three Broomsticks?”

“Fine by me,” you agreed.

“Actually, I had an idea –” Poppy replied. “I was thinking… I still regret that our previous ladies’ night ended the way it did, and I’ve been wanting to propose a do-over now that we’ve… well, become more than friends –”

You exchanged looks with Imelda, noticing a familiar hopeful spark in her eyes. It wouldn’t have taken Legilimency to discern that the two of you were thinking the exactly same thing; that perhaps this could be the first glimpse of Poppy’s less… ‘restrained’ side.

“That wouldn’t be too bad of an idea,” Imelda said. “I’ll probably be caught up in events all week, so it’ll be nice to have a quiet moment to ourselves. What about you, MC?”

You nodded. “Yeah, I like the Room better. We’ll be less likely to get bothered by someone.”

Maybe that wasn’t what you were really getting at, but either way, it seemed best not to get ahead of yourself right now. You looked at each other, eyes filled with gratitude, just calmly enjoying the moment.

That was, until Imelda’s voice cut through the silence. “So,” she said, putting her hands on her hips, “are you two going to leave, or are you just waiting for me to drop my trousers?”

––

“Either way, that’s when he gave me this look and… even though he didn’t say as much, I think he basically confessed that they’re fucking.”

Across from you, Poppy stared at you with an open mouth, while Imelda started laughing. “Of course they are. Good to hear that little Sebbie is still as predictable as ever.”

You cocked an eyebrow, taking another swig of your drink before you retorted, “Oh, I assume this is the part where you say that you knew all along?”

“Girlie, if you thought all that attitude from Ominis was just fashionable snark, I honestly don’t know what to tell you. Now, what I’m most curious about is – who gets to be on top?”

You let out a groan. “Merlin, I don’t want to think about that.”

“Oh, come on. Like you wouldn’t start dripping at the thought of two sweaty boys… right, Pops?”

“Oh, I am hardly qualified to comment,” Poppy deflected, quickly taking a sip from her drink as the tips of her ears started to glow crimson.

“I don’t know Mel,” you chuckled. “It sounds like you’re the one taking an awful lot of interest.”

Imelda growled. “Pussies, the both of ya. That’s all I get for spreading the seeds of love?”

“Aw, sounds like someone is in need of a hug,” you taunted, and before Imelda could stop you you were already on top of her, your hands searching for the spots you knew to be particularly ticklish. Imelda cursed at you, trying to push you off, but all those hours spent familiarizing yourself with her body had really paid off. Poppy chuckled as she watched the two of you struggle, the glimmer on her face betraying a light tipsiness. Eventually you relented and decided to release her, the both of you panting as you settled on opposite ends of the couch.

“Merlin’s Beard, MC,” Imelda grunted, though you hardly failed to notice the smile on her face, “if you want to get into my knickers, just tell me next time.”

“The night is still young,” you chuckled, wondering much of that was an actual promise rather than a mere joke. Despite your lack of intention to push anything tonight, it would have been difficult to ignore that the easy flow of the moment – the booze, the flirting, the suggestive jokes between you three – was giving rise to some… particularly charged energies. Still, you were determined not to push anything beyond the limits of your comfort; that was to say, Poppy’s.

After a few moments and another round of drinks, Imelda piped up, “Well, here’s a fun question. Most scandalous thing you’ve ever done?”

“Come on,” you said with a laugh and an eye roll, “aren’t you just trying to put Poppy on the spot again?”

“Maybe I am, or maybe I just like to see you get all riled up and defensive again. You’re pretty cute like that, you know?”

“I do have to agree,” Poppy chimed in. “Particularly when it’s on my account.”

You gave the Hufflepuff a look of disbelief while Imelda’s laugh rang through the chamber. “Poppy! I can’t believe you would just side with her like that,”

“Can’t fault her for speaking the truth,” Imelda piled on. “Besides, we both know you wouldn’t actually have anything serious to tell.”

“Excuse me. I’ll have you know that I have gotten up to plenty of kinky shenanigans in my time. In fact, just a few months ago, I touched myself –“ you paused a second for dramatic effect – ”in the library.”

Poppy looked at you with proper shock, but Imelda seemed considerably less impressed. “Please,” she scoffed, “that ain’t nothing. Try getting yourself off on a broom in the middle of a training session.”

You burst out in laughter. “Oh, fuck off. Did you really –?”

“Damn right I did. Ain’t no stopping me when I’m proper horny – I figured no one was paying much attention to me anyway, so I put some distance between myself and the rest and… well, the rest is history.”

Goodness gracious. As amusing as it was trying to imagine Imelda furiously rubbing away while she was shouting profanities at other players, it was hot as hell too.

“Anyway, Pops, I’m sure you have us beat,” Imelda said, turning to the Hufflepuff with a devilish smirk.

Poppy chuckled apprehensively. “I’m not quite sure about that, but… I suppose I’ve been up to some salacious misadventures of my own –”

Surprised as you were to see this bolder side of her, you were much more curious to see just what kind of misadventures she was talking about. Imelda, too, leaned in closer, despite making a halfhearted attempt to mask her interest with her usual nonchalance. “Well now girl, can’t leave us hanging like that. Spill the goods!”

“Okay, well, um –” Poppy shifted in her seat and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear – “so this was a while back… I was looking for someone, and in my attempt to find them, I accidentally stumbled across something I wasn’t really meant to see…”

Imelda perched her eyebrows. “You caught some people going at it in public?”

Poppy’s features took on a noticeably pinker hue. She offered just the tiniest of nods, causing the Slytherin to let out a laugh. “Well, colour me impressed! Turns out our innocent angel has a deviant side after all. Tell us, were you turned on?”

Poppy giggled nervously. “I… I suppose I was. It was all rather exciting; the thrill of witnessing something forbidden, the risk of being discovered… it… it was as if I was being a part of it, in a sense.”

Merlin’s Beard. You’d always seen Poppy as some supreme embodiment of innocence, so much so that discovering this perverse side of her did more to arouse you than you had been expecting. So many thoughts were occupying your mind all of a sudden that you didn’t even notice Imelda moving closer to you. “So…” she said with a cheeky smile, “would it turn you on if I did… this?”

Her lips smothered any hope you might have had of stopping her – not that you did. You entered a state of physical flux as she gave you the deepest, most sultry French kiss you’d ever had, your eyes closing as if guided by a will of their own. Merlin, how much you had longed for her, how could you have ever have willingly resisted her perfect taste –

Oh, that was right. With some effort, you broke the kiss, swallowing back a gasp. “Mel, wait, we can’t –”

“Oh, yes we can,” Imelda replied in a growl that gave you goosebumps all over. “She’s loving this. Aren’t you, Poppy?”

You turned your head to catch her response. Much to your surprise, the Hufflepuff seemed mesmerized, her eyes speaking the confession you maybe had deep down been wishing for all along.

Her head bobbed up and down, nodding.

A finger pulled your chin back to where your attention was sorely needed. Imelda’s breath was hot to your face, dark eyes lavishing every inch of you. “Come on, let’s give our girl a show.”

She kissed you again, this time running a hand up your body to give your breast a firm squeeze. You moaned into her mouth, your back arching as if to seek her touch. Oh Merlin, it was nothing short of perfect; she wanted you so badly, and you wanted her so badly as well…

Still, you found it in you to restrain yourself, turning to Poppy one more time. “Poppy… are you certain you want this to happen?”

Poppy shifted in her seat, flashing you a warm smile. “Yes, please. I would like to watch while you… make love to each other.”

Her voice was so sweet, so full of kindness… knowing that she wanted nothing more than for you to be happy and enjoy each other’s bodies was just the cherry on top. Reassured, you now started to meet Imelda’s wanting with your own, taking her face between your hands and crashing your lips into hers. Imelda groaned, pushing herself against you, fingers finding their way into your hair. Her teeth tugged at your bottom lip, nudging you apart, and then her tongue swept in, meeting yours as your heavy breaths and moistness started to mix. There was no need to guide you, no need to coax any sounds from you, for you were as least as hungry as she was; tasting her was like tasting water after a long, merciless drought.

You broke apart ever so slightly, allowing you to relish in your mutual anticipation as you looked at each other, each of you smiling under your heavy breath. Merlin, she was so beautiful, and you wanted to know her just how beautiful she was –

“I missed you,” you whispered to her, delighting in the way her body trembled at your words. It was rare to see such vulnerability from her, but you were nothing short of proud that you were the one making her feel this way.

She responded in kind, throwing herself back at you, once again letting her hands roam to fondle you through your blouse. Only the thin layer of fabric separated her expert touch from your sensitive breasts, her grip pulling a whimper from your lips as you lost any sense of restraint. It didn’t even occur to you that you should try to maintain a semblance of composure in front of Poppy; she wanted you to lose it, and you had a slight suspicion Imelda was as least as eager to put on a show as you were.

Her pillowy lips explored along your jawbone, then down your neck, leaving a trail of wet marks in their wake. You failed to restrain a lewd sigh from escaping you as you peered over at Poppy out of the corner of your eye. You almost couldn’t believe this was truly happening, that she was becoming part of your bond in this way. Just how much was it turning her on to see you like this? Was she taking pleasure in the sound of your moans, imagining the feeling of Imelda’s lips suckling on her neck? Was she picturing a day when she would be ready to share herself – all of herself with the two of you?

All of those sensual thoughts coincided with Imelda sliding a finger into your skirt, drawing another gasp from you as she chuckled against your throat. You could feel her exploring, her digit brushing past the tense delight that protruded from your swollen folds, wetness spilling from you as you buckled against her palm, crying out her name. “Mel…”

Imelda chuckled again, tenderly kissing a spot right below your ear. Around and around her finger went, teasing your clit just long enough to leave you begging for more as she retreated up your thigh again. “You’re such a good girl… all warm and wet for me, hm?” she whispered in a husky voice, though loud enough for Poppy to hear. You noticed one of the Hufflepuff’s hands had moved down to the front of her skirt, mimicking Imelda’s movements as she drew circles around where she was undoubtedly soaking right now.

“I didn’t know you were such a dirty little slut,” Imelda whispered, tugging seductively at your lobe. “You love being watched, don’t you? You love how she’s watching me doing this to you… you want to show her just what an obedient little bitch you are…”

Merlin, yes. Your teeth dug into your bottom lip as she spread you open, using her middle finger to paint your hole with slick. You cried into her shoulder, every part of your body crying out for release, for her to have her way with you and bare every inch for Poppy to behold. Sensing your desperation, Imelda pulled back ever so slightly to look you in the eye, cupping your face with one hand while the other worked your aching cunt. “Tell me, then,” she growled. “Tell me what you want.”

Your voice trembled as you tried to speak the words, “Please…eat…”

“Louder, dear.” She thumbed your clit, coaxing another cry from you. “Let her hear it.”

Swallowing, you mustered all your physical and mental strength to make your wish known. “Please… Mel… eat my pussy…”

A wicked smile played on her lips. “Hear that, Pops? She wants me to munch on her muff. Do you think she’s deserved it?”

“I suppose it would be cruel not to…” Poppy chuckled under her breath.

“Liar,” Imelda replied, though you noticed she was still smiling. “You just want to see her pussy, don’t you?” Turning her attention to you again, she brought up two fingertips that were coated in your slick. “Well, I guess I can’t blame you.” She never broke eye contact as she cleaned you off her fingers, the sparkle in her dark eyes making a shiver run down your back.

“Hm,” she hummed, “you taste delicious, dear. Maybe I should give you something after all.”

Before you could respond, you were suddenly thrown backwards. You let out a giggle as your back hit the cushions, Imelda rushing to wrestle your skirt down your thighs. Your moist heat only contained behind a layer of silky fabric was met with a gust of cool air, leaving you gasping for breath as Imelda pushed her nose into your damp crotch.

“Oh, yes,” she groaned as she inhaled your scent, “you smell so fucking good, love. I love how much your body is crying out for me. So fucking needy.”

You had to admit to feeling a little shock as she took your soaked underwear between her teeth and ripped them off with one swift tug. She had never been this fierce with you before, never so primal. You figured having an audience was bringing her drive to perform out in a stronger way than you had been expecting. Not that there were any complaints to be had; the way you were throbbing once your slick lips were bared to her ravenous gaze confirmed as much.

“Look at our poor girl,” Imelda cooed, pinching your folds between her digits, leaving you a soft whimpering mess. “What do you think of MC’s pussy, Pops?”

Poppy, positively hypnotized by the sight of you, ran her tongue past her lips as a wave of red crept up from her collar. You noticed her drooling a little as she responded, “She’s… exquisite –”

“Mmm, right. Such a pretty pink pussy.” Imelda used her hands to coax you further apart, the feeling of her proximity to your swollen heat eliciting the most desperate of cries from you. Her thumbs lightly caressed your skin as she leaned in, providing but a mere shred of relief as her breath tickled your clit. “So bloody sweet too.”

A flick of her tongue made your legs spasm. How fucking close you were to perfection – but you knew it wasn’t for you to make demands. She really wasn’t about to leave you hanging, not as she was about ready to damn well devour you, and not with another pair of eyes observing her every move…

You released a throaty moan as she lapped at you with a single, broad stroke. Imelda had eaten you out many times before, and yet she never failed to make every time she put her tongue on you feel new and special. You loved her so much, and you wanted her to give you the relief only she was capable of providing.

You breathed a sigh of happiness once she finally drove her tongue inside of you. She dutifully cleaned up the juices gathered around your fleshy curls before swirling her way inside, probing the tight hole. Your head fell back at the feeling of her, your lips mouthing a silent prayer, thanking the high heavens for giving you the attention of this lovely nymph.

