it had gotten to the point where each time you’d sat next to each other on the common room couch, your hand instinctively slithered up his back and into the spot where his hair met his neck.

every time you were together, it was a subconscious move. harry adored the intimacy and the touch — it made him feel loved and wanted. but that wasn’t to say it couldn’t be, well, distracting.

“once more, please harry!”

harry had your arms pinned down on his bed to keep your hands off his head. he’d told you he wanted to get some work done without you touching his hair, and you’d gotten fake pouty and waited til his back was turned to jump onto him and wrestle him for it. you were not winning.

“i’m trying to study!”

“that’s hilarious.”

“y/n!”

“only kidding!”

harry’s glasses were hanging off the edge of his nose as he looked down at you. “do you promise to let me work for a bit?”

“oh, but why? you love when i touch your hair.”

harry closed his eyes and exhaled. he really did love it. it was just a terrible distraction when he was trying to focus. your hands knew the perfect places to tug to get him going.

“y/n, it’s very sweet, but it can be terribly distracting at times. please. i’m begging you.”

you laughed at him. “fine! merlin, you’re no fun.”

he let go of your wrists and moved back so you could sit upright on the mattress. “i’m plenty of fun. just give me a minute. i’ll be all over you soon.”

you blushed, and snuggled up into his comforter, smelling strongly of his cologne. the smell enveloped you, and soon you’d fallen into the plane between conscious and unconscious. the only thing that brought your eyes back open was the feeling of harry’s hands slithering around your waist, pulling you closer to his chest.

“hello, my love,” harry spoke softly. “still wanna put your hands in my hair?”

“more than ever.”

you turned to your other side to face him, your half-open, watery eyes and warm cheeks making harry fawn at your innocence. it was something he’d usually cherished and protected, but right now, it was something he wanted all for himself. something he wanted to ruin. he felt a growing tug in his trousers the longer he stared at you — a sleepy smile tugging at your rosy lips, his jumper hugging your chest, his boxers hugging your thighs.

you moved a hand up to cradle his face. he leaned into your touch, only making him harder, and he knew that soon he wouldn’t be able to contain himself. you were just so precious, so sweet, so gentle with him. he just wanted to ruin it all.

he leaned in to kiss you. butterflies fluttered in your stomach at the meeting of your lips, but when the kiss deepened and you felt harry’s tongue start to slip between your lips, the butterflies slowly morphed into a familiar feeling deep in your stomach begging for release.

harry’s lips were still pressed to yours when he felt your other hand snake into its comfortable position in his hair. the feeling fanned the flames burning within him, and he let out a small hum of pleasure into your mouth. you couldn’t help yourself from smiling at knowing how good your touch made him feel.

“fuck, love,” harry said lowly. “that feels so nice.” he leaned his head back into your hand, and you maintained your grip on his curls.

you giggled at his desperation. “i know.”

your smile made him melt, and that feeling made his cock throb. “i need you so bad, lovely.”

“oh yeah? what’ya need from me, harry?”

your pushback made him crave you even more. “i need to taste you.”

with those words, you were putty in his hands. you nodded eagerly at him, and he quickly pulled down his knickers and your panties in one motion, leaving your soaked cunt bare for him to explore. you put both hands in his hair to steady his head, and he spoke as his head moved down your body, peppering kisses on every inch of exposed skin in between words.

“your hands in my hair are such a distraction, baby,” he said, kissing inside your thighs. “but it’s just too good for me to resist.”

harry looked up at you, your chest bobbing up and down from the anticipation. he adored how flustered you still got when he fucked you. he loved your doe eyes and unknowing lip bite. you were so sexy to him — he loved making you come undone in his arms.

harry licked a stripe up your cunt, sending your eyes to the back of your head and eliciting a strained moan from your lips. his cock twitched at the vision before him. “keep your hands in my hair, and i’ll make you cum in my mouth, angel.”

“yes, sir,” you responded with a smirk, knowing it would make him heat up even more.

harry moved up from his place between your legs to plant a kiss to your lips, and you gasped at the loss of feeling at your core. “good girl,” he whispered, dipping back down to relentlessly lap at your cunt. your grip on his curls grew tighter, only making his movements faster, swirling on your clit and licking between your folds. every time your grip on his hair faltered even the slightest bit, harry sent a slap to the side of your thigh reminding you to maintain your hold.

he brought a hand to your entrance and pushed it in gently, and you knew he was trying to getting you adjusted before inserting himself into you. he kept a steady pace circling your clit and pumped a finger in and out of your cunt, taking in your soft whimpers and moans.

