Voldemort: There must be endless information you’ve gathered throughout all your past lives
Harry: I know everyone’s dirty little secrets
Voldemort: I don’t suppose you’d share any with me…?
Harry: You would never guess which Hogwarts professor has a foot fetish
Voldemort: Not at all the sort of information I was looking for
Voldemort:
Voldemort: who
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Gryffindor Red: Chapter 12
Excerpt
She flings the cloak off and stares at him, agog. “You have the bloody nerve to have a go at me, when you’ve dragged Ron into your stupid suicide mission to bait Dementors? Are you actually insane? What part of that plan sounds good?”
“When she puts it like that, mate -”
“Ron can make his own decision; and he’s not scared shitless like the villagers -”
“Of course he’s scared shitless! They’re Dementors!”
“Er, ‘shitless’ is a strong word -”
“How’s your head so buried for once?! Merlin, it’s all they can talk about in the Three Broomsticks - Madam Rosmerta says it’s not natural, that they linger outside for longer than they should -”
"I wouldn’t like it either, but they’re not doing anything they’ve not been told to -”
“So you think it’s safe?”
“- there’s a criminal on the loose, Harry; it’s a precaution -”
“You think that I’m paranoid?”
“YES!” she all but screams in Harry’s face.
“Well,” and suddenly Harry looks unbearably smug, “If you think it’s so safe, then you won’t mind staying out with us. They aren’t supposed to go near students, after all.”
The wind is truly knocked out of her sails. She gapes at him, wordless.
“You can say you’re supervising us if it makes you feel better,” Harry says, beginning to grin, for he knows he’s caught her.
And - the thing is - she doesn’t really believe what she’s saying. She doesn’t think Dementors patrolling Wizarding London are a good idea. She wants to know as much as he does just why the Ministry thinks they’re necessary, and just who this criminal is.
But the thought of Harry and Ron, by themselves in a dingy backstreet, with the foulest Non-beings she can think of drifting around, makes her heart clench in fear.
(She’ll say anything at this point to get them to agree to just come back to the castle -)
“Ten minutes,” she manages to get out through gritted teeth.
“An hour. C’mon Hermione,” he wheedles at her stony expression, “how can we do this without the Brightest Witch of -”
“Thirty minutes.”
“Fine.”
“Fine!”
“FINE!”
Hermione stomps to the far end of the alleyway, irate, wanting to be as far away from Harry James Potter as physically possible.
“What happened to ‘Ron can make his own decision’?” Ron grumbles rhetorically into the air.
No one answers him.
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MATTHEO being absolutely obsessed with readers clit?
Like I imagine him just prying her legs open, sliding her panties to the side and rubbing it so nicely :(
Whenver he's about to fuck her he'd make her cum so many times by just rubbing it against her clit while she whines for him to put it in!
Ior or they're in a bath relaxing after a long day and he just slides his hands down and start rubbing it, not giving a fuck if its too much :0
Absolutely frothing at the mouth YES!!!!!
It's his favorite activity 😩
And watching you squirm and whine whenever he's rubbing his tip along your entrance and clit! In a modern setting, he has several videos of him just doing that and zooming into your face to watch your reactions because that gets him off soooooo badly 😔🙌
Bro instantly perks up when you mention having a bath and he just instantly invites himself
Like you need to destress? Princess, I know exactly what you need 🫡
Proceeds to finger you senseless in the tub until you've cum at least four times
Is the type of man to just cup your pussy while he does random things—
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