#devil's snare

Hi! Long time no see.

Sorry from both myself (Victoria) and Elizabeth for the super long hiatus. A long term chronic illness, work commitments and writers block were responsible.

Now House of the Dragon S3 is upon us, I really want to get back into writing as I love our little community so much on here. I'm not sure if anyone will still want to read it, but the final part of Devil's Snare will be going live this weekend. Thnak you to everyone who has ever read it or left a kind message about it. It made me so happy that you guys enjoyed it! Also would you believe I have actually spontaneously met Ewan Mitchell a few times now.

Stay tuned for more HOTD fanfics!

“You are going to make it angry!” James warns as he watches how Evan shoots gold sparks at the Devil’s Snare.

Their herbology project is perched between them on the floor of Evan's dorm. The Devil’s snare has grown immensely over the past minutes and the vines are crawling to them quickly.

“I'm trying to slow it down,” Evan defends. “I don't see you trying anything!”

“If you hadn't given it the super fertiliser this wouldn't have happened in the first place!” James protests as one of the vines wraps around his ankle, jerking off his shoe.

“Just kill it,” Evan groans, but at that exact moment, the snare wraps around both his arms and spreads them apart, his wand falling from his hand.

James tries to point his own but to no avail. One of the vines has slapped his wand away. “I think it didn't like that suggestion,” James offers as he is dragged across the floor and pushed on top of Evan with such force they almost butt heads.

“Now what?” he huffs, almost into Evan's mouth as it is so close to his. He can feel his hot breath ghost over his lips as the boy breathes out. The plant curls around them slowly, tightening its grip on James’ legs and Evan's arms, with vines bringing their torsos together.

“I think the plant is trying to tell us something,” Evan whispers with a grin.

James doesn't know why he is grinning. The situation they are in is anything but comfortable and James wants to know which deity he pissed off to be pushed so close to his crush he can feel his hardening erection against his own.

“We should–”

“Mmh,” Evan cuts him off as he ruts himself against James. “Didn’t you pay attention in class Potter? Never fight a Devil’s Snare.”

Evan’s legs wrap around James’ hips, while he budges his hips up once more to cause delicious friction James can only moan from. Evan is right. If he struggles the plant will only wrap around them and he would be lying if he tries to tell Evan he doesn’t want this. He very much does, but the boy that is now pressed tightly against him doesn’t know that.

“Evan, do you–”

“Potter, I swear if you haven’t caught on to my desire for you by now, you’re even denser than I thought,” Evan sighs before leaning forward and capturing James’ mouth with his own. James closes his eyes quickly and enjoys the sensation of Evan’s lips against hi, the thrill rushing through him as the boy kisses him thoroughly. His tongue slides over James’ bottom lip and James opens greedily, letting the Slytherin into his mouth. They bite, nip, and lick until James’s head floats with the sensation. He loses himself fully in Evan’s lips, wrenching his arms free to wrap them around the man’s shoulders while Evan clamps his feet tighter against James’ back, making them grind against each other.

“Fuck, I need these pants off,” Evan curses as the fabric between them starts to annoy him more and more. As if the Devil’s snare is listening to his wishes, James feels the plant tugging at his trousers and another vine wriggling past his hip to tug Evan’s down as well.

The two boys look at each other in confusion for a second before a grin spreads over Evan’s face and he speaks again. “I really need James to have something up his arse.”

James’ eyes widen but he doesn’t have time to prepare because the moment the words are spoken he feels a small pressure at his entrance, something that gradually gets bigger entering him and filling him more perfectly than any cock ever had.

“You–” James pants in the form of a moan, enjoying the sensation of the vine inside him pushing against his prostate, before he finds his wits long enough to give his own command. “I need Rosier to have his cock wrapped up.”

The gasp Evan lets out tells James his demand has been followed just as Evan’s was. The stale blue eyes in front of him glaze over and James copies the lazy smile Evan has on his face. “Two can play that game.”

“You’re–”

But James will never know what he is in Evan’s eyes because the Devil’s snare seems to have different ideas. Twisting his vines inside James at the same time as around Evan, making the two boys moan in earnest.

“Fucking hell,” Evan mutters, grabbing James’ attention. His arms are still spread and James takes the opportunity to lap his tongue over Evan’s neck and ear before he speaks another command.

“I need his cock in my hand,” James mutters but it’s loud enough for the plant to hear because the vines leave Evan and James gets the free range to wrap his hand around his own and Evan’s cock, pumping them with vigour while being fucked by the plant from behind.

They kiss, more like gasping into each other’s mouths, while the sensations around them build and James can feel the knot of nerves in his spine forming. His cock is fattening in his hand and when he hears Evan let out a soft ‘please, Potter’ he knows he won’t hold on for much longer.

“I- nghh, I’m going to–” Evan tells him but James can only nod, pushing his body impossibly closer to the man.

“Yeah, me too,” James groans, feeling his orgasm wash over him as tugs at their cock a final few times. “Fuck, Rosier.”

Evan comes from the sound of his name on James’ tongue and James’ hand gets coated in white. The second Evan’s orgasm is done the two men feel the vines shrivel and they are set free, the plant laying dormant beside them.

James looks from the plat to Evan and back. “They that thing just force us to confess our feelings?”

“I haven’t heard you confessing anything, James,” Evan says softly and James looks back at the boy who still lays under him, half naked and spend. He smiles and leans down to kiss Evan softly.

“I’m mad about you, Evan Rosier,” James confesses with the bravery of a true Gryffindor. “Be mine?”

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Kicking today off with a Dead Dove featuring Severus Snape x Neville Longbottom and the prompt: Devil's Snare. Mind the tags, and subscribe for daily updates!

I think that my favorite part of the Sorcerer’s Stone is that each faculty member was given a task to protect the stone. And since the Stone was taken out of the vault specifically that year (because it was in its own vault for who knows how long before that), that means that every professor was given the task by Dumbledore in order to protect it. Like he literally told his Staff, probably in separate rooms because Snape had a hard time getting past Fluffy--

Dumbledore: I’ma need you to make this shit hard as possible. Staff: I got you.

So Hagrid chose the biggest, freakin’ animal that you could put in the school. Madame Hooch used Flying, while Professor Flitwick enchanted several keys to fly in the air. McGonagall used Wizard Chess (like damn, girl, you scary). Professor Sprout installed Devil’s Snare (damn girl, you scary too). And I wished that they had featured Snape’s task in the movie, too, because his task was about choosing the right (and god forbid, the wrong) potion in order to move on to the task. And Quirrell’s service to the Sorcerer’s stone was to use a troll. Then Dumbledore went ahead and stuck that Mirror of Erised in there like This bitch just went through all these fucking tasks just to stare at himself wanting it like mad. 

📖 Hana Rhee studying

She likes to write notes (sometimes random) in the margins of her books. This note is from her charms text, found near the instructions for casting a Wand-Lighting Charm: