#garreth weasley fanfic

[thenerdykneazle]

Marry You

Summary: Garreth proclaims to anyone and everyone, including you, that he is going to marry you one day – despite the fact that you haven’t even agreed to court him (not that he's asked). Set during 5th year. It was supposed to be a bunch of short drabbles. One of them got out of hand (oops).

Garreth Weasley x Gryffindor F!MC

A/N: I added Garreth to DADA b/c in the game he only has like 2 classes with MC. It’s a crime that they didn’t give him the same schedule as Leander, honestly. You know those idiots would be besties and take all the same classes.

Warnings: none, pure fluff for a change, pining, *slight* Seb bashing if you squint but really he's just his moody self

Word Count: 6330

To Imelda

Garreth was elated when you handed him the fwooper feather. “Brilliant! This is going to take a moment to brew. You should get back to brewing your Edurus Potion, and I’ll tell you when this concoction’s finished.”

“Don’t keep me waiting too long,” you replied before leaving to work on your own potion. Garreth watched you walk away with stars in his eyes.

Imelda came up beside him. “Causing trouble again, Weasley?” she asked.

Garreth jumped at the girl suddenly so close to him. “Just getting started. I think I’ve got a partner in crime now,” he said.

“Oh?” she asked, raising an eyebrow. “Dragging that new fifth-year into your schemes, are you?”

He gave her a cheeky smile. “I may be dragging her into my schemes, but I’d let her drag me anywhere,” he said.

Imelda scrunched up her face in disgust at the mushy proclamation. “Ugh! Down boy,” she said. “You’ve only just met the poor girl.”

He sighed dreamily as he watched you work across the room. You seemed to have a knack for potions like he did. “Maybe, but I’m gonna marry her one day,” he said, imaging a future running a shop in Hogsmeade or Diagon Alley with you.

Imelda rolled her eyes at the dramatic boy. “Whatever you say, Gryffindor,” she said before walking off.

When his potion sparked out wild fireworks, he caught your eye in the chaos. You looked thoroughly amused, and he couldn’t help but feel that the potion had been a resounding success if it got you to smile that way. He did feel a bit guilty that he had gotten you in hot water with Sharp, but the ex-auror didn’t seem too fussed about things.

To Sebastian

Garreth was enamoured when you knocked Sebastian on his ass. Again. You were all duelling in Defense Against the Dark Arts class, and Professor Hecat seemed to enjoy seeing the Slytherin knocked down a peg as much as Leander did since she paired you and Sebastian together a second time. Garreth cheered even louder than Leander for you, and you gave the dorky pair a little salute.

Personally, though, Garreth had never had an issue with his fellow freckled classmate. He was friendly, had a good sense of humour, and enjoyed helping other students with their studies – or, at least, he used to before his sister was cursed. They had even teamed up on a prank here and there over the years. So, when Garreth saw the way the brunet looked at you, he had one thought as he smirked to himself: Game on.

You helped Sebastian back to his feet. “Nice job,” he said. “All your extra practice is paying off.”

You shrugged. “I suppose so,” you agreed. “You’ve been improving, as well, though.”

“I’d like a fair fight sometime. Get to use all my tricks,” he said. “Though, I could show you one or two beforehand if you’d like.”

You smiled slightly. “I might be interested,” you replied.

“I’ll be in touch, then,” Sebastian said with a smirk. He brushed himself off as he walked back to Ominis.

You walked back to your fellow Gryffindors. “Godric himself would be proud,” Leander said as Garreth gave you a congratulatory hug.

From across the room, Sebastian eyed the redhead as he embraced you. Garreth caught him watching and sent him a wink and a cheeky grin.

“That was bloody brilliant!” Garreth said as he let go of you.

“Thanks,” you said, beaming at him.

Leander resisted the urge to roll his eyes as his curly-haired friend seemed to dominate your attention and vice versa. He busied himself talking to Andrew. You and Garreth started talking about your recent encounter with a kneazle den out in the forest, barely noticing your friend’s absence. Soon, though, Professor Hecat stole you away to talk about an extra assignment.

Garreth took the opportunity to saunter over to the Slytherins. “You put up a good fight,” he said to Sebastian.

“Thanks,” he replied before cutting to the chase. “So, you and MC seem pretty cozy.” Sebastian had always been the jealous type.

“I should hope so,” Garreth replied. “I am going to marry her, after all.”

Sebastian raised an eyebrow at that. Weasleys were a known pure-blood family, but most of them weren’t those kinds of pure-bloods that had their children pledged to suitors from a young age.

Ominis gave the Gryffindor a pitying expression, though Garreth didn’t notice as Sebastian spoke up at the same time. “Didn’t realize your family was into that sort of thing. Arranged betrothals and whatnot,” he said.

“Oh, no, we’ll marry for love,” Garreth said confidently.

“Wait, so are you even engaged?” Ominis asked.

Garreth laughed. “No, of course not! We’re fifteen,” he replied. “Well, I’ll be sixteen next month.”

“So, are you courting?” Sebastian asked.

“Not yet,” Garreth said simply.

Sebastian narrowed his eyes at the ginger. “So, what you’re saying is, you have no actual claim to her,” he said.

Garreth shrugged, looking unbothered. “I may not have any official title yet, but I wanted to give you fair warning not to fall too hard for her.”

Sebastian laughed. “Yeah, thanks, mate,” he said sarcastically. “What makes you so certain she’d choose you, anyway?”

Garreth smirked at him. “I just am.”

He let that be his final word, as he saw you walking away from Professor Hecat. Sebastian just gaped at the overconfident boy as he left. “Gryffindors,” he grumbled.

“You do realize that includes MC,” Ominis pointed out.

Sebastian rolled his eyes. “Oh, shut it.”

To Leander

Garreth overheard you telling Professor Shah that you didn’t have a telescope. He was disappointed when she paired you with Amit before he could offer. He felt a pang of jealousy when Amit offered his old telescope to you. He tried to refocus on the stargazing he was supposed to be doing. Leander was struggling to find Sirius. He helped his best friend before they hurried downstairs, seeking the warmth of the castle.

On the way down, he overheard Amit asking you to go out to an astronomy table with him. The small pang of jealousy he felt earlier bloomed into anguish. Was Amit really trying to earn your affections? He expected to have to compete with Sallow, but he felt bad at the idea of stealing you away from the good-natured Ravenclaw. Not bad enough to back off, of course, but still.

He and Leander walked all the way back to the Gryffindor common room. Garreth flopped into an armchair with a huff.

Leander raised an eyebrow at him. “What’s got you so worked up?” he asked.

“Amit’s trying to flirt with my future wife,” Garreth grumbled.

“Oh, not this again,” Leander muttered to himself.

“Yes, this again,” Garreth replied firmly. “I’m serious, Lee. She’s the one.”

Leander just shook his head in amusement. “Yes, you’ve made that very clear,” he said. “And why is it you think Amit is trying to steal her affections?”

“You didn’t hear him?” Garreth practically yelled. He jumped to his feet and started pacing. “First, he was all, ‘Oh, let me adjust the telescope for you.’ Then he just gave her his old telescope. And then, he invited her out exploring the grounds to go find an astronomy table.”

“He might as well have proposed right then,” Leander replied nonchalantly, still reclining lazily on the couch and biting back a smirk.

“I know! I–” Garreth started, but he paused, spinning around to face Leander. He glared at the taller boy. “You’re mocking me.”

Leander let the smile break onto his face. “A bit,” he admitted. “Gar, Amit is just friendly. He’d give an Ashwinder the shirt off his back if they said they were cold. You’re reading too much into it.”

“Am I?” Garreth asked seriously, putting a hand on his hip as he eyed his friend.

“Yes,” Leander replied equally seriously. “And, with all due respect to your undying love, you barely know MC. What if you’re not compatible? What if she wants to move to Peru or something when she graduates? What if she doesn’t want kids?”

Garreth shrugged. “I don’t need kids,” he said.

Leander rolled his eyes. “Have you met your family?” he asked. “And you practically knocked me into the Black Lake jumping into my arms when you got the owl saying your brother and his wife are having a baby.”

Garreth blushed at the memory. “Okay, but they’re out snuggling up in the cold to go look at the stars,” he whined.

“Your brother and his pregnant wife?” Leander asked.

Garreth let out a frustrated groan. “No, MC and Amit! Keep up, Lee! There’s no chance he’s not trying to woo her in such a romantic setting. They’ll probably be out all night, knowing MC. They’ll cozy up as they watch the sunrise and kiss just as the sun peaks out over the horizon.”

“Ah, you’re back to the whole Amit thing,” Leander observed.

“He’s probably got his arms around her right now to ‘help’ her focus the telescope,” Garreth said. “Maybe I should go out there and–”

Garreth fell silent at the sound of the portrait creaking open. He was glad he did when he saw you stepping into the common room. “You’re home early!” he said. He had meant to say it in a cool, casual tone but ended up shouting it in excitement, instead.

“Am I?” you asked, giving him a confused look. “I didn’t know I had an appointment.”

“Well, I just heard Amit invite you out stargazing and figured you’d be gone a while,” Garreth blurted out. Leander smacked a hand over his face as he shook his head at his moronic friend.

“Oh,” you said. You shrugged. “The table was just on the castle wall. It didn’t take long to find.”

“Do you want kids?” Garreth asked, stunning both you and Leander.

You looked at him with wide eyes. “Right now?” you asked. “Because I’ll have to pass, thanks.”

Garreth’s face flamed with embarrassment. “Merlin, no, that’s not what I…Not now, just…in the future. Possibly. I mean, do you like kids?” he corrected.

“Oh. Yeah, one day. I love kids,” you replied.

“Great!” he said before he could stop himself. “Because, um, my brother is having a baby soon, and I’ll have to do a lot of babysitting. I might need a hand, and Lee here is useless with kids, so…”

Leander glared at him, and Garreth just gave him an apologetic smile.

“That sounds fun!” you replied.

Garreth’s eyes lit up. “Brilliant! I’ll reach out if I need assistance, then,” he said with a dopey grin.

“Sounds good,” you said as you made your way toward the stairs up to the girls’ dormitories. “Good night, you two.”

They both wished you a good night. Once your back was turned, Garreth smiled wildly at Leander and mouthed ‘I told you’ rather aggressively at him. Leander just rolled his eyes.

To Poppy

Garreth sprinted down the corridors to reach the faculty tower. He took the stairs up it three at a time, grabbing the handrail to whip sharply around the landings. His legs were on fire by the time he reached the infirmary. He was too out of breath to form a proper sentence when he’d met Nurse Blainey at the entrance.

“Where…How…MC?” he managed between pants as his lungs heaved to get the oxygen his body so desperately needed.

“She’s okay, so just take a moment–” she said, holding up her hands to try to get the boy to pause and catch his breath.

“I need to see her. Please,” he urged.

He looked as if he might burst into tears at any moment, and the mediwitch took pity on the boy. She led him to your bedside. “She’s stable but hasn’t woken up yet. I gave her a sedative so I could change the dressing over a rather painful wound on her leg. It should heal completely in time, though,” she explained as she walked him over.

She held the curtain around your bed back, so Garreth could step inside of it. He gasped when he saw the cuts and bruises on your face and arms. The rest of you was hidden under the blanket, and he could only imagine how much worse it got. Poppy was sitting in a chair on the far side of the bed. Garreth sat down opposite her, pulling the chair closer to the bed while turning it around so he could face the head of the it. He held your hand gently in both of his.

You were a force to be reckoned with, but right now you looked so…fragile.

“What happened?” he rasped, looking over to Poppy.

“We…It happened so fast,” she said, head bowed in shame. “We were fighting a camp of poachers, and a manticore sprang out of their tent. It had a collar of goblin metal they used to control it. It attached her, scratching her, and biting her leg.” She dropped her face into her hands. “Merlin, her scream.” Poppy winced at the memory.

“A manticore?” Garreth repeated in disbelief. “Godric’s heart, I’m glad it didn’t sting her!”

“It almost did, but I cast depulso and knocked it off of her,” she said. “I just wish I’d reacted sooner.”

“Hey,” Garreth said gently as he held a hand out to her across the bed. She sheepishly took it as she finally raised her eyes to look at him. “You saved her life. I can’t thank you enough for that.” He gave her hand a reassuring squeeze and smiled gently at her.

“O-oh. Are you two…? I mean, I didn’t realize you were more than friends,” she said, pulling her hand out of his grasp and linking it with the other one in her lap. She trained her gaze on her hands rather than the boy sat across from her.

“We’re not. Not yet, anyway,” Garreth said as he looked at you with a fond smile on his face. He turned back to Poppy with a devilish grin. “Make no mistake, though, I’m gonna make her my wife one day.”

“Wow. That’s, um, wonderful,” she said, giving him a pained smile.

Garreth chuckled. “I know everyone thinks I’m crazy for saying it, but I really do believe it. She’s captured my heart and soul, this one,” he said.

“She’s a lucky girl,” Poppy said sincerely.

“I hope so,” Garreth replied with a grateful smile. He looked back at you. “I know she hasn’t been here very long, but I don’t know what I’d do if I ever really lost her. I’d have to find a new supplier for all my potion ingredients and everything!” He spoke sincerely until the last sentence.

You let out a groan as you rubbed your head with the hand Garreth wasn’t holding. “I think I’m gonna have to close shop for a week or two,” you croaked out.

Garreth chuckled. “All the cute things I said, and you wake up for that part?” he teased.

You gave him an apologetic smile. “Sorry, Gar,” you said. “I’ll try to time it better next time.”

The sincerity in your voice nearly broke his heart. He reached a hand up to stroke your cheek. “Hey, no, I was just joking,” he said sweetly. “But there better not be a ‘next time,’ and I’m very serious about that. No more close calls like this.”

You nodded your head slowly. Your eyes were half closed. “That sounds good to me,” you said.

He managed a small smile. He’d been a nervous wreck when he heard you were in the infirmary with serious injuries. It was a relief just to talk to you. “Get some rest now, okay? We’ll be here,” he said.

“M’kay,” you agreed with a soft sigh. Your eyes were already closing again, heavy with exhaustion.

Garreth stroked the back of your hand as he carefully watched the bruises on your face fade. It was slow – barely noticeable as it happened – but after a few hours the dark, angry purple marks had shrunk with the remaining areas turned faded hues of yellow and green. He delicately brushed the hair back from your face. Your cuts were now thin lines of new flesh, pink and tender-looking. Garreth traced some of the lines on your arm carefully with his left index finger. His right hand continued to hold yours.

Curfew came before you roused again. Nurse Blainey came to dismiss the students still by your bedside. Poppy stood to leave, but Garreth requested to stay.

“I assure your she’s in capable hands, Mr. Weasley,” the mediwitch said. “I’m afraid visiting hours are over for today. You may come back when they begin tomorrow. After breakfast.”

He had skipped dinner, though he didn’t know how Nurse Blainey had known. The meal had just begun when he got the news of your injury.

Garreth trudged out alongside Poppy. “I’m glad she has someone who cares so deeply for her,” the mousy girl said as they left the hospital wing. “She’s my best friend – and only friend, really – and I want her to be happy.”

Garreth nodded with a pensive look on his face. “Thank you, Poppy,” he said. “I’m glad she’s got you to watch her back out there.”

She gave him a tight smile and a nod. She still felt responsible.

They parted once they left the faculty tower, heading to their separate common rooms. Garreth had a fitful night sleep before getting out of bed before the sun was up. He ate a rushed breakfast before returning to the hospital wing. You were sat up in the bed, eating your own breakfast from a tray set over your lap. You smiled when you saw him approaching.

“If it isn’t my favourite customer,” you said with a smirk.

Garreth rolled his eyes playfully. “How is it that was the only thing you got from my visit yesterday?” he asked.

You chuckled. “I was heavily medicated,” you replied with a shrug. You shifted to sit toward the left side of the bed, grimacing as you pulled your right leg over.

Garreth lunged forward to help when he saw your pained expression, but it was gone in an instant. You patted the newly open spot on the bed next to you. He carefully sat down, keeping an eye on your leg so he didn’t bump it.

“So, what else did you say when you came to visit?” you asked. “I have it on good authority it was quite cute.”

Garreth’s cheeks flushed. “Just, um, that I was very relieved you were okay and wouldn’t know what I’d do without you.”

“Yes, well, it would put a damper on our marriage if I was dead before it began,” you joked.

Garreth just gave you a shy smile.

You had known for a while how Garreth liked to tell people he was going to marry you one day. You thought it was funny and would join in on the joke from time to time. You took it as a compliment. He usually tied it to some praise of your skill, whether in combat, on a broom, or brewing potions. He had a flare for the dramatic, so you didn’t read too much into it. You’d heard him tell Leander he could kiss him when the taller boy had bought him a set of rare potion ingredients for his birthday.

