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oriengranger · 2 years

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Caught (Hermione Granger x Reader)

warnings: smut, mature topics

here you were, grinding yourself against your pillow as thoughts about Hermione filled your mind. you've needed her ever since you first laid eyes on her, she was the most desirable crush you ever had.

you kept yelling her name over and over again as you ignited with pleasure, luckily everyone was outside so no-one could hear you, or so you thought.

as you were about to reach your release, the door to the prefect dorm suddenly creaked open, unbeknownst to you. you felt a hand land on your shoulder, but with your eyes shut you couldn't see who it was. you shot your head up and let yourself rise off your pillow, calling out for their name before opening your eyes. it was Hermione. you stared at her shocked, to your surprise she had her hand down her pants, and was staring directly at you.

"I never knew such a girl like you would even think about things like that." she cooed, voice filled with pure lust. you were speechless, embarrassed to be caught masturbating to her, not knowing what to say or do. "Tsk tsk, going shy on me hm?" she got closer and closer to you until she was on the bed, her face practically leaning on yours. "I'm sorry i-" she set her finger on your lips, shutting you up immediately. "No need to apologize, princess." you went red at the pet name, you could've came just from that.

"Now, on your back." she demanded, sliding her top and pants off. you obliged, laying yourself back on the bed, eyes still focused on her every move. she knew how much you wanted this, she could practically see it radiating off of you, she made it her goal to mark you as hers.

she teasingly slid off your clothes, maintaining heavy eye contact with you, a smirk plastered on her blushed face. she left you in just a brassiere and panties. "Such a hot body, and it's all f'me." she said, a moan barely hidden in her voice. she bent down and kitten licked up your thigh, you moaned as she did. then she reached your already soaked cunt, looking up at you for permission, earning a nod.

she started by running her digits along your inner thigh, she then planted small kisses along your folds, you shuddered at her doing so. "Ready pretty girl?" she asked, smirking directly at you. "Always." you were barely able to speak.

she slid her tongue into you, her finger massaging your clit, making you moan louder than ever. "Fuck, fuck fuck fuck!" you cursed over and over again, practically drowning in this newfound feeling. her finger was now rubbing at an almost animalistic speed, you were practically screaming at this point.

you got closer and closer to your high, and as you did she only got somehow faster. you squeezed your thighs together, pushing her head further in so she wouldn't move. as you were finally about to release, she suddenly stopped, managing to get herself out of the headlock you had her in.

"Hey! What was that for?" you asked, almost whining like a child. "I want something out of this too you know." she smirked, getting off the bed and re-appearing behind you. "I wanna sit on your face." she bent down to whisper in your ear, you looked at her shocked but turned on nonetheless. you obeyed, letting her climb on top of you so you 2 were in a '69' position. you had to admit, you loved the new view.

she got right back to eating you out, and you did the same. all that was heard now were loud moans and screams filling the room, no more sounds of quidditch practice, floorboards creaking, and whatever else.

she started to shake more, signaling she was close to releasing, so you sped up, giving her a taste of her own medicine. you barely held her down as her body spasmed like crazy, finally coming down from her high, covering your tongue in her substance. you finished at the same time as her, also releasing onto her tongue.

"That was-" she stuttered, barely able to form a sentence. "Amazing I know." you smirked as you pulled her in for a kiss. "So did I fulfill your fantasy?" she giggled. "Maybe, maybe not. There's still a lot more I thought about besides what you walked in on.."

"Guess we'll be here for a while then."

Fin.

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goszixx · 2 months

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Can I take a look inside?

Note: I’m in love with this man

Warning: He calls you Mamas, oral female receiving, massages, he’s your boss, praising, in his office.

You could feel the sweat forming on your neck even in the cold air spewing out of the AC vent above you. You never understood why his office needed to be so cold. It’s not like it was hot outside either, just something the agent enjoyed. It’s not like you were able to question his methods. After all, he is Granger. One of the top agents in the organization, and your boss.

He batted his curled lashes at the report, dark eyes narrowing on on the letters marking the paper. Tan skin slid across the paper in hesitance, as if stuck on something. You assumed it was a typo and cursed yourself for it.

Whisky sat on his desk; a small portion settling in his custom made glass. “How does it look? I know we didn’t get the exact information you needed but…” trailing off, you hesitated to finish. The black office chair squeaked when your boss leaned back. A sigh left reddened lips. You couldn’t help your eyes tracing the perfect arch they made of the pretty point of his nose. His brows were thin, eyes narrowed.

It was best that you divert your attention to something else while he continued to read. The walls of his office were a pastel blue, his light born coat hung up in the corner of the room. His guns laid on the wall, along with a leather couch. Its pretty common for the agent to sleep in his office. From what you’ve heard, he rarely goes home.

“Thank you.” He mutters, eyes lifting to feel around your nervous frame. Awkwardly, you stood in front of him. He noticed how straight your back was and how your fingers picked at one another. “Is there something else you want to say?”

Sometimes it irked you how perceptive he was. “No.” Granger raised a brow at the slight hitch in your breath. Pushing his chair back slightly, he placed the report on his desk. He moved some other files over, creating a blank space on his desk. Leaning back in his chair, his hand ran through his mitched matched hair. It always seemed so fluffy, it almost made you jealous. “There is nothing else regarding the mis-“

“Then what is this about?” Granger cut off, nudging his chair farther back to create some room between him and his desk. His eyes lingered at the helm of your skirt to your exposed thighs. It was only for an instant, but you caught the glance. “It is nothing appropriate for a work setting.” Your voice came out in a shy manner. It bothered you how well the agent can thow you off your game. Even so, your face held straight.

“Sit.” He ordered, his chair rocking a bit from him adjusting. You hesitated, causing granger to raise a brow. “Can’t listen to your commanding officer?”

A lump built up in your throat. “That’s not it…” Painstakingly, you walked closer to his desk, taking a seat so you faced your commanding officer. Your thighs pressed tight together underneath your black skirt. Granger took his time taking in your position. Your hands held you up on the sides, one palm stuffed in the report you just gave him. The other gripped near the edge of the furniture; nails trying not to carve into the wood out of anticipation. “Are you tired?”

Granger watched your face, his hand reaching towards your exposed legs. He pulled one of your legs onto the arm of his chair. Rough hands caressed your smooth skin. The cold of the room contrasted with the warmth of the agent. His fingers worked into your calf before rubbing across your thigh. You couldn’t help but melt into the touch. “We are at work Granger.” You pushed out softly.

“No one will come in. Everyone is out for the day. Why don’t you tell me what happened, Mamas.”

The agent could feel you tense from the nickname, blush adding to your cheeks. His husk voice said it with ease no matter how embarrassed it made you. He switched focus, his hands moving to ease your other leg, spreading them in the process. “Did something happen on the mission?” He asked again. His eyes flickered to your blue panties, resisting the urge to take them off in a less appropriate fashion.

Lips pressed against the end of your thigh, large hands supporting the rest of the leg. The kisses persisted, getting slower and slower by the second. At one point, you wondered if Granger gave up on trying to get the information out of you. He seemed to just be enjoying your legs, the warmth, how soft they are. The smell of perfume stuck to your skin. It was sweet. “You smell how you taste.” He groaned, annoyed by how stubborn you were being.

Granger isn’t the type to let anger simmer. He rather everything be out in the open then be kept inside. “You had a mission with Silvana recently…” you started, blush adding to your cheeks. You refused to look Granger in the eyes as you utter your next words. “I got jealous.”

