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Foxtail & Wolfsbane Part 45

Summary: Your lifelong obsession to hunt down the Nine-Tailed Fox has not gone as expected, and seventeen years later, you find yourself coming back to the place where it all started: Hogwarts. However, with Sirius Black’s escape from Azkaban and Headmaster Dumbledore’s hire of a certain Professor R. J. Lupin, you suddenly find yourself intertwined in the fates of those with whom you thought you had parted ways with long ago.

[Multi-Post Story] [Rowan Scamander x Reader] [Remus Lupin x Reader] [Young Sirius Black x Reader] [Tristan Graves x Reader] [Severus Snape x Reader] *Note: Rowan Scamander, Tristan Graves, Susana Holmes, Cas Carneirus, Henrietta Weiss, Thomas Picquery, and Magdalene Clarke are OC characters.

[Warning: Story Contains Explicit Smut.] [Warning: References to Light Choking.]

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Shoes scattered at the doorway of your bedroom (with the laces of his Oxfords tangling with the laces of your sneakers), socks peppering the trail from the door to the bed, clothes tossed haphazardly so that Remus’ jacket ended up on a heap on the floor and your light jumper caught on the bedpost – these little signs, these little consequences of loving each other perhaps showed that despite everything, your souls had not changed after all.

You and Remus barely made it to the bed – in fact, you only ended up on the bed because Remus was kissing you so fervently that he accidentally pushed you up against the bed and you vaguely fell back until you found yourself sitting on the edge of the bed. Remus remained standing, but he leaned down and cupped your face in his hands as he continued to kiss you. His soft lips grasped at yours in a way that made your heart race.

Wanting more, you ran your hands up his arms and then, grasping his shoulders, you got up onto your knees. Kissing him back, you parted his lips a bit more before playfully running your tongue along his lower lip. Remus responded instantly, catching your lips in a real, deep kiss. You moaned softly. He wrapped his arms tightly around your waist, drawing you to him. Feeling his warmth radiate against your own skin, you felt indescribably loved, happy, and safe. Remus, your mind whispered, over and over again. Remus, Remus, Remus… Your hands slid up from his shoulders into his hair and you hugged Remus as you clutched onto his soft locks.

“You smell so wonderful,” you murmured. “And you taste…” You paused and pressed your mouth to his again, before you whispered devoutly, “…amazing…”

“You’re being silly,” Remus whispered back. “I think those car fumes got to your head.”

You smiled. “It wasn’t that, Rem.”

“You sure?”

“Mhm.” You kissed him again, and then you confessed, “Though the sight of you trying to fix the car did make me fall in love with you all over again.”

“Me looking foolish, you mean?”

“Yes,” you agreed, “looking all lost and hopeless. You didn’t know what you were doing, did you?”

“Not a clue.”

You laughed. “I knew it. And that’s why I love you.”

“That’s why?”

“Oh, yes,” you said easily.

“Strange,” Remus murmured.

You grinned, and then you kissed Remus again, ever so lovingly.  Several minutes passed by, with the two of you indiscernibly pressed together, before you parted briefly to draw breath. Even then, Remus did not loosen his hold on you, and you simply rested your forehead against his cheek. You whispered, “I really missed you.”

Hearing the genuine feeling in your voice, Remus reached up and caught your chin in his hand. He gently pushed your face up and he looked into your eyes. As always, the shades of hazel in Remus’ eyes were difficult to read, shimmering and clouding all at once, and conveying how complicated his soul always was.

You gazed back at him. “Well… won’t you say it back?”

Staring at your bright eyes, and recognizing that spunk that you had always had and that he had always entirely adored, Remus nodded seriously.

“Good,” you whispered softly.

Remus reached out and played gently with a strand of your hair, which had wandered over to your cheek. You smiled at him, and your smile was so kind and patient – weary even. Remus recognized within you something that you had not had before, when you were a student at Hogwarts, but had earned through your years since then – a tired, but resolute grace.

As a girl, it was that sense of adventure, the thrill of the chase, and the endless curiosity of what might be outside of the small, known world that gave you your boundless energy. At that time, this energy had been singular and entirely unaffected. It had been an amazing thing to behold. Back then, Remus had always marveled at how your cute little frame had been able to hold in your boundless energy.

But now, you were a woman, someone who could remain grounded in herself. You were no less spirited and no less adventurous – that sparkle in your eye told Remus all too clearly that you would forever be a little spirit masquerading as a human. However, instead of searching for an elusive adventure, you’d braved one already, and you now knew the value of a home. 

You’d always had this aspect of patience to you, of course. Remus had felt it whenever you bit back your questions when you saw his scars, but it had felt strained then. Now, you felt more certain in yourself and everything that you felt for Remus radiated all the more strongly for that.

Remus gently ran his fingers across your face, tracing your cheeks and lips before running his finger up to brush your hair out of your eyes. You closed your eyes, to focus on feeling his touch. You admitted, in a quiet voice, “You touch me so well.”

“Yeah?”

“Yes… So, don’t stop.”

Remus slowly slipped his thumb over your lower lip and pushed your mouth open, just a little. You breathed out softly – and Remus paused. Then, he kissed you fiercely.

“Mmpfh!” You were surprised by how greedily he kissed you, but as soon as his lips met yours, you responded in equal fervor. You were still on your knees, and your knees nearly slipped off of the bed.

Remus started and he fell forward. You both toppled over onto the bed. Remus managed to get his hands out in time to stop himself from landing on you. “Sorry! Are you all right?”

You laughed in delight from under him. “What was that, Rem? You kissed me so fervently! You did miss me, didn’t you?”

Remus let out a breath of relief. So bright, especially when you feel safe. I want to protect you, to preserve this space, where you can be yourself and be happy, just like this.

“Something wrong?” you asked, noticing that he was rather lost in thought.

Awakening at the sound of your voice, Remus suddenly trapped you in his arms and he kissed you once more, stealing your breath away in a mere second.  “No,” he said, between kisses. “Nothing’s wrong. Nothing at all.” He kissed you quite passionately, slowly nudging your head back kiss by kiss – and then the kiss softened and your lips slotted perfectly against each other… And Remus kept kissing you and kissing you -

“Mmm,” you breathed out. “Ah…” You pressed your hands against his handsome face and whispered, “L-Let me catch my breath, love…”

“I don’t wanna let you catch your breath,” Remus whispered. “I’ve forgotten how cute you are when you pant.” Still, Remus acquiesced and broke the kiss, although he kept his lips brushing against yours as he whispered, “I missed you too, Lovely. I missed you more than you could ever know.”

You closed your eyes, and you let yourself fall into this wonderful, if not slightly melancholy, feeling of having your heart so incredibly full.

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There was a wonderful anticipation, all tangled up with an even more wonderful familiarity, as you and Remus rediscovered each other.

You recalled that you loved to pepper Remus’ stomach and hips with kisses, but at the same time, you found that you had forgotten some lovely details – like how he squirmed slightly when you kissed his cock through his briefs, how he trembled when you pulled his briefs down and then let your warm breath pass over his cock, how he blushed softly when you took a moment to kiss his hips all over, how he let out a soft, hurried pant when you finally parted your lips and took him into your mouth, how he grasped your hair increasingly tighter as you started to move your head back and forth, and how he let out that low moan that seemed to reverberate through his scar-covered chest when you let his cock push into your throat.

“Does it – Does it feel good?” you huffed out. “I don’t know if I’m doing it right.”

“You feel perfect,” Remus groaned, and that low grumble in his voice told you that he was telling the truth.

You closed your eyes and worked even harder, wanting nothing more than to please Remus. In your mind, you had a secret wish. I wish he’d love my mouth as much as I love his hands…

All the while, you were on your knees on the bed and you held onto his hips as you tasted his cock on your tongue, over and over again.

“Lovely,” Remus choked out hoarsely, followed by a tight “nngh” as you bobbed your head up and down once again.

“Mm, getting so hard, Rem,” you whispered.

“Y-Yes,” Remus stammered.

At one point, Remus came close to cumming – and you suddenly felt his hand slip around your neck. Your eyes widened, and your heart let out a happy little jolt, but Remus, coming to his senses, had already taken his hand away.

Instead, he started to squirm away from you. But you reached up, grabbed his tie (for he was still wearing his button-up and tie) and you pulled him right back to your needy little mouth.  I do like this tie, you affirmed in your head, as you held it tightly in your hand. I like it very much.

“L-Lovely,” Remus stuttered out. “Ah – hah – ah…!”

You moaned hotly, with Remus’ cock still filling up your mouth. You loved hearing Remus’ moans and you adored the way his hips were shivering. More, Remus, more, you pleaded in your head, and you worked yourself that much harder to make him moan harder.

Remus groaned heavily. For a moment, he leaned over you, and his hand slammed into the bedpost. He grabbed it tightly as he tried to remain upright.

“Mmpfh!” A light sound of air escaping you sounded out as Remus’ cock suddenly filled your mouth. 

It was quite sweet though, that even though Remus was about to lose control entirely, he was still gently holding your hair back for you with his other hand. True, his grip on your hair was quite tight, but still, it showed his true gentlemanly colors that he didn’t suddenly yank at your hair – thought I wouldn’t mind that either, you found yourself thinking.

Finally, Remus panted out hoarsely, “T-That’s quite enough, sweetheart. Unless you want it to end here – ah…”

Putting your warm hands on his abs, you kissed your way up his thigh and stomach. Resting your chin on his stomach, you looked up at him. “Whatever you want. I’d honestly love for you to cum in my mouth. I must admit, I want to taste you. Mm…Yes. But I also want to feel you inside me. I’m all wet, and I want you, Remus.” You lifted your head slightly and began to kiss your way back down his stomach, as you murmured, “Your call, love.”

“Christ,” Remus muttered, feeling your soft kisses fluttering all over his stomach, “you’re so – you’re so…”

“What?” you whispered. You suddenly slid your hands up to his shoulders and then arched your back, stretching to kiss his chest –

“Christ,” Remus repeated. He felt spellbound by you. Warring desires rose up inside of him – he wanted to simply watch you and take you in, but he also wanted to take you… His hands flexed for a moment, as he imagined grasping your hips, your neck, your hair.

Before you could repeat your question and bring the conversation back full circle, Remus had gently pushed you onto your side. He pushed up your thighs a little, so that he could see your pussy peeking out from between your legs.

“Hm…?” A soft sound of surprise left you, as you went very quickly from giving to finding yourself in a position very much meant to receive.

“I think you too regard me too highly,” Remus said, his voice rather raspy. “I’m not very patient when I’m with you, I’m afraid. I can’t take my time with you, after all.”

You felt Remus’ warm hand cover your hip. Then, his fingers tightened and Remus pulled you gently but quite firmly towards him. At the same time, Remus shuffled closer to the edge of the bed, until his cock was pressing gently against your pussy.

You held your breath in anticipation. Remus’ eyes flickered up to yours. “Do you want this, Lovely?”

You nodded fervently.

“You do?”

“Yes…”

“Are you certain?”

“Yes.” You breathed out heavily, as you added, “Please.”

Remus’ cock throbbed when he heard you say “please” so sweetly, but he merely nodded and then – he slowly began to push the tip of his cock between your warm pussy folds.

You tensed at once. “Ah…”

“Tell me if I’m going too fast,” Remus whispered tightly. She’s all wet, but she’s even tighter than I thought she would be. I’m going to have to push a bit.

“Lovely, tell me - ” Remus began again, but his breath gave out as he pushed in a little more – you cried out achingly and you suddenly pressed your face into the sheets. Your mind was already spinning in a soft whirl. How is he spreading me out so much already? I wonder if it’s because I’m lying on my side and my legs are together. But I – ah, ah, ah!  Remus pushed in a little more, and your fists tightened on the sheets… but it was no good, and you still shuddered quite obviously, a ripple running down your frame. Remus watched you, your lovely side silhouette all shivering as you were laid out on the bed, lying as still as you could, like a good girl, as you took in his cock, inch by inch.

“Darling, you’re so tight,” Remus breathed out. “Are you – Are you all right?” He didn’t realize it, but his nails were digging into the soft skin of your hip as he tried to control himself.

Your only reply was a soft, muffled whimper.

“Uh, fuck… Are you sure you’re all right?” Remus checked in on you.

You nodded. A small part of your mind took in the fact that Remus had cursed, and cursed so softly and gently that it made you want to smile. But in truth, most of your mind was struggling to cognize anything, as the soft burn you were feeling between your legs was making your heart go awry…

Remus frowned slightly. Pulling out of you, he put his other hand down on the bed and he leaned over you slowly. Then, he gently pressed a kiss against your shoulder.

“Lovely,” he called softly, for you had resolutely hidden your face away into the sheets.

“I’m – I’m fine,” you replied, though you were clearly panting into the sheets.

“Look at me. Please, I want to see your face.”

You shook your head softly.

Remus opened his mouth and bit your shoulder – not hard, but hard enough that it made you lift your head and look at him.

“Ow,” you mouthed softly.

Remus let out a soft chuckle. “There you are. Stubborn as ever, hm?”

You blushed. That was when Remus noticed how utterly flushed your entire face was, how your eyes were gleaming, yet dazed already, how the front of your hair was a right mess, and how hard you were breathing already.

Taken aback, Remus’ mouth fell open. “I didn’t hurt you somehow, did I?” His anxiety began to build up. “If it doesn’t feel good, you have to tell me. You know I’m not very – uh – experienced at this and – well, if I’m not making you feel good - ” 

“No, no,” you said quickly. “You didn’t hurt me at all. And it does feel good. It feels so good, Remus. It’s just that… As you were entering me, I - ” You swallowed softly.

“What?”

You hesitated, not wanting to sound silly. But Remus was looking at you with such gentle, almost scared eyes, that you felt you had to tell him the truth. So, you confessed, “I suddenly felt this rush inside of me, and I just – just desperately want you as deep inside of me as possible. I want so badly to feel that I was yours, and I want you to, you know, to give me that soft burn inside of me and – and all that.”

Remus watched as you nervously balled up his tie around your fist as you spoke.

“Such an intense feeling… I feel like a teenager all over again. It feels like a first love,” you murmured. “And so, I got – um – Well, I got all tight…”

“So that’s the reason, hm?” Remus realized. He grazed his lips softly against your shoulder. “It’s because you got all soft for me, isn’t it?”

When he puts it that way – With a sigh, you admitted, “I know how stupid it sounds. That’s why I didn’t want to tell you. I’d rather we just – we just keep going and – and – Remus?” You blinked in surprise as Remus suddenly stood back up. Then, he grasped your waist decisively and, with a deep grunt, he thrust his hips forward.

“Ah!” You gasped loudly as he finally took you, jolting his hips forward to push his cock deep into your pussy.

Remus moaned. Heaven. Feels so good to be inside her… He thrust again, fulfilling your desire to feel that soft burn inside of you. A first love… Does it feel that way? I suppose it does. But for me, it’s more of a continuation, as she’s been my only love. I’m forever in that state of first love with her. Yes, yes, yes…

“Hah, ah, hah…!” You gripped tightly at the sheets and panted out extremely fast as you felt Remus’ cock push deep inside of you, opening your tight walls up. At the same time, Remus felt your pussy clench on his cock. You let out a quiet, but tight whine and you shifted your thighs, so that they were rubbing softly against each other. As you did, you put your hands down on the bed and you slowly pushed yourself closer to the edge of the bed and closer to Remus. Then, gripping the sheets again, you swallowed hard and then you looked up – right at Remus – and your eyes clearly spelled out that you wanted – “More,” you whispered softly.

Remus was gone. Every wisp of coherent, rational thought dried up within the confines of his mind, and something else, something much more ancient and primal in the human soul than thought, took over.

Remus’ hands slid down your beautiful shape once – exactly once – and then, both of his hands found the curve of your waist. He grasped you tightly and all but pinned you to the bed – and then he thrust.

Some unholy moan rang out from you, and you shivered all over the bed, but Remus’ strong grasp kept you pinned to the bed and Remus was already steadily working up to an intense rhythm. It wasn’t so much that he was taking you quickly, so much as his thrusts were strong and deep and he simply wouldn’t let up one bit no matter how strangled your moans got or how terribly you shivered or how tightly your pussy clenched on his cock.

“Remus! Ah!” you gasped out, shocked by how intensely he was taking you and how damn good he was making you feel. It was in this moment that you had to recognize that somewhere between that shy, timid boy and that furious, beastly werewolf – there was a man, a man who knew, beyond every doubt, that he loved you.

“Uhn, uhn, uhn!”  Your cries were fast turning into wails. Because it was all too much. To think that everything had come full circle - to remember those first kisses by the library window, that soft and secret touching session in your bed under the Ravenclaw tapestry, and that strange, but truly wonderful session in that broom cupboard when you and Remus first decided to give your relationship a try, and those sweet, young moments of being together right after graduation, to that night where the two of you had first made love and so many unspoken truths burst into sharp reality – only to be able to give yourselves over to each other now without holding back, it was honestly overwhelming and the intense heat flaring up all along your body was elevated elevated a hundredfold by the memories flooding through your heart.

It occurred to you that you were stuttering something out – some strange, gemlike thing came tumbling out of your lips – and it was as if both you and Remus heard it at the same time: “I – I… you…”

It was likely the only thing that could have made Remus pause, but pause he did. And when he slowed down, his body suddenly caught up to him and Remus himself was abruptly aware of how much his abs were burning and how tight his chest was. Letting out a hard breath, he reached up and pushed his hair out of his eyes and wiped away the sweat appearing on his forehead. But then, he reached down and grasped your face in his hand rather tightly. He murmured quietly, “What did you just say?”

You blinked furiously. Sweat was dripping down your forehead too. Remus tenderly wiped it away with his sleeve. And when you reached down and used his tie to wipe away a spot he had missed, Remus smiled at you. “What did you say, Lovely? I want to know…” As Remus asked his question again, he ran his hands all up and down your body, partly because he remembered you saying that you rather liked his hands and partly because he couldn’t help himself. You were still wearing your shirt and your bra, and Remus now took the opportunity to slowly strip off of your shirt and your bra.

You shivered a little as the cold air washed over your skin. But it also seemed to wake you up a little, as you managed to reply, with a soft smile, “Just… I love you.”

Remus’ eyes flooded with warmth. “Is that so?” he whispered, leaning down to nuzzle your nose.

You closed your eyes and smiled as you scrunched your nose. “Yes…”

Remus grasped your waist and pushed you up the bed a little, so that he could join you on the bed.

“But you knew that already,” you murmured.

Remus grasped both of your hands in his and, squeezing your hands tightly, he pushed your hands gently down onto the bed. Using his thigh, he quickly pushed open your thighs, simultaneously shifting you over onto your bed. “But I don’t mind hearing you say it.”

You blinked as you suddenly found your boyfriend standing between your legs, with his sturdy hips pushing open your soft little thighs. “Oh…” you whispered. Your heart thumped quite hard in your chest.

Remus came onto the bed and, hovering over you, he looked down at you. His hazel eyes were flooded with an enchanting softness as murmured, “You know, don’t you? That I love you, too.” He paused, and for a moment, he seemed worried, as he insisted, “You must know.”

Your eyes became misty, and your heart swelled with love as you whispered back, “Yes.”

Remus nodded. Then, he bent his head down until his forehead met yours. He squeezed your hands tightly in his again, and then – “ah!” you cried out, as Remus pushed himself back inside of you.

As Remus kept making love to you, and as your mind became hazier and hazier and your toes began to curl, your hands slipped down Remus’ sides. You instinctively clutched onto his shirt to stop yourself – but Remus thrust just then – and with a soft, raspy cry, you accidentally yanked Remus’ shirt with both of your hands. A button flew off and bounced onto the sheets.

“A-Ah, s-sorry!” you stuttered out.

“Never mind,” Remus grunted, and he kept going. You felt so good to him, with your soft, velvety walls opening up for him and squeezing so tightly at his cock, plunging in and out of your now wet little hole.

At one point, you lifted your head and kissed and bit Remus all down his neck and shoulders. Then, as Remus took you harder and harder, he reached up and grabbed the headboard with one hand, and you found yourself staring blearily at his chest. You made to bite his chest, too, but the tie got in the way. He also still had his shirt on. Don’t know how that never came off, you thought hazily. I’ve been negligent.

“W-Wait – ah – R-Remus,” you moaned.

“What is it?” Remus growled, with a low groan following his question. He was fucking your pussy so well, and he was starting to get close to that point of losing all conscious control. But when he opened his eyes and stared down at your flushed face, his brow furrowed. “Am I being too rough?”

“No. It’s only that… I want to feel – feel your warmth. I want these - ” you gave two quick tugs at his tie and shirt “ – off.” And you finished with a nice, “Please.”

Rather sheepishly, Remus mumbled, “Ah. Right. I forgot I was still wearing these.” He reached up and made to unbutton his shirt. You quickly reached up and helped him – undoing his tie and helping him with half the buttons.

You both were panting quite heavily and your fingers slipped and scattered all over the place as you both impatiently cast aside his tie and his shirt.

But once they were off, you eagerly pulled Remus back on top of you and then you hugged him so that he fell onto you – and while Remus voiced his concern that he was crushing you, you let out a happy sigh and hugged him tighter, sinking into his warmth and taking in his wonderful scent.

Meanwhile, Remus was going, “Lovely? Lovely, I’m crushing you, aren’t I? Can you breathe?”

“Mhm,” was all you said, for you were too occupied with nuzzling his shoulder with your cheek, while appreciating the way he was making you feel so safe and so warm. All I need, you thought, is that burn inside of me again…

Remus’ brow furrowed, however, as he wasn’t sure which question you were saying “mhm” too. He hastily pushed himself up.

When you let out a soft noise of protest, he looked at you confusedly.

“Where are you going?” you breathed out. “Don’t you want to continue?”

“I… I thought I was…” Remus began.

However, it didn’t matter, as you already pulled him back down on top of you. Wrapping your arms around him, you buried your face against his neck and sighed out happily.

“Aren’t I too heavy?” Remus whispered to you, still worried. “I feel like I’m crushing you.”

At this, you mumbled, a bit mindlessly, “Well, maybe I like being crushed. You ever think of that, Remus Lupin?”

Oh. To his complete surprise, Remus felt his chest constrict and the muscle in his jaw jumped as he suddenly clenched his jaw. I could give that to her.

But then, startled at himself, Remus shook his head and bleated out, “Uh, I don’t – I don’t think you know what you’re saying.”

At this, you did in fact pause. “Oh. What did I say? Did I say something silly?”

Remus stared down at you. Oh, she wasn’t serious.

You blinked up at him and let out a soft sigh. “Can’t we talk a little later? I… I would rather…” You closed your eyes and rolled your hips gently against him. “I want to make love with you, and get lost in that.” You moaned out, “Mm, can’t we, Rem? Can’t we – ah - do that?”

Remus blinked. Well, yes. Yes, certainly, a low voice in his head whispered. But all he managed to stutter out was, “Er… I s’pse so.”

You ran your hands all over his chest. You whispered, in a raspy voice, “Well, give it to me, then.”

Remus felt his cock throb at your words. Slowly, without realizing it, he was beginning to loosen up. In truth, he had, in his own unconscious, been struggling with his anxieties, most of them generated by his overthinking. It’s my first time being together with Lovely again. What if I do something wrong? What if I make her uncomfortable? What if I can’t make her feel good?

But the way you were asking him, in such straightforward words, to simply be with you and to take you, helped Remus to shut away the part of his mind that was always causing him to worry. Feeling more confident, Remus pushed his cock back inside of you. You both let out low moans of pure pleasure at how good it felt. Your thighs twitched as you felt his cock pushing deeper into you.

Remus’ arms came in slightly, keeping you right below him, and you held onto him in a hug, as he began to take you harder and harder.

Yeah, feels – uhn – so good, Remus thought. He closed his eyes and gritted his teeth as he rolled his hips against you. Your legs were slowly but surely being pushed open more and more as Remus began to take you more aggressively.

Ah… you moaned, both in your head and aloud. Gods, I’ve forgotten how good it feels to be with him like this. Mm, Remus. You wondered vaguely if he could feel how hard your heart was beating for him. Wanting Remus to realize how in love with him you felt, you grasped onto his arms and then, lifting your head a little, you peppered kisses all up and down the insides of his arms.

Remus groaned, and his reply was to thrust into you harder. You moaned and fell back against the bed, only you turned your head and pressed your mouth against Remus’ wrist. You were now panting rather audibly, for Remus was doing his utmost to thrust you into you hard and fast, for that unbearable tightness was beginning to coil in both of your stomachs, and Remus was not only chasing his pleasure rather intently, but he could very much feel how tight and wet you’d gotten, and it felt so fucking good for Remus to sink his cock into your little pussy over and over again, that he was truly beginning to get lost – not just in that soft, romantic way, but also in that rather carnal and lustful realm of pure sex and pure pleasure.

Remus dropped his head and began to huff into the blankets just above your head, and his hips dropped slightly, too, meaning that his cock delved deeper into your pussy as he pounded into you.

“Ah!” you cried out, and the cry tore out of your throat. That cry joled Remus slightly back to reality.

“Lovely, am I – uhn – am I taking you too hard?” Remus whispered, checking in with you.

You shook your head furiously. “No, it f-feels so g-good. Ah…! Harder! Please, harder!” you begged.

“Mm,” Remus growled lowly, and he leaned into you to raise his hips a bit more. You breathed out as you felt your legs lift slightly in the air, and then Remus, knowing that he had your consent, began to properly pound into you, to properly fill your tight cunt with his cock, over and over and over again.

It was all too soon that your mind began to whirl, and stars began to flood your already hazy vision. Your breaths came out in sharp exhales, bursting out of you. Your tummy rippled as you trembled under Remus, with his thighs pushing up against yours consistently, and his cock delving deep into your tight hole repeatedly. 

“Uhn!” you moaned desperately, with your voice wrenching into a tight cry. You were shifting atop the bed too, rocking your hips back and forth as much as you could, taking in as much of Remus as you could, and wanting that sweet, sweet release –

Ugh, s-shit, Lovely, if you m-move like that, I’m going to – I’m going to – Remus grabbed you roughly and kissed you – he fell on top of you – you let out a muffled cry – and then, Remus thrust into you as hard as he could –

“NNGH!” You let out a hard, labored cry –

Remus barely ripped away from you in time. Remus, leaning over the bed on his hands and knees, though with one hand on his cock, came all over the bed. He was bent over and he let out a low moan, almost a whine, as he pumped his cock with his hand – and his cum spurted all over the sheets.

You wanted to go to him, perhaps sink onto your knees and kiss his stomach all over as he came, but you were so entirely spent that all you could do was pant your heart out and watch Remus through an intense, misty, pink haze…

Finally, when Remus had managed to calm himself down, he came back to you, sliding towards you on the bed. You were still lying with your head on the headboard, but lying out on the bed otherwise, and with your hands resting on your tummy.

Remus came over to you. He approached you slowly and he gave you the gentlest kiss on your shoulder as he whispered, “How are you?”

You were still exhausted, but you smiled softly and replied, in a somewhat raspy voice, “Splendid.”

Remus paused. In a tone that managed to be both shy and teasing, he lisped quietly, “That’s quite the adjective.”

“Mm…” you agreed.

Remus reached up and made to push his sweaty hair out of the way, but that stubborn little lock of hair on his forehead flopped right back out.

“Pft…”

“Are you laughing at me?” Remus said, lifting an eyebrow at you.

You shook your head. “No, sir.”

“Are you sure?” As Remus spoke, he looped his arm around you and pulled you to him.

“Mhm,” you replied.

“You absolutely sure?” Remus whispered, biting lightly at your ear. At the same time, his hand grazed over your thigh and – you breathed out – as he gently pressed his fingers over your pussy.

“I – ah – Yes, I-I’m sure,” you stuttered out. You were still so warm between your legs, and you were feeling rather tender, too. And yet… You swallowed hard as you felt your pussy clench softly at the thought of having Remus again.

Remus hesitated. Was it just my imagination or did Lovely just twitch her hips? He pushed himself up on one arm, so that he could glimpse your face.

You were still looking rather flushed, and you were gazing downwards in somewhat of a daze. But then, when Remus pressed his fingers lightly against you once more, sure enough, he noticed the way you wiggled your hips immediately. Speaking very softly, so as not to break the haze you were in, he asked you, “Lovely, do you want my fingers inside of you?”

You paused. Then, you nodded.

“You do?”

“Yes…”

Remus smiled, and he gently pushed his fingers back inside of you.

“O-Oh…”

The instant Remus pushed his fingers inside of you, your pussy wrapped around his fingers tightly. Remus hissed softly, and his cock throbbed. Even tighter, and all hot around my fingers… Gods…

You had closed your eyes when you felt Remus enter you again, but you blinked your eyes open and looked around when you felt Remus suddenly disappear. “Remus?”

“One second.” Remus positioned himself between your legs. You pause when you felt his hands easily split your thighs open. You stared down in surprise as Remus then laid down and lowered his head to lap at your pussy. At the same time, he pushed his fingers back inside of you.

“Oh…!” You reached around blindly for a pillow and then put it over your head.

Remus chuckled lightly at the sight, but the next second, as he pushed his fingers deep inside of your hot little cunt, and then sucked hard at your pussy, the pillow fell off of your face and he saw how you were panting all over again. She’s so cute…

“Ah, Remus…” you moaned liltingly.

“Mm, yes, getting all wet again, darling?” Remus whispered, and he pressed his mouth to your clit and tongued you. “Mm…”

“Ah!”

“So sweet,” Remus groaned, and he slid forward slightly to taste more of you. At the same time, his fingers were pumping steadily in and out of you.

You stared up dizzily at the ceiling – and all you saw was a pink haze and a string of fuzzy golden lights… In your mind, you were chanting in a soft, needy whisper, Remus… Remus… Oh, Remus…!

Remus gently lifted your leg and draped it over his shoulder. Then, he reached down and slid his hands under your ass and lifted your hips slightly, and then he buried his head between your legs.

“Ah!” You gasped and arched your back at once. The pink haze disappeared, replaced by a strong, thrumming golden light that threatened to swallow you whole at once.

“Mmphf, mm, mm, mmm…” Remus moaned heavily as he ate you, lavishing your pussy all over with his tongue before sucking hard at your wet little pussy.

“A-Ah, ah, ah!” Your tummy rippled and buckled as you felt that intense pleasure coiling up in your tummy. Before you knew it, you had wrapped both of your legs around Remus’ shoulder, but then – you suddenly ripped yourself away, rolling over onto the side. You managed to grab the pillow and bury your face in it as you landed face-down, on your stomach.

Remus frowned and lifted his head. “Lovely? What’s wrong?” 

You panted hard into your pillow for a moment. Nngh, gotta get myself together… I – Ah… But I’m throbbing so much in my pussy…

“Are you all right?” Remus said worriedly, following you.

You lifted your head and looked over your shoulder at him.

Remus froze.

Then, you said, “Again.”

“A-Again?”

You blinked at him. “Do you not want to?” You glanced down. “It looks like you do.”

At this, Remus blushed slightly. But as he leaned over you, with his chin grazing your shoulder, he whispered, “Are you teasing me? Knowing I want to just as much as you, if not more, but wanting to hear me admit to it? Hm?”

You smiled as you gently lifted your hips and pressed your ass up against his cock. Moving your hips up and down a little, you murmured, “Maybe… I like when you get a little vocal.”

“Do you? I think it’s rather embarrassing.” Remus tenderly pushed aside your hair and kissed your shoulder.

“No, no,” you told him earnestly. “It’s quite – well, to tell you the truth, it’s very nice to listen to. It does things to me, if you catch my drift.”

Remus blushed. “If you don’t ever hear me moan again, it’s because of how self-conscious you’ve made me just now.”

“No, really,” you insisted. “You have this little puppy moan, but this deep growl and it – well, as I said, it does things to me, like make me go all tight and – mm!”

Remus reached over and put his hand over your mouth to shush your nonsense. At the same time, with his other hand, he grasped your hip and pushed you down firmly on the bed. “Shush, sweetheart,” he murmured, “that’s quite enough out of you.” With that, he pushed his cock back into your tender, wanting pussy.

“Mmm!”

“Uhn, f-fuck, sweetheart,” Remus groaned. So fucking warm inside of her, and she’s gripping already. Merlin, this isn’t going to take long.

You instinctively started to arch your back, but at that moment, Remus thrust into you – your thighs trembled, and you felt yourself collapse right back onto the bed. You let out a warbled, muffled cry as you hid your face into the pillow again. Ah, so deep, and I’m all – my pussy’s already so… nngh… You shut your eyes tightly and moaned quietly, but intensely as you felt Remus’ cock fill you right back up again.

Remus stared down for a moment at your shivering shoulders. His eyes traced the line of your beautiful, strong back. There was something about this position that Remus had always liked. He loved being able to glance down and see your sweet, soft little body taking up space in his bed, and the way you grasped at the pillow and buried your face in it to let out muffled moves was very cute, even if it did slightly annoy him that you were grasping onto the pillow instead of him. Besides, when Remus inevitably collapsed on top of you, he could keep you under him and form a sort-of protective barrier around you. He could cover you all over with kisses and you had to lie there and blush as you received his love, his love that he so wanted to give you, even if he wasn’t fully confident in his right to show you the depth of his desire for you. But for that moment, in the rush of the afterglow, he could finally show you, at least a little, how much he adored you…

Still, that moment was quite a ways away, for Remus was only beginning to take you again – going slow, though quite deep, as you were already quite wet, from your last session. He kept one hand pressed against the mattress, to hold himself up. But with his other hand, he reached down and slowly, slowly, slowly ran his hand up from your waist, up your back, all the way to your neck. He brushed your hair aside and then he gently wrapped his hand around the back of your neck.

Your heart leapt when you felt Remus’ hand close in around your neck. Oh my, you thought. You felt tempted to turn around and look at Remus, but you didn’t want him to take his hand away, so you obediently kept your head bowed down and waited eagerly in anticipation for Remus to take you – And take you, he did.

“Ah!” You gasped loudly, as Remus jerked his hips forward. His cock slammed back into you, until he bottomed out in you. Your knees bent as your feet kicked in the air. You grabbed the pillow for all you were worth and buried your face against it, moaning desperately.

Remus groaned equally desperately, and when he felt your cunt clench tightly around his cock, his hand tightened on the back of your neck too.

Breathing out harshly, Remus began to rut into you, relieved that your pussy was so wet, because it meant that he could take you rather roughly and it would be pleasurable to you, too. He felt your warm, tight, velvety walls being pushed open to take his cock as he pushed into you, and when he pulled out, your pussy would grip at him a little, as if you didn’t want him to pull out, as if you liked nothing better than to have his thick cock buried deep inside of your pussy.

You had the perfect pussy to fuck, Remus thought, because you were all warm and soft but right towards the end, deep in your pussy, you got very, very tight – and that tight spot of yours, that was what Remus chased, that was where he wanted to push into, because you felt so incredibly perfect all wrapped around his cock. And though you had never said anything aloud, Remus sensed that that was your sweet spot, and that when he was able to fuck his cock into you that deep over and over again, you seemed to lose your pretty little mind until you were sobbing and cumming all over him, which was exactly what Remus wanted.

Soon, you were huffing and puffing into the pillow and you needed more air. You shakily put your elbows onto the mattress and tried to lift your head.

Remus’ breath caught when he saw how stunning your shape was when you arched your back like that. What was more, with your head still slightly bowed down, your hair had fallen forward, and Remus could see exactly how easily and comfortably his hand was slotted against the back of your neck.

Remus squeezed – you moaned at once - and your head fell back a little, and you arched your back even more. At the same time, your hands shot out and slammed onto the headboard in front of you. Your breasts, in all their softness, were bouncing lightly in time to Remus’ fucking you, and your nipples were so pert and erect as you arched your back… Remus moaned hotly. Without realizing it, his fingers tangled messily with your hair and, fisting your hair in his hand, he pulled your head back a little. At the same time, he thrust into you again – you cried out – and your hands slipped and you fell right back down onto your pillow.

Remus quickly let you go, not even realizing that he’d just (albeit gently) yanked your head back like that right as he drove his cock into you, making you feel a burst of heat in your tummy. Remus blinked blearily as he watched as you shivered all over, with your hips shuddering against the sheets.

Godric, I can’t believe Lovely’s in my bed like this, shuddering away all like. Doesn’t she have any idea how beautiful she is? With a low, almost helpless moan, Remus leaned over and, slipping his hands under your shivering hips, he proceeded to run his hands all up and down your body until, finally, he grasped your breasts in hands, and then rutted into you roughly from behind.

“Oh, Godric! Ah!” you panted out. “R-Remus!”

Remus moaned and bit hard at your shoulder. “Gods, you’re wet,” he growled softly, but quite intensely into your ear. “So wet, Lovely,” he repeated, and then he moaned as he sloppily fucked your pussy.

You blushed a little. It was true, for you could hear the soft squelching sounds now as Remus fucked you, and you could feel how easily his cock was pushing in and out of you now, and most of all, you could feel how terribly, desperately hot you were in your tummy and between your legs.

“All wet,” Remus whispered, very much in love with you, and also teasing you a little as he noticed your face getting pinker and pinker as he kept telling you how wet you were. He squeezed your breasts in his hands and bit at your shoulder again before he whispered lowly, “Leaving all those little wet patches on my pants whenever we so much as kissed, do you know how much that messed with my head? I wondered if you were doing it on purpose at first, to torment me. But now, I see that you just can't help yourself.”

You tried to reply, but all that left your mouth was a protesting pant, followed by a deep, low moan.

“This explains how you could be so oblivious about it all,” Remus said accusingly, all the while grasping fervently at your breasts and taking you rather hard from behind. “You – uhn, fuck, feels so good, mmm – You drove me absolutely mad for you. Did you know that? Hm?”

“N-No,” you breathed out harshly. You swallowed hard, and then let out a desperate moan, as Remus kept going – kept pushing you towards that point of utter tenderness and tension –

“Nngh!” You let out a ragged, but fierce little moan, as your pussy suddenly clamped down all around Remus’ cock, squeezing him. Unable to help yourself, your thighs caved in a little, squeezing Remus even harder.

Remus took in a sharp, sudden intake of breath. There was a beat where he was absolutely still, keeping his cock pushed deep inside of your pussy, and keeping you trapped all under him, gathered up beneath him in bed, while you were moaning and sobbing and shaking under him.

I-I’m cumming, you realized hazily, barely recognizing your own body, your own pants, your own cries, as a wave of intense warmth and relief crashed over you all at once. It felt like someone had cut the strings between your soul and your body and you were able to take off into flight forever. Your mind was spinning, you couldn't seem to get enough breath, and your entire body was shaking, shaking with pleasure and complete release. F-Fuck, I-I’m c-cumming so h-hard – ahhhh! Ah! Ah, ah, ah!

“Oh, fuck, Lovely,” Remus breathed out. “You’re – Merlin, you’re tight!” Gritting his teeth together, Remus let out a rough, deep growl. Then, he suddenly wrapped his legs around yours and fell over onto you. Pressing you hard into the bed now, and with his hands gripping your breasts and his mouth clamped hotly onto your shoulder, Remus fucked you like a man at the end of his wits.

“Nngh – H-Hah, ah, ah, ah!” you cried out. You started to lift your hips, out of the sheer need to do something, to move, to anything because Remus was drawing out your orgasm, but it was so much, too much, and you couldn’t take it anymore without outright losing your mind – but Remus was taking you too hard and he drove you right back into the mattress. You started to cry out his name, when you suddenly heard Remus let out an ungodly moan. Your eyes widened and you suddenly clutched at the sheets, keeping as still as you could, so that he could cum all over you, just as you wanted.

A moment later, with a hard grunt, Remus suddenly grabbed your shoulders and thrust one last time – you moaned loudly, almost pitifully – and then Remus pulled out and came all over you. As you felt his hot cum drench you, you moaned softly. At once, your pussy began to drip with cum. “Mm,” you breathed out, and you wiggled your hips very, very lightly.

Remus let out a defeated moan. “Don’t – Don’t – I can’t help myself if you look so – so pretty,” he breathed out. Then, he fell over, right on top of you.

You could feel exactly how quickly his chest was rising and falling and you could feel his hard huffs blow across your cheek as Remus tried desperately to bring his heart rate back under control. You reached up to touch his chest, to soothe him, but Remus shivered violently at your touch. Your mouth fell open. “Remus?”

Remus turned over onto his side, hiding his face from you. “Sorry,” he breathed out. “Just give me a moment to get my – my heart back under control here.”

You rolled over so that you were lying on your side behind him. Then, you slowly and softly pushed your head up so that you were resting your chin on his shoulder.

Remus flinched slightly. You could feel it, too – that sharp, golden spark that ran through both of you whenever you touched like this…

You let out a breath. Remus squirmed. We’re so sensitive with each other. It’s as if we need to take turns protecting each other, yet we’re the ones affecting each other so much in the first place. It’s such serious, heavy energy, you thought, almost mournfully. But this is love, I think. I suppose what I can do is to keep it as light-hearted as possible, just to keep us human, to keep us from floating away together and forgetting about our human selves entirely.

You whispered softly, in a teasing tone, “But what if I don’t want to give you a moment? What if I like to see you come all undone in front of me? What if I secretly savor that part of being with you, hm?”

Neither of you fully realized this, but the two of you were mirroring the moment from before, when you had been the one to be overwhelmed and buried your head in your pillow, and Remus had teased you until you’d finally shown him your face.

Still, the words were familiar enough. Remus let out a soft sigh. He lifted his head and turned around so that he could look at you.

“There you are,” you said lovingly, and you smiled when you saw Remus, for he was in a right state. His face was sweaty, his hair was messy (with that darned curl still sticking resolutely to his forehead), his eyes were burning with a silvery, intense fire, and his chest was going up and down as he tried to reel in his breath.

“I don’t know what came over me,” Remus breathed out. “For a moment, I was – I couldn’t think about anything. I could only feel you – your warmth, your body, your energy…”

You smiled at him. “That’s what sex is supposed to feel like.”

“Is it?” Remus said vaguely. He let out another hard breath and once again pushed his sweaty hair back.

Wow, he looks good when he does that, a small, young, and smitten voice whispered in your head. Goodness, I knew I was in love with Remus since forever, but am I still not over my crush?

Remus, noticing you staring at him, said, a bit self-consciously, “What? What is it? Am I looking all foolish again?”

You smiled. “Yes. Yes, you are.”

Remus sighed. In a remorseful little voice, he muttered, “Can’t be helped, I suppose.”

Resisting the urge to repay the favor of pinning him down and lavishing him with kisses, you instead lifted your hand into the air – a small, quiet gesture.

Remus slowly lifted his hand, too. Then, he very thoughtfully slipped his fingers between yours and began to close his fingers around your hand. You smiled, but Remus kept going and that quiet, gentle handhold gradually became very tight and pressing.

You blinked. “Remus?”

“Sweetheart, come closer, won't you?” Remus murmured, though still between hard pants. His voice was a little ragged, on account of how hard he’d been huffing and growling as he took you today.

You softly scooted closer to him. "Hello," you said quietly.

"Hello," Remus replied, equally quietly. He ran his hand all down the side of your face, gently caressing your cheek.

You lifted your hands and pressed them warmly against Remus' chest. You softly traced his scars with your fingertips. "This one's newer," you murmured, running your fingers along a brighter scar.

With his other hand, Remus reached down and grabbed your hand in his. Then, he slowly pressed your hand firmly against his chest, so that your palm covered his newer scar.

You looked up at Remus. He trusts me, you realized. He isn't hiding himself from me anymore. Your eyes filled with tears, and you smiled up at him.

"Don't cry, Lovely," Remus whispered gently. His thumb flickered under both of your eyes, as he murmured, "I can't stand it when you cry."

You slipped your arms around Remus and buried your face against his chest and took deep breaths, taking in his calming scent. Remus kissed the top of your head and he put his arms around you, tucking you in against him and reminding you that you were with him, that there was nothing to be afraid of, because he loved you.

Nothing more was said, because nothing needed to be said. As you lay there, it occurred to you that you could hear a soft, warm pitter-patter. It’s been raining all day today. It suits us, somehow. This sense of nostalgia that appears only when we're hidden away together, in our own little world... Perhaps it's a little sad to think of, but it's home for the both of us - yes, for the both of us.

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Back at your mother’s apartment, your brother approached her and asked, “Mum, how come you were so hard on Remus?”

“Because life will be hard for them," your mother replied, not mincing words. "They need to recognize the strength that they have, if they want to be truly happy together.”

“What do you mean? They seem happy. I mean, they seem in love, right?”

Your mother snorted. “Oh, sure, those two have got love all sorted out. They can’t help themselves, clearly. But you know, love doesn’t always bring happiness. You have to be willing to work for happiness. And you have to do it together. If you’re afraid of yourself or if you don’t trust your partner, the happiness won’t come. I was trying to teach them that.”

“Well, I don’t think Sis took it very well.”

“No. Foolish, headstrong girl,” your mother said, shaking her head. But a moment later, she added, in a quiet voice, “But that’s how it should be, I suppose.”

When your brother looked confused, your mother explained, “Your father was just like that, too. I remember that when I went to meet his family, I wore my best dress. But his entire family still disliked me – saying that I was too hardy for a woman, that I wasn’t graceful or feminine, that I wouldn’t make a good wife or mother. And do you know what your father did? He took my hands, led me out of the room, and proposed on the stairs of his family house that very evening.” She looked at your brother. “Do you remember much of your father?”

Your brother paused. He squinted for a moment, as though he were trying to bring a hazy vision into focus. “Hm… I think I do, actually. But then, I’m not sure if it’s a memory or a dream. It all blurs together sometimes. Probably because I was so young.”

At this, your mother reached out and gently put her arm around your brother. She spoke in a soft, gentle voice that she rarely ever used. “No, my memories and dreams of him blur together too. It wasn’t because you were young. It was because we loved him so much that our hearts remember him more than our minds do. And that’s how it should be, I think. I’m sure that that’s exactly how he would want to be remembered.”

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Joke's On You Part 22

When Fred Weasley carelessly bumps into you into the hallway, you decide to take him a notch down; not by berating him, but by showing him up at his own game of using your charm and intellect to get what you want. And it’s fine if the end result doesn’t leave everyone quite satisfied - in fact, that’s what you want…

[Fred Weasley x Reader.] [Warning: Story Contains Explicit Smut.] [Warning: Non-Consent.] [Warning: Manipulation.] [Warning: Humiliation.] [Warning: Light Bondage.] [Warning: Slight Voyeurism/Exhibitionism.]

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It was your favorite sight in the world – a scowling Fred surrounded by pink tea cups, floating, heart-shaped candles, tiny finger sandwiches, lacy napkins, and sitting directly under a singing cupid figurine, which shot a handful of white, pink, and red confetti right onto Fred. To know that underneath it all, Fred was wearing those ridiculous boxers – you could not stop laughing. You had no conversation with Fred whatsoever during the two hours you were there. All you did was laugh so hard that you accidentally blew whipped cream right into his face, spilled rose tea on his pants, and dropped the lacy napkin inside his shirt when you tried to clean up the mess you’d made.

On top of that, you called for more singing cupid figurines to be brought over, took one of the headbands with hearts bouncing on top of it and wore it, put another onto a scowling Fred, and paid to have a photograph taken. You flung your arms around Fred and squeezed him as hard as you could as you beamed at the camera. “Tch,” you heard Fred grumble, and then – snap! – the picture was taken. You also asked for a folding pane to be brought over and placed in front of your table. When Madam Puddifoot herself came over, said “Oooh,” and winked at you, you burst into laughter. Instead of using the folding pane as privacy to kiss behind, as other couples were doing, you only carried on laughing, eating the heart-shaped food (at one point, you rearranged the ‘X’ and ‘O’ cookies to imitate the final ‘tic tac toe’ board you and Fred had played, and you pointed at it and laughed brilliantly), singing songs about love and lovesickness, using your spoon to fling whipped cream and sprinkles at Fred, and just generally carrying about with all the merriment in the world. There was also a ‘lovers’ firewhiskey special, which you partook in. As you became slightly inebriated, you began to tug at your coat because you were too hot, and Fred stared at you anxiously, wondering if the hundredth tug was the tug that was going to be the end of your delicate coat and the beginning of your cavewoman nakedness.

Finally, though, the (‘horrid,’ Fred thought) night came to an end. You made to cheerily pay for the whole thing (“Wait here, Fred!” you said, as you stumbled towards the front of the shop), only to find that Fred had already paid for the night.

You stopped, stunned. “What…?”

“Yes, sweetie, the gentleman there has already paid for everything,” the employee told you, nodding at Fred.

You whipped your head around and looked at Fred. Fred, who had been looking over to make sure that his money had gone through, quickly ducked his head down when he saw you looking for him.

Oh… Oh Merlin, I didn’t realize – Oh Godric, I rang up quite a fee. I was just having fun. Of course I was going to pay for all of it. Otherwise, it’s all so stupid and… expensive. You slowly came back to the table.

Fred looked up. He expected to see you happy – only to see you looking slightly downcast, suddenly humble, and with slightly misty eyes. “What?” Fred said. “What the hell’s happened to make you so depressed all of a sudden? Did someone tell you Cupid’s not real? Huh? Who did it? I’ll beat them up.”

Be bright. Celebrate, don’t be sad, you reminded yourself. You came and sat on Fred’s lap. You gave him your best smile as you reached over and ruffled some confetti out of his hair. You kept your voice as light as possible as you told him, “Love you, Fred. Will you take me back?”

Fred breathed out a sigh of relief. “Thank Merlin. I thought we’d never get out of here.”

You laughed. “All too fast if you ask me, honestly.”

Fred shook his head. He got up, putting his arms around you to keep him close to him as he stood up. “Let’s get going. Before Cupid puts another stupid piece of confetti in my eye.”

“Did you notice how Cupid was stationed right over your head?” you asked, walking towards the door with Fred.

“What d’you mean, did I notice?” Fred said indignantly, as he pushed the door open and the two of you stepped outside. “I was going blind from that stupid thing!”

“Well, I asked Madam Puddifoot especially to put him there,” you said, smiling.

“You little git,” Fred sighed, and he squeezed you rather hard in his arm.

You yelped, and made to step away, but Fred grabbed you around your waist and reeled you back to him. “No running off,” he said. “You’re going to freeze to death out here, wearing only that coat. Besides, I reckon you’ll run back to that cursed Madam Puddifoot’s and I’d rather die than go back in there again. You stay with me.”

“Okay,” you agreed warmly, snuggling up beside him. “Speaking of clothes – how’re you doing in your boxers?”

“Slowly dying in them,” Fred muttered gruffly. “But I’m guessing that’s exactly what you were hoping for, hellcat.”

“Excuse me,” you said, “I was hoping for your happiness.”

“You definitely were not.”

“Was too.”

“Nope.”

“Yes.”

Unbelievably, the two of you sincerely argued all the way back up to the castle.

