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Today's Lesson: Don't Catch Feelings // James Potter x Fem!Reader

PART 1 (Dry Hump) // PART 3

Summary: It was meant to be a one-time moment. A friend helping another friend who'd never been kissed before. So now, when your best friend finally gets the girl he's wanted to impress, why are you filled with such jealousy.

Tags: 18+ readers only, smut, angst, jealousy, friends w/benefits, can be interpreted as cheating but there's no official relationship, kinda love triangle, sex education, fingering, mutual pining, arguing, regret, kissing, drinking, fake orgasm (w/ other m character), dry humping, voyeurism, loss of virginity (James), praise kink, creampie, riding, cliff hanger! -- sorry if I've forgotten any tags

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"Move your thumb to the right. Yes, that's it! Right there - fuck James, don't stop! Yes! Yes! Oh-!" Even with the silencing charm around the room, you were sure the entirety of Hogwarts could hear you cumming hard around James' fingers curling inside your cunt as his thumb - now in the right place - circled your throbbing clit.

The tips of your fingers ached with how firmly you were digging them into his muscularly toned shoulders, probably bruising him, but he never commented on this. The messy-haired man just continued to listen to your instructions, putting more enthusiasm into these moments than in any lesson here at Hogwarts.

Even as your walls clenched tightly around his digits, he didn't stop. However, you were now quietened as he sloppily made out with you, swallowing your cries of euphoria until there was nothing left to give, and your moans turned into a laugh.

James groaned as you pulled away from his swollen lips, gently tugging on his wrist to ease his fingers out of you. "Woah there, Tiger, that was plenty good enough. Any more and I'll probably collapse", laughing as he pouted with his lower lip, his hazel eyes half-lidded and pupils blown in a clear display of arousal.

"So it was good?" he asked with a raised eyebrow, not moving his face away from hovering over yours.

"It was more than good, Potter. You're very good at listening to instructions, and your skills are improving with each orgasm, that's for sure", you praise whilst pushing his glasses up his nose as he smirks handsomely in response. James turned to kiss the tip of your fingers as you couldn't help but giggle once more at the action, your feet hooking around the backs of his knees as you tried to pull him closer to the edge of the desk.

But, like everything perfect in your life, you became your own worst enemy as you couldn't help as the words slipped out, "You'll have Lily orgasming before her underwear's off". It was meant to be a joke, but it only reminded you why you were even in this situation.

The smile faltered for a split second on James' face as he dipped his head to look at the floor, his hair now curtaining your view of him. "That's the plan", he chuckles as he begins to casually suck on his still-soaked fingers as your jaw drops at the sight.

"James!" you exclaim as he returns his gaze to you. His look of innocence for the act only added to the desiring pulse in your core.

"What? Sirius said that there's nothing more tasty than a pretty girl. Seems he was right", he casually remarked with a shrug of his shoulders. All air seemed to rush from your lungs at the compliment that quickened your heart's beat and warmed your cheeks' skin.

You were once more captivated by his eyes as he inched closer, and the hardness still contained in his trousers poked your inner thigh. "Need some help?" you asked curiously, teasingly, reaching between your bodies to palm him.

James' eyes lowered to focus on your lips as he licked his own, wetting them, and all you wanted to do was taste him, but then he took a step back, your legs and hand stopping away from his warmth.

"Nah, I'll sort it later, don't worry", he explains whilst beginning to smooth the uncontrollable mop of black hair on his head.

A heavy sinking feeling settled in your chest as you realised you'd probably overstepped the thin line between what the two of you had been doing for the last couple of weeks.

James Potter, your best friend, had been since the first year at Hogwarts. Both were thick as thieves and when he'd previously admitted to never having kissed someone before and had finally convinced his long-time crush to date, he needed the practice as the fear of Lily turning him away for any bad kissing skills. As the good friend that you were, you offered to teach him how to kiss, which promptly ended with you both dry-humping to orgasms.

After, James had been on his date and returned, particularly thanking you on his knees as his kiss with Lily had been everything he had ever wanted. However, after this, it was like a drug you both couldn't get enough of. One lesson turned into another and another. How to touch a girl with and without clothes, t the right way to touch and kiss breasts, and now how to use his fingers.

Nothing penetrative yet, and it had all been about teaching him about pleasing girls, so you'd yet to touch him because that would mean you were both hooking up for satisfaction rather than education.

You were unsure where the lines were becoming blurred in your heart and mind. James had always just been your goofy best friend. Mr Popular at Hogwarts would go above and beyond to make you laugh or protect those he cares for, and he continued to be like this for you. However, the rooms felt too small when you were both in them. You spent way too much time fantasising about the feel of his hands or the taste of his lips that you'd yet to look at any other man since that first kiss in the Shrieking Shack.

Then, there came the added complication of Lily. Lily was also a close friend, and even though James and her were not officially boyfriend or girlfriend yet, the way he pined for her and the more dates they went on, the more you were filled with dread. It felt as if you were betraying her with your want for James. Even with the lessons, you knew if ever caught; it was almost impossible to explain that it was all for Lily's benefit in a fucked up sort of way.

You were essentially teaching the man you were falling in love with how to pleasure your friend for their future. All the while, you were becoming more emotionally involved than you'd ever meant to be. I mean, you had casually slept with numerous people during the last year at Hogwarts; sex and feelings were two things you were able to separate.

So now, you were unsure what had changed for you to fall for the man who was so evidently in love with someone else.

"Are you coming?"

His deep voice drew you out of your spiralling thoughts as you blinked at him in confusion. "Coming?"

"Yeah, to class?" he asked, picking up his bag and pulling the strap over his shoulder.

"Oh, yes, I just need a minute. You go without me anyway; we haven't got the same class next", you say whilst standing and trying not to wince at the dampness between your legs that had spread your thighs.

"You sure? I don't mind walking you", James ensured as he pulled on the tight area of his trousers around his crotch, but then gave up and covered his erection with his bag.

"I'm sure we're on opposite ends of Hogwarts anyway. I'll catch you later, Potter", you confirm whilst straightening your tie and shirt.

"Alright then, Sweetheart, catch you later".

With one more beautiful grin', he's off. Then you're by yourself and left to slump back onto the desk and rethink your life. However, you couldn't dwell on it as the clock tower bell began to ring, indicating the start of lessons. As you cursed to yourself, picking up your wand from your bag and waving it over your body, your clothes instantly corrected yourself, and the wet mess between your legs vanished.

You were utterly breathless by the time you'd arrived at potions, and it took a great deal of effort to ignore the lingering ache in your pussy as you attempted to sneak into the room.

"Ah, at last. Welcome miss! Please take a seat; we haven't started without you, dear," Professor Slughorn declared as he held his hand out toward your usual classroom seat as everyone stared at you.

Trying to ignore everyone's eyes, you rush to your seat beside Lily, that heavy, unwelcomed feeling returned to your stomach as she smiles at you, leaning close to whisper, "I told him you were in the bathroom, so he said he'd wait for you before starting the lesson".

You return her smile, however forced as you thanked her and turned your gaze back to the professor. Before long, Lily's sweet perfume drifted into your senses as she leaned in closer once more to ask, "Who's the lucky guy?"

A sharp pain shot through your neck with the speed with which you looked at her, "I don't know what you mean; I was actually using the bathroom".

She tilts her head to the side with an all-knowing look. "Mmm hmm, sure, sure. So why is your lipstick smudged then, huh?"

Your fingers quickly moved to the corner of your lips, frantically wiping away any residual lipstick when it dawned on you that you'd not put any make-up on this morning and had fallen for her trick.

Glaring at her, Lily gave you a brilliant smile whilst moving some of her luscious red hair behind her shoulder, declaring, "I can read you like a book; don't forget that".

Rolling your eyes, you playfully nudge your shoulder against hers, deciding to ignore the previous question. For some reason, unbeknown to yourself, you couldn't help but ask, "So how's it going with Potter?"

Internally, you were criticising yourself for even asking and showing interest in it, already knowing that the answer was something you honestly didn't wish to know.

Lily's grin softened until her lips pursed, and she began to write down the instructions from Professor Slughorn in the book on her desk. "It's going ok; I mean, he's definitely more of a gentleman than I thought he was ever capable of. I also think the exams are getting to him a little; he seems distracted at the moment".

This piqued your interest as you began arranging your ingredients before you, chopping whatever was closest to you without the slightest attention as you asked, "What do you mean?"

"Well, we were on head boy and girl duty two nights ago, and he always used to joke that he wanted a quiet corner away with me in a classroom or something, but now that you know, I'm more open to that. He seems distracted. He still holds my hands and gives me compliments and a kiss or two that makes me want more, but by the end of the duty, he will either find his friends or go to bed".

You swallow thickly, asking, "Oh really? So you guys haven't - I mean, you haven't done anything other than kissing?"

Lily's cheek blossomed with colour as she continued her prep for the potion before her. "No, not yet; I mean, I want to; he's a great kiss, but nothing so far. It still feels strange not to be cursing at him to get out of my sight, like I never pictured myself to be in this position, and maybe it's also taking him some time to get used to".

You were only half listening to what your friend was saying as your thoughts screamed at the fact he was only a good kisser because he'd practised with you. Also, the tiny part of you that was cheering her heart out at the fact that you were the only girl he'd touched intimately, for now.

"Psst. Oi! Goldie! Pea! Turn around. I know you can hear me", came the annoying whisper as you and Lily both glanced over your shoulders to Sirius, who was leaning across his desk, grinning from ear to ear, his shoulder-length hair tied at the nape of his neck.

You huffed, glaring at Sirius as you reminded him, "I've told you a thousand times not to call me that!"

The Marauder sarcastically sticks out his bottom lip, "But it's an endearing name, Pea!"

"No, it's not! It's bullying!" you remind him, turning further towards where he and Remus sat, the latter politely declining the conversation to continue with his work.

"It's not my fault you vomited peas in second year", Sirius pointed out with a cocky smirk.

Thankfully, Lily cut off your retort as she snapped, "Stop reminding her of that. I've told you that my hair is red and not gold!"

"Meh, semantics", he shrugs and appears eager again. "What are you both doing after this? We were thinking of getting a group of us together and heading down to Hogsmeade. Do you both wanna join? I'm sure James would want you there".

That nauseous sensation returned as you knew he wasn't referring to you as he wiggled his eyebrows suggestively towards Lily. One part of you desperately begged not to go, not wishing to see Lily and James acting all lovey-dovey in public, and another part of you knew it would look suspicious if you weren't to attend. Who else were you expected to hang out with on a Friday evening other than your best friend, James?

Lily answered for you as she wrapped an arm around your shoulders, "Of course, we'll both be there, but not to hang out with you; we don't need boys to have a good time".

You smile at her, forgetting all of your woes for a moment, watching as she adds a sprig of Rosemary into your potion and watching it change from the awful shade of red to a soft caramel colour to match hers.

"What would I do without you?" you say with admiration.

"I don't know, crash and burn?" she jokes, pulling a genuine smile from yourself.

Later in the evening, the two of you were true to Lily's word as you made your way there, joined with Marlene, and, not wanting to go with the boys, gave yourself some time to dress in something other than school clothes, opting for jeans and a warm jumper.

The three of you wandered through Hogsmeade, stopping in Honeydukes for a sweet treat before deciding to rest in the Three Broomsticks; however, you found what seemed to be the rest of your school year in the same place. There was hardly a free seat as the three of you pushed through the crowd to the bar.

"Evans! Over here!" James' voice shouted above the noise of everyone else from the corner of the room. Lily giggled as she waved over at him, and you tried not to wince with jealousy as you pushed her and Marlene in his direction.

"Go over there, I'll get the drinks". Thankfully, they didn't need much convincing before making their way over to the other Gryffindor. "Three butterbeers, please. Oh, and a large fire whiskey as well", you say, slipping the barmaid Rosmerta an extra galleon so she wouldn't question your age. You were old enough to drink, but there was a swift ban on students at Hogwarts being sold alcohol, but an extra galleon here and there, and no questions were asked.

As you waited for your drinks to be poured, you observed your surroundings and noticed a certain Ravenclaw watching you over the rim of his glass, a smirk flirting on his lips. You smiled back, holding his eye contact briefly before looking away from Quirinus. He was in Ravenclaw and relatively bright, if not a bit of a nervous nelly if he didn't have any alcohol in his system, which, by the looks of things, he was a few drinks deep and clearly in a flirtatious mood.

You were ready to make bad decisions when a hand on your lower back snapped your attention. The touch burned through your clothes to your skin as James appeared by your side. His face lowered so that he whispered into your ear as he questioned, "Is it bad that I can still smell you on my fingers?"

You swallow harshly, fighting to keep your face neutral as you couldn't help but quip back, "I'm sure your girlfriend would love to hear you say that".

James leans away to study your face, a frown adorning his expression, "She's not my girlfriend".

"Yeah, sure", you retort, turning away from him to nod at Rosmerta as she placed the drinks in front of you at the bar.

"Well, if she were my girlfriend, my fingers definitely wouldn't be smelling of you now, would they?"

The fire of jealousy that was being stoked in your heart was only being fueled further by his words. "I'm sure she could teach you a thing or two, Potter. You don't need me to taint your fingers".

"Maybe I do", he quickly responds but then corrects himself, "I mean, I don't think she has much experience. Anyway, you didn't mind it earlier when you were begging for more".

You turn to him with a glare that had him relaxing his stance as he realised he was on the threshold of overstepping. "Don't be so sure of yourself, James, and with the lack of experience you both have, wouldn't it be better for you both to be inexperienced together?"

Picking up the fire whiskey, you began to take heaving glugs of it, savouring the painful burn as it slipped down your throat. James eyed the drink as he leaned closer once more, his body half crowding around yours as he harshly whispered, "Where the fuck is this all coming from? I thought you were ok with what we were doing. It's nothing serious, just one single friend teaching another single friend, right?"

Yes, you answer in your thoughts, having not taken the fire whiskey away from your mouth, but then he's grabbing the glass and trying to take it away from you as he demands, "Hey, slow down, alright? You'll be pissed with the hour".

Giving him a shove with your shoulder, you spitefully say, "You aren't my boyfriend, Potter; stop telling me what to do. I want to drink, so get lost".

The concern in his hazel eyes drops as he looks at the two butterbeer, asking, "Are these McKenna and Evans? I'll take them and leave you to calm down".

"Thank fucking Merlin", you exclaimed with one final glare before he stormed off with the two drinks in hand.

You blew a long breath through your mouth, trying to ignore the overwhelming urge to scream, cry, or storm out. However, a brush of an arm against yours stole your attention as Quirinus now stood next to you at the bar, his Ravenclaw-coloured jumper vibrant in the candlelight.

"Fancy another firewhiskey?" he asked, and you nodded, not trusting yourself to be able to talk without crying.

The drinks came at a steady pace, and before long, you were feeling the effects, the anxiety that had hit you like the Hogwarts Express train from your argument with James had fizzled into anger. It only made matters worse when you would glance over the Ravenclaw's shoulder to see James wrapped his arm around Lily's shoulder, the two of them whispering to one another without a care.

A lump formed in your throat as the world tilted for a second. Quirinus noticed your glare as he, too, looked over his shoulder and assumed you'd prefer to sit with your friends as he offhandedly mentioned, "If you'd rather go and sit with them, I wouldn't be offended, you know".

"What?" you say, snapping out of your staring contest as you realise James is now staring right back at you with just as deep a frown behind his glasses. Giving your attention back to the man at your side, you quickly grabbed his arm, not wishing to be left alone, "Sorry, Quirrel, I really do want to stay with you. In fact, why don't we find somewhere a bit more quiet?"

The alcohol was definitely speaking on your behalf as his eyes lit up, his teeth nipping at his lower lip as he stood to his full height. "Ye-Yeah, I want to do that", he stammers enthusiastically as you grab his arm and head towards the back of the pub and climb the stairs, ensuring no one is following.

Sneaking past the bathrooms, you ascended even further into the depths of the pub until you found a spare living room with a sofa in front of the fire as you claimed, "This will do perfectly".

Turning around and before you could ponder any further on the man you really wished was here and deciding you needed to have some fun of your own, you grabbed the collar of Quirrel jumper and pulled him in for an eager kiss. However, the door barges open as you both spring apart.

You release a nervous laugh as you see no one is there, quickly rushing over to it and shutting the door, locking it properly with a wave of your wand. "Oops, must not have locked it".

Turning back towards Quirrel, he eagerly eyed you up and down. Not giving yourself time to regret the decision, you ran over to him, your arms moving around his neck as you pulled him into a quick snog. It was sloppy and distracting as he kissed you back with just as much eagerness.

It seemed Quirrell wasn't in the mood to wait as he soon fumbled with the button to your jeans. You silently have to give him some credit if he was going straight to the good without even touching your tits or kissing your neck. You wanted a distraction, and the fingers slipping into your underwear were definitely a distraction.

Especially as he began to vigorously rub your left labia rather than your clit. Attempting to shift your hips in your favour, he kept his fingers in the same dry spot, assuming your hip movements were a sign that he was doing a good job.

Great, you thought. Your love life was now just as dry and useless as your friend's life. Just fantastic.

Deciding there was still some hope left, your fingers moved into your jeans, your hand cupping the back of his fingers and moving them to finally circle your clit. However, the dryness and eagerness that he was moving made you feel overstimulated and ready for it to be over as fake moans began to spill from your lips.

"Fuck, you're so pretty", Quirinus moaned against your lips as he suddenly pulled back, but only so he could turn you on the spot and lean you awkwardly against the back of the sofa. Two things then started. One, his fingers shifted again back to the poor labia and away from your clit and two, he began to hump into your arse like a dog in heat.

Your eyes closed as you continued to fake the moans as his lips found the side of your neck as he nuzzled into you and continued with his pleasurable humps. You knew you could push him aside at any time, but for now, he was distracting you, even if you weren't finding any pleasure in it.

"Fuck you're so wet. Do you like that?" he asked, biting your neck like a vampire as you refrained from rolling your eyes.

Instead, you faked your seductive voice as you moaned, "Mmm yes, feels so good", even though you were pretty sure the wetness he was feeling was just sweat, as there was no way you were wet for this guy.

Matching the eagerness of his moans, you pretended to be close to orgasm just as his thrusts increased in speed, and your thighs began to ache as he pushed you harder and harder into the back of the sofa.

"Fuck!!" he cursed loudly into your ear as he came, and you two pretended to also orgasm, breathing heavily whilst bending over slightly to put some room between the two of you. As his fingers removed from your underwear, he proclaimed, "That was so good, wow. Hey, do you want to go on a date or something-".

His abrupt stop in the sentence has you turning with a questioning gaze but stopping short, seeing his face turn a pasty shade of green.

"Are you ok- Shit!" you quickly move out of his way as his hand covers his mouth, eyes bulge in panic, and he runs towards the door, wordlessly waving his wand and dashing out of the door with the promise of going to vomit.

You're unsure whether to be worried for his well-being and sudden turn or offended that he had suddenly become so unwell. Either way, you were well and truly finished with the day. Buttoning up your jeans, you began to move towards the open door and back down to the loud mass of students downstairs, but the door slamming in your face and audibly locking had you halting.

"What the fuck?" you question under your breath, rushing towards the door and twisting the handle, but it was thoroughly locked. "Alohamora" with a wave of your wand, you'd expected the door to unlock, but even this didn't work as panic slowly began to set in as you started to wonder if this was some trap in the room for people who sneak in. "Shit! Please open, please, please, please!" you repeat with more urgency as you continue to try and spell the door open, but then a low behind you in the empty room has you screaming and turning until your back is pressed against the door.

"He didn't make you cum”, James stated with venom laced in his words as he revealed himself from underneath his invisibility cloak.

"James?! What the fuck- have you been there the entire time?!" you hissed in rage, your body becoming hot all over as realisation dawned on you.

"Why did you fake an orgasm with him?" he asked, repeating the same subject as before as he stepped closer to you from where he was leaning against the desk at the opposite end of the room.

"You can't just follow me around, James! That's so fucking creepy, and wait - did you hex Quirrell? Is that why he was sick?"

"He fucking deserved it for not making you cum”, he declares as his body trembles with the restrained anger flowing through his veins, the vein in his throat bulging as he takes a step towards you.

Shaking your head in disbelief, you begin to pace in front of the fire, rubbing your hands over your face as you go through about every emotion humanly possible. "I don't understand you whatsoever! Who are you to judge who and how I spend my time? You never cared before, so why now?" Turning to face him, you see the anger that seems to have disappeared from his body as he slowly steps towards you, his eyes unblinking as they bore into yours, full of rich emotion that you were too frightened to name.

