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ninamitoo · 1 year

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The veiling of mind

As some of you may know, this was a reguest from @cabbages-posts

Once again, thank you for requesting this since it means to me you like the way I write. The MC described in this story is the same MC in HPHM so you can do about everything 🤷🏻‍♀️✨ Talbott is really insecure about himself in this, hope you don't mind. I imagine that he started to change and see himself in a diferent way roughly sometime after this incident. (Also reader is a bird animagus like Talbott, nut feel free to insert any other animal you prefer.)

Sorry for taking this long, uni work is killing all my time. Hope you like this!

Warnings: It's just pure fluff with a little angst if you close one eye and sexual degrading comments from a Slythering student towards the reader. Nothing big, really. Just the usual stuff most of us heard at least once in our life. I used the F word once, as well as asshole. Talbott also sends a few curses, but doesn't physically harm anyone (the punk in question calmly gets up and runs away like a wounded animal).

Pairing: Talbott Winger x fem! reader (established relationship)

Fandom: Harry Potter Hogwarts Mystery

W: 6412 (o.O like wut? I didn't expect this oneshot to be so long.)

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The way your hair glistened in the sunlight was addictive. You were just bending down to pick the spiky flowers when a strand of your hair fell in your face. Unable to resist his desire, Talbott gently reached for them, uncovering your beautiful face and softheartedly put them behind your ear. They were just as tender as he remembered and as the sweet smell of your shampoo assaulted his sinuses, he quite consciously sucked in your intoxicating scent once more. He rested his chin on your head and stroked your hair lovingly.

Talbott rarely ever showed his affection for you. Most of the time, he did so by letting his inhibitions disappear and giving in to his own desires. He didn't know if he could afford to do this to you, if you wanted it, or how you would react if he actually did what he dreams of doing day and night. And as soon as he came back to the harsh reality of what he was doing, he immediately let you go in shame every single time no matter how much you told him you loved it.

He was too nervous to see how much his gesture made you blush. He purposufely looked away from you as his eyes were searching for something to serve as distraction, his hand at the back of his neck. A habit he unconsciously made whenever he was too shy or nervous in your presence.

You were the only one who made him insecure about himself.

It wasn't because of the way you acted around him or anything you said to him. If anything, you've always let him know how much you appreciate him and how much you love him for who he is - for being himself. But... YOU were too good for him. You were perfect at anything you touched. You excelled in every subject, and even though Snape didn't like you twice, your grades were still among the best. You managed to befriend every wizard, witch and magical creature. Everyone adored you. You were brave, beautiful, willing to put yourself in danger to save others, smart, you even sang in the choir and you were capable of playing any position in Quidditch!

Compared to you, he... He could never be your match. The only thing he was really good at was transfiguration and caring for the plants. Although... On multiple occasions you told him how much you admired his clever brain, how you wished to be at least half as smart as he is. One time you even confessed how incredibly sexy you find his cleverness. After hearing your hurried confession he studied even more then before. He wanted to impress you.

Ever since that first day he found out he was your secret crush, he's felt so much better about himself. And every time you chose him out of your long list of admirers to go to a date or to a ball with without hesitation and reassure him that he would always be your first choice, his confidence grew again.

And yet... Every time he was made aware of your superhuman incredibility, he couldn't help but watch you from afar. He admired you more than anyone else.

"Aren't you more touchy-feely than usually today?" You giggled happily and handed him a bouquet of his favorite flowers. Since your first date in Hagrid's garden, picking Thistle has become a bit of a tradition. Whenever you came back here on one of your many dates or just passing by on an evening stroll, you always picked him a bouquet of purple beauties. You yourself would have preferred to choose slightly prettier flowers but you liked the reason why Talbott likes them in the first place. Still, you wished he would begin to think better of himself than that he was often overlooked just as this flowering plant. You wished there was some magic that could make him see himself through your eyes, at least for a while. Then maybe he'd realize how amazing he really is.

"I-I'm sorry..." Talbott was quick to apologize, thinking he'd ruined the rest of the day with his gesture. You finally saw each other after a few days when you were busy with all sorts of things while he was studying in the library and secretly watching you in his animal form whenever he could. Today was supposed to be your day, and he ruined it. "Guess you don't want to see me anymore tonight, huh?" He grumbled, feeling the nervous beat of his heart echoing in his ears as he waited for your answer.

Your eyebrows drew together in an expression of confusion at his thought. Are you expressing your feelings towards him wrongly that his conclusion is a negation instead of a positive? You gently caressed his cheek while you pulled his forehead down to yours. With a smile on your face, you were once again reminded of how Talbott had changed over the past few months - when you met two years ago, he was the same height as you and his build was rather flabby. Now when you wanted to look into his eyes, you had to tilt your head, stand on tiptoe when you wanted to kiss him on the cheek and whenever his strong arms wrapped around you, you got lost in his broad chest.

"Talbott... I'd be lying if I said I wasn't glad you're overlooked by most people, because then everyone would jump on you." The confusion was switched from one person to another after your last sentence. "You're the most beautiful, kindest person I've ever met, and every day I fall under your spell more and more. And every once in a while, when you make a romantic gesture like you did a moment ago, I feel like my heart explodes with happiness. I love it when you kiss my hair, when I come back to my room and there's a flower and a poem on my bed, or when you wish me sweet dreams and good mornings everyday." You confessed to him and tried to put into your words all your emotions of love that swirled through you like a tornado. You still couldn't believe that someone like you got such an attentive, sweet and romantic guy as a boyfriend.

