a/n: sorry for the winter break delay, buuuut this is super long and some of you are about to be very happy w me (and some of you not so much hahah)! but believe me, there’s still so much im excited to write. <3
It lasted only for a second. Only one. But that second alone was enough to process a wall of various things. First, surprise. Surprise that he’d tried such a maneuver, yes, but also surprise at other things. Namely, how much warmer his lips were than she’d anticipated, for example. And another thing was his force. He’d gone into it with such a hunger, and such a desperation, that he’d entered the ordeal like every second he had on her lips was his last. It was almost like he knew what would come. Gasping into his lips, the girls’ eyes had fluttered open and shut with alarm as a set of long fingers streaked ravenously through the head Draco cradled to his mouth. His breath was short and faltered as he locked a kiss to the girl, his whole body dissolving into her like he’d die if he didn’t. And there was his other hand. It had come up to grab her hand in the air and pull it forward against him, and then pressed her wrist in a cage up against his chest. There, beneath their intertwined hands, she could feel Draco Malfoy’s heartbeat under his hard front. It was racing at lightning speed, she noticed. It was likely as fast as hers. Coming to her senses quickly, the girl’s eyes shot open, and she used her free hand to push her fingers against the blond’s chest. It was such a hard kiss that they both came off of it gasping, Draco’s huge icy eyes were overflowing with desire as a sharp breath detached from his flush lips. He didn’t look guilty in the slightest.
“What are you doing?!” the girl stammered, her eyes doubling in size as she fumbled back in horror.
His chest still heaving, Draco slurred quietly through a love-drunk mumble, “something I should have done long before tonight.”
She was momentarily at a loss for words.
Her jaw unlocking, the girl stammered and pushed the Slytherin from her frame, “what?! I–” she tried.
But she didn’t even know where to begin with that statement.
“I’m with Cedric, Draco,” she huffed at last, her brows knitting as she brought her hands to her hair with anguish. “I mean I’ve barely known you for a month and a half and now you’re saying these things and it’s just– you can’t I mean– y– you have NO right,” she tried.
But her words were coming hard to her.
“That’s not true,” the boy interjected, speaking to her mouth, “I know you.”
He paused, crystalline stare moving back to her eyes with intent.
“I have always known you,” he corrected.
Her hand still in his, the girl yanked her touch free from him with a pang of realization.
“You’re right,” she said stiffly. “You do. Or you did. And you spent five of those years tormenting my every move. But then our sixth year comes around and then you finally decide I’m worth seeing. And– only after I had to beg it of you.”
The Slytherin shook his head, a look of anguish growing in his eyes.
“And only now, now that I’ve finally realized what I want, now you decide to make me the object of your desire.”
Draco’s eyes narrowed with hurt as he retracted his long fingers back into the pockets of his suave black suit.
“Is this some kind of game to you?!” she hissed, growing angry now.
He shook his head, blond locks catching on his brow, “never.”
“Well, it must be!” she spat bitterly, her chest heaving, “or else why would you do this, and why now? Now that I finally have something good.”
He thought about this for a second, choosing what was about to be a layered response. His jaw clenched, his voice matter-of-fact when he replied. Staring at her through his loose light hairs, Draco sighed.
“Because you shouldn’t be with him,” he announced simply.
She felt her heart drop through her chest.
“What?” she mumbled, so softly he had to read her lips to catch it.
He stepped closer, his lids heavy, “you heard.”
Finding her soles glued to the cobblestone now, the girl blinked breathlessly up as he approached.
“And what do you think gives you the right to say that?” her voice came as a whisper.
He took another step. Once more, the scent of fresh mint and his dark cologne went through her, and she remembered coldly what her Amortentia had smelled of as it did. The tall boy towered over her as he arched his frame over hers, blinking longingly into her glossy stare. A long finger, sparkling where a silver ring decorated it, came to her cheek. The Slytherin brushed her flesh softly, making her shiver horribly and flinch at the touch.
“I want you,” he hummed softly, with a tilt of his head.
She swallowed, hard.
“So does he.”
Draco smiled one of his cruel smiles, a large dimple creasing at the corner of his pink lips as he chuckled with amusement. Drawing his hand back to his pocket, he stood straighter.
“Well, I wanted you first.”
She found herself shell-shocked for what seemed like the millionth time today. Arching her head to get a look into those blue eyes, the girl felt her throat go dry.
“You’re lying,” she tried weakly.
“No, you are,” he said, the words coming as a half growl. “I’ve wanted you since my eyes first came upon you.”
“You made my life a living hell,” she hissed in instant disbelief.
“And you, mine,” he retorted cooly, lowering his height so as to stare at her head-on. “I loathed the parts of myself that felt for you.”
Electricity was crackling through her blood now.
“Why?” she said through a short breath.
The blond shook his head.
“Because you fight back. Harder than anyone. You bite at my heels and spit at my nose. Your maddening stubbornness and infuriating passion has made you impossible to not see,” he explained softly, his eyes darting back and forth over hers.
She swallowed again, “and?”
Catching on, the boy tilted his head with a low hum.
“And when I became invisible,” he murmured, sucking in a breath, “you saw me yet.”
She felt her throat tighten, a wave of emotion crashing upon her. It took every ounce of strength she had to act unaffected by the words he spoke. Watching with intent, he opened his lips once more.
“I see you too, you know,” he whispered, his eyes softening. “I always have. Even before you opened your heart to me, truly. It’s why I know the stomp of your boots, the various glints in your eye, and the smell of the lavender scrub that I caught in Slughorn’s first lesson.”
She felt her heart give a slow lurch. He was exposing his truths faster than she could process them. Still, he went on.
“But then you did, and that–” he paused, faltering, “–what was a stifled hunger became a ravenous famishment.”
He bent in more closely, his nose so near to her visage that it almost touched her own. His eyes drooped, mournful as he stared down her lips.
“And we are more alike than you even know,” he murmured his closing statement.
For a moment they just sat in the silence. The girl breathed a rattling breath as she urged her eyes to fight their journey to Draco’s mouth. Her blood was so hot she could feel it against her skin. Her heart raced so fast that the sounds of the night went unheard of. Her words had to fight their way out of her parted lips.
“I–” she shook her head.
Draco urged the words he wished to come from her, but the look in his storm-blue gaze was doubtful.
“Draco…”
He could sense what was next, but there was a surefire way to know, he thought in defeat. Moving his hands back to her high cheeks, his palms engulfing her feminine face, Draco descended on her lips a second time. His lashes fluttered as he curled his fingers against her, gripping her with the passion of a thousand fires as his lips came to meet hers. But they’d barely touched, barely even grazed, before her own were gone.
Her head was turned against the set of cold rings on his fingers. Against them, he felt a harsh tear splatter down against his hand, the moisture sparkling pathetically in the moonlight as he kept his eyes closed, his forehead to the side of her face. Though gone from his mouth, the girl pressed her cheek harder against his forehead, her chest rattling as a massive sob came sharply through her chest – the meaning of which remained unknown to him as she moved her lips slowly against his palms, quivering in his hold.
“I can’t,” she cried, mumbling against his skin. “Draco, I can’t.”
Then he was gone. His touch was devoid of hers just as quickly as it had come.
“I know,” he said simply, his iris’ growing huge as he looked at her in defeat.
The girls’ eyes opened, her mouth bent into a downturned and trembling shape. She just tilted her head in confusion.
“I know,” he said again, sounding cool now. “That’s what makes you a liar, and not me.”
Sadness morphed quickly to anger.
“What?” she breathed in astonishment.
“Because I’m honest about the part of me that craves for something I shouldn’t have,” he said, standing up straight again. “And you’re not.”
Her mouth was frozen open.
“Because we both know what feels wrong and what is wrong,” he added. “But only one of us can admit that to ourselves.”
She managed the only thing she could.
“Go to Hell.”
She snatched herself away from his grip, stepping backward as she drew further with a quiet gasp. Turning her cheek to him, she just shook her head as she made to leave. Eventually, she gave up on adding anything else, her head down as she began to walk.
Draco was unmoving as he watched her go. The boy only smiled with a low chuckle.
“Alright. I’ll see you there.”
She kept going.
“But, if you want to see your father–”
Her footfalls stopped.
“Then you’ll be back.”
Silence.
The footfalls began again.
She was marching back towards the blond now.
“Give me your sleeve,” she demanded.
“What?” the boy recoiled with a laugh of surprise.
“Give me your wrist,” she snapped again, the cries silent now as she threw her hand forward. “Right now.”
Draco snapped his left arm back with realization, his icy eyes narrowing.
“Don’t,” he warned through a low hiss.
“Then show me yourself!” she barked, her despair and fury mingled as she practically yelled it. “Show me you aren’t what I think you are!”
His face was hard and raw, her words slicing his disposition deeply.
“No,” he growled, moving a hand out so as to fend her advances off.
The girl moved into him but had no luck. He was stronger than her and she knew it. With a sigh, he looked down upon her. Draco sucked his tongue through his teeth as he ‘tsk-ed’ her softly.
“No,” he uttered again, softly this time. “I’m not.”
…
“Cedric?”
He was there in the Common Room, much to the girl’s disbelief. The earth-shatteringly handsome Hufflepuff had pulled forward the small table before the fire and was sitting perched on its edge like it was an actual seat. His head had snapped aside the moment he heard her enter, his giant shadow spreading across the plant-speckled walls as he stood. He didn’t say anything.
“Ced?” she said again, approaching him slowly, and with an unbearably heavy heart.
He turned, and it was a tragic sight. His muscular jaw was set forward with the hard clench of his teeth, and his magnificent ocean eyes fought back tears as they sparkled in the firelight.
“I’m going to let you talk first,” he heaved through a struggled breath. “I’m going to let you share your side first, before I say anything. Okay?”
It was a simple enough request. But God, he was fighting back every demon in that stunning and strained stare. The girl noticed, feeling exhausted from the whole night and hanging on by a single and final thread as she nodded with a slow step forward. She padded over the thick faded carpet under her boots and stopped to meet her boyfriend in front of the fire. He sighed, so desperately wanting to touch her, but not allowing himself the permission.
“It started earlier this year,” she began nervously, shoving her hands into her pant pockets. “I had noticed Draco behaving strangely on the train, and I hadn’t thought much of it. But then– then Harry told me about this theory he had. About Draco. Well, he said he thought he was a death eater. And I shouldn’t have touched it, but I did. I gained his trust and his time because I needed to know if it was really true.”
Cedric blinked at his girl with a heavy sigh.
“But then–”
He swallowed, his nostrils flaring.
“–then I gave him my trust,” she said.
Cedric ran his tongue over his lips with a dart of his eyes to the side, “and?”
She sighed.
“And he became the unthinkable,” she decided. “My friend.”
Cedric’s eyes shifted back to her own.
“Your friend?” he asked.
“Yes, my friend,” she said confidently. “And so I couldn’t bear to betray him anymore because of it. I stopped trying to find out the truth about him because I no longer wanted the answer.”
The Hufflepuff shook his head, bitterly reciting the words she’d just heard back to her.
“Draco Malfoy doesn’t want to be your friend,” he dropped knowingly, hurt clear in his intonation.
“I know that now,” she tried, voice wavering. “If I’m being honest, then…” she struggled. “Well, I suspected it from that night when I drunkenly told him about you. About us. Because then he’d said something about how you were foolish for waiting, for not–”
She stopped. Cedric looked unnaturally pale. Shaking her head, the girl faltered.
“But nothing else happened after… that night…” she trailed off.
“After that night?” the boy uttered thoughtfully, sunshine hair falling over his tear-filled eyes.
She opened her mouth, “well he– and then tonight he– he kissed me.”
Cedric looked as if a ghost had passed through him.
“What?” his voice became strained.
“But it was only for a second, and by the time he tried to do it again I’d seen it coming–” she rambled hopelessly.
“Draco kissed you TWICE?” Cedric’s voice dropped dangerously, a dark anger residing upon his facial features.
The girl panicked. This did not look good.
She touched his chest, “y– n– no. No. He tried, but I stopped it both times, Ced.”
Her fingers splayed over his front, she could feel Cedric’s heartbeat running a million miles an hour beneath her touch. He opened his mouth wordlessly before closing it with a slow shake of his head. His huge ocean stare moved first to her hand, then to her mouth, and finally her eyes.
Mouth dry and eyes stinging, the girl whispered softly, “it didn’t mean anything.”
Cedric’s hurt gaze softened momentarily, and he tilted his head to the right with a flutter of his lashes.
“So then why is this the first that I’ve heard of any of it?” he said, for the second time that night.
The girl froze, her throat tightening as her fingers fell from the boy’s front. He stepped back away from her, turning his face towards the fire with a shaky exhale.
“Well?” he spoke to the flames when she didn’t reply.
“Ced–” she began.
He was staring at her again now, his jaw clenched as he struggled to maintain any sense of composure.
“I– I don’t know–” she stuttered with difficulty.
He nodded knowingly, sucking in a sharp breath with a forced smile of his quivering lips and an “okay.”
“No, but–” she grabbed the side of his muscular arm as he turned. “It doesn’t matter anymore, okay? Because I don’t want him. I knew it with certainty when he tried to kiss me tonight and– it was wrong and– I don’t want him, Cedric. Only you.”
Cedric blinked at her through the crystal sheen that enshrouded his eyes.
“I won’t see him anymore,” she pleaded, her words catching on the trip of her voice. “I promise. And I’ll never lie to you about him again.”
His eyes moved to her mouth once more, and then once again back to her gaze. He looked like he was fighting a losing war with himself.
“Do you trust me?” she asked, her voice shaking.
Cedric swallowed the lump in his throat, his nostrils flaring, “I do.”
She sighed, breath turbulent as she stepped closer towards him with a curl of her fingers into his bicep. He watched her with intent, his tongue coming to his cheek as he restrained himself.
“But I can’t–” he cut her off, shaking himself free of her hold.
“What?”
“I trust you,” he said. “I trust your story and your promises but–” he paused. “But it’s not as if it undoes everything. It’s not as if I can forget it, just like that. You know?”
She stared into his helpless eyes with a bow of her head.
“You’re right.”
Still, he stared.
“I just,” he sighed in defeat, “I need some time.”
Running a large hand through his gold-brown hair, the sun-kissed Hufflepuff made to leave, his feet dragging across the thick carpets and hard floors.
“He said my father is still alive.”
Cedric stopped dead in his tracks, his back still turned.
“Draco said my father is still alive.”
Slowly, he turned.
“What?” Cedric gaped with a shocked crease of his brow.
“I–” she stammered, folding her hands nervously together. “When I was leaving, after he– you know– well… he said I’d be back if I wanted to see my father.”
Cedric approached her, his eyes wide.
“What is that supposed to mean? Is he lying?” he pressed urgently.
She shook her head, “I don’t know anymore. I mean, maybe he’s not. Or–”
“Maybe it was a desperate sellout to keep you under his nose,” Cedric finished.
The girl nodded hesitantly. Then, she watched as Cedric’s face melted into an expression of contemplation.
“But your father,” he said slowly, “was a death eater.”
She didn’t move.
“Which would mean,” he swallowed, “that if Draco was telling the truth…” he trailed off with a shake of his head.
“Right,” she whispered.
“Well, is he?” Cedric stepped closer.
The girl clenched her teeth together, “I still don’t know for certain. He won’t let me see his arm, but he also expects me to believe he’s not. He says it’s his father who he heard it from.”
Cedric blinked, stepping back into the firelight.
“And what is it that you think?” he challenged with knowing.
Releasing the deathly grip of her jaw, the girl admitted her truth to Cedric.
“I don’t know about my father, but I do think he’s a Death Eater.”
He nodded slowly, his eyes softening.
“Well then I trust that too,” he said gently.
Within his reach now, she desperately wanted to seek comfort in him, but she couldn’t.
“And so,” he folded his hands into his pockets, “what are you going to do?”
She ran her tongue over her lips with a shrug, “nothing.”
Cedric tilted his head to the side with shock, “what?”
“I told you, Ced. I’m done. I can’t keep chasing these loose ends for a person like that. Not if it jeopardizes what I have with you,” she asserted confidently.
His mouth came open, “but this is your father we’re talking about!”