Garreth was warm and affectionate, but he didn’t show signs that there was real weight to his jests. There were no intense stares or lingering touches like there were with a certain Slytherin. He was affectionate with you but not in an intimate way. He would give big bear hugs and would sometimes grab your wrist to drag you somewhere exciting. However, he never rested his hand on your lower back as he led you somewhere nor held your hand. Well, last night was an exception. You were fairly certain that when you had awoken last night, he had been holding your right hand, while Poppy had held your left.

Poppy. You two had become fast friends. She was the reason you wouldn’t entertain his affections even if you had thought them genuine. She had quite the crush on the kind-hearted ginger. She’d fallen for him shortly after you introduced them. She gushed about him constantly. You could never hurt her like it would if you started courting Garreth. She would be devastated.

“How are you feeling?” Garreth asked. His brow was furrowed with worry.

“As well as can be expected. The bastard took a nice chunk out of my calf,” you explained. “Human face but wicked sharp teeth, apparently.”

He looked at you with sad eyes. “Nurse Blainey said you’d recover fully. It that still true?”

You nodded. “Far as I know.”

“Good.” He bit his cheek as his hands fidgeted with the edge of the blanket. He put on a brave face before looking back at you. “And until you’re 100%, I’ll be by your side. Whatever you need.”

You couldn’t help but smile. He really was the sweetest boy you’d ever met. “I think I’ll be more than taken care of between you and Poppy,” you said fondly. “Speaking of, it’s cute that you two stayed with me together last night.”

Garreth gave you a puzzled look. “Cute?” he asked.

You gave a noncommittal shrug and forced your smile to broaden into a playful grin. “Yeah, I mean, I think it’s sweet. You two are just cute together.”

Garreth was really baffled now. Together? he thought. He and Poppy had hardly been ‘together.’ They sat on opposite sides of your bed, tending to you. Did you think he fancied Poppy? He was confused how you could. He thought he’d been rather obvious in his affections for you, while always trying to be respectful.

“Oh,” was all he managed to say.

You couldn’t tell if he didn’t like Poppy back or was just being shy about his feelings. So, you decided to probe a bit. “Have you ever thought about asking her out?” you said, attempting nonchalance.

“Erm, no. I can’t say I have,” he replied honestly. He swallowed a lump in his throat. He didn’t claim to know much about girls, but he was fairly certain they didn’t try to set up boys they fancied with their friends. “Do you…think I should?”

You blinked rapidly. You didn’t know what you thought. He and Poppy seemed a good fit. They were both so bubbly. You couldn’t imagine they’d be anything but happy together. But the imagine made you curiously sombre. “Well…” you started, unsure how you would finish the sentence.

Nurse Blainey pulled back the curtain. She scowled at Garreth sitting in your bed.

“Mr. Weasley,” she said sternly. “If you could step out, I need to examine my patient.”

He quickly did as told. Blainey changed your bandages on your leg, and he could tell two things from the stifled noises you made. The first was that you were in more pain than you let on. The second was that you were trying to hide it for his sake. That was only further confirmed when Blainey let him back in. You were smiling wide, but your knuckles blanched with how hard you were gripping the sheets.

“Has she had anything for pain today?” Garreth asked the mediwitch timidly.

“No, she’s refused the pain potion since she woke up,” Nurse Blainey replied.

He shot you a stern look. “She’s obviously in pain.”

She arched a brow at him. “She’s perfectly capable of requesting the potion herself.”

“I don’t like the potion. It makes me feel foggy,” you told him.

“So?” Garreth asked, a bit irritated by your stubbornness. “You’re recovering. And it’s Sunday. You should be resting, anyway.”

He looked to Blainey for support. “Are you in pain, dear?” she asked you kindly.

“Nothing I can’t handle,” you replied genially, though you gave Garreth a hard glare.

He crossed his arms over his chest. “If you grit your teeth any harder, you’ll shatter them,” he argued. “You’re being ridiculous.”

“I don’t want to sleep all day. I’d rather be able to hang out with you,” you said.

“Well, I don’t want to see you suffer!” he shot back, his voice cracking. He winced at his own volume.

“Mr. Weasley!” Nurse Blainey hissed. “I will not tolerate you yelling at my patient.”

“I’m sorry,” he said earnestly. He sank into the chair beside you, not wanting to draw further ire from Blainey by getting back in your bed. “Please, MC. I don’t like seeing you in pain. I’ll read to you or something while you rest.”

“You wouldn’t be bored?” you asked.

He rolled his eyes as a slight smirk came to his lips. “With you around? Never,” he replied.

“Could I maybe just do a half dose?” you said to Nurse Blainey. “My leg is starting to ache pretty badly.”

Garreth resisted the urge to insist you take a full dose. It was a start, at least.

The mediwitch nodded and fetched the potion.

“Thank you,” he murmured after you downed the liquid.

“Thank you,” you replied. “I should’ve taken it sooner. I was…being stubborn.”

He scoffed. “Yeah, you have a habit of that,” he teased.

You gave him a playful glare.

The sounds of hurried footsteps announced the arrival of a certain two Slytherins. “MC!” Sebastian said. “I just heard what happened. Are you all right?”

“I’m fine,” you assured him. “Blainey said I should make a full recovery.”

Garreth saw you wince as Sebastian wrapped you in a big hug. “Be careful!” the Gryffindor hissed.

Sebastian ignored him. He held your face in both of his hands when he pulled back. For a brief, terrifying moment, Garreth thought the Slytherin was about to kiss you. “No more taking on poachers alone,” the brunette ordered.

“I wasn’t alone,” you argued.

Sebastian side-eyed Garreth before looking back at you. “You still didn’t have proper help. You need to tell me when you’re going to do something dangerous,” he said, still holding your face. “Promise me.”

“Poppy is proper help,” you said defensively. “We’ve been fine every other time. Fought dozens of poachers. The manticore just caught us by surprise. I don’t need you to babysit me, Sebastian.”

Sebastian’s hands dropped to his sides. “You were with Poppy?” he asked.

You nodded.

“Well, I can still help keep you safe. Obviously these poachers are getting more dangerous animals,” he said. “Let me help you.”

“You can’t come running off with us every time. You’ve got Anne to think about. You should stay focused on helping her,” you argued.

Sebastian tensed. “Then stay and help me,” he asked.

You chewed your lip “I…I can’t just stop. Anne’s got you, but no one is stopping these poachers. Poppy and I are the only ones saving those creatures.”

Sebastian’s jaw clenched. “So, you care more about those beasts than Anne?” he growled.

“That’s not what I’m saying!” you insisted.

Sebastian scowled. “That seems like it’s exactly what you’re saying.” Without another word, he stormed out of the hospital wing.

“Sebastian!” Ominis called after him. He sighed when his friend didn’t stop. He rested a hand on your shoulder. “Feel better, MC.”

Ominis pressed a kiss to the top of your head before leaving, as well.

Garreth was seething until he saw the tears slipping down your cheeks and grief gripped him. “Hey,” he said gently, sliding into the bed next to you. He wrapped his arms around you in a gentle embrace. “He’s being an idiot. He’s probably just scared. I’m sure he didn’t mean it.”

You shook your head. “No, he did. He’s always getting upset with us about not doing more for Anne.” You sighed. “I mean, we’ve tried. I just…I don’t know what else to do.”

Garreth was shocked at the treatment from your supposed friend. He had half a mind to track the Slytherin down and try to shake some sense into him. But he knew it was better to stay with you, so he did. You leaned into him as the potion’s effects took hold and the drowsiness set in.

Garreth stayed with you the whole day. Poppy came by later that morning. Leander brought him lunch and a book to read to you. Natty and the other Gryffindors came to visit you in the afternoon. Even Imelda stopped by before dinner. Sebastian came back and apologized late in the evening. He seemed less than pleased to see Garreth cuddled up to you, but he didn’t comment on it.

Garreth helped rush visits along when you would start to get tired and drift off. Blainey was in and out of the curtained-off space throughout the day. She kicked Garreth out when she needed to do dressing changes. She didn’t say anything about Garreth sitting with you in your bed, though. Nor did she kick him out when you both fell asleep to him reading the book Leander had brought.

Blainey released you the next day. Garreth thought it was too soon, but you were eager to get out. He convinced the teachers to let him follow your schedule so he could carry your things for you.

“I could’ve levitated them,” you said.

“You shouldn’t exert your magic, either,” he argued. “Besides, I told you I’d be by your side until you’re all better.”

You blushed at the thought. You had always hoped to find a way to spend more time with him. This wasn’t exactly how you would have chosen to go about it, but you would take it.

To You

The manticore incident had brought you and Garreth closer than ever. Shortly after, Poppy told you she no longer had a crush on the outgoing Gryffindor. No longer holding yourself back, your own feelings for him bloomed. Frustratingly, you felt that you constantly got mixed signals from him. He still had a running joke where he would assert to others that he would marry you one day. However, he never asked you out. Though, on rare occasions, he did hold your hand – grabbing it to drag you off to see his newest brew or to comfort you when you were upset.

Unbeknownst to you, Garreth’s own feelings had grown similarly. He was head over heels for you. But he was scared. The stronger his feelings became, the more terrified he felt that you wouldn’t return them. Leander had to practically shake sense into him that he had better ask you out before someone else did. The taller boy even threatened to ask you out himself if Garreth didn’t soon. The threat almost started a brawl between the best friends until Leander explained that he wasn’t actually interested in you – just trying to motivate Garreth to get his head out of his arse.

So, Garreth came up with a plan. He went to Honeydukes on the next Hogsmeade trip, buying all your favourite sweets. He even added a bottle of his newly-perfected Fizzing Whizzbeer that you’d raved about after trying. He arranged it all in a decorative box and tied a nice ribbon around it.

He brought it to you at dinner. He hadn’t even sat down when he handed it over.

“Thank you,” you said, surprised and a bit confused as you took the present. You were elated, if a bit puzzled, when you saw the contents. “What’s all this for?”

Garreth cleared his throat. “Well, everyone knows we’re going to be married one day. And, mark my words, we will be,” he started. You rolled your eyes at his theatrics but couldn’t help smiling. Everyone else just nodded along, having heard his proclamation many times. Natty was the only one who looked shocked by the news.

“They are betrothed?” she whispered to Leander.

He rolled his eyes. “No, but it’s a long story,” he replied.

She just shrugged.

“So, I figured it was about time I started the formal process. I’d like to court you, MC, if you’ll have me,” Garreth said. He looked exceptionally nervous.

You set the box down on the bench before springing to your feet. You threw your arms around Garreth’s neck. “Of course!” you said.

“Really?” Garreth asked, dumbstruck.

“Definitely!” you assured him.

He wrapped his arms around your waist, lifting you up as he spun around. “Brilliant! Will you go to dinner with me this Saturday?”

You beamed at him as your feet returned to solid ground. “That sounds lovely.”

Natty gave Leander a confused look. “I thought they started courting months ago,” she said.

“Yeah, you would think, wouldn’t you?” he replied with a chuckle.

To Your Dad

Garreth shifted his weight from foot to foot nervously. He checked his hair in the glass of the tavern window for the eight time. It wasn’t the first time he was meeting your father. They first met three years ago when Garreth visited you over the summer between fifth and sixth years. When the door to the establishment opened and he spotted the familiar broad shoulders and greying hair, Garreth immediately stood up.

“Garreth, my boy, good to see you,” your father greeted genially.

Garreth shook his hand. “You, as well, sir,” he said. “I’m glad you were able to meet today.”

“So, what brings you out to my neck of the woods?” your father asked as he took his seat.

Garreth could feel the heat rising in his collar, and your dad had to hold back a smile. He had strong suspicions on why the young man had reached out.

“Well, sir, I wanted to discuss some things with you about the future,” he said. “Of course, I asked you to join me for dinner. I don’t want to get too bogged down in the details on empty stomachs.”

“Oh, nonsense,” your father replied, waving him off. “Let’s hear these plans.”

“Right,” Garreth said, a bit shellshocked. “Well, sir, I’ve just finished my apprenticeship with J. Pippin. I took a job with a potioneering company in London, where I intend to stay until I’ve saved enough to start my own shop. I’ve just purchased a home in Marylebone, where I hope to settle down, you see.”

“London’s a far way from Plymouth,” your father interjected gravely, unable to help himself.

Garreth swallowed thickly. “It is,” he agreed. “Though, it’s within floo range.”

“Quite right,” your dad agreed with a slight smile. “Sorry to interrupt, lad. You were saying about settling down.”

“Your daughter and I have been discussing our plans. We’d quite like to settle down together. That is to say, we intend to marry–”

“Do you, now?” you father interjected again. His brow was arched.

Garreth nodded, steeling his nerves. “I haven’t proposed yet, of course,” he continued, and your father visibly relaxed. “But, like I said, we’ve discussed it, and I feel quite certain she would say yes. I wanted to meet today to ask for your blessing.”

Your father smiled. “Yes, I thought that might be the case,” he said. “My daughter, my only child, is quite an exceptional young woman, as you’re aware.”

“I am,” Garreth agreed as worry began to set in.

“Not just for her rare magic. She has many talents. And she’s quite driven.” He levelled Garreth with a rather frighteningly intense gaze. “I have very high standards for the man with whom she endeavours to spend her life.”

“Of course, sir,” Garreth said, trying not to feel crestfallen.

“I dare say she’ll need a man of equal ambition to keep up with her,” he said. “Though, he must still put his family first. I would never condemn her to a marriage with someone less than madly in love with her. And, indeed, I would do everything I could to prevent such an unfit union. I assure you, I am not an adversary to be taken lightly.”

Garreth had prepared himself for the possibility that your father would not give his blessing, but he had not foreseen him actively trying to prevent your marriage.

“I don’t think any man fully capable of deserving my daughter, though I am aware that I am biased on the matter,” your dad continued without giving Garreth a chance to speak. “However, I don’t think I could have hand-picked a better partner for her than she has chosen for herself.”

“I’m sure I can’t fault you for feeling that way, sir. I–” Garreth broke off as the meaning of the sternly spoken words sunk in. He gaped at your father briefly before collecting himself.

A grin broke out on the older man’s face. “I’d be honoured to have you in the family, son.”

Garreth stood, shaking your father’s hand again. He pulled his future son-in-law into a hug. “Thank you, sir. I know it’ll mean a lot to MC to have your blessing,” Garreth said.

Your dad clapped a hand on his shoulder. “Well, it means a lot to me that you care for her so deeply,” he replied. “You’re a good man, Garreth. Even if you were a bit of a scamp at school.” He winked.

Garreth’s cheeks flushed. “Yes, well, I’ve come to have a certain respect for the rules these days.”

Your dad chuckled. “That’s good to hear,” he said. “I got into my fair share of trouble at Hogwarts back in my day. And I know my daughter took after me.”

Garreth laughed. “She certainly has an adventurous spirit.”

Your dad shared some stories about the hijinks he’d gotten up to in school as they shared a meal. Garreth was glad he’d gotten the asking done before eating, as his stomach settled considerably. He couldn’t wait to tell you that your dad gave his blessing. More than that, he couldn’t wait to propose. But, most of all, he couldn’t wait to finally make you his wife like he swore he would years ago.

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Like Rabbits | Garreth x f!MC

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Did someone mention Weasley?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"My mistake."

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

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

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

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

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

The implications hit you like lightning.

Copious procreation.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"That's better..."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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“It’s too much” second sneak peek (Garreth x F!MC x Sebastian)

Well hello again! since the smut is getting too long... I've decided to post another quick peek of it, don't worry, I'll post the whole one shot soon, I'm just a little occupied with my college assignments ;(

However, here I am again to fulfill part of your mischievous imagination! Without another word, enjoy the reading!

WARNING: ALL UNDERAGE CHARACTERS ARE AGED UP!

The following one shot has: fingering / M oral receiving / dirty talk / threesome

"Oh ffffff-- ah!" It felt like an explosion. His body trembled and his chest went up and down quickly for a small second. He cleared his throat, the warm sensation her mouth caused around his shaft was indescribable. 

"There you go..." The redhead said, pushing her head slowly so she could take the tip. She felt the tip brush against her tongue and then slid a bit more deep. They waited for a couple of seconds, admiring the sigh of her kneeled down, her cheeks red and her mouth open, taking Sebastian.  Garreth pushed her head slightly deep again, and then pulled back, guiding her movements.

"That's it darling... Sweet and slow... no rush" The voice of the redhead only made the effects of the potion go wilder. She closed her eyes embarrassed, her nose captured the male scent coming from the Brunette's skin, suffocating her... but it didn't feel disgusting or unpleasant... it felt more like fuel for her arousal. "How does it feel, Sebastian?

"G-good... fucking--aah… great…" His sounds were more groans than words. His eyes were closed too, his mind focused on the sensation that crashed each time her tongue brushed his tip. His hand kept the grip on his base while her mouth kept moving back and forth on his tip. The thumb of his other hand caressing her cheek, feeling the muscles of her jaw react to his size. Garreth chuckled hearing the sounds Sebastian made. 

