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dracoxgeorge · 2 years

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Chefs kiss❗

sweet cherry | remus lupin !

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content warning: slight stalker!remus, pillow humping, male masturbation

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Remus couldn’t remember when he had begun to look at you.

Perhaps it had been back in your first year attending Hogwarts University when you shyly sat down next to him in your potions lesson. Your skirt was too short and you shifted uncomfortably, tucking one of your legs under the other at the knees, closing them tightly. Remus couldn’t help but let his eyes linger on your soft skin, trailing down to your cute, frilly white socks with little embroidered cherries and back up to the rising hem of your skirt. He liked how you made an effort to conceal yourself all while showing far too much. You seemed innocent, your discomfort under his gaze made that evident. You brought your hands down to tug at your skirt, your eyes finding Remus’ as you have him a shy smile. He didn’t return it, he stared blankly at you for a long moment before turning his attention away from you and towards Professor Slughorn.

Regardless of when it started, Remus had since become accustomed to following you around with his eyes.

He had followed you into the library, eyes flickering above the pages of his recent read to your lively smile and precious giggle. You needed to size up your uniform, he wondered if you knew that. Your skirt was still far too short and your button up hugged your breasts tightly. It was common amongst muggleborn alumni to sport ill-fitting uniforms. Mary Macdonald was an example of that. And sure, you often had your cloak to cover you and keep you modest, but there were times - too many times for Remus’ liking - where you would be too distracted to keep up with it. You’d set it aside and prance around leaving little for the imagination.

Remus couldn’t fully say that he was bothered by it. While he wasn’t keen on the stares he’d catch being directed at you, he did enjoy the view of your knee high socks hugging your plush thighs, sinking into the skin and creating a slight indent. He knew they’d leave some sort of mark, a memory of the way they’d cling to you and kept you concealed. He often fantasized of ripping them off you and leaving kisses on the marks they’d left.

Your skirt did little to hide your panties as you bent over, giving Remus a glance at your pretty little cunt covered in your delicate panties. Your puffy pussy looked so beautiful pushing against the fabric, aching to be released. He could only imagine how beautiful your puffy cunt would look sinking down on his cock, squeezing him tightly.

You were a virgin, he knew. Rumors had run rampant in your second year. You had refused to sleep with Amos Diggory, claiming you had yet to be deflowered. He had run around the day following your date, boasting about how he had popped your sweet cherry. His blood boiled as Sirius recounted the story over supper, he resisted the urge to aim his dinner knife straight towards his head and steal you away to his own bed.

That was until he had found you crying in the corner of the library where you stood now, your best friend at your side as you sobbed that it wasn’t true. You were too scared to even have his fingers invade your little hole. Remus felt a wave of satisfaction knowing you were still his innocent little virgin.

Presently, your hands rested on the table, holding up your weight as you lifted yourself off the ground using your arms and your core. Your legs were crossed as they lifted off the floor, your pink panties poking from under your skirt as you spoke to your friend. His eyes were glued to your soft skin, sun rays entering the library and illuminating your figure.

Remus quickly looked down at his book, as you scanned the room. Your feet returned to the ground and your friend gathered her stuff to leave. He shuffled his feet under the table as he felt your gaze land on him. He appeared to look concentrated as he tried to memorize the feeling of the burn of your stare on him. Your friend called out to you and your eyes snapped away from him. A chill ran up Remus’ spine.

You left the library and Remus kept his eyes down for a few extra minutes. As soon as he knew the coast was clear, he looked up and gave your now empty table a quick glance. His eyes landed on a blue fabric laying over one of the chairs. He squinted to get a better look. It was your tie.

He looked around the room, ensuring no one was looking as he stood and took long strides towards the table. Tucking the tie into his bag, as inconspicuously as could. His felt an electric wave run up from his hand as he touched the soft fabric. The tie had touched your skin, it had been held in in your delicate hands, wrapped around hour pretty neck… Oh.

Remus yearned to feel it under his fingers and around his whole body. Wishing to be completely engulfed by the scent and feel of the tie, a likeness of your body.

He headed straight for his dorm, sneaking past Peter and James who sat in the common room playing wizarding chess together. He bursted through the door and kicked off his shoes. He inspected the bathroom for signs of Sirius. None.

He grasped the tie as he dove into his bed and shut the curtains, mutter a quick spell to sound proof his bed. He ripped his shirt open, not bothering with half the buttons. He unbuttoned his pants one hand as he wrapped the tie around the other tightly. He pulled his pants down, his cock springing free. He hadn’t realized he’d gotten so hard. With his focus now on his cock, he felt the painful ache of desire. His thumb rubbed against the fabric around his hand, he shivered.

He took his free hand and wrapped it around his base. He let out a moan, taking his hand up and down. His head fell back as he raised the hand with your tie and held it to his nose. It smelled of sweet cherries.

He remembered the same saccharine scent lingering around you like a cloud of hypnotizing sweetness. In your second year, you had forgotten your textbook. You bashfully asked Remus if he would mind sharing his own. He nodded as he looked at you, the sun acting like a halo over your head. How could he say no to you? You smiled brightly, thanking him with your sugary voice. You moved your seat closer to him, stopping when you were elbow to elbow. Your sweet scent filling up his senses at your proximity. Similar to how it was now as he inhaled the fragrant smell.

His hand tightened around his cock as he groaned. He pumped quickly, yearning for a release. He tightened his grip even further, almost painfully so as he reached the tip. His mind wandered to your lips wrapped around your cherry flavored candy. Hard candy, gummy candy, lollipops. You sucked so gleefully on them, the red staining your lips. He groaned, he needed more.

He moved towards the head of his bed, situating himself above his pillow. His cock hit the pillow and he let out a shaky breath. He took the tie and draped it over his shoulders, the fabric caressing his scarred skin. He began to thrust into the pillow, flashes of your perky ass and tits, your hair, your bright eyes, your supple skin, your delicious aroma.

He let out a growl after a particularly rough thrust, his mouth reaching down to bit your tie. He held it in his mouth as he mercilessly thrusted into the pillow, thought of you filling in entirely. He could only imagine your honeyed moans and cries as you writhed beneath him in pleasure. You’d beg for him to slow down, but he wouldn’t. Too caught up in the feeling of your puffy pussy.

He came as he bit down harshly on the fabric. His eyes shutting tight and a final flash of your sweet self in his mind.

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dracoxgeorge · 2 years

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Guys.

I don't know why I'm just realizing this but I've never written for Remus or Sirius, so uh im gonna get on that😼😼

#remus loves sirius #remus lupin #remus x sirius #remus x reader #sirius x reader #sirius black #harry potter smut #mauraders #marauders smut

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dracoxgeorge · 2 years

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Okay but I think we can all agree that it's like a red flag if they don't like Andrew Garfield OR Ben Barnes 🚩🚩🚩

#andrew garfield #ben barnes #mauraders #harry potter #remus loves sirius #remus lupin #sirius black

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dracoxgeorge · 2 years

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Puppy Love | Draco Malfoy

A/n: Hii! Thank you all for your patience with me lately, so uh as a reward, here is a drabble I put together while listening to the smiths :) More works coming, just been feeling pretty unmotivated lately, but again, thank you all for your patience! Not proof read!

Hogwarts au

Draco x Reader

wc- 647 Warnings- slight cursing, but really just fluff! Not my gif!!

It started in fourth year, you and Draco had become friends. It was odd, you being in Hufflepuff and he in slytherin, but you made it work.

It began one evening, mid October, after dinner. The two of you had met in the library after being assigned partners for charms.

He’d pulled you into an abandoned corridor after finding out you two were partners and asked to meet alone in the library, to which you agreed.

You didn’t appreciate the fact that he didn’t want to be seen with you, or so you thought. You had assumed it was just the Malfoy prejudice against any other house, and you were right to assume that seeing he’d only ever been seen around mainly pureblood Slytherins.

You had sat on his left side, pulling some parchment, your quill and a book out of your bag and began reading through your study book.

“I’m willing to do the writing if you're able to do the presentation.” You told him, already writing on the parchment.

“Yeah, sure.” He answered blandly.

Draco was in his own world as he stared blankly into nothing. He could hear you muttering some words under your breath, though you were not loud enough for him to be able to make out your words.

“Would you stop doing that?!” He spoke roughly.

“Oh I’m sorry for distracting you from your precious things?” You snarled at him. “Whats up yours?” he whisper yelled as Mrs Pierce looked up from her desk.

“Excuse me for interrupting your daydream then.” You scoffed. Malfoy was always one to get on your nerves, yet you’d always find yourself staring into his ethereal blue-grey eyes.