“Ced, drop it,” she urged.
“But what if it’s true?!” he exclaimed in disbelief.
“So what if it’s true?!” she retorted. “I’d be fighting for a man who stands for the darkest of evils rather than the one who–”
She paused.
Cedric was gazing at her with newfound surprise.
“Who what?” he prodded softly.
The shadows created by the fire’s thick red and gold flames shot smoothly over Cedric’s face. His hands were still tight in his pockets, like he was restraining them there, and his massive blue-green eyes sparkled beautifully. Awaiting her reply, the boy sucked a lip between his teeth with a little sigh of disbelief. Rocking his hips ever so slightly forward as he spoke to the girl’s mouth, his voice lowered.
“Who what?” he said again, dangerously low this time.
Swallowing the lump in her throat, the girl exhaled shakily, her back straightening.
“Who I love,” she said.
There was a moment where everything froze. Cedric didn’t move, nor did she. Aside from the flames, one would’ve thought they were a still moment in time. The boy wore this look of absolute stillness, his eyes dead-set to hers as he just stood there. Then, with that same curious and unreadable look on his face, he approached her. He was coming quickly, his hands drifting from his pockets and into the air as he grabbed the unmoving girl from either side of her face and yanked her forward into his mouth. For a moment she remained still, her lips barely moving as he detached quickly from her, his big eyes filled with emotion now.
Gasping with surprise against him, the girl managed a shaky “what?”
“Kiss me,” Cedric interrupted her with a desperate shake of his head.
“But–” she protested, feeling her stomach tighten at the way he was looking at her. “But you said–”
He didn’t even let her finish this time. His large hands were gripping her again as he lifted the shorter girl against his frame, her body melting into him as they connected once more. Still in shock, the girl’s hands just kind of floated awkwardly in front of her, not knowing where to go. The kiss was fast and short-lived, for he was soon drawing back again. It was so heated and intoxicating that she came off of it with a spinning head, her vision blurred and eyes almost crossing with mingled surprise and appreciation as she breathed against his opened lips. Slowly, she shifted her unsteady gaze to the Hufflepuff’s eyes once more. His chest was heaving lightly against hers, knocking her with each lift as he blinked down at her through a rapidly darkening gaze.
“Now I’m saying kiss me,” he uttered breathily, his lashes fluttering.
It’s not that she didn’t want to, because she did. Oh, she definitely did. It’s just that she wanted to know that it was right. That this was what he really wanted. And not something spurred in the moment only to be regretted later, she thought. Practically reading her mind, the bronzed boy shook his head, rubbing a finger against the curve of her cheekbones.
“Hey,” he uttered softly.
He pecked her lips just quickly enough to snap the girl out of her trance, the tip of his nose brushing to hers and sending a charge of electricity through her whole body and into her tummy. Slowly, she unhinged her jaw, her breath unsteady as she blinked at his storm-blue eyes. Whatever words she’d had were coming to her throat and getting trapped there, the will to speak being so overridden by her other ones that she managed only a quivering breath and helpless widening of her eyes. Any more like this, and she knew she’d be done for. Cedric, reading her again, moved one of his hands to her hanging ones. Slowly, he plucked up her hands in his, and brought them both gingerly in place to either side of his sculpted cheekbones. The girl just watched his eyes all the while, her feet cemented into the floors.
“Okay,” he decided softly, meeting her eyes again.
His lips quivered, his eyes darting between hers so quickly that she spun.
“Now,” he demanded very gently, “kiss me.”
This time it was her who was leaning forward, any sense of rationality gone from her as she stood on her tiptoes and fell into the boy’s lips. They were ever-warm and soft like clouds. Her hands slid from his cheeks and up to his ears as she curled her fingertips into his silky brown hair with a gasp that was stifled by the fast close of his lips over hers. He caught and swallowed her sound as he drew her further into him, their chests hard against each other as the kiss became quick and desperate. One of Cedric’s hands was on the back of her head now, and he was forcing the girl into him, harder. She gasped again, but it was unheard of as he pressed his mouth to hers and held his kiss to her for a long time this time, making her the subject to his passion for as long as they could hold their breaths. Then he’d detached again, only for a second, and their lips popped loudly as they split apart. There was only a moment of hesitation then, in which the girl stared foggily up at the boy and his heavily lidded eyes. There was something ravenous in his visage and she’d barely had the time to grasp that sense of him before he was hoisting her up. Yelping, the girl was pulled upwards, her legs folding around Cedric’s torso as his arms slinked under her thighs and against her back, where he hoisted her petite frame to the one that engulfed her. Kissing her again, the girl’s eyes fluttered closed on instinct. Her hands were drifting further through his locks now, both arms around his neck as she breathed in his warm and familiar scent. They grew tangled, the boy stumbling as he turned her and brought the girl’s back thumping into the side of the fireplace, where he pinned her and descended upon her swollen lips. The stone was hard to her back as he used its placement to his will. The kiss dragged from her mouth, to her chin, to her neck. Soon enough, he had latched his mouth to the flesh at her collarbone and was drawing all kinds of sounds out from her. Suddenly it all felt very real.
“Cedric,” she moaned breathily, closing one side of her fist against her teeth.
He pulled back. His hair was tousled and his lips were red. He looked giddy and insatiable.
“Yes?” he said through a low whisper.
“What–” she gasped, speaking through heavy breaths, “what are you doing?”
He breathed his answer through a touch of his forehead to hers.
“Something I should’ve done before,” he murmured, unblinking as his dark eyes fixated on her lips.
“But–” she tried, fighting against the knot in her stomach, “but what about what you’d said? About rushing things?”
He shook his head against hers, touching his nose to her and flickering his stare upwards.
“You were right about one thing, Y/N. I’ve waited long enough to get you,” he spoke breathily. “And no amount of waiting could make me want you any more than I need you now.”
She nearly fainted at his words, her throat closing as he spoke confidently now.
“I need you desperately,” he spoke softly, his fingers curling against her skin. “And–”
The girl felt her heart stop as he adjusted her so that his eyes were level with her own.
“And I love you too.”
Then they were kissing again. Somehow faster and harder. The girl’s stomach roared as she felt one of Cedric’s large hands grasp the underside of her thigh, a soft growl emanating from his lips as he fastened her to the wall and consumed her with ferocity. As soon as he’d met her neck again, she was moaning once more. The sound made her grow self-conscious as she splayed her fingers over her lips and tilted her skin away from him.
“What?” he demanded softly, his dark eyes perturbed at her motion. “What is it?”
“I–” she said, flustered. “I can’t be making too much noise.”
Her eyes moving up, she indicated at the students above with a tilt of her head. Cedric hummed thoughtfully with understanding as he procured his wand and uttered a sure ‘Muffliato.’ The magic resultingly enshrouded them in a space wherein no one outside of it would hear them, she realized. For good measure, he mustered up a decent invisibility shroud. Bringing her eyes back to his, the girl stared in silence at her boyfriend. A slow smile was spreading across his lips. It was devilish upon his rugged face.
“Now you can be as loud as you want,” he grinned, the words barely making it out as he dived back into her neck.
“Ced!” she exclaimed with mingled surprise and like, her legs tightening around him.
One of his hands slid back. He was fully grabbing her ass now as he ran circles across her collarbones and down towards her breasts with various speckles of kisses and sucks to her skin. She moaned, her breaths short as she curled into him, pressing the side of her cheek to his forehead as she trembled into his lips. When he reached her chest, his nose in the valley between her breasts, he dragged his eyes upwards and stared innocently up at her from beneath the tip of her nose. His hands brushed the edge of her knit black sweater in question.
“Can I?” he breathed through his pink lips.
Her chest was heaving, her hands shaking with nervousness as she gave the boy a little nod. He grinned, releasing her weight slowly as she came back down upon the balls of her feet before him, blinking up at him as she stood against his chest. Slowly, she felt his two large hands snake against her hips, clutch her top, and pull the fabric upward. She felt her throat tighten with nerves as it came over her head, her eyes shutting. When she opened them again, Cedric was staring at her with huge and unblinking eyes.
“What?” she prodded shyly.
He observed first her bright red cheeks and tousled hair, and next, her chest.
“You’re breathtaking,” he uttered, making her grow even more flush.
She had no idea how to reply.
“Thank you?” she tried.
“Come here, you,” he shook his head with a low chuckle, moving a set of long fingers under the girl’s jaw as he forced her chin gently up into his lips.
She sighed with contempt into his mouth, her hands reaching for his loose-hanging sweater. The kiss was so good that her hands struggled, her fingers fumbling awkwardly as she tried stripping the fabric off of the boy who towered against her. His throat rumbled as he laughed into the kiss, making the girl pull back with frustration.
“Want some help?” he offered coyly, making her grumble.
“Please,” she felt her lips split.
He was grinning again as he slid the fabric over his head, coming out with a devastatingly handsome and further tousled look. His bronzed chest was impossible not to notice, what with its definite ripples and the sharp V that protruded from his black jeans. The girl felt her mouth go as dry as a desert as her eyes moved down his torso and to the large lump that stuck out from his pants. Her blood suddenly felt very hot and she was overwhelmed with desire and anxiety. Indiscreetly flickering her gaze back to those huge green eyes, she swallowed.
“Alright?” he asked gently, checking in.
The girl tucked a lip under her teeth, “you’re breathtaking.”
Cedric’s huge white smile flashed as he smiled at the girl, ecstatic as he descended upon her lips one more. His hands cradled her face. Her hands splayed across his chest. The orange-red of the fire cast glows and flashes over their form as the two tangled passionately in one another, feeling each other’s smiles as they went. Then his tongue was in her mouth and hers was in his, the two working in sync at each other as their hands went in each other’s hair and they both went stumbling around. Ravenous, the girl swirled her tongue against his, drawing a moan from the boy that made her feral. He fought back at her neck, a spot he newly learned was easy to dominate. The girl’s lashes fluttered, mouth opening as he engulfed the area just below her ear, his long fingers forcing her hair to the side as he vampirically came upon her. Struggling, the girl moved her shaking hands to his jeans. Fighting his tongue, she tried desperately at the hem of his waistband, and then at his zipper, her fingers trembling. At the same time, he’d reached for her bra, which only made her heart quicken and anxiety double. She felt the jeans loosen as the boy blinded her by now kissing her mouth and blocking her view again. She chuckled knowingly into the kiss, forcing the fabric harshly down his form the best she could. She still couldn’t see, but she knew she’d gotten them down part of the way when a hard protrusion sprung up into her front, level with her torso. Cedric groaned into her lips, and she felt the knot in her body tighten at the noise. The popping sound came again as the two came off of each other’s lips. Their foreheads both glinted with a quickly developing sweat, and Cedric leaned down so that he could press his against her own. When his eyes came open, they were massive and dark. But there was also a profound and overwhelming love in them, which she no doubt mirrored.
“Can you go first?” she asked nervously, brushing her fingertips across the V he sported.
He nodded, slowly, drinking her in.
The girl moved her eyes nervously down, staring not-so-subtly as she brought her fingers to the black briefs he wore. The second her hands touched him, he twitched against her, the member beneath stirring at her interest. Her throat was even drier now. Her eyes went back to his, and he was still staring right at her. He nodded with an adorable half-smile. Reciprocating, the girl moved the last layer of fabric down his legs, her mouth nearly dropping as his huge erection came before her. She was utterly speechless as she moved her lips silently, both impressed and terrified at the thought of fitting him. Cedric, reading her, spoke softly.
“You okay?” he asked gently.
She was back on his eyes now, nodding. Not really sure how else to answer him best, the girl moved her hands to her back and unclasped her black bra, letting her breasts fall free. Cedric’s jaw pulsed as his blue-green eyes flashed down and up at lightning speed.
“That’s a yes then?” he ran his tongue over his lips with a flare of his nostrils.
The girl suppressed a smile, “yes.”
“And you’re stunning,” he flattered her further, moving each of his large hands to her hips.
He pulled her against him, and, feeling his member hard against her front, the girl let a long sigh out. She was fighting with not much luck to keep her composure. Cedric still didn’t kiss her, but only stared. He brought her in closer, and she felt her breasts mold to the front of his hard chest. His eyes grew darker, and he swallowed. He leaned in slowly, offering one soft kiss before retracting.
“I’m going to set you down, okay?” he said softly.
The idea of what was next sparked electric tension in her.
“Okay,” she breathed nervously.
Cedric scooped her up and turned her a little, setting her down on the edge of the large rectangular table before the fire. Quickly, he grabbed a stray blanket and timidly set it behind her, for when she would lay back. That’s when she noticed him shaking, too. The girl blinked up at her gorgeous boyfriend in surprise.
“Are you nervous?” she whispered with a smile and a crease of her brow.
Cedric stared down at her with a sheepish grin, “that obvious?”
“What–” she giggled, reaching for his front like a child, “really?”
He tilted his head, snorting, “why is this surprising to you?”
“Well– cause–” she stammered. “I mean, you’ve done this part before.”
The smile on his face softened, his expression melting as he shook his head.
His voice was infuriatingly low as he hummed back, “not with you.”
Her own smile vanished. The butterflies in her stomach attacked. She was yanking him down upon her lips now, the boy letting a noise of surprise out as he kissed her right back, her weight gong down on the table as she lay flat upon the surface. He stayed kissing her as he brought down the rest of his jeans, and then her own pants. Eyes still closed, the both of them engulfed in the sensation of their hot and bare flesh pressed flush together. That feeling in her stomach was practically pulsing now, and she’d never felt more excited or afraid in her life. She could feel Cedric’s length right up against her thighs, which she embarrassingly noticed were dripping all over him, not that he minded at all. And then Cedric’s long fingers were gripping at her breasts, making her tremble into his mouth. Next they were at her stomach, then along her thighs, drawing goosebumps as they went.
He detached for a second.
“Can I–” he began.
“Yes,” she cut him off and forced his lips back down, the boy smirking into her mouth.
His index finger came to the outside of her entrance, where he dipped it ever-so-slightly in her. The girl clenched and moaned and melted like butter. Groaning at her reaction, he slid in further the next time. She was louder, of course, making him all the more frustrated. He pulled out his finger from her, making her pull from his lips in dissatisfaction, but she was soon made still again when he rubbed his thumb against her clitoris. Her head fell back, the boy grinning again as he ran circles against her sensitive spot. As she lifted her head to look, she saw his own descending. Gasping, the girl recoiled in surprise as she felt Cedric’s mouth close at her entrance, his tongue going first inside of her, and then to his thumb, where he aided his fingers outside of her.
“Shit, Cedric,” she went back again, seeing a set of stars alight before her eyes as her body turned to jello.
He responded by inserting his finger into her. Then, gauging her body’s reaction, he tested another. Her whole body tensed and relaxed, her mouth opening as the boy focused his tongue against her clitoris, and his fingers, which he pumped slowly, inside of her. Dissolving, her fingers grabbed at his hair, tugging him by his golden-brown locks as he hummed against her, sending vibrations through her form.
“Oh my god,” she breathed incoherently, her hair falling around her face.
“You okay?” he stopped for a second, interjecting politely.
“Yes, Ced,” she covered her mouth with an embarrassed laugh. “Yes, please. Please, more.”
His lips glistened as he smiled a “good,” and came back down on her. Her legs grew tight as she clasped both of her thighs to the side of the boy’s head, breathy gasps tumbling from her mouth as his fingers worked rhythmically to the beat of his tongue. Feeling her stomach clench like she was about to explode, the girl trembled and shook, fingers going limp in Cedric’s hair as her head rolled back. As his name fell from her, her lidded eyes caught him staring at her, his iris’ huge and dark as he watched Y/N disintegrate. It felt like a hundred fireworks went off and the rope inside her was cut, the girl shaking as she finished onto and into Cedric with a series of short gasps. Heaving, the girl brought a hand to her burning red face as Cedric snaked back over her with a big grin.
“Alright?” he cooed, dropping a kiss on her nose.
She brought a hand to either side of his face with a giddy chuckle.
“Alright,” she beamed breathily, smiling into his wet mouth.
They kissed like that for a minute, the girl regaining her breath as she consumed him with deliberate slowness. Cedric was glowering when she pulled back, hearts practically shining across his eyes. His eyes then widened suddenly as he felt a hand reach his member, his breath short-circuiting.
“Erm–” his visage melted, looking taken aback and bashful all the same.
“Do you have–” she started nervously.
“Yeah, yeah,” Cedric flashed his canines and dropped another kiss on the girl’s nose as he leaned over the table.
Watching as he fished around for a condom in his wallet, the girl sat up against her elbows, glowing in the firelight as she tracked him with giant eyes. Her long hair fell beautifully across her shoulders and breasts, and her legs hung partially open from where he’d been. As he turned, she blinked slowly at him. Her heart was pounding out of her chest now.
Cedric’s face seemed to fall too, looking ever-serious as his eyes fell upon his girlfriend, splayed out poetically before him. Swallowing the lump in his throat, he sucked in a deep breath and descended over her, the girl’s back lowering slowly in matching the lowering of his. His definite muscles came against her chest, his hand sliding through her hair and against her cheek as he bore into her with those ocean eyes. He smelt of aftershave and sweat as he lay into her, cradling her in silence.
“Are you sure?” he murmured at her lips, his voice low.
She brought a palm to his face, dragging her thumb over his cheekbone with a shaky inhale.
“I am,” she assured, bringing her forehead to his again.
He nodded, moving one hand down, the other still on her face, as he propped his thick member against her entrance, making the girl release a small gasp. His eyes were then back again.
“I love you,” he said a second time, his gaze gentle.
She smiled, kissing him gingerly.
“I love you too,” she whispered back nervously.
And then he was entering her, the feeling slow and drawn out as he moved steadily past her folds. She felt her walls tighten at once, the feeling certainly more foreign and larger than that of two fingers. It only hurt a little, the girl thought as she went straining lightly against him with an extended moan of mingled emotions. Cedric pushed a little further, the girl’s eyes shutting as she pressed her forehead harder against his. He brushed his nose against hers, attaching his mouth to her lips as he extended himself fully now, the girl involuntarily pouring a groan out from her mouth and into his.
“Okay?” he mumbled gently against her mouth.
“Yeah,” she nodded, bringing her other hand to his face as well.
He hummed, kissing her more deeply now as she felt his hips move back. Only, as they came back in, it had hurt a lot less, her walls growing comfortable to his cock now. He drew out again, slowly, then back in again. By the fourth time, she was already mewling incoherently. A various set of mumbles dropped from her lips, the boy devouring them all as he rocked his hips slowly back and forth into the girl.
“Good?” he breathed, moving his lips back to her neck.
“Good,” she echoed breathlessly, her head rolling back.
Cedric used his left hand to grab her neck, capturing the girl in a gentle chokehold as he patterned a set of kisses down her throat. His right hand went sliding down her front and to her left breast, which he molded easily into his large hands, his nimble fingers running circles over the girl’s perked up nipples. Overwhelmed, the girl cursed once, then bit her tongue between her teeth to refrain from being too much. Cedric’s right hand was back, and he was sliding his thumb over her closed lips now as if in permission for her noise, but she fought back with a tilt of her head and a shut of her eyes. Playing her game, Cedric rocked his hips a little faster, and the push as he came in was harder as it clashed the bundle of nerves that the girl had pent up for him. His name bounced out in reply, the girl moving to turn her head back away. With his left hand on her throat, Cedric yanked her gently forward, so that she was forced to keep her face level with his, and so that she couldn’t escape his ravenous stare.
“You can look at me. Talk to me, you know,” he encouraged, sliding his thumb from the corner of the girl’s mouth and right between her lips.
The movement caused her to open her mouth, a desperate moan escaping her as it did. Her eyes fluttered open, Cedric looking incredibly impressed as he grinned. He looked so handsome and devilish in his victory that she couldn’t help but blush furiously at his cheek.
“You’re so beautiful,” he murmured through a low chuckle, pecking her lips. “Talk to me.”
Her heart racing, she moved her hands to his chest, “faster.”
“Faster?” he echoed with a smile, as if he hadn’t heard.
She dug her nails into his chest in reply.
“Okay,” he scrunched his nose with a laugh, quickening his pace.
Then it was him groaning. And, she realized, if Cedric Diggory moaning her name had the same effect as her moaning his did, then she understood his requests. Her fingers splayed over the boy’s muscles as her mouth came open. Cedric dropped his right hand from her face and moved it instead to her hip. He used it to tilt her up a little more, so that the two were angled against each other as he fucked her a little faster. The repositioning made the clenching feeling only stronger in the girl’s body.
“Fuck, Ced,” she moaned, her voice strained as she writhed beneath him, the pleasure growing overwhelming.
They were so sweaty that liquid dripped over and between their fronts, the girl moving her hands to his bicep for a better grip as he found rhythm in his deepening strokes. The gap between them open now, her breasts rolled and bounced to the beat of his movements, Cedric’s eyes moving up as he fixated on her chest, and then to her trembling mouth.
“More,” she uttered.
He didn’t hesitate at all this time, not a second spared for her as he came into her with more force instantaneously. His hips crashed against hers. Each thrum of his digit into her sent a loud slap of his balls to her entrance sounding. The Hufflepuff boy was dropping hard and sharp profanities left and right, his hands sinking into her cheek and face as he used the spots like pinpoints by which to grab and hoist her. The grip he held there was strong as he fucked her harder, the girl rolling into his palm and hips melting into his grasp like honey. Forehead coming off of his, she couldn’t bear to stay fastened in such a way any longer. Instead, she leaned back again on her elbows, Cedric holding her there by her throat as his cock slid easily in and out of her. Feeling euphoric, the two of them held each other’s gaze next, maintaining it there in their whirlwind of lust. Even then, his beautiful cheekbones, the sweat that ran down his nose, and his pink opened lips were hard to see through the cloud of stars that were growing in the girl’s line of vision. He released her neck now, scooping both of his arms under her back, his hands grasped to her petite frame as he held her there and fucked her into the table. The girl writhed and gasped and squirmed, making him hit harder. The table shook beneath her. Her legs were growing tired. The knot inside of her was next to unbearable. Whining, she begged him further. More. Faster. More. Cedric. And more again. He was twitching as he pounded her now, keeping his length buried deep as he attacked her sensitive spot with a series of several sloppy kisses to her mouth.
“Please, Ced. Ced I’m gonna–” she said, practically crying now as tears sprung from her eyes.
“Good,” he encouraged through a sharp breath. “Good.”
Her eyes opened. He was waiting, waiting to watch her unfold. The only sound was their breathing and the definite slap of his thrusts as she winged something absolutely incoherent into his front and arched her head forward.
He caught her chin against two fingers.
“Come,” he said. “Come for me.”
His words alone could’ve pushed her over the edge. The girl went blind, her eyes open but vision going absolutely black as she began to convulse violently in Cedric’s arms. He cooed and kissed her and held her tight to him as he slammed his hips forward, causing the whole table to slide back as the two hit their highs. The girl collapsed into the high-ringing curse that left her lips, her whole body falling limp and back against the table as Cedric finished in her with a huge groan.
“Ced,” she half-mumbled-half-cried as her head rolled to the side.
She felt him leave from inside of her. They were both filthily drenched, the boy’s skin sticky as he pulled his girl into his open arms and held her gently to his collarbones as she recovered from her orgasm.
“Y’okay?” he sighed, kissing her hair with a shuddered breath.
She pulled back, sweaty hair tangled in his long fingers as she stared foggily up into the boy’s eyes.
“I think I am, yeah,” she grinned with a sarcastic taunt, her lids heavy. “You?”
The boy smiled, grasping either side of her face in his palms with a warm chuckle. He didn’t respond as he laughed, kissing her again and shaking his head in awe.
“Seriously, of all things Fred I do not need this right now.” you hissed as you fumbled around the dark closet.
His laughter filled the tiny, dark space. You could almost imagine the smirk that crossed his handsome features. You inner annoyance reaching a new high when it came to him.
Merlin, we were locked in a closet and he found it more than amusing.
“Glad to know you find this so funny.” You stated, anger dripping from your words.
Continuing to jiggle the door handle, praying that it would open. No spell or trying could get you further away from this situation.
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My boy, my boy, my boy. Don’t love me like he promised. My boy, my boy, my boy. He ain’t a man and sure as hell ain’t honest.
Y/n and Fred had been dating for almost five months and for y/n it was the most amazing thing in the world cause she was totally in love with him, she knew he was the one when he first saw him at the burrow when they were 5 and since then he has always being her crush, so five months ago at the start of the 7th year when he confessed his feeling towards y/n she couldn’t believe it, at first she thought it was some kind of prank by the way he said it.
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5 months ago
“Y/n i have to tell you something that is a matter of life or death”, Fred said with a grin on his pretty face, she didn’t even was paying attention to what he was saying she was just too mesmerized with his beauty, “Are you listening to me ?, Fred asked seeing that she was not paying attention he decides to go straight to the point, “I was saying that you are my crush”, Fred said with a smirk.
Y/n was astonished everything crossed her mind, “is this for real?”, she said but Fred didn’t answer so she felt right to tell him the truth about her feelings, “Fred i’ve being in love with you since we met when we were five, at first it wqs just a silky crush but we gotbolder and got into hogwarts and i realized it wasn’t just a silly crush, what im trying to say is… im in love with you Fred Weasley”, he didn’t know how to react and he just said “i love you” and hugged her.
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My boy’s being sus and he don’t know how to cuss. He just sounds like he’s tryna be his father (Who are you?). My boy’s an ugly crier but he’s such a pretty liar and by that I mean he said he’d “change”.
Everything happened so quick, Fred didn’t realized how fast this was going and now they’ve been dating for five months, “When are you going to tell her the truth?”, George asked Fred not realizing someone was listening, they should have been more careful and not be talking this in the common room where everyone could hear them “I don’t want to tell her, is going to break her heart she is the sweetest girl i know”,Fred said with guilt on his face, “Freddie you don’t love her, you can’t be with her just for pity”, George said annoyed almost screaming,” Yeah? Well this would never have happened if you hadn’t made me do that stupid bet, it’s all your fault”,Fred said angry.
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5 months ago
“Freddie im telling you she likes you”,George said while laying in his bed in their dorm, “No she doesn’t,we’ve been friends since forever believe me if she liked me as more than friends i would know dear brother”, Fred said calmly and confident, “well then if you are so sure about that…”, George said with a grin, “Go on..”, “Let’s make a bet, 5 sickles that she is in love with you”, “you’re on”, Fred said with confidence and he was sure that he would win the bet, after all she knew y/n for years.
Fred was walking on the halls of Hogwarts and spot y/n a few meters away, he thought it was the perfect moment to prove George that he was wrong, but when she started telling that she loved him he didn’t know what to say, he couldn’t tell her that it was all a bet and that he wasn’t in love with her, so he told y/n that he loved her too, i mean he wasn’t absolutely lying right?, he did love her but not the way she wanted to.
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Y/n wanted to surprise Freddie with a gift from hogsmeade we wanted since forever but he couldn’t afford it, so she started saving some money to give it to him, she was so excited to see his reaction that she couldn’t wait to give it to him and going as fast as she could she went to the common room, she spoted Fred right away, but she heard something that she shouldn’t have heard, “Freddie, you don’t love her, you can’t be with her just for pity”.
She just stood there frozen, astonished, broken, without even realizing she started crying and sobbing, Fred and George turn around and saw y/n standing there crying, “y/n i can explain”, fred said with guilt on his eyes, she didn’t even bother on going away from him, she couldn’t even if she wanted to, Fred tried to explain everything to her but she wasn’t listening she was just wishing that all of this was a nightmare that soon she would wake up and hug Fred and he would comfort her and tell her it was just a bad dream that everything is alright but obviously it didn’t happen, she came out of her trance as soon as she heard Fred said “im sorry but im never going to love you, not the way you want me to”, she didn’t utter a word she just left and went to her dorm.
My boy, my boy, my boy. Don’t love me like he promised. My boy, my boy, my boy. He ain’t a man and sure as hell ain’t honest.
It has been 4 months since y/n’s heart have been broken, she tried to move on, she tried to fool herself into believing she didn’t love him anymore so she started dating other guys but nothing ever lasted, until she started dating Matt a slytherin guy, he treated her well, he was kind, sweet and always gave her flowers, he loved her and she loved him back but she knew she would never be able to love someone the way she loved Freddie.
Fred stood in the hall watching how Matt gave yellow flowers to y/n, her favourite flowers, everytime Fred smell those flowers it reminds him of her, her scent, her laugh and her beauty, he then realized he did loved her as more than friends, but know it was too late because she was happy with someone else and he wouldn’t ruin that for her, he fucked up and there was nothing that he could do about it, it’s not like he could go back in time and fix it all… or can he?.
You want me to be yours well then you gotta be mine. And if you want a good girl, then goodbye. You want me to be yours well then you gotta be mine. And if you want a good girl, then goodbye.
When you woke up the next morning, Ron’s arms were wrapped tightly around you and his snores were loud enough to wake the entire Burrow. Giggling at him, you turned around to kiss him on the cheek. At this, he started stirring in his sleep.
“Wake up, Won-Won,” you teased.
Ron groaned sleepily and nuzzled his nose into the crook of your neck.
“Never, call me that,” he said, his speech thick from sleep. His morning voice instantly made you feel hot and light headed.
“What would you rather me call you?” you asked, a playful smirk appearing on your lips. “Sweetheart? Lover of mine? Honeykins? Sex Wizard Supreme?”
“My boyfriend will do for now,” he responded, kissing your lips. After a moment he pulled away, pursed his lips and said, “On second thought, I kind of like Sex Wizard Supreme.”
You laughed, playfully nudging him off of you as he tried to kiss you again. In response to this, he wrapped his arms around your waist from behind and attacked your neck with thousands of kisses. You were giggling and gasping under your breath when suddenly, Ron’s bedroom door was kicked open. Both of you froze.
In marched Ginny, Hermione, Harry, and the twins.
“I see we’ve come full circle,” Hermione said with a smirk once everyone got a glimpse of you and Ron, tangled in the bed sheets. You self consciously pulled the sheets higher up around your body to cover up for the fact that underneath the red comforter, you were butt-naked.
“Itoldyou this was where she was,” Ginny said, lightly slapping Harry on the shoulder.
Fred made a great deal of dramatically holding his hand out to George, who dug two galleons from his pocket and slapped it into Fred’s open palm. George glared at you for a second, presumably for making him lose his bet, but before long he was back to smiling and joking.
“You’re welcome for those fireworks, mate,” George told Ron. “Without them, I would’ve bet you never would have told y/n you liked her.”
“Bet? Would you like to make another? I could use some extra cash,” Fred said, turning to his twin with a smirk. George responded with an eye roll and a shove to Fred’s shoulder.
“Ron! You never told me you liked y/n!” Harry protested in disbelief. “I’m your best friend,” he added afterwards, obviously a little grumpy that Ron hid this from him.
You felt Ron shrug behind you, his arms still in place on your waist.
“You never told me you fancied my sister,” he responded. His voice was still deep from just waking up and it made you wish everyone would leave the room so you could attend tootheractivities.
Harry’s face turned the color of Ginny’s hair. Ginny, who was now grinning like an idiot.
“Come on then, Harry,” Ginny said, taking him by the hand and pulling him towards the open door. “Ron and y/n had their conversation, now it’s time for ours.”
Once they left, Hermione and the twins stayed grinning at the two of you.
“Get out,” Ron grumbled at them.
“Please,” you added with a sweet smile.
Hermione winked at you as she left. The twins followed, but not before shouting “Use protection! Wrap it before you tap it!”
Ron groaned at their words but you knew he was secretly as excited as you were when his bedroom door slammed shut, leaving you alone.
“So,” you prompted, rolling onto Ron’s stomach. His hands instinctively found their way to your hips, moving up and down the sides of your body, giving you shivers.
“So,” he replied with a smirk.
You leaned down to press your lips against his.
“Whatdoya wanna do on this fine morning?” you asked, mumbling the words against his mouth.
Ron’s hands trailed from your waist downwards, cupping your bare bottom.
“I could think of a few ideas.”
