MakeLemonade

Ayato

Kamisato Ayato's Assistant

He loves me, he loves me not

Alhaitham

He loves me, he loves me not

Childe

Troubled love life with the Harbingers

Debt collector Childe falling in love with you

Dottore

Test Subject <3

Test Subject Part 2 <3 (includes Pantalone & Capitano)

Diluc

Would you fall in love with me again?

Spending your birthday at dawn winery for the first time

Multiple Men

Doing the "she's busy" prank on them (SMAU)

Your birthday

Them Snoring (crack)

Genshin Men as Disney Princes

How Genshin Men FUCK <3

Best friends to fuck friends <3

Things they do when they're in love but haven't realized it yet

Oh fuck! yes, use me! I'm yours! <3

Why would you make that the safe-word?!

How people find out you're dating them (suggestive)

^^^ part 2

Smut Scenarios <3

Troubled love life with the Harbingers

How people find out you're dating them (pt3)

The Fatui's cum slut <3

My Boy Only Breaks His Favourite Toys <3

Series;

The Harbingers Little Daughter (pt1)

They don't know much (pt2)

JJK

Trying to hide an injury from them (SMAU)

texts with jjk men that are actually from insta reels (smau)

^^^pt 2

when you live in a sketchy/dangerous neighborhood (SMAU)

when you haven't been eating (SMAU)

how you refer to their dick (like borderline otw to smut) (crack) (SMAU)

when you accidentally tell them you're horny (BORDERLINE otw to smut) (SMAU)

PT2; After they find out you haven't been eating (smau)

When you leave in the middle of the night (SMAU)

How they deal with your toxic bf (SMAU)

They hear your new song after the breakup (SMAU

Nanami

Between the lines (Stripper x CEO) <3

FICS (Unless specified, it'll be on Wattpad)

Everything you can't see (Childe x Reader) AO3/Wattpad

Love the mask, who's under it? (Alhaitham x Reader)

Great, it's like a hidden identity (Scaramouche x Reader)

The green-tinted walls of the common room lickered under the glow of the old DVD player you'd smuggled in from the Muggle world, its screen casting shadows across the group sprawled on mismatched couches and cushions. It was movie night- a night you all didn’t have often, but tried for once a week.

You were sandwiched between Blaise and Theo on the worn leather sofa, Astoria curled up against Draco's side, Daphne tossing popcorn into Mattheo’s mouth, Pansy lounging with Lorenzo's head in her lap, and the boys trading lazy jabs about the film's plot holes and horrible CGI

The movie was a gritty action flick with explosions and car chases, and had been playing for about forty minutes. You shifted slightly, your thigh pressing against Blaise's warmth on one side and Theo's solid frame on the other. 

Halfway through, as the hero dodged bullets on screen, Blaise's hand slid onto your thigh under the blanket draped across your laps. His fingers tracing slow circles up your bare leg, slipping under the hem of your shorts. You bit your lip, glancing at him- his dark eyes fixed on the screen, but a smirk played on his lips. 

Theo noticed almost immediately, his own hand joining from your other side, palm flat against your inner thigh, inching higher until his fingers brushed Blaise's.

“Watch the movie," Theo murmured low in your ear, his breath hot as his fingers hooked into your shorts and tugged them aside. You spread your legs a fraction, heart picking up as Blaise's hand delved first, two fingers sliding along your folds, finding you already slick. He pushed in slowly, curling them inside your pussy, pumping with a steady rhythm that made your breath hitch.

Theo didn't wait long. His hand covered yours under the blanket, guiding it to the bulge in his pants. You unzipped him quietly, wrapping your fingers around his thickening cock, stroking. He groaned softly, head tipping back against the couch, but kept his eyes forward like nothing was happening. "Fuck, yeah, just like that,"

Blaise added a third finger, stretching you as he thrust deeper, his thumb circling your clit lazily. The dual sensation had you clenching around him, your hand speeding up on Theo's cock, thumb smearing the precum beading. 

The group's chatter continued around you, Pansy laughing at a dumb line, Lorenzo shushing her playfully- but no one interrupted, the common room's dim light hiding what was happening to the three of you.

"You're so wet,” Blaise breathed, leaning closer, his free hand gripping your hip to steady you as he fingered you harder, the wet sounds muffled by the movie. Theo's hips bucked into your grip, his cock throbbing in your palm as you jerked him off with twisting strokes, squeezing at the head.

You stifled a moan, thighs trembling as Blaise's fingers hit that spot inside you, Theo's hand now tangled in your hair to keep himself ‘grounded’. 

The movie's tension mirrored your own, the hero's narrow escape from a crash doing nothing to distract from the heat building between your legs. Blaise's fingers plunged deeper into your pussy, scissoring to stretch you wider, his palm grinding against your clit with each thrust. 

You clenched around him, slick coating his hand as your arousal dripped down your thighs. Theo's cock pulsed in your grip, veins thick under your fingers as you pumped him faster, twisting at the base to draw out a low hiss from his lips.

"Keep going, don't stop," Theo growled softly, his free hand sliding under your shirt to pinch your nipple through your bra, rolling it until it hardened into a peak. Blaise chuckled under his breath, his fingers curling to hit that sensitive spot inside you repeatedly, making your hips buck involuntarily against the couch.

Across the room, Daphne paused mid-popcorn throw, her eyes narrowing as she caught the subtle shift in your posture. "What's got you so fidgety over there?" she asked, voice laced with mischief, tossing a kernel that bounced off Blaise's shoulder. 

Mattheo smirked beside her, his arm draped casually over the back of the couch, but his gaze lingered on the blanket covering your laps.

"Just the movie," you managed, voice breathy, even as Theo's thumb pressed into your thigh, spreading you open further for Blaise. The wet slide of fingers in your pussy grew louder in your ears, though the explosions on screen masked it for the others. 

Pansy glanced over from her spot with Lorenzo, eyebrow arched, but she just grinned and turned back to the film, her hand idly stroking Lorenzo's hair.

Blaise leaned in, lips brushing your ear. "You gonna cum for us right here? With everyone around?” His words sent a shiver through you, his fingers speeding up, thumb flicking your clit in tight circles. 

Theo's breath came in ragged bursts, his hips thrusting up into your hand. "Fuck, your always so good,” he muttered, eyes finally flicking away from the screen to meet yours, dark with lust. You squeezed him harder, feeling him throb, close to the edge.

Draco's voice cut through from the other couch, oblivious. "This plot is rubbish. Who picks these Muggle films anyway?" Astoria giggled beside him, her hand on his chest, but you barely registered it.

Blaise’s fingers were fucking you relentlessly, and you bit down on your lip to stifle the moan building in your throat. Theo's hand in your hair tightened, pulling just enough to make your scalp tingle. "Cum on his fingers, bella," 

The orgasm hit you like a wave, your pussy spasming around Blaise's fingers as you soaked his hand, thighs quivering under the blanket. You kept stroking Theo through it, your grip unrelenting until he grunted low, cum spilling over your fingers in hot spurts, coating your palm.

Blaise withdrew slowly, licking his fingers clean with a wicked grin before wiping the rest on his thigh. Theo tucked himself away, zipping up with a satisfied sigh, his arm slinging over your shoulders possessively. "Good girl," he murmured, pressing a kiss to your temple as you licked off his essence.

The aftershocks of your climax rippled through you, leaving your body limp against the couch cushions. Theo's arm tightened around your shoulders, his fingers tracing lazy circles on your arm as he caught his breath. 

Daphne's gaze sharpened from across the room, her lips quirked into a grin as she leaned forward, “You done, you horny birds?”she called out, her voice cutting through the movie. Mattheo snorted beside her, his eyes flicking between you and the screen, amusement dancing in his expression.

Heat flooded your cheeks, embarrassment twisting in your gut as you buried your face against Theo's chest. The others turned their heads slightly, brows furrowing in confusion. 

“Wait, what?” Pansy asked, pausing mid-sip of her drink, while Lorenzo blinked owlishly

No one elaborated, the group exchanging quick glances before shrugging it off. The movie's explosions boomed again, drawing eyes back to the screen as if nothing had happened. You pressed closer to Theo, his solid warmth grounding you as you nuzzled into his side, inhaling the faint scent of his cologne mixed with the musk of your shared release. His hand stroked your hair soothingly, a soft chuckle rumbling in his chest.

Blaise stood up casually, adjusting his pants with a smirk before sauntering over to the other couch. He dropped down next to Pansy, his thigh brushing hers as he draped an arm behind her. She shot him a suspicious eye.

You were laying on Lorenzo’s bed as the two of you fussed over scattered notes from Potions class. The room buzzed with the low hum of conversation from the other boys- Theo lounging against the headboard with a book half-open in his lap, Mattheo sprawled in an armchair cracking his knuckles, and Draco and Blaise tossing a Quaffle back and forth as they sat on their own beds. The late afternoon light filtered through the heavy green curtains, casting a warm glow over the cluttered space.

Lorenzo's brow furrowed as he squinted at a particularly smudged page, his fingers tracing the ink absentmindedly. "Wait, this part about the fluxweed... does it say to add it before or after?" he muttered, his voice tinged with that familiar whine of frustration creeping in.

Mattheo let out a bark of laughter from across the room, leaning forward with a smirk. "Don't get too stressed, Enzo, or else you'll turn into Y/N's baby boy- whimpering and begging for her to take care of you."

Lorenzo rolled his eyes, a flush creeping up his neck, but the guys erupted into cackles anyway. 

"Come on, mate," Blaise added, tossing the Quaffle to Draco. "You're always so desperate around her. It's like clockwork- notes out, and suddenly you're putty."

You lifted your head from the pillow, propping yourself up on one elbow as you shot Mattheo a challenging glare. "You know, I could have ANY of you as desperate for me as he is," 

Mattheo arched a brow, his smirk widening, “Fat chance, love. You'd have to try a lot harder than that."