“Fuck off, okay? Like I'd ever want to work with you out of everyone else anyways.”

“Mind you, it wasn’t much of a choice on my end either. I’m nearly finished, I had a head start at lunch, so it would be greatly appreciated if you could let me work in peace, christ.” You sighed. And with a roll of your eyes, and you shifting to the next seat over, came something you’d never thought you’d hear.

“Sorry.” He murmured. You could sense sorrow and slight shame in his words. You’d now sat across from him. You looked up to see Malfoy’s head cemented on his book.

“What was that?” You giggled.

“I know you heard me, I’m not saying it again.” He sighed.

“You know, I’ve never heard you apologize to anyone, like ever.” You said, honestly.

“That's because I haven’t, not usually at least.” He replied, dryly.

“And what's so special about me then, Malfoy?” You started to get cocky, on purpose that is. You leaned over the table, looking up at him through your lashes.

“Don’t call me that.” His dry remarks flagged you, he didn’t seem to be as intrigued in the conversation as you were, but you just couldn’t help yourself.

“Well that's your name, isn't it?”

“Call me Draco, please.”

You couldn't help but smile.

You got up from the table, and made your way around it to where he sat. Just as he looked up, your hands found themselves on his cheeks, holding him delicately.

“What are y-” You cut him off with a soft kiss placed gently on his lips, it had taken him by surprise but not long to catch on as he was soon kissing you back.

After you pulled away, you couldn’t help but stare into his eyes as they shone in the light of the library. You instinctively rubbed your thumb on his cheek in a caring manner.

“You have beautiful eyes.”

Those were the kindest words you’d heard leave his mouth, up until now at least.

Now you were sitting in your shared home, watching him play with your daughter, happier than ever.

To think it all began with a little bit of puppy love.

#Draco Malfoy #draco malfoy fanfiction #draco lucius malfoy #draco imagine #draco malfoy fluff #fluff #HarryPotter #harry potter fluff #hogwarts au #draco x reader #draco x you #draco x y/n

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dracoxgeorge · 2 years

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Heyy guys, yeah sorry about my like 5 month long break lol but i’m writing again and have Draco smut on the way!!

#Draco Malfoy #draco malfoy fanfiction #draco imagine #draco malfoy angst #dracomalfoysmut #draco malfoy x reader #draco x reader

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dracoxgeorge · 3 years

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Trouble | Dream x reader (18+)

Va/n: This is my first dream fic, and i’ve only seen a few streams so my apologies if it sucks lol. this ones pretty long! so be prepared! I went a different direction with this one, but i hope you guys ike it!

Hogwarts au!

requested? Yes/no

Dream x slytherin fem!reader

summary: You and Clay get into a few slightly awkward but nonetheless arousing situations and you need to be punished for your actions.

wc: 5.4k

warnings: smut, cursing, manipulation kink, orgasm denial, slight bdsm (binding hands together) mentions of blood, choking, oral (male receiving) female masturbation, and Draco kinda being a creep, please lmk if i missed anything!

(not my gif)

You were currently in potions class. Your desk partner had been your friend and co-Slytherin, Clay.

“What would you imagine Snape has for us today?” You asked, awaiting your professor's arrival to class.

“No clue, I heard one of the Ravenclaws say Snape is now teaching sex ed.” He answered. The light smile and dimpled cheeks were swapped with a mix of worry, surprise and confusion.

“I mean, I’d expect this from McGonagall, but Snape? He’s such an awkward guy, and with his awful voice as well,” You groaned.

“Theeese aaare the falloppiannn tubesss.” Clay mocked, You attempted to hold in your laugh but inevitability failed. Your face scrunched up in disgust of the thought, while still laughing.

Your eyes opened from an elbow to your side, “Ow!” You exclaimed before he’d nudged his head to the front of the class, seeing Snape placing some papers on his desk. “Oh,” You whispered, while Clay struggled to keep a straight face.

While the rest of the class showed up and took their seats, with a wave of Snape's wand, papers began flying onto each desk.

Once they’d reached your seats, both of your eyes flew to the papers.

It had the format of muggle tests, only it was a list of four questions:

Is your partner sexually active?

2.Does your partner masturbate? And if so, how often do they masturbate?

3.How often does your partner think about sex or sexual activity?

4.Has your partner ever given or received oral sex?

“Professor, what does any of this have to do with potions?” Hermione Granger had asked. You felt bad for the poor girl, she’d been sitting next to Ron Weasley, who was currently in a relationship with Lavender Brown - you’d have to be completely blindsided to not notice her crush on him.

“If you’d like, you’re able to leave, only you’d lose 5 house points and two letter grades for Potions class. If you really would not like to participate please head to the Great hall.” He answered in a rather demanding tone.

Everyone watched, eager to not lose any house points. The slytherin house was eager to win the house cup, so it’d already been established that none of your housemates would leave. That would be cowardly.

The Hufflepuffs on the other hand, it was two of them. Susan Bornes and James Krukes. There were only a few sighs from the hufflepuffs before the pair walked out.

“Now we shall begin. Everyone please fill out the questions on your parchment with the person beside you, and bring them to my desk once they’re completed.”

With that, everyone was off, only it was incredibly awkward and the tension that lied in the room you were able to cut with a knife.

“Hi” Clay said, “Hi,” You spoke, unable to make eye contact, you looked back down at your paper.

“This isn’t awkward.” Clay stated, you bit the side of your cheek, trying to divert the forming rosey blush that began warming your face.

“No, it isn’t, so don't act like it is because then it will be.” You contorted. You hated when it was awkward between the two of you. It ended up in silence, but nowhere near a comfortable silence, it was awful.

Though, you had to admit, you had been finding it awkward since the papers were handed to you. You and Clay had a relationship kind of like Ron and Hermione’s, only Clay isn’t with anyone and he probably knows how you feel.

You could only hope he didn’t .

You tried not to make your ‘crush’ on him very noticeable, but that was difficult when Clay was…. Clay. The only thing you had on your side was the fact that he was pretty oblivious in most situations.

“I don’t see what the last question has to do with sex ed, tell me if your uncomfortable, then if you want we can leave.” Clay said, examining your paper to see if it had been identical to his, which it was.

“Okay. Uhm Clay, are you sexually active?” You asked.

You trusted Clay, but you weren’t going to actually tell him if you were uncomfortable, there was no way you were going to lose Slytherin any more points this year on your behalf.

“Well, yeah, are you?”

It was something about his words that just made your blood boil, but it was still none of your business, so why should you care? That was a question that, for now, you don’t have an answer to.

“Yeah.” You answered, watching him clench his quill with a soft smile on his face while he wrote down your answer.

You were no virgin, but you didn’t sleep around. Sure you had your romantic affairs but there were very few. That didn’t mean you didn’t know what you were doing though.

With a deep inhale, you wrote down his answer, neatly, if I may.

“D’you masturbate, deary?” You teased, watching him roll his eyes at you.

“Yeah.” Clay was very blunt, as if he had a limit of words he was allowed to say.

“Well then, how often is that?” You asked, sure to not make eye contact by strictly looking down at your paper.

“3 to 4 times a week.”

His answer didn’t entirely shock you, so in return you just nodded and wrote it down.

“How often do you masturbate?”

“Bold of you to assume I need to masturbate at all, Clay.” At this point you’d just been trying to piss him off, and at the rate you were going, it was really only working in your favor.

“Jesus, Y/n, just answer the question.” You looked up with fake sympathy while he stared absentmindedly at his paper, it was obvious he was jealous.

“Once, maybe twice a week.” He glared up at you through his eyebrows before writing it down. ‘that was hot’ You thought.

“I don’t know how to answer the next question, I mean what teenager doesnt think about ‘sexual activity?’” You asked rhetorically, using air quotes.

“The ravenclaws probably. I would assume they're too busy trying to get good grades to think about anything non-school related.”

His laugh was bittersweet, music to your ears yet hard to hear over the butterflies erupting in your stomach.

" I guess I'd have to say a few times a day, and you?"

"A couple times a day." You answered, shyly, looking back down.

"Are you sure you're not uncomfortable? We can go."

"No, I'm fine. So, have you ever given or received oral sex, Clay?"

He gave an awkward nod, while he pursed his lips.

"Give me your paper." You ordered.

His face scrunched in confusion, while you stole his paper from him.

You quickly filled out the rest of the questions on his sheet, and pushed your paper over so he could do the same. Why hadn't you done this sooner?

"Professor?" You asked, raising your hand.

His eyes connected with yours, and so you proceeded to say "Me and my partner are finished."

"Hand in your papers, and you are free to leave, Mrs. Y/l/n."

You did as you were told, and so did Clay, following right behind you as you left the classroom.

The following week, there was a quidditch match, Slytherin vs. Hufflepuff. So, here you were, currently cheering on the Slytherin team but also, Clay in particular.

“Pansy, look! Draco’s nearly caught the snitch!” Daphne yelled, your eyes snapped to Draco who had his arm extended, only centimeters away from the snitch.

Your hands began gripping the stand in anticipation, eyes glued to the blonde boy. Suddenly a symphony of shouting and warnings were all that could be heard while Zacharias Smith, Hufflepuffs chaser, was only feet behind Malfoy.

Draco wasn’t exactly fazed, he kept his eyes trained on the snitch.

Your eyes wondered to a certain blonde who’s hair wasn’t nearly as light as Malfoy’s.

Clay was a keeper, you watched him block the quaffle that had been soaring towards him after a hard throw from Anthony Rikket. Luckily, he made it, hitting it away in a matter of seconds.

“Malfoy’s got it! Malfoys caught the snitch!” Was yelled into a microphone by Lee Jordan.

The stadium was now overcrowded by cheers, barely any boo’s, that is unless the Hufflepuffs had just been incredibly quiet.

Minutes passed and the stands were now being fled, so you as well, made your way down to the locker rooms to congratulate the team.

You searched the sea of students for Clay, but were only met with Malfoy.

“Oi, Y/n, you here to congratulate me?” Draco asked, leaning his side against the wall while sending you a wink. You eternally rolled your eyes at his exceptionally creepy remark.

“Of course,” You began while you caught a glimpse of Clay who’d been looking at you, out of your peripheral vision. “If it weren’t for you, we wouldn’t have won, so yeah, congrats, Malfoy.”

Clay hated Malfoy, so you saw this as an opportunity not to miss out on.

“I deserve a reward, don’t you think?” He asked with a knowing smirk. You peeked up, seeing Clay clenching his jaw.

“Absolutely,” You answered, looking up at him through your lashes, and sliding your hand up and down his forearm.

“I’ll see you at the party later then,” was all you heard before being dragged into the dungeons.

It was quiet the whole way there, with an exception of Clays uneven breathing.

“What are you doing?” He asked, well yelled, with a scowl painted on his face.

“I have no idea what you're talking about.” You lied.

“With Malfoy?”

“Well I’m sorry, but as far as I'm concerned, I don’t belong to you, and you have no control over who I talk to.” You spat.

Suddenly you’d been pushed back against the wall, Clay's large hand being placed gently on your throat.

“We’re not just friends and you fucking know it.” And as if some common sense had just washed over him, his hand left your neck, and ran through his hair.

You were left silent. That was merely the hottest moment of your entire life and now it's over, and to say you were flustered was a bit of an understatement.

“I-I have prefect duties, I have to go.” And he left without another word, leaving you all hot and bothered. Now this wouldn't be much of an issue if you had your own dorm, but it was because you shared a dorm with Pansy Parkinson and Daphne Greengrass, leaving you with zero privacy.

With no one in sight, you rubbed your thighs together in hopes to create some sort of friction, but the throb between your thighs only came back worse.

Being friends with a prefect had its advantages, one of them being that you know all about the castle and its hidden passages and restricted areas.

You’d known about the perfect girls bathroom for a while, but not very many others did, which left it empty on most occasions, so that's where you went knowing that you’d get some privacy to relieve yourself elsewhere.

It took you about 15 minutes to get there seeing you’d been coming from the dungeons, and in those 15 minutes the ache between your legs grew immensely.

Once getting to the bathroom, you muttered a quick silencing charm along with a locking spell.

You sat a few feet away from the door in a semi comfortable corner. Your hand trailed up your stomach, groping your breasts and pinching your now hardened nipple, while you let out a breathy whimper.

Your hand was now sliding under your skirt, taking in a sharp breath while you felt your dampened underwear. Your middle and ring finger ghosted over your entrance, sending goosebumps strolling down your limbs.

Oddly, the only picture coming to mind was Clay. You could remember the feel of his hand on your next, only turning you on more.

It was a glare, all you were able to see were frozen pictures of clay from over the year.

One of the things you loved most about Clay were his eyes, they’d glisten in the light no matter his emotion, and in the dark they’d shimmer, nonetheless were they gorgeous, if given the opportunity you’d stare into them for hours on end.

You moved your panties aside, not very willing to expose yourself to any ghosts that could appear, Myrtle especially.

Your middle finger slid up and down your heat, gathering your arousal before pushing in, slowly. A sigh of relief left your mouth while you were engulfed in ecstasy.

You thrust and curled your one finger before adding another, accompanied by a moan. Your fingers curled while still pushing in and out, searching for that one spot that made your back arch and toes curl.

Your chest heaved, still trying to find that one spot inside you to make you see stars. Your fingers were too small, to reach that specific spot at least, nonetheless did you feel amazing.

You were thrusting your fingers in and out at a slow but reasonable pace, biting down on your lip, nearly drawing blood.

You felt butterflies erupt in your lower abdomen as you pictured Clay wrapping his big hand around your petite neck.

Your fingers retracted, now paying some special attention to your clit.

“Fuck,” You muttered while the pads of your fingers rubbed delicate circles against your cunt.

Your other hand began delicately play with your breasts, rolling your now hardened nipples between your two fingers.

You let out a breathy whimper, now pushing your middle and ring finger back inside of you.

You heard a slight murmur before the door opened. You haden't made much noise, and you were positive that you’d locked the door.

You immediately removed both your hands, and attempted to brush out your robes.

Before you could protest, a certain blonde walked right in, spotting you in an instant.

“What’re you doing? You're aware this is the girls bathroom, correct?” You asked in a harsh manner.

“It is? I couldn’t tell.” He answered with his classic ‘witty’ sarcasm.

“What’re you in here for, anyway?” You asked with nothing less than a scowl cemented on your face.

“Looking for you, what else would I be doing?”

“Why would I have a clue? Maybe you're just a creep who likes to go looking in the girls' bathrooms.”

“Oh please, we both know that aside from moaning Myrtle, this bathroom is always empty.”

You replied with no more than a sigh, trying to express to Clay your annoyance with him.

“How mature of you. Why are you here anyways?”

You thought for a moment, not wanting to tell him that you came in here to wank off, nonetheless to him.

“For…. privacy, yeah.” You answered, now awkwardly rubbing your neck.

“Is that why it you stink of sweat and your face is flushed?”

Your heart dropped, “I have no clue what you're talking about.” You said with the best fake confused face you could portray.

“Yeah right. Don’t think I didn’t see the look on your face before I left, speaking of, I actually came to apologize.”

Your brows furrowed in confusion, real confusion this time.

“I mean I kind of assaulted you, I have every reason to be sorry. And I did get pretty jealous for really no reason, and I’m sorry.”

“I’ve already forgotten, besides, it didn’t feel like much of an assault.”

It was only after you said this that you’d realized your mistake.

A grin began to form on Clay’s face, while he rolled his tongue over his cheat. “So, in that case, you wouldn’t mind if I did it again?”

“Depends. I mean I don’t think I’d like you to come up to me out of the blue and begin to choke me, but in other situations then perhaps.” You answered. The throb between your thighs once again failed to cease, only growing stronger.

“In what kind of situations, Mrs. Y/l/n?” He asked, leaning against the wall you’d sitting on.

“You’ll see.” You answered once again, throwing a wink at him before standing up, and pushing past him to leave.

“Where are you going?” Clay shouted at you from down the hall, and in return you turned around, still walking, and shrugged before turning back around and making your way to the girls dormitories.

When you were in the bathroom with Clay, you remembered that the Slytherin house was throwing a party to celebrate their win.

You might as well make this fun.

Once you’d gotten back to the dorms, you showered and put on some light makeup, not that you needed it, and changed into a beautiful silky dress, accentuating your curves and complimenting your skin tone, eyes as well.

You matched that with some classic black converse and saw that the time, and made your way to the common room.

You were greeted by a few friends, and congratulated 5 of the seven quidditch players, the only two missing being Malfoy, and Clay.

You spotted the platinum blonde, and only because of your good heart, decided to go congratulate him.

“Malfoy,” You said, tapping his shoulder, you could see the scowl on his face when he turned around, only to see his face soften when his eyes made contact with you.

“You’re probably tired of hearing this, but once again, congrats on the win. You guys did amazing.”

“You guys? If it weren't for me we wouldn’t have won at all.”

Now was the time where you mentally cursed yourself for going to see him in the first place.

"Well, quidditch is a team effort, so maybe not just you, but again, congrats. I hope you have fun." You retorted, leaving to the table that held all of the alcoholic beverages.

After pouring yourself a drink, you saw who might just be Clay, standing in a corner, lightly sipping his drink.

Your eyes met, and a light smirk made its way to his lips.

You walked over to him, hips swaying slightly, and you watched as he licked his lips, placing his bottom lip between his teeth.

After making your way over to him, butting through the crowd of students, and finally in earshot, he whispered "you wanna get outta here?"

It was more like a statement, you shook your head at his offer and answered with, "Well I've only just arrived."

"Common, don't act like you weren't just over there flirting with Malfoy, of everyone."

"Excuse me?" You scoffed, rolling your eyes.

"C'mon, do you think I'm that daft? Because I'm not." He answered with a sharp, familiar voice.

"I was congratulating him, just like I came to congratulate you, so yeah, maybe you are daft." You spoke, turning to leave.

A cold hand gripped your wrist, pulling you in a spinning motion into his chest.

"Do you really wanna play these games with me, dear? Or do you just wanna get this over with?"

"Get what over with? If your referring to what I think you are, then I quit, scumbag."

You told yourself to be angry, biting your tongue, trying to be angry but you couldn't. His determination and nonetheless the nickname he'd just called you, made your insides flutter.

"Call me a scumbag, then, but if that's the case then maybe you're just a tease, leading me on."

"Fuck off, I am not. I'm simply just trying to have some fun."

"Really? Maybe I'll have my fair share of fun. I'm sure daddy dearest wouldn't like to hear about how naughty his daughter is, and especially all of your rulebreaks? Would he, hm?"

Your jaw dropped. He wouldn't. Would he?

Clay turned you two around, his back now facing the party instead of yours.

He let go of you, and his tall figure began backing you into the wall. You looked up at him, taking a deep breath when he pushed a piece of hair behind your ear.

"I fucking hate you."

"I beg to differ."

"Would you really do it? Tell my dad?" You asked, now facing the floor as shame washed over you.

"I guess we'll just have to wait and find out, won't we."

"Merlin, Clay." You sighed, rubbing your temples, and examining your options.

You pushed past him, walking straight up to Draco, turning him around and pressing your lips to his. He was shocked at first, but almost immediately eased into the kiss.

You let his tongue dive into your mouth as teeth clashed, before harshly being pulled away.

"Have fun, Malfoy!" You yelled with a devilish smirk on your face before your attention was turned back to Clay, who'd led you out of the common room and into the closest broom closet he was able to find.

"Why are you such a fucking brat? Is it so hard to act decently?"

"Well, no, but what's the fun in that?"

Clay smashed his lips onto yours, tearing away his shirt, and stopping himself before unzipping your dress.

"Knees, now." He demanded, and you happily obeyed, biting your lip at the thought of what was to come.

You began to unbuckle his belt, bringing his pants down to his ankles.

You could clearly see the outline of his hardened cock through his boxers. You brought your hand up, and began to rub him through the material, earning a long frustrated grunt from Clay.

You brought his boxers down to his knees, his cock now standing tall, red and leaking pre-cum.

You brought up just two of your fingers, collecting the pre-cum on the pads of your fingers and taking them into your mouth.

He groaned at the sight, "something wrong? I can sto-"

"No, keep going."

You did as you were told, spitting on your hand before beginning to stroke him, paying special attention to his tip.

"Fuck" he groaned, while you kitten licked his prick, before licking a long stripe up his cock.

"Such a fuckin' tease," he moaned, while you jerked him off.

"Do something about it." You said, looking up at him through your lashes, seeing how his eyes had now grown dark in contrast to how vibrant they'd been that morning.

"Or really," he spoke, barely audible. "I'll do something about it." Just as he'd finished his sentence, he grabbed ahold of your hair and pried your mouth open, shoving himself down your throat, making you gag.

"You wanna be a- fucking- brat, hm? Then I'll- fucking treat you- like one."

He said, between thrusts.

You felt tears begin to form, just as his thrusts began to get harsher.

He gripped your hair every time his balls would slap against your chin, you on the other hand trying your best to hold in the gags.

His unoccupied hand cupped your face, while his thumb gently caressed your check, in such a sweet manor, while he fucked your face like a fucking whore.

"Fuck, you feel so good," he groaned.

You looked up at him once again, to find him in a beautiful state.

His eyes were squeezed shut, head thrown back and he'd been biting his lip a little too hard, you saw a bead of blood begin to fall from his lip.

You moved one of your hands to his thigh for balance, and used your other to draw gentle circles on your clit, relieving some of the tension that's being held between your legs.

Clay noticed this and grabbed your arm, interlocking his fingers with yours, now both of your hands occupied.

"So you wanna touch yourself like a slut, hm? Need help remembering our manors?"

With his cock still shoved deep down your throat, all you could manage was a slight nod.

Your tongue landed on the base of his cock while his thrusts became sloppy.

"Keep going, just like that," he breathed. You pulled off as soon as you could once his prick began to twitch.

He opened his mouth to speak, but using your pointer finger, you shushed him.

You began to strip, starting with your already unzipped dress and just barely got your bra off before he began caressing your body.

"You're beautiful." He stated, just above a whisper.

He kissed your lips, your jaw, down to your neck and smothered your tits in open mouth kisses, surely to leave marks.

You let out a moan at the sensation, and he began to take off your panties. He threw them somewhere in the room, and took off his tie.

Just as you started on the buttons of his shirt, he pushed you back into the wall before flipping you around so your stomach was now on the wall.

Your hands were being tucked behind your back, as you felt the silky material of his tie binding your hands together.

"Tell me you want this," he whispered against the shell of your ear.

"I- yes I want it, please, Clay, fuck me." You answered.

You felt Clay's tip teasing your entrance, slipping down to your clit and back again.

You pushed your lower half back, pushing him in slightly, you hissed at the sensation, as did he.

Clay pushed into you, completely bottoming out. He gave you no time to adjust to his size before he started slamming into you.

His thrusts were fast and deep. He pulled out almost completely before pumping right back inside of you.

Clay grabbed ahold of your now bound hands, pulling at an angle which left your upper half being pulled back.

His hand shifted to sit on your neck, gripping harshly while pulling you back, and kissing you.

His tongue dove into your mouth immediately, and bit down on your bottom lip.

You could somewhat taste the blood from biting his own lip.

"mm- good girl, you feel so good squeezing me like that"

You tried to speak, but your sounds were only muffled by his hand.

"Aw, have I fucked you dumb?" He taunted.

You, once again, were muffled by his strong hand.

"Come on, be loud, get us caught."

Your stomach fluttered at the thought. Adrenaline ran through your veins, and you were scared but in the best way.

You two could so easily be caught, and with filch wondering to make sure students aren't out of bed past curfew, it was actually pretty likely that you'd get caught.

A moan flew past your lips, though not so much with ease.

The only sounds that could be heard was skin slapping and your guys' moans, and too with the exception of some thumps every now and then.

Your legs began to stammer, and you could feel your high approaching. Clay noticed this, and his arm left your neck and hooked itself around your waist, efficiently keeping you up.

His other hand was still occupied with his tie.

At the rate Clay had been pulling you were almost certain that it would untie sooner or later.

You could feel the tip of Clay’s cock brush over your cervix, making your jaw fall open, yet no noise left your mouth.

Your absurd noises now fell free, nothing holding them back.

"Kiss me," you murmured. Clay scoffed, rolling his tongue in his cheek.

You angled your head back, lips slightly parted as he kissed you.

The kiss was sweet, it made you feel warm. His other actions, not so much, as he continued to pound into you.

You could feel the bulge that trailed in and out of you. You looked down to see the faint bulge.

You looked at your stomach in slight adoration, while you'd still been dazed out of your mind, none of your prior affairs had had this effect on you.

"Something wrong?" He asked, slowing his movements.

His eyes trailed down to what you'd been looking at and a wicked smirk appeared on his lips.

The hand that had been holding you up moved to push down on the bulge, your sensitive skin pressed down on his cock, sending shivers down your spine along with moans from both of you.

His hips slowly pulled out, gently pushing back in while his hand rested at the spot he hit when he was completely inside you.

The sensation made your eyes roll.

You let out a shaky breath when he repeated his actions. Slowly but surely his action got faster.

"Fuck, Y/n, I'm close"

"Me too,"

His hips began snapping into yours, his one hand pushing down on your flesh and the other now circling his middle and ring finger on your clit.

Your body began to jerk as your orgasm began washing over you.