You felt breathless as he stepped into your personal space. The fire crackled to your side and illuminated half of his handsome face, reflecting off the glasses already beginning to slide down his nose as he peered down at you, and you had to clench your fist to stop yourself from pushing them back up again.

James was still wearing his school uniform, you noticed, giving yourself the slightest distraction from the anger and confusion pulsing through your body.

Your mouth suddenly felt dry as you asked quietly, "How did you know I was faking it?"

James breathed in through his nose as his eyes scoured your face. "There were a few obvious signs". You became utterly captivated with every word he had to say as he lifted his fingers, gently held your chin, and began to tilt your face further up to his as he lowered his own so there was only a breath width between the tips of your noses.

"One, you always hold your breath just as you're tipping over the edge. Two, your eyes were open; you usually close them as you become lost in the moment", he numbered off whilst gently kissing the corner of your lips and like every other time recently, your body reacted instantly to the touches, pulsing and begging for more but then he listed the final sign. You truly became wholly lost to James Potter. "And third, the reason I know you didn't orgasm was because you weren't saying my name".

A soft moan escaped your parted lips as he had you hypnotised and, blaming it once more entirely on the alcohol, closed the gap between both of your mouths.

The kiss was everything you could have ever wanted for a first romantic kiss with someone you had a crush on. However, it meant so much more. Barriers were being broken, friendships snapped for potentially a lifetime, and yet it was what you needed—more than the air in your lungs, than the heat blazing from the fire. You needed James, and he evidently needed you.

The gentle and tentative touch of your lips lasted for a single breath, and then all restraint keeping you back was released as both of you gripped each other fiercely. Your fingers wove through his soft hair, pulling him down firmly as his arms wrapped around your waist, tugging you until both of your chests were pushed together.

Where you'd once been overheating with rage, now you were ablaze with lust. The clothes were too tight and claustrophobic against your skin as you needed to touch his. Thankfully James had the same idea, as both of your faces tilted, the kiss deepening with longing strokes of tongues and swapping of saliva, just like you'd taught him those weeks ago, his hands began to move beneath your clothes frantically.

Before long, your jumper was carelessly dropped to the floor, the same with his tie and shirt. Your fingers explored his toned chest and stomach, enjoying the little hitches of breath that he moaned. However, it was your turn as he moved your bra straps off your shoulders as his nimble fingers unhooked the band at the back with a simple flick, another trick you had taught him last week.

Before you could compliment him, his lips were trailing down your neck, sucking and licking on the sensitive areas until you were mewling with need. However, he didn't stop lowering his face until his lips were wrapped around your nipple, pulling the sensitive bud into his mouth and pressing the flat of his tongue against it.

"James!" you keened, rising to the tips of your toes to press your chest harder into his face, and he loved it from the deep groan he released, his fingers flexing on your lower back.

The Marauder moved from one breast to the next, teasing and nibbling until you were a desperate mess. Gripping onto his hair, you tugged on it, forcing his face away from your tits so that you could go back to kissing him deeply whilst also pulling on his shoulders towards the direction of the sofa.

Catching onto the direction he was being pulled in, James took over the lead as he sat down and pulled you into his lap, where you straddled his thighs. You couldn't help but contemplate how the position mirrored the one that started this entire situation, except now you weren't teaching. He was more leading and dominating the situation.

The hand on your lower back pressed more pressure until your crotch was flush against his. It felt somewhat wrong to have your chests both naked and pressed together, but the rest was still covered with jeans and trousers. However, it didn't stop the moans from escaping either of you as his hands moved your hips so you were grinding on his cock.

"Sweetheart, I need these off. Right fucking now before I combust", James pleaded as he undid the button of your jeans.

"You two then, Potter, off!". Once more, the clothes were off of your body within the blink of an eye until you were both only in underwear. Returning to finding your pussy against his cock, now you could genuinely find some real pleasure as the fabric of your underwear and the shape of his erection pressed against your clit, causing your insides to clench with the need to be filled.

James began to chuckle as his lips wandered down your throat, causing you to sit back and ask, "What's so funny?"

Moving his face closer to yours, he confidently stated, "I can feel how wet you are, even through my boxers". The two of you looked down to see a wet patch had formed over the grey material of his underwear where you'd been rubbing yourself as you realised you'd soaked through your lace material. The smile soon drained from your face as you both looked at one another.

"I need you", you dared to whisper as your hands moved from his shoulders to cup his cheeks, skimming the edge of the metal frames of his glasses.

The Adam's apple bobbed in his throat as he repeated the words with just as much passion, "I need you too".

It was almost like an out-of-body experience, your lust and arousal dictating your movements as you both held eye contact as you raised on your knees, pulling aside your underwear as James pushed the waistband of his underwear down to the mid-thigh.

Nothing separated the two of you now, and you could have cried as you positioned the head of his cock at your entrance. His arms moved around your body, hugging you close as he rested his forehead against yours.

"Oh Sweetheart, you feel - holy shit - you feel so good", James gasped as you lowered yourself to his length.

You were shaking with the overwhelming sensations pouring through your body, making just as pleading praises to the man currently stretching your cunt. For once, it wasn't about teaching him anything but just following instincts and responding to each other's bodies. You both took a second to adjust to the new sensations and then you couldn't wait another moment before rolling your hips, easing your body up and down.

The room echoed with the fire crackling and the sound of your drenched cunt being filled with James' cock over and over as he began to find more confidence, meeting your hips midway with his own thrust.

"Yes! Just like that!" you praise, tipping your head back and allowing him to move with his vigour as he fucked into you desperately.

"I- I feel like we're made for each other", he grunts as he looks down at where your bodies meet.

"Me too! James, please don't stop!" You could feel it, that tightening in your core that gave you such pleasure. You felt as if it was too much as it continued to build in the moment, as all you could do was cling to the man beneath you.

"That's it, Sweetheart, I want you to cum for me, say my name and cum”, he demanded as he fucked you as hard as he could, holding onto your shoulder to keep you in position. All air escaped your lungs as your eyes closed, and the tightness in your pleasure exploded in a flurry of clenches as you squeezed his cock through your orgasm, screaming his name like it was the only thing that mattered.

Through your overwhelming pleasure, you were half aware of the shivers and grunts coming from James as he couldn't contain himself any further and came with his shaft buried entirely within you. The thick seed spilt into you, mixing with your own juices and pooling into his lap as it began to slip out as his cock softened.

Heavy breaths and the stink of sex suffocated the small room as you both clung to the tendrils of hope that had bloomed from giving in to temptation.

But like most things, the happiness had to end as his grip loosened on you and the reality of the situation dawned on the both of you.

No more kisses were shared, no more longing looks as you clambered off of his lap, and the two of you began to dress, ignoring the fact that both of your underwear were now coated in bodily fluids.

Just as you pulled your jumper above your head and turned towards the door, James' hand circled yours. "Please don't shut me out, you're my best friend, I can't lose you". You don't say anything, and the emotions that had been threatening to spill all day finally surfaced as tears lined your eyes and your nose became stuffy. James looked devastated by your reaction as he stepped closer, his hands cupping either side of your face. "Did I hurt you? Please tell me you don't regret this".

"I should regret this", you begin to explain, letting the tears slip free, but James' thumb was there to swipe them all away. "But I don't, never with you. The only thing I regret is that this was your first time in this shitty little room and-. And your virginity wasn't meant for me".

James frowns at your words as he kisses your temple for a long second, "I'm pretty sure it's my virginity, and I can do whatever the fuck I want with it and give it to whoever I like. Also, side note, speaking about my virginity like this makes me sound like some virgin sacrifice".

You laugh tearily, leaning into his touch for a moment before stepping out of his grip and moving towards the door, turning the handle but finding it still locked. You couldn't turn around to face him, knowing it would break you to see the sadness in his eyes.

"Please don't go", James pleaded.

"Let me go, James", you whispered, meaning the sentence in more ways than one.

"I can't, Sweetheart", he admits, sounding almost broken.

"You have to. I don't want to be your bit on the side".

"You aren't my bit on the side; I mean, I can't do that to Lily; that's why I haven't asked her to be my girlfriend yet because of what we were doing".

Your heart sank at his words even though you knew he wasn't necessarily saying it to be cruel. "You can't do that to Lily, but you could do that to me? Please, James, please just let me go".

You were greeted with pure silence, and just as you're about to turn around and ask again, the door unlocks, and you're out the door in less than a second, rushing down the staircase and away from what you'd done but not before you're out of earshot as James screams the word "Fuck!" like a broken man.

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[theemporium]

Hi! I'd love a touchy bestfriend! Sirius Black, where girl reader is cuddling with him on his bed, no bra, his shirt and biker shorts, and then the other Marauders walk in like "wtf?" I know, too specific, sorry. Hope you can do it!

thank you for requesting!🫶🏽

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“Ugh, they are doing it again!” 

You lifted your head from the book you were currently reading, finding James Potter standing at the end of the bed with his nose scrunched up as he took in the sight of you laying on his best friend’s bed. With said best friend currently lying on top of you with his head on your stomach, your shirt (or, really, his shirt) pushed up to expose your torso.

“Leave them alone,” Remus called out from his bed, his tone blunt and unbothered.

“Jealous I stole your boyfriend, Potter?” You teased, a shit-eating grin on your face.

“No,” he huffed, crossing his arms over his chest but his eyes narrowed at the way the two of you were tangled up together. “You have your own room, you know.”

You raised your brows. “Is that your subtle way of trying to kick me out?”

Sirius let out a noise of disagreement. “She’s staying, Prongs, get over it.”

“It was more a subtle way of telling you both to take your weird, cuddly shit somewhere else so I don’t have to be affronted with it every time I come in,” James corrected. 

“We are literally just chilling here,” you retorted.

“It’s basically foreplay,” James grumbled in response. “I cuddle with Pads all the time and we never have this much skin touching.”

You grinned. “You sound jealous again.”

“I am not jealous!” James huffed before turning to look at Remus for some help. “C’mon, back me up here, Moony.”

Remus turned to glance over at you and Sirius, his eyes darting over the way your bodies were entangled like you were one person. He noted the way Sirius’ nose brushed up and down your skin as he sunk further into your embrace, the way his hands were practically halfway up your shirt and definitely much higher than a friend’s should be. He noted the way your legs were wrapped around his body too, like you wanted to keep him close. 

“Yeah, looks super platonic,” Remus deadpanned.

Sirius grunted, lifting his head to glare at his two friends. “You know, this was a lot more pleasing when neither of you were here.”

“Stop getting pissy because we are interupting your afternoon nap with the truth,” James snapped back at him, looking a little too smug when he noted the way Sirius’ cheeks flushed pink. 

“Fuck off, Prongs,” Sirius huffed out before he nuzzled his face against your stomach once again. He let out a pleased noise when your hand for his hair, your nails lightly scratching along his scalp.

“We are just friends,” you said to James, but he heard it. He heard the hint in your voice. Maybe it was longing or something else. 

But James had a feeling that his best friend wasn’t the only one hiding his feelings.

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[multifandomfix]

The Spell You Cast - Severus Snape

Summary: The smell of Amortentia can change over time. And while teaching, Severus notices a difference in his own. Yet the new scent is familiar to him. Where has he smelled it before?

Word Count: 1,028

Warnings: A little light angst

Amortentia was perhaps the potion Severus most disliked. He didn’t even know why it was taught to students. To teach them patience and discipline, he supposed, since it took so long to brew. But he was of the opinion that love should not be manufactured, but freely given. Messing with one's heart was asking for trouble. And he’d not known any use of the vile potion to work out well in the end for any of its brewers, nor its victims. Best to keep away from it, and so he did. At least until he had to teach how it was made.

Amortentia's only positive quality, should you ask him, was its scent. It often induced pleasant smells that brought back beautiful memories to whomever deigned to take a whiff, but that aside, it held no other value to him. His had always smelled the same, and the memories attached to it were bittersweet on his best day.

The students were moderately well behaved when class begun, only a stray snide comment and a few snickers at the announcement of brewing the vexing love potion. He could have easily shut it down quickly with a stern word, but he didn’t altogether care what their opinions were on the potion itself, only on getting the lesson of its making over with.

As he brewed his own as an example, he felt like he could already smell the familiar scent bubbling up from the cauldron. Yet, as his demonstration progressed, he could have sworn the scent he knew so well had changed. It was subtle at first, lilies changing to another indistinct floral note. Fresh morning dew to vanilla. And tea. The scent of tea was brand new to him, at least where his amortentia was concerned.

He hoped his expression had remained neutral, despite the surprise. He’d not brewed the potion since last year, and perhaps he’d mistaken an ingredient. Unlike him, but everyone was prone to a slip up now and then, surely. If his face had registered any surprise, thankfully the students thought it best not to question it nor comment upon it, and he was left to his own devices at the end of the class period to figure out what had gone awry.

He’d checked his method and it was flawless as was expected. So that meant it was the potion itself that had changed its scent. But how, and when. He couldn’t fathom the reason for such a change after all these years. It wasn’t as if his tastes had changed. How perplexing.

Choosing to relegate the oddity to the back of his mind for the time being, Severus went about his day as was normal for him. Several more classes took up his day, and he remained thankful that only one class was working on the dreaded amortentia this semester. He didn’t think he could stand smelling the new fragrance of his own several more times that day.

Somehow, the smell lingered in his nostrils throughout the day, as if it were nagging him. It did smell familiar to him, but he’d been so struck by its difference to what he’d come to expect that he hadn’t realized the smell was indeed one he encountered fairly often. Where remained the only question.

He thought of his favorite shop, and the place on the Hogwarts campus that he most enjoyed, though neither of these locations possessed the smell that plagued him so. The people he spent the most time with, and those that he enjoyed the company of were ruled out as well. Minerva was more of an old books and catnip type.

The stern look of frustration mixed with concentration on Severus' face stopped you short as you were en route to pass him in the hallway. It was so terribly unlike him to linger in the halls when students were still passing through. You knew something must have been wrong. "Severus," you softly pressed. You reached your hand out in order to rest it on his shoulder, but instead you hovered, thinking better of it. You felt you were already likely to startle him.

Though he did not jump, he slowly met your eyes, bringing his own out of the middle distance he’d been apparently staring into prior to your arrival. "Are you alright," you asked of him.

"Quite so," he replied. He was not displeased to see you, but you were an unexpected surprise since he hadn’t seen you coming. "It has been an odd day is all," he confessed.

You nodded and gave him a sympathetic smile. "We all have those," you reassured, now placing your hand on his shoulder, thinking the reassurance would mean more with the gesture. You’d definitely had your fair share of days like that, and though it seemed out of place for Severus to have such a day, it stood to reason that he had them just as frequently as you yourself did, he just had a better way of hiding it when he did. Except for today, apparently.

Confident that he wasn’t in some form of distress that was unmanageable, you gave him one more soft smile and took your leave, heading for your classroom before your own students wondered what had kept you from arriving on time.

As you left, the small gust of wind in your wake left Severus with that same smell of tea, vanilla and flowers, precisely the way his amortentia now smelled. Eyes widening at the realization, he turned his head in your direction. It had indeed been last year when you’d started teaching at Hogwarts, filling in for a professor who had taken some leave and that was shortly after his last time brewing the potion. In that year, he’d fallen in love with you.

It was the only logical explanation. It was a frightening one to him, the prospect of finding someone again after everything that had happened all those years ago with Lily, but maybe his amortentia did have a use to him. It let him realize his feelings for you. And now it was up to him to decide if it was worth pursuing them.

For anon

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[siriusblackloml]

Kinktober 2023 - siriusblackloml

intro: my first ever kinktober!! guys i am SO excited for this month and all the fun prompts i have planned hehe. for those who do not know, i am in school full time, student government, dance club, and am currently in practicum. ah! that's a lot! due to this full schedule, i will not be posting something for every day of october. sorry! maybe next year i'll make it up to you guys :) let's jump into the rules!

rules: i am NOT taking requests specifically for kinktober. yes, my inbox is still open, but i will not include any of your requests for my kinktober schedule. all of my writings will follow my typical rules/expectations. click this link to check out my rules and my character list! - these are only going to be blurbs, not necessarily a whole one shot!

schedule: the following list is the schedule i have set for myself this kinktober. if you want to be tagged in every post, please comment "TAG ME" on this post in order to added to my taglist!

SIRIUSBLACKLOML KINKTOBER 2023 SCHEDULE October 2nd: Fingering | Harry Potter October 6th: Hickies | Ron Weasley October 9th: Getting head | Hermoine Granger October 13th: Blowjob | Neville Longbottom October 16th: Dom!Reader | Draco Malfoy October 20th: Dry humping | George Weasley October 23rd: Doggy | Spanking | Tom Riddle October 27th: Leash | Sirius Black October 30th: Breeding/Creampie | Remus Lupin October 31st: Soggy Cookie Challenge | Marauders

make sure to spread the word! can't wait to see y'all in october <3

TAGLIST: @calmspencer, @baddiebbarbietngz, @slytherclaw1978, @serendipitous-fernweh

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[reginaaxxwrites]

It Took Time (Fred Weasley)

This was been in my draft for months already. I decided to finally post it. This story contains 6.2k words. Enjoy!

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Fred Weasley x Fem!Reader (With a little bit George x Fem!Reader)

Warning: IT CONTAINS SMUT (Guys, I know this is the first time I released smut fanfiction. I just hope this one is good enough. I did not intend this story to have smut, but there you go. Enjoy your meal.)

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How do I start this?

I am madly in love with George Weasley. Yes, the famous George Weasley who always gets into trouble along with his brother, Fred Weasley. It was hard liking someone inside your circle of friends.

I tried not to be obvious about my feelings for him. I try to act casual because it's my way of controlling myself to burst my emotions when I'm with him. But sometimes I just can't help myself from showing him.

George would always sit beside me and talk about everything. Like his favorite spell or his memorable pranks. With every word he says, I can't help but get lost in it. I stare at him with dreamy eyes. And even if I get lost in his words, I still understand everything he said and it always piques my interest. I'll never get tired of his stories.

Unlike his brother, George seems to be more reserved. I don't know how to explain it but without Fred, he wouldn't be as chaotic as he is today. I guess they just complete each other.

"I think he fancies you," Angelina whispered beside me. I nudged her and rolled my eyes.

"I think not. Now, shut up and let me do homework." I continued to write on my parchment paper.

"Boringgg." She yawned.

I would be lying if I say I didn't think that he fancies me. I mean, it's possible. Or maybe I just like to assume things and feed my delusions. Because there are times he would flirt, but I don't know if that was intentional or if it's not.

"Damn you, Angelina." I glared at her. She looks confused as to why I cursed at her.

"I am mad. I really fancy him. And I can't do something about it." I buried myself on the table.

"Then confess to him. You'll never know until you initiate the move to tell him." She's right but what if I have been wrong all this time? That he simply just sees me as his friend.

George Weasley, why are you so hard to read?

"So... Any ideas how will you confess to him?" Angelina leaned on the table with a teasing smirk placed upon her lips.

"Shut it." I tried to ignore her but she was too clever to know it'll just keep bothering me and in the end, I would talk about it.

"Oh, I don't know, Angelina!" I slammed my quill and looked at her. I noticed that the Common Room went silent, so I looked around. They were all looking at me.

Okay, maybe I slam my quill too loud and too hard. I gave them my apology look and went on about what they were doing a while ago.

"Whoa, calm down, girl. You know I think it's unnecessary to confess--"

"But you just said a while ago?!" I am upset. Because it's been frustrating since then when I started to like him.

"I know. But listen to me. Everyone in this room knows you fancy him. Even his twin teases you about it. I'm sure George knows it too somehow. Maybe he just acts dumb because like you, he doesn't want to assume things."

"So, I should confess to him?"

"It's not like it's your obligation to do so. But if it's what you want. If it's the only way to stop you from overthinking then go. Take the risk or lose the chance, they say." Angelina smiled at me. She just knew the right thing to say.

-

I'm scared.

As the day goes by, I intend to show that I like him. But I'm not sure if he can tell. I'm not good with words. Never was. I'm starting to stutter, I can't even look at his eyes when I talk to him. I'm nervous whenever he's around.

Poor George doesn't know what I was feeling. How I was acting weird when he sits beside me during class and in the Great Hall.

If I don't tell him sooner, I'll forever look dumb in front of him.

"I can't tell him," I whispered to myself. Maybe it's because it's too soon. George and I recently got close this year because he joined me in playing exploding snaps during the first day of our sixth year. Ever since then, we just talk and talk.

"Hey, Longbottom." I knew I recognized that voice. I looked to see George making his way beside me.

"George." I greeted with a faint smile.

"I was looking for you."

"You are?" Why was he looking for me? Millions of possibilities went through my mind about why he was looking at me.