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After about three rounds of mind-blowing sex, you were reallymaking up for lost time, the two of you headed downstairs for breakfast. Well by now, it would probably be lunch.
Ron had insisted you wear one of his t-shirts, which had been exactly what prompted round number three, so you walked, more like limped(for obvious reasons), down the stairs wearing your jean shorts and his red Chuddley Canons shirt. His hand was pressed against the small of your back to keep you steady and it made you feel warm and fuzzy inside. You wished he would never stop touching you.
“Morning,” George said, lifting his mug of tea and smirking at you.
“Y/n!” Mrs Weasley said, brightening once she saw you. “You missed helping at breakfast this morning, but no matter, please sit down! We’re having sandwiches for lunch.”
You thanked her, sliding into the nearest chair, praying to Merlin she hadn’t noticed the way you were walking. Ron sat beside you and before long, the whole Weasley family was at the kitchen table. Plates of food were passed around and everyone started digging into the meal. Talk at the table was joyful and full, and you couldn’t have been happier. You were sitting around the table with the boy you loved, your best friends, and the nicest family you had ever met. It was in that moment that you realized, this was the happiest you had ever been in your whole life. All thanks to this wonderful summer, you knew more moments like this would happen again.
After lunch, you played a game of Quidditch with the family and after an astounding match (you had scored at least 7 goals) you found yourself under the familiar oak tree, playing wizard’s chess with Ron.
His knight piece had just smashed your pawn into a dozens pieces and you let out a low sigh.
“I’ve never been very good at this game, Quidditch is more my speed,” you admitted.
Ron grinned, happy to have found a game he could beat you at.
“If I let you win will you stay in my room again tonight?” he asked with a giddy look in his eyes.
You laughed, pushing his shoulder. The instant your skin touched his, it was like the same sparks from your first kiss were ignited again. Ron rolled over on top of you, cradling your face with his large hands as he kissed you breathlessly. You couldn’t help the sigh of happiness and love that escaped your lips.
“I’ll take that as a yes,” he said.
Rolling your eyes, you asked, “Won’t your parents get suspicious?”
Ron shrugged, kissing your left cheek, then your right, and finally your forehead before pulling you into his side. Now you were cuddling under the oak tree, the summer sunshine illuminating his red hair, and you couldn’t have been happier.
“Maybe they will, I dunno. I think they suspected us to be banging for years,” he replied.
“Such romantic word choice,” you quipped with a laugh.
He kissed your shoulder before responding, “Fucking, making love, bumping uglies. Whatever you want to call it, as long as we get to do it again.”
You laughed again and he joined in, the sound like music to your ears.
“I’m serious though,” Ron finally said, turning to you with a much more mature look on his face. “Not just about the sex thing. Even though that isvery good. But I mean in general.” His eyes scanned yours and you had the feeling he was nervous about what he was going to say next.
“In general?” you asked.
He nodded before continuing. “I don’t want this, us, to be a just summer thing. I’ve loved you for years, and I want to keep loving you for years. That means during our last year at Hogwarts, and afterwards.”
You were stunned by his vulnerability to say that. In response, you kissed him, trying to pour all of the love and words you didn’t know how to articulate into the kiss.
“I want that too. I want you, too. For years to come.”
He grinned at that before repeating, “For years to come,” as he kissed you again. And again. And again.
Author’s note: okay so this chapter is gonna be a little steamy…pretty much the entire chapter is literally just steam so if you’re not comfortable with that please don’t read this chapter! thanks! :)
Yourknuckles hovered over the wooden door of Ron’s bedroom. They were shaky, and your heart was beating faster and faster. You had successfully slipped out of Ginny’s room after (of course) gushing to her and Hermione about all the romantic things that Ron had said to you. You were pretty sure they had seen you leave Ginny’s room during the sleepover, but they opted to let you have your fun.
And fun you would have. If only you could work up the courage to knock on the door.
You don’t know why you were nervous. Ron just bared his heart and soul to you outside a few hours ago but now standing at his bedroom door, you were racked with nerves. What if he changed his mind? What if you messed something up? What if you weren’t as good a kisser as he was? Juvenile thoughts, yeah, but everything with Ron was new and exciting, you couldn’t help feeling so inexperienced.
Before you could even decide whether or not to turn around and run back up the stairs, you heard a very familiar squawking noise. Dite. Perfect opportunity, you thought, before knocking on the door
The door swung open before you could even lift your hand away. Your knuckle was frozen there in midair as your gaze met Ron’s. He had changed out of his button-up from the party and was now wearing loose sweat pants and his signature Chudley Cannons t-shirt. Just the sight of him made your head feel woozy and clouded.
“I….uh…heard Dite, so I decided to come check on her,” you said, very awkwardly. Even though you knew how Ron felt about you, and vice versa, you still found yourself at a lost for words standing at his bedroom door. For some reason kissing him now seemed drastically different from kissing him in the garden.
Ron gave you a lazy grin.
“You came just for Dite, huh?” He asked, seeing right through you. Blush spread across your cheeks and you nodded curtly.
Before you could make any more of a fool of yourself, Ron gently clasped his fingers around your wrists and pulled you into the room, promptly shutting the door behind him. He then pushed your back up against the door and kissed you. Surprised, your hands flew to his hair and you deepened the kiss. Even though you had exchanged countless little kisses the entire night (you could barely keep your hands off each other), every single one had felt as passionate and important as the first.
Ron pulled away from you, his grin still playing on his, now chapped, lips.
“Still only here for Dite?” He asked, his eyes joking.
“Definitely,” you responded, taking every ounce of your will power to push away from him rather than wrap your legs around his torso. You walked over to the owl cage in the corner of the room. Inside, standing on straw and looking very smug, was your little friend Dite.
You stroked the top of her feathers with the back of your fingers, smoothing out the black heart on top of her head. While you were distracted by your pet, you felt strong warm arms wrap around your waist from behind. Ron leaned down to rest his chin on your shoulder.
“Do you think she knows? About us?” Ron asked, tilting his head towards the small owl you were petting.
“Oh, definitely. She’s practically screaming ’I told you so!’ right now.”
Ron wrapped his arms tighter around you as he chuckled. Your entire body felt warm with him wrapped around you. Wow, you thought. You could get used to this feeling.
He laughed again, kissing your shoulder while doing it so you felt his hot breath on your bare shoulder. You decided to wear a tank top and pajama pants to meet him tonight, and you were glad you did. His breath directly on your exposed skin was driving you insane.
“What’re you laughing at?” You asked, your fingers moving away from petting Dite and instead landing on his arm. You traced up and down his freckled limb, soaking in every bit of him.
“People always say I’m the dumb one, but I literally bought you an owl named Aphrodite and you still didn’t know how I felt about you,” he said. You could feel his shoulders jostling up and down as he spoke so you knew he was still laughing.
Rolling your eyes, you turned around in his arms and were now facing him. Your fingers trailed from his biceps up to his neck as you wove your fingers through his orange hair.
“I didn’t want to assume anything,” you defended yourself.
Ron lowered his lips to yours. “I wish you would’ve, then we could’ve done this a lot sooner,” he responded. You could feel the shape of his words barely touching your lips as he spoke against them.
“Done what, exactly?” You asked teasingly.
His lips connected with yours once more and as he kissed you deeply, he slowly walked you back towards his bed.
“This,” he mumbled huskily when your knees hit the edge of the mattress.
Desire pooled into every pore of your body as you laid down on his bed, him hovering above you.
“Some privacy, please?” You said, regarding the birds in the corner of the room. Dite sent a wink in your direction as she flapped out her wings and took flight. As soon as your owls had flown out the open window, you dragged Ron’s face down to yours.
“Kiss me, Weasley,” you breathed.
And kiss you he did.
You thanked your lucky stars you were laying down because if not, your knees would have given out with the intensity of Ron’s kiss. His mouth was hot against yours, his tongue dragging across your bottom lip hungrily. You kissed him back with the same feverish energy, wrapping your leg around his waist in one swift motion. He grunted into the kiss, left hand coming up to tangle in your hair as his right trailed down your body, touching you in places you desperately needed him at. His lips trailed from your mouth to your neck, leaving hot wet kisses along your jaw line.
“Y/n,” he rasped against your skin, making you shudder under him.
Slowly, he kissed from your neck to your collarbone, relishing in the little moans you were emitting. His fingers bunched around the hem of your tank top, his eyes searching yours for permission. You nodded, letting him lift the material and smiling to yourself when he sharply inhaled. You hadn’t worn a bra.
“Decided to keep with tradition, you know?” You joked as his eyes drank in the view of you.
“I love you so damn much,” he said, his hands roaming over your body. His eyes bounced back up to yours and held your gaze. “You look so beautiful like this, all splayed out with your hair messy,” he said. He was looking at you as if you were the most magical thing in the world-and to him you were. Which is saying a lot, because he was a wizard.
“I’m sorry I ran out on you the morning after we slept together,” he blurted out. Wincing, he amended, “I mean not sleep sleep together, but sleeping next to each other, in the same bed, like we did.”
It made your nerves ease when you watched him get flustered around you for once, instead of the other way around.
“Why did you?” You asked.
His hands stalled their trek on your body and moved back to your chin, cupping your face. He did that a lot, holding your face in his hands so gently. It made your heart melt and other parts of you heat up.
“I dunno, I guess I’ve just pictured this moment, right now, what we are doing, for the longest time…and I wanted to act on how I felt so badly that night…but I was too nervous,” he confessed sheepishly.
You propped yourself up on your elbows so you could look him deeper in the eyes.
“Apology accepted. Just don’t run out on me tomorrow morning, okay?”
His breath caught in his throat.
“You want to stay the night? With me? In my bed?” He asked nervously, as if he couldn’t believe his luck.
After glancing down at your bare chest, you looked back up at him.
“Well, obviously,” you joked.
He laughed through a grin and brought his lips to yours, before pushing you back into the pillows. Your head rested on his soft pillows and he kissed you again, making you feel like you were floating. His hands explored your chest while your fingers gripped the ends of his t-shirt, tugging it up slightly.
As if he could read your mind, Ron leaned back, quickly taking off his shirt and casting it away. Instantly, you attacked his shoulders and collarbones with hot, open mouthed kisses. You kissed every freckle, every mole, and every muscle on his chest.
Once you felt satisfied, you made your way back up to his lips, attaching yourself to them like they were water and you were dying of thirst. Ron eased you back to the pillows once more as his lips started kissing and sucking at the crook of your neck. You pressed you face into his red hair, the smell of cinnamon and apple filling your nose. He licked a particularly sensitive spot on your neck and you groaned, back arching.
Ron’s fingers reached the drawstring of your pants, and he pulled away to look you in the eyes.
“Are you sure you want to do this? Because we can wait if you want,” he rushed, his words tripping over one another.
You pulled him back into a kiss, breathing through it, “Ron, I want this, I want you, as long as you do too.”
“I’ll always want you,” he replied.
His fingers dipped below your waistband. They immediately found their way to your core and you moaned louder than you expected, heat rushing to your face.
“Alright there, love?” Ron asked with a smug grin.
“Perfect,” you replied, moaning again, not really caring about how desperate you must have seemed in the moment.
The rest of the night was filled with the same rhythm, kissing and asking permission and unabashedly showing each other how badly you wanted one another.
This lasted for quite some time, but by the time Dite and Pig had flown back into the room, you and Ron were cuddling together, out of breath, legs tangled up in the sheets.
“Hello,” you greeted your owl. She gave you an approving nod before nestling into the straw of her cage, soundly falling asleep.
You turned your attention to the red haired boy laying next to you, his arms wrapped tightly around you. His eyelids were heavy, and you could tell he was just as tired as you were. Taking out years worth of pent up desire and lust really tires a person out.
Ron pressed his lips against your mouth, your temple, your cheek, all the while mumbling “I love you,” against your lips, again and again and again.
You fell asleep to that mantra, heart full, hair a mess, and absolutely, blissfully in love.
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Your eyelids barely fluttered shut before you were awoken by a strange pecking sensation on your fingertips. You groggily opened your eyes and were startled to see Dite sitting on your hand, pecking at your fingers in an urgent matter.
“Dite? What is it?” You asked, growing increasingly concerned at her hectic motions. Dite picked up your pinky finger in her beak and pulled it towards the door. She wanted to show you something.
“Okay, okay, I’m coming,” you assured her as you released yourself from the tangle of blankets you were sleeping with. Standing up, you stretched lightly, pulling down the tank top you wore to bed as it rose over your belly. Ginny liked to keep her room boiling hot, so you opted for a small tank top and pajama shorts. Your shorts were definitely a few sizes too small, rode up too much, and sometimes showed a little more skin than normally appropriate. However, they were a gag gift from Ginny so you loved wearing them. Despite being super comfy sleeping shorts, they were also decorated front to back with grinning photos of Gildeory Lockhart, with pink little hearts plastered around his head. You still can’t believe he sold his own face on merchandise in the form of sleeping shorts.
Ginny and Hermione were still sleeping soundlessly around you, so you carefully and quietly stepped outside of the room so as not to wake them.
When you reached the hallway, Dite fluttered up the stairs to the next story. In your half-asleep state, it was difficult to follow her up the many stairs, bumping your shins against the wood many times before you reached your final destination. Dite stopped and floated in midair right outside Ron’s closed bedroom door. Before you could even register her actions, she was beating her beak against the wooden door.
Hurried footsteps sounded behind the door before it swung open to reveal Ron, hair messed up from sleep and wearing only red striped pajama pants. Your cheeks flushed. Did he always sleep half naked? You wished he would have last night when you were with him. Is this normal for friends to think of each other like this? you wondered.
You were snapped out of your mildly inappropriate thoughts when Ron asked, “Y/n? What’re you doing here? What time is it?” His voice was thick and raspy from just being woken up and you felt a warmth travel from your heart downwards as you heard his morning voice.
“Um, I dunno. Dite woke me up, she seemed urgent,” you explained. Now, as you were more awake, probably from seeing Ron’s bare torso and abs and v-line, you came to realize that your reasoning for being at his door so late at night was probably not the best.
Both you and Ron turned your eyes towards Dite. She floated innocently in the air, looking between the two of you expectedly. As a long silence stretched out in the small hallway, she rolled her eyes (you didn’t know owls could do that) and flew into Ron’s room.
Ron shrugged. “I think she misses Pig,” he said as Dite flew into the owl cage and nestled next to Ron’s owl. You nodded, although you weren’t that easily fooled. Dite was smart, she definitely brought you here for a reason. The black heart on her feathers gleamed up at you from her cage and you knew she was sending you a message. After all, her name was Aphrodite.
“Can I come in?” You asked quickly and abruptly. Ron looked startled by your question, but his surprised expression soon changed to a concealed smile.
“Sure,” he said, so quietly it sounded no louder than a breath.
You stepped into his room, taking into account the rumpled bed sheets and messy floor. Ron closed the door behind him and did his best to straighten up.
As he started throwing dirty clothes into a pile in the corner of the room he said, “Sorry. If I knew I would have a visitor I would have cleaned up more.”
“I thought you invited me,” you said boldly, your playful side coming out. “Isn’t your bed always open to me?”
The moonlight shining in through the bedroom windows illuminated Ron’s face as he glanced at you. His grin widened and you swore your heart skipped a beat. Standing there, 4 feet apart in the room of the boy you loved, with him smiling at you like that, you swore there was no better view in the world. You palms were sweating and your heart was beating and Ron was suddenly a lot closer than before.
He was now standing chest to chest with you, he was so close you could smell his familiar scent. His bare torso was pressed against yours and your eyes fell from his face to his shoulders and you gazed at the freckles splaying across his broad muscles. Your stomach flipped as you felt a warm hand press into the small of your back.
Breathing seemed nearly impossible as you felt Ron lower his mouth to your ear. Hot breath fanned against your neck as he leaned in so close you felt his lips brush your earlobe ever so slightly. You had never felt so flustered in your entire life.
This was it, you thought. This was the moment he was going to kiss you or tell you everything you wanted to hear. The moment he would lean in, make you his, get close and tell you he loved-
“Nice shorts,” he whispered into your ear.