You stole a glance at Poppy as Imelda continued slurping from your oozing honey-sweet treasure. One of her small palms was buried in her skirt, pumping underneath the fabric, while the other fondled her chest through her white blouse. Her face was gleaming with perspiration, her parted lips releasing a shallow panting that you could hear even over the sound of your own moaning. But it was through her eyes that you felt most strongly connected to her; those sweet, brown eyes, burning with a kind of lust you instantly were addicted to. No matter the physical distance of your bodies, she was becoming a part of you, feeling your pleasure, the pure release of ecstasy as if it were her own.

You decided to give her even more to appreciate, shedding the loose garment covering your torso. Poppy’s eyes widened at the sight of your full, round breasts, her gaze drawn to your sharp-pointed nipples, achingly hard from your arousal. You seductively bit your lip as you rolled one between your fingers, the physical pleasure only adding to the delight you felt at the cute little whimper she emitted.

Imelda must have noticed the increased flow of juices trickling from your slit, as she began lapping at you with greater fervour. You pushed away the black strands from her face, adoring the way her eyes would roll up to look at you as her tongue swept through your folds.

“You’re so fucking pretty, eating my pussy like that,” you whispered to her. She smiled at you before wrapping her lips around your clit, sucking on the nub while she eased a finger into you, taking over where her tongue had left off. You moaned as if something had possessed you, forehead creasing in desperate bliss as your hips started grinding against her face of their own volition. Even in your wildest dreams you would have never dared to imagine this scenario; your Imelda, committing herself fully to your pleasure, while your Poppy watched on, lost in her own haze of pure, unadulterated lust. The Hufflepuff was shedding all semblance of modesty as Imelda fucked you so well to your release, riding her hand, pushing her lips together in a largely futile effort to stifle her obscene cries of pleasure.

Imelda must have taken note too, for you felt the vibrations of her grunting deep inside your pussy. She was sucking with more strength now, no longer set on any intent but to make you come, hard. Your hips bucked as she added another finger, the digits sloshing in your essence, your walls tightening around her as you felt the familiar onset of naked release.

“Oh fuck, right there –” you gasped, encouraging her as she hit that perfect rhythm that was sure to bring about your orgasm. The room filled with wet sounds and sex-fueled moaning, each of you lost in your own sensual cadence. It was pure fucking depravity of the best sort, and it was about to reach its perfect climax –

Your body locked up as you finally reached that state of being that made your vision go white and your voice climb to inaudible heights. Imelda held you tightly while your orgasm washed over you, making sure you didn’t accidentally hurt yourself as your back rose from the couch and your limbs strained under the powerful release of your pure ecstasy. Your reward came to her in a gush of juices, which she swallowed greedily, only climbing up on top of you once she had fully licked you clean.

“Merlin’s Beard,” you sighed, “I think that’s the hardest I ever came –”

Imelda smiled, pressing a pleasantly you-flavoured kiss to your lips. “I think our little audience liked it as well.”

You both turned to look at Poppy, unable to resist a chuckle at the dishevelled figure splayed out on the armchair. She only managed a lopsided smile as she sighed, “That was… wonderful…”

Well fucked out as you were, you felt that Imelda was owed a little more than your pussy juices for her mind-blowing performance. You swept her lips up in yours once more before flashing her a smile. “Want me to return the favour?”

“I thought you’d never ask.” She took a moment to relieve herself of her own clothes, and of course, her deliciously bare form was just begging for your attention. So you spent a few minutes doing exactly that, kissing her freckled shoulders and cupping her smooth globes. It didn’t take her long to push you back onto the sofa, however. “Enough.” She positioned her athletic frame on top of you, allowing you to lovingly drink in the glorious nakedness of your Slytherin goddess as she made her intentions plain. “I hope you’re ready, love, because I’m going to ride that pretty mouth of yours until I’m cumming and screaming your name.”

Gods yes, there was nothing else you wanted more, as if servicing her was all you were made for. You watched in anticipation as she lifted herself on her knees, remembering to take a deep breath just before she mounted your face. Her slick folds met your lips, the taste of her arousal drowning out all of your other senses. Merlin, she would be the death of you someday…

You probed carefully, trying to find a pace that would satisfy her, though she swiftly began grinding on her own accord. “I didn’t ask you to go easy on me, girl. Stop fucking about.”

Fair enough. You seized her hips, holding her in place as you drove your tongue inside of her. Her reaction was mostly invisible to your eyes, but judging by the earth-shattering groan she emitted and the way you were suddenly drowning in her juices, you figured you were doing something right.

Content with her response to your ministrations, you settled into a nice pace, flicking your tongue up and down her slit while you paid close attention to the sounds she was making. Her fingers gripped into your hair, holding you steady as she rocked her hips into you. “Right there…” she moaned, “fucking eat me like the good girl you are…”

You hummed against her clit, lapping at her like a greedy little pup. A delightful shiver tickled your skin at the menacing chuckle she emitted, this time directed at Poppy. “You like watching us, girlie? You like how I’m riding this precious mouth you like kissing so much? You want me to see come all over those pretty fucking lips?”

Good grief. Even if you weren’t the intended audience in this scenario, Imelda was doing an awfully good job at turning you on. You tried very hard not to lose rhythm as she continued her taunting, worried that any drop in pace might cause her to stop.

“Maybe I’ll let you come over and clean her up when I’m through with her,” she chuckled under her breath. “It would be so hot to see you two make out… tasting me on her lips… fuck, even thinking about it is getting me so wet –”

Yeah, you could tell. You were starting to feel lightheaded, and not merely because of the excess of Imelda trickling down your chin. Though you kept the pace, not wanting to disappoint your lover.

“Oh yes,” Imelda cursed, “I see you touching yourself. You’re wishing it was you she was fucking, aren’t you? You’re thinking about it… having her tongue inside of you… seeing those beautiful eyes look up at you while she’s completely devoting herself to making you cum…”

Enough. You could honestly listen to Imelda egging on Poppy for hours, but a mischievous part of you was very eager to knock the so-called Queen of Quidditch down a perch. So you decided to shift gears, grabbing her arse, nails burying themselves into her toned cheeks while you started properly fucking her senseless.

Her reaction was beyond satisfying. From your place between her thighs, you had a perfect view of the delightful sway of her breasts and the desperate expression on her face as her taunting gave way to the lewdest moans you’d ever managed to elicit from her. You had successfully moulded her into a creature of nothing but pure pleasure, wiping every rational thought from her mind as she rode you fiercely, desperate to claim any bit of physical relief you had to offer. And you were keen to provide. You kept tongue-fucking her, nuzzling her clit until your vision blurred and the sounds ringing in your ears were nothing but the combined gasps of your two lovers.

It was only a matter of time before Imelda came crashing over the edge, collapsing on top of you as she screamed “I love you both!” at the top of her lungs. You were smothered with her honey, your senses straining as your body cried out for oxygen. The following moments were more or less a dizzy haze as you felt Imelda’s weight shift off your face, spotty colours filling your vision.

It took you a while before you managed to regain control of your senses, opening your eyes to Imelda’s glorious visage, her flushed cheeks framed by her damp black hair. A hint of concern had been visible in her eyes, though it quickly dissipated as she flashed you a loving smile. “There you go. Seems as if you’d almost passed out for a minute – sorry about that.”

“Honestly, suffocating between your thighs is the only way I would want to go,” you sighed contentedly, causing her to chuckle as she crawled on top of you and planted a tender kiss on your lips. “That was amazing, dear. I didn’t know you could be so… fierce.”

“I will admit I had an incentive to put on a good performance.” You turned to the other presence in the room. “Are you all right, Poppy?”

Poppy barely managed to raise her head to look at you, looking positively even more like a mess after her second orgasm. “Never… better…” she muttered, before falling back again.

You let out a giggle as you turned back to Imelda, who met you in another sweet kiss. “What about you?” she asked. “Happy?”

“Happy,” you replied with an eager nod.

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[crimsonedquill]

Hi, friend :) Just a question. Did you delete some of your stuff? I have a lot of your wonderful writing writing bookmarked and was re-reading a few and they're all gone?

Not sure what’s causing this since I seem to be able to access everything on my end, even without logging in? I’m not exactly a tumblr expert so I honestly have no clue lol.

I’ve been thinking about backing up some of my stuff to AO3 lately but I haven’t gotten around to it yet, will let y’all know once I have though

[crimsonedquill]

Ball (Imelda Reyes x Poppy Sweeting)

The second chapter of Two Snakes and a Badger is due to be posted soon but I was having some smutty ImeldaxPoppy brain rot today, so here’s a little extra treat for my fellow wlw enjoyers x

Content warning: NSFW (18+). You know what to expect, unapologetic filth.

“You look so fucking sexy in that dress. I just knew I had to have you.”

A red hue crept across Poppy’s cheeks. She had not been quite expecting to find herself in such a compromising position, much less at the behest of Imelda Reyes. Yet she could hardly deny that the whole endeavour was turning her on more than she dared to admit; the heat pulsing between her legs confirmed as much.

In front of her, Imelda was kneeling on the ground, radiating an air of serpent royalty in her silver-and-green dress. She had looked so pretty on the dance floor, even before she had approached Poppy with that mischievous glint in her eye that betrayed more than mere friendly intent. Poppy was perfectly familiar with her antics, of course, though she had found herself unable to decline when the Slytherin suggested they find a more “private” location.

Oh, how scandalous.

Imelda flashed a smile, that peculiar kind of smile that made her feel soft in the pit of her stomach. “You were thinking about me too, I could tell. Those pretty doe eyes, practically begging me to touch you…”

Goodness, yes. As much as she wanted to refute it, her body was betraying her wanting for Imelda in ways she had never even thought about. She shuddered, feeling herself respond to Imelda’s touch when the girl placed a hand on her.

“Look at you, all wrapped up like a present, all for me,” Imelda hummed, beginning to push her dress up, revealing the white stockings underneath. It was as if the gesture momentarily broke the spell the Slytherin had put on her, as she finally had the sense to look around, if only briefly. “W-won’t somebody see?” she queried apprehensively.

Imelda chuckled. “Everyone’s too busy going on a bender to be paying attention to us. Besides,” she added as she ran her tongue across her lips at the sight of the soaked dark lace, “I have no intention of making you last that long.”

Poppy blushed profusely. She had never felt this exposed, this vulnerable. Yet in a sense she was also quite flattered by the Captain’s captivation with her body, feeling a delightful tremble run through her core as Imelda let her gaze wander.

The Slytherin leaned in, closing her eyes as she inhaled her scent. “You smell so fucking good. As if you can’t even hide how much you want me. Were you this wet before?”

Poppy nodded, shyly.

“Of course you were.” Imelda grinned, nuzzling her crotch. “You’re such a dirty girl. So wet and needy. I bet you taste really good, too.”

Oh Merlin. The Hufflepuff wondered how she would ever conduct herself with grace and modesty again as Imelda hooked her fingers into her underwear, beginning to work the garment down her leg. The serpent was fully exposing her for the perverted soul that she was, and the worst thing was that she was loving every second of it –

“Bloody hell,” Imelda cursed under her breath. “Look at you, poor thing.”

Poppy turned her head away in shame. She couldn’t believe she was bare – actually bare, fully unveiled for Imelda to behold. So depraved, so wrong; and yet, so good.

“Don’t be ashamed,” Imelda smiled reassuringly. “You’re beautiful. Let me prove it to you.”

The compliment helped to put her mind at ease. She looked back, biting her lip as she yielded her approval. Despite her apprehension, she also knew that she very much wanted this to happen, to entrust herself to Imelda’s touch.

The girl planted a gentle kiss on her thigh, drawing the softest of whimpers from her lips. The reaction seemed to please her. “That’s it. Let go, give yourself to me. I’ll make you forget about everything.”

Her lips were like pure electricity, leaving goosebumps with every kiss. Poppy felt her heartbeat quickening as she drew ever so closer to her swollen core. Merlin, the anticipation was killing her, how was she to maintain her composure with Imelda pushing her to the end of her wits like this –

Another mischievous chuckle. “Help me out here, dearie. Spread your legs nice and wide. I want to see all of you.”

She sheepishly obliged, emitting a little gasp when she felt Imelda’s thumbs at the edges of her folds, teasing the small patch of fuzzy brown hair just above her clit. She was getting slightly worried at the potential of the Slytherin taking ample time to tease her, knowing full well she wouldn’t be able to stay quiet enough…

Though of course, Imelda had no such intention.

“So fucking sweet,” she cooed. “You’re going to taste so good.”

A quick, teasing flick. Poppy whined quietly. It was really happening, another girl was putting her tongue on her, was tasting her –

It was better than she had ever dreamt of, even more so when Imelda finally eased into her and began eating her properly. Her head fell back, words falling short as she fully surrendered to the feeling of sensual bliss. The Slytherin didn’t waver for a second, kissing, sucking and licking until she was a panting mess, her release arriving in a hot wave, dripping down Imelda’s chin.

Though she would be mistaken in assuming that was the end of it. And honestly? She couldn’t have been more excited.

#hogwarts legacy #imelda reyes #poppy sweeting #imelda reyes x poppy sweeting #imelda reyes smut #poppy sweeting smut #hogwarts legacy smut

[crimsonedquill]

Two Snakes And A Badger: Chapter I

Pairing: Imelda Reyes x f!MC, Poppy Sweeting x f!MC, hints of Imelda Reyes x Poppy Sweeting

Summary: Being in a healthy, loving relationship with the Captain of Slytherin's Quidditch team doesn't leave much to be desired. But when MC realises her best friend has feelings for her too, things get a little... complicated.

