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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"No!"

"That's so unfair!"

"We didn't do anything!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"We'll see, princess."

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

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

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

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

"We wipe the floor with them, easily."

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

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

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

Ellie Williams clutches it for Gryffindor yet again!

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

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

Rookie...

ROOKIE!?

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

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

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

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

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

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

Her eyes were looking at you.

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

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

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

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

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

────────

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

⤿ e.w. :)

────────

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

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

"I'm out."

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Whatever you say, Socrates."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The Golden Snitch suddenly flashed across your field of view.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Wha—"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Suck.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Or I don’t let you come.”

She nods quickly, almost desperately.

“Got it?”

“Y-yes—please, just—”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“S’close—” she gasps, back arching.

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

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

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

“I was so close…” she whines.

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

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

“Mhm—m’a slut for you.”

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

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

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

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

She nods eagerly. “So good.”

“Take off your bra.”

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

“Don’t do that.”

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

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

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

You reach for your underwear, but she stops you.

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

You hesitate, then nod.

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

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

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

You nod.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

A desperate moan spills from the girl beneath you.

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

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

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

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

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

She squeezes her eyes shut.

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

She obeys.

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

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

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

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

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

“I’m s’close,” she gasps.

“Beg for it.”

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

“Hold it,” you command.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She grins despite herself. “Fuck you.”

“Already did.”