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Georgia body text, drop cap on the chapter opening

Rating and category icons redrawn as type. The sprite images are gone; ratings show as G / T / M / E, categories as F/M, M/M, F/F, GEN, MULTI. Explicit stays red.

Relationship tags and characters set in all caps, additional tags stay lowercase so the differentiation is easier. Warnings in red, CCNTW is black but bolded.

Romantic ships get a line under them, platonic ones don't, making it easier to see which relationships are romantic at a glance

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Skin is fully functional on mobile, but the gradient looks slightly different

Statistics page is reworked. The stats graphic and the year selector had to go, it was not possible to css style it. (shoot me a message and I will let you know what to remove to bring it back)

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A few minutes short of being 1am, the common room was empty – the last stragglers of students having long gone to bed. The flames which kept refined to the heath had burned down to soft embers, casting everything in the room with a muted honey coloured glow from the high wooden ceilings down to the intricately decorated persian style rugs that covered the floor.

Cedric, your boyfriend now of almost two years, sat sprawled comfortable on one of the wide leather sofas; his robes crumpled into a heap beside him. The yellow and black tie around his neck had been loosened off enough that you could see the pale hollow of this throat, and the sleeves of his shirt rolled up toward his elbows; framing perfectly the veins which drew down his forearms. Looking unfairly beautiful for someone who had just come off prefect patrol himself, he carded his fingers lazily through his hair: messing it up with a tousle.

Pacing over towards him with your signature smirk of trouble, you straddled his lap without asking for permission – not that you never had to anymore, but because he had a mere few seconds ago, patted his thigh twice as a wordless suggestion. The second your weight settled upon him, Cedric slid his hands up your thighs; his fingertips graciously skimming any inch of you they touched, before his thumbs traced across the hem of your skirt like he was trying to memorise its distance from your skin.

“Missed you, baby girl.” The words rolled off Cedric’s tongue as a murmur with his voice rough and low from the cold winter air which lingered in the castle corridors. Rather than answering verbally, you brushed your hair back with both hands; revealing a half smoked joint tucked neatly behind your ear that you’d confiscated from a second year Ravenclaw who through they were too smart to get caught smoking it. Plucking it out, you held the joint with two fingers between your faces, twisting it teasingly around on display.

Cedric’s tired stare perked up in an instant as it traced the motion of your moves; his pupils flaring wide as a cheeky grin settled as part of his expression.

“Light me.”

It wasn’t a question; it was a request. One you’d gotten rather bold at making with him. Fishing through his pockets, Cedric found his lighter – a black zippo with his quidditch number engraved on one side; a gift from his father for being selected as a prefect, all without looking away from both the joint and your mouth near obsessively.

The click of the lighters flint sounded far too loud as it echoed throughout the empty common room. He cupped the flame with his free hand and moved to bring it to the tip of the joint as you leaned remained steady and rolled it slowly from side to side between your lips. As the cherry began to glow red, you took a few short, slow puffs to coax it further into burning nice and evenly – drawing an eventual long breath that you held in your lungs before removing the joint and resting it against his shoulder as your leaned forward and kissed him.

He greedily accepted; deepening the kiss as his tongue slid against your own to steal every lungful of exhale you fed him. Cedric’s hands crept higher, squeezing at the warm crease where your thighs met your hips firmly. As you pulled back, he exhaled through his nose with one long stream, his eyes drooping to be half lidded and darker than you’d ever seen them.

“Again”, he ordered with voice gravel; tainted with a threat.

You took another drag, this time – longer than before; almost indulgent, so that when your lips met his, the smoke that Cedric craved curled lazily between your mouths before he claimed it. His hands skimmed higher; fingertips curling around the fabric of your panties with some kind of hope that the physical touch would anchor himself to the moment.

Passing the joint to Cedric’s lips; you held it lightly between your fingers as he inhaled with a smirk and raised one of his hands to tilt your chin up with two fingers, angling his head and ghosting the smoke he exhaled across your throat, watching it cling to your skin before leaning down to chase it with his mouth. You moaned softly as he painted his lips across the curve of your neck, over your collarbones, along your jaw, across the hollow behind your ear: licking and sucking and biting like he wanted to taste the smoke upon you.

By the time the joint had burnt down to a stub between your fingers, you were grinding slow and shamelessly against the hardened cock hiding in his trousers with a whimper. Taking the joint from you, Cedric crushed it against the arm of the soft and flicked it to the floor; both his hands free now to grasp at your hips and drag them down harder against him.

“Fuck Ceddy --” “Been thinking about this all night”, he rasped against your shoulder as his teeth scraped through your blouse and across your skin. “You high and fucking needy in my lap. Letting me do whatever I want to do with this pretty little body of yours.”

You laughed, panting at his words; only because you had no other option to as you head spun and your voice gave his name out on a trembled breath. Cedric groaned at how you sounded; sliding his hands to your ass so that he could lift and flip you onto your back, following you down on the sofa. The fire in the heath crackled to its final sigh as he kissed you over your uniform from mouth to jaw to neck to chest, to stomach, to skirt before dipping his head beneath the fabric to kiss the damp spot of your panties like he’d been starving for it.

“…ughh.. please?”

A boyfriend that begs - how could you resist?

Nodding as your hips raised themselves up an inch, Cedric peeled down your panties using his teeth with a drawn out rip. His tongue was on you in an instant; pressed flat and wide to drag unhurried between your folds causing your back to arch as an aching gasp cried out from your lungs. You hands fell to his head beneath your skirt, just resting there lazily as he continued to lap at you with slow, worshipful strokes; humming restlessly against your clit which was so sensitive that your thighs had no choice but to quiver and clamp around against him.

“Shit-. Oh god, -- yee-aahh—sss.”

You came with a sharp cry; grinding against his tongue as you flooded Cedric’s mouth. When he finally pulled back, shifting so that he could rest his head on your stomach, he glanced up at you with wet lips and smug. His chin was coated wet along with the sofa beneath you, your slick smeared across his skin like a victory.