"Before I met you I thought I wasn't into romance but you made me selfish and I want it, I want you, more and more." Your face turned bright red and your eyes shone with love under the late sunlight. Talbott, utterly absorbed in your beauty and sincerity, could not tear his gaze from you, and watched you in astonished silence. Once in a while you caught him staring at you during meals or classes so now when he looked at you directly, you said nothing and simply smiled at him while you stroked his brown strands, waiting for your words to settle in his heart. Heat flared in the area of Talbott's chest as he watched you, and without thinking, he pressed his lips to yours in a sweet kiss.

"I really like you." He whispered against your lips, not daring to say the other word beginning with the letter L. A wide smile lit up your face as you replied back "I like you more," and although Talbott doubted it, he didn't refute your assumption and instead pulled you to him again. He felt his stomach clench as if into itself as you used your tongue to suck his bottom lip into your mouth and without further hesitation he came to meet you. Your kissing was unhurried but full of unspoken feelings hidden deep inside each other.

Too immersed in each other's touch, you didn't notice the door opening or the dog barking a greeting behind your back. "Stop flirtin' and go back 'to the castle! Curfew's comin' up." Hagrid's voice, enriched with boisterous laughter, interrupted you, and you both jumped apart in shame.

"We're coming! We're coming!" You shout back at him while stroking Fang's grey fur. A stick lay a short distance from you, and without hesitation you raised it to brown, playful eyes. "Want this, buddy?" You already knew that if you didn't quickly divert his attention elsewhere, you'd end up on the floor under a layer of dog saliva. When he wiggled his ass in delight, you successfully reached out for the throw.

"Aport!" You swung as hard as you could and watched Fang's tail wag back and forth with joy as he tried to catch the stick in mid-air. "Good boy!" Hagrid cheered as he watched his partner catch the wood and proudly patted him on the side when he came to show him. You said goodbye with a wave of the hand and walked briskly up the hill to the shining castle, reflecting the red evening sky.

"Next time, remind me to make sure we're really alone before we start making out." Talbott, who was even red behind the ears, growled next to you. His agitated attitude amused you and you felt like teasing him, but instead you just intertwined your fingers between his. As your hand slipped under his, his tense shoulders sagged and his hurried gait slowed.

"It still wasn't as bad as the night McGonagall caught us." You reminded him and shuddered at the memory. You weren't able to look her in the eye for weeks afterwards, not to mention Snape's hatred directed at you when he found out how many points your little date night had cost you.

"Ugh, so when I finally forgot about it, you just have to go and remind me again, don't you? I didn't dare to sit next to you for the rest of the year..." Your boyfriend groaned at your side, and when a gust of cold wind picked up, you snuggled closer to his warm body. Your heart, like his, leapt when he let go of your hand and wrapped his arm around your waist instead. "The next day we were the centre of all the gossip." He mumbled, his lips forming into a cute pout.

Until then, your romance was mostly known only to your close friends, but after you were caught in the hallway by the esteemed professor, you were the talk of the town, and not just during the meals in the Great Hall. The fact that neither of you denied it encouraged the omnipresent to concoct scenarios of what you might have done together in the shadows of the night.

"But I was happy to officially call you my boyfriend every time someone asked me about you." You told him and watched his reaction out of the corner of your eye. Surprise quickly gave way to disbelief until even that was replaced by a beatific smile. The fact that you wanted to show him off made him incredibly happy and proud. He was the one who could call you his, not anybody else. And you wanted to be his as much as you wanted him to be yours. "Me too." Noted Talbott and these two simple words made you feel like a little teenager falling head over heels in love once again.

"When'll I see you again?" You ask as you walk through the gate knowing that your time together is coming to an end. You already miss him.

"Are you free tomorrow?" Finding a date when you both have time together is challenging. It seems like fate is against you every time you try to meet. You had a feeling it wouldn't be any different now, as you shook your head sadly at his question.

"I promised to help Barnaby and Liz look after Nifflers during lunch break and I still have detention with Pitts in the kitchen after dinner." Unconsciously, you squeezed Talbott's hand tighter as you tried to figure out the day when you'd at least have a moment to spare. "But I have Quidditch practice on Friday around six and then I'm off. Would you like to come see me and do some flying afterwards?" You came up with an alternative time immediately.

“I'm not sure why you think I, of all people, am the one who can fly, but...” Talbott said with a serious face, and you couldn't help laughing out loud. You always get a laugh out of his jokes addressed to his eagle form, especially when he refers to them as the most serious thing in the world. As you saw Talbott's nod of approval, you couldn't wait for Friday. Wishing you sweet dreams, he said goodbye with one last kiss. Just two days and you'll see each other again.

The next morning you saw each other only briefly at breakfast when you waved to each other and both went to your separate classes that day. On Thursday, your schedule was the most different - you could at least be grateful for the time together in the Great Hall where the whole school meets for a meal. But besides that, you hadn't saw the other one the whole day, and you still had a detention to go to you'd got at the end of last year. At least you had your new partner there to make the long hours over a bowl of bread dough enjoyable.

"Hey Jae! Up to no good again?" You jokingly greeted your friend, looking at his hunched back over his diary where he wrote down all his upcoming orders.