By the time you got to your bedroom, you were both fully shouting at each other.

“I said it was for you to be happy about! It was my version of a joke, obviously!”

“That makes no sense! Why would heart-covered boxers make me feel happy? Huh!?”

“Because they add points to your cuteness!”

“Add points to my - ! What am I, a cartoon character?”

“With how ridiculous you are most of the time, you absolutely are!”

“Oh, I’m ridiculous? I’m ridiculous!”

“Yes, you are!”

“You are standing there, wearing nothing but a coat in the dead of winter, and I’m the ridiculous one?” “Fine! I’ll take my coat off! There!” You stripped your coat off and threw it to the floor.

Fred paused.

“Not ridiculous anymore!” you said loudly.

Fred’s voice changed, as he agreed, “No… You’re not.”

You hesitated. Fred looked you up and down. Suddenly, you felt rather shy. You pointed your finger at Fred. “You strip now. And let’s compare.”

“Were you cold out there?” Fred asked instead, nodding at how pink your legs were.

“I was fine,” you retorted. “I was fine in my coat, and not ridiculous at all and – and - ” You blinked furiously and suddenly fell silent as Fred approached you. You swallowed hard, as Fred was standing very, very close to you, and he felt more imposing and yet more safe – more like home – than ever. Your voice broke, as you suddenly whispered, “Fred - ” but there was nothing more to be said, because Fred had gathered you all up in his arms and kissed you passionately, deeply, and lovingly.

Fred still threw you onto the bed as though you were a sack of potatoes, but once you were there, he made sure you were under the blankets the entire time. And when you’d stripped Fred down to his heart-shaped boxers, you whispered to him, “It’s a joke, Fred.”

“It’s a terrible joke,” Fred said, taking them off quickly.

“Oh…” You grabbed them from Fred before he could throw them away. You hesitated, then you put them on top of your head, wearing them like a hat. “What if I do this?” you asked.

Fred was still for a long moment. Then, he burst out laughing. He rolled off of you and fell backwards onto the bed and he laughed so hard he had to clutch his stomach.

You sat up. “What?” you said, pushing the boxers up to keep them on your head. “You said it wasn’t funny, so I was trying to elevate the joke.”

Fred looked over at you. Seeing you still wearing them, he said, “Oh, Merlin, take those bloody boxers off!” He reached out and yanked them off of you.

“But they should be worn,” you protested, grabbing them back. “Fred, put them back on.”

“Why?” Fred groaned. “What’s the point?”

“Wear them, and I’ll show you,” you promised.

Fred let out the loudest, most exasperated sigh, but he put them back on.

Once he did, you came over and sat between his knees. Then, leaning forward, you put your hands on his hips and very slowly began to kiss the hearts on the boxers – every one. “Mm…” you breathed out softly, as you pressed your lips to the heart on Fred’s hip. “Mm, mm, mm…” You slowly moved down the pattern, until you were kissing the inside of his thigh. And as you made your way down, your hands slipped down and towards the center, sliding over his hips and tummy to…

Fred shivered slightly, when he felt you touch him through his boxers, while still kissing, ever so cutely, the hearts on the inside of his thigh.

You paused to look up at him. “Still hate these?” you whispered quietly.

Fred gazed down at you. You were completely naked, save for the cute little heart plug in your ass, which you were waving slightly in the air, as you made your way down Fred’s thighs… You leaned down and placed another kiss on a heart.

Fred murmured, “Guess – Guess they’re not all bad…”

You let your hands run up to the seam of the boxers. You started to very, very slowly pull them down, and as you did, you followed the seam down and laid hot, tender kisses on his bare stomach.

Fred breathed out. He was entirely unable to take his eyes off of you, and he felt himself falling into this extremely sensual atmosphere that you had somehow created with this silly pair of panties.

“I told you before,” you whispered, with your mouth now pressed once again to the boxers, so that Fred could feel your warm breath through the cloth and on his thigh. “The heart marks the spot where you’re supposed to be kissed and touched…”

Fred groaned softly, as you gently began to palm his cock through the boxers.

“Were you not listening to me?” you asked him softly.

“I – I was – yeah, baby, just like that,” Fred moaned.

“You were?”

“Yeah, o-of course.”

“Mm, I see,” you said, giggling a little as you saw Fred, slightly open-mouthed and with his eyes closed, nodding away in agreement with whatever you were saying. You decided to interrupt his complacency by pulling on the seam and then letting it go – twang.

“Hey!” Fred jolted a little as the seam snapped back against his hips.

You grinned at him. “You know why I got you these boxers, Fred?”

“Uh, there was a reason?” Fred said, crossing his arms over his chest and looking at you quite skeptically.

You nodded. You primly pushed your hair back as you explained, “I never do things without a reason. You ought to know that by now.”

“Go on.”

“I have a pair of your boxers, Fred,” you said. “And I use them to cum sometimes.”

Fred’s eyes widened. “What?”

“Yeah…” You paused and looked at him. “That’s allowed, isn’t it? With you being my boyfriend and all?”

“‘Course it’s allowed,” Fred said. “But you do that?”

“Mhm.” You slid your hand down your tummy and between your legs and slowly stroked yourself as you murmured, “Sometimes, I sit in my bed by myself, late at night, and I think about you and I… I get so wet for you. Mm… I’m imaging you between my legs, thrusting all wildly. And I keep moaning, ‘More, more, more,’ and you know what, Fred? You give me it. You give me exactly what I want, what I need, and mm, baby, you’re right there when I cum – kissing me, still pounding into me, and then…”

Fred slowly sat up and, little by little, he came closer to you.

You reached out and gently slid you finger under his chin. Eyes glittering, you looked at him as you whispered, “I feel you slip down my body and right as I’ve cum for, you bury your head between my legs and you eat me out like you were starving for me.” You hesitated. “Were you, Fred? Were you starving for me? Did you want me that badly?”

Fred wasn’t quite conscious of it, but he was now leaning forward, and his head was nearly at your knees. You chose that moment to abruptly snap your legs shut. Sitting up and neatly crossing your legs to your side, you reverted back to a more business-like voice, as you revealed, “So, as a little thank you, and to make the trade-off fair, I got you this cute pair of boxers.” You smiled pleasantly at him. “See? I’m very thoughtful.”

Fred blinked. He suddenly realized how much he was leaning over. Quickly sitting back up, Fred pointed out, “Well, it explains why you got me the boxers, but it doesn’t explain why you got me boxers with goddamn hearts all over it.”

“But that’s even simpler,” you replied.

“How’s that?”

“I wanted them to remind you of me.” You smirked at Fred, but after a moment, you realized that you had unknowingly spoken the truth and let Fred see a bit of your anxious little heart. You suddenly frowned.

Fred hesitated. “Baby?”

“But you didn’t even want to wear them, and then you took them off so fast, and - ”

“Then you put them on your head like a clown,” Fred reminded you. He came over to you and poked you in your side. “Guess you really wanted me to think about you, huh?”

You put your hands on Fred’s knee and looked up at him, and your hair fell back over your shoulders. “Fred…”

���Hm?”

“You’re a dingus.” “What?”

Fred suddenly made to grab you by the waist, to bring you in close and make you look him in the eye, but you caught his hand and pinned it down onto the bed. Letting out a quiet sigh, you murmured, “I always have to spell things out for you…”

“You wouldn’t if you weren’t so weird,” Fred retorted. He made to catch one of your hands back, trying to pin you down on the bed just like you had done to him. But quicker than a cat, you pulled your hands away – and then proceeded to start padding your hands around on his thighs. As you did, you mumbled quietly, “Yet you always have to act like you have the high ground, when in reality, you’re a fool. That’s why I feel this… this intense urge to tie you up and spank you. It puts you in your place. You know, if you weren’t so damn prideful, you could admit to me that you like it, after all. I mean, you’re much more vanilla than I expected, yes, but every now and then, I think you like a little bit of spice in our sex life. I try to ease you into it, so it won’t cost you your illusory pride. I try to offer you some middle ground, something that operates more like a joke than as a proper humiliation technique, and if you’ve noticed, I’ve stayed entirely away from spanking. But then you still don’t get it, and what am I to do? When my boyfriend has absolutely no class and no consideration. Whenever I try to be nice, he simply makes me -”

Fed up, Fred grabbed your wrists and pulled you to him, forcing you to look up at him and nearly dragging you into his lap. “What in Merlin’s name are you going on about?”

In a surprise move, you leaned in quickly and kissed the tip of his nose. Then, you finished, “… Feel so silly.”

Fred’s nose wrinkled, as he felt entirely confused. “I make you feel silly?”

Still in the position where Fred was holding your wrists together, you said softly, “Tell me you’re an idiot and you don’t know how to appreciate your girlfriend’s gifts, and I’ll let you cum in all my holes tonight.”

Fred paused. A strange look came over his face. “This feels familiar.”

A sly smile crept onto your lips. “Does it?” You were looking at Fred expectantly, with merry eyes that signaled that you were just waiting for him to catch on.

“Yeah, haven’t we made some kind-of deal like this before?” Fred mused, rubbing his jaw with his hand. “You did something stupid and I - ”

Just then, you reached over to your beside drawer and pulled out a familiar pink ribbon.

“Not again,” Fred groaned.

“Stay still, sweetheart,” you said, as you neatly looped around his neck.

“How am I the one making you feel silly, when you’re bullying me with all this rubbish, huh?” Fred said, scowling heavily at you.

“It’s not rubbish when you look so cute,” you purred. You finished the pretty bow and patted his neck gently.

“Cute or not – ack!” Fred gasped, as, in contrast to your soft compliment, you abruptly grabbed the end of the ribbon and rather roughly pulled Fred down, making him lean down. You turned your head perfectly – and caught his lips in a kiss.

“There you go,” you said lovingly. “You look so pretty, Fred. And you sound so cute. You’re all I want, you know that, right? I’ve never, ever wanted anyone half as much as I want you.”

“Well – you – ah…” Flustered, Fred half-protested and half-moaned. He had to hold onto your shoulders to keep himself up. Knowing this, you gave the ribbon another playful yank – and he was down on your bed.

You pounced on him happily, all but ripped the heart boxers off of him, held up your finger and wagged it at him. “You didn’t say it, so you can only pick one of my holes to cum in tonight!” Your eyes sparkled as you warned him, “That means that if you cum in my mouth tonight, you won’t get my pussy at all.” With that, you slid yourself down his legs and, at long last, put your mouth on his cock. “Mm!” you moaned happily, and you slid your hands up and down his thighs and you locked his legs in-between yours as you eagerly pleasured his cock with your mouth.

“D-Damn y-you!” Fred huffed out, as he found himself both bewildered and strangely satisfied at the same time. Without realizing it, he put his hands over his face and groaned, “Gods, how?”

“How what?” you asked pleasantly, fisting his cock with your hand now while looking up at Fred.

“I don’t get it,” Fred said, speaking into his hands still.

“Can’t hear you, Fred,” you said, and then – “Mm, mmphf, mm, ah…” Your head bobbed up and down once more.

“Uhn!” Fred breathed out. His hips and thighs shivered, making you feel very proud of yourself. You wanted Fred to feel good – and it’d be even better if he felt so good that he simply lost his mind, you thought wickedly. In truth, it was that second thought that spurred you to suck his cock the way you did – sinfully, sucking on it like it was your favorite lollipop, until your cheeks hollowed out, then running your tongue all up and down the entire length of his handsome cock, and then taking it in your mouth and throat until you had to close your eyes and focus on breathing – and then, finally, when you were breathless yourself, you laid your head on this thigh and used your hand to pleasure him, running your smooth palm over the tip of his cock over and over again, while your fingers squeezed around him more pleasurably…

All the while that Fred lay shivering and moaning and reacting to your touch, with his cock growing harder and harder as he sank back into your mattress, that cute pink ribbon was still on his neck, accentuating how hard he was straining for breath – and it filled with all sorts of wonderful feelings to see that.

Let’s see just how long that ribbon can last without coming apart on Fred, you thought to yourself. Hmm… It was the sort-of challenge you liked because it was a self-challenge and because it meant you had an excuse to suck off your boyfriend for another half-hour… with intermittent reminders of, “One hole only, remember.”

Fred went through all the stages of pleasure, denial, and exhaustion in that hour. He blessed you, cursed you, begged for you, nearly kicked you in the face, yanked your hair (and then messily patted it down when you berated him for that), called you baby, followed by hellcat, and moaned, groaned, cursed, and whimpered before he fell into those low, pleading, and thoughtless whines that you loved most of all.

“Baby,” you cooed, soothingly running your hand up and down his stomach, “don’t you sound so sweet…” – and then glomp! You clamped your mouth back down on his cock and mouth-fucked him with fervor.

Fred couldn’t help it – he came. He groaned, “N-No…! I don’t wanna – Not yet – y-your pussy, b-baby – nngh!” as his cock throbbed feverishly.

You sighed and patted his hips as you said understandingly, “Oh, Freddie, it’s okay to admit defeat.”

Fred protested, “Not – yet!” only to immediately cum afterwards. “Fuck!” he gasped loudly, as he felt himself give in – an intense wave of tension wracked his body – he blanked out and jolted – and then, hot, white cum spurted into your mouth.

“Ah!” A pleased cry escaped your mouth and then you went totally silent as you hurriedly positioned yourself to take in all of Fred’s cum into your mouth. You underestimated Fred, though, and you finally had to gasp and let go and let Fred’s cum spurt all over your breasts as well. You moaned when you felt his warm cum drip onto your tummy and thighs. I’m covered in him, you thought, awed. Covered in his cum… Mmm, yes, feels so good… I want – I want more.

Meanwhile, Fred was groaning inside of his head, No, I wanted to – to last longer – Godric, how does she do this to me, every time? Damn it, damn it, damn it! But I can’t deny… how damn good it feels. She’s got such a pretty mouth, even if she does say things only a fucking demon would say – teasing me like that. Tch.

“Fred,” you called in a sing-songy voice – as if you hadn’t just dragged him into a state of begging for mercy and being nearly dead from overstimulation. “Earth to Fred!”

Fred, still panting quite heavily, managed to sit up.

“Look.” You stood up and gestured at yourself. “I’m covered in you, sweetheart.”

Fred stared at you.

You ran your hands down your sides and murmured, “Baby, you came so much. And…” You tapped your lips softly with your finger “…I swallowed a lot of it, too.”

You smiled at Fred. Fred stared at you, dazed.

You laughed. “Are you blushing, Freddie? Are you embarrassed by how much you came? You were so insistent that you wouldn’t cum until you were inside of me, but look at this.” You twirled in front of him, and the lamplight made your body, painted with Fred’s cum, glisten all over.

But as Fred stared at you, he noticed how, despite having his cum all over and despite having done all manner of things to him in the last half hour, you still looked perfectly put together I look like I got by hit by a truck because of her, and she looks like a fucking fairy still, Fred thought – and for reason, that thought both embarrassed and annoyed him. Fred grabbed your pink pillow and hid his face in it.

“Fred?” You came over to him and gently touched his shoulder.

“No,” Fred said peevishly, jerking himself away from you. “I said I wanted to cum in your pussy. And you were mean and didn’t let me.”

You giggled at this. “I was mean and didn’t let you?” you repeated, finding this oddly adorable and hilarious.

Fred kept his face in the pillow. He bleated out in a muffled voice, “How come you turn me into such a mess, huh?”

“I’m supposed to, I’m your girlfriend,” you reminded him. Wanting to see Fred’s face, you made a grab for the pillow, but Fred avoided you.

“Fred, come on!” You finally managed to grasp the pillow enough to pull it out of his arms. “There, now look at me, love.” 

Fred was grumpy, but he let you come closer. You peered into his face. His hair was a right mess; his face was a burning beacon of fire; and that stupid pink ribbon was still hanging on by a thread on his neck. You couldn’t help but giggle.

Fred pulled a face. “Not helping.”

“Sorry,” you said softly. You quickly hugged him across his shoulders and placed a tender kiss on his cheek. “You just look so handsome.”

Fred muttered, “I look a right mess. How do you turn me into such a mess, huh?”

You gave him a toothy grin. “It’s my specialty, as your alligator.” You pulled on Fred’s arm until it was around your shoulders. “As your angel.” You leaned into Fred, hugged him tightly, and sang cheerfully, “As your girlfriend.”

“And all right,” you admitted, “so tonight was a tiny bit of payback.”

Fred’s eyes narrowed. “Oh yeah?”

“You know,” you explained, “for when I was stuck up the tree because of the fireworks and you said that you would help me down – but only if I said that I was an idiot that didn’t know how to light fireworks. That always stuck with me, and when you mentioned Zonko’s the other day, it reminded me of that incident again.”

“So this was payback for that?”

“A teeny bit.”

Fred threw your arms off of him and shouted, “I knew it!”

“But most of it was just for your benefit, Fred!”

“Like hell it was!”

“It was! I swear. Especially after this evening. I mean, you were a perfect boyfriend tonight. I mean, I can’t believe you paid for Madam Puddifoot’s.”

Fred snorted loudly. “Trust me, I did not know how much money you were going to spend there.”

“I’ll pay you back,” you said earnestly.

Seeing that you were genuine, Fred softened. He quickly waved his hand at you and said, “No, don’t.”

“I really will! I’m happy to. I meant to,” you pressed.

Fred replied, almost too quickly, “I don’t want you to.”

You paused. In a small voice, you said, “I don’t mind.”

Fred sighed. “No, love, I really don’t want you to. I’m glad you had fun tonight. It’s… It’s your favorite holiday and all. I wanted you to enjoy yourself.”

Touched by how sweet Fred was being, you whispered softly, “Thank you.” You slowly came up to him and took his hand. Then, you suggested, “Then, how’s this? I’m going to wear that little leather skirt you like, and I’ll keep all my holes open for you all night. How does that sound?”

Fred blinked. “All your holes?”

You nodded.

Fred furrowed his brow, realizing that he was being given the advantage in negotiating. He said hurriedly, “And you’re gonna wear that skirt?”

“Yes.”

“And your plug?”

“Yes.”

“And – And you’re not going to edge me?”

You sighed sadly. “I won’t edge you.”

“And will you say that you’re mine?”

You paused.

Fred ducked his head and looked sincerely at you. “Will you?”

Seeing that he genuinely wanted this, you agreed, “‘Course.”

Brightening, Fred pulled you to him. Grasping your hand in his, he asked you, “Whose hand is this?”

You smiled. “My boyfriend, Fred’s.”

“And whose hips are these?” he asked, wrapping his other arm around you and sitting you down in his lap.

“Fred’s.”

“And whose – mmm (you both stopped for a kiss) – lips are these?”

“Fred’s,” you whispered.

“And whose tummy is this?”

You laughed when Fred tickled you.

“C’mon, say it.”

“Okay, okay. This is your tummy, Fred,” you said happily.

“That’s right. And… whose pussy is this?” Fred murmured in your ear, as he left his hand slip down your arm and your curves, sweep across your thigh, and press between your legs.

“Obviously, it’s yours, baby,” you murmured, and you fought the urge to moan as his warm hand made a home for itself between your legs.

“Mine to kiss?” he clarified, gently pressing his fingers against your pussy.

“Yes.”

“Mine to eat out?” He moved his fingers more quickly, massaging your clit and pressing down a little right over your pussyhole.

“Y-Yes. Ah…”

“Mine to fuck?” “Yes, baby – ah!” You gasped at the end as Fred pushed his finger inside of you as soon as you gave him consent.

Biting your ear a little, Fred whispered, “Mine to cum in?”

“Oh – Oh God, yes, please,” you huffed out. Grabbing his arm with both of your hands, you shivered all over Fred’s lap as he touched you.

Fred growled lowly. “Fuck, I can feel you getting wet, baby.”

“Ah…” you moaned softly. “Fred… Please, more.”

“And you get so soft,” Fred whispered adoringly. “Your pussy, your voice, your body - ” Fred slipped his other finger into your mouth and you sucked gently on it.

“Mm, you are an angel,” he praised you.

When you heard this, your heart fluttered in your chest. He called me an angel. My boyfriend called me an angel!

You closed your eyes, no longer afraid of letting Fred have you.

You’d always been afraid of relinquishing control – afraid that someone would see your mischievous side and judge you for being irresponsible and equally afraid that someone would see your softer side and think that you were weak or boring.

But Fred… Fred wasn’t like that at all. When you were being silly, he encouraged it and loved that you were having fun. When you were being soft, he gathered you all up and made you feel so very loved.

Sitting here in Fred’s lap, with him touching you and kissing you and praising you, something felt like it was healing inside of you.

Fred took his time with you that night, and you let him, and you enjoyed every moment of it – from him slowly and lovingly fingering you while having you in his lap, to his lying you down gently on the bed (finally!) to make love to you, to his fisting your hair and kissing your neck fervently and rewarding your aching cries with hard, deep thrusts, to his following you when you turned to sob into the pillow and fucking you from behind until your plug fell out – and then pushing it back in, making you cry out again, and continuing to fuck you until you were pressed up against your headboard and moaning endlessly against the cold, hard wood, and finally, pinning you down against the floor (you had absolutely no memory of when you’d gone off the bed) to cum as deep in your pussy as he could – and then thrusting gently into you until he finally softened.

At the end of it, when you were both lying there on the floor, panting heavily, you huffed out, “I’m – I’m glad you didn’t g-give in and say that you – you were an idiot, Fred.”

“What d’you mean?” Fred asked, sprawled out on the floor and breathing as though he’d run a marathon.

“You aren’t an idiot at all, and you do know how to appreciate my gifts,” you breathed out. “And you – you certainly – hah – you certainly did use all my holes tonight.” You tried to open your eyes – only to find the ceiling spinning above you. You quickly shut them again. You didn’t see how Fred looked over at you and how he took his time to take a mental picture of you, in that moment, in his mind.

After a moment, you called, “Fred…? Did you hear what I said?”

Just then, you gasped as Fred gently picked you up to set you down on the bed. “Yeah, I heard you, baby,” he said quietly.

You smiled at him. “Good.”

Fred reached out and brushed your hair back into place. It was finally messy after the rough fucking he’d given you today, and he thought you looked adorable. But he figured you’d appreciate it if he made it all neat for you again. Sure enough, you turned your head a little to kiss his palm. “My, my, could this be Freddie all grown up?” you wondered aloud. “Taking care of me and all? Not just during sex, but afterwards?”

Fred shrugged. “Reckon it’s only right, since you let me yank at your hair all throughout.”

“You are grabby,” you agreed. “Like a gnome.”

“Well, I’ve got to grab onto something while I’m wrecking you,” Fred replied matter-of-factly.

“Mm, agreed,” you said. “And now you know why I like a leash.” You paused, and then clarified, “On you.”

Fred sighed. “Yeah, yeah, I know, you like thinking of me as your stupid little ‘puppy.’” He reached down and pulled the covers up over you. “Don’t worry. I wouldn’t misunderstand you, hellcat.”

“Thank you,” you said softly.

Fred gazed at you. As you settled into bed and nuzzled the covers, your eyes began to slip shut.

Tiredly, you murmured, “Fred? Aren’t you gonna sleep with me?”

“I will,” he promised. “I just… I want to say something.”

“Hm…?” you mumbled out, trying your best to stay awake for him.

Something in Fred’s heart hurt – and he didn’t know why – as he confessed, “Have I ever told you… how much I love you?”

Your lips curved up into a sweet smile, and you tiredly held up your hand and pointed a finger in the air as you replied, “No, that’s the first time. Number one… I was waiting for you to… tell me…”

“Sorry I was late,” Fred said quietly. “You’re right. Sometimes it takes me longer than it should to catch on.”

“Doesn’t matter,” you murmured. “I… love you…” Your voice faded away as sleep overtook you. But just before you managed to fall asleep, you mumbled out, “Oh, Happy… Valentine’s… Told you it’s… a good… holiday…”

Fred watched you fall asleep before he got into bed next to you. Putting his arm around you and slipping his hand around yours, Fred whispered back, “Yeah, Happy Valentine’s, love.” Then, he closed his eyes and slowly fell asleep beside you.

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Joke's On You Part 21

When Fred Weasley carelessly bumps into you into the hallway, you decide to take him a notch down; not by berating him, but by showing him up at his own game of using your charm and intellect to get what you want. And it’s fine if the end result doesn’t leave everyone quite satisfied - in fact, that’s what you want…

[Fred Weasley x Reader.] [Warning: Story Contains Explicit Smut.] [Warning: Non-Consent.] [Warning: Manipulation.] [Warning: Humiliation.] [Warning: Light Bondage.] [Warning: Slight Voyeurism/Exhibitionism.]

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It was after lunch on Saturday. Fred knocked on your door.

“Come in.”

Opening the door, Fred began loudly, “That last move shouldn’t count because - ” He cut off, however, when he saw how you were lying on the bed, not facing him, but on your knees, with your head down, and your ass and pussy facing the door. You were wearing your little plug, a tight black skirt that Fred had never seen before in his life, and nothing on top.

Giving him kitten eyes, you murmured in a sultry voice, “Hi, sir. I’ve been waiting for you. Practicing for you while you were away. Did you miss me? I missed you.”

“Mer - !” Fred began, and then he promptly choked.

You laughed and sat up. As you did, the black ribbon in your hair, which had a tiny bell on it, jingled brightly. “Aren’t you going to close the door?” you asked him. “Or do you want everyone to see me like this?” Still on the bed, you spread your legs open and toyed with your plug. Pushing it deeper inside of yourself, you moaned and tossed your head back, creating that lovely little arch in your back –

Clunk. Fred quickly shut the door behind him.

You grinned. You then blew a pink bubble, for you were chewing on Drooble’s Best Blowing Gum. You picked up your wand from your bedside table and pointed it at the bubble on your lips. It turned into a heart-shaped bubble. You lifted your hand up and blew Fred a kiss. The heart bubble went soaring off, towards Fred, who watched it come towards him with an expression mingling between confusion and disgust. The bubble came right before his eyes and then – splat! – it exploded onto his face in a goopy, pink mess.

You burst out laughing.

Fred, sputtering, pulled out his own wand and waved it at his face. “Scourgify!” The gum vanished. “What the hell was that for?”

Still lounging about on the bed, you shrugged nonchalantly. “I told you, Fred, that next time would be gum.”

“Is this about that detention I got out of?” Fred asked. “Merlin, are you a sore loser.”

You cocked your head at him. “No, it’s about my love for you. It’s as plain and simple as that.”

Fred scoffed, but he softened slightly at your words.

You slid off of the bed. You slipped into a pair of cute pink heels and walked over to Fred. You grabbed Fred by the front of his shirt. You whispered, “Kneel.”

Fred’s eyes narrowed, but he didn’t resist you tugging on his shirt until his knees hit the floor.

You smirked. “You look so good from up here.”

Fred raised his eyebrow at you. He said confidently, “Babe, I look good from everywhere.”

Your eyes twinkled brightly as you pretended to sigh. You tapped your fingers against his cheek as you replied, “Mm, hasn’t anyone ever told you, Fred? Humility’s a virtue.”

Fred’s eyes narrowed still more, until he was practically glaring at you. “What’s in that head of yours, hellcat? Come up with another way to screw me over, huh?”

You shook your head and murmured emphatically, “Never.” Then, you pushed him over.

Fred fell back onto the floor. You put your feet on either side of his head and then put your hands on your hips. You looked down – Fred swallowed, for you were completely bare under your skirt – and smirking, you said again, “Hi, sir.”

Fred managed only a, “H-Hi.”

You broke. Laughing, you sat next to Fred and playfully tousled his hair. He could never be a ‘sir,’ you thought fondly. Maybe in bed, but certainly not outside of it. Well, not yet, anyways.

Fred sat up. His hair now messy, he blurted out, “Seriously, what the bloody hell are you going on about?”

“Oh, you know,” you replied, now walking over to your dresser to pull on a proper set of clothes. “I’ve been so focused on trying to catch you in your pranks that I wasn’t able to have my own bit of fun for a while.” You took off your heels and placed them neatly back into your wardrobe.

“You’re just teasing me?” Fred said indignantly, as you proceeded to pull on a boring grey button-up and a frumpy beige jumper. “You’re not even gonna let me fuck you in that?”

You scoffed. “Why would I let you fuck me in that?”

“Well – because - ” Fred paused. Then, he said knowingly, “Because you’d only buy that stuff for me.”

You looked back at him and lifted your eyebrow at him. “You sure? You sure I bought that for you?”

“Well, yeah. I’ve caught on to you, love.”

“Have you?” you said, amused. “And what have you discovered, Detective Fred?”

“Detective Fred, I like that,” Fred mused. He came over to you. Slipping his finger around the band of your skirt, which you still had on, he told you, “What I’ve discovered is that you’re boring when you haven’t got me around to impress. I still remember when I sneaked into your bedroom and turned you into the heart sticker monster. You had on these plain, white panties.” He clucked his tongue at you. “Not very sexy. Not very sexy at all.”

You impatiently slapped his hand away, and you shimmied your skirt off. “Well, this isn’t for you, Fred, so I think you need to work on your deduction skills. After all, you said you didn’t like lingerie, remember? You prefer me naked. So why would I dress up for you, ever?”

“That’s hardly what I - ”

“So the answer is no, I will not let you fuck me in - ” you paused, and let the skirt just catch on your ass as you pulled it down “- this little skirt.”

Fred’s eyes widened and his gaze remained resolutely and shamelessly downwards as he said numbly, “You definitely should, though.”

“Besides, today’s our study date,” you reminded him. After pulling on your school skirt and sneakers, you grabbed your bookbag. “Ready?” 

Fred frowned. “You’re not actually going to make me study.”

“I am.” You made to tug at his hand, when you realized – “Why aren’t you wearing a belt, Fred?”

“What?”

“Where’s your belt?”

Fred shrugged. “I dunno. Didn’t wear one today. Do I always have to look like a grandpa to turn you on?”

Ignoring his comment, you reached over and pulled one of Fred’s belts from your drawers. You shoved it into his hands. “Wear it.”

Fred paused. “How d’you have my belt?”

You sighed. “It’s the one I used to choke you with while I covered you with lipstick kisses and you whimpered and fell to your knees like a stupid little puppy. You were so out of your mind afterwards that you left your belt all crumpled up on my floor. I rescued it and put it away in my drawer. Any more questions?”

Fred put on the belt.

“Come on.” You began to pull him towards the door.

But Fred protested. Digging in his heels, he said, “The last one doesn’t count! You didn’t help Flitwick catch me.”

Turning around, you leaned into Fred and lovingly patted his chest as you reassured him, “Oh, but I did help him catch you.”

Fred looked at you skeptically. “How?”

“I resisted the urge to kill you before he caught you.”

Fred scoffed and pushed you off of him.

You giggled softly as you stepped away. “You know it’s true.”

“You couldn’t have killed me,” Fred insisted. “Not when you were too busy slipping and sliding and screaming as the Canary monster. You didn’t take to feathers well at all, love.”

“Regardless. To the library, Weasley.” You tossed him another bookbag full of books, which you  had prepared by the doorway before Fred arrived. “Oh, I almost forgot - carry this.”

*     *     *     *     *     *     *     *     *     *

You made Fred sit at the table. You opened the Charms textbook and laid it down in front of him. Then, you waved your wand and neatly stacked no less than thirty textbooks all around the desk. “All right!” you said brightly. “Let’s get started, then.”

Fred’s mouth fell open. “We’re not going through all of these. No way.”

You flipped open your own book. “Now, Flitwick said that Cheering Charms are going to be tested extensively on our O.W.L.s, so we’re going to review them.”

Fred groaned. “I can’t believe you’re serious about this.”

“I’m always serious, Fred.” You tapped the textbook before him. “Start reading. I’m going to quiz you in half an hour.” You started to pull a piece of parchment and a quill towards you, when you dropped the quill on the floor. “Oops.” You slid down under the table to get it.

“Godric, this is how you spend your chance to make me do whatever you want?” Fred said grumpily. “This isn’t fun for either of us, so why - ?”

“What are you talking about? This is loads of fun for me,” you said.

Fred paused. “Where’d you go?”

Suddenly, Fred felt two small, warm hands slide up his legs. He jumped.

“Calm down, Fred.”

“Are you crazy? Anyone could see - ”

“Not with the way I’ve stacked the textbooks.”

It was true. You’d stacked the textbooks around the table, shielding yourself from view.

“Now,” you said pleasantly, “if you can’t pass my quiz at the half hour point, you’re going to have me making you cum for an hour, non-stop. If you can’t pass my quiz at the hour point, you’re going to have to cum for me for an hour and a half, non-stop. And if you still can’t pass my quiz, you’re too stupid for school and I won’t ever let you leave. You’ll just be my little pet forever.” As you spoke, you let your hand drift over his cock. “Got it?”

Fred swallowed. If he didn’t know you better, he’d be ecstatic at the possibility of having a woman suck his cock for half an hour. He’d be confident that this was the best thing on earth would happen to him and that he could sit and enjoy the feeling of a warm mouth servicing his cock all afternoon, and he wouldn’t be compelled to read so much as a page of the stupid textbook in front of him. But you, you were the fucking devil in disguise, and you could overstimulate him so fast that he’d be whimpering and unable to help but cum in the middle of a goddamn library, at three in the afternoon on a Saturday, for hours on end.

As it was, Fred’s cock twitched in anticipation. You laughed. “Oh, Fred, already excited? I haven’t even touched you yet, my love.”

You leaned forward and pressed your warm, soft mouth against his cock. Fred could feel your heat through his pants. “Mm,” you moaned softly. “I can’t wait. Can’t wait to make my boyfriend cum.” 

Fred heard a zip, and he felt your greedy little hands dive straight into his briefs. Fred hurriedly grabbed the Charms textbook and started to read, but - “uhn!” – he gasped softly, as you wrapped your slightly cold hands all the way around his cock.

“Oops,” you said softly, “are my hands cold, baby? I’m sorry.”

Fred could hear the wicked little curve in your voice, indicating that you were smiling, and beyond pleased with yourself.

Focus, Fred told himself. All right… The Cheering Charm was invented by Felix Summerbee sometime between the mid-15th century and 1508 – “Ah!”

Glomp, went your sweet little mouth onto Fred’s cock. A second later, you hummed out, “Mmm, so gwood…”

Fred’s hands clenched at the book. Keep going, keep going. It is a charm that makes the t-target f-feel – fuck, she’s already sucking me so well, uhn… - feel… uh… elated. Oh, Gods…

Soft, wet sounds came from under the table, and Fred felt your mouth go up and down his length. He jolted slightly in his seat, at which point you let out a soft giggle.

Um, where was I? Oh, right… Elated… The Cheering Charm may have – Oh, fuck!

You’d slipped your cold hands under the hem of his shirt and were now pressing your hands against his abs while you continued to fervently suck his cock.

Fred shivered in his seat. The Cheering Charm may have – nngh – been connected t-to the – uhn – c-counter-charm for…

You then grabbed Fred’s belt. Sitting up slightly on the floor, you positioned yourself a little higher, took a breath – and then deep-throated Fred’s cock.

!!! Fred accidentally tore a page out of your textbook. At the same time, with his other hand, he accidentally reached down and grabbed your hair hard. An indignant mewl left you, but you kept your focus and kept Fred’s cock tucked away, deep in your pretty throat.

Fred instinctively tried to shove you off, but you yanked at his belt, keeping him in his seat.

This why she made my wear a belt, Fred realized. This scheming little minx – oh, fuck! You’d pushed your head, pushing your mouth right down on his cock. You sucked hard and ran your tongue all over his cock. Fred let out a tiny moan – “uhn” – and then reached down with both hands and shoved your head forward, pushing his cock even deeper down your throat. A strangling sound left you, but you closed your eyes and focused on breathing through your nose – and you were able to take Fred in. You wiggled happily as you felt Fred’s cock sliding in and out of your throat.

Fred’s feet scrambled on the floor for a minute, and then, you heard him slump over the table, bury his head in his hands, and moan softly for a few seconds. He scooted his chair back to stop himself from cumming, but you just yanked him right back and put your mouth right back where it belonged – on his cock. Then, you resolutely grabbed his belt and you got up onto your knees. While bowing your head down as much as you needed to to keep under the table, you continued bobbing your head quite enthusiastically. A very light knocking sound rang out as your head brushed up against the underside of the table repeatedly, but you didn’t care anymore. Want him to feel good, you thought fervently. Want him to feel so good he’ll just have to cum for me. Yes, yes, please!  

Fred whimpered and cursed quietly, but intensely, “Oh, fuck - ” when just then, someone called out, “Fred Weasley, is that you?”

Your eyes widened. You stilled at once, but you kept your mouth on Fred’s cock. You quickly slid your hands down to his knees, out of sight, and hugged his knees to steady yourself.

Whoever it was laughed and said, “It is you! Wow, a rare sight, to see you in the library.”

“Huh? Oh, oh, yeah,” Fred mumbled. “Hi, Alicia.”

“Were you sleeping?”

“Uh, yeah, I was.”

“You brought all these books up here just to sleep?”

“Well, the intention was to study, but I guess I dozed off.”

You slowly started to take Fred’s cock deeper in your mouth…

“Merlin!” Fred jumped slightly. You nearly bonked the top of your head against the bottom of the table. You hurriedly pinched his thigh.

Fred cursed – which he quickly changed into a cough.

“What’s wrong?” Alicia said, sounding shocked.

“Nothing!” Fred said quickly. “I just remembered – uh – that – that Charms essay is due Monday, innit?”

“Yes…” Alicia hesitated. “Fred, are you ill?”

“No, I’m fine.”

“But you look… flushed. I mean, are you sweating?”

“Nope.” “You totally are.”

You slowly kissed your way back up Fred’s leg… He reached down and pinched your shoulder.

“Ow,” you mouthed. You stopped kissing him, but you instead bit him hard on his thigh.

“Ow!”

“Fred!”

“Sorry – ouch – splinter,” Fred said, holding up his hand.

Alicia paused. “All right, Fred, I think I get why you don’t come to the library much. It really doesn’t suit you.”

“Yeah, exactly, studying makes me sick,” Fred agreed. “It’s why I have to be a prankster. It’s the only thing that keeps the blood flowing in the right direction.”

Alicia laughed. “All right, well, suit yourself, I suppose.”

“Thanks.”

Alicia walked away.

Fred slid his chair back a little and he bowed his head down to look at you. He hissed, “What in the name of Merlin’s saggy Y fronts do you think you’re doing down there?”

You looked up at him, wide-eyed. “You’re very sensitive. Were you always so sensitive to my… touch?” You reached out and walked two fingers up his thigh. “Or do you just really get off at the thought of being my boyfriend?”

Fred caught your hand. “You are seriously insane.”

You rested your head on his knee and asked him softly, “From what counter-charm did the Cheering Charm come out of?”

Fred frowned. “What?”

“The Cheering Charm was discovered while people were looking for a counter-charm for another spell. What was that counter-charm?”

Fred groaned. “I… I didn’t get that far.”

“It’s the third sentence, Fred.”

Fred blinked. “Was it?”

You lifted your head and shrugged. “Oh, well. Go again. Another half hour on the clock.”

“No, baby, please, you’re going to kill me,” Fred begged.

“Okay, okay,” you said, not wanting Fred to actually get overwhelmed. You put your hands soothingly on his thighs. You came forward and kissed his stomach. “I’ll be still this time, okay? And at any time, you can stop me. Just grab my hand, and I swear I’ll stop.”

Fred stared at you. “Are you actually trying to kill me?”

You shook your head earnestly. Reaching up, you tucked your hair neatly behind your ears. “I just want you to learn, Fred,” you said sincerely. “And to feel good while you’re doing it. That’s all.” You pouted a little. “Are you not feeling good? You don’t want my mouth on you at all?”

“Oh, come on,” Fred groaned, for he was at his wit’s end. “You know I want your mouth on me, but this is – this is torture. I’m not learning Charms.”

“It’s not really about learning Charms,” you clarified. “I mean, sure, Cheering Charms are important, but that’s a tiny topic in the entire field of Charms. What I am teaching you is self-control. Focus. You know, growing up and all.” You wrapped your arms around Fred’s leg and rested your head on his knee again. “I just want you to be a better version of yourself, Fred. Why do you have to fight me so hard when I’m only wanting to help you?”

Fred’s only reply was to sit up and face-palm himself.

“Fred?” you called softly. “Should we stop?”

Fred thought about it, but the more he did, the more he blushed, because as he sat there, he realized that he was sitting in the middle of a library of studious, quiet people – and no one had a clue that you, the perfect little prefect, was sitting between his legs, asking him if you could suck his cock for another half hour. And Fred realized that he did want this very much – he just didn’t want to make a fool of himself in the process, that was all.

Feeling a tad bit defensive about his own desire, Fred answered you merely by scooting his chair back in and picking the book back up. But, sitting under the table, you grinned, because you knew it was an affirmative answer.

True to your word, you were very gentle with him this time. For the next half hour, you simply sat with his cock in your mouth, and you placed your hands on his thighs and kept them there, keeping his lap warm as he read. After ten minutes, your jaw was sore as all hell, but you closed your eyes and focused, because you wanted your boyfriend to feel good and to feel adored.

Finally, a half hour later, you tapped Fred on his stomach.

Fred peered down.

“What counter-charm?” you whispered.

“Siglus. Counter-charm for hiccoughs.”

“Yes, well done.” You smiled.

After checking that no one was around, Fred helped you up.

You slid out from under the table. You started to sit in your own seat, when Fred hugged you and pulled you into his lap.

“Fred,” you said softly, and made to get up at once.

“Oh, sitting in my lap isn’t okay,” Fred said, rolling his eyes, “but secretly suck - ”

“Sh.” You pushed your hand against his mouth none-too-gracefully. “You’re supposed to be quiet in the library.”

Fred growled at you from under your hand, and you grinned at him.

Then, you got up from his lap. Stretching a little, you yawned.

Fred paused. Your hands were high above your head, which lifted your jumper and shirt slightly, which in turn lifted your skirt a bit and –

You looked over your shoulder at him. You whispered, “You said you didn’t like lingerie.” For there you were, without any panties and only wearing your little heart plug.

Fred nearly died right there. And then you killed him by saying, oh-so-innocently, “And I have to study tonight, so we’re not going to have any sex tonight.”

Fred slumped over, face-down into your Charms textbook, and bleated out, “God damn it.”

*     *     *     *     *     *     *     *     *     *

Fred did not leave you that evening until you promised he’d be able to eat you out for at least a half hour while you were wearing that tight skirt and heels that you had put on earlier that day. Finally, with a pacifying, “All right, fine, fine, it turns you on, I know, I’ll wear it,” you were able to get him out of your room.

You shook your head, but you were smiling brightly as you put on your prefect’s robes and went off to meet up with Cedric, who you had been paired up with for patrol today.

*     *     *     *     *     *     *     *     *     *

Strangely, however, when you approached the meeting spot, you found not only Cedric, but Draco Malfoy and Pansy Parkinson.

“What’s going on?” you said.

Draco nodded at you. “You come with me, Professor Umbridge wants a word with you. Pansy will take over for you for patrol.”

“Professor Umbridge wants a word with me?”

“Yes. Now, come on.”

You looked over at Cedric, but he looked just as confused as you.

Draco sighed impatiently. “You want me to take more points off of you for disobedience?”

You narrowed your eyes at Draco. However, you kept your cool and simply nodded at him, indicating for him to lead the way.

*     *     *     *     *     *     *     *     *     *

Professor Umbridge was waiting for you. “Please, have a seat.”

You sat down. Draco stayed, standing behind you. You hated how close he was standing next to you, and you shot him a warning glare. He stepped back subtly.

Professor Umbridge cleared her throat. “Hem, hem. Well. A report of a most alarming nature has reached me.”

“Professor?”

“I have heard that you, a prefect, are conspiring with some of our school’s most irreverent rulebreakers.” 

You frowned, but you kept silent.

Professor Umbridge stared down at you. “I had my suspicions from the very beginning, when you prevented me from expelling the Weasley twins for their outrageous violations of the school rules. But then, the other day, when I found you in the library after chasing after the Weasley twins, I knew something was terribly wrong with you. As it turns out, Mr. Malfoy reported that he saw you help Fred Weasley out from under the table once I had left. In short, you were hiding him from me.”

“Malfoy’s lying - ”

“I thought you would say that. I therefore took the trouble of confirming his report with Madam Pince, who saw Fred Weasley running after you - ”

“After me, not with me.”

“SILENCE!” Umbridge shouted, and her eyes bulged for a moment.

Behind you, Draco snickered.

“You have a choice: you relinquish your prefect position immediately, or else you serve detention with me for a week.”

You frowned. “Why would I relinquish my prefect position?”

“Because you are a lying little brat, and you don’t deserve to be a prefect,” Umbridge snapped. “But, as I am merciful, I am giving you the option of detention for a week.”

You stared at Umbridge. I don’t understand. Why would detention for a week be the equivalent of no longer being a prefect? And I haven’t done anything that would require me to stop being a prefect. This is a false choice.

You and Umbridge sized each other up. Umbridge then said silkily, “Or, if you truly wish to argue your innocence, perhaps we bring in Mr. Weasley and see what he - ?”

“Fine,” you said. “I’ll do the detentions.”

Umbridge smiled. “Very well. I shall see you here tomorrow night.”

You left, and to your utmost irritation, Draco Malfoy followed you out.

“Told you,” he hissed at you. “I warned you. I see the way you slobber over that dumb Weasley - ”

“Come with me.” You grabbed Draco’s hand and pulled him into a nearby corridor.

Draco stiffened, startled by you. “What – What are you…?”

“Draco,” you whispered into his ear, as you pressed yourself up against him.

“H-Huh?”

“Do you notice everything I do?” you asked in a low, alluring voice. “How come you pay so much attention to me, hm? Are you trying to tell me something?”

“N-No…” Draco stuttered out.

“Really? So you’re just a spying, spineless little worm?” you wondered, still in your seductive, whispering voice. “Trying to cover up the fact that you’ll never be worth be a millionth of someone like Fred Weasley?”

It took a moment for your words to hit Draco, and by then you had kneed him in the stomach (“oof!”) and kicked him in the arse (“You – You bitch!”) and walked away. You wondered how long it would take him to find the punching telescope that you’d slipped in his front pocket and open it.

*     *     *     *     *     *     *     *     *     *

The next evening, you went down to Professor Umbridge’s.

Merlin, I haven’t had a detention since first year, and that was only because I put Pansy Parkinson in a garbage can with a bunch of stewed horned slugs because she bullied me for being a Muggle-born. What is this?

You sighed as you sat down at the desk that Umbridge had prepared for you. She put down a quill in front of you. “Lines,” she said sweetly, “that’s what I will have you do today.”

You reached into your bag to pull out ink, but Umbridge said, “No, no ink.”

Your brow furrowed. “Then how will I write?”

“This is a special quill. You’ll see.” Umbridge paused. “Now, what shall I have you write?” She looked up up and down and then said, with a smile, “Ah, yes, I know. You will write for me, ‘I will repent for my irresponsibility.”

You blinked. “Excuse me?”

“Yes. That should do the trick.”

*     *     *     *     *     *     *     *     *     *

An hour later, you were holding back tears as blood trickled down your wrist and the words ‘I will repent for my irresponsibility’ shone bright red on the back of your hand.

Still, you made no sound as you carried on writing. When Umbridge called you over, you handed her the quill and parchment wordlessly. Umbridge grabbed your hand and looked at the back of it.

You tried hard not to blink or otherwise react. Umbridge smiled softly. “Yes, well done. I shall see you tomorrow night.”

You went and picked your bag back up and walked out. The word ‘irresponsible’ kept running through your mind. I thought I was over that insecurity. Or at least doing better… I thought Fred was helping me with it, and I was starting to feel hopeful that I was growing as a person, but maybe not. Godric, how did Umbridge hit upon the one word that I hate so much? And why did she have to brand me with it? It’s not just lines. No, it’s written on the back of my hand, engraved on my own skin. Ugh… I’m not going to cry. I won’t, I won’t, I won’t…

Just then, you heard a shout of laughter from nearby. You looked down the hallway – only to see a canary hopping about. Your mouth dropped open. What in the world - ? Oh, it must be a Canary Cream! Just as you thought that, the feathers moulted off, and you could see that it was none other than Seamus Finnigan, a Gryffindor who was a year younger than you.

The boys and girls surrounding him burst into laughter and applause. “Good one, Seamus!” “That was awesome!” they cried.

Dean Thomas, another Gryffindor, shouted, “I’ll take five!”

At that moment, someone spotted you. “Oi, it’s that prefect! Run!”

Shouts rang out, and the entire gang ran for it. Parchment and wrappers flew into the air.

You slowly walked over. With a sigh, you took out your wand and murmured, “Scourgify.” The hallway before you cleared of wrappers and parchment.  You started to walk away, when you stepped on a piece of parchment that had somehow fallen behind you. You lifted your foot and absent-mindedly picked it up. But then, the gaudy title caught your eye. In bold, exaggerated font, the parchment stated: Weasleys’ Wizard Wheezes Order Form. A long list of products and prices followed, including a Canary Cream for 7 Sickles, which was what Seamus must have eaten. However, at the very bottom, there was a small exclamation mark and the following words stated: Physical premises will be opened shortly at 93 Diagon Alley, and Weasleys’ Wizard Wheezes will become a full-time business. Please come and visit!

You stared at the words, “93 Diagon Alley.”

Your heart thumped heavily in your chest.

Wow, Fred Weasley, you are really something.

*     *     *     *     *     *     *     *     *     *

“Hey, where were you last night?” Fred asked, tracking you down in the Great Hall.

“Hm?” You looked up at him. You had been sitting with David, preferring his quiet (albeit frantic) studying this morning instead of trading your usual morning notes with Kenneth and Patricia.

“Last night. I went over to see you, but you weren’t there.”

“Oh. I was at the library,” you answered. “Sorry.”

Fred paused. Did she just apologize?

“Well, I’ll be over tonight,” said Fred. “So I expect only your finest pink towels - ”

“I’ve got prefect duties, actually,” you replied.

“Oh. Right.”

“Sorry.”

“No, no problem.” Fred fidgeted slightly.

David lifted his head. “Listen, I don’t want to be a jerk, but I’m a bit nervous about this Potions exam and - ”

“Don’t worry, David.” You stood up. “C’mon, Fred, let’s go to class.” You purposefully put your hand on his shoulder, so that he wouldn’t see the back of your hand.

Fred let you guide him, but once the two of you were out of the Great Hall, he turned around and said, “Everything all right?”

You smiled at him. “Yes, everything’s fine. Just peachy.” You leaned over and pinched Fred’s cheek.

Fred scoffed, and you laughed. “You’re so cute, Fred.”

Fred let you have your fun, but he did ask for a second time, “You sure there’s nothing you want to talk about?”

You paused. “You know how you told me that you were proud of me?”

“Yeah…”

You looked up at Fred. “Has anyone ever said that they were proud of you?”