“harry…i-i’m close-” you muttered, but were surprised when harry’s movements stopped altogether.

he rose from his position and undid his trousers, his fully hard cock springing free from his boxers. “i’m not done with you yet, love.” he pumped his cock with his hand and you bit your lip in anticipation.

“turn over, angel,” he ordered, sending a wave of heat down to your core.

you obeyed, slipping harry’s jumper off in the process. his hands found their way to your legs, rubbing the curve of your ass and squeezing the fat of your thighs. “wanna know how good it feels to have your hair toyed with, love?” you looked back to him and nodded, too worked up to form sentences.

harry tutted at your response, but the state you were in was perfect to him. “c’mon, angel, use your words for me.”

you swallowed your desperation and managed to collect yourself. “yes, sir,” you said again, only this time, it followed with harry smacking your ass before responding again with “good girl.”

harry lined himself up with your entrance and pushed into you, incapable of waiting a second longer. you moaned at the sensation, and it made harry’s desire for you burn more fervently. he pumped into you with precision, hitting the tender spot deep in your walls that only he could reach. his hand’s grip on your hips remained firm, until one hand reached up to bunch your hair in his hand and pull your head closer to him. he pulled you up from the bed so your back was pressed to his chest, and he kept his pace drilling into you.

“this is how good you make me feel when you play with my hair, love,” he growled into your ear. “how’s it feel?”

his hands travelled up your body to squeeze your breasts, and you couldn’t stop yourself from moaning at his words. “‘s so good, sir, you fuck me so good-”

you were cut off by the sound of harry leaving love bites on your neck. you could feel the knot in your stomach starting to unravel.

“baby, i’m gonna cum,” you moaned in between the strokes of his cock.

“that’s alright, my love, cum on my cock for me…you’re just so lovely for me, don’t you know that, sweet angel?”

his words were everything you needed to come undone on his cock. your legs shook from the stimulation and your eyes shut tight as you rode out the wave. harry kept talking you through it, still keeping a steady pace pumping into you.

“fuck, love, you’re so tight when you finish on my cock, feels so good…oh fuck, i’m gonna cum-“

he pulled out of your pulsing cunt and released right onto your back, coating you with white ropes and loving every second you spent covered in his seed. after a moment, he knelt down and pressed kisses to your ass and the undersides of your thighs, letting you know he was there for you. you caught your breath while he made his way to the bathroom to fetch a wet towel to clean you off. his gentle touch on your back and his insistence on asking how you were doing a million times made you smile.

Alfred Graves:

His was like the third I did, ever, I just never did the others until more recently

Wheatfield with Cypresses - Vincent Van Gogh - “shades of blue” (also I’ve seen it in person and it’s soooo pretty)

The Water Lily Pond - Claude Monet - when I made this one I’d seen it in person like a week before and I adore it

Death (1897) - Janis Rozentāls - reminded of the uniform he has to wear when he goes to try and save the girls in s1e5

Northern Light - Bror Lindh - Blue and it’s an Aurora (and it matches her too)

Still Life with Cherries and Peaches - Paul Cézanne - Cherries with garlic and salt! My favourite little freak <333

The Dog - Francisco Goya - it’s pathetic and so’s he (affectionate)

Among the Waves - Ivan Aivazovsky - Blue innit

Water lilies - Claude Monet - Blue againnnn

Crucifixion - Francis Bacon - Reminded me of when his vision goes black and white when he’s tied up and being tortured

Starry Night - Vincent Van Gogh - Surprise surprise, it’s blue

Aurora Luft:

Single penguin in the dark, aurora - David Abbey-Paige - it’s the Aurora Australis (southern lights) and I liked the penguin

Aurora Triumphing over Night - Jean-Honoré Fragonard - She’s called Aurora, it’s on the nose but I don’t care

Almond Blossoms - Vincent Van Gogh - Matches Alfred’s Van Gogh’s and she also wears a fair amount of blue (and is also blue to Alfred)

The two girlfriends - Henri de Toulouse-Lautrec - is this because I think Aurora and Sabine should have lezzed out? Yeah.

