Ship:Â Reader x Sam; OFC x Sam
Rating : Explicit
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Warnings: 18+ NSFW, unprotected sex, dub!con, non!con, witch curse
Summary: Sam and Dean try to do the challenge and the reader (who has a crush on Sam does everything she can to make him lose/fail!
Word Count: 1594
No Nut November Masterlist
âSAM!â Â Dean shouted as the younger brother was tripped by an unseen force and then thrown against a wall. Â Dean pulled his gun out as he turned around, but it fell from his hand as the force slammed him into an opposing wall.
âTsk tsk tsk,â Â The witch shook her finger as she stepped out of the shadows. Â âYou boys are in an awful lot of trouble.â Â She grinned menacingly.
âWhat are you waiting for, kill us already,â Â Sam groaned as the forcing holding him to the wall got tighter.
âI donât want to kill you,â Â Elayne said looking between the two men.
âNo, you just want to bore us with your monologue right, Pussy Galore?â Â Dean taunted.
âHow about you not talk?â Â She brushed her hand over Deanâs mouth. Â He looked at Sam, opened his mouth, and then closed it with a ticked off look to the witch.
âI know youâve been hunting me,â Â She said twirling the end of her hair absently. Â âBut I think you can help me.â
âWe would never help you,â Â Sam said seconds after Deanâs mouth opened again.
âNo voluntarily,â Â Elayne agreed, nodding her head. Â âBut that got me thinking. Â You guys give you DNA away like candy. Â Why wouldnât you give it to me?â
âWhat are you talking about?â Â Sam asked confused as he looked to Dean. Â The older brother shrugged. Â âWhy do you need our DNA?â
âI need the DNA of a possessed human for a spell,â Â The witch swatted the air in front of her like it was a stupid question. Â Dean threw his hands up in the air. Â âFine, you can talk.â
âThank you! Â We donât just go around throwing our DNA around willy nilly,â Â Dean crossed his arm as he spoke, not seeming to care that his feet werenât touching the ground.
âOh! Really? Â I must have you boys confused with other hunters then,â Â Elayne laughed at her own statement. Â âIâm sorry,â Â She giggled one last time recovering her composure. Â âIâll make you a deal, if you spill your DNA anywhere Iâm going to be there to collect it. Â So if someone cuts you,â Â She walked over to Sam and scratched a nail across his upper chest until there was a bright red line, but no blood. Â âYou wonât bleed but Iâll come to you and take your DNA then. Â Prove me wrong and I wonât cast my spell,â Â She looked between the brothers. Â âYou have one month. Â Trick or Treat.â
The brothers fell to the ground and Elayne disappeared.
âWhat the hell?â Â Dean asked when they had recovered.
âI donât know. Â But we should get out of here,â Â Sam said.
âWe need to stay in the motel,â Â Sam said as they got back to their room.
âFor the whole month of November?â Â Dean asked in disbelief.
âNot only that,â Â Sam said quietly as you came running and threw your arms around his neck.
âI was worried about you, what happened?â Â You asked pecking him on the cheek.
âNothing important. Â But Dean and I are gonna challenge ourselves this month,â Â Sam said feigning chipperness.
âWe are?â Â Dean asked unexcited.
âWe are gonna participate in -ahem- No nut November,â Â Sam said awkwardly as he gave Dean a pointed look and pulled himself away from you.
âWait what? Â Why? Â Youâve never done anything like that before. Â Whatâs really going on?â Â You asked looking suspiciously between Sam and Dean trying to figure out who would crack first.
âNo, Samâs right. Â We really want to do this,â Â Dean said, trying to cover the monotony in his voice.
âFine,â Â You said with a snarl, hating to be left out.
True to their words Sam and Dean stayed in the motel room all the time. Â You went out for food and even slept in a separate room. Â Despite your best efforts, Sam would barely even look at you, and when he did he looked sad. Â After not seeing the brothers for thanksgiving youâd had enough. Â Something was going on and they werenât telling you what it was. Â You knew they had secrets but this was the last straw. Â You called Samâs cellphone and told him you needed him, claiming it was urgent. Â You put on a see-through teddy and displayed yourself on the bed.
âI came as fast as I could, whatâs wr- oh,â Â Sam stared at you and let the door close behind him. Â You spread your legs to give him a full view and watched as he swallowed hard.
âI needed you desperately,â Â You whispered huskily.
âNo- I canât, Iâm sorry,â Â Sam said shaking his head.
âNovember is over tomorrow, I wonât tell Dean. Â Just come here and see how wet I am for you,â Â You tweaked a nipple through your clothes as Sam took a step toward you.
âWell, I guess the month is up,â Â Sam took his shirt off. Â
He laid with his face between your legs before lifting your hips. Â He licked at your dripping pussy and suckled your clit, forcing a small cry to leave your lips. Â You had never cum so hard on his mouth before, and your legs were red and tingling from his slight scruff. Â It was obvious that he hadnât been shaving very closely.
âSam I want you so badly,â Â You said as Sam crawled up your body and kissed you hard. Â He groaned as you felt his cock against your leg throb.
âI canât,â Â Sam pulled himself off of your body and grabbed his shirt before running out of the room.
âWhat happened to you?â Â Dean asked as Sam came back into the room panting.
âNothing,â Â Sam said fixing his shirt.
âYou went and saw her didnât you?â Â Dean asked knowingly.
âWhat are you talking about?â Â Sam asked looking at his brother.
âYou missed a spot,â Â Dean said pointing to his mouth and then at Samâs face. Â Samâs face dropped and he wiped desperately at his face. Â âI knew you wouldnât be able to hold out. Â At least sheâs not suspicious about our job yet?â Â When Sam looked at the floor Dean stood up. Â âYou get back over there and convince her everything is fine.â
âFine,â Â Sam said walking back out of the room.
âIâm sorry for rushing out like that,â Â Sam said as he came back into your room. Â You had curled up and rolled to look away from him. Â âCan you forgive me?â
âMaybe,â you said twirling the end of your hair. Â âMake it up to me?â Â You got up on your knees and showed off your glistening cunt and backside.
âFuck,â Â Sam groaned as he palmed his crotch through his denim.
âThatâs what I was thinking,â Â You giggled. Â Sam pulled his pants off and curled himself around your backside letting his cock press at your entrance.
âGod youâre so big,â Â You groaned as he started short thrusts to ease his way into you. Â âWhy did you wait so long to fuck me?â Â You asked.
âNeeded to get through November,â Â Sam grunted as you squeezed him tight. Â âItâs so close, I promise to make you cum, and then after midnight we can do this for real.â
âWhat?â Â You asked incredulously. Â
âWhatâs the matter?â Â Sam asked pulling out and slamming back in. Â âIs that not soon enough for you?â Â He chuckled at his joke.
You pulled yourself off of him before spinning around on the bed and pushing him back. Â He fell so that his head was hanging off the bed as you straddled him to keep him from falling off the rest of the way.
âItâs not soon enough,â Â Elayneâs voice came from where you had been a moment before and she took Samâs cock in her hand pumping him several times.
âYou bitch,â Â Sam said as he closed his eyes to keep himself under control.
âIâm a witch, thank you,â Â Elayne said rolling her eyes. Â âWhy canât you just give me what I want?!â
âCause youâre a witch,â Â Sam said breathing hard through his nose as Elayne teased him and did things to him that brought him closer to the edge than he thought he could be.
âYou were so close when you were here with your little friend earlier, but then you changed your mind. Â Apparently, sheâs not enough for you and you need something more,â Â Elayne snarled as she bent her head to lick at the crown of Samâs cock.
âWhat did you do to her?â Â Sam asked temporarily drawn away from his orgasm as you were mentioned.
âCum for me and Iâll give her back,â Â Elayne taunted as she took Samâs cock all the way to the back of her throat. Â Sam yelled in his sexual frustration. Â He was so close and felt like he was going to explode, but he knew he couldnât, even as Elayne moved to slide his full length inside of her.
âGet off of his you bitch!â Â You cried from the doorway as Dean kicked the door open.
âYeah, witch, what she said!â Â Dean yelled awkwardly.
âHeâs mine, itâs too late,â Â Elayne grinned as Samâs hips rutted up into her heat.
âShit,â Â Sam groaned as his control slipped.
âIâve got her,â Â Dean yelled as he lifted his gun and shot at her. Â She disappeared into thin air and Sam cried as his orgasm was ripped away from his grasp with her.
âSam!â Â You sobbed as you ran over and covered him. Â âYouâre going to be okay. Â Iâll help you,â Â You whispered so that Dean wouldnât hear.
âYeah, Iâm gonna go to the bar,â Â Dean said as he looked at a clock that read 11:58 p.m.
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Summary: Everyone has secrets, some good and some bad. Bree Wildes, a witch and god-daughter to the late Bobby Singer, is keeping far too many for Deanâs liking, leaving Sam torn between giving her the benefit of the doubt and his brotherâs suspicions. But what happens when the holidays cause Bree to come crashing down? Sometimes, we need someone to lean on, even if it breaks us.Â
Pairing: Sam x Witch!OFC
Warnings: angst, eventual fluff, eventual smut, mutual pining, mentions of depression, mentions of attempted sexual assault (nothing happens though), mentions of familial loss, asshole!Dean, mentions of past drug use, depictions of PTSD, mentions of past trauma, eventual holiday cheer
A/N: This is a bit indulgent for myself, encouraged by my therapist (thatâs not a note you see everyday); certain characters and situations I pulled from my own personal experiences while others are the âwhat ifsâ or are dramatized for the sake of the story. Story takes place in s12, beginning just before âLOTUSâ, and then diverging canon from there.
MAIN MASTERLIST - SAM MASTERLIST
CHAPTER 1 - CHAPTER 2 - CHAPTER 3
CHAPTER 4 - CHAPTER 5Â - CHAPTER 6
CHAPTER 7Â - CHAPTER 8Â - CHAPTER 9
CHAPTER 10Â - CHAPTER 11Â - CHAPTER 12
CHAPTER 13 - *END*
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Hi guys! After a couple years of telling myself that Iâm going to write a fic for Halloween, Iâve finally done it! Iâm honestly kind of proud of myself, but I donât think I wouldâve gotten it done if not for my wonderful cheerleaders and ego boosters: @thicksniallâ @stylishmuserâ @harrysdodgyanklesâ @takemedancingmaineâ @harrytheehottieâ @feminarrieâ @booksncoffeeâ @fireawaynjhâ @midnghtcitiesâ @pagesuponstpagesâ @almondharryâ
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This ended up being a long longer than I originally intended, so I will be posting it in two parts. Second part will be up tomorrow afternoon.