Pure ecstasy rode through your veins while your legs shook and your core tightened.

Clay let out a loud, choked out groan, as his prick twitched uncontrollably. He continued to thrust, drawing out your orgasm just as his reached its peak.

He pulled you close to him, as close as he could get you. He started to fill you with his cum, spurt after spurt until it stopped.

His cock continued to twitch while he leaned the both of you against the wall behind him, keeping himself buried deep within you.

The closet was quiet, the only sounds being both of your heavy breathing.

"Woah" you murmured.

"Yeah, Woah." He copied.

"So uhm I think it's time we head back"

"Yeah, yeah I guess."

"D'you mind?" You asked, stepping away from him and motioning for him to look down at your still tied hands.

"Oh, yeah, of course."

While he untied the knot, you decided to fill the now uncomfortable silence.

"I didn't know that was something you were into."

"I kinda didn't either. It was a spur of the moment kinda thing."

"Oh, cool"

He laughed at your response, and you felt your hands fall to your sides.

You looked down at your wrists, they were red and had a small feel of carpet burn dancing on your skin.

After glancing at the irritated skin, you began searching for your clothes. Clay followed your actions.

Once the pair of you were finally dressed, and you'd managed to somewhat smooth out your hair, you opened the closet door.

You took a peek outside, making sure to look out for Filch, especially.

"No one," you said, looking back at Clay who'd been standing directly behind you.

The two of you walked back to the dungeons, luckily the party had nearly come to an end having a mere 20 people left chatting with one another.

Clay stopped you just before you could make your way up the stairs to the girls dormitories.

"Well that was nice." He said, rubbing the back of his neck.

"Yeah, it was."

"I'm not gonna waste anymore of your time, but would you like to take a trip to hogsmeade with me?" He asked. His posture and gaze held nothing but confidence, as if he knew your answer, but there was a hint of nervousness that hid in his voice.

"I dunno, it depends, do you plan on blackmailing me anytime in the near future?"

"Well, no."

"Then yes, I will go on a trip to Hogsmeade with you."

You gave him a peck on the cheek before leaving him alone and flustered.

You'd pay good money to see the look of surprise on his face one more time.

a/n: I hope you enjoyed! have a good day/night <3

#dreamwastaken #dream smut #dream smp #hogwarts au #i dont know what tags to put #Harry Potter Smut #dreamwastaken fanfic #dreamwastaken smut #dream smp smut

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I love this sm

Everything felt cold | d.m

Summary: The lines were so blurred, you were scared there was no ending. But when you found it, everything was cold.

a/n: i’m sad today so y’all have to be sad w me. i already said i’m making a pt 2, pls don’t comment asking for one.

You were confused. Confused. Hurt. You were a lot of things right now, but your analyzing thoughts overpowered each one.

Because, surely you should have seen this coming or at least predicted that this predicament would not end well.

You were so blind, getting lost in the pleasure, that you ignored the consequences.

It should have never happened. You were both tipsy, both oozing of arrogant confidence.

And he kept looking at you. Looking at you, a way a friend shouldn’t look at another friend. His eyes hooded and smirks given, that held a promise of something more.

Then, later that night, you found that something more was hidden in his sheets.

It should have stopped there. One night could have easily been written off as a drunk mistake. But you kept finding yourself in the silk sheets of draco malfoy’s bed.

A friendship becoming easily defined as one with benefits.

Benefits that left you desperately searching for air. That left you drowning in desire.

It was all very simple at first. You fucked, until the tension was released— either in an empty classroom or each others dorm when they were empty— then you would both leave without a word.

But the longer the days went on, the blurrier the lines got.

He started staying after. Laying in your bed for a couple hours, making sure you were okay, cleaning you up. And when you found yourself in his bed, “Can you stay?”

And you did stay. You stayed until you fell asleep in his arms, waking up with jumbled feelings each time.

The longer time went on these benefits felt more like advantages. Some part of you felt as if you were on top of the world, knowing the fact that you got to know the sounds draco made.

You had got lost in him. The silkiness of his sheets, his wandering hands, his kisses filled with fervor and the sweet whispers exchanged in between.

You became so lost, that you didn’t even know when you started hiding your love for him behind the word ‘benefits’.

The lines becoming so blurry, you were desperately searching for the end point.

Because the longer you hid your feelings, the lonelier you got. And you tried to disregard it, not ending your hours spent with draco.

Ignored the loneliness taking over your life, until even the sex with draco could no longer help it. It only worsened it, making you realize just how far away from you, he really was.

Yet, you still did nothing to stop it.

No, he had done that himself.

You were walking to his dorm, with the determination to find out how exactly blurred these lines were. You were set on answers.

And all you got was a heartbreaking realization.

Lifting your hand to knock, the door swung open before you could.

Your head held high, lowering with the sight seen.

“Oh, sorry. Didn’t see you there.” A girl laughed, moving past you. You didn’t even process who she was, too distracted.

It didn’t take a genius to know what had happened in that room. Not with her hair a mess, clothes disarray and those marks on her neck that were taunting you.

“Y/n?” Your attention turned to draco as he called for you. His voice casual, like this is something he does all the time. Maybe he does.

You felt sick at the sight of him. You had thought only you got the honor of seeing him become undone, seeing him look the opposite of a pristine malfoy. You were sorely mistaken.

Your eyes dragged down to his neck, filled with love bites. Your stomach twisted, it was such a possessive act, one you never did because of that fact.

“Sorry if i interrupted.” You finally filled the silence, voice void of emotion. You weren’t sorry. He didn’t seem to notice. If he did— you couldn’t tell.

“No worries,” His hand went to his hair, running through it. “we just finished.” He breathed a laugh, careless of the effect he had on you right now.

You forced yourself not to flinch at the pictures of draco with another girl in your head. Although you had little left to imagine after seeing the aftermath of them both.

“Did you need something?” He asked, leaning casually on the door frame. So fucking casual. You could see inside his dorm, his bed just in sight, it looked no different from the nights you laid upon it.

You look up at him, staring at him a couple seconds longer, not knowing what to say.

“No,” You shook your head, eyes set on his. “i don’t need anything from you anymore.”

And maybe your tone was bitter or harsh because he blinked, hurt and confusion clear on his face.

Good, you’ve become very familiar with both. It was only fair.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” He asked, dumbfounded.

“It means exactly what i said.” You answer, already turning around. “I don’t need you.”

You left, leaving him to figure it out on his own.

You let yourself drown in your awareness then, that somewhere between the nights where limbs were tangled in sheets and bodies were learned— benefits turned to pleasure— to a spurring feeling of dread due to the unknown of what would come next.

You were never good with coping. You tended to act out rashly when your feelings were hurt— your ego wounded.

Maybe that’s why you ended up pushed up against a wall of some random broom closet by terrence higgs.

You focused on the thrusting of his hips and his hot breath on your neck. Closing your eyes, letting the cold wall on your cheek, cool you down.

You never really cared for him— never paid him too much attention. But you needed a distraction from another blonde— one with hair colored of limestones.

And terrence was attractive enough. But that wasn’t the reason you chose him. No, terrence tended to kiss and tell and that’s exactly what you wanted.

You wanted draco to know that you didn’t need him. Or at least think.

To think that he was replaceable, even if you were currently comparing the boy inside you right now, to him.

You wanted him to feel at least half of the hurt you felt, when terrence would gloat about just how good you were for him.

A cold hand clamped down on your wrist, dragging you into an empty classroom, was what fed your satisfaction. A sign that terrence, indeed told.

He pushed you into the classroom, harsh enough to make you stumble. You scoff at him, unamused.

“You shouldn’t treat a lady like that.” Eyes narrowed at him, matching his. “Didn’t your mother ever teach you manners?”

“You call yourself a lady?” He laughed, amusement replaced with venom. “With the way you’re making your way through every guy in hogwarts?”

Your jaw clenched, teeth gritting, hard enough you were scared a tooth might chip.

“Even if i was doing that, which i’m not,” Tone sharp, laced with venom, slytherin shining through you both. “it wouldn’t make me less of a lady.”

His mouth opened to say something back, an ignorant insult resting on his tongue, you cut him off.

“And what would you call yourself? Aren’t you doing the same thing?”

“I’m simply having fun.” He shrugged, although his shoulders were tense, long gone was the casual demeanor.

“Well then, i’m simply having fun too.” You mimic, shoulder bumping him on your way out.

His hand found your wrist once more, pulling you back into the cold classroom. “Terrence higgs?” Voice laced with disgust and something else you couldn’t quite place.

