#fifi-writes

Angelina, Hermione, Ginny and yourself were in your favorite little spot in the library. A very secluded area, where you could study, sneak in some food, talk, without prying eyes or ears.

Although in that afternoon, you were not very much enjoying the topic of choice. Boys. Too shy to come clean about your little crush, you would much rather gossip or even focus on the charms essay due next week than engage in the conversation. But the girls were not having it.

"Yeah, even Hermione admitted to being completely, head over heels, in love with Ron." Angelina teased.

"Hey!" The girl blushed and looked away for a second, but curiosity got the best of her and she gave in to the argument. "She's right tho, you're the only one left."

"I just don't think of any guy here like that."

"In this castle full of boys, you expect me to believe not even a single one of them is your type?" Ginny said.

"Unless you're into girls."

"I'm not." You laughed at Angelina's curious expression. "I like men."

"Then name one you would" Hermione stopped herself mid sentence, suddenly a bit shy, "...you know."

"Fuck?" Angelina completed her thought and they all laughed, Hermione also shushing her and looking around to make sure they were alone.

"Alright." You took a deep breath and tried to sound as nonchalant as you possibly could. "I guess Fred is kind of cute."

"Aw dude, are you serious?" Ginny's disappointment was so clear in her face that the three other girls bursted out laughing.

"Shhh, guys, I don't wanna get kicked out." Hermioned said between giggles.

"Sorry, babe, but this was too good not to laugh at." Angelina responded, still chuckling.

"Too good? All my friends wanna fuck my brothers."

And you all fell into laughter again.

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It had been a week since Fred discovered that spot of yours to hang out. Whenever you and the girls disappeared from his sight, he would get anxious, wondering where you might be.

Until the day he was looking for a potions book, but found something far better: you.

He managed to hide in the corridor next to the one where the group of girls would sit on the floor and chit chat. Usually he took no interest in the conversations you would have. But not that day. Throughout the whole week he listened to each silly subject the girls brought up, only paying attention to the sound of your angelic voice when you made a comment. That day it was different. Once the tables turned from homework to guys you fancied, Fred felt his heart skip a beat.

He was nervous, his palms becoming sweaty as each of the girls rambled about one boy after the other. He barely listened to the guys his sister brought up, nor to the mentions of his brothers. What mattered most to him was what you were going to say. He was so afraid of hearing another man's name fall out of your pretty lips; so afraid you would confess to feeling attracted to someone else.

But he was also infatuated with the possibility of his name being the one in your mind. You quietly listened to what your friends had to say, too scared to say something yourself, Fred saw that in your expression as he tried to eye your figure from the place where he was hiding. Just thinking about it, being him the person you kept yourself from mentioning, made his trousers feel a bit too tight. His hand travelled down to his growing bulge, but he didn't move it, he didn't want to risk not hearing you.

Your silence allowed his imagination to run wild. Maybe this whole thing got her thinking about how good I would fuck her, and she's afraid of sharing those filthy thoughts. He stroked his cock once, over the fabric of his clothes. Or perhaps she's so lost in the desire of getting filled up with my cum, she didn't even notice how quiet she's been... oh fuck... He did it again and had to hold back a moan.

Fred knew he shouldn’t, but it was as if he had no control over his actions. His hand slipped past his boxers and he stroked his dick, trying so hard to imagine it was you doing it.

Has she ever had a wet dream with me? He wondered. She would wake up sweaty and out of breath. Her panties are completely damp, but it's not because of the sweat, it's arousal. I bet she would be embarrassed, looking around the dorm to see if the other girls are sleeping, before she goes under the covers and... He gasps quietly, his hands going a bit faster now. And she lets her hand touch her dripping cunt... He bites his lip to stop himself from cursing. Her sweet fingers would tease her clit and she wouldn't be able to stop a moan of my name from coming out.

"Alright." When the word left your mouth he slowed down his movement, focusing on the head of his member. It was almost painful the way he teased his tip, trying to pay attention to what you were about to say. He even held his breath, that and the expectation making him even more sensitive. "I guess Fred is kind of cute."

Fred was really thankful for the loud laughter of the group that followed your confession, because the minute he heard your sugary voice saying his name, it was too much. He came in his hand with a low grunt.

He didn't listen to anything said after that. He didn't move or took his hand off of his trousers. He was in shock. As much as he wanted that outcome, it felt unreal now that it happened. He had imagined how you would sound saying you fancied him, what words you would choose and what exactly would be the look on your face. But none of it compared to the reality of it all.

You, such a perfect picture of beauty, intelligence, kindness. The most incredible, endearing and angelical woman he had ever set his eyes upon, out of all people, wanted him.

Fred waited until you all had left to pick himself up from his spot on the floor and attempt to use some spells and his robes to hide the stain in his pants. He did a good job, it wasn't too noticeable, but deep down he didn't care. There was something, or rather someone, much more important in his mind.

I had just returned to my room and was anxiously organizing the mess in there, trying to get my mind out of the events of the last class of the day. Teaching Defense Against the Dark Arts had been fairly easy, I enjoyed the subject and got along well with my students. But she was making it a little harder. I could feel her eyes on me; which was expected, all students were supposed to be looking at me as I explained whatever creature was in for the day; only her stare was filled with something else. Something that, although I couldn't fully comprehend, I deeply wished it to be lust.

That particular day she was very fidgety. Moving around, playing with her parchment, dropping her quill. I had mastered a way of paying attention to her without anyone noticing. I knew it was wrong, but maybe that only made it all more enticing. When I did allow myself to take a glance, I hoped she would be bent over to grab something off the floor; or be sitting with her arms crossed, gently squeezing her breasts together underneath the thin fabric of her uniform shirt. I got lucky with those views multiple times on that warm Friday afternoon.

By the end of the class the students were leaving, but Y/N was behind. As messy as she had been during the lecture, it was no surprise she was having a hard time stuffing her belongings into a bag.

"Do you need any help, Miss Y/L/N?" I offered, even though I wanted for her to struggle a little longer, just so I could watch her.

"Oh, it's okay." She chuckled, blushing slightly. "I'm sorry to be taking your time, I'm sure you just want to lock the classroom and head to your quarters."

"No need to apologise." I walked over to the girl as she placed one last item in her bag.

"I think this was all." She pulled it to her shoulder, but before she could leave I pointed out a quill on the floor.

"Is that not yours?"

"Yes! It is." She let out another nervous chuckle and I allowed myself to believe she was flustered because she felt attracted to me.

We both sank down to our knees to get the quill. Her hand brushed mine and she pulled it away quickly, but neither of us got up instantly, we stayed in that position, looking deep into each other's eyes. I had to fight the desire to look down to her chest. I wondered what color her bra could be, being this close and in this position I would probably be able to tell. But I stopped myself from checking. Unfortunately, instead I found my eyes dropping to her lips. Plump and beautiful. Maybe it's not even a second, but it feels like eternity before she stands. I follow suit and hand her the object.

"Thank you, professor."

That last sentence kept replaying in my head as I moved piles of books from my desk to the floor with hopes of organizing them into the bookshelf on the corner of my room. It played in my head as I heard a knock on the door. Part of me secretly hoped it would be her. I thought of all the things I would do if Y/N was standing right outside my door. I couldn't decide if I wanted my fantasies to be slow and loving or fast and rough, full of desperation for each other. Before I could do so, there was another knock and I pulled myself back to reality rushing to the door.

And there she was. I blinked a few times before responding to her joyful "hello", scared it might be just my imagination running too wild.

"Hello." I said, eyeing her up and down. Y/N was still in her uniform and she held a book to her chest.

"Professor..." She seemed nervous. Even more than previously. "I think I might need some help with this paper you assigned us..."

"For next week? The one on Goblins?"

"Precisely. I'm afraid I didn't quite understand what we need to be writing on them."

"I spoke about this activity last class and gave the instructions once again today, miss Y/L/N."

"I know, I'm sorry, professor, I suppose I wasn't paying as much attention as I should." She almost whined giving her response.

"You did seem a little distracted today." I said with a low voice. Fuck don't think about how she looked while absentmindedly biting her lip. "A lot on your mind?" She bit her lip with my question, as if she could read my mind.

"I suppose you could say that." We stood there in silence, analysing each other. I wondered if she was blushing because this was an awkward situation for her, just a student wanting some help with homework. But perhaps there was a tiny chance her motives were far from academic. I decided to take a leap of faith, letting my craving for the girl in front of me speak louder than my reason.

"Are you really here to ask me about the assignment?" After a couple of seconds she shook her head no. "But you do have something clouding those thoughts, something to do with me?" She nodded slowly, her chest heaving up and down. "Would you care to tell me what?"

"Can I..." She took a deep breath. "Can I show you, professor?" I felt the need to take her right then and there, more than ever before. For a moment I was afraid of answering. Afraid that my voice would falter from the pure lust I had in me.

"Please do."

She gently placed her hand on my cheek. It was soft and tiny. I wanted to close my eyes, to dwell on the feeling of it against my skin. But then she gave me something else to linger on. She kissed me. Getting on her tiptoes, she crashed her lips on mine. It was delicate, smooth. I felt the urge to pull her closer by the waist, but it was so tender, so innocent, that I held back. Y/N ran away as soon as we disconnected our lips. It lasted less than a minute, but it made me helpless for her.

Now I have much more than just a kiss to think about when I'm all alone, or at dinner when I take no interest in the conversations around me, or even when I'm teaching a class full of eager students. After quite some time of meeting her in the utmost secrecy, I can let my mind wander to all the nights she allowed me go down on her sweet cunt, or to restlessly fuck her stupid. Nights much like this one.

Y/N had my shirt on as she walked up to the trunk by the end of my bed.

"I saw the other day that you have some whiskey in here." She opened it up and smirked at me, pulling out the bottle. "Do you care for it?" I was lazily lying on the bed, still bare, observing her stunning form.

"A young girl like you shouldn't drink that." She flicked the cap open and sat next to me on the edge of the bed.

"I'm not just a girl." Y/N took a sip, scrunching her face with the taste. "I'm a woman." She said, placing a kiss to my lips.

"As long as you promise to always be my girl." I kissed her deeply. Before I could do more, she pulled away, glancing at the record player on my desk, that softly hummed a tune from the fifties that just added to our loving atmosphere.

"Can I change the song?"

"Of course."

She ran her hand through my records and picked one without allowing me to see it. I sighed, having a perfect view of her back, as she bent down to place the needle on the right track.

*Girl, You'll Be a Woman Soon - Urge Overkill*

Girl

I chuckled, immediately recognising the song. Her hips rocked from side to side in sync with the rhythm.

You'll be a woman soon.

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She mouthed the words, swaying seductively and staring into my eyes. I watched in awe as she walked to the other side of the bed, crawling on top of it. Y/N positioned herself in between my legs, making her way up to me. Her mouth hovered over mine and she swerved when I tried to kiss her, chuckling at my frustrated groan. Until I took a hold of her and spun her body around, pinning her down to the mattress, a devious smile on my face. She gasped out of surprise but soon was giggling as I placed quick pecks along her collarbone and neck. It's the sweetest sound I've ever heard. Everytime I listen to her laughter I just want for it to never cease. Well, that is unless I feel like replacing it with her moans and whimpers of my name. Oh what lovely sounds she makes.

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Entering the room and closing the door, the first thing you noticed was the beautiful mosaic on the glass windows. You were so astonished by it that you paid no mind to the tub that was already filled with water and bubbles, nor to the golden egg set on its edge.

You undressed quickly, under your robes you had a bikini that you planned on taking off once you got into the tub, but before you could do so, a boy emerged from the water.

“HOLY FUCK!” You screamed loudly and thought about running to get your things and leave. Then you recognised him. “Cedric?!” He ran a hand across his face and shook his head, the wet curls of his hair dripping like tears back into the tub.

“Y/N?” The boy babbled, just as confused as yourself.

“Merlin! You almost gave me a heart attack.” You said in a playful tone.

“Well, I can say the same.” Cedric chuckled. “I wasn’t really expecting any company; still trying to figure out this egg, you see…”

“Weren’t you here yesterday to do that?” You questioned, trying to play it cool to make the situation less awkward.

“Yes, but I had no success. Hence why I was almost drowning myself here.” He laughed at his own joke and you mimicked the action, mostly out of nervousness.

You let your eyes wander to his strong shoulders peeking out of the bubbles. Cedric had some scratches and bruises here and there, from what you could see. Probably from fighting a goddamn dragon just the other day, you thought, mindlessly biting down your lip.

Your mind shutted off for what was nothing more than a few seconds, but when it came back, you felt his eyes on you. Cedric looked you up and down, and you couldn’t help crossing your arms in front of yourself, now much more aware of your exposed skin. Maybe I should put my robes back on…

“Hm… I’ll...leave you to it then… Bye.” You turned around to go, but Cedric called you.

“Y/N, wait!” You looked back at him, a little uncertain of what he was gonna do next. “Perhaps you could help me?”

You froze on your spot. His voice was soft, it was almost a plea, like he was embarrassed to ask. Your gaze was set on his puppy eyes. He did appear to be stressed out, the boy seemed like he could use a little help.

“Okay, sure.” You didn’t know what you were doing, but your body had a will of its own. You approached the tub, slowly getting in. His eyes never leaving your figure. The water was warm and you couldn’t hold back a smile from the bubbles touching your skin.

You sat next to Cedric near the edge and allowed yourself to relax a bit. Then your mind went somewhere you didn’t intend to. What if he’s naked?? I mean, he could be, people are usually completely undressed when they take a bath. But then again, he did invite me in here, I don’t think he would do that if he wasn’t wearing anything...

“You wanna take a look?”

“What?” You gasped in shock with the question, but then realized he was talking about the huge golden dragon egg in his hands. “Yes. Yes, I do.” Shit, I hope he didn’t notice that. He put it in your hand and you almost dropped it, not expecting its weight. “Wow, I didn’t know it was this heavy.”

“Heavy and loud.” Cedric opened it, the deafening sound immediately filled the room.

This time, startled by the squeal, you did drop it. The egg sunked to the bottom of the tub.

“Oh my, I’m sorry!”

“It’s fine, don’t worry.” He guaranteed. “It’s pretty strong, I guess. But look.”

“What?”

“It stopped.”

“The sound… It stopped completely. And it’s still open.” You pointed out the egg deep under the water. It was shining, now without the unsettling scream, you could see how beautiful it was inside.

“Wait, I’ll get it.” Cedric said and dived in to pick it up. He came back up after a second. “Wow! You gotta check this out!” He immersed himself back in and you took a deep breath before doing the same.

"Come seek us where our voices sound

We cannot sing above the ground

An hour long you will have to look

To recover what we took"

The voice was so beautiful that you almost forgot about your surroundings. You just wanted to admire the shining egg and the lovely singing.

The two of you came back up for air and Cedric let out an amused chuckle.

“That’s it! This song is the tip for the next challenge.” He smiled from ear to ear, setting the egg aside. “Merlin! I’m so glad we figured it out! Now we need to go over the words and find out exactly what it means, but the hard part is past us!”

Us. The way he talked about it like you two unveiled the mystery behind the egg made your heart melt. He had always been the sweetest boy. Seeing him all excited was not a new thing for you, but there seemed to be a new light to it. You couldn’t tell what, but something switched in the way you perceived Cedric.

“Thank you so much! I’m really grateful, Y/N!”

“Ced, come on, no need to thank me. I did nothing but clumsily drop the egg.”

“But that’s exactly what took me to the answer I’ve been seeking!” He took your hands in his and looked deeply into your eyes. “Seriously, I couldn’t have done it without you.”

“I was just lucky! My silly mistake could have ruined it.”

“But it didn’t!” You two were laughing at each argument thrown out. It had become somewhat of a playful fight rather than actually trying to convince each other of anything.

“But it could have! Turns out I’m not as strong as the dragon slayer, Cedric Diggory.” He threw his head back with laughter.

“Maybe not, but you can’t deny that, as incredibly strong and intelligent as I am, I still couldn’t figure out the egg without you.”

“You would have done it eventually, you golden boy.” His grip on your wrists tightened at the pet name and he pulled your body closer to his.

“If you don’t take credit for helping,” his voice was lower, he was still teasing, but it felt like there was a new shade to it, “I’m gonna have to…” He stopped himself, an unsure look on his face as he glanced at the water.

“What?” You said in a provocative tone, much like his, coming closer. “Brave enough to fight a dragon, but not brave enough to look me in the eye?” You chased his gaze with your head, since you were unable to move your arms to pull his face in your direction.

“Stop or-”

“Or what?” You cut him off with a smirk. When he did look at you, there was a spark to Cedric’s eyes, a fiery…lust maybe? You couldn’t tell, but you were so deep into character to break things off. “What are you gonna do about it, Diggory?”

“This.”

He pulled you in one more time, now even closer, and pressed his lips to yours.

You kissed back immediately. It was rather contained at first, like neither of you knew what you were doing. Cedric was such a beautiful boy, that was undeniable. You always thought of him as an attractive person, but you never actually considered anything with him.

Cedric on the other hand, had thought of you like that before. And not only once, actually more times than he would like to admit. When you would laugh at his jokes, or absentmindedly take his arm on yours to walk to class, or even when you just smiled proudly at him after a good Quidditch game. He couldn’t believe his eyes when you walked into the bathroom that night. Even now, feeling your lips against his, it still felt like one more of his daydreams.

Your heart was beating so fast. You felt Cedric was uncertain, like he wasn’t fully sure if you wanted that. But you did want it. You wanted him. More than ever. It was like he opened your eyes for something so obvious, and yet you had never noticed it before. So you allowed yourself to show him that, pulling him closer by wrapping your arms around his shoulders.

Cedric’s hands flew to your waist, deepening the kiss. You couldn’t help a moan as he did so, tightening his grip on your skin. He stopped for a second to give you a cocky smirk.

“Wow, I knew I was a good kisser, but this…” he teased.

“Shut up, Diggory.” You chuckled and took his face in your hands and connected your lips together again.

You let your hands slide to his neck, gripping on his hair. It was his time to groan into your mouth. His grip also shifted a little bit, now much softer as he touched your hips, playing with the strings of your bikini. Your hands sliding down again, now roaming his muscular chest.

He broke the kiss, only to attach his mouth to your neck. Leaving a trail of kisses there and across your collarbone. Your hands trailed further down, reaching the elastic of his swimming trunk.

The effect he had on you was fogging your mind. Once again it was like you had no rational control over your actions. Your body was moving solely on the desire you felt. That’s exactly why you touched his growing hard on, gasping at the contact and pulling a shiver from Cedric.