"Yes, I am. Lee was telling me about our paper and told me to get you so we could start at the Library." Oh. Of course, our research paper.

"You? When did George Weasley suddenly talk about boring stuff? What piques your interest?" I teased him and he just laughs.

Damn, his laughter. It's making my stomach churn or whatever it is.

"Well for one, Lee wanted to finish this paper so he could still be commenting in the upcoming Quidditch. Because Godric knows how bad his marks are."

"Aren't yours bad as his?" I raised my eyebrow at him.

"Rude but yes. That's one, no, two. And lastly, we know the kind of nerd you are and how you like to finish the given tasks as soon as possible. Aren't we making this easy for you, Longbottom?" He was grinning and looking at me. I swear I could feel my whole face turning into a beet red.

"Fine, Weasley." I took my stuff as he leads the way through the Library where Lee is waiting for us.

Once we entered the Library, Lee waves us over to the table where he was and books are already opened. I sat beside him while George took the seat in front of us.

"You do realize we still have a month to do this paper, right? We don't have to start right away." I told him while I bring out my notebooks and quills and ink.

"Who are you and what have you done to Y/N?" Lee acted surprised as I rolled my eyes at him.

"I mean, the sooner we finish this, the better. Don't you agree, George?" He looked at his best friend who nodded and grinned like an idiot.

"I feel like you two are messing with me." I glared at them.

"Whaaat?"

"Never," George answered.

I didn't push the subject any longer and started to skim the books Lee placed on our table. I guess, it is better to have this paper finished.

Later that night, I told Angelina how my day and her day went like we always do before going to bed.

"Have you decided?" Angelina asked while she was helping me brush my hair. We were both looking at each other in our reflection in the mirror.

"It's only a month since I started liking him. Don't you think it's too soon?" I was already playing with my necklace's pendant which was given by my mother. I did this a lot of times whenever I'm nervous.

My best friend held both of my shoulders and gave me an assuring smile.

"Then take your time. I'm sure you'll get the courage to tell him. I mean, we're Gryffindors, are we?"

"We are."

-

It was getting worst.

Exams are coming soon and I cannot focus. His image comes into my mind and I can't focus. I really need to tell him. I should, it would help me clear my thoughts. It was now or never.

I grabbed my sweater before leaving the Common Room and looked for the red-haired male almost everywhere in the castle. Then, I remembered they were supposed to be at the Courtyard today.

When I finally saw the guy I was looking for, I didn't waste any moment and grabbed his wrist. I heard some of the students whistling and teasing us, including his brother while I look for a quiet place where we can talk.

"Is something the matter, Y/N?" He looked into my eyes, his eyebrows furrowed.

"I... I--there's something I need to tell you..." I could faint at any moment because my hands were cold and shaking.

Deep breaths, Y/N. You can do this.

"Y/N--"

"I like you. It's bad, I know. We became friends not long ago. It was getting worst and I can't just sit still and do nothing about it. You don't have to like me back. And I understand if...if you don't want to be friends with me anymore..." I could feel my cheeks getting wet from my tears.

Ha, why am I crying?

I'm frustrated and confused because, for the first time, he's the first guy who is gentle toward me. I couldn't look at him even though I want to see his reaction. I'm scared.

"I don't know what to say... It's not like every day I received confessions like this. But..." He took a step closer to me. "Could you give me time? To think about, I mean."

I didn't answer him instead, I nodded. I tried to wipe my tears but a hand stopped me and gave me a handkerchief.

"Here. Don't cry."

I went back to the Common Room and saw Angelina waiting for me. She saw how red my eyes are and quickly went over to me. She embraced me, comforting me in her arms.

"How did it go?" She asked as we enter our dorm room. We sat in my bed and she tried to fix my face.

"I do not know. He told me to give him time. But Godric knows he won't talk about that conversation again unless I initiate it."

I tried to avoid George every time we cross the hallways, Angelina would sit beside me during classes and never left my side. 

I was fixing my things when suddenly the door slammed hard. I turned to look around to see Angelina panting hard as if she had run all the way into our dorm room.

"Angelina! Are you all right? You look like you ran--"

"That's because I ran all the way in here." She took off her scarf and throw it on her bed.

"You need to talk to him." She firmly said to me. I looked away.

"Y/N, it's more painful to leave a question not answered than get rejected. I cannot stand my two best friends avoiding each other when they only got to be friends before the term started." She took my hand and helped me to stand up.

"But..."

"I don't want to get your hopes up. But I heard him and Lee talked about you. He told Lee that you had a chance but--"

"Nothing comes good after 'but'." I joked.

"I know. But he's scared, Y/N. He doesn't want to hurt you. If you talk to him now... You might help him to chase away anything that scares him from being with you. You need to take another risk."

Another risk...

"He's in the Common Room. Talk to him, Y/N. If it doesn't work out then I'm here for you. Always." She kissed my cheeks and pulled me out of the room. We took downstairs and saw the three of them.

He was laughing together with his best friends, Lee and Fred. Angelina went over to them and the two boys stood up. They both looked at me and smiled. The boys and Angelina left the room, leaving me and George.

"Y/N."

"George."

"Am I an idiot for liking you this much? Because if I am, then I must be the most idiotic of all idiots." I fake laughed but he didn't. His face showed an expression I'd never seen before. It was dark. It feels like he took my breath away.

He took steps closer to me.

"I'm sorry. I don't think I am ready to be with someone. I don't want to hurt you because you are one of the most important people in my life." I saw how he wanted to touch me or take my hand. But something was stopping him. It's like he can't take the risk of touching me like I'm fragile. He thinks that once he touches me, I'm going to break. He is scared of hurting me more.

"I'm sorry for making you wait for nothing."

"No, I get it. And I'm sorry... For avoiding you, for acting like I didn't know you, or pretending like we weren't friends at all after I did something that made you feel uncomfortable." I gave him a faint smile.

"I hope we can still be friends."

"We are friends, George. We always will be." our eyes never left looking at each other until the clock struck midnight.

"Good night, Weasley. I'll see you tomorrow." I started to walk away. I didn't bother to wait for his response.

"Good night." I heard him say before I reach the top of the stairs to look at him one last time before entering into my dorm room.

-

The rejection helped me to calm my thoughts. To stop me from assuming but the sudden actions from him never stopped. How he makes sure I don't get sweaty and hot from the sun's heat. Or when it rains he casts a spell to make an umbrella and we would share it.

I don't get him.

How can I move on when his words are contradicting his actions? Why does he keep making me a fool?

"What're you three doing?" I saw the twins and Lee brewing something in their cauldron. Potions ingredients were everywhere. If McGonagall saw this mess they would've been sent to detention straight away.

Bananas.

Newt Spleens

An orange snake.

A green leaf.

"Fred and George Weasley! You're making an aging potion! And you, Lee Jordan, tell me why am I not surprised that you're also a part of this?" I know what they're trying to do. They're going to try and trick the Goblet of Fire.

"Of course, you could tell by looking at the ingredients. Brilliant, isn't she?" Fred grinned like an idiot.

"No need to state what's always been obvious, Forge." He commented on his brother. They continued to mix the potion as if I wasn't there to scold them which I am debating on it.

"Have you decided?" Lee asked.

"What?"

"It's painful to look at you when you're trying to decide whether to tell McGonagall or you'd rather help us finish this potion." He explained.

"Actually... I'm not. Because this is stupid. Dumbledore cast a spell around the Goblet. You cannot trick the Goblet of Fire or Dumbledore." I lectured them but they just snickered.

These boys.

"No wonder Hermione worships the ground you walk, Longbottom." Fred teased me as I rolled my eyes at him.

"You three are going to regret it," I warned them but they just seem not to care.

"And thank you for the warning." The twins said in chorus.

"But"

"you know us--"

"breaking the rules." They gave me their most mischievous smiles.

I looked at Lee and he just shrugged. "What they said."

The next day, we were in the Great Hall during our free time. Hermione sat beside me, reading her book while I helped my brother with his assignment.

"You're joking," I told my brother. He looked at me, confused.

"You don't need my help in Herbology, Neville. You have high marks than I was when I'm in your year. Have confidence in yourself."

"Really?" I pinched his cheeks as I nod at his question.

Suddenly we heard laughter and looked to see the three pig brains. They went over in our direction while holding a small bottle containing the potion.

"Done it." Fred showed us the potion. I rolled my eyes at him while Hermione was trying to stop them.

"Honestly, don't even try," I whispered to her but she continued.

"It's not going to work." Hermione sang the words as the twins went closer to her. Fred looking at her, closely as well as George.

"Oh, really, Granger?" Fred smirked at her. Hermione tried to explain what I already told them last night.

And of course, they didn't listen to her and drank the potion. She looked at me, annoyed at the three boys. I mouthed her 'I told you, so.' before she went back to her book. Harry and Ron seem to be fascinated by the trick.

After they drank the potion, they stepped inside the circle and the students clapped and cheered them on.

Oh, now I'm curious what's going to happen. I watched them put their paper in the Goblet. We saw nothing happen to them so the students clapped in amazement. Of course, I believed that something is still going to happen.

And something did happen.

"Argh!" Lee, Fred, and George flew out of the circle as they aged into an old man. Peals of laughter filled the entire Great Hall. I couldn't help but also laugh. They tried to punch each other and put the blame on one another.

Later that day, Angelina and I decided to visit them in the Hospital Wing. They were finally going back to their age. Well, almost.

"I'd say a beard looks good on you, Weasley." I joked as I sat beside his bed. I touched his beard as he chuckled.

"I still look like a thirty-year-old man." He smiled.

"Better than looking like an eighty-year-old man."

"Ouch. I expect to still look handsome at that age." He placed his right arm on his left chest as if he was struck in the heart.

"Are you? I didn't take a good look. I was busy laughing earlier." I teased him and Godric, I hated when he gave me that smirk on his lips. I want to rip it.

Calm down, Y/N.

"At least tell me I made a perfect potion. Don't want to disappoint a potion master."

"You... You were never bad at potions, George Weasley." I gave him a gentle smile and he just kept quiet looking at me.

-

"I was already rejected and yet I still hope for us to happen." I buried my face in my pillow. My best friend sat beside me.

"Why do I feel like you're about to try and confess to him one more time?" I know she was teasing but damn her because she is giving me an idea to do so.

"Oh, no. I am only joking, Y/N! Don't even think about it." She said, firmly. "I swear I'm this close to swinging a bat on a bludger and then aiming it in his face."

"Please don't."

"I won't. Only because you said 'please'."

"What am I supposed to do? I expect these feelings would go away after getting rejected. Now, I'm only falling deeper." I'm starting to cry again out of frustration.

"Nothing. Just nothing." She looks at me as I sat down properly at my bed.

"You are not the problem here, Y/N. He's the one to blame. Putting you in this position where you should be moving on. Because Godric's sword, if only you know how boys from Durmstrang and Beauxbaton look at you every time you walked past them."

"What?"

"See. You don't need to set your eyes only on one boy who rejected you but proceeds to act as if he fancies you. Find other guys. Move on."

"But what if he does like me? He's just not ready like he said..."

"That's bullshit. It doesn't matter whether you're ready or not. If you like someone, you'd still pursue them, take the risk even if it's scary. Just like you did. Clearly, he's giving you mixed signals." Angelina sounded angry. She was annoyed like she wanted to punch George if she ever saw him.

"Would you get mad if I told you that I just sent him a letter? Confessing to him the second time?" I pout as she turns her face into a sour one.

"Y/N LONGBOTTOM!" She was angry. Really angry. "What exactly did you write in that letter?!"

"That I still fancy him. That if I didn't receive an owl from him later this evening, it means... All he did meant nothing to him."

"Please swear to me that this will be the last thing you will do." She just sighed.

"I promise."

"Then, are you sure you're ready for whatever response you receive from him?" Angelina looked worried for me. That's why I am lucky to have her by my side.

"Yes."

As expected from him, I didn't receive any owls from him. I slept through the night so I don't have to cry until it reaches morning.

My best friend and I went to breakfast, avoiding that one Weasley. While I was eating and chatting with Angelina, someone poked my sides. I look to see Fred, grinning as he sat beside me.

"Morning." He greeted us.

"Is there something you need, Fred?" Angelina raised an eyebrow at her friend.

"Nothing. I just wanted to eat breakfast." He shrugged his shoulders while placing a toast on his plate and into mine.

"I can get my own toast." I sounded mean but I didn't mean to.

"Looks like someone had a bad sleep."

"She did, Fred." Angelina rolled her eyes at him.

"I see... Well, let me just enjoy my breakfast, at least." Fred grinned like an idiot.

-

The twins were a bit mean when they started a bet between Harry and Cedric. Poor Harry seemed to look like he wants to drop out of the Tournament. Sadly, he can't because it's part of the rules.

And then there's Fred, who would always pester me around. He would poke my sides, even if he goddamn well knows that's my tickle spot. He would open up to me easily, telling me how he had a crush on Angelina during our 4th year. But stopped pursuing her because my best friend clearly doesn't look interested in dating him.

We became closer. We became more than acquaintances. We were close friends.

We became inseparable.

Angelina noticed it. How happy I am. I was blooming, she said. She never saw me this happy. And she was wondering why but didn't bother to have it answered because all she cares about was my happiness.

"You're an idiot, Fred." I scold him. "And stop that betting game you and your twin started. It only brings war upon Hufflepuffs and Gryffindors."

"You know, I've noticed you kept saying 'your twin'." He changed the subject. I looked away and watch the birds fly into the gloomy sky.

We are both in Black Lake to get some fresh air.

"I do not know what you mean."

"Damn, I know he rejected you. But I get it. You see, the problem with George is that he's afraid of women. He once liked Angelina but he did nothing about it." I was surprised that George liked Angelina. This is the first time I am hearing this.

"You both liked the same girl?"

"It always happens. A bit frustrating, honestly. But at times like that, I'm willing to give up the woman I like for him. We're twins but he's the younger one so..."

"You let go."

"Always. For my twin's happiness."

"What about yours?" I felt pity for him. I know I shouldn't because he wouldn't like that.

"George's happiness is my happiness." He smiled at me. But I know it was a sad one. I leaned my head against his shoulder.

"A true Gryffindor." I felt him chuckle.

"So are you."

No.

No.

No.

No.

No.

No.

No.

Oh, no.

No... I can't possibly be falling for him now. This would be an outrage. I can't.

It's only been three months ever since I stopped liking George. Three months since then I have not talked to him.

"You and Fred seemed gotten closer. Both of you suited more perfectly." Angelina, once again, I know she's joking but she isn't helping.

Does she need to know? Must she know? I don't know. She might make fun of me.

Godric, it feels like a sin to fall for Fred.

"Oh, dear... I know that look. You like Fred." She placed her hand on her lips and went beside me. "Tell me everything." She doesn't look disgusted. Instead, she looks like she's excited.

I told her everything I know and she can't remove her smile ever since I started talking.

"Godric! I knew it!" She was giggling. "So what do you intend to do?"

"Nothing. I can't let him know. He can't know. I won't confess. I won't tell him anything." I mumbled.

"Right. Let him be the one to develop his feelings for you. You don't have to do anything this time." She smiled and pulled me into a hug.

"You should never feel guilty for liking someone. I pray that this time, Fred will do exactly the opposite George did to you. You two suit together, really."

"Thank you, Angelina. For everything."

"What friends are for?"

-

Professor McGonagall announced that there will be a ball. The ball is only exclusive for the fourth year and above.

Our head of house started to prepare us for the ball. She called all Gryffindors from the fourth year and above to practice our dance steps. So we don't look stupid on the day of the event.

Ron and his friends joked about something while looking at Eloise Mignon. I felt my insides get irritated and then McGonagall called him over for a dance. Fred and George made fun of their brother as well as Harry.

"Now, boys. Find your partners." I saw my brother the first one to rise on his chair. I smiled at him and asked Hermione to dance with him. She gladly accepted my brother's offer.

The other boys finally went to our side. Fred reached my wrist and pulled me on the dance floor.

"Really? No asking but pull the woman you see first? How gentleman of you, Weasley." I joked as he laughs at my words.

"Pleasures all mine, Longbottom." He winked at me as he spun me and then dipped me down while his hand was on my waist and the other one on my hand.

I saw George looking in our direction while he was dancing with Angelina. I immediately broke our eye contact and focus on Fred.

"Smooth." I smiled. "Who do you plan to ask on the ball?" 

"Maybe Angelina? Or some girls from other houses." He answered. I got to admit that it broke my heart a little. I thought that it might occur to him that he can ask me.

"And you?" 

"No one." 

"I thought you were waiting for George to ask you." He teased but ignored it.

"Well, you thought wrong." I didn't mean to sound annoyed but I am. I don't why my mood changes suddenly. "Sorry..." 

"Hey, don't be. I heard girls tend to get stressed on upcoming occasions like this." I unbelievably looked at him. "What? I mean, has anyone asked you?"

"That's a bit rude to ask a girl." I raised my eyebrow at him.

"So, no one--"

"Fred!" I playfully hit his arm. "Of course, someone had asked me. But I turned them down."

"May I ask why?"

"I'm waiting for someone to ask me." I could feel my cheeks burn from embarrassment.

"George, then." He continued to tease me to his twin.

"Please stop." He just laughs at me and continued to dance me away.

The day of the Yule Ball came.

The person I wanted to ask me, is going with someone from Beauxbaton. While my best friend is going with George. 

"Stop fussing over your dress, Y/N." Angelina scolded me while she tries to adjust the back part of my dress.

"Must I attend?" I groaned.

"Yes! Because this might be the last time you'll experience this as a teenager. Now do me a favor and have fun." She finished fixing my dress and place an accessory on my hair.

"You look beautiful."

"I look like a clown." 

"I know you feel bitter because of him but please don't let it ruin your night. Besides going without a date has its perks." She winked at me while I got up and took my white shawl to keep me warm for the night.

"Like what?"

"You can flirt with any guy!"

"Funny. Because you know exactly enough that I can't flirt." I rolled my eyes. "So...you and George?"

"It was a last minute. He just happened to ask me in front of Lee and Fred just to prove to Ron and Harry that they can ask any girl to the dance. We're going as friends." I can't help but smile when Angelina told me what happened.

"Idiots." Both of us giggled the way out of the dorm and went downstairs. 

We saw George patiently waiting for his date, together with Lee. George's eyes were on me instead of Angelina's. I immediately looked away and pretended that didn't happen.

"You look stunning." He complimented her. I went beside Lee who smiled at me.

"Who's the lucky girl?" I asked Lee. The two started walking and we followed.

"Oh, I'm going alone." 

"Why?"

"I'm having trouble who to ask. So, I decided not to come with a date." I immediately understood what he meant.

"How about you? I heard you received a lot of requests and yet you rejected every one of them." Lee gave me his playful smirk as I rolled my eyes at him.

"Piss off, Jordan. Maybe I decided to come alone just like you did." 

"An answer that I'll never believe it's true." I slapped his arm, and we laughed it off as we reached the Great Hall.

Students are already interacting with each other. Giving compliments on how they looked good and the dress robes they were wearing. Some were already dancing while others are eating appetizers and drinking butterbeer.

While Lee keeps talking about asking the girl from Beauxbaton to dance and telling me exactly how he will approach the girl. A tall red-haired caught my gaze. Even though everyone can't tell who is who. I know and I can tell.

He looks handsome in his robes. That long hair he tried not to cut for a new look. But he looks good whether his hair is long or short. I pray not that he will not look in my way. Because I know what he'll do if he does. And I am not yet ready.

"Why don't you go and ask her already? I'm thirsty so I'll go fetch some drinks, okay?" I push my friend towards the girl. He didn't utter another word so I made my way to the tables.

I wasn't feeling to drink anything but water. After I got myself some water, I went further away from the crowd and the dance floor. I hid from my friends because I didn't want them to adjust to me. I want them to have fun without feeling obligated to make me feel better.

A famous band, Weird Sisters, started to take the floor. All of the students laugh and dance the night away. I saw two familiar Gryffindors, who also seems not to enjoy the event.

"And here I thought you went for the evening." I look up to see him lending his hand to me.

"And I thought no one will ever notice that I'm gone." 

"It's already impossible to not notice you, love." He was still waiting for me to take my hand. I was hesitating, scared even. 

"Were... Were you looking for me?" I asked.

"From the moment the ball started. But it seems you were hiding from the crowd." He answered. I took his hand and then led me to the dance floor. 

"I might start to think you fancy me." I joked. He pulled me closer, placing his hands around my waist. His face was close to mine. I could smell his cologne, his breath. I could feel him, his warmth. My heart was racing. 

"What if I am?" He answered in his low voice. His forehead rested on mine, never breaking his gaze on me.

"You're playing pranks on me." 

