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the gentle glow of the afternoon sun illuminated the mossy ground, casting soft beams of light through the canopy of tall trees that filled the forest. and it was in one of those trees that you were.

magically shrunk down to your tiny fairy form, wearing a dress you’d crafted yourself from sturdy leaves, cotton, and a few human trinkets secretly swiped from their village, you were gathering small red berries and placing them into a little basket.

suddenly, a large shadow loomed over you, darkening the area around you. instead of getting frightened, you sighed and rolled your eyes as you felt warm breath against your back.

“sevika, you don’t scare me anymore. it’s useless.”

she let out an annoyed huff and a click of tongue, abandoning the pose she had intended to use to startle you.

“i liked you better when i could scare you at any moment.”

you couldn’t help the small, sided smile playing on your lips.

once you finished gathering the fruit, you turned toward her, fluttering your translucent wings to land on the tip of the branch and settle there, facing sevika directly.

sevika was a magnificent specimen of a woman. standing an impressive 2.60 meters tall, she possessed a goddess physique mostly covered in sleek, wavy dark brown fur, piercing gray eyes, long claws, and heightened senses far beyond those of any an ordinary human, not to mention the beautiful, terrifying, and deadly fangs in her mouth.

to anyone else, she would have seemed a threat at first glance, but anyone lucky enough to survive an encounter with her during a full moon would realize she wasn’t bad at all. not even close, actually. despite her usually withdrawn and gruff demeanor, she was cool. quiet, yet she spoke when necessary. territorial and protective, but gentle when the moment called for it. no wonder she had looked after you when she’d accidentally nearly crushed you while chasing illegal hunters through the forest, helping you recover from a damaged wing. now, you were friends. even if she take a long time to admit it.

sevika sat down, her bare back resting against the trunk of the tree you were in, and you watched her from your branch.

she closed her eyes and took a deep breath, simply enjoying the calm afternoon breeze. rhe rise and fall of her breathing made her bare breasts—the left one bearing visible, old scars—move slowly, and you swallowed hard at the sight.

it wasn’t that nudity was anything new to magical creatures like you, but there was something about gazing at her body that went beyond the chaste admiration you felt when seeing other beings that way.

your wings beat, slowly lowering you to the ground. you set the basket down and flew over to her, settling onto her thigh; you quickly and with practiced ease looked away when you realized just how close you were to her groin. sevika opened one eye and gazed at your bare back, watching your raised wings.

“is everything okay?” the werewolf asked cautiously.

“yeah. why wouldn’t it be?” you replied, somewhat distracted, your gaze fixed on a random flower.

“don’t know. it’s just that you usually talk more when we meet up.”

at that, you let out a low chuckle from deep in your throat, raising both eyebrows in a smug, teasing expression as you turned to look her straight in the eye.

“mm, do you miss me so much that you can’t stand not hearing my voice, is that it?”

sevika’s expression shifted from slight concern to scorn in seconds. the werewolf scoffed and glanced away toward the trees, shaking her head in disapproval.

“you’re insufferable. did you know that?”

you simply hummed softly in response—a sound of satisfaction characteristic of fairies—and turned your gaze forward again, missing the moment sevika took the chance to look at your back once more.

the truth was, she hadn’t been able to take her eyes off you for a while now. she was drawn to you, and the embarrassment burned hot in her chest when she realized it, weeks ago.

damn it, you were a fairy barely a foot tall, living your life happily and undisturbed long before she ever showed up. why would you ever reciprocate the sexual attraction (it was something more than that, though she certainly wouldn’t admit it even to herself) felt by a creature larger than anything ever seen before, covered in battle scars and deemed aggressive by everyone else? ridiculous.

“sevika.” your voice snapped her out of her thoughts instantly.

luckily, you hadn’t turned around before speaking, so she had a moment to stop staring at your back.

“what is it now?”

“have you ever slept with anyone?”

what the hell was that.

“...excuse me?”

you swallowed hard and cleared your throat, feeling your face heat up, your heart pounding wildly, and your wings fluttering slightly with anxiety. but you weren’t going to back down.

if you had looked, you would have seen how flushed her cheeks were and the adorable way she couldn’t quite close her mouth, stunned by the question.

“i asked if you’ve ever had sex with anyone,” you repeated, already losing patience.

“okay, okay. i got it the first time. was just... shocked. but yeah, i’ve slept with some people.” silence. “haven’t you?”

“yes,” you replied. too quickly. “and... were they, like, your size? the creatures you were with.”

she paused to think about it, recalling the partners she’d found to help ease the pain of her rut since that was the only time she sought the warmth of another woman.

“well, mostly. i’ve been with other werewolves, a really tall vampire, a gargoyle—”

“you’ve been with a gargoyle?!”

your voice came out loud and shocked; you turned fully to face her, eyes wide and wings flared. sevika let out a chuckle.

“yeah, she was just passing through and we hooked up. she was huge. i’m not exaggerating! i honestly don’t know how i survived that woman…”

you nodded slightly, shock fading as you returned to the core of your question. you bit the inside of your cheek, thoughtful.

“so you have a type, then? someone your size or bigger.”

“mmm, i guess you could say that. but i wouldn’t mind experimenting with smaller creatures.”