“Y/N…” He grabbed your wrist, keeping your hand from moving. “What are you doing?” He was short of breath, you could see it in his eyes that he wanted it as much as yourself.

“What?” Your tone was teasing and it made Cedric’s grip tighten. “You don’t want this?”

“I…” he mumbled, “of course I want it.”

“So let me.” You stroked his shaft, still trapped inside the fabric.

“Shit…” He let out. “Are you sure?”

You only nodded, pulling his dick out of where it was trapped. You looked deep into his eyes as you started pumping him.

His hands make their way up on your body, stopping under your breasts.

“Touch ‘em, Ced.”

He doesn’t need to be told twice. He feels you up through your bikini, only to put it to the side a second later, lightly pinching your nipples. You moan at the feeling and grips him stronger.

Cedric can’t stop a groan. He leans down and takes your tit into his mouth, massaging the other with his hand. Your pace jerking him off falters a bit with the pleasure he sends through your body.

“Ced…” You whimpered.

“What, kitten? You like this?” He didn’t stop what he was doing, but glanced up to check for your reactions. Your eyes were screwed shut and you nodded your head.

“I like it, yes.” Your words encourage him, switching to your other breast.

You run your thumb over his tip and Cedric bucks his hips up into your hand.

“Fuck…” He says under his breath. You smile at the reactions you’re pulling from the boy. But then he stops you. “Wait, stop.” He takes your hand off of him.

“Why?” You started feeling a little insecure. “Did I do something wrong?”

“No!” Cedric eagerly responds. “Merlin, no!” He pulls you into a kiss. “But I want to finish inside you.”

His words go straight to your core. He pulls your body closer to his and you can feel his boner against your stomach.

“Do you want that?” You nod at the question, still a bit nervous. “You don’t seem so sure, princess. Words, please.”

“Yes. Yes, Ced, I want it.” You can’t help the whiny, desperate tone of your voice. Once you admit it, more to yourself than to him, it is almost impossible to hold back the need for the boy in front of you. “I want nothing more than to have you inside of me.”

Cedric sits back and guides you to sit on his lap. You shiver from anticipation. He pulls your bikini bottoms away and places a finger on your folds, running it there. You kiss him to keep a moan from falling from your lips. He inserts that finger into you and you hold him tighter.

“Ced…” You breathe out.

He bobs it in and out slowly, making you grow more and more aroused.

“Just getting you ready, bunny.” You throw your head back at his words and at the sensations that his hand on your clit is sending.

You grab his dick and look him in the eye, like a silent request.

“Already?”

“Yes, please.” Cedric takes his finger out of you and you position his member on your entrance. “Can I?” He nods, biting his lip with the feeling of his tip going inside of you.

He guides your hips and you sink down. He fills you up so good, and you let out a high pitched moan.

“Fuck..”

“I’ll start moving now, okay?” He asks after a moment and begins to grind up.

Only a couple of thrusts are enough for you to adjust to his size and move to meet his movements. You bounce on him, keeping somewhat of a rhythm. It’s almost hypnotizing.

Cedric wants to see the point where your bodies meet so perfectly, but he can’t seem to stop looking deep into your eyes. Only when you screw them shut, he does it. He looks down. The view makes him whimper and his dick twitches.

“So good, you feel so good around me.”

“All for you, Ced.” Your tights burn a little from the effort, but you couldn’t stop yourself if you wanted to. “You’re making me feel so- fuck!” You’re a moaning mess at this point, interrupting your own line of thinking. Cedric presses his thumb against your clit, seeing how you’re approaching your orgasm. He has to use every ounce of self control inside of himself not to cum from sounds you’re making.

“Feel what, baby? Tell me, how do I make you feel.”

“Fucking amazing, Ced.” You kiss him sloppily. “You’re my golden boy.”

The praise goes straight to cock. He can’t hold it anymore, coming with no warning. His eyes closed and his head was thrown back with the bliss he felt.

“Shit, I’m..I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be.” You reassure him immediately. “It was hot.”

“Your turn now.”

He attaches his mouth to your neck, using one hand to hold your breast and the other to brush on your sensitive bud. The stimulation is too good. You bite your lip as hard as you can. You’re close and you know it, but you’re holding back. Cedric can tell and demands it.

“Let go, kitten.” His tone is sweet, but you can sense the dominance in it. “Right now, cum for me, now.”

And you do so. Finally letting go. You throw your head back and chant his name. To Cedric, it sounds more delightful and angelical than the singing of the sirens could ever be.

You collapse into his arms, hiding your face in his neck. Almost embarrassed for how you had screamed for him. Ced lets out a chuckle, amused by your manners.

“Princess, let me see your face.” You pull yourself up, kinda shyly staring back at him. “So beautiful.”

“So are you. And I…” You considered whether you should say it. What the hell, he’s still inside of me, I guess I can open up. “I never really noticed it. Not like this I meant. Now it has sort of hit me like a truck.” You chuckled slightly.

“Well, I noticed how hot you were from the get go. But I’m glad you’re now coming to your senses and realizing I’m absurdly attractive.” He said.

“Shut up, Diggory!” You smacked his arm and laughed with him, admiring the smug grin splattered across his face.

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- At the beginning you were quite shy in those moments, getting nervous about what you would be doing, about what his expectations would be

- However that sentiment soon faded once you realised how Neil would never push you to do anything you didn't feel comfortable with

- You guys started off slowly, both being inexperienced discovering what you liked together was like a fun little game

- For quite some time everything was kept pretty vanilla

- Neil was totally okay with that, just having you in any way meant the world to him, but deep down he did think of some things he would like to incorporate in the bedroom

- But again, he loved what you two had and didn't want to mess it up

- Specially knowing that, even though you guys already had an active sex life, doing so much as to hold your waist in public would make you blush

- It was definitely a big surprise for the boy when you hit him with a request one night

- "Neil, I want to ask you something." You said in between his gentle kisses, which usually initiated a series of events that lead you to sweet and loving sex

- "Yes, darling, what is it?" He stopped, sensing the nervousness in your voice

- "I think... I think I want you to be a little rough on me." Your words almost got stuck in your throat, the last thing you wanted to do was make Neil think you were not satisfied with him

- While the boy sat there, processing your request, eyes shining from excitement

- His lack of response made you feel unsure if he understood and you further explained

- "I want you to, you know, dominate me."

- He didn't need nothing else to be said, all he needed at that moment was to get you out of your clothes

- And that he did

- After making sure you were okay with this and that he really could do as he pleased with you, Neil didn't hold back

- Because he doesn't have much control over a bunch of parts of his life, being completely in control in the bedroom was almost euphoric to him

- You gladly obeyed his every command that night, you moaned loudly at every dirty word he sent your way, you let him flip you around and fuck you in new positions, you screamed his name just like he told you to

- He made you cum harder than you ever had

- Laying next to him on your stomach, still trying to catch your breath, you couldn’t even bring yourself to speak

- Neil drew circles on your back, soothing you

- That became a must every time the two of you had sex

- The more you incorporated this new dynamic to your life, the further he pushed you

- And you loved it

- He did get a little worried that you could get into a subspace, so he was extra loving afterwards

- Again, you loved it; the contrast between that and the possessive, rough way he was treating you minutes before never failed to amaze you

- This twist also made the couple more adventurous

- Neil always has something in mind and you are always down to his suggestions

- Or should you say, his orders

- He wants to be 100% sure you’re on board and everything is completely consensual

- But he knows how to play the part

- Making you feel like there is no other option but to render yourself his after nothing but a mischievous glance from your boyfriend

- With that demanding expression, cause sometimes words aren’t even necessary, you two explored many things you had never even considered

- One of your favorite discoveries was semi-public sex, the risk was thrilling, it offered an adrenaline rush the both of you grew fond of

- You may or may not almost have been caught when Neil talked you into a quickie behind the stage when you went to watch his rehearsal

- He may or may not have taken your neck into his hand and squeezed just enough to make your legs tremble, as he whispered how you would be very quiet or else

- But that’s a story for another day

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We were at my dorm, books and notes sprawled on my bed, desperately trying to understand all the subjects that we would find in our DADA exam the following day. As important as that was, I couldn't stop getting distracted by her. The way she swirled the candy in her mouth, eventually taking it off with a pop, only to give it sweet kitten licks; it was driving me insane.

"Cedric!" Y/N nearly shouted. "Are you listening to me?” Fuck. I've been staring.

"Sure am." I lied.

"Okay, so this part is very confusing..."

She began explaining, pointing out some paragraphs in her book, but I paid them no mind. How could I look at an old sad and sepia page when her lips were glistening red from the lollipop she now had in her hand, but that I knew soon would find its way back into her mouth?

All of a sudden she stops talking and looks me dead in the eye. Shit, maybe I should keep my eyes on the book. Hopefully she'll think I just zoned out. And so I did, pulling my legs closer to my chest.

But then she dropped the book. I was too nervous to look up, especially when I realized she was getting on all fours and crawling up to me, taking my face in her hand.

"Diggory." She called me incesively and I finally averted my gaze from the book laying on my sheets.

"Hm?" Was all I pathetically answered.

"We have a test tomorrow and you're literally sleeping with your eyes wide open instead of studying." She chuckled at my state.