Fred shrugged. “Well, no. I mean, George and Lee are in it with me so it’s not like we tell each other that.”

“Yeah,” you replied. “Hm.”

“Why?” Fred asked, confused with where you were going with this.

You answered, “Because. I’m proud of you, Fred.”

“Huh?”

You clarified, “Don’t get me wrong. I think you’re downright lousy for most things, and I wouldn’t be you for a kingdom - ”

“ - Okay –”  Fred said wryly.

“But I’m really quite proud of you.”

“Why?” Fred asked, genuinely curious.

Just then, the bell for class rang out.

You smiled at him. “I’ll tell you later, Fred. Come on, let’s go to class.” You walked off first, heading to Charms.

Fred stared after you. Something’s not quite right… But what?

*     *     *     *     *     *     *     *     *     *

Three days had passed. The words were etched deeper into your skin than ever. You stared at it in the shower, only to cover it with a bandage and makeup once you were out.

The only glimmer of light during that terrible week was when Draco came down to breakfast with a bandage over his eye. When Pansy tried to kiss his cheek, Draco turned away, only to have the bandage accidentally rip off. There was a moment of silence before the entire table erupted into laughter for there, on Draco’s face, was a pink-purple heart punched onto his eye.

Fred trotted over to you. “Well, well, fancy that, looks like Malfoy’s got a heart on his eye.”

“Looks like it,” you said in a dignified manner, pouring yourself some orange juice.

“How’d he get his hands on that, I wonder?”

“On what?”

“The punching telescope. It was one-of-a-kind. A prototype.”

You paused. Oh, I didn’t know that.

“Only one of it in the world, and yet Malfoy has it. How did that happen?”

“I don’t know.” You made to take a sip of your orange juice, when Fred swiped it from your hand and downed it all in one go. Tossing the goblet back onto the table carelessly, he reached over and grasped your face in his hand. He said, “I didn’t give to Malfoy.”

You looked up, avoiding Fred’s gaze.

Fred squeezed your cheeks for a moment before he let you go. He got up from the table, but before he left, he leaned in, kissed your forehead, and murmured, “Good job, hellcat.”

He walked away, joining George and Lee at another part of the table. But you hugged your textbook to yourself and smiled, feeling lighter and warmer than you had for the last few days.

*     *     *     *     *     *     *     *     *     *

The week was over. On the last day, not only did you have to serve detention with Umbridge and not only did Umbridge keep you even longer than the other nights, but when you came back, you found Kenneth waiting for you.

He was sitting in front of your door. When you came back, he stood up.

“Kenneth? What are you doing here?”

“Malfoy told me that you had detention. Is that true?”

You hesitated. You knew you were going to disappoint him. But you said honestly, “Yes.”

Kenneth shook his head. “I don’t understand what’s going on with you.”

“Please don’t,” you said quickly. You already felt fragile tonight. You didn’t need this. You really didn’t.

Kenneth paused. “All right,” he said, and his voice was much softer. “Listen, I’m not trying to make you feel worse. But I know you. You’re strong and focused and intelligent – and this… whatever this is that’s going with you right now – dating Weasley, pulling pranks, getting detention – maybe it’s something that you need to do right now, but I’m worried that you’re putting into jeopardy more important things, like your career and your ambitions. You know, you’re a serious person. And you were always responsible, before. Where did that go?”

You blinked. I was always responsible… before.

“Just think about it,” Kenneth said gently. “That’s all. I only want to look out for you.”

“I know,” you said quietly.

Kenneth nodded. Then, he walked away.

You slowly walked into your room and closed the door behind yourself. Responsible. I guess that’s when people like me most. When I’m responsible. I guess I’m not like Fred, and I guess I can’t be like him, either. Everyone loves him even though he’s mischievous and playful and creative. But I guess I’m not as likable…

You slid down your door and sat on the floor. You stared up at the wall, where you’d pinned Fred’s drawing of you as a hellcat, basking in the glory of demonic flames. Your eyes became blurry with tears, and you weren’t sure if it was because you were happy that Fred saw you that way and still cared for you, or if it was because everyone else thought that that was the worst part of you and that you would be better off burying it away forever. Your hands fell into your lap, and in the dim candlelight of the room, you saw the words ‘I will repent for my irresponsibility’ glitter in its half-crusted and half-shimmering scar.

You closed your eyes and the short phrase ‘93 Diagon Alley’ floated into your mind again – if ever it had disappeared from your mind since you first saw it.

Fred’s all set. He’s all grown up. His future isn’t here, at Hogwarts. His future isn’t… His future isn’t with me. You pressed your hands to your eyes, forcing yourself not to cry.

No, you told yourself sternly, don’t cry. Be happy. You’re in love. Just… Just enjoy it. And the shorter this wonderful love lasts, the more brilliant I’ll make it. Because that’s who I am. Or at least, that’s the kind of person I want to be – bright, creative, and a little bit too playful.

You dropped your hands from your face and took a deep breath. Let’s not regret anything.

*     *     *     *     *     *     *     *     *     *

Fortunately for you, your last detention with Professor Umbridge had been one week into February, which meant that it was nearly your favorite holiday – Valentine’s Day.

Your mood brightened considerably as you dressed in your favorite pink and cream outfits and you dotted your thighs with cute heart stickers – which Fred was half-charmed by and half-disgusted by when he pushed your skirt up that night and sometimes you wore bright pink lipstick just to leave marks on Fred’s cheeks. It became a daily routine for you to try to catch Fred in the Great Hall in the morning so you could smash your lips against his face, and he’d push you off and wipe his face furiously, but there would still be that tiny hint of pink on that one cheek.

You stuck to your resolution to be as bright as ever, and slowly, Fred stopped worrying about you and Kenneth, Patricia, and David all believed that you were returning to yourself.

*     *     *     *     *     *     *     *     *     *

The day before Valentine’s Day, you paid a visit to Fred – not in the privacy of his own room, but in the hallways, right before Potions class. You were wearing a long pink teddy coat, when you pulled Fred aside into the nearest stairwell.

“Fred, I’ve been waiting and waiting,” you said. “Were you ever planning on asking me out on Valentine’s Day?”

Fred looked at you, befuddled. “Er – why would I need to do that? Isn’t it obvious? You’re my girlfriend, y’know.”

“Where were you planning to take me to?” you asked.

Fred paused. He clearly hadn’t thought about this at all. He shrugged and suggested, “Zonko’s?”

You sighed, disappointed.

“What?” Fred said. “What’s so bad about Zonko’s?”

You put your hands on his shoulders. “Fred. When will you learn? Romance isn’t about the expected. To be romantic, you have to be diligent. And I want romance.”

Fred looked even more puzzled.

“Like this.” You then reached down and unbuttoned your coat and then whipped it open – only to show that you were stark naked underneath.

“Merlin’s sake!” Fred yelped. He grabbed the sides of your coat and hurriedly wrapped you in it, nearly pushing you off the staircase.

“Fred!” you protested, grabbing his wrists. “Don’t just grab me like that - !”

“Shut up!” Fred snapped at you, as he yanked the two sides of the coat together furiously.  

“Well, but I only did it to make my point - ” you began.

“You have lost it!” Fred said, with certainty in his voice. “You have absolutely lost your mind!”

You rolled your eyes. “Not even.”

“We’re in a stairwell, where anybody might walk by - ”

You interjected wryly, “Did you not get from our little session in the library that publicity doesn’t scare me?”

Fred stared hard at you. “You’re naked. You’re completely naked under that coat.”

You nodded. “And it was meant for you. But it seems like you don’t want it.” You sighed, and your chin sank into the fluffy coat. “Well, fine, let’s call Valentine’s Day off. It’s my favorite holiday, but it’s clearly not yours, so - ” You put your hands in your pockets and, dejected, you began walking away, when Fred leapt forward and grabbed your arm.

“Careful where you grab,” you warned. “One wrong tug and it’ll all come apart again.”

Fred looked down, only to see that you were right because you had only done one button. “Godric,” he said, and he buttoned you all back up again.

You smiled at him. So sweet, my boyfriend.

“What are you looking at me like that for?” Fred said gruffly, not missing your bright gaze.

“I just think you’re cute,” you said straightforwardly.

Fred merely grunted in reply, but the tips of his ears went pink.

Oh Godric, I love him. You pulled Fred in for a kiss. “Mwah,” you said playfully, as you puckered your lips against his.

Fred gazed at you skeptically.

You paused. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Because I know you, and I know that when you’re this happy, it means that you’ve come up with another way to fuck me over.”

You shook your head. “Not fuck you over. Don’t be so crude. No, no. I mean for us to have fun.”

Fred pointed at you. “Those words right there are the magic words. What they really mean is that you’re gonna cast on a spell on me that’s going to outright fuck me over.”

You slapped Fred’s hand down. “Stop being so dramatic. Anyways, none of this would have happened if you had properly prepared and asked me out first.”

“What’s going to happen?” Fred pressed.

“I’m glad you asked,” you said, beaming. You tugged happily at the collar of Fred’s shirt, as you explained to him, “This is what’s going to happen. You and I are going to go on a date in Hogsmeade. I am going to wear what I’m wearing now – my coat, my plug - ”

“You’re wearing your plug? Lemme see - ”

You slapped Fred’s hand down again. “- and absolutely nothing else. You are going to wear whatever you want, except you have to wear those heart-covered boxers I got you last Christmas.”

Fred immediately turned red. He grabbed your wrists and said hotly, “No way! No way am I wearing those!”

You cocked your head at him. “But you did bring them to Hogwarts, right? If not, you’d be saying that you couldn’t wear them, but you’re just saying you won’t.”

Fred froze.

“Right?” you pressed.

“I… er…”

You grinned. “So you can wear them.” You leaned in and kissed Fred’s cheek. “Wear them, baby,” you whispered, “or you won’t be getting any from me tomorrow night. And I’ll just have to parade around you in nothing but my coat all evening and maybe, at night, my coat will even come off - ” Fred’s hands were suddenly vicelike around your wrists “ – and you still won’t have me, unless you’re wearing those boxers.” You leaned into Fred as you whispered lovingly, “Got it?”

“Fine, whatever,” Fred grumbled. “It’ll just be a short walk through the village and back anyways, so - ”

Your smile widened. “Oh no, it won’t.”

“Oh, right, Zonko’s,” Fred sighed. “I forgot I said that. So, we’ll go to Zonko’s and - ”

“No, Fred,” you murmured softly, as you slid your hands out of Fred’s grasp and looped your arms around Fred’s shoulders. “We won’t go to Zonko’s. Not tomorrow. We’ll go another day, any day you like. But tomorrow is Valentine’s Day, sweetheart. It’s my favorite day.”

“So?” Fred questioned.

“So…” You could barely hold back your smile as you knowingly sentenced Fred to his worst nightmare and your own genuine happy place – “We’re going to get the full tea experience at Madam Puddifoot’s - ”

“Madam Puddi – Like hell we are!” Fred sputtered. He threw your arms off of him.

“Seven to nine.” Turning away, you winked at him and said, “Don’t be late.” You blew him a kiss over your shoulder and walked out, leaving Fred in a rather amazing state of panic.

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Joke's On You Part 20

When Fred Weasley carelessly bumps into you into the hallway, you decide to take him a notch down; not by berating him, but by showing him up at his own game of using your charm and intellect to get what you want. And it’s fine if the end result doesn’t leave everyone quite satisfied - in fact, that’s what you want…

[Fred Weasley x Reader.] [Warning: Story Contains Explicit Smut.] [Warning: Non-Consent.] [Warning: Manipulation.] [Warning: Humiliation.] [Warning: Light Bondage.]

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Two days later, you found yourself in an interesting predicament. Somebody – and you had a very shrewd idea who – had placed a Charm on the Slytherin House Points glass. Specifically, this Charm made it so that the hourglass would let out a farting sound so loud that it echoed through the castle halls every time a professor awarded points to Slytherin House.

It took a while before the connection was made between the awarding of House Points to Slytherin and the massive, disturbing sounds ringing throughout the castle. By then, both Umbridge and Filch were absolutely furious. As it was, you found yourself pitted against the two of them all day.

First, it was Filch, who had actually seen the Weasley twins and Jordan standing before the Slytherin hourglass before breakfast. You had spotted them, too, and gone over there to talk to them when George, noticing Filch, dragged Fred and Lee out of there so fast that you weren’t even able to say hello to Fred before Filch was there.

Filch brandished his mop at you angrily. “Where’d they go!? I just saw ‘em! They were up to no good, weren’t they?”

You calmly brushed your hand over your face. “Your mop touched my face.”

Filch shuffled closer to you. “What?”

Your eyes slowly narrowed, as you repeated, “Your mop, which you use to clean this entire castle has touched my face.”

“So what? What’re you sayin’, lass? Did you see which way the twins went or not?” 

“I would first like to hear an apology for the thousand diseases you’ve just wiped on my face.” 

Filch’s eyes bulged. “What’re you talkin’ about? How dare you insinuate that my mop is – is dirty, eh?"

"Well, wouldn't it be, since you used it to clean the castle?" you said dryly. "Please apologize to me for the misuse of your mop."

Filch bristled. "I didn't misuse my mop. I know how to handle a mop! Aargh, that's not the point! I said, did you see where the Weasley morons went or not?”

You sighed. “I did see them. They went that way.” You pointed in the opposite direction from which Fred, George, and Lee had actually exited.

Filch went off hurriedly, taking his mop with him.

“Cheers.”

You jumped, as Fred appeared, seemingly from thin air, but actually from behind a trick tapestry in the corridor just to the left of the Great Hall – which was, incidentally, the same tapestry that connected the Great Hall to Gryffindor Tower and which Fred had used to beat you to the Great Hall and surprise you by publicly asking you out.

You shook your head in disappointment at yourself. “I owe Filch. I’m going to buy him a big Christmas present this year.” 

“Eh.” Fred shrugged. "I wouldn't sweat it. He loves us, really. We give him his life's purpose you see."

"Is that so?" you said, looking over at Fred. "And what did you do this time?"

A glint appeared in Fred’s eye. “Now, now, you don’t want me to spoil the surprise for you, do you? Especially after you worked so hard to help make it happen.”

You frowned. “I helped make it happen?”

“Sure you did. You chased Filch away from the hourglass.”

“That wasn’t to help – Wait, the hourglass? What about the hourglass?”

“Oops, I’ve said too much.” Fred winked at you. “I’ll be off now.”

“Fred, wait - !”

But with a short, little “ta, ta,” Fred was off, making use of the tapestry once more to escape your incoming stampede of questions.

*     *     *     *     *     *     *     *     *     *

It was during your first class of the day, Defense Against the Dark Arts (or the sham version of the class that Umbridge was teaching, rather), that you heard the first, long, stinky fart rip through the corridors.

Umbridge paused. Everyone went silent – and then a few students giggled.

You shot a look at Fred, but he was seemingly absorbed in his textbook. You frowned. Nothing was more suspicious than that.

Another minute passed, and then – Bbbbbboooonnngggg… SPLAT!

“What is that noise?” Umbridge seethed, whirling around.

There was a long silence.

George raised his hand and said, in a perfectly formal voice, “Think it’s a fart, Professor. All humans - whether purebloods, half-bloods, Muggle-borns, or Muggles - do it.”

Umbridge turned red. “How dare you - ?”

- Thhhhbtttbttbttt – pfffttt – brap-rap-rap-brrrap!

Fred remarked quietly, “Definitely a fart. Possibly a shart.”

“You, and you!” Umbridge pointed at Fred and George. “Get up, now!”

The twins dutifully stood up, but then, to everyone’s horror, including yours, Fred began to bleed from his nose, while George vomited.

“Sorry, Professor, bad breakfast!” Fred cried out loudly.

Lee leapt up from his seat. “I’ll help you to the loo!”

“What? No, you – you come back - !” Umbridge began, but she was disarmed and flustered.

Another fart ripped through the hall and you started to put two and two together. You jumped to your feet as well. Shouting, “Not to the loo, Lee! The Hospital Wing! They should go to the Hospital Wing!”, you raced after the trio, who were already out of the classroom. You were determined to catch them before they got off scot-free.

You heard Umbridge shouting at you, but you ignored her and went after the twins and Lee. You nearly lost them, only you managed to see the tail of Lee’s cloak whip around the corner. You followed them up to where you least expected them to go – the library. Once there, the three of them split up to avoid being caught by Madam Pince.

“Fred!” you hissed angrily, dodging between bookshelves as you tried to catch Fred without being caught by Madam Pince yourself.

“Bugger off!” he hissed back, as he zigzagged between shelves.

Just then, you froze – for you heard, from a few shelves behind you – that dreaded “ahem, ahem.”

Abandoning all pretense, you leapt forward, grabbed Fred by the scruff of his neck (“Oi!” “Shut up!”), dragged him to the nearest table (which thankfully was covered with a velvet cloth) and threw him under it. You then hurriedly sat at the table, grabbed the nearest book, and opened it.

“What’re you playing - ?”

You kicked Fred under the table.

“Ahem, Ahem.”

Fred immediately went silent as Umbridge approached the table. Not only that, she was accompanied by Draco Malfoy.

You shot Draco a questioning look, but before you could ask anything, Umbridge addressed you. “May I ask what you are doing here, at the library, instead of in my class?”

Hiding how out of breath you were, you replied calmly, “I’m reading up on finding Sound Removal spells, of course.”

“What?”

“You know, to help the professors by getting rid of the terrible farting sounds.”

You heard a soft giggle from under the table. You coughed to hide the sound. At the same time, you found Fred’s hand with your foot and not-so-softly dug your heel into it. A tiny curse sounded out before your foot was pushed away.

“I thought you went after the Weasleys,” Umbridge said testily.

“Yeah, I saw you running in the hallway, chasing after the Weasley twins,” Draco supplied.

Ah, so that’s why he’s with Umbridge, you realized. He saw me, and he told Umbridge where he’d seen me, and he helped her to find me.

“I did, but I saw them headed towards the Hospital Wing, which is where they should go. Knowing that, I thought I would help by finding out how to stop the sounds, so I came here,” you replied matter-of-factly.

Umbridge gave you a most dissatisfied look. You knew that she did not believe you one whit, but she couldn’t contradict you either. She merely said, “Back to my class, at once, you foolish girl.”

You nodded. “Of course, Professor.”

However, the bell rang at that moment. Umbridge, realizing she had to get back to her classroom at once or risk everyone leaving her class before she could assign work or assign detention, cursed and ran out of the library.

You waited for some time before you whispered, “Fred? Are you okay down there? Is your nose all right?”

“Huh? Oh yeah, fine.”

You frowned, for Fred sounded a bit… hazy. You peeked under the table. There was Fred, slightly hunched over due to his height, but nonetheless sitting there happily enough. His nose wasn’t bleeding anymore. Then, you realized what exactly he was looking at.

Sure enough, he nodded at your panties and remarked, rather buffoonishly, “Great view.”

You bit back your annoyed retorts, as you couldn’t believe that you had been out here, thinking of all the ways to help Fred and worried about his health, and he had been down here, perfectly fine and lounging about, and staring at you like some stupid boy.

You quietly helped him out from under the table.

“Thanks, love,” Fred said cheerfully.

“Mhm,” was all you said. But you knelt down and quietly triple-tied his shoelace to the table leg.

As you walked away, you heard Fred slowly realize what you’d done. “So, I’d say that was successful – Wait – Hey, hold on, what’s this? Oi, get back here!”

You held your head high and did not look back as you walked out of the library.

*     *     *     *     *     *     *     *     *     *

That afternoon, the Inquisitorial Squad was formed. As expected, it created quite a stir among all of the prefects. You, Roger, Percy, Penelope, Cedric, and Jane (the other Hufflepuff prefect) were all standing together and discussing what this new Inquisitorial Squad was when Draco Malfoy passed by, bearing a shiny silver “IS” badge on his chest. Percy barked out, “You! Malfoy! Come here.”

Draco looked around, only to see that it was Percy that had called for him. Draco sneered. “I’m on my way to dinner, Weasley, so I’d appreciate if you wouldn’t bother me. See, some of us grew up on more than one meal a day.”

You suddenly felt absolutely furious. “Shut your mouth right now, Malfoy. And you get over here, now.” You didn’t shout, but the ice-cold tone of your voice shocked everyone, even your fellow prefects.

Draco was too afraid not to listen to you. However, once he was standing in front of you, he said snidely, “Makes sense, I suppose, that the Mudblood would stick up for the Mudblood-lover.”

“Malfoy, cut it out,” Cedric said. “We only want to ask you about the Inquisitorial Squad.”

“Ask her.” To your surprise, Malfoy nodded at you.

You frowned. “What?”

Draco smirked. “She’s such a terrible prefect that Professor Umbridge’s decided to take things into her own hands and create her own group of student leaders.” He crossed his arms over his chest. “So, that’ll be five points from Weasley here, since he so rudely stopped me on my way to dinner, and ten points for this stupid prefect for shouting at me and creating even more work for me than I’ve already got going on.”

Percy blanched. “What? You can’t take away points from us. Even prefects can’t take away points from other prefects.”

Draco shrugged. “Don’t believe me, then. Bye, Weasel.”

“Git,” Cedric muttered under his breath. Shaking his head, he and Jane walked away.

“Don’t let it bother you, Perce,” Penelope said soothingly. Penelope, Percy, and Roger all walked away together.

You also began to leave, when suddenly, a cold hand slipped over the side of your neck. You felt your hair being pushed back and then, a sneering voice whispered into your ear, “Oh, one other thing. I’m onto you. I’ll tell Umbridge that you - ”

“Oi, oi, oi, outta the way!”

Fred, who had just come down into the entrance hall from Quidditch practice, had spotted Draco ambushing you and whispering into your ear. Fred caught Draco by the side of his head and roughly pushed him away from you.

Draco scowled. Reaching up to push his blonde hair back into place, he glared at Fred before he said to you, “I warned you.” Then, he finally walked away.

“What the hell was that about?” Fred grunted, still glaring angrily at Draco.

“I don’t know,” you said honestly. “You pushed him away from me before I could figure it out.”

“Well, he’s not going to touch you again.” Fred reached over and pulled you into a hug.

You accepted his hug quite happily. “Mmm…” You sighed out in relief. Eyes closed and hugging Fred back, you wondered, “Wow, is this what it means for a boytoy to be upgraded to a boyfriend? I can deploy instant protection against my enemies?”

“Well, I’m not a parachute,” Fred said wryly. “But yeah, I’ll keep you safe.”

You looked up at Fred with quite dreamy eyes. “You will?”

Fred snorted affectionately. “You’re stupid, you know that?”

You smiled. “Of course I am.”

Fred paused, taken aback by your agreement, until you explained, “I’m with you.”

*     *     *     *     *     *     *     *     *     *

That evening, you, Kenneth, Patricia, and David were all studying at the library together when Patricia tapped you on the hand.

“Hm?” you said, not stopping from neatly jotting down another sentence in your Potions essay.

 “Are you really dating Weasley?” Patricia looked at you worriedly. “And Fred, at that? I mean, at least date the nicer twin.”

You smiled, amused. “You think George is nicer?”

“You don’t?”

“No, I do,” you agreed easily. As you spoke, you turned over the page of your textbook and hummed lightly to yourself.

Patricia shook her head, confused. “Then why are you dating that broomcrash of a human being?”

“Fred?” you said, pleased at how Trish was describing him. “Why am I dating him? Hmm…”

As you pretended to ponder your answer, you noticed how both Kenneth and David had stopped writing, despite the fact that they were both keeping their heads craned over their parchment.

Finally, you remarked, quite nonchalantly, “He’s cute, don’t you think?”

Patricia looked disgusted, but she only said, “Well, sure, but - ”

Whip-quick, you said, “Sure? Careful, he’s mine.”

At this, Patricia snorted, no longer hiding her disgust. “Don’t worry about that. He’s dumb as rocks, and that’s enough for me - ”

“He’s brilliant, actually.”

Patricia eyed you skeptically. “You’re not leaving me much space to agree with you.”

You laughed brightly. “Right, sorry.”

And the conversation ended just like that, which was exactly what you wanted.

*     *     *     *     *     *     *     *     *     *

When the library closed for the evening, the four of you went back to the Gryffindor common room to study some more – only to find it abuzz as people crowded around Fred and George, yelling questions about something called a “Puking Pastille,” something else called a “Nosebleed Nougat,” and yet another something else called a “Fainting Fancy.”

“What in the world -?” Patricia gasped.

At that moment, Lee spotted you across the room. “Oi! Prefect alert!”

The entire crowd suddenly shuffled together, with everyone shoving things in their pockets left and right.

Thinking quickly, you whipped out your wand and pointed it at a nearby student’s pocket. “Accio!”

What appeared to be a wrapped sweet came zooming towards you. You caught it in mid-air.

“Fainting Fancy?” you read aloud, confused.

Everyone remained totally silent.

Then, Fred chirped out, “You curious? Try it.”

“Fred,” George said quietly.

Fred replied, in a low whisper, “If she faints, we all get out of this scot-free.”

Meanwhile, David was saying anxiously to you, “I wouldn’t…”

Fred moved through the crowd, towards you. “What, scared of a little sweet?” He crossed his arms and lifted his eyebrow at you. “If you don’t eat it, and no one else here is going to eat it, how will you ever prove that I’ve done something bad?”

“Because it’s you,” you blurted out at once.

“That won’t persuade McGonagall.”

Kenneth shook his head at you. He was clearly saying, don’t take the bait.

You stared at the sweet in your hand. Everyone was watching you. In truth, you could guess what this candy did – it was in the name, after all. Besides, you’d seen Fred have a sudden nosebleed when he wanted to escape from Umbridge’s class, and you figured this sweet was along the same lines. But you were actually quite curious as to whether it worked or not and what it felt like.

Stupid, you chastised yourself. Just take this directly to McGonagall and you have another victory against him.

But if I do, I’ll never be able to try one, you thought. McGonagall will ban them and the only way I’ll be able to get one is to swallow my pride and ask Fred for one, and I’d rather die than beg Fred for something this stupid.

This is my only chance to try it and feel it for myself, even if I look silly.

You slowly unwrapped the sweet. Staring up at Fred, you popped the sweet in your mouth. Everyone held their breath – and you promptly fainted.

Fred caught you at once.

Kenneth looked at Fred, disgusted. “You did that to your girlfriend?”

Meanwhile, Patricia grabbed Lee and asked nervously, “Is she going to be all right?”

“Yeah,” Lee said, grinning. “She’ll be up and about in two minutes.”

*     *     *     *     *     *     *     *     *     *

You opened your eyes.

“G’morning, princess. Had a nice nap?”

You sat up, only to find yourself in Fred’s bed.

Fred was perched at the edge of his desk, grinning at you.

You slowly reached up and patted your hair down, making sure you still looked as neat as usual.

“Did you have any sweet dreams about me?” Fred asked teasingly.

Patting down your collar, you replied, “Yes, in fact, I did.”

Fred flounced over to you. “Yeah?”

“Yes.” You looked up at him. “You dressed up in a maid costume and worked at Madam Puddifoot’s. You served people tea and biscuits, but you were so bad at it that you never got tipped, and then I had to go and spank you.” You paused. “It was a happy dream.”

Fred scoffed. “Oh, please.” He held up his hand and showed you the Fainting Fancy wrapper. “So? What did you think?”

“How long was I asleep for?” you asked.

“About three minutes. I’d just set you down on the bed.”

“Three minutes? That’s it?”

“Yep. Although three minutes is a bit of an outlier. Usually, people only fall asleep for two minutes.” Fred peered at you. “You’ve got a weird head, did you know that? I mean, I knew that, but this confirmed that.”  He smirked. “So if I’m Mister Three Minutes, I think you’re Miss Three Minutes.”

“Please.”

Fred shrugged. “Just telling you how it is. You’re scientifically weird.”

You scoffed. “I’m not weird. I simply fell victim to a disgusting candy. But you’re the one who came up with said sweet, so you’re weird.”

“Touchy, touchy, are we getting defensive?” Fred teased you, pleased with himself.

You thought about what Fred had told you about the candy. “But how did you time it like that?” you wondered. “I mean, how did you make a candy like this?”

“It’s nothing too complicated,” Fred explained. “A mixture of the Draught of Living Death and of its antidote – and there you are.”

“Wouldn’t those two Potions just cancel each other out?”

“It would if you just mixed the two together, yes.”

“But you did something else?”

“Naturally.”

“You timed the Potions’ effects, even though they’re in one container,” you guessed. “Am I right?”

Fred nodded. “Yes, ma’am. The Draught releases first, then the antidote.”

You frowned at him. “The Draught of Living Death - isn’t that NEWT-level? And aren’t antidotes NEWT-level as well?”

Fred’s only reply was a clippy, “You’re newt-level.”

You scowled. But then, your scowl disappeared and you held your hand out. “Well, in any case, unregulated Potions aren’t allowed on the premises. Hand over your stash, Weasley.”

Fred opened his hands wide before you. “Can’t. They’re gone.”

“Stop lying. Hand them over, I said.”

“I said I can’t.”

“Why not?”

“Because,” Fred said, beaming proudly, “we’ve sold them all.”

Your mouth fell open. “What?”

Fred’s eyes glinted happily, as he repeated, “That’s right. They’re all sold and running wild in the hands of Hogwarts students right now.”

Your brow furrowed. “You lie.”

Fred shook his head, and his ginger hair, which was getting quite long, flopped about a little. “Nope. Never, to you.” He cocked his head as he grinned at you. “I’d say that’s another move for me on the tic-tac-toe board, aye?”

“No,” you said stubbornly. “Because you’re lying.”

“Fine, then. Just see for yourself.” Then, Fred tacked on, “And by the way, technically, I’m not the one who came up with the idea of inciting fainting.”

“What?”

“I mean the idea for the Fainting Fancy. Sure, I made it non-lethal and into a candy, but the idea of ingesting something to faint is pretty common.” Fred reeled off smartly, “Ever heard of poison? Or booze? Or Dreamless Sleep Potion? Or the Draught of Living Death?”

“Yes, but who the hell comes up a candy that transforms you into a canary for a solid minute?” you said irately.

Fred suddenly paused altogether. He then sat up straighter, only to put his chin in his hand and lean all the way forward, until his face was mere inches from yours.

Annoyed, you glared at him and quipped, “Yes? Can I help you?”

Fred queried, “How did you know about a Canary Cream?”

You froze, and your entire posture and facial expression became stiffer than glass.

Fred saw the way your entire expression abruptly shifted into one of forced neutrality. In response, his own features lit up, until he was grinning from ear to ear. “Did you try all the sweets you took from me the other day? You didn’t just confiscate them? You aren’t holding them as leverage against me? Because you know you could have just reported them, one by one, to McGonagall, and gotten me in trouble every time.”

You remained totally still and totally silent.

In awe, Fred realized, “No, you ate them all. You were curious to see what George, Lee, and I had come up with, so you tried - ” he reached out and grabbed a strand of your hair and tugged at it“ - my stupid  - “ another tug “ – candy!”

“Stop that!” you snapped.

Fred let go of your hair. Falling back into his chair, he laughed gleefully. He pointed at you and cawed, “And to think that you willingly turned yourself into a canary for a whole minute! A stupid bird! What if Kenneth had walked in then, huh? Or – no, no! What if Fudge had walked in?”

“Fudge would not – Kenneth wouldn’t - Are you done?” you said, trying to disguise how flustered you were as you being impatient.

In fact, Fred was not done. He instead cackled manically, throwing his head back before slumping over in his chair in a most undignified pose.

Fed-up, you stomped out of the room. I can’t believe I let that slip! You berated yourself in your head, you idiot!

Fuming the entire way back, you finally slammed open the room of your door and went at once to your bed. With a groan, you fell over. How could you let him know that you tried his candies instead of reporting them? I’m the biggest idiot there is.

Frustrated, you kicked your legs out and then turned over onto your side. But that was when you spotted the drawing that Fred had made of you – as a hellcat, basking in the flames of the underworld.

It was only that I thought… Well, I thought they were clever and they sounded like fun, you thought, whispering even in your own head. And I wanted to be a part of his world, I s’pse, even if just for a second… You stretched your hand out towards the drawing for a moment. And even if it was a secret… You let your hand fall onto the bed, and you closed your eyes and let out a deep breath.

*     *     *     *     *     *     *     *     *     *

As it turned out, Fred was not lying about having sold all of the sweets. You found this out the next day when, as soon as Umbridge began teaching, the entire class began to swoon, vomit, and suffer nosebleeds all at once – except for you, Kenneth, and Patricia. Even David was bleeding from his nose. He gave you an apologetic look as he mopped up his nosebleed. Out of the corner of his mouth, he whispered, “My friend gave me one this morning.”

Umbridge was furious. She demanded explanations from a number of the students and she even examined students by performing spells on them and searching their backpacks, but to no avail – the students had taken great care to hide the wrappers. Finally, Umbridge was forced to let everyone go, except for the three of you.

As it were, you, Kenneth, and Patricia had to sit through an hour-long class with Umbridge at her foulest. 

*     *     *     *     *     *     *     *     *     *

“Another move for Fred!” Fred said loudly, as he scraggled a second ‘X’ on the board.

You stared down at the paper. Your perfect ‘O’ was looking sadly solitary as opposed to Fred’s loud, messy ‘X’s.

Fred threw your quill onto your bedside table. It rolled straight off and onto the floor, where the tip snapped and broke.

You sighed. Then, you noticed something about the game. “Fred, you fool,” you said, “why did you put your X there? You should have put it where you could cut me off and advance your play. But you left my line wide open.”

“Eh, whatever,” Fred said, and sure enough, he’d already fallen back on your bed and had his eyes closed. “I’m going to win anyways. And then I’m going to…” Fred put his hand out and rudely gestured in front of his hips, and then he moaned.

You scoffed. “Keep dreaming, Fred.”

“I will,” he said viciously, grinning quite broadly as he lost himself to his fantasy of you.

Meanwhile, you walked over and picked up the quill. You tapped the end with your wand, repairing it. Then, you walked over to your dresser and changed into your prefect robes.

Fred watched you, letting his eyes roam all over you as you changed. But then, he frowned. “Oi, why aren’t you missing a button on your shirt?”

“Because it’s improper to go around with a button missing from your shirt,” you said matter-of-factly, while patting down the front of your shirt.

“No, that’s not what I meant,” Fred replied. “I mean, I took one of your buttons off of the floor when I ripped your shirt apart in that broom cupboard.”

“I know you did,” you said shortly, shrugging on your prefect’s robe.

“So, where is it?”

“I assume you still have it.”

“You didn’t take it back?”

You shook your head. “I didn’t need to take it back, Fred. Use your head.”

“What d’you mean?”

You reminded him, “I replaced it with your button. The one I pried off with my teeth when you came and ambushed my poor parents in their own home.”

Fred hesitated. “Oh…” Then, he grinned. “Oh, yeah, I did that, didn’t I?”

“You’re going to write them an apology letter one day,” you told him.

Fred chortled. “As if.”

“You will, Fred.”

“I won’t,” Fred said confidently. “Tell you what, though. I’ll make a firework that spells out ‘SORRY’ and I’ll go and let off after a hundred of ‘em in front of your house. What d’you think about that?”

“I think you’re silly and haven’t grown up a bit,” you replied, but you came over and gave Fred a kiss.

Fred slyly wrapped his arm around your waist and anchored you into his lap before he whispered playfully, “Hi, bird.”

You swatted him on the shoulder, but when Fred tackled you down onto the bed, you couldn’t help but let out a breathless laugh. And when you began to berate Fred for putting you down too roughly, he preempted you with a kiss that made you instantly melt in his arms – and the rest of the evening was whirled away in yet another session of silly little love-making.

This time, it was Fred who came up with a plan of how to get you exactly where he wanted you. He kissed and kissed and kissed you, always keeping his mouth pressed hotly to yours, so that you couldn’t trick him with your all-too-clever words.

When you started to whisper, "Fred, baby...", Fred said harshly, "Shush, you. No more devilish spells, no more stupid ropes, I just want you." And, as Fred pushed his cock inside of your wanting little cunt, while still kissing you and stealing away your breaths, you soon began to pant – and then to moan – and then to whimper. Fuck, she’s whimpering. Yes, I’m making her whimper, Fred growled lowly in his mind. Yes, yes, yes…! He pinned you down firmly against the mattress and took you into a mating press. And still he kept his mouth against yours.

"Fwed...!" you moaned out, with his lips pressed heavily against yours, keeping you all hushed and loved underneath it.

Fred responded by biting down hard on your lower lip for a moment, and at the same time, he thrust deep inside of you. You moaned and arched your back so beautifully that your breasts pressed up against his chest for a moment.

"Mmm," Fred growled lowly, roughly moving his hands all up and down your body, feeling every inch of your soft, warm skin.

You meant to hold back another moan, only, instead of biting down on your own lip, you ended up biting down on Fred's.

Fred hissed, but he kept his mouth against yours still.

You bleated out vaguely, with your indignation lost in pleasurable incoherence, "Wh - What're you - mm - p-playing at?"

Fred whispered back fiercely, "you." Then, he kissed you even more fervently, taking a moment to grasp your neck in his hand to make sure you would receive his kiss entirely, as he intended for you to.

Muffled moans floated out of your mouth and graced the airs, and your sweet sounds gave Fred the confidence to make love to you even more intensely. Because Fred could see it – your mind was going all fuzzy. You had started by keeping your legs pressed tightly against his hips, but now, your thighs had come up, and your feet were flopping in the air as you were no longer focused enough to keep control over your body. Your hands, which had formed a tight grip around Fred’s neck, slowly slipped away until you began to scrabble slowly, but desperately at Fred’s back. Your chest and your tummy, which were always tight and in good posture, slowly began to cave in, until your tummy went all soft and buckled as you let out a muffled cry – and still Fred was kissing you. Well, to be more accurate, he was alternating between panting hard and growling lowly against your mouth.

Your cries became quite high and floaty, and your eyes began to go all blurry with tears. You barely felt like yourself. All that anchored you to the present was Fred – Fred’s hands gripping your waist so tightly that you could barely breathe, Fred’s hard, sculpted chest pressed down against your soft breasts, and then Fred’s cock, buried so deeply into your pussy that you could barely think  -

“Mmmm!” You moaned desperately into Fred’s mouth, and without realizing it, you were beginning to scratch at Fred’s back. Uhn, G-Godric, he’s being so – so possessive with m-me today, you though incoherently. Your mind was spinning. Why won’t he – ah! – let me b-breathe? Oh God, oh God, oh God…!

Fred was growling in a strained, rough, and unbroken voice, as he began to pound into you harder and faster. His hands traveled up your body and soon, he was squeezing your breasts rather roughly as he thrust into you heavily, pushing you down into the mattress with every thrust.

“Mm, mm, mmpfh!” you moaned out. It occurred to you that even though you were staring up at the ceiling, you couldn’t see it. Instead, an obscure pink haze was floating before you. You tried to blink, but all that did was introduce fuzzy golden sparks into your vision.

Meanwhile, you felt Fred’s lips grasp at yours again – you responded instinctively, kissing your boyfriend back – and Fred kissed you roughly enough that you gasped against his mouth, and then he slammed his cock deep inside of your pussy – and you made to gasp again, but you were already out of breath. You were already gone, gone, gone…

A ringing sounded out in your ears. Your entire body was ringing, it seemed, all blushing and hot and so, so fucked-out… You couldn’t believe how tightly Fred had you in his grasp, and you couldn’t believe how intensely he was making love to you. You could feel how strained and tight his slender, tall body was. Every muscles was all tight, as he forced his cock into your cunt in the deepest, tightest of places, making you cry out (as much as you could, anyways) and making your thoughts go fluttering away.

Some part of you was shocked at how deep Fred’s growls were and how decidedly he was taking you (and keeping you beneath him), but in truth, you had always known that this powerful, charismatic part of Fred was simmering beneath his kindness and his willingness to play along with you, and that it had always been a matter of time before it burst.

In your dizzy thoughts, you remembered vaguely that first time that you and Fred had made love – how he had made such short work of your bathrobe and how, when your legs had started to give out, Fred had pulled you up by your hips and urged you to keep yourself up, all so he could fuck you harder…

So… hot… you thought now, and even your mouth fell open, so that the kisses were less kisses and more just pressing each other’s mouths together and sharing breaths and moans and growls. Deep inside of yourself, you were able to admit, I fucking love that Fred can do this to me. That he can just fucking take me and make me his. That he can steal every single breath of mine away, if he wishes. Makes it all the more satisfying when it’s the other way around, and I’m the one whose got him under my thumb. I can't ever express how much I love it when he pants for me, whimpers for me, cums for me all soft and sweet and pathetic... But none of that would mean anything if Fred was truly just a thoughtless boy. No, he’s a man, and he’s always been. It’s just that he’s a gentleman and he lets me have my way most times. But when he doesn’t – oh, it makes me shiver. It makes me shiver all over because he’s just so fucking hot like this.

The bed was rocking back and forth and all of the pillows and sheets were strewn over the floor. Your panties had long been discarded – ripped, in fact – and were hanging loosely from one of the bedposts. Your bra was nearly choking you around your neck, as Fred had carelessly pushed it up in his desperate need to grasp your breasts in his hands. You couldn’t care less today. You didn’t care what you looked like in the slightest, all you wanted to do was take and feel every burn Fred wanted to give you – and it was a deep, unrelenting burn, too.

F-Fuck, you bleated out in your head. I – I’m close…! I – Ah! A rather animalistic groan left you as you came on Fred’s cock again. You came while he was fucking you and while Fred grunted out a deep, tight, “Good fucking girl,” he kept going, and you became vaguely aware of how wet everything was – how cum seemed to be dripping out of your cunt and how Fred’s cock seemed to be covered in you already, even though he kept fucking you, bullying his cock into your pussy so well, over and over and over again.

Your legs fell open entirely, and your head fell back onto the bed. Fred finally let you go, let you breathe, but it didn’t matter anymore. You were beyond breath.

Your hands were holding onto Fred’s hair, right at the nape of his neck, for dear life, but when Fred sat up, grabbed your hips once more, and then thrust for all he was worth, you felt your hands drop away onto the bed – and then everything exploded in one intense, unforgiving blossom of light.

Fred’s low growl of “Uhn, fuck!”  mixed with your soft, high cry of, “Ahhh…!” and then Fred collapsed on top of you, while cumming deep in your soft, hot, wet pussy.

You were crying out loud now, with your eyes screwed tight and mouth opened all ugly – Fred’s hands were in your hair, yanking at it – you tried to close your shaking legs, but they were stopped by Fred’s hips as he was still buried deep inside of you – you began to squirm, but you were too tired, and you finally let go of all control in your body – and Fred let out a grunt of surprise as he felt you cream all over him.

Fred opened his eyes and looked down. Oh shit, she really did cream all over me. I didn’t just imagine her getting all tight like that. As Fred stared down, he saw how quickly your tummy was going up and down. He hurriedly looked up at you.

You were a mess. Your hair was everywhere, sticking out all oddly in pieces. Your entire face was flushed – not in that light wash of pink that made you look all cute, but properly red. You were huffing all hard, and you had dragged your shaking hands over onto your chest, right over your heart, and you kept your hands clasped there as you panted your head off. What was more, your long legs were still trembling and your pussy, stuffed with his cum, was quivering too, and slowly, Fred saw his own cum began to drip out of your pink little pussy.

“Godric,” Fred muttered hoarsely. His own throat was raw with how much he had growled. She looks so utterly, breathtakingly beautiful, he thought, almost numbly. I love how spunky she is, my girl, but I wish she would be more vulnerable with me more often. I’d take care of her. She ought to know that. She does, right? Before he realized it, Fred was very slowly and carefully kissing you all up and down your flushed little body.

At first, you shivered, moaned, and began to turn away, but Fred followed you, placing soft kisses against your tummy before working his way up your body. Fred’s own muscles were protesting, for he was dead tired, but he barely felt his own exhaustion right now. He wanted to prove himself to you. He wanted to show that he was worthy of putting you into this dazed, soft state.

Slowly, you came to yourself. Though you were still panting lightly and you couldn’t seem to find the strength to open your eyes, you managed to trace Fred’s shoulders with your hands and you were able to bury your hands into his soft, ginger hair.

Fred stilled when he felt you clutch at his hair. He let you hold onto him. He gently looped one arm around your waist and then kissed your shoulder as he waited for you to find yourself. He gazed at your face and he saw that you were smiling softly.

Then, you said to him - the first thing you said to him - in a soft, lilting tone, "You were bad."

Fred smiled, knowing that you were quite content at the moment. He thought, in his own hazy thoughts, There it is, that soft smile of hers, that telltale symptom betraying that underneath everything, she's got that stupidly soft, pink little beating heart in her chest... She'll always want more than she has in the physical world, because of the way she was born. She can't say aloud all of the things her heart craves. She has to wear all of her armor all the time. I thought that would annoy me, and it does, Merlin knows, but Godric, life wouldn't be nearly as bright without her around, always going toe-to-toe with me, roping me in with her wicked spells and wicked thoughts, but always so charming, so fiery, so romantic... She's got to be half-devil, half-woman.

Fred, feeling incredibly fond of you, slipped up so that he was lying behind you, on his side. Then, he pulled you in tight to him. He whispered in your ear, "I know. I really was, wasn't I?"

When you felt Fred’s chest press gently against your back, you suddenly remembered your place in the world again. And when you realized that Fred was holding you, with a soft but firm hug, you came back safely to the world.

Oh… Fred. That name, that thought, that person made your heart feel so warm and steady… Fred…

You reached back with one hand and pinched his shoulder.

"Ow," Fred muttered.

You smiled sleepily.

"What was that for?" Fred wondered.

"Mm, you think on that," you breathed out, and then you nestled into your pillow.

Fred stared at you in surprise as you fell asleep, right then and there. What…? She’s just gonna sleep like that?

It was rather funny, honestly, how you left him behind, smiling in your sleep. Fred, who had been wanting to hear praise about how good he’d done and instead was left with a pinched shoulder, pouted slightly. When I say half-devil, I mean at least half devil, he amended in his head.

But then, realizing that you could only fall asleep because you felt that he was keeping you safe, Fred softened. He kissed you tenderly on the top of your head and he watched you sleep. And Fred – impatient, arrogant, no-time-to-waste, always-on-the-run Fred – was able to gaze at your sleeping face and feel perfectly complete and content.

*     *     *     *     *     *     *     *     *     *

When you finally blinked awake, you slowly lifted your head, wondering vaguely where you were, when you heard a soft ring, ring. Your eyes widened.

Then, you heard a chuckle behind you. You swiveled your head around – only to see Fred lying behind you, laughing at you.

“Fred?”

Fred reached out and tugged gently at the pink ribbon he’d tied around your neck as you were sleeping – the same ribbon you’d put on him, with the little bell at the end. “There. Restored to your rightful position.”

You started to give a small smile, when he pointed at your head and chortled, “Except for your horrendous bedhead. But that one, you’ve got to take care of yourself, I’m afraid.”

“Do I look terrible?” you murmured.

“Yes,” Fred said at once. “Absolutely horrible.”

You scowled at Fred. At the same time, you reached up to pat down your hair.

“You’re terrifically unkempt, uncivilized, and hag-like,” Fred reeled off, clearly having the time of his life.

“Fred!” you protested. “I am not!”

Fred laughed brightly. He leaned over and kissed your cheek. “‘Course you’re not. But you could be, you know.”

Still slightly sleepy, you looked up at Fred and mumbled, a bit carelessly, “And you’d still want me?”

Fred grinned at you. “All the more, love,” he promised. “All the more.”

*     *     *     *     *     *     *     *     *     *

Although once you’d come to your senses, you berated Fred about how he wouldn’t let you breathe, for Merlin’s sake, when he made love to you like an absolute fucking heath, for Merlin’s sake and how he had no right to put that stupid puppy bell on you, for Merlin’s sake (at which point, Fred inquired how many ‘sakes’ Merlin had), in fact, you caught yourself daydreaming about that particular love-making session quite often over the next few days. And that was what you were thinking about, all happy and lost in thought, when somebody in the vicinity cried out, ”SOMEBODY’S MESSED UP THE PAINTING OF SIR CADOGAN!”

Patricia reached over and poked you in the shoulder. “That’s you.”

“On it!” You leapt up from the library desk, where you were studying with Patricia, and you ran to the Divination corridor, where the painting of Sir Cadogan was located.

You could hear him before you could see him.

“Those no-good knaves! Why, what cowards! They tricked me, and dodged a proper duel, at which I most certainly would have bested them! Instead, they have committed the most terrible dishonor of treachery and in doing so – have dishonored me! Look at me! Look at my state!”

And you did. You gasped, for Sir Cadogan’s sword was now a cactus, and the spurs of his boots had been turned into large wheels, so that he couldn’t walk much more than a few steps without slipping. Behind him, his fat horse was now a fat unicorn.

“How did this happen?” you wondered.

“Paint, dear lady! I’ve been painted on! Desecrated! De-sanctified! Fouled by most unworthy hands!” 

“Who did this to you, Sir Cadogan?”

“Those devilish twin tornados - ”

“Say no more.” You dashed off.

“Wait, fair lady!” Sir Cadogan yelled after you. “Lady, could you at least turn my sword back? I don’t look very brave without it, you know, and I must at least appear brave. My entire reputation depends on - Madam? Madam!”

But you were gone.

*     *     *     *     *     *     *     *     *     *

You found Fred, George, and Lee in the second-floor girls’ bathroom, of all places. No one ever went up there, as it was where Moaning Myrtle resided. The three troublemakers – villains, you amended in your head -  were leaning over a bucket and pouring things into it.

“You reckon that’s enough of the feather bombs?”

“Yeah, anymore and she’ll be shot straight out of the castle.”

“She can take it.”

“I know she can, I’m worried about you, Fred.”

“Pft. You really think she’s stronger than me?”

“I know she is.”

You crept up on them and when you were directly behind them, you whispered discreetly, “Hm, yeah, she probably is…”

“Yeah, so we’ve got to calibrate it.”

“It shouldn’t be so much of the… Wait…”

Fred, George, and Lee all slowly turned towards you.

You said innocently, “What?”

“MERLIN, HOW LONG HAVE YOU BEEN THERE?” Lee shouted.

George elbowed Lee in the side and yelled, “Lee, you git, get your brains together!”

Fred shoved the bucket into George’s arms. Lee jumped in front of you and George sprinted out of the bathroom. You made to grab Lee, but Fred grabbed you first. And that was when you saw the splotchy paint spots on Fred’s hands.

Well, fine, you thought, you’re the one I want anyways, Fred Weasley.

You grabbed Fred back – and you kissed him fervently.

“Whoa,” Fred said, surprised, as his back hit the bathroom stall door behind him. “What’s gotten into you, love?”

“Hmm…” You cocked your head at him and smiled. “Let’s say… That you’ve grown on me. Ever since you took me like some crazed beast and put my own bell on me, I’ve been having some thoughts about you, Fred Weasley.”