"W-what's so funny Weasley?" Asked Sebastian while a sigh escaped from his lips. Her tongue moved slowly around his tip, it was like a shy movement. It was difficult for her to keep her mouth too open, trying not to hurt him. A small but deep groan escapes from Sebastian.

"That" Said The redhead with a small playful smirk "I'm not sure if I will be able to meet your gaze again after this" his joke managed to cause a lazy chuckle from Sebastian.

"Don't ruin the ambience" Sebastian said and fixed his concentration back to her mouth.

"Now... where were we?" Garreth said, guiding his glare down to her "Open your pretty mouth a little wider..." She managed to groan an objection, she wasn't sure if she could open more.

"Oh no princess, Sebastian said he wanted you full of him... You don't want to disappoint him, don't you?" His fingers played with her hair strings, relaxing her breathing and the rushed second thoughts on her head. Sebastian opened his eyes, noticing her struggle to open her mouth wider. She looked up at him, and for a second she could feel his manhood become harder, he seemed to like the view, however, she noticed a concerned look on his eyes.

"Can you do it, darling?... Or do you need help?" Sebastian's deep voice made her pupils go dilated and a warm sensation formed in her lower tummy. Garreth raised an eyebrow, interested in Sebastian's question. She groaned slightly, a pleading sound that tickled his member, making him bite his lip. She attempted to pull away from his tip to answer, but Garreth kept her head steady.

"Just nod if you need help" Whispered the Brunette, his piercing glare waiting for her to answer. Shyly she nodded, her glare kept fixed on his brown eyes. A tiny smirk formed on Sebastian's expression.

"Very well... Garreth, keep pushing her head, just let me..." The brunette's hand resting on her cheek moved down to hold her chin with his fingers. "there..." He felt how a surprised whimper attempted to escape from her when he slightly pulled her chin down, forcing her mouth to open a tiny bit wider. "There you go my darling..." An uncomfortable groan made its presence in the room.  "I know darling... It hurts, but you'll get used to it" Sebastian tried to calm her, then nodded at Garreth so he could proceed. 

Garreth smirked and started to push her head towards Sebastian again. His fingers tangled in her soft hair, making sure he wouldn't hurt her but still forcing her to go deep. Her tongue moved again, first rubbing his tip shyly, then going around the part of his base inside her mouth.

"T-that's it... That's it, darling" 

 A pained sound came out of her when Sebastian's grip on her chin went harder. He immediately softened his grip and Garreth stopped forcing her head, but keeping Sebastian inside of her.

"Did I hurt you?" Asked Sebastian, his tone between frustration and concern. He guided her glare back up to him.

"Are you alright?" Asked Garreth, his tone similar to Sebastian's. 

Was she alright? No, she was frustrated, needy, confused, excited, angry, and flustered. Her chest going up and down, her mouth still forced open with Sebastian's grip, her body fully naked and warm. Her body was screaming for something she pretended she didn't know. His manhood half way into her mouth, she could taste the saltiness of a few drops of pre-cum that slid into her tongue.

"Darling... I know it's too much" Said Garreth. kneeling in one leg so one of his hands could caressed her waist. "But--"

"We won't stop" Said Sebastian, interrupting Garreth. Suddenly Sebastian's tone was more serious and desperate. "And we know your body wish this too... don't deny it" His grip kept her head in place, so he could keep his brown eyes on her. "So just let us free you from that painful feeling... let us see that nasty little side of yours" 

His dirty words made her try to swallow, but the invasion of his shaft on her mouth made it difficult. "Let us hear you moan ours names tonight... touch you where no one else have" Suddenly the hand that Garreth used to stroke her waist went slowly around, meeting her tummy. 

"Please you until you can't even say a simple word..." Garreth's hand went slowly down, his fingers meeting her pubic hair, he was so close to her that he could smell his cologne mixed with his sweat again. Her chest went up and down faster, yet she didn't move a single muscle. 

"Be so deep inside of you until your sweet tears go down your cheeks..." His hand went a little more down until it met the warm wetness she still had, causing a sound that made Sebastian's manhood still hard. 

"Fill your sweet little hole until our seed drips down between your thighs..." A little whimper was heard from her when Sebastian's dirty words mixed with the feeling of Garreth's fingers looking for something between her folds, making wet sounds each time his fingers brushed certain places. She closed her eyes, the piercing glare of Sebastian was making everything else too difficult. The other hand of Garreth was still tangled in her hair, even if he was tired of being in this position, he loved how she rubbed her back against his chest, attempting to free from this delicious torture. 

"You know what I'm thinking, Sebastian?" Suddenly Garreth spoke, his voice close to her ear. He pushed her head again, and Sebastian pulled her chin to force her mouth open.

“Mmmhhhh!”

"What is it?" 

"Maybe she also wants us to fill her in other places..." Sebastian's eyes met a second with Garreth and a little smirk formed on his bruised lips. 

"Mmmh-mmhh!" Her attempt to object to Garreth's comment was useless, but it did cause Sebastian's legs to slightly tremble. 

"Hmm? what is it darling?" Teased Sebastian, Garreth guided her head back and forth on his shaft, the wetness of her mouth soaked his skin. "Anything to say?..." She could've given him an angry glare, or a pleading expression, but instead her body jumped slightly when Garreth fingers found her clit, quickly sending a shock around her legs and stomach, almost making her bite Sebastian.

"Easy... stay still..." Garreth whispered. His fingers teased her button, putting the tip of his index finger on it, pressing it slightly so that it almost didn't touch it, and then made slow circles on it. 

"Mmmhhh!---" The sudden feeling of Sebastian's tip passing her tongue made her sound hush in a second. Garreth was pushing her head again, making her feel Sebastian go deeper into her mouth, then he pulled her back, Sebastian could see the soaked part of his shaft when it withdrew from her lips, then she was forced to take his shaft again, producing wet sounds in the room.

The redhead index finger stopped teasing her and pressed a little harder. "You know Garreth... I think she could handle it" Garreth looked at Sebastian in confusion, his finger starting to rub in slow circles. "She could handle what?"

"Us... invading her at the same time..."

"You think? I don't know... she seems tired, though she's still sucking you..." Then he pushed her head slightly further.  "and this little button here is very hard" He rubbed only his fingertip again. "Do you think she could handle two cocks inside of her?"

“MMHHH!”

"I'm very sure she will" Sebastian teased, his breath shaky due to the sensation of her saliva soaking his member. 

Suddenly she gagged when Sebastian's tip went too further, hitting her uvula, making her body shake and trying to withdraw from his erection. Her nose hit the fingers that were holding his base. “F-Fuck!” Sebastian yelled, gritting his teeth. Garreth quickly guided her head back until Sebastian's member slid out of her mouth with a gasp, a saliva string still connecting her tongue with his skin that broke easily. Deep and loud breaths came out of her, her voice sounding broken. 

"Too much, darling?" Said the brunette. Stroking the skin of her cheeks. 

"Aa-aaah!" 

The fingers of the redhead still played with her button, this time passing from her clit to her hole, collecting the wetness that was dripping from it. 

“G-Ga–!”

“Shhh… Sebastian is asking you a question” Sebastian forced his grip, keeping her head steady so she would face his eyes. “Is not very polite ignoring him, don’t you think sweetheart?” 

“Aa-aah! St–stop!”

“Is that really what you want?” Asked Sebastian. Garreth rested his chin on her shoulder and slowly slipped his finger tip into her hole. He cleared his throat when the warm sticky fluids welcomed him, pressing hard around his finger. A gasp mixed with a moan came out of her, Sebastian moved his hand to grab her neck, feeling the muscles of her neck tense. Her body didn’t struggle, but she felt uncomfortable being forced by them to not move from her place. “You don’t have to answer… but please” Garreth brought his index finger to his mouth, lubricating it with his saliva and tasting her, sliding his finger tip into hi tongue, then he t  brought it back between her legs, and this time he entered, but it was fast, invading her virginal walls with a quick thrust but not entering completely. “Stop asking us to stop… you are only forcing us to go further”

“I-I…I c-can’t” Her mind was conflicted. 

“Fuck… darling… your sweet little place… is all warm for us… so wet” Garreth whispered, starting to move his finger back and forth, and thanks to the perspective and position of his hand, he managed to rub her pearl each time his finger went out. 

“Please darling… we want to hear you beg for it…” This time the redhead spoke. biting her the skin of her shoulder. 

Have a good day, or a sweet night~

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[ashisgreedy]

Professor Garreth Weasley x Female!MC

"A Potion Of You"

Tags|Contains: SFW | Fluff | Aged-up Adult chars like 21+ish | Old crushes die hard | Mutual Pining |

Word Count: 3,500 |Ch 2|

Chapter 1

The Three Broomsticks was more crowded than ever. She made her way into the bar, dodging and weaving people as she did. Her eyes scanned the patrons and landed on a familiar face.

“It’s been a while.” Sirona greeted her with a warm smile.

Her shoulders relaxed at the welcome sight. “Yes, it has.” She returned the smile, pulling Sirona into a friendly hug. 

It was warmer inside than it had been out in the cool night air. She welcomed the change of atmosphere, feeling the tip of her nose begin to thaw. 

“I didn’t think I’d see so many old faces in one night.” Sirona walked around the bar and waved her wand at the keg. “First round of butterbeer is on me.”

“Thank you.” She took a seat on the closest empty stool. “You said you saw other familiar faces here already. Do you know where they’ve gone? I’m supposed to be meeting up with some old friends but I’m a bit late.” 

She glanced around again but didn’t see anyone she immediately recognized. She figured everyone she used to know may all look much different anyway. They were older and more mature-looking now that they were proper adults and not children going through a slew of puberty symptoms. Regretfully, it had been years since she had last seen any of her Hogwarts friends. It’s not that she didn’t want to keep in touch. She did. But, her desire for adventure took her farther from the castle than she’d ever imagined. 

Her whole trip to Hogsmeade was a desperate attempt at seeking new opportunities. She wasn’t strapped for cash, but she was growing crazed for something new. The adventures she had as an adult were much less fun than when she was a teen. She grew bored of the humdrum and wondered if it would always be like that. 

When Amit saw her walking around town earlier in the day, she was promptly invited to the bar for drinks. Amit said a few others were in town for the weekend as well and that they should all meet up again for old-time's sake. It piqued her interest, of course. She wondered what everyone else was doing with their lives. She thought she could take some inspiration and find something she was passionate about like Amit had done.

She took a big swig of her butterbeer but she stopped when she felt a tap on her shoulder.

“Hey, stranger!” Amit greeted. He patted her on the back a couple of times boasting a huge grin. “I’ve been keeping an eye on the door to make sure I didn’t miss your entrance!” He shouted over the growing volume of the crowd.

“It’s good to see you again, Amit! Sorry, I am late. I got caught up chatting with the vendor up the road.” 

Chatting was one way of putting it. Truthfully, she was prying to see if there were any odd jobs she could take. A missing item? A recent troll attack? A possible kidnapping of a precious family pet?? Even if the task was small she was willing to pounce on it, as pathetic as she thought that might be. 

“Not to worry!” He laughed. “Oh! Can we get another round please?” He gestured to Sirona.

Sirona nodded, pointing her wand toward the keg. Amit pointed up the stairs. “Want to come join us? We’re just up the stairs on the first landing!” He swayed as he pointed. 

“Amit, are you sure you don’t need a glass of water or something instead?” She teased, grabbing her things as she stood. 

“OH! Come on! When do you think I will get to celebrate like this again so soon?! It’s good to see some old friends!” 

She followed closely behind him as he ventured back up the stairs. She wasn’t too sure who exactly would be joining them and found herself quite curious suddenly. 

“I want you to know that I had full confidence you would be joining us tonight! Unlike some people...” Amit squinted at Leander in acquisition. 

When he stepped out of the way she was able to see the ragtag group Amit had managed to wrangle. Her eyes scanned left to right waving and smiling at everyone. Her gaze stopped on another familiar face and she froze. 

“H-hey!” He stood, flame-red hair a bit longer than she remembered. His shoulders were broader and his face was more defined, angular. “You made it!” Garreth walked over to her and stood in disbelief. She wondered if he was going to hug her, but he remained at a respectful distance.  

“Hello, Garreth! It’s been a while since I last saw you. I don’t remember you being so…” handsome “...tall.” 

“Ah, yeah” he laughed, foregoing the idea of hugging her after all. “That tends to happen when you get older.” He looked over at Leander. “For some of us.” 

“Hey! I’m average height!” Leander balked. 

“Please, sit with us!” A brown-haired woman gestured. She recognized her face but couldn’t put a name to it.

“Yes, thank you… uh.” 

“Violet!” 

“Thank you, Violet.” 

Garreth ran his fingers through his hair and pulled out the nearest chair. “Yes, please have a seat.” He waited until she sat before he moved back to sit across from her. 

She settled in while he took a huge swig of his drink, banging the empty mug down onto the table when he was done. Garreth’s maroon tie was already loose and the top button of his cream shirt was undone. She drank in the sight of him, noting all the subtle changes since she last saw him. It was much warmer on the second floor of the bar. Everyone else's coat was already hanging off the backs of their chairs and their scarfs were removed. 

“Here you are.” Sirona came up behind them. She began to set fresh mugs in the center of their table. 

There were five of them now, all sitting together around a large rectangular table. Amit set to her right while Garreth and Leander sat directly in front of her. Leander was seated between Garreth and Violet. 

“What round are you guys on?” She asked, realizing just how flushed everyone looked. Amit was giggling at something Leander whispered. 

“What does it matter!” He threw his hands into the air. 

“One too many.” Garreth teased, pulling Amit’s new mug away. 

“Hey! Give that back!” He stood and reached after his butterbeer. 

Leander stood, held out his hand, and made sure Amit didn’t fall forward onto the table. “Maybe some peanuts for the table?” He suggested to Violet. 

“Yes, let me go see if there’s a bowl nearby.” She stood, smiling at the guy's antics. 

Everyone already seemed to be in such a good mood. She hoped it would rub off on her. She couldn’t shake the antsy feeling. Even now, back at her old stomping grounds, she was restless. Years ago, this place would have been a respite from all the activities she was always doing. Now, it WAS the adventure. 

Garreth leaned toward her and spoke in a low tone. “I think he was here for a while before we got here.” Angling his eyes to Amit. 

Leander nodded. “Much earlier.” He joined in a low tone. “He’s on the verge of getting tossed out of here.” He jested.

Amit settled back into his chair when Violet brought over the bowl of nuts. “So!” Amit began, slurring a bit. “What have YOU been up to these past few years.” He clapped his hands together, narrowly knocking over the bowl. Violet caught it just in time. 

She cleared her throat. “Me? Um,” She scoured her mind for anything in her life that sounded even remotely interesting. 

“Yes! What have you been up to?” Garreth added. “I feel like I haven’t seen you in ages.” 

“Your hair is longer.” Leander pointed out. 

“I keep it shorter now than how I had it in school.” 

Leander squinted. “Then you style it differently… or something?” He guessed, tossing back a handful of peanuts.

Garreth shook his head with a sigh. His smile was contagious and she found herself grinning too. 

“Do you work at the ministry? Or do you have your own shop?” Garreth pressed eagerly. 

“Well, no. I mean, I did work at the ministry briefly.” Very briefly… barely 3 days. She wondered how many of her jobs she should raddle off. “And, I helped out at a shop near where I live for a bit.” One time. “But, right now I mostly do odd jobs here and there.” She rubbed her hands on her legs. Her palms had begun to sweat. 

Garreth nodded thoughtfully. “You haven’t found anything you want to stick with yet?”

“Not yet.” She pressed her lips together. She took a large sip of her butterbeer and used her finger to wipe away any foam. “What do you do?”

Garreth smiled and began “Well, I-”

“He's a big shot professor now!” Amit blurted out.

“Oh?” She looked back at him with an impressed look. 

“Yep!” Leander clapped Garreth on the back. “He’s the potions professor now.” His eyes held a prideful glint for his friend. “I know, shocker.”

“That’s impressive, Garreth! How do you like it?” She asked, leaning in with interest.  

Garreth shook off Leander's hand from his shoulder and grabbed a fresh mug from the center. 

“I love it!” His leg hit hers under the table and he sat up straight. “Sorry,”

“It’s alright.” She smiled, waving him off. “Tell us how you landed that position.” She sat back and took another drink of her beer. 

“Connections!” Leander blurted. “Luck! Possibly even liquid luck!” 

“Shut it, Leander.” Violet quipped, tossing a peanut at him. “Just because you needed liquid luck to get your job at the ministry doesn’t mean everyone else needs it.” 

Leander fished for the nut Violet had tossed at him and ate it straight away. 