Word count: 10.5k

Content warning: NSFW (18+). Minors DNI. Smut, cunnilingus, fingering, light dom!Imelda, hints of dom!MC, Poppy having a voyeurism kink, fluff, lots of feels, lots of angst, confusion about feelings

A/N: So, this is a fic I’ve been wanting to write for a while, and a couple of weeks ago I finally managed to summon the combined powers of the universe to actually start writing it. I decided not to stick to a target word count this time and just let things run wild, so that’s why it’s split up into multiple chapters 🙏

This chapter is mostly setting the stage and exploring MC’s relationship with Imelda and Poppy, but eventually things are expected to move towards a Imelda x MC x Poppy pairing (and I honestly couldn’t be more excited lol)

I really don’t know what else to put here so go on and enjoy this entirely self-indulgent feels fest I guess

“Oh, Merlin.”

A strained cry left your lips as you bucked your hips, nails digging into your naked breast while your other hand tangled into the hair of the girl kneeling in front of you. Imelda let out a chuckle, briefly withdrawing her tongue from your folds to flash you a smile that was glazed with your essence.

“Good girl…” she purred, no, growled before plunging back into your warm depths, causing you to whimper in pleasure.

You had more or less known what to expect when you started dating Slytherin’s Quidditch Captain, though in fairness, you’d had no way of knowing just how insatiable she was. Sometimes it seemed like you couldn’t go a minute without having her tongue or fingers inside of you, doing things that often left you unable to walk upright for days after. Not that you particularly minded. If anything, it was even a little flattering, the way your body worked on her like an aphrodisiac; drawing her to you like a moth to a flame. Besides, your orgasms had never been better.

Speaking of which, you suddenly felt a telltale quivering deep inside your pussy, warm numbness spreading from your core to your inner thighs, your breath shallowing at the utter perfection of the feeling. Dark eyes shot up to look at you, trapping you in their devilish gaze as Imelda continued slurping away, clearly having no intention of delaying your release any further. You counted yourself lucky; she usually wasn’t so generous, having found a particular kink in the sound of your begging.

“Oh… oh, fuck,”

You cried, throwing your head back, her muffled groans only giving you a clue as to the filth she would be talking to you right now if she could. You would have been perfectly fine with being scolded to your climax, but right now you wanted nothing more than to just come, to reward your girlfriend with the sweet nectar she was so desperately craving. Sure enough, soon your walls were clamping down on her tongue buried deep inside you, eyes rolling back into your skull as you let out a sinful cry. Imelda cooed with delight, not letting any of your precious honey go to waste as she used her long, curling tongue to lick around your folds, giving your clit a last little flick. You lost your balance, your knees giving out as your orgasm rocked through you. Like always, though, you felt Imelda’s strong grip before you could fall to the floor. She quickly carried you over to the bed – a recent addition to your Room of Requirement you had been gratefully taking a lot of advantage of – and threw you down on the mattress. You giggled as you hit the sheets, quickly being smothered by her lips, which still bore the sweet taste of your juices.

Imelda propped herself up on her elbows, a smile playing on her lips as she hovered above you. “You’re a fucking treat, you know.”

“Miss Reyes, are you getting sentimental on me?” you teased.

“Don’t ruin the mood.” She leaned down, planting another kiss on your lips. “Then again, I’ll admit there’s a lot to like.”

“Uh-huh.” You chuckled, swapping a few more lazy kisses before she settled down beside you, a content sigh leaving her lips. You spent a few minutes basking in your afterglow, allowing your breath to return to its normal rhythm while the little electric currents running through your body slowly dissipated. Imelda sat up and retrieved a pair of cigarettes from the bedside table, using the tip of her wand to light them before extending one toward you. As you took a drag, you watched the wisps of silver-grey smoke curling toward the ceiling.

“Mind if I ask you something?” you inquired.

“Go ahead,” Imelda responded.

“You remember our first time, right? The Quidditch afterparty at the end of our sixth year?”

“Aye, I do. Just the parts I care to remember though.”

A smile tugged at your lips, the memory of that night – and especially the less-than-glamorous morning after – still living on vividly in your mind. “I suppose it’s a little odd it took two bottles of Firewhisky for us to finally act on our feelings.”

Imelda glanced at you, taking a drag from her cigarette. “Do you mean you regret it?”

“Oh, Merlin, no. I felt bloody awful the next morning, but that definitely wasn’t because of what we did.” Shifting to get a better view of her, you admired the elegant curve of her spine. “What intrigues me is – it didn’t really come as a surprise to either of us, right? We were always needling each other, bantering, pretending we weren’t actually flirting…”

“True. So what’s your point?”

“Well, I can explain my being reluctant… but you’ve never been one to beat around the bush. So, indulge me. Why was it only then that you decided to take action?”

Imelda fell into a brief contemplation before speaking, her words slightly hesitant. “I suppose I could tell you, but I don’t think I should.”

“Come on, don’t give me that rubbish,” you laughed, playfully swatting her arm.

“No, seriously. You’d absolutely hate me if I told you.”

“Melly,” you said in a whiny voice, predictably causing her to roll her eyes at you.

“All right, fine,” she grumbled, releasing a puff of smoke. “So, here’s my horrible little confession: I might have known that Sebastian Sallow had a crush on you, and I might have jumped at the chance to fuck his precious girlie before he could.”

Your jaw dropped at the revelation. “Oh my stars, you devious bitch!”

“Look, in my defence, I was piss drunk. And it really wasn’t the only reason – or the most important one, for that matter.”

You squinted at her, tilting your head. “But still.”

“Oh, get off your fucking high horse,” Imelda scoffed. “I wasn’t even going to do anything until you kissed me first.”

A soft chuckle escaped you. “Yeah, I suppose that’s on me. Though I admit, hearing this now, I’m as much as aroused as I am offended.”

“Ooh,” Imelda snickered, “now who’s being kinky?”

“Shut up,” you replied, but before you knew it the Slytherin was already back on top of you, teasing you with little pecks on your collarbone.

“You just love it when I get all possessive, don’t you?” she taunted between kisses. “Telling you you’re mine, claiming you as my little plaything…”

You involuntarily let out a cute little moan. Imelda had always had a way with words, particularly when it came to saying just the right things to turn you on, but this was causing an especially hot feeling in the pit of your stomach. It didn’t help that her voice was occasionally slipping into a deep, animalistic growl that made you shudder with primal delight.

“That’s always been the best part of dating you, you know,” she hummed. “Having you all to myself…”

“So you would never think of sharing me?”

You’d meant it as a joke, but to your surprise she seemed to genuinely contemplate it. “Definitely no lads. But if they were a cute little thing like you…”

You tried to keep a straight face on the off chance that she was just messing with you, but even if she was, you could hardly deny the idea sounded hot as hell. “What, like Natty Onai?”

“Ew, no. No Gryffindors. I don’t want to spend all night hearing their shite about how great they are.”

“Okay, fair enough,” you conceded with a chuckle. “How about McDowell then?”

Imelda thought for a moment. “Violet’s cute. Don’t think she does gals, though. What about that Hufflepuff friend of yours?“

“Who? Poppy?”

“Uh-huh. I reckon she’d be a ton of fun. I have it on good authority that badgers tend to be freaks in bed.”

“Oh, I don’t know,” you laughed. “For one, we definitely don’t have that kind of relationship.”

“Yeah, right,” Imelda huffed, pressing another kiss on your shoulder. “I do have eyes, just so you know. If we weren’t fucking, I might actually be jealous.”

“Aw, I’m so touched.” You wrapped your arms around her neck, staring lovingly into your girlfriend’s brown eyes. “I guess I better let you keep me all to yourself, then.”

A smile spread across her face, and she leaned in to kiss you – deeply, passionately. You felt warm all over, not even noticing her finger slipping down until you felt something brushing past your sensitive clit, drawing a gasp from you.

“Seems like someone has gotten a little wet again,” Imelda chuckled. “Want me to take care of that?”

You nodded with a smile, having a slight suspicion this wasn’t going to be the last time she made that offer tonight.

––

A couple of days later, you found yourself humming as you made your way down to the lake for your next Care of Magical Creatures class. Upon arrival, you merged seamlessly with the group of students already gathered, your gaze sweeping the surroundings until a familiar voice reached you from behind: “Hello, MC!”

Turning around, you greeted the cheerful Hufflepuff with a smile of your own. “Hello, Poppy! Why, am I mistaken, or have you grown a tad taller?”

Poppy crossed her arms, punctuating her sigh with an eye roll. “Oh, the wit. That joke’s been well worn by now, you know.”

“Eh, I wouldn’t be so sure. Still gets a chuckle out of me.” Your attention was suddenly drawn to a couple of bruises on her forearm. Worry edged your voice as you stepped closer. “Hey, are you all right?”

She looked at her arm. “Oh, this? It’s nothing, really. Just some extra assignments for Professor Howin in preparation for my NEWTs. You know how it is, the creatures can be a handful sometimes.”

“You should be more careful, you know. Doing your exams is going to be hard without your limbs.”

“Oh, I’ll be fine. I know what I am doing. But – I appreciate your concern.”

It might have been your imagination, but you almost seemed to detect just the slightest hint of a blush on her cheeks as she said it. Before you could respond, though, Professor Howin called the class to attention and handed out your assignments. You were instructed to head up to a group of Dugbogs and select one specimen as a reference for an anatomy sketch. Opting to partner with Poppy, you ventured out with the other students, finding a comfortable spot on a nearby slope that provided a clear view of the herd. Settling down, you retrieved your parchment and pencil, the rustling of grass around you creating an ideal backdrop for concentration.

After a while, you decided to strike up another conversation: “So, no chances left to luck then? With your studies, I mean.”

“Certainly not,” Poppy answered without looking up. “Well, I am worrying a bit about Potions and Defence Against the Dark Arts, but they don’t matter as much as Care of Magical Creatures when it comes to my post-school ambitions, obviously.”

“Yeah, of course. Though I will say that if anyone is guaranteed to pass their Beasts NEWT with flying colours, it’s you.”

Poppy brought her hand up to tuck a strand of her hair behind her ear, flashing you a quick smile. “Thank you, that’s very kind of you to say. You’ve been doing quite well yourself.”

“Think so?” You inspected your sketch, realizing you’d drawn the creature’s legs in the wrong position. After correcting it, you shrugged. “Not sure about that.”

“Everyone has their strengths. Besides, you’ve done more to help me than anyone else, so it’s not like you lack the experience –”

“I suppose so. Don’t think kicking poacher arse earns me any extra credit, though.”

“Well, it should.” The two of you shared a laugh before relishing another quiet moment. You had to admit that it felt rather nice to spend time with Poppy like this, even if it was in class. You briefly recalled what Imelda had mentioned about your friendship; of course you knew she was just taking the piss, but if you were honest with yourself – wasn’t Poppy the entire reason you had decided to keep your Beasts elective in the first place? You hadn’t really thought much of it at the time, assuming it was the easiest way of making sure you still got to spend time together between your study frenzies, but even now you realised signing up for an entire class just to be able to see your friend seemed a bit overkill… especially considering you weren’t even that good at it.

“How are things with you and Imelda?” Poppy asked, snapping you out of your thoughts. “You are still seeing each other, right?”

Oh, definitely more than just seeing, you thought to yourself with a smirk. “We’ve been quite well, actually. I’m still hounding her to focus less on Quidditch and more on making it through her exams, but you know how she is. Couldn’t get that woman to listen even if I had thirty Howlers chew her out all at once.”

Poppy chuckled. “I wouldn’t mind seeing that. But you’re not actually… you know, worried?”

“Honestly, I don’t think I have any right to be. It’s her dream and she obviously knows what she’s doing. Besides, I think she’s the only person at Hogwarts who’s mad enough to be able to pull it off.”

“I suppose that’s true.” Her smile lingered before she added, “And if you ever need help taming her…”

You cocked an eyebrow, smirking at the Hufflepuff. “Miss Sweeting, did you just make some kind of unsavoury suggestion?!”

Truth be told, you were enjoying the sudden horrified expression on her otherwise innocent face just a little too much. “N-no!” she stammered. “I didn’t mean it that way!”

But then you burst out laughing, clutching your sides as you started tearing up. Poppy’s face instantly turned to a scowl. “Oh, that’s mean!” she exclaimed, though you noted she sounded more relieved than mad.

“I’m sorry… it’s just – your face…” you giggled between gasps for breath, wiping the tears from your eyes. “Gods, that was just great.”

“I’m happy that you enjoyed yourself, but it seems that in your unbridled enthusiasm you ended up scaring away all of the Dugbogs.” Following her pointed finger, you noted the suddenly empty shoreline.

“Oh, bugger. Eh, sorry about that. I guess we’ll just head back to Professor Howin and I’ll explain –”

“Don’t be silly.” Poppy snatched the parchment out of your hands, quickly beginning to finish the rough lines you’d already drawn. You settled back with your hands in your lap, shaking your head to yourself. “Where would I be without you?”

––

Soft snores filled the air, surrounding you as you lay curled up in bed, the deep and dark veil of sleep slowly enveloping you. You were exhausted, the result of a late-night study session at the library. As you settled in for a well-earned rest, your senses were roused by a presence nearby, the sound of bare feet moving across the floor.

“MC?” a gentle voice reached you.

“Hm? Mel?” You rubbed your eyes, the silhouette of your girlfriend gradually sharpening before you. “What’s going on?”

Imelda stood by your bedside, clad in a simple camisole. You instantly assumed she’d come to find you for a nighttime snack, but as your mind cleared, you sensed an unusual unease about her. She fidgeted, clearly avoiding your gaze. “Can we talk?”

“Uh, I’m not really in the mood –”

“It’s not that, I promise.” She sighed, a hint of frustration in her voice. “I just… I need to talk to you. Please.”

You sat up, curious about what had rattled your typically composed girlfriend. Imelda motioned for you to follow, and as you complied, stepping out of bed and leaving your dorm, you wondered what could be on her mind. The two of you made your way to the empty common room. Settling into a pair of comfortable armchairs near a window overlooking the lake, you crossed your legs, giving her space. She gazed at her lap, exhaling deeply.