Silence. It would be a lie to say it didn’t make you anxious. Warmth left your legs slowly. They were placed gently back, hanging off the sides of his desk. The agent pushed back his chair. It thumped against the wall a bit. You slowly opened your eyes, surprised to see Granger on his knees, taking off his coat. He pulled the fabric off himself gingerly, his head tilted up to meet your wide eyes. “I can’t get this dirty but I need to show you there’s nothing to be jealous about.

Hands slid up your thighs, pulling you forward so his face was stuffed between them. The end of your skirt was bunched up by your waist, your pretty panties on full display. “Can I take a look inside?”

Teeth chewed at your lips as a finger pulled at the fabric of your underwear. Granger blinked a few times seeing the wet spot growing on the clothing. Once panties were off, an electric chill went down your spine. The sudden realization, of what is about to happen made you self conscious. Though, that feeling melted away when you you saw Granger bring your panties to his nose, taking a deep breath. The grip he had on your thigh tightened.

“Yes.” You whispered, eyes heavy as your boss ran kisses up your thighs. He put the panties in his lap as he focused on easing his hunger. “It was for a mission. You’re still mine Mamas, and I’m still yours.”

His wet tongue rubbed up and down your folds, gathering all the juices he could on his tongue. You couldn’t help but flinch when his nose bumped into your clit. Both of his hands adjusted your legs, making them draped over his shoulders. The movement made you struggle to balance. Granger gave a slow kiss on your clit before peeking up. “Squeeze your legs, no need to be shy.”

You did as told, pushing Granger onto your dripping cunt. The agent wasted no time picking up where he left off, leaving slow kisses on your clit. He sucked the bundle of nerves, his eyes closed and breathes heavy. Hands tugged into his hair when his tongue began to ease past your folds. He groaned, vibrating the skin. Between your soft hands tugging his fluffy hair and the moans coming from your lips, he couldn’t help the blood rushing to his cock.

Granger shifted slightly, wanting to focus his attention on you and you only. “There you go Mamas. Do you feel good?” The agents pushed his tongue past your fold again, this time repeating the action over and over. He was a starved man. How could he hold back when you make such beautiful noises?

“Yes, you feel so good Granger.” You cried, voice shaky as your legs squeezed him tighter. His hands massaged your thighs, making you flinch from the pleasure. They rubbed up and down your legs, easing you to take more of his tongue. His nose bumped against your throbbing clit; making you whine from the minimal friction.

Another whine came from your lips. You were trying your hardest not to pull his hair too hard from how good you felt. Wet noises corrupted the office, a small pop made it all stop when Granger removed his tongue. His head peaked up again, his lips red and covered in your sweetness. A goofy smile bloomed on the agents face. He was drunk off of you.

“Ready to come on my face, Mamas?”

It took you a moment to answer, your chest heaving as you tried to catch your breath. “Y-yes. Please Granger.” He didn’t need to be asked twice. The man gave slow kisses to your thighs again, pampering whatever skin he could get his hands on. He laid another kiss on your clit before rolling his tongue on the bud. His wet tongue slid across the nerves in a circular motion.

Granger kept his pace slow, wanting to feel you quiver against his tongue before speeding up. His lips curled from the fingers tightening in his hair. “Faster… fuck faster Granger.”

He did just that, his hands holding your thighs steady as his tongue worked you. Drool clung to your thighs as your cum coated his lips and nose. Granger helped your ride out your orgasm. His tongue slowing down on your clit before he laid kisses on your folds. You shifted uncomfortably, mewling from the overstimulation. “Grange-r-r…”

“I know, I know Mamas but let me clean up my mess. I can’t let your cum go to waste.”

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summrbug · 1 year

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“completely and perfectly incandescently happy.” — jane austen (pride and prejudice.)

draco & hermione are goin’ to the chapel and they’re gonna get maaarried.

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g004 · 29 days

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Just laugh it out

#Mlbb #mobile legends #Granger #X.borg

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gingerhuneybee · 2 years

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🥀Regency Era 🥀

Dramione brainrot continued. Inspired by fanfic Love and Other Historical Accidents by @pacific-rimbaud . 🌸 Check them out on Ao3!

If you enjoy my art, feel free to check out my Patreon 💌 Link in bio. 🌷 I will be posting a full process video of this illustration with a commentary.

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neva-borne · 9 months

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Been on a Dramione binge lately. And by binge I mean I read roughly 600k words/two fics over the course of 3.5 days and it's only left me wanting more

#dramione #hp #draco malfoy #hermione granger #draco #hermione #malfoy #granger #dramione fic #draco malfoy x hermione granger

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a-regular-ol-pill · 2 years

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hello! my friend told me about your blog and i love it so much, you write so well!! (≧▽≦)

also may i request drabbles or hcs about xavier, claude, ling, aamon and granger overstimulating an afab!reader ? if there's a limit to how many we can request any of them is fine, thank you :D

─ 🌙

"Give me one more. You can do one more for me."

Mobile Legends; Bang Bang

Pairing; Xavier, You | Claude, You | Ling, You | Aamon, You | Granger, You.

!! NSFW 18+ !!

Requested? Yes.

Small note for requester; I'm so happy to hear that you enjoy my stories! I was unsure if my work was good enough to be shared, and thankfully your friend think it is! <3

Want to request? Click here.

Warning(s); Sex, Overstimulation, Squirting, just everything about M4F sex.

Word Count; N/A

Second Person Perspective.

Pronouns used for reader; 'She', 'Her', etc...

Prompt;

"Being overstimulated to the point of insanity is both blissful and tiring at the same time. You know how that feels, right?"

Xavier -

Honestly? The first time he ever tried to go down on you is where he first started overstimulating you. I'm speaking from your experience~.

Overstimulation is honestly a top tier kink for him— Seeing you whine and pull away from his relentless, yet passionate stimulation turns him on and gets him ready for another round.

He's the type to hold down your hips when you keep shaking, and not taking his love well. It upsets him when you can't take everything he gives you. :(

I bet you my life he would kiss your forehead, whisper how much of a good girl you are, before pressing down on your clit to make you cum again.

Speaking of whispering— he can put you on edge with just a moan of your name. Breaking your promise of not cumming for the first three minutes with him.

Don't think he won't give you aftercare after! He'll cook you the most delicious treats or any food you want— even let the kittens he owns cuddle you before you sleep!

Anyways, when he's too tired to hold down your hips, rest assured you'll find your hands and legs being bound by his magic— Sorry Xavier's passion, his body has a lot of needs and he can be lazy sometimes!

Xavier likes cats, so... you're definitely gonna be collared, with a bell and cat ears when he's having a bad day. Pills couldn't resist..

If you've been disobeying him for three days straight, expect rough 'petting' (hair pulling) from him because his patience has been tested. Even if you've begged for him to stop, he won't. Because you know fully well about your safeword and you didn't use it in your begging.

Speaking of aftercare.. again. After the rough treatment you receive from his wrath, he'll apologize a lot upon seeing your drowsy state. Forgive the poor man... he's genuinely sorry!

Claude -

This man will not, I repeat. Will not overstimulate you by making you cum. Just saying that before you agree to make him overstim you.

His fingers are restless when they're inside you, like?? He will poke your g-spot relentlessly and repeatedly until you're just an inch away from cumming. You were so close... too bad he can't differentiate overstimulating and edging.