“Connections or not, Garreth is a very talented potions master now!” Amit spoke up. He had begun to sink into his chair while his eyes drooped. 

“Oh really?” She met Garreth’s emerald eyes. 

“If you can believe it.” He smiled kindly and held her stare. She could swear she saw his face redden a bit. 

Garreth was always chipper in school no matter the circumstances. Now was no different. It seemed like he’d always have a cheerful air. That was why she always gravitated toward him during their school years. Even on the hardest days, she knew he would lighten the mood and her spirits. 

“I believe it. I am so happy for you.” She leaned forward toward him and Garreth mirrored her. 

“I could give you a tour of my classroom sometime. If, I mean, If you are going to stick around for another day.” Garreth’s eyes glittered as he smiled.

“Oh.” She pushed her hair behind her ear. “I’m not sure how long I’ll be here.”

“Of course.” He sat back up. “I didn’t mean to impose or-”

“No, no! You didn’t. I would love to see your classroom. I just hadn’t thought about where I’d stay.”

Garreth leaned back in, smiling brightly again. “I’m sure Sirona could set you up with a room tonight.”

“This is so cute.” Amit sighed. “I still ship it.” 

“What?” She snapped her head toward Amit and pinched her brows in confusion.

“Amit.” Garreth spoke his name sternly. She wondered if he used the same tone with his students when they acted out in his class. 

“Bah!” He waved his hand. “It was years ago!” 

“What was?” She inquired. 

“Nothing- Amit!” Garreth spoke over Amit as he began to ramble.

“Garreth used to be so hopelessly in love with you.” Amit sighed, clutching at his heart. “It was so cute listening to him go on and on about if he should ask you out or confess to you. He had so many plans to ask you on a date and not one time did he follow through.” Amit laughed. 

Leander nodded in agreement.

“Amit that's enough.” Garreth glared at Amit, desperation in his tone. 

“I had… no idea.” She kept her gaze down and readjusted in her seat. Her foot hit Garreth’s knee as she tried to cross her legs. 

“We always begged him to just ask you out already,” Leander added. “He was so annoying about it.”

“Please.” Garreth’s voice was quiet.  

“I think that's enough, you two.” Violet pushed the bowl of peanuts toward Amit. 

“Yes yes, sorry. But that was ages ago” Amit began. “I just thought it had been long enough that we could talk about it openly.” Amit gestured widely at the table. 

There was a beat of silence. 

“If you don’t mind, I am going to get some fresh air.” She stood, smoothing her skirt down. 

Garreth buried his face in his hands. 

“I’ll go with you,” Violet added. 

“No, no. it's okay. It’s just getting a bit stuffy in here.” She turned toward the stairs. Her steps picked up speed the farther she went. 

The night air blasted her face and she could feel the hot blush that had been crawling up to her ears. Despite it being Garreth that everyone teased, she felt just as flustered. 

She took deep breaths, allowing the cool air to fill her lungs all the way before she exhaled. 

It had been so long since she thought about how she felt back then. She and Garreth were inseparable their last few years at Hogwarts. She always suspected that he might have a thing for her, especially when he always had some kind of gift to give her. But, when he never pursued her, she let it go. She chalked it up to it just being a personality trait of his, being flirty and kind. Even if he was just that way toward her and no one else. 

She crossed her arms and moved out of the way of the door to let people pass. A pang of regret radiated through her. Maybe she should have been the one to speak up while they were in school. Maybe then she wouldn’t have had to go stag to the yule ball. Her eyes began to sting as she stared up at the starry sky.

“Can I join you out here?” Garreth’s voice came from behind her. 

She tore her eyes from the sky to where the voice came from. He had fixed his tie and put his coat back on. 

“Of course, you can join me.” She shot him a small smile. 

“I hope that wasn’t too uncomfortable…” He rubbed his hands together. “I’m sorry for… all that.” 

“No, it’s fine, Gar.” His years-old nickname felt so natural rolling off her tongue despite it not being used in quite some time. 

“I want to make sure you are okay…” 

She nodded. “Thank you. I’m okay.”

“You got out of there pretty fast.” His smile faltered. “I felt the same. I’ve never wished for an invisibility potion more in my life.” His laugh sounded strained. 

“Oh? The new potion master doesn’t have every potion on him at all times?” She quipped, finding a bench to sit on. She looked over at him thoughtfully and then pat the seat next to her. Garreth quickly obliged. 

“That’s a great idea. I'll keep a bottomless bag of all my potions from now on. You never know when you might need them.”

She smiled as she looked down, digging her toes into the gravel. “Was it true?”

Garreth was silent. 

“Was any of it true?” She pressed again. “Did you really like me all those years?” 

He didn’t answer right away. He blew warm air into his cupped hands then fished through his pockets. “Is it okay if it is?”

“Garreth.”

He sighed, slipping gloves onto his hands. “It’s true… I’m sorry if that makes you uncomfortable. I never wanted you to feel that way around me.” 

“All those years? You liked me all those years and you said nothing?” 

His head dropped. Garreth licked his lips and nodded.  “I didn’t want to lose you… you were my best friend. I-”

The alcohol she’d downed earlier began to tingle in her head. She willed the butterbeer to help her calm down. She didn’t think she could handle her heart hammering any faster than it already was. 

“I had the biggest crush on you.” She rubbed her temples. Getting everything out in the air would be best. If this went south, It’s not like she lived here and she was going to bump into him again. She would get it out of her system at least. It was only fair since his dirty laundry was already aired. 

Garreth’s face lit up. “You did?!”

“I did. And, I always wondered if you felt the same way…” She clasped her hands together. “I mean I thought you felt the same… sometimes. But then you’d pull away again and I would be left confused.” 

A smile crossed Garreth’s face. 

“Did you doodle my name in your notebook?” He teased, relaxing more in his seat.

“Shut up.” She laughed, pushing his arm. “No, I didn’t.” 

“Liar.” He smiled so wide, his whole face lit up. “Well, that's too bad then.” 

“What is?” 

“It’s too little, too late. Right?” He put his hands behind his head and stretched.

“No... No. It’s not. Is it?” 

“It’s not?”

She shook her head. 

Garreth leaned closer to her. “So, if I asked you on a date tomorrow night, you would say yes?” 

“A date?” She searched his face to see if he was being serious. 

She studied him for a moment, bathed in the yellow glow of the lantern street light. Her eyes followed the curve of his ginger lashes as they curled upward, pointing to his well-kept brows. She noticed how the freckles closest to the center of his face were slightly bigger than the ones on the outskirts.

“Would you like to go on a date with me tomorrow night?” He spoke in a low tone. Not a hint of mischief in his words.

When she realized he was being serious, she nodded affirmatively. “I would love that.” 

Garreth returned her smile as a blush rushed across his cheeks. “I am so happy right now, wow.” He laughed. 

“Where are we going on our date?”

“Hmm,” He tapped his chin. ”May I keep it as a surprise?” 

“Sure. I’m fine with it being a surprise. Just let me know what kind of outfit I need to wear. I don’t want to wear heels if you’re taking me on a hike.” 

“Deal!” He agreed. “I’ll send you an owl first thing in the morning.” 

They sat for a moment in comfortable silence, gazing at each other. 

“This feels like a dream.” He reached over for her hand. 

She reached out, palm up, and accepted the gesture. 

“I can’t believe you liked me for so long and didn’t say anything.” She teasingly shook her head in disbelief. 

“I know. I was so stupid.” Garreth laughed. “I mean, if I knew what I know now, I would have asked you out ages ago. But…”

Her brows perked up as he fell silent. “But, what?” 

“I’m kind of glad we didn’t get together in school.” He rubbed his gloved fingers over the back of her hand.

“Why’s that?” 

“Because statistically speaking… we might not have still been together.”

“I see.” She leaned in closer to him, watching him trace the lines of her hand. The buzz from the beer had spread throughout her body. She felt warm under her winter coat.

Patrons continued to walk into the three broomsticks despite how late it was getting. 

“This place is pretty lively nowadays, huh?” She wondered out loud. 

“It really is. I think the population in the area has gone up a lot since we were in school. A lot more houses have been built.” Garreth bit his lip and dropped his gaze. Another group walked past them, laughing as they entered the building. “Would you like to go back inside with me?” Garreth asked. “Despite what happened at the end there, I was really enjoying catching up with everyone.” 

“Me too.” She nodded. “Yeah, I’ll go back in with you.” 

“Awesome! We will just make sure Amit and Leander are cut off for the rest of the night.” Garreth stood and offered her his arm. 

She laughed with him, linking her arm with his. “Deal.” 

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A|N: I saw lil-grem-draws post about Professor Garreth and was obsessed with the concept!

Also, HI I'm AshWren! This is my first fic in almost 4 years. I forgot how much fun it is to write!

Thank you for reading!

Read Ch 2 here.

#garreth weasley #garreth weasley x reader #garreth weasley fanfic #my writing

[eternalremorse]

Garreth Weasley being jealous of MC’s ice cream

Happy Weasley Wednesday! This week’s theme is “hot” as voted for on Discord. I haven’t had the time to write a fic for this one, so I decided to do a silly little drabble. I hope you like it! :)

🔞 The characters in this story are set as 18+ - MDNI 🔞

Word Count: 200+

Pairing: Garreth Weasley x GN!MC (house not specified)

Warnings: Implied smut

Garreth: *sitting with MC, Sebastian, Ominis, Leander, Natty and Poppy under the shade of a tree on a particularly hot summer’s day*

MC: *casually licking at their ice cream that was quickly melting in the heat*

Garreth: *stares at MC with their frozen treat and bites his lip* Will you lick me like that when you’re finished?

MC: *immediately stops mid-lick and looks at Garreth. Sebastian, Ominis, Leander, Natty and Poppy also stare at him in surprise and confusion*

Garreth: *pauses* I said that out loud, didn’t I? *he gulps*

Leander: *rolls his eyes* Yes you did, mate.

MC: *blushes and looks at their ice cream which is now dripping down their hand* Shit! *licks from their hand all the way back up to their ice cream*

Garreth: Merlin what I wouldn’t give to be that ice cream right now…

Natty, Poppy: Garreth!!

Sebastian, Ominis: *tries and fails to hold back their laughter*

Leander: *looks at Garreth in disbelief* Mate, seriously? Act like a gentleman!

MC: *sits in silence for a moment, then smirks* Maybe you’ll get lucky if you do my potions homework this week *winks at Garreth as they take a purposefully long lick*

Sebastian, Ominis, Leander, Natty, Poppy: *gasps, their eyes wide with horror*

Garreth: *stunned silence, then smirks at MC* You’re on!

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[pandanscafanfiction]

Laundry Day

Pairing: Sebastian Sallow/Garreth Weasley

Rating: E for Explicit

Summary: Garreth is horrified to discover an ill-timed new kink when Sebastian walks into potions wearing a kilt.

Sebastian is in absolute denial when he discovers a new emotion simmering in the pit of his heart each time Garreth looks to him like he's the buffet in the Great Hall.

Ominis is weary to say he told them so... But he will.

Tags/Warnings (So Far): Teasing, Cock Tease, Strangers to Lovers, Kilts, Awkward Sexual Situations, Awkward Boners, Flirting, Thigh Kink, Internal Conflict, Heavy Petting, Edgeplay, Hickeys, Possessive Behavior, First Time Blow Jobs, Mildly Dubious Consent, Dubiously Consensual Blow Jobs, Feelings Realization, Denial of Feelings, Self-Denial, Boys in Skirts, Foot Jobs, Thigh jobs

Status: In Progress (Chapter 1 of 2 now up)

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[bloofinntoona]

Polyjuice Shenanigans: Part I

Word Count: 1.5 k

Themes: fluff, kinda funny me thinks, sebastian sallowxf!reader, garreth weasleyxominis gaunt

Summary: sebastian and garreth drank a potion that made them swap bodies - chaos ensues.

A/N: A little cheat sheet so it's not confusing: if I put single quotation mark on a character, it means they are acting in their swapped body. For example: 'Sebastian' means Garreth in Seb's body, vice versa - hope it makes sense!

If Sebastian Sallow had to confess his true feelings, he would easily agree that Garreth Weasley was one of his closest friends in Hogwarts. He didn't go around the school parading his friendship with the redhead though, both of them are known to be absolute troublemakers, so it would be wise to hide their friendship from the professors' prying eyes. It started from a mutually beneficial trade, Sebastian stole a book from the restricted section for an extra mandrake root from Garreth. From then on, they began to exchange knowledge about potions and spells, with casual banters here and there. 

"Psst... Over here, Sallow!" Sebastian looked over his shoulder, spotting a friendly face hiding behind a huge pillar in the Transfiguration Courtyard. Garreth pointed to an empty storage room, motioning Sebastian to follow him. Sebastian rolled his eyes at the mischievous grin Garreth had plastered across his face. He knew that meant trouble.

"This better be worth my time." Sebastian joined the Gryffindor student in the small space, coughing as the dust clogged his nose. 

"Oh, I bet it will!" Garreth beamed, producing two vials filled with glowing blue liquid, "I will cut to the chase, I made a potion that lets people hear others' thoughts. Telepathy, if you will!"

Sebastian furrowed his brows, taking a close look at the suspicious potions, "Okay, and where do I fit in this?"

"Ah, my dear friend Sebastian, you know that telepathy involves two people?" Garreth wiggled his eyebrows, pushing a vial into Sebastian's chest.

"And you want me to drink this with you to test it out?" The chestnut-haired boy took the vial, "Why would I do this?"

Garreth tapped his chin, pretending to think, "Well, remember how I got you that kneazel fur a few weeks ago? Poppy found out that I stole from the bestiary and made me clean mooncalves poop for days - thank you very much!"

Oh, Sebastian just remembered how Garreth smelled absolutely foul, and that he didn't want to ever see mooncalves for the rest of his life. He opened the vial, clinking the glass against Garreth's, who was now smiling widely, "bottoms up."

They both drank the potion at the same time. Sebastian physically gagged at how foul the taste was, perhaps a medley of wet socks and soil, "Merlin's hairy balls, what did you-" Before he could finish his sentence, Sebastian started to feel funny, his visions blurred, but he could feel his hair growing, while the muscle under his skin moved and jolted. He was familiar with this feeling, in fact, he figured that he was transforming into someone else, and the effect of a Polyjuice potion. As his vision started to clear, he almost jumped seeing an exact copy of himself in front of him, the only main difference was that 'Sebastian' was wearing a red Gryffindor robe and uniform.

An apologetic smile formed on 'Sebastian's' face, "I'm sorry?"

"Don't tell me. The base recipe was Polyjuice, wasn't it?"

'Sebastian' nodded, reaching his hand to touch 'Garreth's' cheeks. 'Garreth' slapped the hand away, "Hey, at least you look better now, Sallow." he joked.

"Ha-ha. Funny. Okay, when will this last?" 

'Sebastian' took out his notes, and then his face fell, reading a clear note that the Polyjuice potion will either last for a couple of hours or even a full day. He read the excerpt out loud, eliciting a loud groan from 'Garreth'.

"It will be fine, Sebastian! We finished classes for today. All we need to do is just sleep it off, and I bet we will be alright tomorrow. Just don't get caught." There you have the typical Gryffindor's positivity on display.

'Garreth' nodded, it might not be so terrible after all. And then it dawned on him, he promised Y/N, his girlfriend, to study together for their N.E.W.Ts tonight. He had been pining for the new fifth year for a year and finally mustered the courage to confess his feelings in the middle of the sixth year. Y/N was probably one of the best things that happened to Sebastian after the series of unfortunate events in his life, and in turn, he was very possessive of the girl. It ranged from public displays of affection, and the daggers he shot from his eyes whenever another male student had the decency to flirt with his girlfriend. And with the current situation, Weasley, in his body, would be the one snogging Y/N tonight.

"I promised Y/N to study together tonight..." 'Garreth' muttered under his breath, 'Sebastian' caught that, face now pale with thoughts about being buried six feet deep if he dared to lay a single finger on the girl.

"Sebastian, I promised I will not inappropriately touch Y/N. You have my word, as a Gryffindor, and as a friend." 'Sebastian' tapped 'Garreth's' shoulder. 

The two boys emerged from the dingy storage room in their proper attire, after swapping their uniforms hastily. 'Garreth' swept his hair back in annoyance, writing a mental note that he would not grow his hair this long, every part of his face itching. "Act normal." he heard the other boy whisper, trailing him from behind.

"Sure. Let me just harass younger students for potion ingredients." 

'Sebastian' rolled his eyes, "Okay, then I'll just go ahead and brood with my book. What do you read anyways? Erotica?"

As 'Garreth' was about to inflict some sort of pain on the fake Slytherin student, he spotted Y/N in the corner of his eyes, striding towards them.

"Darling-" He immediately covered his mouth, his eyes motioned 'Sebastian' to greet her.