“MC…”

She hesitated, drawing a breath before blurting out, “I like you.”

The unexpected declaration caught you off guard. Your eyes darted uncertainly, a dry swallow betraying your surprise. “There’s more, or…?”

“No. Yes. I mean – damn it.” She squeezed her eyes shut in frustration. “Ugh, I knew this was a bad idea –”

“Hey, hey, calm down.” You reached out and took her hand, giving it just the tiniest squeeze to put her at ease, even though you didn’t really know what you were doing. Quite frankly, this version of Imelda was scaring you a little. “You know I’m the only one who’s allowed to be a drama queen.”

To your relief, her tense expression softened. “Yeah, and often doing a piss poor job at it too.”

“Oh, fuck you.” You shared a chuckle before she seemed ready to give it another shot. “Look, MC… I’ve been thinking lately. I know I’m always taking the piss, acting like I’m only in it for the sex and giggles, things like that. I know we agreed to keep things light when we decided to give this whole relationship a try, and I appreciate you putting up with that, but… I wouldn’t blame you if you wanted more, you know?”

You held back your response, allowing her to continue. True enough, you had sometimes harboured just the slightest bit of resentment over the lack of deeper intimacy in your relationship, but you respected Imelda’s boundaries.

“After we started fooling around, you once mentioned I’d made you realise some things about yourself,” Imelda continued. “I think that goes for me too. I spent a long time being scared shitless of even just the idea of a relationship. Before you, I was religious about only doing flings – worrying that the minute I allowed myself to get close to someone, I’d be throwing away my life and dreams and everything I worked so hard for. And it’s still hard not to feel that way. But… I also know that with you, it’s different. You’re strong, patient, determined... I feel like you understand me in a way no one else does.”

Her small, calloused fingers interlaced with yours, seeking solace. She looked at you, tears glistening before she wiped them away.  “I suppose what I’m trying to say is – well, fuck, I like you. I really like you. And even though I don’t know what this will mean for me, for us – I just want to say that if you wanted this to be more serious, then damn it, I’m in.”

A moment of quiet followed, allowing her words to sink in. This side of Imelda was entirely new – raw and exposed. You realised how much it meant that she was opening herself up to you like this.

You gave her a little smile as you moved your hand to cup her cheek, her body immediately freezing at the gesture. “You silly thing… you know I would never let you give up your dreams for me. I love you, I want to support you, I want to celebrate with you when you win, comfort you when you lose –”

A grin appeared on her face. “Except we both know I never lose.”

“Well, sure. Everyone can do flying.” You leaned in closer. “But how about I give you a real challenge?”

Those were all the words she needed to hear. She pulled you up and before you were able to draw a breath she had her arms around you, claiming you for herself with a warmth and a sensuality that had you instantly melt like honey into her embrace. It was so much different from the other times she had kissed you, so full of need, of craving so strong that you easily felt like you were falling in love with her all over again. Both your cheeks were flushed when you finally parted, her palm cradling your face, fingers grazing your lips.

“Gods, the things I could do to you right now…”

You smiled, planting a peck on her lips. “I can’t wait, my love. But we should save it for a later time. You have training, and I’ve got studying tomorrow. We should both get some rest.”

She seemed slightly disappointed, but understanding flickered in her eyes. You exchanged another brief kiss before heading back to your dorm. Unsurprisingly, sleep claimed you easily, your thoughts wandering into slumber with the lingering sensation of Imelda’s kiss on your lips.

––

“Oh, blast.”

Poppy muttered softly as her eyes fell upon the small group of students gathered further down the path. She quickly turned around before they had a chance to spot her, clutching her bag and lowering her head to obscure her face. Seconds ticked by as she anxiously awaited any change in their conversation, a mention of her name, a sign of recognition – but it never came. She breathed a sigh of relief, starting back up the hill. Finding an alternative route to the pens would take longer, but she’d endure it gladly if it meant escaping the juvenile jokes and another reference to Peculiar Poppy…

It was then that another figure emerged down the path. At first, the person wasn’t immediately recognizable, but after squinting, Poppy noticed the unmistakable emerald green Quidditch robes.

Oh, for the love of –

There was no way out. Trapped between two scenarios, she was bound to face one of them. She made a halfhearted attempt at slipping off the path in what she hoped was an inconspicuous way, but her efforts were in vain – she’d already been spotted. A familiar voice called out.

“Hey, Sweeting!”

She straightened her back and put on her best courteous smile as Imelda approached her. “Oh, hello, Imelda! Off to practice, I presume?”

Imelda arched an eyebrow. “Gee, what gave it away?” She shifted her broom to her other hand. “What are you doing out, anyway? Don’t you have studying to do?”

“Well, yes, actually.” Poppy replied, scrambling for an excuse. “I was on my way to collect new assignments from Professor Howin, but, uhm –” she briefly cast a nervous glance at the group of students still loitering further down the path – “I just realised I left my quill!"

“Really now?” Imelda frowned. “Well, why don’t you just borrow mine? I always bring a spare for marking my lap times.”

“N-no,” Poppy stammered, trying to buy more time. “I wouldn't want to inconvenience you –”

“Don’t be daft. You’re not going to trek all the way back for a quill. Take it.”

Seeing no other option but to resign to the situation, Poppy took the quill from Imelda, less frustrated over her thwarted excuse than surprised by the apparent gesture of kindness. She put the feather away, trying to think of something to draw the attention away from herself. “So, uhm, are you headed for the Quidditch pitch?” she decided to ask.

Imelda nodded. “Couldn’t head out beyond the school grounds anymore even if I wanted to. MC has me on a leash these days.”

Poppy chuckled. “She’s merely concerned. Then again, I’m surprised that you’re actually listening to her."

“Like I have a choice. Woman would tie me up to a damn chair if she could. Not that I’d mind, honestly.”

Noticing Poppy’s freckles darken, the Slytherin let out a mischievous laugh. “Don’t worry, I won’t tell her I told you that. Anyway – since we are both headed that way, wanna tag along?”

It occurred to Poppy that she could very well have conjured another excuse if she had wanted to, but then again, Imelda didn’t seem all that bad. Plus, having the Captain around would conceivably be the best way to avoid a scolding, so she simply nodded, moving alongside the other girl as they started sauntering down the path.

“I happened to speak to MC a couple of days ago,” Poppy said. “I’m glad to know you two are doing well.”

“Aye, me too,” Imelda replied, her tone shifting slightly. “We… actually had a pretty good conversation last night. I think things are really starting to get serious between us.”

“Oh?”

She didn’t mean to sound disappointed – she really didn’t. But then why couldn’t she feel happy for Imelda and MC? She’d known things had been heading this way for a while, had even expected them to, but now that it was seemingly official she suddenly found herself unable to accept it.

“Come on, you can say it,” Imelda said, instantly snapping her out of her thoughts. “I know it’s bloody asinine.”

“No, not at all. Why would you say that?”

“Well –” The Slytherin sighed. “I don’t rightly know. For the past seven years, all I’ve ever fancied was Quidditch. I’ve only ever had to rely on myself. I suppose I’m just having trouble getting used to the idea of sharing my life with someone else.”

Poppy looked at her feet. “I’d imagine it’s only natural to be a little scared. But I would take it as a good sign – it means this bond you two share is truly something special. And if you would ask me, I’d say that MC couldn’t be a luckier girl.”

Imelda furrowed her brow as she looked at the Hufflepuff out of the corner of her eye, certainly not having missed the melancholy in her voice this time around. She’d always known there was something between the girl and MC – heck, implying as much was her favourite way of getting a raise out of her girlfriend – but she’d never really contemplated the idea that it could be anything serious. Fuck, was Poppy feeling jealous?

They passed the group of students, the conversation dying down momentarily. True to Poppy’s prediction, they shot curious glances her way but remained silent with Imelda present. Once they were out of earshot, Poppy released an audible sigh of relief.

Imelda cocked an eyebrow. “You shouldn’t be afraid to show a little bite, you know. They keep singling you out because they know you ain’t about to put up a fight.”

“I know,” Poppy sighed, “I just don’t want to cause any more trouble –”

“Oh, bull. You’re not going to tell me that the girl who rescued a literal dragon can’t manage to stand up to a couple of bullies.”

Poppy looked up at Imelda, her blush deepening. “MC… told you about that?”

“Of course she did. Hell, most of the time I can’t get her to shut up about how you’re taking it to those poachers. You’re gutsier than you look, you know.”

A proud smile illuminated Poppy’s face. “I… I suppose I am. That means a lot, coming from you.”

Imelda grinned before her face turned to a more solemn expression. “Listen, I know I’ve given you a hard time before. Can’t say I’m very proud of it. You have no reason to trust me now, but… if you’re up for it, I wouldn’t mind getting to know each other better.”

The proposal was unexpected, jarring even, yet something in Poppy felt that it was the right thing to do. She only briefly contemplated the offer before nodding. “I think I’d like that.”

“Great,” Imelda smiled. “Oh, and MC mentioned something about a Hippogriff?”

––

Weeks melted away, and in your sincere estimation, the bond between you and Imelda had never been stronger. Your redefined relationship had given you plenty of new things to appreciate about each other, from stolen kisses before entering the common room to hidden notes waiting to be discovered in your bags. Waking up to find flowers gracing your bedside table had taken some adjustment, but you found it largely endearing that she was working so hard to prove to you that she was taking things seriously.

And that didn’t even include the pure delight your sex life had become. Sure, you’d enjoyed the physical intimacy of each other’s bodies before, but it was like exploring a whole new world now that you were truly making love instead of just committing a physical act. Imelda still wasn’t too big on the whole public affection thing, but she never seemed to pass up an opportunity to drag you into some hidden alcove to do things that usually left you running late for your next class – although even that didn’t bother you as much as it used to.

All in all, you could say that life was pretty damn perfect. Of course, you had no way of knowing just how much your life was about to change again – though then again, you weren’t sure it would have made any difference either way.

You stood in the shadow of the Quidditch stands, observing the congregation of players spread across the field. Your girlfriend commanded the usual centre of attention, barking orders and giving feedback to the team. Even from a distance, you could sense her resolute determination; exams or not, Imelda wasn’t willing to leave anything to chance in her final school tournament.

You made sure not to draw much attention to yourself as the players walked off, knowing how Imelda didn’t like getting the personal mixed up with the professional, though there was an unmistakable smirk playing on her lips when you popped out to her. “This area is for players only, you know.”

“Aw, the Captain’s girlfriend doesn’t get special privileges?” you pouted, causing her to chuckle. “Fine, you can stay.” She moved up to you, pressing a quick kiss to your lips. “I was starting to miss you anyway.”

“I must admit, I’m starting to get quite fond of this side of you.”

“Don’t push it. I’d still kick your arse any day if I wanted.”

The two of you headed to the changing rooms, thankfully now empty as most players had their busy studying schedules to attend to. You watched Imelda as she took off her arm pads, leaning back against the wall. “You played brilliantly today,” you said. “From the looks of it, you’re more than ready to win this thing.”

“Yeah, well, looks alone ain’t enough,” Imelda grumbled. “We’re still nowhere where we need to be on offence. It doesn’t matter how many times I tell them to focus if they keep flying with their head up their arse –”

“They’ll come together when it’s time for the match. You know they’ve got plenty to deal with as it is.”

“Well, they shouldn’t have joined the bloody team then,” Imelda snapped, before closing her eyes and taking a breath to steady herself.  “I suppose… maybe I’ve been a tad harsh on them. Can’t say my own mind has been fully in the game lately.”

“Hey, simmer down, Captain.” Without hesitation, you stepped behind her, placing your hands on her shoulders. Gods, she was tense; it felt like every single muscle in her body was wound up tightly like a coil. It pained you to know that she was pushing herself to her limits like this. “Stop finding ways to blame yourself. You’re going to be great. All this doubt is just going to keep your attention away from where it should be.”

“Guess you’re right.” Imelda’s exhale was soft as she relaxed beneath your touch. With skilful ease, you worked on her shoulders, your hands moving to her arms, offering soothing strokes. You could sense her beginning to ease into your hold, her stress giving way to the kind of relief you had become quite the expert at providing.

“That’s it…” you cooed, noting the tremble in her neck with a light smile, “just let me take care of you…”

You moved your hands back to her shoulders and started applying pressure, using your thumbs to massage the back of her neck, earning a deep groan from her. “Oh, yes, just like that – that’s perfect.”

You let out a chuckle. “I can tell you needed this.”

“Mmm… you always seem to know just what I need…”

Your heart made a little leap at the comment, the pride of being able to bring this comfort to your lover was a sensation like no other. Feeling her body respond to your touch in all the right ways along with the sounds she was making was giving you some rather naughty ideas. Your fingers slipped down her back, and you wondered just how long you would be able to keep up the pretence before she caught on to your true intentions…

As you had expected, it didn’t take long for her thin lips to curl into a knowing smile. “What are you doing?”

“Just caring for my lovely girlfriend,” you hummed innocently as your hands snuck around to her front, reaching the band of her trousers. “You seem so tense, I figured you could do with some extra attention…”

“In public? My, I seem to be quite the corrupting influence –”

You chuckled, your hot breath tickling her ear. “Who says it wasn’t my idea?”

“Don’t talk nonsense,” she scoffed. “We both know you’re a puss– yyyy”

Her words were lost to a throaty moan as the first of your digits dipped into her trousers and brushed against the little bundle of heat. There was absolutely no hiding it: she was dripping, and probably had been from the moment you’d put your hands on her.

“Oh yeah,” you concluded, “someone’s definitely aching down there.”

“Less talking, more action,” she commanded, grinding against your palm in a futile effort to create more friction, though you were the only one who could bring her relief and she knew it. In fact, you decided you wanted to enjoy this rare position of control just a little longer. Bringing two fingers together, you started teasing her folds, using her own slick to make a lovely little mess of her inner thighs. You listened to the grinding of her teeth, her body involuntarily responding to your movements. An oddly weak-sounding whimper rolled from her parted lips as she furrowed her brow, causing a rush of heat between your own legs.