Fred looked at you skeptically. “Thought you said you hated all that.”

“I did say that, but what’s a girl to do to hold onto her pride?” you said, blinking up at him.

Fred looked at you still more skeptically. “I know that’s the truth, but you’re not one to admit that. What’re you trying to get me to do, huh?”

You smiled. You leaned in and started to kiss Fred… He started to lean in, too, and that was when you whispered softly, “Only what you want to do, Fred. And everything you want to do.”

“Merlin,” Fred breathed out. He reached down and grabbed your waist and pulled you tight to him. “You really know how to drive me crazy, you know that?”

“Mm, I notice now and then,” you said conversationally.

You both shared a smile – and then Fred kissed you. You threw your arms around his shoulders happily.

Just then, Myrtle popped up out of the floor. “What do you think you’re doing in my lavatory? You know, you can’t just come in here and be all disgusting.”

“Pipe down, you,” Fred said to her. “You’re interrupting.”

“Me?” Myrtle said, flabbergasted. “I live here!”

“Fred,” you berated him. “Myrtle, we’re sorry. We’re leaving.” You grabbed Fred’s arm and pulled him out.

Once in the hallway, you kissed him again. Fred received you happily, but there were still warning bells going off in his head. She isn’t usually like this, and especially not in the hallways, where someone might see us.

“Hellcat,” Fred muttered, between kisses. “What are you up to?”

Your hands snuck up into Fred’s hair and you tugged at it a little as you whispered, “Oh, so you know, do you? Don’t tell me you’ve discovered your conscience.”

“Hardly,” Fred snorted. “It’s just that I can tell you’re trying to screw me over again.”

“Mm, fine,” you murmured, between more kisses. “Fred, tell me you weren’t up to something bad again. Tell me that bucket was just a Potions assignment.”

Hearing this, Fred relaxed, sure that it you found out about Sir Cadogan, you wouldn’t be asking about the bucket. “Uh, yeah, it was only Potions…” Fred agreed, and he caught your lips in his and kissed you back.

It quickly became quite heated between the two of you. You pressed Fred up against the wall. A soft “oof” left his lips as his back thudded against the wall. You followed him quickly, however, as you got up on tip-toe, grabbed his collar with both hands, and pulled him in for a deep kiss.

Fred moaned and bit your lower lip. “Mm, baby,” he moaned.

You gasped slightly, but then you leaned forward again and kissed Fred again, gently slipping your tongue into his mouth and tangling his tongue with yours.

“Mmm…” you moaned. Meanwhile, you were very gently rocking into Fred, and Fred was starting to get quite turned on for you.

“Love,” he whispered hurriedly, “It’s going to be very obvious what we’re up to pretty soon.”

Your eyes went wide. “Oh.”

“Uh, yeah,” Fred said. “What did you think was pressing into your leg?”

“I don’t know.” You paused, and then guessed thoughtfully, “A firework?”

Fred snorted.

“Well, come on then.” You grabbed his hand and pulled open the door to the nearest cupboard.

Fred looked at you, impressed. “I didn’t think you’d get used to cupboards so quickly, but you have. You’re not all prim and perfect, after all. Or maybe the last time we made love, I fucked you so good that you’re reconsidering your entire life. Made love to you so good you’ve now switched to becoming a heathen, just like me.” He gave himself a pat on the back as he said proudly, “I’m pretty damn good with the ol’ sex moves, eh? See what you can experience when you aren’t too busy being some power-crazy hellcat?”

Keep it together, you warned yourself in your head.

You smiled sweetly at Fred. “Well, all right, perhaps I’ve reconsidered my ways. Anything to have you, love.”

Fred frowned at this, sensing the false note in your voice. He stopped at the doorway to the cupboard. “What? That doesn’t sound like - ”

You pushed Fred into the cupboard and slammed the door shut. “Colloportus!” The door locked.

“Oi!” Fred shouted, yanking at the doorknob from the inside.

You threw yourself against the door in case the spell wore off. At the same time, you yelled loudly enough for the entire floor to hear you, “PROFESSOR MCGONAGALL! PROFESSOR FLITWICK! I’VE CAUGHT A DELINQUET!”

“TRAITOR!” Fred yelled at you through the door.

“Shut up!” you snapped. “And you think about all the disgusting things you said just now!”

“About what? About how I fucked you so go - ?”

Students were beginning to gather within earshot of you and Fred. You gasped. Panicking, you hollered again, loud enough to block out Fred’s incriminating statements, “PROFESSORS! QUICK, QUICK! COME GET THE HOOLIGAN! NOW, PLEASE!”

*     *     *     *     *     *     *     *     *     *

It was Professor Flitwick who found you first. With a sigh, you let go of the door. Fred came tumbling out, not having realized that you’d let go of the door on the other end.

“What’s this?” Flitwick asked you.

“Weasley’s gone and marked up Sir Cadogan’s painting, sir,” you said, pointing stolidly at Fred’s hands, all covered with the same black and green paint that was currently all over Sir Cagodan’s painting.

Fred’s mouth fell open. “What, you knew?”

Above you, Sir Cadogan, who had somehow managed to get onto his unicorn and ride his way over to you, yelled loudly, “Well done, madam! A well-played hand!” Sir Cadogan brandished his cactus in the air, but the weight of it was too much for him, and he promptly fell off of his unicorn.

*     *     *     *     *     *     *     *     *     *

You hummed as you marked a second ‘O’ on the tic tac toe board.

Fred wasn’t here in your bedroom tonight, but you figured it was because he had detention with Flitwick tonight.

You put away your notepad and gathered your schoolbooks. You were headed to dinner, where you were planning on studying with Kenneth tonight.

Still humming, you opened your door to leave your room when – “Ack!” A goopy mess of clear glue was dumped directly onto your head. What was more, four or five small ‘feather bombs’ fell from above your door and landed at your feet. As soon as each sphere hit the ground, it exploded and sent a burst of feathers raining down on you. The so-called ‘bombs’ obviously didn’t hurt you at all, but the small explosions still scared the crap out of you as they went off all around, one after another. Shrieking, you tried to jump away from one of the bombs, when you slipped on the gooey mess at your feet. You gasped as a load of pink feathers cascaded down your face and body. Then, another bomb went off, and you fell backwards on your butt and was immediately showered with blue feathers. The last bomb went off right in front of you. You screeched and threw your arms over your head – and green feathers rained all over.  Then, the last ‘bomb’ – a thinner one, wrapped in pink paper – suddenly went off. Through the tiny gap in your arms, you saw a burst of bright pink sparkles appear and form the words “U R POO” – and then disappear.

Breathing heavily, you slowly dropped your arms and looked up at the top of your door. There, swinging from the lantern just above you, were two things – a bucket swinging merrily from a rope, and a sign that said, “Alas the Crocodile has devolved into a Canary.”

Just then, the loudest cacophony of laughter rang through the halls.

“HA, HA, HA, DIDJA SEE THAT?”

“I’ve never seen her so out of sorts!”

“Quick, take a picture! We can use it to market the Canary Creams!”

“She tried to grab thin air!”

“Squealed like a pig!”

“HA, HA, HA!”

Fuming, you stood up to see Fred, George, and Lee all laughing fit to burst at the end of the hallway. The one laughing most hideously was, of course, Fred.

“You – You – You buffoons!” you shouted. When you yelled, however, a puff of feathers flew from your face – and the boys descended into maniacal laughter again.

It was an absolute stroke of luck that Professor Flitwick was on his way to dinner and happened to pass by in the adjacent hall. And it was only because Fred was laughing so hard that he was literally rolling on the floor, in and out of the connected hallways, that Flitwick spotted him.

As it were, you were just as dumbstruck as the boys when Flitwick suddenly shouted out, in his reedy, little voice, “Boys! Again?

All four of you flinched and then you stared in amazement as Flitwick appeared. When Flitwick saw you, he gasped. “Merlin’s beard, who is that?”

“Wha - ? Professor Flitwick, don’t you know me?” you said, astonished that he couldn’t even recognize you when you were a prefect and standing in front of your own room, labeled, ‘prefect.’

“Oh!” Flitwick paused. Then, his eyes sparkled with suppressed merriment as he said, “Ah – I see. Well, I’ve never seen you with so much as a hair out of place and this – this… Well, perhaps I better not say. In any case, Weasleys, Jordan, with me.”

*     *     *     *     *     *     *     *     *     *

Later that evening, a folded-up piece of paper came zooming in the Weasleys’ and Jordan’s room.

George caught it and opened it. “Huh?” He held up the paper for Fred and Lee to see. “Does this mean anything to us?”

Fred looked at it. It was the tic-tac-toe board, with three ‘O’s in a row. At the bottom, someone had scrawled, Told you you should have blocked my line. Anyway, this Saturday – study date. Don't be late. Love, Alligator.

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Joke's On You 19

When Fred Weasley carelessly bumps into you into the hallway, you decide to take him a notch down; not by berating him, but by showing him up at his own game of using your charm and intellect to get what you want. And it’s fine if the end result doesn’t leave everyone quite satisfied - in fact, that’s what you want…

[Fred Weasley x Reader.] [Warning: Story Contains Explicit Smut.] [Warning: Non-Consent.] [Warning: Manipulation.] [Warning: Humiliation.] [Warning: Light Bondage.]

Note: *The smut isn't very strong in this one, but the humiliation aspect is played up a little. Please take care of yourself and do not read if it will upset you in any way.

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You were the very picture of calm as you waltzed in through Fred’s door later that evening. You were holding a letter in one hand, and a stack of papers in your other arm as you came in. As George and Lee were out (for they took every advantage to set up pranks while you were distracted with Fred), you immediately made yourself at home in Fred’s bed – though you had to take a moment to straighten out the sheets and fluff up the pillows – and began rifling through your papers.

Fred studied you closely. There was a small bandage taped to your cheek. Fred wondered if that bandage was there for the reason he guessed it was… But she seems entirely too calm. Hm. There was a long beat of silence between the two of you, until Fred finally tossed an old Chocolate Frog wrapper at you.

“What’re you up to?”

You held up the store catalogue that you were looking through. It was from Madam Malkin’s shop, Robes for All Occasions.

Fred peered at the page you were on – and wrinkled his nose. “Is that your idea of an upgraded ‘mistress’ costume? ‘Cause I have to say, it’s a bit too formal to turn me on, love.”

You snorted. “You wish, Fred Weasley. This is for my internship interview.”

“Internship? Internship where?”

“With the Wizengamot.”

 “Oh. Those prats.”

“Have some respect. Doesn’t your father work for the Ministry?”

“Yeah, but he works in the Muggle Things office.” Leaning back in his chair and roughing up the back of his hair, Fred explained, “They’re all a bit funny, but they aren’t prats.”

You wrinkled your nose. “The what office?”

Fred shrugged. “I forget the actual name. But my point is that the Wizengamot is where all the prats are at. It’s just one giant gathering of prats.”

“Will you stop using that word?”

“Prat?” Fred pondered. “What’s wrong with that word? Prat… prat, prat, prat.”

You stopped perusing the magazine to shoot Fred a hard look.

Willfully oblivious to your glare, Fred went on, “Besides, you have to wear that hideous black cloak over all of your clothing, so what’s the point of dressing so formally?”

In fact, you had often wondered this yourself. But you were hardly going to admit this to Fred. You said stoutly, “Because it’s a symbol of how seriously you take the position.”

Fred chortled. “So, if you were naked under the Wizengamot robes, you’d just be having a laugh, is that it? In that case, I bet Fudge is butt naked under his robes, because he can’t even take Voldemort seriously, can he?”

You decided to ignore Fred, but he carried on, “Merlin, imagine this: Fudge grandly opens the door of the Wizengamot chamber – but oh no, the wind’s lifted his robes and the truth is out – our Minister is as naked as a stripped chicken – Hey!” Fred suddenly cried out as you, having reached your limit of how much of this nonsense you could take, abruptly picked up your magazine and threw it at him. Fred quickly ducked, and your magazine flopped sadly onto the floor behind him.

Meanwhile, you shouted, “I don’twant to imagine such a thing! And I do not need that image in my head as I go into this interview!”

Fred laughed heartily. “Good, so you won’t join the prats, then.”

You groaned and buried your head into your arms.

Fred got up from his chair and came over onto the bed. He tried to slide onto the bed, next to you, but you, while keeping your head down in your arms, refused to move.

Finally, Fred elbowed you and grunted, “Oi, shove aside.”

“Go back to your desk,” you muttered, annoyed. “You’re not wanted here.”

Fred shoved at you harder, pushing his shoulder into yours. “It’s my bed, you crocodile.”

With a sigh, you fidgeted over to make room for Fred. Pulling your wand out of your jacket, you pointed it at the magazine. “Accio.” It flew back to you. You spread it down neatly on the bed and began to flip through it once more.

Fred watched you. He stared at the bandage on your cheek again. He suddenly blurted out, “What if I told you there’s an organization better than the Ministry?”

You replied dryly, “Being a prankster’s assistant is not better than being a member of the Wizengamot.”

“It so is,” Fred replied. “But that’s not what I was talking about.”

“What were you talking about, then?”

Fred chewed on his lower lip. “Well… Say there was an organization that fought against all of this pureblood nonsense and Muggle prejudice directly. An organization that didn’t have to deal with all of stupid denial that Fudge is putting out at the Ministry. Would you join?”

You looked up at Fred. “Is there an organization like that?”

“I dunno,” Fred said quickly. “But I was just saying, if there was, would you join that organization instead of the Ministry?”

“Hm…” You turned over onto your back as you thought through what Fred was saying.

Fred watched you, strangely tense, as if your answer was singularly important to him.

“No,” you decided. “I would still want to join the Ministry.”

Fred blinked. Then, his gaze quickly dropped away from you. 

Stretching your hands out towards the ceiling, you explained, “Because the problem is that the Ministry of Magic is seen as the legitimate wizarding body, so no matter how many rogue groups appear – and they should appear – they still wouldn’t address the issue that Muggle-borns are not adequately represented within our ruling body. How can we vote to restrict the rights of Muggle-borns and call that fair, when there are no Muggle-borns on the Wizengamot? How can we judge the experiences of Muggle-borns and decide whether they are magical or not – although they are, by definition – when there are no Muggle-borns on the panel? It doesn’t make any sense. And I know that having just a few Muggle-borns join the ranks won’t solve the problem at all. But still, it has to start somewhere, doesn’t it?”

While you were speaking, Fred’s gaze had slowly but surely found its way back to you. He looked up at your hands, reaching towards the sky, and then traced your lovely arms back to your bright, intelligent face. He let out a quiet sigh, so quiet that you didn’t hear it, before he said, quite simply, “Yeah, s’pse so.”

You picked up the magazine and began rifling through the last few pages. Coming across the menswear pages, you observed, “It’s a shame you aren’t more refined, Fred. Then maybe I really could call you ‘sir.’”

“You just wait, love,” Fred assured you. “Once I have a bit of money to spend, I’m definitely gonna be worthy of the name ‘sir’. I’ll look so good, I’ll blow your socks off.”

“If you look so good, shouldn’t I be blowing you?” you murmured, very casually.

Fred paused. “Well – Well - ”

You pretended as if you hadn’t said anything at all, but out of the corner of your eye, you saw Fred suddenly twitch, and you barely held back a smirk.

“Worthy of the name ‘sir’? Really?” you continued, letting your skepticism bleed into your voice. “What would you wear? Something like this?” You pointed to an image in the magazine, of a sharp-looking pair of black and silver wizard robes.

Fred scoffed. “Are you kidding me? That’s for pillocks.”

“I think it looks rather dashing.”

“That’s because you’ve got no imagination, love,” Fred said, shaking his head at you. “No, I’d wear something like – Hold on, I’ll show you.” He slid off of the bed and walked over to his desk. He pulled out a catalogue, which he had marked with a chocolate frog card, and then brought it back over to show you. Confidently putting his finger down on his preferred outfit, he announced, “Feast your eyes! I’d wear something like this.”

You looked down to where he was pointing so proudly.

“Fred, this is absolutely horrendous.”

“What!?”

“This is – Crimson dragon skin? Oh, Merlin. Could you be any more unrefined? Why don’t you just Stupefy an Erumpent and wear it around your shoulders? It would be less obvious.”

Fred flared up indignantly. “Excuse me for having a sense of fashion that’s not based entirely around having a stick up my ass!”

“You are so dramatic.” You rolled your eyes. “Listen to me. Crimson? Against your ginger hair? It’ll clash. And dragon skin? That just screams ‘needy’ and ‘flashy.’” You paused. “Wait, on second thought, that’s perfect for you.”

Fred growled, “You take that back.”

“Then you agree that these are ill-fitting on you?”

“No!”

“Oh, so you agree that you’re needy and flashy?”

“No – Wait, what?” Fred said, confused.

You tried to maintain your serious composure, but your giggle slipped through as you teased him, “You can’t have it both ways, Fred. You know what that means, right? You’ll never be a ‘sir.’”

Fred exhaled sharply. He snatched the catalogue back from you. “I was being serious!”

You laughed. Reaching over, you patted his shoulder. “Oh, Fred… I’m sorry, but it’s impossible not to tease you when you bring out suggestions like that and act all serious about it.”

“I’m not acting, I am serious about it,” Fred protested, looking away from you in a rather annoyed manner. “You just wait and see.”

“All right,” you said pleasantly. “I’ll wait and see.”

Fred paused. Still holding the catalogue in one hand, he swiveled his head around to look at you. “You will?”

You nodded earnestly.

At this, Fred slowly melted. He reached out with one hand and stroked your hair as he murmured,  “Well, I dunno why the hell you’d want to be in a group of prats, when you’re a special prat, and you’re better than all of ‘em, but if you really want this… I hope you get to join and work for chicken-butt Fudge.”

You smiled wanly at this heart-felt encouragement. “Thanks, Fred. Thanks very much.”

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It looked as though you were all done for the evening, as if you were getting all ready to leave Fred’s dormitory and head down to dinner, when  -

“Ah, that’s right. I nearly forgot.” You whirled around and, lifting your wand, shouted, “Incarcerous!”

Black ropes appeared out of thin air and wrapped themselves all around Fred. Fred, who had been standing beside his desk and putting away the catalogue, yelped as he suddenly found himself all wrapped up. He instinctively stumbled backwards, but he tripped and started to fall over.

You leapt forward and grabbed him, but instead of helping him stay upright, you lowered him to the ground. Then, while Fred was shouting indignities at you, you very slowly stepped over Fred and then sat on him, until your knees were tucked tightly against either side of his hips.

“What’re you playing at?” Fred yelled hotly.

You stared at Fred for a moment.

“Let me go!” Fred protested. “This isn’t your stupid sex dungeon, it’s my room!”

“Same thing,” you said dismissively. Then, you cocked your head, studying Fred for a second longer. “Hm.”

“What, you maniac?” Fred said angrily.

You decided, “Right, I prefer pink.” You tapped your wand against the ropes crossing Fred’s chest and the black ropes instantly turned pink.

You smiled. “Much better.” Then, you reached into your pocket and pulled out a long pink ribbon, with a little silver bell on it.

“The hell is that?” Fred cried out, already fearing the worst.

“My gift for you,” you said innocently. “Don’t you like it?” You swung the ribbon, and the bell let out a little tinkle sound.

“Why in the world would I ever - ?” Fred began.

But you’d already leaned forward to loop the ribbon around his neck.

When Fred cursed at you and then tried to bite you, you said sternly, “Down, puppy,” and gently swatted his cheek.

“Wha - ? Wha - ? Puppy?” Fred sputtered indignantly.

“Yes, and there’s your leash,” you said lovingly, as you tied the ribbon prettily, so that the bell hung at Fred’s neck. Once tied, you patted the bell, and when it rang, you let out a loud sigh of happiness and you sank down further onto Fred’s chest. In fact, you even blushed with pleasure for Fred looked so cute wearing his little leash.

“Mm, you’re really so pretty, Fred,” you whispered, looking down at him with adoring eyes. “Ropes and ribbons… Yes, I want to cover you with ropes and ribbons…” You leaned down and bit at Fred’s neck. “Mmm… You’d be all mine.”

“Wha…?” Fred repeated mindlessly, gaping at you like a fish.

“Hah…” You let out the softest little laugh as you breathed your mouth against his neck. “Little puppy, all dressed up with nowhere to go… But you can perform for me.” You sat back up and said, with a tight smirk on your lips, “Maybe I’ll throw you a few treats if you play nicely.”

At a loss for words, Fred turned bright pink.

Then, crossing your arms across your chest, you looked down at Fred. The playfulness suddenly disappeared from your demeanor as you said, rather seriously, “Surely you know why I’ve done this to you.”

Fred replied irately, “Do I ever?”

You reached up and ripped the bandage off of your face. “Get rid of it.”

“Ah.” All of Fred’s anger melted away at once, for Fred grinned brightly when he saw the heart stamped onto your face. “So you weren’t quick enough to avoid my punch of love, eh?”

Your eyes smoldered with a silent, but building fury. “I said, get rid of it.”

A wicked glint shimmered in Fred’s eyes as he chirped, “Nah, I’d rather not. It suits you.”

What had happened, of course, was that Fred’s little “gift,” which he had given you after your love-making session in the classroom wardrobe, had actually been a prank. Inside the little box, you’d found a tiny telescope. You’d curiously extended it and then put it up to your eye, at which point a tiny punching hand had popped out. You’d been quick enough to start to dodge it, but the hand still got you in the face, right on your cheek, so that your cheek was now stamped with a tiny ink heart. Worse still, no Spell or Potion could get rid of the heart imprint, and you’d had to resort to covering it up with a bandage as you went about your day, attending classes and conducting prefect duties.

“Fred,” you whispered, not letting your voice betray even a hint of your impatience, “I’m about two seconds away from making you bend over for me to spank you until you cry like a baby.”

Fred scoffed.

Your eyes narrowed. “You pretend like it’s a ridiculous thought, but both you and I know that you would do it.”

“Not in a million years,” Fred replied flatly. “And not when you look so ridiculous, you heart monster.”

Your nostrils flared for a second, but you managed to control yourself. “Fine,” you said matter-of-factly. “Then, I’ll leave you here, tied up in your bedroom with your little puppy bell on, and leave your bedroom door open for all to see.”

“You’re such a sadist,” Fred muttered. “If you want me to take the heart off of you, shouldn’t you be trying to get on my good side? Why are you threatening me?”

Your eyes went wide. “I’m threatening you?” You shifted forward and then sank your nails into Fred’s chest so abruptly that he gasped a little. “When?” you whispered. “When have I ever threatened you?”

“Now,” Fred said dryly, despite the fact that he was wincing slightly as he felt you drag your fingernails down his chest. Even though he had his shirt on, he could feel the fabric being dragged by your fingers. “Right now. You want me to embarrass myself in front of the whole world.”

“But you’d enjoy it,” you pointed out, padding your hands against his chest. “I mean, isn’t that what you do with your pranks – display how embarrassingly immature you are to the whole world?”

“You’re mad that I got one up on you,” Fred said knowingly. “I’m pulling off all of my pranks. I got to make the first move in your stupid little board game. I got you to sign off on my detention sheet. And now you fall prey to my punching prank. You can’t stand that I’m winning at your stupid little games. That what’s going on, isn’t it?”

Ignoring him, you murmured lovingly, “Don’t lie, Fred. You’d love to be all laid out like that, for everyone to see just what a cute puppy you can be for me.” As you spoke, you began to move your hips a little, rubbing yourself gently against Fred. At the same time, you began to hum softly. “Mm…”

Fred corrected you, “First of all, I’m not a damn puppy. Second of all - No, I wouldn’t love that. I think you’d love other people to see that.”

“Oh, no,” you said, and your voice suddenly became a tad more serious. “I would never want anyone else to see how vulnerable you get for me. That’s for my eyes only, Freddie.”

Fred paused. “Well then, why - ?”

Leaning over him, you kissed his cheek (and gave his neck another bite, hard enough to make him suddenly cut off) before you murmured, “Enough talk. What’ll it be, Freddie?”

“Huh?” Fred said, confused.

“Choose,” you ordered, while sucking on his neck. Your voice came out slightly muffled, as you said, “And choose wisely.” You’d only just given him your order when you grabbed the collar of his shirt and started to properly grind your hips against him.

“What – What’re you doing?” Fred suddenly stuttered out.

You felt his stomach tense beneath you. You smiled as you hid your face against his neck. “Nothing. Now tell me, what will it be, hm?”

“Well, Merlin, at least give me a chance to t-think straight,” Fred muttered, only to moan a second little as he felt you move on top of him.

You leaned down and sucked on his neck. “Mmm,” you moaned, more loudly now. Then, you confessed breathily, “You know, Fred, I couldn’t stop thinking about you in class. I reckon I even came a little in class, just from replaying our little session in the cupboard moments before I walked into class. You left me a right mess, baby, and I was having a hard time holding back in class. I wanted to touch myself to the thought of you, but I couldn’t, and it was so, so frustrating.”

“Fuck,” Fred breathed out softly. “Baby, get rid of the ropes so I can touch you. I’ll give you what you want right now.”

“No,” you whispered back, though you kept your voice quite soft. “Because that was before you betrayed me and pulled this stupid prank on me.”

Fred let out an impatient huff. “It was just a little prank. Come on.”

“No.”

“Why not?”

“I told you. It’s because I hate your stupid punching telescope.” As you gave your explanation, you let your hands roam his chest before you began to slowly drag your hands down his body, all the way down to his waist and then lower… lower… “Such a shame,” you whispered. “I really wanted you again.”

Fred moaned again, more loudly this time. “Forget about the telescope,” said, half-ordering you and half-pleading with you.

You shook your head softly at him as you gathered your hands just above his cock. “Can’t, Fred,” you said, sounding completely heartbroken. “I can’t just forget about that.”

“You c-can,” Fred stuttered out bravely. “Besides, it’s cute! And I thought you like hearts! It was a gift from me, your boyfriend.”

Yes, but I don’t want one punched on my face! you thought. And you made me feel stupid. When I opened the box from you, I thought there’d be something else in it. Maybe a piece of jewelry or… or my button back… Something cute or heartfelt. But all I got was a ridiculous punch to the face!

You replied, “Well, but a good boyfriend wouldn’t pretend to give his girlfriend a gift that punched her in the face and left an un-erasable mark.”

“It is erasable,” Fred protested. He was now straining against the ropes, trying very hard to be able to touch you, to have you again…

Ah, there we go, you thought, ignoring Fred’s efforts to touch you. I knew it would be. It’s just that ordinary erasing spells and potions won’t work. He’s created a singular ink with a singular corresponding eraser. I bet that’s why he asked me about creating permanent ink the other day. I can’t believe I helped him make this ridiculous product!

You watched Fred carefully as you murmured lightly, “Oh, is it?”

“Duh,” Fred replied. “It’s not a joke if you can’t get it off at all, moron.”

Just then, you pushed your hips against Fred hard. Fred let out a whimper. His hands twitched, as he meant to grab your hips, but his arms were still tied down against his body.

“Ah…” he breathed out.

 “But I could get this mark off, then?” you whispered gently, trying not to tip your hand too much. You were close, you could feel that you were. “There’s a Potion, isn’t there, Fred?”

At that moment, Fred glimpsed down.

“I see.” You reached behind you and put your hand on his cock, through his jeans. Got you, you thought victoriously, but you remained calm, playing your part ever so slowly to make sure that Fred would be off his guard at the most important part.

Fred groaned, feeling your sweet hands grasping so needily at his cock through his pants. “Yes, baby…”

“Mm, Fred,” you moaned, biting your lower lip. Your hands slipped messily over the front of his pants as you started to palm his cock. “We just can’t seem to get enough of each other today, huh?”

“Fuck,” Fred breathed out. “You really want more?”

You let your blush as you nodded softly, almost sleepily. “Yeah,” you whimpered.

Oh fuck, she’s getting all soft on top of me, Fred thought. He swallowed hard. I love it when she gets all dreamy like this. Godric, I wanna touch her…

“Well,” Fred told you, “I wouldn’t say no to making love to you again. I’d never say no to that.” He pushed against his ropes again, trying to free himself.

Finding himself still tied down, Fred implored, “Baby, if you want me, you should free - ”

You suddenly cut him off. “Yeah,” you moaned. “Want – Want you…! Mmm!” You rolled your hips around once – in a perfect, mesmerizing circle, as you sat on top of Fred. You let your panties just catch against his belt buckle as you moved your hips.

Fred jolted slightly and his mouth fell open. “Uhn,” he moaned back, shaking his head out of want for you. “Gods, you look so good right now. I bet you’re wet, bet you’re all fucking wet for me.”

You nodded, confirming that you were.

Fred breathed out harshly. “Let me see your pussy.”

You palmed his cock harder, but you also shook your head.

“Uh!” Fred let out a short, tight whimper, before he blurted out, “D-Don’t shake your head at me. Just – Just lemme see your pussy, baby. Please…”

“No, it’s your turn to show me,” you whispered alluringly, pushing your hand greedily against his cock now. “Fred, sweetheart, get hard for me again. Want your cock in me. Want your cock all inside of my tight little pussy. You can get hard for me again, can’t you?”

Fred moaned, and then his moan curved into a hard, needy whine. That was when you let your hand just slip off of Fred and onto his pocket, and – there it is! You took your hand off of his cock and plunged it into his pocket. You quickly pulled out a few sweets, all of which you pocketed.

“Where is it?” you growled, entirely breaking out of your sweet, dreamy voice. “Where?”

“Oi!” Fred shouted.

You chucked away a handkerchief, a Chocolate Frog card, and a tiny coin featured some Quidditch Beater on it. Then – “Aha!” Finally, you pulled out a small tin circle. It was labelled, “Anti-Bruise Ointment.”

“Got it,” you sang, holding it up so that it glimmered in the lamplight.  

“You thief!” Fred cried out. “Give that back!”

You smirked. “Thought you’d have this on you.” Then, leaning forward, you shoved your breasts against Fred’s face as you reached over and dragged Fred’s chair over. You brought the chair over until it was just beside Fred’s head. Reaching down, you quickly stretched out a bit of the rope around Fred’s shoulders and tied it around one of the chair legs, effectively pinning Fred to the ground.

Fred protested, “What d’you think you’re doing? You think you’re going to get away with this? Oi! Stop ignoring me!”

You reached into your pocket and pulled out one of the sweets – a Chocolate Frog. You ripped open the package and then pushed the Frog gently but firmly into Fred’s mouth.

“Mmpfh!” Fred let out a muffled cry.

“You like them, don’t you?” you said innocently.

Fred let out some garbled words, one of which sounded like a muffled version of “demon.”

“Oh, it’s a bit too much chocolate for your cute mouth, isn’t it?” you murmured. “I forgot about your little puppy mouth, Fred. My bad.” You leaned over, and putting both of your hands down solidly on Fred’s chest, you gave Fred a kiss before you gently bit off half of the frog into your own mouth.

Then, you reached down and, with your forefinger, gently pushed the rest of the Frog into Fred’s mouth. You instructed, “Chew.”

Fred tried to talk back, but he couldn’t with the chocolate in his mouth. It was beginning to melt in his mouth, and he figured that the fastest way he could get to insulting you was to just eat the damn Frog. He finally started to chew the chocolate.

You smiled. “Very good.” Meanwhile, you started chewing on your half of the Chocolate Frog. 

“Mm,” you let out a sigh of content as you enjoyed the Chocolate Frog. You were still sitting on top of Fred, and, as you took your time eating the chocolate, you reached down and gently tucked away your skirt, strip by strip, into the waistband. You stared down at Fred all the while, saying with your eyes, Remember this? Remember how I didn’t let you have me, didn’t let you even touch me? And now you know that I still have that power. Silly Freddie.

Then, right after you swallowed the chocolate, you reached down and pushed your fingers against your panties, right over your pussy. “Mm, so sweet,” you whispered, while staring down at Fred through half-lidded eyes. The innuendo was clear enough, and Fred whimpered.

“Gods, I’m so wet,” you breathed out. “I want a thick, hard cock to sit on. I need to be filled.”

Fred blinked feverishly. His cock was throbbing so hard right now, and he couldn’t believe that you were doing this to him.

“I keep thinking about how well you fill me up, Fred,” you whispered. “To tell you the truth, I dream all the time about you cumming in me. And I wake up all wet, and I’m moaning your name before I’m even properly awake. Did you know that, Fred?”

Fred’s mouth fell open slightly, and the bell around his neck let out a light tinkling sound.

You giggled. Reaching down, you put your hand on his face, slotting your palm under his chin and squeezing his cheeks and jaw slightly, you whispered, “If you’re done chewing, now swallow.”

Fred stared up at you with wide eyes. He couldn’t quite believe the situation you had him in, but he also couldn’t quite believe what you were telling him – about how you might dream about him, about how his name was the first thing that spilled from your lips every morning.

Your eyes glittered, and you squeezed Fred’s sides with your thighs, as you repeated softly, “Swallow.”

Fred swallowed.

“Good,” you cooed softly. “You’re so good, Fred.” You leaned down and kissed him. As you pulled away, you noted, with a charming and pleased smile, “Mm, I can see why you like Chocolate Frogs so much.”

Fred was breathing quick hard. He seemed to have entirely forgotten about the telescope as he whispered, in quite hurried tones, “You really dream – about me?”

You laughed lightly. “Oh, poor puppy… Don’t believe everything you hear.”

Fred blinked – and then he scowled. “You lied?”

Patting his chest consolingly, you whispered, “Well, I do dream about you. But mostly I’m spanking you and you’re all pink – kind-of like right now – and I’m having loads of fun teasing you. But see, I don’t need to dream about that anymore, because I’m nearly living it, aren’t I? I mean, take right now, for instance. I could go one step further and make you cry right now, Fred. It’d be so easy. I’d make myself cum right in front of you – and then not let you taste me. How’s that?”

Fred groaned, both at his frustration that you’d tricked him once again and at his frustration that you were putting that irresistible image of yourself into his head.

You let out a false sigh. “Looks like it’s best for your stupid little heart if I leave you alone. Yes, I’ll let you live. This time.” With that, you got up from the floor.

As your steady warmth suddenly disappeared, Fred blinked awake. He became rather abruptly and rudely aware of his unfavorable situation. “Wait!” he blurted out. “You’re not really gonna leave me like this?”

You fluffed your skirt back out neatly and then went to collect your magazine and papers.

Hearing the shuffling of papers, Fred realized that you really might leave him all tied up like this. “Oi, you come back here! This is – This is kidnapping!”

You replied in a bored voice, “Is it? You’re in your own room, though.”

“I’m not going to let you get away with this!”

You walked back over to Fred and then yawned in front of him, politely putting your hand before your mouth.

“When you wake up a bald toad tomorrow, you just remember what you did today – Ah!” Fred suddenly cut off, as you had put your foot on Fred’s cock and began to rub him through his pants again.

“A-Ah!” Fred bleated out pitifully.

You pretended to be surprised. “Oh, were you still thrashing about down there? Oops, I didn’t mean to step on you.” As you emphasized the word ‘step,’ you pushed you foot down against his cock even harder.

“Hah… Ah!” Fred panted, and he blinked hard up at you.

Finally looking down at Fred, you smiled at him. “Lost for words, I see. You know, I think you like being tied up. I’ve never felt you quite this hard.” You pushed your foot against his cock again.

Fred gasped. “D-Don’t! I’m s-sensitive!”

You grinned. “Oh, I know.” You took your foot away. “Well, good luck getting out of your ropes in time. But not to worry, you’ve got a – uh – nice tent here to camp under.” You laughed sweetly. “Bye, bye, Fred.” 

Leaving Fred’s room, you kicked the door wide open, and you triumphantly skipped down the staircase of the boys’ dormitory.

When you got to the common room, you stopped in the middle of the room. You counted to ten. That should be enough time for Fred – but only just. You cupped your hands around your mouth, and announced brightly, “Hey! Rumor has it there’s a member of the Weird Sisters in the boys’ dormitory right now! Special guest of Dumbledore!”

A murmur ran through the crowd, and many of the female students jumped to their feet, for the Weird Sisters were one of the most famous wizarding bands in the world, and despite their name, all eight members were male.

“Apparently, he’s going around topless and open to giving autogr – Whoa!” You were properly spun around by the sheer force of the stampede of students racing up the stairs to the boys’ dormitory.

Laughing merrily, you left the common room, sure that Fred would get himself out, but hoping that he’d hear the stampede of people charging up the stairs just before he succeeded. 

*     *     *     *     *     *     *     *     *     *

That evening, Fred came to your room to let his grievances be known.

“I would have given the ointment to you eventually, you impatient ass!”

“That rumor about the Weird Sisters? What are you, crazy? Someone could’ve really seen me, you maniac!”

“Don’t you know how to have a civil conversation? Huh? Or does your puny, primitive brain only ever work in battle mode because you’re a stupid, musty, bitter, old crocodile!?”

“I’m not a puppy! And stop – stop messing with my head by making me all crazy for you and luring me into your stupid traps!”

“Just to be clear, I didn’t enjoy the ropes! Why would I enjoy being tied up by a loon with pink ropes? I was only hard because – because you looked so damn pretty sitting on top of me like that – Aargh, that’s not the point!”

“You don’t get to mark up my chest for another week, you crazy hellcat! There, that’s your punishment!”

And he ended with his extremely eloquent insult of, “You’re a – You’re a downright hag!”

You paused. “That’s a new one.”

Fred retorted furiously, “I can come up with plenty others right now!”

You smiled at this. “I’m sure you could. Oh, and by the way, Fred, it’s my move.”

Fred paused. “What?”

“I helped McGonagall catch you, remember? And that - ” You pulled out the tic-tac-toe board and decidedly drew an ‘O’ on it. – “Makes it my move.”

Fred stared at you angrily for a second. Then, he flopped over on your bed in defeat. “You’re such a… a witch,” he mumbled in a muffled voice, burying his face against your pillows. “Always tricking me, always getting your stupid way…”

You reminded him, “It’s like I said, Fred, you might win the battle, but I will win the war.”

Fred turned his face just enough to look at you with one eye. “You, my mistress?”

Knowing what he wanted to hear, you softened. Smiling, you slid into bed beside him and hugged him as you confirmed, “No, Fred. Me, your girlfriend.”

Fred was still for a minute. But then, he wrapped your arms around you and brought you in to kiss the top of your head.

You smiled and leaned into him. “And Fred?”

“What?”

“All that stuff I said about dreaming about you…”

“Your stupid lies,” Fred sighed knowingly. “Can’t believe I fell for them.”

“No, no,” you said honestly. “They weren’t lies. I did say those things in the moment to confuse you, but they’re all true.”

“Stop it,” Fred groaned, even as his arm tightened around you. “You have the ointment, you’ve made me a mess – haven’t you created enough chaos for one day?”

“But it’s true,” you insisted.

“Shush, you,” Fred insisted right back.

“Well, fine,” you said, shrugging. “But I meant what I said.”

“Okay, well, which dreams are true?” Fred questioned. “The ones where you spank me? Or the ones where I’m cumming in you?”

“All. And then there’s a third kind-of dream. It’s my favorite dream, to be honest. It makes me feel all warm for the entire day when I have it.”

“And what are those dreams about?” Fred asked you skeptically, waiting for the punchline. “Better not be about feeding me to a crocodile.”

You smiled, amused. “That’s a good one, Fred. But no…” You gazed up at him steadily as you confessed, “You’re setting off a bunch of fireworks, and they’re all glittery pink hearts and they’re so brilliant and bright, exploding all over the sky. There’s a crowd of people clapping. I’m not among them, but I’m watching you, too. I’m so happy. I’m happier than I ever thought I could be. And so are you.”

Fred stared back at you, suddenly completely disarmed. What… What’s that supposed to mean? What is she saying to me?

You laughed softly at his bewildered face. But it wasn’t a condescending laugh at all – it was a laugh that plainly showed how much you loved Fred. You reached up and gently pushed Fred’s hair away from his face. Then, you lay down against Fred’s chest and melted into him, even more in love with him than you’d ever been.

Knowing that Fred was feeling secure again, you teased him gently, “And sure, you’ve got a little ribbon on, and a cute little bell going ring, ring ring, but what’s a little bell to the ego when you’re the grandmaster of pyrotechnics?” Your voice fell into a soft, lulling tone as you went on.

Fred wondered, “What in the world are you babbling about now?”

You fell silent, with a soft smile on your lips. A life together, you thought. That’s what I dream about most often, Fred.

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Foxtail & Wolfsbane 44

Summary: Your lifelong obsession to hunt down the Nine-Tailed Fox has not gone as expected, and seventeen years later, you find yourself coming back to the place where it all started: Hogwarts. However, with Sirius Black’s escape from Azkaban and Headmaster Dumbledore’s hire of a certain Professor R. J. Lupin, you suddenly find yourself intertwined in the fates of those with whom you thought you had parted ways with long ago.

[Multi-Post Story] [Rowan Scamander x Reader] [Remus Lupin x Reader] [Young Sirius Black x Reader] [Tristan Graves x Reader] [Severus Snape x Reader] *Note: Rowan Scamander, Tristan Graves, Susana Holmes, Cas Carneirus, Henrietta Weiss, Thomas Picquery, and Magdalene Clarke are OC characters.

[Warning: Story Contains Explicit Smut.]

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You and Remus returned to Grimmauld Place. Things were hectic for a while as the Order prepared for Harry’s hearing after his use of the Patronus Charm at Privet Drive.

Once the hearing passed and it was decided that Harry was allowed to return to Hogwarts, Remus reminded you of your promise to go see your mother (a stupid “credibility check,” as you called it) and he asked, in a somewhat embarrassed voice, if he might be allowed to tag along “to fix the horrendous impression that he’d given to your mother so far.”

“You don’t have to prove anything to her, Remus,” you assured him, but you were fine with him coming along with you, as long as he would not take to heart any harsh things your mother might say to him.

You and Remus had this discussion in the kitchen of Grimmauld Place, and Sirius was there and heard all of it. When you returned to your room to go “at least look at some job openings,” Sirius turned to Remus. “Look at you. She’s got you meeting the mother-in-law already, huh?”

Remus replied, “No, it was my request to go and see her.”

Sirius chortled. “What a puppy.”

Remus blinked. “I’m a what?”

Sirius nodded at the doorway, which you’d just exited through. “A puppy. For her.”

Remus replied, a bit peevishly, “I don’t know what you’re talking about, Padfoot. You’re the dog here, not me.”

Sirius laughed. “All right, suit yourself.”

Remus looked over at Sirius. “What about you, Padfoot? Aren’t you interested in seeing anyone?”

Sirius sighed before he reeled off, “Moony, do I have to remind you that I’m a mass-murderer felon on the run, with a huge bounty on my head? Besides that, all the real Death Eaters are after me and would love nothing more than to kill me and sell my corpse for money?”

“Oh. Right.” Remus shut up. He turned to leave the kitchen as well, when he heard Sirius murmur, “Besides, Remus, you got your second chance. But I never did. Marlene’s gone. I’m never going to make peace with that.”

Remus turned back. “Sirius…”

Sirius remained silent.

Remus continued, “You did everything you possibly could to protect her. You even hid your feelings from her, just to make sure the Death Eaters wouldn’t target her - ”

“- And they did anyways, and I wasn’t even there when they killed her,” Sirius finished flatly.

“It could have happened to any one of us,” Remus said quietly. “I know that doesn’t make it any better, but what I’m trying to say is that it wasn’t your fault. Not in the slightest.”

Sirius said nothing.

Remus said cautiously, “Sirius?”

Sirius’ eyes had gone dark. But he merely said, “Don’t worry, Moony. You just take care of your woman, all right? You were always more mature than the three of us – it’s only right that you finally have some happiness.”

Remus looked worriedly at his best friend. He could feel Sirius’ barely restrained fury and behind that, a need for chaos and violence, feeding into Sirius’ already strong tendency for recklessness.

But now you had come down, with a messy roll of half-heartedly tagged job pamphlets in your hand. “Come on, then, Remus. Let’s be off.” You reached out and took Remus’ hand. As you pulled him along, you remarked, “With any luck, my brother will be home, so you can escape with him if things go poorly.”

“You’ve already thought of an escape route for me?” Remus said, chuckling nervously.

“‘Course. Last time she saw you, you were practically naked in my bedroom and you were ogling my breasts right in front of her.”

“I was decidedly not doing that.”

You shrugged. “I know you weren’t, but my mother doesn’t, and she’s the one with all the power here. Hence, you need an escape route.”

Remus sighed, quietly accepting his fate, as you pulled him along and out the door.

*     *     *     *     *     *     *     *     *     *

However, as soon as you and Remus stepped out of Grimmauld Place, it became clear that Remus had his own plans in mind. “I’d like to go somewhere before we head to your mother’s. I’ll Apparate us there together, if you’ll take my hand.”

You looked at him curiously. But knowing that it wasn’t safe to be standing out on the doorstep of Grimmauld Place for too long, you took Remus’ hand without further conversation.

Remus turned, Apparating, and you followed him, clutching his hand in yours, as he took you to…

“A car rental shop?” You scrunched your nose as you looked up at the signpost hanging above the Muggle store. “Remus, why did you bring me here?”

“I rented a car for us. Just for today,” Remus answered.

You stared at him, amazed. “Uh, why?”

Remus merely opened the door and nodded at you to step inside.

As you went inside, you whispered to Remus, “Is this some front for an Order hide-out or something?”

*     *     *     *     *     *     *     *     *     *

Ten minutes later, you stared in disbelief as Remus started up the small, tired car – the car gave a little lurch that made Remus frown - and began to drive it out onto the streets.

You had grown up in the Muggle world, after all, so the car was familiar to you, but you could not imagine why Remus wanted to take a car to your mother’s place.

Fifteen minutes later, the car gave a loud blech, and both you and Remus started. Remus gave a somewhat nervous chuckle and patted the driving wheel. “Almost there, just hold on…”

*     *     *     *     *     *     *     *     *     *

Finally, the two of you parked on the sidewalk outside of your mother’s apartment. The car let out a tired sigh as Remus turned off the ignition. Then, Remus reached into his cloak and pulled out a tie. He took off his cloak, revealing that he was wearing a white button-up and a patchy grey jacket underneath. Remus quickly put on the tie. He brushed his hand through his hair once or twice.

This entire time, you stared at him with wide eyes. Finally, you croaked, “What in name of Merlin are you - ?”

“I simply want to make a good impression,” Remus replied quietly.

You started to respond, but he looked so serious that you bit your tongue which, given your temperament, was quite a feat.

“Shall we?” Remus exited the car. He came over and opened your car door.

You swung your legs out. Instead of getting up, you simply looked up at Remus, studying him. Your head went up and down as you took him in, from head to foot.

Remus blushed, tugged at his tie, and looked away. “We should get going. We don’t want to be late.”

You slowly got out of the car. Remus closed the door behind you and locked the car. The two of you made your way up to the apartment door.

You had barely started to knock when the door flew open – and your brother caught you in a huge hug. “Sis!”

Having graduated from college and started a professional job as an accountant, your brother was now very much an adult. You were amazed to see how much he had grown. I can’t believe he’s all grown up, you thought fondly. Now you had to reach up to pat his hair. Yeah, he’s not so little anymore.

Still, his trademark smile was exactly the same as when he had been a little boy, as he said excitedly, “Long time, no see! How come you were away for so long?”

“Oh…” You paused, thinking through everything that had happened since you had seen him last. You settled for, “I was busy with a few things.”

“Mum says you haven’t got a proper job.”

You rolled your eyes. But then, you admitted, with a sigh, “Well, she’s right.” You looked at your brother and smiled. “But we can’t all be accountants, can we?”

Your brother pulled a face. “I know, I know, it’s such a boring, predictable job. But it turns out that it comes easy to me, it’s good money, and I’ll save up until we’re more comfortable. Then, I’ll think about what I want to do next.”

You reached up and gently patted his hair again. “Well, now, don’t work too hard.”

Remus had been standing patiently behind you this entire time. Just then, he reached up to nervously adjust his tie for the umpteenth time, and your brother caught sight of him. He pointed to Remus and shouted, “It’s him!”

You deftly shoved your brother inside of the apartment before he could scream aloud to the entire flat neighborhood that Remus was a shapeshifter.

Sure enough, your brother cried out, “You were wicked cool! Scary, for sure – but awesome!”

You reached out and grasped your brother’s shoulder. “Tone it down a little, will you?”

Your brother shook his head. “No way! You didn’t see him, but he was a hero! He saved us, y’know, Mum and me!”

Remus was slowly turning tomato red. He put his hands up and mumbled desperately, “No… No, really… Please don’t -”

“Ah. You’ve come, have you?” Your mother entered the room.

“Hi, Mum.” You held up your job pamphlets. “Look, I’ve done my due diligence.”

“And?”

“What?”

“What job did you decide on?”

“Oh.” You glanced at the cover of the first pamphlet. “Uh… Gringotts Bank Teller.”

Your mother’s eyes narrowed. “Is that so?”

“Yep.”

Your mother huffed, “You have to be a goblin to do that.”

You paused. “How did you know that?”

In truth, your mother now had a near encyclopedic knowledge of the Wizarding World, both because she took her job extremely seriously and studied all there was to know about the magical world and also because Arthur Weasley was one of those wonderful people who filled up spaces with the most pleasant, easy-going chatter of the many places and people he was interested in.

Your mother crossed her arms. “You’re not being serious about this, are you?”

“I am!” you said hurriedly. “I swear.”  

Remus stepped up to your side. “The truth is that there’s an organization that needs your daughter very much.”

Your mother eyed Remus distrustfully.

Remus continued, “You’ve likely recognized from working at the Ministry that things are… not altogether well in the Wizarding World. And the organization operating at Grimmauld Place is attempting to rectify that, and they rely entirely on volunteers. While it’s not a formal job, per se, it’s quite important work.”

“Hm.” Your mother looked Remus up and down, much as you had done in the car. “Well, that’s true,” she conceded. “Arthur has been telling me about Professor Dumbledore’s efforts to break the truth that the Dark Lord is back. The Ministry doesn’t seem to be taking the news very well.”

You blinked. “Mum, you know so much…”

“I’m the only one left out!” your brother interjected. “Wish I was magical. And a cool beast-man, like he is.” He nodded at Remus.

Your mother paused. “Speaking of…” She came and stood in front of Remus. “You coward.”

“Mum - ” you began.

“You shush. I’m not talking to you.” Your mother stared hard at Remus. “You didn’t tell her what you are.”

“No, ma’am,” Remus said quietly, defenselessly.

“I cannot believe you. You went so far as to be in a relationship with my daughter, and you didn’t tell her?”

“Mum, stop it - ”

“That you would lie to her like that, you awful person - ”

Remus’ face was becoming ash white. He mumbled, almost under his breath, “I- I was wrong. I’m sorry.”