Thank you so much for reading!
Words: 13k
Warnings: Smut
Leaves crunched beneath three sets of feet as they trudged through the thick layer of fallen foliage that covered the forest floor. A crisp wind blew past the trio, whipping the girlâs hair around her face and ruffling the thick strands on the boysâ heads. The younger one was glad in that moment for the dramatic haircut heâd gotten just the month previous. Nothing was worse than trying to brush out his curly locks out after a windy day.
âWhy are we doing this, again?â Harry asked, trying to shove his hands further into the leather jacket he was wearing. Heâd much rather have been in a nice comfy jacket, maybe a nice fluffy jumper underneath, but no. Niall had been very adamant about both Harry and their other friend, the only girl in the group, Andie needing to be dressed in dark, âwitchyâ clothing for this occasion.
Niall was a photography major and needed some fall themed photos for a project. Andie had been his first choice as a model becauseâŚwell, she already fit the aesthetic so well.
Andie, whose full name was even Andromeda (how much cooler could she get?) dressed year round like the epitome of a modern witch. If an item of clothing wasnât black, it was blood red or deep purple, and she wore jewelry with symbols of the occult on it, and sometimes cats and bats. But that was because she thought the animals were cute. Whenever anyone ventured to ask why she dressed as she did, she simply shrugged and said, âI look cute.â
And she wasnât wrong. The dark pallet of her clothes contrasted with the pale smoothness of her skin and flaming red of her hair. Her eyes were the most peculiar part of her, though. While they were most typically a pale blue, nearly grey colour, if you looked at her long enough, her friends would swear theyâd turn purple.
So, Andie had been the obvious choice for the female model. Niall had mostly chosen Harry as a favour. Donât get him wrong, Harry was an extremely attractive man and had the looks for a model, but Niall was especially being a good friend.
For as long as the two had known each other, Harry had harboured a huge crush on Andromeda.
Theyâd first met their first year of uni in an English class, where theyâd been the only two people whoâd completed the summer assignment of reading Pride & Prejudice. Theyâd joked together about the incompetency of their peers, and the rest was history.
Harry had obviously been first taken with her looks, because she had this almost otherworldly quality about her that was hard not to be drawn to upon first glance. But, very quickly, heâd realised her personality was exactly the type to which he responded most. She was quick and witty with enough dry humour to catch him off guard for just a moment before he started laughing. When heâd first brought her around his other mates, like Niall and Louis, theyâd initially been a little taken aback by her appearance, but one joke about one of her professors that both Louis and Niall had the semester before, and it was like theyâd all been the best of mates for years. Sheâd been hanging out with them ever since.
It had now been two years, and Harry had still not done anything to make it known that he was interested in her romantically. Everyone except for Andie knew about it, so his other friends had taken to trying to work their magic to get them together in different scenarios that had them spending ample amount of time together. Harry had yet to make a move, though, and he was running out of time. This was their last year at uni and then who knew where theyâd all end up?
âBecause the wind will do great things for Andieâs hair. And the leaves are pretty. Just stop complaininâ and thisâll go quick,â Niall told him.
Andie chuckled at both Harryâs whinging and Niallâs snappy response. Those two were like and old married couple. Andie found it endearing.
âOh, perk up, Harry,â she encouraged, shoving her shoulder into his own. The heeled boots she was wearing got them closer to a similar height, so when she looked at him, she didnât have to look up to meet his eyes. âItâs a beautiful day out, even with the wind. Now, put on your Blue Steel and take some proper photos for our dear Niall.â
Harry grumbled nonsense under his breath until they reached the clearing Andie had suggested to Niall as the setting for his photoshoot. It was a place she liked to come to get away for a little while when the constant happenings of the world for to be too much. It had an energy pulse to it that was calming and cleansing. It was good when she needed a breather.
It was also her prime spot for casting spells that required more than she inherently possessed in her being.
This particular spot in the forest just outside of the bustling center of Surrey was filled with ancient energy that had been infused by witches before her. There was an ancient enchantment placed around it that connected it directly to the energy at the core of the earth, coupled with the ageless magical energy. It was like a safe haven for all witches  of pure intentions and those that needed its protection. Andie had chosen to attend uni here specifically to be close to this magical wonder.
Meeting Harry and Niall had been a happy coincidence. And keeping her status as a certified witch the whole time was nothing short of a miracle.
âThis is beautiful, Andie,â Niall exalted, looking around. âIt feels soâŚâ Niall took a deep breath and sighed, âgood.â
Even mortals could feel the good energy of this place.
This spot in the woods was almost completely cleared of trees and plants, aside from the plush grass. However, sat directly in the middle of the clearing was a large, pitch black rock. It was an obsidian boulder, which was a great medium for harnessing magical energy when more than a witch possessed was needed for a spell. Andie had spent many a full mood with artifacts surrounding the rock, incantations falling naturally from her tongue.
âThis is pretty sick, mate,â Niall awed, running his fingers over the smooth surface of the stone. Andie couldnât be sure if mortals could feel it, but the rock emitted a thrumming flow of energy, like a satisfied cat purring in your lap. She wasnât even touching it, and the stone was sending a steady vibration through her being. Just standing there was making the magic that flowed through her system surge with the need to be used. This was not one of those visits, however.
âI figured it would be good for the shoot. Itâs very autumn-y,â Andie agreed.
Harry joined them and ran his hand over the stone. His eyebrows raised in surprise. âItâs warm,â he marveled. He looked up to the sky. It was completely overcast that day, rain definitely threatening, and it had been since theyâd woken that morning. He was confused as to how the stone could be so warm with no obvious source of heat.
âObsidian is said to have magical properties,â Andie told him, tongue-in-cheek, trying not to laugh at her private inside joke. âMaybe youâre a little magical yourself, Harry.â
Andie watched as Harryâs cheeks tinged pink over her comment. She knew of Harryâs crush on her. In all honesty, she had a crush on him too. And she would have acted on it long ago, but she couldnât risk Harryâs safety with her magical abilities. By simply being a witch, she was constantly at threat of being found and attacked. Everyone thought the witch trials had ended in the eighteenth century, but they were wrong. There were still the select few that targeted witches because of bizarre religious views, sort of like they prosecuted gays and certain races. And while those witch hunters were few and far between, she couldnât risk getting closer to anyone than necessary. Even if it was just to prevent him from finding out her secret, it was all for the best.
However, it didnât mean she would turn down the opportunity to shamelessly and harmlessly flirt with him and get him a little flustered.
Niall quickly called the two to order to get to work. The sun would be setting in about half an hour, and they had to get the whole shoot done in that time. Heâd be able to take a set of them while the sun was actively setting, to really capture the essence of autumn, the sun blazing through the gaps in the leaves that were turning colours with the onset of the season. They were going to turn out beautiful.
Andie was trying to help Harry pose in a more causal position against the obsidian rock when an overwhelming sense of dread flooded through her body, nearly drawing her to her knees. She braced herself against the rock and Harry reached out for her, asking if she was alright. Honestly, Andie wasnât sure, because sheâd never felt something so strong and draining before. It stole her breath from her lungs, leaving her gasping. When Harry grasped at her elbows, it was like the contact burned, searing her skin. She looked around them with bleary eyes, sensing there must be something around them that was causing her such a severe reaction, given that sheâd never had such an interaction with Harry before.
Just over Harryâs shoulder, she spotted a smoky, dark figure, menacing in just the way it made Andromeda feel, like something was tugging at her heart. It was shrouded in a dark, wispy cloak and the feet and hands that peeked around the edges were skeletal with bits of flesh clinging to it, like a decaying corpse. Andie had never seen one personally before, but sheâd recognise the entity anywhere. It was a wraith. There was no telling how long it had been wandering the earth, but it was most likely the result of an immortality spell gone wrong.
Witches were already at a high predisposition to live longer lives than humansâtypically around 150 to 175 yearsâbut some sought out to live forever. There were more steadfast methods to achieve this, like drinking from The Fountain of Youth or consuming a tea steeped from the leaves of to Everlasting Tree, but both were rare to come by for the typical witch. There were spells that claimed to cast eternity on the witch who performed it, but if even the slightest mistake was made or the witch did not harness the correct amount of power, a wraith was borne from the offered life force of that witch. These dark entities were doomed to an eternity roaming the earth, seeking out life forces to steal to sate their own need for vitality. Before they administered their final, soul-sucking touch, theyâd latch onto their target and slowly but surely submerge them into a crippling depression, priming them for offering over their very soul and all their energy when the wraith was ready.
And this one had just attached itself to Harryâs flourishing life force.
~*~*~*~*~
âHey, S, I need your help,â Andromeda hushed out into her mobile, Niall and Harry walking a few paces ahead of her, back to Harryâs car. Andie was doing her best to cast the protective spell sheâd long ago placed over herself over Harry to keep the wraith at bay. It wasnât the strongest ward she could conjure up, but it was what she could manage around two mortals without an active incantation or new spell altogether.
âWhatâs going on?â Sarah asked, sounding like sheâd been pulled from sleep, which was entirely possible. When Sarah wasnât busy being one of the senior witches in their coven, she played in a band that typically took gigs in bars and pubs. Sheâd probably been out until three in the morning before going straight to her job at the local chemist at five. She typically got off at one in the afternoon and went straight to bed. Given the hour, she was probably only asleep for three or four hours before Andie called. Sheâd be more apologetic, but this was sort of an emergency.
âHarryâs got a wraith attached to him,â she whispered frantically into the mouthpiece, watching to make sure Harry and Niall werenât paying attention to her. They were still walking beside each other, laughing about who knew what.
âYouâre fuckinâ kidding,â she gasped, suddenly sounding much more awake.
âObviously not. Iâm keepinâ it back with a pretty typical warding spell, but itâs not gonna last. I donât know enough about this stuff to do anything about it.â
âKeep Harry close for awhile. Do what you can with the warding spells. Iâm gonna visit a friend who might be able to help,â Sarah said, already sounding like she was getting dressed. âMaybe ask your mum if she can add some strength tho these wards.â
âNo way,â Andie vehemently disagreed. âShe figures out I got my friends close enough to magic to attract a wraith and sheâll kill me.â
âOh, câmon,â Sarah scoffed. âAnyone can attract a wraith, magical or not. Theyâre life suckers. They donât care where the source is coming from. Coulda happened at any time.â
âI took them to the clearing,â Andie told her.