“Stop f-fucking teasing me,” she whined, obviously hating that she couldn’t even manage to keep her voice under control as you tormented her like this. You smiled wickedly as you drew circles around her clit, your teeth grazing the skin of her lobe. “You may be in charge out there on the field, Captain, but here I’ve got you right at my fingertips…”

A particularly close brush past her sensitive little nub caused her to shiver against you. You felt at least a little bad for punishing her like this, but the rare thrill of having her depend on you was hardly something to be resisted. Usually it was Imelda taking charge, pulling your strings, dictating when and how you came. Now that you were able to set the terms for a change, you were keen to make the most out of it.

Imelda kept whining, bucking her hips to guide your hand. “Come… on….” she gasped, her voice breaking.

You figured she probably couldn’t get much more closer to the edge than she was now. So you leaned in even further, whispering to her: “My poor princess… do you want me inside? Do you want me to make you cum?”

The only reply Imelda could manage was a frantic nod, but you weren’t about to indulge her that easily. Your voice grew huskier, almost like a growl: “Then beg me, princess.”

Maybe you expected her to put up more of a fight, but then again, you had already done a pretty good job shattering her resolve. The cutest little whimper you would have never associated with the tough Slytherin reached your ears: “P-please…”

You were a little thankful the other players had already left, as the guttural grunt she emitted when you finally inserted your finger would have alerted anyone in the near vicinity to what the two of you were up to. You sank in to the knuckle, feeling her clench around your digit – and that was when you heard it.

Someone was gasping.

You instantly turned your head, your eyes searching for the possible intruder. You saw the benches, the lockers, and the small open area leading to the field beyond, all empty. Maybe it had just been your imagination, then? After all, Imelda wasn’t exactly trying very hard to stay quiet –

She contracted around you again, her walls squeezing your finger tightly, and you simply threw any caution to the wind. Your lips returned to her earlobe, briefly tugging on it before you started down her neck, tenderly kissing the skin as you were rewarded with a blissful string of moans and curses; and then you went to work to give your girlfriend the relief she was so desperately craving, unaware of the pair of hazelnut eyes observing every move.

––

Poppy had not meant to catch the two of you in the act. She had not even expected to find you there, merely having gone out to invite Imelda for a trip to Hogsmeade. As strange as it sounded – even to herself – she had come to appreciate the other Slytherin’s company more than she dared to admit, and not just because of the bullies. Maybe it was because the way she spoke about Quidditch reminded her so much of her own experience; a deep-rooted passion that had always been at the very centre of her being, nurtured by someone very close to her heart. Poppy had been surprised to find that underneath the rough edge and all the bravado was another girl with hopes and dreams, much like you, much like herself. Besides, she was simply a lot of fun to be around.

So Poppy had come down to the Quidditch pitch to find her, only to find the two of you locked in a steamy embrace with your hand down Imelda’s trousers. To say she was shocked would be an understatement. She realized she had stumbled upon something forbidden, something never intended for her eyes. The wisest course of action would be to leave immediately and erase the image from her mind.

And yet… she found that she couldn’t. It was bad, and incredibly depraved – but there was something mesmerizing about the whole display that captured her gaze and wouldn’t let go. The way the smaller girl was writhing against you, producing sounds that were so unlike the way she normally conducted herself left an odd stirring deep within the Hufflepuff. Blood rushed to her cheeks as she saw the utterly wicked expression on your face, saw how much you were… enjoying this, despite not being on the receiving end. She didn’t know much about sex, but she knew enough about the heat throbbing between her legs to realise that seeing you like this was really turning her on.

You made a particular move that caused Imelda to let out a deep groan, and before Poppy could help herself, she parted her lips and gasped.

Thankfully, she was able to pull back behind one of the lockers just as you turned your head to look. She anxiously held her breath, chest tightening as her mind raced with nightmare scenarios. There was no way out – she couldn’t possibly explain away her presence, much less plausibly deny she had been watching you for as long as she had. Quite frankly, she deserved everything the two of you were about to lob at her. There was no washing away the shame she had brought on herself; Perverted Poppy, spying on other people. If her Gran heard about this…

But then you turned your attention back to Imelda. For a moment, Poppy wasn’t sure what was going on; it was only after you started kissing Imelda’s neck that she realised you hadn’t seen her. She let out a silent sigh of relief, carefully peeking around the corner in case you were still the slightest bit attentive. But the way you went to work on the other Slytherin didn’t leave any doubt about it; you were completely oblivious to the fact that you were being watched.

That close brush with eternal embarrassment should have been the most evident signal to make a swift exit, yet strangely… it was kind of having the opposite effect. The thrill of nearly having been caught had turned the throbbing between her legs to a warm trickle, and that wasn’t even considering how she couldn’t keep her eyes off you two. Her fingers slowly wandered down her vest, beginning to rub herself through the fabric as she watched you finger-fuck Imelda into a trembling mess. She had never really allowed herself to think of you this way, valuing your friendship too much to risk doing anything to change it, though right now she couldn’t help but let her mind wander… imagining what it would be like if she was the one at the centre of attention, feeling your hands on her body and your sweet whispers in her ear while Imelda had her way with her pussy, greedily lapping at her until she was moaning just as loudly as the Slytherin was now…

Her knees started to feel weak and she had to bite down on her bottom lip to stifle a whimper. Just a few steps away, you were increasing your pace, the room filling with a stereo of obscenely wet sounds and your loving taunts.

“That’s it baby… keep making those noises for me… you know I won’t stop until I’ve got you spitting all over my fingers…”

Poppy closed her eyes, focusing on your voice, imagining it was she you were talking to right now. So unbelievably depraved… you would never know what she had done… how could she ever look you in the eye again knowing that you –

A particularly loud curse from Imelda snapped her out of her reverie. She opened her eyes just in time to see the Slytherin collapsing against you, legs shaking so heavily that for a moment she was worried the girl might actually hurt herself. You held her tightly as her climax washed over her, and then the room filled with your content laughter.

“Bloody hell,” Imelda said with a lopsided smile, “remind me to let you take care of me more often!”

“You know I’m always happy to, my love.” You kissed her neck again, helping her regain her balance before you withdrew your fingers from her soaked undies and made a show of cleaning her off your fingers.

Imelda chuckled. “As great as that was, I really could do with a shower now. Care to join, or…?”

“I doubt you would end up much cleaner if I did. You go ahead, I’ll be waiting back at the common room.”

Imelda seemed a bit disappointed about missing out on a shower together, though the orgasm you had just given her didn’t leave her in much of a position to protest. So she took her leave, but not before yanking you by your tie and pressing a deep kiss to your lips, winking at you as she departed with a sway of her hips.

You chuckled to yourself, remembering to straighten your clothes before you headed outside. Out of curiosity, you threw another glance at the lockers as you passed. As you had more or less expected, there was not a living soul in sight… though you couldn’t help but notice the very faint smell of Hippogriffs.

––

“Quickly, get in and close the door!”

You tumbled into your Room of Requirement, closely followed by Poppy and your nabsack. Briefly checking for any missing limbs, you were relieved to find that the two of you were still in one piece, although your robe was torn to shreds and Poppy’s tie and one of her shoes seemed to be missing. Collapsing onto a nearby sofa, you leaned back, letting out a deep breath. “I can’t believe we survived that... What even happened? All I remember is trying to Disapparate, and suddenly, we were right in the thick of it –”

“I suspect we miscalculated,” Poppy sighed, mirroring your lead as she dropped into an armchair. “We were meant to Apparate right outside the castle gates, but we ended up smack in the middle of a poacher camp.”

“Right.” You pinched the bridge of your nose. “That must have been my fault. I was trying to focus, but I think I lost my bearings… Merlin, I’m so sorry Poppy. I could have gotten us both killed –”

“It’s all right,” Poppy said, her face immediately turning to an expression of concern. “We’re both here, safe. And more importantly, we accomplished what we set out to do.”

Lifting the nabsack, she directed your attention to it, prompting you to sit up. “The unicorn…? Is she…?”

“She’s alive and well,” Poppy affirmed, her smile beaming with pride. “I managed to snag her before the poachers could spring their trap. Just for good measure, though, I think we best release her into her new sanctuary right away.”

“Of course. You go ahead, I’ll be right behind you.”

Chuckling softly, you watched as the determined Hufflepuff sprang to her feet and dashed off toward the Swamp Vivarium, moving as if she had in fact not just barely escaped from certain death. You wish you could say the same for yourself. As you rose from the sofa, a sharp pain shot from your thigh to your side, causing you to wince and lean back against the cushions. Thankfully, Poppy seemed to be too preoccupied to pay much attention to you right now – you didn’t want her to worry further, still feeling guilty over the danger you had put her in.

With some effort, you followed her into the Vivarium, the thick marshy scent filling your nostrils. Standing by her side, you met her gaze and gave a confirming nod as she placed her hand on the nabsack’s buckle. She undid it, clutching the bag as it quivered; then, a ray of light burst forth, unveiling a splendid creature with the most exquisite golden fur.  You and Poppy both sighed in awe, watching the unicorn as she curiously took in her new surroundings. It was a sight that never lost its enchantment.

“She’s beautiful, isn’t she?” Poppy smiled.

“Yes, she truly is.”

Your words weren’t solely directed at the unicorn. Out of the corner of her eye, Poppy caught your gaze, her cheeks flushing with a rosy hue. Before you could say anything to alleviate the awkwardness, though, a sudden pain in your side caused you to flinch and hunch over, emitting a hiss between your teeth.

Instantly, the Hufflepuff was by your side, her hands reaching out to you. “You’re hurt,” she said, the surprise in her voice triggering a pang of guilt in your gut.

“Just a scratch,” you grunted, dismissing the discomfort. “I’ll walk it off –”

“MC.”

You weren’t a stranger to Poppy’s shifts in demeanour, though sometimes you still marvelled at her ability to go from introverted to assertive in less than a second – this time being no exception. Finding yourself in no position to resist, you surrendered to her grasp and allowed her to lead you back into your Room,  sinking into the sofa while she hastened to retrieve her healing kit. You focused on your breathing, taking deep inhalations as Poppy returned and began assembling herbs to craft a healing paste for your wound.

“I’m so sorry for all of this,” you sighed, the weight of guilt hanging heavy over you. “If only I hadn’t been so reckless –”

“Enough,” Poppy replied without looking up, her tone firm. “We both accepted the risks when we decided to do this.  And anyway, we did break a fair number of noses.”

You smiled, watching as Poppy carefully lifted your vest and applied the paste, gently smearing it over the bruised area. A sense of physical relief immediately came over you, numbing the pain.

“You saved my life,” you said to her.

“I suppose that makes us even,” she answered with a smile.

“I mean it. I don’t think I’d even be here if it wasn’t for you. And I probably don’t say this enough, but… I’m really glad to have you as my friend, Poppy.”

The Hufflepuff pulled back, seeming hesitant. Clearly she had not expected such a solemn confession from you.

“I admit… I deeply treasure our friendship as well. There aren’t many who would be willing to take such great risks for me.”

Her attention shifted to a minor gash on your forehead. “Hold still,” she instructed, promptly applying more paste as she leaned in to tend to the wound. You shivered slightly, not so much because of the paste’s chill as of the delicate touch of Poppy’s fingers against your skin. You had always noted a kind of innocent prettiness about her, but now she appeared simply radiant as she gently cared for your injury, moving with a grace and elegance that you had never fully appreciated before. Her soft brown eyes inadvertently lowered, your gazes meeting, and a silence enveloped you both.

“Poppy…” you croaked, your voice hoarse.

And then, she kissed you.

Neither of you had intended it. You weren’t even sure whether Poppy had initiated it. All you felt were her lips meeting yours and the realization that you weren’t resisting. A warmth spread from within, flushing your cheeks and quickening your heartbeat – the same rhythm you felt from Poppy. The kiss was brief, a mere moment, yet it seemed as though hours had passed when you eventually broke away, the sudden silence crashing over you like a cold wave.

Poppy appeared mortified. “I’m – I’m sorry,” she stammered, her cheeks flushed. “I shouldn’t have –”

“MC!”

Before you could fully gather your thoughts, a whirl of emerald robes descended upon you. Imelda’s presence engulfed you, her touch frantic as she checked you over, her expression a mixture of panic and anger. She turned your head, making you meet her gaze, which flickered with a blend of worry and exasperation. “Fuck’s sake, having the fucking audacity to ask me to stay home while you go out and risk your bloody neck – are you all right?”

“I’m fine, Mel,” you tried to reassure her. “It was supposed to be routine –”

“Oh, don’t even think of using those bloody excuses on me right now,” she barked. “Look at your face, for Merlin’s sake!”

Realising that trying to argue with her would get you nowhere at this point, you decided to relent. “You’re right, I’m sorry I didn’t tell you,” you sighed. “I just didn’t want you to worry with everything else you already have on your mind…”

Imelda’s expression softened somewhat, a trace of panic subsiding. “Well, too late for that now,” she sighed, cupping your cheek. “Please don’t scare me like that ever again. I nearly lost it in front of Sallow when I heard.”

You allowed yourself a chuckle. “Your concern is touching.”

“Shut up.” She pecked your lips before turning her attention to Poppy, who had been attempting to fade into the background. “You were with her?”

“Uh, I was,” Poppy stammered, her face crimson as she braced for a reprimand. To your surprise, and hers, Imelda stepped forward and... embraced her.

“Thank you for getting her back safely,” the Slytherin said. “I’m glad you’re both all right.”