“how much smaller?”

sevika stared straight at you now, eye to eye. you maintained a determined expression—clearly forcing yourself not to look away or shy away from the topic—while your heart pounded so hard it was almost alarming.

she watched you, one eyebrow slightly raised and her eyes fixed on you in a mix of mild confusion and sudden realization. she called your name, and that alone was enough to send shivers down your spine.

“whatndo you want with this?”

with a soft sigh, you remained silent but moved to stand on her thigh, using your hands to start slipping off your dress. sevika’s eyes went wide, and she nearly froze in place.

“what are you—”

as soon as you were naked, you barely gave her time to process it before your body was enveloped in a soft, yellowish glow. it lasted a few seconds, until your form began to grow and grow. sevika remained still in the face of the magic, surprised but not frightened, making no move to get up before seeing everything.

when the glow faded, her breath hitched audibly.

you were still you, just much bigger now, though “much bigger” is a bit of an understatement; you were still real short compared to her, but at least you were the height of an average human or some other creature out there. your entire body had adapted to this size, making it perfect for sitting on her lap and holding onto her shoulders.

sevika let out a long, impressed whistle, her gaze traveling from your face down to your feet without a hint of shame. you held her gaze, even though you wanted to bury yourself in the nearest hole. perhaps in her hole.

“didn’t know you could do that.”

“there are a lot of things you don’t know about me.”

“oh really? mind showing me?”

sevika placed her hand on your waist, giving it a light squeeze and a gentle tug to pull you closer. you didn’t resist or hesitate, even though the movement caused your bare pussy to drag against her thigh, making you let out a faint gasp.

she arched an eyebrow, and a smug smile played across her pretty face, making you frown.

ignoring your indignant look, sevika let her eyes roam over your body again, this time shamelessly focusing exactly where she wanted to look. her gaze lingered on your breasts for a few seconds, watching them rise and fall slowly with your steady breathing. then, her eyes traveled down to your intimate area. fully covered in curly hair, annuntrimmed bush, though still smaller than the mess she sported herself. there was also a happy trail leading up to your navel. cute.

you pressed your legs together slightly, unsure if it was out of arousal or an attempt to shield yourself from her gaze.

“so, little fairy, how long have you been thinking so much about who i sleep with? hmm?” sevika whispered as she leaned close to your ear, trailing a lick from the curve of your neck up to the back of your pointed ear. your next breath came out shaky, and you gripped her shoulder, trying to steady yourself.

but you weren’t going to let her get the upper hand, absolutely not.

“ever since i noticed the way you stare at my ass when my dress rides up,” you shot back, turning your head just enough to look her in the eye.

sevika’s grayish eyes widened for a moment before a satisfied laugh escaped her, revealing her sharp fangs.

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sevika took you to her cabin, a safe haven she had built in the woods. far enough away from humans and the routes hunters usually took. hidden enough to ensure peace and privacy whenever she wanted, yet comfortable and airy enough to avoid feeling stifled.

now, you were lying on the heap of stolen human mattress meant to serve as a bed; it was comfortable enough to act as one.

the werewolf loomed over you. her massive, muscular frame contrasting sharply with your smaller body. you probably could cum just from your size difference, her huge body sending electric shocks to your core. and she was kissing you with such voracity and intensity that you were left breathless within seconds, though you were never the one to break the contact.

her large hands gripped your waist and hips possessively, while yours held tight to her shoulders. one of her legs slid between yours, pressing firmly against you. your body gave a slight jolt at the sudden contact, but as you settled into it, you shamelessly began to grind against her, moving up and down with calculated force to feel the slow friction; her thigh quickly soaked with your wetness.

“you’re so wet already.” she murmured against your mouth, her breathing already growing heavy.

“sevika…” you moaned, closing your eyes and focusing on movements that applied more pressure to your clitoris.

“c’mere.” she interrupted your movements, pulling you over with ease and shifting you slightly to the side.

sevika lay down in your spot, settling in before pulling you back, this time positioning you on top of her. it was both arousing and intimidating how effortlessly she could move you around.

you looked down at her, breathing heavily. your brows furrowed slightly when you noticed she still wore that smug look on her face.

“what?”

“nothing. i just like seeing how desperate you are for me.”

you scoffed, but a faint, subtle smile played on your lips. that idiot still knew exactly how to get under your skin.

“shut up.”

“why don’t you come shut me up? got anything that’ll keep my mouth busy?”

you bit your lower lip at this, letting out a slow breath before finally moving. in an instant, your soaked pussy was hovering right over her face. sevika swore she felt dizzy as she inhaled sharply, catching your scent. so close, so ready, and so open for her. a sticky drop even dripped right onto her lips, a testament to just how aroused you were.