Sarah was silent for a few beats, obviously realising it was no coincidence that Harry had been latched onto by the demon. âOkay, donât tell her that part.â
Andie choked out a laugh, covering it with a cough so she wouldnât draw too much attention to herself as Harry held the passenger door open for her once they reached his car. She thanked him and slid into the front seat.
âAlright, Iâll do what I can. Let me know when you figure something out,â she told Sarah. The older woman agreed and they hung up.
Andromeda watched with apprehension as the wraith lingered outside the car, unable to interfere directly with the human world. It just followed alongside the car as it traveled back to the university. The ward that Andromeda cast around the car was keeping it further than it would normally follow, creating a physical barrier that it couldnât cross. While from what she knew about wraiths, it would linger around Harry for weeks, if not months, before executing its final blow, she was erring on the side of caution. Sheâd spend every second of everyday with Harry until they figured out how to get rid of this thing if thatâs what it would take. She wouldnât let harm come to her best friend because of her stupid decision to bring them to a magical space. She thought the protections put around the clearing was enough to keep out all the nastiness of the magical world, but apparently the energy emanating from it was enough to attract the desperate ones, too. Her mistake.
Andie was too focused on keeping up the stretch of her spell to notice the silent interaction Harry and Niall were having via the rearview mirror. Niall had initially tickled the back of Harryâs neck between the bars in the headrest to get his attention, and then started making expressions with his eyebrows and mouthing words to his friend in the reflection. Niall was trying to silently convince Harry to ask Andie to hang out further, since it was a Thursday and neither of them had class the following day. It wasnât unheard of for Harry and Andie to hang out together, separate from the rest of their friends, but Niall needed Harry to make it very apparent that his intentions werenât just about friendship. They only had this year left to get their shit together, and Niall wanted to see it happen, if not for Harryâs sake, then for his.
Harry eventually rolled his eyes and nodded, relenting to his friendâs insistence. It wasnât that he didnât want to hang out alone with Andie, he just didnât want to make it awkward when she realised he liked her as more than a friend. But he supposed he had to swallow his pride and get on with it at some point, and there was no time like the present. And there was nothing like two years of silent pining to make a guy want to finally make a move.
As they got closer to campus, Harry cleared his throat intentionally to get Andieâs attention, since she seemed pretty spaced out, her eyes focused on some invisible point just beyond the passenger window. She very slowly turned her head away from whatever she was staring at, and only tore her eyes away at the very last second, before looking at Harry. She had an expectant look on her face.
âWas wonderinâ if you and Niall wanted to hang out at mine. Have some beers, watch a movie?â he suggested, already knowing Niall was planning to decline. They obviously hadnât decided on a concrete plan, but Niall would jump at any opportunity to get those two alone.
âSorry, mate, canât,â he declined, genuinely sounding solemn. He honestly probably was, since he wouldnât get to witness two yearâs of handiwork on his and Louisâ part finally coming to fruition. But it was for the greater good. âNeed to get to work on editinâ. Lots to do before I turn these in.â
Harry nodded. âRight. What about you, A?â
Andromeda had to work to prevent her face from lighting up at his suggestion. The whole ride over, sheâd been trying to work up a way to get Harry to keep spending time with her so she could keep her eyes on him while Sarah was of getting whatever information they needed from her mysterious source. However, she hadnât been anticipating him handing her a reason on a silker platter.
Instead, she gave him a small smile, like she usually would when she was agreeing to hand out with him. âSounds good. Take me home first, though? I need to get some stuff.â
Her and Harry usually ended up staying at the otherâs flat overnight when they did movies, so her request wasnât odd. While she would get some things to change into, she also needed a few things to complete a protection spell over Harry, so that heâd be safe, even when he wasnât in her presence. Sheâd still spend as much time with him as possible until they could figure out how to drive off the wraith, but she couldnât be with him all day, everyday. They still had classes and jobs to get to and lives to live that made that impossible. Sheâd cast this more general spell first in order to give him a layer of protection, and then sheâd get to work on finding a spell that more specifically warded off dark entities. Maybe her mum would have information on such matters. She was a member of the enclave, so the protection of magical beings and mortals alike was sort of her specialty.
They dropped Niall off first, so that he could get to his editing. Then Harry drove Andie to her flat. She insisted he come up with her, since she didnât want him left waiting in the car. She had a bunch of things to gather and a cat to feed, after all. Not to mention, the projection of her warding spell only cast so far, and three levels up and two hundred yards away from the car park were a bit out of her range. She was powerful, but no simple spell had that sort of distance, unless it was cast on the other individual.
Harry fed Beelzebub, Andieâs three year old black cat, while she was off in her room, getting a bag together. Bub, as Harry affectionately shortened his name, seemed to have a permanent scowl on his face that sort of begged off anyone new that hadnât been around him before, but Harry knew better. While Bubâs eyes looked like they were set in a constant furrow, he was a really sweet cat that loved chin scratches and head butted anyone that was at the appropriate height. Which was exactly why he hopped up on the arm of the couch, next to where Harry was sitting, after heâd finished his meal. He dipped his head to bump the top of it against Harryâs chin and promptly began purring. Harry gave Bub a good rub down, starting at his chin, working his way over the top of his head, and down his back, lingering at that place toward his tail that made him arch his back.
By the time Harry had completed the circuit a few times, Andie had rejoined him. She tapped the toe of her boot against his to draw his attention from the cat that was currently impersonating a motorbike on his lap. Andie had never known Beelzebub to purr so loud until Harry had made his first visit to her flat two years previous. Heâd promptly sat himself in Harryâs lap and flipped over to expose his belly. He starting purring as soon as Harry scratched his fingers down the vulnerable pudge, and the rest was history.
Bub had been bestowed some magical properties upon his adoption into Andieâs life, as was normal for pets of witches, so he was more sophisticated and intelligent than a typical house catâwhich were pretty smart anywayâbut that didnât mean he was above endless scratches and rubs.
âReady?â Andie asked.
Harry looked from the cat in his lap to his friend stood in front of him. âWhy donât we just bring Bub with us? Heâll be fine at mine for a night.â
âThen who would be here to scare away any potential freaks that try to get into my flat?â Andie argued, sending a wink Bubâs way. He gave a short, succinct mew, as he knew his main duty when Andromeda was gone was to guard all the magical and nonmagical things that resided in her flat. Bub may only be a seven pound cat, but he wasnât just claws and teeth. Those magical properties had been bestowed upon him for a reason.
âFine. I just feel bad leavinâ him here by himself,â Harry said. He scooped Beelzebub up from his lap and set him down on the cushion beside him. He rubbed his head against Harryâs thigh as he stood. Andie swore that if the cat wasnât magically tied to her, heâd have found a permanent home with Harry by now. He loved her, sure, but he had some weird obsession with her friend.
âHeâs a tough guy, heâll be fine,â Andie assured, not for the first time. Every time they went from Andieâs flat to Harryâs, there was always a brief conversation where Harry tried to get Andie to take Bub to his for the night. She wasnât really sure why Harry didnât just get his own cat, considering it seemed he wanted one so bad. She had thought about maybe looking into cats for adoption for him on more than one occasion over the years theyâd known each other.
The ride back to Harryâs flat was quick. They only lived a few blocks away from each other, which was nice when they were in the need of company at odd hours of the day. She was able to walk to his flat in less than five minutes at any given time of day, and it was a fairly lit path, so it felt okay to walk at night. While she was protected pretty well from all things supernatural, she wasnât immune to human predators.
Harry was in the process of getting something together for them to eat when Sarah called Andie back. She walked back into Harryâs room, where she knew she could get a bit of privacy, before pressing the green button.
âWhatâd you find out?â she asked, getting straight to the point. Time was of the essence with this thing, and they didnât have any to waste.
âI just got into contact with my lady. She doesnât know anything off the top of her head, but sheâs looking.â
âLooking? Sarah, I need answers. I can feel this thing lurking. I got stuff to place his own warding spell on him, but itâs not gonna hold it back long.â
âWell, itâs a good thing heâs got one of the worldâs most powerful witches with him,â Sarah told her firmly. âI trust you can keep ahold of this thing. Talk to your mum. And Iâll get to you as soon as my source gets back to me. Sheâs good, Andie, but thereâs barely any literature on wraiths. Weâre doing what we can.â
Andie groaned and leaned her head against the door frame of Harryâs room. âI know. Iâm sorry. Itâs justâŚheâs my best mate.â
âAnd youâre in love with him, I get it,â Sarah assured.
âWait, what?â Andie asked, head shooting up from her slouched position. âWhat are you talking about?â
âOh, câmon, Andromeda, donât play dumb.â
Andie sighed, lightly banging her head against the doorjamb. âDoesnât matter. Nothing can happen. But I need him safe.â
Sarah was silent for a few moments on the other end of the line. Finally she said, âHe will be. Give me a couple days.â
~*~*~*~*~
When Harry fell asleep that night, Andie went about very quietly setting up all the things she needed to perform her warding spell. Considering Harry was one of the heaviest sleepers sheâd ever metâheâd slept through not one, but three fire alarms in their dorm building their first year of uniâ, she didnât bother with a silencing charm for the a spell that wasnât going to take her longer than ten minutes to perform.
She carefully placed her four stones at the compass points of Harryâs living room, creating a magical energy barrier around the flat and its resident. She then unfolded a small tapestry with the symbol of the three goddesses, the ultimate symbol of protection in her family line. Anyone bestowed with a protective ward by a person of her lineage on this symbol was set against anything that could try to intrude upon their lives. The wraith was a different sort of entity, of course, but it would keep it at bay as long as Andromeda kept up the protection. It wasnât a fail-safe, but it would have to do until they got a better answer.
Andie set the Harryâs token in the center of the middle moon on the tapestry. Sheâd been a bit of a creep and found Harryâs hair brush in the bathroom and collected his hair off of it. She supposed she could have found his pair of reading glasses and used those, but there was always a chance that a token that didnât contain the subjectâs DNA could render the spell void, and that was a chance she wasnât willing to take. So she made sure his little clump of gathered hair was within the center moon before stepping back from her tapestry.