You didn’t meet Poppy's gaze as she shot you a baffled look over Imelda’s shoulder. Frankly, you weren’t sure how to feel. Perhaps a part of you experienced the slightest tinge of guilt, although you felt mostly relief. Honing in on that feeling, you allowed your head to droop backwards, closing your eyes and releasing a deep sigh.

––

The most striking aspect of that night’s events was how quickly they slipped from your thoughts.

While you couldn’t completely disregard what had happened, you found yourself questioning the actual significance of those moments. To be honest, you hadn’t intended to kiss Poppy, and it appeared from her reaction that she hadn’t either. Whatever emotions might have been stirred within you felt almost inconsequential. It was simpler to attribute the entire event to an adrenaline rush – after all, you had never regarded Poppy as anything more than a friend. A dear one, but a friend nonetheless. Or so you’d convinced yourself, although an undercurrent of doubt lingered, making you wonder whether you were trying just a bit too hard to convince yourself.

Regardless, Poppy never raised the issue again, and neither did you. In the days following the mission, there was some lingering awkwardness between you two, but soon your studies occupied your thoughts once more. Things went back to normal, and you genuinely believed it was behind you.

And for a time, it appeared to be – until Imelda proposed a ladies’ night involving the three of you.

––

“Bloody hell, I’m stuffed.” Imelda declared as she flopped onto the sofa in your Room, which you’d slightly redecorated to create a more lounge-like atmosphere for the occasion. “Reckon I’m going to have to schedule a few more hours to get rid of all these extra pounds.”

“You shouldn’t be so fussed about putting on a little weight,” you said. “I think you’d look adorable with a little belly roll.”

Your suggestion was pointedly met with Imelda flipping you off, drawing a chuckle from you as you dropped into an armchair. “Hey Poppy, back me up here. Don’t you think she’d look cute with a belly roll?”

“Oh, I think I’d really prefer not to comment,” the Hufflepuff replied, giving you a polite smile.

“Come on, you must have a type,” Imelda prodded. “Chubby or skinny?”

“Are we talking about Fwoopers or Diricawls?”

Imelda turned to you with a smirk. “Lassie’s got some cheek. I think we’ve been rubbing off on her!”

“She’s just been learning how to survive around you,” you chuckled, winking subtly at Poppy, who responded with a giggle. You were happy to see how comfortable she had grown to be around you and Imelda. She may not have liked to admit it, but she had come a long way since the shy, timid girl you’d met in Beasts class during your fifth year – and you sure as Merlin were proud to have been a part of her journey.

“Right, I think it’s about time we started the real party,” Imelda said, retrieving her wand from her pocket. She cast a few spells to summon shot glasses and a bottle of Firewhisky. As you reached for your glass, you noticed Poppy looking a bit uncertain out of the corner of your eye.

“You don’t have to drink any if you don’t want to,” you assured her, though she quickly shook her head. “I can’t be the only one left sober, can I?” she said, offering you a grateful smile.

“Atta girl.” Imelda chimed in, pouring her a drink. The three of you raised your glasses for a toast.

“To chubby girls and belly rolls!” you said.

Imelda snorted. “Oh, piss off. I’m not toasting to that,”

“How about friendship?” Poppy proposed. You exchanged a glance with your girlfriend, both of you shrugging in agreement. “Friendship works,” you concurred, raising your glass before downing the Firewhisky in one swift gulp. The liquid burned your throat, causing you to cough and tear up. You glanced at your companions, noticing that Imelda seemed to be handling it well, but Poppy’s elfin features had taken on a noticeable shade of crimson.

“Poppy – are you all right?” you asked, genuine concern washing over you. She gave you an odd look, and for a moment, you worried she was going to be sick. However, she then opened her mouth and unleashed the loudest belch you’d ever heard.

Locking eyes with Imelda, you both wore identical expressions of astonishment before erupting in laughter, while Poppy watched with an embarrassed smile.

“Merlin’s Beard, they must have heard that one all the way in Hogsmeade,” Imelda snickered after you had recovered from your bout of hysterical laughter. “I’d say that deserves another round. Bottoms up!”

You didn’t really keep track of the ensuing conversations – you seemed to recall one involving Poppy going off on a tangent about some obscure beast you’d never heard of and another involving you and Imelda having a heated discussion about made-up Quidditch players. You didn’t care either way; you were having a great time getting piss drunk and judging by their slurring and incoherent giggles, so were your friends. After collectively butchering the lyrics to the Hogwarts school song and reciting some filthy limericks, the three of you lay sprawled out in various, comfortable positions across the furniture, soaking in the warm embrace of your intoxicated spirits.

Breaking the tranquil silence, Imelda piped up first, her words slightly slurred: “You know what we should do now that we’re all pissed out of our minds?”

“Make embarrassing confessions we won’t have the slightest chance of remembering later?” you replied.

“Read my mind, girlie. But to make sure the two of you ain’t trying to cop out, I get to ask the questions.”

“Sure,” you shrugged indifferently. Give us your worst.”

“Right, let me think.” Imelda closed her eyes, going silent for a few minutes. Just as you were about to ask if she had fallen asleep, she opened them again and blurted out: “Cock or pussy?”

“Really? That’s the most original you can do?”

“Are you going to complain or answer the bloody question?”

“All right, all right,” you chuckled, taking a minute of your own to think. “Is it a big cock?”

“The biggest. Thick and veiny – the most hugabongulous cock you ever saw.”

You giggled. “Hugabongulous? Come on, you’re just making up words now.”

Imelda looked like she was about to give you another earful, so you quickly continued: “Well, pussy, obviously. But I don’t think I’d mind a big cock if the guy was cute.”

“Ugh.”

“What? You would?”

“Fucking right I would,” she slurred. “I’ll tell you, nothing beats the experience of tasting a girl falling apart on your tongue while you’re suffocating between her thighs. What about you, Pops?”

Poppy stirred on the other end of the sofa, her groggy eyes focusing. You expected her to sidestep the question, but surprisingly, she didn’t seem particularly shy about it. “Well… I suppose I would agree with you –”

“Ha!” Imelda cheered triumphantly. “That settles it.”

“How does that even count,” you protested. “She doesn’t even have any experience.”

“Oh, bull. I’m sure she has at least snogged someone before.”

She turned expectingly toward the Hufflepuff, being met with a suspicious silence.

“I… I can’t say that I have,” Poppy eventually admitted with a sigh.

Imelda seemed baffled. “Hold up. You’re telling me a pretty little thing like you has never even kissed someone?”

A small rational part of your tipsy mind registered a hint of alarm, recalling some foggy details from the night you rescued the unicorn, though you were still too immersed in your own hazy world to really care.

Poppy bit her lip. “I – I suppose I’ve never really given it much thought –”

“But you’d be open to it?” Imelda persisted.

“Well, yes, I suppose…”

You failed to notice the sidewards glance your girlfriend shot you. “So,” she asked, “would you kiss MC if you could?”

This jolted you out of your stupor. You snapped to attention, a blend of embarrassment and irritation rushing through you. “Come on, Mel, that isn’t funny.”

“It’s just a question,” Imelda retorted, starting to sound annoyed as well. “I just want to hear her answer.”

Looking back, perhaps you should have just gone along with the joke. The issue was, in that moment, your brain wasn’t processing it as a jest. Watching Poppy get cornered like that triggered a protective instinct deep inside you. Coupled with the lingering embarrassment you felt over having inadvertently kissed her and your alcohol-induced lack of restraint, it created quite an unpleasant cocktail of emotions.

“She doesn’t have to answer, because it’s a stupid question,” you snapped, straightening up in your chair. “Can we just take a break? I’m getting a headache –”

“Why are you being such a wimp about it?” Imelda taunted, her eyes flashing. “Too embarrassed to hear her admit she’d like to snog you?”

“Of course not, I just –”

“I would.”

You and Imelda both fell silent, realising neither of you had spoken. Your attention shifted to Poppy, who was now looking right at you with a peculiar spark of determination in her eyes. “I… would,” she repeated.

Your mind struggled to process what you were hearing. Part of you wanted to attribute it to the alcohol, but deep down, you sensed it was more than that. She was genuinely opening up about her feelings, admitting her desire to kiss you, confessing that her emotions extended beyond mere friendship. Did you feel the same way? Could you muster the courage to respond to her vulnerability?

A whirlwind of emotions swirled within you – anger, shock, disbelief, betrayal. It didn’t seem fair for her to drop this bombshell on you. Unable to contain your reaction, you directed your words at Imelda, “Happy now? You got her drunk enough to talk nonsense. I’m sure you’re really proud of yourself.”

“Don’t be an arse,” Imelda snapped back.

“I’m the arse? What, so we’re just going to pretend that this wasn’t all some convoluted ruse to get us hammered and take advantage of us? You really haven’t changed one bit, have you?”

Part of you recognized that you were only digging yourself into a deeper pit, yet your intoxication rendered you indifferent to the consequences. Your words were fueled by the alcohol, and it wasn’t going to be pretty.

Imelda’s gaze was cold, though that didn’t affect you as much as the pain in her eyes. “That’s precious,” she said, voice dripping with venom. “That’s really fucking precious. You know what, MC, fuck you. Just because you’re too much of a pussy to be honest about your feelings doesn’t give you the right to act like a cunt.”

“Oh, cut the crap,” you scoffed. “We both know it’s all about one thing only with you. And honestly, if you really thought this was the best way of getting us both into your bed, you’re even more dense than you look.”

You had unleashed those words before you could rein yourself in. Imelda stared at you, her eyes a mixture of hurt and anger, tears glistening. For a moment, it seemed like she might launch herself at you, but then she abruptly stood up, a bitter expression on her face, and spat on the floor.

“Go fuck yourself,” she said.

And with that, she stormed out, the door slamming shut behind her. The room felt instantly colder, the silence pressing down on you like a heavy weight. Your mind was a jumble of thoughts, frustration clawing at your chest. Fuck, why couldnt you think clearly?

A soft shuffling noise brought your attention back to the room. Your gaze lifted, meeting Poppy's tear-streaked cheeks. She avoided your eyes, mirroring Imelda’s exit, and walked out swiftly.

Fuck, you thought to yourself. Fuck.

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Hey there! Just gonna pop in and tell you you're doing god's work! 💚💙 And I'm addicted to Tumblr again bc of your blog lmao

If you're still accepting requests, can we have some sweet, loving and deliciously smutty Imelda x f!mc, except MC is self-conscious about her battle scars and Imelda rushing to console her even if she isn't particularly good at it

A Little Love (Imelda Reyes x f!MC)

I keep insisting this totally isn’t an Imelda Reyes stan blog but then I see another Melly request and it’s like who am I kidding lol

I also say this far too often but I really had a ton of fun with this prompt, it might just be my favourite yet. Imelda x feelings is a combo I’ll never not enjoy writing!

(Also, to the lovely anon who requested a sequel to the smutty shower post, I know this doesn’t technically count but I definitely consider it a spiritual successor 😛)

Content warning: NSFW (18+). Foul language, heavy smut, discussion of feelings.

MC was lying on her back in the middle of the big four-poster bed when she heard wet footsteps approaching from the adjacent bathroom. She looked up from the book she’d been reading to see Imelda leaning against the doorpost, hair still damp from her shower, wearing nothing but a comfy shirt and a particularly shit-eating grin.

“See anything you like?” MC asked as she returned to her book, her lips forming a smile behind the pages.

“Don’t flatter yourself,” came the retort. “We both know I could get much better.”

“Right. Can’t help but notice you’re standing half-naked in my bedroom, though.”

Imelda left her spot at the door and strode toward the bed, swaying her hips in that especially alluring way she knew MC liked. Sure enough, the girl briefly stole a glance over the cover, though her eyes quickly darted back to the text when the Captain stopped in front of her, hands at her hips. “I do admit you may have certain… redeeming qualities.”

“Uh-huh,” MC said.

“All the studying definitely isn’t one of them, though.” Imelda let herself fall on the bed, plopping her head on MC’s belly. “Fuck’s sake,” she sighed, “You have no idea how horny I am right now.”

MC flipped a page, undisturbed. “So, play with yourself or something.”

“Oh, I just might. I bet you’d love to see me put up a show.” The Slytherin smirked at her, propping herself up on her elbows. “Hey, I have a better idea.”

“What’s that?”

“You dump that stupid book, and I’ll fuck you so good you won’t be able to walk upright for a week.”

“Merlin,” MC laughed, “never really been one for romance, have you?”

Imelda rolled her eyes. “Okay. How about, “I wish to consummate our love, you stuck-up precious bitch”?”

MC giggled again. As far as love confessions went, this was probably the best she could get from Slytherin’s finest.

“Whad’ya say, though?” Imelda asked, eagerly nuzzling her tummy. “Up for a little girl-on-girl time?”

“Oh, I don’t know. There’s just so much studying left to do –”

“Fuuuuuuuuck that,” Imelda whined. “Your books always get all of the attention. I think it’s time you gave me some.”

MC smirked. Annoying Imelda Reyes would never not be one of her favourite pastimes. “Someone’s sounding a little needy.”

“Damn right I do. I’m a needy little love sponge. And I need you to soak me.”

All right, that had no business sounding as hot as it did. It probably also didn’t help that she’d been feeling a twitching down in her core since the moment Imelda had appeared in the doorway, practically looking ready to jump her right then and there. Not that she’d ever admit the Slytherin had that effect on her. She wouldn’t hear the end of it.

Imelda lightly caressed her through her sweater, correctly having read her lack of response. MC murmured, adjusting her hips a little. She felt a couple of fingers trying to sneak under the garment and quickly moved her hand to intercept them. “The top stays on.”

Imelda huffed something, too impatient to put up much of a fight. MC knew she had every right to complain. They’d had sex before, but it had never gotten to the point where MC had felt comfortable enough to go completely bare. There had always been stupid reasons, silly excuses, even the occasional argument. But Imelda had never pressed her.