“well? aren’t you going to—ah!” your complaints vanished the moment sevika’s broad tongue slowly licked the entire length of your pussy, pausing to swirl firmly around your clit before she locked her mouth perfectly onto you and sucked hard.

you writhed above her, desperate to hold onto something and try to channel the sensations her darting tongue was provoking. all you had were the wooden wall in front of you and her hair, which you gripped with strength far beyond what was normal for your species.

she spent a few more agonizing minutes sucking and licking you, both of you never breaking eye contact. your eyes refused to close, despite the dizzying pleasure radiating from your core.

but, of course, she wasn’t about to stop there.

sevika lifted you slightly, barely an inch, just enough to stretch her tongue out. when she brought you back down, your eyes rolled back and you squeezed them shut as her wet, restless tongue slid into your hole.

your pussy clenched instantly, making sevika groan against you as she felt the pressure. your hips began to move in sync; you rode her face while she tried to bury herself as deep inside you as possible, moving her tongue with precision.

“s—sevika… oh, i… fuck, you—right there! right there!”

you could barely string a single sentence together, and knowing she was eliciting that reaction from you made sevika realize just how much she herself was leaking. how much her own pussy ached in anticipation.

kept her thrusts focused on the spot you’d indicated, holding you steady as your legs began to tremble violently, your body started to jerk and spasm, and your wings fluttered frantically. within seconds, you arched your back and clamped your legs tightly around her head, unable to even catch your breath as you came hard in her mouth.

sevika pressed harder with her hands to pry your legs open, not so she could breathe better, though she was likely close to getting lightheaded from the lack of air—honestly, passing out while being smothered by your legs and pussy wouldn’t have been the worst way to go—but to snap you back to reality so you’d breathe again.

“hey, little fairy. breathe.” one of her hands moved up to cup your face and draw your attention, and it worked.

you released the breath you’d been holding at the height of your orgasm, gasping sharply to steady yourself.

once you regained your composure, your eyes slowly opened; your vision was slightly blurred from the tears that had welled up while your eyelids were squeezed shut.

“you okay?” she asked, her voice a little deeper than usual.

“yeah… yeah, i am.” you let out a long, breathless laugh. “you’re actually pretty good at this.”

sevika rolled her eyes and smiled, holding back a retort to your teasing when she saw the way you were looking at her now.

there was still so much lust and energy in your gaze that, for a split second, sevika felt like she was the prey this time.

“what are you planning?”

you didn’t answer with words; instead, you moved lower, slowly at first, as your legs were still heavy and trembling from the climax, but fully determined in your intent. sevika swallowed hard and moved with you, shifting into a seated position against the wall and keeping her shapely legs spread open.

the sight before you made her salivate like no one else ever had.

sevika’s pussy was absolutely drenched. her hole clenched around empty, her huge clit was fully exposed, twitching.

“holy shit, you’re so beautiful,” you murmured, practically in awe of her.

sevika would have loved to pretend she didn’t feel shy and even more aroused by the compliment, by the look in your shining eyes and your parted lips, but it was hard to hide the flush rising in her cheeks and the way her pussy involuntarily clenched tighter this time.

you settled in closer to her, and shedding any remaining shyness, reached a hand toward her pussy. your fingers grazed her clitoris from top to bottom, the mere contact making the werewolf shiver slightly. your hand continued downward until it reached her pulsing entrance.

trying to regain some of her confident demeanor, sevika let out a soft, teasing laugh.

“what are you going to do with those little fingers?”

“who said i’m only going to use my fingers?”

her eyes widened slightly.

“what?”

you just smiled back, ignoring her uncertainty as you lowered yourself. sevika’s gaze lingered on your arched ass for a moment before she was snapped back to reality, letting out a surprised moan as you licked her clit.

you closed your mouth around the nub and you sucked hard, keeping your lips sealed around it while running your tongue over it. lower down, your hand circled her pulsing entrance.

sevika called your name amidst low growls and gasps; her self-control was already slipping as she moved her hips, trying to press her clit deeper into your mouth and guide your hand to exactly where she needed it the most. sensing her urgency, you pulled away from her clit, catching a glimpse of the thin strand of saliva and her own juices connecting your tongue to her nub for a split second before it snapped.

“i’m coming in…” you hummed, shaping your hand into a cone and pushing inside her.

sevika groaned, eyes squeezing shut as she felt your hand slide inside. she furrowed her brows at the delicious, relentless intrusion as you pushed deeper, moving past your wrist.

she was so aroused and receptive that you slipped in easily. you paused halfway up your forearm, giving her slick insides a moment to adjust.

“is this good?”

“it’s perfect, little fairy…” you smiled with satisfaction, admiring her look of intense concentration, and then began to move your arm still slowly, sliding out to the wrist and back in to the middle of your forearm, rotating your arm.

sevika gripped the mattress beneath tightly, groaning through gritted teeth as small yet powerful tremors of pleasure rippled through her body.

the way your arm rubbed against deep, sensitive spots with a staggering contrast of gentleness and firmness left her completely lost.

“k–keep going…” was all she managed to whisper, and you certainly weren’t about to disobey.

you kept up a steady pace, and that seemed to be enough for sevika, who cared only about how deep you were and which spots you were hitting. whenever your hand or arm brushed a specific area that made her arch her back and moan, you’d focus on it again, biting your lower lip as you watched her eyes roll back before squeezing shut.

when she started thrashing, babbling incoherently, and growling more than moaning, you leaned in to lick the tip of her hard nipple without stopping the thrusting motion of your arm, almost laughing when she choked on her own saliva.

her legs trembled, and you could see the muscles tensing hard, just as you felt her pussy clamping down on your arm. the force of the contractions made it feel like she was sucking you right inside.

once she relaxed, letting out a shaky, slightly weary sigh, you carefully withdrew your arm. she just gave a faint shiver. your arm was drenched, completely slick and coated in her fluids.