Theo set his book aside, a knowing glint in his eye as he leaned back. "I wouldn't wanna mess with her, Mattheo. She's had me gripping the sheets for life.”

The room fell into a charged silence for a beat, the teasing energy shifting. You pushed yourself up fully now, swinging your legs off the bed to stand, facing Mattheo head-on. Your heart raced a little at the intensity in his gaze, but you held it without flinching. "I sure can," 

He rose from the armchair in one fluid motion, closing the distance, his height forcing you to tilt your chin up. "Prove it," he challenged.

Lorenzo shifted on the bed, his expression a mix of embarrassment and concern. "Y/N, it's fine. Let's just study-“

You glanced back at him with a playful wink, shaking your head. "Nah, this is better."

Mattheo held your gaze for a long moment, the challenge flickering in his dark eyes before he let out a low chuckle, leaning back slightly. "Fine," he said, his voice dripping with that signature arrogance, like he was humouring you.

You smirked, stepping even closer, your fingers pressing against his chest to shove him back down into the armchair with surprising force. He landed with a grunt, surprise flashing across his face as you loomed over him. "My rules," you declared, your tone leaving no room for argument.

The room exploded with reactions from the boys. Theo leaned forward from the bed, grinning wickedly. "Oh, this is gonna be exciting," 

Draco nodded from his spot by the window, crossing his arms with an amused smirk while Blaise let out a low whistle

Lorenzo shifted uncomfortably beside the scattered notes, his cheeks still pink from earlier. "I don't know if I wanna watch this," he mumbled, rubbing the back of his neck and glancing away.

“This is gonna be good," Blaise shot back, and the group erupted into laughter again, the teasing energy ramping up.

Theo raised an eyebrow, his voice cutting through the noise with mock seriousness. "Question- are we allowed to jerk off?"

You rolled your eyes at Theo, but a grin tugged at your lips as you turned back to Mattheo. "Yeah, yeah, when have you not?"

Theo winked at you, his expression turning playful. "Only when it's you, baby."

You ignored the flirtation for now, focusing on Mattheo as he sat there, watching you intently. "Take off your belt," you commanded, your voice firm.

He complied without hesitation, his fingers working the buckle loose and sliding the leather from the loops of his pants. But as he reached for the button of his trousers, you shook your head sharply. "Bup-bup-bup, nope. Keep them on."

Mattheo paused, a flicker of frustration crossing his features, but he obeyed, handing over the belt. You grabbed his wrists, pushing them behind his back and looping the belt around them tightly, securing the knot with a practiced tug. The leather bit into his skin just enough to hold firm, and he tested it once, his muscles flexing against the restraint.

The boys let out a chorus of whistles as the scene unfolded. You stepped back for a moment, letting the tension build, then began your show.

Your hands trailed up your sides, fingers hooking under the hem of your shirt as you swayed your hips slowly, peeling the fabric up inch by inch to reveal the smooth skin of your stomach. 

Mattheo's eyes locked on you, darkening as you lifted it higher, exposing the curve of your breasts beneath your bra before tossing the shirt aside. The room quieted, all attention on you as you turned, arching your back to give them a view while unbuttoning your shorts, letting them slide down your thighs with a deliberate shimmy.

You kicked them off, now in just your underwear, and closed the distance to straddle his lap. The armchair creaked under your weight as you lowered yourself onto him, grinding slowly at first, your body rolling in a rhythm that pressed your heat against the growing bulge in his pants. Your hands braced on his shoulders for leverage, you leaned in close, your breath ghosting over his ear as you picked up the pace, circling your hips, teasing the friction without giving him full relief.

Mattheo's breath hitched, his bound hands straining behind him. "Holy shit," he muttered, his voice rough, head tipping back against the chair as you worked him over.

Theo's eyes widened from his spot on the bed, his laughter bubbling up incredulously. "Where the fuck did you learn this from? Why do I never get this?"

The outburst had everyone cackling again, the room filling with hoots and jeers, but you didn't stop. You kept the lap dance going, your movements precise and torturous, grinding down harder to feel him twitch beneath you. Mattheo's jaw clenched, a low groan escaping him as sweat beaded on his forehead, but he wasn't breaking yet- his eyes still burned with defiance, locked on yours, daring you to push further.

You intensified the lap dance, your hips rolling with more purpose now, grinding down against the rigid line of his cock straining through his pants. The friction built heat between you, your pussy pressing firmly along his length with each deliberate circle, feeling him harden fully beneath you, begging for more. 

Mattheo's breaths came in sharp bursts, his thighs tensing under your weight as you dragged yourself forward and back, teasing the tip with a slow, torturous slide that had him bucking up involuntarily.

A low, frustrated growl rumbled from his chest, his eyes half-lidded and locked on your bouncing tits. You leaned in closer, your lips brushing his jaw as you whispered hotly, "Not yet," before picking up the pace.

The boys watched with rapt attention, the room buzzing with their commentary. Lorenzo shifted again, muttering, "This is intense," while Draco smirked and said, "Look at him squirm- never thought I'd see Riddle like this."

Finally, you slid off his lap, dropping to your knees between his spread thighs. Your fingers worked the button of his pants open, tugging the zipper down just enough to expose the waistband of his boxers. You hooked your fingers in and pulled both down slightly, freeing his cock- it sprang out heavy and veined, the head already slick with precum, curving up toward his stomach.

"Oh, thank you," Mattheo rasped, his voice thick with relief and desperation, hips jerking forward as if to chase your mouth.

But you weren't rushing. Instead, you leaned in, your tongue flicking out for a light, teasing lick along the underside from base to tip, savouring the salty taste of him. He hissed, trying to thrust up, but you placed a hand on his thigh to hold him steady. 

Next, you wrapped your lips around just the head, sucking gently on the sensitive tip, your tongue swirling over the slit to lap up more of that leaking precum.

Mattheo's head fell back, a string of curses spilling from his lips. "Fuck... please..." You pulled off with a soft pop, planting feather-light kisses along the shaft- up one side, down the other- watching his cock twitch and weep in response. 

The boys hooted, Blaise calling out, "She's got him now!"

Satisfied with his torment, you took him deeper suddenly, relaxing your throat to swallow him down inch by inch until your nose brushed his pubic bone. You held there for a few seconds, humming around his length to vibrate against him, feeling him pulse wildly. 

Then, just as his groans turned pleading, you eased back, releasing him with a wet gasp, returning to those maddening licks and kisses that kept him teetering on the edge without tipping over.

His bound hands yanked futilely at the belt behind the chair, the leather creaking as he strained to grab your hair and force you down, but he couldn’t- completely at your mercy. "Y/N, goddamn it, let me cum," he begged, voice breaking, sweat trickling down his temple.

Theo barked a laugh from the bed, pointing at Mattheo. "Oh yeah, he's done for. Look at that face- total goner."

Draco joined in, grinning wickedly as he elbowed Theo. "Theo, how does it feel knowing your girlfriend's such a slut, putting him on his hands and knees like this?"

The group cracked up, Lorenzo snorting despite his earlier hesitation, and Blaise added, "Yeah man, your boy's wrecked and she's barely started!

Theo just leaned back, arms crossed behind his head, a smug smile on his face. "Absolutely amazing," he said, eyes gleaming as he watched you work. "I feel like Lorenzo anytime I'm with her- whipped and loving every second."

Lorenzo flushed but laughed along, the room alive with their rowdy cheers and jeers, egging you on as you kept Mattheo dangling right on the brink

You decided it was time to push him over the edge, wrapping your lips around Mattheo's cock once more. This time, you didn't hold back- taking him deep into your throat with a steady rhythm, your head bobbing as you sucked hard, tongue pressing flat against the underside to stroke every inch. 

Your cheeks hollowed with the effort, saliva dripping down his shaft as you worked him relentlessly, the wet sounds filling the room alongside his ragged moans.

Mattheo's hips bucked wildly, his bound hands twisting against the belt as the tension snapped. He came hard, ropes of thick cum shooting into your mouth, flooding your tongue with his salty release. You swallowed around him, milking every last spurt until he was shuddering and spent. "Thank God," he gasped, chest heaving, eyes glazed over in bliss. "Okay, that's it, right?"

You pulled off with a wicked grin, licking your lips clean before letting out a cackle that echoed through the room. "Absolutely not."

His eyes widened in disbelief, snapping to the guys for backup. They were doubled over, dying with laughter.  "Ya, no," Lorenzo managed between laughs, "way more to come."

Theo was grinning, calming his laughter,  "Riddle, you thought that was the end? Mate, you're in for a ride- literally."

Ignoring their hysterics, you stood up, hooking your thumbs into the sides of your panties and sliding them down your legs, kicking them aside. Your pussy was slick and ready, exposed to the heated gazes around you.

Mattheo's jaw dropped, his spent cock twitching back to life as he stared. "Woah, woah, wait- are you- are you, I don't know... stretched out? Like, you're okay?"

You couldn't help but coo at his concern, stepping closer with a soft smile. "Aw, you're so cute. But I'll have you know, Enzo stretched me out a while ago."

All eyes whipped to Lorenzo, who froze mid-laugh, then broke into a sheepish grin under the scrutiny. "What? When I was stressing over my notes being wrong. She... helped me out."

Draco barked out a laugh. "You sneaky bastard- while we were right here?"

Theo just raised an eyebrow, amused. "Explains why you were so quiet an hour ago.”

You straddled Mattheo's lap again, positioning yourself over his hardening cock, the tip brushing your wet folds. Slowly, you sank down, inch by inch, feeling him stretch you open. A small wince escaped your lips,” Okay, maybe I'm not that stretched out" as the fullness bordered on too much, your walls clenching around him.

"Holy fuck," Mattheo groaned, his voice strained, eyes locked on where you joined. "Are you okay?"