“You don’t hear me criticizing who you fuck.” You pull your arm from his hold, crossing them over your chest, you didn’t want him touching you. Everytime he did, you seemed to fall back in his hold, tugging against all your self restraints— just to feel his hands on you.

His eyebrows raised, surprised at the straightforwardness.

“It’s not the same.” He copies your stance, moving to lean against the door. “Terrence is-“

“Frankly, i didn’t ask nor care for your opinion.”

His jaw ticked, he never liked being interrupted, it made him feel belittled. And there was nothing draco hated more than appearing unimportant.

“You could do better.” He forced out, seeking to refrain from saying something that would have you walking out of this room and never returning.

“And who would you define as better?” you asked, exasperated.

“Me.” He stated, tone sounding like it was an obvious answer. You should have known he would say that.

“Yes, but i’ve already done that, haven’t i?” Your head tilting, goading him.

“You’re speaking in past tense, like you weren’t just in my bed yesterday.”

Your chest compacted in with the reminder. You loved him, but you swear you hated him right now.

“That’s because i wasn’t in your bed yesterday.” You tutted, masking your hurt. “Can’t even keep track of who goes in and out of your room.”

He shakes his head to himself. He really did forget. You weren’t sure if that made it hurt more. Or made everything better, knowing the fact that the other girl was not worth remembering.

“Doesn’t matter.” It did. “You’re speaking as if we’re over.”

“There was never anything there to be over with.” You forced out.

He flinched. If you didn’t know any better, you would have thought that he seemed hurt by your words. That couldn’t be possible though.

“So,” He swallowed heavily, you watched his throat bob up and down with the motion. “all this time, it meant nothing to you?”

It meant everything to you. Everything and so much more.

“Nothing at all.” You say, but the harshness was gone, from both of you.

He nods, running his thumb over his lip.

And because you couldn’t help yourself, “And you, was it nothing to you?”

It meant everything to him. Everything and so much more.

He looks at you, eyes filled with so many emotions, you couldn’t possibly decipher them. “Nothing at all.”

You were both stubborn liars.

Slytherins were known to have self-preservation. Protecting yourself from harm and that’s exactly what you would do to each other. Harm, until there was nothing left of you both.

He left then, leaving you in the cold classroom.

Everything felt cold.

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Hiii ☺️ just wanted to say I just found your blog and love your work ❤️

Draco and George are so yummy 🤤

Omg thank you <33 I'm so glad people like my work! uhm praise draco and George??🛐

HOW IS THIS MAN SO FINE???

Okay but like- HOW

#george weasley #draco malfoy #weasley supremacy #lovely anon

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Learning| George Weasley

A/n- Im so sorry to whoever requested this for getting it out so late, my grandpa has been in the hospital- but im back on my feet and requests are still open! Thank you for the request! I hope you accept this with my apology!

Warnings : oral (female receiving), kissing, swearing and pretty much just fluff! Summary: George wants to learn something, but he needs your help. (I suck at summarys.)

Pairing: George weasley x fem!reader

You and George had been friends since 2nd year, you'd helped him and his brother distract a teacher for a prank and became nearly insuperable since.

Though, you were quite fond of George especially, you loved the way his eyes glistened in the sun, how the corners of his lips were tugged up after he'd see you.

You wouldn't go as far as to say you had a crush on the boy, but sure you'd flirt with him, a lot. and you wouldn't mind it if he liked you back

You loved being friends with the twins, they were immensely funny, never once would they fail to put a smile on your face.

"hey Georgie!" You called, throwing your arms over his shoulders, encasing him in a hug.

"mornin' darling, how are you?" He asked, motioning for you to sit beside him in the great Hall.

"Lovely, now at least. Angelina and Katie have been nagging me all morning to go to hogsmeade with them after classes today. Are you free after dinner?" You questioned, obliging and taking a seat beside him.

Fred was seated on the left of you, while their younger brother Ron and the youngest, Ginny, sat across from you.

"Only of that means we'll be alone." He answered with a suggestive wink.

"Oh, absolutely."

You had just left for Hogsmeade with Angie and Katie.

"soo, Yn, Fred told me you and George are going to be hanging out alone after dinner."

Angie said, nudging your arm with her elbow in the process.

"Uhm yeah actually, but he's always making things sound so, well you know, suggestive in any way he can.” You replied, while a pink tint flooded your cheeks.

“But that’s just George being George.” You continued.

George was a very flirty person, flirting with everyone, though he’d never managed to speak very clearly with you. He would stutter and cover it up with ‘oh uh sorry I breathed in wrong.’ and disregarded it like it was nothing.

You found it funny how you’d known each other for so long and he still became flustered with just your knee grazing his.

You and George had talking about ‘things’ before only you’d never even thought of going through with it, scared it would ruin your friendship. So instead you’d just joked about it as a way to cope with the loss of what has the potential to be an absolutely mind blowing relationship.

You two had kissed once or twice, but nothing more. The two of you called it ‘practicing’.

But there was something else George needed to practice.

George had recently been gifted a flip phone from his father, so instead of letters taking forever being delivered, and longer to get a reply.

Aurther had in fact given everyone in the family a phone, and so George has every one of his family members numbers.

ring

“Hello?” Bill answered, confused as to why there was no name.

“Hey, Bill, Its me, George.”

“How are you George, how are classes lately?”

“Uhm pretty good actually.”

As the pairs conversation sounded as if about to end, George made his move.

“Bill, I have a question. I’ve been meaning to ask you for a bit actually.”

“I’m all ears.”

“well, I wanted to know how exactly to go down on a girl.”

Bill paused, he was taken back for sure, but that was almost completely exceeded at the need to be excited for his little brother.

“First, might I ask who the lucky lady is?”

“Y/n, we had her over for Christmas last year.”

“No shit, looks like Fred owes me a few galleons.”

George’s face contorted into confusion, “You guys bet on us?”

“Yeah, even mum and dad had a go at it. Let me tell you, the tension was unbelievable, I remember it like it was yesterday. But besides the point, you guys only started snogging now!? Man, I assumed it started last Christmas.”

“Gee, thanks. So, can you help me?”

George was incredibly happy he didn’t need to have this conversation in person.

“I can try. It’s different for every women, George. I’d assume you know about the female anatomy?”

George nodded, forgetting for a second that he was on the phone. “yeah.”

“Her clit, make sure you’re paying attention to that. And don’t just, you know, lick it, you need to suck on it too, common misconception. Oh! Finger her as well, girls love that.”

George was very concentrated, as Bill continued, making sure to take notes in his head.

You had gotten back from hogsmeade after buying a beautiful set of lingerie. It was underwear and a bra, both black with white lace lining.

You knew right then and there that it was what you were going to wear under your clothes with George tonight.

After you had changed and made the girls promise to stay out of the dorms, you made your way to the great hall where you knew George was waiting for you.

“How was hogsmeade, gorgeous?” George asked, giving you no time at all to even sit down with him.

“Pretty good actually. What did you have going on?”

“Just- learning.”

You scoffed, “Since when does George Weasley willingly learn in his free time?”

“Well if you must know, I’ve found something that I’m quite passionate about.”

“Oh really? And what might that be Mr. Weasley?” You asked, taking a bite of your food.

“You’ll see.” He muttered.

All throughout dinner you couldn’t help but think about what might happen with you and George, until finally it had ended.

You guys had begun walking out of the great hall as you interlocked your fingers with his and lead him to the girl dorms, knowing full well it was empty.

You had made it to your dorm, sitting down on your bed, nodding for him to sit with you.

“We really are alone after all.” George said, sitting with you, watching as you lied down.

“Yeah, I guess we are.” you replied, watching him take off his robes.

“So, Georgie, what might you want to do all alone?” You asked slipping your robes off as well leaving the both of you in the rest of your uniforms.

“Well i have something in mind, and I know you know exactly what I’m talking about.”

“Oh really?”

“mhm.” He mumbled, laying down beside you.

“Hey George?”

“Y/n?”

“D’you remember kissing practice?”

“How could I forget.”

“I think I’ve forgotten d’you mind going over the material with me?” you asked with a wink.

“Who am I to deny you.” He answered, sending butterflies erupting in your stomach.

George chuckled softly at your now flushed cheeks before leaning in, you met him half way closing the gap between you two.

You knew exactly how to kiss George, after all you guys had practiced and not just once.

Your hands instinctively found themselves in Georges hair, pulling slightly earning a groan from him. To you, it felt and sounded like heaven on earth.

You hated to admit your small crush on your best friend but it was there, you could only hope that he felt the same.

after a near 10 minute make out, George pulled away.

“What’s wrong?” You asked while your face scrunched up in confusion.