Speaking of differentiating the two, he'll convince you that he's not edging you after your sixth failed orgasm. Sometimes, you'll believe him because he just seems so honest.

In some days, he'll put a vibrator directly on your clit and won't turn it off until your face is beautifully glazed with your tears of pleasure.

I swear to you that he'll never stop praising you for not cumming for the last half an hour. He'll never stop overstiming you, and he'll not force you to continue when you're genuinely crying from the lack of release.

He's definitely trying to overstimulate you with your favorite clothes. Just to see if you're shameless... he swears it's only because of his curiosity.

The first time he stops the stimulation on your clit and sees you cry, he started panicking because he thought he hurted your feelings. Poor guy panicked for his princess' pleasure..

Sooo, aftercare... he triple checks to see if you did cum, and immediately covers you in kisses and praises that you'll forget he's been overstimulating you in the first place!

Imagine he's smirking at the sight of you squirming and he just pulls his finger out so he could rub it againts your clit. This guy won't even let you cum for giving him a nice show..

Another aftercare headcanon, if your tears keep dripping down from the large orgasm you had because of how long you obeyed his orders of not cumming, he'll kiss those away and teasingly lick your nose to make you smile again!

Ling -

God damn— the look in his eyes when you hold his wrist as a weak attempt to make him stop pumping his fingers inside you.. It makes you melt and orgasm from just that.

He changes his pace while fingering you a lot... a lot more than you can imagine. Seriously! I'm gonna break the fourth wall and show you how fast and slow Ling can be because of the user.

There is no straightforward answer to how Ling will usually be while overtimulating you. He's quite literally; too emotional to focus on one thing. He can't be gentle, nor rough. 'Can't also be too fast or too slow.. Even though I already mentioned that.

One time, Ling was desperate for you to cum, that he just goes down on you for the first time and makes you squirt because of it. You can probably be surprised because he made you squirt on the first orgasm you had.

Okay... so you know how he has his hair down all the time? Apparently, he loves styling your hair to tease you while he keeps his never fast and never slow pace on your pussy. Hell, he even keeps calm through it! Giving you a hell of a cocky smirk while doing so.

Aftercare for this man? He'll definitely massage your sore muscles while apologizing for getting carried away during it— (because he overtimulated you more than intended.)

Wanna know something? Holding you down with ropes.. Goodluck on that! He'll absolutely destroy your hole with endless abuse in the form of rough pleasure. Tough love... tough love..

When I say he loves to grip your ankles to spread your legs open.. I mean it. Like.. you could be kicking and squirming because he keeps pumping into you, and he'll be all amused before pulling your ankles back and pounding into you harder?!

I absolutely love to tell you that; he's tempted to kiss you everytime you look at him with those droopy and teary eyes of yours. Unfortunately, he's too flustered everytime that happens and slows down, denying you your fifth orgasm unintentionally. :(

Yes... another aftercare headcanon— He'll rub your tummy just to clear away the feeling of overstimulation in it. You wouldn't want a grumbling stomach after an intense session, would you?

Aamon -

Overstimulation? With him? Don't worry about being overstimulated alone, he'll join you in whining from too much pleasure. He is planning to breed you with his heir after all..

Be prepared for his never ending kisses, 'cause this man will never stop kissing you after the... eighth time you'd came. Forgive him for making you lose your breath, he just wants to be close to you as possible..

I'm pretty sure you've passed out from his ruthless thrusts a lot. Your poor energy keeps draining from the amount of orgasms he pulled from you while he just keeps holding back to make sure you're filled to the brim. :(

Anyways, this guy holds you down with his body weight because both of you keep going at it for so long that even he's tired to hold himself up. Don't worry though! He's still in his mind so that he won't crush you.

When I tell you he never stops whispering to you how beautiful you'll look while pregnant.. I mean it. He's been babbling about that the whole time you've been overstimulated. It'll be surprising if you haven't thought about kids, because of him.

Fun fact! He once tried edging you, but because of your body being used to letting itself go with Aamon's fingers... it didn't really work out. And it was a sad day for the both of you. It also won't work out because Aamon won't stop fucking you if you tried it in that way.

After finally being able to let your body rest after the eleventh orgasm— he'll cuddle up to you like a forgotten puppy and say sorry for seeming like he was using your body for his own pleasure. Who are you to not forgive him..?

Sincerely sorry for not adding this in before.. he'll also stimulate you by sucking on your nipples. Even if it's small.. He's craving to see it swollen and full of milk, he'll even tell you how pretty it is while sucking it.

He doesn't need anything else to overstimulate you other than him, and him only. You know that, right? If not, you'll be reminded every day of how much power he has over you.

Another thing about his aftercare, is that he'll never stop touching you in a non-sexual way. His touch is a kind of comforting touch that makes you relax and cool off from how hot your body felt. And he knows it. That's why he keeps doing it.

Granger -

The way he forces the noises out from your mouth when he's overstimulating you with everything he has.. I have to say, I'm quite jealous of his lover. Having him forcing their lips open and fucking them harder just to hear their noises..

It's like heaven and hell mixed together when he's overstimulating you, because; One, you're getting pleasure, and two, you need to moan out in exchange— which is really bad if you're the quiet type.

Don't be afraid though! He's truly a softie inside, and won't push your boundaries if everything is getting too much to process for you! He's just degrading you for the thrill of it.

Imagine he praises you for your whining voice while intimately rubbing your clit harder for extra stimulation.. that's the heaven part of him overstimulating you.

The hell part..? He wraps his hands around your neck and stops stimulating you until you beg in your most beautiful voice ever to let you cum once more.. you're lucky if he does let you cum and doesn't edge you for the cracks in your voice.

Ropes? Nah, but holding you down with strings that won't hurt or cut you.. I'm only guessing it's his forte, just saying.. tying you down and overstimulating you with a few instruments seem nice~.

If he doesn't have ropes, he loves to grab you by the neck and hold you down while he pounds into your hole. You'll be overstimulated, and fucked dumb because you agree with him overstimulating you..

When both of you are overstimulated and need release, he'll definitely nuzzle your cheek and hold your waist tightly while doing so. He's gonna forget what he was doing after you both cum and moan together..

Aftercare for this man? He'll never leave your side, and play comforting music for you to calm down and rest. Request a music and he'll gladly play it for his princess!

If it doesn't work, he'll resort to whispering gentle things to you while cuddling. Either way, it's rest assured that you'll calm down, and forgive him for the rough treatment..

I hope you enjoyed reading this, as much as I enjoyed writing it! Take care of yourself! <3

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kikiwooo · 4 days

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Hellooo, okay imagine Granger just got home and randomly get clingy to the reader?, WHY DO I SUDDENLY HAVE BUTTERFLIES

ohoho~

Granger loves physical touch but is too shy to give it, he loves how warm you touch against his skin and loves the feeling that comes with it.

Everyone occasionally have bad days and sometimes embracing one and another can fix this bad day of yours. So imagine after a rough and tiring day, when he finally comes to home wanting nothing more than to embrace you and bask in your presence as his ears cry to hear your voice.

Imagine him coming straight towards you, without bothering with his personal needs first, not when his eyes are seeing only you. His arms tightly hugging your form before grunting softly as his takes a step back only to unbutton his jacket to feel more of you. Just pure need for skin to skin contact. He knows only then he will truly feel relaxed.