Water lilies, red - Claude Monet - Matches Alfred, but also she wears red lipstick regularly

Clytemnestra - John Collier - that is one vengeful woman, and so’s Aurora (albeit in a different way)

Morning Star - Alphonse Mucha - Aurora (the Roman goddess) isn’t technically the morning star but I still think it fits for Aurora (Luft). Plus I love Mucha

The Frigate “Aurora” - Ivan Aivazovsky - His. Paintings. Are so. Yummy. And it’s called Aurora so.

Birth of Venus - Botticelli - It just vibed honestly

A Cloud Study, Sunset - John Constable - Her name is Aurora Luft, which means air, therefore clouds!

Northern Light - Bror Lindh - Aurora Borealis this time! And matches Alfred!

Neil MacKay:

The Nightmare - John Henry Fuseli - He has those nightmares about the German soldier he killed

Battle of the Standard, Northallerton, 22nd August 1138 - John Gilbert - He mentions his nice is in Northallerton when he’s talking to the bombardier they rescue and it stuck out to me (probably cause I’m Northern™️)

The Dog - Francisco Goya - He matches Alfred, and he does feel quite dog-ish, and it’s brown

Academic Study of a Male Torso - Jean-Auguste-Dominique Ingres (yeah that’s a triple hyphenated name) - Neil’s tits. I couldn’t not include some reference to them.

The Meadow - Alfred Sisley - He’s just so meadowful. And I know he was a farm lad as a boy I can Feel It

Figures in a landscape - Francis Bacon - it’s brown, and my Francis bacon weakness strikes again

Birch Forest - Gustav Klimt - He’s very woodsy in general, but also they all spend a lot of time in the woods

Nine Dragons (detail, it’s one of them) - Chen Rong - He was a police officer in Shanghai pre-spying

Water lilies - Claude Monet - It matches Alfred! (And by extension Aurora, but Alfred specifically)

Wheatfield with Crows - Vincent Van Gogh - Matches Alfred’s Wheatfield, and is a bit darker and moodier

Study of poppies - John Constable - poppies are a war thing. That’s about it really.

Harry James:

Gallery of the Louvre - Samuel Morse - Painted by the man who invented Morse code!!

The Railroad bridge in Argenteuil - Claude Monet - he does blow a bridge up in episode one

Joan of Arc - John Everett Millais - he dies fighting for what he believes in

Crocuses (maybe, I couldn’t find a specific name for it, but those are crocuses at any rate) - Karol Klosowski - it’s pretty, and it’s a meadow and I thought it fit him

Tragedy - Gustav Klimt - both him and Tom dying is very tragic so it fit in my mind

The Incredulity of Saint Thomas - Caravaggio - He’s called Thomas and he gets a side wound like Jesus. Yes it’s tenuous, no I don’t care.

The Flame (Goddess of Fire) - Odilon Redon - His whole thing is blowing stuff up, that’s quite flame-ful

Autumn - Alphonse Mucha - mostly just vibes and matches Spring in Tom’s

City on Fire - Olga Rosanova - again, he blows things up a fair amount

Wheatstacks (End of Summer) - Claude Monet - He calms Alfred down with straw/hay (not sure which off the top of my head) and I liked the colours

Field with poppies - Vincent Van Gogh - Poppies again.

Guernica - Pablo Picasso - it’s war, and it’s one of the most famous paintings of bombings, and Harry blows a lot of stuff up

Tom Cummings:

Spring - Alphonse Mucha - I don’t really have any explanations other than vibes (and it matches Autumn in Harry’s)

The Death of Icarus - Alexandre Cabanel - he does fall to his death on a beach. Sorry.

Portrait of Djordje Milićević - Will Barnet - Tom’s thing is photography, or at least I associate it with him

Landscape - Paul Cézanne - Again, they’re in a forest a lot, and that is where his final stand takes place

Poppies - John Singer Sargent - oh look, poppies again.

Tree and Undergrowth - Vincent Van Gogh - Forest!