“I’d like to try something knew, if its beyond your boundaries that’s totally fine and we don’t have to do anything,” He started, your heart was pounding, you were feeling a mix of confusion and excitement. “Go on.”

“I’ll get straight to the point, could I maybe go down on you?”

“I-Yes, please.”

“Um great, just a warning, I-Uh I’ve never done this before.” He added awkwardly.

“Don’t worry about it Georgie, I’ll help you.” You answered with a smile. You began shedding your clothing, one by one until you were in the sheer lingerie you had bought earlier today.

“You’re absolutely stunning, Y/n.” George’s comment made your cheeks visibly heat up. “Thank you George.” You said, biting back a smile.

You laid on your back in front of him, watching him crawl on top of you, giving you a small peck on the lips before moving down to your heat.

He slowly pulled your panties down, having you lift your hips to help.

“Just tell me if you want me to stop, alright, darling?” You nodded with a soft smile plastered on your face, watching him.

He licked a long stripe up your cunt, earning a groan from you.

George slipped his tongue inside you, licking and reaching everything he could while moans consistently slipped passed your lips. It felt as though their were dozens of cornish pixies flying all around your stomach.

“Fuck George, m-my-Fuck!” Just as you were about to instruct him, his tongue quickly slipped out of you and began kitten licking your clit. you felt sparks going off inside you.

Your body hips were moving relentlessly, so George moved his arm to sit on your lower abdomen, holding you down.

He gently sucked on your clit, before you felt something penetrate you, looking down to see he was simultaneously fingering you. You felt on top of the world.

George added a finger, and held a steady pace. He flicked your clit and began slightly nudging it with his nose.

He curled his fingers just slightly, hitting your g-spot and sending your back off the bed. He noticed how this motion effected you, so he decided to keep with that movement.

“Fucking hell, are you sure you’ve never done this before?!” You shouted, not caring whether or not anyone heard you.

You watched him look up, and with his signature cheeky grin and shook his head ‘no’. You felt those same pixies from earlier, you weren’t sure if it was the sensations his fingers were making you feel alone, or just the sight of seeing him in between your legs ( A sight you thought you’d only see in your fantasy’s) and with a wink dove right back in.

“Oh my god, fuck!” You yelled, gripping your bed sheets, positive you had somehow damaged the fabric. The words naturally slipped out of your mouth, as more sinful noises continued to tumble out of it.

“You like that?” George asked rhetorically, you nodded frantically with heavy breath.

“Yes, yes! Don’t stop Georgie, please don’t fucking stop!” George chuckled at your late reaction and sped up his fingers, he found that one spongey spot inside you, knowingly pushing on it, squeezing another moan out of you.

You had nearly screamed, muffling your face into the pillow.

“Fuck, George, I’m gonna cum! I’m gonna cum George!” You yelled, feeling the coil in your lower abdomen tighten.

Your body began involuntarily began grinding into George’s fingers and mouth. You felt his nose press into your pubic bone due to your movements but that didn’t stop you.

“you gonna cum on my face, hmm, deary?”

“Yes, yes, yes, please George let me cum on your face!” You pleaded.

“Go ahead darling, cum all over my face,” He breathed.

You felt as if your were about to burst, you needed to let go and George’s dirty words weren’t helping you hold it in.

“I’m cumming, Georgie, oh my gods!” You screamed, letting everything go.

your orgasm washed over you. You held your breath, muffling you moan into the pillow. Your muscles tightened and untightened, legs shaking while the rest of your body began to spasm.

George rode out your orgasm while your body jerked.

“You can come u-up now George.” you said, patting beside you for him to lay down.

“So, was that any good?” He asked, looking over at him you sent a lazy nod along with a smile.

“George, that was the best head I’ve ever received.”

“A-are you cold?” George asked, confused. Looking down you saw that your legs were still shaking after your incredible orgasm that had still been sending shockwaves through your body.

“No,” you laughed, “But if you wanted to pull the covers over and take a nap, then yes I’m cold.” You answered with a yawn.

“Of course, my love.”

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hiii! I love you’re writing, baby boy nearly killed me! Can I request a George fic where he asks one of the older Weasleys about how to go down on a girl and then he tests it out on the reader? If you’re not comfortable that’s totally ok!

AHH its been a month I think?!?! I am so sorry! I've been having some pretty huge family issues and I'm so sorry!!!!!!!!! Requests are still open!!

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Romeo & Juliet | Draco Malfoy

A/n: Hii, thank you guys for 56 followers!! Love you guys, I hope you enjoy this!!

Warnings: Angst? fluff, swearing, and crying. Please let me know if i missed anything <3

Summary: You get really insecure about Draco and Pansy’s play.

Draco x fem!reader

You and Draco had been dating since the beginning of 5th year, it's now the middle of 6th.

Professor McGonagal and Professor Flitwick decided that they wanted to do a school play inspired by the muggle book ‘Romeo and Juliet’ by Shakespear.

You had caught Draco reading the book once in the library, and you had thought he should audition when it was announced during dinner.

He has many of Romeo’s qualities, he's extremely handsome, clever, very loyal and though he doesn’t believe you, he can be very immature at times.

You did manage to persuade him to audition and he not so surprisingly got the lead role as Romeo. He beat not only Cormac Mclaggen but also Fred Weasley.

Draco desperately wanted for you to audition for Juliet, but you turned him down. You are pretty shy, only around people you don’t know though, you are very open with your friends.

There was a lineup of girls auditioning for Juliet which did manage to upset you knowing your boyfriend would have to kiss another woman while you watched.

Flitwick and McGonagal narrowed it down to 4 girls, Hermione Granger, Lavender Brown, Padma Patil and finally, your best friend, Pansy Parkinson. This surprised you because Astoria Greengrass auditioned as well but Pansy had much better acting skills.

You were happy for Pansy and Draco, you helped them both practice their lines together. Thats what led to now, you had finally made it to the kiss part without them making any mistakes at all.

“We should leave this for the show, right Yn?” Draco asked, silently asking for you to say yes. You knew that Draco more than anything felt guilty at even the thought of putting his lip on someone else's.

That too made you queasy. Day and night your mind would wonder, what if he catches feelings for her after the kiss and falls out of love with you. Or what if Pansy falls in love with him?

Maybe for them it would be more than just a kiss and they keep doing it behind your back. You have no clue what's going to happen but can only hope for the best and prepare for the worst.

By preparing for the worst you just tried to spend more time with your boyfriend as if it could end, but you kept your head held high.

You and Draco were cuddling in his prefect dorm, you had been on your side while you had your leg draped over his middle.

Dracon was reading a novel, you tucked your head into the crook of his neck while your mind continued to wonder once again. I tear slipped down your cheek, as a small quiet sob escaped your lips.

Draco put his book down, looking down at you.

“What's wrong, love?” He asked, you turned up to look at him, quickly wiping the tear away.

Your eyes met, you watched him examine your features. Another tear slipping past your eye. His hand moved to your face, caressing it with his thumb while wiping the tear away.

“It's nothing, get back to your book.” You suggested, your hand began playing with the hem of his loose black t-shirt.

You took a deep breath, inhaling his scent as if it were the last time you would do so.

“Is it about the play? If it is, I hope you know Pansy is nothing more than a friend to me.” He whispered softly, kissing the top of your head.

“No, no, I want you guys to do good, I’m excited. I mean Saturday is only two days away.” You replied, cherishing the feeling of his warmth.

“That doesn't tell me why you're crying,”

“I’m not, just tired is all.” You answered, hoping he would buy it, which he did.

Draco knew something was off, but he didn’t want to push you nor make you feel forced to tell him.

Draco is very clever when it comes to you and how you feel. He can somehow always sense when or if there's something wrong. But he never wants for you to feel like you need to do something for him or to please him.

You are a people pleaser to say the least.

“Okay, did you want me to move over or are you comfortable?”

“I’m fine, goodnight, my love.”

“Goodnigt,” He whispered back.

It was Saturday afternoon, the play was to begin after dinner. You wanted to be excited yet the thought had your stomach turning.

You heard rumors flying around you left and right, “did you hear, malfoys breaking up with yn”, “Draco cheated on her”, and “Pansys gonna take him”. You would be lying if you said it wasn’t getting to you.

“Hey, Draco, how are you feeling?” You asked, Draco was reading over his lines, pacing back and forth.

“I-i’m fine, you're not supposed to be here, please, leave. Me and Pansy need to practice.”

ouch

Considering you had just seen Mrs. Parkinson, and Astoria you knew he just wanted you gone. Were the people right? Maybe he was just a little too stressed.