She waved her hand in a sweeping motion over the room, lighting all the ritual candles sheâd placed in the room, lighting it in an eery haze. She closed her eyes against the sudden onslaught of energy she felt surge through her body, taking a deep breath to properly channel it. Her body knew when some more powerful magic was about to be used and it rushed through her veins, lighting them on fire in a way that was supremely pleasant. If she had to compare it to anything a mortal would experience, it would be like that feeling right before an orgasm, where every inch of your body was on edge, waiting for that one last thing that finally pushed you over. She could see why lesser witches could get addicted to the act of using magic like this.
Andie rubbed her fingers into her palms, that sensation sparking, and then held them both over the tapestry sheâd placed on the floor. With one last deep breath, she began muttering the warding incantation under her breath. It was a slew of Latin words she knew by heart. It was one of the first spells a young witch learned, since it was relatively simple, but powerful when done correctly. Sheâd memorised the words by the time she was eight, and she was glad to not have to cart around a spell book everywhere she went.
She was only into her second line of incantation when there was a crashing sound from the hallway. She gasped and opened her eyes, her eyes automatically locking on Harryâs wide, shocked ones. Andie couldâve sworn in that moment that they both were not breathing. Harry was frozen in shock but Andie was frozen with the fear of being caught. She was still composed enough to take in the fact that Harry was in nothing but a pair of boxers and an entirely too large jumper that nearly hung off his shoulder and covered down the tips of his fingers. Such a contrast to the tight jeans and leather jacket heâd been wearing earlier in the day. Her heart would have leaped at the sight of him if she wasnât completely hung up on the fact that her biggest secret had just been revealed to her best friend.
âWhat the fuck?â Harry finally uttered.
âShit,â she spat. With a dismissive wave of her hand, the candles all blew out and the lights overhead turned on, bathing the room in a more normal light.
âWhat the fuck?â he asked again, louder this time, more emotion laced in his voice.
âHarry, I can explain,â she told him, reaching her hand out in a calming motion.
He stumbled back into a small cabinet he had in the middle of his hall. âJesus. Your eyes wereâŚâ
âPurple, I know,â she appeased, trying her best to use a soothing voice. She knew he was more than a little surprised and possibly equal amounts of freaked out, and she didnât want to exasperate it. She never wanted for him to find out she was a witch, especially like this, right in the middle of a spell. Granted, it was a spell for his protection, and one of the simpler setups that could be going on in his flat, but it was still a shock to mortals witnessing it for the first time.
âWhatâŚâ
âHarry, why donât you sit down? Lemme finish this, and then weâll talk.â At this point, his protection was more important than whatever potential shock he was in. While her heart was sort of breaking from the concerned look on his face, she needed to do this.
Harry stumbled into the first chair in his living room, sort of sliding himself into it over the arm, never taking his eyes off of her. âWhat isâŚthis, exactly?â
With a snap, the artificial overhead lights went out again, and a wave of the hand brought the candles back up to full flame. âA protective ward. A simple spell, but you canât interrupt me, Harry.â
Harry nodded his head in a sort of mindless, perpetual motion, muttering some sort of affirmations to himself under his breath. Andie was sure he was trying to convince himself this was all normal, but she didnât really have time to fret over him in that moment. She had more important business to complete.
Andie raised her hands out, palm down, over the center of her tapestry again, and she began reciting the incantation quickly under her breath. Harry watched as the flames in the candles grew brighter and larger as her chanting went on, admittedly getting concerned when they started flickering violently, like there was a strong gust of wind in the room. Adversely, it felt like all the air had been sucked out of the atmosphere, a ringing taking up residence in his ears. Andieâs eyes were darting back and forth quickly under her lids, lashes fluttering. Sparks of electricity seemed to be erupting from the ends of her fingers, creating a crackling, static sensation in the room. Harry felt like his skin was tingling. He was in too much of a daze to really be concerned about anything, though. His best friend was currently doing what was arguably magic in his living room.
Andieâs volume of muttering rose until she was speaking at regular volume, and the light of the flames seemed to brighten to almost that of natural daylight. Harry sunk himself deeper into the cushion of the chair heâd claimed as the spell seemed to be coming to a head. The energy surged in the room, making the hairs on Harryâs body stand on end. A cold chill flashed down his spine as her chanting stopped and Andieâs eyes flashed open to meet his just before the candles all blew out at once. There was no mistaking it. Her eyes had been glowing a bright purple in that second before everything went dark.
~*~*~*~*~
Harry had remained silent and unmoving the entire time Andie had been cleaning up from her spell. She could have just magically whisked everything into her bag, but she figured one magical happening was enough for the night.
She had gotten him a glass of water and placed it into his amazingly steady hands. Then sheâd helped him from his seat and walked with him to his bedroom. He seemed to still be in shock, so sheâd laid him down in his bed, back where heâd rumpled the sheets from earlier, and turned to leave. She could understand his despondency, so she was going to give him the night to sleep it off, and if in the morning he wanted her to piss off, sheâd leave. But for now, she would stick by him, just in case.
âWait,â Harry called, his hand grabbing her wrist as sheâd turned to walk out of his room.
Andromeda looked down to his hand that was burning into her skin, up his arm and to his face, his head already resting on the pillow. Heâd lost that vacant look in his eyes and he was now looking at her like he always had: with a little bit of adoration and a lot of honest interest. The bright green of his eyes scanned over her face, most likely looking for something that would make her look like the monster she was sure he thought she was after everything heâd witnessed. She never wanted Harry to think she was anything else but just herself, but she wouldnât blame him if he told her to leave and never come back. It wasnât easy to deal with and accept that your best friend from the last couple years was a witch. Not even Harry could feasibly be that understanding.
âYeah?â
âI donât hate you,â he said bluntly.
Andieâs eyebrows furrowed. âHow did youâŚâ
âI can see it on your face,â he shrugged. âAnd I know you. I donât hate you. Iâm shocked as fuck, but Iâm okay. Weâre okay.â
Andromeda let her eyes roam over his face for several moments, taking in his smooth features. He looked okay, as far as external emotions went, and he was verbally telling her that he was okay. She supposed she had no choice but to believe him. He still had to know why he had walked in on her doing magic in his living room, though. âIâm just trying to protect you,â she whispered.
âFrom what?â Harry asked. His thumb was now gently gliding over Andieâs wrist where his hand was still clasped.
âItâs a long story.â
âIâve got time.â
Andie could tell from the look of determination in his eyes that she wasnât going to get out of this one. When Harry had his heart set on something, it was very hard to get him off the scent.
With a sigh, she gently shook off Harryâs grip and bent down to take off her socks and then her jeans. She should have been more apprehensive about slipping into Harryâs bed without her trousers on, but, honestly, it was a semi-regular occurrence when they had sleepovers. She wasnât willing to sacrifice her comfort for some weird perception of modesty.
She slid under the covers Harry was holding up, nestling in on the pillow his own head was occupying. He dropped the blankets back over her, and she pulled it up to just under her chin. She felt Harryâs warm feet slide past her own, and she didnât hesitate to tuck her toes between his calfs. For all the energy constantly flowing through her body, her toes were always frozen. And Harry was always hot. It was a no-brainer.
âWhere should I start?â
It took Andie nearly an hour to get through her explanation to Harry, the whole time silently thanking him for remaining quiet and holding off to ask all the questions she could see swimming in his eyes. When she finally sighed after she finished, he surprised her by not asking all those questions she was sure he had been holding back the whole time. Instead, he just slung an arm around her waist, pulled her closer as he let his eyes fall shut, and whispered a quiet thanks. Andie was shocked by his behavior, but not enough to let it prevent her from swiftly falling asleep, comfortably resting in his arms.
~*~*~*~*~
âSo the whole witch trials thing in America?â
âI mean, itâs possible someone was actually a witch, but as far as any witch history can tell, they were just victims of a crazy strict Christian society that saw anything that was âotherâ as bad and dubbed it as witchcraft. Thereâs a chance someone was practicing hoodoo or something similar, but we donât think there were any legitimate witches there.â
âAnd hoodoo is different from witchcraft?â
Andie took a sip from her latte before answering. âTheyâre both magic, technically, but they garner their power from different sources. Hoodoo is mostly based in the spiritual, sort of like a religion. Thereâs a lot of tie to the afterlife and the power passed beings can offer. Whereas witchcraft is based on the existing energy in the earth and its creations. Every living being on earth has the ability to harness this energy, witches were just bred inadvertently to have better control. When I cast spells, I can feel it in my every cell.â
Harry nodded, looking thoughtful as he peered down into the hot chocolate heâd ordered. âI sort of noticed that last night. I could physically feel it run through my body when youâd completed the spell.â
Andie hummed. âItâs not uncommon for the recipient of a spell, especially protective ones, to experience an energy transfer upon completion of the ritual. In a nutshell, Iâve connected my magical energy to you in order to keep you protected from any sort of magical harm. As best as I can anyway. Some magical and supernatural entities have a bit more power than I can put into a basic warding spell.â
âAnd Iâm reckoning wraiths are one of those entities.â
Harry and Andie locked eyes, and she was reluctant to nod her confirmation.
The duo had stayed up until nearly three in the morning, Andromeda best explaining what she could about her being a witch and why it was that she was taking extra steps to put a protective ward around Harry. Heâd accepted it easily enough, but she was pretty sure it was just because he was starting to drift off into sleep.
When theyâd woken that morning, she was expecting to be in bed alone, Harry off somewhere freaking out over everything that had happened in the wee hours of the morning. Instead, sheâd opened her eyes and immediately been confronted with Harryâs own green ones, seeming nearly translucent in the morning light steaming through his window. Their legs were tangled together, so tightly that Andie wasnât really sure who's limbs were whoâs. Their noses were nearly touching, both their heads resting on one pillow despite Harry having a pretty spacious queen bed. And while theyâd woken up plenty of times snuggled together after a sleep over, theyâd never woken up that close.
If Harry was startled by it, it didnât show. Heâd simply smiled at her before placing a soft kiss on her nose. Heâd suggested heading to the cafe around the block for breakfast, and here they were, only twenty minutes later.
Andie wasnât really sure what to make of it, but she was going to act like it was any other day if that was the way Harry wanted to play it.