"Ah, my beautiful girlfriend, the butter to my beer, what can I do for you?" 'Sebastian' held his hand to hug Y/N, but he quickly retracted his limbs when 'Garreth's' burning gaze pierced through him. 

Y/N stared at her boyfriend, furrowing her brows at the boy's unusual behavior, "Alright, then." She snaked her arms around his, clinging onto what she thought was Sebastian. 'Garreth' gritted his teeth in annoyance, but he, fortunately, had enough self-control to continue the charade. 

"If you boys are done, I'll steal Sebastian." Y/N chuckled, "he promised to teach me Transfiguration. Merlin, help me I think I'm failing the class."

"I think you're amazing, and you'll definitely ace the class." 'Garreth' muttered with a smile, before panic set in his eyes, realizing that he currently was in a different body.

Y/N was visibly taken aback, 'Sebastian' felt her body tensing, he also knew that if they were in a normal situation, real Sebastian would have chewed him off for flirting with his lover. "Ah, uh," he eyed the fake Garreth in front of him, "Let's get out of here, Y/N!" 'Sebastian' dragged Y/N away from 'Garreth', "Also, remember, Garreth, Leander is waiting for you in the common room!"

'Garreth' whipped his head back, letting out an exasperated groan, Great, he was stuck with Leander while Garreth got to have fun with Y/N. He dragged his feet to Gryffindor's common room, muttering every single cuss known to mankind. 

"Where are we going again?" 'Sebastian' stopped in his tracks, realizing that he dragged off Y/N aimlessly, totally forgetting to ask the real Sebastian where the lovebirds were planning to study. 

"Sebastian, you're acting weird today. Are you sick?" Y/N put her palm against her supposed boyfriend's forehead.

"I'm fine, truly," the cogs started to turn in his brain, thinking of a viable excuse of his understandably odd behavior, "I think the classes today were a bit overwhelming, to be quite honest."

"Makes sense. Professor Bin's class is the worst, I think even Amit fell asleep earlier," she laughed, "Let's just go back to the dorm. I'll ask Ominis to brew one of his posh tea bags."

Hearing Ominis' name, 'Sebastian's' face turned into a light shade of pink. There was a lot to account for being in Sebastian's body, but Garreth completely forgot that he was able to be closer to a certain Slytherin boy he had been harboring a crush for.

At the first glance, one would assume Ominis Gaunt to be an arrogant boy who enjoyed slandering people. Yet the more you knew Ominis, you'd realize that he was a kind soul, genuinely cared for his friends, and his jokes (especially about people that he disliked) were beyond hilarious. It was during one of Sharp's classes, that particular day, they were having a test to brew a vial of Invisibility potion. Garreth was a bright boy, but due to his constant "additions" to his potions, he totally blanked. Although he didn't utter a single word, he felt a nudge on his elbow. The redhead looked at Ominis, who was stationed next to him, the Slytherin leaned in, whispering "By the ghastly smell of your potion, I bet you forgot to add some dittany leaves." Garreth nodded, proceeding with his assignment, actually completing it without any explosions - even Professor Sharp was surprised that Garreth actually didn't mess up.

"Thanks for the help, Ominis, I never thought I would get one from you." Garreth caught the Slytherin after class.

"Weasley, I could sense your panic from miles away. And I'm not looking forward to having my brows burned away from your explosions," he smirked. With that, Garreth felt a lump on his chest that he never felt before. 

Oh dear, this situation has proven to be more difficult than he thought.

A/N: had so much fun writing this! Def will continue this when I have the time soon. :D

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[sallow-tales]

Feather-light Falling – Garreth Weasley x GN!Reader

A/N: Well guys, here it is. Not only the first piece of Hogwarts Legacy fanfiction that I've written, but the first fanfiction I've written in probably 2 years. It's more of a blurb than anything, but I felt incredibly inspired. I'm pretty sure it's gender neutral, but let me know if you catch anything gendered! I hope at least someone likes it

PS: bonus points to anyone who can guess what song inspired me. I tried not to make it obvious.

Word Count: 962

In the crowded pub, Garreth enthusing about his most recent potion venture, it almost feels too good to be true. 

After everything you've been through over the last year, it feels like the world has been waiting with baited breath, for something, anything to happen. It couldn't all be over just like that, could it? 

Anxiety plagued your brain during every spare moment. Every corner you turned around, every darkened room you entered, you half expected to see a dark wizard or goblin on the other side. You couldn't even confide in your normal companions, as your relationship with Ominis and Sebastian was on the rocks after the incident with Uncle Solomon. You'd make it through, you were sure, but you just didn't feel like dumping your problems onto their shoulders, not when they each had so much to worry about on their own.

So when Garreth Weasley of all people approached you, offering his support if you ever needed it, you were considerably more open to the possibility than you'd expected to be.

“Hey, I, uh, I know we aren’t exactly close, but I want you to know that I’m here if you need anything.” His voice was genuine and you could see in his eyes that he saw you struggling. Despite his constant chaos, he’d always been an observant one.

“Thank you Garreth. I appreciate it, I really do.” You smiled politely, expecting that to be the end of the conversation, but then the redhead spoke again.

“Just wanted to make sure you know you’re not alone.” The words were intended to be a closing remark, but they struck a certain chord with you. Alone, that’s how you felt without Professor Fig, without Sebastian and Ominis by your side every moment–you felt alone. In that moment, you realized that you didn’t have to be, at least not right now.

"Actually, would you mind if… Can we just… go to the Three Broomsticks? I could really use a drink."

And thus you found yourself here, entranced with the ginger in front of you against everything you'd ever anticipated.

As you listen to Garreth ramble on, you can’t help but wonder why you hadn’t spent more time with him before. Sure, you’d helped him with a potion mishap on your first day of classes, and then snuck some billywig stings from the Honeydukes cellar when he’d asked, but outside of those few interactions he’d always been someone skirting at the edges of your life; there, but not necessarily of notice. 

Now, he’s there and all you can notice. The spattering of freckles like paint on a canvas, the way he talks with his hands, the quirk to his lips that indicates his sheer excitement at speaking about something he’s passionate about–and actually having someone listen.

Your conversation continues for a while longer and one butterbeer turns into two and then three and you realize that the beverage isn’t the only thing making you feel warm. It’s also the fact that your anxiety isn’t bothering you for the first time in months. It’s the fact that you feel happy and comfortable exactly where you are. It’s a feeling you haven’t known in longer than you can remember.

And as Garreth’s green eyes flick to yours mid sentence, it’s as if everything clicks into place. You’ve been waiting for the other shoe to drop for what feels like forever, and it does– not with the jarring thump you’ve been waiting for, but rather the featherlight touch of a snowflake floating softly to the ground.

There’s laughter and smiles and the urge to lean into him is so strong, but you can’t give in. You won’t let yourself give in. You don’t want to risk ruining this moment so artfully and accidentally created. 

Before you know it, curfew is fast approaching and when you realize the time, you instantly wish you hadn’t. You don’t want the night to end, because you fear that this feeling will end with it. Alas, you don’t particularly have another choice, not once he stands and holds his hand out towards you. It’s an invitation, but by no means an obligation. It holds a lifetime of possibilities–companionship, comfort, and the piece currently missing from your soul. You take it, and he carefully leads the two of you out of the crowded pub. 

The walk back to the castle is as slow as you can manage, and at one point or another his arm ends up draped over your shoulder and yours looped loosely around his waist, and you’re giggling and grinning from ear to ear. As far as you can tell, so is he.

When you step into the still air of the castle, you half expect the haze that’s fallen over the two of you to dissipate, but it doesn’t. A pang of doubt flashes through your mind, wondering if he’s even felt a fragment of the same emotions that have been pulsing through you all evening.

But your gaze meets his and you see the fire within him–not a wild blaze, or even the crackle of a fireplace. It’s the soft flickering of a candle, bright but fragile. It carries the capability to warm you, or to be blown out by a single stray breath.

It’s a look that you’re sure is mirrored in your own eyes.

“Do you think we could possibly do this again sometime? It was really nice spending time with you.” Your words are quiet, timid, barely above a whisper. He hears them anyway and he smiles.

“Of course. Anything for you.”

A soft kiss to his cheek signals your departure, but when you glance over your shoulder at him, you could have sworn you saw that candle behind his eyes burn slightly stronger.

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[rypnami]

Potions Tutor

characters: ominis gaunt x garreth weasley

word count: 1.1k

warnings: none! pure fluff :)

summary: based off the 'oh shit i'm in love with you???' prompts list. ominis has trouble in potions class, and professor sharp has enlisted garreth to help him outside of class. in other words, garreth falls first, ominis falls harder

Things were silent for a few moments as the honey water was added, but it wasn’t an uncomfortable silence by any means. Once added, the next step was to heat it until the concoction turned pink. They sat side by side, a bit closer than usual, and waited.

“Garreth,” Ominis said suddenly. “I’ve got a… proposition, of sorts.”

"I'm listening."

"May I touch your face?"

Garreth had never expected to become friends with Ominis Gaunt. He seemed like such a serious, sometimes outwardly cold person, the exact opposite of who Garreth usually hung around with. 

However, one day several weeks prior, Professor Sharp had asked Garreth to help the other boy outside of potions class, as a tutor of sorts. While he hadn’t exactly jumped at the opportunity, having found Ominis slightly intimidating, Garreth did want to get on Sharp’s good side. Especially after his latest attempt at brewing Fizzing Whiz-Beer had literally blown up in his face. It had left quite a mess in the classroom, as well as one extremely pissed off ex-Auror. 

Things had not gone well at first. Garreth had no idea how to explain measuring ingredients and stirring until the potion turned a certain colour to a person who couldn’t see. Sure, Ominis’ wand helped him ‘see’ to an extent, but not in the way one would need for making potions. Their first session Garreth had tried to help him make a Wiggenweld potion, which had gone so poorly Ominis ended up hexing him and storming out. Garreth had spent that night, and much of the next day, belching up flames in the hospital wing. 

Fortunately, from then on, their tutoring sessions went more smoothly. At the very least, there was no more hexing. The first week or so, the moment the potion was brewed, the two boys went their separate ways with hardly a word. Leander would pester Garreth for details, although he suspected Lee just wanted to find any dirt Ominis may have mentioned about Sebastian. As if they ever discussed anything that wasn’t about their potions. 

As they spent more time together, though, the Slytherin became more relaxed around Garreth, as if he was finally letting his guard down. Ominis was unexpectedly witty, and quite funny. Whenever he wasn’t chasing down Sebastian and Aurelia (which wasn’t nearly as frequent as Garreth would have preferred), they’d begun growing closer.

“Would you believe Duncan Hobhouse’s boggart turned into a puffskein?” Ominis had chuckled, while adding a bit of flobberworm mucus to his cauldron. It turned a bright purple once he’d finished. Over the weeks, he’d become much better at measuring ingredients, using weight and texture rather than sight. He barely needed Garreth’s help in that regard anymore.

Garreth burst out laughing. “Truly? Merlin, I knew he wasn’t the bravest chap around, but a puffskein?” 

Ominis nodded. “I wish I could have seen his face… ah, well.” He continued stirring, and Garreth couldn’t help but admire the way he moved when he was standing over the cauldron, the way the slight muscles in his arms flexed a bit as he did. He was so mesmerised by Ominis' movements that Garreth almost missed the potion turning the right colour.

“You’re done, you’re done!” He said in a rush, gently taking the other boy’s hand and pulling it from the wooden stirring spoon. The potion had become a blood red colour, which meant it was time for the next step. Garreth dropped Ominis’ hand, blushing slightly, and cleared his throat. He tried to pull his mind back to the potion at hand. “Okay.. uhm, right.” He rubbed the back of his neck. “You’ll… want to add more flobberworm mucus now, until it turns orange… uhm, I’ll tell you when.”

“No need,” Ominis said coolly, but not necessarily unkindly. “I’ve got it.” True to his word, he managed to add the perfect amount, and the potion simmered as the liquid within changed colour again. 

“Oh,” Garreth said, eyebrows raised. “Well… excellent job, then. Perfect.”

Ominis turned his head so he was facing the other boy, his foggy blue eyes almost staring directly at Garreth. “Always the tone of surprise,” he joked.

“I- well-” He was very, very glad Ominis couldn’t see how red his face had become. 

The blonde just chuckled and began stirring again. He managed to time it just right, stopping almost the exact moment the liquid turned yellow.

“Wow,” Garreth said softly. “You’ve really improved at this.” 

“I take it that means I got the timing right?” A smile curled at the corners of his lips, and if Garreth didn’t know better, he would’ve sworn a tinge of pink crept up his cheeks. It was probably just their proximity to a burning hot cauldron, he reasoned with himself. He nodded, forgetting briefly that Ominis couldn’t see the sign of affirmation, and cleared his throat.

“Ahem. So. Next step. That is…” He trailed off, allowing Ominis to finish the sentence. 

“Add drops of honey water until it turns turquoise,” Ominis recited dutifully. He picked up the vial, running a finger along the label. After the first week of helping Ominis, Garreth had noticed how frustrated he would become when he couldn’t tell which bottle held which ingredient. It took him hours, but Garreth had labelled each bottle in braille, something that the other boy had been thanking him for excessively ever since. 

Things were silent for a few moments as the honey water was added, but it wasn’t an uncomfortable silence by any means. Once added, the next step was to heat it until the concoction turned pink. They sat side by side, a bit closer than usual, and waited.

“Garreth,” Ominis said suddenly. “I’ve got a… proposition, of sorts.”

“I’m listening.”

“May I touch your face?” 

Garreth startled at that, turning towards his companion. “I- what?”

“Ah, forgive me for asking. My wand only allows me to ‘see’ so much. I find it easier to touch peoples’ faces, to get a better idea of what they look like. I apologise, it was improper to ask while we’re in the middle of something.” He shook his head, looking slightly embarrassed. 

“No, no, it’s alright,” Garreth interjected. “I suppose… we have a while until it’s ready for the last ingredients.”

“If you’re sure it’s alright,” he said, before reaching up and gently running his fingers along Garreth’s face. He scarcely breathed as Ominis’ pale, slender fingers ghosted along his cheekbones, the bridge of his nose… he felt his heart thrum almost painfully fast in his chest while Ominis’ thumb brushed over his lips. There was something so delicate, and almost elegant about the way his fingers touched Garreth’s face.

The potion had long since turned the proper colour, but neither boy was paying attention anymore. Ominis’ hands had strayed from Garreth’s face and now were running ever so gently through his messy ginger curls. Garreth rested his hands on Ominis’ shoulders, realising just how much closer they had become.

“Garreth,” Ominis murmured, his typically soft voice even quieter the closer their faces became. One of his fingers ran across his lips again. “Could I-”

“Yes,” he breathed. In the next instant, Ominis pressed his lips to Garreth’s, the potion all but forgotten.

They could always make a new one later, anyway.

i hope anyone who read this enjoyed! i had a lot of fun writing this... garreth is just so soft

#hogwarts legacy #hp fandom #ominis gaunt #garreth weasley #sebastian sallow #leander prewett #aurelia drusus #garreth weasley fanfic #garrinis #garrinis fic

[thenerdykneazle]

Sweet Dreams

Summary: You lose track of time showing Garreth around the Room of Requirement and end up staying out past curfew. The room provides a place for you to spend the night. Unfortunately, it only provides one bed.

HL events took place in sixth year for this story to age up the characters.

Garreth Weasley x F!MC

Warnings: 18+, explicit sexual content, 7th year, aged-up characters, one bed trope, wet dreams (including piv), fingering, oral sex (both male and female receiving)

Word count: 8737

You had decided to show Garreth the Room of Requirement. It only seemed right given that his aunt was the one who had shown it to you in the first place. Plus, you had to share the secret with someone or you were going to burst from the pressure of it. You were too busy to dwell on it last year, but now it was at the forefront of your mind. So, who better to pick to tell than your best friend? You ran back to the common room that cool Saturday morning after breakfast. Luckily, you found Garreth already waiting for you by the fireplace.

“I got your owl,” he said cheerfully. “What’s this secret you want to share?”

You gave him a conspiratorial look. “I can’t tell you here. Come on, I’ll show you,” you said.

There was an excited glint in his eyes, but there was also worry in them. “You’re not leading me into some spider’s nest the forbidden forest again, are you?”

You rolled your eyes and crossed your arms over your chest. It was one time, and he had never let it go. “No, but if you don’t want to come, you’re welcome to stay here,” you said.

“No, I want to come!” he insisted, looking even more afraid at the idea of being left out.

“Then let’s go,” you said rather petulantly. You were excited to finally show Garreth the room, and you had no patience for more delays.

You grabbed Garreth’s hand and dragged him out of the portrait hole. To Garreth’s dismay, you dropped his hand once you were standing in front of the fat lady’s portrait. You set off, practically speedwalking down the corridors. Garreth’s mind sped along with your steps as he tried to guess where you might be taking him and what your secret could be. His confusion grew as you ascended the astronomy tower.