A surprised laugh erupted out of you as Ron broke out in laughter, stepping away from you and reclining onto his bed. Here you were convinced he was going to announce his deepest and truest romantic feelings for you, when in reality he was just joking around. You were beyond embarrassed, so you tried to cover it up with humor before he could sense your disappointment.
As casually as you could with your heart beating a million miles a minute, you leaned against Ron’s dresser.
“Thanks,” you replied, “I know you’re the biggest fan of Lockhart around, so I made sure to wear them for our nighttime visits.” Maybe joking about your odd ability to always be together at night when no one else was awake would make up for the fact that you longed to do lots of other things with him when no one else was around.
Ron laughed at your comment, the sound making you feel short of breath and light headed. How did he have such a strong effect on you? Did you have this same effect on him? Merlin, you hoped so because you couldn’t stand another minute of pining after him so badly without any reciprocation.
“Not likely,” he said, “after all, he is just a giant git who lied and stole peoples stories.”
You nodded, the fall of Gilderoy Lockhart at the end of your second year of Hogwarts was one for the storybooks. Ron had made sure to take every chance to boast to you and Hermione and any other woman who was taken by Lockhart’s golden hair that, “I knew it all along! He was always a crook!”
“Yeah, that’s true,” you conceded. “But he’s hot.”
A mischievous glint flashed in Ron’s eyes. A short silence filled the air between you before he replied. His voice was an octave lower when he said, “So is your ass in those shorts.”
Your cheeks flamed red. Ron has never, ever, complimented you so directly like that. If any other guy would have made such a forward and direct remark about your body, you would certainly have been annoyed, maybe even disgusted. But not with Ron. When those flirty words left his lips, which were smirking at you from across the room, you felt every inch of your skin heat up.
Ron’s eyes were practically undressing you from across the room, roaming over your body in a hungry manner. His intense gaze made you squeeze your thighs together as you tried not to stare at his bare chest that looked so inviting for you to wrap yourself around.
Glancing down, you realized how little skin you had covered in your nighttime attire. A sliver of stomach poked through between your Lockhart shorts and your thin grey tank top. Upon further observance, you remembered that you had forgotten to wear a bra that night. And Ron’s room was much, much colder than Ginny’s. You were embarrassed to see your entire chest was practically on display through your thin shirt, your nipples very noticeable in the moonlight.
Ron’s eyes never left your body but suddenly you felt nervous. You had never had a boyfriend or girlfriend before at Hogwarts so this was all new territory for you. Sure you flirted with a couple people, and they flirted back, but nobody had ever watched you with such intense eyes that Ron had right now.
Suddenly very aware and self conscious of just how much skin you were showing, you wrapped your arms around yourself to cover your chest.
You didn’t want to meet Ron’s eyes, so you trained your gaze to watch the floor. The only indication you had that he was getting closer to you was the sound of his steps against the carpet as he approached you. You kept your eyes fixed to the ground, and you only looked up when he was standing a foot away from you.
Afraid to meet his gaze right away, you let your eyes scan his body. His pajama pants hung low on his hips, exentuating the prominent muscles that shaped a V along the waistline of his pants. You swallowed hard and tried your best to not think about what that v-line led to. If you kept letting your mind wander to such territories, you weren’t sure you could restrain yourself from practically jumping into his lap.
“Y/n, you don’t have to do that,” He said, his voice low and gruff. Your eyes flickered up to meet his and the intensity of his stare made you feel a little weak in the knees.
“What do you mean?” You asked, your voice high and strained, a clear indicator of how flustered you were.
He took another step closer to you. Now you were sandwiched between his chest and the dresser behind your back. You wondered if he could hear how loud your heart was beating in your chest.
“You don’t have to cover up around me, y/n,” he said. “Not ever.”
Gently, he took your arms in his hands and uncrossed them, to expose your scantily clad chest, letting his fingertips trail down your skin. Goosebumps erupted on the skin his fingers grazed over. His hands reached the end of your arms and he interlaced his fingers and yours.
If your friends thought it was suspicious you were laying in bed together last night, imagine what they would think if they walked in to see him, half naked, pressing you against the dresser while holding your hands. That was surely a sight that would cause a few questions.
At a lost for words, you could only stare at Ron. He was being so confident and sultry, was he always like this? Have you just never noticed? Did he act like this was Lavender Brown?
The thought of his ex girlfriend sent a pain straight through your gut. What was Ron playing at? you wondered. You think he likes you, but then he gets a girlfriend in sixth year. You think he enjoyed spending the night cuddling with you, but then he practically runs out of bed the next morning. You think he might confess his feelings for you, but then he just makes a joke about your shorts. You wondered what kind of switch he was going to flip after this moment.
Ron must have noticed your change in demeanor because his eyes dropped the intense gaze he held with yours as they swept across the rest of your face. His warm hands reached up to cradle your face, and you found yourself leaning your cheek into his open palm. Merlin, you were like putty in his hands.
“How’s your head?” He asked, his voice barely above a whisper. When you were standing this close, he didn’t need to talk loud for you to hear him.
It took you a moment to register what he was talking about. Your hand skidded up to feel the bandaid still pressed to the side of your forehead. “It’s s'okay,” you replied, still feeling way too many emotions at one time.
“It’s probably healed by now, you can take the bandaid off,” he said. How could he talk to you so casually when you were this close to each other? You could barely string together a coherent sentence.
You nodded and raised your hands to peel off the bandaid, but his calloused fingers stopped you by wrapping around your wrist.
“I can do it, if you want,” Ron said. He smiled lightly, “Mum used to always pull the bandaids off for us when we were little. She said it hurts more if you do it yourself.”
You smiled back at him, your chest warm as you watched him relive the memories of his childhood, playing in their backyard and getting scraped up and his family being there to patch him back together.
Nodding, you let him grab the bandaid with his fingers and peel it off. Shutting your eyes, the skin stung for a moment, but then the pain subsided. You opened your eyes to see Ron throwing the band aid in the nearby trash can, but still not letting any more distance come between you.
The atmosphere changed as Ron’s gaze settled on you again. One of his hands traveled from your cheek to the side of your jaw, trailing along the crook of your neck and stopping at your collarbone. His other hand remained cradling your face, forcing you to not be able to turn away from him.
His eyes flicked from yours down to your bodies pressed firmly against one another and then back up again. His fingertips traced light patterns against your collarbone and you instinctively wrapped your arms around his torso, feeling his bare skin. Your fingers felt every groove, every muscle, and every freckle on his side as you let yourself become drunk on him. Fingers feeling the muscle of his abs, you finally let yourself touch what you had been staring at all day during the Quidditch match. It was as if the air between you and Ron had been sucked away and replaced by only the burning need to feel one another, and memorize every inch and line of each other’s skin.
Ron’s fingers left the hollow of your collarbone and trailed to the front of your chest. His thumb lightly pressed against your sternum as he dragged his fingers along the valley between your breasts. This was a new sensation, taking your touching from “okay-maybe-friends-do-this-sometimes-I-don’t-know” to “this-is-definitely-a-no-friends-territory,” and both of you sucked in a breath.
He leaned his head next to yours, his lips reaching your ear once again.
“Tell me if you want me to stop, and I will,” he whispered. A tingle spread throughout your entire body.
As he said those words that sent heat right to your very core, his hand trailed from your chest down towards your hips. He felt your waist all the way down to the grooves of your love handles and then settled on your hips. He gripped the sides of your body and you held back a small moan in the back of your throat.
If he stopped, you thought, you were going to absolutely lose your mind.
“Don’t stop,” you whispered back immediately. Realizing how urgent and needy you sounded, you added, “please,” to the end of your demand.
In response, Ron hummed underneath his breath as he continued grazing his hands up and down your sides.
“I saw you dancing today, in the living room,” he told you, his voice still husky with his lips pressed against your ear. His hands squeezed your hips once more and started to palm at the backs of your thighs. The material of your shorts was riding up underneath his grip, exposing even more flesh to his hands. “I’ve thought about doing this all day,” he said.
One of his hands broke free and trailed up to your face as he cradled your cheek once more. You leaned into his touch, his thumb accidentally brushing against your lips. Having any part of him that close to your mouth drove you crazy, and before you could think of what you were doing, you lightly kissed the pad of his thumb.
You heard him draw a sharp intake of breath and then press even closer to you. Your back was digging into the handle of the dresser, but you couldn’t care less about that right now. Instead, you focused on his thumb which was tracing the lines of your lips. You still weren’t looking at each other, you noticed, as his lips remained hovering near your ear. Maybe if you looked at each other during this rare and complicated moment, the feelings would disappear and neither of you would know how to act. This wasn’t something friends did.
Ron’s thumb traced along your lips again and the hand that wasn’t on your face was still caressing your hips and thigh. Deciding to be bold, wanting more, and needing more from him, you progressed past just kissing the tip of his finger. Now, when he pressed his thumb against the middle of your lips, you parted your lips ever so slightly.
His thumb entered your warm mouth, and he shuddered against you. At the same time, his warm hand transitioned from feeling your hips to fully grabbing your ass, kneading at the exposed skin under your small shorts. Your mind was drunk on him, and you were taking risks that you normally wouldn’t have even thought existed in the light of day.
You swiped your tongue against his thumb that rested in your mouth, savoring the salty taste of his finger. Ron let loose a small groan, pressing against you once more. Sucking his finger more into your mouth, you massaged his thumb with your tongue. Your breath hitched in your throat when you felt something hard pressing against your upper thigh.
This time, you couldn’t help the moan that tumbled ungracefully from your lips. You had never been this turned on in your entire life.
Suddenly, an explosive noise sounded from upstairs.
You and Ron froze. His thumb was still in your mouth, and his hand was still gripping your bum, but neither of you moved.
Another loud explosion followed the previous one, this time accompanied by cheers from Fred and George. As if flicked on by a light switch, the entire Burrow woke up.
You could hear feet stomping and doors slamming open as residents of the house awoke from their slumber. The sounds of Mrs Weasley yelling at her sons for causing such a ruckus hit your ears. Muffled shouting from other family members followed.
Slowly, Ron lifted his head from its spot next to yours and locked eyes with you. There was a deep lust there that you knew your eyes reflected.
“Y/n? Where are you?” You heard a voice, Ginny’s you think, call from upstairs.
And with that, you and Ron sprang apart from one another. His hands left your body and you felt cold without him holding you. He took several steps away from you, his eyes not leaving yours until the back of his legs hit his bed.
Your eyes trailed down and you gulped as you saw a large bulge outlined in his pajama pants.
“Y/n!” Ginny called again. If she didn’t know where you were, she was going to keep calling. You didn’t want to move towards the door. You wanted Ron to say something, or do something, to get you to stay.
All he did was look at you, the lust still there but you noticed something else too. What was that? Your heart dropped as you felt him looking at you with regret. Regret. His gaze broke from yours and you felt hollow inside.
Before you could even fix your mussed up hair, you fled from the room. Your mind jostled with everything that just took place. Your skin was still hot from where his hands had touched you and you could still remember the taste of his thumb in your mouth.
That was the single hottest moment of your entire life, and he didn’t say anything to stop you as you ran out of his room. What did that say about how he felt about you? A headache started to form as you let all of these thoughts bombard you.
Your mind was so full of chaos that you ran right into Ginny in the hallway.
“Y/n! Where were you? Fred and George let off another explosion testing products and it woke everyone up. We freaked out when we couldn’t find you,” she said as she gripped your shoulders.
Her voice barely registered in your brain, you were still too caught up in the moments before in Ron’s room.
“Uh, I was, uh, in the bathroom,” was all you said.
She probably thought you sounded drugged because everyone else was half asleep, so she assumed you were as well. In reality, you were the furthest thing from it. Ginny nodded, taking your arm and dragging you back up the stairs and into her room. Once there, Ginny and Hermione got under the covers again and soundly fell asleep. You lay down on your makeshift bed of blankets next to them, but you didn’t close your eyes.
Your mind wandered back to Ron’s room and the events that took place. You hadn’t even confessed how you felt about each other, let alone had your first kiss yet, but you already had tasted his skin and let his hands roam over your body. And you had loved every single second of it.
You had no idea how you were going to face Ron tomorrow. How could you act the same around your best friend when he had heard the desperate moan you made? The desperate moan forhim?
Pressing the heels of your palms against your eyes, you tried to will sleep to happen. At least when you were asleep, you wouldn’t have to worry about tomorrow. But alas, no such luck. So that night you stayed awake, rethinking the entire night with Ron and wishing more than anything that he would barge into the room and kiss you right now. But he didn’t.
So you let yourself replay the moments with Ron, just wishing there had been more.
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Draco, Harry, and I have been in a secret relationship for two years now. I could tell right away they secretly liked each other and it worked out when they both tried to ask me out at the same time. So our relationship began and no one had any idea. But lately they haven’t been paying much attention to me and it was making me annoyed. I knew there was only one thing I could do, but I also knew it would surely result in a punishment, but I was a sucker for those.
Just before dinner I was in my room and took my panties off. I lubed up a plug I got as a gift from my boyfriends and slipped it into my tight little asshole. I put on one of my shorter skirts and unbuttoned the two top buttons on my shirt without putting my bra back on. I smirked at myself in the mirror and made my way to the Great Hall. I walked in and a few eyes were following me as I took my seat at the Ravenclaw table. I looked at the Slytherin table and Draco was staring at me with dark and hungry eyes. I smirked at him and turned to see what Harry looked like. His eyes were open wide and his mouth hung open slightly. I was just getting started. All through dinner the boy’s eyes never left me and I made sure to put on a show. I leaned over the table just a bit more and I was sure Harry was getting a nice view of my arse and Draco was getting the perfect view of my tits. I made sure to move a lot more than I would so they would see my tits bounce and I wiggled my arse just a bit.
“Room of Requirement, ten minutes.” Harry whispered in my ear as he passed. I felt my pussy twitch a bit and smirked. I saw Draco give him a very slight nod and they each left. I finished my food and quickly excused myself from my friends. I made my way to the Room of Requirement as fast as I could without looking suspicious. When I walked into the room it had turned into the playroom each of us used just for occasions like this. I didn’t have any time to take in the surroundings or even speak because Draco had grabbed me and pulled me over to Harry, who was sitting on the bed. Draco pushed me onto his lap and Harry flipped my skirt up, revealing my lack of panties and the plug sticking out of my arse. I felt their gaze linger for a moment before Harry’s hand made contact with my arse.
Smack!
Thwack! Harry’s hand slammed against my arse over and over, but I hardly made a sound.
“Let me know when you start hitting me.” I giggled, kicking my feet back and forth playfully as he spanked me.
“Let me help you, it seems like you’re having trouble doing it right.” I said and arching my back, pushing my ass even higher. Draco grabbed me by the hair and pulled me back, forcing my ass back down.
“You’ve had this enormous plus in your arse all night, you little slut?” He asking in my ear.
“Yes, I needed something to satisfy me. Couldn’t count on you two. Didn’t you see me wiggling against the bench during dinner?” I asked with a smirk.
“You’re being a brat! You’ll need to be punished harder.” He said.
“Promise?” I asked while batting my eyelashes. Draco pulled me off Harry’s lap so I was now standing in front of the both of them as he sat next to Harry. I started rubbing my tits through my shirt, staring right at the both of them.
“Take off your dress.” Harry said.
“And your bra.” Draco adds. I did as I was told and one I was standing naked in front of their hungry eyes I smirked while they stared.
“Oops, did I forget to wear underwear?” I asked.
“You’re such a slut.” Draco growled.
“Oh, I don’t think that’s a very nice word.” I pouted and lent down to rub their cocks through their trousers.
“No?” Harry asked.
“Nope, it’s missing something.” I smirked.
“What?” Harry asked and I could tell they were both trying to guess, but they were also being distracted by their throbbing cocks.
“Use your imagination.” I said and bit my lip, making both of them groan.
“Dirty slut?” Harry asked and I shook my head.
“No.” I answered.
“Nasty slut?” Draco guessed.
“Nope!” I giggled. I knew they couldn’t think properly when I played with their cocks.
“Stop that!” Harry said and pushed my hand away.
“We can’t fucking think properly!” Draco growled, also pushing my hand away.
“Oh, are you two having trouble concentrating?” I asked, innocently. I turned around, bending over. My arse was still nice and red from Harry’s little ‘punishment’. I started moving the plug in small circles in my arse, in and out as well.