"Maybe I am." 

"Then stop."

"I can't." 

His eyes kept looking into mine and my lips. He was moving closer as if he was about to kiss me. Maybe he was. When the music stopped playing so did he.  

"I'm sorry." He gently pulled away from me.

"What for?"

"This." I felt sharp in my gut. "Shit. That's not what I meant."

"Clearly, it is. Good night, Fred." I turned my back on him and ran outside the Great Hall. I didn't expect him to follow me through the Courtyard.

"Y/N, please. Listen to me."

"I get it. I know you feel sorry for me. I know that the girl you asked should be the one you held earlier like that. So, why did you even bother to look for me, Fred? I am just your friend, aren't I?" My face was burning in anger but it was also cold because it was snowing. I was stupid for forgetting my coat in the Great Hall because I tried to run away from him.

"You are my friend. And you like my brother. So, you see? I'll be damned if he knew I was about to kiss you." 

"Coward."

"What?"

"George made it clear he didn't like me. But I know it's also wrong to like you after George." Tears started to fall on my cheeks. "Merlin's beard, you are his brother, his twin. What will they think of me once they know I like you when not long ago I was trying to chase your brother?"

"We can't argue again because of a girl. I like you. Hell, I dreamt about holding you close to me, kissing you. Some of it came true, it was enchanting while it lasts." He tried to laugh it off. There was pain in his voice, his eyes were longing for me.

"I think I'm in love with you. You saw and accepted me. Understood me and my messy life. You have been patient with me. But I can't be with you when I know he's starting to fall for you." 

"That's not true."

"It is. You don't have to believe in me. But you will when he tells you. I'm encouraging him to. So, please. Let all your feelings for him fall back in."

"No. You don't get to decide for me. And you don't get to set free all the things so that your brother could get it. You may care for his happiness, but I care for yours." I stomp all my way to him. It was hard to walk wearing my gown and the heavy snow on the ground.

"George had his chance with me. He took that for granted. You don't have to fix things for him. I understand you love your brother, unconditionally. Because I also have a brother that I'm willing to bet my life on. But I know he can take care of himself. He can make his own choices. I guide him but that's just it. His actions, his consequences to face." 

"Y/N..."

"You're a good brother, Fred." I smiled at him.

"She's right, Gred." Fred and I turned to see George walking toward us.

"It turns out this potion worked." He showed us an empty bottle of invisibility potion. 

"I'm sorry for making you feel like you don't deserve anything at all you have to give everything so that I could have it. You don't have to sacrifice everything." He placed his hand on his brother's shoulder.

George then looked at me. He removed his coat and placed it on my shoulder.

"I guess I liked you a little too late." He placed his hand on the top of my head and when closer to my ear.

"Thank you." He messed up my hair and left the two of us.

Fred took my hand as he removed his brother's blazer. We followed him when Fred threw the coat on him.

"She doesn't need it." He said and he led me somewhere more quiet. I heard George laugh as we disappear in his sight.

We entered an empty classroom. He closed the door behind him and muttered spells on it. I was starting to get nervous. 

"Fred?" 

He turned to look at me. It was like seeing a whole different version of him.

"Sorry. Are you still cold?" He went close to me and held both sides of my arms. Caressing them to make me feel warm.

"A little." My eyes found his. 

We were about to kiss and this one would be it.

His lips found mine. He was gentle but started to get rough when I kissed him back, trying to follow him as if he was leading me. He lifted my weight which I was surprised by because I have a plump body. I don't have a toned and thin body like any other girl. And yet he still managed to lift me up as he placed me on a table. His rough, huge hands roam and grabbed my thighs. A moan escaped from my mouth.

"Don't hold it back in." He whispered between our kisses.

"Someone could hear us." 

"I cast a spell, love. No one can hear you. So be loud as you can be." He bit my lip and then his kisses went down on my neck. I could feel he was trying to hold back leaving me marks.

His body rested between my thighs. I could feel him getting hard every time he pushed his body while he kissed me. He was trying so hard not to undress me so he stayed his hands on my bare thighs.

"Tell me to stop. Tell me to go on. Whatever you want. I'll do it. Tell me." He stopped kissing me. His lips were plump and had lipstick stains. My hand went over to his buttoned shirt and unbuttoned the first one.

"Do not stop." With that, his hand on my thigh went higher to grab my ass. I grabbed his wrist while my other hand tried to mess up his hair.

"God, you're breathtaking." While kissing my neck, he slowly unzipped the back of my dress. I felt the warmth of his hand on my bare back. I wasn't wearing any bra so it was easy for him to access my breasts.

He grabbed my breast while his tongue played with my nipple. I arched back in pleasure, making it easy for him to do what he was doing.

"Fred..."

"Be patient, darling." He pulled away from me and completely removed my dress, leaving me only with my undergarment. He also removed his top as I was still sitting on the table. I was awed to see him topless. Quidditch training did his body justice.

He went over to me once more to kiss me. 

"Open your legs." His voice filled with such dominance that I didn't hesitate to do what I was told. He continued to kiss me, massaging my breasts. Those kisses slowly went down my neck, chest, stomach...and down to my...

"Fred!" 

"Do you want to stop?" He asked. I was thankful for making sure I still want to continue.

"It's just..."

"What is it, love? Tell me." 

"Must you kiss me down there?" I looked away because I just asked a dumb question. I heard him chuckle and placed his hand on my chin to make me look at him.

"Do you trust me?"

I nodded at him and he smiled, kissing my forehead for assurance.

"I'm preparing you so you won't have to feel pain."

He slowly removed my undergarment and kissed my pelvis as he went down to my womanhood. As soon as I felt his lips and tongue on my folds, I arched back. The empty classroom was filled with my moans and his kisses. I was starting to feel like I'm going to explode so I grabbed his hair. He stopped.

"Not yet." He licked his lips and unbuckled his trousers. I saw how huge he was. I was starting to get scared, wondering if it'll fit inside me.

"Do you still want to continue?" He asked one more time.

"Will it hurt?" 

"Maybe. You have to tell me. May I have your permission?"

"Yes."

He slowly entered his length inside me. I winced in pain but knew Fred that was trying to be gentle as much as possible. When the whole of him was already inside me, he kissed my cheeks and tried to whisper sweet nothings. He was slowly thrusting, making sure I was feeling all nothing but pleasure before fasting his pace.

He continued to kiss me as his pace started to go fast. My moans were getting louder as well as his groans. He keeps kissing my neck and shoulders, hugging me ever so tightly. We were both close to our climax. And when he did, he pulled it out.

He kissed my forehead and went over to pick up my clothes. He helped me to clean up before we put our clothes back on.

"Can you walk?" He asked when he saw me struggling to stand straight.

"It's a little sore down there," I tell him. He looked like he was sorry for what he did. I smiled and tiptoed to kiss his cheeks.

"I'll be gentle next time. I promise." He said and then placed his coat on my shoulder. "Warm enough?" He smirked at me.

I knew it was a lie when he told me he'd be gentle. Because he never was. Can't blame a man with this amount of energy.

*****

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hii could you do a part 2 to Chores <33

Chores

Part 1, Part 2

Pairing: Stepdad!Draco Malfoy x Reader

Warning: 18+ Minors dni!, Stepcest, Age gap (the reader is of age), D.S. Dynamic, SoftDom!Draco, Fingering, Cheating, and Daddy kink

Word count: O.7k 

Hey sorry for the late reply! I got carried away with my two other one-shots but here you go 😊💙.

Draco places you down on your mattress, deciding it’s better than his and your mum’s. You giggle as he kisses your nose with a smile on his face. He proceeds to your lips where he caught yours, biting on it between his sets of teeth. He moans, massaging your back with his right hand as the other holds the side of your neck as support.

He pulled away, getting lost once again in your glistening eyes that stared back at him. “I,” he leans down and kisses your forehead. “Love,” your nose. “You,” pecking your lips as both of you chuckle from his silliness. Getting a bit more comfortable, you tied both of your hands at the back of his neck, pulling him down on you. You opened your mouth for him which he gladly relinquished in your need. Moans and whimpers spilt both of your lips, catching your breaths here and there but then continue as if you can’t get enough of each other. 

He pulls away, sitting up in front of you whilst his knees lock your legs in between him. He pulls over his shirt, his masculinity finally showing. His hair gets pulled back and falls back on his face again after he throws his shirt somewhere across the room. Grinning, he bends down on you again but this time he attacks your collarbone. Leaving routes of love marks here and there as you whisper his name. “Ah ah, what did I say when mum’s not home?” 

“Call you daddy,” you moaned out, gasping as you heard and felt your shirt also getting ripped away from your body. “Good girl,” he says. He looks down on your body, staring at your presented breasts like he has been starving for the last week. “Daddy,” you mewled. “M’cold.” 

“Need consent, baby. Daddy’s not gonna do anything if you don’t tell him,” He said, leaning down to come face to face with you, tucking behind the hair that covers your face and kissing your cheeks. 

“Need you s’bad, daddy.” “And?” he teases, marking the side of your neck once again as he waits for your answer. “Need your big cock. Need it inside me.” You thought that it was enough for him to take control. But he thinks that you could’ve done better.

“Come on baby, taught yah better than this.” His fingers came into touch with your tummy, tracing circles and lines that lead up so close to your breasts and still clothed cunt. “Daddy please, need you t’ruin me so bad. Fuck me so rough that I couldn’t walk for-”

A gasp interrupted your sentence as he pulled your shorts away along with your panties, the cold midair hitting straight into your soggy cunt that begs for his touch. Without another say, he plunges two fingers at once, not letting you adjust to it as you’re wet enough to take it. 

Your legs squirmed around at the sudden action, causing him to take his other hand to make you stay still. He works his fingers perfectly inside you, curling them up as they reach that sweet spot of yours, causing you to arch your back whilst gripping the sheets. Adding another finger to add more satisfaction for you. 

If you can’t tell, Draco loves you so much that he is willing to give you everything that you ask and need. Everything in this fucking world. And all you had to do was continue being beside him for a lifetime. 

He fastened his pace when he felt your walls clenching around his fingers and the fact that your moans got louder. 

“Daddy don’t stop, don’t stop. Merlin- oh shit!”

“M’not stopping, sweetheart.”

Your stomach flattens out as you pour all of your creams over his fingers. A panting mess, he pulls his fingers out and sucks on your juices that drip down to his palm. Every one of them as he keeps his stare on you. 

“Such a good girl for daddy,” you nodded, “Only for daddy.” He smiles, kneeling as to worship every being of you, coming breath to breathe with your sloppy pussy. “Only for daddy?” He asks, wrapping his lips on your clit that was left alone the whole time and Draco felt guilty. You gasped, getting overwhelmed by the sensitivity of your body. “Yes, fuck. Only for daddy.”

“Then cum until midnight.”  

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Cry- Hermione Granger

Pairing: Hermione Granger x Reader

Characters: Hermione Granger

Warnings: N/A

Request: Anon- May i request a Hermione Granger X Reader imagine with prompt 21 "I'm better when I'm with you." please

Word Count: 526

Author: Charlotte

You had hung back after class to ask your professor about the homework and which books would be best to get from the library. Normally you would leave class with Hermione and head to the library or courtyard between classes to get started on the work that needed to be done or to take a breath before you had to head to the next one. If one of you had to stay back in the classroom for whatever reason, the other would wait outside but today she wasn’t waiting. You looked up and down the corridor to see if you could see her but there weren’t many students milling about, so it was clear that Hermione wasn’t one of them.

Heading around the corner, you saw her mess of brunette hair heading down the stairs, in the opposite direction of anywhere you would normally go to.

“Hermione,” you called out down the stairs but she either didn’t hear you or was ignoring you, neither of which seemed normal for her.

You rushed down the stairs as quickly as you could to catch up to her. You finally reached her at the bottom of the staircase.

“’Mione, I need to go to the library,” you smiled, gently touching her arm to help get her attention.

She tried to hide her face from you but you couldn’t miss the glisten of tears upon her cheeks.

“Why are you crying?” You questioned. “Did I do something? Is that why you didn’t wait for me?”

“Just go to the library,” she sniffled. “I’ll see you in transfiguration.”

You weren’t about to go away that quickly. “What’s wrong? I hate seeing you upset.”

Hermione paused for a moment before looking over to you with her tearful eyes. She rubbed at the tears trying to remove them with the sleeve of her robes but more instantly began to brim.

“It’s nothing,” she whispered. “I was just waiting for you and Draco, asked what you saw in me. His friends started to laugh about my teeth and my hair and how boring I am. It just made me think about what you do see in me because really there isn’t anything.”

Instantly you wanted to wrap up in a tight hug but you knew it wasn’t what she needed right now. Her insecurities had been something that you knew about since before your relationship and although you knew they held no truth to everyone else, they were all too real to her.

“Oh Hermione,” you smiled softly, taking her hand in yours. “Why can’t you see how much you mean to me?”

“I just don’t see why I mean anything to you.”

You pushed some of her hair out of her face, stopping it from sticking to her teary cheeks.

“Because I love you, everything included. Everyone has good and bad, and I love you for all of it.”

It was clear she didn’t fully believe you, but a gentle smile curled onto her lips. You knew it wasn’t going to change anytime soon but the more you assured her the truth, the more she would start to see the good in herself.

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Noisy Neighbors || Fred Weasley College!AU

Character: Fred Weasley

Word Count: 1.5k

Requested: Yes!

Summary: You are summoned from your peaceful Friday evening to deal with the rowdy dorm boys next door.

Warnings: Cheeky Fred ;)

Disclaimer: I did not make this gif! Credit to the talented lovely who did

A/N: I'm back! Testing season is finally over and my writing time is here again. Thank you so much for being patient with me <3

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You settled onto your creaky dorm bed, a bowl of microwave popcorn in hand and your laptop tuned into the next episode of New Girl. It was a Friday night, you had no pressing homework, and you planned to binge the rest of season 4. 

“Who’s that girl, yeah who’s that girl,” you sang along with the theme song. Jessica Day was dancing along your laptop screen. “It’s Jess!” you finished dramatically, throwing several popcorn pieces into your mouth. 

There was a sharp knock on your door.

“You have got to be kidding me,” you muttered, pausing your favorite show.

You got off your bed, and slowly walked over to the door. You barely had it open when the person on the other side asked extremely quickly. “Are you the Residence Assistant?”

You blinked slowly, taking in the girl with the large bushy brown hair on the other side. “Is that what the sign says?” you asked boredly. 

You watched the girl’s eyes dart to the two letters “RA” that were stuck to your door. You had originally signed up for the position because it got you a cheaper room than renting an apartment would and let you live by yourself. You had thought it would be easy. What you hadn’t accounted for was the obnoxious residents like this girl who would pound at your door at every ungodly hour when they had a problem.

“If it’s a maintenance issue come back in the morning, nobody is here to fix that now,” you rattled off, having had to say that line several dozen times a month.

“Oh no it’s not that,” she said, furiously shaking her head. “The people next door to me are being extremely rowdy and obnoxious. I can’t focus enough to study.”

You sighed. “Have you tried the library?”

“That is beside the point,” she said quickly. “This is my dorm room and I expect a certain level of civility from the people sharing my walls.”

You could feel a headache coming on. It was a Friday night, she shouldn’t have her nose in a textbook.

“What’s the room number? I’ll go check it out in a little,” you said, having absolutely no intention of doing so. 

The girl scrunched up her nose to think. “Good heavens I can’t remember.”

Of course she can’t, you thought in annoyance.

“What’s your room number then?” you tried. “Are the people who are causing the issues on the left or right of you?”

“237,” she replied. “Now do you mean the left or right of when you’re in the hall or in my room looking out at the hall?”

“Bloody hell I don’t know,” you snapped. “Just pick one.”

Now you definitely were not going to check out the problem. This freshman was starting to get on your nerves.

“How about I come show you, it’ll be easier,” she decided.

“No, it would be easier if I checked later,” you corrected.

She ignored you. “Just come this way, I’m just over here.”

You groaned, but she was all the way down the hall.

“Are you coming?” she asked, turning to see why you weren’t directly beside her.

“Yes,” you muttered, cursing her in your head as you walked over to meet her.

She led you down to the end of the adjacent hall and took a left, finally stopping directly in front of room 236.

“This is them,” she said, pointing firmly at the wooden door.

“You can go back to your dorm now, I can take care of this,” you said. You were secretly hoping she would leave so you could go back to your show and popcorn.

“That’s okay, I can wait with you.”

Of course you can, you thought.

Accepting that she wasn’t going anywhere, you rapped loudly on the dorm room door.

You could hear the music that had been playing loudly turn off. There was a pad of footsteps and then the click of the door unlocking. The person behind it pulled it open. Your jaw dropped.

Standing on the other side and running a hand through his messy red hair was the most gorgeous guy you had ever seen. He had bright brown eyes that were taking you in in amusement and tousled red hair. His face was dotted in freckles that only seemed to soften his chiseled jaw. He was wearing a tight black shirt that did nothing to hide the defined muscles under it. You could see the outlines of his abs perfectly. 

You were not aware that you were staring until he reached out and closed your mouth with one long finger.

“Wouldn’t want to catch any flies there love,” he said, winking. 

You wanted to swoon.

He leaned against the door frame, crossing his arms in front of his chest. You were hyperly aware of his bulging biceps that were stretching against the fabric of his shirt.

“Can I help you?” he prompted.

“Huh- uh- what?” you managed to stutter. You shook her head sharply in an attempt to remind your brain to function.

He chuckled. “You’re the one who knocked on my door. I assume it wasn’t just to gawk.”

“She’s here to talk about you being disruptive,” the girl blurted out behind you. You had completely forgotten she was there.

“I was being disruptive?” he asked in amusement.

“Yes, your music is too loud,” she answered loudly. You turned around and glared at her. If she would just shut up for only a minute.

“Hmm really? I had no idea,” he mused.

You finally managed to pull yourself together. “You need to find a way to turn that sound system down because you’re disrupting the whole floor here.”

“The whole floor? That’s the first I’ve heard of this.”

“Listen, as the Resident Assistant it’s my job to make sure everyone on this floor is happy, and currently this one,” you pointed rather agitatedly at the bushy haired girl behind you, “is discontent with the volume of your music, so if you could please just turn it down for Pete’s sake.” 

The boy quirked an eyebrow, taking in the waves of annoyance that were seeping off you. “So you’re a Resident Assistant?” he asked.

“That’s not the point, your music is too loud!” the girl behind you interjected angrily.

You turned to her sharply. “Why don’t you go back to your room and let me handle this, you’ve done enough.”

Her cheeks turned a deep shade of red as she realized that she was getting on your nerves. Nodding softly, she turned and entered the room next door leaving you and the devilishly handsome redhead alone together in the hall.

“So you were sent to punish me?” He asked, raising an eyebrow.

For some reason that question made your stomach flutter and your knees go weak 

“Uh, umm, I–” you stuttered, inwardly cursing yourself for letting him have this effect on you.

A smile quirked at his lips. “Are you trying to say something love?”

“Yes I am,” you respond, finding your voice again. “You gotta turn that music down buddy or else I’ll be hearing about it for the rest of night from her.” You jerked a thumb in the direction of the room the girl had just gone into.

He didn’t seem deterred. “Buddy?” he instead asked, letting out a chuckle.

God that was probably the hottest sound you had heard all day. You told your conscience to shut up.

“Well I wasn’t given a name, but that doesn’t matter anyways,” you said curtly. “Just turn the music down and I won’t come back and bother you.”

Now you seemed to catch his attention. “So you’re saying all I have to do is disruptively play my music and you’ll be pounding at my door?”

You rolled your eyes. “Yeah, but I’ll be pissed if I have to come over here again.”

“Good thing you’re hot when you’re angry,” he winked. Your cheeks flushed red. “And when you’re flustered,” he added.

You couldn’t move for several seconds as your brain tried to start functioning again.

He raised an amused eyebrow. “Is there anything else I can do for you?”

“Uh yeah,” you muttered. You were annoyed with the effect he had on you. “I need your name for some paperwork I have to fill out.”

He grinned. “Fred Weasley.” Fred winked again. “I’m sure you’ll remember it.”

“That’ll do Weasley,” you said curtly. “Turn the music down and I’ll only write this up as a warning.”

“I appreciate your generosity there,” Fred grinned. “I’ll see you around RA.”

“Only if you disrupt your neighbors,” you said pointedly.

Fred smirked. “Then I’ll try to be as loud as possible if that gets you knocking on my door.”

~

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[naquey]

Thousand Years

Severinus Lyall sees how miserable his father is. He struggles as a single father and fights for the rights of werewolves. He knows what it's like to be alone and decides to snoop through some of his old things to set him up on a date with someone.

a/n: yes, I was thinking of A Thousand Years by Christina Perri because I felt it was fitting for their dynamic.