"Welcome to our worst nightmare! I was almost afraid you were gonna leave me alone tonight." He looked up at you and gave you one of his half smiles that clearly indicated, he was once again planning something nefarious.

"Only almost?" You yelled over your shoulder at him while you washed your hands in one of the sinks. A light laugh was his answer, as was an amused glint in his dark eyes as he talked to you provocatively: "Offended much?"

You reached for one of several aprons hanging on the wall and made your way back to the long table the Asian boy was leaning against, his arms folded across his chest. "Not quite what you were hoping for." You reply and watch his exaggerated gesticulation with a smile as he places his palm over his heart in disbelief.

"Less laughter and more dough kneading!" Pitts shouted at you, fed up with your positive mood. Before he could pull out his chef's cooking spoon on you, you both got down to business and expertly began working on your task.

"You got some new business?" You nodded your head towards his notebook safely hidden in his back pocket. His voice was as quiet as yours, after all, you don't want to attract unwanted attention.

"Yeah, and pretty big!" His enthusiasm just oozed out of him and it was immediately clear to you that it had something to do with visiting Knockturn Alley. With a silent raise of your eyebrows, you prompted him to speak. "There's a student in our class who's desperately in love. Looks like the girl doesn't want him, but he just doesn't care. Phuhahaha! He's ordered a month's supply and looks like he's going to become a regular customer." He laughed and started muttering something about how he had to deliver the first batch this Friday afternoon and that he had to get out of the castle as soon as possible to pick up his order.

You disagreed with the love potion delivery - you remembered too well how you persuaded Ismelda not to use the potion on your mutual friend, and you just hoped that this time you would be able to prevent it as well. But Jae guarded his client's name like a hawk and refused to tell you. Although you were his friend and partner in several of his jokes, he was aware of your responsibility as prefect and had no doubt that you would prevent his new business. He couldn't afford that happening.

You crawled to your room late at night, determined to find out as soon as possible who was willing to go to such lengths to force someone into false love. First thing in the morning you're gonna meet Penny and ask her for help. You didn't know of anyone better than your blonde friend, who can keep tabs on all matters circulating around the castle.

Talbott woke up to a raining morning. It looked like it was going to be cold and wet all day today, yet he knew your team wouldn't cancel their practice. Just like the previous year, you made it to the finals with your hard work and great teamwork. You have worked harder than ever before - after all defending the title for the third time in a row won't be easy.

Talbott took his Ravenclaw sweater out of the closet and pulled it over his shirt. As he smoothed his robes his eyes fell on his spare, warmer sweater and without further thought he grabbed it and neatly folded it into his bag. 'She's often cold...' He thought as your self came to his mind and with a satisfied smile went to breakfast.

Exceptionally, he saw you before he heard you, which was unusual. He could recognize your boisterous laughter from across the hall and was always pleased to know that you were in a good mood every morning. Today, however, he saw you bent over next to your fair-haired friend with a thoughtful look on your face while you listened to Penny whispers. Not wanting to disturb you, he sat down at the very end of the table, as he used to do before you began to eat breakfast and dinner together. He missed you, but he didn't dare come between you and Penny.

Now that he was sitting alone again after a long time, he realized how much joy you brought into his world. The loud conversation, laughter and clinking of cutlery on plates turned into a uniform background noise. He knew it was impossible, but it seemed to him that even the ubiquitous colours had lost their saturation, as if they had faded slightly...

Talbott lost his appetite when he realized how dependent he actually is on you. Without you by his side, he had nothing to live for. Was his existence before you always so pointless and boring?

"Hey, love" the sing-song voice and the gentle embrace of arms around his shoulders broke him out of his reverie. Talbott smiled as his body leaned more into your embrace. "What are you thinking about again, huh? You should take a break from your brain once in a while." You joked and kissed him gently on the cheek. The gentle gesture of your affection to him shook his inhibitions so much that he pulled you to his face and quickly pressed his lips to yours.

"Just thinking about how much I need you in my life." He confessed, watching as your face brightened to happily incredulous. He could have sworn he even saw you happily hopping on the spot from one foot to the other a few times. If only he knew how much you were fangirling over him at that moment... Let's just say you were glad you didn't squeeled aloud.

"Thank you. I feel the same way, but... You should still take a break once in a while!" You brought the direction of your conversation back to it's original rail and sat down next to your boyfriend, who was feeling particularly determined today - so much so that he wraped his arm around your waist. You took advantage of the offered bite and scooped up the entire plate as you hugged him back and pressed your head over his chest. You were pleased when he didn't protest and instead rested his chin gently on top your head.

"You are one to talk. Couldn't you at least take a day off from solving all the problems and mysteries that arise in Hogwarts?" He snorted, brushing his hand over your arm in slow strokes.

"If I'm not the one saving Hogwarts, than who is?" You utter almost without interest and reach for his unfinished toast and take a bite. "Besides, it's nothing serious, just the possibility of fooling some girl with a love potion." You say and watch Talbott slowly nod his head while he bites into the toast in your hand. He's suddenly very hungry.

He sure as hell didn't want to get involved in any of your dangerous adventures. Rather on the contrary, he wished you would stop doing this heroic thing of yours, so he wouldn't have to worry about losing you every day. Yet he understood your motives for seeking another vault. If he himself had even the slightest hope of saving his parents, he would have rushed after it without hesitation. The love potion certainly wasn't as bad as your fight with a werewolf.