“Is that better?” I asked. Once in a while I would lower myself down so my pussy brushed against one of their cocks, but would switch between them.
“Fuck!” Harry groaned.
“Fucktoy! Cunt! Cocksleeve!” Draco growled.
“No dummy.” I giggled.
“I said it was missing something. You boys had part of it, but then I guess something distracted those big brains for yours and now you’re getting colder.” I said, pushing the plug in and out, around and around, still dipping down to taste their clothed cocks with my pussy.
“Uh…” Harry said and I let the two of them think while enjoying the little show.
“Okay, fine, I’ll give you boys a hint.” I smirked over my shoulder at them.
“The first part is what I want all over my face.” I said.
“Cum!” Harry nearly shouted.
“Cumslut!” Draco said.
“Yes! Took you two long enough. You’re kind of slow, I nearly came all by myself fucking my tight littel asshole while you both sat their like idiots.” I said.
“What did you call us!?” Draco growled.
“Idiots… You’re both idiots that don’t know a cumslut when they see one.” I said. Draco stood up and grabbed me by the throat, his other hand taking the end of the plug from me.
“Is that right?” He asked.
“Yeah. I called you both idiots, what are you gonna do about it?” I asked.
“Oh… I have a few things in mind.” He said and pushed the plug all the way into my ass. I moaned and bit my lip.
“You, our little cumslut, have been non-stop bratty all night and I can’t speak for Harry, but I’ve had enough.” He said, his eyes darkening.
“I agree.” Harry said, standing next to Draco. Draco pulled my hair to my ear right next to his mouth. Harry roughly grabbed my cunt and squeezed hard, making me gasp.
“We’re going to punish you and make you serve our cocks.” Harry said.
“You’re going to be an obedient little cumslut and maybe, just maybe, we’ll let you cum too.” Draco said and I bit my lip. I shuddered against them and tried my best to hold back my moans.
“Get down on your knees in front of us.” Draco said, releasing my throat as the two of them sat back down. I did as I was told.
Thwack!
Whack! Each of them slap my tits over and over again. They loved smacking my tits and I loved it too. I moaned again and they smirked.
Once my tits are bright pink I knew this part of my punishment was complete. My chest is heaving as I pant.
“Take off our trousers.” Harry commanded. Immediately I undid his belt and zipper. Harry stood so I could pull his trousers completely, then I did the same with Draco. Both their cocks were rock hard and begged for attention. I started at each one lustfully, my mouth watering at the thought of pleasing them.
“Give me your cocks, I want to suck them! I want you to fuck my face with them!” I begged. Draco smacked my face and I whimpered slightly.
“Ask like a good girl and you may just get what you want.” He said.
“Please Daddy, please Sir, please let me suck your cocks!” I begged and they smirked.
“Good girl.” Harry said.
“Go on then, suck our fucking cocks like the little cumslut you are.” Draco said. I bent down and took Harry in my mouth first, bocking up and down quickly. Harry let me suck is cock furiously before I was pulled off by a fistful of my hair. My lips were wet and there was a bit of spit starting to run down my chin.
“Do you like sucking his cock?” Draco asked.
“Mmmm, yes! I love Daddy’s yummy cock!” I answered.
“Such a good girl.” Harry said.
“What about Sir’s?” Draco asked, but before I could answer he pushed my head down onto his cock, holding my head still as he thrusted into my mouth. I made slurping sounds that I know both boys loved as Draco fucked my face. Eventually he pulled me off to catch my breath and I looked up at him disappointed.
“I thought you said you were going to punish me.” I pouted.
“Fucking brat.” He growled and pushed my head back down onto his cock. He thrusted even harder and deeper than before. He lifted off the bed, giving me every last bit of his cock. I started gagging, but he held me down a bit longer.
“Ah!” I gasped when he finally let me off his cock.
“I love your cock down my throat, Sir!” I said. Draco rubbed his soaked dick over my lips and cheeks. He was spreading my spit across my face.
“Is this what you wanted slut?” Harry asked.
“Is this what all the bullshit was for, so we would fuck your fac with our cocks?” Draco asked.
“Mmmm, yes! I wanted to drive you both crazy so you’d punish and fuck me like the bratty little cumslut I am!” I said with a smile.
“Well it worked.” Draco said, standing up and pulling me with him by my hair.
“Now bend over!” He said. I turned around and bent over the bed, my hand supporting me, my arse in the air, plug still deep in my arse. Draco gave my cheeks a few smacks and I yelped in surprise, but not in pain. Without warning, Draco plunged his cock into my soaking cunt and started fucking me hard. He was thrusting so hard that I had to brace myself from being pushed all the way down on the bed.
“Fuck yes! Fuck me with that amazing cock! Fuck me!” I yelled.
“Shut up!” Draco growled and pushed me down until my open mouth was met with Harry’s cock. He continued to punch into my wet cunt, gripping me by the hips and pulling me back on his dick with every thrust. He was going as deep and as hard as he could, while simultaneously gagging me on Harry’s cock.
“You like that, you little whore?” He said as he pulled on my hair, but didn’t pull me off Harry’s dick. I moaned around Harry and he tangled his finger in my hair while groaning. I felt my pussy contract and flood Draco’s cock with my cum. I shuddered beneath them and moaned loudly. Draco came to a stop.
“You just can’t help yourself can you, you little brat? I told you we would decide if you get to cum!” He growled and pulled out of me, making me whimper.
“But-”
“No.” Draco cut me off.
“You disobeyed us again. Get up here!” He said.
“But, but, it was just so good! Your cock was pounding into me so hard! I couldn’t help myself!” I said.
“You haven’t been able to help yourself all night.” Harry said and I pouted.
“You’re gonna learn a lesson in fucking control!” Draco said. He gripped my hair and flipped me over so I was laying on my back. He roughly pushed my legs up and back until my knees were up near my tits. Harry held them in place as they both looked at my now exposed wet cun and plugged asshole.
“You are to stay absolutely still and silent, you little slutty brat! Not a twitch or a pepp!” Draco ordered.
“But what are you going to do to me?” I asked and he smacked my cunt, hard. I grunted, but mostly in pleasure.
“Not a word!” He growled again.
“Word!” I said, smirking.
“You’re playing a dangerous game, Princess.” Harry warned, but Draco was having none of it.
Thwack! He smacked my cunt again.
“Ooooh, that tickles!” I giggled. Draco smacked my pussy a few more times and each time I lifted my body a bit more, welcoming the smacks.
“No!” Thwack! “More” Thwack! “Talking!” Draco growled in between smacks. I still had a small smirk on my face, but mostly just a lustful look. I stayed silent.
“Good. Now, no sound and no movement.” He said again. Draco shoved two fingers into my soaking pussy, moving them slowly back and forth. He looked back up at me and my smirk had fully disappeared. I was now desperately horny. My eyes were closed and I was biting my lip to hold in my sounds. He withdrew and added another finger. He just left them there as I enjoyed the sensation. I didn’t make a sound or even attempted to move. He pulled out once again and added a fourth finger, stretching my hole. I didn’t make a sound, but bit down harder on my lip as my breathing got heavier. I started shaking and my hands gripped the bed sheets. Draco again left his hand for a while before withdrawing again. After a moment he pushed all five fingers into me. Slowly he slid into me, centimeter by centimeter. I tried my best to stifle a sigh of pleasure as the heel of his hand eased into me. Now his whole hand was in my cunt! Against my better judgment, I made my way down to my arse and started jiggling the plug in my ass. I was quivering in pleasure.
“Judging by the size of that plug, you like being filled up, don’t you little slut?” Draco asked.
“You like having Sir’s whole hand up your little cunt?” Harry asked. I nodded, somehow remembering to stay silent. Very slowly, Draco relaxed his fingers, letting them expand a little inside my pussy.
“You like me stretching your fucking pussy? Gonna be nice and easy for us to fill you up with our cum.” He said. It was too much for me. I grabbed his forearm and started to move it gently deeper and then shallower in my pussy and I jiggled the plug.
“Would you like that Princess? You want us to fuck some babies into that open little cunt of yours?” Harry asked.
“Oh Merlin!” Yes!” I moaned.
“Oh fuck that feels so good!” I said as I threw my head back slightly. I moved my hand from the plug to my clit and started to rub the swollen nub furiously.
“Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Yes! Fucking fill me! Unnf, I’m cumming again! Oh Merlin!” I jerked, moaned, and screamed as I came once again. I felt myself gush onto Draco’s hand.
“Oh fuck fuck fuck! Oh my fucking holes are so full holy shit! Ahhhh!” I screamed. Draco waited till I was still again and withdrew his hand, now soaked in my juices.
“No talking and no moving shouldn’t have been hard, but you just won’t listen! Playing with your plug and clit! Yelling and thrashing about like a little slut!” Draco said, surprisingly calm.
“That’s not fair!” I pouted, still breathing hard.
“You fist fucked me and I just loved feeling so full-”
“Fair!? Fair!? You teasing and taunting us all through dinner wasn’t fair either. I’m trying to teach you a lesson in obedience and you just won’t learn! You know what that means!” Draco shouted.
“More punishment,” I asked. I extended my leg, which Harry had let go, and rubbed his cock with my foot. Draco growled and pushed my foot away. He climbed up and straddled my stomach. With one hand he started pinching my nipples mercilessly, while he thrust three fingers into my mouth.
“Mmmmm” I moaned.
“Hold her arms.” He tells Harry, which he does. Harry was looking on worried that Draco might hurt me, but I knew I could take it. Draco withdrew his fingers, now covered in my spit that mixed with my cum. He smeared the mixture onto my tits, making them wet. He moved up until his cock was between my tits. He squeezed them together until they enveloped his cock. He started thrusting between them and I moaned.
“Keep her quiet, would you?” He asked Harry. He pushed his cock into my mouth and I was no longer able to make noise as his cock fucked my throat. Draco grabbed my tits by my nipples with one hand while the other began fucking my pussy with three fingers. I was now completly full while Draco fucked my tits.
“You like that, you little slut, hmmm? You like all your little holes filled?” Draco asked. I couldn’t answer, so I just moaned.
“I think it’s time to give our little cumslut some cum, don’t you?” Draco asked Harry.
“Oh fuck yeah, let’s fill her little cunt full of our babies.” Harry groaned.
“You can go first.” Draco said. Harry jumped at the opportunity and quickly moved to position himself at my entrance. Draco pulled his fingers from my pussy and pushed them into my mouth to keep me silent. Harry ripped the plug from my arse and pushed his way inside first. My eyes widened and Draco smirked down at me.
“What’s wrong? Daddy’s not fucking the hole you want?” He said with a fake pout. I groaned as Harry roughly fucked my asshole. He pushed his way deep inside me and I was screaming around Draco’s fingers.
“You would think that plug would have warmed her up.” Harry groaned and Draco chuckled darkly.
“Perhaps she’s not as big of a slut as we thought.” He said and I screamed loudly when Harry somehow went deeper into my arse.
“Dgadgddy!” I moaned around Draco’s fingers.
“Shhh, be a good girl and Daddy will fill you nice and full with his cum.” Harry said and started rubbing my clit.
“Ugh!” I moaned and Draco pinched my nipples harder.
“Daddy said be a good girl, so shut up and take it.” Draco growled. Harry fucked my arse for a few more moents before he groaned and pulled out. He quickly pushed his cock into my pussy and I felt him painting my walls white.
“There you go, good girl.” Harry praised and I moaned loudly. Draco quickly got off me and it was only a second after Harry pulled out that Draco pushed his way roughly inside me.
“Ahhhh!” I screamed and Harry came and cradled my head as Draco fucked me.
“Shhh, it’s alright Princess. Let Sir fill your pretty little cut with his babies and then you can cum again.” Harry soothed.
“Fuck I love you slutty littel cunt! It feels even better after it’s been properly painted.” Draco moaned and continued his fast and rough pace.
“Daddy! Sir!” I moaned and Harry gripped my hands.
“Looks like all we needed to do was fuck the brat right out of her.” Draco groaned.
“S-So good!” I moaned. Draco started playing with my very over-stimulated clit and I screamed as tears gathered in the corner of my eyes.
“Shhh, just a little longer Princess. You’re doing so well.” Harry said.
“Gonna look so sexy with a nice swollen stomach.” Draco moaned and thrusted deeper. My mind was finally all fuzzy and I felt like I was floating. I could hear Harry praising me and Draco moaning, but I couldn’t focus on anything properly.
“Fuck I’m cumming!” Draco moaned and stilled inside of me. I felt his cum fill me up and when it finally stopped he pulled out. Draco gathered his and Harry’s cum and pushed it back inside me with his fingers. I whimpered and struggled to pull away.
“Shhhh, gotta make sure it all stays in there. Gotta make sure you’re nice and full with our babies.” Draco whispered gently and continued fucking me with his fingers slowly.
“‘T’s too much!” I whimpered and Harry stopped Draco.
“She’s had enough.” He said and they both looked at me. Harry pulled me in for a hug while Draco was muttering some spells.
“Hey Y/N? Are you alright?” Harry whispered as I cuddled into him.
“Fine, Daddy.” I answered, sleepily.
“It’s Harry baby, Harry.” He said and I shook my head.
“Hey love, you’re all nice and clean now.” Draco said, joining us on the bed and also cuddling me. I shook my head and him and looked up at him with a smile.
“No Sir, I’m a dirty little slut.” I giggled.
“No love, you’re Y/N. You’re our precious girlfriend Y/N.” He said, gently rubbing my arms.
“Come back to us baby.” Harry whispered.
“I’m right here, Daddy.” I said, confused. Both Harry and Draco snuggled closer to me and started gently kissing my face all over.
“You did so good, baby.” Harry whispered.
“The best girlfriend in the world.” Draco said. I slowly felt myself coming back to my senses and blinked a few times, taking in my surroundings.
“H-Harry? Draco?” I whispered.
“Hey love, you did so good.” Draco said.
“Thank you.” I said.
“Why were you being such a tease tonight?” Harry asked.
“I just wanted you two to pay attention to me…” I answered and Draco sighed.
“All you needed to do was ask…” He said and kissed my head.