“hey.” her rusky voice snapped you out of your trance. “still have energy for another round?”

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and that was how you found yourself: face down, ass up, using your own hands to spread yourself as wide as you could for her.

kneeling behind you, sevika thrust slowly against you with her own clit, fighting hard not to tremble every time she slid into your dripping heat.

neither of you could speak for a while, especially after sevika had spread your legs wider than ever, rubbing your clits together until you were both on the brink of a powerful orgasm, only to stop abruptly seconds before finally letting go.

you accidentally let go of your grip, bracing your hands on the sheets, but that wasn’t a problem for her; she let out a low growl and held you open herself, spreading you as wide as she could—enough to avoid hurting you, and enough to keep thrusting.

“feels so good… shit…” she growled, thrusting faster and trying to drive herself as deep as possible as she felt the orgasm again.

you could only moan and call her name, pressing yourself against her, drooling as you felt her clit throbbing inside you.

“i—i’m cumming—i’m… fucking… cumming! ah!”

“yeah—cum with me, little fairy.”

after four more thrusts from sevika, you both came at the same time, pressing hard against each other.

sevika rested her forehead on your sweaty back, whimpering as she rubbed against you even in the throes of orgasm, which resulted in a rapid, frenzied overstimulation. she couldn’t stop even if she wanted to. not with your warm pussy against her, your smaller body trembling, and the sound of your shaky gasps filling the air.

she squirted right after, a powerful jet leaving a huge stain on the sheets beneath you, followed by smaller, uncontrolled spurts that left wet trails behind.

and finally, you were both done. truly done. there was no energy left for another round or any other ideas.

sevika traced a path of wet kisses from your back up to the nape of your neck, where she gave a light nip with her sharp fangs, making your breath hitch.

within minutes, you were lying comfortably on top of her, both with eyes closed and breathing steady and calm, feeling the familiar, comforting warmth of each other’s naked, exhausted bodies.

“never thought a fairy knew how to fuck so well.”

“like i said, there are a lot of things you don’t know about me. fleabag.”

sevika gave your ass a warning smack for the new insulting nickname. it stung, but it didn't work; you just laughed and snuggled closer to her, causing her to immediately let go of her mild annoyance.

after a few seconds of peace and quiet, just when you thought you were about to drift into a deep, well-deserved sleep, she spoke again.

“hey.”

“hm?“

“do you think i could fuck you with my tongue if you were in your fairy size?”

this werewolf would be the death of you really soon. and you couldn’t imagine a better way to die.

So insanely suffocating, stretching between you and Ellie Williams so tightly that words failed to capture the countless possibilities of what might happen next.

You stood on opposite sides of the room, glaring at each other with such intensity it seemed you were trying to bore holes straight through one another’s heads.

A sharp expression settled naturally on your face, jaw clenched tight, while a smug little smirk tugged at Ellie’s lips at the sight of your frustration.

"A bezoar is a stone taken from the stomach of a goat—not a horse." Ellie interrupts you, emphasizing the mistakes of your previous answer.

"If it was from a horse, it wouldn't protect you from most poisons, but it would only protect you from poisons of the female mammals." she continues, causing your cheeks to go slightly red in embarrassment in front of your whole class.

"That's what I meant." you defend.

The professor clears his throat, “Perfect answer, Ellie! Fifty points to Gryffindor for your outstanding participation!”

Scoffs and protests rippled through the room. “What?!” Abby Anderson, your fellow Slytherin, exclaims.

“I’m sorry, sir, but that’s just unfair. We’ve been such amazing students this whole year and haven’t gotten a reward of that sort!” you protest, leaning against the desk in front of you, hands braced on the wood for support.

The professor furrowed his brows. “Oh, I’m sorry, are you supposed to be participating for rewards or for your own enrichment?” he asks, crossing his arms.

You close your eyes, drawing in a deep breath, and letting out a slow sigh. “Our enrichment,” you reluctantly admit, looking down at the floor.

Ellie, still wearing that infuriating smirk, raises her hand.

“Yes?” the professor asks, his expression softening.

“Not to sound pretentious,” Ellie began sweetly, earning a quick whip of your neck to look back up at her.

“But I’d like to add that this whole year, the Slytherin class has had a problem with accepting the actions of the higher-ups.” Her eyes gleam in the most annoying way possible, and it made you want to rip them right out of her head.

The professor lets out a breath as he nods. "Indeed... twenty point deduction from Slytherin." he says, causing most of the green-uniformed students to jump up and flail their arms around.

"No!"

"That's so unfair!"

"We didn't do anything!"

You stand straight up again, a hand going up to your face in disappointment. The bell rings, loud and booming through the school and your already throbbing head.

Students quickly begin stomping out in anger, some in victory at the newly earned and deducted points that worked in their favor.

You pick up your books, glancing at the auburn-haired girl who did the same. You stomp toward her, grabbing hold of her arm and dragging her out of the classroom.