After breakfast, you said goodbye again, each heading to your classes. He knew he'd see you again in transfiguration class, and later he'd come to watch you train. Still, he couldn't help checking the clock every few minutes to see when it would finally be lunchtime.

His first lesson was DADA, which he definitely enjoyed more last year, when you had it together and he could secretly admire your talent for spells. He enjoyed sitting by your side and liked the warmth radiating from where your elbows or thighs touched, but to be able to watch you from the back pew as you demonstrated to the class how best to fight a ghoul? You looked hot. And he got to call you his.

Professor Green began her lesson. He already knew the spell she was teaching in today's lecture, so he could afford to let his mind wander to you and pay partial attention to the explanation of the origin and history of the defensive spell.

When the time for the demonstration came, his eyes watched professor's every move with atentive eyes. What snapped him out of his enchantment were the two voices of the boys in front of him.

"Ain't she hot?" A low snicker fell from his friend's lips.

"I bet she is an easy one. She craves attention so much she'll stretch for anyone." Another wave of laughter rose accompanied by a series of vulgar hand gestures. Talbott felt his stomach twist into a knot of disgust. How dare they talk like this about someone? Talbott tried not to pay attention to their pathetic conversation, but their sonorous voices pierced his ears like a needle through a vein.

"Maybe. But I won't leave anything to chance." Said the first boy, dressed in bright green, with a disgusting smile plastered across his ugly mug.

"What'da ya mean by that?" The other asked curiously, and though Talbott partly did not want to hear the answer, he found himself straining his hearing in order to not miss a single word. Although he is not the confrontational type and prefers to solve problems verbally rather than with his fists or a duel, he still vividly recalling his conversation with you during breakfeast about some guy with love potion. Even if he couldn't prevent the Slythering boy from coming to the girl and stopping him, he can still hear the plan and either keep a close eye on him or warn you he's Jae's new client.

"I insured it." The answer came, and he pulled an unmarked vial of potion from his robe pocket. Talbott's mind spun into overdrive as soon as his eyes caught sight of the black vial. He must be the one who bought the love potion. The chances that among the 600 students are more guys who wanted to deliver a love potion on this day are minimal, but possible. The chances that he's the one you're looking for are less than 1%. The chances that he's the one you're looking for are less than 1%.

He didn't have to wait too long. Transfiguration class came sooner than he'd hoped, and as soon as he saw you talking to Andre outside the classroom, he immediately headed over to you. "Hey," you waved at him, but before you could say anything else, he grabbed your arm. "I think I know who the guy with the love potion is." He blurted out quickly, answering your question about who is it, before you could finish asking. "Some Slythering guy in our year. Don't know his name, but he has dark brown hair and eyes. Big beauty mark on his left cheek." You nodded and thought deeply. There are a lot of brown-haired boys in Slytherin, but only two in your year. The beauty mark will be your best shot at deciding which one is it.

"Thank you, this will help us a lot. I'll tell the others what you found out and we'll try to find him during the breaks and convince him not to do it." You smiled at him, and a sense of pride came over Talbott. He was glad he could help you a little.

"Did they happen to mention the girl's name?" You asked curiously, knowing how valuable this information was. It would be easy to warn her, and even easier to have one from your group watch over her at all times. The dismissive shake of his head was a disappointing but not devastating.

"Never mind. We're gonna have to focus on finding the guy first. Shouldn't be too hard." You assume, and with newfound vigor, you head to class together. How hard can it be to find one student when you know what house he is from, plus you know his general description? Apparently much harder than you originally thought.

He was nowhere to be found. The search party was joined by others besides Penny, with Barnaby and Liz guarding the Slytherin dorm while the others searched every nook and cranny. At lunch, Talbott thought he spotted him, but he was easily lost in the crowd of other students. During the break between classes you always tried to search as many rooms as possible, but there wasn't much spare time.

Rowan and Ben were in the library while Tulip kept watch in the Courtyard. Chiara, Andre and Badeea were each in one of the clubs, while the others were running around the castle from one classroom to another. You knew about every hiding place in the castle and searched them all - without success. Eventually you got to the point where you couldn't continue your search with the others - you had to go to your practise. Skye and Orion won't let you sneak out of training just before the finals.

You were just coming down the spiral staircase in your Quidditch outfit when you caught Penny and Talbott walking towards you. “We thought we'd go somewhere not too crowded so Talbott could change and get a bird's eye view of the school grounds.” Penny told you their new plan. “Sounds like a good idea to me.” You nodded your head in agreement. It wasn’t a bad idea at all, Talbott can cover a large area in a relatively short period of time while he’s in his animagus form.

“Don't worry if you don't find him today. Maybe he doesn't even want to give her the potion today, and we've all wasted a whole day looking for him for nothing.” You told your boyfriend since you knew what a perfectionist he secretly is and that even though he doesn't show it, he really wants to help you in your search. He smiled appreciatively at you: “I know, I know. You don't have to comfort me yet.” He joked.

“Well, we should get going, just like you.” The blonde inserted herself into your little exchange, and before she left, she made sure to wish you good luck, along with an apology for not being able to come see you today. She started up the stairs, but Talbott did not immediately follow. “I'll make about two rounds and if I can't find him, I'll fly out to see you like I originally promised.” He walked over to you and tucked one naughty strand that had escaped from your ponytail behind your ear. His voice was much quieter than usual. “He doesn't have to ruin our date, does he?”