The guys melted a bit at that, cooing in unison. "Awww, so cute," Draco teased, before his tone shifted to encouragement. "Now ruin him, Y/N- make the bastard pay.”

"All I care about is making you desperate," you murmured to Mattheo, your hands on his shoulders as you hovered there, not quite settling fully yet, drawing out the anticipation.

You finally lowered yourself fully onto Mattheo's cock, the thick length filling you completely as you settled into place. But instead of chasing your own pleasure right away, you focused on him- on the way his shaft throbbed inside you, on drawing out every twitch and gasp from his body. 

It was a trick you'd used plenty of times with Lorenzo, when his gentle whines and needy thrusts threatened to overwhelm you too soon; you'd zero in on his cock, on making him feel every squeeze and slide, or let your mind wander to keep your own building heat at bay. 

Your hips started a slow rhythm, lifting up until just the tip remained inside, then dropping back down with a deliberate squeeze of your inner walls around him. The slick sounds of your pussy gliding over his cock echoed through the room, wet and obscene, drawing low groans from the guys watching. 

Draco shifted in his seat, his hand absently palming himself through his pants, while Blaise's eyes darkened, fixed on the way your ass flexed with each descent. Theo leaned back with a smirk, arms crossed, clearly enjoying the show, and Lorenzo bit his lip, his earlier sheepish grin turning hungry.

Mattheo strained against the belt binding his wrists, his fingers flexing uselessly as he tried to reach for you. "Fuck, Y/N," he growled, voice rough but edged with something desperate. "Let me touch you- come on." 

His hips jerked up instinctively, seeking more friction, but you controlled the pace, rolling your hips in tight circles once you were seated deep, grinding against him without giving him the fast thrusts he craved.

You grinned down at him, leaning forward so your tits brushed his chest, your hands pinning his shoulders more firmly. Another squeeze, tighter this time, as you rose and fell, feeling him pulse in response. 

The overstimulation from your earlier blowjob was already hitting him hard- his cock sensitive, every slide sending jolts through his body that made his thighs tense beneath you.

A soft whine slipped from his lips before he could stop it, high and needy, breaking through his tough facade. The room exploded with laughter and cheers from the guys.

"Holy shit, she's doing it!" Draco howled, slapping his knee. "Look at Riddle- whining like a little bitch already!"

Blaise chuckled deeply, shaking his head. "Y/N's got that magic pussy. You're done for."

"Shut up!" Mattheo snapped, his face flushing red as he glared at his friends, but the words came out strained, interrupted by another involuntary buck of his hips. He turned his gaze back to you, dark eyes blazing with a mix of frustration and raw want. 

"Holy shit, Y/N... you're- fuck, slow down." But even as he said it, his body betrayed him, cock twitching hard inside you, leaking precum that mixed with your arousal.

You didn't slow down and instead you picked up the rhythm just a fraction, dropping onto him with a wet slap that made him hiss. Your focus stayed locked on his reactions: the way his abs clenched, the desperate flex of his bound hands, the way his breaths came in short, ragged bursts. 

"What's wrong, Mattheo?" you teased softly, voice breathy as you squeezed again, holding the contraction while you hovered at the top of your stroke. "Too much for you already?"

He bit back a groan, jaw tight as he fought to keep his dominant edge. "Not... not too much. I can take it. Just- untie me, and I'll show you who-“  His words cut off into a choked moan when you sank down fully again, twisting your hips to rub your clit against his base without letting yourself get lost in it. You kept your mind on him, on breaking him down inch by inch, feeling the power shift as his resistance started to crack.

His cock throbbed deep inside you, slick with your combined arousal, and you squeezed around him rhythmically, milking every inch as you focused solely on his unraveling. The guys' laughter faded into background noise for you, but for him, it was a constant jab, fuelling his frustration even as his body betrayed him completely. 

"Y/N, untie me- fuck, I need to grab you,” he rasped, his voice cracking with desperation now, wrists straining harder against the belt. His muscles flexed under you, abs tightening as he tried to thrust up, but you pinned him down with your weight, your thighs clamping around his sides. He wanted to flip you, to slam into you and take over, but all he could do was endure the slow, torturous glide of your pussy over his sensitive length.

You leaned in closer, your breath warm against his ear, one hand stroking soothing circles on his chest while the other held onto his shoulder, "Shh, Mattheo, just let me make you feel good," you murmured softly, babying him in that nurturing way you knew would drive him wild. 

Another squeeze as you bottomed out, holding there to let him feel the full clench. "You've been so tense- let me take care of you. Doesn't it feel amazing?"

He bucked weakly, a whine escaping despite his efforts, his dark eyes locking onto yours with a mix of plea and fire. The overstimulation from your mouth earlier made every sensation sharper, his cock hypersensitive, twitching uncontrollably inside you. 

"It- shit, it does, but I... I want to touch you," he admitted through gritted teeth, the words tumbling out messier than before. His usual dominance was slipping, replaced by raw need, and he stopped glaring at the guys, his focus narrowing to just you- the way your walls hugged him, the wet sounds filling the air, the gentle sway of your body above him.

The room's energy shifted too; Draco's chuckles died down to a low hum of arousal, Blaise murmuring something appreciative under his breath, Theo watching with that knowing smirk, and Lorenzo shifting restlessly, all of them turned on by the sight. You picked up the pace just a touch, rolling your hips to grind deep, but still keeping it about him- watching his face contort, his breaths turn to pants, his bound hands clenching into fists.

"That's it, just relax into it," you cooed, your voice soft and encouraging as you dropped down again, the slap of skin echoing. You could feel him swelling thicker, the desperation building in the way his thighs quivered beneath you. He stopped fighting the whines now, letting them spill out freely, his hips jerking up erratically as he chased the pleasure you controlled.

"Fuck, Y/N... please," he begged, the word breaking from him like a dam, his head falling back against the bed with a thud, his body arching as much as it could, completely at your mercy. 

He didn't care about the audience anymore; it felt too fucking good, being the center of your attention, your pussy working him relentlessly toward the edge.

You grinned, leaning down to nip at his jaw, your movements never faltering. "Good boy, Mattheo. Just let me take care of you,” 

And he did, easing into the submission, his moans turning desperate and unrestrained, body tensing as the orgasm crashed over him. His cock jerked hard inside you, ropes of cum flooding your pussy in hot spurts, his whole frame shuddering beneath you as he cried out your name, lost in the overwhelming release.

You eased off him slowly, your pussy releasing his spent cock with a wet pop, cum trickling down your thighs as you shifted to untie the belt from his wrists. Mattheo lay there, chest heaving, his body slick with sweat, dark hair matted to his forehead. As the restraint fell away, he flexed his hands, rubbing at the red marks, but his eyes stayed locked on you, hazy with satisfaction.

"Thank you, baby... fuck," he murmured, voice rough and breathless, a lazy grin tugging at his lips despite the exhaustion.

The room erupted in applause from the guys. "10/10 performance, Y/N," Blaise drawled, leaning back against the headboard. "Had me creaming in my pants over here. Served him right- finally got a taste of his own medicine."

Theo nodded, "You owned him, amore,”

You stood up, still naked and glowing, and gave a playful bow to the group, your hands sweeping out dramatically. "Thank you, thank you," you said with a laugh, soaking in their cheers and the way Mattheo's gaze followed your every move.

Before you could take more than a step toward the bathroom, Mattheo surged up, scooping you into his arms with surprising strength for how wrecked he looked. He carried you effortlessly into the adjoining bathroom, kicking the door shut behind you both, the sounds of the guys' laughter fading.

He set you down gently on the edge of the sink, grabbing a warm cloth from the basin to clean you up first, his touches tender now- wiping away the mess between your legs with careful strokes, then pressing soft kisses to your shoulders and neck. 

You returned the favour, running your fingers through his hair, massaging his tense muscles as he leaned into you, the aftercare a quiet contrast to the intensity before.

"That felt fucking amazing," he admitted softly, pulling you close, his forehead resting against yours as the steam from the running water filled the air.

You winked, tracing a finger down his chest. "And it'll feel 10x better once you let Daphne do it."

His eyes lit up instantly, a spark of excitement flashing through the post-orgasm haze, his mind clearly racing with the thought of her.

The common room is full tonight in the best way- everyone crowded around the table, butterbeer and firewhiskey being passed around, snacks spread out between you all while the fire crackles nearby. Monopoly is still laid out in front of you, the game abandoned but not forgotten after the horrendous moments that came from it.

Blaise speaks up through the commotion, "We should play UNO."

Immediately, everyone shuts that down.

“No,” you said immediately, everyone agreeing with you and giving Blaise a look. Monopoly had almost ended with Draco strangling Theo and Astoria full-on screaming at Blaise for cheating. No one wants to relive that, especially not with UNO.

Blaise just laughed. “Relax. Just simple UNO....well...not simple. I have a twist.”

“What are you on about?” Draco asked with a cautious look.

Blaise grinned. “We’ve all heard of strip poker, correct?”

There was a beat of silence before everybody nodded, growing curious but still staying cautious because Blaise always was pulling something out of his ass.

"Well...how about we basically play that...but UNO instead."

“Why not just play strip poker then?” Lorenzo suggested, confused.

Theo groaned, lightly chuckling though/ “Because half of you don’t even know how to play poker. UNO is way easier.”

You noded, because you’ve never played poker in your life, and UNO was something you did in fact understand very well.

Blaise was already reaching for the UNO deck on the shelves, “So instead of whoever loses the round stripping-because that would take way too long with this many people- here’s how it works; If you’re forced to draw a card during a round, you take off an item of clothing. And if you play a wild card, you get to choose who takes one off next.”

“You’ve been thinking about this,” Theo grinned at the slow realization.

“Thought of it halfway through Monopoly.”