It's like, this is a different Granger. Not the shy and introverted one. But a one who's bold enough to embrace you this shamelessly and press butterfly kisses onto your skin. His deep yet emotional voice as he hums against your neck with his eyes closed, he takes a deep breath of your scent.

"..mm..i missed you."

#[ x.brainrot ] !#mlbb #mlbb x reader #mobile legends #mobile legends bang bang #mobile legends bang bang x reader #mobile legends x reader #gn reader #granger #mlbb granger #granger x reader

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bettyboopdarlin · 1 year

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Manacled by SenLinYu has taken over my life. After reading it 3 times, I couldn’t get Draco’s perspective of Ch. 31 out of my head. This wrote itself, but would not even be in existence without JK Rowling or the brilliance of SenLinYu. I hope you enjoy. ***I OWN NOTHING

Draco’s POV Ch 31 of Manacled by SenLinYu (written with permission)

Tw-torture, gore, war scenes, language

With a crack, the Death Eater General apparated to a drab town in Surrey. The mark on his left arm twitched and recoiled as a slithering voice echoed in his mind, You will not fail me Draco. He sucked in a hiss, rolled his shoulders, and took in his surroundings.

What had probably been a quaint, charming town was now a horrorscape (for those with weaker constitutions). As directed by the Death Eater General himself, this peaceful little town was now polluted with terror and anguish. Blood and gore paved the cobblestone paths. Buildings were being reduced to rubble as Death Eaters, werewolves, and vampires made themselves welcome into innocents’ homes. Depraved screams and bargaining cries were intermingled with the howls of wolves and screeches of hags.

He coolly observed a muggle family being tortured by two Death Eaters. They took turns cursing the youngest, a child perhaps in primary school, with slicing and flesh-flaying hexes, forcing the parents to observe; obviously silenced and immobilised. The child was weeping, sobbing for the help of her parents. They watched her with despair and hopelessness, unable to comprehend the horrors being forced in front of their eyes. Pretty muggles and their pretty lives, completely ignorant to the war playing out over the last five years.

Draco approached, robes billowing in the wind behind him. Mask in place, he drawled, “Oh get on with it already, there’s more work to be done.” He tsked his tongue and looked to the Death Eaters. Their eyes flashed, indignant, but once they realized it was him–their General–their anger diminished to cowardice. Their eyes widened and Draco recognized the two as Owler and Fenrin. Newer to the cause, desperate to earn their marks. He filed their terrified faces away for future reference. They were still paused, wands cocked, expressions frozen as they tried to respond. He waited, pushing away the feeling of the Muggles’ fear-filled eyes on him.

“General Malfoy–sir. We was just– we was just having a bit of fun,” Owler stuttered. Fenrin nodded in agreement, apparently too intimidated to speak.

Draco turned his full attention to the muggle family and spat out, “Two Death Eaters getting off on torturing one muggle girl? While your instructions were to wreak havoc and misery upon this town, I did not intend for your time to be wasted by this pitiful show.”

He paused, sneering down at them. “I doubt the Dark Lord had this in mind as well.” If possible, even more fear shone in their eyes. Neither one dared speak. “How long have you been standing here while the hags and werewolves do the rest of the work for you?”

Without giving them a chance to answer, Draco flung three consecutive Killing Curses at the Muggle family and didn’t watch as their bodies doubled over. “Get out of my sight,” his voice was like ice.

They both nodded and rushed farther into the town. Draco paused, glanced at the dead Muggle family, closed his eyes and inhaled slowly. Chocolate eyes swam before him, and he quickly shoved the image to the deeper recesses of his mind. He was here and had a job to do. Mental walls in place, he sauntered through the town, sparing lives with killing curses as he went. He would not dwell on any of it.

Ruthless. Unyielding. Unfailing.

Once Order members began to turn up, magical activity heightened. Curses, hexes, stunners, and defensive magic filled the sky and streets. This attack was such an obvious trick, Draco had mildly wondered if the Order wouldn’t respond. Or at the very least, send in less essential members. When he observed Remus Lupin apparating himself and three muggles away from an approaching hag, he willed away the reflex to roll his eyes. Of course everyone was here.

Well, not everyone. He couldn’t deny the tightness in his chest as he took in each person who dared come near him. No one with the same chocolate eyes, pinned plaits… He did his best to shove the feelings away and meet the contradicting requirements of his two sets of manacles.

Surreptitiously, he killed as many Muggles as he could; those stuck in endless loops of torture or with animals clawing their way through chest cavities. Muggles with a chance of surviving, he would Imperio them to a nearby Order member. Witnesses were killed immediately. Ruthless, cunning, driven to succeed.

The skirmish intensified. Bodies littered the pavement. Some covered in boils, others torn to shreds, and more sliced beyond recognition. Draco vaguely recognized Order members with their eyes still open, staring lifelessly into the sky. As the fight drew closer to the center of town, Draco had to showcase his rank. With a flick of his wand, Killing Curses flew in all directions, hitting their marks, Muggles and Order members alike. He didn’t feel it.

He countered any spell shot at him easily, barely registering it. The Order still had not improved on their offensive strategies, not that they had any to begin with. This was a bloodbath, and would be until they retreated or were captured.

He came upon a standoff in the square, Death Eaters, hags, and werewolves closing in around a group of Order members. “Expelliarmus!” Of course it was Potter, and of course that meant Weasley was there, too. The Order’s dueling partners were too predictable, and pairing two essential members together was foolish and illuminated the naivete of the Order of the Phoenix, and their pathetic tactic to cling to Light Magic at all cost. More and more Death Eaters converged in the square, realizing the value of their targets.

Suddenly, the sky darkened, and a cold chill announced the arrival of Dementors. They descended upon those still clinging to life, Kissing them. The despair and terror was inescapable. Draco could feel the screams deep in his bones, but let no emotion escape his expression.

Potter and his group must have been distracted by the arrival of the Dementors. Their shield faltered, and Draco heard a sharp screech fill the air. Someone was hit. A member cast a patronus, a lynx, and it climbed its way to the sky before erupting into light. One dementor shrieked and moved away, flying closely above the Death Eaters and hags. It was just the distraction the Order had needed, and Draco saw four members racing away, sending stunners and jelly-leg jinxes in their wake. He thought he could make out the scrawny form of Potter and his lanky counterpart, Weasley as they rushed away, but he couldn’t be sure.

As Death Eater General, he shot a few curses near their retreating bodies and ordered recruits around him to find them. Once they mobilised, he struck the backs of several Death Eaters, werewolves, and vampires down. Ruthless. Unyielding.

More Order members appeared, firing stunner after stunner at the Death Eaters. One of them, Finnigan, Draco recognized, went head to head with a vampire. Lunging at it quickly and sending stunners rapidly to its head. It dropped to the ground as he whirled around, aiming at the hag sneaking up behind him. There was much happening at once, bodies lunging and lurching, magic exploding and cracking in the fray. Draco had been in countless of these, his attention to detail was driven by habit rather than concern. He was minutely aware of the way the air stank of blood, dust, scorched flesh, and dark magic. He’d seen worse, endured worse. Spell trails clouded the air, making it difficult to see all the specifics. Draco stood on the outskirts of the square, cursing remaining Muggles or Order Members without a prayer of survival. Taking note of all who attended the battle, trying to suppress the stiffness in his chest. Despite him being used to skirmishes and battlefield depravity, he found himself worried. He refused to let the feeling surface, and drove it away.