“No, he really doesn't have to.” You nodded and kissed him lightly on the lips. “Looking forward to seeing you.” You winked at him with a playful smile and skipped down the rest of the staircase. Talbott watched your hair bounce with each step and only when he lost sight of you did he follow his friend.

Although he didn't imagine today to be a hectic day, he was glad for the chance to stretch his wings and fly. It always cleared his mind beautifully. He couldn't relax that much with anything else, unless you included falling asleep in your arms. He turned his wings to catch the current of the wind and let it drift freely, while his keen eyes searched for the brown-haired boy.

Halfway through his second loop around the castle, he noticed Jae waving his arms frantically to catch his attention. Talbott descended into the shadow of the stone wall where he transformed back. As soon as his boots touched solid ground he came out to meet the boy in the yellow sweatshirt who was already running in his direction.

“Where’s Y/N?” He blurted out before Talbott could say anything. “She’s on the pitch, they have a practice today.” He didn't understand what good this information would do him, but he still gave the location of your current whereabouts without hesitation.

“Crap... That’s not good. Not good at all...” Jae started mumbling to himself, completely ignoring the Ravenclaw student in front of him. “What’s wrong mate?” Talbott's question seemed to snap the Asian out of his rant. He grabbed Talbott's shoulders and squeezed them tightly: “If I'd known sooner, I swear I wouldn't have given him the potion! I didn't know it was Y/N! You have to believe me, ‘kay? I would never-”

“What about Y/N? What’s wrong with her!? You aren’t making any sense!” An irritated Talbott jumped in. He wanted to know immediately what was going on with you, but Jae was babbling about unimportant things instead. “Cut to the point!”

“Philip wants to give that love potion to Y/N!”

Doupt.

Betrayal.

Resentment.

Bitterness.

Fear.

Talbott’s mind became preoccupied with intense emotions and hostility towards that Phil or whatever his name is. He was in a jealous rage. You were his girlfriend and the whole school knew that and yet he dared to take you away from him by pushing himself onto you with creating fake, illusionary feelings?

No way in hell.

There’s no way in hell he’ll let that happen.

The stiff body started to move on its own. The walk was replaced by a fast stride, which was transformed into a run within a few seconds. Talbott has never had a reason to run in his life. Jae shouted at him from behind his back where he was going and what had gone into him, but Talbott's brain registered only a high-pitched squeak. Nothing was more important to him than getting to you in time to stop you from drinking that stupid potion.

His feet carried him halfway when he saw you slowly sliding down to the ground, where a black and green blur waved at you. His labored breathing turned to wheezing as he picked up speed. He called your name again and again, but distance silenced his desperate cries. His side stabbingly stung when you landed on the ground a few feet away from Philip.

He won't make it.

An icy drop of terror flooded his body as he watched you accept the offered drinking bottle with mistrust in your eyes. His neck tightened into a narrow slit as your mouth approached the neck of the bottle. He must have spilled the potion in there. There was no springly water but a disgusting love potion!

Your mouth widened in a blissful smile as you said something to Philip, the bottle ever near, ever present in your hand. It felt like everzthing around him stopped and gone silent. Talbott almost stopped at that moment. Almost. But he was too close for that. You were almost within arm's reach...

He was aware of his rude behaviour when he flew between you like an unguided missile and knocked the bottle out of your hand in one fell swoop. The contents of the bottle remained untouched and before he could think about it his impulse made him grab the bottle, open it and spill the last drop on the ground. He watched with smug pleasure as the liquid seeped into the ground.

“The fuck you think you’re doing?” A scratchy voice shouted at him. Talbott was frazzled enough as it was, and his words were the last straw for him. He rose briskly to his feet and pointed his wand at the center of his chest. A simple wave and a word threw Philip back a few feet, his ass hitting the ground hard with a cry of pain.

“Don’t touch my girlfriend asshole.” It was the first time you saw Talbott pissed off, really pissed off. It was also the first time you've seen him pull a wand on someone and use a curse word. It was, to say the least... Remarkable. And even though it wasn't welcome in this situation, you couldn't resist the feeling of happiness that spread through you like a disease. You really liked how protective he was of you.

The sudden commotion drew attention of your teammates and it wasn't long before they formed a circle around you. “What’s happening here?” Orion asked as his searching gaze swept over the three people in front of him - two on their feet while one was sprawled on the ground.

“He wanted to give her a love potion.” Talbott growled through gritted teeth, never taking his eyes off his enemy.

“That seems to me to be quite a serious accusation that should not be made without solid reasons which will prove its truth.” Orion said in a serious tone, his hands clasped behind his back. “He’s lying!” In a desperate attempt to save himself, the accused caught hold of a thrown safety rope. Now that there wasn't a shred of evidence left, they had nothing on him. Once he realized this fact, he clumsily scrambled to his feet with a newfound confidence.

“But we have, though.“ You put yourself in and stood by the side of your love. A disbelieving "what" fell from the boy's lips. You smiled at his sudden change in demeanor - he was looking at you like a mouse caught in a trap. “Don't you know I'm friends with Jae?“ You started listing your evidence, starting with the most obvious one.

“That doesn’t prove anything!” He snapped back at you, but it didn't escape your eyes as he clenched his hands into fists to stop the shaking.