Everyone looks around at each other, deciding if this was actually worth playing, and it only took two seconds before slow shrugs turned into eager nods and laughs.

You all began clearing the table of Monopoly pieces and pushing bottles and snacks aside. Blaise pulls the cards out of the UNO box, hands the cards to Mattheo to shuffle before the latter begins dealing- seven cards to each person.

And just like that, the game is on.

The game started with a neutral card on the pile- a red 5 and Lorenzo went, having a match card, then you. You scanned your cards, finding nothing that matched. With a sigh, you drew from the pile, revealing a mismatched blue 3. Off came your left sock.

Astoria went next; No match for the red 5. She drew- a green skip that didn't fit either and she slipped off her right sock, placing it aside.

Draco chuckled, reaching over. "Here, let me get the left one next time," he teased, his hand brushing her ankle lightly, making her laugh hard.

Pansy followed, eyeing the pile. She had a red card in hand and smirked, placing it down.

Blaise nudged her with a mutter, "Lucky start. Don't get too comfy.'" The turn reversed back to Lorenzo.

Lorenzo frowned at his cards, he had nothing for red and he drew a yellow card. He whined softly, pulling off his hoodie and revealing his t-shirt.

Theodore's turn. He had a wild draw four lurking and with a predatory grin, he slapped it down, changing the colour to blue and forcing Mattheo to draw four. But since it was wild, Theodore picked you to strip.

"Y/N, lose the hoodie,"

You leaned over, letting him tug at the zipper 'helpfully,' his fingers lingering on your waist before you shrugged it off, leaving you in your tank top.

Mattheo grumbled, drawing his four cards as required, then checked for a blue match. He couldn't, so he drew and got a red 8, which was useless. Off went one of his socks, kicked away carelessly. '

Draco's turn now, blue on top. He played a blue 7 cleanly, no strip needed.

Blaise had a wild card ready. He played it, calling yellow, and chose Pansy, “Your turn to shine, love."

Pansy rolled her eyes, his hands sliding up her arms to ease off her hoodie while she laughed, shaking out her hair before her turn.

She scanned her hand, smirking as she found a yellow skip. She placed it down confidently, skipping the next player- Astoria- and passing the turn straight to you.

You eyed the yellow skip on top, rifling through your cards- you had a yellow 9- safe.

Back to Lorenzo now, nothing matched. He drew from the stock- a green reverse, which he couldn't play. With a dramatic sigh, he tugged off his other sock, leaving his feet bare. "This is unfair,"

Theodore's turn. He had a yellow draw two ready, slapping it down and forcing Mattheo to draw cards AGAIN. Theodore's gaze lingered on you as he called the color green, though didn’t choose anyone. “I’ll keep you all safe for now.”

Mattheo drew his two, grumbling under his breath and glaring at Theodore. The pile was green and searched his hand and found a green 4

Draco followed, placing a wild card and changing the colour to red and choosing no one to strip yet, though his eyes lingered on Astoria and you wondered what was in that deck of his.

Blaise's turn again. He had a red 6 in hand and laid it down.

Pansy went next, drawing a card. It was a blue 2, useless. She stood with a flourish, shimmying out of her tank top to reveal a lacy black bra, Blaise's eyes darkening as he watched.

“Like what you see?" she teased, tossing the top aside while Blaise rolled his eyes and everyone laughed.

Astoria's turn, she drew a yellow 7, no play. Draco cackled as he reached over to take off her left sock, but also her hoodie, leaving her in a tank top with her excuse being its too hot.

Mattheo's turn hit next, blue leading the way. He smirked, fanning his hand, but drew a card- a red 7.

“Damn," he muttered, standing up to unbutton his shirt. His fingers worked the fabric open slowly, revealing the taut lines of his chest, scarred and strong.

As he shrugged it off, Daphne's absence didn't stop Pansy from leaning over Blaise to give Mattheo's abs a quick, teasing squeeze.

Mattheo caught her wrist, pulling her hand lower for a second before letting go with a wink.

Back to Lorenzo, blue on top. He drew, pulling a yellow skip that clashed, so he shrugged off his hoodie, though his eyes were on Pansy.

He reached over casually, his palm sliding up her thigh under the table's edge, fingers tracing the hem of her skirt. She bit her lip, parting her legs just a fraction in response.

Astoria went after. She played a blue card, much to her luck and Draco’s dismay.

Draco, now facing blue again, scanned his cards and laid down a blue 9 smoothly. No strip, but he didn't miss the chance to drape an arm around Astoria's shoulders, his fingers dipping into the strap of her tank top, tugging it down an inch to expose more of her pale skin.

Pansy's go- she drew a blue draw two, forcing Blaise to grab two cards. "Pay up, handsome," she giggled.

Blaise complied, but not without retaliating: as he drew, his free hand slipped behind her, cupping her ass through her skirt and gicing it a squeeze.

Pansy gasped, arching into the touch. "Asshole" she laughed, swatting his chest.

Theo jumped in next, blue on top. He drew a wild card but held it, opting instead for a blue 5 he had.

Your turn circled around, the pile stubbornly blue. You drew, heart picking up as you looked at your cards; no match and was forced to pick up an in matching card.

With a sigh that was half real, half show, you hooked your thumbs into your shorts' waistband and slid them down your legs, kicking them aside. The cool air hit your thighs, your panties now on full display.

Theo's hand was there immediately, resting heavy on your bare knee, thumb circling inward teasingly. "Fuck, you're killing me," he whispered, his breath hot against your ear.

Lorenzo again, the low cards forcing another draw. He pulled a red reverse, no play, so he stood to drop his pants, leaving him in boxers that tented obviously, Astoria's hand reaching out to trace the outline through the fabric before he sat back down.

The game pushed on, strips piling up. Astoria drew next, mismatched yellow, and peeled off her skirt, her silk panties gleaming in the firelight. Draco's arm tightened around her, his hand sliding down to palm her breast through the tank top , thumb flicking the nipple until she whimpered softly.

Draco played a blue skip on his turn, bypassing Pansy and ramping the heat. She pouted but turned her attention to Blaise, straddling his lap briefly under the pretense of leaning over and grabbing a card, grinding down just enough to make him groan.

Blaise drew and stripped his shirt, his broad chest flexing.

Theo's turn brought more fire: he finally dropped that wild card, calling it red and choosing Mattheo who was the most clothed. He stripped his pants with a curse, boxers straining.

Pansy's turn circled back, her eyes gleaming with mischief as she scanned the red-topped pile. She was down to her bra and panties now, the lacy black set hugging her curves.

With a triumphant grin, she slapped down a red 4, then immediately followed it with her last card-a red skip. "UNO!"

Mattheo's go came fast after the skip. Red on top, and he held his breath for a beat before laying out his final two cards: a red reverse and a red draw four.

"UNO!" he declared, slamming them down with a feral smirk. The group erupted in groans and Pansy whooped, lunging across to high-five him, her tits nearly spilling from her bra in the motion.

Mattheo stood, his cock twitching visibly in his boxers as he grabbed Pansy's wrist and tugged her up with him. "C'mere, winner," he rasped, steering her toward the worn leather couch behind them.

She followed eagerly, her ass swaying, and he dropped onto the cushions first, pulling her down to straddle his lap in one fluid motion. Their mouths crashed together immediately, lips parting wet and urgent, tongues sliding against each other as his hands roamed her back, unhooking her bra with practiced ease.

The bra fell away, exposing her tits, nipples hard and begging. Mattheo broke the kiss just long enough to capture one in his mouth, sucking hard, making Pansy arch and moan into his hair. "nghh~ fuck~" she gasped, grinding her hips down against his cock through the thin barriers of fabric.

His fingers dug into her ass, kneading the flesh as he guided her, the couch creaking under them. One hand slipped between her thighs, pushing her panties aside to stroke her slick folds, thumb circling her clit until she whimpered, her pussy clenching around nothing yet.

You watched from the circle, your own arousal spiking as Theo's hand inched higher between your legs, his fingers pressing against your damp panties.

The sight of Pansy rocking on Mattheo's lap, her juices starting to soak through his boxers, had everyone shifting restlessly- Lorenzo's breath hitching as he palmed himself, Astoria squirming under Draco's possessive grip, Blaise's eyes dark with want.

The air thickened with their moans, the wet sounds of Mattheo's fingers now plunging into Pansy's cunt, pumping steadily as she rode his hand, tits bouncing with each thrust.

But the game didn't stop; the rest of you were too far gone to quit now. Lorenzo drew next, a red card at the top but he was mismatched again, stripping his boxers fully this time.

Desperately, his cock sprang free, hard and leaking, and Astoria's hand wrapped around it immediately, stroking slow as Draco leaned in to bite her neck.

"Keep playing," Mattheo rasped from the couch, his free hand shoving his boxers down to free his cock, guiding Pansy's hand to wrap around it while she lined herself up, the head of his cock nudging her entrance.

Astoria played a wild card on her turn with her free hand, calling it green, her voice breathy as she forced Draco to draw and strip his shirt, his pale chest heaving.

The group's touches grew frantic- Theo's fingers now slipping inside you, curling just right, while Blaise reached over to tweak your nipple through your tank top as you watched the couple on the couch.

Pansy's descent onto Mattheo's cock was desperate but slow, her pussy stretching around him with a shared groan that echoed off the stones. She sank fully, bottoming out, and began to ride him in earnest, hips snapping as his hands bruised her hips, pulling her down harder.

Theo's fingers still curled inside your pussy, "Draw, amore," he breathed against your ear, his free hand squeezing your clothed tit, pinching the nipple until it ached.

You nodded, shaky, and pulled a card from the deck- a green 7, matching the top. Relief flooded you as you slapped it down, but Theo didn't let up, his digits pumping faster, slick sounds joining the wet slaps from the couch.