"Hey! What are you do—" A strong shove to her chest to the bricked wall causes her books to drop from her arms.

You quickly grab your wand, pointing its barely rounded tip to the peak of her throat, her hands going up slightly in defense.

Your faces were so close, the aroma of Ellie's potent mint gum filling the air between you two. "What the fuck was that, Williams?" you interrogate, rage coursing through your veins.

"What are you talking about?" Ellie teases, causing you to drop your books. You shove her again with your now free forearm, your wand still pointing at her throat.

"Oh, fuck you, Ellie! You know what I'm talking about!" Your forearm stays right under her neck, holding her against the wall.

She smirks, her eyes darting down to your lips before quickly looking back up. You barely notice, swallowing as she begins explaining herself.

"Just wanna make sure we all play a fair game in class." she says, her arms dropping down slowly and sitting in her pant pockets.

The loud frustrated huffs from your nostrils slow down as you lean closer, "Let's hope I play a fair game tomorrow, Williams."

"We'll see, princess."

Abby and Nora sat across from you, Abby stuffing her face as Nora listened intently to your raging rant about Ellie. "She's just so—UGH!" your hyperbolic tone somehow being heard above the loud hall.

"If anything, she's an excruciating teacher's pet." Nora agrees, poking her food with her fork. "I'm just mad about the twenty points we lost..." she continues.

You quickly shoot your eyes to her, running a hand through your hair. "Respectfully, Nor, who gives a fuck about the points!?"

Abby wipes her face with the handkerchief that sat on her lap. "Yeah, we got that tomorrow anyways," she says, mentioning the Quidditch game against Gryffindor that everyone was anticipating.

"We wipe the floor with them, easily."

The rest of your large group nods in agreement, most of it consisting of other Quidditch players and high-reputation students such as yourself.

The sudden beating of a post-owls wings cuts through the loud atmosphere. The routine bird caught new students off guard, though it only earned a small look from you as it flew over you, dropping the school's newspaper and another package down in front of you.

You open the newspaper, automatically fuming at the cover story.

Ellie Williams clutches it for Gryffindor yet again!

Right under it, your name was plastered, bashed, and disrespected.

Sadly, due to a lack of practice and obvious tension, Slytherin's rookie seeker was unable to leave the game unscathed with a hit to the wrist!

Rookie...

ROOKIE!?

Oh, now you were mad. Smoke basically shot out of your ears as you stood up, slamming the table with your hands. It shook, causing some people around you to flinch.

"Holy shit," Abby comments, reading over the story. "Oh, that bitch is done," she adds, referencing the newspaper manager whom they regularly had history with.

It was recounting the previous game that Gryffindor had won by a last-second capture of the Golden Snitch. God, you despised that game; all it did was make you look like a bad player when in reality it was all luck.

If you hadn't jammed your arm into Ellie and gotten hit by the Quaffle due to foul play, you would have easily won the game, no hesitation.

The obnoxious sound of laughter and cheering a couple feet behind you prompts you to throw your newspaper down, whipping your head around. "Holy shit, Els!" Dina exclaims, shaking Ellie by her shoulders.

But Ellie’s eyes weren’t looking anywhere near her best friend, people at her table leaning over to read the newspaper, or the professor clapping behind her in congratulations.

Her eyes were looking at you.

A spark glimmered in her doe eyes, matched by the smile she wore across her face. You couldn’t help but grin, pressing your lips together to suppress the look of a smile.

You quickly turn away, embarrassed by the fact that you nearly smiled at the one person you swore you’d never want to be friends with—the one who stole your spotlight after every achievement.

Your hand comes up to your stomach, a squirming feeling growing slowly as your head began to spin.

"Shit..." you mutter to yourself as you look back up at the package that sat at your table to distract yourself. It was wrapped in brown paper, a scarlet and gold ribbon twirled into a bow in the front.

You open it slowly and cautiously, the bow falling undone with the smallest pull. You flip it over, taking apart the brown paper to be met with a note first.

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Sorry about your wrist. I know I may have bumped into you too hard at the game, so use this next time.

⤿ e.w. :)

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You scoff at the signing. What could Ellie possibly be giving you to help with your game? You look under the note: a sleek black wrist brace, athletic tape, and new gloves with your name embroidered into the back.

Your eyes squeeze shut, your jaw clenches, and you're unable to hear any of Nora's comments as she tries to comfort you.

"I'm out."

You quickly grab both the note and package, stomping out of the hall as your eyes trail the surrounded girl. Ellie's trail yours too, a soft and sweet expression complimenting her face.

The door slams behind you, a loud boom being heard throughout the hall, shaking tables as you walk to the bathroom to calm yourself.

Ellie sat, her face dropping slightly at the sight of your angered face. "You ready for tomorrow, El?" Jesse asks, sitting back down in front of her.

"Uh, yeah—I just feel a bit bad..." she says, mentioning the God-forsaken newspaper. "Why?" Dina asks, a chuckle lining her tone as she looks at Ellie like she's crazy.

"The article? It was over-exaggerated and frankly disrespectful." Ellie reasons as she leans her crossed arms on the table. Riley lets out a hyperbolic groan from next to her.