âUnfortunately.â
âWhat about them is so special?â Harry wondered, swirling his mug, most likely to mix up some of the chocolate that had settled at the bottom.
âWraiths are created when dark magic goes wrong. Usually a resurrection ritual. If itâs performed incorrectly or the witch isnât channeling enough energy from the right sources, something goes haywire, and the result is a manifestation of all that, since it canât be channeled to whatever resurrection the witch was trying to perform.â
âThereâs a difference in magic types?â Harry asked, his brows puckering in confusion. Andie would think it was adorable if they werenât in the middle of a very serious conversation.
Who was she kidding? She thought it was adorable regardless of the topic.
âOf course. I like to think of magic like the internet.â Andie grabbed a napkin from the dispenser at the end of the table and looked for a pen in her purse. Coming up empty, she glanced at Harry and pressed a finger to her lips, telling him to keep quiet about what she was about to do. She rubbed her fingers together before pressing the tip of her pointer finger to the napkin. It started writing like a pen onto the paper, and Harry emitted a startled gasp before quieting down.
Andie drew out a triangle and then a line through the top of the shape, imitating an iceberg in water.
âThe tip is the surface magic. Itâs about ten percent of the entire magical ability of the universe.â She drew an arrow to the small section at the top and labeled it. âHypothetically speaking, anyone can access this part of magic if they really wanted to and dedicated their time to learning how. But all witches can harness this magic pretty effortlessly. Some spells are a little harder than others, but it should be no real strain on a witch.â
She drew a dotted line about halfway through the rest of the triangle that was under the waterline sheâd drawn. She made another label for the center portion. âThis is what weâll call advanced magic. This can only be accessed with dedication and an ability to harness energy from other sources, like the earth and crystals and natural phenomena. New moon, blood moon, eclipses, all that. Itâs a bit more of a stretch for most witches, but it can be achieved with a bit of hard work. Witches with an inherently stronger bloodline can pretty easily access this portion.â
Andie finally circled the lowest portion. âAnd this is dark magic. Itâs all the stuff that betrays the laws of nature. Necromancy, possession, time travel, teleportation. When a witch fucks it up somehow, bad things can happen. Usually to the witch trying to perform the ritual, but sometimes to nature itself. Thus, wraiths are created.â
âAnd now Iâve got the result of botched dark magic following me around?â Andie nodded. âLove that for myself.â
Andie couldnât help the snort of laughter that escaped. Harry wasnât one to commonly use popular slang or phrases, so when he did, it was startlingly hilarious.
âWhile Iâm glad you can joke about it, itâs not something to take lightly. Iâm workinâ on getting some information about how to get rid of it. Either just disconnecting it from you or putting it back in whatever hell hole it came from.â
âConsiderinâ that thing was made from dark magic, sounds like gettinâ rid of it is gonna be hard,â Harry sighed, pushing his mug away from him.
Andie paused. How was she going to tell her best friend that she was part of the most pure witch bloodline in the world? That her mother was pretty much the strongest witch that had ever lived? That she herself was bound for that same tier once she hit her twenty-fifth birthday? It wasnât exactly something you just drop on an unsuspecting mortal. Though, she supposed you didnât just tell them you were a witch, either. Given the extenuating circumstances, maybe it wasnât the most shocking thing heâd heard that day. And hopefully all the revelations wouldnât get her in trouble with her mum or the council. She had an obligation to protect the mortal world from any magical threat, and Harry was her best friend.
âCan we go back to mine?â Andie suggested. She grabbed the napkin sheâd drawn on and crumpled it up in her fist before shoving it in her pocket. No need for any curious waitress to come along and see that.
âSure. Wanna go get my car?â Harry asked.
Andie shook her head. âNo, follow me.â
âAndie, your flat is a ten minute drive. Thatâs nearly an hour walk.â
âWho said anything about walking?â
âPlease tell me youâve got a broom.â
Andie laughed and shook her head, leading him out the doors and into a deserted alley.
~*~*~*~*~
âI thought you said teleportation was dark magic.â
âThereâs ways around most of the magical no-noâs,â Andie shrugged, dropping her bag by her front door. âConjuring a portal is not technically teleportation. It requires an already established ending point. So, this mirror, for example.â She pointed at the mirror right by the front door of her flat that theyâd just stepped through. âIâve bewitched it to act as a portal. I can  arrive to it from any given location, and I can use it to access other portals. But I canât just decide in the middle of my day to pop into Paris for an afternoon trip. Unless I knew a specific portal location.â
Harry gazed at the mirror for a few moments, probably trying to see if there was anything physically out of the ordinary from any other vertical mirror heâd ever seen. He eventually gave a short nod and said, âNeat.â
Andie started the kettle on the stove as she regaled to Harry the importance of her family line.
âMy family can be traced back to, likeâŚthe inception of witches,â she told him. âAnd thereâs only three families that can say that. So, those three families have always made up the council, as well as elected witches from prominent covens.â
âYou have a council?â Harry asked, tucking himself beside her as she prepared their teas. Her kitchen wasnât very big, so it wasnât difficult to be in each otherâs space, but this was intentional. Heâd pressed himself into the sliver of space between where she stood and the counter, not seeming to have any care that her elbow was brushing against him with every move that she made.
âWitches need governing bodies, Harry,â she said pointedly. âWhy do you think dark magic is considered taboo? That wasnât just something every witch decided on independently. In the early nineteenth century, it was voted on by the council that the usage of dark magic is punishable by death, if that witch hadnât killed themselves in the process.â
âThis sounds a lot like that season of American Horror Story,â he commented.
Andie smirked. Harry and her had watched all the seasons together on Netflix the previous summer.
âSort of,â she shrugged. âWe have rules and laws and our own judicial system, essentially. But the whole competition for Supreme thing and those weird tests arenât true.â
âSo no, like, Queen Witch, then?â
Andie bobbled her head around, a mix between and nod and a shake. âNot necessarily. Some witches are more powerful than others, based on bloodline. But that doesnât give them superiority over other witches.â
âAnd Iâm guessinâ youâre in one of those bloodlines.â
She glanced over at him while pouring the water in their mugs, trying to gauge his reaction. His face was almost annoyingly still, betraying no real emotion beside his genuine interest. There was no telling what he was really thinking. Considering all that heâd been made privy to, Andie reckoned this stuff was easy.
âYeah. My mum is the oldest living female of the succession, so sheâs considered the most powerful. And as her daughter, Iâm second in line.â
âDo men ever possess that title?â
She shook her head. âNo. Not unless there are no other females. So like, if I had a brother, and both my mum and I died, heâd acquire that power.â
âWhat if you never have kids? What happens then?â
âMy mum has two younger sisters. The line would fall to her and her children.â
âSo, itâs kinda a royal family situation?â
âPretty much. Except female-oriented.â
âWhy is that? Do you know?â
Andie handed off his tea, prepared just the way he liked it, with a dash of milk and one spoonful of sugar. Andie preferred hers plain.
âItâs got to do with females being able to bear children, and their inherent connection with the earth because of it.â
Harry was quiet for a few moments, seeming to finally take a moment to think things over. Andie ushered him into her living room, where Beelzebub was napping contently on the arm of her couch. Darn thing hadnât even stirred when Andie and Harry had stepped into the room, simply opening one eye to see who it was. When heâd deemed them nonthreatening, heâd closed it and went back to sleep.
After nearly five whole minutes of silence, Harry spoke up.
âIs this all to say that if anyone can get this fuckinâ thing off my back, itâs you?â
Andie paused before giving him a reluctant nod. âYep.â
He was quiet again, staring pensively into his tea, which heâd only taken a couple tentative sips out of. Suddenly, but with a sureness Andie was almost surprised to see out of him, Harry reached his hand out and grabbed onto the one she had resting in her lap. He slotted their fingers together and gave it a brief, tight squeeze before looking up at her.
âIâm glad itâs you.â
~*~*~*~*~
Until Andie got some answers or leads, she insisted that Harry stay with her in her flat when he wasnât in class or at work. She was hoping that the ward sheâd put up around him, as well as the protections sheâd put up around her flat were enough to keep the wraith far enough away to let Harry carry on like normal. It seemed to be working, as sheâd never seen the thing more than one hundred yards away at any given time. And when Harry couldnât be in the protection of her home or in her presence, she sent Bub with him to keep an eye on him and alert her if anything was wrong. Luckily, itâd been a week and nothing tragic or harrowing had happened as of yet. She knew she couldnât become comfortable in the mundane, but she was going to enjoy it while it lasted.
Sheâd received a call from Sarah a few days prior, letting her know that sheâd contacted someone who might have some insight, and she was just waiting for them to be available to come to the UK. The witch was apparently a pretty prominent facet in a large American coven, so she had her hands full, but she was trying to arrange things to help Andromeda. She was glad to hear that something had panned out, but it seemed like now it was a waiting game.
However, for as anxious as Sia was about getting answers and keeping Harry safe until that time, she was actually really enjoying being with Harry so often. While they hung out regularly before, now it was amplified. They were living together, for all intents and purposes. When she got home from class, Harry was there, revising at the kitchen table. When she got hungry, Harry helped her prepare food or called into a local restaurant to order take out. When she woke up in the morning, it was to the sound of Harry singing in the showerâbeautifully, she might add. It was really unfair how amazing Harry was at pretty much everything he did.
Spending all this time together was really playing with Andieâs emotions, though.
Since she didnât have an extra bedroom, Andie and Harry shared a bed each night, so they fell asleep next to each other, and if neither of them had an early class, they woke up together. Harry was usually awake first, so Andie would wake to his leg brushing against hers and the back of his fingers brushing her hair away from her face. And the way he would look at her when he woke her like thatâŚshe couldnât describe it. She wasnât sure she wanted to describe it. She was thinking too far into it would leave her with a perpetual migraine.
It wasnât that she didnât want Harry to have the feelings she knew he was harboring. She harbored them herself, admittedly. All his little touches and the way his eyes would linger on her when she came or went from any room would make the butterflies in her stomach take manic flight. She loved every second of his attention, but she kept trying to convince herself that nothing could come of it. While it wasnât uncommon that witches had relationships with mortals, she didnât want to put Harry at more risk than she already had with the whole wraith situation. With the type of power that Andie possessed, dark forces liked to follow her around. It was only natural that they would sense the weakness of a mortal and latch onto him. She didnât want that. She had to protect him. Partially because she had a moral obligation but mostly because she loved him.