Lorenzo's turn hit next, his face flushed, cock still gripped in Astoria's fist as she jerked him slow and teasing. He drew a green skip, finally happy he matched for once though really it didn't matter now. He was about to cheer but Astoria shushed him with a kiss to his tip, her tongue swirling the head and he let out a whimper before she released him to play her card.

The skip jumped over Draco, who cursed under his breath, his hand already wandering up Astoria's thigh, fingers tracing the edge of her panties.

Blaise went after, his boxers tented obscenely as he eyed Pansy bouncing on Mattheo's lap, her pussy gripping him visibly with each descent, juices dripping.

Blaise drew a green draw two, but the added cards forced Theo to pull extras, and with his own cards, nothing matched, so he stripped his shirt, revealing the taut muscles of his chest, scarred faintly from old Quidditch scrapes. Theo's eyes locked on yours, dark promise in them, as he leaned in to suck a mark onto your collarbone, his fingers twisting deeper inside you.

Draco's draw came mismatched again; He peeled off his pants with a snarl, kicking them aside, his cock straining against his briefs like it might burst free. Astoria's hand found him immediately, palming the bulge while her other arm looped around Lorenzo's neck, pulling him into a kiss.

Draco moaned, yanking Astoria closer to grind against her side, his mouth claiming hers after forcing her away from Lorenzo's lips.

You drew once more, heart pounding as Pansy's cries peaked- "Oh god, Mattheo, harder!"- her body shuddering as she clenched around him.

Your card was a wild draw four. You called it blue, forcing Theodore to take his last item off- his boxers. "Payback," you teased, voice husky from his relentless fingering, your walls fluttering around him.

He grinned, moving his fingers out of you, making sure you watched as he licked them slowly before peeling off his boxers, his cock springing up, long and desperate and perfect.

Pansy's gasps sharpened as Mattheo drove up into her, his cock slamming deep with each roll of her hips. Her tits jiggled with the force, sweat beading between them, while his fingers clamped her ass, spreading her cheeks for better leverage. You tore your eyes away just enough to focus on the cards, the pile now a chaotic mix of greens and blues after Astoria's wild shift, but the heat between your thighs throbbed in time with their rhythm and at this point, no one was thinking of winning the game anymore.

The game blurred into a frenzy, cards flying as everyone else's strips turned frantic: Blaise lost his boxers, his thick cock slapping against his thigh; Astoria shed her bra, nipples hard and anching; you ditched your panties, Theo's hand diving back into your pussy.

Suddenly, cutting through the heat, Blaise slapped down his final draw four randomly, his voice cutting through as he cheered, "UNO, FUCK YEAH!"

His grin was feral, eyes locked on the couch where Pansy rode Mattheo with renewed vigor, her ass grinding down to take every inch of him. She moaned low, her nails raking his chest, pussy clenching around his thickening cock as he thrust up to meet her.

Blaise didn't hesitate, striding over before he sat behind Pansy, hands gripping her hips to lift her slightly off Mattheo, his tip nudging against her already stuffed entrance. "Room for one more, princess?" he rasped, and she nodded frantically as he pressed in, stretching her wide.

The three of them moaned in unison- Pansy sandwiched between them, Blaise's cock sliding alongside Mattheo's, filling her to the brim, their rhythms syncing into a brutal push-pull that had her tits bouncing wildly.

With Blaise gone from the circle, the game broke, but no one cared. Theo's fingers withdrew from your soaked pussy with a wet pop, his gaze burning into yours as he shoved the cards aside. "Game's over for us, puttana" he growled, voice thick with possession, his hands yanking at your remaining tank top.

You lifted your arms, letting him rip it off, your breasts spilling free, nipples hard from the cool air and his earlier pinches. He palmed them roughly, thumbs rolling the peaks while his mouth crashed against yours, tongue invading deep.

Across from you, Enzo and Draco turned their full attention to Astoria, her elegant frame trembling under their assault. Enzo's hands tugged her panties down her thighs, exposing her slick folds, while Draco's hands fondled her tits as Lorenzo began to finger her, one mouth onto her nipple and Draco on the other.

"ngh~ mhmm~ f-fuck~ ooh!!", She cried out, hands fisting into their hair.

You felt Theo's urgency spike, his body pressing you back against the cushions, knees forcing your legs apart, "Gonna eat this pretty pussy,"

His tongue flattened and dragged up your slit, lapping at your juices with hungry swipes. You bucked, fingers tangling in his dark hair, the suction on your clit sending sparks through your veins as he devoured you, lips sealing around the bud to suck hard.

Enzo mirrored the descent on Astoria as he nuzzled her inner thigh. "Please, let me taste you," he breathed, and she nodded, spreading wider for him. His mouth descended eagerly, tongue flicking her entrance before plunging in, tongue fucking her while his hand stroked his own leaking cock.

Draco watched with possessive hunger, shedding his briefs to free his length, then positioning himself to feed it into Astoria's mouth. She took him greedily, cheeks hollowing as she bobbed.

The room pulsed with the orgy's heat- Pansy's cries mingling with the wet sounds of Blaise and Mattheo pounding into her, Blaise's fingers digging into her ass while Mattheo twisted her nipples; Theo's palms kneading your thighs as his tongue circled your hole, dipping inside to tongue-fuck you deeper; you reached out to squeeze Enzo's shoulder, feeling the tremor in him as he ate Astoria out with devoted laps, her moans vibrating around Draco's cock.

Draco thrust shallowly into her mouth, his hand guiding her head. "Good girl, take it all," he praised, eyes flicking to you with a shared heat.

Astoria's body writhed, pinned between Enzo's gentle worship and Draco's commanding grip, her pussy grinding against Enzo's face for more friction.

You mirrored her,, hips rolling up to chase Theo's mouth, his degradation spilling between licks, "So fucking wet for me, aren't you? My little slut." His teeth grazed your clit, fingers joining his tongue to stretch you open, scissoring your walls.

Theo's tongue pulled away with a final, teasing suck, leaving you throbbing and empty, your pussy clenching around nothing. He rose up on his knees, tip of his cock flushed dark as he gripped the base and dragged it along your folds.

"Look at this greedy little hole. Soaking for me, begging to be filled like the slut you are. You love it when I wreck you, don't you, amore?"

You nodded frantically, hips lifting to chase the pressure of his tip nudging your entrance, but he held back, teasing the rim with shallow dips that stretched you just enough to make you whine. His free hand pinned your thigh wider, fingers digging into the flesh as he leaned over you, breath hot against your ear. "Say it. Tell me how much you need my cock splitting you open."

"Please, Theo," you gasped, hands clutching his shoulders, nails scraping down his back. "I need it- fuck me hard."

A dark chuckle rumbled from his chest, and then he snapped his hips forward, burying his thick length inside you in one brutal thrust. Your walls clamped down around him, the burn of the stretch blooming into sharp pleasure as he bottomed out, his balls slapping against your ass.

He didn't give you time to adjust- though yu'd been fucked so much by this cock you didn't even need to adjust- pulling back only to slam in again, setting a punishing rhythm that rocked your body against the cushions. "That's my good girl," he grunted, each word punctuated by the wet smack of skin on skin. "Taking every inch like you were made for it. This pussy's mine- tight and perfect, milking me so fucking well."

The sounds of Pansy's begs and moans or Draco and Lorenzo beginning to fuck Astoria's holes was all background noise to you, your world narrowing to Theo's relentless pounding, his cock dragging along your inner walls, hitting that spot deep inside that made stars burst behind your eyelids.

He hooked your legs over his shoulders, folding you nearly in half to drive deeper, the angle letting him grind his pelvis against your clit with each hilt. "Fuck, you feel that?" He palmed your tit roughly, twisting the nipple between his fingers. "Your cunt's sucking me in, so desperate. Bet you'd let me ruin you every night, wouldn't you? My dirty little whore, creaming all over my dick."

You arched into him, his words sending fresh waves of arousal gushing around his shaft. His thrusts grew harder and faster as he chased the friction, "Gonna make this pussy come so hard," he promised, voice dropping to a filthy whisper. "But not yet- hold it for me, cara. Let me feel you squeeze tighter while I fuck you stupid."

His mouth claimed yours in a messy kiss, teeth nipping your lip as his tongue mimicked the thrust of his hips. You bucked up to meet him, i the coil in your belly winding tighter, his adoration for your body evident in every possessive grip and devoted stroke.

The pressure built relentlessly, your body trembling beneath Theo's unyielding pace, every thrust driving you closer to the edge. "Come on, principessa," he growled, "Let go for me."

You cried out, the coil snapping taut as waves of heat crashed through you, your walls convulsing in rhythmic pulses that clamped down on his thick shaft. "Theo- nghh a-AH fuck, yes!" The orgasm ripped through, your pussy gushing slickness around him while your thighs quivered over his shoulders.

He groaned, "That's it- fuck, you're coming so hard, like a good little slut made just for my dick." His rhythm faltered, hips stuttering as he chased his own release, pounding through your aftershocks with brutal intensity. hH slammed deep one final time, his cock throbbing as hot spurts of cum flooded you, painting your insides white. "Take it all, cara- every fucking bit. Your pussy's draining me dry."

You were having one of those days that felt almost too good to be real, the kind that made your chest feel light and your smile impossible to hide no matter how hard you tried to play it cool. 

Charms- Charms of ALL subjects- had finally bent to your will, and the parchment in your hands proved it in elegant red ink, an excellent grade staring back at you like a personal victory lap. 

Lorenzo hadn’t even let you finish reading before he wrapped you up in one of his tight hugs, spinning you slightly off your feet like he always did when he was proud, laughing into your hair and even making a joke about how it was insane that wand work had ever been your weak point when you gave amazing handjobs.