You raised your voice. “Mum!”

“And how dare you be so ashamed of what you are?” Your mother poked Remus’ shoulder hard. “Do you think that you’re the only one who suffers? Most people who are poor bear the difficulties of life on their bodies; most people who are physically tired are mentally exhausted; most people who are mentally exhausted are alienated from society. Yes, your situation was extreme – but how could you let yourself fall so low, Remus Lupin? People call me a wretch, a beggar, even a whore. The only thing that saves me from my own misery is that I don’t let myself believe in it and I don’t let myself become it. But you - ”

Completely fed up, you suddenly jumped in-between your mother and Remus. Turning to your mother, you said furiously, “He saved your life, so I don’t know what the hell you’re going on about! Besides, this is between me and Remus and I’ve decided that I’m fine with it, so who are you to come in and cause problems for us?”

Your mother said quietly, “I don’t want either of you to suffer just because you’re in love. Feelings can fade away, but the truth doesn’t.”

At this, Remus’ eyes flashed up to your mother.

But you were too enraged to notice. “Remus insisted that we come here and pay our respects to  you, but I’ve had it. Come on, Remus, let’s get out of here.” You turned and grabbed Remus’ arm and yanked him out of the apartment.

Your brother called after the two of you, “I still think you were awesome!”

*     *     *     *     *     *     *     *     *     *

You led the way back to the car, fuming all the while. “I don’t know what she expects, when she goes off like that. Honestly, who does she think she is? She can say stuff like that to me, of course, because I’m her kid, but what right has she got to say anything to you?”

Remus slid into the driver’s seat. “She’s right, though” he said quietly. “She’s only saying things I need to hear.”

“She’s not right,” you said hotly. “And we’re not coming back here until she apologizes. Let’s go, Remus.”

Remus started up the car.

However, on the way back – the car suddenly lurched once more and the drive became extremely bumpy.

“Oh, no,” Remus sighed. “I’ll have to have a look.” He pulled the car over.

You started to clamber out as well when Remus said, “No, you stay in the car. It shouldn’t take long, I hope.”

You waited in the car for ten minutes before you stuck your head out of the window. “Do you know what you’re doing, Rem? Or do you want some help?”

“No, no, I’ve got it. It’s a flat tire, that’s all.”

You waited ten minutes more – “Forget it,” you muttered, and you got out of the car.

You walked over to the tail end of the car. “Sorry, Remus, but I’d rather be out here and - ” Your words died on your lips as you took in the sight of Remus, with his shirt half-opened, sleeves rolled up, hair a right mess, grease on his shoes and pants, a streak of dirt on his cheek, and some type of grim on his forearms, and his tie flung haphazardly over his shoulder. It was rather humid outside, the sort-of atmosphere that gripped the world right before a rainstorm, and Remus’ face was covered in a light sheen of sweat. He looked utterly bemused, with his brows drawn together, as he stared hard at the car tire.

You put your hand over your mouth and fought the urge to break out laughing.

Remus looked up at you. “Sorry this is taking so long,” he said ruefully. “I thought I knew how to do this.”

“Never mind,” you said. “Let me help. I know how to do this.”

“You do?”

“Yeah, my father taught me when I was quite young. That was back when we had a car, and when he was still around, of course…” You rambled on as you replaced the tire with ease. “He loved cars. He used to take broken junk cars and fix them all up. My brother and I would just sit and watch him. Mum would bring us juice and sandwiches. If it was a nice summer day, we’d all sit outside together while Dad worked on his car… There. Done.” You stepped back to review your handiwork. “That should get us back to the car rental store.”

Remus gave you a sheepish grin. “Nice job.”

You laughed brightly. “Oh, Rem, you look a right mess.”

Remus reached up and pushed his now-scruffy hair back from his face. “I’m sure I do.”

You came over and attempted to straighten out the front of his hair. “Ah, what a shame. When you even wore a suit...”

Remus sighed. “What a mess. Everything fell apart today, didn’t it?”

You used your sleeve to wipe the streak of dirt off of his cheek. “Why did you go to the trouble of all this, anyhow? I know you wanted to make a good impression on my mum, but why the car and the suit?”

“Well…” Remus gave a half-hearted shrug. “Isn’t this what a stable, successful man looks like in the Muggle world? A car and a suit?”

“Sure, but why would that matter?” you asked, confused, but tenderly dusting off the shoulders of his jacket.

“It’s only that I – Well - ” Remus cleared his throat. “It’s clear to me that your family loves you, and I suppose I wanted to give them confidence that you’ll be safe with me.”

“Oh…” You paused. He wanted to convince my mother that I’d be safe with him. You stared up at Remus. How… How sweet…

“I couldn’t come right out and say it, not just yet,” Remus murmured, speaking almost to himself now. “Still, I wanted to try to convey that to them. I thought, well, maybe showing that I can be a respectable, decent man – in the Muggle way since they might be more familiar with that – might help them feel more comfortable with me. Especially with your mother. Although, she seems quite knowledgeable about the Wizarding World now, so maybe this was all for nothing. But I wanted to show her that I’m not some half-naked loon tripping over pears and oranges – well, I was – but that’s not all I am - ” 

You flung your arms around Remus’ shoulders and kissed him as hard as you could.

Remus started. His hands flew out and he grasped your hips as you all but barreled into him.

Remus Lupin, you wonderful man, you thought, as you kissed him silly. Always so thoughtful…  

“Lovely!” Remus breathed out, as you furiously kissed his face all over.

A car passed by just then, and all five people inside wolf-whistled and the driver honked.

Embarrassed, Remus murmured, “Er – perhaps we should – uh – drive back first…”

You and Remus, both a bit dazed, got back in the car.

“It’s quite hot outside, isn’t it?” Remus murmured, wiping the back of his hand across his forehead. “I didn’t realize while I was outside, but now we’re back in the car, I can tell that it’s very humid outside.” He peered out of the window and up at the sky. “Looks like rain soon.”

You nodded, though you weren’t looking out at the window at all. You were staring at Remus, and you watched as a thin sliver of sweat dripped from the side of his face. You hesitated. Humid… Yes, that’s why I’m feeling this way. That’s all it is. Humid. Electric. Feverish… You clasped your hands together and then sandwiched them between your knees. Just the humidity…

Remus drove a little ways, but when the car stopped at a traffic light, you whispered, unable to help yourself, “…Remus.”

“Hm?” Remus looked over at you.

You were staring at him, with your hands clasped tightly in your lap. Your shirt had gone slightly lopsided, catching a bit on your shoulder. But Remus only noticed that for a second, because the next moment, he caught sight of your expression – your brow was furrowed and your eyes had that brilliant sparkle that was your trademark when you wanted something – Remus’ heart thumped –

“Remus,” you whispered again. You lifted one hand and slowly reached over and put it on top of Remus’ hand. “You… You look good in a suit.”  

“Oh…” Remus, hardly realizing it, began to lean over to kiss you…

The traffic light turned green.

“Traffic light,” you whispered softly.

Remus started. “Ah, right. Sorry. Must pay better attention.” Your hand slipped off of Remus’ as Remus began driving again.

You hesitated. You didn’t want to be too needy, but your mind was dizzy with a strange sort of fever.You blurted out, “I’m sorry, but could we stop the car behind that tree? Just for – Just for a few seconds.”

“Um, all right.” Remus parked the car in an empty parking lot, behind a leafy willow tree. He made a half-hearted joke, bleating out, “Huh, did we fix the car just to drive another five feet?”

“I suppose so,” you said. You meant to laugh, but the tension was killing you. It’s just that he’s so kind and considerate, and it honestly makes my heart race, and I’d like to be close to him… Please… Rather thoughtlessly, you’d reached out, as if to touch his chest – but you suddenly paused, and your fingers slipped around his tie instead.

Remus, whose knuckles had turned white from gripping his hands into fists, whispered tightly, “Lovely?”

“Remus…”

“What?”

“I like your tie very much, too.”

Remus looked over at you, slightly puzzled. “You like me in a tie and suit?”

You nodded softly, staring at him as though through a haze. “Yes, very much.” You slowly slid your hand up his tie, up his chest…  His warmth… I love feeling his warmth… I want – I want to sink into him. You swallowed hard, though you tried to be discreet about it.

“Well,” Remus said wryly, “that doesn’t bode too well, does it? Seeing as we go around in cloaks most days - ”

You cut him off, with a soft, but quite tight, murmur. “Remus.”

Remus paused. Why does she keep saying my name? I mean, I don’t mind at all. But it sounds like she wants something, only she won’t say what it is. He was suddenly very aware of the fact that you had slid your hand up his tie and were now pulling gently at the knot. He wondered, is she trying to get my tie off? Remus’ gaze traced your hand, then your arm, up to your shoulder, then to your face… His eyes met yours.

Oh. The realization hit Remus all at once.

Remus’ mouth suddenly became very dry, and his heart leapt into his throat. He heard himself say, in a cracked, uncertain voice that barely sounded like him, “Would you – Would it be all right if I kissed you?”

Your eyes brightened at once, but, almost in contrast, you nodded solemnly.

“Yes…?” Remus whispered hoarsely.

And then, that blessed word fell from your lips, “Yes.”

That was it.

You both leaned towards each other at the same moment, and your mouths crashed together in a heated kiss. At once, shy but needy whimpers escaped both of you. You kissed each other feverishly, both of you turning your heads to slot your mouths together perfectly.

In that moment, all there was in that run-down little car was the tender hum, emitting from that feverish, lion-like, yet all too quiet passion that flows from our very cells when we are with our other halves.

After a long while, Remus’ hand slipped up the back of your neck (making you shiver most wonderfully) and his fingers slipped into your hair, as he pressed your head softly towards his, to kiss you deeper. You were straining slightly to breathe, as you were having to learn over the middle compartment box, but you did your best to hide it because you didn’t want to separate from Remus even an inch.

But Remus, who had brought up his other to caress your cheek, paused – for the back of his hand had brushed past your chest, and he realized how hard you were panting. 

In a soft, deeply protective voice, Remus breathed out, “Come here.”

“Hm?” you murmured, still too busy kissing him. But suddenly - “Oh!”

In one swift motion, Remus grasped you and pulled you over. You gasped slightly as you suddenly found yourself in his lap.

“Better?” Remus murmured, and he leaned forward to grasp your hair again and kiss your neck rather roughly.

“Ah… Yes…” You clutched onto his shoulders and tilted your head back for him.

As he kissed your neck all over, Remus murmured, “Is this what you wanted, Lovely? Is this why you were complimenting my tie?”

“I really thought you looked nice in it,” you said softly. “But – ah - ” you gasped softly as Remus bit your neck gently – “Mm, yes, this is what I wanted.”

Having your confirmation, Remus moved with more intention now. His hands traveled down your body, feeling your breasts and then slipping down your curves, feeling your soft tummy, and then grasping gently at your hips.

You moaned, and you moved your hips softly, instinctively reacting to his gentle, loving touch.

A soft pitter-patter sound began to fill the car, as the skies finally succumbed to the weight of its gathered tears, and let the rain fall gently onto the humble earth. 

Remus was kissing you lower and lower, until he greedily yanked up the front of your shirt and buried his face against your breasts. You gasped, and you hugged Remus tightly around his shoulders, holding onto him as much as you could. Remus used one hand to fist the front of your shirt and keep it out of the way. With the other, he pushed down your bra, and then, bending his head down, he pressed his open mouth against your sweet breasts.

“Uhn…” You closed your eyes and lost yourself to the sensation of Remus lavishing you with his mouth. Oh Godric, his mouth feels so good on me.

“Lovely,” Remus whispered in a raspy voice, “open your mouth a little.”

“Huh - ? Mmpfh!”

Remus had gently but decisively stuffed your shirt into your mouth, so that you could hold it up and out of the way. This left Remus free to press his hands against your back, so that he could push you forward slightly against him, and this allowed him to kiss, suck, and bite your breasts even more lovingly.

“Mm!” you gasped, and the sound came out quite muffled.

Remus’ mouth was so hot and wet, and he was sucking and biting your breasts all over, and he was holding you so that you were anchored to his lap, and you could hardly squirm.

“Mmm…” Remus moaned long and loud. Lovely’s gotten softer, somehow, he thought adoringly.

Sharing the driver’s seat together, and with Remus being rather tall and lanky, the two of you were cramped together. Remus could feel every little breath and move you were making. He felt how your legs tightened on either side of his when he bit softly at your breasts, and he could feel your tummy buckling when he ran his tongue in wet little circles around your nipples.

The fact that this space was so confined meant that it was very hard to move, and slowly but surely, a deep, feverish desire bloomed inside of you, responding joyously to the love that Remus was giving you, but also responding impatiently to the constraints of this tiny space. Soon, the fever had spread to the top of your head to your toes and you were bursting with the need to kiss Remus back, to undress him, to feel his warm skin on yours, to taste him, to have him inside of you – anything, any movement, any release – please!, you begged in your head.

Finally, with a loud, breathless gasp that made your shirt fall out of your mouth, you tugged Remus’ head back up again and you aggressively kissed him once more. Your hands slipped off of Remus’ shoulders and onto the driver’s seat behind him. Grabbing that, you pulled yourself closer to him and pressed your hips into him.

Remus breathed out heavily, and his hands fell to your thighs. When he leaned in to kiss you back, his hands steadily slid up your thighs.

You mumbled something that Remus didn’t catch and between kisses, he whispered to you, “What?”

“I said I wish I was wearing a dress,” you murmured back. “Or a skirt.”

You felt Remus’ lips curve up as he chuckled softly. “Is that so?”

You wiggled your hips slightly, hoping that Remus would get the message and slide his hands further up.

Remus kept his hands resolutely still, and he murmured to you, “Why? What are you imagining?”

You were now shifting back and forth quite obviously on Remus’ lap – yet he still kept his hands exactly where they were, in the middle of your thighs.

You groaned wantingly, “You know what, Remus John Lupin.”

Remus kept that soft smile on his lips, as he whispered teasingly, “My full name?”

“Yes, because you know,” you said accusingly. You bit down on your lower lip and let out a frustrated sigh. “…You know I have a a thing for your hands. And I… I like when you touch me.” You blushed as you admitted, “I always have.”

Remus gazed up at you, admiring your blushing face. “Is that right?”

“Yes,” you insisted. Reaching up, you gripped the back of his hair in your hands as you fidgeted on top of his lap, shifting your thighs this way and that, still hoping that his hands would slip up your thighs…

When Remus refused to budge, you groaned and let your head fall forward onto his shoulder. You tugged a bit at his hair as you muttered, “Mean.”

Remus let out a quiet laugh before he acquiesced. “All right, all right.” Finally, he slid his hands up, letting his large, warm palms move up your pants.

Lifting your head up, you hurriedly reached down with one hand undid the front button of your pants.

Remus whispered, “Why are you in such a rush, Lovely?”

In a rush? You blinked rather stupidly, for in all serious, you didn’t think you were in a rush. Rather, you didn’t understand why everything was taking so long. Why aren’t Remus’ hands on me already? you thought desperately.

But you’d already given one embarrassing confession, and you didn’t feel that you were due for another so soon. So, you managed to mumble out, “Um, don’t we have to return the car by five?”

“Ah, I see,” Remus said lightly. He let his hand brush tantalizingly between your legs as he whispered, “The car…”

“Y-Yes,” you mumbled, your voice catching when you felt Remus’ hand brush up against you. “We’ve got to return the car. Be responsible – Mm…”

Remus, finding you irresistibly cute, leaned forward and kissed you again. You started to wrap your arms around his shoulders, when he pulled back slightly to say, “And who was it that made me stop the car in the first place, hm?”

“Oh…” You looked down. Even knowing that Remus was teasing you, you felt embarrassed. Yes, it wasn’t just the humidity, was it? you thought. It was pouring rain now, but you were feeling more flushed and wanting than ever.

Remus watched you as you steadily became pinker and pinker in front of him. Oh, Lovely… Look at you, he whispered adoringly in his head. But you know, don’t you? That I want you just as badly, if not more.

At that moment, you sighed a little. Then, you turned back to Remus and said, in a low voice, “All right. I want you, Remus. I… I couldn’t wait.” You bit your lower lip again, before you continued, “And I would appreciate very much if – if - ” Your brow furrowed as you struggled to voice what you wanted to say. You burst out, rather intensely and rather ungracefully, “Don’t make me wait! Not when I want you so much.”

Remus blinked. He’d forgotten how your voice became low and raspy when you were all pent-up and wanting like this. Besides that, your reaction was much more genuine than he had intended. I was only teasing her a little. But Lovely’s so serious. She must… He swallowed hard. She must really want this. Even more than she’s letting out. She’s starving for me to touch her…   

“I want you,” you repeated feelingly.

Well, I can take care of that, Remus thought. Before he knew it, he had pushed his hand into your pants and he was pressing his long fingers up against you, touching you through your panties.

Remus heard you inhale quickly and your fingers tightened in his hair.

Remus leaned forward and caught your mouth in a kiss. Yes, I can take care of you, Lovely, he said stoutly in his head, declaring a promise to himself. And I will. I won’t keep you waiting ever again. He pushed his hand further inside of your pants, until he slotted his hand firmly between your thighs. Only heaven and hell can ever know how much I want you too, my love.

You shuddered against him. “Ah… So warm…”

“Mm,” Remus breathed out, as he rubbed his hand against you.

You moaned softly as you felt that wonderful, warm pressure between your legs and against your panties. “Uh…”

Remus hugged your waist with his other arm and whispered lowly, “Just so you know, I’ll happily pay another day for this car, if it means I get to take my time and enjoy you.”

Your breath hitched – and Remus’ fingers lithely pushed aside your panties and pressed down on your bare clit –

O-Ohhhhh… Your hands slipped out of Remus’ hair. One slipped onto the window, and the other fluttered about in the air until you finally found the dashboard to hold onto.

“There you go,” Remus murmured, pushing his fingers in tight little circles against your clit. “Getting all warm and wet, mm, good girl.”

“R-Remus,” you blurted out – and then you let out a soft, but desperate, open-mouthed moan as Remus leaned forward to kiss the side of your neck softly while he touched you.

You didn’t know if Remus was aware of this, but he had a tendency to cage you in and pin you down when he got lost in the heat and pleasure of it all. Sure enough, the more fervent your gasps became and the more your hips bucked against his hands, the more Remus leaned forward, until he was all but pinning you down against the steering wheel.

You leaned forward at first, trying to even out the balance. But when Remus finally pushed aside your panties with a quick brush of his fingers and then pressed his warm hand directly against your bare pussy, your mind went beautifully blank for a second and you leaned back entirely.

HONNNNKKK!

You both jumped – and you hit the top of your head against the roof of the car – “Ow!”

“Lovely!”

“No, it’s fine, I’m fine. It’s just… the stupid car horn.”

Remus sheepishly hugged you back towards him, so that you weren’t leaning against the steering wheel. “Oh, right. Forgot about that.”

“Well, forget about it again,” you murmured, and you began to kiss his neck.

Remus moaned softly, and he let his head fall back against the driver’s seat.

You let out a soft growl and you bit and sucked at his neck. Your hands found his shoulders and you held onto him as you buried your head against his neck. At the same time, your thighs, positioned on either side of his, squeezed tightly, and then you gently rolled your hips forward against him. At the same time, with your mouth still latched onto Remus’ neck, you let out a hard pant, and Remus felt your warm breath puff across his neck.

Remus’ heart gave a leap when he felt you push up against him like that. His eyes opened, and his hands shot to your thighs.

Remus continued to let you have him, kissing and biting at his neck all over, making sure he knew – both now when he was feeling your sweet mouth on him and later, when your soft love marks would bloom brilliantly all over his neck – that he was yours.

Remus was more than happy to let you take your time in kissing him so sweetly and marking him as yours, but he couldn’t merely sit still. He had to touch you, too. He had to. His hands slid up to the insides of your thighs and he made to touch you again, only you were pressed up too close to him. Not wanting to push you away, yet needing to touch you, Remus made to push your thighs open more, but the space was too small, and your knees pushed up against the car door on one side, and the middle compartment on the other. Remus let out a noise of impatience.

You paused. “Something wrong?”

“No, it’s only – Well, if I could only touch you,” Remus murmured, with his words all tumbling out in a soft waterfall. “Could we perhaps move to the back seat?”

Before you could even make sense of his words, Remus had lifted you slightly. Realizing what he wanted, you quickly clambered over into the backseat and Remus followed after you.

As soon as you turned around, Remus pushed you gently but hastily down onto the seat with a rough, needy kiss.

“Ah…” You moaned against his mouth, and your hands came up to his chest, to help steady him, while Remus’ hands had already found your waist to hold onto as he tumbled into the seat after you.  

Remus was quite greedy with you, sinking into you quickly so that your thighs had to spread to make room for his hips. His hands slipped off of your waist, and he put one hand down on the seat to keep from collapsing on top of you, but with his other hand he touched your face lovingly, brushing your cheek with his thumb repeatedly while he cradled your face.

You closed your eyes, losing yourself to the wonderful sensation of Remus holding you and kissing your neck all over. Everything was so perfect – except for that growing ache between your legs. “Since we’ve got a bit more space now, might you - could you – um – could you maybe – ah…” you stuttered out, as Remus sucked hard at your neck.

“Hm?” Remus replied rather nonchalantly as he left a soft flurry of love bites all over your throat – his reply, as it were, to tell you that you were his.

“Ah!” You trembled and your hips bucked softly, and it took you a minute to pull yourself together before you managed to whisper, in a wanting, yet dreamy voice that sounded much the same as it had many years ago, when the two of you were curled up under the Ravenclaw tapestry, sharing your dormitory bed: “H-Hands. Want your hands on m-me.”

Remus nodded. He began to reach down and slide his hand back into your pants, when you suddenly grabbed his wrist.

Remus paused and looked down at you, wondering why you were grabbing him like that. You stared up at him and whispered, “…Inside me.”

“What, Lovely?” Remus murmured. “Say it again.”

“Fingers…” Your hand slipped down and you gently traced his fingers with your own, as you breathed out, “…inside me…please.”

Remus breathed out. He lowered himself to gently press his forehead against yours. “You want my fingers inside of you, Lovely?”

You nodded fervently, and you guided Remus’ hand to quickly slip into your pants.

Remus smiled, adoring the way that you were asking for him. He brushed aside the thin slip of cloth covering you with the back of his fingers, and then -

“Ah...” You shut your eyes tightly as you felt his fingers push gently inside of you. Your hands came up and you gently held onto the sides of Remus’ jacket.

“Mm,” he whispered hoarsely. “So tight, sweetheart.”

Remus burrowed his fingers deeper into you and then curved them slightly inside of you, pushing you open just a bit.

“Uh!” Your thighs trembled and you squeezed Remus’ jacket tighter, with your hands bunching up into fists. Your stomach tensed, and your head came up for a moment, as a tight pant escaped you.

Remus slipped his other arm around your shoulders and, gently pulling you up, he hugged you to him.

You hugged him right back and you buried your face in his shoulder and moaned as Remus fingered you harder.

You grasped messily at the seat and blearily made your way up until your head was resting against the window. But Remus followed you, until he had you caged right where he wanted you – against the window, and very much in his arms.

Mm, Remus thought, loving the feeling of your warm, wet walls squeezing his fingers. All tight and sweet, my Lovely…

And as he pumped his fingers inside of you steadily, you slipped back down slightly, until your face was pressed up a little against Remus’ chest. You tried in vain to prop your feet up against the seat or the floor, but Remus’ hips were resting between your thighs, and besides, he was touching you quite fervently now, and you didn’t have much strength left in your legs as your thighs squeezed against his hips and your toes curled in your shoes.

In desperation, you reached out and sought solace by hugging Remus and gripping his jacket in your hands and moaning deeply against his chest.

Remus felt your hot breath on his chest. He bent his head down and gently nudged your head with his, bringing your face up, and then he caught your lips in another kiss. You kissed him back, but then Remus thrust his fingers into you – you cried out and fell back. And when Remus chased you for another kiss, you panted out, “Ah – W-Want - , B-But c-can’t, Rem!”

Remus paused. He hadn’t noticed until now how hard he was squeezing you into his hug, making you pant quite hard while he finger-fucked your pussy deeper and deeper. A sheen of sweat was on your forehead, and your face had gone all pink. Remus also realized, for the first time, how tense your thighs were and how tight your grip was on his jacket.

“Oh, Lovely, are you close?” Remus breathed out, surprised.

“Nngh – Of course I am – Are you – Are you teasing me?” you half-panted and half-mumbled out, almost indignantly.

Remus smiled softly at you. He replied, earnestly, “I wasn’t teasing.” In his head, he thought, Though now I want to, seeing how cute you are like this, Lovely…

While he was gazing at you, his hand had paused. And you couldn’t stand it. More than anything, you needed him to keep going. “Rem, don’t stop, please,” you begged suddenly. You reached down and grasped his wrist needily. “I – I am close. Please don’t stop.”

“All right. Just… shush. I’ve got you, Lovely.” Remus worked his fingers back into you – deep and somewhat roughly – and he watched your mouth drop open and the flush on your cheeks turn even more brilliant.

“Oh, Godric, yes, right there,” you breathed out heavily. “Ah, ah, ah…!” Your hands pattered down his arms furiously and then – you scrabbled a little at the front of his shirt before you managed to yank his shirt out of his trousers so that you could grip it – right as that incredible tension began to coil up in your tummy.

Remus could feel your pussy spasming all around his fingers. “So tight,” he hissed lightly. He could only imagine how tight you could feel around his cock… He pushed his fingers back into your wet little pussy harshly, and you gasped, “Ah!”

Your back arched – Remus hurriedly tugged downwards at your waist, to keep you anchored against him, for he wanted to feel you cum for him  – and your thighs trembled heavily all over and then – “Uhnnnnn…!”

Remus moaned with you, as he felt you release with his fingers still buried deeply inside of you.

Desperately pushing your hands against the window and the seat, you lifted yourself just enough that you could clamp your thighs together, drawing Remus’ fingers even deeper inside of you as you came all over his hand.

Remus groaned. Her sweet cum… Mm… I want it. His eyes flickered up to you. You had your eyes closed, and you were panting furiously. Your shirt was caught just above your bra, and Remus watched the way your tight little body moved as you fought to catch your breath. I want her, Remus thought. I… want her so badly. All of her.

“Sweetheart,” Remus whispered.

“W-What?” you breathed out. “Do – Do we need to return the car?”

Remus still kept one arm around you, but with his other hand, he gently pulled down the front of your shirt. As he did, he replied, “I suppose. But that’s not what’s on my mind.”

You opened your eyes and looked at him. “Huh? What do you mean?”

“I want to take you to bed,” Remus said, and he lifted his hand and slowly sucked at his fingers. “If you’ll let me.”

“Oh. Oh.” Your heart jolted happily.

“To do that, I suppose we have to return this car first, though I have half to mind to drive straight to Grimmauld Place right now.”

You stared at Remus with wide eyes. He’s so assertive. Has he always been like this?

Remus paused. “Unless… you don’t want to, of course.” Just like that, his gentlemanly demeanor returned. He reached up and quietly fixed your hair for you.

“That sounds like a wonderful plan,” you said finally, smiling at him.

“Okay, then.” Remus gently helped you to get back in your seat.

When you had clambered back into his seat, Remus paused.

“Wha – Oh! I’m so sorry,” you said, when you noticed the small wet spot you had left on the front of his trousers.

Remus chuckled. “Don’t apologize, sweetheart. I’m the one who made you like that, after all.”

You stared hungrily at Remus. Oh Gods, if he keeps talking like that, I’m not going to be able to stop myself.

Remus looked over at you. “What?”

“Let’s… get going, please,” you said, and your voice nearly cracked with want.

Remus nodded. “All right. And I’m sorry to stop there, but – well, for what I’d like to do with you, the car simply isn’t big enough.”

Your heart skipped a beat – and your pussy thumped. You slotted both your hands between your legs and squeezed them. In a small voice, you whispered tightly, “Um, if you speed a little, I won’t tell.”

Remus laughed lightly, but his eyes were serious and his entire body was quite tense as he hurriedly drove the car back to the shop.

You waited outside for him. When Remus came out, you held your hand out and said, “Rem - ” By then, he had already grabbed your hand and Apparated back to Grimmauld Place.

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Joke's On You 18

When Fred Weasley carelessly bumps into you into the hallway, you decide to take him a notch down; not by berating him, but by showing him up at his own game of using your charm and intellect to get what you want. And it’s fine if the end result doesn’t leave everyone quite satisfied - in fact, that’s what you want…

[Fred Weasley x Reader.] [Warning: Story Contains Explicit Smut.] [Warning: Non-Consent.] [Warning: Manipulation.] [Warning: Humiliation.] [Warning: Light Bondage.]

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All was fair in love and war. That was very much the motto that you and Fred lived by.

Even while the two of you met up everyday and did all the boyfriend-and-girlfriend things (in your own fashion) and even though the two of you still could not keep your hands off of each other, the entire time, a secret war was brewing.

After the next Hogsmeade trip, you spotted Fred, George, and Lee smuggling a niffler into the castle. You pretended not to notice the snout poking out of Lee’s jacket since Filch was standing next to you, waving his broom threateningly at anyone who seemed suspicious. And you never mentioned it to Fred, but you were waiting for the merest hint of a plan being put into action.

So, when Fred entered your room one afternoon with a jauntier walk than usual and a particular sparkle in his eye, you knew something was up. You acted as you usually would for the entire lunch break. (You stripped off your panties, wore your little heart plug, lay on your bed, and waited for Fred while doing your homework. When Fred came in, he immediately fell forward onto your bed and split your legs apart hungrily. You scoffed and pushed him away with your foot. When Fred whimpered, you playfully crossed your feet in the air as you continued to do your homework.)

Finally, Fred, slightly sullen as you wouldn’t let him have you (“I’ve got homework, Weasley,” you snapped) left ten minutes early (to “er – grab my bookbag,” which he’d apparently forgotten), you gave him a good-bye kiss, pretended to smile and wave, and closed the door after him. However, as soon as you heard his footsteps fade away, you dressed, hurried out, and stationed yourself in front of the Transfiguration classroom, which you thought was the most likely spot that Fred, George, and Lee would pass to come down from Gryffindor Tower to wherever they planned to go.

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Five minutes later, Kenneth joined you. “Looking forward to Transfiguration today?”

“Mhm,” you said, while scanning the corridor like an eagle.

“You know, the Illusion Principles that we’re learning now form the basis of Human Transfiguration at N.E.W.T. level. Isn’t that interesting?”

“Oh, yes,” you agreed. “Simply fascinating.”

“Also, I’ve been meaning to ask you, have you applied for the Wizengamot junior summer internship yet?”

You nodded brightly. “Yes, I submitted my application over winter break. So did David. We reach each other’s essays before we submitted them.”

“Well, I asked Penelope when she received her response last year, and she said it was around this time.”

Your eyes widened. “Really? So we might hear back very soon?”

Kenneth nodded. He hesitated, and then he asked, “So, you’ve still got your heart set on joining the Wizengamot?”

“Yes, of course.”

Just then, you caught sight of Fred, George, and Lee sneaking stealthily through the corridor. You squinted at them and you could just make out the niffler stuffed in George’s cloak.

“Weasley! In the name of the law! Stop right there!”

“What - ?” Kenneth said, taken back.

“Hold this!” You all but threw your bookbag to Kenneth before sprinting the entire length of the fifth-floor corridor to grabFred. You meant to grab the back of his cloak, but you missed and grabbed his hair instead.

“Ow!” Fred yelled. “Get off!”

“Professor McGonagall!” you hollered.

“Let go, you hellcat!” Fred shouted at you. “Now’s not the time!”

“No!” you shouted back. “Now is the time!”

You both wrestled furiously with each other.

“God damn it, you’re supposed to be on my side,” Fred growled. “And leggo of my hair!”

“No,” you stressed, huffing heavily. “And what are you up to, hm? Why aren’t you in class, where you should be?”

“I’m going to class, if you would LET GO OF MY HAIR!” Fred burst out.

Other students stopped to watch the two of you duke it out in the middle of the hallway. Meanwhile, Lee and George placed bets on whether you or Fred would win.

Recognizing that he wouldn’t get out of your clutches quite so easily, Fred yelled, “Boys, soldier down! Go on without me!” and he motioned furiously at George and Lee to take off.

George suddenly wrapped his arm around a bulge in the side of his cloak and he began to take off.

Bollocks, George is the one that has the evidence, you realized. He’s the one actually carrying the Niffler.

Struggling absurdly hard, you finally managed to sit on top of Fred and gather his wrists together and hold them down – at this, Fred paused. Lifting his eyebrow up at you, he said suggestively, “I know you get off on riding me, but do you really wanna show all of these people how much you like me?”

You scowled at him. However, using Fred’s moment of distraction, you managed to pull your wand out of your cloak and point it at George. “Iterdum!”

“Oof!” Hit by your Trip Jinx, George fell over. To his credit, he managed to roll over so that the Niffler wouldn’t get squashed.

“Oi!” Lee cried out. “Toss him to me!”

You leapt to your feet, but Fred managed to hook his leg around yours and bring you back down to the ground.  

This time, it was you who growled, “You let go of me this instant!” “Not a chance, you stupid prefect!”

You saw Fred’s gaze wander up to your hair – You gasped, “You wouldn’t!”

Fred grinned. He reached out and grabbed a handful of your hair.

“No!” you growled.

Fred laughed, mussing up your hair as much as possible while sitting on top of you.

“You’re not even grabbing my hair! You’re just messing it up!” you said indignantly.

“So? Whatcha gonna do ‘bout it, huh?” Fred said gleefully. He stuck both in his hands in your hair and roughly shook his hands.

“Aargh, no! You – You infantile pillock!” you burst out.

Fred smirked down at you, and he said, without an ounce of sincerity, "Oops."

Grabbing Fred’s hands, you seriously grappled with him. Fred’s laugh faded away, and his brow furrowed as he slipped back into focus, trying to keep you under him.

“Fred, I said let go! This is obstruction of justice!”

“You’re an obstruction of justice!”

“Grrr…!” Managing to slip your hand through Fred’s grasp, you lifted yourself as much as possible and latched onto the front of Fred’s hair again.

“You – Ow! Not the hair again! Godric,do you want a bald boyfriend?”

With one hand still tightly gripping Fred’s hair, you lifted your other hand, in which you were still holding your wand, and shouted out, “Accio Niffler!”

Everybody gasped as they saw the poor little niffler get yanked out of George’s cloak with an invisible hand and then go flying pell-mell through the air towards you –

“Damn  it, no!” George shouted. “Don’t let her get it!”

Lee made a grab for the niffler, but he missed. The niffler came flying towards you. You stretched out both your arms to catch it – when Fred tackled you down entirely onto the floor. You found yourself pinned to the floor, with Fred on top of you – and then the niffler landed on top of Fred’s head. The niffler, startled, gripped onto Fred’s hair as hard as it could with its small paws.

Surprised, Fred yelled, “What the - ? Geroff me!”

Just then, Kenneth stepped in and grabbed the niffler out of harm’s way -

“BOYS!”

It was McGonagall. With a sigh of relief, you got up. As you did, you nearly stepped on Fred’s hair. You hastily put your foot down on the edge of Fred’s jacket instead.

Fred said irritably, “Could you please not trample all over me?”

Dusting yourself off neatly while leaving a firm footprint on Fred’s jacket, you replied smartly, “Well, it’s hard when your head is so big.”

Fred glowered at you.

Meanwhile, Professor McGonagall began to tell the boys off.

Out of the corner of his mouth, Fred muttered, “You’re such a prat.”

You merely clasped your hands behind your back and stood proudly beside McGonagall, as she said angrily, “Fred and George Weasley, the pair of you! And Lee Jordan, I thought I told you to…” As McGonagall admonished the boys, you nodded at all of her good points and even shook her head at the boys when she did. All this time, your chest was puffed out in pride and there was a brilliant glimmer of victory in your eyes.

As McGonagall shepherded the boys into her office to hand out detentions, Fred gave you a massive stink-eye and the finger. In return, you gave him the sweetest, most kittenish smile ever before you went flouncing off to Kenneth’s side to pet the cute niffler.

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Five minutes later, Fred came out of McGonagall’s office, only to find you telling off a second year for flying a Fanged Frisbee in the hallway. You were holding a stern finger up as you said seriously, “You could really hurt someone, you know, or damage a painting.”

Fred rolled his eyes. He came up behind you and wrapped his arms around you tightly. Then, he said to the second year, “Go on, get out of here.”

“Wait – what? No, come back!” you shouted, but Fred had you all wrapped up in his arms, and you found that you couldn’t move an inch.

The second year scurried away, and you called after him, “You better be heading to class! And you make sure to turn that Fanged Frisbee in!”

Pushing his head forward onto your shoulder, Fred whispered, “If you’re done being a uselessly intense vigilante, how about we go back to yours, hm?”

“Go back to mine? For what?”

“You know for what.”

“I certainly do not.”

“Well, how about a little continuance of what you started when you tackled me onto the floor? You know, when you were sitting on top of me, and I was between your legs. Or else, when I was sitting on top of you, and you were between my legs. Either way, it doesn’t matter. I’m not picky.”

You finally squirmed out of his hug. Turning around, you said stolidly, “Excuse me. I did not become a prefect and get my own room to fuel your debauchery, Fred Weasley.”

Fred gently pushed you back against the wall. Then, he lifted his hand and put it up on the wall, trapping you inside of his stature again. In a low voice, he said suggestively, “Debauchery? That’s what you call our love-making?”

Scoffing, you ducked out from under his arm and began walking away. As you did, you muttered, “It’s hardly love-making.”

“Oi, you come back here,” Fred called.

When you ignored him, Fred suddenly galloped forward in a most giraffe-like manner. He caught you by the arm, but you shook him off and said, “We have class, Weasley.”

“And then detention,” said Fred.

“You have detention,” you corrected him. “I would never.”

“Except you do.” Fred grabbed your arm again and twirled you around. He held up a piece of parchment and said, “McGonagall assigned me detention with you.”

At this, you lit up. Excitedly, you said, “Really?” You snatched the parchment out of Fred’s hand and read it. Sure enough, McGonagall had filled out a detention form and given Fred detention under your supervision that evening.

“Oh,” you murmured happily, clutching the piece of parchment to your chest, “this is perfect.”

“Yeah,” Fred said. “I was thinking you could just sign it now, and I could use the evening to steal back the niffler.”

You neatly folded the piece of parchment up and slid it into your pocket. “Mm,” you said lightly, “I don’t think so, Fred. After all, you do deserve this detention.” You reached up and softly brushed at your footprint on Fred’s collar. “You know that, don’t you? And even though it gets rid of my evening, too, I’ll do it. Because I’ve got a vested interest in making sure my boyfriend turns into an upstanding citizen.”

Fred wrinkled his nose and shook his head at you. “An upstanding citizen? That’s your criteria for a boyfriend? Sheesh, you’ve got problems.”

You merely smiled at Fred, so that your eyes turned into pleased little crescents. “See you tonight.” With that, you turned away from him and entered the Transfiguration classroom, where you took your usual seat next to Kenneth.

*     *     *     *     *     *     *     *     *     *

After classes and just before dinner, Fred came into the spare classroom for detention –

“Late.” You glared at him. “I can’t believe you’re late.”

Fred shrugged. Leaning against the doorway, he said briskly, “All right, I’ve showed up. Sign the form now, and let’s be on our way. I’m starving.”

In reply, you pointed to a small tin bucket and a plastic knife.

Fred frowned as he peered at the items. “What are those?”

“I seem to remember your mum telling me that you and George try to use magic for everything and that you boys don’t understand the value of doing things slowly and methodically - ”

“I’m never letting you meet my mum again,” Fred grumbled.

“- to build character,” you finished. “So, here’s what you’re going to do, Weasley. You’re going to scrape all the gum off of the desks by hand.”

Fred blinked. “What?”

You rapped the desk smartly with your wand. “Get to it. I want all of these decks spotless or else, no signature for you.”

Fred scoffed. “No way.”

“Why not?”

“It’s stupid. It’s a total waste of time. It’s useless, too, when you can vanish it all by magic.”

“Tsk,” you tutted. “You’re missing the point.”

“And it’s disgusting,” Fred said loudly. “It’s other people’s gum. They spat it out of their mouths, for Merlin’s sake.”

“If you use the knife correctly, you won’t have to touch the gum,” you pointed out.

“And it’ll hurt my knees. I’m not good on my knees - ”

“Now, now, Fred,” you said knowingly, with a sparkle in your eye, “now’s not the time for false modesty.”

Annoyed, Fred crossed his arms and said resolutely, “I’m not doing this, so you better come up with something else.”

You crossed your arms right back at him. “If you don’t, I won’t sign the form, and you’ll simply be assigned another detention with me. And guess what I’ll ask you to do?”

Fred’s eyes turned into narrow slits as he glared at you. “You wouldn’t.”

You leaned back against the desk and crossed your legs. “Try me.”

Fred growled. “You’ve got a real problem with authority, you know that?”

“Oh, I do,” you said, pleased. “But for some reason, the same stupid, lanky-looking - ”

“ – Hey - ”

“moron keeps wandering under my control.” You cocked your head at him. “Why is that, do you think? Why does he keep coming back?”

Fred said nothing, merely kept glaring at you. A muscle was jumping in his jaw.

You smiled at him. But Fred knew that your smile right now was a challenge.  

Fred remained totally still, except for the fire blazing in his eyes.

You, too - even though you had a seemingly pleasant smile on your face, there was an equally intense fire glimmering in your eyes. 

You both faced off, neither of you willing to back down.

Then, all of a sudden – slam! – Fred used his foot to kick the door closed behind him. He strode forward and rather roughly grabbed you by your waist. “Fred!” you cried out. “What d’you think you’re doing?”

“Shut up,” Fred growled. “You’re coming with me.”

Fred quickly dragged you into the tall wardrobe cabinet in the corner of the classroom.

“Ugh,” you complained. “It’s all dusty in here!”

Fred closed the wardrobe door, accidentally pushing you against the shelves a little.

“Ah! Don’t push me like that!” you scolded him, annoyed. “My shirt, I ironed it this morning and it’s going to get all - !”

Fred abruptly grabbed you and kissed you hard enough that you leaned backwards and Fred had to wrap his arms around your waist to keep you from falling. Breathless, you unwittingly let out a soft moan as you melted his arms.

“I said to shut up,” Fred growled at you.

You only moaned again, louder, as Fred attacked your neck with kisses.

“Fine, but you know, it is love making when you moan like that,” Fred whispered huskily. He squeezed you in his arms.  “As for your stupid, clean, ironed shirt – Well, you just gave me an idea as to how to make you pay for today, you little hellcat.” His hands slipped down, grabbed onto the front of your shirt and – Rip! Pop, pop, pop!

You gasped as all of your buttons came off as Fred ripped open the front of your shirt. “Fred! My – My shirt! My buttons!” You started to get angry, but before the anger could really settle in, Fred had kissed you again. You made to claw at him, but he grabbed your hand and pinned it down against the wall behind you. You let out a muffled curse word, but Fred merely grinned into your kiss. He pushed his thigh between your legs – making you moan again – and then it was too late, too wonderfully late, for you’d fallen into his warmth, and you knew that the only way to make your anger known was to give him a hell of a scratching on his back and shoulders as he made sweet, sweet love to you in that tiny, dusty broom cupboard.

Still, even if you couldn’t focus enough to give him your anger, you did manage to communicate your irritation. As Fred kissed you and rubbed your pussy through your panties, while you pushed your hands into his pants and briefs and grasped his cock in your hand, you managed to tell him off. “Y-You’re s’psed to be scraping gum off the d-desks – ah!”

“Mm, I’ve a better use for my hands and knees,” Fred whispered, while pressing his mouth hotly against your neck.

“Like what? Ripping off my clothes like some brute?” You muttered grumpily, “First, my bra – ah, yes, there, Fred, harder – now my shirt, you’re just – ah, ah! – t-terrible. No respect, I tell you. I’ve got a problem with authority? Hmpfh. You’ve got a – ah! – a p-problem with authority, mister.”

“What the hell are you on about now?” Fred growled at you, while he peppered your throat with rough kisses and sucks. 

“Ripping my n-nice clothes like that, without a s-second thought,” you replied, trying to keep your voice adamant as you complained, even as you were panting heavily because Fred was rubbing your clit so, so well. “You’ve got n-no patience, so you don’t know how to – mmm – enjoy the f-finer things in l-life.”

“Well, I said I liked you better naked,” Fred grunted. “It was a compliment, so I don’t know what you’re complaining about – uhn!” He groaned just then, however, as you fisted his cock fervently.

“Tch. I spent a ton of money on that lingerie, I’ll have you know,” you muttered. “And to have it a-all ripped open like t-that – ah – without you even appreciating it f-fully. Do you know how b-bad you made me feel? One second I was – ah, ah – feeling all cute in my little lingerie, and the next second, I was just suddenly all bare. S-Stripped of my cuteness, stripped of my fun. How would you like that, huh, Fred? Ah...!”

Fred pressed his fingers against your pussyhole and rubbed your panties against you as he pressed, “I said I liked you better than the lingerie. Isn’t that better? I told you that you were beautiful.”

“Saying pretty words doesn’t cover up the fact that you ignored my efforts – mm, yes, Fred – and t-treated my gift for you s-so disrespectfully.”

“Disrespectful? I said you were beautiful -uhhhn,” Fred moaned, closing his eyes as you yanked his pants down to be able to pump your hand up and down on his cock better. 

“You didn’t even enjoy it,” you whispered beratingly, as you fell onto your knees. “I thought you’d want to lavish me with kisses and shower me with affection because of how I’d dressed up for you. But no. After I went through all that trouble, all you did was rip it off - ”

“- That was me enjoying it - ”

You looked up at Fred as you positioned yourself before his cock. “Like you’re a selfish, stupid boy.”

“That bra was – It was in the way of nicer things,” Fred huffed out. He then reached out with both of his hands and cupped the air, rather rudely explaining what those ‘nicer things’ were to him.

Your eyes narrowed. “Fred, when will you learn?” You slapped his thigh, and he suddenly jolted. Looking up at him and resting your chin on his hip, you whispered, “It’s not about fucking, it’s about the lead-up. It’s about the power and the anticipation. It’s about the feeling of sex dripping off of everything before we even touch each other. The feeling of taking off a woman’s lingerie slowly, or watching the thin fabric slip down her body, and maybe even catch a little here and there – perhaps on her nipples, or on her hips…? I mean, can you imagine that?”

Fred swallowed. “Uh… I – Yeah, I can, I s’pse.” He paused, however, before he said, “But I’d much rather enjoy the tits - ”

You cut him off. “- And I gave you the opportunity to experience that wonderful feeling of sensuality, which is what gives sexuality its body.”

Fred scrunched his nose at you. “What body?”

You ignored his question and asked him instead, while poking him in his thigh, “And what did you do?”

Fred reached down and slapped away your hand.

But you plowed on and answered for him, “That’s right. You ripped it all off in less than a second and threw it away like it was a piece of garbage.”

Fred stuck to his argument, though his voice became slightly sullen. “I… I said you were beautiful.”

“That’s true,” you relented. “I’ll give you a point for that, I suppose.” You lowered your head and began to slowly lick at his cock with your tongue, while you murmured softly, “But still, think about it and tell me. Ripping off a woman’s lingerie like that, without enjoying it, without appreciating her - is that something a man would do or a boy would do? Hm?”

Fred was slowly turning pink – whether because he was embarrassed because of what you were saying or because of the pleasure he felt at having you on his knees, before him, and licking so sweetly at his cock, even he wasn’t sure.

You sighed once more, and Fred felt your warm breath pass sweetly over his cock. He gulped again. But all you said was, “Consider my position. I mean, what am I supposed to do, hm? How can I please my boyfriend when he’s so impatient? And when I try to come up with ways to teach you patience, you ignore them all, and instead drag me into dusty wardrobes to make love to me. As if all you wanted was to fuck me.” You started to lower your head again, and Fred held his breath – but then you paused and looked up at him. "But you would never be so crude, would you, Fred?"

Fred blinked. "What?"

You were holding your hair neatly to the side with one hand, and you looked up at Fred from beneath your lashes as you suddenly whispered, as if a realization had just struck you, “Do you want me to just be a hole for you, Fred? Is that what you want? As soon as you walk into my room, I’m there, waiting for you, all undressed, completely bare, no lingerie, no nothing, legs spread, pussy wet, plug in, touching myself, maybe even moaning your name, and as soon as I see you there, I would beg for you. I would cry out, ‘Oh, Fred, I need you inside me! Please, sir, please, I’m just a hole. I’m just your hole. Take me, please, I’m yours.’ Hmm?”

You weren’t even doing anything to Fred, but Fred was suddenly panting as though he’d run a marathon. His thighs were trembling slightly, and his cock had become quite hard in your hand. You noticed the way his shoulders were rising and falling quite tensely,  and how he was biting down on his lower lip hard.

You barely checked your wicked little smile as you carried on. “Because a man wouldn’t want that. Oh no, he would want his woman to be just as strong and controlling as him. He wouldn’t simply want a hole, would he? No, no. Because he would know how to appreciate his woman. Only boys would be turned on by the idea of his girl waiting for him on her bed, out of her mind with want and need to be filled by her cute little boyfriend, as if all she could think about all day was her boyfriend’s handsome, hard cock - ”

You suddenly stroked Fred’s cock with your hand, and he let out a barely audible whimper. You had to duck your head for a second to hide the tiny laugh that escaped you at his reaction.

But Fred had heard you. He fell back against the wall behind him, with his head lolling slightly against the wall, and he mumbled out desperately, while his cheeks turned pink, “Stop, you’re making me all – all confused.”

“Oh, Fred,” you whispered sweetly. Nearly purring, you shuffled closer to Fred and hugged his waist and kissed his stomach. “You thought you were dragging me into this wardrobe to have your way with me, but there's nowhere you can take me where you'll end up in control. I will always be in control. You know that by now, don't you?"

Fred moaned out, while shifting against the wall and thrusting his hips slightly but aimlessly, as he was looking for your sweet little mouth to fuck, “No, I am in c-control - uhn - Only I can’t t-think and – and – baby, I need you, I need you, I fucking need you - ” He suddenly reached down, grasped your hair at the back tightly, and -

“Mmpfh!” You let out a startled, muffled cry as Fred abruptly pushed you down onto his cock. You felt your lips spread open as his cock thrust through into your mouth. You gasped in surprise, as you suddenly found your mouth crammed full of Fred’s hard, thick cock.

“Mmmm!” You moaned loudly, and Fred groaned as he felt the vibrations from your sweet mouth run up and down his cock.

“Oh, Merlin,” Fred breathed out harshly. He slid both of his hands into your hair and tangled his fingers with his locks. He pushed and pulled at your head, jerking you back and forth, pushing his cock repeatedly into your perfect little mouth. You let out muffled gasps as you took his cock.