Crack. Draco heard someone apparate in the center of the square. As he turned to look, he felt his shield absorb a stunning spell. It came from a Resistance fighter, struggling to get away from a werewolf, as its claws dug into his back. Blood seeped from the child’s nose, into his gasping mouth. Tears and snot coated his face as he used his arms to crawl away. The boy held his wand in hand limply, and shot off another stunning curse toward Draco’s knees. Draco could see the child had accepted his death, and was hoping to stop just one Death Eater before his eyes closed forever. The boy began to scream as the werewolf descended upon him, teeth biting into his left shoulder. Draco held the boy’s eyes and muttered, “Avada kedavra,” shooting a green light to the middle of his forehead. The boy went immediately limp and was gone. The werewolf growled at Draco menacingly, rage glittering in its golden eyes.

Draco lifted his mask to reveal himself, smirking at the wolf. Upon recognizing the General, the wolf gave an irritated bark and retreated, setting off after another target.

A loud, guttural roar of anguish suddenly echoed from behind him. He set his eyes back to the square, where magical activity created a dusty haze over everything. He began walking toward the fray when his heart stopped.

Chocolate eyes, pinned plaits. Sharp cheekbones, and a fiercely determined set of her mouth. She was here.

How could she be here?

His bones chilled. He could barely breathe.

She was clutching two bodies to her as four masked Death Eaters closed in around her. Dementors circled above where she stood.

Draco was sprinting, deflecting spells and shoving bodies out of his way. NO! Every inch in his body seemed to scream.

A Death Eater raised their wand to her and muttered a curse. Green light hit her square in the chest, and she vanished.

There was no air. She vanished and the world stopped.

There was a deafening roar–his. He was hurling three killing curses to the Death Eaters, letting the one with his wand out turn and face him. A snarled Sectumsempra and bright red dripped from the Death Eater’s throat. The Death Eater’s eyes were shining with confusion and panic. They were scrambling, fighting to right their wand, and a wandless spell was fracturing all their fingers. One. By. One.

The Death Eater was doubling over, rasping in pain. He met their eyes, gave a cold smile, and struck them in the chest with a biting Engorgio. The Death Eater writhed in immeasurable pain as their heart grew steadily in size, splitting their ribs with an audible crack. They collapsed, chest rising and expanding as their body tried to pointlessly contain the vascular organ. As their lungs were crushed, their eyes began to bulge and their mouth was barely able to emit a low moan. Finally, the sternum splintered and the body erupted. Squelching blood and viscera burst from the chest cavity with a satisfying crunch.

She’s mine.

Ruthless. Unfailing. Unyielding. Determined to succeed.

He slammed his occlumency walls back up and scoured the scene. All of his fury and panic quickly sheathed behind a crafted expression. He gave no attention to the mangled body beneath him. There was no sign of her. He hoped she had apparated to safety, but he had to be sure. He quickly legilimensed the minds around him, Order members and Death Eaters alike. So many of them did not have proper walls, it was too easy to glide in and out, searching for her in their memories.

At least no one had their sights on her at this moment. He needed to get away, needed to know she was alright. Worry was growing within him, despite his efforts to shove all the feelings away. All he could see was her anguish as she absorbed the curse in her chest.

There was screaming again, gut-wrenching wailing. Draco snapped his head up and closed his lips to ensure it wasn’t coming from him. He searched for the source–

“Time to go, NOW!” A voice shook with rage and authority. Hands darted from behind a disintegrating wall, shoving two figures away. Potter. Weasley.

Something was wrong.

Potter and Weasley were together, as usual, but Potter was pulling on Weasley. Holding him. Restraining him. The scream from before–it had been Weasley. He was still screaming, clawing away from Harry back to the pile of rubble. What had happened? Was it her? Panic in his chest threatened to breach as Draco ascended, ending the lives of Death Eater after Death Eater to reach them first.

Almost to where Kingsley had shoved both Potter and Weasley, Draco had to sidestep a body as to not falter. Potter and Weasley were almost to the anti-apparation wards, despite Weasley’s clear objection to Harry pulling him away. Draco could see Potter’s desperation and exhaustion as he moved closer and closer to safety. He appeared to be injured as well.

Draco frantically took in the scene. He didn’t see her. He didn’t see her. He inhaled slowly.

A witch, however, lay immobile some meters from him. Blood spurted from her chest and abdomen. Her blue eyes were unblinking, she was gone. Near her was a deceased Death Eater, who appeared to have been hexed and then beaten to death. Draco could guess what had happened, and couldn’t help but think to himself Impressive, Weasley. Wouldn’t have thought you had such ruthlessness.

Potter and Weasley were about to apparate when Draco’s eye caught Kingsley Shacklebolt–wounded, wand out in warning against the converging enemies. Draco scanned the demolished room again. She wasn’t there. She wasn’t there.

He wasn’t relieved yet. He weighed his options, noting the flood of Death Eaters moving in. There was not enough time. Draco took the strategist in; Shacklebolt was perspiring, heaving unsteadily. Black blood spurted from his left shoulder, down his robes. He did not lower his wand to Draco, but held it higher–a warning.

Draco looked back, the Death Eaters were almost upon them.

“Where is she,” Draco’s voice was a growl.

Kingsley panted and did not answer.

“You know the conditions of my service. She is to be kept alive. She is mine.” Pure fire began to fill Draco with every spoken word, his rage blooming closer to the surface. “Yet you allowed her here. I saw.”

Kingsley slumped down to the ground, propped by a pile of rubble. His wand arm remained steady as he continued to aim it toward Draco. Blood began sliding down his eyes, his nose. His gasps for air became more and more desperate. His right arm clutched his wound, and he angrily stared down Draco.

Fucking Gryffindors. Draco’s disgust bubbled from his chest into his throat. He heard himself saying, “Pathetic. Do it then, kill me.” He paused, expression vicious. “You won’t. You can’t. Look at you. Look around you, your precious Order is losing. Potter is losing.” He stepped closer to Shacklebolt, and bent down to his ear. Softly, unable to stop himself, he murmured, “None of you deserve her.” Shacklebolt shut his eyes, but made no move to get up or curse Draco.

Draco turned, dismissing the Order member. There was a beat, and Shacklebolt unexpectedly hissed in response, “And you do? You’re a liar. A murderer. Voldemort’s trained pet.” He spat, blood staining his lips. He sucked in a shaky breath. “She could do so much better than any of us.”

Draco’s vision bled red and he pointed his wand in between Shaklebolt’s eyes. They remained closed, and Shacklebolt did not react. The Killing Curse was on the tip of Draco’s tongue, but he hesitated. He heard her voice, “I will always care for them.” He stood, conflicted for a beat, wand pointed and ready.

The Death Eaters drew closer. Shacklebolt at last met Draco’s gaze. Eyes narrowed, Draco gave him a sharp nod. “Avada kadavra.” A cruel smile took shape on his face as Shacklebolt slumped back and did not move again. Draco lazily sent a spell to topple over the rest of the ruined home, burying Shaklebolt’s body beneath it.

Draco magnified his voice to the oncoming Death Eaters and Dark Creatures. “Find them all.” Not her.

The army obeyed, moving swiftly from building to building, ripping out Muggles that remained or the nearly-killed bodies of the Order. This raid, this cheap trick was a slaughter. The Dark Lord would be pleased. Fucking idiotic Gryffindors. So predictable. So pathetic.