You were grinning madly at him when you halted in front of an image of trolls. Both of you were panting a bit from the numerous stairs you had just ascended. Garreth’s eyes flitted around the tapestry, looking for some clue as to what you were up to.

“Prepare yourself,” you said ambiguously.

Garreth’s heart was racing even more than it had been from jogging up those steps. How was he supposed to prepare when he had no idea what was happening? As he had the thought, a noise behind him caught his attention. It sounded like metal scraping stone. He whirled around to see a door forming in the previously blank wall. He stared at it wide-eyed before glancing to you and back again.

You just smiled even wider at him. You grabbed his hand again and pulled him into the newly materialized room. Garreth was in awe as soon as he stepped inside. You showed him your plants, your loom, and each of the four vivaria. You spent hours playing with puffskeins, nifflers, and kneazles. You were especially amused when a niffler tried to nick a bottle of a glittering silver potion off of Garreth.

You introduced him to Highwing and Caligo, and you went for a flight around the indoor forest. Then you introduced him to Sepulchria and the other thestrals in the swamp vivarium. He couldn’t see them, but he enjoyed meeting them all the same. Sepulchria was rather fond of him, giving him a lick up the side of his head that made his already dishevelled hair stick up on end. You helped him smooth it back down.

You both missed lunch entirely, but you ran down to the Great Hall to wolf down dinner before rushing back to the Room of Requirement. You showed Garreth the beach vivarium, and his jaw nearly hit the sand when he saw the Lord of the Shore. After all the vivaria, you were ecstatic to show Garreth the other room.

“There’s more?” he asked in disbelief.

You nodded eagerly. You led him to the large room and directed his attention to your potions station in front of a large window. There were cabinets full of ingredients, all sorts of tools hanging on the wall, and multiple burners for cauldrons.

“You’re welcome to come use it whenever you like, of course,” you said, smiling at the way his face had lit up.

He glanced at you with his mouth agape before looking back to the station. “Oh, I could kiss you!” he declared.

Your cheeks flamed, and you were glad the ginger was busy staring at the potions supplies. With your blessing, he set to work on a concoction. He told you all about his latest experiment and the results of his prior trials as he brewed. Meanwhile, you lounged on a nearby sofa as you listened.

By the time he was done, it was well past curfew. He had lost track of time, and you had fallen asleep leaning your head on top of your arms, which rested on the arm of the sofa. Garreth shook your shoulder gently to wake you. “We should get back. I’m sorry to keep you out so late,” he said.

You yawned as you stretched out your arms and legs. “Hm? Oh, don’t worry about it. I think I’ve ignored curfew more than I’ve followed it, honestly,” you said.

“Well, I still don’t want you getting in trouble on my account,” he replied, keeping his worried expression.

You nodded in understanding as you sat up, trying to shake the groggy haze from your mind. “Well, we have three options: we can floo back to the common room, sneak there through the corridors, or spend the night here. The floo is rather loud, though, and if your aunt is in the common room when we return, I don’t think she’ll be pleased to see that we were out late together.”

His worried expression morphed into contemplation. “Right. So, we sneak back or stay here. Are there bedrooms here?”

Before you could answer, the room creaked as it altered itself. A new doorway appeared on the wall beside you. You chuckled. “I suppose there are now.”

“Brilliant! I can be a bit clumsy, so sneaking all the way back to Gryffindor Tower wouldn’t bode well for me.”

“Then sleepover it is!” you joked before hopping up off the couch.

You walked over and opened the door to find a single bedroom with one king-sized bed. You spun around and poked your head back out of the room, almost running into Garreth in the process. You scanned the outer room, looking for other doors. There was only the one. Garreth was confused by your behaviour until he peered into the room and saw the issue.

“I guess it really will be a sleepover,” you said.

“I-I can just sleep on a couch out here,” Garreth said. He didn’t want to make you uncomfortable.

“Don’t be silly! That bed could fit four people, and they’d never even touch,” you said.

Garreth shifted nervously on his feet before relenting when you suggested you could just sneak back to the common room alone and let him have the room to himself. You both changed into the nightclothes the room had left hanging for you inside the new room. You changed in the bedroom, while Garreth stepped out to change. He knocked before re-entering to make sure you were decent.

You climbed into the bed on opposite sides. He made a very conscious effort not to leer at you in your sheer nightgown.

Once you were both under the covers, Garreth rolled onto his side to face you. “Today was amazing,” he said with a giddy smile. “Thank you for showing me all of this.”

You grinned back. “I’m excited you finally know,” you replied. “I’d been itching to show you since your aunt told me about this place.”

Knowing you had thought of him almost immediately made a warmth spread through Garreth’s chest. You were often the first person he thought of when he had a new idea for a potion or received good news. He was delighted that you seemed to feel similarly toward him – at least, in that regard. He had many other feelings toward you that he could only hope you might reciprocate one day.

You exchanged your goodnights and wishes for pleasant dreams. You fell asleep quickly, having already been asleep just a few minutes earlier. Garreth watched you peacefully for a few minutes before he felt drowsiness overtake him, as well.

Your wishes worked, because Garreth did have a pleasant dream. A very pleasant dream, in fact. The type he would never admit out loud and would feel a bit guilty for in the morning. Well, at least, he would feel guilty later in the morning when he would have to face you in the common room or at breakfast. First thing in the morning, he would usually cling to the lewd images of you that had filled his dreams as he worked toward his release in the relative privacy of the drawn curtains of his fourposter.

The dream had been particularly steamy that night. Sometimes his wet dreams consisted of you in arousing situations – skinny dipping in the Black Lake; wading in the prefect’s bathroom; or, on one occasion, brewing a potion naked. Other times, he got to be a more active participant in his dreams. The first time, he had dreamt of you two admitting your feelings for each other under a large oak tree before you climbed onto his lap, snogging him senseless as you ground your hips against him. He had proceeded to strip your top bare before palming your perfect breasts in both hands as you rutted yourself against his erection. A frequent favourite was bending you over one of the potions stations after Sharp had given you both detentions. One time, he had even dreamt it was your wedding night.

His dream as he slumbered in the Room of Requirement started out innocent enough. The two of you had gone on a trip to Hogsmeade. You browsed Zonko’s and ate your fill of treats from Honeydukes before walking hand-in-hand back toward the castle as the sun began to set. You decided you didn’t want to head back yet and pulled him off the path. You led him to a little meadow and pulled out a gingham blanket. You sat together, watching the sky turn shades of orange and pink.

Garreth stared at you for several moments before you noticed. You shoved his shoulder and told him to stop staring as you giggled at him. He was utterly infatuated with you. He said he refused to stop staring at something so beautiful, and his words made you blush.

“You really think I’m beautiful?” you asked.

“Gorgeous,” he replied as he brushed a few strands of hair out of your face.

You gave him a shy smile. “You’re not so bad yourself,” you said.

Garreth felt like his smile could split his face right in half as he stared into your eyes. He could see the same fire he felt burning in them. “I love you, MC” he admitted, taking one of your hands into his own.

Your own smile widened. “I love you too, Garreth,” you said.

Garreth leaned in, pulling you into a kiss with a gentle hand on the back of your neck. You kissed him back, quickly intensifying the kiss. You bit at his lip and ran your tongue over the marks your teeth had left to sooth them. Garreth moaned into the kiss in response as his free hand moved to your thigh. You pulled him on top of you as you lay back on the blanket. You tore at each other’s clothes until your shirts were open, exposing your chests. Your hands ran deliciously up and down Garreth’s torso. He kissed his way down your neck, along your collar bones, and down to your breasts. He took a perfect nipple into his mouth, suckling the flesh as you writhed in pleasure underneath him. He massaged your other breast, ensuring neither was neglected.

He trailed his other hand down your bare side before dipping it under the waistband of your skirt. He slid his hand into your undergarments, and his fingers swiped between your slick folds. You moaned his name and gripped his shoulders as he pressed his middle finger against you, rubbing along your slit. He focused his attention on the bundle of nerves at the top of it, rubbing light circles that set your hips twisting and bucking against his hand while your nails dug into his skin.

Your moans grew louder and more frequent as he quickly had you falling apart. You cried out in pleasure, clearly unbothered about the prospect of being discovered. You were too enraptured to care. One of your hands had begun stroking over the bulge in his trousers, teasing him into a state of aching hardness.

“Please,” you begged as you threw your head back and your back arched off the ground.

“What, darling? I’ll do anything for you,” he replied before kissing up your neck.

“I need you, Garreth. Need you inside of me,” you moaned out.

Garreth groaned at the request and your desperate tone. In a flash, he had your knickers pulled down to your ankles and then off entirely. He quickly undid his belt and pants. He pulled himself out of his own undergarment, gripping the base of his shaft as he dipped himself under your skirt. He slid the head of his penis along your slick centre, moaning at your warmth as he did. You both groaned as he slid slowly into you. You enveloped him perfectly, so warm and wet and tight around him. Being inside you was everything he ever hoped it would be. Garreth kissed you deeply before burying his face in your neck. He stayed nuzzled into you as he began thrusting in and out of you, relishing the feeling of each dive back into you.

After a bit, he pulled back and flipped up your skirt so he could watch himself sliding in and out of you. It was a breathtaking sight. You bucked your hips up in time with his thrusts. Garreth was all pants and moans as words failed him. He was pretty sure he had entirely forgotten how to speak, save for your name. You moaned out encouragements of “oh, yes” and “so good, Gar – you feel so good.” Garreth was enjoying savouring being inside you, but he knew both of your satisfaction would require a more demanding pace. So, he was pleased to hear your pleading voice say “harder.”

He gradually increased the speed and force of his thrusts, moving off of his hands to rest on his forearms, and, just as before, your gentle whimpers turned into unabashed cries of pleasure. This was the point in the dream where sleep began to elude Garreth. He was less than pleased to rejoin the waking world when there was a dream version of you that he could be ravishing. His face was pressed into his pillow as he let out a soft groan. You may have been imaginary, but how worked up his dream had gotten him was very real. He had been rutting himself against the mattress in his sleep, and he was just as achingly hard now as he had dreamt that he had been.

He clung to the image of his clock slipping in and out of your tight hole and the sound of your voice as you rasped his name. He had his eyes squeezed shut and his brows pinched together as he concentrated on the dream. He flipped onto his back, brushing a hand over his hard prick that was straining against his underwear and silky pyjamas. He didn’t even know why he had chosen to wear the damned things. He always slept just in his underwear. The answer to his half-hearted query entered his mind just a few moments too late. He had thrown off the blanket and pulled the garments down his thighs to free his cock. It was dripping with precum, and his hand started rapidly stroking it, quietly moaning out some rather unfortunate words at the feeling, when he remembered that he was neither in his own bed nor alone in the one he currently occupied.

You had awoken to the sound of Garreth’s soft moans. At first you thought it had been a holdover from your dreams. You occasionally had some vivid dreams about yourself and your best friend in rather compromising situations. Although you had just been dreaming about him, it had merely involved the two of you testing a new potion of his that made you float three feet off the ground. There was lots of laughing and uproar, but it had been decidedly free of moaning. You squinted through the bright light of the room to see the source of the noise on the other side of the bed. His face was buried in his pillow and his hips were rolling into the mattress as more quiet moans and mumbled words escaped his lips.

You were immediately beet red. You didn’t know what to do. Your best friend was humping into the mattress less than a metre from you. He was clearly asleep. Should you wake him? Just leave the room and wait for him to wake up on his own, pretending you hadn’t noticed when he emerges from the room? Should you do nothing and pretend you were still asleep until he wakes up?

The words came out before you could think to stop them. “Um, Gar?” you said. Waking him was objectively the worst option, but, in the moment, you were desperate to make his moans stop. They were setting a fire in your abdomen that had slick pooling between your legs at an alarming rate given the fact that you hadn’t even touched yourself.

Garreth stirred, groaning as he buried his face further into the pillow. You jolted in surprise when he suddenly flopped onto his back. You gaped at him as he threw off the duvet and pulled down his trousers to the middle of his thighs. His erection sprang free, and he immediately began pumping it furiously. You were in utter shock at the lewd display. You felt completely frozen, not even breathing, and you were fairly certain your heart had stopped, too. Any reaction you could have had was delayed until your body reanimated.

Garreth let out a louder moan as his hand worked himself with wet, obscene noises. “Fuck, yes! Mm, just like that, MC,” he groaned out.

“Garreth!” you had exclaimed almost simultaneously with him calling out your name, finally able to find your voice.

His eyes snapped open, and he ripped the blanket back over himself. “Merlin’s beard! When did you get here?” he exclaimed, though as soon as he asked the question, his mind had answered it as he recalled all of the previous day’s events. His whole freckled body was turning as red as his hair. He would have been rapidly softening from the embarrassment if you weren’t sat in bed next to him, wearing a thin nightgown and staring down at him with wide eyes and gently parted lips.

Your breathing was ragged, and Garreth couldn’t help watching for a moment at the way your chest heaved with the adrenaline. Your cheeks were scarlet, but it just made you look that much more attractive.

Garreth met your gaze sheepishly, hoping beyond hope that you hadn’t heard him just moan your name as he stroked himself. You looked like you’d seen a bogart. “I’m so sorry,” he rasped. His voice was roughened with sleep. “I know it’s still depraved, but I didn’t realize I wasn’t in my room. I really didn’t mean to…expose myself to you.”

Your brow had furrowed in confusion. “Were you…I mean, when you were…Were you thinking about me as you…you know?” you asked.

Fuck. Garreth wished the bed would swallow him up. He knew there was no chance you hadn’t heard him, but the confirmation was still mortifying. Garreth cleared his throat as he sat up, careful to keep the duvet covering his still bare lap. He felt humiliated sitting there with his trousers pulled down halfway and cock still throbbing in his lap as the cursed thing refused to calm down. He just nodded, unable to verbally admit to his transgression. The guilt was so much worse than normal now that you knew what he had been doing.

“I promise, it won’t ever happen again,” he said. He really did mean to try his best, too. He continued without thinking. “I just can’t help it sometimes, but I assure you that’s the last time.”

Your eyebrows raised. “You’ve done it before?” you asked, curiosity overpowering propriety.

Garreth’s eyes widened as he realized his inadvertent admission. “Not a lot,” he lied quickly, his gravelly voice cracking.

You narrowed your eyes at him accusingly. “Really? So, if I asked for a number…?” you teased. “I mean, I think I still have some of that veritaserum you gave me around here somewhere.”

“Please, don’t,” he whispered, a petrified look on his face.

You smirked. Garreth was certain you were revelling in his mortification, which he felt was deserved. In reality, you quite relished the idea that the boy touched himself to thoughts of you. You knew you shouldn’t, but you still did. You licked your lips before speaking. You caught the way Garreth’s gaze flicked to them as you did. Your eyes flashed with a wicked satisfaction. “You are a naughty boy, Garreth Weasley,” you said, tilting your head as you observed him.

His teeth sunk into his lip as he tried to fight the arousal stirred by your domineering tone.

“Do you have a crush on me?” you asked bluntly.

The amusement in your voice devastated him. You thought the idea laughable. He was too far gone to be able to endure your teasing. He could hear you now, taunting him about his “silly crush” on you. He hoped the truth would get you to show him some mercy. “I’ve been in love with you since the day we met,” he admitted.

Your smile disappeared as your mouth fell open. You just blinked at him for several seconds. “Are you being serious?” you asked.

“Yes, so, please, whatever joke you want to make…have the decency to make it behind my back instead of to my face,” he said.

You couldn’t help but laugh at his request. Garreth looked down at the bed as you laughed at him. This was already the worst Sunday of his life. You realized what he must be thinking about your reaction, and you reached out to grab his hand. He looked up at you with confusion.

“Why would I joke about your love for me, Gar?” you asked seriously.

His eyes searched yours nervously as he silently urged you to keep speaking.

You smiled. “I love you, too,” you said.

Now his jaw was the one to drop. “You…really?” he said. He shook his head as if he thought he might still be dreaming.

You bit back a smile as you nodded. Your eyes wandered over him, wanting to engrain this moment in your memory. You smirked slightly when they landed on the duvet piled in his lap. Garreth felt his cheeks burn anew. This certainly wasn’t how he had imagined admitting he was in love with you would go – you catching him with his trousers down.

Your burning gaze as your eyes returned to his sent a wave of arousal straight to his cock. He had to fight a moan at the thought that he had a very real chance of experiencing his fantasies with you outside of his dreams. Of course, he would let you set the pace. He still needed to ask you on a proper date, not just the friendly trips to Hogsmeade where he insisted on paying for your snacks. He always claimed it was repayment for the free butterbeers Sirona gave you two in return for you saving the highlands from Ranrok and Rookwood. It was just an excuse, though. Really, he didn’t know how you hadn’t realized he was in love with you before.