“No, it doesn not.” You agreed with him. Until Jae's here and points the finger himself, it's just word against word. “But running your mouth in the middle of class, talking about how you're going to give me a love potion is, don't you think? Revealing your plan before it was implemented is not recommended.” You put another nail in the coffin. You hammered another nail in the coffin, ready at any moment to use disarming spells on Philip, whose face had turned red with rage. To the astonishment of everyone else, however, it was the young man standing on your left who could not keep his anger in check.

Talbott sent a series of curses in Philip's direction, accompanied by resonating memories of a conversation that directly involved you. No one will call you a bawd in his presence. Not without consequences. “I was sitting right behind you and your little friend when you were bad-mouthing my girlfriend.” Talbott huffed through his clenched jaw, his knuckles whitening as he gripped his wand tightly.

“That still doesn't prove anything...!” Philip defended himself while protecting his face with his hands. At that moment, you felt like you were the perpetrator and not him. Not wanting to subject him to something like that, even if he deserved it, so you lowered Talbott's rised hand. You spoke the next words in a quieter, calmer voice. “Didn't I tell you I smell fresh straw and cool wind when you gave me the bottle?” A positive nod was accompanied by a confused arching of the eyebrows. You couldn't help smiling as you began to vividly recall the scent that had become your favourite. “Even if I didn't know beforehand that someone was here to slip me Amortentia, I would have known immediately by the smell. It's his scent.” You looked behind you to where Talbott stood as you spoke your last words. Those were meant for him.

“I'm sure I don't have to explain what that means, do I?” You looked back at Philip, who quickly mumbled a hissing no and almost ran back to the castle without another word. You felt that you wouldn't have to deal with this matter any longer.

“He could have at least apologized.” Talbott muttered, still irritated, but you could see your smart, patient man in him again.

“I have everything I need with me.” You squeezed Talbott's warm palm in yours. “I can do without his apology.” The love in your eyes smiled at him like warm rays of sunshine, and Talbott couldn't resist the temptation to steal one of your sweet kisses.

“That's enough with the flirting, right? We've still got practice to do!” Skye shouted at you, always relentless when it came to Quidditch. It was with great difficulty that you pulled away from the soft lips still pressed against yours. “Looks like I have to go.” You said, even though you knew Talbott had much better hearing than you and the comment thrown to the wind didn't escape him.

“I'll wait for you in the auditorium. Go score as many goals as you can.” He shooed you away with another promise he whispered in his head. Tonight is the perfect night for him to tell you he loves you.

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Fleeting Touches

I’m happy to annouce that this is a request from C / Jasmine UwU on Archieve of our own for my story Detention.

omfg. I need a part 2 for their free time. Please, take your time I really love this ToT

So here it is! This story is a sequel to Detention. It’s a

very

detailed

smut

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but I still tried to make it soft since it's their first time. So if reading about s*x is something you don't like (or reading about hard s*x is for you), than this story isn’t for you😂 feel free to skip this story. I’m sure we’ll see each other at a different time with a different story. ^^

You have been warned!

As always, the picture used below is my doing.

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And just so you know - this is my first smut so I felt incredibly shy and weird while writing this.

After you came out of the unsuccessful - or, on the contrary, very fruitful - detention, silence reigned between you and Talbott. You were too embarrassed to look at your boyfriend with whom you have been for three years and you could tell he was as well.

While you have become more explicit with each other during this year you have never come so close to... Well... This was the first time you experienced anything like passionate foreplay. You could still feel the wetness in your panties and your heart was pounding with thrill.

You already knew Talbott too well to know that if you didn't talk about it now, you probably wouldn't get to it again. And if so, it would be even more complicated.

“Um, Talbott? Do you have a minute to talk about all of this? About what just happened?” Your voice was steady and you were very glad for it. You didn't want to transfer any of your nervousness to Talbott for fear that he would shut down on you.

He stopped dead in his track but slowly inclined his head in a yes. “Although, could we go to some more private place? Please.” You heard the muffled raspiness in his tone that appeared every time he doubted your relationship.

"Of course." You agreed for now and swallowed your next words. There will be time for those later. "Where would you like to go?"

“My room, perhaps? The Ravenclaw tower is for most parts vacant during this hour.” You saw no reason to disagree, so you set off on your journey in silence. Talbott led the way even though you knew exactly where to go, nevertheless, you followed him wordlessly.

Talbott was the first to speak in a long time when he realized you wouldn't be alone in his room: “Hey Andre. Could you give us a minute to talk?” The style wizard looked up from his fashion magazine and looked from Talbott's flushed face to yours. A smug, knowing grin appeared on his face while he stood up and placed one of his hands on Talbott’s and yours shoulder.

“Clearly. I was just thinking it was time for a little quidditch training. I estimate I'll be back in about an hour and a half.” You knew it was a lie - he never went for practice this late. He gives you a wink as he walks through the door and gives Talbott a thumbs up with a quiet "Good luck!"

“Thanks, mate.” Your boyfriend answers and once Andre is gone, he leads you to his bed where you both sit down. Suddenly, the heavy atmosphere lingering overhead was filled with awkwardness. “Uh, so...” You begin, but immediately close your mouth again because you are not sure how to continue.