Cassander came home early in the morning, crashing on the couch. He buries his face into one of the throw pillows and falls asleep when his head hits the pillow. It is vaguely stiff and uncomfortable, but it is a welcome comfort after his day at the ministry.

Severinus stayed up that night to catch his father on the way home. He frowned and pulled the blanket over his dad, who was lying on the couch. It had been like this since his parents got a divorce. He never came home to an empty house, but by the way he acted, Cassander might as well have come home to an empty house. Year-round, while he was off at school, it was like that. Sev couldn't help but worry about his old man. Even being a werewolf was an isolating experience.

"Night, Dad, I love you." He whispered.

Severinus never went into the attic. It wasn't that he wasn't allowed to. He never had the opportunity when he was away. The ladder creaked as he climbed it, dust coating his fingers and making them feel fuzzy and gross. He grimaced and wiped it on his pajamas.

He had only seen the attic, which was small and filled with boxes and trunks, broken furniture, and other things that wouldn't fit in the house. Pulling out his wand, he muttered a spell, and the tip illuminated the space before him. He cracked open a cardboard box closest to him, hovering the light over the contents. It was mainly photo albums. Wiping the dust off the covers, he opened them to find photos of him as a baby. A wave of nostalgia hit him. When he was younger, his father was happiest.

After leaving that box, he decided to open another one. At the top of the box was a Hufflepuff scarf, which smelled like old age and dust. He set it aside and reached into the box for something else. It was a yearbook with the Hogwarts school crest on it. His eyes sparkled, and a smile widened across his face.

Quickly, he opened the yearbook and started flipping through it. He looked through portraits and chuckled about seeing people's parents and teachers. The book was like a time capsule. He stopped at the signatures on the back page; very few people had signed his father's yearbook. One of them was Remus Lupin.

I just know you'll make it big on a quidditch team. You're one of a kind. -R.J. Lupin

Something fell out between the pages. Severinus put the book down and picked it up, hovering his wand over the piece of parchment. Unfolding it, he discovered very scratchy handwriting. It was a note passed back and forth during class. His father was passing notes with Remus. The conversation started with homework but divulged how meeting each other made them feel less alone. He gasped as a lightbulb flashed in his head.

The following day, he was up bright and earlier talking on the phone with Arcturus Black; he had been convinced to buy a muggle phone because it was quicker than sending letters back and forth.

"I'm telling you, my dad really likes him. This would be a good opportunity for them.

"I... I don't know. Remus hasn't left Grimmauld place for a while, so this would be a reason to get him outside.

"It's a win-win! We set him up on a date with my dad, and he no longer sulks around."

"And is the date doesn't work?" Arcturus asked.

"Then it doesn't work, I don't have a plan B." Severinus shrugged.

"I doubt they'll agree to go out on a date with one another. How would we even get them in the same place?"

"Oh! There's this tea shop at Diagon Alley that sells pastries and chocolates. What if we say we want to go out and do something with them?"

"Well, Remus does like spending time with me." Arcturus sighed.

"It's foolproof!"

"What's fool-proof?" Cassander asked. His son didn't hear him come downstairs.

"Nothing! Breakfast?"

The blonde quickly put the phone back on the wall, smiling sheepishly as he held a plate of waffles. Cassander narrowed his eyes.

"You're planning something. Out with it."

"Fine, okay." Severinus frowned. "I've been missing spending time with you, and I was wondering if you wanted to go to this tea shop at Diagon Alley with me?"

Cassander blinked twice, taken back.

"You want to spend time with me?" His eyes sparkled, and he looked so hopeful.

"Yeah!"

Severinus was suddenly starting to regret lying to his father.

Seeing that his son wanted to spend more time with him, Cassander was far happier than he had been in the last two months. He was smiling, and there was this twinkle in his eye. At some angles, it almost looked like the stress had disappeared, and he no longer aged like leather in the sun. It hurt Sev to see his father so happy and refreshed. He knew that he would ditch him to watch him and Remus from a distance once they got there. In a way, this plan of his felt wrong.

Cassander excused himself from the table to go to the counter and order some pastries. His eyes lingered on the chocolate for a moment. It was always the happiest and could brighten anyone's day. Whenever he felt sad, Remus would always hand him a piece of chocolate, even sneaking it during their transfiguration classes. Like Roan, he hadn't heard anything from Remus in a long time. Not after he taught at Hogwarts for a year. Severinus was bursting at the seams when he found out his teacher was a werewolf. He kept those letters tucked away in his office, reading them when he felt things were worsening. It made him content to know that his son was happy and wasn't alone.

"Cassander?"

Surprised but primarily embarrassed, he whipped around to see Remus Lupin. The man he was just thinking of. His robes didn't hang off his body anymore and were patched in a way that made them look neater than the clothes he wore himself. His palms got sweaty, and his mouth went dry, so he could not respond. Meeting him here wasn't something he planned for, he didn't expect anyone he knew to be in Diagon Alley today. His eyes darted over to the table he and Sev were at, only to see that his kiddo wasn't there anymore.

"Remus! How are you?" He cleared his throat, hoping the crack in his voice wasn't too noticeable.

"Yeah, I've been doing well. What about you?"

Cassander wanted to run away and hide. Small talk was most undoubtedly awkward.

"Working hard or hardly working, am I right?" Cassander chuckled awkwardly.

Remus chuckled. "Have you been here before?"

"No, actually. Sev introduced it to me."

"Snape?" Cassander didn't notice the dejection written on the other's face.

"No, no. My son."

"Ah, Severinus. How is he? It's been a while since I've last talked to him."

"He's doing well. You know, he is trying to help his friend uncover secrets about the Black family. Usual teenager things."

"Roan's told me a bit about that, I don't understand why she doesn't just tell him."

"I know, right? If I were her, I would love to tell my son that his father was Regulus Black and preserve a bit of him."

"She's scared of his reaction, of how he'll view his father."

"I get it... Kids deserve to see their parents in a positive light."

Cassander relaxed slightly. He let his anxiety and nerves wash away. Despite not planning any of this, he was okay. It was unforeseen, but it is going well so far. Neither are running away or getting into a spat.

"How's Sirius?" he cringed, regretting the words as soon as they came out of his mouth. Cassander wanted to take it back when Remus tensed up, his smile faltering.

"We're still... It's a bit rocky. He's- It's complicated."

"I'll take it as you decided to date him, finally?"

"What? No. We've been best friends for years, and- " Remus paused. "Are you suggesting I ask him out?"

"No, no, no, no." Cassander shook his head quickly. "Not unless you want to!" He smiled and laughed awkwardly again.

The poor girl behind the cash register interrupted them to take his order, but Remus swooped in and paid for him before he could pay. Their teas and some chocolate were ordered together. Cassander felt like a teenager again. It was silly to blush and fidget. He was a grown man. This was different from anyone of his age.

"Remus, I could have- "

"Since your son abandoned you, why not join me? Arcturus excused himself a while ago to go find Severinus."

"But Sev was going to." Despair flashed through his eyes for a second, but he took a deep breath. "Thank you, Rem."

They sat down at a table and talked for hours. Arcturus and Severinus were in a corner holding menus up to hide their faces, peeking around the menus occasionally to see what was happening. The boys remarked that the men looked the most relaxed they had ever been in years. Cassander genuinely laughed at something Remus said and even blushed in some instances.

"I can't believe you said that to the Minister's face. You have quite the gall." Cassander shook his head, a grin on his face.

"It's not like I work for him, and you don't either, so why does it matter?"

"Right, right. He is a wanker. I mean, who denies werewolves' rights? We're people, too."

"Are you... Are you still fighting for that cause?" Remus asked hesitantly.

"Of course I am! For generations, werewolves have been denied the most basic rights. I want people afflicted with lycanthrope to have jobs and live unafraid of who they are."

"You're stronger than me," Remus remarked.

"No, you are the strongest person I know. I got it from you."

"What? How? I haven't done anything remarkable or-"

"You were unafraid to be yourself."

"Excuse me?"

"Remus, I'm going to be honest. I've admired you since the day I met you." Cassander admitted. "You were like me, and in a way that felt less damming because at least I wasn't struggling alone until your friends turned into animagi. Then I was alone again, but that's not the point! The point is, I'm unashamed when I say I love you. I care about you, and you inspire me."

Remus straightened his posture.

"We were kids- "

"I know." Cassander sucked in a breath. "I only say it now because I was unsure of how to say it back then. I kept that part of myself under lock and key, and the lavender marriage actually helped me to see it for myself."

"Lavendar marriage? I'm not familiar with the term."

"Tonks told me what it was, a marriage between two people pretending to be straight. Except Lilia was in love with me, but I couldn't love her the way I wanted. The way I love you."

"You divorced her because of me?"

"No, I divorced her because I didn't want to subject myself to a loveless and meaningless marriage just for the sake of making my old, dusty parents happy. And because she treated my son horribly."

"I don't- I don't know what to say." Remus looked down, staring pointedly at the tea cup almost as if it were going to sprout legs and started walking away. He was bashful, and being confronted with such a bold statement made him a little embarrassed.

Remus couldn't see why someone would love him when he couldn't love himself. There were no qualities of his that were nice, or attractive. He was a blood thirsty monster once the full moon came, but Cassander was too. Maybe after all his friends dying this was the way the world was tying to tell him that he wasn't alone again. That he could fall back on someone and let them take care of him instead of running around trying to take care of everyone else.

Severinus and Arcturus got bored of watching after a while, nothing eventful was happening. Sure, they listened in but it wasn't anything juicy enough to keep their attention. They had sneaked away a long time ago. Long after Remus and Cassander had finished their tea and the chocolates. They had sat in silence for a moment, taking in what the other way saying. Examining how they were feeling. When they got to the door Remus held it open with a lopsided smile.

"To be quite honest, I would like to go on another date."

"Wh- This was a date?!"

Remus blinked twice.

"I assumed you knew Severinus and Arcturus set this up."

"I didn't assume anything, Sev said he wanted to spend time with me. I- I can't believe this was a date."

"Why? Was it bad?" That cloud nine feeling Remus had been holding on to suddenly crashed to earth in the most violent way possible.

"No, no, no, no. It was good! I just- I didn't plan to bump into you."

"Perhaps fate had something to do with it, and those cheeky kids."

"I would love another date." Cassander let out a breath, smoothing down his clothes. "Does next weekend work for you?"

"My schedule is mostly empty because I'm no longer a teacher." Remus chuckled.

"Next weekend it is!"

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[mateidontevenknow]

ONESHOT ALERT

Fandom: Harry Potter

Ship: Charlie Weasley x OC (Fem)

Self bondage gone wrong gone right...

It was the tenth of December and Beatrice was excited. Lately, she had been experimenting with self-bondage.

At first she kept it simple, with a few ropes or belts around her legs, keeping them together. She could easily get out but she still enjoyed it. Next it turned into crotch ropes. Those became her favorites. Finally she attempted chest harnesses. She enjoyed the feeling of rope digging into her skin. If she was feeling good, she'd add a vibrator into the mix.

She avoided her arms, paranoid that something would go wrong. She made sure to keep those free at all times. Until one Friday night when she felt brave. Charlie would be gone for a few hours at a work celebration dinner. This was the perfect opportunity.

It was cold tonight, the grass covered in an inch of snow. So she lit up the fireplace before starting with her project. She sat down on her favorite blue chair, with rope, an armbinder, a blanket, nippleclamps and her two toys. She had her wand for just in case.

She stripped, carefully taking off each piece of clothing, before sitting back down with her toys and some lube. She coated a big dildo in lube, before teasing the rim of her asshole with it. She gasped at the cold medium.

She slowly pushed it inside, a moan escaping her as it pressed up against her. It wouldn't go all the way in, but she had a way to fix that. This was one of her larger toys and she could feel as it stretched her open.

Then she took her egg vibrator, coating it in lube before gently pushing it into her tight hole. She pressed it up right against her sweet spot. She shivered at the cold lube. She stood up quickly, clenching down on the dildo to keep it in place.

She grabbed a rope from the small table. She threaded it through in between her legs before doubling back to secure it tightly to her waist. The rope pressed up into her, forcing both toys up even further. She could barely walk.

She flopped back down into her chair, moaning as the dildo was forced up into her. She grabbed some rope. Starting at her ankles, she started tying her legs together. Her ankles were followed by her calves, knees and thighs, before she tied it to the rope. She snorted as she added a rubber band around her big toes. She started on her chest harness, the red rope framing her breasts beautifully, while still wrapping tightly around her.

She had some rope left, so she started decorating herself in the pretty red rope. A rope went just underneath her ass, lifting it up nicely. Another wrapped around her neck, just tight enough to grab her attention. And after adding a thick rope belt to her waist she was satisfied.

She attached the clamps, letting them pinch her sensitive nipples. She took a sharp breath. She grabbed the vibrator's remote before putting it on a low but very noticeable setting. It buzzed away as she carefully slipped her arms into the tight leather armbinder, securing them behind her.

She concentrated, using magic to wrap the blanket snuggly around her, tucking it into the rings of rope around her neck, covering every last bit of her bondage. She smiled at her work, before relaxing completely, enjoying the bondage around her. She looked up at the clock, it was 19:15. Eh, she'd enjoy it until ten.

There she sat for the next few hours, with nipple clamps digging into her skin, a dildo stretching her out and a vibrator buzzing away, all while she was unable to move a muscle. It drove her crazy. Her holes were becoming extremely sensitive, giving the vibrator so much more power over her. It edged her on, teasing her for hours. She could imagine her red swollen hole.

She was panting, listening to her own pathetic sounds as the vibrator edged her. Her legs were trembling as she grew wetter and wetter.

Eventually the clock hit ten and she decided it was time to end her little paradise. But after trying a few times, it dawned on her. She couldn't concentrate long enough to summon her wand and she couldn't move an inch. The table was right there, but she couldn't do anything. Her only hope was to wait for Charlie.

She trusted Charlie and he would probably think it's hot, but this was not how she pictured him finding out about her new hobby.

Suddenly she knew what true helplessness felt like. And she adored every second of it. Knowing that she cannot escape drove her mad and suddenly her situation was so much more erotic.

A few hours past, a few hours of moaning and whimpering at the constant vibrations. She was trapped and she loved it.

Beatrice was too out of it to hear the lock click and the door swing open. And she didn't see Charlie as he walked through the threshold, he had heard her.

He walked into the living room to find his roommate and FWB in complete ecstacy on her chair. Her eyes rolled back in pleasure, her jaw slack and her tongue hanging out of her mouth. He grinned. He was right. He had suspected this for a while now. After finding some rope, leather and a gag, he connected the dots, but he decided to wait until she was ready to tell him. He had tried to catch her in the act multiple times before, but she had been to quick in the past.

He flicked his wand and the blanket vanished, exposing her tied body to him. He walked towards her before crouching down beside the chair. His hand moved down towards her legs, his hand caressed the sensitive skin of her inner thigh.

"You look gorgeous like this, darling. What did I do to deserve you?"

He kissed her, letting Beatrice moan into his mouth. He pulled away before taking off his jacket and going upstairs, leaving her in her predicament. He got a gag and a blindfold from the small drawer in her wardrobe, before going back downstairs.

He slipped the blindfold over her eyes before securing the ball gag behind her teeth. She was trembling as the pleasure coursed through her. He grabbed the remote before turning it off. She whined through the gag, begging for more.

"You sound pathetic."

The amusement was clear in his voice. He turned the vibrator back on, picking a higher level. Her pussy was red and swollen, clearly overworked. She came in only a few seconds, groaning loudly as she did. He switched it off after her high and got to work.

He removed the nipple clamps first. Next he untied the rope around her neck and torso, freeing her arms from the armbinder briefly, before using rope to secure her arms in a boxtie. Then he took off the crotch rope, followed shortly by the vibrator and the dildo. He kept her legs bound and her arms in the boxtie while he removed the rest.

Beatrice was beyond confused, thankful but confused. They had never used serious bondage before, usually only using a pair of wrist cuffs, so why on Earth was he so calm about this? And why did he keep her arms and legs bound?

She felt as he picked her up, but it was impossible to know where he was going until she was gentle put down in warm water, she was in the bath tub. He crouched beside her and grabbed the shampoo bottle, putting a big blob on her head and gently massaging it into her hair.

"Cheatah..."

She mumbled through the gag. Charlie only laughed at her. He had tricked her into letting him take care of her. He loved taking care of her in any way he could. He loved washing and brushing her hair, helping her put on lotion and sunscreen, working out the knots in her stiff back after a long day, cleaning her always-dirty reading glasses and literally anything else he could do for her.

While Beatrice enjoyed the attention, she never thought herself worthy of all his pampering. She always tried to stop him, up to the point where he had to get creative. It had turned into a game for him, a game he usually won. And today was no different.

He washed her hair and scrubbed her down with a sponge, ignoring her protests. He wrapped her in a warm towel before taking her to their bedroom. He braided her wet hair and removed the rest of the ropes leaving only the gag and the blindfold. She didn't bother trying to take them off as he'd just tie up her arms again.

He turned off the light before bringing her down onto the bed and laying her down beside him. He finally took off the blindfold and then the gag.

"You can come at me all you like, but we both know I'm not going to stop."

Beatrice kissed him on the cheek.

"I know."

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[myfictionaldreams]

First Time // Poly!Marauders x Fem!Reader

Summary: At the beginning, you were simply four friends but how was it that you all became more than this? 

A/N: This has been requested so many times so I hope everyone enjoys the reader’s first time with the Marauders!

Tags: 18+ readers only, smut, foursome, fluff, dom/sub undertones, loss of virginity (reader’s first time), first kiss, blindfolds, intense, multiple orgasms, creampie, vaginal fingering, discussion of masturbation, wanking, anxiety, friends to lovers, praise kink, size difference, overstimulation

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The four of you were inseparable. Had been since the very first day on the train to Hogwarts. It was by sheer accident that you’d stumbled into their compartment, a nervous, quiet girl with no idea where to go and before you’d even opened your mouth to ask if you could sit with them, James was standing with his hand held out, “Hi my names James Potter, what's yours?”

From the outside, it looked like an odd friendship, having always remained the quiet student at the back of the class compared to the famous troublemakers that were: James, Sirius and Remus, they almost took you under their wing.

All these years later, you were never seen without one of them by your side. With your timidness, they often liked to be perceived as your protectors, and even though your fellow Gryffindors often joked about it, that sort of friendship is one you craved, needing to feel safe. It also didn’t help that they were undeniably handsome, and it was becoming increasingly more difficult to hide your attraction to them.

This added to the fact that due to the nature of your close relationship, they tended to be more affectionate with you than anyone else that had you hiding smiles, cheeks warm to the touch and heart beating firmer in your chest. Especially recently, the Marauders tended to keep one hand on your person at all times whether it’s casually holding your hand, resting one of your thighs in class or slinging an arm over your shoulder, it almost felt natural to be close to them at all times.

On this particular day, a group of Gryffindors were in the Hog's head, squished into a booth, drinking butter beer and laughing at Frank's attempt of convincing the bartender to serve him some fire whiskey. Taking another sip of the sugary goodness that was butter beer, the hand resting against your thigh squeezed slightly, making you look in the direction of the owner but Sirius was still shouting something to Frank at the bar.

The touch was always intimate, almost as intimate as the army casually thrown across your back, pulling you into the warmth of James as he chuckled into his own drink. You felt safe and happy squished between them both, glancing almost on instinct to the third who happened to be smiling at you from across the table. Remus’s gaze had your eyes dropping to a stare at a spot on the table to stop from grinning.

“It’s getting late and I think it’s still snowing, should we head back to the castle?” Marlene asked the group, the majority of which agreed, finishing their drinks and beginning to pile on the layers of clothing to face the winter weather.

When neither of the Marauders moved, you glanced up at James who was looking steadily at Remus for a moment before addressing his friends. “I’m not quite sure we’re ready to head back just yet, we’ll catch you later”.

“Don’t leave it too long guys with this weather, you know what she’s like on the icey path”, Marlene jokingly teased as she nodded in your direction. Your only response was a deadpan look in her direction, you weren’t that much of a liability, having only fallen over once and even then, Remus had caught you before colliding with the floor.

“Oh you know us, we wouldn’t let anything happen to her”, Sirius responded with his own smile, once again squeezing your thigh, his thumb stroking idle circles into the skin. Lifting the glass to your mouth to hide your giddy smile, you caught Lily’s eye as she reflected the smile you were hiding. Lily had known about your feelings for the boys, in fact, you were sure everyone knew but Lily was the only one you trusted to run to where you could discuss it in detail.