“But that was a lot more fun!” I giggled and they shook their heads.
does anyone else freak out when they’re reading fanfiction on their phone and someone randomly asks what you’re doing? i swear i panic every time and just say, “um uh- you see, I- uh…yeah just reading an article actually…”
summary;after spending the night of the yule ball with renowned slytherin, draco malfoy, you catch his eye at breakfast. the boy seems to be hell-bent on seeing into your thoughts, and so you let him — but now you think he might’ve seen too much.
word count; 1kgive or take a few words maybe like exactly 23 idk i don’t have specifics
content;use of legilimency and occlumency, sexual themes, choking if you use a magnifying glass, i really came for draco’s childhood trauma + mental issues… my apologies, mentions of love (gross but also will they,won’t they?).
a/n; this is a rewrite of “last night”, something shitty i made ages ago !! anyway absolutely brilliant title god my mind is so powerful ugh </3 food ??? breakfast. for ??? thought??? occlumency, legilimency !!! i’m so sorry, i rewrote pretty much every word(including this authors note, is it that obvious?) at 5:30 am, it’s not amazing, but i’m sleep deprived and on my period so safe to say i did tear up for absolutely no reason.
you and draco both said that you’d never speak of what ensued in his dormitory the night of the yule ball. and you obliged. and you both swore it would never happen again. and you nodded your head. it was a mutual, meaningful agreement, and post-orgasm, it had seemed like a brilliant idea. no consequences, no ties between you two, being from different houses.
but it was extremely difficult to stick to your word when your legs still ached from the night before.
and his breathy groans, hot air fanning over your ear as he railed into you senselessly, wouldn’t push out of your mind.
and the bruises trailing down from your neck to your waistline were constant reminders of his tongue tracing over them, blowing on them, teasing you to all hell.
every time you blinked, the images flashed beneath your eyelids.
every time you inhaled, you missed his hand squeezing over your throat, restricting air.
and merlin, any slight brush against your own skin made you jump, thinking of his body on yours, skin on skin, sweat, clammy hands, your arched back, the veins in his hands, his jaw, his collarbones.
in the great hall, you made your way to your table for breakfast alone, and gnawed at your bottom lip while playing around with the food on your plate, famished, yet still so full of racing thoughts and fresh memories. his hands on your thighs, the way he sighed your name, your nails digging into his back, leaving little crescent moons over it, and his shoulders, and his hips, too. again and again and again.
looking up from your plate to scan the empty room, your eyes met draco’s ones, his irises a stormy grey, pupils dilated, and you inhaled sharply, looking away. you’d gotten up early, as if it would stop suspicion rising if you seemed like you hadn’t had a long night. it seemed as if he’d done that too, sat alone just the same.
merlin, you could feel the burn of his gaze, it made your body freeze and your cheeks heat up. he was looking right at you, right into you. you could feel it, the thumping at your temple that wouldn’t cease, the throbbing behind your eyelids. he was attempting to penetrate into your thoughts.
as if he hadn’t penetrated enough of you within the twenty-four hours, for fucks sake.
in need of a distraction, you turned your attention to the fork still lazily dancing across your plate, the cold handle twirling beneath your fingertips. it didn’t feel fair, what he’d done to you. turning you into a mess, mind hazy. giving you a taste, then taking it away immediately, albeit that being exactly what you’d agreed on. and although he really had given you absolutely everything the night before (or rather, this morning), it still felt like a neverending tease, with all that need careening through your veins.
swallowing harshly, you straightened up in your seat, pulling at the hem of your skirt, playing with a loose, dark thread. christ, he was still trying. the headache never seemed to stop, so persistent, so demanding, a feeling you knew well through conversations with dumbledore. but this headache clouded your mind, unforgiving, begging to be let through. it wasn’t asking for permission.
looking up once again, keeping your body still and your breath steady, you stared right back. taught ruthlessly by your grandmother, you’d always kept your mind shut from peering intruders. yet he was so fearlessly determined that you could feel it through his magic, snaking its way right through you, searching for any slight weaknesses in your armour. a strand of white hair fell over his forehead as he tilted his head slightly, jaw clenching. he wasn’t giving up.
draco malfoy always had something to prove. he was always so sure of his own success, so much to the point of insecurity, of doubt. it was a troubling mix of brashness, arrogance, and cowardice sprouting from the child rooted deep inside him, desperate for assurance and acceptance.
but it wasn’t your pity that led you to allow him to break through.
it was your need for him to know something you weren’t so sure you could admit verbally. you were thinking of him. that was all.
so, you stared straight into the silver of his eyes and let him right in.
his hands digging into your hips. the sheen of sweat over his entire body, glistening. the faint bruises he left on your wrists. you begging him to go harder.
him obliging.
his eyes were clouded over, as if in a trance, flitting through your memories.
but using legilimency was as much a curse as it was a blessing. because he could feel everything you felt too. the lust, the want, the pain filtering through the pleasure. and he could feel every little thing you’d noticed about him; the mole above his left knee, and the other on his waist, and the few freckles beneath his eyes, and the scar he had just above his eyebrow that you’d never really noticed until you’d tipsily placed wet kisses over his hairline.
for what felt like hours, you let him in, until he decided he’d had enough.
he was blinking quickly, brows furrowed, pale cheeks now flushed pink. he clumsily stood up from the slytherin table, pushing aside his plate of food, and stormed, flustered, out of the room, much like the boy who’d kissed you the night before. all tongue and teeth, all desperation, all emotion. but it was just for the one night. that was all.
and you felt foolish.
because you realised, he’d felt everything.
that in those moments, you thought you might’ve even loved him.
the boy, all tongue, and teeth, and hands, all pale skin, all desperation. it was certainly something entirely worthy of love.
summary: Hermione felt like her feelings for Ginny wouldn’t be a problem. She could manage. Until she had to spend the summer at the burrow.
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Hermione fleetingly wondered if she was perverted. Surely, she must be. It couldn’t be normal to think as much as she did, or to think about the things she thought about.
What was even odder, to Hermione, was that she hadn’t thought like this before. Before, she closed her eyes before bed and tried to recall something she had learned during lessons that day. Or, she would be so tired from running around the castle all day that she could just fall into an easy sleep. There were no perverted thoughts before.
It had been raining all day. Hermione hated the rain. It made her tired and mopey, more irritable than usual when Ron said something stupid. On rainy days, Harry got between them to stop bickering from turning into day-long arguments. This rainy day, Hermione stayed to herself. She curled up in the common room with a book, a blanket pulled up to her chin and her legs pressed against her chest. Her eyes were heavy but she tried to read for as long as she could. After dinner, she went up to bed for an early night.
She was restless. Her mind was swimming, and she couldn’t recall a single thing she had learned that day. She tried to think of anything, the upcoming Quidditch season, her parents back home, her plans for the next day. Nothing could ease her mind. She ventured further, with a little embarrassment, to thoughts of Ron and Harry. She imagined Harry in that sweater he wore the other day, when he had just woken from a nap and looked soft and drowsy. His black hair was even more unruly than usual, spilling over his forehead. It looked soft, and Hermione had remembered wondering what it would feel like to run her fingers through it. She searched further into that, imagining if she had been sleeping with Harry, cuddled against his chest. What the fabric of his sweater would feel like on her cheek. She pursed her lips in the dark, coming to acknowledge that she would feel nothing more than brotherly affections for Harry. A giggle escaped her lips
She turned in her bed, trying to ease some of the embarrassment and distaste she began to feel at the thought of it. It was good to come to that conclusion, though. There was a week in her first year where she was convinced she was in love with Harry and would love him forever. Maybe seeing milk drool from his mouth and peas shoot from his nose on various occasions finally set those realizations in stone.
The silence was suffocating. Usually, at night she had the soft snores of Parvati and the quiet huffing and groaning of Lavender to distract her. The girls were still downstairs, though, and there was nothing Hermione could use to distract herself.
The next series of thoughts came to her without her permission, like water flowing down a stream. She saw Ron, Ron hunched over his homework, Ron shoveling food into his mouth, Ron in with swimming trunks at the Burrow. Hermione paused, furrowing her brows and considering this. She had always assumed that one day, Ron would mature and he would fall in love with her. That had been what Hermione had wanted. She loved the idea of Ron knowing her for so long, knowing all of her, and still loving her for it. Ron could see her obsess over school work, or he could argue with her and not back down, or he would see the smallest most vulnerable parts of Hermione and cherish them.
She imagined Ron holding her, the two of them laying in bed. She would turn over to face Ron, lips parted and eyes wide. It would be so delicate, white sheets with sunlight lighting the room. She imagined Ron brushing hair from her face, smiling softly at her. His hands would move down, to her neck, then to her shoulders. They would keep going, over her ribs and down to her hips.
Hermione moved in bed, laying on her side as she would if Ron were actually there. She moved her own hand down her body as if it were Ron’s.
Her small hand cupped her breast, the way she would like it, and she tried to imagine Ron doing it. It took her several moments, the image blurring or skipping in her head as she tried to put Ron to the action. Eventually, she gave up on what she wanted and imagined it was Ron doing what Ron would actually do. He would move with unpracticed hesitance, eyes searching for Hermione’s approval. She wouldn’t have the right expression on her face, Ron would get offended, then embarrassed. He would huff and move away, rolling his eyes and feeling emasculated.
Hermione groaned, rolling to lay flat on her back. She felt unsatisfied and disappointed. She wasn’t around any other boys as intimately as she was Harry and Ron. Not that they were any more than friends, of course. Boys didn’t interest Hermione. She thought they were untasteful, and oftentimes they were dumb. They didn’t like her, either. They were intimidated by her, or annoyed by her. Hermione thought on it and came to the startling conclusion that she was okay with that.
Hermione blamed herself, in the morning, for the previous nights’ dreams. She would have never dreamt something like that if she hadn’t made herself think of Ron and Harry like that.
She woke before everyone else, pleased to see that it was no longer overcast. The feeling didn’t last long, though, when she realized something else had gotten wet instead. Blushing furiously, she opened the curtains to her fourposter, crept to her trunk silently, and got new underwear and her uniform. She went to the showers, charming the curtain to stay shut, and tried to drown herself beneath the cold stream of water.
After the shock and initial embarrassment faded, she ventured down to investigate. Between her legs was a dull throbbing, easily ignored if she didn’t focus on it. However, what couldn’t be ignored was the wetness there. It wasn’t like water, it was thicker and clung to her skin more. She didn’t spend much time on it, trying to wash it away under the stream. What she couldn’t wash away, what she didn’t want to wash away, were the memories of her dream.
Red hair, spilling all over her bed like an exploded paint tube. Moving over her body like a sunset flooding through a window. Soft hands, sure and knowing, touching her exactly how she wanted. It was in flashes, nothing too vivid, except for one moment: Ginny, hovering above Hermione’s lower stomach, looking up with a wicked smile before ducking her head to kiss her way down.
Just at the memory, Hermione felt the throbbing pick up and more wetness between her legs. She noticed with creeping anxiety that she hadn’t felt any of this when imagining the boys last night.
-
It had been weeks since that dream, though Hermione thought of it often. She had no exams to study for, all done and finished with the highest marks in her class. Nothing to distract her from that smile, glistening with spit and lust before it went lower, and lower, and lower.
At first, Hermione wanted to forget it. She wanted to erase the memory from her head, try and think of Ron, or McLaggen, or even Neville. Any walking, living, breathing male that Hermione could think of. It never worked, always leaving her feeling disappointed and a bit annoyed.
So, she returned to the dream. She began to think of it often, and then she expanded on it.
Ginny, laying her down. Ginny, kissing her neck. Ginny, lifting her shirt. Ginny, taking off her own shirt. Ginny, moving her hands down Hermione’s body.
And that was fine. Hermione didn’t tell anyone, she didn’t have to. It was fine.
Fine, until she had to spend the summer at the burrow.
-
Hermione was enjoying hiding in Bill’s old room. Bill had quite good taste, though not an obnoxious sense for decoration like Ron. Bill’s room didn’t give Hermione a blinding headache just from the colors of the walls. It was neat and tidy and had a desk that Hermione could keep her summer reading piled on.
Occasionally, Hermione would go to Ron and Harry’s room. The boys would be lounging in there, windows thrown open. They’d be put out by Hermione interrupting them, at first, before they remembered she was the best at cooling charms.
But Hermione, as she usually did, found boys dull and stupid. She could only listen to Harry and Ron talk about Quidditch for so long before she retreated back to Bill’s room.
The hallways were scary. She was at risk of many things here. The hallways were free game for pranks. Mrs. Weasley had banned George and Fred from setting up pranks in their siblings’ rooms, but she hadn’t specifically said the hallways. She could also run into Percy in the hallways, where he was known to be running from the kitchen to his room to check for mail from the owl. Percy would always huff like he was too busy to talk, then block Hermione from passing so he could complain about all the work he had to do.
Then, there was always the risk of running into Ginny. It was stupid to call it a risk. Really, it was a miracle that Hermione had only managed to see Ginny during meals.
Hermione was worried she was offending Ginny by avoiding her since they were friends. But Hermione worried she wouldn’t be able to look Ginny in the eye if she had to hold a conversation with her.
The theory was tested when Harry began to talk about Cedric Diggory for too long and Ron became too irritable for Hermione to stand being in the same room with him.
Hermione had taken to charming a muggle fan to follow her, but in the hallway, she simply held it in her hand and waved it herself. Distracted by the bliss of silence and cold air, she hadn’t seen Ginny lean herself against the doorway of Bill’s room.
“Hey, ‘Mione,” Ginny had her arms crossed in front of her chest, pushing her chest together beneath the thin and worn t-shirt she wore. Hermione’s throat closed when she realized she had been looking, and her eyes widened when she realized she couldn’t stop looking.
“Hey, Ginny,” Hermione forced out, pushing her hair behind her ears as best she could. She tried to gather all her hair up into a knot at the top of her head, her neck feeling incredibly hot all of a sudden, but when she reached for a hair tie on her wrist, there wasn’t one.
“Oh, I have some in my room,” Ginny said, noticing Hermione’s reach for nothing. Ginny shoved herself off the doorway, moving past Hermione. Their shoulders brushed, and when Hermione turned to watch Ginny leave, Ginny had turned to look back. Hermione was almost certain Ginny had seen her eyes move the length of Ginny’s body.
Hermione tried to calm her breathing, not realizing when she started to nearly pant. She followed Ginny, into Ginny’s room. A past fantasy, one of the many she had been procuring recently, came to mind. Hermione, perched on her knees at the foot of Ginny’s bed. Hermione, wearing one of Ginny’s hand-me-down shirts that was too big on Ginny but tight across Hermione’s larger breasts. Hermione in her underwear. Ginny waking up to the sight of it. She would stretch her arms and blink away the sleep, seeing Hermione. Her smile would widen immediately, cocky and pleased, and she would act on it.
Now, in Ginny’s room, her throat closed again and she felt dizzy with want. She bit her lip and tried not to look at Ginny for too long, tried not to act oddly. Ginny was digging around her vanity, bending over to pull open various drawers. She perked, holding a large hair tie with a triumphant smile.
“I knew I still had it!” Ginny walked over to Hermione, “You left it here ages ago. My hair tie wouldn’t be big enough, but this one’s yours, so it should work.”
Hermione reached for the tie, but Ginny was already walking past Hermione and standing behind her. Ginny had grown a couple of inches, taller than Harry and Hermione but not as tall as Ron and the twins. Hermione tried to turn to face Ginny, but Ginny’s hands were firm on her shoulder blades.
“Let me,” Ginny said softly, moving her hands up to rest on the base of Hermione’s neck.
Hermione began to feel that familiar pulse between her legs, the simplest touch of casual affection setting her off.
Ginny gathered Hermione’s hair- all of it, which wasn’t an easy feat- and bunched it into a bun at the back of Hermione’s head. Stray, shorter pieces in the front wouldn’t stay back, falling to frame Hermione’s face. Ginny turned Hermione by her shoulders, looking slightly down at Hermione, and tucked the strays behind her ears.
Hermione’s lips parted, a hitched breath leaving them. Ginny was smiling, wide and friendly.
“Thanks,” Hermione said, forcing a smile and sidestepping Ginny as politely as she could manage.
Hermione had thought she could start to breathe normally, now that she had a clear path from here to the door. As long as she didn’t think of Ginny being inches away from her, within a step, she would make it out of this room without embarrassing herself.
“Hermione,” Ginny reached out and gripped her arm, pulling her back and keeping her in the room. “Are you okay? Did I do something?”
“I’m fine!” Hermione insisted, too enthusiastically for it to sound genuine. She cringed at herself, swallowing and attempting to compose her stature a bit before she continued. “You didn’t do anything, Gin, I promise.”
“You’ve been avoiding me,” Ginny’s hand was sliding down Hermione’s arm, resting on her forearm instead of her bicep. Her grip was loose, and Hermione could have pulled away if she wanted, and this made Hermione think of how little she wanted to pull away.
“Have I?” Hermione faked surprise. Hermione was an awful liar.
“If I’ve done something, tell me,” Ginny let go of Hermione, crossing her arms again. The house was hot, the shirt was white and thin, and Hermione swore she would see every outline of Ginny’s breasts. Hermione tried not to look, tried not to think of Ginny that way. Especially now, when Ginny was Hermione’s friend and her feelings were hurt and she was getting frustrated.
“You haven’t,” Hermione sighed, trying to hide the guilt from her eyes, “I swear.”
“Then what’s wrong? I know something’s wrong,” Ginny uncrossed her arms, and Hermione watched them fall to her side. Ginny’s breasts bounced slightly with the movement. Hermione swallowed.
“I’ve just got a lot on my mind,” Hermione admitted half-truthfully. She did have a lot on her mind. A lot of Ginny.
“You can talk to me, 'Mione,” Ginny reached out again, but Hermione adjusted her arm subtly so the move fell flat. Ginny either didn’t notice or pretended not to, and Hermione felt even more guilty. She just couldn’t stand for Ginny to touch her any more than she already had.
“I know,” Hermione gave Ginny what she hoped looked like an honest smile. “Thanks, Gin.”