Sometime, they would figure it out together, she decided. For now, however, Imelda seemed content, quickly hooking her fingers into the waistband of her trousers before slipping them over her hips. Her eyes lit up at her find.

“Oh, you lying –” she cursed triumphantly, “you are dripping like a good little bitch.”

Indeed she was. In fact, now that her cunt was exposed to her partner’s gaze, MC felt just how much she was throbbing, folds thick and swollen with desire. Imelda placed her hands in her thighs, slowly forcing them apart, thumbs stroking the sensitive skin. MC was glad the book was hiding most of the dark flush that was suddenly creeping up her cheeks. Not that she doubted for a second that Imelda knew exactly what she was doing; the mischievous smirk as she was drawing small circles around the rim of her achingly hot cunny said as much.

“You want this, don’t you?” the Slytherin teased, bringing up a finger, tip coated in slick. The other brushed ever so closely past her damp folds, causing a shiver to course through MC’s body. She simply nodded, lest her shaky breath would betray just how much she was dying for Imelda’s touch –

Another menacing chuckle, another brush against her tender lips. Fucking hell, there were days when she really wanted to curse Imelda’s proficiency in girl pussy – she knew she could keep this up all day if she wanted to, just edging her until she was a hot mess, begging for release.

“I guess I could give you what you need, but, oh, I don’t know,” Imelda mused. “What’s in it for little old me?”

Of course. Everybody knew Imelda Reyes didn’t do favours. Normally MC wouldn’t be so quick to indulge her, but she was bloody aching and she wanted to get off –

“Please…” she murmured from behind the book.

Imelda traced another circle, chuckling to herself. “I’m sorry, what’s that?”

MC dropped the book to shoot her a glare. “Would you please fuck my pussy alr –”

But the rest of her plea was lost in a powerful moan as her mouth fell open, eyes widening.

Ooooooooooh fuuuuuuuuuuuu –

It was good. So good. Imelda had plunged two of her fingers inside of her, cutting off her breath and sending her into a delightful fit. She shuddered as the digits dipped past her folds, sliding inside, sliding home.

“Bloody hell, I can tell how much you’ve missed me,” Imelda said, almost in wonder. Merlin, yes, she didn’t even realise how much she had been yearning for the feeling, but all of that didn’t matter now; Imelda had her, she had her now and she wouldn’t stop until MC was screaming her name –

MC whined softly, chest rising, book slipping out of her fingers and landing on the ground with a thud. Imelda smiled up at her, beginning to pump at a slow pace to let her acclimatise to the rhythm. Hell, if only MC realised how much this was turning her on, having her completely at her mercy, dictating every pulse, every twitch, every component of her pleasure. She felt heat beginning to build up between her own legs as she watched the girl writhe and twist on her fingers.

“Such a good, tight pussy,” Imelda cooed. “So fucking wet for me.”

She twisted her fingers, curling them inside of MC so she could reach that special little spot that always made her squirm. As she had predicted, it didn’t take long for her effort to be rewarded with a whimper and a gush of sweet juice spilling from MC’s fleshy curtains.

“That’s it,” she hissed contently. Fuck almighty, she had to get in on this somehow. Without losing pace for even a second, she wrestled her undies down past her knees and climbed on top of MC’s thigh, letting out a groan of relief as her heat was met with some much-needed friction. She began rocking back and forth, wetness spilling out of her, eyes burning lustfully as she fingerbanged MC nice and hard.

MC was beyond words. Her head had fallen to the side, eyes closed, lips mouthing silent curses as she fought back against the rising tide of her orgasm. She didn’t want this to end, fuck, she wanted to feel like this forever, she wanted to be fucked right out her senses, and then she wanted Imelda’s mouth on her until the sun came up and then she wanted oh fuck fuck fuck –

“Come on then, bitch,” Imelda growled between her own gasps, “you know I won’t stop until I’ve got you spitting over my fingers like a sweet little –”

That did it. MC came, clamping down on Imelda’s fingers, a strained cry slipping through her lips as electric waves rippled up from her core. The Slytherin looked on in awe her back arched up from the bed, the sweater slipping back to reveal just a tiny inch of marked flesh – wait, was that…

But then MC collapsed back again. Imelda waited a moment before she withdrew her fingers, the digits making a lewd sloshing sound as a blob of MC’s girly juices trickled from her well-fucked hole. Neither of them spoke as they sat there, air thick with the musky scent of sex and the sound of their breathing. Imelda noticed she she was more preoccupied with her new discovery than the fact that that she hadn’t even achieved her own climax yet. She had never told her about the scars. Why had she never told her about the scars?

As she managed to recover her breath, MC lifted her head to flash her a weak smile. Imelda didn’t return it. Without warning, she suddenly reached for MC’s sweater and gave it a yank, causing the girl to back away from her with a gasp. She drew her knees up to her chest and looked at her, breathing heavily, eyes wide.

“When were you planning on telling me?” Imelda asked, sounding betrayed.

MC seemed at a loss of words. She was clearly panicking, stuttering as she frantically searched for an excuse. “Mel, I –”

“‘Cause these aren’t new,” Imelda interrupted, pointing to her stomach. “Is that why you always weasel out when I want to see you? Are you saying you don’t trust me?”

“No, Mel, t-that’s not it at all –” MC sighed, casting her eyes down. “Look, I was going to tell you, but I didn’t want to do it now –”

Imelda shrugged, crossing her arms. Maybe she should have felt bad for more or less ambushing MC during what was clearly a vulnerable moment, but either way, she wasn’t feeling any hint of shame. “Might as well. Who knows, I could reward you with another fuck when you’re done confessing, since you seem to think that’s all I’m good for.”

MC’s eyes suddenly shot up again, her tone shifting. “Really? You’re not sure you’ve got that backwards?”

Imelda frowned. “Huh?”

“Because that’s exactly the reason I was afraid to tell you,” MC continued. “Look, Mel, I – I think you’re great. I think the sex is great. But I keep wondering if that’s literally all there is to… us. Our relationship. To be honest, most of the time I can’t even tell if you’re in love with me or with my body.”

The words lingered, prickling, stinging. Imelda felt something unpleasant crawling up inside her chest. She wanted to say something, but her mind had trouble stringing together her thoughts. That wasn’t true – she didn’t think of MC that way, did she?

“I didn’t want you to know because –” MC hesitated, but then said firmly, “Because I thought you’d lose interest if you knew.”

Oh, shite. This couldn’t be happening. Imelda squeezed her eyes shut, sighed, pinched the bridge of her nose, tried to gather her thoughts. “Fucking hell, MC.”

“You wanted to know. Now you do.” MC sat silently, still holding her knees as she waited for the Slytherin’s response. There was nothing more left to say, no more secrets. Whatever was coming, she would face it.

“I – I don’t –”

Imelda growled, frustrated with herself. She never got tongue-tied, so why was she doing it now? Pull yourself together, Reyes.

“I don’t love your body,” she muttered, before correcting herself. “No, I mean, I do love your body, but I also love you and… fuck, you know what I mean.”

MC was still looking at her, her expression unchanging. She took a deep breath and tried again.

“What I mean to say is – yes, okay, I like sex. Sex is nice, it’s simple. I’ve never cared much for sappiness, the pet names and flowers and holding hands, because you know, there’s always… more. I suppose I just… I’m afraid to get bogged down in stupid shite and commitments I don’t want.”

Hell, that couldn’t have come out crappier even if she had wanted to. She quickly tried to think of something else to say, but then MC suddenly took her hand. “I understand.”

Imelda looked at her, confused. “You do?”

“Of course. Merlin, I was surprised when you took an interest in me in the first place. The great Imelda Reyes, stooping to the level of such a measly peasant –”

“Oh, fuck you.”

MC chuckled. “But, you know, it’s all right. I never expected you to ask for my hand in marriage. You have your life, and I have mine. Though, that doesn’t mean we couldn’t get a little… intimate when we have each other to ourselves.”

Her thumb lightly stroked Imelda’s hand, the simple gesture doing more to excite her than she’d ever expected. She suddenly realised they were both still bare past their navels, her pussy immediately throbbing at the thought.

The expression on MC’s face bore something soft, something tender. It was as if Imelda only now realised how utterly beautiful she was. She swiftly moved in at her own volition, and just like that their lips were moving together, tongues meeting in a delicious kiss. Imelda slipped a hand underneath MC’s sweater, lips curling at her being rewarded with a soft moan. She spent a few moments palming the naked flesh before moving in with her other hand. MC shivered as she was relieved of the garment, though she wasn’t afraid – not anymore.

Imelda cooed with delight as she drank in MC’s naked torso; the embroidery of scars etched into her abdomen and arms, and then her breasts, beautiful curves ending into pink nipples. She didn’t know what all the fuss had been about, MC looked fucking hot. She was barely able to contain herself as she bent over and pressed her face between MC’s tits, devouring them with a ravenous hunger. The girl threw her head back, whimpering as Imelda kissed and suckled on the tender flesh, taking one of her nipples between her teeth to tug at it.

The sounds MC was making shattered the last of her resolve. That was it, she had to feel her. Quickly pulling back to throw off her own shirt, Imelda rushed to return to MC’s warmth, letting out a relieved groan as their tits started rubbing together, bodies slick with sweat.

“So pretty,” she gasped, “so fucking pretty,”

MC smiled at her, bringing a hand around to pull her down into another feverish kiss. She brought up her hips, essentially locking Imelda in place as they continued rutting in their sweet embrace. It was pretty damn perfect. As she moved, Imelda imagined she could even slide into her own release if they kept going like this, though then her lust-fuelled mind conceived of a better idea.

Wrestling herself free, she sat upright as MC looked at her with questioning eyes. “Patience,” she smirked as she seized MC’s legs and started repositioning herself. It took her a while to find a satisfying configuration, but eventually she managed to bring herself into a good position, her aching cunt just inches away from MC’s.

A sigh of relief fell from her lips as their slick cores finally came together. She quickly started scissoring, their folds producing a series of increasingly wet sounds as they rubbed against each other. They quickly mixed with the moans and whines from the two girls, joining as one in their experience of nothing but pure bodily ecstasy.

Imelda was seeing stars. She’d always loved physicality, whether it was punishing her body during a Quidditch match or rubbing one out when she was feeling needy. This, however, this felt… amazing. It was as if she was experiencing MC in a whole new realm of pleasure, feeling everything from her frantic breath to the muscles moving underneath her damp skin to her clit brushing against her own –

As much as she had resisted the idea, she had to admit that making love did seem to have some benefits.

Her thoughts were interrupted by a particularly loud cry from MC. “M-Melly,” she whimpered, “c-close…”

Imelda, too, sensed her own climax approaching, waves of heat welling up from the place where they connected through their slick.

“Good girl,” she purred. “Come for me…”

It took just a few more ruts for MC to crash over the edge; her own release followed suit, arriving in a paralysing surge of pure pleasure that had her choke back a loud roar. She collapsed on top of MC, letting her head fall in the crook of her neck. MC held her close, whispering soothing words to her as she trembled with aftershocks.

After they had recovered from their respective mind-shattering orgasms, they settled into a spooning position, MC wrapping herself in Imelda’s embrace. They lay silently for a while, until MC spoke up: “So… how was that for you?”

“Still weird as hell, I’ll admit,” Imelda replied. “But I think I’m coming around.”

MC chuckled. “As long as we aren’t discussing feelings, clearly.”

“Hey, I was making an honest effort there, bitch.”

“I know.” MC turned to kiss her on the lips. “I love you, okay?”

“Uh-huh.” Imelda wrapped an arm around her, pulling her bare frame closer against her own. “Let’s go to sleep, I’m tired.”

Closing her eyes, MC prepared herself for her venture into nightly depths, enjoying the feeling of Imelda’s warm body. She’d surely have thought the Slytherin was fast asleep the moment she had gone silent, but then came Imelda’s voice: “MC?”

“Hm?”

“I love you too.”

#hogwarts legacy #imelda reyes #imelda reyes x mc #imelda reyes x f!mc #imelda reyes smut

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Their reaction to your battle scars during Steamy Time (Pt. 2) (Hogwarts Legacy)

Link to part 1

Here it is at last, the much-requested sequel featuring our holy trifecta of soft bois!

I’ll admit I struggle with writing for Amit and Garreth (it’s why I’m often procrastinating on requests for them, sorry loves 😭) but this turned out surprisingly well I think!

Also, Imelda has been excluded because I’m doing a separate requested fic with a similar premise for her.

Content warning: NSFW (18+). Some smut here and there, nothing too descriptive.

Sebastian Sallow 🐍

“That’s it, love, show me that cumming face…”

You honestly still find yourself a little amazed at all the things Sebastian’s hands seem to be capable of sometimes. As far as you can recall, there hasn’t been a single time between the sheets that didn’t end with you as a tangled sweaty mess, sculpted like clay under his experienced fingertips. Right now, for example, he’s fingering you so good that it’s slightly surprising you’ve only had five orgasms so far.

The Slytherin is looking up at you with a ravenous gaze, loving the sight of your body falling apart before his eyes. His free hand is caressing you through your sweater, your bottom garments having been lost to your throes of passion a long time ago. You love how much he always seems to want you, barely able to keep his hands off you even before you have stumbled your way into the bedroom. To others it may seem purely physical, but there’s always been a deeper element to his affection, a kind of protectiveness that never fails to have you melt at the soothing tone of his voice alone.

He’s chuckling now, his hand wandering while the other is preoccupied trashing you to your release. “Almost there, aren’t you, love? Go ahead… cum for your Sebby…”

The tiniest of smirks forms on your lips, remembering his hate for the nickname, though he never seems to be able to resist using it to hasten your climax. Sure enough, with a few more plunges of his fingers you crash over the edge, crying out his name as he kisses your neck.