The group eventually left the four of you, and James was quick to buy another round of drinks for you all. Sirius's body shifted closer to yours, his lips hovering next to your ear as he asked, “So what would you like to do? Do you want to stay here or go somewhere else?” It was an innocent question but the way his eyes dropped to your lips, your heart fluttered faster behind your ribcage.

“I’ll do anything you guys want to do”.

“Oh, are you sure about that?” Sirius teased, his hand slide an inch higher on your thighs.

Knocking your shoulder against his, you playfully responded, “Stop teasing me, Sirius”.

James returned with the drinks, his arm returning to your shoulders as they began to contemplate possible places to visit. The shops had closed now so there were only a few places left such as a different pub but it was Remus who suggested; “why don’t we take her to our special space?”

Looking between the three Marauders, eyebrows knitting together, you had no idea where they were referring to, even more, confused as both James and Sirius agreed that was a good place to visit.

“How mysterious”, you quipped, drinking more of the butter beer, enjoying the slight buzz it was giving you, leaning further into James’ warmth, feeling completely relaxed. James smiled down at you, not that you could see from where you were smiling at Remus across the table as he tapped his foot against yours under the table.

There was only an hour left of daylight when the four of you finished your beverages and began to wrap up in hats, gloves and scarves, Sirius even helping you to zip up your coat before gripping your hips and steering you towards the exit. The hold was possessive but you didn’t mind.

It was ice cold outside, your cheeks burning from the bitter wind but luckily Remus was right there, offering his arm for you to huddle into. The tallest Marauder always ran oddly warm but you knew it was due to his furry little problem, of which he had confessed to you many years ago.

You weren’t paying much attention as to where they were taking you until the barbed wire fence was in your eyesight and you stopped in the middle of the path.

“I’m not going in there are you mad?”, your eyes were wide as you looked at the shrieking shack, the decrepit building swaying with the bitter winds.

“You aren’t scared are you?” Sirius mocked, stepping closer which caused you to lean further into Remus’ body. James joined in as well until they were all crowding around your frame, all three of them were much taller than you, which only meant that was something else that they could tease you for. 

“Don’t be scared, we’ll protect you.”

“The ghouls and ghosts won’t get you with your handsome knights to protect you.” 

Remus lightly shoved James and Sirius away at their joking which only made them laugh but you weren’t concentrating on that as you had realised that as you’d been leaning into Remus’ body, your hand had reached behind and was squeezing his thigh in fear.

Your body warmed with embarrassment, quickly letting go whilst ignoring just how muscular it felt and apologising to the scarred Marauder but he only smiled down endearingly at you, taking your smaller hand in his. 

“It’s not haunted, don’t listen to these idiots. This is where I come for my monthly visits”. This made you feel a little more relieved but it was still slightly terrifying as you all approached the building, making sure no one was around to see you all casually walking into the most haunted building in the UK.

The inside wasn’t as ghastly compared to the exterior, it was still rickety but clearly, from the boys’ regular visits, it was decorated nicely, even having a room with a lovely four-post bed, decorated with red silk sheets and three high back chairs surrounding a fire that Sirius swiftly lit with his wand.

“It’s cute!” you admit, looking at the bed before standing in front of the fire, beginning to take off your outside wear as the room began to heat.

As the sun began to set outside, the four of you relaxed in the room, Sirius sitting on the floor in front of the fire with the remaining three including you in the chairs. “Shall we check the map? I’d put 5 galleons on Alice and Frank being in a classroom somewhere”, James predicted, reaching into his back pocket and revealing the Marauders map, waving his wand and muttering the line and watching mesmerised as the map came to life.

This was one of the best things the group had created, spending hours and hours spying on students without leaving the comfort of your chair and it had revealed many people’s relationships.

“Ah, there I knew it!” James announced, pointing on the map to where Alice and Frank's name labels were hovering suspiciously close in an empty classroom. “Of course, it’s in that specific classroom as well, I’m pretty sure everyone in our years snogged in that room.”

A giggle spilt from your mouth, “not everyone James”, you admitted casually, looking at the other names on the map to see if there was any more gossip to reveal, not knowing the dumbstruck expression from the men surrounding you.

“What? I thought you had a little thing with Cresswell?” Remus asked perplexed.

“What, no! I’ve never even kissed anyone else, let alone be alone with him, ew-”

“What did you say?” Sirius asked, cutting you off on your disgusted tangent. You now realised just how much you had let slip. It wasn’t like you had been going out of your way not to be kissed, in fact, you rather liked the thought of being intimate with someone else but the opportunity had never come your way.

“I mean, yeah I’ve never kissed anyone before but it’s fine, I don’t mind”, it was a small white lie but you just wanted the conversation to move on. 

“But… how?!” James asked, moving slightly closer to you.

“Well, how can anyone get close enough to me to kiss me when you’re always around? I mean do you remember when Lockhart tried to ask me to Slughorn’s Christmas ball? You just about traumatised the poor guy”.

James smirked at the memory, “If I do recall correctly, you didn’t want to go with him anyway”.

“That’s not the point I’m trying to make, I’ve just not had the opportunity and anyway, it’s fine! Can we please stop talking about it, this is embarrassing”.

The Marauders wanted to do anything but move on from this conversation, Remus decided to speak next, his voice low as he asked: “Would you like to kiss someone?”

Your eyes widened slightly, immediately looking into his, mouth feeling suddenly dry, your body feeling too warm as Sirius continued the questioning front the floor, “I mean if you’re going to kiss someone, it might as well be with someone you trust… right?”

Your automatic response was to laugh, not being able to hide the anxiety laced in your voice, moving subtly to sit on your hands to hide the gentle tremble. “Well, now there’s loads of pressure! What if I’m a bad kisser and then you never talk to me again? And who am I supposed to pick? And-”

“Honey, stop freaking out, it’s not supposed to give you anxiety, it’s a nice thing”, James tried to reason with you, his hand reaching across from where he sat to gently brush down your arm before his eyes lit up with an idea. “How about - if you still want to -, we make this easier for you?”

James took out his wand from his pocket, pointing it at one of his gloves that lay over the arm of his chair, and in a split second, the material had changed into a long cloth. Picking it up, he held it out to you, “What if you can’t see who kisses you, then you don’t have to worry about the anxiety of picking and if you don’t like it we can stop and act as if nothing has happened and you won’t even be able to tell who you’d kissed?”

You stared at the cloth in his hand, realising it was meant to be used for a blindfold. There was nothing that you wanted more than to say yes and before even contemplating the realities of the situation, you were agreeing to his proposition.

One moment you were sitting in your chair, and the next you were in the centre of the room, nervously shifting your weight from one foot to the other, your sight completely masked by the cloth now tied around your head.

“Relax darling”, Sirius spoke next to your ear. His request was easier said than done as you could hear the three of them walking around you in a circle, so you couldn’t tell who was about to kiss you, losing track the further they walked as to where it sounded like Sirius had even been stood.

Your hands were shaking even more at your sides, mentally you tried to remember to breathe. But this was such a weird situation to be in, your limbs didn’t even feel like they were a part of your body now, where were you supposed to do with your arms? And your lips, should you purse your lips in preparation? Should you have brushed your teeth?

A single finger slides under your chin, stopping any thought from spiralling through your mind. With ease, your head was tipped back, almost impossibly far from how your neck ached, forgetting just how much taller the boys were than you. The sweet butterbeer breath then fanned across the skin of your face and also gave nothing away as you all had been drinking it.

Then a pair of lips were touching yours. Delicately. Tentatively. Almost as if they were scared that you were going to break, so soft that your initial reaction wasn’t too tense like you’d expect it to be, but instead your shoulders dropped slightly with ease. Whoever it was were more than careful and you were truly unable to identify just who it was.

And then they were gone, leaving your head tilted back, mind ablaze with wanting and needing them to come back.

Having heard your thoughts, a warm hand glided across your jaw, holding the position of your head as lips were suddenly pressing against yours once more with a much more intense pressure. The lips were full, slightly moist from where the Marauder had licked them before leaning in. Your nose pressed into his cheek which meant that you could move past the smell of the butter beer and his natural scent filled your sense giving you the identification of whom you were kissing.

Not that you needed to as Sirius’ long hair brushed across your face. Your heart was pounding so hard in your chest that you were sure that he could hear it but it didn’t stop him from holding you close.

It felt almost normal, natural even as your best friend pushed his lips harder against yours for a second before pulling back. You were confused by the loss of his lips but he was only tilting his head and then he was kissing you again with more passion. On instinct, you sighed into the touch, your body feeling like it was melting into the floor as Sirius moved his lips steadily against yours, giving you time to accustomed to the movements of kissing before he was backing off.

In the far reaches of your mind, you were having an absolute meltdown, screaming into your consciousness that you were actually kissing your best friends. The Marauders, your childhood friends were actually kissing you.

Another person was stepping into your personal bubble, hand once again on your jaw, cradling your head and another hand slid to your hip, pulling your body flush against a much firmer one. Then you were being kissed again, head tilted at the same angle that Sirius had held you in but with a little bit of practice, you leaned further into the embrace, hand lifting to rest against James’ chest, knowing it was him from the lingering musky cologne that was on his skin and only he had these specific toned hard body from his Quidditch practice.

A small moan escaped you, lost completely in the time and it was like sweet music to James as he smiled against your mouth but just like Sirius, just as you were starting to get into it, he stepped back leaving you feeling cold and lonely.

Instinctinyl your body tried to follow after him but he was already out of your grasp, their footsteps could still be heard, even if you couldn’t see a single thing through the blindfold. It was highly disorientating, almost felt dizzy but that was also mostly from the breathless kisses. As the three men continued to talk in circles around you, your tongue darted out and moistened your lips and you had to hold back a groan at being able to taste something that wasn’t you, realising it was a mixture of Sirius and James' mouths.

As you took a deep breath to try and gather more courage a body was once more in front of yours, tilting your chin further and further until Remus could lean in and capture your lips.

Remus absolutely devoured your mouth. Holding you close so he could press you closer, his tongue teasing against your lips, begging for you to respond to him which you did, opening and letting his tongue dance with yours. Raising onto your tip toes to try and reach more of him, needing more, already as addicted to his taste as you were to the other two, needing his warmth.

You could have cried with happiness as he didn’t step back immediately as his lips left yours. Instead, they made their own path down your neck, tasting your skin, finding the areas that had your knees wobbling and breath catching in your throat.

But of course, this would not last as he was gone again but thankfully the wait wasn’t long as a different set of lips were replacing Remus’, this time exploring your jaw, spending time to tease beneath your ear where you hadn’t realised you were so sensitive until a shiver passed through you.

Your hands found their way into the shirt of the man now gently nibbling your ear, the press of his glasses against your cheek, you knew it was James who had returned. With nothing covering your mouth, there was nothing to hold back the mewls and whimpers, especially as James moved lower, teeth grazing over your pulse mouth. His wicked mouth was sending you into a needy puddle.

“Please…”. You weren’t entirely sure what you were pleading for but Sirius answered by sliding his body behind yours, his hands resting comfortably against your hips, dipping his head to the opposite side of your neck to James.

“What do you want sweetheart?”

“I don’t know…”, you internally cursed yourself with just how desperate you sounded. It wasn’t that there was anything specifically that you were wanting, just knowing you needed everything.

Having already kissed all three of them, which was a big deal in itself, but the dampening between your legs was desperately screaming to be touched, and you wanted to touch them, even if you weren’t sure what to do.

“I can see you thinking too much, just breath Baby, relax into our touch, let us make you feel good.”

Your mind seemed to disappear of all thoughts, the only sensation was the burning of your skin with every nibble and lick that they doing to your body. However, your anxiety was always there just to bubble to the surface, your body tensing slightly as you stuttered.

“But…But I-”.

James stopped kissing your neck, all three of them pausing feeling the tension as you began to panic. Sirius ran a warm hand up your clothed back in soothing circled as you struggled to think of the words you were desperate to say.

“We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do love. We can stop if it’s getting too much for you”, Sirius continued to try and soothe you.

“I don’t want to stop”, you finally were able to choke out, something that you truly meant. “I just-”, biting your lip contemplating the words, slightly embarrassed but a rough fingertip eased your lip from between your teeth.

“Talk to us,” it was Remus now speaking from somewhere to your right, but you couldn’t feel him other than the finger and thumb on your chin.

“I don’t know what I’m doing”, you admitted finally.

To be honest, you’d expected them to laugh however when they didn’t, your body seemed to relax, especially realising that they were all now stroking a part of your body to try and help to calm you down.

“We don’t expect you to know what you are doing love. We want you to experience these things, to make you feel good. Just let us take care of you. Do you want the blindfold off?” Remus asked.

You shook your head with a response of now. Even though you could tell who was kissing you now, the thought of actually looking them in the eye was too real. They were your best friends, and they were making you feel good so in your blissful ignorance of having a blindfold on, you didn’t have to look them in the eye at least.

“Do you want to continue?” James asked from in front, his lips grazing your temple in a comforting way.

“Yes”.

“Will you tell us to stop if you become too uncomfortable?”

“Yes”.

No one moved for a moment, almost having a silent conversation between the three of them before James was tilting your head back from where it was leaning on Sirius’ chest. You’d expected him to kiss you but his lips moved lower, lips pursed blowing cool air against your burning skin. His hand which was slightly rough from the calloused from training on his broom, inched down your neck, following the sensual air that he was blowing until he teased the material of your shirt.

Your chest was rising and falling dramatically, desperately sucking in air as you didn’t stop his fingers as he began to unbutton your shirt, slowly, one at a time, making sure to stroke the exposed skin until reaching the top of your breasts did he stop.

However, he only stopped so that he could push the material away from your shoulder, moving to kiss the skin there, the sensations once again new. However, Remus didn’t give you time to gasp as he tilted your face in the direction that he was facing, kissing you breathlessly and hungrily.

Sirius still stood behind you, pulling your body into his enough that if you weren’t being distracted by the other two, you’d noticed the throbbing lump in his trousers. Instinctively you were leaning into him more, savouring his warmth. Sirius’ hands began to curve around your waist, teasing along the hem of your shirt, dipping beneath to brush against your bare skin. Your hips rolled as his fingers ticked slightly but you already knew you’d be craving to feel his fingers on your skin in the future, loving the sensation of someone actually touching you in an area that had been unexplored before.

The long-haired Marauder began to unbutton your shirt from the bottom, slowly grazing over your navel until there was only one single button holding your shirt together in between your breasts.

Remus pulled back to peek down at your body, sucking in a breath as his eyes darkened, watching Sirius unbutton the last one with a simple flick of his fingers, exposing your front. Your shirt floated open to reveal the laced bra covering your breasts, but your perked nipples were still visible through the thin material.

“So fucking pretty”, James complimented as he pushed the offending material off your shoulders and onto the floor and stared down at your chest like the other two men. You were already flushing at the compliment and would have probably combusted if you could see the hungry gaze of the Marauders looking at your body.

James couldn’t wait anymore as his large hand cupped your breast and his tongue licked your nipple through the lace. “Ah!” your back arched into the touch, fingers desperately gripping into his messy hair, holding him there. Even though his tongue was warm and soft, the sensation it caused was like hot fire straight to your core, like a bolt that had your thighs rubbing together to try and ease some of the tension that was catapulting through you.

It felt so good that you were begging for more with a desperate plea as James moved to the other breast. Sirius was going absolutely feral for your moans, having wanted to hear them for so long but he needed to keep his calm, instead moving to inch his hand up your naked spine, finding the clasp of your bra and with a single kiss to the back of your head, undid the bra.

The thin straps fell from your shoulders and you had to momentarily release the grip on James’ hair to allow the material to fall completely from your body and onto the floor. Without even a second to process the venerable state that you were in, being topless around another person for the first time, James and Remus moved with sync and began to worship your breasts.

Each nipple was sucked into the warm mouth, teeth teasing the tip before being comforted by a stroke of a tongue, hands squeezing the rest of the flesh of your breasts, absolutely taking your breath away. Each movement had your body rock and underwear continuing to dampen.

Your head flew back against Sirius’ chest, glad that he was there to support you, feeling unsteady.

“Fuck, you look so beautiful” Sirius’ voice was rasping as he whispered into your ear. With gentle hands, he tilted your head back so that he could kiss you passionately, almost dizzy with lust, forgetting to breathe as his tongue stroked yours. Sensing your unsteadiness, Sirius pulled back, much to your distaste as you groaned in want. “Remember to breath”, he reminded you.

Remus pulled off your nipple with an audible ‘pop’, looking up into your face to make sure that you did as instructed, smiling as you gasped for a couple of breaths. Once again your knees felt unsteady with holding up your body as James gave a significant suck to your nipple.

“Let’s move onto a more sturdy surface”, Remus suggested but you were hardly even listening with the euphoria you were experiencing, feeling completely alive and blazing. However as you were moved by the three men, it was even more disorientating, not knowing where you even were in the room anymore until you were being eased down onto the soft, silky bed.

Shifting until you could feel the divots of the pillow in the centre of the bed, it dawned on you just how exposed and intimate it was with the position that you were in. Especially as you weren’t joined immediately, knowing they were looking at you lying and waiting on the bed for them.

Eventually, one of them climbed onto the bed and you could feel it dip by your feet as whoever it was inched between your legs, crawling your body until they were able to kiss up your sternum. Moaning as whoever was touching your body, grazed the edge of your trousers, teasing for them to be undone.

Then the bed was shifting again as someone else climbed onto it, picking up one of your hands, kissing your palm, and making his way up your forearm. The lips tickled the skin as they made their own journey towards your mouth before you were devoured by Sirius, his taste exploding against your tongue as he released his own groan that caused your hips to roll against Remus, hinting for him to carry on with his plan.

Slowly, your trouser button and zipper were undone to allow him to begin pulling them down your legs. Remus was quick to kiss the newly exposed skin down your legs, whispering “beautiful” between pecks.

“You’ll tell us to stop if it’s too much…?” James asked from across the bed, he’d been watching his friends devour you, trying to memorise the sight before him, knowing they were approaching a place that they could not return from.

“Don’t stop,” you say breathlessly as Sirius had moved away for you to answer the question. Remus grinned against your leg, hooking his fingers into your underwear, dragging the material down your naked legs and at the same time, James began leaning down to kiss your breasts again, making sure to keep your arousal high as he ran the rips of his fingers over the curves of your hips, hitting a particulary sensitive spot on the inside.

Sirius wanted to kiss you again, seeing you completely naked on the bed but he also wanted to see your reaction to being touched for the first time so he waited, even though you were half covered by the blindfold, he watched your mouth as Remus made the first move between your legs.

With his scarred hand he began by brushing a hand over your mound, tickling the skin, as he used his other hand to open your legs up further, giving him a better view as his thumb finally stroked your clit.

“Oh Merlin”, you cried out, back arching which only pushed your breast further into James’ mouth. You couldn’t believe this was actually happening, someone was actually touching your pussy.

Remus didn’t want to completely overwhelm you so made sure to keep his mouth nibbling along the sensitive skin of your inner thigh, watching how your body reacted to all of the delicate touches. His thumb rolled your clit slowly in circles, matching the way you were rolling your hips.

“Have you ever touched yourself here?” Remus asked with a sly smirk plastered across your face, no that you could see it. Sirius was still watching you just as intensely as Remus as he gripped your jaw tenderly, holding you there.

“Yes”.

James smiled around your puffy nipple, groaning at the thought.

“How do you touch yourself?” Remus continued his questioning.

Thankful for the blindfold, even though you were slightly embarrassed at least you weren’t having to look at them as you answered. “I…I touch myself where you’re touching”, referring to your bundle of nerves.

Remus pressed a fraction harder, drawing a moan from you. “What, here?”

“Yes”.

“Where else?”

“I … sometimes put a finger inside of me”, actually saying these words to him, your best friend was thrilling, especially as with each answer you gave, one of the three men would moan deeply.

“Just one finger?”

“Two”, you answered honestly.

“Good girl”, Sirius says to your honesty, his thumb brushing your jaw in a calming way. The praise he uttered was almost like a lightbulb moment which Remus noticed instantly as your hole suddenly clenched in arousal.

“What else do you do?” Remus continued to ask, wanting to know every single detail of your masturbation.

You were so lost in your arousal that you began talking without thinking, breathing heavily now with your mouth gaping open. “I… hump my pillow and think about this”.

This confession seemed to stop them in confusion, groaning as Remus had stopped his motions.

“What do you mean by ‘this’, love?”, James asked from your chest. You wanted to escape and tried to hide your face in the bed but Sirius’ grip held strong and then he tutted, understanding just what you meant.

“By this… did you mean us? Do you think about us when you’re touching yourself?”

“Yes”, you admitted, past the point of caring now.