The Sundog Painting - Jacob Heinrich Elbfas - it’s kind of like his hair colour, and he just feels very beige

Tragedy - Gustav Klimt - it’s all so bloody tragic, especially him and Harry dying

Football Player - J. C. Leyendecker - it looks like Tom.

Dark Forest - Ivan Shishkin - Oh look a forest again

Rocky Cliff Woth Stormy Sea, Cornwall - William Trost Richards - he does fall off a cliff. Sorry.

Franz Faber:

Untitled (helmeted soldier) - Zdzisław Beksiński - it’s creepy as hell and a soldier

Illustration from Un Autre Monde - Jean Ignace Isidore Gérard (at the very least he’s the author) - It’s sugar beets being beaten up by sugarcane and that is both hilarious to me and there’s his monologue to Alfred about them

Couple descending the stairs/Advertisement for the arrow collar man - J. C. Leyendecker - That’s so young Franz and Sabine look at it

The Japanese Bridge or The Lily Pond - Claude Monet - it matches Sabine’s, but darker

Pyramid of Skulls - Paul Cézanne - I think he does the most killing out of everyone (and also the skull on his uniform hat)

Figure with Meat - Francis Bacon - it’s creepy, and sort matches Crucifixion in Alfred’s because I have some kind of Emotion about the fact Alfred only has flashback-type-things to his torture when he sees Faber getting beaten. not sure what that emotion is, but I have it, therefore they get to have matching Francis Bacons.

Skull - Vincent Van Gogh - see above re: pyramid of skulls

War - Ken Currie - It’s pretty unnerving and it’s war themed

Field with poppies - Vincent Van Gogh - yeah he gets poppies too

Untitled (they’re all untitled. All of his paintings are untitled)(the blue death with a cradle one) - Zdzisław Beksiński - it’s death and a baby, but creepier than Sabine’s.

Separation - Edvard Munch - it reminded me of when Sabine pulls away from him after Ulli’s death

Sabine Faber:

Death (1897) - Janis Rozentāls - she wears white a lot, but also that’s death and a baby. Yeah.

Meadow, 1879 - Claude Monet - reminded me of when she goes and joins the resistance at the end <33

Portrait of Madame X - John Singer Sargent - she’s not that scandalous, but I do think she’s that fashionable and I love her for it

Geese in the Creek - Claude Monet - it’s pretty and like the meadow at the end when she joins the resistance

The two friends - Henri de Toulouse-Lautrec - Again, is this because I want Aurora and Sabine to lezz out? Yeah.

Couple descending the stairs/Advertisement for the arrow collar man - J. C. Leyendecker - That’s so young Franz and Sabine look at it, part two!

Two Women Kissing in Nature - Georges Rochegrosse - see previous about wanting Sabine and Aurora to lezz out

Dancers - Franz Von Stuck - I debated this for ages and decided that sod it, it’s going in. It’s just vibes honestly

Garden with Weeping Willow - Vincent Van Gogh - pretty and vibeful and also she should have got to cry (weeping) more to be honest. It makes sense to me okay

Water-Lily Pond, Symphony in Rose - Claude Monet - I liked it and it matches a different water-lily one in Franz’s

Lily - Alphonse Mucha - I thought it looked a bit like her and also Vibes

• harry asks you out on the bridge in 5th year, after walking with you hand-in-hand. he confesses that he’s liked you for a long time, and gets all shy about it.

• he’s a bit of a blusher! (he’s so cute…)

• he feels like you’re one of the only people who understand him, it’s made him warm to you even more.

• it’s snowing and you tell him your hands are cold so he takes them, cups them in his and blows on them to try and warm them up.

• harry’s the sort of bf to share his scarf with you when it’s cold.

• although you two mostly hang out in the gryffindor common room.

• your first kiss is infront of the fireplace, he doesn’t reach to touch your face because he’s so awkward and shy, instead he’s holding your hands in his lap as he leans in.

• until he gets comfortable with you, he’s a bit of a stiff kisser (LMFAO)

• but after the first three days of being together, practice makes perfect because he can’t keep his hands off of you.

• he’s just a horny teenage boy, really.

• harry loooves kissing you. making out especially. he’s also a sucker for soft kisses - all over your cheeks AND your nose AND your fingertips.

• one night in the common room, things get a bit heated and he starts backing you into the wall. you’re both panting and kissing madly, but! then ron walks down and stares at you both, in shock. it ruins the mood, which pisses harry off because he was feeling so confident! ( awh bub:( )

• before bed the next night, harry starts asking ron for advice because he wants to impress you and doesnt want you to think he’s inexperienced.

• btw, if you cant tell already, he’s still a huge virgin.

• a few weeks have gone by now and you’ve been dating eachother happily. harry treats you like a princess.

• you really, truly are his princess.

• he knows you’re his girlfriend but it still surprises him sometimes. he’s constantly in awe of you. he worships you (in his head, he’s a bit too awkward to verbalise all those thoughts).

• harry’s cupping your cheek softly by the fire again, like your first kiss, only this time you’re both sharing open-mouthed kisses.

• ron told him to gradually get more…touchy…when kissing you, so he recalls rons advice and grabs one of your breasts with his free hand. you’ve never done it before, but you let slip a small moan in his mouth and suddenly harry’s heart is in his throat. racing.

• harry’s feeling confident again so he takes advantage of it, you’re pulling eachothers clothes off desperately.

• harry’s pale skin blushes so much when he sees you topless for the first time. he gets so hard seeing your tits.

• harry is SUCH a giver. he lives to please you. he realised this as soon as you started moaning against his mouth. he would give anything to hear those sounds!

• keen to make you moan again, he gets down on his knees and parts your legs, placing wet, open-mouth kisses over your pussy. his mouth feels so hot down there. and despite being a virgin, harry’s got an odd, natural talent for licking your pussy.

• he’s big on praise. he’s so verbal in the bedroom compared to outside.

• he tells you to play with his hair whilst he eats your pussy, he likes the feeling of it. his hair is so soft too, so you love it.

• “yeah, that’s my baby”, “your pussy tastes so good for me”, “i wanna fill you up right now”.

• overall, your first time with harry isn’t rough, infact he barely manages to last. they’re rugged (but soft and slow) thrusts. he fucks you gently and finishes inside you, in missionary.

• he’s a big cuddler. always is a big cuddler but even more so after swapping v-cards with you. he leads you by the hand to his dorm, and lets you sit with your back to his chest in-between his legs.

• ron doesn’t even question it, he just warns you both dangerously that if you start fucking again you are to take it OUT of the dorm.

• sleepovers become a frequent thing because harry struggles sleeping alone, due to his nightmares. you’re always there to change his sweaty pyjamas or rub his back until he falls asleep again.

• when he’s feeling sentimental and can’t sleep, he talks to you about his parents, and all the things he wishes he could say to them. he sits with you on the window ledge late at night, spilling his thoughts and watching the moon.

• he talks to you the most. out of everyone.

• he enjoys walks around the grounds with you, or sometimes he lets you join him under his invisibility cloak and you both explore the restricted areas of the school together, laughing like children.

• he’s mischievous with you, really mischievous.

• you think harry’s actually really funny. in a sweet, endearing way, not because he means to be. you’re always laughing around eachother, hitting eachothers arms as an expression of amusement. (SO CUTE!!!)

• you sit with him, ron and the other gryffindor boys in their dorm, tearing through chocolate frogs and beartie-botts beans late one night. you and harry have the time of your lives, enjoying eachothers company and stealing kisses when the others aren’t looking. you like harry’s friends, infact they’re your friends too.

• you live in his lap when you’re hanging out in his dorm.

• he’s inadvertently VERY possessive, he’s always touching you somehow to assert this. usually you’re in his lap so its fine, but even then, he holds you in place by your hips. you feel him give you a squeeze whenever dean stares at you for too long.

• harry’s skin smells of the forest, something deep and masculine. you love how he smells. you’re always tucking your face into his neck when you cuddle.

• harry isn’t one for grand gestures despite having alot of money. so when he first tells you he loves you, its simple and sweet:

• you’re on one of your usual walks, along the grounds, and he stops behind you, draping his arms over your shoulders, and whispers warmly onto the shell of your ear,

• “i love you.”

• then he turns you around to face him, handing you a small photo of the both of you, one he’d had framed as a token of his affection.

• in the photo you sway and dance with harry, and smile down at one of the happiest moments of your life preserved in the frame.