Her love for Harry had never been more apparent and strong than the last week theyâd been in close contact nearly 24/7. And there was no denying that sheâd been in love with him for nearly as long as sheâd known him. She couldnât even lie to herself anymore, let alone her friends, both mortal and witch. Sarah never let her forget it, and while they were keeping from Niall that they were currently staying together, he seemed to be picking up on it whenever all three of them were together. Andie could see the knowing look in his eye any time Andie would laugh at one of Harryâs stupid jokes and place a hand on his arm, or when she would reach over and wipe something from his face with no hesitation. She steadfastly avoided Niallâs gaze when she knew he was giving her a pointed look. She didnât want to give anything away in her guilty look.
âWhat are you thinkinâ so hard about?â
Andromeda gasped and gave a little yelp, nearly jumping a mile in the air. She whirled around from her spot at the stove where she was browning some ground beaf in order to make some spaghetti for dinner. She slapped at Sarahâs arms a few times in retaliation, groaning out her frustration with her friend just popping in unannounced and scaring the shit out of her.
âJesus Christ, S! Make some fuckinâ noise, will ya? Gave me a fuckinâ heart attack.â
âSorry, figured youâd heard me,â she shrugged, peering over Andieâs shoulder to see what she had going on the stove. âWasnât tryinâ to be quiet.â
âI wasnât paying attention, and I sent Bub out with Harry.â
âThatâs what Iâm here about,â she said. âWhy are you makinâ this by hand?â she added as an afterthought.
âJust because I can use magic, doesnât mean I should,â Andie huffed, rolling her eyes. âBesides, I like cooking. Anyway, what have you got?â
âGot word from my source,â Sarah said, watching as Andie filled up a pot of water to put on to boil. âSaid sheâll be here by Wednesday. Wants to make sure your portal will zap her in from America.â
âThereâs no restriction on distance, as long as I accept the transportation request. Have her send it over, and Iâll get it done.â
âIâll let her know.â
âDoes she have concrete answers?â
Sarah was silent for more than a few beats, so Andie looked to her after sheâd lit the burner under the water. She was chewing on the inside of her cheek, her ultimate tell for her anxiety.
âWhat is it?â Andie asked, dread filling her stomach.
âShe has answers, but thereâs no guarantee that itâll work,â Sarah said hesitantly. Andie was working extra hard on not letting her sinking emotions get the better of her. She didnât have time to freak out. âThereâs no official records of successful wraith banishments.â
âJust because theyâre not recorded doesnât mean they didnât happen.â
âExactly,â Sarah agreed with a succinct nod. âMy source claims to have witnessed one, and she has a text from the early seventeenth century that outlines a ritual that is supposed to do the job. I havenât seen what it entails, but itâs worth a shot.â
Andie blew up her cheeks and let out the breath between pursed lips. She turned off the burner for the meat before looking back to Sarah. She nodded.
âOkay. Just let me know what time on Wednesday. I have class at eleven. Iâll skip if I have to. Iâm sure Harry would, too.â
Sarah agreed just as the front door of Andieâs flat opened, Harry sort of stumbling in the door with his book bag and a few bags of groceries, Bub sneaking in behind him just before he closed the door. He hung his keys on the hooks near the portal/mirror and toed off his shoes.
âHey, I know youâre makinâ spaghetti tonight, so I picked up some French bread and a couple bottles of wine. And I also got stuff to make chicken parmesan tomorrow. Oh, and some more coffee creamer. I used the last of it this morning.â
Harry didnât realise there was someone else in the kitchen until he walked through the doorway, stopping short when he saw Sarah standing beside Andie. Theyâd never met before, as Andie had always tried her hardest to keep her witch friends and coven away from her mortal friends. It was easier to keep track of conversations that way, and it prevented any slip-ups beyond Andieâs control. While she trusted her coven with her life, she couldnât control what came out of their mouths, and she couldnât risk that around her mortal friends.
âHey,â Harry greeted, eyes glancing between Andie and Sarah, obviously a bit confused.
âHarry, this is my friend, Sarah. Sarah, Harry,â Andie quickly introduced.
Harry and Sarah exchanged pleasantries, and Andie could see that Harry quickly realised that Sarah was also a witch, not just some random friend sheâd never introduced or brought around.
âYou staying for dinner?â Andie asked Sarah as Harry unloaded the groceries heâd brought home.
âNah, just wanted to pop in and update you on what was goinâ on,â Sarah declined. âIf I donât see you before, Iâll see you on Wednesday.â
Andie bid her friend farewell and watched as she disappeared through the portal.
âIs she in the same coven as you?â Harry asked? He flitted around the kitchen to get the bread-cutting knife and a cutting board as he waited for her to answer.
âYeah, sheâs a couple years older than us, but weâve always gotten along really well. And sheâs travelled a lot, so sheâs got a lot of connections. Sheâs our go-to when we need contacts.â
âShe the one thatâs trying to get ahold of someone to help with the wraith thing?â
Andie added the spaghetti to the boiling water as she nodded. âThatâs what she was here about. The other witch will be here Wednesday. Hopefully, weâll have some concrete answers soon.â She didnât want to tell him about the lack of substantial evidence that any of it would work. No need to stress him out when heâd been handling all of it so well up to that point.
âWell, I can afford to miss a couple classes if I need to,â he assured.
âI figured. Iâll let you know when I get a better idea of when sheâll be here.â
The changed the conversation after that, talking about their days as they finished up dinner. Harry helped her plate the food and take it to the table before pouring two glasses of wine. Harry asked if they could play some music, so Andie asked him what album he wanted. They agreed on the Rumours album, and with a wave of her hand, the record player set itself up and started playing the album softly through the speakers around her telly.
Harry asked her about the abilities she had that werenât related to specific spells and incantations. She explained that it came with the âpowerful bloodlineâ thing, as not all witches had the sort of telekinetic abilities she did. It could be learned, sure, but it would never be like the natural ability Andie and her family had.
By the time they finished dinner, theyâd finished the bottle of wine Harry had opened before they sat down. While Andie was not even close to drunk, she was pleasantly buzzy, and her cheeks hurt from smiling so much at Harryâs stupid jokes and wild stories about people he came into contact with at his job at the record store near campus.
Andie was still chuckling at Harryâs last joke when she took their plates to the sink to rinse them off and load the dishwasher. Harry was quiet, and Andie figured he was going to turn off the record player or something, so she startled when she felt hands on her waist, not gripping, just gently resting.
âIâll do the dishes since you cooked,â Harry offered, his voice quiet, nearly drowned out by the music that still played in the living room.
âNo, itâs fine,â Andie denied. âItâs like three dishes, and Iâm nearly done.â
âThen just let me finish.â
Andie chuckled again, turning off the faucet. âHarry, really.â She turned to look at him, and the sound that was in her mouth died when she saw the look on his face.
Harry didnât say anything, either. His eyes flit over her face, probably taking in the slight widening of her eyes at her surprise and the way her lips were gently parted from the words fading from her lips when sheâd turned around. His left hand left her waist and reached up to push her hair back from her face, carefully tucking it behind her ear. He let his fingers linger, tracing over her jaw.
The buzz that had been lingering in her veins quickly dissipated in favor of the static Harryâs fingers were zapping into her skin. Andie gasped lightly as his index caressed her bottom lip.
âSo fuckinâ beautiful,â he whispered.
Harry stepped closer to her, pushing the small of her back into the edge of the sink and placing his thigh between both of hers.
Andie thought if Harry ever gathered the courage to kiss her or start anything with her, she would deny him. In the nicest way possible, of course, because Harry was a sweet baby angel who was too pure for this world, but it would still have to happen. She didnât want to get him tangled up with anything that could be dangerous for him.
But that was the exact opposite of what she was doing now that the situation had actually presented itself. When Harry leaned down and barely brushed his lips against hers, she was the one who leaned forward and pressed harder, effectively pulling them both into a kiss that had both of their hearts racing. Andie was the one to wind her arms around his neck and reach up onto her toes so Harry wouldnât have to lean down so far. She was the one that sifted her fingers through the cute little curls at the back of his neck and pull him tighter into her. She was the first one to dart her tongue out, swiping lithely at his bottom lip, and gave a little satisfied moan when he opened to her, his tongue meeting with her own.
Though she wasnât sure who it was that led them down the hallway to her bedroom, their mouths still pressed firmly together. She did know, however, that Harry was the one that closed her bedroom door, shadowing them in darkness. Andie didnât hesitate to swipe her hand and light the candles that were scattered around her room.
With a light shove, Andie plopped on her bum to the bed. She scooted back further into the center, watching as Harry stood at the edge, watching her closely. Andie was sure sheâd never seen Harry so serious and still, save for the light heaving of his chest.
âYou sure?â Harry asked, his voice nearly a whole octave deeper than it usually was, a slight growl to it.
Andie nodded.
Harry proceeded to provide Andie with the most scintillating strip tease sheâd ever had the pleasure of witnessing. While that probably wasnât his intention, watching as he shucked his cosy jumper to reveal a plain white t-shirt underneath, then watching him peel that off to reveal every inch of his toned stomach and broad chest, along with all the dark ink that was scattered over his smooth skin was the sexiest thing sheâd ever seen.
He paused after removing his shoes and socks, his hands poised at the fly of his jeans. He looked up at Andie from under his lashes, looking her over from head to toe.
âYou gonna join me? Or am I gonna be naked on my own?â
Andie swallowed hard, a little surprised and a lot aroused by the commanding tone in Harryâs voice. She quickly reached to take pull her shirt over her head and then wiggle off the skirt she was wearing, leaving her in her knickers and the thigh-high socks. When Andie reached around to undo her bra, Harry finally un buttoned his jeans and pulled them down with his boxers, finally letting Andie see all of him. When she saw his cock, standing stiff and proud from between his hips, she gasped.
âShit,â she muttered under her breath, but not quiet enough to prevent Harry from hearing. He was bigâa lot bigger than any other man sheâd ever been with, and while it was a bit daunting, it only served to excite her more.
Harry smirked at her before kneeling on the bed, making his way between Andieâs legs. He ran his hands from her ankles, over the soft material of her stalkings, up to her exposed skin of her upper thighs and hips, before hooking his fingers into the lacy material of her panties. He looked up at her as he leaned down and pressed an open-mouthed kiss to her inner thigh.