“Fuck”, one of them cursed.

“Want to know something?” Sirius continued, “I’ve lost count of the number of times I’ve pumped my cock with you in mind. I’ve been dreaming of this moment for so long.”

Remus didn’t give you time to respond as he teased your entrance with his finger, his thumb continuing to tease your favourite spot. Your hips were still rolling desperate to feel more and he took that as his sign to finally breach your walls.

“Fuck, you’re so wet”, Remus groaned as he pushed his finger inside of your cunt. It was a sensation you weren’t entirely sure how to explain, it was so different to your smaller fingers but all you knew was that you wanted more as he began to slowly pull out to push back in.

Sirius and James stopped to watch how you reacted, finding it the most beautiful sight as you breathed greedily, hands clenching the sheets harshly, thighs shaking from having to keep them open, wanting nothing more than to slam them shut and ride his hand much like you’d imagined with your pillow all of those times.

As Remus added another finger to your eagerly awaiting cunt, James and Sirius swapped positions. Sirius teased and played with your breasts and kissed along your sternum as James moved between leaving open-mouth kisses along your throat, to absorbing your moans with his own mouth.

Remus was careful not to hurt you, knowing this was the first time you’d had anything the size of his fingers in there, making sure that you were wet enough and relaxed before curling his fingers and pressing more firmly in swipes across your bundle of nerves.

It was an instant reaction, to reach for that pleasure as you released the grip on the bed to try and grab Remus but instead held onto James and Sirius's heads, using them as momentum to ride the fingers inside of you.

The sensation swarmed you quickly, the coil in your abdomen almost overwhelmingly tight as you called out into Sirius’ mouth, the orgasm taking your breath away completely, legs dropping down onto the bed.

All the whilst, Remus was praising you, “That’s a good girl, you’re doing so well”. It was unlike anything you’d been able to give to yourself and it took a moment to catch your breath as the three of them waited patiently. Your entire body felt relaxed in the after-orgasmic glow.

“What do you want to do sweetheart? Do you want to stop?” Sirius asked as he tenderly kissed your cheek, something you leaned into.

“No, I want to keep going but… I don’t think-, I mean, all three of you, I don’t-”.

“Shh”, Sirius cut off your words with a swipe of his thumb against your lips. “Not all three of us, not with your first time darling. We have all the time in the world for more”. Your heart pounded at the possibility that this wasn’t a one-time thing but then another mouth next to your other ear had you drifting back to the moment as he kissed along the shell of your ear.

“It’ll just be me today my love, how does that sound? I’ll look after you…”

You nodded your head, wanting him desperately, not that it mattered which of the three it was, this was actually happening, your arousal spiking once more as you turned your head towards James to try and kiss him which he gladly reciprocated.

But all too quickly he was leaning away from you, leaving that side of your body cold and empty. “You’ll tell me to stop if you need me to, won’t you?” James asked from somewhere further than on the bed as he began to strip off his clothes, not that you could see.

“Yes”, you verbally say rather than nodding your head, hand reaching out to touch one of them, smiling when Sirius’ lips nipped the tips of your fingers, nuzzling into your palm as you rested it against his cheek.

Remus also moved on the bed, climbing over your body to move his lips against yours, distracting you completely from the situation but then as James’ hands began trailing over your legs, parting them and giving him room did it dawn on you again that you were actually about to lose your virginity.

Remus and Sirius seemed to move away now leaving you and James in the middle of the bed. “Do you want to keep this on?” James asked, poking the material tied around your head.

Contemplating for a moment - even though all of this foreplay had been fun with the blindfold and it had helped with your anxiety, your virginity could only be taken once and you wanted to fully be in the moment so steadily, you removed the cloth from covering your eyes.

It took a moment of squinting your eyes to adjust properly to the light in the room that mostly came from the fire at the other end of the room. What you’d anticipated were regret and fear but as James gazed down at you with his soft brown, wide eyes, and glasses fixed on his face all you felt was safe in his arms.

Even as you caught sight of Remus and Sirius to the sides, their hands moving up and down their shafts as they chased their own highs watching the two of you, it didn’t feel embarrassing, it felt right. There was no one you trusted more in the world than these three and even in this vulnerable state, you wanted nothing more than to stay in this moment forever.

“Hi,” you said timidly up at him, a smile spreading across his handsome face in response. James lowered his body over yours, almost cocooning and moulding the two of you together and his natural body heat helped to keep you relaxed as his nose bumped yours.

“It’s just us, love”, he whispered against your lips before kissing you, tongue dancing with your own making you moan at the taste of him. Your legs moved on their own accord, wrapping around his hips, ankles locking together, almost pulling him closer until you felt his noticeable length graze your thigh.

Trying not to lose your cool, your hands landed on his shoulders, feeling the toned muscles beneath before cupping his jaw as he pulled back. James watched your face closely, wanting to see every emotion that you had as his hand disappeared between your bodies to align his cock with your cunt.

Similarly to Remus, James was very aware that this was your first time and was very aware that this could potentially hurt so he moved slowly, his tip gradually breaching your hole.

Your eyebrows knitted together, your mouth dropping open as you looked down to where your bodies were now joined. It was intense the further he moved, it wasn’t horrifically painful but still stung as you stretched to a size you’d definitely never had before. James stopped at one point, not fully penetrating in but just giving your body to adjust as he finally dipped his head to kiss your swollen lips, distracting you from the discomfort.

The Marauder waited for you to nod your head to continue moving and after a few more small thrusts, your cunt had accustomed to his size, even beginning to move your hips with his. His cock felt so incredibly deep inside of you, each fuck in and out was hitting every single spot that you craved to be touched.

James groaned at how tight you felt, almost suffocating his cock, it was unbelievably good, seeing how you looked underneath him, your eyes glazed, mouth open in a constant string of moans.

You were so lost in the emotions and pleasure that you couldn’t even speak and warn that you were about to cum but James could tell by the tightening of your cunt. “Cum for me sweetheart, fuck you feel so good”, James encouraged.

He held intense eye contact, mouths brushing each other but not fully kissing, just remaining close so you came hard once more, thighs squeezing his hips harshly.

“Wait, ahh-” you cry out, needing James to pause with how sensitive you were feeling and James had to hide his face into your neck from not cumming with how tightly your cunt was convulsing around his cock. It took a few minutes of deep breathing and James’ hands massaging over your body to calm enough before rolling your hips, signalling for James to continue.

As he began to thrust back into you, the messy-haired man sat back on his knees, pushing both of your legs up to your chest which was when Sirius and Remus moved back over to the bed and you were thankful for this, almost like they could read your mind as you were about to moan for them.

In this position, it gave Sirius the perfect opportunity to circle your clit with his fingers in time with James' thrusts. You were crying out again, throat beginning to feel raw with how much you’d been moaning but you also never wanted it to end, it just felt so good.

Remus casually sat next to you, his hand continuing to pump his impressively sized cock, and he smirked as he caught you looking at it with wide eyes, not understanding how that would ever fit in you.

You wanted desperately to kiss Remus but he simply held your jaw so that you had to watch him touching himself as he watched you getting fucked by his best friend.

James' moans increased in sound as his cock throbbed inside of you, desperately close to reaching his own climax.

“Is he making you feel good?” Remus asked, looking down your body at where Sirius was touching you.

“Yes, he feels so good, I think I’m going to cum again”, you admitted between moans, Sirius’ fingers moving with more pressure as he heard how close you were.

“Good, I want you to cum before Prongs does”, Remus’s dominant tone had you heating with even more arousal if that was even possible. His intense stare, the hold on your jaw, the guarantee of feeling safe, there was no way you weren’t going to cum that very moment.

Chanting ‘yes’ with each thrust, you came, eyes having to close to try and remain in control and this was all James needed to release his cum deep within your cunt, groaning needing at how fucking good you felt. You felt almost close to tears with the stimulation you’d experienced, your body reeling from the multiple orgasms but also aching from being licked, stroked and fucked, it was a little overwhelming now.

James eased his cock out of your hole causing you to wince slightly as the euphoric feelings began to fade away, you still felt good but needed a good rest. The brown-eyed boy smiled apologetically down at you, gently kissing your cheek before climbing off of the bed to retrieve his wand from his discarded trouser pockets.

Just as you were able to ask for a tissue to clean up in between your legs, James waved his wand and the mess that was a mixture of yours and his juices disappeared.

“Thank you”, your voice was quiet, thick with exhaustion as you dropped your head onto the bed. Sirius was soon crawling next to you, his body quickly wrapping around yours, causing you to turn on to your side, his face nuzzling into your neck.

What was going to happen now? Would they even want to still be your friend? Would you all wake up tomorrow and regret what had happened? You knew for sure that you didn’t regret anything only worried for the repercussions.

A flick to the tip of your nose had you glancing up at Remus as he too lay on the bed now, facing you and it then only registered that he and Sirius had cum whilst watching you being fucked by James but you’d been so lost in your own pleasure that you hadn’t noticed.

“Stop thinking so hard”, Remus whispered, stroking your cheek tenderly. “We’ll talk about this all tomorrow but you haven’t lost us, we’ll still be right by your side when you wake up”. You took a deep breath, the tension melting away as you smiled at him before closing your eyes.

Tomorrow was a new day, a new start to whatever was going on between the four of you but one thing was certain, you’d need to speak to Lily about making some birth control potion soon.

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[theemporium]

can i request sirius fluff? where the reader is super shy but when with sirius she’s always clinging his arm and holding him? and maybe the marauders are surprised

thank you!! love your writing 💌

thank you for requesting!🫶🏽

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If you had asked any of the boys who they thought Sirius would end up with, they would have answered with someone who was just as loud and energetic and bold as the boy himself.

Sirius Black was an acquired taste, but beloved nonetheless. He was loud and proud and didn’t hide who he was. He was confident in his skin, even more confident in his words. He was the kind of guy people aspired to be, the kind of arrogance that didn’t make you feel like you were choking on someone’s ego. He was the kind of guy that you needed to match the energy of to fully appreciate him as a person. 

So, when Sirius started becoming lovesick and besotted by a girl, the boys were preparing themselves to be met with a female version of their friend.

They weren’t expecting you.

Not in a bad way, not at all. They knew you well, each of them sharing a class with you at some point over the years. You were quiet and tended to keep to yourself. You didn’t really go out of your way to speak unless you had to. You were happy to stay in the shadows, to get lost in the crowd of everyone else and stay camouflaged and unseen. You were the type that went unnoticed unless you wanted to be seen by people. 

And they certainly didn’t think Sirius was the kind of guy you’d go for either. 

But you both made it work, somehow and some way. Maybe it was an opposites attract situation, or maybe there was a side to the both of you that they didn’t know. But you made it work, despite the doubts everyone—and truly, everyone in the school had been invested by that point—had. 

“Prongs, you’re fucking wrong and you know it!”

“I’m not!”

“You are!”

“Pads—”

Sirius only let out a laugh as he chucked the croissant across the table and watched it hit James square on the forehead. The boy howled with laughter, only managing to duck on time when James threw a piece of toast in retaliation. He reached for an orange, prepared to throw it as his next attack, when he felt a warm hand on his shoulder. 

In an instant, the bubbling and giddy energy that was bouncing off him moments ago melted into something softer, sweeter even. Like the skittish energy in him had been settled.

“Hey, pretty girl,” Sirius grinned as he leaned his head back to look at you, his lips pouted in expectation and he tried to hold back his grin when he watched your face flush in response.

“Hi,” you murmured back as you leaned down to press a quick kiss on his lips. 

Sirius’ grin widened before he lifted his arm, letting you settle into the spot next to him with ease before he wound his arm around your shoulders. You tucked into his side, your hand reaching for the one of his that was hanging off your shoulder now. You intertwined your fingers together, nuzzling your cheek against him as the two of you settled into the familiar but comfortable position. 

James eyed the two of you, shaking his head in disbelief. “I don’t get how you do it.”

You raised your brows in question. “Do what?” 

“Calm him down,” Remus snorted from his seat beside James. “It’s like a switch flips around you.”

A crease formed between your brows. “Is that…a bad thing?”

“Of course not, love,” Sirius spoke up, glaring at his friends as he pressed a kiss to the side of your head. “They are just jealous.”

“Stop staring at me like you’re trying to make my spleen explode.”

“Maybe I am.”

James rolled his eyes before his gaze settled on you, a kind and warm smile on his face. “It’s not a bad thing,” he assured you. “We just wanna know how you do it. Especially when he’s drunk. He is a runner.”

You giggled a little at that.

“This side of me is reserved for my girl only,” Sirius defended, puffing out his chest. “You aren’t pretty enough for it, Prongs.”

The boy gaped. “Hey—”

“You’re not my type.”

James glowered. “I’m everyone’s type.”

“Except mine.”

“Asshole.”

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Blood Ties — Barty Crouch Jr

Summary: You’re a muggleborn adopted into a pureblood family after their newborn baby dies but no one knows. You’ve been in love with Barty Crouch Jr since you were teenagers, but his thoughts on blood status begin to worry you, so you come clean about your own.

Word Count: 761

Warnings: Angst with a happy ending

You walked down Diagon Alley, dimly lit by the streetlamps at this time of night. You were cloaked in a secret that threatened to unravel the life you'd built within the magical world, a secret that had been kept from you for most of your formative years. You’d been adopted into a prestigious pureblood family after the tragic loss of their newborn, and your true lineage remained hidden, known only to a select few.

Your heart also harbored its own secret, one that had been growing and stirring in your chest since your later years as a student at Hogwarts. Barty Crouch Jr, with his silver tongued charm and suave demeanor, had captured your heart in ways you couldn't explain.

Yet, as the years unfolded, whispers of Barty's beliefs on blood status began to echo through the wizarding world. Faint murmurings reached your ears, and a disquiet settled in your chest. You and Barty had always remained close, but it was these rumors that kept you from pursuing anything real with him. It seemed the chasm between your worlds may in fact be insurmountable as you grappled with the uncertainty of Barty's stance on Muggleborns.

One evening, a meeting was taking place in the Leaky Cauldron. The room crackled with the fire's warmth, and you found Barty lost in thought, his brow furrowed in contemplation in the far corner of the room. Taking your opportunity to approach, seeing as he was quite sequestered from the others, you decided to take the moment to come clean.

"Barty," you began, your voice was steady but you could feel the uncertainty start to seep in, "there's something I need to tell you."

His dark eyes met yours, and you felt the weight of the confession before the words left your lips. "I'm not a pureblood, Barty. I'm Muggleborn."

The revelation hung in the air. Silence enveloped your corner of the room, broken only by the crackling of the fire. Barty's expression shifted, his features contorted and you couldn’t tell what he was thinking.

You finally decided that you had to break the silence. "Does that change anything for you,” you asked, your heart pounding.

A ghost of a smile played on his lips. "No, it changes nothing. I can’t say anyone else here would approve, but haven’t I always known the heart of you?"

Relief washed over you and you quickly enveloped Barty in a tight hug. You snuck out of there quite quickly afterwards, before anyone else could question you being there. Days later, however, you couldn't shake the concern that lingered beneath the surface. Barty's reassuring words had answered your question, but shadows of doubt creeped at the periphery of your thoughts. You knew he was allied with the Death Eaters, but just like he’d said to you, he knew the heart of you, and you knew the same of him. At least, you thought you had.

One fateful night, in the depths of the Forbidden Forest, you confronted Barty amidst the gnarled trees. He was in deep with them now, and even meeting him was dangerous, but you had to know where you stood.

The moonlight cast long shadows amongst the trees, offering you both sufficient coverage. "You said you know the heart of me. Well, if that’s true, then know this. I love you, Barty, but I can't ignore the path you're choosing," you declared, your voice trembling with a mixture of fear and determination. “It’s not too late to change. I’m asking you to make a choice.”

He regarded you curiously and remained mute. How had he never guessed your feelings for him? Was he truly that blind?

Tears welled in your eyes as you spoke the words that had lingered unspoken for too long. "I can't be a part of a world that seeks to divide based on blood. I won't abandon who I am, no matter how much I love you."

The silence that followed was heavy, echoing the finality of your decision. After his silence had gone on too long, you turned away. Yet in only several steps, Barty reached out, grabbed your wrist and pulled you back to him. “Don’t go. I want you to stay. I’ll choose you.” You almost couldn’t believe what you were hearing.

“Do you mean it,” you asked.

“What does your heart say?”

You cracked a smile. “Then let’s leave here, run away and start over.”

“Let’s,” Barty agreed. He leaned in, kissed you and took your hand in his. Then, the two of you ran off into the night.

For anon

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[citydreamgrls]

firearm

a hermione granger x fem!reader fic

summary: hermione has been searching for peace in the darkest of places, hiding her shame in the shadows and keeping herself away from her friends. she never thought that her past would haunt her this way... quite literally.

an: hello :) it has been a very long time, and i have changed quite a lot; but my love for writing and hp is still strong. i'm not sure if there is anyone reading this who will remember me from over a year ago. if by any strange chance there is, please let me know, i have missed my little corner of life and i am so glad to be back !!!

love, always <333

words:

She started off in my dreams. Two eyes watching me, hidden, but never out of my sight. It was unnerving at first, even more so when I finally understood who was there.

After the war, I daren't leave my little flat, not for anything or anyone.

The boy's had tried to come and help me, coax me into the burning daylight. But it was no use; they were gods to the world and I could be viewed as was the poor Granger girl who's bad choice killed her first love.

I was no one without her. She had been my world and I was responsible for ending that.

"I want to live somewhere like this one day."

Hermione was laying down, the sun in her eyes, her sweet voice echoing around her. She turned her head to her left, why was she always on her left?

"Somewhere peaceful?" The girl found herself asking, her conscious being no match against the memory as it played out before her.

"Yeah. Fields and streams and trees... and maybe a pond too."

"If you're lucky."

"I want to be there with you." She felt her hand being squeezed, and the sun slipped away, leaving her cold.

The hand was no longer a pulsing show of affection, but now cold and grasping her for help. She breathed deep, pushing back against the nightmare.

"You said you wouldn't go." She screamed, the wind whipping around her as Bellatrix's curse spread over her chest. "You promised me."

"I'm sorry." Hermione clenched her eyes shut still, knowing exactly what would show in front of her when the hand finally slipped away.

She was always too weak though, and as her love fell from the balcony's edge, she always opened her eyes.

Desperation was a crime in her eyes, worse than the guilt she lived with. That need to see her one last time, even as she screamed for help and choked on the air around her, hurt more than any curse she'd been hit with.

They would never get their house in the country, with the fields and the streams and the trees. Her love, wherever she may be, could have it all, even the pond.

But they couldn't be together again, living how she'd wanted.

Hermione knew there was never anyone else to blame for the pain but herself.

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[reginaaxxwrites]

The Moon Is A Curse (Remus Lupin)

I don't know what inspired me to write this one-shot. I was just sad one day and decided to sort my feelings out by writing this story. And while I was looking at the moon, I thought of Remus.

I hope you guys enjoy this one-shot as much as I enjoyed writing it.

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Warning: none just fluff and angst.

Remus Lupin x Fem!Reader

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Astronomy class is my favorite subject. Studying the moon and the stars. How the stars guide every traveler to their destination. And the moon. Oh, the moon. I love how it shines brightly. Many things are fascinating about taking this class. It's also peaceful because it is taken at night.

"It's a full moon tonight." Lily Evans mentioned as while we were eating dinner at the Great Hall.

"Indeed, it is. The more reasons I look forward to taking Astronomy class." I commented in excitement before taking a bite of my cornbread.

"You're such a Ravenclaw." My friend smiled at me. 

"Oh shut it. You would've fitted in Ravenclaw." 

"True. But Gryffindor does fit me." She giggled.

"Why's that?"

"I'm good at judgment, Y/N. For example, I thought you were a bitch." I raised my eyebrow at him. A grin plastered on her face like she was about to laugh at my face.

"And???" 

"I stand corrected." I threw a grape at her while she laughed. "Hey! I still proved a point!"

"Shove off, Lily." I rolled my eyes at her. "Now I understand why Potter fancies you." It was her turn to roll her eyes.

"Oh don't even start."

Soon after the four boys entered the Great Hall and sat at our table. James Potter with his messy hair, Peter Pettigrew, who immediately grabs food to eat, Sirius Black who looks at me with his stupid grin cast on his face, and Remus Lupin who looks like he's going to throw up.

"Hello, darling." Sirius greeted me as he sat beside me.

"Way to ruin my day, Black."

"And a way to wound my heart." He placed his hand on his chest, a grin never fading on his lips. I rolled my eyes at him.

"Lupin." I greeted the boys in front of me. He looks nervous and stressed. "Are you alright? You look like you're going to be sick."