Too much time had passed since she was attacked. Did she get to the safe house? Was she being treated? Was she dying? Fury, rage, and self loathing consumed Draco. This is your fault, you were meant to protect her. You promised. You did this. He held back a scream and fortified his occlumency walls, shoving all the memories, all the thoughts away. He needed to return to the skirmish.

After a moment of cold clarity, an idea occurred to him.

With his boot, he kicked away a shredded body and in a hard, quiet voice said, “Kreacher, come.”

The house elf appeared next to him in an instant. Draco’s eyes slid around the town, preparing to dodge any oncoming attack. He spoke quickly, “Find her. See if she’s alive. See if she’s injured.”

Kreacher snapped away and Draco moved into the town, kicking more bodies out of his way, leaving bloody boot marks in his wake.

Kreacher arrived after a few minutes, “Potter’s Mudblood is hurt.” Draco was hexing and cursing everyone around him, rapidly, ruthlessly. He threw an extra shield charm over him and Kreacher, as well as a privacy charm.

“How badly,” Draco’s voice filled with icy rage. His curses shot out faster, harder.

“Kreacher is not knowing. Potter’s Mudblood is not speaking to Kreacher. Potter’s Mudblood is working in the infirmary, with other filth.”

An uncontrollable dancing jinx shot at Draco, and as to not lose his footing, he stepped on Kreacher’s toes. The elf yelped and caught his foot in his hands. Draco whirled around and blasted hexes and curses around him, each one hitting their mark.

He muttered to Kreacher, “Go. Transport her to Malfoy Manor if she continues to work or her symptoms worsen.” As soon as he gave the order, he marginally regretted it. He felt his possessiveness clawing itself to the surface. His need for her to be safe, to be his, taking over his consciousness. He was so careful. Careful to curb those thoughts, the obsessive tendencies. He watched for years as Lucius went mad with Narcissa. Watched his controlling ways, how it fractured their family. How her death sent him spiraling and now was an uncontrollable animal, a force even the Dark Lord struggled to contain. No. He could not be this way.

Ruthless, cunning, driven to succeed. He banished the ruinous thoughts from his mind, pausing the onslaught of his magic. He took in his surroundings. Ruined corpses, brain matter, and gore coated the ground around him. Bodies desecrated and dismembered, piled into heaps. It was done. He signaled the end of this battle–although hardly a battle, a mere carnage–and the Death Eaters and Dark Beings jeered, victorious. A roaring victory, the Dark Lord would be so pleased.

He had to act fast. Draco had no telling how much time he had before he’d be summoned again. He quickly apparated to the Manor, strengthened the wards and quickly readied his bedroom. After carving runes into the floor, a door opened, revealing the same mini-infirmary he had left for her in Whitecroft. He quickly took out dozens of potions, serums, and pastes. He summoned two healers to arrive within minutes. He was running out of time. Ruthless, cunning, driven to succeed.

There was a crack and Draco felt her enter the room. She was screaming in pain and pitched forward. He caught her by the shoulders instantly and whispered, “Stupefy.”

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out of time; granger a lover from the past ceases your longing and makes a polite request to mend the past of your relationship.

n. just a repost, but slightly edited. plz enjoy!

c. angst, mentions of alcohol, mentions of a kiss, a bit ooc, slowburn

you refused to use drinks as a getaway from your personal issues—younger you thought that. the much younger you would have released your anger and emotions in some other way then some booze. but you were not younger you and he was not present.

“i want three shots of your strongest vodka, vernon!” vernon—the bartender working in that small pub. he had come across many heavy drinkers, but you. oh you. he had never seen anything like it.

“that vile, vile man!” you had lashed out plenty of times already, if someone were to see it—it would certainly be vernon.

“you should lay low on the drinks miss-“

“no! i refuse your orders! i will go back for him!”

“no, i meant-“ vernon is lucky to survive long enough from your chaos. in exchange for practically babysitting you, you provide protection for vernon and his pub. he was just a small crippled old man after all.

“hey vernon!” off the drinks you were a sweetheart really.

you slide into your regular seat, vernon serving your usual beverage to you. you couldn’t lie, the pub was awfully quiet—not like you were complaining of course. it was just strange. usually there would be a few men scattered around the bar, but today, there were only two.

“vernon. hey, who are they?” in a low whisper you mutter to vernon across the bar table. you signal vernon to the tiny corner table. there is a bulky blond and another awfully pale man. they were not regulars and certainly not from around here. they had royal attire and the presence of authority.

“im not sure m’lady, they came into the bar and looked quite displeased, ordered two beers and have been here since.” vernon didn’t seem to know of the two men, so you decided you would try to ignore their presence to spare the pub from destruction.

you nonchalantly chat with vernon, of course still keeping marks on the two men. suddenly, the blond instantly shoots up from his seat. you restrain yourself from moving, instead, watching his movements from where you were.

“may i be of assistance to you sir?” his steps look hesitant going up to the counter.

“uh yeah, do you know of a woman around here? i think she’s a regular here, right granger?”

“i believe she’s right there.”

“what did you say old man..? ”

“alucard..” i pause. “it’s actually you. what are you doing here?” you were appalled. what would they need from you? were they finally here to kill you? it’s been so long since last seeing them at the monastery. why would they seek you out now?

“_____! you. you are a difficult woman to find! we went through hell and back to find you!” he complains, just like how he always used too. he takes a seat beside you, averting his eyes at the man in the corner, giving you a raised brow.

“my boy, granger here, has been keeping tabs on you.” you have a soft stare towards the man. why would granger seek you out? had he really had his eyes on you for some time now? and you were too dense to notice? you had many questions of your own but alucard pulled you back quickly enough to pause your thoughts.

“listen, he has something to ask you, the sonny boy might not say it—but he will not take no for an answer.” you nod slowly at his request. alucard slides over the counter, giving vernon a strong hold on his shoulders. vernon noticeably tenses and before alucard is able to drag him out through the back door, vernon’s head whips back to you—surely worried for your well-being. you nod in approval, signaling to vernon that you would be perfectly fine, that you would not wreck havoc in his bar.

turning to your side once again, granger appears beside you. he looks forward and away from you. the white streak in his hair sticks out to you. it’s so noticeable from the side. he wears a black leather jacket and a red scarf is wrapped around his neck. the scar going through his right eye has an alluring appearance to it.

though you were appointed a stranger to him, he entrusted his deepest, most dreadful secrets with you. he knew of the information you possessed. he was a mysterious man, even after spending most your years with the man, he was still as strange as the day you met.

it goes quiet for a bit, you didn’t want to bombard granger with questions you knew he wasn't going to answer, so you didn't waste your breath on it.

“the monastery, is it much better?” his lips take a swig of his beer.

if your father was an active operator and died in battle, despite your circumstances, you would be taken in by the monastery in place of your deceased father. it was a rough place, only the best of the best would survive.

in the beginning you refused to listen to them, you would not take orders from anyone besides your parents. but you soon realized, to survive—you must listen, that, or be executed.

you were alone most of your time in the monastery. you were more engrossed in training and searching for any way to leave the monastery as fast as you could.

you were thirteen at the time, sparring with that plump blond kid who talked too much. maybe you could have killed him then. he was an annoying kid who could blabber all day if he wanted too. others caused him great harm—all because he was a little bigger than your average child. you saved him from the mischievous bullies that swore to tie him up and butcher him like a pig—he may not believe it but saving him was an accident—you made a wrong turn in the woods.

after him, you met granger. you would no longer live in misery at the monastery after granger. you didn’t pay much mind to granger—for a while.

one night, on your personal night patrol, a sweet melody coming from the male barracks urged your hunt. the nuns forbid you from going to the barracks of the opposite gender—but that night, you had no self-control and had already been curious for some time.

it was a soft sentimental melody. it soothed you, training harshly at such extreme lengths, this melody had brought you peace. it gave you enough comfort to repeatedly visit his room every night to sit under the window he played from.