Fred groaned loudly, “Baby, fuck!” – when you suddenly pushed Fred back. He fell back against the wall with a thump.

“Fred Weasley!” you growled. “What are you doing to my hair? You’ve been pulling at it all day!” You reached back and patted the back of your hair down.

“No, no,” Fred wheeled, while reaching for you to draw you back in, “it looks good a little messy, I swear.”

You shook your head, disagreeing entirely with him.

“No, really,” Fred croaked out hoarsely. “When your hair’s all – all messed-up like that, you look – you look… just swell.”

You nearly laughed at this outdated phrase. However, you held in your giggle and instead said seriously, “Fred, do you really think I’m swell?”

Fred nodded vigorously.

“Yes?”

“Yes.”

“You’re not just saying that because you’re absolutely desperate to have your cock in my mouth?”

Fred started to nod – then he paused, and began to shake his head – only to pause again and stop, confused.

You openly laughed.

Fred looked down at you. He meant to glare at you, but he only looked betrayed and defeated.

You debated in your head for a second, but Fred’s sweet little puppy expression was too much for you to handle. You sighed. “Oh well… Fine, I guess you can mess up my hair. It's not the first time now, is it?"

Fred reached out at once, but you grabbed his wrists and stared up at him sternly as you stated sternly, “Be nice. And you have to buy me a pretty hair accessory after this."

Fred nodded furiously, clearly not carrying about any future conditions, as long as he got to touch you as he wanted now. He immediately and roughly grasped at your hair again and he pushed his hips forward. You opened your mouth obediently, if not wantingly, and – “Mm!” You let Fred dictate the pace for a little longer, but soon, you were much greedier. You suddenly slipped away – Fred let out a confused sound, for he had closed his eyes to take in the utterly perfect feeling of your mouth on his cock – and you crawled forward quickly on your hands and knees. Then, putting your hands up on the wall on either side of Fred’s hips, you pushed yourself onto his cock even more fervently, gagging on purpose as you took in as much of Fred’s thick, handsome cock as you could into your mouth.

“Mmmphf!” you moaned happily. “Mm, mm, mmm!”

Fred gasped loudly. “Nngh! F-Fuck!” He started breathing quite hard, with his chest rising and falling and filling out his shirt entirely. He barely managed to look down and watch with blurry eyes as your head went up and down on his cock. Godric, she feels so good, taking me like that. What a fucking good girl. Uhnn!!! Fred moaned in his mind.

Gradually, your hands went from the wall to his hips and then back onto his cock, until your hands followed your mouth, and while your mouth was warm and wet on his cock, your hands were twisting and squeezing and going up and down –

“E-Enough! Fuck, you’re g-gonna make me cum,” Fred groaned, and he half-heartedly pushed you away from him.

You fell back on the floor, with a soft, indignant, “ah!”

Fred wondered if you were about to scold him for pushing you off like that, but all you did was smirk and say knowingly, “Trying to save your pride this time, Mr. Three Minutes?”

At this, Fred turned tomato red.

You burst out laughing. “See?” you said, pointing gleefully at him. “You can’t even deny it, can? Oh, poor Freddie – Ah! Fred!” You gasped as Fred suddenly came over, grabbed your arm, and yanked you up. He hurriedly pushed you up against the door. Then, he bit at your neck roughly as he growled, “I’ve had enough of you yapping away.”

Oh… Your eyes widened, and you felt your thighs shiver when you heard his deep, genuine growl. Still, you made your point known, as you protested, “I’m only saying what’s true!”

“Yeah, but it’s you who made me that way,” Fred huffed out. “It’s you who drives me fucking crazy. It’s you who… who…” His voice faded away as he abruptly realized that he was confessing to you.

Meanwhile, you had turned your head and were staring back at him with wide, curious eyes.

Fred blinked. What did I just say?

“Fred,” you whispered. “Is that the truth? Are you telling the truth?”

“I – No – Well - ” Defensive, Fred blurted out, “You know, instead of telling me off for thinking about pranks and pussy, maybe you should think more about boys and - ” Fred leaned forward and bit your ear, making you squirm against the door “ – mischief.”

“What does that even mean?” you said, annoyed. “That’s the dumbest thing anyone’s ever said to me. Well, no, that’s the dumbest thing anyone’s ever said ever.”

Meanwhile, Fred fumbled with the back of your skirt and thrust his hand into your panties, checking that you were still wet.

“Soaked,” he confirmed. “Fucking soaked through. You were just having fun with me, weren’t you? Tch.”

A small smile escaped you and you whispered, rather victoriously, “Well, shouldn’t I?”

Fred growled. At the same time, he impatiently pushed your skirt out of the way, tugged aside your panties, and pushed his aching cock into your tight little hole.

“Ah!” Your hands shot to the spot on the door directly in front of you. Pushing against that little spot, you arched your back, until your head fell back against Fred’s shoulder. Your sweet mouth was now open, letting out your arching cry as Fred finally stuffed you full in your wet cunt.

Fred growled into your ear, “You stupid prefect, it means you should think about me.” He reached over and yanked at your hair. “And only me. No more rules, no more expectations, no more acting stupidly ‘proper’ – just think about me, baby – taking you, being inside of you, making love to you. And think about the better course is to join me and help me with my pranks and to let loose your mischievous side, hm? I know how naughty you are, you little devil. I fucking know - ” he pushed into you so hard that your tummy and hips met the door for a moment, and you moaned lowly and shuddered against the door – “what a mischievous little minx you are. I mean, just fucking your little pussy and feeling how tightly you squeeze around me, like such a slut – I can tell you’re all bad inside.”

“Ah…” you breathed out as you felt your head being tugged back. “F-Fred… I do think about you…”

“Do you?” Fred whispered, softening slightly.

You smirked and finished, “…and how I’ll sabotage your next prank.”

Fred said, through gritted teeth, as he felt your pussy squeezing all over his cock, “Damn you. You just couldn’t let go today, could you? Huh? D’you know how long it took to get that niffler into the castle without Hagrid and Filch finding out?”

You whispered back, “No one told you to waste your time like – ah - that.” You closed your eyes and hummed, “Mmm… Yes, like that,” as you felt Fred’s cock sinking roughly into your pussy. You suddenly lifted your hips and bounced yourself lightly against Fred, clearly enjoying very much the position he’d put you in. 

Fred sighed, both quite annoyed and yet endlessly pleased that you’d gone straight from berating him to voicing your pleasure at his being inside of you.

Only a second later, you reached back and impatiently tapped on Fred’s thigh. “Move.”

Irritated, Fred pushed back, “I’m trying to be nice to you. Let you adjust.”

“Don’t need it,” you said at once. “Move.” You wiggled your hips impatiently. “I said move.”

“Merlin, you’re bossy,” Fred said, annoyed. “Fine. You asked for it, now.” Grabbing your hips tightly, Fred thrust.

“A-Ah! Ah! F-Fred!” A burst of warmth blossomed deep in your tummy. Your eyes widened, and for a long moment, your toes curled in your sneakers.

Oh Godric, you moaned in your head. ‘S so deep, nngh…!

Fred groaned heavily and fell forward, pushing you up against the shelves. Unable to think straight, he leaned down and bit you hard on your shoulder.

“O-Ow, uhn, F-Fred, baby,” you muttered, feeling his teeth against your skin and also feeling your breasts and tummy sink into the wooden shelves.

“Uhn, fuck,” Fred breathed out. His hands fumbled all over your hips for a moment, before he managed to find your hands. Grasping your hands in his, he made you put your hands up on the shelves. Then, pinning you down like that, with his chest pressed snug against your back and his chin resting on your shoulder, Fred whispered, “You may have won the battle today, but I’ll win the war.”

Your breath caught – but you fought past it and whispered back, “I’ll never let you, Mr. Three Minutes.”

Fred slammed into you then and you cried out blissfully – “Ah!” and lost all sense of thought after that.

You vaguely remembered that when you started to cum, Fred disappeared from behind you. You let out a displeased cry, wanting him back at once and needing him to press his wonderfully warm body up against yours again. But then, you gasped as you realized that Fred had fallen to his knees and was now greedily pulling you to him. You grabbed at the shelves before you with your hands, but your feet had already slid back. Fred moaned loudly before he buried his face between your legs to lap up every bit of your cum, dripping sweetly from your flushed little pussy – and then to make you cum more.

You let out a long, low moan as you felt Fred’s tongue push greedily at your pussyhole – and then slip in. “Fred!” you breathed out loudly.

A muffled cry escaped Fred, as he was too busy tasting you and fucking you with his tongue to give much of a coherent reply.

When you came again, Fred pressed his face against you so deeply that he pushed your entire body forward, and you felt yourself sliding into the shelves.

“Fred!” you complained, but he wrapped his arms around both of your thighs and kept your anchored there.

At some point, Fred had gotten quite good at eating you out. In fact, he’d gotten much better at it than you would care to admit, and you suddenly found yourself at high risk for becoming the mindless, pathetic, whimpering puddle that you often teased Fred for becoming.

But I’m not Fred, you reminded yourself fiercely. I’m not as easily distracted, and I know how to hold onto my power and my dignity – ah! Ah, ah, ah!

You bit down hard on your lower lip to contain the feverish, wanton cries that were threatening to burst out of you as Fred, with his head buried between your legs, busily licked, kissed, sucked, and tongued your cunt to heaven. 

Ohhh… you moaned in your head. I-I’m close – ah! – I’m so close… Ahhh…!

You tried to cum quietly, pressing your fist against your mouth, but it was difficult. Fred was treating you so good, like a proper queen, and whenever you came, instead of thinking it was over, Fred only seemed to be spurred on more, as he was determined to lap up every drop of your sweet cum. And whenever you pulled away be so much as an inch, to try to prolong the moment before cumming, Fred dragged you right back, sometimes pulling just your hips forward, but when you resisted at all, he pulled your entire body forward, shifting you, and he didn’t even seem to notice.

“Fred – This isn’t – I wanna – Let’s find a – a proper b-bed,” you moaned loudly, as fifteen minutes later, your elbows were rubbed raw as you kept shifting back and forth against the shelf that you were leaning over.

“Nuh,” was all Fred said, before he put his mouth back onto your pussy and at the same time, reached up to rub your clit with his slender, handsome fingers.

You cried out loudly – and your cries echoed slightly in that tiny, enclosed space. Your legs trembled all over and then, after a while, your feet began to slip over the stone floor because of how much you were shaking. 

At one point, when you came, your legs buckled and your thighs bowed together. Fred had to shift back for a moment, and he whined as he realized he wouldn’t be able to have you cum on his mouth this time. But all you said was, “Shush, puppy, this is your fault, so you – you have to – to wait,” and he waited patiently for you to find your strength and open up your legs for him again.

As soon as you managed to split apart your shaking thighs away, Fred pushed his face back between your thighs. “Mine, mine, mine,” Fred growled, while biting and kissing you all over your thighs and tonguing your pussy roughly. “Mm, yes. You’re so pretty, baby. All wet and shaking…” He let out a furious, deep growl as he buried his head between your legs.

You let out a choked whimper and bowed your head to huff out heavy breaths.

And then, finally, when you were dizzy and blurry and shuddering from cumming so much, Fred stood up, grabbed your hips, and pushed his aching cock back into your aching hole – and you both gasped desperately, so terribly and wonderfully overwhelmed by how sensitive you’d made each other and how fucking much you still wanted each other.

“Nnghhh…” you bleated out tiredly.

“Baby - ” Fred began worriedly. His own voice was hoarse, as he started to say, “If you want to st - ”

But you snapped back at him, “D-Don’t you dare stop. I s-swear to Merlin, if you stop now, I will kill you, Fred Weasley.”

That was, of course, exactly what Fred wanted to hear. So, he thrust right back into you, ignoring his own burning muscles – and you moaned appropriately, taking into your pussy as much of Fred’s hard, needy cock as you possibly could. And you loved it, you fucking loved it, because it felt so good, yes, but also because it was Fred, and in your heart of hearts, you wanted and needed Fred to be as close to you as he could possibly be. 

“F-Fred,” you huffed out.

“What?”

“D-D’you think it’s n-normal for two people to – ah – w-want each other so much?” you wondered aloud, even as you felt Fred’s cock pounding into you from behind and you knew you wanted more. “And a-all the time, too?”

Fred merely replied, in total honesty, “D-Don’t care, baby, I want you,” and kept going.

“But I r-really meant to give you d-detention tonight,” you stuttered out.

“You didn’t mean for this to happen?” Fred whispered hoarsely.

You shook your head.

“You didn’t mean to end up in a dusty wardrobe, with your neat shirt all ripped open, your thighs drenched with cum, and your little pussy getting fucked so hard it definitely belongs to me, your boyfriend?” Fred panted out, as he rutted into you.

You shook your head harder. "No, I even got up - ah - early to i-iron my shirt. It wasn't - I didn't think you'd r-ruin it like t-that."

"Well, you should have thought ahead, shouldn't you?" Fred said, rather meanly. "You know what happens to dictators and devils, don't you? They fall. They get their comeuppance."

"But I'm - I'm an angel," you murmured back.

"Mm, I don't think so," Fred said knowingly. "With the way your pussy gets all tight for me - no, I wouldn't ever call you an angel." He leaned over and bit your ear softly. He whispered lowly into your ear, "Hellcat" - and then he thrust into you.

"Ah!" you gasped.

"Bend over more on the shelf," Fred told you. He pushed his hands down against the arch of your back and said impatiently, "C'mon."

"Don't push, Fred," you said irritably. But even as you told him off, you dutifully leaned over, until you were nearly pressing your cheek against the shelf. In so doing, you naturally pushed your hips and pussy out slightly more.

Fred quickly grabbed your hips again and he pushed himself back into you. He groaned loudly as he felt his cock burrow deeper inside of you than before. Fuck, she's tight... Mm, she takes me so well, my girl, he moaned in his head. All tight and wet. And I'm gonna cum in her. Gonna fill her up with me. Yes... Yes, yes, yes!

Oh - oh - ohhh! Godric, he's so deep in me! you gasped in your head. A series of desperate moans fell from your lips, “Uhn… Uh… Uhn!”

Fred was now hitting you deeper and deeper, and he quickly lost himself in the utter ecstasy of pounding your sweet, warm, and tight pussy. He was holding your hips so tightly and, having pressed you up against the shelves, you had no place to go, and when Fred glanced down to see his broad hands covering your shapely hips and your shoulders shivering all over as you made every effort to hold yourself together as Fred fucked your cunt, it made his head spin with how much he wanted you.

Fred praised you breathlessly, “Mm, baby, has anyone ever told you that you look fucking perfect, taking my cock so well?”

To which you replied, irritatingly rationally, “N-No, why would anyone e-ever say that to – ah – me?”

“Well,” Fred scoffed, “they should.” And he proceeded to snap his hips forward, slamming his cock inside of you.

“Ahhh!” You moaned and arched your back – and Fred fell in love with you all over again, thinking that you looked absolutely stunning like that.

“There you go,” Fred whispered lowly. He ran his hands appreciatively all over you as he fucked you, and both of your cries became more and more hoarse and needy until –

“Uhn!”

“Mmmmm!”

Fred kissed you messily all over the back of your shoulders as he came inside of you, and you, still leaning forward onto the shelves, took it all like a champ – letting Fred lean on top of you and kiss you and at the same time, taking in every bit of his hot, white cum in your tired little pussy.

Then, Fred whispered, “Sign the form, baby. After all, you have made me work tonight. On my knees and everything…”

“W-What…?” you mumbled tiredly. Your entire body felt feverish, and your pussy was still pulsing, and you could feel Fred’s cum inside of you, filling you right up.

“Here.” You felt Fred push something into your hand. The next second, Fred pressed into you slightly, with his chest against your back, and his hand wrapped warmly around yours. You felt your hand move… You blinked your eyes open tiredly and looked to see that Fred was guiding you to sign your name on the detention form, confirming that he’d finished his detention duties.

Oh… No… you thought. I meant to hold onto this for much longer… It was my ‘call Fred in for the evening’ ticket. I didn’t want to let go of it so soon.

“Fred,” you bleated out. Only – snatch! Fred grabbed the paper out from under your hand and he stuffed it into his jacket pocket.

“Thanks, love,” he whispered. “But I’ll leave you a little ‘thank you’ gift in your pocket, all right? Open it when you can.”

“Hm?” As the buzzing slowly faded from your blushing body, you realized that Fred was fixing your clothes for you. As you watched, he took something out of his own jacket pocket and put it in yours.

Fred came over to you and helped you put on your shirt and jacket. When he helped you button up your shirt, you looked up at him. You weren’t sure what kind-of gaze you gave him, but Fred paused, leaned down, and kissed you again.

It was a long kiss, and surprisingly soft. You found yourself quite surprised at how Fred was suddenly taking his time with you, lavishing your mouth with soft, sweet kisses. His hands were at your waist, but he was holding you quite lightly. You could feel his palms grazing across your waist through your shirt… You slowly wrapped your arms around Fred’s shoulders and tilted your head slightly. Fred followed you well, still only kissing you gently, but pressing his lips to yours for a long, long time. At some point, the two of you began to breathe together, taking in air at the same time while keeping your mouths pressed together in a rather dreamy fashion.  

Wow… Your head spun a little, not with how intense it was, but how intimate it was. You felt yourself getting dizzy all over again. Oh, but why…? What’s going on? Startled, your heart suddenly skipped a beat. You quickly stepped away from Fred, breaking the kiss.

Fred stood there, breathing quite heavily. He was thinking the same thing as you were: What the hell was that?

Um, it must just be the aftermath of such intense sex, you told yourself, as you quickly got dressed. But even then, you knew that that wasn’t true.

You quietly patted down your hair. “Should we – ahem – Should we go back?” you asked, trying to sound like your normal self.

“Yeah…” Fred’s voice was soft. His normally playful tone of voice had melted into a strangely patient tone. And even his tall, lanky stature seemed less arrogant, and rather quieter and more centered.

He suddenly seems... dependable. Like someone I can rely on, someone I can imagine being by my side, through thick and thin, for the rest of my – You swallowed hard, and you cut off your thoughts. No, what am I saying to myself? Godric, I can’t – I can’t seem to think straight.

All of a sudden, you blurted out (even though Fred wasn’t actually standing that close to you and wasn’t moving towards you in the slightest), “That’s enough, Fred! No more. Don’t be so pathetic.”

Fred blinked. “Huh?”

You said adamantly, “You’ve got your detention form signed, so let’s – let’s get out of here!”

You wrenched open the wardrobe door and left first.

“Hey, wait, I’ll walk you back,” Fred called after you.

But just then, you stuck your hand into the wardrobe and held up your index finger. “No! You stay there and count to one hundred before you come out of there. And next time – gum!”

Fred’s nose crinkled in total confusion. However, you were already gone, and Fred had to stay there, in that dark, musty wardrobe, and wait until you were gone. He didn’t count to one hundred, but he did think about you and by the time he was done musing over your blushing face and strange personality, it was much longer than one hundred seconds.

Reckon it could easily be a whole lifetime, Fred thought, as he finally opened the wardrobe door and stepped back out. But then, a satisfied smirk passed over his face as he realized, Well, I don’t know what the hell that was at the end, but I did get what I wanted from that. Not only did I get her to sign off on my detention form without me scraping off gum, but I wonder when’s she going to notice the other little tricks I played on her… We’ll see. The normal bounce in his step had fully returned by the time Fred left the classroom. He immediately slipped into a secret passageway, intending to meet George and Lee to steal back the niffler.   

*     *     *     *     *     *     *     *     *     *

You sat next to Kenneth at the dinner table.

Kenneth looked over at you. “Hello.”

You smiled pleasantly at him. “Hi, Ken.” You waited to see if he’d notice anything about you.

Kenneth only sipped his goblet of pumpkin juice.

You let out a quiet breath of relief.

But then, he said quietly, “You’re missing a button.”

You looked down – and sure enough, you could see a glimpse of your tummy due to a missing button. You quickly covered it with your hand.

“And your hair’s sticking up in the back.”

Ah! You dropped your plate and reached back over your shoulder. Fred yanked at it quite a bit today, didn’t he? you though, as you hurriedly patted down the back of your hair. He’s really bad at treating me nicely. Well, except for whatever that was at the end… When he fixed my clothes for me… And that soft kiss… Anyways.

You looked over at Kenneth and said, with a small smile, “Thanks.”

Kenneth shook his head and said something under his breath, but you didn’t quite catch it.

You started to ask him what he had said, when Kenneth held out a thick envelope to you. It was stamped with “Ministry of Magic – Official Invitation” on the front.

Your eyes widened. “Oh, Ken, it isn’t - ?”

Kenneth nodded. He held up a second, identical envelope. “Yes. I got mine, too. McGonagall left yours with me. She said you were busy supervising a detention and asked me to give – whoa!”

Kenneth started when you flung your arms around him and squeezed him in a hug. Then, you grabbed the envelope from his hand and eagerly ripped it open. “An interview! They want to interview us for possible Wizengamot internships!” You looked up at Kenneth and beamed. “We’ve got to do well! We can drill questions together and study the Wizengamot’s history, structure, and policies.”

A slow smile passed over Kenenth’s face. “Yeah,” he agreed, “that would be a smart thing to do. Let’s do that.”

*     *     *     *     *     *     *     *     *     *

“It is kinda cute, isn’t it?” Lee was lying on the floor of his, Fred, and George’s dormitory, while dangling a piece of lettuce in front of the niffler they had managed to steal back. The niffler was decidedly uninterested. Instead, the niffler started sniffing at a small button on Fred’s desk. Fred, who was pulling out the draft order from for Weasleys’ Wizard Wheezes from his desk drawer, noticed.

“Oi, that isn’t yours. Paws off,” Fred muttered, shooing the niffler away.

“Yeah, well, don’t get too attached,” George cautioned. “You can’t keep it as a pet. Unless you come with Fred and me to start out shop in two months. What d’you say, Lee? You’ve helped us make all of our stuff, helped us test it, and helped us set up shop. Come with us, mate.”

At this, Lee groaned and turned over onto his back. “I can’t. I want to, but I can’t. My mum would kill me.”

“So? Our mum’s going to kill us and then dig us back up just to Avada Kedavra us again,” George said knowingly. “Join the club.”

Fred looked over the order form. They were nearly finished with figuring out all of the pricing again. But when he made to flip over the form, he realized that he’d also accidentally pulled out the copy of their lease agreement.

Lee was still speaking. Now having picked up the niffler and put him on his stomach, Lee complained, “Yeah, but you’ve got siblings who’ve already done good by your parents. Me, I’m all by myself, so if I don’t do things right, my parents think the world’s coming to an end and they blame themselves and, it’s just… ugh! - “

Just then, Fred interrupted, “Hey, George.”

“What?”

“This lease… It starts in two months.”

“Yeah.”

“But what if we start the lease without starting out physical store?” George paused. “What d’you mean? It’d be stupid not to use it as soon as we can. It’s too expensive to justify using it as only a storage place. And it’s not like we can rely on staff to run it when we haven’t set anything up ourselves. I mean, let’s face it, if we don’t do well, we won’t be able to afford staff beyond us two - ”

“- And me - ” Lee interjected.

“Yeah, but you’re not joining for another two years,” George said.

Lee sighed, and the niffler, who had been unable to find anything shiny in the boys’ dormitory, sighed with him.

George looked back at Fred. “Don’t you want to open our store? I mean, it’s all we’ve been waiting for for over a year. I thought you couldn’t wait to get the hell out of here.”

“Yeah, of course,” Fred replied. “I do want to get the hell out of here. And it’s the dream – to have our own store and actually start selling our products.”

George nodded. He came over and clapped a hand on Fred’s shoulder. “We’re so close, Fred. We’re really almost there.”

Fred grinned. “Yeah, I know.”

“Oi, Lee,” George called.

“What?”

“Stop moping around and help finish up the prices,” George said.

Fred, who was holding the order form, tossed it at Lee.

Lee sat up, grumbling, “Don’t order me about, when I’m the only one who can manage to figure out the prices.”

Fred was now holding just the lease agreement. He stared at it, and his grin faded slightly. He slowly put down the agreement and his eyes flickered over to the drawer where he’d just put away your button.

Behind him, Lee murmured thoughtlessly, “Hm… punching telescope. How much went into making that?”

“Not much for the actual construction,” George replied. “Just crossed the blueprint of the mechanisms of a regular ol’ jack-in-the-box with the blueprint of the shell of a telescope, and there you have it.”

“How much for creating the permanent ink?” Lee asked. “I assume a lot because it’s a novelty - ”

“Nope,” Fred said lightly. “Didn’t cost a thing.”

“Really?” Lee said, surprised. “How come?”

“Because,” Fred replied, “I know someone really, really smart.”

“Did you pay this person?” Lee asked seriously.

Fred thought about it. “I deposited a bit of payment into her pocket today… But it was more of a ‘thank you’ gift than anything else.”

Lee shrugged. “Okay, then, moving on.”

Fred smiled slyly to himself. Yeah, it’s a ‘thank you gift’ all right. In truth, Fred was now secretly waiting for you to come to him, in what he hoped would be a heightened state of fury.

All’s fair in love and war. Putting his feet up on the desk, Fred whistled lowly as he thought affectionately, And with my little hellcat, I’ve somehow managed to find both.

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Foxtail & Wolfsbane 43

Summary: Your lifelong obsession to hunt down the Nine-Tailed Fox has not gone as expected, and seventeen years later, you find yourself coming back to the place where it all started: Hogwarts. However, with Sirius Black’s escape from Azkaban and Headmaster Dumbledore’s hire of a certain Professor R. J. Lupin, you suddenly find yourself intertwined in the fates of those with whom you thought you had parted ways with long ago.

[Multi-Post Story] [Rowan Scamander x Reader] [Remus Lupin x Reader] [Young Sirius Black x Reader] [Tristan Graves x Reader] [Severus Snape x Reader] *Note: Rowan Scamander, Tristan Graves, Susana Holmes, Cas Carneirus, Henrietta Weiss, Thomas Picquery, and Magdalene Clarke are OC characters.

Note: Part 43 does not contain any smut.

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A brush of warm air against the arch of your shoulder,

A flicker of sunshine flitting past your forehead,

A tiptoe of touch leaving warmth forevermore within the small crook of your neck,

A whisper of love half-muttered, only to be lost between the meeting of two warm, needy mouths,

A tingle of secrets, an unspoken craving trailing around and around the both of you,

Neigh indistinguishable shapes curling around each other, over and over again,

Like two moths wrapped up in the same summer flower, you and Remus were dozing off in bed, but neither of you truly fell asleep, as you were too busy giving each other little, glancing kisses and finding new ways to hug and hold each other, even as your eyes were closed and your minds wandering.

You were dreaming of each other, not just in your slumber, but in the waking world as well.

It had taken you and Remus so absurdly long to get to this place of being able to hold each other, that now you couldn’t let go. Sleepily, Remus hugged you against him as he leaned down, and mumbling nonsensical affections, he tiredly brushed his lips against your eyelids. Dazedly, you reached out blindly for a moment before your fumbling arms made your way around Remus, too, and you clutched right back onto him. Burying your face happily against his chest, you let out a light snore and then, without being really conscious of it, you peppered his chest with soft kisses before you relaxed once more in his arms. Only, a moment later, while Remus had fallen asleep with his mouth half-open and his arm draped around you, his arm slipped slightly from your hip. Stubborn even in your sleep, you pressed yourself tighter against Remus and you gave his chest a soft, wanting bite. Remus instinctively brought his arm back around you, sensing what you desired even in his sleep. You let out a contented sigh and you placed a fuzzy kiss on his chest to replace your bite.

As Remus fell into a deeper sleep, he turned into you slightly, suddenly pinning you against the bed. You instinctively twitched a little, but then, you slid both your arms around Remus and squeezed him tightly and you even lifted your head kissed him all down his neck before falling back against your pillow and going back to sleep.

Unfortunately, the blankets had followed Remus and wrapped around him, so that you were now under two layers of blankets and Remus. You quickly became overheated. Remus, too, was now cocooned into the blanket, and he was sweltering.

It was impossible to tell who started it, whether your half-awake mumbles were complaints about the heat, whose hands were whose, and who started to tug at whose clothes first, but somehow, it came to be that both of you had discarded your shirts and pants onto the floor, and were now sleeping quite peacefully in simply your underwear.

You remembered nothing particular of that night, but you did remember how vaguely but intensely wonderful it felt to feel Remus press back up against you in bed and to feel his warmth surrounding you as he carefully but firmly pinned you back down again beneath him and you swore that his lovely scent became stronger, and you even buried your face against the crook of his neck for a moment just to take in his scent… At some point, Remus’ fingers slipped between yours… and the two of you were holding hands. The blanket was tangled around your feet and you impatiently kicked it away (nearly kicking Remus in his shins) and then tangled your legs gently with Remus.

Remus let out a soft noise of confusion, and he squeezed your hand in his and then, he trapped one of your ankles between his legs and squeezed gently there, too. You let out a soft, blurry moan, and Remus tried to kiss you – he missed, and kissed your nose, but that was plenty fine, and you smiled a little as you fell back into your sweet, confused little dreams. Remus followed you there, and when you met, you reached out for each other and held each other there, too.

Light snores filled the air, as you and Remus, all wrapped up with other another, fell into a blissful sleep right as the sun broke the horizon.

*     *     *     *     *     *     *     *     *     *

BANG!

You and Remus both shot up from the bed in shock.

A furious voice blared out, “I know you got my message! Nine hundreds dollar spent all at once, without any warning, at a library, for defacing books!? What in heaven’s name were you think -!?”

You jumped up from the bed, grabbed the blanket, and madly tackled Remus with it, attempting to envelope him in it and hide him from view.

Fwump.

Remus shouted in a muffled voice as he was pushed backwards into the bed. Unfortunately, he was quite tall and your covering his face with a sheet did nothing to hide his ankles and feet from sticking out of the blanket.

Your mother stopped dead in her tracks. Her jaw dropped for a moment.

Whipping your head around while still keeping Remus firmly tacked under the sheet, you cried out, “Mum, no!”

Your mother’s eyes narrowed, which was a most dangerous sign.

Just then, a somber little voice came huffing out, “Erm – can’t – quite – breathe - ”

“Oh!” You ripped the blanket off of Remus.

Remus sat up, flustered – and then, while wearing nothing but his boxers and sporting incredible bed hair, he made direct eye contact with your mother. His mouth fell open.

“No,” your mother growled. “Are you - ” she jabbed her finger at you “and you - ” she jabbed her finger at Remus “back together again?”

Remus slyly (but not slyly enough) picked up a pillow and cowered behind him.

“Answer me!” your mother roared.

“Yes!” you blurted out, at the same time as Remus gulped and whispered, “‘Fraid so.”

Your mother puffed in a humongous breath.

“Mum, let’s be calm here - ” you began.

“WHAT DID I SAY TO YOU ABOUT LUPIN!?” your mother shouted. She reached over and snatched Remus’ pillow out of his hands.

Remus blinked as he suddenly felt himself holding nothing but empty air.

Meanwhile, you had scurried off of the bed and started to half-run and half-trip over the complete mess of clothes and objects (ironically, all of the things you’d bought yesterday) away from your mother.

Your mother was too dignified to chase you, but as she gave the pillow a good hurl – thump! – and it hit you in the back.

“Ow!” you complained (even though, with it being a pillow, it didn’t hurt one whit). “Mum!”

“And what is this – this mess?” your mother said, staring at the pile of (what seemed to her) junk scattered all over the floor. “Why is there an orange rolling around the floor?”

Even as she spoke, you tripped backwards over the Astronomy book and landed ungracefully on your butt.

Remus, seeing you fall, started to make for you to help you, but he stepped on the (very unripe) pear. The pear went spinning, and Remus tumbled forward – your mother yelped and stepped out of the way – and he landed straight onto you.

“Remus!” you gasped. You grabbed his arms as the two of you fell onto the floor together. The two of you fell in a heap, in a mess of tangled arms and legs. Meanwhile, it occurred to you that you were both still wearing no clothes.

Remus seemed to have gone into a trance. He was staring hard at your chest with a furrowed brow.

Not the time, Remus! you thought frantically, very aware of the fact that your mother was boring a hole into the back of his head.

Giving up on everything except the state of your and Remus’ nudity, you half sat-up and reached over and grabbed a shirt off of the floor and jammed it over Remus’ head. Remus sputtered, but he got the message and he sat up and hurriedly dragged the shirt on. Too late, the two of you realized that it was your shirt, and it was stretched awfully tight on him and stopped above his belly button, but it was too late. You handed Remus the sparkling silver-and-blue tapestry from last night, which he dutifully wrapped around his waist. Meanwhile, you pulled on Remus’ shirt, which fell all the way down to just above your knees.

You got up as quickly as you could, nearly headbutting Remus. Remus was quick enough to duck, but he keeled over in an extremely ungraceful way.

“Remus,” you chided him, not realizing that he’d been trying to avoid you, “what are you doing? C’mon, get up.” You reached out and grabbed his hand and pulled him up.

Your mother had been watching you both with a murderous gaze and her eyebrows had gone higher and higher as she saw the two of you put together the most ridiculous outfits, until finally, her eyebrows seemed to have disappeared into her hairline.

“Well,” she said thinly, “are you done with your morning circus?”

Honestly, it might as well be a circus, you thought. My head is spinning and I feel like garbage.

“Mum,” you said as calmly as possible. Besides you, Remus meekly bowed his head and folded his hands together.

“I understand you’re upset, but could you please go downstairs and wait for us to come down?” you asked.

Your mother sighed. “Fine.” But as she turned for the door, she stopped and said, “It’s past noon, for heaven’s sake. How lazy are you two?” She started to leave again, but as she walked out of the door, she warned, “And no funny business! I expect you to be down shortly.”

“Yes, no – no funny business,” Remus agreed, half-calling out to her and half-mumbling in shame.

You rolled your eyes. “We’re not going to do anything when you’re downstairs waiting for us, Mum. Honestly. Just go down! We’ll be there in a second.”

Your mother harrumph-ed and closed the door behind her.

*     *     *     *     *     *     *     *     *     *

When the door closed, you and Remus turned and stared at each other.

Remus’ face was very flushed. Even as you watched him now, the pink sprouted up to the very tips of his ears and then – you swore even the curl on his forehead was going pink.

“Rem, it’s okay,” you said softly, even laughing a little.

Remus reached up and ruefully scratched the back of his neck, as he murmured, “Not a great start with impressing the in-law, though…”

You blinked. In-law? However, you decided that now was not the moment. Instead, you found your pajama pants and began to pull them on. As you did, you wondered, “Why were we practically naked? I don’t remember that happening.” You looked over at Remus. “Do you?”

Remus shook his head.

“By the way,” you mentioned, “my shirt looks great on you.”

Embarrassed, Remus smiled weakly as he pulled off your shirt. He came over to you, to trade shirts with you.

However, when you pulled off his shirt, Remus suddenly put his arm around your waist and pulled you to him. Your hand naturally pressed up against his chest.

“Oh,” you whispered. Your heart gave a soft jump. “I wish we could, but we promised my mother no funny business, remember?”

“Huh?”

“She’s waiting downstairs.”

“I know that,” Remus said. “But, Lovely… What is this?” He very gently put his hand to your chest – right over your huge, knotted scar, that marked the furious battle you had fought with the succubus.

Oh, that’s right. My scar… I’ve trained myself not to look down at it anymore, you thought. Even now, whenever you glimpsed it as you put on clothes or when you were in the shower, you winced slightly. Furthermore, now that Rowan had left, every time you caught sight of the scar, a huge guilt pierced through your chest, suddenly making it difficult to breathe.

You reached up and, gently pushing Remus hand off, you put your own hand over the scar, hiding it from view. Not quite able to meet Remus’ eyes, you said simply, “It’s a long story. I’ll tell it to you another time.”

“But – But are you all right?” Remus wondered.

“Yes.” You softly pushed Remus’ shirt against his chest. “Now, please put that on. Anyways, I have to go downstairs. My mum’s still waiting, remember?”

“Yes, right.” Remus dragged his shirt on.

A few minutes later, finally fully dressed, you tromped down the stairs to meet your mother.

*     *     *     *     *     *     *     *     *     *

You expected your mother to be waiting for you with an angry expression on her face, but you instead found her made dizzy with surprise between Sirius grabbing Kreacher and yanking him out of the room for saying mean things to your mother, Tonks cheerily pouring her coffee and talking at a hundred miles an hour while her hair flashed from bright pink to orange to purple, and Moody staring distastefully at the pumpkin juice, with his eerie magical eye whizzing about in its socket.

“Hi, Mum,” you said, sitting down next to her.

Tonks poured you a cup of coffee too.

“Thanks,” you said, as you accepted it.

Tonks shot your mother a careful look. Scooting closer to you, she said quietly, “Maybe it’s not my place to ask, but – well, are you with Remus now?”

You looked at Tonks – at her bright, hopeful face and vibrant hair, and you felt a puncture in your heart. Oh, God, you thought. Tonks… I’m so sorry. You slowly nodded.

“Right.” Tonks let out a heavy sigh.

You started to reach out to her, to take her hand, but Tonks quickly pulled herself back together.

“No, no,” she said, smiling as big as she could. “It was the best situation, really. I’m really – That’s so great.”

“Tonks…”

Tonks got up from the table. “Anyways, I don’t want to intrude on you and your mum any longer. I’ll go out in the hallway. Mad-Eye, c’mon!” She grabbed Moody and yanked him out into the hallway.

You stared after her for a long moment. I saw it. The hurt in her eyes, the sadness… I think… She really loved Remus. You swallowed hard.

Your mother spoke up. “What, did you do something terrible to that poor girl?”

Glumly, you answered, “I think I did.”

Your mother frowned. “What kind-of trouble are you getting yourself into these days, huh?”

You shook your head. “It’s not like that, Mum.”

“What d’you mean, it’s not like that? Where did that tremendous library fee come from?”

“About that.” You looked at your mother guiltily. “I’m sorry. I was in an emergency and I ripped the pages from several books. It turns out that they were expensive books. And… Well, I didn’t have any money.”

“What sort-of job do you have that you can’t pay this fee?” your mother asked, staring at you beadily.

Weakly, you mumbled, “That’s a – a good question.”

A beat passed.

“YOU DON’T HAVE A JOB AT ALL!?”

Upstairs, Remus, who had been cleaning up the room, dropped the orange in his hands as he heard your mother’s voice resonating throughout the large, grim house.

*     *     *     *     *     *     *     *     *     *

It took you over two hours to persuade your mother that you were fine, that you were on the path to getting a real job, and that you and Remus had only just gotten back together and were still “casual” (though it most certainly is not, you amended in your head). Finally, with the promise of coming to see your mother in two weeks (“To check in, because clearly, you need some motivation to grow up,” your mother seethed at you), you managed to usher your mother out the front door.

Just before you managed to swing the front door shut in her face, she yelled out, “And you let me talk to that Remus Lupin! He deserves a run-down for not telling you the truth before I did!”

You shut the front door before turning around and sinking back onto it. You let out a breath. You meant to shut your eyes, to give yourself a moment. Only, Remus was standing in front of you, blinking rather furiously at you.

“Hello, Remus,” you said cheerfully.

Remus blinked back at you.

You walked up to him. You reached up – he shifted back slightly – but you smiled and gently pushed back the curl resting on his forehead. As you did, you whispered, “Think that’s in your eyes a bit, Rem.”

Remus hesitated.

“Want breakfast?” You grasped his hand and pulled him along to the kitchen. “I��m starving, frankly. I skipped dinner yesterday and I’ve used more energy in wrangling my mother than I normally use in a week.”

You led Remus to a chair at the table. Then, you pushed up your sleeves and began to throw together breakfast when -

“Lovely.”

You paused.

Remus was still sitting at the table, but he was looking over at you now.

“Yes?” you said.

“You did say you were angry.”

“About?”

“About my never having told you… what I was.” Remus’ voice fell into a whisper. “On the ship. You said that you would be much more obvious about how angry you were, if there hadn’t been so many chaotic things going on.”

“Ah, I did say that, didn’t I?” You put the pan down on the countertop and faced Remus, giving him your complete attention.

“And before that, when we were on watch together, watching over Lovegood’s house.” Remus swallowed. “I will never forgot how distraught you looked.”

You crossed your arms and bit down on your lower lip. You recalled the moment when your mother had told you Remus’ secret – and all of your long years suddenly made terrible sense in one blazing moment. It had shocked you no less than a bolt of lightning would have, and you had wandered around, dazed and hurt, with no sense of direction, for a long time afterwards. And poor Rowan had had to pick up the pieces… You closed your eyes.

Remus waited for you to speak, though you noticed how he was clutching his hands together, as through in pray, just under the table.

Finally, opening your eyes again, you spoke in slow, thoughtful tones. “I don’t know. It’s hard to explain. Why does it linger like this, I wonder?” You took a long, slow breath. “It still hurts, but I don’t know why. I should be over it. It isn’t your fault, Remus. I understand your intentions. I know it was difficult for you, too. And I know what it’s like to be afraid to be seen as anything less than human. This is just… me being petty, I suppose.”

“You’re never petty,” Remus said quietly.

At this, you smiled at him. “Neither are you.”

Both of you lapsed into silence. There was no anger, no blame placed, no hurtful words – simply an honest conversation about your feelings and your past together.

It was still a difficult thing – this thorny feeling within you, and yet, you loved that you could talk about it now and that Remus had brought it up first. He knew that it was important to you, and this was his way of trying to get it right this time – the same as you had done for him last night.

Both of you knew, too, that wherever this conversation went, you two would still be together. It was a truly safe space.

So, you suggested, “Well, shall we take this opportunity to be a little petty?”

Remus cocked his head to the side. He exhaled slightly, as he asked, “What do you mean?”

“Y’know, I’ll pretend to be mad at you.” You nodded at him and said, “If there’s anything you’d like to get off your chest, you can be mad at me too. We’ll just get everything off our plates at once.”

Remus’ eyes went wide, and he shook his head at you.

“Are you sure?” you asked, smiling a little at him to let him know it was all right.

Remus said quietly, “I’m sure.”

“Well, then.” You reached behind you and grabbed the pan. Then, you stuck it out in the air, pointing it at Remus. “You make the eggs.”

Remus got up and shuffled over to you. As he took the pan from you, you very nearly smiled. But you caught yourself and bit your lower lip, and you managed to make a bit of a grumpy face at him as you passed him the pan.

“Hmpf,” you grumbled, and you quickly turned away from him, as if you were angry. But in truth, you were just trying to hide the merry sparkle in your eyes and on your lips.

Remus quietly and methodically made the eggs, watching them carefully until they were ready to flip and taking great care not to break them as he scraped them out of the pan. When he came out, carrying two plates of eggs, you remained silent, even though you were enjoying the way the morning sunlight caught at his still-frazzled hair and illuminated some of the old scars running down his cheek and chin.

The two of you ate quietly, not speaking. You kept your head down, fighting back smiles as Remus kept twitching and looking over at you.

Afterwards, you said, rather aloof, “Thank you.” Then, you began to collect the dishes to do the washing.

“Let me,” Remus said.

“No, I’ll do it,” you said firmly.

“But I - ”

“I can do the dishes.”

Remus came with you, anyways. He fidgeted around you, first trying to help you turn on the faucet, then taking out the soap, and then trying to find the dish towel to dry the dishes with.

“You don’t have to do that by hand. We have magic,” you reminded him.

“Yes, but I want to help.”

As Remus waited for you to wash another dish and hand it to him to dry, he kept bending his head down to catch a glimpse of your expression.

“You don’t have to wait on me. I’ve got it,” you told him.

Remus shook his head and he reached over and took another plate from you. However, he was still looking at you, and his fingers slipped on the soapy plate. The plate bounced on the counter. Fortunately, it didn’t break. Then, it began to roll – Remus hurriedly reached out and caught it before it could tumble off the counter. Blushing, he wiped it down and put it away. Then, inevitably, his gaze wandered back to you –

Fed up, you finally said, “Sit!”

“Huh?”

You pointed at the table. “Just sit!”

Remus glanced down at you. “Oh…” He put down the dish towel and then made his way back to the table.

Gah, I don’t want to make him have that expression, even if we’re just playing, you thought. You turned around. You meant to say, “All right, game over,” when you suddenly heard Remus let out a large, body-wracking sneeze.

You hurriedly turned around – only to find Remus sitting behind a huge bouquet of flowers.

And then – sneeze! – the entire bouquet of flowers shook.

You came over to the table and peered around the flowers, only to see Remus with a sniffling nose and tired eyes.

“Remus, what is this?”

“F-Flowers.”

“Yes, but why?”

“Achoo! Er – as part of my, you know, my general apology to you…” Remus looked up at you guiltily. The tip of his nose was going pink.

You stared at him. “You conjured up flowers that you yourself are allergic to? That’s an entirely new level of stupidity, or self-sabotage.”

“I didn’t know I was allergic to – to – to – ACHOO!”

“Merlin!” you shouted. You hurriedly snatched away the flowers and put them on the countertop, as far away from Remus as you could put them. You picked up a napkin. Then, in your defeated state, you came back to Remus.

“Forget it,” you said dejectedly. “I can’t do this.” You pushed your way into Remus’ lap, sitting so that you were facing him and he was facing you.

“What can’t you do?” Remus wondered glumly. “Forgive me?”

You gently wiped his nose with the napkin. Then, after setting it down behind you, you studied Remus for a long moment.

“Are you really angry with me?” Remus whispered, his voice hovering in the air.

You reached up and gently traced his face with your fingers. Then, you whispered, slowly and softly, “…Werewolf.”

Remus flinched. In fact, he flinched so hard that he nearly dislodged you from his lap, but you squeezed his legs with your thighs to keep yourself in his lap.

“Werewolf,” you whispered again.

Remus turned his head away – you reached forward and slipped your fingers into his hair, grasped hard, and then gently yanked him back, making him look at you.

“Werewolf.”

Remus was going pale. He stared at you with nothing short of terror in his eyes.

“Werewolf…” Then, you closed your eyes, leaned forward – and kissed him. You kissed him softly, gently, patiently, but as lovingly and adoringly as one could be kissed. Your arms slipped around his neck and you hugged yourself to him as you kissed him.

Remus was uncertain about how to respond, but when he felt your arms latch around him and your mouth press so decidedly against his, he slowly fell into the kiss. His arms came up around your waist and he held you as he kissed you back.

It was a long, tender kiss. And when the two of you broke apart, you didn’t go very far – you gently pressed your forehead against his as you caught your breath.

“I – I thought you were going to be mad at me,” Remus murmured.

You shook your head lightly, while keeping your forehead pressed to his. “Turns out that I can’t be mad at you, even for laughs.”

“No?”

“No.”

You heard Remus whisper quietly, “Thank Merlin.”

“But Remus, that’s why, to the extent that your heart allows you, you have to be honest with me. All right? I know it’s hard for you. I know that you need your space first. I understand that. But if you keep me in the dark when you’re hurting all by yourself, I’ll be stuck in that strange place again – where I can’t be mad at you, but I can’t quite… dissolve it either, on my own.” As you spoke, you pulled your head back to look at Remus, but you kept your arms around his shoulders and your thighs pressed tight to his, so that he wouldn’t feel afraid or nervous.

Remus’ eyes lightened. He gave you a soft smile as he promised, “I’ll tell you everything about me, lovely.”

“You will?”

“Yes. Anything. I’m yours.”

You smiled back at him. Then, you leaned forward and rested your head on his shoulder.

Remus rested his head gently on top of yours. Then, he said, “I don’t have anything that I’m angry about with you, but I do have a request of sorts.”

“What is it?”

“Before you go running off on another adventure, could you tell me?”

“I don’t have any adventures planned.”

“Yes, I know. But in case… Especially if you won’t be home for a while.”

You lifted your hand and pressed it warmly against his chest. “I’m always going to come back to you, Rem. I’ll always want to be with you, and I’ll always want to know you better. I have a thousand questions for you.”

“A thousand questions?” Remus repeated, amazing. “I… can’t imagine that I’m that interesting. I’m quite boring, really.”

“No, I told you. I find you harder to read than the Nine-Tailed Fox.”

“Really? What about, exactly?”

“Back when we had the Yule Ball at Hogwarts – did you want to take Dorcas Meadowes?”

“Huh?”

“Did you ever have a thing for Dorcas?”

Remus shifted slightly to look down at you. “No, silly, I wanted to take you.”

You paused. “Really?”

“Yes.”

“But you were trying to ask someone and you couldn’t and that was making you sad. So, it couldn’t have been me, right? Because you could ask me out. We spent all our evenings together. I was right there…”

“It was the full moon that night. That’s why I couldn’t ask you.”

“Oh!”

“Yes, sweetheart. I promise that it was you that I wanted to go with.”

“So it was… Wow…” You blinked, taking in this piece of information.

Remus smiled. “Is that still so hard to believe?”

“A little.” You stared down at your hands, gathered together in your lap, as you sat on Remus’ lap. I was so sure that it was Dorcas, and I was so sure that it was Tonks… But he’s always wanted me, too. Wow. You secretly smiled to yourself, as you were very, very happy with realizing this.

Remus, who had been trying to subtly kiss you this entire time, sighed and finally resorted to asking, “Seriously, can you please look up?”

“Hm?”

“I’m trying to give you a kiss and you won’t - ”

“Ah, sorry.” You quickly looked up, nearly headbutting Remus. He fell back, but then, when he saw you lift your head and look towards him, he slid his hand onto the back of your neck and pulled you in, at the same time that he leaned forward, and he caught your lips in a chaste, sweet kiss – the kind-of kiss he might’ve given to you back at Hogwarts, at the end of, say, a Yule Ball date.

You smiled brightly at him.

Remus rubbed your cheek gently with his thumb. “Any more questions?”

“Yes,” you replied. “Loads.”

Remus smiled. “Let’s have another one.”

You said that the memory that enables you to perform a Patronus Spell is the memory of you learning that you could attend Hogwarts. Is that because you were already a werewolf?”

“Yes.”

“And, well, this might be a sensitive question, but I’m always been curious - you can see thestrals. Why is that?”

“I was beside my grandmother’s bed when she passed away. I was holding her hand…”

“Oh.” Seeing Remus’ eyes glimmer slightly, you turned to much lighter questions. “Tea or chocolate?”

Remus chuckled softly. “Both, always both.”

“A kiss or a scratch behind the ears?”

Remus laughed in surprise. “A scratch behind the ears?”

“You know, for the wolf you,” you explained.

“Ah, right… He’s gone, isn’t he?” Remus murmured softly.

“It feels odd, doesn’t it?” you said knowingly. “At least for me, sometimes I still wait to hear the Nine-Tailed Fox inside my soul, and I forget that she isn’t there anymore…”

Remus nodded. “Yes, it is strange. Life feels so light now. As if I might float away.” He paused, before he confessed, “I think I’m scared to be so hopeful.”