"Oh...uh... Yeah, uhm... I'm fine." He looks uneasy like he didn't want to start a conversation.

James started to clear his throat and sat beside Lily.

"You should eat, Moony. Food helps with anything. Right, Wormtail?" He looked at his friend who stopped eating and nodded.

"Right, he is, Remus!" He agreed and then placed a piece of chicken leg on his friend's plate. "Go on, mate. Eat!" He smiled.

Remus looks like he just lost a battle that he didn't even bother to fight in the first place. He finally took a bite while I decided to scoop a mashed potato and put it on his plate.

"I heard it really goes well with gravy. You want?" I picked up a pot of gravy. He softly smiled and nodded. I poured the right amount of gravy on his mashed potatoes.

"Thank you, Y/N."

"You're welcome."

"Looks like you fancy my friend," Sirius smirked beside me, nudging me.

"Just because I'm nice to him, it means I fancy him. I'm naturally nice!" I defended. Well, it was true that I developed a tiny crush on Remus. But no one needs or has to know. Even Lily doesn't know.

"And here I thought you were naturally a bitch." Lily commented beside me. I slapped her shoulder which she laughed it off.

"I get your point, Lily! What a Gryffindor you are!" I told her.

I looked at my watch and saw that class was about to start. I picked up my things and stood from our table.

"Astronomy class is about to start," I told them. The boys also stood up. I raised an eyebrow at them. "You do not take this class, do you, boys?"

"Oh, no. We just, uh... need to get back at the dorms early." James answered. I still looked at them, curiously.

"Oh, for Merlin's beard." I heard Lily say under her breath. "They need my help with Potions. You know how dumb they are in that subject." My friend stood up and linked her arm with James'.

"You can handle four of them?" I raised my eyebrows suspiciously at her.

"Now that's a very Gryffindor of you." She smirked. "Thanks for your concern but I can handle them very well. Besides, Remus helps me."

"Okay... I'll see you guys tomorrow." I bid them goodbye and went to the Astronomy Tower.

Today's lesson is interesting. I listened and learned from our Professor. I used my telescope to determine the stars and drew on my chart. As I did my work, I couldn't help but admire the moon that was shining upon us. I bet it's reflecting in my eyes.

The class dismissed and I decided to stay for a while. The professor smiled at me and then complimented how I excellent student I am. After a few minutes, she bid me a good night and I was finally left alone.

As I admired the night sky, looking at the full moon, I heard a loud howl near the forbidden forest. My face turns into a frown.

I just realized how much I admire the full moon because of its beauty. There's someone who's suffering because of it.

I bet it's awful to transform into a werewolf. I heard it's quite painful. We learned about werewolves during our third year. And I must say it was quite interesting learning about them.

Misunderstood, they are. But not all of them.

Another howl was heard from the forest. I can feel it's pain. Like it was struggling, crying for help. I feel sorry for it.

I hope they're well as soon as the sun rises tomorrow...

-

"Morning." I greeted as I sat beside Lily.

"Hey. How was the class last night?" She smiled.

"Wonderful. How was your tutoring last night with the boys?"

"...Great," There was a hint of sadness in her voice.

"Is everything alright? And where are they? Shouldn't they be here?"

"Everything is alright. They probably slept through the alarm. Besides, it's Saturday." She smiled weakly at me. I can sense that something was wrong.

Lily and I have been friends since our third year. We took Divination class together out of curiosity but never took it again the next year. Because we find it ridiculous.

We're in our sixth year now. And in these past 5 months ever since she and James dated, she's always a bit...off every once in a month. Maybe it was just her hormones whenever she was in her period.

"If you say so..." I took a sip of my coffee. "I need to stop by at the Hospital Wing. I promised Madam Pomfrey that I'll volunteer for her today."

"You are?" She looked surprised.

"Yes. So, I'm afraid I cannot accompany your lonely sad ass, Evans." I grinned at her whilst earning an eye roll from her.

"I can survive a day without you, smartass."

"That's good to hear."

Our conversation continued before I decided to go to the Hospital Wing.

"There you are Ms. L/N. I thought you were busy and forgot to volunteer." Madam Pomfrey greeted.

"I wouldn't. Sorry, I was late. I needed to return a few books from the library." I rolled my sleeves and tied my hair to prepare myself for making medicines and potions for the ill students.

"Can I start? I wouldn't pass the opportunity to help and learn." I smiled.

"You're truly dedicated at your age. I heard you were considering to work at St. Mungo's?" She led me to a cubicle and handed me a chart of the students who were in the Hospital Wing at the moment.

"I am. I wanted to follow in my dad's footsteps. And I like to take care and help people." I took the chart from her and saw Remus' name on it.

"Is he alright?" My face turns to a worried look. Madam Pomfrey looked at the chart where my finger was pointing.

"Ah, Mr. Lupin. Are you two acquainted?" She asked and I nodded at her. "He is quite alright. Just needed a few stitches and I remember, he needs Wiggenweld potion. Could you brew some?"

I didn't hesitate and went to fetch the cauldron along with the ingredients. After finishing the potion, I went to Madam Pomfrey to inform her that I was done brewing.

"Wonderful! Why don't you give it to him?" She said while her eyes led to where Remus was lying down.

"I, uh, uhm... He cannot know that I'm here..." I muttered. I heard Madam Pomfrey chuckle. She held my shoulder and pushed the potion into my chest.

"Mr. Lupin might need a familiar face to see right now. His friends are quite busy serving detention."

"But..."

"Go on, dear." She gave me an encouraging look. I sighed deeply before walking my way through him.

As soon as I reached his bed, my gaze softened. He looks awful. A lot of bandages were wrapped around his body. His gaze turns from the ceiling to me.

His eyes widened at the sight of me.

"Y/N?"

"Uhm... You need to drink, uh, this..." I hate that I always stutter whenever it's just the two of us.

He nodded and fixed himself. He leaned at the headboard of the bed slowly. I could see him struggle so I placed the potion at his bed table and helped him.

"Here. Are you good?" I held his arm lightly as I fixed his pillow for his back.

"I am. Thank you."

I start to pour the right amount of the potion I brewed and give it to him. He drank it and handed me the cup.

"That should help you feel better." I closed the bottle of the potion. "I didn't mean to pry and we're barely even friends..."

"We're friends, Y/N." He smiled.

"We are?"

"We are. Unless you don't want to."

"Oh, no! I mean, I want to! Merlin, am I embarrassing myself in front of you?" I felt my cheeks burning but Remus just chuckled.

"No, you're not."

"I'm sorry."

"There's no apology necessary, Y/N." He gave me a kind smile which made my heart, warm. "But you were saying something. What is it?"

"How did you end up with those wounds? What happened?"

Remus seems to be taken aback. He looked like he didn't want to answer the question. He wants to but is finding what excuse he can tell.

"It's fine if you don't want to answer."

"No. It's just... the boys and I did something stupid and well..."

"I see. That's why they are serving detention today."

"Yes."

"Understood. I'm going back to help Madam Pomfrey. Just call us if you need any help or concern." I smiled before turning my back on him.

"Actually..."

"Yes?" I looked over to him.

"Never mind."

"Oh, okay... See you later."

"See you."

I returned to Madam Pomfrey's desk and started to scribble notes.

"Did he take the medicine?" Madam Pomfrey asked.

"Yes, he did."

"Hmm... you should be here more often if he intends to return here with more injuries. That boy is stubborn to take his medications."

"What do you mean? He drank the potion without being stubborn. And more often? You mean he's always here? Injured?" My concern was visible and the elder woman just smiled at me, not bothering to answer my questions.

-

"You look troubled." Lily closed the book she was reading.

"I am?"

"You are." She rolled her eyes before speaking again. "What is it? Potions problem? Hmm, no. You're good at potions like me. Transfiguration problem? No, you're also good at it? Boy problem? Pfft, no. Of course, not. You don't like someone. I mean, if you do, I would know! Wait..." She stopped talking as soon as she mentioned the boy's problem.

"Fucking bloody hell! You do have a crush on someone!" I quickly covered her mouth when the other students started to look in our way.

"Quiet, Lily!"

"Who is it? How long? Tell me everything!" She looked so excited. This is why I liked to keep it to myself.

"Lupin. Since last year..." I looked at my friend's face and she kept her expression neutral. I raised an eyebrow at her because I was expecting a reaction from her. "Uhmm...?"

"Oh, sorry. I always knew you liked him, Y/N." She grinned at me. "But besides that... Remus, huh? If James have known, he would be freaking out and started to plan all your wedding." She laughed at the thought of her boyfriend.

"Well then it's good Potter's not here," I said.

"Quite. How did you start liking him?" She looked eager to hear my answer to her question. I smiled at the thought of when I started liking him.

"Y/N Artemis L/N..." He says my name under his breath while holding my leathered diary. I panicked that I didn't mean to snatch my diary out of his hands harshly.

"This...is mine..."

"Sure, it is. You have a beautiful name." A blush crept into my cheeks. When he saw my face, he started to clear his throat. "Uh... Uhm, sorry. You drop it but I swear I didn't read it. I, uh, uhm...would never invade one's privacy." He explained.

"It's fine, Lupin. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to be harsh."

"An apology from you isn't necessary. I'll see you later." He bid me a goodbye.

"See you..."

"You started liking him because he told you that your name is beautiful?" Lily looked amused.

"It's kinda shallow, I know." I sighed.

"No, it's not. It's kind of amusing. Of course, Remus is always nice." My shoulder started to lump when she said those words.

He's nice to everyone... It's one of his good qualities but sometimes I mistake his kindness into something more.

"I know..."

"Why don't you ask him to have a study session? Just the two of you."

"Oh, no. He'll probably say no. Besides I don't want to bother him. He needs his rest. I'm sure you know what had happened to him." I shook my head while laughing nervously. Lily's face turns into a frown.

"I'm not saying that you should ask him now, Y/N. And besides, Remus wouldn't mind. You both like to study and stick your noses in books. He will say yes to you, I promise. So, why don't you go and try?" She continues to encourage me.

-

A couple of weeks had passed and I decided to ask Lupin for a study session. And so, I made my way through Great Hall and immediately saw him with his best friends. Lily spotted me and invited me to sit down.

"Hello, love." Sirius greeted me as soon as I sat beside him while Lupin was in front of me.

"Hello, Black." I greeted back. I turned my face to Lupin. "Hello." He stopped scribbling on his parchment to face me.

"Y/N, hello." His smile is beautiful. I tried not to distract myself and took a deep breath.

"Are you... Uhm, do you have anything to do later this evening?" I asked him. Lily seemed to hear my question and slowly turned her attention to us.

"Er... No. Why do you ask?"

"Well, I--"

"Are you asking my best friend out?!" Sirius cut my words off. James and Peter looked at us. I saw James start to curve his lips upward and wanted to say something but Lily butted in.

"Oh, bloody hell, Sirius!" She scolded while James tried to calm his girlfriend.

"Are you?!" He insisted on asking. I felt embarrassed and couldn't look at Lupin.

"Never mind him, Y/N. What were you saying?" Lupin finally starts to speak with a gentle tone.

"Uhm..." I slowly looked up to meet his eyes. He was looking at me, encouraging me to tell him what I was about to say. "I was going to invite you for a study session... Just the two of us. If that's okay."

"I would love to. I'll see you later at the Library."

After dinner, I finally made my way to the Library. I was feeling quite nervous but excited. As soon as I stepped inside the Library, I already saw Lupin sitting near the window. He looks troubled, looking outside the window. I started to wonder if he felt pressured and forced to agree to this study session.

I slowly walked toward his direction and sat in front of him. He looks like he snapped out of his thoughts and turned his attention to me.

"Sorry..." I muttered.

"Why do you always feel sorry whenever you see me, Y/N?" He looks at me curiously. I looked away.

"I feel like... I'm always bothering you."

I heard a soft chuckle coming from him.

"You're not, believe me."

"You meant it?"

"Yes." He answered.

"No. I mean, do you mean it when you agreed to have this study session with me?" He looks confused with my question.

"Of course. Why wouldn't I?"

"I just thought...that you just agreed because you felt sorry and don't want to see me get embarrassed."

"Oh. I didn't agree because I felt bad. I agreed because I want to. I like your company, Y/N." His words were comforting and didn't feel like a lie. I smiled at him and started to open my book to study.

After a few minutes, I found myself staring out the window. I was admiring yet again the night sky. I felt someone was looking at me. I turned around only to meet his eyes again. He was looking at me intently.

"Lupin?"

"What's so beautiful about the night? It's just darkness and a lot of bad things happen at night. Why do you admire it?" He asks.

"Well... It isn't a total darkness, isn't it? There are beautiful stars and the moon. They're the ones who light up this night. They are the reminder that even in the darkness, there's always a light." I looked at him and his face softened. He looked vulnerable. "A moon is also a reminder that the sun will always show up."

"That's..." He smiled at me but his eyes were sad. "I have a guess that you always see the good in other people."

"Some people are just misunderstood. So, I always wanted to understand them."

Even if his face is covered with scars, he looks handsome... Fuck, I think I'm in love with him.

-

Our study sessions continued every night ever since that night. Sometimes, we would just close our books and talk about a lot of things.

But this night is different. He told me couldn't come to our study session because something important came up. I told him that it was fine and that we can reschedule it tomorrow. But he told me he won't be available this whole week.

I finished helping Madam Pomfrey at the Hospital Wing and decided to go to the Astronomy Tower. Tonight is a full moon and I always liked to watch the moon at its fullness. I mean, it's the reason why I was named after a moon goddess, Artemis. I was born on a full moon.

As the full moon shone brightly, a loud, painful howl was heard near the Whomping Willow. Its cries were awful like it needed help. It was a howl that I had heard for the last 6 years.

The next day, I went to the Hospital Wing to help Madam Pomfrey. It became my routine since she really helped me a lot to take care of the students who were sick.

"Right in time, dear. Here give this to Mr. Lupin." She gave me a bottle of potion. I was about to ask her when she pushed me into the curtains to see his unconscious body lying down on the bed.

I see his fresh cuts and wounds. They looked worse than last time. A bandage that wrapped around his torso like the last time he was in here. As I examined his state, his eyes were starting to open. I went over to his side and held his hand.

"Lupin..."

"Y/N? What are you doing here?" His voice is a little hoarse.

"You know fully well that I helped Madam Pomfrey." I put the potion aside and helped him to lean against his bed's headboard. "What happened to you?"

"It's..."

"Another trouble with your friends? That excuse won't convince me now since your wounds are worse than last month. I'm sure your friends wouldn't put you and themselves in danger. Even they're foolishly brave."

Lupin's lip pursed as he looked uncomfortable.

"Do you not trust me?" I asked as I poured his medicine into a cup before handing it to him.

"I...I do trust you. I'm just scared."

"Of what, Remus?"

"That you'll be afraid of me." I sat at the side of his bed.

"I will never be afraid of you. How could I?"

"Y/N..." He took a deep breath before he spoke again. "I can't tell you..." I reached for his hand as he looked at me. I gave him a comforting smile.

"I won't force you to. But please know that I am here for you. I'll listen to you. We'll talk like we have done these past few weeks."

"I'm afraid of the night. I'm afraid of the moon. I don't like it." He tightened his hold on my hand. "It always brings me pain, it makes me weak. It makes me helpless. Indeed, James, Sirius, and Peter always stayed with me during the painful transformation. But I'm always afraid that I'll hurt them if..."

That's when I realized everything. The painful howls I hear every once in a month for the last 6 years. The cries for help that make my heart break. It was him. It was Remus Lupin. He's a werewolf.

I didn't say anything and hugged him tightly. It was stupid but I cried on behalf of him. His body stiffened when he heard my sobs. He gently put his arms around me and nuzzled his face on my neck while inhaling my scent. His body started to relax.

"Why are you crying?" He whispered in my ear.

"I'm sorry you have to go through all of that pain. I'm sorry you feel scared. I'm sorry--"

"Y/N. I told you not to--"

"I am sorry, Remus. You don't deserve any of this." I pulled my head away to see his face. My arms were still on him, hugging him. "I want to take all your pain away. I want to stay with you."

"No... What if I hurt you? I can't risk your life if I let you stay."

"I don't care. I... I love you, Remus. And this is the only thing I am not apologizing for." He was surprised at my sudden confession. His hands left at my back and moved to my face. He cups and caresses it. He wipes my tears and places a kiss on my forehead.

"I'm sorry... I didn't intend for you to fall in love with me. It's all my fault."

"It wasn't. You shouldn't blame yourself because I love you. I want to stay, Remus. I want to be here with you, forever." My hands moved on the sides of his neck. "Please don't push me away. Please let me take care of you."

I slowly traced the scars on his face with my fingertips as he closed his eyes, feeling it.

"I love you..." He says as he leans closer to my face. I could feel his hot breath brushed on my face. His lips slowly lean into mine.

"Remus..." He closed the gap and finally placed a soft, sweet lingering kiss on my lips.

"I love you, Y/N. God, I love you so much." He says between our kisses. And then he pulled away but he rested his forehead against mine. None of us spoke and just felt our moment.

-

Remus finally woke up and saw Sirius looking at him, worried.

"You alright, mate?" His friend handed him a glass of water.

"Y-Yeah..."

"You were calling her name, Moony."

He didn't look at him. He felt his heavy heart and looked outside the window. It was night and the stars shone brightly. The moon is in a crescent shape.

"It's night," He says.

"Yes, it is." Sirius handed him a potion. It was a wolfsbane potion. "There's a full moon tomorrow."

Ah... Remus always hated the full moon. He always does because of the pain it brings him. The transformation is always painful. But every month, every year, he always looks forward to the full moon. Because it's the only time he'll be with her.

When the moon rises, she's with him. She stays. That's when it's fine even if the transformation is painful because he knows she's there. She'll soothe the pain away. He just needs to look at the full moon and everything will be alright.

"Remus?" Sirius called his friend.

"She likes to look outside the window when night falls..." He looked at him with a painful expression.

"She does..."

"I can't wait for the full moon tomorrow night. I can't wait to be with her again." His voice was trembling, like he wanted to cry. "How can I fall in love with the moon when it's a curse? I'm supposed to hate it now that it will always bring me pain more than ever."

"Remus."

"I..."

"She left a part of her. She will always be with you as long as your daughter, Artemis, is alive. Something did die inside of you that night but it gave another reason to live. Her daughter...your daughter." Sirius placed a hand on Remus' shoulder. "She needs his father. Now, come along. Everyone is waiting downstairs. Harry arrives today." He squeezed his shoulder before removing it.

Remus went downstairs to see his daughter, their daughter laughing with Hermione and Ginny. She looked at him and for a minute, he thought he saw her again. She looks exactly like her.

"You never left me, Y/N... You kept your word." He whispered to himself before walking over to them.

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Threat- Hermione Granger

Pairing: Hermione Granger x Reader

Characters: Hermione Granger

Warnings: N/A

Request: Wattpad- "You interrupt my reading once more, and this book will become a lethal weapon."

Word Count: 405

Author: Charlotte

If the conversation between Ron and Harry was annoying you, then it was certainly driving Hermione closer to using a forbidden curse on one or both of them. Hermione and you had been dating for a while and that resulted in you befriending her friends, even if the two of you didn’t really have similar interests as her friends. The two of you had spent many free periods and evenings sat together in the common room, each with a book, silently reading and appreciating the others presence without interfering in the others reading- the boys hadn’t figured out the concept of not interfering.

At first you both responded to them shortly, hoping they’d leave then you started to ignore them but even then, neither of them seemed to get the memo. As they just kept on talking, you wanted to throw your book at them, but you tried your best to keep your patience. No matter how hard you tried to focus on your book, they were beginning to get on your nerves, and you knew they were doing the same to Hermione. Her patience broke first.

“You interrupt my reading once more, and this book will become a lethal weapon,” Hermione snapped, slapping her open book down into her lap so that she was able to glare at her two friends.

You held your book up a little higher to hide the silent laugh from you, not wanting Hermione to snap at you for reacting to her outburst. The two boys fell silent before their attentions quickly turned to you.

“Y/N! Aren’t you going to do something? You can’t let her threaten us like that!” Ron exclaimed.

You slowly lowered your book, letting your expression become neutral again.

“I don’t know what you want me to do, you’re the idiots that are trying to annoy us whilst we are attempting to read,” you shrugged. “You deserve to be shouted at or worse if you can’t consider that maybe we don’t want to talk to you when we are reading.”

Both of them frowned whilst Hermione looked on triumphantly. They both stood up and shuffled away, finally getting that they were not welcome currently even if you would likely apologise to them later for snapping at them.

Hermione relaxed back in the seat, scooting closer to you as the two of you lifted back up your books and continued to read in a blissful silence.

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