"El, she's been torturing you for years... since when do you feel empathy for her?" she asks, raising a brow at the girl. "Because empathy is a skill that many people don't have." Ellie says, shrugging at the people surrounding her.

"Whatever you say, Socrates."

The stadium was booming, all students of every grade screaming in hopes of their house's victory. Here you stood, huddled with your team as they went over different plays.

It was halftime, Slytherin having scored 90 points while Gryffindor had 100. The only thing that broke through your focus on the game was a specific girl.

The same girl you swore you hated, the same girl everyone knew you hated since you began your time at Hogwarts. But why was she, out of everyone, the person taking over your mind?

You look at your gloves, the green embroidery so thick it had gone unnoticed all game. Your wrist was wrapped in the brace, giving the sore area much needed relief.

Under your gloves, your middle and ring fingers were wrapped in athletic tape.

"Feeling okay?" your coach asked, his voice cutting through your thoughts.

You nodded, standing up straight and tightening your grip on your sleek broom. "Yes, Coach," you said, swallowing the tension that lingered in the back of your throat.

The team was led by you as the loud announcer called for the teams to return to the field. You looked to your right. Ellie stood first in line as well. She glanced over, teasingly pointing to her glove.

You felt yourself grow annoyed yet again, the gesture obviously referencing the newly gifted gear she was using.

"Fuck you," you mouthed with a teasing smile and a roll of your eyes, watching Ellie's smirk grow as you were both called to your starting positions.

With a sharp blow of the whistle, any thoughts of Ellie vanished beneath the rush of adrenaline as you kicked off the ground and shot into the storm.

Your hair was soaked, rain blurring everyone's vision while thunder swallowed every other sound. The thick fabric of your robes weighed heavily against your broom as you soared through the air.

The Golden Snitch suddenly flashed across your field of view.

Your attention snapped to it instantly, diving after it without hesitation. Trailing close behind was the one person who still managed to linger in the back of your mind.

Thick strands of wet hair whipped across your face, escaping the half-up, half-down style that had completely fallen apart in the storm. Your eyes remained locked on the Golden Snitch, your head barely moving as you let your gaze do the work.

Ellie's expression remained calm, a simple furrow in her brows the only sign of her focus. She sped up, basically shoulder to shoulder with you as the Snitch flew in front of you both.

It shot up into the sky, both of you quickly chasing after it. Your arm went up, Ellie's obviously longer arm a lot closer to the Snitch than you hoped.

Her fingertips brush it lightly as your eyes go wide, about to shove her away from the one thing you needed to win. "Shit!" Ellie exclaims, something unsure lacing her tone as she retreats far down from the Snitch.

You grab the Golden Snitch, a loud announcer spotting and proclaiming the victory of Slytherin. "And with Slytherin's seeker grabbing the Golden Snitch, this match has ended!"

You fly down and stop in the middle of the stadium, holding the Golden Snitch in your hands. With a wide smile, you lift it high, presenting it to all the classes and grades.

The rest of Slytherin flies around you, congratulating you, screaming, clapping, and flailing their arms into the air around them. You take a final spin around the stadium, your smile still lighting up the storm that continued to engulf you.

Joyful screams continue to burst from your core until your eyes meet a very specific pair of pale green eyes. She's clapping, her unforgettable smile still plastered on her face.

But something was different—there was an unmistakable look in her eyes that showed she knew something you didn’t. Your smile fades as you drop your arm slowly, oh no she did not.

Back in the locker room, everyone spilled out, planning to use their house showers instead of the athletes’ communal ones. “You can leave me—I’m gonna shower here today,” you lie to Abby as she puts on her dry hoodie.

She nods, patting your shoulder as she leaves. “Good shit today! You’re insane, dude.” You chuckle, announcing your thanks as she shuts the door behind her.

You wait a moment before slipping out the Slytherin locker room and quickly head to the Gryffindor one. You easily find Ellie, alone and rummaging through her locker.

“Williams,” you say, making Ellie turn in confusion. “Oh, hey...” she says, feigning innocence. “Great stuff toda—”

She’s cut off as you point your wand at the door and lock it with a simple spell. She smirks, aware of the realization you had during the end of the game.

"Wanna tell me what the fuck that was, or should I make you tell me?" you ask, your eyes sharp as you playfully point your wand at her. "What are you talking about?" she teases, leaning against her locker.

You tilt your head and slowly step closer, narrowing the distance between you two until only two feet remain. "Oh, you know damn well what I'm talking about."

Ellie runs a hand through her hair and shrugs, her hands settling on her hips. You snap, "Why would you let me capture the Snitch?" you demand, lowering your wand as frustration creeps up your neck and into your voice.

Ellie's freckled cheeks and tips of her ears flush pink as she straightens up. You smirk. "So you do know," you tease, your tongue poking against the inside of your cheek.

She crosses her arms. "I let you win. Why are you still mad at me?"

You lean in close, your jaw tight. “Because I know for a fact that even if you hadn’t let me grab it, I still would’ve caught the Snitch.”

She swallows, suddenly aware of the proximity between your faces. "You sure about that, princess?" she asks softly, her voice barely above a whisper as her gaze flickers down to your lips.