He made quick work of pulling her panties off and tossed them off the side of the bed. Andie went to peel her socks off, but Harry caught her hands.
âLeave âem on.â
Andie nodded and pulled her hands away, leaning back into the pillows that were propped up on her headboard. Harry followed her, resting his hips against hers and using his elbows beside her head to hover over her. He leaned down and captured her lips in a kiss, swiping his tongue once along her lips before trailing his own across her jaw and down her neck, placing a teasing bite at the junction between her shoulder and her neck. Goosebumps rose along her arms.
She ran her hands down Harryâs back, gently gliding over the muscles as they tensed and relaxed with his movements. He skimmed his lips along her collarbone and down the center of her chest, taking a detour to her left breast, and then her right, laving his tongue and teeth over her erect nipples, pulling little mewls and moans from her mouth. He drug licking kisses down her stomach, stopping briefly to place a kiss just below her navel, but continuing his pace down to her mound.
He pressed a light peck to the hood of her clit before sliding his tongue out to lap at her folds. He moaned as her tangy flavour burst across his tastebuds. She was already wet, despite them not doing much but kissing and lightly touching. He couldnât wait to get more of her in his mouth.
With that little taste, he couldnât stop himself from completely covering her with his mouth. Andie shivered as he darted his tongue into her entrance, gathering her arousal before drawing the tip up and flicking lightly at her bud. Andie shot her hands into his hair, pressing his head closer to her center. Harry took the hint and took a broader lick at her clit before pursing his lips around it, giving it a cursory suck.
Andie moaned loud, dropping her head back into the pillows. Her fingers tugged at Harryâs curls now, hips thrusting up to meet his pulsing sucks. He wound his arms around her thighs, keeping her close to him as he buried his face into her sweet center. He couldnât withhold his own moans as more of her arousal flooded into his mouth, her hole fluttering and clenching around nothing. He swapped his mouth for three of his fingers, rubbing swiftly at her clit as he pushed his tongue into her entrance.
Andie took a shuddering breath. She was completely overwhelmed with his attention, on the verge of falling over the edge. His grip on her thighs were preventing her from rubbing more vigorously against his mouth and fingers. She needed more though.
âHarry, please,â she gasped. âNeed more.â
He reluctantly pulled his mouth away from her, licking his lips. âWhat do you need, love?â
Andie didnât realise when the words, âChoke me,â came out of her mouth. She didnât have time to process it and be embarrassed, though. Harryâs eyebrows shot up in surprise, before he leaned back down to wrap his lips back around her clit. The fingers that were previously rubbing at it moved to enter her, two sliding in easily with how wet she was for him.
She let her head drop back, reveling in the new sensation of Harryâs fingers rubbing at the soft spongy spot inside her. She hummed when his free hand trailed from itâs place around her thigh, up her stomach and chest, and eventually around her throat. His fingers deftly found each of her veins running up her neck, applying light pressure. That mixed with the weight of his palm resting against the center of her throat was exactly what she needed to finally succumb to her pleasure.
Harry moaned against her center as her walls clenched against his fingers and her wetness coated his chin and palm. He kept rubbing and sucking her through it, Andie eventually having to shove him away by the crown of his head.
He crawled up her body, pressing sporadic kisses as she came down from her high. Her legs bent up to cradle Harryâs hips against her own, bucking up into the feeling of his erection resting against the curve of her pelvis. Harry groaned into the curve of her neck before pressing a kiss to her jugular. He drew his knees up on either side of her hips and wrapped his arms around her back, pressing their chests together and lifting her so she was straddling him.
âWant you like this,â he sighed into her mouth.
âOkay,â Andie agreed. She had no hesitation in reaching between them to take ahold of his cock and place it at her entrance. Slowly, she sank down on him until they were flush against each other. They moaned into each others mouths.
âSo fuckinâ tight,â Harry panted.
âSo fuckinâ big,â Andie returned smiling into his neck.
Harry snickered as he thrust his hips up into her, causing her to gasp.
Andie got the hint and started rocking her hips against his, groaning each time he hit the deepest part of her. They were in a position that had her clit perfectly rubbing against his pubic bone. She wasnât sure how long sheâd be able to keep up the position, but she was going to really enjoy it while it lasted.
Harry helped her along by gripping her hips and propelling her motion, keeping his head buried in her neck, licking at kissing at her skin between his moans. When he realised she couldnât keep it up any longer, he laid her back down on the bed, lifting her legs by the back of her knees, pressing her thighs into her chest. His cock was so hard that he had no trouble sliding back into her with no aid.
âFuckinâ soaked for me,â he grunted. âLike the way I fuck your cunt, darlinâ?â
His hips were pounding into her so hard Andie had to reach up to brace her hands against her headboard to avoid bashing her head into it. Of all the ways sheâd imagined Harry would be in bed, this was not it. He was always so gentle and kind, so seeing his muscles all bunched with effort and his skin shiny with sweat and the words coming out of his mouth and the strength behind each of his thrustsâŚit was a lot.
Andie sobbed out a moan when he brought one of his hands down to rub his thumb along her clit in a quick flicking motion. Her orgasm barreled through her, her mouth opening in a silent scream as she lost her breath. Harry didnât slow through her climax, simply just forced his hips harder to overcome the strong clenching of her walls around him. He was barely keeping it together, since she was so tight, but he was determined to draw at least one more from her before he finished himself.
âSo fuckinâ beautiful when you come for me, pet.â
Harry withdrew himself as he tried to catch his breath. He tapped on her hip to get her attention, motioning for her to roll over onto her stomach. She nodded before gracelessly flopping over, only being careful enough not to accidentally knee him in the junk. That would be a tragedy in the middle of all this.
He grabbed her by the hips to lift her onto her knees, keeping her chest pressed to the bed. He asked her for his hands and gathered her wrists in one of his fists at the small of her back. He used the leverage to draw her back onto his cock, his balls slapping against her skin. Her moans were load even when muffled into her pillows as Harry drove into her at a punishing pace. Andieâs hands flailed in his grasp, trying to find purchase on something to grip onto in her haze of pleasure. Harry saw this and released her wrists to clasp one of her hands with his, her other one reaching down beside her to grip at her sheets.
âHarry,â she gasped when he changed positions, angling his hips so he was hitting that sensitive spot inside of her. She got that telltale sensation that she had only experienced by herself before, that full feeling and that tingling pleasure that said she was going to explode. âIâm gonnaâŚâ
He reached under her with his free hand and rubbed against her clit, too close to his own orgasm to keep her on the edge.
Andie couldnât hold it back any longer. With a few sure passes of his fingers and his unrelenting pace, Andie was cumming harder than she was pretty sure she ever had, especially with anyone else. Liquid pulsed from her body in rhythm with Harryâs thrusts. She was moaning out unintelligible words.
It took Harry a few seconds to realise that she was ejaculating all over his thighs and her sheets. If the strong fluttering of her pussy was enough to send him over, then seeing the evidence of her orgasm all over his skin was really overkill. His stomach clenched hard, forcing him to double over on top of her, pressing his chest to her back. He laid sucking kisses to her shoulders as he came down, both of them panting and sweaty.
After several moments, Harry pulled his hips from hers, breaking them apart with a groan. He flopped onto his back beside her, pulling her off her knees and into his chest. Her pale skin was covered in a light sheen of sweat and her pupils were still blown out when she looked at him. She licked her lips before smiling coyly at him.
âWanted to do that for a long time,â she told him.
Harry smiled and pushed her hair back from her face like he had in the kitchen earlier, which had led to their time in bed. He pressed a quick but passionate kiss on her lips before saying, âMe, too.â
A/N: Season 4 still good luck donât murder me Happy Bday Donna! Merry Christmas everyone!
Warnings: smut, themes of cheating, canon gore, angst- oh so much angst
âYou havenât said thank you yet,â Â Castiel said flatly, as he stood in Myinâs bedroom.
âWhat are you doing here?â Â She asked sitting up in bed, startled by his presence. Â She could see the face of the vessel that he was possessing but also the ethereal light that made up his essence as an angel.
âYou called for me, ask me for a favor, witch. Â You know why I am here. Â Now I need you to start paying off your debt. Â Starting with Sam Winchesterâs infatuation with the demon. Â What do you know about her?â Â Castiel asked.
âI only just found out that she was a demon. Â Sam and Dean knew her before Dean died, but she had a different host I guess. Â Thatâs all I know about her. Â That and the blood. Â Sam is drinking her blood,â Â Myin spewed the words faster than she had planned to. Â Then looked around her motel. Â It didnât feel right to her, but she didnât know why. Â âIs this a dream?â
âYes, very perceptive. Â Why did you summon me?â Â Castiel asked. Â Myin realized this was an interrogation without the torture.
âDean needed to be saved. Â Sam and I were looking for a way to do it, but we only found the spell that I used. Â Sam doesnât know that I cast the spell. Â Dean either.â Â Myin admitted dropping her gaze. Â âHow is that I can see you?â
âYou gave me your sight as part of your payment. âSo that I may see what is happening,â if I recall,â Â Castiel said. Â He was all business. Â Had he been human, Myin would have assumed he would have made a joke about the situation. Â
âSo you saved Dean? And now I can see you. Â An Angel?â Â Myin shook her head, she should have stayed out of this entire thing.
âYes,â Â Castiel said. Â âYouâve always believed havenât you?â
âIâve always suspected there was something, but I didnât know what it was,â Â Myin rubbed her face trying to wake herself to be more aware.
âDonât do that,â Â Castiel said warningly.
âDo what?â Â Myin said realizing that her skin was tingling and she had a headache starting.
âTry to wake up. Â Iâm keeping you here, you are no match for me,â Â Castiel said matter-of-factly.
âWhat do you want me to do?â Â Myin asked rubbing her skin trying to stop it from itching.
âWhatever Dean needs you to do. Â He needs you to be strong, or he wonât survive Samâs problem,â Â Castielâs voice echoed in Myinâs mind as she sat up in her bed drenched in sweat.
âMommy, I have to go potty,â Â Dani whispered as she stood in Myinâs room. Â âItâs okay Mommy, the nice man will keep you safe.â
âThe nice man?â Â Myin asked looking at her oldest daughter with concern and confusion.
âThe angel,â Â Dani said with a small smile.