Hermione thought about moving again, making another escape, but Ginny didn’t look resolved. She tilted her chin down, regarding Hermione through her lashes. She looked stubborn, like one of her brothers at the dinner table when Molly said no Quidditch after dark. Hermione couldn’t move, even if she wanted to, not with Ginny looking at her like that.
It was suddenly, and it weighed heavily in her chest, when Hermione realized it wasn’t lust at all. No, it was something much more, something that broke her heart and mended it at the same time: love. She was in love with Ginny. More love than a sister, or a friend. She wanted every part of Ginny, every morning and every night. Every breakfast, lunch, and dinner. Every tear and every laugh. It was scary and exhilarating, and Hermione wanted more than she had ever wanted anything else in her life.
Hermione’s face softened, dread and anxieties mixing into a blissful and awed expression instead. Ginny’s face turned hopeful, perhaps thinking Hermione came to her senses and would tell Ginny what had been bothering her. Hermione just smiled and sighed.
“Do you want to hang out tomorrow? Just us?” Ginny offered, hoping she could get Hermione to open up to her.
“Sure,” Hermione said, smiling wider. Something in her chest fluttered as it expanded with a deep breath.
“Okay,” Ginny trailed off, smiling and nodding.
Hermione was too distracted by her own feelings to see if Ginny was resolved this time. She turned and left the room, going back to Bill’s room and collapsing on the bed face down.
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Ginny’s idea of 'hanging out’, 'just us’, was creeping into Hermione’s room just as the sun rose.
“Hermione!” Hermione felt her shoulder being nudged, she groaned and rolled over to the assaulted side.
“Hm?” she asked into the darkness, eyes still closed.
“C'mon!” Ginny whispered, pulling Hermione out of bed by lifting her shoulders from the mattress.
Hermione felt herself being moved around the room, still half asleep, as Ginny asked her where various things were.
“Where’s that bathing suit? The yellow one?”
“My bathing suit?” Hermione repeated, rubbing the sleep from her eyes as she registered the setting moonlight spilling into the room.
“Yes, the yellow one. You look great in the yellow one. Where is it?”
“I didn’t pack that one,” Hermione mumbled, not awake enough to acknowledge that Ginny thought Hermione had a swimsuit she looked 'great in’, or the fact that Ginny wanted her to wear it, or the fact that she was actively digging through Hermione’s luggage.
“You didn’t?” Ginny groaned, still moving through Hermione’s things. “Well, what about the blue one?”
“Uh, yeah,” Hermione said, crouching down to look with Ginny. “Should be right here.”
Soon, Ginny had gathered Hermione’s wrap-dress, a cardigan, and her blue swimsuit.
“Take your clothes off,” Ginny said nonchalantly, holding these items out for Hermione to take.
“Ginny!” Hermione blushed, feeling the last bit of sleep leave her.
“Come on! I have plans!” Ginny insisted, shaking her hands a bit to urge Hermione.
“Can’t you wait outside?” Hermione asked, taking the clothes.
“Fine,” Ginny yielded reluctantly, gathering her own things before leaving. Before she shut the door, she stuck her head back in, “Hurry.”
Hermione let out a breath once Ginny left, shedding her pajamas as fast as she could and putting on her bathing suit. She was just wrapping her dress around her chest when Ginny slowly opened the door again.
“Ready?” she asked, waiting for Hermione’s protests to her coming in.
“Yeah, one second,” Hermione moved on from the dress and tried to tame her hair.
“You look great, let’s go,” Ginny wrapped her strong hand around Hermione’s wrist, picked the cardigan up from where Hermione had placed it on the bed, and pulled her out of the room.
Hermione watched Ginny walk ahead of her, avoiding all the creaking pieces of wood that Ginny did. Ginny ducked unexpectedly, and when Hermione looked to see why, she saw a tiny piece of string stretched across the wall. No doubt, one of the twins’ pranks. Hermione didn’t have time to see what the string was connected to before Ginny was pulling her down the stairs and out of the front door.
Now, in the orange light of the rising sun, Hermione could see that Ginny was carrying a bag with her. She could also see, with wide eyes and a dry throat, that Ginny wore a very, very small green bathing suit top and very, very small denim shorts.
Ginny hadn’t let go of Hermione’s wrist. As they walked, Ginny slipped her hand into Hermione’s.
They walked through the garden, avoiding the gnomes. Ginny didn’t say anything and Hermione was too busy watching Ginny to think of any language at all. They reached the small gate enclosing the garden, and Ginny opened the latch and pushed it open slowly. The hinges were old, whining at the pressure of being moved. Ginny pulled Hermione through, closing the gate behind them. They walked into the woods behind the house, following a somewhat beaten trail that the Weasley kids had made years ago. After many summers at the burrow, Hermione finally realized where Ginny was taking her.
The woods opened to a small clearing. The sun just barely peaked between the trees, casting long slivers of light on the ground. The trees were fully alive and blooming brilliant shades of green, vines wrapping around trunks and sprouting various flowers. Hermione was enchanted by this place the first time all of them had come; she spent hours looking at the plants figuring out which were magical and which were muggle. Some of the magical ones shimmered if they got caught in the right light, and some of them grew so fast that you could watch them move. In the center of it all was a bright blue pond. It was impossibly deep; generations of Weasley boys had spent days here trying to swim to the bottom, and they hadn’t yet.
Ginny came to the edge of the pond, setting her bag down and pulling various things out. She lay out a blanket, big enough for the two of them, and then started to remove her shorts. Hermione stood, still at the edge of the woods where Ginny had left her, and made eye contact with Ginny as she shimmied out of her shorts with an unabashed and inviting smile. Without looking away, Ginny jumped into the pond with a huge splash.
Hermione sucked in a breath and waited for Ginny to come up for air. She saw a flash of red hair burst through the water, a huge smile on her face before she even wiped the water from her eyes. With one look, Hermione was untying her dress, throwing it with Ginny’s shorts, and jumping in after her.
Ginny was floating on her back when Hermione came up for air. Hermione fought back her hair, pushing it out of her face. Her movements created little ripples in the water, causing Ginny to rock slightly as she lay. Hermione watched her, only her nose and eyes out of the water- like some sort of alligator. Ginny had her head tilted back, red hair crowding the water by her face. Her jaw was sharp, her nose sculpted perfectly, and her lips pulled into a carefree and permanent smile.
Ginny turned her head slightly, managing to keep it out of the water as she opened her eyes and caught Hermione watching her. Ginny smiled more, sinking back into the water and swimming over to Hermione. She stopped just inches away, Hermione could feel the water moving as Ginny treaded to stay afloat.
“Still got a lot on your mind?” Ginny asked, bringing a hand out of the water to push her hair off her forehead.
“Not really,” Hermione said, biting her lip.
“I knew this place would help,” Ginny smiled triumphantly, tilting her chin to keep it above water. “You always love this place.”
“Yeah,” Hermione mumbled, in a daze.
Ginny laughed softly and looked away from Hermione for a moment. She looked back, a twinkle in her eye. She started to swim towards Hermione, impossibly close, and tilted her body to move past Hermione. Behind Hermione, Ginny placed her hands on Hermione’s shoulders and pulled her back.
“Float,” Ginny said simply, urging Hermione back with her.
Hermione let go, tilting her head back and letting Ginny’s wonderful hands guide her into whatever place Ginny wanted her to go.
Ginny moved her hands from Hermione’s shoulders to her shoulder blades, pushing Hermione up and helping her float. She reached lower, moving to Hermione’s back. Hermione felt Ginny’s legs brush against, realizing Ginny had started to float beneath her. Their bodies pressed together, Ginny’s calves resting on Hermione’s ass, her thighs on Hermione’s lower back, Her breasts below Hermione’s shoulders.
Hermione moved slowly, literally testing the waters, and brought her arms in from where they were floating out beside her. She wrapped her hands around each of Ginny’s legs, starting at the calves. She slid them up as high as they could go, skipping over Ginny’s ass and landing on her lower back. Hermione pressed her hands against Ginny, bringing Ginny just slightly closer.
It had been too much. Hermione knew this. She knew it when she could feel the goosebumps rising on Ginny’s legs as she moved her hands up. She knew it when she felt Ginny stiffen when Hermione got to just below her ass. She knew it when she couldn’t feel Ginny breathing beneath her anymore when she finally stopped her hands on Ginny’s back. Ginny moved from under her, dunking herself beneath the water and bringing Hermione with her. She had her arms wrapped around Hermione’s shoulders, gently tugging her under. Hermione did, her body automatically falling now that Ginny wasn’t beneath her. Hermione felt her face flush as she thought of what Ginny was doing, a playful escape from a moment Hermione had made far too intimate.
When Hermione came up for air, she knew she was wrong again. Ginny was wrapping her legs around Hermione’s waist, leaving it to Hermione to keep them afloat. Hermione let out a surprised laugh, moving her legs and arms as Ginny stayed latched onto her. Ginny moved Hermione’s hair off her shoulders, guiding it through the water and watching it float.
Ginny finally met Hermione’s eyes, calm and happy, before Ginny’s eyes moved to Hermione’s lips. Hermione parted them in shock, her eyes moving around Ginny’s face. Ginny was still smiling, moving confidently in to bring their lips together.
They kissed, Ginny was kissing her, and the first thought in Hermione’s head was that the water was a little cold. She hadn’t realized it before, but before the sun had heated the pond, it was cold. She could feel her skin at alert, every touch Ginny made was heightened. Hermione couldn’t touch back, couldn’t stop keeping them afloat, but Ginny did enough touching for the both of them. She kissed Hermione thoroughly, angling her body up so she could kiss into Hermione’s mouth from slightly above her. Ginny licked at Hermione’s lips, drawing wanting whimpers from them both. Ginny’s hands cupped Hermione’s face, squishing her cheeks together. Then she buried her hands in Hermione’s hair, bringing them down to the base of Hermione’s neck. Ginny pulled away, starting to kiss gently at Hermione’s neck as her hands slid down Hermione’s sides. Her thumb dipped into the band of Hermione’s bathing suit, rubbing at the skin beneath.
Then Ginny was moving her hands, pushing them in the water to bring her and Hermione to land. Hermione let her. She’d let Ginny do anything. She wanted Ginny to do anything.
Ginny pulled herself onto the blanket, then reached out for Hermione. Not hesitating, she dragged Hermione onto her and then flipped them, pushing her leg between Hermione’s and slotting herself there comfortably. Hermione threw her head back, half in bliss and half in disbelief. She couldn’t believe this was happening, she almost wouldn’t believe it. She was back in Bill’s room, dreaming another dream.
Except, Ginny’s eyes were so bright, so awake. Her hands were more solid than any dream Hermione could create.
Ginny used her hands to press Hermione’s hips to the hard ground, and when Hermione gasped at the feeling, Ginny pulled back to look at her.
“Okay?” Ginny asked, staring at Hermione’s eyes.
Hermione could barely tear her eyes away from Ginny’s red, spit-covered lips. Her flushed neck and cheeks. Hermione arched her back and brought Ginny back down for another kiss as a way of answering.
Ginny complied, rolling her hips onto Hermione. Their skin was still wet, sliding together easily. Ginny was so soft, her hands so sure. Hermione had her hands at the hinges of Ginny’s jaw, her fingers digging into Ginny’s scalp. Above her, Ginny’s hair was spilling onto them. Hermione gathered it in her hands and pulled back, using the leverage to get to Ginny’s neck.
Ginny moaned loudly when Hermione began her onslaught at her neck. Ginny’s body sagged against Hermione, and Hermione pressed her leg solidly against Ginny. Ginny moaned again, beginning to rock against Hermione’s leg. Hermione was gasping, in complete shock that this was happening. Ginny laid atop her, whimpering softly into her ear and pressing featherlight kisses on her neck as she fucked herself against Hermione’s thigh. Hermione moaned just at the thought, feeling her own arousal.
Ginny pushed herself up, moving her leg off of Hermione so she straddled her completely. Hermione lay on her back, hands on Ginny’s thighs, waiting for Ginny to tell her what she wanted. Ginny smiled from above her, cocky and utterly pleased, and ran her hands up Hermione’s sides. She stopped just below Hermione’s bathing suit, running her fingers over the band slowly. Hermione watched her suck her bottom lip between her teeth, eyes roaming on Hermione’s body.
“Let me take it off,” Ginny requested, her hands already moving to the clasp in the back.
Hermione was nodding enthusiastically, causing Ginny to laugh slightly. Hermione shrugged off the suit, exposing her breasts to Ginny. She sat up, her own hands working on the back of Ginny’s suit. They were both bare at the chests, pressed against each other with enough space between them to look.
“God, Hermione,” Ginny said, one hand moving to cup Hermione’s breast. She pressed her palm against Hermione, slowly moving her thumb in circles around Hermione’s nipple.
Hermione moaned, entirely too enthused just by the idea of Ginny doing this. Her hips rocked up and into Ginny on their own accord, and Ginny smirked down at her.
“Mmm,” Ginny hummed, her tongue between her teeth as she lowered her head and put her mouth to Hermione’s nipple.
Hermione gasped, head tilted back and hands buried in Ginny’s hair as Ginny licked and sucked at Hermione’s nipple. Hermione didn’t even have the state of mind to wonder if this was something she enjoyed, if she liked the feeling of her nipples being touched, or if it was just because it was Ginny doing it. Hermione thought she would like anything Ginny did to her.
“Fuck,” Ginny said, lifting her head and adjusting their legs so they could grind against each other again. “Fuck, okay.”
Hermione sat slightly perched on Ginny’s thigh, her own knee pressed against Ginny. She could feel how hot and wet Ginny was, even through the bathing suit bottoms, and she had no doubt that Ginny could feel her. She rocked against Ginny, loud moans falling from her lips as Ginny began to lick her nipple again. She moved her hands from Ginny’s shoulders to Ginny’s breasts, palming them in her hands and using them to anchor herself. Ginny was rubbing against Hermione’s knee, chasing her high just as eagerly as Hermione was.
Hermione,“ Ginny moaned, eyes closed and forehead pressed to Hermione’s shoulder. "Oh gods, Hermione you’re brilliant.”
Hermione let out a loud and unexpected cry that ripped from deep in her abdomen, unable to stop it at the little praise from Ginny. Ginny noticed, turning her head into Hermione’s neck so her mouth was closer to her ear.
“You’re so hot. 'Mione, I’m gonna cum just from this, just from you. You’re gorgeous.”
Hermione pushed herself faster and harder against Ginny, biting her lip as gasping breaths escaped her. Ginny licked Hermione’s neck, kissing her softly one last time before Hermione came on Ginny’s thigh. Ginny moaned just as loud as Hermione did, looking down at where their bodies connected. Ginny saw the wetness leaking from Hermione’s bottoms onto her thigh and felt her hips shake as she let herself go.
Hermione started to lift herself off of Ginny, reaching for her dress or top, but Ginny’s hands were still on her, lowering her onto the blanket. Ginny tucked herself into Hermione, pressing her back to Hermione’s bare chest to be the little spoon. Hermione wrapped her arms around Ginny and pressed her lips to the base of her neck.
“That was okay?” Ginny whispered.
Hermione hadn’t realized how loudly her heart had been beating in her ears, how loud Ginny’s moans and whispers had been, how loud she had been. All she could hear now was the rustling of the trees, the birds waking up and chirping.
warning/s;angst to fluff, mentions of pregnancy and post partum depression
word count;4.4k
summary;fred leaves you on the day you were supposed to tell him that you were pregnant with his child. three years later you see him again, and secrets are unearthed.
a/n;feedback is very, very welcome! i just love reading them aaa this was such a weird thing to write bc i wanted it angst but it’s not angsty enough so watch out for more angst deuces
“i don’t understand, freddie. why are you—”
“[y/n]! that’s enough!” your boyfriend furrowed his brows, blowing out an exasperated breath that had you feeling offended. he ran a hand through his already unkempt hair before meeting your eyes. “don’t you getit? i’m done. we’re done. we’re through.”
there was no emotion behind his words. no meaning. nothing that told you of the two years you’ve spent together. and to be perfectly honest, even if you wouldn’t admit it to yourself, you expected this. deep down you knew he’d fallen out of love somewhere along the way.