Your mind goes blank, your eyes soften, and your heart rate speeds up. You look down at hers as a smirk continues to play on her lips. "Not a word."

"Wha—"

The rest of her words vanish as your hands find her face and pull her closer. Your lips meet hers in a deep, impulsive kiss, all formed off of pent up frustration and feeling. She startles for only a moment before melting into it, returning the kiss without hesitation.

She whimpers into your mouth, craving more as you push her away. “I swear to God, Williams, if any of this leaves this room, I will make it my one true goal to ruin your life.”

She nods quickly, eager to kiss you again as she grabs your shirt and pulls you back in. This kiss is more desperate, heat rushing through both of your bodies as her hands find their way up to your face.

You continue kissing her as you guide her back to the physical therapy bed only a few feet away. Her back hits the bed, your hands pressing her hips down into the firm mattress.

She sits up slightly, your body towering over her as you stand above her. Your hands find the hem of her tank top, pulling it up and off her body.

“Please...” she breathes as you pull away from the kiss.

“Please what, baby?” you tease, pulling back slightly, your gaze lingering on her sports bra. You dive into her neck, kissing and sucking at any pressure points you can find.

“Touch me…” she whimpers, closing her legs tightly in a futile attempt to ease the ache in her core. “Already making those sweet little noises, and I haven’t even touched below your neck yet.” you murmur, a slow, confident smirk settling on your lips.

Your hands trail down her stomach, the light touch making Ellie flinch, her breath hitching as you move toward the place she’s been anticipating.

Your lips pull away from her neck as your gaze drops to her shorts, your hands already gripping the waistband. “Up,” you command, tapping her hip. She obeys instantly, lifting her hips just enough for you to drag the fabric down and off in one swift, unforgiving motion.

You shrug off your hoodie and toss it aside without a second thought before dropping to your knees in front of her. Your eyes lock onto the damp patch soaking through her underwear, and something dark flickers in your expression.

“What a slut,” you murmur, your voice low and edged. “Getting this wet just from me getting mad.” Ellie’s cheeks flush deeper, her teeth sinking into her bottom lip as she tries to stifle the sounds threatening to spill out.

You hook your fingers into the waistband of her underwear and pull it down, tossing it somewhere across the room. Your gaze drops immediately, locking onto her glistening center, slick gathering and dripping from her tight heat.

“Tap me twice if you want me to stop.”

Ellie nods quickly, breath uneven as she watches you lift your hand, bringing your middle and ring fingers up to her lips.

“Suck.”

She grips your wrist and obeys, parting her lips and taking your fingers into her mouth, sucking slowly at the pads. Her tongue lays flat against them, warm and deliberate.

You bite your lip at the sight—at the way her eyes flutter, rolling back for a second before settling on you again, pupils blown wide.

Slowly, you pull your wet fingers from her mouth, teasing her hole with your middle finger. You look up at her, watching her eager eyes follow yours. You slam your middle finger into her, earning a broken cry.

“F-fuck!” she cries out, her head snapping back as the sound tears from her throat. Your finger drive into her tight heat, curling hard, cutting off anything else she tries to say. “You feel s’good—”

"so tight for me..." you mutter teasingly.

Your jaw tightens, a dark smirk pulling at your lips as you keep the relentless pace, forcing your other finger inside. Her walls clamp down instantly, spasming and fluttering around you, reacting helplessly to every rough curl.

You tilt your hand, pressing firmly against that sensitive spot inside her, and don’t let up. When you push deeper—harder—her body jerks, her slick warmth tightening greedily around your fingers, as if trying to drag you further in.

She grinds her hips into your hand, chasing more—no—needing more. You rip your fingers out at the movement, drawing a sharp cry from Ellie.

“Stop. Moving,” you snap, your free hand forcing her hips back down.

“Or I don’t let you come.”

She nods quickly, almost desperately.

“Got it?”

“Y-yes—please, just—”

You shove your fingers back into her without warning, your mouth following a second later. The taste of her floods your senses as you drag your tongue up her, slow and deliberate.

You don’t hold back, lapping at her, messy and relentless, saliva and slick dripping down your chin as you keep going.

“Mmph!” she chokes out, her body jerking as she fights the urge to move against you.

Her hands tangle in your hair, pulling—hard enough to drag a low moan from you against her. The natural vibration against her sensitive bud makes her break, a loud, helpless sound tearing from her throat.

“Don’t s—oh God—don’t stop, p-please!”

You close your mouth around her, sucking hard, your fingers curling relentlessly inside her as her walls tighten, pulsing around you. Heat coils low in her stomach, building fast, ready to snap.

“S’close—” she gasps, back arching.

You pull away without warning. Fingers gone. Mouth gone.

She forces herself upright, breath shaky, frustration flashing across her face at the sudden emptiness. “No—why’d you sto—”

The sharp crack of your hand against her still-glistening heat cuts her off. She moans loudly, her head thrown back as orgasmic tears sting at her eyes.

“I was so close…” she whines.

Another slap lands, harder this time, silencing her. "ngh!"

“You like being slapped like the slut you are, huh?”

“Mhm—m’a slut for you.”

“For me, hm?” you murmur, amused. “I’m honored.”