Lunch somehow managed to be perfect too, your favourite meal appearing on your plate as if the universe itself was conspiring to spoil you, and as if that wasn’t enough, one of your afternoon classes was cancelled entirely. Which was how you ended up curled up in your dorm instead, tucked against Theo’s side with the curtains drawn just enough to let the grey light in, your legs tangled together while you showed him your memory box.

It was filled with keepsakes, old notes, tiny trinkets, and printed photographs- lots of photographs- and more than a generous portion of them featured him. Theo had raised a brow at that, smirking as he asked how you’d managed to get them developed, and you’d lied easily, smoothly, saying Hermione without missing a beat, because it was simpler than explaining the concept of a Muggle print shop to a wizard who barely tolerated electricity as a theory.

And maybe that lie sat closer to the truth than most of the others you carried, because yes- you were a Muggle-born. Not something you ever admitted out loud, not to your friends at least, though the professors had always known.

It was almost impressive, in hindsight, how you’d survived the Second Wizarding War with that secret intact, how Voldemort himself had never realized what you were. Growing up Muggle-born in Slytherin before the war had been its own quiet battlefield. Mattheo and Draco had been arrogant know-it-alls who wore superiority like a second skin. 

Theo had been quieter then, his actions speaking louder as he’d sneer at Hermione and anyone who reminded him of the world beyond magic. Blaise had never hidden his disdain, and even Lorenzo -sweet, affectionate Lorenzo- had once believed himself better by default, because growing up in a Black family had a way of doing that to you whether you wanted it to or not.

So half-blood had always felt safer, without too many questions. And even after the war, after ideologies supposedly crumbled and friendships crossed lines that once would’ve been unforgivable, you kept the lie. You’d worn it for so long that taking it off now felt pointless

Maybe some of them still harboured old beliefs deep down- though you doubted it more with every passing year. Astoria Greengrass had fought relentlessly for peace before the war and had somehow managed to soften Draco Malfoy of all people, and if that didn’t signal change, nothing did- especially with Narcissa’s quiet influence steering him away from the worst of it. 

Blaise had never truly cared enough to be radicalized, Mattheo had grown up trapped by circumstance more than belief, and Theo- well, Theo had grown close to Hermione; If that wasn’t proof that their worlds shifted,  then you honestly didn’t know what was.

Unfortunately, the day didn’t stay kind.

It ended the second you pushed open the girls’ dormitory door, irritation from detention still clinging to you like smoke. You hadn’t meant to blow up Seamus’s cauldron- honestly, if Snape wanted to blame someone, he could’ve started with Seamus existing- but you were too tired to argue it now. You stepped inside expecting noise and laughter, the usual lazy evening sprawl.

The entire group was there. At first, you didn’t clock what was wrong. The girls were sitting on the beds, scattered but unusually still, and the boys were gathered near your bed instead of the girls’, lingering in a way that made your shoulders tense instinctively. Your head slightly tilted and saw it- your memory box.

Sitting open on your bed.

Your breath punched out of you as you pushed through them immediately, heart racing, already bracing for devastation that Theo showed them the whole box- but relief flooded you when you realized it was only the photos scattered across the bed.

Theodore was holding one, probably showing them a group photo, and the sight knocked a shaky laugh out of you before you could stop it.

“Oh- you scared me,” you breathed, forcing a smile, hand pressed to your chest.

No one laughed with you. Pansy’s voice cut through the room instead, low and sharp. “You should still be.”

Astoria reacted instantly, twisting to smack Pansy’s arm. “Enough. What is wrong with you?”

You blinked, the warmth draining from your face as something cold curled in your stomach. Slowly, you stepped away from the boys, eyes flicking between them, searching for… something. 

“What?” you asked quietly. “Is- is something wrong?”

Blaise spoke first.

“When were you planning on telling us you’re Muggleborn?”

The world tilted.

Your heart dropped so violently it felt like it hit the floor before the rest of you could follow. Your stomach hollowed out, dread filling the space, creeping up your throat until it was hard to breathe.

“What?” you breathed out, taking another step back. “What are you talking about- no, I’m not-”

“Y/N,” Theo cut in, “Lying isn’t getting you anywhere.”

Panic surged and your pulse roared in your ears.

“How-how do you even know?” you demanded, voice cracking despite yourself. “I-how-what??”

Mattheo crossed his arms, expression unreadable. “We wanted to print out some photos as well. So we went to Hermione, asked if she could go to the shop she goes to for you.”

Your blood ran cold.

“And,” he continued, almost apologetically, “she told us you’ve never asked her to do that. Not once. So unfortunately, I can’t really find a lot of excuses in my head.”

Daphne shifted on the bed, eyes flicking to you with something like concern. “Maybe- maybe she’s half-blood,” she offered quickly. “And her Muggle side just knows the store-”

“Daph, don’t make excuses,” Mattheo said flatly.

“I’m trying to help my girl, Riddle,” Daphne snapped back.

Draco finally spoke up, arms crossed, tone sharp but oddly controlled. “Okay. Fine. Let’s say that is a possibility. Then explain your last name- it’s hardly known in the wizarding world, your wand is common-”

“Oh, yeah,” you cut in, anger flaring,  “Let’s base it off wands then.”

Draco lifted a shoulder slightly. “I’m just saying-”

Then Lorenzo cut him off to add on,  and somehow, that hurt the most.

“You know…” he started, voice hesitant, almost careful, like he already sensed he was stepping onto something fragile. “I always found it a little odd…you know every spell off the top of your head. You’re a natural at Potions, Defence Against the Dark Arts- you dominate that class. You’ve saved half of us in practicals more times than I can count.”

Your chest tightened.

“But Charms,” he continued quietly, “Charms has always been your weakest.”

Pansy groaned immediately. “Oh my God, Enzo. Way to fucking expose her.”

He didn’t even glance at her.

“And then I remembered something Professor Flitwick said,” Lorenzo went on, voice gaining momentum now, “Years ago in first year. He mentioned that Muggleborns often struggle most in Charms- not because they’re less capable, but because of how their magic interacts with their wand. Their casting is different, less instinctive.”

“And every Muggle-born I know in our year,” he said slowly, “struggles the same way. Just like you.”

The silence that followed was suffocating.

You felt something inside you collapse- not dramatically, but a awful caving-in, like the floor beneath your feet had finally given up. Your shoulders dropped a fraction, the fight draining out of you before rage rushed in to replace it.

Lorenzo sighed, rubbing his face. “Why did you lie?”

A sharp laugh ripped out of you, bitter and humourless, and before anyone could stop you, you shoved him hard in the chest. He stumbled back a step, eyes wide.

“Woah!” Blaise barked, instinctively reaching out.

Lorenzo stared at you, stunned. “Y/N-”

“You couldn’t have just fucking kept your mouth shut?” you shouted, voice shaking violently.

His expression hardened, something unfamiliar flashing in his eyes. “This wasn’t about keeping my mouth shut. It was about fucking common sense.”

Sweet, gentle Lorenzo- who always smoothed things over, who hated confrontation- had just said something cruel. You saw it register on everyone’s faces at the same time.

You shoved him again, harder.

Theo took an unconscious step forward, guilt written all over him, but you were already turning away, chest heaving, vision blurring as you looked at all of them.

“You know what?” you laughed out, “Yeah. Fine. Let’s do this. I’ll go around and tell each and every one of you exactly why I never told the truth.”

You turned to Draco first. “I don’t even need to say much about you. You were a snob, an arshole. A genuine pain to be around growing up- and you still fucking are.”

Draco’s jaw tightened, colour rising in his cheeks. 

You pointed at Blaise next. “You? You always followed the group. Never questioned anything. I wouldn’t be surprised if you’re still the same boy from first year, just quieter about it.”

Blaise scoffed, defensive. “You don’t know what you’re talking about.”

You ignored him completely.

Then Theo. “Let’s not forget,” you said coldly, eyes locking onto his, “when you spat at Hermione in third year.”

Theo visibly flinched, like the memory had been dragged out of him against his will. His lips parted, then pressed together, shame darkening his features as he looked away.

Your finger swung to Mattheo.

“Do you really want me to say it?”

He met your glare head-on, eyes dark and daring, “I fucking dare you.”

“Lovely,” you snapped. “Voldemort’s your fucking father. Dead or not, I don’t know what that did to you growing up- but don’t act like it didn’t make you terrifying to be around.”

The room tensed instantly. Mattheo’s jaw clenched so hard you thought it might crack, his hands curling into fists at his sides.

And then you turned back to Lorenzo.

“And don’t even get me started on your mum.”

“Don’t,” he cut in sharply. “Be serious. She wasn’t even there growing up,”

“Well thank fucking God she’s dead then, huh?”

Lorenzo’s eyes widened in genuine shock, colour draining from his face as if you’d struck him. The room went deathly silent.

You weren’t going to apologize.

Even though, somewhere deep down, you knew you’d gone too far, you couldn’t bring yourself to back down now. 

“I really wonder why I’m even in this group,” you said, voice wavering, “I don’t fit in, do I? A Muggleborn with a bunch of pure-bloods.” 

Your eyes burned, tears blurring your vision as you laughed weakly. “I’m sure you were just looking for an excuse to get rid of me anyway.”

“That’s not true,” Theo said immediately, panic slipping into his voice. He took a step toward you. “Baby, no- that is not-”

You didn’t let him finish and instead turned on your heel and stormed out, ignoring the girls calling your name behind you, their voices overlapping in concern. The boys shouted too -some frantic, some angry, but you didn’t stop.

For the rest of the night, you went anywhere but the dorms.

You climbed the Astronomy Tower, letting the cold night air bite into your skin until your thoughts slowed. You wandered the courtyard, pacing until your legs ached. You walked along the lake, staring at the dark water as if it might swallow everything you were feeling. And eventually, exhausted and hollow, you slipped into the prefects’ bathroom, sinking into the hot bath and letting the steam fog your vision while the tension slowly eased out of your muscles.

It was past midnight by the time you finally headed back.