"I'm sorry, I'm a bit... distracted." Not a lie. Not the entire truth either, but she didn't ask so...

"What's distracting you?" Fuck. Great. She asked, now what? Might as well tell her, 'oh I got distracted by your beautiful plump lips, got too in my head imagining how they would feel around my cock'.

"It was nothing. So, hm, can you show me that part again? I think I kinda get it..."

"Oh come on!" She let go of my face and sat in front of me, placing a hand on my knee to get my attention. It was definitely absentmindedly, but it sent a chill up my spine. "I'm too curious for all this mystery, Ced. Tell me!"

"It's nothing, Y/N."

"If you tell me I might be able to help." I stopped for a second, knowing damn well she could help me with my distraction.

"No, forget it, it's stupid. Nothing to tell you here." I picked up a random book, trying to ease my nerves, that were only harder to ignore when she pressed herself against my legs.

"Hey, if it's stupid, it's gotta be something, right?" She batted her eyelashes at me, excited for an answer. So perhaps I should give her one, I thought.

"Okay..." No, wait, I shouldn't. She won't like to hear the truth. This isn't one of my fantasies, those that I indulge myself into, late nights, after a whole day of craving her touch. "I was..." Fuck, I really should just shut up. She'll be so uncomfortable, I'm her friend. "I was really distracted by your.. lollipop."

"Oh." She mumbled, letting go of me and staring at the candy she still held between her fingers. "Was I being too loud? I bet it was disgusting, right? I'm sorry." She babbled nervously and I quickly stopped her.

"No! No. Hm.. That was not the problem."

"Okay... What was it then?" She braced herself on my knees again and I had to hold back a groan feeling her breasts touching my legs, even with the layers of clothing. "Do you want a taste?"

I felt my heart sinking in my chest. It was an innocent question. I could see it in her eyes that Y/N had no second intentions, she didn't mean anything dirty. But that's how it sounded to me. She was just offering to share the lollipop, and still my mind made the question seem like an attempt to tease me, to get me even harder in my pants.

"No." I thought I would end it there. Maybe I should have. But I didn't. "Not a taste of the lollipop."

Her face changed. She didn't move a muscle, nor did she say a word. She blankly stared at me. I immediately regretted it. Fucking stupid. You've ruined your friendship. She's probably rocking her mind trying to think of a way to leave as fast as she can. She opened her mouth to speak but soon closed it again. I was internally cursing at myself for my stupidity, when her voice finally came, low but steady.

"Can I kiss you?" She asked in between long breaths.

"What?" I felt dizzy. Did she just...?

"Can I kiss you, Ced?" She repeated her request, now even more sure of her words.

There was a buzz in my ears. You know when in movies a bomb explodes and the main character slowly gets off the ground with a lost expression as a high pitched shriek echoes through the cinema? That's how I felt. But that sensation soon vanished when she connected our lips in a shy kiss.

It was sweet. The taste, I mean. Strawberry. It began as a tender action, nothing but a peck. But it escalated. Hell, it really did. Soon I was on top of her. She pulled me closer with her legs as I let my hands explore her body. Once I reached her bare tights, Y/N whimpered in a way that made me want to fuck her stupid.

“I’m sorry.” I said, breaking the kiss for a moment. “Is this too much?”

“Not at all.” She kissed me deeply.

“Are you..” I broke the kiss again, but Y/N took that as a chance to move onto my neck and I struggled to speak. “Are you sure?”

“To be honest... I don’t think this is enough.”

“What do you mean?” I probably had a puzzled expression, cause she giggled and held my face running her thumb on my cheeks soothingly.

“I want more, Ced.” Her breathy voice and trembling lips were the indicators I needed to read into her answer. She wanted me. And as much as I wanted her.

So I let the desire consume me. I allowed it to take control.

“Can I…?” Before I could ask, she was nodding for me to go ahead and pull her skirt off. She unbuttoned her shirt, lustful gaze set upon me, as I lowered myself to place soft kisses on her tights.

“Shit…” She threw her head back when I licked a stripe up her clothed cunt. Seeing pleasure washing over her from so little made me pull her underwear to the side and dive in with so much hunger.

“Do you like this?” I asked, knowing I wouldn’t get an answer right away, since she was already a moaning mess. “Do you want me to fuck you with my fingers?”

“Yes!” She let out in a huff. “Yes, please, yes.” Her hands found her breasts, and she took her bra off to play with them as I teased her entrance with my tongue before sliding a finger in.

“No, don’t stop that, love.” I demanded when she let go of her breasts with a gasp to hold onto the sheets. “Play with your tits for me. Can you do that?”

“Uhum…” She quietly agreed, trying to bite back her sweet sounds. I kept on sucking on her clit as I fingered her, and she babbled a few profanities followed by my name. “Ced! Please…”

“Please what, petal? What do you need?”

“I…” She blushed, not knowing how to ask.

“Come on, don’t shy away from me.” I said between kisses to her core that made her legs tremble. “Tell me what you need and I’ll give it to you.”

“Your cock. Cedric I need you inside of me.”

I didn’t need to be told twice. Getting rid of my pants and underwear as fast as possible, I braced myself on top of her and stared deep in her eyes before letting my tip graze her entrance.

“Are you sure about this, baby?”

“Abso-fucking-lutely.”

I couldn’t keep my own grunts from spilling out as I entered her. My thrusts were messy and sloppy at first, being nervous about coming right away, but once I found a rhythm it was easy to get Iost at the feeling of her velvety walls squeezing me and enjoy the view. And what a view. Her tits bouncing slightly with each thrust was hypnotizing. Even more than that, her voice. Each moan was laced with a desperation I could never have, even in my brightest dreams, predicted. She badly wanted to cum, I could tell.

“Ced…” She whined.

“What baby? Tell me how I make you feel.”

“Good…” She was on the verge of tears as the words left her mouth with sinful moans. “So good…”

“You wanna cum, love?”

“Yes! Please!” She beautifully cried out. “Please, Cedric!”

Seeing her so desperate and vulnerable was so hot, I had to use everything in me not to cum. I almost wanted not to give her what she craved, just to see her ruined with the desire. But seeing her reach her high was far more interesting, so I moved my hand to her clit, drawing more loud sounds from her angelical mouth.

My moans mixed with her whimpers, the sound of our skin slapping together only adding to the symphony we were creating.

“Fuck.. You feel so, so good, baby.” I managed to say between grunts.

Then her body began quivering underneath me. Y/N threw her head back and let out a guttural moan. Her cunt tightening around my cock made me pull out just in time to coat her tummy with my load.

I fell on my back next to her after throwing some books onto the floor to make some room.

“Shit.” I murmured, closing my eyes and trying to catch my breath.

“Hey.” She called me, also still a bit out of breath.

“Yeah?” I looked at her lovely face, glowing and a little sweaty from what we did, and pulled her body into mine by her waist. She reached out to the nightstand and grabbed the lollipop she had set there.

“You ended up not trying this.” I chuckled at her joyful expression.

“Okay lemme see.” Taking it in my mouth, I pretended to be in deep thought before pulling it out. “Yeah, you taste way better, for sure.”

She hid her face on my shoulder and laughed. What a sweet sound that was.

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“George, you twat!” I scream, in hopes he’ll listen even with how loud the chatter is in all corners of this tent. “Fucking used all the hot water.”

“Sorry, mate, if you hurry it won’t be as bad.” He shouted back from wherever he was, laughing at my problem.

“Easy for you to say that!”

“Will you two stop screaming!” My mum’s annoyed voice echoed around. “Arthur, please cast a spell on the shower, the water is running cold again.” I heard her saying, now much less irritated. A few seconds later the water began to warm up

Fucking finally. Now I can… deal with this. Being last in line for the shower was a carefully calculated decision. Otherwise, I knew people would bother me for taking too long. Now everybody is ready and busy with their own things, so I can take a moment to recall this afternoon. The way Y/N’s cheeks went pink when I called her pretty had been stamped in my mind. I was grateful to be wearing a sweater long enough to hide the bulge growing in my pants.

I start pumping my cock slowly, thinking about her flustered face. When she was leaving, trying to seem superior as always, but just had to glance back at me.. Fuck. I hold myself on the wall with one hand, the other increasing its pace. Teasing Y/N along with the compliment didn’t seem to bother her. In fact, I think she liked it even better because of it.

It’s not clear to me what got me feeling this. This need to bury my cock deep inside of her. We’ve been fighting each other for so long, everytime I get a chance to piss her off I take it, without even thinking about it, and the same goes for Y/N. But now it’s different somehow. I tell myself it’s just because I like the rush of those little conflicts, or that it's a coincidence that she happens to be on my mind when I’m already aroused because of something else entirely. But...

“Y/N...” I whisper, almost inaudible. It’s the fourth time I cum with her name on my mouth, so maybe that’s not exactly true.

I finish cleaning up and putting on my clothes for the game, stepping out of the bathroom and calling Ginny.

“Can you paint my face?” I hold up a brush and the pots of green and white ink.

“Why?” She asks, from the couch where she and Hermione were chit chatting. “Can’t you do four stripes by yourself?”

“Oh, my lovely little sister,” I sit down next to her and arrange a pillow on my neck, “you’ll do much more than just four stripes.”

After I explain my vision, she begins setting down the color on my skin. I chuckle from the feel of the brush.

“Stop giggling, Fred, I’m gonna mess up.”

“My bad.”

“Think of something unpleasant if it helps.” She jokes. But I really do it. I start wondering why Malfoy and Y/N are so close, why she follows him around. I frown at the thought of what the two must be up to in the Malfoy cabin. “Okay, seems like you actually did it.” Ginny stops again. “The frowning helps even less than the giggling. Maybe we should just give up.”

“No, no, no, I’ll stop, I promise. I’ll be like a canvas, completely lifeless, how about that?”

“Fine.”

“Thank you! Now go ahead and make me into art, hm… Hermione, a famous painter, the one that made the woman with no eyebrows.”

“Da Vinci?”

“Make me into art, Da Vinci!”

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“Ronald if you complain about the stairs one more time…” Hermione cuts my brother off before he can speak. George and I hold him back and wait for the group to get a little distance before teasing him.

“Poor Ronniekins, your girlfriend is upset with you.” I say.

“Just don't let her get too close to our boy Cedric there.” George says right after.

“Shut up.” He climbs up faster to get away from us.

“Wow, he’s sprinting up the stairs now.” George follows him. Before I can do the same, something catches my eyes on the level right under mine. Or rather someone.

I walk slowly until she’s catching up to me. She seems so happy, bubbly I guess. Her eyes sparkle, looking around at the people in the stadium, almost like she’s a whole new person, like she’s not trying to hide herself. I have to keep myself from staring. Then she does exactly what I’ve planned, bumps into my back.

“Oh my, I’m so sorry.” Her voice is so sweet it almost takes me off my stride.

“So you do have manners when you want to.” Almost. “What? Cat got your tongue, princess?” If looks could kill I would be dead from her stare. But they don’t, so all I feel is my trousers growing a little tighter.

“Shut the fuck up, Weasley.”

“Oh right, you’re the evil queen, Malfoy is the princess. My bad.”

“Why don’t you go piss off one of your 50 siblings?”

“Even if I had that many to piss off, still would rather irritate you.”

“Because you’re a sick fuck or because you’re just an obsessed little boy?” Because I’m starting to realize you’re incredibly hot and I want to fuck you senseless.

“Don’t know about obsessed, but I’m definitely not little.” There it is again, the blushing; it’s dark here but I can tell, I made her blush for the second time today.

“I have more to do than stand here talking to you.”

“What? Need to go running back to your boyfriend?” Stop, shit, you’re gonna sound jealous.

“Who, Draco? Please, Weasley, we’re practically brother and sister.”

“You are?” I try to sound like I don’t care or like this is just part of the teasing, but I feel something when her words hit me. Relief.

“Yeah..” She answered. Fuck, did she notice it?

“Thank Merlin you’re not actual siblings.” I try to get back to the teasing. “Poor of your mother, dealing with such an annoying pair.”

“You have some nerve saying that.” The way she roll her eyes makes me want to see them rolling back for a whole nother reason. “As if George and yourself aren’t a bloody threat to humankind as a whole.”

“Threat, uh?”

“Yeah.” I can see she adjusts her posture, trying to seem taller, trying to intimidate me. It only gets me craving her more.

“And you sure love to try your luck around this threat, don’t you, Y/L/N?”

With that I leave. I ran upstairs, skípping a few steps to distance myself faster. I glance downstairs for only a moment. She’s still standing there, taking in the interaction, I presume. But there’s something unexpected about what I see. She’s smiling.

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NARRATOR’S POV

When the game is over and the men in the minister’s box are shaking hands and wrapping up their convos to leave, an idea crosses your mind. You pull on Draco’s sleeve, who was looking down at the players on the field, making their way to the locker rooms.

“Dray.” You call out and he huffs.

“Here it comes. What now?”

“I was thinking…”

“Nothing good ever comes from that.”

“Oh, shut it. You’re gonna like this.”

“Try me.” You ignore his negative facade, excited with your idea.

“We could see if the minister can get us to meet Krum!”

“I don’t like that at all.”

“Come on, you loved the game, he plays so fucking well.”

“Yeah, but I’m in no mood to fangirl over the guy, you can do that on your own.”

“Fine.” You cross your arms in front of your body, ready to give your last move. “When we’re back at school I’ll tell everyone how I met the greatest quidditch star in the world, and you’ll just have to watch. No, actually, you’ll have to answer everybody’s inquiries on why you didn’t get a chance to meet him.” As you turn to leave he pulls your arm.

“Okay then.” He says, annoyed at you, but convinced. “Let’s do it.” He waits for you to take a lead and you flash him a weak smile.

“I kinda need you to talk to Cornelius.” His face falls even more.

“Oh, fuck me.” He rolls his eyes and goes up to the minister.

“Thank you!”

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The lockers are almost empty by now. Draco and you had been standing right outside for some time, seeing athletes come out and leave one after the other. Fudge told you to wait outside and when Krum was done he would call you guys in to take a picture, get an autograph, just fans stuff right? But it seemed like he had forgotten that.

“How could a shower possibly take so long?”

“He must be tired from the game and is taking this moment to relax a bit.”

“Why doesn’t he go do that in his cabin? I can’t see how someone would relax in a public space like this.” His disgusted expression makes you laugh.

“What did you expect, Draco? A proper meet n greet?”

“I don’t know, Y/N, but not this…”

“Hey, you two.” A guy walks out and calls you and Draco. “You can enter now.”

“Thank you so much!” You say animatedly.

“Thank you.”

“Great match!” You shout as he distances himself. You hear Draco chuckling behind you. “What?” Now you’re the one with the annoyed expression.

“Didn’t know you had it in you.”

“Care to explain?”

“Being a bloody cheerleader.” He snickers but stops abruptly when you slap him in the head. “Ow!”

“Let’s go inside, shall we?”

You walk into the locker room and Krum immediately welcomes you talking in that accent you find so cute.

“Hello! Cornelius said you two were good friends of his and wanted to meet me.”

“Yes! You were amazing out there!” You say, as he pulls your hand and places a kiss to your knuckles.

“You really were. Fantastic game.” Draco adds, shaking Viktor’s hand.

“Thank you so much. What are your names?”

“I’m Y/N Y/L/N.”

“Draco Malfoy.”

“Nice to meet you two.”

“I’m not an expert at all but it’s clear to see that you are something else on that pitch!”

“Do you play Quidditch?”

“Oh me?” You laugh nervously. “No, I definitely don’t. Draco here plays! He’s a seeker too!” Draco nods, sending Krum a grin, but he can’t keep his eyes off the door for more than a second, preoccupied that his dad will be mad if they take too long.

“That’s great. Is he good?” Krum asks with a chuckle.

“He is!” You keep up the chat with Viktor, he’s so nice you forget about what you came here for.

“Draco!” The moment you hear Lucius calling, you regret asking to come.

“Oh god, I’m sorry, Dray. I thought…”

“It’s okay. I’ll go talk to him, you stay here.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes. It was a pleasure meeting you.” He shakes Krum’s hand again and leaves.

“Well I don’t want to waste any more of your time…”

“It’s not a waste of my time, don’t worry.”

“Could you maybe give me an autograph?”

“Sure.” He holds out his hand and you frown, confused at the gesture. But then you realise that you didn’t bring anything for him to sign.

“Oh hm, I’m so sorry, I forgot to bring pen and paper.”

“Not a problem.” He walks up to his locker and pulls out a photograph of him, apparently it was taken tonight, when he made that astounding entrance. You observe with stars on your eyes as he signs the photo, handing it to you afterwards. “I’m supposed to sign all of those later,” he points at the stack of pictures, “to sell them, I think. But I want you to have this one.”

“Thank you so so much! This is so sweet of you, but I can pay for it!”

“No, no. Keep it, I insist. Just don’t tell anyone, yeah? It will be our secret.”

“Well, okay, I can keep a secret.” You giggle and look around, glancing at the clock on the wall. It’s late. “I should get going now. Thank you so much again! For your attention and the photo!”

“My pleasure.”

“Bye! Have a great night!”

“Goodbye, Y/N!”

As you run out of the lockers you are hit with the realisation that you are alone. Lucius most definitely took Draco to the cabin, not letting his son stay and wait for you. The bleachers are almost completely empty, the only people you can see are those who probably were really high up, that only now are leaving the pitch. You run towards that group and try to blend in, that way you won’t need to walk in a totally desert field.

“Well, I guess someone forgot to put their dragon on a leash.” You don’t know if you feel more annoyed or relieved to hear George’s voice, but when you turn to him your face doesn’t show any signs of relief.

“Already told you, Georgie; she’s no dragon, she’s the evil queen.” Fred comments, his stare piercing through you.

“Yeah, right, I keep forgetting.” George keeps up with the rest of their group, but Fred walks in your rhythm.

“Are you lost, Y/L/N?” Yes, I am very much lost.

“No. Why would you think that?”

“Why else would you be here with the lower class?”

“I have a perfectly good reason to be here mixing up with you people, but I don’t feel like telling you.”

“Is it because you can’t stop yourself from craving my company?” The smug grin on his face makes a response almost fly out of your mouth. That’s not the reason, but somehow I do appreciate it that I ended up here with you, you think.

“Don’t be so full of yourself, Weasley.”

“Oh, never.” You two walk in silence for a bit. It’s only when the tents are beginning to grow in number around you that Fred says something again.

“You seem scared.” That’s because I am.

“I’m not.”

“I don’t buy it.”

“Fine, then don’t. I don’t care.” You shrug, still walking in sync with him. If your arms weren’t crossed over your chest, maybe your hand would be close enough to touch Fred’s. The thought sends butterflies to your stomach.

“You didn’t seem scared earlier today…”

“Because I wasn’t.”

“Is it.. Is it Malfoy?” He asks and you wanna pinch yourself from thinking his tone is the sweetest thing you’ve ever heard. “Do you feel safe around him?”

“That’s not it. I mean, I do feel safe around him.” Before you can think it through, you’re pouring out. “We’re best friends. I always feel safe with him, I guess much of it comes from not feeling that way when I’m around my family. But that’s not the point, I’m not scared to be here without him. I’m scared for him, like all the time.” You stop to catch your breath and realize what happened.

“I see. I don’t relate to it, but I understand what you’re saying.” Fred says, absentmindedly placing a hand on your shoulder. You have stopped, the rest of his group already pretty far from the two of you. For a second neither make a move. Fred doesn’t know what to do, but he wants to comfort you, and you can feel that. Deep down, you like it.

“Anyways, I’m not scared.” You start walking again, his hand falling from your shoulder. “Maybe a little scared of the way back to the cabin, cause it’s dark and there’s not gonna be a soul out there, but I’ll live to see another day.”

“I wouldn’t be so sure about that. Not safe for an evil queen such as yourself to be out and about on your own. Don’t you have like an eerie crow to escort you there?”

“You really are stuck in that fairy tale thing, aren’t you?”

“I guess I grew fond of it.” He shrugs and you giggle at his expression. Yeah, that’s right, you giggle. In front of him, like you really are in a goddamn fairy tale. Where is the fairy godmother when I need her to send me a ride to get me the hell out of here?

“Okay, hmm. Bye, Weasley.”

“Wait.” He stops you when you turn to leave. “Not gonna let you go back all alone.”

“What do you mean you’re not gonna let me?”

“I’m coming with you.”

“Don’t be silly, your tent is right over there, the cabins are pretty far away.”

“That’s one more reason for you not to go by yourself.”

“I don’t need your protection. You don’t even like me.”

“I’ll give it to you anyways. Come on, let’s go.” He pulls you by your arm and you give up on trying to convince him not to come. You prefer his company after all. After a while of walking in silence, he speaks. “I always thought it was the other way around.”

“What?” You send him a puzzled glare.

“You said I don’t like you.”

“Yeah, what about it?”

“I always thought you were the one who didn’t like me. And my siblings. And friends, and basically everyone who’s not up to your level, I suppose.”

“Well, you were right, I don’t like you. Happy?”

“Not very.”

“So sorry to hear that.” You answer, voice laced with sarcasm.

“I bet you’re lying.”

“About what, Weasley?”

“You do like me.”

“Wrong.”

“You do. I’m impossible not to like.”

“Absurdly inaccurate.”

“Agree to disagree then.”

“You know, I would rather walk in silence.”

“No need to, we’re here already.” Fred points at the cabin. “It wasn’t even that far, you’re just not used to walking.”

“If you’re done criticizing me, I’ll go inside. Thank you for bringing me here.” You walk up to the door and Fred follows.

“Won’t even invite me in?”

“Why the fuck would I?”

“Good manners? Besides, it seems like there’s no one in, so I would be breaking my promise of not letting you be alone.”

“You didn’t promise anything, you just tagged along on my walk over here.”

“Fine, fine, fine. Forget it then.” He throws his hands in the air and is about to leave when you murmur.

“Okay, you can come in.” You unlock the door and enter the cabin. Fred enters behind you, closing the door with a smile on his face, happy to have won you over.

“Wow.” He says, looking around the spacious living room.

“Draco left a note, apparently they are the minister’s cabin. Now I’ve got a real promise for you to make, you need to leave before they come back.”

“I will vanish, faster than a golden snitch.”

“I’m serious, Weasley.”

“So am I.” He walks up to you and holds up his pinky.

“Really? Are we twelve?”

“You want me to swear on this or not?”

“Fine.” You roll your eyes and lace your pinky with his.

“Done.” He then throws his body on the big couch, making pillows fly down.

“Are you fucking mental???” You quickly pick them up and place them back in their place.

“What? All this space and these nice stuff are for us to use, right?”

“No they are not! Get the fuck up, Fred. If you make a mess I’ll hex you.”

“Okay, easy girl.”

“Let’s go to my room.” He raises his eyebrows at that and you feel the need to explain yourself, trying not to show how flustered that look alone got you. “If you wanna jump on a bed like a child might as well do it there, where you won’t get me in trouble.”

The minute Fred enters your room he starts going through your things, amused to see how much you’ve got going on there.

“There’s no way.”

“What?”

“This is your room?”

“While we stay here, yeah.”

“It’s too big, and full of stuff. Nice stuff.” He says holding an alarm clock. “Heavy.” He comments. “Probably expensive.”

“It most definitely is. Put it down.”

“Makes me wonder how your actual room is, in your mansion.” You can’t hold back a laugh at his words.

“I do love my bedroom back at the manor. I always miss it when I travel. I wish I could go back just to sleep and then return by the morning.”

“I wouldn’t miss home if I were staying in a place like this, I tell you that.” He throws himself on the bed.

“No! Get up, you’re dirty.” You point out his sweaty clothes and his sneakers covered in dry mud.

“Ugh, fine. Wait a minute.” He runs to your bathroom. “I fucking knew it.”

“Knew what, genius?”

“This bathroom is bigger than my whole room at the burrow. Not only do you have a proper shower, you also have a bathtub.” He moves around frantically, taking in the place. “Look at all these fancy products!” He points out to your sink.

“What, toothpaste?” You chuckle.

“This is not regular toothpaste.” He takes the tube and plays with it, going through the other things by the sink.

“You know, I bet Lucius' bathroom is even bigger.”

“No shit.”

“He always takes the master, and the master room is usually bigger and- hey!” You stop talking when he sprints out, making his way to Lucius’ room. “Fred, don’t!”

“What? I’m not gonna break anything, relax. Merlin’s beard!” He stops abruptly by the door and you crash into his back.

“Shit!” Fred laughs loudly.

“You gotta stop running into me like that, sweetheart.” The nickname makes your heart flutter.

“I’m serious, Weasley, we can’t go in there.”

“Come on, live a little.” He grabs your waist and pulls you inside. “Now that you’re already here there’s no going back, let’s explore.”

“I don’t like this one bit.”

“I’m really enjoying myself.”

“Well, you’re the only one.” That was a lie and Fred could see right through it.

“Are you not curious to see what he hides in…here!” He opens the drawer in the nightstand to find it empty. “Shit, no luck, let’s keep digging.”

“It really is bigger, isn’t it?” You say, giving up on convincing Fred. Again.

“Hell yeah it is. And I bet the mattress is better.”

“Doubt it.”

“I dare you to jump on it.”

“Fuck no!”

“It’s a dare! You gotta do it or give me something in return.”

“What do you want, Weasley, my peace? Cause you’re definitely trying to take it away from me right now.”

“Take off your shoes.”

“What? No!” You get flustered once again, seeing Fred taking off his sneakers and getting on the bed kneeling in front of you.

“Come on, it’s gonna be worse if you do this with them on.”

“I’m not doing anything.” You say with a stubborn pose and Fred thinks about how he wants to fuck that attitude out of you.

“Okay then, I’ll do it for you.” Before you can protest he hooks his arm on your waist and pulls you into the bed. You squeak as you bounce on the mattress.

“Fred, you dipshit!” He starts jumping up and down, making it hard for you to get up.

“This bed is like a proper trampoline!” He exclaims excitedly.

“No it is not! It’s Lucius' bed and he’ll kill me!” You finally end up standing, but can’t keep your balance with his jumping. “But not before I kill you!”

“Good luck with that- Aw fuck!” You try to pull Fred down to stop him, but he ends up falling from the bed.

“Oh, my God!” You kneel on the floor next to his body. Fred groans and massages his head. “Are you okay?” You take his face in your hands, looking for bruises.

“Hm…”

“Fred, I’m serious, are you alright?” You absentmindedly run your fingers across his cheeks, looking deep into his eyes, waiting for an answer.

“Wow, you really are worried about me, aren’t you, Y/L/N?”

“Yes, I was worried, Weasley.” You answer with a huff. He holds your hands in place before you can pull them away.

“A kiss to get better?” He asks in a teasing tone.

“Hm…” you lean forward until your faces are mere inches from each other. “In your dreams.” You get up from the ground and Fred sighs, holding himself up on his forearms.

“Too bad.”

“Get up, you better leave.” The minute you say that, the click of the front door makes you go quiet. Your eyes almost pop right out. You glance at the messy king size bed with a look of terror on your face.

“Help!” You whisper to Fred, trying to tidy it as best as you can.

“I must have left it here on the counter.” You hear Lucius’ distant voice.

“You can give it to Cornelius on another occasion, father.” Draco suggests, standing by the front door.

“No, I cannot! Why would I thank him for the invitation to this game days after it, Draco?”

“Psst!” Fred calls your attention. “This is the best we can do, leave it this way. Let’s hide!”

“He’ll notice it!”

“We have no other option! Come on, the closet.”

“It’s not here.” You can imagine Lucius’ angered expression as he rubs his temples. “It must be in my room.”

“Shit! He’s coming in here!” You enter the closet after Fred.

“Even the closet is spacious as fuck.” He grumbles. “This isn’t even a hiding spot, we’re out in the open.”

“The wardrobe, come on.” You pull him into the mass of fancy suits and close the door.

“You want me to check it?” Draco offers.

“No, I don’t want you in my room. Wait here.” Lucius’ steps make your heart beat faster. “Where did I leave that stupid box?” His voice is so close now that you can barely control your breathing from the anxiety haunting you.

Fred holds a finger against his mouth, signaling for you to be quiet. You send him an offended look and mimic the action more intensely.

“This is all your fault.” You mouth the word, no sound coming out.

“What?” Fred mouths back, shrugging in confusion.

You roll your eyes so hard you worry it might be audible. Then Lucius enters the closet, he flicks the lights on and goes through the drawers.

What if he comes in here? He could very well have left it in the pocket of one of these suits. Then I’m fucked. He’s gonna kill me. He’s gonna kill Draco! Shit, what have I done? Your breathing becomes elaborate as the possible outcomes cross your mind.

Fred’s eyes flicker from what he can see of Lucius through the openings on the door to your unsettling form. He pokes you and when he gets your attention shushes you. The vision of punching him in the stomach is nice, but you know it’s gonna make a noise, so you just roll your eyes once again and try not to be loud yourself.

“Draco, did you go through my personal belongings?!” Lucius shouts.

Before you can react, Fred is pulling you into him and holding a hand against your mouth. Thankfully he did so, because Lucius’ words made you gasp and he probably would have heard you if it wasn’t for Fred. You hated it nonetheless. You especially hated the feel of his body against yours, or rather the way that made you squeeze your tights together. His hand on your mouth is another thing, part of you wants to yank it away and scream at him for having the audacity to do that, but there’s also a voice telling you to do nothing more than submit to him.

“Found it.” Lucius grabs a small leather box and walks out, turning the lights off and calling out for Draco. “Okay I have it here, let’s go back.”

For a few seconds neither of you move. Even after you hear the front door closing, you don’t try to get Fred to let go of you and he doesn’t release you from his grip, the hand on your mouth and the one on your hip perfectly steady. Until you break it.

“You!” The rage is clear in your voice as you hold a finger up to his face “How could you possibly think it was okay to do that, stupid?!”

“Hey! I helped you, okay? Couldn’t stop fucking squirming!” That was true, what he didn’t say is that he liked it, especially after he pulled you into him, your movements making it very hard for him to ignore the tent forming in his pants. “And of course, breathing like a goddamn dog.”

“Oh! Take that back!”

“No way! Had I not done it we would have been caught, genius.”

“I wouldn’t even be in this situation if it wasn’t for you!” You clapped back. Both of you hot and heavy into the argument, didn’t even leave the wardrobe before you started screaming at each other. “This is all your fault!”

“Please, as if you didn’t have fun with me around!”

“I most definitely did not!” That’s a lie, and you feel it burning you as you say it. “You only brought me problems!”

“Well, I guess I should have let you come back all alone then!”

“I guess you should have!”

Then he kisses you. It’s so intense it’s a surprise you don’t trip back, yet somehow you return it right away. Your hands fly to his hair and Fred grips your waist. He brings you closer and you can feel his erection against your stomach, making you moan just thinking about taking him.

Fred groans in response.

“You sound so pretty.” He pulls away and goes for your neck, leaving open mouthed kisses along your skin. “Can you do that again, doll?”

“You’re gonna have to take it from me, Weasley.” You challenge him.

“As you wish.” Is all he says before throwing you on his shoulder and leaving your hiding spot.

“Fred, put me down!” You whine, faking annoyance when in fact you can’t wait to see what he’s gonna do to you.

Fred only does so when you reach the bathroom in your room.

“You said we were dirty, uh? How about we take a shower then?”

“I’m not getting in the shower with you.” Playing stubborn came so naturally to you and the effect it had on Fred was too good for you to drop it.

“I barely even touched you back there and you were moaning already.” He said through gritted teeth. “Want me to give you some real reasons to scream my name or not?”

You didn’t bother answering, taking off your top and, since you were not wearing a bra, letting your breasts on full display for Fred.

“I doubt you could make me scream your name.” You pull down your trousers with your underwear and step out of them. Seeing your naked form made the ever so talkative boy go quiet, mouth agape and pants tighter than ever. Even though you’re the only one exposed right now, the control is by no means on Fred’s hands. “But I’ll give you a chance.”

You step into the shower turning on the warm water as Fred gets rid of his clothes. You thought he would run to get in with you as fast as possible, but he doesn’t. He takes each piece off with a grin plastered on his face, teasingly, while staring at you. He’s making you wait, making you crave him more. And, fuck, is it working.

“Are you gonna join me or no-”

Before you can finish he enters the shower and wastes no time in pressing your back to the cold tiles. Fred goes straight back to kissing you. He’s hungry for you and you know it. You feel the same yourself, so you allow your hands to roam his body, feeling the muscles on his back, on his arms, until you reach his tights. He grunts and breaks the kiss to look you in the eyes.

“Can you touch me?” He asks, losing his act for a moment, too eager to feel your hand around his length. You nod and take him, pumping slowly and watching for his reactions. He huffs and lets his head fall forward, resting his forehead on your shoulder.

“I want you to touch me too.” You admit quietly.

“Thought you would say that.” His finger finds your slit and he gently runs it up and down before flicking your clit.

“Aw, shit!” You hold onto his back with your free arm, squirming away from his hand.

“No need to shy away from me now.” He kisses down your neck, letting out a moan here and there from the way you’re jerking him off. “Fuck, this feels good.” You run your thumb across his tip and almost chuckle with excitement at his sounds.

“You like that, Freddie?” You ask and he mumbles an affirmative response. You near your mouth to his ear and whispers between a moan. “Wait until you feel my pussy.” The second you say it he inserts two fingers inside of you. “Fred!!” You scream and let go of his member.

“Already am, sweetheart.”

“That’s.. that’s not what I meant..” You manage to say with the shockwaves of pleasure he’s giving you.

“I think you and I both know that.” He keeps poking your g-spot over and over with his slender fingers. “Just thought I should make you come once before letting you fuck yourself into my cock.”

“Please...” You beg, feeling your high approaching, to which he answers by circling his thumb against your clit. “Fuck, Fred!” You come, chanting his name.

He gives you a kiss on the lips and pulls his fingers out. You cry out from the loss of contact and he smirks devilishly.

“Feeling too empty without my fingers in your cunt?” You nod and whine, clinging onto him. “It’s alright though, I’m gonna give you something better.” Spinning you around, Fred squeezes your ass cheeks and runs his cock along your folds. You brace yourself on the wall, arching your back and prancing your bottom up.

“Please..” You beg again.

“Just gave you an orgasm, and here you are, so needy for another one.”

“Yes, Freddie.” Is your answer. “Please, fuck me already.” He places a kiss on your temple and slides himself into you.

You both gasp at the feeling. Fred waits a moment, before pushing the rest of his length. Your head falls down as you wait to get used to his size.

“You can move now.” And so he does, dragging himself slowly out of you before pushing back in.

“So tight.” He growls.

“Freddie..” You push your body up so that your back is pressed against his chest. “You.. you fill me up so good.” Fred holds your face to the side and kisses you ardently.

“Yeah, baby?”

“Uhummm…” Your answer drags out into a moan as he fastens the pace.

“Taking me so well, Y/N.” He grunts.

“Oh fuck yes, right there!” You shout out, feeling your second orgasm rushing through you.

“Fuck, I’m gonna..” That’s all Fred manages to say before he pulls out and comes all over your ass and lower back.

“Oh my.” You breathe out.

“That was amazing.” He says, helping you clean up.

“It really was.” You turn around and Fred embraces your body, drawing circles on your back as you do the same on his chest and the water falls on top of you two.

“By the way, I won.”

“Won what?”

“I made you scream my name.” You chuckle at his grin.

“That you did. But we didn’t make a bet or anything like that, so no prize for you.”

“What do you mean no prize?” He slaps your ass, making you jerk forward and hold onto him. “This was the prize.”

“Fair enough.”

“We can think of something else for me to get next time.”

“Oh, next time, yeah?” To which Fred raises his eyebrows and cocks his head to the side. You roll your eyes at him.

“I prefer when you do that while coming apart for me.” You bite your lip and spin around with a sight, turning off the shower.

“Alright, pretty boy, enough of wasting water. Let’s get dressed and I’ll let you go back to your family.”

You only take a step out of the shower when you hear it. The door unlocking, Lucius and Draco arriving, talking in the distance. You eye Fred who stopped dead in his tracks with the recognition you are not alone anymore.

The friendship you had with Draco extended to your very first days at Hogwarts. Being a Slytherin, as the rest of your family, it didn’t take long for you two to become acquaintances. That was to you no surprise, members of wealthy pureblood families tend to be drawn to each other, even from a young age. What you did not expect was to actually grow fond of the boy. The bond you had with Draco was stronger than with most of your relatives and the same could be said for him. To others you were a typical privileged girl, just another pureblood with a superiority complex; but he knew the real you.

“Are you gonna get in the car or not?” Draco asked, rolling his window down.

“Sure am, dummy.” You closed the door behind you and took off your jacket, getting more comfortable for the ride. “It’s not like we’re leaving before your parents get here,”

“My dad you mean.”

“Is Narcisa not coming?” He shook his head and looked away, trying to fake indifference. You decided to talk about something else to get him to cheer up. “Excited to see Krum?”

“No, why would I?”

“I don’t know, he’s famous.”

“So what?”

“There’s something else…”

“What exactly? He’s a great player, but again, so what?”

“Nope, not that.” He was already half chuckling at your expression.

“What then?”

“He’s pretty fit, ay?” You two laugh together, but soon Lucius pops up by the door and you go quiet as he gets in the car, leaving the house behind.

Soon you can see the broad field full of tents from up in the air. The car is lowered in an area much less packed and with far better accommodations. Getting out into the warm afternoon you follow the Malfoys into the cabin.

“I want the room with the best bathroom!” You scream at Draco after getting a good look at the spacious living room.

“No! The bigger one is mine!”

“All of the rooms have en suite bathrooms, we’re not animals.” Lucius says with a huff, but the pair of you don’t listen as you are running down the hallway in search for the best room, even though they are in fact all the same, except maybe for the master.

“Got it!” You throw yourself at the neatly made bed.

“It’s my family’s cabin, I get to choose!” Draco does the same and you two bounce into the floor.

“Ow, shit.” You say in between laughs.

“Okay, I guess the bed doesn’t want any of us.”

“If you two are done with making a mess,” Lucius opens the door with his cane to look down at you, “you can help yourself with some food in the kitchen. I’ll go meet the minister for a chat before the game.” And he left, not waiting for an answer.

“Hungry?”

After eating lunch there wasn’t much to do. The event you were all there for would only begin at night, so that left you with plenty of time to be bored.

“You know what?”

“No, you’re gonna suggest something stupid.” Draco cut you off.

“Not stupid. It’s a great idea actually. We should go to that part of the field with the tents and stuff. I bet there’s gonna be a place where we can buy some firewhiskey.”

“I’m not going there.” He shot you with a disgusted expression. “There must be some old bottle at the bar.”

“Already checked.”

“Nothing?”

“Not a single drop, mate.” You stared at each other for a few seconds, having a whole conversation with your eyes. Or rather a discussion, until Draco gave in.

“Fine, let’s get some.. what’s that muggle word?”

“Booze?” You chuckle at his question.

“Urg, forget it, not saying that.”

“Come on, blondie.” You put your arm around his shoulders and walk to the door. “Let’s get wasted.”

—

“Okay this is enough for me.” Draco said after a second sip at his mini bottle you got from a hawker.

“Really?”

“I don’t wanna make a fool of myself in front of the minister.” You took one last sip and shoved yours in your pocket.

“You’re right.”

“Should we go back?” He seemed uncomfortable, didn’t even dare to look around.

“Oh shit.” You chuckled seeing some known faces not far from where you two stood. “You have no idea who I just saw.”

“Who?”

“Guess.” You squinted your eyes at Draco and he scoffed.

“Potter?”

“And the rest of his little fellowship.”

“Let’s go say hi, shall we?” He turned on his heels, not wanting to pass on the opportunity to bother the Gryffindor boy.

“Sure thing,”

“Look at what we’ve got here.” He called out, making the group stop their way into the tent and turn to them.

“What are you doing here, Malfoy?” Harry stepped closer.

“Just came to see the living conditions you lot have for yourselves.” He looked past the boy, as if analyzing the tent. “Shabby, I would say.”

“Shut up, Malfoy.” Ginny said, standing behind Harry.

“Not very ladylike of you to say that, Weasley. Wouldn’t you agree, Y/N?”

“Definitely not a polite response.” You added, with a cynical expression on your features.

“Listen, why don’t you and your dragon go back to the castle’s tower, princess?“ George clapped back, speaking to Draco. You were about to answer the insult when Fred talked to his twin.

“Oi, she’s a bit too pretty for a dragon, maybe the evil queen is a more fitting character for their little fairy tale.” The two laughed and Fred shot you an intense look. You didn’t know if it was out of embarrassment from their mocking, but you had to look away to stop yourself from blushing.

“Off you go then, back to the dungeon.” George said.

“We might as well, even our basement is far superior than this rotten shack. Let’s go, Y/N.”

It took all of you not to look back. You stared at Draco ahead of you, trying so hard not to check on the sensation you had that he was watching you. You had to know. So you turned your head, didn’t even stop walking, just enough to catch a glance. Fred was staring right back at you.

Once back at the cabin you two headed to your rooms. You thought about taking a nice relaxing bath, but you were suddenly afraid you might not have time to get ready if you did so. Why you cared so much was a question you decided to avoid at the moment. Usually you were pretty much invisible to all those important men that surrounded you in endless events, so as long as you had a fancy outfit on, your overall looks didn’t really matter. And yet you wanted to look your best tonight.

The warm water of the shower hit your skin so smoothly, you couldn’t help but wonder if they had a nice shower over at the Weasley’s tent. Probably not like this one that’s for sure. You thought about having to wait for all those people to be finished before you could have the bathroom to yourself. Their family is quite big as it is, adding the guests, you bet it’s pure chaos. One thought leads to another and you catch yourself imagining whether Fred was also showering right now. The water pressure is most definitely not as strong as in the cabin, falling gently onto the boy’s muscles, relaxing them a bit, getting him ready for the several flights of stairs that awaits the group in the stadium. Your hands fall down to your thighs, massaging them soothingly in such a tender motion that you shiver from it. You barely feel your finger inching towards where you want it most, when you hear Draco’s voice outside of your room, asking you to hurry. The gasp that leaves your mouth is so loud you’re afraid he might have heard you even with the sound of the shower.

“I’ll be out in a minute.” You shout back.

“Fine, just don’t be long, I don’t want my father complaining and he’s probably coming back from the minister’s cabin already.”

You get out of the shower, as quickly as possible put on a beautiful dress that hugs your figure tightly and some heels that make you feel like a maneater. Sitting by the desk in the corner of the room with your makeup bag in hands, you curse at yourself for taking too long earlier. It was supposed to be just a fast shower, but I had to go and think about… You don’t allow yourself to finish that thought.

“That’s what you’re wearing?” Draco scares you as he walks into your room unnoticed and comments on your outfit.

“Shit, Draco, knock next time, your hand won’t fall off, you know?”

“Really? Wouldn’t wanna risk it.”

“Yes, this is what I’m wearing.” You answer his question, ignoring the mocking. “Why? Not fancy enough for you, ferret boy?” You ask, putting on some lipstick.

“Maybe a little too fancy for your boyfriend.” He teases you and steps out of the room before the pillow you threw could hit him. “What? Fred thinks you’re ‘too pretty to be a dragon’.” He said, making air quotes.

“Do I seem to care about what he thinks?”

“Well, you always end up discussing just between you two, even in situations like this, when I’m clearly the one who started it.”

“Malfoy.” You speak incesively, as a warning.

“Just saying, he seems like the kind of guy who would want you to look a bit more like, you know, a pauper.” He leaves and closes the door as you throw another pillow, his laughter still audible from the other side.

You end up changing.

—

Walking another set of stairs, you feel your stomach twist with the excitement of the game you’re about to watch. Even though attending all sorts of events was a normal thing for you, some of them still filled you with joy.

“Wait, my father stopped to talk to some random old man. Again.” Draco complained.

“Dude, I’m losing my rhythm here.” You whined. “Do you mind if I keep going and you catch up to me later?”

“No, you can go. I’ll stick around him, I guess.”

“Okay, later then.”

You kept making your way up. You tried to hide the smile that was brought to you by seeing all those people coming together to watch an amazing quidditch game. The energy was so mesmerizing that you only noticed how close you were to the person in front of you when you bumped into them.

“Oh my, I’m so sorry.”

“So you do have manners when you want to.” Merlin, please not him. “What? Cat got your tongue, princess?” Fred inquired. You finally looked up and huffed at him.

“Shut the fuck up, Weasley.”

“Oh right, you’re the evil queen, Malfoy is the princess. My bad.”

“Why don’t you go piss off one of your 50 siblings?”

“Even if I had that many to piss off, still would rather irritate you.”

“Because you’re a sick fuck or because you’re just an obsessed little boy?”

“Don’t know about obsessed, but I’m definitely not little.” There it is again, the blushing; you thank heavens that it’s dark and he might not notice it.

“I have more to do than stand here talking to you.”

“What? Need to go running back to your boyfriend.”

“Who, Draco? Please, Weasley, we’re practically brother and sister.”

“You are?” He tried to sound like he was still teasing you, but there seemed to be more to his tone.

“Yeah..” You answered, a bit less confidently.

“Thank Merlin you’re not actual siblings. Poor of your mother, dealing with such an annoying pair.”

“You have some nerve saying that.” You rolled your eyes. “As if George and yourself aren’t a bloody threat to humankind as a whole.”

“Threat, uh?”

“Yeah.” You attempted to stand tall, even with Fred’s figure towering over you.

“And you sure love to try your luck around this threat, don’t you, Y/L/N?”

He quickly ran up the stairs. He didn’t wait for you to answer. Thankfully. It’s not like you would have known what to say with the warmth of your cheeks and the feelings his words sent straight to your core.

“What are you smiling at, weirdo?” Draco finally reached you and took no time to tease his friend, chuckling at your expression.

“At the idea of throwing all the way down there.” You motioned to the pitch and he flinched at the perspective.