His thoughts were cut short as you crawled toward him on the bed. His breath hitched as your face hovered just a few centimetres from his. His hands fell limp as you gripped the duvet, slowly pulling it off of his lap. His erection sprang free, bouncing off of his abdomen before it settled. You caught your bottom lip between your teeth as you looked down at his firm manhood. Garreth’s heart was thundering in his chest. He was embarrassed at his re-exposure but incredibly turned on by the way you were looking at him.

Your tongue ran over your lips, wetting them before you spoke. You looked Garreth in his vibrant, green eyes. “Is that for me?” you asked.

“Godric, yes,” he said in a strangled voice. “I was dreaming about you all night. Then seeing you here in that flimsy nightgown…It’s maddening.”

You smirked at him before crashing your lips into his, anchoring yourself with a hand tangled in the hair on the back of his head and another on his cheek. A whine escaped Garreth’s lips as he kissed you back. He gripped your waist with both hands to keep them from straying elsewhere on your body. His needy fingers flexed roughly into you. The feel of your waist under his touch was turning him on even more. You let your hand glide from his cheek down to his chest. You began working the buttons of his shirt open, and he eagerly helped you, rapidly undoing the rest of them.

You trailed your hand over his bare chest, dragging your nails over his skin and through the ginger hairs. You slid your hand up to his shoulder, pushing his shirt off of it and leaving a trail of fire on Garreth’s skin. He shrugged out of his shirt entirely before lifting his hands up to cup your face. He kissed you with urgency, as if you might change your mind and dart off any second. His lips were soft as they slotted between yours, but he kissed your firmly. You nibbled at his lower lip, causing him to moan into your mouth. You ran your tongue across his lip, while it was still trapped between your teeth, before releasing it and diving your tongue into his mouth, instead. His tongue met yours in a warm embrace that had your desire growing exponentially.

You slid your hand down his torso and into his lap, gripping his length. He let out another, louder moan as you pumped him, letting his head tilt back in pleasure. You used your hand tangled in his hair to keep it at that angle as you kissed up his exposed neck. You focused extra attention on spots that made him whimper. His hips had begun bucking up as you worked his length in your hand. As you pulled back, Garreth took in your form. Your swollen lips, flush face, and barely hidden curves. “You’re so beautiful,” he said.

“Well, you’re very handsome,” you replied, flashing him a grin. You leaned back in to suck on a sensitive spot under his ear before moving to whisper into his ear. “And you’re incredibly sexy when you’re all worked up for me.”

Garreth groaned out. His hands ran up your thighs under your nightgown, cherishing the bare skin before your underwear. He resisted the urge to rip it right off of you. Instead, he decided to continue traveling up, over your smooth stomach to just under your breasts. You had sat up on your knees to allow the fabric to lift over your body as his hands travelled up, but he was certain of your permission when you let out a needy moan as his thumbs swiped your ribs. He inched his hands up over your breasts, cupping them in his palms and kneading the supple flesh. You both moaned as he felt you up – you at the electric shocks of pleasure his ministrations sent through you and him at the feeling of your breasts weighing heavy in his hands. He only wished he could see them, but he hardly had the coordination to strip you of your gown when your hand had his orgasm fast-approaching.

Each stroke of your hand was pushing him closer to the edge. His legs and abdomen tensed as the haze of desire overtook his mind. He groped haphazardly at your breasts, desperate for more of the intoxicating feel of them. “Fuck, you feel so good, MC,” he said.

“Mm, you feel good, Garreth. I love to feel how hard you get for me,” you replied before pressing your mouth to his in a sloppy kiss. “I want to make you feel so good. Want to make you come for me. Want to see your cum spilling out of you as you fall apart for me. Your big, thick cock pulsing for me. Gods, I bet you’d feel amazing inside of me – filling me up!”

He groaned as he teetered on the edge of no return. As you kissed him again, he fell off the cliff. “Mmph, fuck! I’m coming!” he said after breaking the kiss.

You looked down to see his white seed spurting out of him, splattering his torso and leaking down onto your hand. You kept going, milking him of everything he had until his hand shot down to still yours.

“Sorry,” you muttered, afraid you’d done something wrong.

He shook his head as he panted to catch his breath. “That was amazing. It’s just that it’s sensitive after,” he explained.

You nodded in understanding. “Noted for next time,” you said with a cheeky smile.

Next time. He liked the sound of that.

“Sorry to make a mess,” you said.

He chuckled. “I’m pretty sure I’m the one who made the mess,” he replied before pressing a chaste kiss to your lips.

“Well, yeah, but I made you make it,” you countered.

He just rolled his eyes playfully at you.

“I can help you clean up, though,” you offered before dipping your head down to his chest and licking some of his cum off his skin. It was surprisingly pleasant. It was salty but didn’t have a strong taste otherwise. Garreth moaned as he watched you swallow his seed.

“You’re gonna be the death of me,” he vowed.

You just smirked at him. He grabbed his wand off the bedside table and cleaned himself up with a wave of it. He pulled his undergarments back up over his hips but ditched his trousers. You gave him an offended look, but it melted away when he cupped your cheek in his hand. “You’re very sweet, and that was very hot, but I’m anxious to return the favour,” he said.

You quirked an eyebrow at him. “Yeah?” you asked.

He nodded eagerly before pulling you into a kiss. He gripped your hips as you kneeled next to him. He leaned into you before sliding his hands back over your ass. You moaned as his hands dug into your flesh. Garreth pulled back. “Wait,” he said. “Is there anywhere you don’t want me to touch?”

“Fuck, no,” you replied.

“Okay, but let me know if you don’t like something. I…I don’t want to hurt you,” he said, holding your gaze with worried eyes.

You couldn’t help but smile at the sweet Gryffindor. “I promise I’ll tell you,” you said.

He looked relieved. He crashed his lips back against yours before using his grip on your hips to pull you into his lap. You straddled him as his hands massaged your thighs and ass. He clearly wanted to take his time with you. Or perhaps he was just nervous, though he didn’t seem it from the way he was kissing you. He fisted the bottom of your nightgown and pulled back again. “Can I take this off?” he asked.

You nodded eagerly. He pulled the garment over your head in a swift motion before tossing it aside. You bit your lip anxiously as he took you in, sitting on his lap in just your knickers. “Fuck me,” he breathed, staring at you like he was in awe. “You’re stunning.”

You gave him a shy smile at the compliment. You didn’t really have self-esteem problems, but beauty was a matter of preference and you really wanted Garreth to like the way you looked. He dipped his head to capture one of your breasts in his mouth. He traced the tip of his tongue around your pebbled nipple before taking it into his mouth. He sucked on it and flicked his tongue over the peak, earning appreciative moans from you as you fisted a hand back into his hair.

As he suckled and massaged at your breasts, you unconsciously began rutting yourself in his lap, gripping his shoulder for support. Garreth smirked against your skin. In a flash, he shifted his weight and pinned you beneath him on the mattress.

“Whoa!” you said. “Fuck, I’ve never been manhandled like that before.”

“I have three older brothers. I learned to wrestle,” he replied with a cheeky smile and a wink. “I’m sure I could teach you a few moves sometime.”

“I might take you up on that,” you said earnestly. You grabbed his face and pulled it back to yours. You were far too turned on by his show of strength to keep chatting.

Garreth slid his tongue into your mouth as his hand slid down between the two of you and into your knickers. You let out a loud moan as his fingers rubbed through your soaked slit and then back up to your sensitive nub, making delicate circles. Garreth had made a breathy moan upon feeling how wet you were. “Fuck, you feel so good, darling,” he said.

“Shit. You f-feel amazing,” you gasped. You didn’t know what he did differently than you did on your own – whether it was the teasing, how wet you were, or a difference in pressure – but it felt so much more intense than the times you had touched yourself.

Garreth shifted so that he was lying beside you rather than directly on top. He continued his slow ministrations as he kissed your neck, face, and lips. You whimpered into his mouths as his fingers worked up a tension inside of you.

He kissed your temple, tasting the salty sweat on your skin. “Mm, I love the noises you make for me,” he said as he pressed his forehead against yours.

You just whimpered again in response. You felt ready to combust as you hovered near bliss but the tension in your abdomen refused to release. “Just a…a little faster, Gar,” you begged.

He was happy to oblige, and the quicker pace had you writhing and moaning uncontrollably. Garreth would have been happy to watch you in such a state all day. He lowered his mouth to your breast, teasing your nipple with his tongue. It was all too much to process. Your legs were shaking, and your abs contracted tightly.

“Fuck, Garreth! Oh! Like that!” you cried out. You were building quickly to your release and could hardly think let alone form real sentences. You couldn’t even warn him before the waves of pleasure racked over you. Your hips bucked against Garreth’s hand as your walls clenched around his fingers. He released your nipple and moved to kiss your lips again. You returned it hungrily as he brought you through your orgasm.

As you came down, Garreth’s fingers slowed but didn’t stop. Your hips jerked occasionally as he brushed over your overstimulated clit. Part of you wanted to tell him to stop – let you catch your breath and calm down. Another part wanted to let him carry you right through to another high.

“That was amazing,” Garreth said, before nuzzling into the side of your neck.

“I should say so,” you agreed between heavy breaths. Your face and chest were coated in sweat, and the air in the room was slowly cooling you off.

Regrettably, Garreth slowly removed his hand from your knickers and rested it on your hip, instead. He kissed along your neck, letting his tongue flick out to taste your skin here and there. “I love you,” he said, his voice slightly muffled from his position.

You ran your fingers through his curls and pressed a kiss into them. “I love you, too.”

Garreth propped himself up on his elbow to look down at you. “Did I…do okay?” he asked nervously.

You couldn’t help but laugh at the question after the euphoria you had just experienced. “You were marvellous,” you assured him before leaning up and pressing a kiss to his lips.

He was smiling when you pulled back. “Good,” he said. “I wouldn’t want you to feel like you’re downgrading.”

You gave him a confused look. “Downgrading from what?” you asked.

He bit his lip as his gaze dropped to the bed. He shrugged. “Well, I wouldn’t know, but…you said you’d never been manhandled during before, so…”

You still stared at him with your brows furrowed together, trying to decipher what he meant. “Oh,” you said as it clicked. “Garreth, I just meant that generally. I wasn’t saying…I mean, I haven’t done this sort of thing before. Well, not…you know…with someone else.”

Garreth’s face turned red. “I’m an idiot,” he said as he collapsed down, burying his face back in the crook of your neck. “I’m sorry.”

You chuckled as you stroked his hair, attempting to soothe him. “It’s okay. I guess I’m flattered you think other people are wanting to…do stuff with me,” you joked.

He lifted his head to look at you. “Oh, I know they do,” he said bluntly.

You quirked an eyebrow at him.

He bit his lip and scrunched his nose as he realized his slip, hinting at the contents of private conversations. “I, um…” he stammered.

You held up a hand to stop him. “I don’t want to know,” you said.

He breathed a sigh of relief. “I promise I’m not just constantly talking to other guys about our lecherous desires for you.”

You laughed. “That’s probably good.”

He nodded in agreement.

You smiled at him. “You’re adorable, you know.” You kissed his nose before pushing him onto his back so you could snuggle against his chest. Garreth hummed contentedly as he wrapped his arms around you. You could hear the steady rhythm of his heart as your ear rested over it. You drew lazy shapes on his ribs with your index finger. “So, um, had you ever–?”

“No,” he said, interrupting your hesitant question. “Though, hopefully you asking means I didn’t seem totally clueless.”

You chuckled. You looked up to see him smirking down at you. You shuffled up the bed so your face was even with his. “I’m glad I got to experience that with you,” you said.

He smiled in earnest. “Me, too,” he said. He held your chin between his thumb and index finger and pressed a gentle kiss to your lips. “It was almost perfect.”

“‘Almost’?” you asked in mock offense. Perfect was an unreasonable standard, though you did feel a pang of hurt at him voicing his disappointment.

He bit his lip as a flush rose to his cheeks. He had such an earnest look in his eyes as he stared into yours that your demeanour immediately softened. “Well, I mean, I didn’t…” He took a deep breath before continuing. “I didn’t get to see you.”

He hooked his thumb in the waistband of your knickers as he spoke the last sentence. Your eyebrows rose, but you felt a rush of arousal as heat bloomed in your core again. You ran your tongue across your suddenly dry lips.

“That was my way of asking to see you,” he clarified when you didn’t respond. “I mean, if…if that’s okay.”

You had understood his query. You just couldn’t find words at the moment. You quickly nodded. Garreth smirked, and once again he had you pinned underneath him in an instant. You helped him remove your knickers as his lips latched onto your neck. He ran his hand up and down your side, palming your breast at one point and earning a quiet moan from you.

Garreth sat back on his heels slowly. He was teasing himself by drawing out your reveal. Your legs were parted to accommodate him between them. “You’re perfect,” he breathed out. He dragged his hand over to your core and stroked his thumb languidly along your slit. He moaned at the feeling of your slick skin as he smeared your arousal around your folds.

His touch drove you crazy. He didn’t rush to get to the end. He was relaxed, like petting a cat in front of a warm fire. Like he just enjoyed getting to feel you and would be content to for hours. The thought sounded like torture – but a very pleasurable sort. You were a mewling mess, writhing under his thumb as it rubbed slow circles on your clit. You muttered praises, telling him how good he felt and sighing his name. The only thing putting a damper on your experience was that he was much too far away as he sat on his knees between your thighs. You missed the heat of his body and easy access to his soft lips you’d had when he was pressed against you. You would forgive that, though, because he was so obviously enjoying his current vantage point.

In fact, you couldn’t help but notice his reformed erection tenting in his lap. You were distracted tracing your eyes along the contours when Garreth spoke. “Could I taste you?”

“I–What?” You were still half-dazed as you looked up at him.

“I, um…want to taste you. Here. If…if you’d like it, too,” he said much more anxiously this time and punctuating the word ‘here’ with a firm swipe of his thumb through your folds.

And he had claimed you would be the death of him. You had heard some of the older girls talk about experiencing such things last year. “That’d be amazing,” you said.

His nervous gaze gave way to a mischievous glint in his eye as he gave you a broad smile. He quickly shuffled into position, lying on his stomach between your legs. He placed his large hands on the insides of your thighs, pushing them further apart before he licked up your slit without preamble. He moaned at the taste of you, and you gasped at the vibrations he sent through you.

He pulled back. “Is that okay?” he asked worriedly.

“Yes,” you gasped, reaching down to grab a handful of his ginger locks. You resisted the urge to push his head back between your thighs as your core ached for his attention.

He smirked up at you before returning of his own accord. He licked a stripe along the same path as before, stopping at your clit. He flicked his tongue up and down over it, sending shocks of pleasure through you. Then he dove in, alternating sucking on the little nub and swirling his tongue over it. He moved his attention downward, fucking his tongue into you. You moaned out at the blissful intrusion. It made you eager to know what his hard length would feel like inside of you, though you didn’t voice that to him. You weren’t sure if you were fully ready for that yet.

Garreth experimented, as was his nature, paying careful attention to what you seemed to like best. Once he found a satisfactory rhythm, he quickly increased his pace. The slight burning in his jaw was well worth the utterly obscene sounds you were making. You kept an iron grip on the handful of his hair, stinging his scalp as you tugged the strands, but it was a good kind of pain.

Garreth’s hands had a vice-grip on your thighs, pinning you in place as your hips attempted to buck and jolt from the pleasure he was giving you. At one point, he nipped the inside of your thigh in a playful warning. “Behave, you,” he said light-heartedly. You really tried, but the command only drove you wilder.

His tongue was gentler than his fingers yet somehow more torturous – perhaps from the gruelling pace at which Garreth lapped at you. He released one of your thighs before sliding a finger carefully into you while his mouth focused back on your clit. You let out a needy moan. Having received a positive response, he slowly pumped his finger in and out of you. Your tired abs contracted tighter as he worked you with both his hand and his mouth. Your core clenched around Garreth’s finger as he arched it up inside of you.

“Fuck, that’s so sexy, love,” he said. “I love to feel your tight little hole around me.”

You moaned out at his words. He quickly returned his tongue to your nub. He moaned as you continued to clench around his finger, and the vibrations nearly did you in. “Fuck, I’m close,” you managed to groan out.

Garreth kept up his efforts enthusiastically, and you soon fell apart. The pleasure was overwhelming as it swallowed you. You tugged him harder against you as you ground your hips down on his face and fingers, calling out his name. Garreth pulled back panting when you finally released him. You felt a bit guilty as his chest heaved air into his lungs. “Godric’s heart!” he said, still out of breath but smiling wildly. “I nearly came along with you!”

Overcome with the desire to have your own turn with him, you launched yourself at him. You crashed your lips against his as you knocked him on his back – which you suspected he let you do, as there was a slight delay in his falling back onto the bed. His lips, chin, and even cheeks were all wet with your arousal. You moaned as you tasted yourself on him. You couldn’t help thinking he’d never looked more attractive than with his face glistening with your juices, having utterly ravaged you.

You kissed down his chest, eager for a taste of him, as well. Garreth grabbed your arm to make you pause. “You don’t have to,” he said seriously.

You gave him a grumpy look as you pulled out of his grasp. “Fair is fair. I should get to taste you, too,” you said.

“Only if you want to,” he said.

You moved further back, settling between his legs as you replied. “I want to fucking devour you whole, Gar. Try to stop me again for my sake, and I just might.” You nipped his thigh like he’d done to you for emphasis. Garreth groaned, throwing his head back into the pillow. You quickly rid him of his undergarment, letting his erection spring free. “Or maybe I’ll just leave you here all worked up. Tie up those handsome wrists so you can’t even relieve yourself.”

His head snapped back up as he stared at you in shock. “Please, no! I won’t interfere again. I promise,” he said.

You brought your lips close to his throbbing cock but made no contact. “You’ll let me take care of you, then?” you asked, raising an eyebrow.

He nodded desperately. “Yes,” he hissed. “Please.”

You licked his tip, and he let out a whimper. You swirled your tongue around it, kissed it, and lapped at the ridge between it and his shaft. Once his hips were writhing from the teasing, you took him into your mouth. He let out a shuttering moan as you enveloped him in wet heat. His hands fisted into the sheets as you bobbed your head. You grabbed one of his wrists and guided his hand into your hair, instead. He tangled his fingers into your hair obediently.

You were an expert on Garreth, but you were a novice at oral sex. So, you worked what you couldn’t fit of him in your mouth with your hand. It glided easily with how much of your saliva was coating him. You enjoyed the burn of his hand tugging at your hair, but you were glad he didn’t try to force you down further than you were able to comfortably take him.

Feeling the heat of your mouth around him made Garreth that much more desperate to experience being inside your dripping cunt. He groaned as the images from his dream crossed his mind again, picturing himself sliding in and out of you as you were stretched around him. He had to fight hard to keep his hips still. All he wanted to do was thrust them up into the warmth of your mouth. All the tension came to a head as you bobbed faster up and down on his prick. You hummed in approval of the moans and swears that tumbled out of Garreth’s mouth, and the sensation tipped him over the edge. “Shit, I’m gonna come,” he said urgently.

Contrary to what he expected, you didn’t pull off of him. You kept going, letting him fill your mouth with the spurts of his seed. There wasn’t quite as much as the first time he’d come, but you still had a bit of trouble keeping it contained. You swallowed what made it into your mouth before licking up what had leaked down his shaft. He was so enamoured with the sight of you licking his cock clean of his cum that he had half a mind to propose right then. Though, he had enough of his faculties remaining to be aware that it wasn’t the sort of thing to do in a post-orgasmic haze.

Though, to be fair, he’d decided months ago that he’d marry you if it was the last thing he did. His aunt had laughed right in his face when he told her as she pressed him about post-graduation plans. In her defence, she hadn’t meant to. She was just caught off-guard. She had told him to be reasonable and keep his options open. She said he was young – much too young to decide something so permanent. He knew she was just trying to keep him from getting hurt, but he was still upset with her. He said some regrettable things about how she was just embittered because the man she had loved chose his work over her. He stormed out of her office after, but they made up eventually.

You made your way up to snuggle into Garreth’s side. He pulled the blanket over you both. “Where’d you go?” you asked as you reached your hand up to his cheek.

“Hm?” he replied, looking down at you with a confused expression.

“You looked lost in thought,” you said.

He smiled. “Just realized I was right about something,” he replied.

“Oh?” you asked curiously.

He nodded. “Yeah, but…I’ll tell you another time, okay?” he said.

You rolled your eyes. “Well, that’s cryptic and a bit ominous,” you said.

He shook his head. “No, I’m Garreth,” he replied with a cheeky grin. “You said my name enough times this morning, you’d think you’d remember it.”

You snorted out a laugh and pulled your hand off his face to smack his arm. “Garreth!” you chided.

“That’s the one,” he said with a wink. He kissed you before you could really get feisty with him. “Nap with me?”

“We just woke up,” you argued.

“Yeah, but I mean…I think we’ve earned it,” he said before a suggestive grin spread across his lips.

You giggled. “I suppose we have,” you agreed before resting your head back on his shoulder. “And you are quite comfy.” You hugged him around his middle.

Garreth’s heart gave a flutter as you squeezed him fondly against you. He angled his head down to kiss you again. “Sweet dreams, love,” he said.

“Sweet dreams, Gar,” you replied.

You let out a contented sigh as he held you close, and it wasn’t long before you were both fast asleep again. Your last thought before drifting off was that you were very glad you’d decided to show him the Room of Requirement.

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[accioquill]

New Chapter Dropped 🚨

This is the BEST HL Fic and I cannot get enough of it, so I shall share it with you so you can enjoy it, too.

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[pufflehuffing]

H.L. HEADCANONS | How MC and the boys became friends. (GN!MC)

Ominis

Did not care about MC in the slightest when they first arrived at Hogwarts. In fact, Ominis detested MC for their camaraderie with Sebastian.

Sebastian had told him about MC's ventures outside of the castle and the power they wielded, and Ominis immediately felt all colour drain from his face. He knew Sebastian wanted to manipulate them into helping him save Anne, and he hated MC's naivety about the situation. He hated how Sebastian told them about the Undercroft, about his blindness, about his family... Ominis detested being seen as a weakling or a black sheep.

Speaking of, one day, he caught MC walking out of the Undercroft in the Defense Against The Dark Arts Tower, recognizing their scent and the sound of their heavy boots on the marble floor. "You breathe a word about this place to anyone and not even your precious Professor Fig will be able to help you. My father is friends with the Headmaster and I'm not afraid to exploit that connection if I need to," he had threatened.

After a few more weeks, he had noticed how at ease Sebastian had become, at least as much as he could possibly be given the circumstances. Sebastian was sleeping more peacefully, and seemed more chipper after meeting MC. It brought Ominis comfort knowing someone was cheering up his friend, and in turn, he also started opening up to MC.

On the following Tuesday, Ominis found himself in the Undercroft. He was suffering from a migraine and had attempted to hide from the sensation of the busy hallways. His blindness made his other senses that much sharper, but it came at the price of having so many headaches...

He heard the gears from the entrance turning and mentally prepared himself for another hour-long story from Sebastian about how he beat Leander Prewett during a duel, but he was surprised when he heard another familiar set of boots walk towards him. He turned his head to the source of the sound and patiently waited for MC to speak up.

They had asked Ominis if he was alright, to which the blonde boy waved his hand dismissively, rubbing his temple with the other. MC was intelligent enough to realize the noise was bothering him and conjured a wet cloth, carefully placing it in Ominis' hand and guiding it to his forehead. MC silently sat beside him on the table and offered him a careful hand on his shoulder to comfort him.

The touch felt foreign, and Ominis wasn't sure if he appreciated it. Nevertheless, he didn't pull away. After a few moments of silence the cloth had gotten cold and Ominis sighed as he laid it on the table behind them.

His blind eyes turned to MC's feet as he spoke softly but curtly, the same way he spoke to his closest friend, Sebastian. "I know we had a bit of a rocky start, but you've proven yourself – as a friend."

Sebastian

Initially only wanted to befriend MC because of their ability to wield ancient magic, not really caring much about forming a true connection because he's too wrapped up in his own problems

However, pretty soon after going to Hogsmeade together for the first time Sebastian had already memorized MC's lesson plan as if it were the back of his hand, knowing exactly where they were at all times of the day. He claimed it was just so he knew when to ask them for more help regarding Anne.

It wasn't until one day, late in the evening, when Ominis and him were in their dormitory that Sebastian realized he actually wanted to impress MC with his knowledge and quick wits. Ominis had argued with him about Sebastian always sneaking into the restricted section to look for more information on curses, and at one point Ominis had called Sebastian a fool for involving an innocent bystander in his mess. Sebastian laid awake the entire night, wondering just how much of his mind was occupied with MC's pretty smile, and what the warm feeling in his chest meant.

Whenever he had a free period, he would spend it in the library, quenching his thirst for knowledge. One day, he decided to read a book about hormones, careful to not let anyone catch him studying something so embarrassing.

Truth is, Sebastian had started noticing the pretty students of Hogwarts, and he did wonder what it would be like to go to The Three Broomsticks in a more... intimate setting with someone, but nothing prepared him for the fuzzy, almost nauseating feeling in his stomach. Uncle Solomon had never before told him about the birds and the bees, or what may happen to teenagers' minds at a certain age, so all Sebastian could do was read the dusty tomes of the library.

When Sebastian realized he had a crush on MC, he held his face in his hands as he leaned his elbows on the table and groaned. "This cannot be real, as if I don't have enough things to worry about right now," He sighed.

He closed the book and returned it to its shelf before sauntering to his next class. He had noticed MC walk into Charms and mentally cursed himself, trying to surpress the butterflies and goosebumps.

Garreth

Had noticed MC immediately in Potions. He was very grateful when they had obtained a Fwooper feather for him from professor Sharp's office, and when they snuck into Honeydukes to "borrow" some dried Billywig stings. They hadn't become friends, but Garreth knew he could count on MC whenever he needed another ingredient. They had a reputation of sneaking out of the castle all the time, and Garreth figured it would come in handy if they could bring back some fluxweed or ashwinder eggs every once in a while.

Weasleys were known for getting into trouble and Garreth was no different. After his aunt Matilda had heard of his secret potion's station in his dormitory, she had given him detention. What surprised Garreth more, however, was the fact that MC was in detention too. He sat down at the desk next to them and waited for professor Binns had started rambling about yet another vague battle that occured in the Scottish Highlands some centuries ago.

He had then asked what the special occasion was with a teasing voice and a hint of mischief in his eyes, and MC had told him they were caught sneaking into the One-Eyed Witch Passage. Garreth simply grinned, proud to see that MC isn't afraid to get under his aunt's skin too.

The two students started teasing each other back and forth, retorting playfully whenever they could. Garreth was excited, incredibly excited even, to have met his partner-in-crime. He raised an eyebrow and gestured to the door at one point, hinting to leave while professor Binns still had his back turned.

Once outside the classroom the pair started running to the Viaduct bridge, hoping to cut off any prefects that roamed around the hallways on their way to their respective dormitories. Once they had reached MC's common room, Garreth asked them to meet up tomorrow, hoping to get to know them even better outside of their professional business ventures of sneaking in ingredients for a few potions in return.

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[wrathmourne]

Feels Like Home

Fandom: Hogwarts Legacy Relationship: Garreth Weasley / reader (gender neutral) Warnings: reader gets harassed, hurt/comfort, bathing, established relationship Summary: You had decided to take up a part time job at The Three Broomsticks to earn some extra galleons. However, you weren't anticipating a day to be so terrible that it would leave you crying in the arms of your boyfriend.

Preview: At the start of your seventh year, you had decided to find ways to make some extra galleons before graduation. You were still unsure on where you were going to be living after finishing school, and didn't want to be low on money.

Luckily for you, Sirona needed some extra help on the weekends at The Three Broomsticks, and you gladly accepted the job. Sirona was one of the best bosses that you could ever imagine. She was helpful, paying you a decent amount, and still gave you time off during certain weekends so you could go have fun with your friends. Everything was going exceptionally well, most of the residents of Hogsmeade were quite friendly, and you got to see your fellow students when they visited the village as well.

However, not every day is a good day.

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[hiddengryffindor]

"It's too much" sneak peek

My next smut will be slightly long... okay maybe too long

...Ok, definitely it will be very long, but let's be honest, many of us love high detailed smut.

Garreth needs help, again. But this time one of his brews will have a special effect on him, Sebastian, and MC. Weasley managed to accidentally create a lust potion that caused a high carnal desire towards the one who drinks it, however, MC will have a different reaction to this potion... I won't say anymore since I don't want to ruin the surprise but...

Those who have a breeding kink better be ready :)

ALL UNDERAGED CHARACTERS ARE AGED UP

Here I'll leave you a sneak peek of the one shot, you can suggest me any idea you have on that pretty little filthy head of yours, I don't mind walking around hell for a while.

"It's too much" -- A very horny MC

Her swears and whimpers were hush when Garreth moved his face close to her leg, his freckled cheek brushed against her skin, his hand on her knee, keeping her on his shoulder, his breath brushed her flesh and then he bit the soft skin of her leg, causing a small tremble across her body. Garreth left a tiny red mark on her leg, then he bit again in another spot, occasionally licking the little red marks, leaving a wet trail across a small spot on her leg. His lips and tongue brushed and passed through a few battle scars from her last adventures, while his fingers kept her skirt away from his path. “Your skin is so soft… so delicate”

“G-Ga–rreth” her hands shaked, her wrist aching from the tight grip of the rope. She never imagined Garreth would be this… teasing. Part of her hated that small wish to meet more this side of Weasley.

“And you smell so good… just like a treat from honeydukes… but better”

“S-shut up…” She fought against the sweet and needy glare on his green eyes.

“I wonder how you taste…”

“Garreth, stop!”

Sebastian quickly woke up from the trance her whimpers caused on him. His hands kept her steady against his back, grabbing her waist slyly harder than Garreth’s grip on her leg. A hard sigh came out of him when one of his hands slowly moved up again, making her struggle one more. He kept undoing the buttons of her blouse, but this time was slightly different, he was more desperate, which caused to slightly tear the fabric of her blouse, making a few buttons fall to the floor. Her heart skipped a beat. Her white laced bra was now exposed, along with the rounded shape of her breasts behind it, her stomach and belly button. Sebastian bit his lip when her blouse was now open. The warm skin of his hand met her stomach, his thumb sweetly caressed her skin, keeping her sounds low.

“There, there… you are doing just fine darling”  

“Seb… please… Don’t do this to me” He hushed her again, kissing her slyly up from her collar bone, licking her neck until he reached her ear, taking the skin between his teeth, which made her tremble. Quickly she noticed her body was becoming too sensitive. It seems the potion was starting to cause its effects on her.

Garreth began to stand up slightly, letting her leg rest on the floor, her feets met the cold wood, his hands traced the curves of her legs, then her thighs, and finally stopped on her hips, close to the start of her skirt. His breath tickled the skin of her belly. He looked up at her, meeting her gaze.  

“Garreth…” 

“What’s wrong darling?” His voice was a hush whisper from his usual tone. She bit her lip when his words crashed against her abdomen.

“D-don’t–” 

“What?...”His hands caressed her hips, meeting the skin between the fabric of her skirt and the flesh under her unbuttoned blouse. “Don’t what?”

Sebastian felt slightly jealous, watching her reactions to Garreth’s touch and words, his possessive side became present. The brunette boy moved the hand that was resting on her stomach towards her chest. A little gasp came out of her when suddenly his fingers touched the  fabric of the bra. He was going to be the first one who would touch her most secret places.

“S-Sebastian!” 

Garreth felt her body squirm when Sebastian’s hand met the warm skin of her chest. He watched her expressions while the Slytherin boy teased her with his fingers close to her breasts, toying with the fabric of her bra. His eyes met with Garreth’s eyes, they weren’t friendly but neither threatening, just possessive.

“Are you seriously going to act like this now, Sallow?” A confused sound came out of her after Garreth’s question.

“What? A little competition won’t harm anyone” Sebastian said with a small chuckle.

Garreth took Sebastian’s sudden action as a challenge. With a low chuckle the redhead boy guided his hands to each side of her hips, sliding until they found the starts of her skirt. Another little gasp escaped from her mouth when his fingers slid through the fabric. Her bounded wrists grabbed his red hair, her fingers holding hardly and pulling him away, making him let go a pained groan.

“I forgot how difficult it was for you to keep steady in one place” Garreth whispered against the flesh of her naked belly, knowing this made her squirm. 

A tired smirk appeared on his face and he grabbed her wrists, her fingers letting go of his hair, pressing them against her chest. Sebastian quickly took hold of her wrists so Garreth could finish his current task. His hands grabbed the fabric of the skirt. A groan coming from Garreth was heard in the room, but it died under the sound of something being ripped apart. A gasp escaped from her when the cold ambience of the place met her legs. The Gryffindor boy ripped her skirt and let it fall to the floor, revealing her white cotton panties. She quickly closed her legs and fought against Sebastian’s grip.

“No! please don’t–!”

“Easy… easy” Sebastian whispered, wrapping an arm around her while the other moved to her back, slowly going up. Her attention went back to Garreth when now his hands caressed her thighs, trying to spread them. 

“Could you open for me?...” 

“Never” 

“Isn’t the sensation killing you too? please… I can’t take it anymore”

see you soon~

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