The common room was dark when you entered, the fire reduced to a faint glow that barely lit the space. The stairwells and halls leading to the dorms were even darker, shadows stretching long and quiet. Your hair was still slightly damp from the bath, pyjamas soft against your skin as you moved carefully, every step measured.

When you reached the girls’ dormitory, you slowly cracked the door open, peeking inside to make sure the girls were asleep- and that there were no boys lingering where they shouldn’t be. 

Once confirming, you relaxed just enough to step forward.

And then someone grabbed you from behind- a hand clamped over your mouth, cutting off your gasp as you were dragged backwards, your yelp muffled as your feet stumbled against the stone. Instinct screamed at you to fight-to scream, to hex, to do something- and realistically, you would have.

But you knew those calloused hands.

“Shh,” a voice murmured low against your ear.

Mattheo.

You stumbled into the Slytherin dorm room, the door clicking shut behind you with an ominous finality. The space was dark, save for the faint sliver of moonlight filtering through the heavy drapes. You could barely make out the silhouettes of the five boys, their forms blending into the shadows. 

Your heart pounded with annoyance and a spike of fear. “What the hell?! Dragging me here like some sort of kidnapping- are you mad?!” 

"Y/N, please, just listen," Draco's voice came first, low and edged with something softer than his usual arrogance. He stepped closer, though you still couldn't see his face clearly- only the outline of his hair catching the dim light.

"We're sorry," Blaise added, his voice carrying a weight of guilt. "For exposing you like that. For pushing you into saying those things. We never meant to out you to the whole group."

You crossed your arms, your annoyance bubbling over. "You think dragging me in here like this makes it better? What is this, some pureblood ambush?"

Theo's voice cut in gently, closer now, his Italian accent wrapping around the words like a caress. "No, cara. We feel awful. Pureblood, half-blood, Muggleborn- it doesn't matter. We fell in love with you. With who you are, not some stupid lineage. We'd never change that for the world."

Mattheo's rougher tone followed, laced with rare vulnerability. "Yeah, what he said. You're ours, blood be damned."

Lorenzo chimed in, his voice warm despite the shadows. "We hate that we hurt you enough to make you lash out."

Your chest tightened, the anger cracking under the sincerity you could hear in their voices. You thought back to the heated words you'd thrown in defense and heat flushed your cheeks with shame. "I... I'm sorry too," you whispered, your voice trembling. "For everything I said. It was awful, and I didn't mean it. I was just scared and angry."

"It's okay," Draco murmured, his hand finding your arm in the dark, squeezing lightly. "We get it. But we have a solution.”

You frowned, tilting your head toward the sound of him. "What do you mean?"

"We don't think you're a Muggleborn," Draco said slowly, his breath warm against your ear as he leaned in.

"What are you talking about?" you demanded, confusion sharpening your tone.

Blaise's chuckle was low and suggestive, his presence shifting nearer. "You could be a pureblood. You just need lots... and lots... of pureblood in you."

Theo's voice joined, husky with intent. "And thank God you've got five pureblood boys here to make it happen."

Realization hit you like a spell, your eyes widening in the darkness. Oh God. 

And that's how you ended up on someone's bed, your clothes gone, stripped away in a haze of heated whispers and insistent hands, leaving you naked and exposed amid the tangle of sheets. 

The five boys surrounded you- their bodies pressing in close, cocks hard and throbbing as they groped your bare skin with rough familiarity. You couldn't see much, just vague outlines and the occasional glint of pale flesh in the faint moonlight, but you felt every inch of it: fingers digging into your thighs, palms slapping your ass, thumbs circling your nipples until they peaked stiff and aching.

They knew your body well, tracing the curve of your hips, the dip of your waist, the soft swell of your breasts as if they'd claimed it a thousand times before. Theo's hand slid between your legs first, two fingers parting your slick folds, rubbing your clit in circles while he murmured in your ear, "Your little Muggle cunt is already dripping for pureblood seed. You want us to cleanse you, don't you, puttana?"

You gasped, arching into his touch, the degrading words twisting heat through your core even as shame burned your cheeks. Blaise leaned over from your other side, his thick cock dragging along your thigh, leaving a wet trail of precum. He teased the tip against your hipbone, chuckling darkly. "Look at you, all spread out like a desperate slut. Bet you didn't think your dirty mouth would get you fucked like this, huh? We're gonna fill that filthy hole until you're overflowing.”

A sharp smack landed on your inner thigh from Mattheo, the sting blooming hot and immediate, making you yelp. He grabbed your chin roughly, forcing your head toward him in the dark, his breath hot against your lips. "Shut your whining, you worthless Muggle whore. You think you can insult us and walk away clean? Nah, we're gonna breed this pathetic pussy until it's ruined for anything but pureblood cum.”

He spat directly onto your face, the warm glob hitting your cheek and sliding down. You moaned, the humiliation flooding you even as your body betrayed you, pussy clenching emptily around nothing. 

Lorenzo, your usually sweet boy, hovered near your chest, but tonight his touch carried an edge, sharper than before. His hand cupped one breast, squeezing hard enough to bruise before he pinched your nipple and twisted. "You hurt me with those words baby…now you'll take it all to make it right. it's what you deserve for being such a naughty girl."

Draco positioned himself at the head of the bed, his fingers threading through your hair to yank your head back, exposing your throat. His cock bobbed heavy and veined inches from your lips, the musky scent filling your senses. "That's it, princess, gonna start by fucking that smart mouth of yours.”

Your lips parted on a whimper, the overwhelming press of their bodies and the relentless groping- cocks rubbing insistently against you. Theo's fingers plunged deeper into your pussy now, scissoring roughly, while Blaise's hand smacked your ass again, the crack echoing in the dim room. Mattheo ground his hips forward, his shaft slapping against your collarbone, and Lorenzo's mouth latched onto your other nipple, sucking hard before biting down just enough to make you cry out.

"Please, Daddy," you breathed, the words tumbling out in the heat of it all, your voice muffled as Draco guided his cock toward your mouth. The first salty bead of precum touched your tongue.

Your lips stretched around Draco's cock as he pushed forward, the thick length sliding over your tongue with a groan rumbling from his chest. He gripped your hair tighter, guiding your head to take more, the salty taste of him flooding your mouth while the other boys' hands roamed relentlessly. 

Theo's fingers curled inside your pussy, pumping in and out with wet, obscene sounds, his thumb pressing hard on your clit to make you buck against him. "Just like that, mia puttanella. Your tight hole is begging for our seed already-gonna flood you until you're swollen with pureblood."

Blaise chuckled from behind, his cock sliding between your ass cheeks, the head nudging against your entrance teasingly without entering yet. He rocked his hips slowly, coating your skin with his leaking tip. "Eager little thing, aren't you? Spreading for us like you were made for this. We'll pump so much cum into every part of you, you'll feel it for days." 

Mattheo grabbed your hand, wrapping your fingers around his throbbing dick. He thrust into your grip roughly, his other hand pinching your nipple hard enough to make tears prick your eyes. "Stroke it good, slut," he growled, leaning down to spit onto your heaving tits. "You're nothing but a cum dump for us tonight. Every load we shoot in you is gonna mark you as pure.”

Lorenzo shifted closer, his usually gentle touch now firmer as he kneaded your other breast, rolling the nipple between his fingers before leaning in to suck it into his mouth. He bit down just hard enough to sting, then soothed it with his tongue, his voice murmuring against your skin. " Gonna fill you so full of us, you'll never doubt where you belong." 

Draco's hips snapped forward, fucking your mouth deeper, the head bumping the back of your throat until you gagged softly. "Fuck, yes- suck Daddy's cock like the good girl you are," he panted, his voice thick with that familiar edge. "Swallow every drop when I cum down your throat. It's the first step to making you ours completely."

You gagged around his thick cock, saliva dripping down your chin, but he didn't let up until he buried himself deep, groaning loudly as hot spurts of cum flooded your throat. He held you there, forcing you to swallow every drop, his release thick and endless, spilling over until it leaked from the corners of your lips. Only then did he pull out, smirking down at your dazed expression before stepping back, leaving you gasping and wiping your mouth.

Mattheo wasted no time, his dark eyes burning with a feral hunger as he shoved Blaise aside with a rough shoulder bump. "My turn to wreck this mudblood slut," he growled.

He grabbed your ankles, yanking your legs wide and dragging you toward the edge of the bed. He positioned you on your back, knees hooked over his shoulders, exposing you completely to his gaze. His cock stood rigid, veins bulging along its length, the tip already leaking precum like a promise of destruction.

Draco chuckled from the sidelines, lounging with his arms crossed. "Break her good, Riddle- make sure she knows her place." 

Blaise nodded, wiping sweat from his brow. "Yeah, fill that filthy hole till she can't walk straight." 

Their words fueled Mattheo's fire, and he slammed into your pussy without warning, the brutal thrust splitting you open. You moaned desperately, your walls stretching beautifully around his girth. He pounded relentlessly, each snap of his hips driving him deeper, his balls slapping against your ass with wet, obscene smacks.

"Fuck, you're so tight- gripping my cock like the desperate whore you are," Mattheo snarled, your body betraying you as your pussy clenched around him, juices squirting out with every vicious plunge. Tears streamed down your face, mixing with the drying cum on your cheeks, but you couldn't look away from his intense stare, the way his lips curled in sadistic satisfaction. 

He leaned forward, folding you in half, his weight crushing you into the mattress. Theo watched with hooded eyes, his own cock twitching in his hand as he stroked himself slowly. "Bellissima, -let him purge that muggle taint from you," he murmured, his Italian accent thickening with arousal.

Lorenzo shifted closer, going soft again "You're doing so well,”

Their voices washed over you, a chorus of possession that made your head spin. Mattheo's pace turned frantic, his grunts growing louder. He slapped your tits hard, the sting making them bounce and redden.