“hey! what are you doing here?!” you eyes shoot open and you are quick to pick up your feet and run towards the female barracks—where you belonged. a nun had caught you, and oh—you were in for a great deal of punishment.

truthfully, it was a misunderstanding. but even then they wouldn’t understand that. set for a three day suspension from the training grounds, you were also ordered to give a sincere apology to the boy you were so called lurking on.

“it’s you.”

“yeah. it’s me.” the boy towers over you, watching intently at your every move. you saw how fierce and keen he was on the training grounds, he could kill you right now.

his scar is almost the only thing visible on his face, you don’t even know if it’s the same boy you secretly visited every night. he looks so cold and emotionless. but you were not one to judge—even if he was judging you.

“i apologize, i shouldn’t have been lurking on you. it is my fault.” his eyes are too intimidating to stare at, you just look down at your feet while excusing yourself.

“it’s not your fault, you weren’t lurking.” your eyes go wide at his response.

“what..?” he shrugs.

“i saw you, you visited every night for a week. you sat under my window, i played the same song for you the entire time. i thought you noticed.” your cheeks go red in embarrassment, if apologizing wasn’t overwhelming enough, finding out the boy you’ve been basically stalking saw you—sneaking through the barracks and sitting under his window.

“oh..”

“i can explain!”

“there’s no need to explain, it was just a misunderstanding.” he turns away from you. leaving you a confused mess.

“_____! why are you not on the training grounds!” alucard huffs, still catching his breath from all the physical activity he’s been doing.

“suspended.”

“what?! _____, what did you do?!” you shrug in response to his question, resting your chin in the palm of your hand. you watch other children from the sidelines, working in their designated weaponry areas.

“granger! it’s granger!” alucard practically shouts in your ear. you flinch from the loud ring, momentarily peeking your head out to get sights on whoever alucard was rambling about.

it’s him, the same boy you apologized to—-two days ago. you begin to grow anxious, watching his swift moves of combat.

“he’s so cool.” alucard stared in awe.

“do you think i can do that _____?” he asked, clearly immersed. you promised yourself to never look at him again, but here you are—under his gaze once again.

“i want to fight you.” you state plainly, even knowing how dangerous he was on the battlefield.

“is this because of the incident the other day? i thought i told you it was a misunderstanding. there is nothing we can do about it.”

“no, i want to test my strength.” granger looks stunned and almost terrified. you looked so determined it honestly shocked him.

“just once.”

“you’re suspended.”

“we can do it in the woods.” he’s hesitant to comply, but your expressions of determination and stubbornness are surely the death of him.

in the end, you lose to the hands of granger.

maybe it was a proposal of becoming friends with him—but you hung out everyday after that.

“_____! t-t-that’s granger!” alucard’s eyes light up in adoration. granger gives you a small glare, you shrug—alucard had just become friends with his role-model.

the three of you decided a trip to the woods would be a nice getaway. you three were almost of age—meaning your departure from the monastery was coming soon.

“catch you guys later!” alucard leaves early due to business.

departure from the monastery also meant the separation between the three of you. those two dimwits made your days at the monastery a lot more bearable and for them to simply leave like that, was very upsetting.

“i didn't know it was gonna rain.” you look up, small water droplets running down your cheeks and eventually down your entire body. granger pulls you by the arm, gently shoving you under a tree trunk.

“stupid girl.” the space is small, it’s a tiny opening at the bottom of the trunk, only made for one person but you two make the room. you both sit across from each other as silence fills the air and the only audible sound is the pouring rain from above you.

“granger,” you hated the thought of even asking him.

“where are you gonna go after this?” you look at granger, his face is blank. you don’t think he likes your question very much.

“the moniyan empire, the queen requested us as lightborn soldiers.”

“oh.” was all you could utter. you avoid his gaze, holding your thighs close to your chest to create some warmth going through your body. granger’s head is already hitting the top of the tree trunk as he sits uncomfortably.

“that doesn’t mean we won’t see each other.” he mutters after some time.

“what do you mean?”

“your hometown is not too far from lumina city. we can always come visit.”

“right.” you nod, agreeing with his statement. his brows furrow in disappointment—he knew how upset you were. he couldn’t lie himself—-he didn’t know what he was gonna do without you. he could barely handle alucard alone. how could he even handle himself?

“listen closely,”

“i will come get you. do not feel any regret.” you let your arms fall and instead felt him pull you closer. you comply to his actions—as he sets his lips on yours. both your wet clothes sliding against each other’s from the close proximity.

“granger-“ his arm wraps around your waist, pulling you closer by the inch, hungrier and hungrier for your touch.

“for me to discard you like that—you would have to do something extremely wicked.”

“i doubt that day will ever come.” you relished his words of reassurance as he pulls away from your lips. his eyes look around for any type of emotion in your face, he needed to know how you were feeling.

“granger, i just don’t suppose you would ever come back for me. after we leave the monastery we are all on our own.” you were thrilled for granger. he was going to get promoted at the highest position as soon as he left this place.

“you, are mine. the monastery doesn’t separate us. please, tell me how i could just entirely rid of you, knowing you are my main priority. the monastery didn’t change our nature, the monastery didn’t make us.” granger is thorough with his explanation. his words were plain-spoken however still laced with empathy.

“you cannot say stuff like that. and then leave.”

“do you understand what i was waiting for?” you blankly declare. granger never looked at you as you spoke, so you didn’t either.

“you just had to wait a little longer.”

“i had waited far too long, you filled my head with lies. i tried to reason.” you discussed as calmly as you could. you had put a restraint on both your heart and emotions.

“i don’t think you understand. i left for you. im not someone you would wanna be around. you told me you had better plans than becoming a demon hunter. was i gonna to be the one who interrupted it?” you kept your eyes locked on anything but him. he was no longer apart of you, in your heart—he was absent.

“and were you one to neglect my feelings? i knew of nothing. i didn’t even begin to think about my own being when you left,” you interject. your eyes burned in frustration, tears threatened to fall from your eyes and you began to raise your voice in resentment.

“my thoughts were only of you, i hated thinking of you even when i didn’t want to. do you understand that?” his eyes, though cold as ice there is a slight sparkle of warmth. it watches each detail of your face. his intentions were unknown to you—but you hoped that he at least spared a spot in his heart for you.

“did you ever even think about how i felt?” your gaze shifts to him, the tension between his silence and your dispute are at battle.

“that irrational act ravished my reliance on you. you acted on my love.” granger takes the harsh truth, still searching for any opening to speak. by now, tears begin to prickle from your eyes. you wipe, wipe, and wipe—but it doesn’t falter.

though, granger’s face may look serene—and maybe even untroubled. he is deeply distraught, though his natural instincts are jittering—commanding him to bring you into an embrace, he knows better than to touch you, knowing how heartbroken you were.

he can’t even watch you without feeling sorrow himself. you weren't meant to be in this much pain. he was clueless as to truly how much agony you were in. it was a solid two years since you had last seen each other, those years—granger never spoke a word.