“Me too.” You slipped your arms around Remus’ chest and hugged him tightly. You buried your face against his neck, too. “Let’s hold on tight,” you whispered.

Remus wrapped his arms around you, too, as he agreed, “Let’s.”

*     *     *     *     *     *     *     *     *     *

“Oi.”

You and Remus hurriedly disentangled. You slipped off of his lap and scrambled your butt into another chair as Sirius walked into the kitchen. He tossed an envelope onto the table and nodded at you. “That’s for you.”

You picked up the envelope and opened it.

Remus noticed the way your eyes faded at once into sadness.

“What?” he asked. “What is it?”

“It’s an invitation to Tristan’s funeral,” you said quietly. “It’s in two weeks’ time, in America.”

“Will you go?”

“Of course,” you answered at once. Tristan… I can’t believe he’s really gone. Out of all of us, I would have put my money on him to survive the longest. He was so powerful, and he seemed so protective of himself. But he wasn’t. He was protective of everyone else.

Poor Cas and poor Susana. I wonder where they’ve gone, you thought. And poor Rowan. He was having quite a difficult time coping with Tristan’s death. And then I went and rejected him right after that. A painful lurch went off in your heart. God, I was so cruel to him.

You stared at the invitation in your hand. I wonder if Rowan will be at Tristan’s funeral. I can’t imagine him not being there. He may not want to see me at all, and I don’t want to do anything to take away from the fact that this is Tristan’s funeral. But if there was a quiet way to try to make amends, or at least to show him that I’m sorry…

You thought to yourself, Two weeks…

Sirius and Remus had been talking to each other, discussing a new report from Mad-Eye Moody that stated that there was an unusually high activity of Death Eaters at the Ministry, particularly near the Department of Mysteries.

You suddenly stood up.

Sirius and Remus both looked at you.

“Two weeks,” you announced resolutely.

“Er… what?” Remus said.

You looked at him. “I’ve got two weeks.” Then, you left the room.

Sirius shook his head. “I see she hasn’t changed on bit. As nonsensical as ever.”

“Pads,” Remus berated him softly.

Sirius gave him a knowing look.

Remus let out a chuckle as he admitted, “All right, I didn’t follow that either. But still, I reckon she’s right. Besides, I like her the way she is. She keeps things interesting. I think I enjoy that.”

Sirius rolled his eyes at him. “Shock me for once, will you? Don’t agree with her.”

Remus looked away from Sirius, resolutely disagreeing with him and taking your side.

Much amused, Sirius laughed. He reached over and ruffed Remus’ hair. “All right, I get it. No need to be so protective over her, Moony.”

*     *     *     *     *     *     *     *     *     *

You worked furiously over the next two weeks, barely stopping. Remus wasn’t entirely sure what you were doing, but he didn’t want to break your concentration, so he quietly watched over you. Besides, he was quite busy himself during the day, as one of the leading Order members. The only thing that tore you away from your work in those two weeks was when you ran missions with Remus. You strongly preferred to fight by Remus’ side, and you felt a more profound sense of connection to the Order’s mission this time around. In fact, you were one of the Order members that helped Harry Potter to escape from Privet Drive and come to Grimmauld Place. However, you were otherwise quite preoccupied, scribbling pages and pages of information and memories out. And of course, every night, you slipped into bed beside Remus, who was also a night owl and usually reading the newspaper or a book when you joined him. When you came into bed, Remus would turn the lights off, and the two of you would snuggle together under the covers, quite close, and fall asleep together, pressing soft kisses over each other’s faces and shoulders and hugging each other until sleep came and took you away.

*     *     *     *     *     *     *     *     *     *

Two weeks later.

You and Remus arrived at Tristan’s funeral. There was an entire congregation of people, coming to pay their respects. You thought you spotted Cas and Susana at one point, but when you tried to step through the crowd to confirm, they seemed to disappear.

There was one person, however, who stood out like a sore thumb even in such a large crowd. Try as he might to hide his head, Rowan Scamander, with his ginger hair and his height and huge stature, stood out.

It was a gloomy, overcast day, as if the world itself were mourning Tristan. The person leading the service, who was none other than Tina Scamander, began to speak. Everyone bowed their heads and listened as she spoke touchingly about Tristan. Soon, it began to rain and the crowd began to disperse.

You turned to Remus and said, “Remus, I think I’ll go and speak to Rowan.” You looked up at him, asking whether he was all right with this with your eyes.

Remus nodded. “All right, Lovely.”

You began to walk away, when Remus caught your hand and squeezed it. “Good luck,” he murmured softly.

You smiled gently at him and then walked away.

You weaved your way through the crowd, having to move quite quickly to catch up to Rowan. Finally, you reached out and, trying to tap his shoulder, you missed, and tapped his back instead.

Rowan turned around.

You stared up at him, with the rain steadily pelting your face. “Rowan.”

Rowan’s eyes tightened slightly, but all he said was, “Hello.”

“Could I maybe have a word?”

Rowan glanced over at his shoulder. You noticed someone was watching him – Magdalene.

“Or not,” you said hurriedly.

Rowan shook his head. “It’s fine. If it’s only a word.”

You nodded.

Rowan turned and led you under a nearby tree, away from the crowd.

“What is it?” Nodding at your hood, he guessed, “Is it your Fox again? Can’t you keep that spirit under control?”

“I could never keep her under control,” you said. “But I’m not here because I need your help in keeping the Fox at bay. Not this time.”

“Then, what?” As he spoke, Rowan refused to look directly at you. You recognized all of his mannerisms expressing hurt towards you.

“Rowan…” Your voice drifted for a moment. “I’m sorry about how selfish I was, how selfish I’ve already been. I should have refused your help, even if it killed me - ”

Rowan jerked his head, as if to shake his head at you, but then he stilled at once.

You tried to keep your voice calm as you said, “If you never forgive me, and if you never want to see me again after this… I’ll understand. I never meant to hurt you, but I know that I did, and if seeing me again will continue to hurt, I’ll stay away… I’ll stay away in the hopes that you’ll let me come back someday, as the friend I should have been for you.”

“Enough,” Rowan said suddenly. “I don’t… I’ve never wanted your apology.”

“Right.” You stopped at once. Instead, you pulled out a self-bound book from your cloak, with a charm dangling off of it. “I want you to have this.”

“What is it?” Rowan asked, not taking it immediately.

You pushed it towards him. “See for yourself.”

Rowan hesitantly took the book and opened it. He paused. Then, he began to rifle through it. As he did, he realized, “This is your journey with the Nine-Tailed Fox – all of your research and experiences. You wrote this.” “Yes. I want you to have it.”

“For what?”

 “Anything you like. You can publish it, if you want, as your research, or add it to research of your own, or burn it, if that’ll make you feel better.”

“But this is your life’s work. Why don’t you want to publish it?”

“Because without you, there is no Nine-Tailed Fox, Rowan,” you said quietly. “There are no memories for me to have, because I simply wouldn’t have survived.”

Rowan suddenly scowled at you. “This is ridiculous. That makes no sense. Yeah, I saved you once, but it was you that - ”

“No,” you said firmly. “Rowan, I swear – it was you.”

Rowan fell silent.

You put your hand over your chest, over your scar. And though he couldn’t see it, of course Rowan knew what you were referring to.

“I know that you feel that I used you, that I was never truly aware or grateful of how much you did for me,” you acknowledged. “And I think you’re right. But in other ways… Rowan, I don’t think you fully understand how much I care about you.” You fought hard to keep your voice from breaking. “I’m sorry I’m not what you wanted me to be. But you’re the last person in this world that I would want to hurt - ” You cut off.

Rowan, feeling extremely uncomfortable now, cleared his own throat. He awkwardly moved, as if to turn away, but then he heard the soft jingle as the charm moved against the book. He looked down at it. “Is this the charm I gave you? Back when we were at Hogwarts…”

You nodded.

Rowan glanced over at you. “Your hands are covered in ink. You had a real rush finishing this, huh? I can’t even read half of it, I bet, with how messy your writing is.”

You let out a choked laugh. “Yeah, sorry.”

Rowan sighed. “You really want me to accept it?”

“Yes.”

“Fine.”

“Thank you.”

Rowan looked questioningly at you. “What are you going to do now?”

“I don’t know,” you said honestly. “I’ve decided that I shouldn’t do any more adventures, but I don’t know where that leaves me.”

“No more adventures? Why not?”

“Because… Look at where it’s led me. Look at what it’s done.”

Rowan suddenly laughed scornfully at you. “That’s not the fault of adventure. That’s your fault.” He reached over and flicked you hard on the forehead.

“Ow!” you gasped. Then, you griped, “Rowan! The hell was that for?”

Rowan leaned down and looked directly at your face. He suddenly seemed like a young boy again, with his hands at his hips and a book tucked against his side as he peered into your face with his trademark freckles dotting his face, and a haughty smirk on his lips. “When will you learn, stupid, that there are other magical creatures?” You blinked.

Rowan’s smirk widened. He straightened up and said, “I’ve got to go. Mag’s waiting for me. Anyhow, I really am going to publish this under my own name and take all the credit for it, so don’t blame me for it later.” With that, he walked away.

You watched him go, surprised at how quickly he’d changed his tone. Always giving me whiplash, that boy, you thought, scolding him in your head. But after a moment, you found yourself staring after him, vaguely admiring the soft halo hovering around his bright hair as the first rays of a sun after a rainstorm peered gently through the clouds above.

You took a deep breath and then you turned and walked towards Remus, who was patiently waiting for you.

As you approached him, Remus gave you his trademark look, where he cocked his head and smiled at you, conveying both that he rather liked you and that he wasn’t quite sure what you were doing.

You smiled back. “Hello, Remus.”

“Hello, Lovely.” Remus held his hand out to you. “Shall we head back to the inn?”

You nodded fervently. “Yes, please.” Stepping forward, you took his hand and when you felt Remus’ hand warmly wrap around yours, your heart gave a soft thump of happiness and slowly, you felt like yourself again.

*     *     *     *     *     *     *     *     *     *

When the two of you returned to the inn you were staying at, Remus held the door open for you.

As you entered the room, you met Remus’ gaze. You passed through the doorway, but once you had stepped foot into the room, you turned around to face Remus and you waited for him.

Remus stepped in after you, closing the door behind him. As soon as he did, he reached for you - his hands found your waist and he fell into you.

You smiled and brought your arms up around his neck.

Remus hugged you tightly around your waist and he bent his head down to press his face against your shoulder and neck.

For a moment, the two of you simply stood there, holding each other. You felt Remus’ breath brushing against your neck and you felt his warmth, standing all tall and yet curled around you so lovingly, alongside the length of your body.

A thin sliver of golden, late evening sunlight crept in through the window and laid itself down gently in the quiet room. You closed your eyes and sank into Remus’ warmth. You couldn’t believe that you had lived so many years without him, without this, without a home to come back to.

Remus finally pulled away from you slightly, though he kept his arms around you. You turned your head a little to look up at him, as he would undoubtedly be gazing down at you. And he was - with his uncertain eyes, which betrayed how, in truth, Remus believed in nothing. He saw himself as the last man standing in a world not fit to live in. The heavens were so far above them that it was visible only as a single, lonely star hiding behind a much larger, furious, silver moon.

Slowly, the sunlight crept across the floor and up your body. Remus’ back blocked most of it, but the smallest sliver landed on your cheek.

Remus gently up and gently ran his fingers along that line of light on your cheek. A small smile graced your lips. You wanted to turn your head to kiss his hand, but you stayed still and let Remus touch your face.

You were rewarded for your patience. A moment later, Remus’ fingers slipped past your cheek and his hand cradled your cheek instead. He leaned down and swiftly pressed his lips against yours.

The thing was, you had never had trouble imagining the mythical world with its limitless possibilities and ferocious energy and paradoxical logic. But the thing that you couldn’t ever imagine, especially when you were younger and struggled to fit in at home and school, was the small, perfect, and effortlessly gentle space of being loved without expectation and without any condition of possession.

It was strange, even terrifying, for you to realize that this space came from another person - from one particular person and no one else. You didn’t understand it. All you knew was that the entire mythical realm could never give you what Remus did, merely by being here with you in this small, quiet, dark room - a place where you could be soft and vulnerable and still be safe and accepted.

“Remus,” you whispered.

Remus, still holding your face in his hand, kissed your lips softly once more before replying, “Yes, Lovely?”

“I think I’d like to go to bed.” As you spoke, you slid your arms around his middle and hugged him tightly. Leaning into him a little, you laid your head on his chest.

Remus ran his fingers through your hair. “Yes, that sounds like a good idea.”

You showered and brushed your teeth first. You got into bed, waiting for Remus to take his turn and then come join you. As you waited, a hundred thoughts and memories flashed through your mind. You had been so busy trying to complete the book, to give to Rowan, that it hadn’t been until you’d actually come to Tristan’s funeral that all of it hit you like never before – that you’d actually nearly died, and not just once, but twice. Unconsciously, you drew your knees to you and hugged them tightly. You stared out at the space in front of you, lost in your thoughts.

*     *     *     *     *     *     *     *     *     *

When Remus came out of the bathroom, he stopped and looked at you for a moment before he came around and slid into his side of the bed. He reached over and gently touched the back of your head, letting his fingers tangle softly with your locks.

“Lovely?”

“Hm?”

“I don’t want to disturb you, but what’s got you in such deep thought? I feel like you haven’t been yourself these past couple of weeks. Is it because today was Tristan’s funeral or perhaps because you saw Rowan again?”

“Yes, both of those. But more than that, I think it’s because I’m here today.”

“What do you mean?”

You turned towards Remus. “You know that morning my mother came into our room?”

Remus nodded. He blushed slightly and muttered quickly, “We’ll have to fix her impression of me, somehow.”

“Do you remember the scar on my chest? You saw it that morning.”

Remus quickly became serious again. “Yes. I remember.” He hesitated before he confessed, “I’ve wanted to ask you about that, but I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable. I know how scars can be… a difficult subject.”

“You’re so sweet, Remus,” you said. “And you’re right. I wanted to tell you too, but I was struggling a little. But I think, after today, I’m ready.”

Remus’ expression became slightly grimmer, as he realized that this was going to be a serious story. But he only nodded and waited patiently.

You reached out and took his hand in both of yours. Then, you slowly began to realize how the Nine-Tailed Fox was taking you over, how you had escaped to the mythical realm to slow that down, but how all along, there had been a succubus housed in the Nine-Tailed Fox, born of the Fox’s own starvation and loneliness, and how that succubus had very nearly ripped your heart out…

At this point, Remus was squeezing your hand so hard that it hurt. But you carried on, and you recounted how Rowan, somehow, had saved your life. Even in your unconsciousness, you had felt it – in brief flashes, you could sense someone trying to catch all the rags of your soul flying away – until they had gathered it all up, holding your soul tightly in their hands, only to put it back into your body to revive you.

Remus’ eyes were wide as you finished your story of how Rowan had saved you.

When you stopped speaking, Remus whispered, “That’s why you have that scar?”

You nodded. Then, slowly, you reached down and stripped your shirt away.

When Remus saw the scar again, his breath caught.

You shuddered slightly, both as the chill of the room and the anticipation of seeing the scar again washed over you.

You peeked down at the huge, gnarled scar sitting on your chest. And at once, a flash of vibrant red spattered over your vision, and you saw the succubus’ endlessly stretching mouth and you felt her claws digging into your flesh –

“Lovely. Lovely, look at me. You’re safe. You’re all right.” Remus was holding your face in both his hands and he was sitting up with you, trying to bring you back.

“Don’t worry, I’m okay,” you breathed out. “It’s only a – a flash.” You opened your eyes.

Remus’ worried face swam into view.

“I’m okay, Rem,” you repeated softly. “It’s just that… today, I can feel exactly what how lucky I am. And it feels like happiness, but it also feels like – like grief.” Your voice broke on the last word.

“Oh, Lovely,” Remus murmured.

You fell forward, into Remus’ arms. Remus caught you and hugged you, and he kissed the top of your head.

“I’m okay, Rem,” you whispered, blinking back the tears in your eyes. “Because of you, because of Rowan, because of Tristan, because of all of the people that helped me.”

“And thank Merlin,” Remus said fervently, keeping you in his arms and feeling your warm breath pass over his chest. “Because you’re my soul, too.”

You sat up a little, just enough to be able to kiss Remus’ neck.

After a moment, Remus whispered, “Can I see it?”

“My scar?”

“Yes. Is that all right?”

You sat back up, falling back onto your legs.

Remus’ eyes fell to your chest, to your scar. He slowly – very slowly – reached over and placed his finger on your skin, right next to your scar.

You stiffened slightly.

Remus glanced up at you, making sure you were okay. Then, he carefully traced around your scar.

At some point, and you weren’t sure when, you reached out, too, and you began to gently trace over his scars, two on his cheekbone, one on his cheek, and another two on his jaw…

When your hand fell on his chest, where there were so many scars that they crisscrossed and overlapped everywhere, you looked back up at Remus.

Remus smiled ruefully, but quite lovingly, at you. “Yeah, Lovely,” he whispered, “I reckon we’re all right.”

You finally smiled – a real smile – thanks to Remus.

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Back to School - Part 2. Peter Pettigrew

You’re back for another term. The September air is crisp, and you swear the sun’s sheen is a deeper gold than it was yesterday. A blast of noise – and smoke fills the train station. The Hogwarts train pulls into the station. You begin to step aboard when:

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“Ah!”

You fell backwards, and as you did, you felt someone trip over you – and then, “Oh, no!” – You squeezed your eyes shut and covered your face with your hands, waiting for someone to to fall on top of you.

Only – you could feel someone’s warm, soft breath brush across the back of your hands. You could also feel warmth around your hips… But no one came crashing into you. You slowly parted your fingers just enough to be able to peek through them and opened your eyes.

Peter Pettigrew had knocked into you and then, in trying to catch you, had promptly tripped over you. He’d cried out, “Oh, no!”, but he had managed to get his hands out in time to catch himself before he fell completely onto you. He’d still landed on top of you, and that warmth you were feeling around your hips were his thighs, which had slid open and were now pressing against your hips. His knees were touching the ground on either side of you. His hands were out on either side of your head, for you had completely fallen over and were now lying on your back on the ground. His face was a mere foot from yours, and as he was panting from the sudden exercise, you were feeling his little puffs drift over your hands.

“Are you – Are you okay?” Peter asked. His eyes were quite wide, as he stared down at you, dazed at how quickly this had all happened.

“Um…yes,” you murmured. Only, Peter couldn’t hear you since your hands were still covering your face.

“Oh, gosh,” he said, with his mind immediately going to the worst-case scenarios. “I’ve hurt you bad, haven’t I? I’ve gone and killed you. First day of term, I’ve gone and killed a woman.”

“What? No… I’m not dead,” you said, surprised.

Peter paused. “Are you – Is there blood coming out of your mouth?”

You shook your head.

“Then, uh, may I see your face?” Peter asked. “I just want to check that you’re really okay. After all it was all my fault – I was the clumsy one – I didn’t – It wasn’t intentional - ”

“Oh…” You hadn’t realized that you still had your hands over your face. You lowered your hands.

Peter blinked. Yeah, she seems all right. Her face is a bit flushed – I mean, her cheeks are kind-of pink. But I don’t think it’s because she’s hurt. And her eyes are sort-of bright, but, well, I just knocked into her, she was probably quite surprised. And her lips – she’s not bleeding, which is good. Her mouth looks rather… soft. All warm and like. A bit heart-shaped. But oh – her eyes are getting bigger – oh, oh, oh – what’s the matter?

At the same exact time, you and Peter blurted out, “What’s the matter?”

Peter hadn’t realized that he was staring. Of course, the longer he gazed at you for, the more you began to think that in fact, maybe you were hurt and maybe your mouth was bleeding and you simply couldn’t tell.

“Oh, nothing,” Peter said quickly, realizing what was happening. “I was just checking you over, like I said. You’re fine, completely fine. I’m so sorry I bumped into you. I’ll be on my way now.” He hastily got off of you.

You started to sit up, but you felt a bit dizzy, after being knocked to the ground and lying on it for so long.

Peter paused. “Well, here.” He held out his hand to you.

That was when you realized –

“Oh, you’re hurt…”

“Hm?”

You got up without his help. Then, you gently grasped his wrist and made him look at his hand.

“You’ve scuffed your hands up,” you told him.

Sure enough, his palms were scratched-up.

“Hold on,” you said. You rummaged in your small side pouch and pulled out a healing balm.

Peter cocked his head at you. “Do you always carry that around?”

You nodded. “I get scrapes and bumps a lot,” you confessed, a bit embarrassed. “I’m a bit clumsy. In fact, I’m not sure it was your fault that you bumped into me. It was probably mine. I was staring at the puffs of smoke from the train. I thought they looked rather – rather cute and I suppose I was daydreaming…”

As you spoke, you gently rubbed ointment on Peter’s palms. Then, you went back into your little bag and pulled out two, clean handkerchiefs. One was a pale pink and the other was a light blue. You wrapped up Peter’s hands cautiously, trying not to put pressure on the wound.

“All done. That should be okay until you get to Hogwarts.” You naturally gave his wrist a little pat, the way you did to yourself when you’d finished treating yourself – only to realize that that likely wasn’t a normal thing to do with a complete stranger.

You carefully peeked up at him, wondering if he’d noticed.

He sure had. He was staring at you with slightly wide eyes once again.

You flushed. “I’m sorry. That was strange, wasn’t it? I should leave, I think. Yes, um, good-bye, then!”

You were gone before Peter could say another word. The last he saw of you that day was your pouch, swinging behind you before the crowd and fog swallowed you up.

When Peter got onto the train, he ran into the other Marauders.

“What the hell have you got wrapped around your palms, Worm?” Sirius asked.

“I got a bit scratched up,” Peter answered.

James reached over and carefully lifted the handkerchief, to see underneath. “That’s nothing, Pete. You don’t even really need the handkerchiefs.”

“I know,” Peter replied. But he left them on, anyways.

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Then, one day, you were minding your own business, sitting under the weeping willow by the Great Lake, humming to yourself and reading your textbook before the next class when, all of a sudden, you saw a silver helmet clunking speedily along the ground, towards the lake.

You blinked. A helmet? You rubbed your eyes and leaned over your textbook, trying to see the glimmering silver object better.

Just then, someone called out, “Catch it, please!”

Throwing your textbook aside, you ran forward and caught the object just before it rolled into the water. Looking at it in your hands, you realized that it was, in fact, a helmet.

The person who had shouted at you came running forward, all out of breath.

You recognized him at once as Peter Pettigrew. In fact, more than once, you’d made an effort to talk to him again. Only, as soon as you thought he was alone and you shyly came forward, he would be ambushed by James Potter, Sirius Black, and Remus Lupin out of nowhere. Or else, some other times, when you thought you might be able to sit and chat with him, you found him looking rather gloomy and morose, and you weren’t sure if it would be all right for you to intrude.

Anyways, you never did talk to him again. But you certainly recognized him.

You calmly held the helmet out for him to take.

“Sorry,” Peter began, wheezing slightly, “I didn’t mean to let it go and, anyways, it’s not really my fault, Padfoot got all happy and kicked it - ” He paused, however, as he realized who exactly was standing before him, holding out the helmet for him. “It’s… you.”

The helmet was quite heavy, and your arms started to shake slightly.

Peter quickly reached out and grasped it. As he took the helmet from you, you wondered aloud, “How are your hands?”

Peter looked a bit bemused. “Um, that was two years ago.”

Feeling embarrassed, you gathered your hands behind your back and clasped them tightly. However, you kept your voice light and easy, as you murmured, “Was it? Oh… Sorry, that was a silly question.”

Seeing you withdraw, Peter immediately wished he could take back his words. Nervously running his hand through his hair, he blurted out, “No, it wasn’t. I was just surprised that you remembered.”

As he spoke, he unintentionally stepped closer to you.

You stepped lightly, keeping your hands still tightly clasped behind your back. You looked up at Peter and murmured, very quietly, “Did you forget…?”

Peter felt a frog jump into his throat. He opened his mouth to answer you, for, more than anything, he wanted to answer you truthfully and boldly, and say, “No, of course not. Do you have any idea how many times I’ve thought of you since then?” Only, Peter found that his voice was stuck. He couldn’t seem to speak. He opened and closed his mouth a few times, while turning increasingly more red, until he finally gave up and shut his mouth.

Peter saw your eyes dim. You had interpreted his struggle to answer you as his struggling to remember you.

“Never mind,” you said, trying to move on from the awkward moment. “Anyways…” You nodded down at the helmet that Peter was still holding. “What are you doing with something like that?”

Peter looked down. Seeing the helmet, his brain kicked back into gear. “Ah, right. I was setting up a prank with the suit of armor on the fourth floor when Filch caught me. I got so nervous that I just ran for it and I didn’t realize I had taken the helmet with me until I was out of the castle.” He looked at you sheepishly, as he admitted, “Filch didn’t manage to catch any of us and Sirius was so pleased that he did a celebratory drop-kick with the helmet.”

“Oh.” You laughed a little. You found it quite funny, the antics that Peter and his friends seemed to get up to, but at the same time, it felt like such a faraway world from yours that you weren’t sure how to react.

You finally managed to pry your clasped hands apart and you tried to appear natural as you waved your hand at him. “Well, then…”

You had started to turn away when Peter called out, “Hey, what’s wrong with your palm? Are you hurt?”

“Hm?”

Peter stepped closer to you. He very gently took your wrist and turned it over. You’d been gripping your hands so hard that there were small nail marks imprinted into your palm.

“Oh,” you murmured, “I was – I suppose I might have been clutching my hands together.”

“Why?” Peter wondered.

You flushed and dropped your head lower, not wanting to admit that you had actually been very hopeful that Peter had remembered you as precisely as you remembered him.

Seeing your reaction, Peter furiously bit down on his lower lip, once again regretting how foolishly he’d spoken.

“It’s nothing,” you said, and you made to take your hand away.

Suddenly, Peter dropped the helmet he was holding. Then, quick as a blink, he slid his hand into yours and grasped your hand just hard enough that you could feel his palm to yours.   

“See?” Peter said kindly. “I’m all healed. You can feel how smooth my palm is, right?”

Your heart gave a little leap. Is he… ? Does he mean that he remembers me, after all?

You decided to try a little test. “Oh, but it was both hands.”

Peter smiled at you. He reached over with his other hand and grasped your other hand. “There we go.”

You squeezed his hands lightly in yours and reported back, “Yes, I think they’ve healed… quite nicely.”

“Thanks to your care,” Peter said. “Your medicine and – uh – your handkerchiefs.”

A lovely smile graced your lips and you looked up at Peter as you said, “I still remember how you looked, carefully holding out your hands, with these little bows on them.”

Peter’s smile brightened at first. But it quickly faded as the nerves overtook him. Still, he worked up the courage to say to you, “You can, uh, say no. In fact, I’m betting you’ll probably say no. Because – well, you’re… and I’m… But would you – D’you think maybe it’d be all right if I – I kissed you?”

Your eyes went all bright again, the way they had been when Peter had been gazing at you as you were lying on the train station floor, staring back up at him.

Then, before Peter realized what was happening, you got onto tiptoe and kissed him first.

It was a soft, less-than-a-second kiss. It felt like a butterfly had brushed back his lips for one second, and then taken off again.

Peter blinked.

You waited expectantly for his reaction. Though, not at all immune to shyness and embarrassment yourself, you began to blush along with him.

“Oh…” Peter murmured, dazed. “Um, thank – thank you.”

You laughed. “You sound so silly, but you’re welcome.”

You pulled away from Peter and went over to fetch your textbook.

Peter meandered over, too, vaguely following you. He was still processing what he was supposed to do now. This was all so unexpected with you. Yet, though he was more than happy to make you smile and laugh, he didn’t want you to see him as just ‘silly.’ He wanted you to feel that he could be a genuine partner for you, someone who could not only be kind, but could also sweep you off your feet.

That was why, Peter quickly stepped forward, grasped you by your waist, gently but eagerly pressed you up against the tree, and then gave you a sweet, but desirous kiss.

“Mm!” you let out a muffled cry of surprise. Your hands flew to Peter’s shoulders.

But slowly, as you both began to relax into the kiss, Peter reached up and grasped both of your hands in his.

Warmed by his kind grasp and happily surprised by his eager kiss, you kissed him back to your heart’s desire that day, and at the end of the kiss, you were finally able to mumble sweetly the name that had been subtly bouncing around in the back of your head ever since that day on the train station: “Peter.”

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Joke's On You 17

When Fred Weasley carelessly bumps into you into the hallway, you decide to take him a notch down; not by berating him, but by showing him up at his own game of using your charm and intellect to get what you want. And it’s fine if the end result doesn’t leave everyone quite satisfied - in fact, that’s what you want…

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“I’m going to make you cum in three minutes, Fred Weasley.”

Fred’s mouth fell open. “Huh?”

“Mhm.” Nodding at him and letting your hand drift down over his neck and chest, you promised, “I’ll show you exactly how much you need me, and I’ll show you exactly why the name ‘Freddie boy’ suits you better than ‘sir.’ It’ll only take me three minutes to put you back in your place. That ought to take you down a notch – or three.”

At this, Fred said scornfully, “That’s a bold claim, even for you. I think you overestimate what you do to me.”

Oh, he wants to challenge me, does he? One corner of your mouth curled up in a pleased smile. But oh boy, inside, you were furious. All you did, however, was bat your eyelashes up at him and say sweetly, “Okay, now count with me: One, two…”

“I’m telling you, you won’t be able to – ah!” Fred cut off in a gasp as you finally pushed his cock inside of you.

“Ah – Mmm, mm, mm,” you moaned. You tried not to be too loud, and you hurriedly bit your bottom lip, but that low, wanting moan escaped from you anyways. In fact, you’d rather made a mistake, as your tightly clamped lips only accentuated how intensely good Fred made you feel by emphasizing the hum in the low moans spilling out of you. “Mmm…!”

“Oh, fuck, that’s so – you’re so – tight,” Fred grunted. He fell forward, his hands slipping off of your waist onto the bed, until his forehead touched yours.

“Little more,” you breathed out, and Fred let his hips come down a bit more, pressing his cock deeper into your pussy.

“More,” you whispered again, almost irritably. Fred listened, and then you both felt his cock spread your pussy open.

“A-Ah, ah…!” You shuddered, and you breathed out hard. Need to relax, you reminded yourself. Don’t get carried away, even if – uhn  - even if it is Fred. Grabbing Fred’s shoulders, you gently rolled your hips back and forth, easing Fred in. As you did, your mouth dropped open and you started panting softly.

Fred, hearing you start to pant, opened his eyes. Seeing the way you were blushing and watching the way you were working your hips to take him in, Fred smiled softly at you.

However, you chose that moment to say, in a rather annoyed tone, “Why aren’t you moving? Are you going to make me do all the work?”

Fred chuckled. “I figure it’s best to let you do the work, because y’know, you’re so fucking bossy whenever I try to do anything at all.”

“Fred,” you groaned, “come on.”

“No, you hellcat, you did this to yourself,” Fred reminded you, even as he had to resist the urge he was feeling building up deep inside of him – that urge to take you to his heart’s content and to pound into your tight little pussy until you were sobbing with pleasure. “You went ahead and made a little bet, you little devil. So now you’ve got to live up to your boast about ‘three minutes.’ Isn’t that right, mistress?”

Your brow furrowed. In a harsh whisper, you reinforced, “I am going to live up to it.”

“Then you move,” Fred insisted. He poked you in the tummy.

“Fred!”

All he said was, “Time’s ticking.”

You huffed out an annoyed sigh. “Fine.” You did indeed start to move your hips up and down more aggressively now, taking in more of Fred’s cock inside of your tight pussy.

Ah… Forgot how well he spreads me out, you moaned in your head. Mm, I want more – more of Fred. Not that I would ever admit it, but he’s right – I need him. I need him deep inside of me, making me feel all sorts of things that only he can make me feel. I need him to make me ache, deep inside. Please…! Ah! Yes! You shut your eyes tightly and tried not to tremble, but Fred’s cock felt so good, as you rocked your hips back and forth, and it was making you go all tingly.

“Ah… Fred…!” You let out a soft moan. Arching your back, you grabbed the sheets and shuddered all over.

“Baby,” Fred whispered adoringly. Unable to help himself, he slid his hands up and down your body, touching you all over.

As you fell back, your head fell to the side on your pillow. Mm… Feels so good.

Fred savored this moment. He loved seeing how he could affect you like this, and make you soft for him. Here was a version of you that only he got to see, and he loved seeing you so vulnerable with him. Fred leaned down, for the way you’d turned your head to the side meant that your neck was now exposed. He sucked gently at your neck, showing his deep affection for you in this way.

You let out a soft breath and your hands slipped up from his shoulders to his hair. Gripping his hair, you pressed Fred closer to him, making him kiss your neck harder.

Fred complied happily. He sucked at your neck hard, making you moan out. Then, with his tongue, he traced little hearts on your neck, and you appropriately trembled and jolted softly all over the bed.

The maddening thing was, however, that all this time, while Fred was still inside of you, he was refusing to push or give you any movement at all.  You kept giving impatient yanks at his hair, but he ignored your evident pleas, and only kissed at your neck more and more aggressively.

Fred, please, you moaned in your head. Need you to move - ! You suddenly reached out and hugged Fred tightly, pinning him down against you. Taking matters into your own hands, you hurriedly wrapped your legs around him, drawing him deeper inside of you, until his cock was spreading your pussy open rather harshly and deep inside of you.

“Ah!” you cried out, even as you locked your legs around Fred’s slender waist.  

“What’re you – Oh… Oh, fuck,” Fred moaned – and it was his turn to jolt. You felt a hot puff of air against your neck as Fred exhaled sharply. “L-Let go of me,” he said, but you shook your head and kept holding him.

“D-Don’t I feel g-good?” you stuttered out, checking in with Fred.

“Well, y-yeah,” Fred stammered back. “But – uhn – I- I don’t wanna cum too f-fast - ”

At this, you let out a breathy giggle. “Oh, Fred, when will you ever learn?”

“Huh?”

“It’s already too late to resist,” you whispered lovingly, and you petted the small lock of his hair at the nape of his neck. “I said three minutes, and it’ll be three minutes.”   

Fred started to retort, but you chose that moment to squeeze your legs again and pull him even deeper inside of you– Fred felt his cock throb heavily, and before he could stop himself, he had thrust his hips forward.

“Ah, yes!” you moaned. “Like that! Yes!” Craving that sweet, sweet friction, you quickly began to move your little hips against him – up and down, and up and down. “Mmmm!”

“Fuck, baby,” Fred spat out suddenly. You were jerking your hips so sweetly and so expertly, making him feel every bit of your warm, wet pussy dragging up and down his cock.  

Shit, if she keeps this up, I really am going to cum in three minutes. Trying to save his pride, Fred made to get up again, but you complained – “Fred!” and you reached out and knocked his hands away, making him collapse on top of you – and then you hugged him again.

“You stay with me,” you told him, even as your voice was a little muffled as you were now sandwiched under him and against the bed. “I want you deep inside of me, Fred, and you’re not going anywhere until you’ve cum inside of me. Understand?”

“G-God damn it,” Fred cursed. He shuddered all over with the effort of holding himself together. “Nngh, f-fuck!” Blearily, Fred stared down at your flustered, but quite determined face. She looks so cute, working herself so hard. But damn it all if she’s not the devil.  

Meanwhile, you were correcting him: “It’s not God’s fault, it’s your fault. You had to go and be a stupid, arrogant prankster and try to tease me instead of being a good boyfriend and making love to me.”

Fred muttered sullenly, “I-I was only teasing you a little. But you’re punishing me – that’s what you’re doing, you little dictator.”

“Shut up,” you snapped. “You don’t get to complain today, not when I’m doing all the work.” In truth, you were quietly panting away, too, in part with the effort of holding Fred against you, for he was quite a bit taller than you, but more with the effort of taking in the pleasure you felt from having him inside of you. Your legs and thighs were burning with the effort of holding Fred to you. You weren’t going to last much longer, and you certainly wouldn’t be able to take him as hard as you wanted in this position. Finally, you pushed Fred off of you – and then you hurriedly pushed him down on the bed and swung your leg over him, so that now you were the one on top.

Ah, yes, my favorite position, you thought happily, as you sat right on top of your boyfriend. Now I can ride him to my heart’s content – and hopefully, he’ll turn into a whimpering little mess, and he won’t be able to go anywhere because he’ll be all neatly gathered up underneath me. You smiled brightly. Oh, poor thing. You don’t even know what’s coming, do you?

Fred blinked in surprise.

Reaching up and neatly tucking your hair behind your ears, you said confidently, “Yeah, Freddie boy, you’re in for it now.”

But all Fred did was say dryly, “You didn’t put me down very nicely, either, mistress.”

“Well, that’s because you are stupidly long and lanky - ” As you spoke, you poked at his arms and legs. “ – All spindly and dumb - ”

“All right!” Fred cut you off, peeved.

“So, I have to whap you down, just to make sure all your limbs come along,” you finished, with a sparkle in your eye.

“Fine,” Fred grunted. “So, you have me where you want me. What now?”

“Well, now, I’m going to make up for how difficult you were being.” With that, you sat right down on his cock.

“Nngh!” Fred groaned loudly, and he jerked, so that his head suddenly fell back against the pillow.

“Mm, yes,” you said brightly, wiggling your hips to let yourself feel every inch of Fred’s cock inside of you.

Fred blinked up at you blearily, and you admired how quickly his face turned red. He was thinkin to himself, almost pitifully, Why does she have to have such a good, tight little pussy? Uhn, it’s n-not fair. I lose to her, every time. She just feels so fucking good, all wrapped around me like this. And the way she moves her hips – she’s going to be the death of me, I just fucking know it.

“Uhn…” you moaned long and loud, and you ran your hands all over your body, releasing some of the tension that was buzzing all throughout your body as you sat on Fred’s cock, for Fred filled you up so fast and so well. What was more, sitting on Fred like this meant that your plug was being pushed deeper inside of your ass, and it was making you feel very, very full in both of your holes. You gently pushed your breasts together and massaged them, while throwing back your head a little and moaning out loud.

“Putting on a little show?” Fred whispered admiringly. He reached for you, but you quickly slapped his hands away.

“No,” you growled. “You don’t deserve to touch me right now, Fred. You just lie back and let me do all the work, Mr. Three Minutes.”

“Ba-by,” Fred moaned, stretching out the word until every syllable positively dripped with his need for you. “I just want to – want to touch you.” His hands hovered in the air, just above your tummy.

“I know,” you said sympathetically. You reached out and grabbed his hands and brought them towards you, as if to guide him to your tummy – and then you roughly pushed his hands away, until they fell on either side of his head on the pillow with a soft ‘thump’. Just then, you whispered definitively, “But you can’t.”

Fred let out a pitiful whimper. He felt so tense, all over, that before he could even think about it – he had thrust his hips up into the air, slamming his cock deep inside of you.

“Ah!” you cried out, surprised that Fred had thrust his hips up into you. You fell back, and your hands shot to Fred’s thighs behind you, in an effort to keep yourself upright, as intense waves of pleasure rolled through your pussy and your tummy. Your head fell back, and your back arched, so that Fred was suddenly treated to a vision of you, with your lovely thighs spread open on either side of him, your pussy swallowing up his thick cock, your tummy all stretched out, showing your perfect little shape, all the way up to your breasts, where were all soft and jiggling slightly as you panted heavily.

“O-Oh God,” you stuttered out. Your thighs shivered and then closed, and you suddenly bowed forward a little. You put your hands down on Fred’s hips, to steady yourself.

“Ah… Hah…” you breathed out heavily. Fred was so deep inside of you right now. But you wouldn’t have it any other way. Still, you needed to be a little more wet, and so you dragged a trembling hand to your pussy and you started to rub your clit, while you were still sitting on Fred’s cock. When your fingers met your clit, and you rubbed yourself, you felt your pussy spasm around Fred’s cock. You let out a soft, strangled moan. “A-Ah…!”

Fred groaned desperately underneath you, feeling the way your pussy was squeezing his cock. “F-Fuck, h-how are you so tight?” he stuttered out. “Nngh…”

“Shush, F-Fred,” you bleated out. “I’m trying – trying to t-take you all in – ah!” You had slowly brought yourself to that point of almost-climax, and you were getting wet. You gently began to bounce on Fred’s cock. Oh, Merlin, yes, you moaned in your head. This is what I needed.

“Fred,” you breathed out. “Oh, Fred…”

Fred felt your pussy gripping on his cock as you started to ride him. You looked so perfect sitting on top of him like that, and your pussy was so pink and wet, and seeing his cock enter you over and over again - Fred whined.

Wanting Fred to whine more and make all those other cute little noises that you adored, you reached out and scraped your nails against his hips as you moaned loudly. “Gods, yes. Mm, you feel so good inside of me. Why weren’t you moving before, hm? When it feels this good. Stupid Fred.”

Fred shivered underneath you – and then, he let out a soft whimper.

You opened your eyes and grinned down at him. “And there it is,” you said gleefully. “Freddie boy.”

Fred huffed out in poor defiance, “Y-You’ve o-only got a minute l-left.”

You paused. “Oh? Then, I better make it count.”

Leaning forward and gripping the headboard above Fred, you then proceeded to ride Fred for all you were worth – bouncing up and down and rolling your hips forward, until your pussy was clenching  all over his cock. Your abs rippled as you made good use of your core, hips, and thighs to fuck your tight, greedy little pussy on Fred’s cock.

“G-Godric – F-Fuck!” Fred sputtered out. He bit down hard on his lower lip as he suddenly became quite dizzy and short of breath. His hands shot up and he grabbed your hips, but you snapped at him, “Hands off! You’ll slow me down.”

You didn’t give Fred a chance to reply, as you picked up your pace, working your thighs and hips until they were burning all over, with the effort of making Fred fill your pussy up over and over and over again.

“Fred!” you moaned loudly. “Mm, baby, yes!”

Fred whimpered as he felt your pussy swallowing up his cock greedily, over and over again. He tried once more to hold onto your hips or at least to touch your thighs, but you protested, while gasping for air, “N-No touch, I – ah – said!”

Fred moaned out pitifully, “Why!?” and, entirely overwhelmed, he ignored your orders and grasped feverishly at your hips anyways. He was a right mess, and his hands went everywhere – glancing off your thighs, dragging down your tummy, squeezing your waist, and then grasping at your hips. And several times, your hips stuttered to a stop as Fred’s messy grabbing got in the way -

That’s it. With a growl, you grabbed his hands and pinned him down. In a low, warning voice, you asked, “Do you want to be tied down? Hmm? You want me to get out my pink ropes and tie you all up to my bed? Because I can.”

Fred shook his head furiously.

“Then, stay still.” You sat up again and put your hands on the headboard once more, and you went right back to your blissful riding. “S-Such a good, thick, hard cock,” you moaned. “You’re a b-bad boytoy, and a rather s-stupid boyfriend, but this – mm -  this cock of yours, Freddie – it’s s-so good! Ahh!” Your pussy clenched all over Fred’s cock. You cried out loudly, “Fred!”

Fred grunted heavily, and then he let out an explosive breath. However, he still had enough to sense to say, though rather pathetically, “But I-I’m a g-good boyfriend – uhn, fuck, baby! – You said I’d – uhhh – b-be all you w-want as a boyfriend.”

When you didn’t reply, Fred pressed, “Right? D-Don’t you r-remember?”

You ignored him and instead grinded your hips into him, taking him inside of you and having his cock rub up against your warm walls while his balls were pressed flush to your pussyhole.

“Mm,” you moaned again, deeply satisfied with your position right now – sitting on top of your boyfriend, feeling pretty with your neat hair, your cute lavender bra, and sparkly heart plug, teasing him to your heart’s content, and all the while getting to love him for being such a silly little thing. You kept one hand on the headboard, but with your other hand, you reached down and ruffled Fred’s hair. You took a moment to appreciate the fact that his face was the same color as his hair.

However, while you were sitting there and bouncing away, all pleased with yourself, Fred was feeling rather desperate underneath you. When you ruffled his hair, Fred growled and he caught your hand in his. Squeezing it quite hard, he pressed, while moaning pitifully, “R-Remember?”

“Quiet, you,” you breathed out, and you yanked your hand away.

Fred whimpered, though, and before you could help yourself, you were stroking his chest.

“It’s okay, baby,” you whispered, letting your voice give away the fact that you were teasing him and that, of course, he was the perfect boyfriend.

Fred softened slightly, as he felt the truth in your words and your gentle touch, and he started to reach for your hand again, but you got to his neck first – slotting your small hand against his neck and squeezing very lightly, but still enough to make Fred gasp out in surprise, “Uhhh…!”

“Yes, moan like that,” you encouraged, nodding down at him. “You sound so cute when you moan like that. It makes me want to…” You suddenly dug your knees into Fred’s sides and pushed yourself down, making your pussy take Fred’s cock even as you’d gone all tight – And that was the moment you chose to stutter out, “…Take a-all your cum.”

Taken aback by how tight your pussy had suddenly become, and by your heated words, Fred choked – you hastily took your hand away – and at the same time, Fred’s hands suddenly snapped into fists, and he gripped at your sheets so intensely that he accidentally pulled a little rip into them.

S-Shit, he thought in his head, I nearly came there. Fuck, that would have been far too quick. And what – what was that? Why did I like having her hand on my neck like that? Don’t tell me I’m into that shit.

Despite his thoughts, Fred whined slightly, as he wanted your hand back on his neck. You didn’t notice, however, as you were nearly at your limits too. You were now moaning up at the ceiling, with your eyes half-shut. Your gaze had gone all dreamy, as wonderful waves of pleasure were cresting between your legs.

“Ah! H-Hah, ah!” you panted loudly as you pushed yourself to keep up the pace and to keep bouncing and taking his cock deep inside of you. The insides of your thighs were now blushing a bright pink and your asshole was now feeling quite warm and tight, as your plug was pushing into you every time you bounced on top of Fred.

Your hips buckled forward without your intention at one point, but you didn’t want to stop, as you knew that Fred was close. You could feel his cock twitching inside of your pussy as you went up and down, and up and down, dragging your little hole up and down the length of his handsome, hard cock and filling yourself up with your boyfriend. Soon, you were gripping at the headboard with both of your hands, trying to maintain your balance as you kept fucking yourself hard on Fred’s cock.

“Ah!’ you kept moaning out. “Ah, ah, ah!”

Feeling both overwhelmed by how good you were riding him, and yet also slightly neglected as you didn’t seem to understand his whimpers, Fred was reduced to staring wantingly at you, even as you were giving your all in making love to him. Mm, look at her, sweating all over her tight little body, and her pussy’s getting all flushed and wet…

Fred watched you, while blinking furiously as his cock was now intensely swollen and heavily throbbing in your tight cunt. He took in the sight of your soft tummy rippling, as you worked to take him in. And he saw how that sinful little heart gem kept glistening as you worked your hips against Fred’s - how it flashed in the light as you dragged your hips forward and backward, in time to your bouncing on top of him.

Fuck me, I really am going to cum, Fred thought, and he felt rather helpless about it. Can’t help it when she’s so stunning and her pussy’s so fucking good and tight. And the way she rides me – it’s so intense, but so good. It’s just like when she took me in her mouth in that classroom and she made me cum so many times I thought I was going to fucking sob my heart out in front of her. She doesn’t act prissy at all when she’s making love. She takes and gives every bit she can, and yet – just look at her, look how put-together and perfect she looks. It’s so… fucking hot.

Just then, you moaned loudly, and your tummy and thighs caved in for a second – and then Fred felt a gush of your warm, sweet cum come down his cock.

Fred was fully whimpering again. Of course, he wasn’t aware that he was doing it. But he was painfully aware of the fact that he needed to grip something, to simply let this god damn, overwhelming tension out somehow. His palms were itching, and his toes were curled up tight. Fuck, I need to grab something – pull it, yank it, fucking grip it – or else my heart is gonna burst!

“B-Baby, p-please,” Fred managed to choke out.

“What?” you breathed out tiredly.

“L-Let me touch - Uhn!” Too impatient, Fred’s hands shot up and – “Ah!” you gasped, as Fred grabbed your bra and yanked  - “Fred, no!”

Snap! The bra straps broke. Fred eagerly flung the bra away, to join your panties somewhere on the floor.

You started to scold him, but Fred had already cupped his hands around your breasts and was now doing his utmost to touch him, squeeze them, and massage them, and his fingers kept pressing against your nipples, and your mind was going awry.

Your incoming scolding of “Fred, how dare you!” only came out as a half-hearted, dazed, “Fred, how – how – ah!”

In one breath, Fred muttered, “Shit, you’re so fucking beautiful. Why do you even wear lingerie when I prefer you naked?” As he spoke, he caught your nipple between his index and middle fingers and played with it.

“Ah, ah, ah… N-Not there…!” you moaned suddenly.

“Yeah, I know your weak spots too, you little slut,” Fred said, even as he was panting furiously. Taking some of that incredible pent-up energy out on you, he pinched hard at your nipples. “Right here, right, baby?”

“Ah!” You gasped. “N-No, not t-there!”

“What d’you mean, not there? That’s exactly where you’re all weak and needy,” Fred huffed out knowingly. He groped your breasts roughly, pushing his palms against your nipples now.

“Fred, you – ah – wait!” Your hands slipped from the headboard and onto Fred’s shoulders. You were leaning forward, with your head bowed forward. Your hair fell forward slightly, framing your face quite prettily. However, as you were no longer holding yourself up by the headboard, there was nothing to balance out your weight – and you abruptly sat on Fred’s cock.

You both jolted. Fred quickly made to sit up, to hug you, but you hurriedly shook your head and pushed him back down. “F-Fred, don’t ruin it,” you scolded.

“Wha - ? How would I ruin - ?”

“Sh…” You placed a shivering finger against his lips. “Ah… ‘S so much… Nngh…”  You put your trembling hands on Fred’s chest, as you tried to gather yourself back together. You blinked open your eyes.

Just then, Fred’s eyes met yours. He stared at you, taken aback by how radiant you looked, sitting on top of him and leaning over him like that, with your hair still so perfect and neat, and your eyes so bright and intense. Your thighs were shivering like mad, but your hands were gathered on top of his chest, and it was almost like you had found your home there, like you’d found the spot that made you feel safe.

Fred waited, trusting you when you said that you were all right, that you just needed him to wait for you for a little bit…

As you came back to yourself, you searched his eyes, too – and sure enough, you must have found what you were looking for, because you leaned down and kissed him.

“Mm…” Fred kissed you back, quite softly. He whispered, with his lips still pressed against yours, “You all right?”

“Yes,” you murmured back. “And I… Fred…”

“Hm?”