"Beg for it, slut- beg for my pure cum," he demanded, slowing just enough to tease, the head of his cock dragging against your g-spot. 

You whimpered, hips bucking involuntarily. "Please... Mattheo, fill me... purify me," you gasped, the words tumbling out in a haze of submission. He laughed darkly, then resumed his assault, fucking you harder, faster, the bed creaking under the force. Your orgasm crashed over you without mercy, your pussy spasming wildly around him, milking his shaft as you cried out, nails raking down his back.

That pushed him over the edge. "Take it all- every fucking drop!" Mattheo roared, burying himself to the hilt. His cock pulsed violently, unleashing hot cum deep inside you, flooding your womb until it overflowed, thick white streams leaking out around his base to soak the sheets. 

He ground against you, ensuring not a drop was wasted, his body shuddering with the intensity. Finally, he pulled out with a groan, a gush of his seed following, pooling between your thighs. 

Theo was already there to replace him once he pulled out, gentle hands contrasting Mattheo's roughness as he flipped you onto your side, spooning behind you. "My turn, principessa, let me make it feel good," he whispered, his breath hot against your ear. 

His cock, long and curved perfectly, nudged at your cum-filled pussy, sliding in easily amid the slickness from the others. The sensation was fuller now, their combined releases squelching with each careful thrust. Theo moved with deliberate slowness at first, one arm wrapped around your waist, fingers circling your clit to build you back up. "You’re so wet, full of us.”

Draco leaned in, tracing a finger through the cum on your thigh. "Don't go easy on her, Nott- she needs every load to be pure." 

Blaise smirked. "Yeah, drown that muggle cunt in it." 

Their taunts spurred Theo on, his hips snapping sharper but not as rough, the angle hitting deep and making you moan. He fucked you steadily, his free hand roaming to cup your breast. His lips brushed your shoulder, whispering, "Gonna fill you up, amore- make you mine inside and out."

You arched back against him, lost in the rhythm, the warmth of his body a stark contrast to  the others brutality. His thrusts grew urgent, breaths ragged, and soon he stiffened, groaning low in his throat. "Cum for me," he urged, pinching your clit just right. 

You shattered again, walls fluttering around him as he erupted, his cum mixing with the others in hot spurts that filled you further, some escaping to trickle down your legs. Theo held you close through it, kissing your damp hair. "Brava baby, taking us so well." He stayed inside you a moment longer, rocking gently before withdrawing, leaving you utterly spent and leaking from both ends.

The weight of all that cum sloshed inside you, a heavy fullness pressing low in your belly, making your stomach feel bloated and claimed.

But the night wasn't over. Lorenzo hovered at the edge of the bed, his silhouette tense in the dim light, the others circling. Draco leaned against the bedpost, a smirk twisting his lips. "Come on, mate- get her back for what she said about your mum. Make the little mudblood pay." 

Blaise chuckled darkly from the side, his voice dripping with encouragement. "Yeah, give it to her good this time. 

Mattheo crossed his arms, eyes gleaming with mischief. "Fill that sloppy cunt until she regrets every word, Enzo." 

Theo, still catching his breath nearby, added softly but with an edge, "Don’t be too soft, we know you still have some roughness in you.”

You glanced up at Lorenzo through heavy-lidded eyes, a flicker of relief cutting through the haze of overstimulation. It was just Enzo now- your sweet boy, the one who always melted under your touch, whining and whimpering when you rode him slow and teasing, begging for release with those soft, needy sounds that made your heart ache. 

How bad could it be? He'd be gentle, like always, maybe even soothe the ache with those familiar, affectionate strokes. Your body relaxed a fraction, trusting in his usual tenderness amid the chaos.

Lorenzo moved then, his hands surprisingly firm as he grasped your shoulders and flipped you onto your back with ease, positioning you to face him fully. He lowered himself close, his breath ghosting warm against your ear, lips brushing the shell as he whispered, "I'm sorry for this."

Before you could process the apology, he plunged into you- deep and unrelenting, his cock slamming home in one brutal thrust that stretched your cum-soaked walls to their limit. The sudden invasion jolted you, a sharp moan ripping from your throat as the fullness in your belly intensified, his length pressing against the liquid heat already flooding your core. 

"Fuck, look at her- taking it like the whore she is," Mattheo taunted, his laugh rough as he watched your body jolt. 

Draco nodded approvingly. "That's it, Enzo- wreck her for dragging up your pain.”

Mattheo leaned in closer, voice low and mocking. "Bet she didn't think her sweet boy had this in him, huh? Pound that dirty pussy until it's pure." 

Lorenzo's pace turned punishing at their words, his usual whimpers replaced by guttural grunts, sweat-slicked skin sliding against yours as he pinned your wrists above your head with one hand. 

The overstimulation hit like a curse as you babbled incoherently, a cock-drunk mess of pleas and nonsense, your mind fracturing under the relentless assault. "Enzo- oh god, too much, please... feels so good, don't stop... need you..." 

Words slurred together, your hips bucking up to meet him, pussy clenching greedily around his pistoning shaft, milking the slick mess inside you.

He leaned down, capturing your lips in a messy kiss before pulling back to growl against your neck, his voice breaking with uncharacteristic dominance. "Yeah, who's fucking whining now? You, you filthy slut. Feel how I ruin this muggle hole,”

 The humiliation burned hot in your veins, twisting with the pleasure as the boys' laughter echoed, but it only made you wetter, your body surrendering completely. You were lost in it, overstimulated to the point of delirium, chasing that final release like it was salvation.

"Please, Enzo-cum in me, I need it... purify me, make me yours..." you gasped, tears pricking your eyes from the intensity, nails digging into his back as another orgasm teetered on the edge. 

He whimpered then- just once, a ghost of his sweet self-before his rhythm faltered, hips stuttering as he drove in one last time, burying himself to the hilt, flooding you with thick ropes of hot cum that overflowed immediately, mixing with the others that seeped out around him, soaking your thighs and the bed further. You came hard, body arching off the mattress, squirt coming out with his final thrusts.

The boys finally eased off, giving you a moment to relax and catch your ragged breaths, your body sprawled limp across the cum-soaked sheets. The room filled with a heavy, satisfied quiet, broken only by their soft murmurs and the distant creak of the castle settling around you. 

But then Mattheo leaned over, his hand pressing firmly down on your bloated stomach, the pressure forcing a deep moan from your lips as the sheer volume of their combined cum shifted inside you. Some of it pushed out in a thick, creamy gush, trickling down your thighs and pooling beneath you.

Draco smirked from his spot nearby, watching the mess with a triumphant glint in his eyes. "There, now you're a pureblood," .

The aftercare began in gentle waves. Theo was the first to scoop you up in his strong arms, cradling you against his chest as he carried you toward the bathroom. You felt a flicker of annoyance bubble up- hours ago, you'd had a peaceful bath, only for them to drag you back into this frenzy and ruin the calm- but it faded quickly under his touch. 

His soft hands massaged your sore muscles as he lowered you into the warm water, thumbs working knots from your shoulders while he peppered kisses across your face, light and reassuring.

"We love you, cara- no matter what," Theo whispered, "Everything we said during that... it was just for the fun of it. I don't give a shit if you're muggleborn. You shouldn't either. Only care about me- about us." His jealousy peeked through then, a subtle edge in his tone as he cupped your cheek. "Who cares what the other boys think? I love you way fucking more than they ever could, no matter what blood runs in your veins."

You couldn't help but giggle softly at his babbling, the sound light and forgiving as the water soothed your aches, his words wrapping around you like a spell of comfort.

Once you were out of the bath, dried and dressed in oversized boxers and a loose shirt from one of the boys, you padded back into the room. The group had settled into a casual sprawl, everyone dressed and comfy now, chatting lowly as if the last ten minutes hadn't involved them utterly ruining you. You moved quietly toward Mattheo, wrapping your arms around him in a silent hug while the others talked.

It was your way of apologizing for what you'd said earlier, dragging up his dad like that in the heat of defense. But you didn't need words; he knew. His arms encircled you tightly, pulling you close and lifting you slightly off the ground with the force of it, a deep sigh of relief escaping him as he held you there, the tension between you melting away.

Once everyone had settled into their beds, you slipped quietly into Lorenzo's, the sheets whispering against your skin as you curled up beside him. His arms wrapped around you immediately, pulling you flush against his warm chest, his breath steady and reassuring in the quiet night.

"When could you be so rough?" you murmured, tracing a finger along his jaw, still marveling at the shift from his usual sweetness.

He chuckled softly, nuzzling into your hair. "It takes a lot of effort for me to be like that. I like being at your whim, though- my sweet, demanding girl."

You leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to his lips,  "I'm really sorry about earlier. About what I said ab-"

He shushed you with a finger to your lips, his eyes soft in the low light. "You weren't wrong. She was a horrible person, and she couldn't exactly be my full-time mother, given she was in Azkaban my whole life. But she's still my mom, and sometimes I think back to the war, when I had her for once, even if she was evil. But... deep down, I think maybe I'm even happy she's dead. Would've made my life hell with her. I think Mrs. Weasley did everyone a favor."

You just smiled, your heart aching a little for the boy who'd carried that weight so long, "I'm still sorry."

"I love you no matter what, ya?" he replied, his voice firm yet tender, echoing the group's earlier words. "Just like we all said. And I understand now why you lied. I should be apologizing instead of you- I exposed you, we made it a whole thing instead of me coming to talk to you privately."

"Well, you were all bound to find out at some point," you said, nestling closer. "But we both said mean things, and tomorrow's a new day."

He held you even tighter then, his arms fully encircling you as he dotted kisses across your face- forehead, cheeks, the tip of your nose- each one light and affectionate. You couldn't help but giggle at the barrage, the sound bubbling up soft and free in the cozy confines of his bed.