You did just as he asked, and without a word walked out. Unfortunately you walked right into Mrs.Malfoy.

“Oh Yn, how are you? Have you seen Draco?”

“Oh, yeah I just saw him, but apparently we’re not allowed to go in there. He just asked me to leave. So how have you been, where is Mr.Malfoy if you don’t mind?” You asked, with a light smile.

“Unfortunately he couldn’t make it. But we’re doing okay. Has Draco asked you about Christmas break? We wanted you to come see us.”

You gave her a confused smile, why wouldn't he ask you?

“Oh, uhm yeah, but I’m not sure if I’m able to go just yet, I would love to see you though.” You answered.

“That’s okay, well I’ll see you in there.” You gave her a nod and left to see your friend Amara.

“He told you to leave?” She asked, you nodded eagerly.

“Yeah, and he didn't tell me about Christmas, what if what everyones saying is true? What if he actually leaves me?” You asked, your words full of hurt and discomfort.

“Yn, he’s not going to leave you over a stupid kiss, espeacially with someone he knows your insecure about. And Christmas is probably just a coincidence.”

Amira stated, trying to relieve you, but it only slightly helped.

But who could blame you? Everyone around you is talking about what they think is going to be happening. You were allowed to have your doubts.

It was time for the play.

You braced yourself for what is to come, wearing one of Draco’s black hoodies, making sure it was a long sleeve.

You made your way to the great hall, finding a seat next to Luna and Neville.

“What's wrong, Yn?” Luna asked, once you took your seat. You shook your head, putting a gentle smile on your face.

“Just a little nervous is all.” You answered, adjusting yourself, scanning the room for a blonde.

Your eyes landed on his, you watched as he hugged his mother, Pansy standing nearby.

“I can see that you're sad, has Draco done something?” She asked again, very innocent and softly.

“Not yet, but that's okay. I guess I just have to play the waiting game for now.” You murmured. Neville scrunched his nose in confusion, but he decided not to question you.

“Okay, well I wish the best for you and whatever it may be going on.” Luna continued.

You envied Luna. She is an amazing person, she has a golden heart. There is not one bad or even half bad quality that you’ve noticed came along with her. People find her to be weird and tend to stay their distance, but she is so lovely. She sees things differently for sure, yet she always manages to stay so positive. You adored everything about her.

“Thank you everyone for coming. Please enjoy Hogwarts' first play and our interpretation of the muggle play ‘Romeo and Juliet.’” Professor McGonogal stated, stepping off the stage and beginning the play.

You watched the play go on, you were not only impressed but also extremely proud of your boyfriend. However the not couldn’t be said for Pansy. You hated seeing her as the enemy and attempted to shake out that part of you.

You watched intently in awe as Draco and Pansy portrayed the characters very well.

You watched the way he held her and looked at her, just like he looked like you. He’s acting, that's all it is, you thought.

Pansys long brunette hair swayed on top of her shoulders, you could never deny that she was beautiful. She had many boys wrapped around her finger, she could pull anyone she wanted with barely any effort.

This is it, you thought. You could only watch. You studied Draco’s expressions. You could see through most of his emotions, and watched his face contort between passion and an awfully awkward look.

You watched him put his acting to work, instinctively discarding the face of awkwardness and replacing it with passion and intimacy.

He leaned in, as did she, and closed the space between them.

A tear fell from your eye, you felt as though your relationship had just come to an end. You had been practicing plea’s for Draco to stay since you found out about the kiss, which now you had worked out by figuring out which one exactly to use.

Although you had been contemplating what could or could not happen in your eyes. Thats when it hit you.

He could actually leave.

Draco was your oxygen, he was the light of your life and though you had only been dating for just over a year, he made you significantly happier than you were able to make yourself. That man has made you feel things you were never able to feel with anyone else, mentally and yes also physically.

You felt over the moon whenever you were around him, you were ecstatic just getting a look at him, and oh how he could get you flustered. You couldn’t believe your ears when Draco asked you for Hogsmeade. You couldn't imagine a world without him, you went as far as to imagine a future with a man you’ve watched from afar for years. You loved him dearly and to think that he even considered leaving you at one point or another made you want to throw up.

Tear after tear streamed down your cheeks, you couldn't watch any longer so you decided to make a trip to the bathroom.

Once you got to the prefect bathroom, you slid down the wall and cupped your face in your hands and sobbed as if it were the last thing you’d ever do.

“Hey, knock knock, anyone there?” You heard a voice come from the other side of the door.

“Yeah, I’m done, sorry.” You answered, wiping your face with Draco’s hoodie, inhaling his scent as you did so. You stood up, opening the door to a very tall ginger who you knew as either Fred or George Weasley.

“Shouldn’t you be at the show?” He asked.

“Uhm yeah, which one are you?” You asked, looking him head to toe.

“George, and you are Yn,” You nodded at his gentle words.

You scooted behind him, and murmured “I should be getting back now, see you around.” Before making your way back.

Unfortunately yet somewhat fortunately, when you got back you saw that the show had ended and everyone was on the stage, bowing and saying ‘thank you’s’.

You saw Draco, up on stage holding Pansy’s waist. You caught his eye and watched his smile drop, making your stomach- in turn- drop.

He looked at your semi wet face and droopy mascara, flipping over what was supposed to be his happy night.

You watched everyone begin watching off stage, Draco walking straight to his mother, and Pansy to you.

“Hey, you did great.” You smiled full of sorrow. You watched her smile grow, making your heart throb.

“Thank you! Where were you, you left in the middle of the show, what happened?” She asked, a flood of guilt washed over you.

“Oh, I needed to use the bathroom. Sorry about that. But you guys did amazing!” You exclaimed. A deep blush flooded Pansy’s cheeks.

“Well I’m going to go see my mom, talk to you later.” She said, walking away leaving you stranded, students absolutely everywhere.

Suddenly, you felt a very familiar hand wrap itself around your wrist. It held three silver rings, which burned into your skin.

He pulled you away, to the back of the room, he moved left and right dragging you along with him. Finally he found his mother, bringing his arm around your waist to greet her.

“Draco, darling, you did phenomenal!” She said, leaving her son with a faint blush and beautiful smile plastered on his face. You were stuck admiring his features.

“Thank you mother.” He responded, you looked up at him, smiling. Looking back over at his mum.

“Well, I should be on my way, my dear, talk to you soon, love you.”

Draco nodded, whispering an I love you too.

She gave him a hug before making her way to the entrance of the school and apparating home.

Draco dropped the happy smile on his face, dragging you to his prefect dorm.

He gently pushed you into his room, shutting the door behind him. “Why’d you leave?” he asked, sitting on the edge of the bed beside you.

“First, you did absolutely incredible and secondly, I needed to use the washroom.” You answered, watching him sigh.

“You know I don’t like it when you lie to me.” He stated, in a very stern voice. You hated lying to Draco, but you couldn’t bring yourself to be honest.

“I’m not lying, why would you say that?” You asked, scrunching your face in fake confusion.

“Oh really? Is that the story you're sticking to?” You nodded confidently in response.

“Well Weaselbee told me otherwise.” You felt your heart drop, a frustrated sigh left your throat, you threw your head back trying to blink the new forming tears away.

“How much did he tell you?” You exhaled, why did George have to say anything?

“Why were you crying?” He asked, using his index finger and thumb to make you look at him.

“It’s nothing. No need to worry, Blaise told me they are throwing a party for you in the common room, you should go. You're the man of the hour of course.” You stammered, hoping the newly formed tears threatening to spill would just disappear.

“No, not until I get an answer.”

“Fine, look I’m sorry, just seeing you kiss her and look at her. Have you heard what everyone’s been saying? And your mother told me about Christmas, I just, I don't know. Maybe you’d be better off with Pansy, it seems to me that you two really are Romeo and Juliet.” You answered, letting out a choked sob and not even trying to stop the tears anymore.

“Yn, don't you get it. I don’t like Pansy like that, as a matter-of-fact I resent her. I absolutely hated having to work with her. She’s annoying and petty. I would’ve much rather had you to work with. You are the most amazing girl I have ever and will ever know, you are the best thing that has ever happened to me.” He started,

“And as for Christmas, It’s the beginning of November, darling, I wanted it to be a surprise. I need you to understand that I would never in eternity try to hurt you, I have only ever wanted to see you happy. I fucking love you and nothing will ever change that. It's you and me, we are Romeo and Juliet.”

It was true, never once had he told you a lie, and never has since. You guys really were Romeo and Juliet.

A/n: Sorry if this is absolute shit, but i hope you enjoyed it, thank you guys for 56 followers again! Requests are open!!

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