“I want you to cum.” Still pressed up against his chest and kissing him softly, you slowly started to work your hips against him once more. And as you got into it, you moaned, “Mmm… Yeah, baby, you can do it for me, can’t you? Cum all over me, I mean – or deep in my pussy, which is really what I prefer. I want to feel you cum inside me.”

“I… uhh… I can’t,” Fred groaned, though he knew he could and frankly, he would like nothing better than to do so. Still, his pride held him back as he remembered your “three minute” challenge.

“But I’m waiting,” you protested softly. “And you said you were a good boyfriend. Are you going to make me keep working? Even though I’ve worked so hard for you to feel good, and even though all I want, all I’m asking for, is for you to cum in me?” Your lips grazing his as you rolled your hips forward, milking his cock with your pussy repeatedly. The motion was so sensual, and Fred could feel your svelte little shape rolling so sweetly against him, and it seemed that you were asking him to cum not just with your words, but with your whole body. As if you needed it, needed him to cum in you, as if you were going to cry if he didn’t give it to you right now…

“I- I know, but I – uhn,” Fred moaned, shutting his eyes tightly. He couldn’t finish his sentence, as he focused on trying not to cum. His hips were extremely tense right now, as he was fighting the urge to thrust and to cum –

But then, you said it – you did the thing that messed with his head most of all. You played your most powerful card. You leaned forward and whispered breathlessly in his ear, “Please.”

Fred whimpered.

“I want to be filled,” you confessed. “I want you to fill me up. Right now.”

Fred reached up and made to clamp his hand over your mouth, to stop you from finalizing your guaranteed win. But you deftly avoided his hand and continued to whisper, “Please. If you care for me at all, you’ll give it to me. Please, please, please fill up my pussy.”

“Oh, Gods,” Fred moaned. “B-Baby, stop – stop talking or – uhh – you’ve got to – to stop t-talking…!”

Fred felt you shift ever so slightly, as you reached down and pulled your little heart plug out of your ass, shuddering a little as you did. “Look,” you whispered, “I don’t even need this anymore.” You gently tossed the plug to the side. You leaned right back into him, as you murmured, “I just need you. Need you to cum in me, sweetheart.” All this time, your hips were going up and down, up and down, as your warm, soft pussy took Fred in and in and in…

Oh, Godric, just murder me now, Fred thought. He was literally shaking all over.

You let out a soft breath and whispered, “Aren’t you gonna cum for me? Aren’t you gonna…?”

That was it. In desperation, Fred tried to hold his breath, only to burst out – “Ugh!”

Grabbing your hips frantically, Fred suddenly came in you. You gasped. Before you could even finish your gasp, however, Fred’s hands had slid down onto your ass, and he pushed you down and held you down on his cock as he fucking came in you.

“AH!” you moaned loudly. You felt Fred’s cock slam back into your pussy and you snapped – for a moment, you were arched in the air as an intense heat bloomed in your body – and then you fell forward again. Burying your face against Fred’s neck, you cried out again, “Ahhh!”

Fred, moaning loudly, began blinding thrusting into you, as his climax peaked, and all of that tension spilled out of his body – and into yours.  

“N-Nngh!” you half-moaned and half-mewled as you felt Fred’s cock unforgivingly push into your pussy. A wet squelch sounded out, and you knew Fred was fucking his cum deep inside of you now. Gasping loudly and no longer able to form words, you opted for nonverbal communication. You grabbed Fred’s hair and yanked – making him whimper – but Fred stayed with you, holding your hips down and keeping your pussy exactly where he needed it as he rutted into you desperately, fucking you as hard as he could as he came inside of you.

“Ah - Nngh!” you cried out again. “Ah, ah, ah, F-Fred!”

“Fuck!” Fred burst out, finally admitting his defeat. In-between hard-earned breaths, he choked out, “Feels – so – fucking – good – this – pant – pussy – UHN!”

“Ahhh!” You shuddered all over. Your hands slipped off of Fred’s chest and onto the sheets, and you gripped at them for all you were worth. Your legs were still gathered up on either side of Fred, but you were otherwise leaning over Fred, very low on the bed, and in this rather intense position, you were crying out, and almost sobbing, “Ah, ah, ah!”

Everything was blurry, and you couldn’t seem to find your breath, and it was so warm between your legs, and your heart was going to burst, but you were so happy, so happy it was Fred.

Only, Fred was so eager in his giving you what you wanted, what you asked for, that he suddenly wrapped his arms around your waist and pushed you down and at the same time, he thrust his hips up for all he was worth – !!! You blanked out for a second.

Fred felt his vision go blurry, too. He let out an almost guttural moan of deep, intense pleasure. The sense of satisfaction, too, in cumming so deep inside of you was immeasurable for Fred.

Your body had gone all taut – and when you finally let out a hard, harsh breath, you found that you could still feel the tip of Fred’s cock kissing your cervix. Your entire body was buzzing all over with this strange, fervent electricity.  “O-Oh God,” you choked out, gritting your teeth.

“Mmm,” Fred moaned loudly between pants. “I can – huff  - feel you, baby. I’m deep inside of you, aren’t I? Fucking deep, yeah?”

“Ah - yes!” you cried out loudly.

“C-cumming in y-you,” Fred breathed out. “J-Just like you asked…”

“Ah – ah – ah…!” you panted loudly.

Fred didn’t let up for a long time, and you felt that golden, thrumming thread buzzing all up and down your spine, and that intense pressure deep in your pussy, in your tummy, and the tension within you kept rising until – you spasmed, twisting your hips this way and that, kicking your legs out, with your tummy buckling as you breathed quickly and heavily. “Nnngh!” you groaned out, in a long and labored moan, as Fred kept hitting that deep, sweet spot inside of you that you hadn’t even known existed before now.

“Yes, cumming deep in you,” Fred grunted. “And you take it so well, baby…”

Your eyes were squeezed shut, and you were having to trade off between pants and moans, but you managed to whisper, in a choked, tiny voice, “Y-Yeah, t-take it for you – ah, ah, ah…”

Fred messily patted your head. “G-Good girl,” he whispered hoarsely. “So… fucking… good… Uhh…”

Finally, Fred softened inside of you. As soon as he’d gotten his breath back, he checked in on you. “Baby,” he said, still rather hoarsely, “you all right? I didn’t go too deep and hurt you, did I?”

You lifted your head. “No. It wasn’t deep. Not at all.”

Fred lifted an eyebrow at you.

In a soft voice, you repeated his words back to him, “I think you overestimate what you do to me.”

Fred rolled his eyes. He brought his arms up and hugged you against his chest. Nuzzling the top of your head with his cheek, he muttered, “Yeah, right. Liar. I could feel you trembling.” Then, bringing his knee up, he gently pressed it between your legs, right against your pussy.

You instantly, helplessly, let out a soft moan. “Ah…”

Startled at the noise you’d let out, you started to push Fred’s arms away, but Fred only hugged you tighter and murmured, “Still all warm down there. Reckon we can go for a round two, yeah?”

Turning your head, you looked towards the clock in your room.  Eh… Not quite three minutes. He nearly made it to four minutes, after all. You sighed. I must be going soft for Fred.

But you simply brought your hand up and patted Fred’s blushing cheek. “Good. I’d be let down if you couldn’t go for another round after blowing your load in three minutes. Tell me you weren’t trying. Please. Because if you were, that was pathetic, Fred.”

Fred immediately insisted, “I wasn’t trying.”

You laughed. “O-kay. I be-lieve you. You weren’t trying.”

 “I’m serious,” Fred growled. “I could’ve lasted a lot longer than that.”

“Really?” you said, feigning surprise. “But just look at you. You’re red and pink all over.” You reached up and poked his cheek. You watched as a spot of paler skin appeared just before it became all red again. You then scrawled lightly, “Freddie” with your fingertip, and you watched it glow white before it faded back to pink. You went again, but this time drew out “Freddie boy” and added a heart shape at the end.

Knowing what you were doing, Fred said wryly, “Having fun there?”

You grinned. “Very much so.” You then gave him your best puppy eyes, as you pressed softly, “You see why I like to call you ‘Freddie’? Your little whimper is so cute, and you cum so pathetically - ”

“I do not cum pathetically - ”

“Won’t you reconsider?”

“Merlin, are you still on about that?”

“If you really hate it, I won’t ask again,” you said honestly. “But just think it over one more time. Please. For me. Your girlfriend. Who thinks you’re absolutely adorable when you whimper and cum inside of me all…” You cocked your head at him and gave him a small, innocent smile as you used the word again: “…pathetically.”

Fred sighed.

Your eyes widened. “Is that a yes?”

“No, that was a sigh. And this is me ignoring your request.” With that, Fred put his hands behind his head and looked up at the ceiling.

“Oh.” You simply went back to drawing hearts on Fred. After a moment, however, you mused, “Do you not like cumming in me?”

Fred snorted. “What, is that a trick question?”

“Then what are you being so defensive for?” you asked, while quietly spelling out ‘defensive ass’ in your tracing. “You came in me. Is it so bad that it happened quickly? Or that I tease you to get you there? Hm?”

“Well, no. But…”

You snickered when you saw how easily Fred softened for you. Falls for it every time, you thought. He’s too nice.

“But what?” you said innocently. “Is it because you know already?”

“Know what?”

Your eyes brightened, and a pleased smile began to reveal itself on your lips, as you whispered lovingly, “That I’ll never let you live it down. That I’ll never stop teasing you about how I made you cum so quickly. How I made you putty in my hands. How I put you in your place after you said I couldn’t do it. How you’ve come so far as my boyfriend, but how you’re still just sweet ol’ Freddie, panting and pleading and dying for his mistress to give him a little bit of pussy. Hm….?”

Fred rolled his eyes. But at the same time, you noticed the way his chest tensed up at once. You burst out laughing.

Annoyed, Fred shifted away, onto his side, so that he was facing away from you.

Still chortling, you reached out to grab your pillow – only to find that it wasn’t where it usually was. Oh, did I push it off accidentally? You sat up and peered over the bed, looking for it. But it wasn’t on the floor. You frowned. “Where is my pillow?”

“I dunno.”

You looked over at Fred, only to see him with his eyes closed, clearly laying on your pink pillow. You considered yanking it out from under his head, but he looked so comfortable, as if he were floating on a cloud, that you found that you couldn’t. It would be like taking candy from a baby, you thought, sighing.

“What’re you sighing for? Get back over here.” Fred extended his arm out to you.

You grudgingly accepted his offer of peace. Once you did, you had to appreciate the outcome, because as it turned out, you got to rest your head on your favorite place anyways – Fred’s chest.  

Fred  closed his arm around you, drawing you in against him. “Now, pipe down,” he murmured. “We’re going to take a little nap and then we’re going to go another round, because I can’t walk into Potions with my head held high if I only lasted three minutes with you, in the entire hour of lunch.”

You immediately knew that Fred was going to sleep for the rest of lunch, and that it was going to be a right hassle to get him up in time for Potions, but seeing that he was tired, all you did was mumble out your soft agreement of, “Okay. Good plan.”

You felt Fred falling asleep – his arm loosened around you slightly, and his breathing slowed into a very steady rise and fall. Closing your eyes, you basked in the warmth of the moment, and you wondered how you could have ever lived without knowing that your heart could feel so full.

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When Fred awoke, you were already gone. He sleepily looked at the clock – and immediately cursed, “Oh, bollocks!”

Fred half-jumped and half-fell out of bed. He hurriedly pulled on his briefs and trousers and then made to yank on his shirt – only he couldn’t find it anywhere. He turned your blankets upside down trying to find it. Finally, throwing his hands up in defeat, he whipped around and headed for the door, intending to run up to his dormitory to grab another shirt when he spotted it. He stuttered to a stop before the door. For you had hung his shirt on the hook on the door and magicked it pink. You had also set up his tie so that it was properly tied and he could simply slip it on and tighten it. But then, the finishing and most important touch was that you had pinned, onto his shirt, a parchment which you had titled, ‘Signature Page to the Petition to Fred Gideon Weasley, regarding the use of certain pet names,’ and scribbled out a line, over which you had written, in perfect cursive: Please sign here.

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[valentineforlemonandcherry]

hi! this is the anon that asked a question about a few months ago. i just saw that u said you weren’t able to see messages, so hopefully this will get through. i have 2 questions about light and dark. were the only partners angel had, potter and lastrange? (and black in the james au). second question, in the james au, angel said the only intercorse she had with lastrange was piv but i remember they did anal. am i mistaken? love your work <3

Hi! I'm not sure about Baby/Angel's partners in total. I guess I only thought of her with Potter/Lestrange and that A/U with Black. I do think that between falling in love with Lestrange the first time, then with Potter, then with Lestrange, that covers most of her life, and I didn't necessarily get the sense that Baby/Angel trusted people easily, so in that sense, I think they were probably the only partners she had. That being said, that doesn't mean that that's all that definitively happened. So, feel free to interpret.

On the second question - I didn't remember that, evidently, but good on you for remembering! Thanks.

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[valentineforlemonandcherry]

Just checking in. I hope you’re doing well!!!

Hi love! Yes, I'm doing well. Thanks so much for asking. I hope you're doing wonderful, too. ♥︎

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[valentineforlemonandcherry]

Hi! Hope you're doing well. I was just wondering if Ash & Skyllight is still going? The way you write Oliver is wonderful

Hello! I hope you're doing well too. Yes, Ash & Skylight is still going. I've not been posting Ash & Skylight chapters lately because I'm ruminating a bit on how to present the story, but I know where it's going and I have some drafts. Thanks for your patience, and I'm really happy to hear you like the way Oliver is written!

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[valentineforlemonandcherry]

hi hi i noticed you haven’t posted in a while. are you still writing or is this account inactive now? i miss reading your work! hope things are well:)

Hello! I always write and post when I can, but I'm not sure myself when that will be. So, the account will always be active in the sense that I'll definitely put more writing out, but I can't really promise when, and I can understand if other people consider my account inactive. Thanks for your kind comment! I'm glad you like reading my work.

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[valentineforlemonandcherry]

havent finished ur james potter fic, but i have a question. did baby/angel have another partner while lastrange and her were broken up? i’ve only read up until part 24 and im a bit curious as to how many men she’s been with

Hi! I didn't think she had another partner, but I didn't really think about it definitively, so I think it's up to interpretation!

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[valentineforlemonandcherry]

Joke's On You 16

When Fred Weasley carelessly bumps into you into the hallway, you decide to take him a notch down; not by berating him, but by showing him up at his own game of using your charm and intellect to get what you want. And it’s fine if the end result doesn’t leave everyone quite satisfied - in fact, that’s what you want…

[Fred Weasley x Reader.] [Warning: Story Contains Explicit Smut.] [Warning: Non-Consent.] [Warning: Manipulation.] [Warning: Humiliation.]

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The Slytherins came back from holiday to find the most horrendous smell lurking in their common room. The obvious answer, of course, was to simply Vanish the smell. However, the smell was sure to return again over time. Besides, everyone wanted to know what the source was. Was it Goyle’s filthy Quidditch shoes, stewing away in the far corner? Was it Parkinson’s horned toad, who kept leaving a trail of droppings from the entryway to the window? Or had Filch’s dirty mop finally gotten so incredibly filthy that instead of cleaning, it soiled everything it touched?

The Slytherins grudgingly searched the common room, walking around with their noses plugged until they were next to whatever they thought was the source of the scent, then unplugging their nose to sniff it, only to shake their head and hastily plug their nose back up. Finally, fed-up with what he called “servants’ work,” Draco Malfoy cried out in a plugged, warbly voice, “My father will hear about this!” Hundreds of miles away, Lucius felt a sudden crick in his neck. 

At long last, Professor Snape was called in. Imagine his fury when he discovered a well-placed, completely rotten egg under the tile under the foot of the grand piano. He puffed up in anger, with his chest welling up so much that it strained his tightly buttoned-up black robe. He opened his mouth –

At the precise moment that Snape began to let out his breath of rage, over in the Gryffindor common room, Neville’s frog, Trevor, emitted a long, high-pitched whistle that alarmed everyone – and not in the least Fred and George. Because for a split second, Fred and George thought that their mum had followed them all the way to Hogwarts to yell at them again. It would have been good timing too, Fred thought wryly, as he, George, and Lee began to pull all manner of goods out of the secret compartments of their trunks. 

Almost an hour later, Fred finally announced, “That’s everything.”

“Great,” George said. “Let’s sort it all out and write out that order form again.”

Lee nodded over at Fred’s trunk. “What’s that?”

Fred didn’t need to look over to see what Lee was referring to. There was only one item left in his trunk and he’d left it there because it would have hurt his pride to take it out. Nevertheless, the tips of Fred’s ears went red as he muttered, “Nothing. Never mind that.” 

Stuffed in the corner of his trunk lay the heart-covered boxers you’d gotten him for Christmas. 

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You were happy to return to classes – most of all, Charms. As you took your usual seat next to Kenneth, you gloated, “Well, well, so you got me in nearly all of our subjects – except this one, huh?” You waggled your finger at him. “You can beat me ten times over in Potions and Arithmancy and what-have-you, but never in Charms.”

Kenneth merely said, “You seem very happy.”

“Why shouldn’t I be?” you replied, as you sat down and began to pull your notes out. As you set your parchment down on the desk, Kenneth frowned.

“What is that?” Kenneth asked, pointing at a rude doodle drawn on the parchment.

You peered down at it. It was a small doodle of a devil cat, clearly enjoying its time as it basked in the flames of hell. You quickly turned the parchment over to hide it – only, scrawled on the back of the parchment were the words, Yours truly, Fredrick Gideon Weasley.  You flushed as you hurriedly put the parchment back into your bag. Kenneth stared at you.

When you turned back around, he said, cautiously, “I wasn’t going to bring this up, but just before break, I happened to be in the Great Hall for breakfast - ”

You couldn’t help but giggle at this, as you pointed out, “You make it sound like that happened against your own will, Kenneth.”

Kenneth turned slightly pink. But he continued, “ - and I saw - well, the whole school saw - Fred Weasley asking you out.”

You suddenly went quiet.

Sensing that he had the advantage, Kenneth pressed, “Is it true?”

“Well, it sounds like you saw it with your own two eyes, so who am I to deny that?”

“You know that’s not what I meant.” 

You began to rummage around in your school bag, looking for a quill or a book or something (anything, really, except that piece of parchment), when Kenneth reached over and grasped your arm to stop you. “Are you really dating Fred Weasley?” 

You met Kenneth’s eyes. Oh, he’s my friend. I can’t lie to him. Besides, I’m not ashamed or anything to be with Fred. In fact, I’m rather proud of it.

“Yes,” you confirmed.

You expected Kenneth to let go of your arm, but he only held on harder as he pressed, “Have you lost your senses? Of all people, Fred Weasley?”

“Yes,” you said stubbornly, now trying to sidle your arm out of Kenneth’s grasp.

Just then, a familiar voice said, rather meanly, “Oi. Let go of her arm.” 

You and Kenneth both looked up to see Fred standing there.  Kenneth slowly let go of your arm.

“Hi, Fred,” you said brightly.

“Hi, hellcat,” Fred responded, though he lifted his eyebrow at you. “Interesting conversation you’re having here, huh?”

Kenneth’s brow furrowed, as he put together the drawing with Fred’s nickname for you.

You replied, “Not really. I was only slandering your name, and Kenneth here was sticking up for your honor.” You reached over and thumped Kenneth heartily in the back.

“Oh, really?” Fred said wryly, his mouth twisting into a rather cruel shape.

“Yes, really,” you stressed. “So, you should move along before McGonagall comes in and starts the term by taking twenty points away from her own house.”

“Fine,” Fred replied. But before he stepped past you and Kenneth, he said, “And it’s none of your business, innit, Towler?”

Kenneth shook his head at you, as if to say, ‘Really? That guy?’

You looked over at Kenneth and nodded, replying wordlessly, Yeah, that guy.

“But you’re a prefect,” Kenneth said, speaking quietly now.

“Yes, I am.”

“How are you going to - ? Isn’t it going to pose a problem? I mean, aren’t you going to let him off the hook now?”

“Oh, no. Absolutely not,” you said earnestly. “I’m going to be more strict with him than ever. In fact, I don’t think it’s an overstatement to say that Fred Weasley will be the reason I become Head Girl. I’m going to catch him so many times that it’ll be a new record for how many times a prefect has rounded up a villain.”

“Villain?”

“Fine. Mischief-maker. But you get my point.”

“And he’s not going to be mad at you?”

You snorted. “I damn well hope he is. That stupid Fred Weasley.” 

You buried your head in your book, trying to hide the happy blush that was spreading on your face as you thought of ‘stupid Fred Weasley.’ 

*     *     *     *     *     *     *     *     *     *

During lunch, you came over to Fred’s dormitory. Knocking on the door,  you sang out, “Fred! Could you come out here, please? I have something for you.”

Inside, you heard George throw something and then call out, “Oi! Fred! Devil’s knocking on the door, and it’s for you.”

You paused. Then, you knocked on the door again and said, in a very different tone, “Hey, you in there, what did you just call me?”

Just then, the door opened. It was Fred. “Hi, hellcat. Come to see me?”

“Yes,” you said. “Could you please come out here? I want to speak with you.”

Fred started to step out, but as he did, you caught sight of George and Lee sitting on the bed in the room. You pointed at George and said knowingly, “You.”

George ignored you – and Fred had shut the door. Turning to you, Fred immediately meant to grab you and kiss you hello, but as he made to reach for you, you stopped him short by suddenly presenting him with a piece of parchment.

Fred looked down at it. “What’s this?”

You tapped the top of the parchment, where you had neatly titled it: Petition to Fred Gideon Weasley, regarding the use of certain pet names. You explained, “I would like to reserve the names, ‘Freddie’ and ‘Freddie boy’ for cases of cuteness.”

Fred instantly looked disgusted, but he also looked a tad confused. “You wrote an entire letter just for that?”

“That’s right. It’s my petition to you, my boyfriend,” you said softly. Reaching out, you gently stroked Fred’s tie. “I miss my pet names for you.”

Fred snorted. “You can call me pet names, just – just something more fitting.”

You cocked your head at him. “Like what?”

“Like…” Fred thought about it for a moment. Then, his eyes brightened, and he suggested proudly, “Like ‘Sir.’”

You blinked. “Sir?” you repeated.

Fred smirked slyly at you. “That’s right.”

“Oh…” Your brow furrowed – and then you burst into laughter. “Ha, ha, ha!” You keeled over and laughed merrily, and you accidentally forced Fred into a bow, as you were still holding onto his tie.

“Oi, you’re – you’re choking me,” Fred groaned.

“Oh! Sorry!” You let go of his tie, but you kept laughing into your hands.

“What?” Fred said defensively. “What’s so funny about that?”

You wiped tears from your eyes and waved him away, chortling, “Anyways, Fred, have a serious thought about the original petition, please.”

*     *     *     *     *     *     *     *     *     *

The class after lunch was Potions. When Professor Snape stormed into the dungeon, everyone immediately fell quiet. At once, he barked out, “Weasley!”

Fred and George chorused together, “Yes?”

“On your feet!”

Fred stood up. Meanwhile, George remained sitting.

Snape glared at George. “I said, on your feet!”

“Oh, I thought you meant him. Sorry.” George stood up, and Fred sat down.

“No, both of you, on your feet!”

About half of the class giggled as George then (completely unnecessarily) sat back down before he and Fred stood up together.

“A regular ol’ circus act,” Lee murmured appreciatively.

“Stupid,” Kenneth muttered under his breath. “They’re only making Snape angrier.”

“I shall give you one chance for repentance before I report you to the Head of your House,” Snape said thinly. “Which of you disrespectful dunderheads decided it was a good idea to hide a rotting egg  under a tile under the piano in the Slytherin common room?”

Your eyes flashed. Oh Merlin, I completely forgot about that.

“Neither of us, sir,” Fred said confidently.

“Is that so?” Snape sneered, clearly not believing Fred.

“Yep,” Fred replied. His eyes twinkled merrily, as if he was secretly dying with laughter inside.

George chirped up, “Cross my heart and hope to die, Professor.”

Your cheeks slowly turned red, as you realized both Fred and George were teasing you, though both of them were pros and didn’t so much as throw you a wink.

David mused, “I thought only first year girls used phrases like that.”

Your cheeks brightened even further. “Some – Some older students might use that phrase, too,” you murmured defensively.

Snape ground his teeth in frustration. “I have tried to give you a chance for repentance - ”

“With all due respect, Professor, I did all my repentance on New Year’s. I had an angel come by and lead me through the whole she-bang,” Fred said, in a mockingly innocent tone. “So I reckon I’m clean as a sheet - ”

Snape blew up. “Enough! Enough! I shall – I shall see to your punishment after class. Sit down. Now.”

*     *     *     *     *     *     *     *     *     *

When class ended, you dawdled near your desk.  Meanwhile, Fred and George dutifully came up to Snape’s desk.

“Are you aware of how long it took Mr. Filch and myself to discover where the horrendous smell was coming from?” Snape seethed.

“No,” George said. “To be honest, we’re not at all sure of what you’re talking about, Professor. Could you maybe explain to us -?”

Slam. Snape brought his book down on his desk. He grasped the edges of his desk and leaned over it to peer unpleasantly into Fred and George’s faces. “The two of you will never have another moment out of detention again. I shall assign to you six months’ worth of - ”

“Oh, no!” you cried out, as you dropped an ink bottle. It smashed and went all over the floor. Distressed, you sat down and began to wipe at the ink with your sleeve.

Snape berated you, “Idiot girl! Did you forget you’re magical? Move aside.”

You shifted out of the way and Snape waved his wand. The ink cleared up at once.

“Sorry, Professor,” you said earnestly. “I was only looking for my quill and ink because I had some questions to ask you about the Draught of Living Death. You were saying something about its alchemic properties and I didn’t understand - ”

Snape closed his eyes for a moment, trying to contain his fury. Finally, he said, “Read the textbook, then. I will not spend my time entertaining the most basic of questions. And, Mr. Weasley - ”

“Yes?” Fred and George chorused together again.

“Out. Get out. But be warned, if I ever catch you pulling such a prank again - ”

“Professor, we’d never - ”

“ – Honestly - ”

“- We don’t even know - ”

“ – what this is all about - ”

“ – But good day, Professor - ”

“ – Take care - ”

“- And happy New Year’s!”

The twins had been slowly tripping backwards towards the door and when they let out their cheerful New Year’s greetings, they slipped out of the room.

Meanwhile, you had finished stuffing your quill back into your bag and you high-tailed out of there as well.

*     *     *     *     *     *     *     *     *     *

You spent the evening with your friends, coming up with study plans for the term. Afterwards, as you made your way back up to your prefect’s room, out from a secret passageway, a tall, ginger-haired boy suddenly appeared and wrapped his long arms around you.

“Well, well,” Fred whispered teasingly in your ear. “Look who’s become a little rogue. I always knew I’d bring you over to my side.”

You scoffed. “As if. I simply thought it was unfair that Snape was trying to punish you when he had no evidence that you actually committed the deed.”

“Mhm,” Fred agreed, squeezing you in his arms and nudging the top of your head with his chin to make you squirm, “especially because if he followed the trail all the way through, he’d find you  holding the end of the rope, right?”

“No.”

“Who was the one that asked for the egg to be hidden under a tile under the piano?” Fred reached down and grasped your chin with his hand and made you turn your head to look up at him. “Who was it, hm?”

You yanked your head away and said lightly, “I have no idea.”

“No?”

“No. Truly haven’t the foggiest.”

“Maybe because you were drunk off of Firewhiskey that night,” Fred said, grinning now. “And you’d taken a bucket to the head - ”

You reached up and pushed your hand against Fred’s lips. “Shush, you.”

Fred shook his head, shaking your hand off of his mouth. “Drop any more fireworks, lately?”

You scowled. “You keep this up and I’ll drop you.”

Fred grabbed your wrist and pulled you back to him. “You could never,” he said knowingly. “You couldn’t live without me, your boyfriend.”

You eyed him skeptically. “You’re being disgusting, Fred.”

“Am not.” Fred proceeded to make all sorts of kissy faces at you, clearly making fun of you.

You took the opportunity to stomp hard on his foot.

“Ow!” Fred yelled. He hurriedly stepped back.

Slinging your school bag coolly over your shoulder and walking away, you waved your fingers in the air and called, “Come find me when you’re done being a moron.”

*     *     *     *     *     *     *     *     *     *

Fred did come and visit you, in your prefect’s room, later that night.

When he walked in, he was grinning to himself and he was dusting his hands off of something…

You hesitated. “What were up to, Fred?”

“Hm? Oh, nothing,” Fred said easily. “Just testing the properties of permanent ink.”

You blinked. “Why in the world would you need to test for that? Isn’t the main property in the name?”

“Of course, silly, but how permanent is ‘standard permanent’?” Fred explained. “And would it be possible to create, let’s say, an ink that is permanent unless removed by a very particular, even singular, singular erasing liquid?”

“Well, of course it’s possible."

Fred gave you a doubtful look.

You reeled off impressively, “You’d have to find a type of ink that wasn’t based on whatever regular ink is based on. Then, in terms of creating a singular erasing liquid, it would essentially come down to an application of Golpalott’s Third Law for antidotes. In other words, the erasing compound wouldn’t ever be a simple one-to-one ratio or the simple sums of the ratios present in the permanent ink. Something alchemic would need to happen to create a true antidote – or, in this case, a true and singular erasing ointment.”

Fred clapped his hands together. “Brilliant! That’s how we can create an ink where only the prankster can erase the ink. That’s mighty helpful. Thanks, love.”

You paused. “Wait, what? That was why you asked me that?”

“I didn’t ask you, technically speaking,” Fred pointed out. “I was merely speaking aloud an observational question. It was you that couldn’t pass up the opportunity to show off and be little-miss-know-it-all.”

Your jaw dropped open. He pretended to look foolish on purpose, just to egg me on!

Fred waggled his finger at you. “Humility, love, you’ve got to learn it someday. You’re just too full of yourself.”

“Me?!” you said indignantly. “I was merely sharing my knowledge with you, hoping to educate your stupid little brain. It’s not my fault all you can think about is pranks - ”

“ – and pussy,” Fred finished for you. He pranced over to you and grabbed your face in his hand. Leaning towards you, he made a kissy face and said, in an overly playful voice, “And it looks like I’ve got both of those sorted out right here.” He squeezed your cheeks in his hand and leaned in to peck your nose.  

You went bright red. “Fred!”

Fred chuckled merrily. He let go of your face, but he shoved his hands in his pockets and leaned towards you as he said, rather brightly and boyishly, “Wow, this is what flusters you? Look at you, red as a tomato. Of all the embarrassing shit you pull, the fact that you helped me develop a product is what sinks you?”

Your mouth turned into a very thin line, and you made to turn away from Fred. But he grabbed you and pulled you into his arms.

Fred’s breath tickled you as he murmured teasingly into your ear. “Where d’you think you’re going, huh? You’re in your own room. There’s nowhere to go to.”

You quickly batted him away.

Fred laughed and let you go. He then started to flop over onto your bed, but you made him wash his hands first.

You paused, however, when you heard your shower start up. Ten minutes later, Fred walked out, wearing nothing but one of your fluffy pink towels. You stared at him.

Fred smiled as he ran another towel – a lavender one – through his hair. “Like what you see, mistress?”

You cleared your throat. You did, in fact, like what you were seeing. Except his chest is too clean-looking. It doesn’t have the kiss marks that it should have… from me.

You shook your head, trying to clear your mind of such wanting thoughts. Then, standing up, you pointed to your bed. “Have a seat, Fred.”

Fred snorted. “What is this, a business meeting?”

“Yes.” You brought your notebook over to the bed and plopped down with it. You pointed to your notebook. “Listen here. I’m going to offer you a little deal. You’d be a fool not to take it, I think, but well – it’s your life and I don’t like forcing anyone into anything, so…”

Fred glanced down at your notebook. “What the hell is that supposed to be? A rune?”

“No.” You pushed the notebook towards him. “Have you ever heard of the game ‘tic tac toe’?”

Fred shook his head.

“Well, it’s easy enough. The goal is to get three in a row,” you explained. “But here’s what I propose: Every time you and George pull one of your stupid pranks and you don’t get caught, you get a turn. But every time I help a professor catch you, then I get a turn. Except if it’s Snape, Filch, or Umbridge, of course. I won’t help them catch you – unless I’m really annoyed with you, that is.”

“Why’s that?” Fred asked, curious.

“Because Snape, Filch, and Umbridge aren’t fair with their punishments,” you explained succinctly. “But the other professors are – and you do deserve to be punished. You, George, and Lee are absolutely awful students. And from the sounds of it, the three of you are developing and selling a lot of stupid things - ”

“ - Our products aren’t stupid, they’re brilliant - ”

“And I’m not going to allow that, much less facilitate that.” You gave him a stern look. “Do I make myself clear?”

Fred rolled his eyes. Reaching out, he brushed the notebook away. “Or, how about you just help me get out of every punishment ever?” He leaned back onto your bed. At the same time, he reached over and grabbed you by your waist and pulled you on top of him.

“No,”  you emphasized, hitting his chest lightly with your hands. “Can’t let you do that, Fred.”

“Why not?”

“Because I’m a prefect and that means something to me,” you said. “Besides, I promised Kenneth I would continue to be a good prefect.”

Fred frowned. “You promised Kenneth?”

“Yeah, Kenneth – you know, top of our class, fellow prefect, and my study friend. That Kenneth.” You pretended as if you hadn’t mentioned Kenneth on purpose and as if you were describing him only to help Fred remember who he was, but Fred caught the mean glimmer in your eye.

Fred growled. “You tease.” He suddenly gripped your wrists in his hands quite tightly. “You’re just dangling him in front of me, aren’t you, to get me all riled up?”

You laughed softly. “Maybe,” you admitted. Looking down at your hands, caught in his, you said pleasantly, “I think it’s working, don’t you?” You then nodded down at the pink towel that Fred was still wearing. “By the way, pink looks quite nice on you.”

Fred groaned. He dropped your hands and then, pushing you off of him, he rolled over and buried his face in your pillow.

You grabbed the notebook and followed him, nudging his shoulder repeatedly. “Fred? Fred? C’mon, won’t you play the game with me?”

“No,” Fred said emphatically.

“But you haven’t even heard what the prize is,” you pointed out.

“Don’t care,” Fred said shortly.

“Do you know what it is?” you pressed.

Fred was quiet for a moment.

He’s going to ask, you thought confidently. He won’t be able to stand the idea of missing out. He’s going to ask me… any second now –

“All right. What the hell’s the prize?”

You grinned. Rolling over so that you fell into his lap, you looked up at him and whispered lovingly, “Anything you want.”

*     *     *     *     *     *     *     *     *     *

“Professor McGonagall!” you shouted fiercely. “There they are!” 

Fred, George, and Lee, who were all gathered around the entrance of the Slytherin common room, wheeled around. Spotting you, Fred cursed.

Dropping the net they had been installing over the Slytherin common room entrance, all three of them ran for it.

“Iterdum!” You performed a Trip Jinx, pointing your wand at none other than Fred – and it caught him.

With a shout, Fred went sprawling onto the ground. However, just before McGonagall caught up to you, two pairs of hands reached out from behind the adjacent hallway and dragged Fred along the ground and out of sight.

Huffing and puffing, McGonagall appeared behind you. Her hat was lopsided. “Where are they?”

Glumly, you said, “They left.”

*     *     *     *     *     *     *     *     *     *

“First move goes to Fred!” Fred crowed gleefully as he placed an X right at the center of your little tic-tac-toe board.

You crossed your arms over your chest. “It shouldn’t count. You were dragged out like a dying seal.”

“Doesn’t matter how it happened,” Fred countered. He fell back onto your bed. Running his hand through his hair, he mused, “Now, let’s see, what shall I have you do when I win?”

“You’re getting ahead of yourself,” you said, still annoyed.

Fred looked over at you and shot you an easy grin. “Sour grapes already? Boy, are you a sore loser.”

“I’m not sore and I’m not a loser,” you fired back. “I just don’t see what the point of you running your stupid little brain is, when I’m going to win anyways.”

“It’s just part of the fun, innit?” Fred said, now grinning even more cheekily at you. “I can imagine you however I like…” He closed his eyes. Imagining you, he moaned softly.

You scoffed.

Fred smirked. Without opening his eyes, he murmured, “Good girl, you know what I want already, even without me telling you.” 

“No,” you said stoutly. “Rather, I know how simple-minded you are, and how crass, and how - ”

While you were speaking, you had slowly wandered over to the bed and were now standing at the edge of the bed. Fred, still keeping his eyes closed, suddenly lifted one leg and tripped you. You fell right onto the bed, with a surprised shriek.

Fred grabbed you by the shoulders, and pushed you back onto the bed. He kissed you hungrily, making your lips part with his own and swallowing your fevered gasp. His hands roamed all over your body at once, making you go all soft and flushed for him.

“F-Fred…” you moaned softly, almost whining as he bit your lower lip and tugged playfully.

“I bet your plans for me are just as crass,” Fred whispered accusingly. “So, who are you to go calling me simple-minded and all that? Huh?”

“Well, but it’s true – mmm…” You felt Fred’s mouth push roughly against yours again, and his hands slipped under your shirt. His hands warmed up your tummy quickly and then, Fred groped your breasts adoringly, if not a little impatiently. Meanwhile, you had your hands wrapped around his slender neck and while you weren’t choking him, you reveled in being able to keep your hands there, slotted against his neck, keeping him warm while being able to hold onto him.

The two of you became lost in kissing each other for a long moment.

However, when Fred pulled away to catch his breath, you managed to whisper, “I’ve given it a lot of thought, Fred. If I win, I’m going to make you…”

“What?” Fred asked breathlessly.

“…Study.”

“What?” The romantic, heated atmosphere broke entirely as Fred sat up indignantly. “You’re going to make me what?”

Your lips, now flushed pink from kissing Fred, spread into a wicked little smile. You remained lying down, but your eyes slipped down and you gazed at Fred through half-lidded eyes as you whispered, seductively (and sardonically), “Study, Fred.”

Fred scoffed. “You’ve got to be joking.”

“Mm,” you agreed lightly. You shifted over so that you could slip your head into his lap.

Fred only scowled at you.

“Fred,” you whispered, staring up at his ugly, immature expression in secret joy.

Fred ignored you.

Your heart skipped a beat. “Fred…”

Still nothing.

“I said I wasn’t sore yet…” Staring up into his eyes and slowly reaching out to pull at the end of his tie, you asked him in a gentle and honest voice, “I have to go and patrol the halls in an hour. Before then – could you maybe make me sore?”

Fwump.

You half-gasped and half-giggled as Fred roughly threw you over onto the bed and leaned over you.

“For Merlin’s sake, will you ever put me down nicely?”

“Shut up,” Fred growled, as he went to unzip his pants at once.

“Mm, nice growl, puppy,” you cooed. “And come closer, I want to rip off all your buttons.” You reached up and flexed your hands and grinned up at him.

Fred muttered, “Hellcat,” but he did as you asked, leaning down a little so that you could have your fill of happiness.

As you ripped off his tie, which was in the way, you remarked, “Fred, you’ve tied your tie all wrong.”

“I’ve tied it this way all my life.”

“Well, it’s wrong. Why didn’t you listen to your mum when she taught you?”

Fred grumbled, “How did you know my mum taught me?”

“Of course she did,” you said knowingly. “Your mum is wonderful, Fred. It’s you who’s the problem.”

Fred rolled his eyes as you made short work of his tie and shirt, throwing them off merrily across the room, and then you reveled in the sweet happiness of sinking your nails into his handsome chest.

Fred watched you merrily marking up his chest with kisses, bites, and scratches. As you let out little purrs and happy growls, he shook his head and murmured, “Seriously so weird.”

However, as you sucked at Fred’s chest, you were slowly undressing yourself – until your shirt fell open, revealing your shape and your cute little bra, a pretty lavender thing that pushed up your breasts just enough that you knew it would drive Fred crazy.

Sure enough, Fred changed his tune quite quickly. His eyes widened and he said hurriedly, “But fuck, it’s fine, baby, when you look like that…”

Fred made to touch you, clearly meaning to rip off your bra so that he could ravish your breasts. But you caught his hand in yours. Looking up at him, you whispered, “No. No touch.”

Fred made a face. “Again?”

“Well…” You slowly brought Fred’s hand to your lips. “I get to touch you first.” You opened your mouth just enough to let his finger slip into your mouth. Then, you sucked. “Mmpfh…”

Fred let out a breath. He swore that you had the prettiest eyes, and when you were looking up at him like that, with his finger in your mouth, in between your soft, pink lips… His own  mouth fell open slightly and he watched you rather dumbly.   

You smirked slightly. Speechless already?

As you sucked on his finger, you gave him your orders, only you masked them as soft and sweet requests. You whispered lowly, “Be a good boy and slowly reach into your pants. Now, stroke yourself. Make yourself nice and hard for me. Yes, for me.” Your voice accidentally slipped into a more aggressive tone towards the end, as you felt yourself getting quite excited.

Fred, whose eyes had slipped shut as he slowly pleasured himself to the sound of your voice, paused. He blinked.

You distracted him quickly, sucking on his finger once again and whispering softly, “Mm… Yes, like that… Get yourself allready for me. Show me how much you want me.”

Now panting slightly, Fred gripped his cock and pumped up and down quickly, getting himself all hard for you. His cute face was starting to get all red.

You held back a giggle as put on your softest voice, to ask him, “Tell me the truth: Are you thinking of me?”

Fred nodded – but it was a casual, brief nod.

“You are? You’re thinking of me?”

Fred nodded again – too quickly for your taste.

“And nothing but me?” you pressed.

Fred groaned, as he pumped his cock in his hand, but he nodded again, and more earnestly this time.

“Yeah?” you said, slowly and subtly encouraging him. “Are you picturing how you’re going to take me? How you’re going to make love to me? How you’re going to fuck me until you make me yours?”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” Fred huffed out, now fisting his cock furiously. “Gonna fuck you so hard, baby. You’re gonna be mine.” His voice became a deep growl on the last word.

“Mmm. And you’re going to cum in me, aren’t you?”

“Yes baby, I’m gonna cum hard in your pussy,” Fred moaned, now nodding non-stop.

“Okay,” you whispered softly. “I’d say you deserve some pussy now. Yes?”

“Yes,” Fred stressed, impatient. He opened his eyes and stared at you hungrily, his pupils blown wide with lust. He croaked out, “Now. Please.”

You smiled. “All right.” You slowly stripped your skirt off. As you did, you murmured, “Fred, you’re so gorgeous. Did you know that? I think you’re so handsome when you’re all flushed for me.”

“You do…?” Fred whispered, and his voice was hoarse. He watched you as you tossed your skirt to the side.

“Of course,” you said soothingly. Next, you slipped your fingers under the tiny slips of fabric lying over your hips and began to shimmy your panties down, little by little, until you revealed that you were wearing your little heart butt plug for him again.

Fred moaned audibly when he saw your little plug.

You lifted your legs a little, to show it off, and as you did, you whispered tellingly, “Oh, and Fred? I was wearing this all day today. Do you know why?”

Fred stared at your cute little ass and plug. Rather foolishly, he blurted out, “No.”

“Because I missed you,” you confessed. “As soon as I came back, I put my plug in, because it means that I’m… yours.”

“You’re mine? That’s what it means?” Fred reached out and pressed his finger against the plug.

“Ah…” You breathed out softly. “Yes, Fred…”

“Fuck,” Fred muttered, “that’s cute as hell.”  

You let one of your hands fall on top of his knee and you gently stroked his knee as you murmured, in a sweet, low voice, “Now, come here.” As you spoke, you opened up your legs, to make room for Fred. The heart-shaped nestled between in your pert ass glittered in the light as you pushed your thighs apart.

Fred kept staring at that little heart, until his mouth fell open.

Godric, he looks like such an idiot, you thought lovingly. Oh, Fred. You tapped on his knee again, to wake him up. “What are you doing? Come be with me.”

Fred shuffled forward on his knees. You nearly laughed out loud at how awkward he looked. He almost looks shy, you thought, and you felt so very fond of this sweet, naïve version of Fred.

However, when Fred was closer, he had no hesitation whatsoever in spreading his large, warm hands on your thighs and pinning them down immediately against the bed. Your breath escaped you as you suddenly felt yourself being held down against the bed.

Ah, traitor, you thought in your head, he always does this. He looks all pathetic and pitiful, and then as soon as he’s close enough to take control, he suddenly does his damned best to do so.

With your thighs so obviously split open by Fred, now your pussy was there for Fred to see – already glistening and all pink and – and – You felt embarrassed for a split second and nearly covered yourself with your hands. But you caught yourself and whispered in your head, Don’t get carried away now.

Sure enough, Fred said knowingly, “Well, look at that. Wet already? You little slut. You did miss me.”

You scowled slightly.

Fred smirked. “And here you were, making me think that I needed you more than you needed me, and that your little ‘plug’ speech was just so you could use me to get yours.”

You muttered, “Who said anything about needing anyone? Now, get on with it.”

“Godric, look at you, getting all shy.” Fred was fully teasing you now.

You glared at Fred, and he grinned back. He said cheekily, “You nearly got me, love. Nearly. But now I know. You weren’t just luring me in and playing me like a chump. No, you meant every word of what you said, didn’t you? I mean – look at you, laid out in bed like this, dressed up in some fancy new lingerie, (Fred tugged at the strap of your bra, and you indignantly pushed his hand away) wearing your cute little heart plug (Fred pressed it again, making you suddenly moan rather too softly for your taste), and with your pussy all wet for me (Fred touched you between your legs, pressing his fingers right up against your pussy, and you hurriedly grabbed his hand and stared up at him with desperate, wanting eyes). Merlin, you need me. That’s what this is all about, isn’t it? Telling me that you need me bad.”  

A wicked glint appeared in your eye. However, you pretended to relent. “Sure, Fred. I’m wet for you. I told you, you look so handsome. I can’t help myself – when you’re in bed with me, I get all wet.”

Fred suddenly sat up a little taller, with his shoulders back and his chest puffed out slightly.

Oh, look at him, all proud of himself, you snickered in your head. He’s so cute. You reached down and gently grasped his cock in your hand. It’s like he doesn’t remember what a whiny little puppy he becomes as soon as he’s inside me. Well, I can remind him of that.

Fred hissed slightly, as you let your hand run up and down his length. Slowly, you guided Fred’s cock to your pussy and slid the tip of his cock up and down against your wet slit. “‘I’m a complete, heartbroken slut for you. Is that what you want to hear?” You grasped his cock harder and jerked your hand up and down as you whispered rapidly – “Sir?”

“Fuck,” Fred moaned, and his hands slid up your thighs and onto your waist and he squeezed your waist, making you suddenly huff.

“Fuck,” Fred repeated. “Call me that again, baby. And hold still – ‘cause I’m - ” His voice gave out, and he huffed heavily as he suddenly felt all worked up over hearing you confess how much you wanted him and hearing you call him ‘sir.’

You nearly slipped and gave into your desire in that moment, which was to push Fred’s cock inside of you as fast as you could, because Merlin knew that that was what you wanted. You were a slut for him. But you made yourself stop, with Fred’s cock barely pressed to your pussyhole, and you murmured quietly, “But you ought to know one thing, sir -”

“W-What’s that?” Fred panted out.

You toyed with Fred’s cock, rubbing it against your pussyhole gently, but never letting him slip inside. “No matter how much I need you, you’re always going to need me more.”

“Well, I don’t know ‘bout that,” Fred protested, even as he squirmed with how badly he wanted to be inside you now. “I’d like to – baby, please, just put it in – to think we’re even.”

“Even?” You slowly shook your head up at him. “No, we’re not even.”

“Damn it, are you trying to be mean again?” Fred huffed out, with his hands in fists now as you kept dragging the tip of his cock up and down your pussyhole, without actually taking him in.

“I’m never mean.”

“You are, and if you can’t see it – baby, for fuck’s sake, take me in – if you – uhn – if you can’t see it, it’s only because it’s your default.”

“No,” you corrected him, speaking softly. “If you think I’m mean, it’s only because you’re being stupid, Fred.”

“I’m not stupid,” Fred said at once, sounding almost sullen.

“Well, then, willfully ignorant, which is worse,” you said flippantly. “But I’ll show you.”

“Show me what?” Fred said, now getting quite annoyed with you.

You stroked Fred’s cock in your hand again, as you answered, “How badly you need me.”

Fred groaned. Your hand felt so good wrapped around his cock, but he knew that your pussy would feel even better. Merlin, why isn’t she taking me in? I need to be inside her. Just look at her little pussy, all wet and waiting. Fuck, please!

“Just – Just – Can’t we do that some other time?” Fred huffed, trying desperately to swallow down his impatience.

However, you added fuel to the fire by looking up at him and innocently shaking your head. “Can’t, Fred,” you replied matter-of-factly. “Now’s the only convenient time. See, unlike you, I have real tasks to attend to after I play with you. I’ve got to go study, for one, and then I have prefect duties, and then I have to fold my laundry – and I like to line up all my socks before I roll them up all daintily with my hands - ”

Fred growled, “Listen here, you – you demon - ” But just then, you pushed in simply the tip of his cock inside of you.

Mmm, you moaned in your head.

Fred let out a soft whimper and he shook his head, completely disarmed by how good you felt squeezing around his cock, even if it was just the tip.

“Uhn…” Fred breathed out. “Mmm, yeah. Now deeper, baby, c’mon.”

“Fred, say you need me,” you whispered enticingly. “And mean it.”

Fred let out a pained groan. “S-Stop teasing me.”

But you shifted upwards, and you let the tip of Fred’s cock slip out of your pussy.

Fred groaned. “Baby, where are you going? C’mon, please - ”

You shook your head up at him. “First, admit how much you need me - ”

“All right, fine, I need you , I really fucking need you,” he suddenly reeled out. “C’mon – fuck – stop teasing me.”

You checked your grin as you replied, in a voice as light and soft as feathers, and in a tone that seemed so regretful, “Oh, Fred, you were so close, but you just weren’t sincere enough - ”

“Bloody hell!” Fred cursed at you. “What’s your prob - ?”

You put your finger up to his mouth, cutting him off. “Shush, no cursing.”

“Are you fucking kidding me?” Fred was nearly shaking all over, and his cock was so hard, it was almost painful.

You pretended not to notice as you sighed and said, in a disappointed voice, “Can’t pay attention, I see. Can’t even give his girlfriend ten seconds of his focus.”

“I swear to God - ” Fred growled, but you only smushed your hand against his mouth again, and more definitely this time.

“Dwevil,” Fred protested, against you and your hand.

“Fine. I’ll make my point another way.” You locked eyes with Fred and smiled pleasantly at him. "I was going to let you have me for as long as you wanted tonight, but I changed my mind." Then, you announced, in a voice that promised pleasure that was to die for, “I’m going to make you cum in three minutes, Fred Weasley."

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