As you come down from your euphoric high and Sebastian settles down next to you, you notice the pensive look on his face. You reach out to touch his hand. “Anything the matter?”

“Hm?” He looks at you. “Oh, no, not really. I suppose I was just wondering… well, you do trust me, right?”

You frown at the unexpected question. “Of course I trust you. Why, did I do anything to suggest otherwise?”

“No, you didn’t, I just –” He sighs, struggling with his words. “Look, I’ll be honest. I love you, I love your body, I love making you feel good. But every time we are having sex these days, it feels like there’s a… barrier between us. You’re holding back, for some reason, and I can’t help but think… is it me?”

You quickly sit up, your eyes widening. “No, Sebastian, I – no, of course not!”

“Then what is it?” His brown eyes are worried, full of tender concern. You know he would never judge you, and yet you‘ve never found it in you to be truly open with him.

“I…” You avert your gaze, inadvertently looking down at your torso. “It’s not you, it’s me.”

His hands find yours, fingers intertwining. “Tell me, then.”

Perhaps it’s the slightly commanding tone in his voice, or the way he’s touching you, providing you a sense of comfort you find hard to ignore. Either way, you draw a deep breath.

“I –“ Your voice shudders, the words sounding hopelessly pathetic as you speak them, “I don’t think I’m pretty.”

There’s a silence in the room as Sebastian considers the meaning of your confession. You’d expect him to laugh, or to tell you that you’re mad. Though if he’s thinking any of those things, his face isn’t showing it.

“Really?” he then asks, sounding more surprised than anything.

You nod feebly. You can’t help it. Ever since you were marked by the battles you’ve fought a long time ago, you were so afraid to be with anyone that meeting Sebastian seemed like a gift from heaven. You never wanted to risk losing him, even if it meant obscuring the truth.

He shifts so that he’s more or less sitting opposite you, catching your gaze even as you try to look away. “You said you trusted me, didn’t you?”

You just nod again, too shy to say anything. You freeze up as his fingers slide under your sweater, nails grazing lightly across your skin.

“Lift your arms for me?” He sounds so kind, so warm, like a glow enveloping you like a blanket, safe from the world. You comply, feeling your skin being exposed inch by inch.

“Easy,” he coos. “Slow breaths. Keep your eyes on me.”

And then your sweater is gone, and you sit there, perfectly bare. You cross your arms across your chest in a futile gesture, a dark flush spreading down from your face as you feel Sebastian observing you, seeing you.

He’s surprisingly quiet. No words of surprise, no jokes. He’s simply sitting there, letting his eyes wander. Then he reaches out.

“May I?” he inquires, looking up at you for your approval as he places a hand on your arm. You allow him to uncross your arms, closing your eyes and turning your head away as the anxiety becomes to heavy to bear. Surely he must be disappointed. He’s just too kind to show it.

Then you suddenly feel a hand cupping your cheek. He kisses your jawline, slowly, provoking a sigh as you feel part of your tenseness leaving you. He gently lays you back on the bed, finally causing you to open your eyes, met by the sight of his warm smile.

“Dear,” he says, in a half-chuckle that sends a shiver down your spine, “you are beautiful.”

And then his lips are on your collarbone, and your response is lost in a moan as he begins exploring you, nursing every bare inch. He kisses every scar, tracing the crude lines down your chest, your abdomen, your nether region. As he inches ever so closer to your sensitive spot, your fingers finding their way into his messy hair, you realise something.

You feel pretty. And it’s the last clear thought you have before you close your eyes and give yourself away to the waves of your shared pleasure.

Amit Thakkar 🦅

“May I kiss you?”

He’s sitting opposite you on the bed, his voice slightly high-pitched, trembling with anticipation. Even though you have always been good at projecting confidence at the very least, your skill seems to fail you today as you nod shyly, feeling your heart swell in your chest as his lips approach yours.

The kiss is… surprisingly adequate. Nothing special, though certainly not the disaster you had been anticipating. If anything, it’s even a little… arousing, the way he tenderly moves his tongue, using it to part your lips and seek contact with yours. Sure, it’s not like you haven’t kissed before, but even so he seems far more in control of his movements than you are. A sudden thought crosses your mind as you move slowly on the rhythm of your kiss; that somehow, Amit is more ready for this than you are.

It feels… odd, to say the least. Normally you are the assertive one, always taking charge while Amit is content with following you around. That he is the one guiding you now in these most vulnerable of moments is one you definitely didn’t see coming.

You separate, the both of you blushing. “Was that… good?” Amit asks.

You nod. “Yeah… yeah, it was.”

His face lights up, almost eliciting a chuckle from you. He’s always happy to receive great marks.

“So… can I touch you now?”

It takes a little longer for you to give your approval than when he asked to kiss you. It’s not the first time you have put your hands on each other either, though that was always with your clothes on. You want to be able to go all the way with him this time… and that thought terrifies you more than anything.

His hands move gently and deliberately, following the curves of your body. He may seem as shy as you are, but it’s obvious that he wants you. It causes you to momentarily drop your guard as you sigh deeply, letting your head crane back ever so slightly as he feels you in all the right places.

Then he moves to lift your blouse, and you snap back to reality.

His eyes find yours as you grab his wrist to stop him. You blush, immediately trying to explain yourself. “Amit, eh, perhaps –”

But words fail you. You’d spent so long building up to this moment that you feel bad backing out now.

There’s a momentary pause, and then Amit takes both of your hands into his. You’re surprised to see him… smiling.

“My dear,” he says, “I understand. You’re always so brave, so unyielding, that it must be a strange thing for you to be vulnerable like this. We don’t have to keep going if you don’t want to. But… I am ready to do this with you, if you are.”

Great, now you feel bad. Telling yourself to get your act together, you let out a shivering sigh. “I… I want this too. But let’s take it slow, all right?”

“Of course,” he nods, before seemingly getting a thought. “I may have an idea – turn around for me?”

Frowning, you turn your back to him. You feel his arms wrap around you and then he’s suddenly embracing you from behind, his warmth pressing up against you as his mouth hovers close to your ear. “Better?”

You nod. It does feel good. Though what makes it even better are his lips on your neck, gently suckling on that sensitive piece of skin that has your heart thumping within minutes.

Your breath grows heavier, more ragged, and you’re so lost in the moment that you don’t even feel the thin fabric sliding down your shoulders. Though you do sense it when he pulls back, and you suddenly realise your back is exposed.

He doesn’t say anything, at least, not at first. You can feel his eyes bore into you, his fingers reaching out to examine your scars with almost scientific curiosity. Your mind is rushing with thoughts, seeking the words to explain, to justify, but then your breathing stops at the sound of his chuckling. Oh Merlin, he’s chuckling.

“They look like constellations,” he says. You furrow your brow, slightly turning your head. “What?”

“Your scars. Look,” He traces a line near your left shoulder blade. “Corvus,”

He trails further down, finding a mark on your lower back, “Capricornus,”

And finally, his hand rests on a spot toward your right side. “Lacerta.”

You keep frowning, though you are unable to resist a smile at the enthusiastic tone in his voice. “You… you don’t mind them?”

“Not at all. I think they look… pretty.” He leans forward to kiss you on your cheek. “Was this what you were so nervous about?”

“I… I suppose I was.” It sounds almost comical now, the way your worries amounted to nothing. He starts peppering your shoulders with little kisses once more, drawing a sigh from your lips.

“I want to study them,” he coos between kisses. “To chart them, to map every detail of your exquisite body.”

You chuckle, your nerves finally loosening. “You want to study me?”

“Why not? I know for a fact you would make for a truly… fascinating subject.”

As intriguing as the thought sounds, you feel you have a better idea. With the initial apprehension and shame having melted away, you are suddenly rather eager to completely cede yourself to your lover. You move back, pressing your butt up against his pelvis, Amit rewarding you with a shocked gasp. There’s no doubt about it, all that talk about constellations and your body has made him hard as hell.

“Nice instrument you have there,” you say, voice thick with lust, “care for a demonstration?”

The heaviness of his breathing is only drawn out by the sound of his trousers being loosened. A delicious shiver ripples through you as his length presses up against your bottom, warm and throbbing. You are both nervous, anxious about the bond you are about to seal, though it’s like none of that matters anymore as he finally enters you, stretching you to your limits.

Constellations, you think with a smirk, as your vision explodes into a sea of stars.

Garreth Weasley 🦁

“Come again?”

The Gryffindor perches up from his seat, looking at you over the many bottles spewing out coloured puffs of smoke. You instantly realise this was a bad idea. Nevertheless, you repeat your query, letting out a sigh as you cross your arms. “I was asking if, hypothetically speaking, there was a potion that could make scars disappear.”

He cocks an eyebrow, obviously not having expected the question. At least, not from you.

“Well uh,” he says, scratching behind his ear, “I suppose it depends on the size, and the kind, things like that. Why do you ask, did I leave a hickey last time?”

You roll your eyes. “No. I didn’t even say it was for me.”

“Well, that much is a given. You’re the only one who’s so self-conscious about their image they need about fifty different charms every morning.”

That does it. “You know what, forget I asked,” you bristle, turning on your heels to stamp out of the classroom. Before you are able to leave, though, Garreth quickly steps around the table, blocking your path. “Hey, hey, I’m sorry – that was uncalled for.”

“You’d think?” you snarl, though your gaze is already softening. You’ve never really been able to get truly mad at the Gryffindor, knowing that most of the time he’s simply a goof with a habit of running his mouth.

“Look, err,” he says hesitatingly, “there’s no way I can say this without sounding at least moderately offensive. But – I’ve seen you knock down trolls thrice your size. Why of all things is this the thing you choose to be insecure about?”

You flash him a look. “If it were a choice, I wouldn’t be standing here right now.”

“Right, but still.” He takes a step closer to you. “I think you’re pretty as you are. Doesn’t that count for something?”

“Of course it does, but…” You sigh. “You’ve never actually seen me.”

It’s true, he hasn’t. Even though the two of you have been taking it steadily for a couple of months now, you’ve never gotten much intimate beyond making out sessions or quick handjobs in the bathroom. Part of you is grateful for his patience, for his lack of questions about your odd habit of always wearing long sleeved sweaters, though he’s never been really good at hiding his eagerness to see more of you. And obviously you’ve felt the urge too, though…

“Show me, then.”

You blink, thinking you misheard. “What?”

Garreth smiles at you. “Come on, think of it as another challenge. I’m sure, at the end of this, you realise it’s all in your head.”

You want to tell him off, but… you can’t. As much as the thought frightens you, perhaps taking this one step is all you need to finally get over your fear.

“You mean… in here?” you ask, looking around the Potions classroom. It’s isolated at the moment, though you don’t find the possibility of anyone walking in at you much appealing.

Garreth thinks for a moment. “I have an idea. Follow me,”

He walks over to a door in the corridor and swiftly unlocks it with a charm. As soon as you’ve both stepped inside, he turns around and locks it again. You look around you and see a desk and shelves stacked with all kinds of potion ingredients.

“Sharp’s office?” you snap at him in a whisper.

“He won’t be back for a good while,” Garreth says, shrugging. “Black’s got him running some inane errand again. Besides, the forbiddenness of it all is rather exciting, don’t you think?”

You shake your head. Silly goof. Garreth leans back against the desk, crossing his arms. “Right, then. Let’s see what all the fuss is about.”

You thought you could do it, but now that you’re standing here with the Weasley boy looking at you, you suddenly feel shy again. You simply fidget a bit, not really feeling inclined to take any action.

Garreth cocks an eyebrow. “Still nervous? Darling, you’re looking at a fellow whose mug looks like this –” he points at his own face with a funny gesture – “and you honestly feel you have a right to complain?”

You chuckle, slightly harder than you’d meant to because of the nerves. You appreciate his meagre attempt at humour, even though it’s doing little to encourage you, which he seems to be realising as well.

“Still nothing?” he asks. “All right, tell you what, why don’t I go first?”

You are about to ask what he means when he suddenly pulls his shirt over his head. You can’t help but stare as you take in his well-defined torso, every inch of skin covered in light freckles.

“Weasley family curse,” he says with a grin. “And you thought you had it bad.”

There’s a beat as you stand there, looking like you’ve been struck by lightning. Maybe you would never admit it openly, but he does look like quite the snack. It has you involuntarily growing red in the face.

Trembling like a leaf, you start pulling at your sweater, lifting the garment ever so slowly. Garreth’s eyes linger as you bare yourself to him, tongue slipping past his lips to wet them. You don’t know what he’s thinking. You’re not sure you even want to know. All you can do is look away and desperately wish you’ll spontaneously turn invisible as you bunch your sweater up around your chest, nothing but air shrouding your scarred waist from his hungry gaze.

Before you can proceed any further, he suddenly steps forward, kneeling in front of you. You’re too shocked to say anything as he grabs your hips and moves his head toward your abdomen. There’s a slightly tickling sensation as you feel him blowing – actually blowing – on your stomach.

“What are you doing?” you ask, not knowing whether to sound amused or confused.

“Isn’t it obvious?” he asks, pausing just a moment to look up at you with joy-filled eyes. “I’m blowing the scars away.”

You’re genuinely lost for words. He doesn’t seem to care. He simply continues to blow on the pink markings, causing the little hairs on your skin to stand up in titillated delight.

“You’re a fool,” you finally chuckle, your trepidation breaking under his boyish charm.

“I know,” comes the reply from underneath the mess of red curls. “And you love me for it.”

His lips advance, touching your skin. Wet, soft. A sigh escapes your lips as you feel him trail down, kissing, loving.

He’s right, and you know it.

#hogwarts legacy #harry potter #sebastian sallow #amit thakkar #garreth weasley #Sebastian sallow x reader #amit thakkar x reader #garreth weasley x reader #hogwarts legacy headcanons