“So..?” The young man next to you imitates you and you understand that he is waiting for your reaction. “Umm,” you start again but this time you take a quick breath to keep going. “That was really embarrassing huh?“ You internally facepalm yourself. Way to start a conversation about possibly making love...

Talbott's almost furrowed brows in confusion at the sudden turn of the conversation reinforces the idea that this was not a good start.

“That's not what I originally wanted to say,” you admitted, wrapping one of your arms around your torso to try calm yourself down. He can see how uneasy you are and in attempt to calm you down a little, he gently pets your head just like he did many times before. Every time he does it, you are reminded of how much he actually cares for you and a happy smile appears on your face. You adore it when he is affectionate like this, you feel loved and safe. Even before you realise it, you are leaning into his touch and you miss how his troubled look evaporated into pleased.

“I liked it you know,” you confess in a whisper and squeeze his warm hand in yours. You can feel him stiffen in shock. “You did?” He asks in disbelief, and it freezes you how much he doubts himself.

“More than you know. I... I wanted to try something like this with you for a long time, but I wasn't sure if you wanted it too...“

“Uh,” he says, because he knows that you’ve said something but his mind is all scrambled, as his wild imagination began to surface all his dreams of you in perverted positions, and he can’t figure out what it was. “Um, what?”

“I said,” you repeat slowly, “I want to do it. With you.” His mind goes on overload as your words sink in. Did you really just said that or is his mind playing tricks on him? He can't even count how many times he's thought about this and woken up with a hard problem in his underpants.

“Why didn't you say anything before?” Is his only thought that stops him from realizing all his wild desires.

“I thought you didn't want to do something like that with me, because I thought I’m not appealing enough to you.” He watched as you seemingly defleated into yourself refusing to look at him. Did he really made you doubt yourself so much through his actions? Talbott never thought of himself as brave, but... He wants to be brave and show you how much you’re messing with not only his head.

“You can't even imagine how badly you are driving me crazy. How much I want to touch you and feel you. Do you know how much I think about doing it with you and how hard is it for me to hold back? Andre has been teasing me for not taking action for months.” It takes you a while to comprehend his words and once you do, not only that your heart leaps in happinness, but you finally realize what was hidden behind Andre's gesture. You shift in your position so you could be directly opposite Talbott.

He hears you exhale softly and then you reach for him, your fingers settling loosely around his neck, your fingers playing with the ends of his hair. “Do you mean it?”

“Yes.” He answers and to show you how sure he is, he pulls you by the back of your head into a passionate kiss. He kisses you hungrily, roughly and for a single moment you are stunned into stillness - but then you are melting into him, your fingers tangling in his hair.

You gently pressed into the center of his chest with your palm and then pushed until he understood and leaned back until his back hit the soft mattress beneath him. You can feel his raged heartbeat in your fingerstips. You bit your bottom lip, looking down at him for a moment as he gazed up at you with foggy eyes, happy in disbelief that this is actually happening.

“A bit too excited, aren't you?” With a playful edge in your voice, you straddle across his hips and sat at his bulge. He was absolutely frozen beneath you for a moment before his arms looped around you.

“I’ve been waiting a long time for this. Don't pretend you haven't.” You raise your eyebrows, looking delighted at the provocation. You lean towards him and start to caress his neck with your teeth. In an attempt to make more space for you, he wiggles, accidentally brushing his member against yours clothed knob.

As he feels your breath on his neck, you make a soft little sound and his whole body shivers in response.

His body seems to have been steadily breaking down since the moment you told him you wanted him just like he wants you. He wraps his hands around your bottom and presses you against his pelvis and with a gentle push he indicates you to start moving the same way as last time.

You chuckle against his parted lips. “I think I love this kinky side of you as much as your shy side.” You’re speaking again, but he can hardly hear it over the ringing in his ears. All he can focus on is your clothed pussy rocking against his hard dick.

You look up at him through your lashes and you shifted even closer, your mouth hovering over his lips. He can feel your breath on his skin and your eyes are hard and full of fire. His own desire is reflected in your gaze and he wants to ride on the feeling that he is to blame for this state of yours. He wants you to look at him the way you do now for the rest of your lives: like he's all you ever need. He is done with all the teasing and light touches. Tonight, you'll be his.

You kiss him again and he deepened your connection immediately, kissing you like he was starving for your touch, for the feeling of you against him. He shivered when you giggle, capturing his bottom lip in your teeth and squeezing teasingly.

He flips you over, hovering above you like a predator, his eyes roaming all over your body. A quiet sigh escapes you when you see him like this.

He is sexy as hell.

All you want right now is to feel him inside you, his cock filling you like nothing else matter. Your panties got embarrassingly wet at the thought of his body clinging to yours in accelerating pace of his penis hitting your core.

“I’m done with the teasing, princess.” His words sounded like a growl and you tensed up under him in anticipation. Talbott’s hands drop to your shirt and deftly unbuttons all the buttons. His touch is feather like and you crave more. “You don't have to be so careful.” You tell him and in reassurance you began to undress him yourself. You had no idea where such lust came from in you.

You slide your hand down, feeling his toned abs and start undoing his belt. Talbott breaks your kiss just to latch his teeth onto your neck and you moan when he finds your sweet spot. He smirks to himself and he started paying even more attention to your neck as his hands greedily explored your exposed body.

You finally get his belt off, unzipping his pants and tugging down his boxers. His cock springs out, hard and wet at his tip and your brain stops working. He is way larger than you imagined and you couldn't process how he could push all his length inside you.