“you are no longer mine, granger.” you failed to care for yourself while waiting for his arrival. you knew independence and you were not afraid of being alone. but granger uttered those heartfelt words and it never got out of your head. you remembered those words like a prayer and it caused you to lose sight of yourself.

“i may no longer be yours, but you are still mine.” as much as you denied it—you were still his. you couldn’t admit that to him. your hatred against granger was inevitable, no one could change your mind about that. but it was not strong enough. your heart knew the way to go—your heart decided the best way to go about was granger.

“i have told you this far many times, it wasn't supposed to be this way. i want you to understand that. you are still you, as i am me. time is temporary. i had enough fear of losing you to even neglect you like that.” his hand is placed on the back of your head, which was not of your knowledge considering the uncontrollable sobbing mess you were.

“i want you to join me on the battlefield. through that time ill make it up to you. i will show you all the things you have missed out on since our separation.” granger gently stroked the back of your head, tangling your hair through his fingers. you knew his proposal was entirely true—you were going to join him on the battlefield and he would show you all the things you missed out on.

knowing that, you still dread of seeing his face—every single day. granger liked to be alone, he would eat alone, sleep alone, and heal alone. were you really the person to be a nuisance to him? these thoughts ate at your head. through your time apart, granger seemed like he had no problem being alone and without a partner. you couldn’t bare the thought of being a burden to him.

“yes. i want to join you granger.” his eyes twinkle and glimmer in delight at your response. if granger said it—it was gonna to be made true. of all the things he said, it was mostly true. he told you he would come back for you—in a two year span, but he made it happen.

he takes hold of your wrist, placing a delicate kiss upon it. maintaining a strong hold on your eyes with his. his movements are gentle, you had never felt the touch of granger—or practically anyone since some time, it was so foreign to you.

“im glad your love hasn't been deprived of.” if granger was going to be true to his words, then you would never allow your love to perish even if you were in denial or your heart was tentative.

his greatest flaw was his devotion because in all scenarios, he was always going to find a way back whether your heart desired it or not.

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Truth or Dare (Hermione Granger x Reader)

warnings: smut, mature topics

after an intense game of truth or dare, with lots of teasing, secret touches and dirty whispers, Hermione drags Y/N back to the Gryffindor prefect dorm with only one intention, to punish her for all the teasing she had done.

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Y/N's smile never managed to falter as she stepped first into the prefect dorm with Hermione slowly trailing behind, plopping herself happily on the queen bed her and her girlfriend shared through the year. the effects of Veritaserum quickly wearing off as she laid back and stared blankly at the ceiling, completely oblivious to her sexually frustrated girlfriend leaning against the doorframe.

Hermione rolled her eyes discreetly at Y/N, pushing herself from the doorframe and shutting the door behind her. she bit her lip at the friction caused from turning her thighs, rubbing against the throbbing wet skin in between her legs. ignoring the pleasureful feeling, she quietly locked the door, resting her slender fingers on the lock. her mind now rushing with thoughts about how she'd punish her girlfriend, and boy she wasn't gonna hold back.

silence was now overtaking the room, Hermione decided to be first to break it. "Are you happy with yourself?" she asked, her monotone voice filling the room. Y/N quirked her eyebrows at her girlfriend, still not opening her eyes in an attempt to relax. "Come again?" she responded, knowing exactly what she had said. Hermione glared at her, her eyes going dark and clouded with a silent annoyance. "Whats that supposed to mean?" she asked, opening her eyes as she stared at her girlfriend's beautiful figure in the doorway.

Hermione tsked at her girlfriend, now crossing her arms as she stared at Y/N with her lips pursed into a thin line. "You seriously thought you could pull those acts and get away with it?" she asked. Y/N didn't say anything, letting her eyes scan her girlfriend from bottom to top. "You've been a bad girl today, turning me on before the game, so naughty." Hermione husked out innocently, licking her lips as she watched Y/N's eyes widen at what she said. "Can you elaborate on that, Miss Granger?" Y/N's lips formed into a smirk as she shot Hermione a challenging look, the tension in the room rising every breath.

"Gladly." Hermione smirked, shifting her gaze away from her girlfriend, now swiftly searching for her wand. once she spotted it in one of the drawers, she grabbed it before clearly and loudly shouting a spell, her eyes now locked onto her girlfriend. "Muffilato." Hermione set her wand down where it was prior, now making her way to the bed where Y/N was seated. "I'd much rather show it to you, if you let me." Hermione's voice still low, now standing about a meter away from her girlfriend. she bit her lip as she watched Y/N quickly nod her head. "Come over here then, my love."

Y/N abruptly stood up, walking over to Hermione who was smirking at how easy her girlfriend obeyed her. Y/N was now standing infront of her, her legs closing as she watched Hermione carefully and closely. Hermione bit her bottom lip as her eyes wandered up and down Y/N'a body, new sensations now rising inbetween her legs. "What do you have planned, Granger?"

Hermione chuckled seductively in response, sitting down at the edge of the bed as she slipped off her trousers, now left in her white laced panties Y/N had loved so much. Y/N's eyes lowered to her girlfriend's bare legs, then tracing her upper body. Hermione slowly and teasingly opened her legs, letting Y/N get a small preview of what was to come, (literally 😏). "On your knees, doll." Hermione commanded, her eyes watching Y/N do everything she instructed, falling to her knees now patiently waiting for what to do next.

it was obvious that Y/N was trying her best not to touch Hermione, her eyes still not leaving her girlfriend's body. "Take them off me?" Hermione asked. Y/N's hand instantly pushed themselves onto Hermione's bare thighs, grazing her fingers up to her panties. hooking her fingers around the white lace underwear, she pulled them down, her breath hitching at the sight of Hermione's folds. Y/N threw the underwear to god knows where. Hermione smirked at the action, watching every inch of what her girlfriend was doing. "Now be a good girl for me and get to work."

Y/N leaned into her girlfriend's center, breathing in the scent of arousal radiating off it. she latched herself to her clit, flattening her tongue against the area, eliciting a loud moan in reply. she prodded her tongue out, licking slow circles around Hermione's clit, rolling her eyes as she tasted her. Y/N started to suck hard at the bundle of nerves, making Hermione moan louder than ever at the feeling.

she rolled her eyes at the amount of pleasure she was feeling, feeling weak she let herself fall back onto the soft mattress, a loud moan escaping her mouth. "Faster! More! Please!" she repeated, to which her girlfriend of course obeyed, moving her tongue around her swollen clit even faster, her fingers now pumping in and out of her. Hermione's hand trailed down to Y/N, grabbing a fistful of her hair. Y/N couldn't help but moan at the force.

Hermione started to feel a familiar knot gather at the bottom of her stomach, arching her back several inches off the bed, tightening her grip on her girlfriend's hair, signaling she was close. her legs started to shake uncontrollably, her whole body convulsing at the feeling Y/N was giving her. "Don't stop- i-" she cut herself off with an animalistic moan, finally climaxing onto her girlfriend's tongue, coating it in her substance.

Y/N smiled to herself as she hovered over her girlfriend, instantly connecting their lips together in a passionate kiss, Hermione pulling her closer by the back of her neck as she moaned into the kiss. she wrapped her legs around Y/N's waist. "Merlin, i love you." Y/N mumbled against her girlfriend's lips, feeling her heart hammer against her chest from with love as she rested her forehead against Hermione's. she felt like the luckiest human on earth.

Fin.

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