You drag your slick-coated fingers over your bottom lip before licking them clean, holding her gaze as your cheeks flush faintly. She watches, transfixed.

You stand up, bringing your hand to her mouth. She opens immediately, tongue slipping out to taste your fingers.

“See how good you taste, angel?” you say smoothly.

She nods eagerly. “So good.”

“Take off your bra.”

You start stripping out of your own clothes as she follows, dropping her bra to the floor before instinctively crossing her arms over her chest.

“Don’t do that.”

“Do what?” she asks, blinking up at you.

“Cover yourself,” you say, voice firm. “Don’t hide that perfect body.”

Now down to your bra and lace panties, you lean in, pressing a softer kiss to her chest, easing the tension just slightly as she relaxes under you.

You reach for your underwear, but she stops you.

“Wait—can I… take them off?” she asks, quieter now, picking at her lip.

You hesitate, then nod.

She guides you gently between her legs, her hands roaming your body like she’s trying to memorize every inch. Her fingers hook into your underwear, slowly dragging them down as you step out.

Her gaze drops immediately, taking you in—already wet, already wanting.

Her hands slide up your sides to your chest, cupping you before she glances up for permission again.

You nod.

Her smile spreads as she reaches behind you, unclipping your bra in one smooth motion. It falls away, exposing your hardened nipples, your skin prickling with goosebumps.

Ellie stares, breath catching, pupils dilated. "You're perfect." Your face heats up.

The look on her face says enough—like she’s just been handed something priceless, something she can’t quite grasp is real yet.

She sticks her tongue out as she leans in, dragging a slow stripe along the valley between your breasts. One hand stays firm on your waist while the other slides up, finding your nipple—pinching and twisting the sensitive bud.

Your head falls back, a broken sound slipping from your lips.

Her mouth shifts to the other side, tongue circling before she sucks, deliberate and hungry. Your fingers tangle in her hair, gripping just enough to pull her away.

“Lie down,” you command, giving her a light shove back onto the bed.

She lies back, her eyes following you as you settle onto the firm surface beneath her. You grab one of her legs, lifting it over your shoulder while the other stays tucked beneath you.

Your heats are so close now, warmth radiating between you, almost overwhelming. You lower yourself against her, the slick heat of both your bodies drawing out soft, needy moans from each of you.

Your jaw falls slack, lips parting at the sensation as you start to grind down on her. “Don’t. Fucking. Move,” you remind, your voice sharp.

A desperate moan spills from the girl beneath you.

Her back arches as she tries to stay still. “P—please… can I—fuck—touch you?” she chokes out, her hand sliding up your stomach, hovering before reaching your soft chest.

You hesitate, torn between control and the need for her touch. “Mhm,” you finally give in, dragging it out. Her hand closes around you immediately, kneading at the soft skin like she can’t get enough.

A large mirror to your left catches your attention. “Look at yourself,” you pant.

Ellie’s eyes flutter open, following your gaze. The mirror reflects everything—every detail. Strands of hair cling to your damp shoulders, your skin shining with sweat, your biceps catching the light as you move.

Her eyes trail downward, then back to herself—flushed cheeks, freckled skin, her expression unraveling as tears blur her vision.

She squeezes her eyes shut.

Your hand snaps to her jaw, forcing her face back toward the mirror. “Open your eyes, Williams.”

She obeys.

“See how fucked up you get for me?” you murmur, breath heavy. “How obsessed you are with someone you’ve been torturing day after day?”

She nods weakly. “I—I know… I’ve been so bad,” she breathes, sweat dripping from her chin as she watches you move against her.

“Yeah?” you grin, voice edged with teasing. “So you don’t think this is an inappropriate punishment?”

She shakes her head quickly. “No! I deserve it!” she cries, her voice breaking as you find the perfect rhythm.

A slow smile pulls at your lips, teeth catching your bottom lip in satisfaction.

“I’m s’close,” she gasps.

“Beg for it.”

“Please—please, please let me come—fuck—I’ll stop pestering you!” she rambles, heat coiling tighter in both of you.

“Hold it,” you command.

Ellie’s face tightens with effort, forcing herself to stay right on the edge without falling over. her helpless crys continue to fall from her mouth, continuously begging to come.

The slick, messy sound between you grows louder as you both tip over the edge.

“Come for me, El,” you breathe, your head falling back as you let go of her jaw. Moans spill from both of you, loud and unrestrained as your bodies finally give in.

You tremble together, heat and wetness peaking all at once before it slowly fades. You drop her leg, collapsing on top of her, your muscles spent.

“Jesus,” she mutters, bringing a hand up to cover her face.

You catch her wrist, pulling it away so you can look at her. She’s already smiling, pushing herself up slightly onto her elbows.

She leans in, pressing soft kisses along your cheek, then your forehead, her hand cradling your face. Her lips brush just at the corner of your mouth.

You’re both still panting, chests rising and falling unevenly.

“For someone with such a loud mouth, you really don’t take control in bed,” you tease, a tired laugh slipping out.

She grins despite herself. “Fuck you.”

“Already did.”

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a/n: i'm still trying to understand how to make smaus work, so tell me how u like it!! <33 also, tumblr decided to randomly delete this post from my queue so i had to do it all over again rn. SO FUN!!