“What's wrong?” You hear Talbott mutter and only now you realize that you had to stare at him for a long time without a single movement. “Nothing but... You're huge.” You confess and wrap your hand around his root - your fingers touch each other only at the tips of your fingertips.

Talbott laughs lightly. When he felt you stiffen under him, he was afraid that he had messed something up, or that you didn't like what you saw. He was glad that it was the exact opposite. “Do you want to touch him?”

“Yes.”

Without hesitation, you make him change position and you sit between his spread legs. You wrap your palm around his tip and pull the foreskin down. Talbott lets out a long moan and encouraged by his reaction, you repeat your previous move again. “Like this?” You ask him and do it again and again.

“You can - you can hold him tighter. And go faster.” He answers through ragged breaths and you immediately do what he asked you to. His response is immediate and loud.

You collected saliva in your mouth, bringing your head to his pulsing erection. You quickly look up at him to see if he is on board and when you see the unspoken plea in his gaze, you take as much of him as you can into your mouth.

You feel one of his hands slide into your hair - he doesn’t pull nor set the pace. You bob your head back and forth and you can feel your gag reflex when his tip come across your throat. You don't like it and you feel like you are suffocating, but the sight of Talbott is worth it - his head is tiped back against the pillow, his pupils glazed over with pleasure as his chest rose and fell intermittently while one moan after another slipped from his parted lips.

“W-wait...” He breathes out, his hand stopping you midway. “Why? You don’t like it?” You ask, confusion circling in your brain in loops. You thought he was enjoying himself...

“No! That’s not it. It feels so good I think I’m loosing myself... I feel like I'll cum any second.” And it was true. He felt like a million fireworks were set off in one place and he’s teetering at the edge of a very long fall.

“Then let me continue-”

“No. I want us to climax together for the first time...” Talbott admits in a low whisper, his shy self coming back. Suddenly he is heavily blushing and avoiding your eyes. You can't help but smile at him, knowing you would do anything to make him pleased.

And just as you want to please him, he wants to help you feel that delicious ecstasy. You fight the urge to cover yourself when he eyes your dripping pussy, and he settles his palms on your thights, spreading them even more.

“You look absolutely gorgeous honey... Even better than I imagined.” Talbott murmurs, dragging his nails against the inside of your legs and you shiver. Your name falls from his lips lovingly, his gaze dragging up your form and your heaving chest to lock eyes with you.

“I love you.”

That one phrase was uttered for the first time and your heart happily danced in your chest as you pulled his lips to yours. “I love you too, Talbott.”

As you were sharing a slow kiss which perfectly portrayed your love for each other, Talbott's hand slowly run his index finger along your slit until he found your swollen nub. Pressing on it, he traced circles, causing you to gasp out his name. He loved seeing you like this - after all the wet dreams of you he finally could have you, could fulfill all his desires about how many different ways to make love to you. To make you feel so good, that you would be whining for more.

You flinch when his tongue glides over your clit, while he inserts one of his fingers inside you. It feels so good you couldn't keep still, rocking your hips against his head while moaning loudly. Your body trembles in pleasure when he adds second finger, curling them both up to hit your sensitive spot making you gasps in sweet relief.

“You are so beautiful my love,” he scissors his fingers inside you the best he can, taking notes of your every reaction so that he could make you feel even better the next time you'll allow him to touch you.

He is fingering you while adding another finger when his tongue finds the motion that gets you of to a different universe. It's at that time, when you feel a building pressure around the place of your urethra, you stop him.

He slowly pulled his fingers out of you, a pride filling his chest when he saw your disheveled state.

“You can go in...” You manage to get out of you through your rapid breaths. You feel like you just finished a marathon.

“Are you sure?” He asks you to make sure you are really okay with proceeding further, and when you nod tiredly, he licks all your liquid off his fingers and reaches for his wand, noticing how good you taste. With a quick spell he summons a condom and you watch him fight with the thin protection while he tries to put it on. You can't help yourself but think how cute he is when he is clumsy.

He positions himself between you and this time, you open your legs for him. He guides the tip of his cock to your opening and pushes gently. It wasn't terrible at first, but with each extra millimeter it started to hurt more and more. Talbott always gave you as much time as you needed and only when you nodded did he push in a little deeper. Fortunately, after a few gentle and slow thrusts you started to get used to his size and the pain soon gave way to pleasure.

You could feel him twitching inside you in time to your moans and that made you more turned on then you imagined you could possibly be. Yours heavy moans mixed with the squishy sounds of his balls hitting your asscheek, filled the air with perverted atmosphere. You clench, needy for more friction and when he groans in appreciation you feel more horny than before. Hearing his pleasurable moans gets you high much faster than just hearing your own.

You wiggle, whereby you adjust your position slightly, but that is still enough for Talbott to start hitting different spot, going much deeper and repeatedly aiming to that one place.

You arch your back in a rush of new pleasure and as Talbott quickens his pace you feel yourself falling over the edge of the cliff. As your sweet, sweet juice burst on him he felt enormously happy, your walls clenching around him helped him to ride together with you on a wave of delightful height.

There’s nothing holding him together anymore. The edges of him have blurred into you and yours into his. His whole world, his whole existence consists of your scent and your body against his and your words which are telling him that you love him.

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