May 2009
âDean?â Â Myin asked in a concerned whisper as Dean pulled her through the hospital she worked at and into her office. Â âWhat are you doing here?â
âI need your help, and I didnât want anyone to see us,â Â He said before turning the blinds closed.
âWhat is going on?â Â Myin asked hearing Castielâs words to help Dean in her ear.
âI had to lock Sam up,â Â Dean said, squaring his shoulders as he faced away from Myin.
âYou did WHAT?â Â Myinâs voice jumped two octaves as thoughts of the hunter being in prison flooded her mind. Â âOh God, heâs probably receiving psychiatric treatments as we speak,â She started to ramble.
âWhat?â Â Dean asked shoulders slumping as he turned to face her and grabbed her by the shoulders. Â âNo, I locked him in Bobbyâs panic room.â
âOh. Â Why did you do that?â Â Myin asked looking down at Deanâs hands on her shoulders.
âHe was so far out of his mind.  He was drinking that demonâs blood.  He wouldnât stop.  He thought he could⌠well donât worry about that.  Iâve got him detoxing, but itâs not going well.  Iâm just not sure that I can listen to him suffer anymore.â  Dean said looking at the floor and finally releasing his grip on Myinâs shoulders. Â
Myin wrapped her arms around his shoulders, pulling him down to her height as she hugged him. Â Deanâs body seemed to almost go limp in her embrace and she could tell he was crying against her chest.
âLife is not fair Dean Winchester,â Â Myin said soothingly as she petted his hair. Â âItâs harsh and continues to throw us at everything we dislike.â
âIâm sorry that I came here, and bothered you at work,â Â Dean said pulling away from her and standing up straight. Â He wiped the wetness from his eyes and started to walk to the door. Â Castielâs voice brushed over Myin again, like a command.
âWait,â Â she said reaching a hand out. Â âWhat did you need my help with?â
âSo wait you guys have been trying to stop Lucifer from rising?â Â Myin sighed at the grandness of the information that had be presented.
âYeah, listen⌠something is really bothering me.  I havenât told Sam.â  He looked at Myin across her motel bed.  âItâs my fault that this is happening.  The first seal that breaks to start all this, is a âgood man getting out of hellâ.â
Myin dropped her eye to the floor as she realized everything was really her fault. Â She looked up at Dean, wanting to tell him.
âPlease, donât try and comfort me, I already know the truth. Â The angels told me everything about how the seals work,â Â Dean silenced her with a hand as he spoke.
âDean, I did a spell,â Â Myin said as she pushed his hand down onto the bed. Â âSam was desperate. Â He had found a spell, I was in a bad place when I found him with Ruby. Â I didnât think all the consequences out. Â But I summoned Castiel. Â I begged him to save you,â Â Myin had tears falling down her cheeks as she spoke.
âYou saved me?â Â Dean asked as his hand covered where Myinâs had grabbed him. Â âItâs not your fault. Â We have control of our destinies. Â Fuck fate,â Â Dean growled as he leaned over some open books and kissed her gently.
âDean,â Â Myin whispered against his lips, remembering the last time he had come to her motel and kissed her.
âI want you, but only if you want me,â Â Dean said firmly, holding her hand close to his chest. Â The pain of everything she had gone through with Sam bubbled close to her heart.
âI do want you,â Â She said finally before pressing the next kiss on his lips.
âCondom?â Â Dean asked as he pushed books onto the floor and Myin pulled her shirt over her head.
âPill,â Â She responded, knowing she wanted to feel him.
âYouâre fucking beautiful,â Â Dean said as Myin exposed her breasts from her bra. Â He laid over her, covering her body with kissed and gently teasing nips. Â When Myin thought she would explode from the anticipation, Dean pulled her into his lap and set a pace to have them cumming all over each other. Â âShit,â Â Dean said as he laid next to her in bliss.
âItâs been a little while for me, sorry if I was rusty,â Â Myin teased.
âYou were fine,â Â Dean said, slapping her ass playfully, before grabbing his ringing phone. Â âWhatâs up Bobby?â Â He ask as seriously as he could.
âWhat do you mean heâs gone?â Â Dean asked sitting up on the bed, the afterglow shattering almost visibly. Â He hung up the phone and got dressed.
âSam escaped. Â I have to go find him. Â Stay out of trouble while Iâm gone. Â Weâll figure this out when I get back,â Dean said as he kissed her and left the motel.
âI free you from your oath to help me.â Â Castiel said as he fluttered in the room. Â Myin jumped and squealed as she realized she was still naked but the angel paid her no mind as he came over and place his fingers on her forehead. She hit the ground, and woke up several hours later.
âBobby what the hell is going on?â Â Myin left another voicemail on the old manâs phone. Â Every fiber of her being was telling her that something was wrong, but she couldnât figure out what it was.
Alright guys! Hereâs the second and final part of my Halloween fic. Thank you so much for reading their first part. The response to it has been amazing. Hopefully the end lives up to the rest of the story.
Words: 11.5k
Warnings: Animal sacrifice (not described in any detail)
The rest of the weekend saw Harry and Andromeda living in a sort of sexed-out bliss. In the wee hours of Saturday morning, Harry woke up to Andieâs mouth around his erect cock, which led to another full round of sex. They woke up midmorning, and Harry made breakfast before they took a shower, where Andie was introduced to the wonders of shower sex. Then when they sat down in the living room for a movie marathon after lunch, Harry bent her over the arm of the couch while Pretty Woman played in the background. He laid her out on the kitchen table and sat in a chair to eat her out after dinner, then he took her back to her room. Sunday saw much of the same, only they ordered their meals in to avoid wasting time cooking.
Harry had class before Andie on both Monday and Tuesday, but they saw each other by late afternoon, controlling themselves enough to make and eat dinner before retiring to the bedroom. However, when Andie emerged from the room to go get a glass of water, she was confronted by the last person she wanted to see, especially since she was nearly naked and there was a mortal in her bed.
âMum,â she gasped, pulling at the hem of Harryâs t-shirt she was wearing to better cover her bits. She had knickers on, but they didnât do a great job of preserving her modesty.
The women whoâd birthed her stood in her entryway, obviously fresh from stepping through the mirror portal. She was in the witchâs version of a power suit: a dark green, floor length velvet dress that draped around her shoulders and had a slit up to mid-thigh, exposing the spiked heels she wore. There were necklaces shaped in Wiccan symbols layered on her neck, and her earrings were obsidian marbles with amethysts in the center. Her familiar, a big, imposing raven, sat perched on her shoulder. Her eyes, that were the same pale shade of blue as Andieâs, peered on at her in a thinly veiled look of distaste and slight amusement. Annabel had been around long enough that she knew a walk of shame when she saw one.
âHello, darling,â she greeted, the humour in her voice evident. âClasses going well?â
Andie rolled her eyes. âI went to class. I got out at four.â
Her mum hummed, stepping further into her daughterâs flat. She gave a low whistle and Lenore, her raven, flew to the top tier of Bubâs cat tree, peering down into the little hideout Bub was sleeping in the tier below. Bub hissed half-heartedly, realising belatedly that the intruder was a fellow familiar.
âWho is he, then? Sarah knows that nice boy from the American coven thatâs here doing research. Mitch, I think.â
âNo offense, but heâs not my type. And besides, Sarah is into him.â
âThen whââ
Annabel was cut off by Harryâs voice coming down the hall.
âWhereâd you go?â he called, spotting her at the end of the hall, peering into the living room. His brows furrowed. âDid someone knock at the door?â
âUhhâŚâ Andie stumbled, looking between Harry and her mum. This was definitely not the way she wanted her mother to find out she was in an intimate relationship with a mortal. Sheâd have preferred if it never happened, but she knew it would happen eventually, the way her and Harry were moving. This was just the worst way possible.
As soon as Harry came into her motherâs view, Andie could see the instant recognition that Harry is mortal. Her nostrils flared slightly, but she took a deep breath before arranging a contrite smile on her lips.
âNever took you as one to sleep with your wards, Andromeda,â Annabel said.
âExcuse me?â Harry asked, brows furrowed. The fact that he was only in his boxers made him less intimidating, but he was still the tallest, broadest person in the room.
Andie placed a hand on his chest, silently begging him to not get riled up or say anything else. âHeâs my friend, Mum. He just so happened to get the attention of a wraith.â
Annabel pursed her lips as she looked Harry up and down before sighing. âWhatever. Would you two put some clothes on? We need to talk about whatâs happening tomorrow.â
~*~*~*~*~
The American witch walked through Andieâs entryway portal at ten in the morning Wednesday. Sarah, Annabel, Mitch, Harry and Andie were already gathered in the living room when the mirror whirred to life. There was a shift in energy in the room when she stepped through the pearlescent haze of the portal, her tall, platform boot the first thing to emerge. Andie held her breath, waiting for the reveal of who this mysterious witch was. Sarah hadnât ever mentioned her name, most likely on purpose.
When she finally completely tread into Andieâs entryway, her and Harryâs jaw dropped.
âHoly shit,â Harry muttered. Though, it had been completely silent in the room, so it was loud echoing off the wood flooring. âYouâre Stevie Nicks.â
Her sage eyes landed on Harry, who was sat on the loveseat beside Andie, and she smiled softly. âYes, I am. You must be the poor mortal weâre all worried about.â
Annabel made a grunting sound that sounded suspiciously like a âspeak for yourself,â that everyone but Andie ignored. She shot her mother an annoyed look before turning back to their guest.
Stevie fucking Nicks was in her flat. No big deal.
âI suppose,â Harry agreed. âI thought the witch thing was just a rumour.â
âMe, too,â Andie whispered, still a bit awestruck. Never in a million years did she thin Stevie Nicks was a real witch.
âAnd youâre still tellinâ me your life isnât like that American Horror Story season?â Harry asked.
Stevie laughed. âThat was a little nod to my community. Keeping a secret for nearly a hundred years is hard work. Need to keep it fun somehow.â
âCan we get to business, please?â Annabel interjected. Her nostrils were flaring in that way she had when she was irritated. It was the same look sheâd given Harry when she first met him a few days prior. It was a look Andie had been on the receiving end of many times in her life.
âDonât get your panties in a twist, Annie,â Stevie admonished.
Annabel gave their guest a pointed look before rolling her eyes in submission. Andie had never seen her mother give up a fight so easily. They must have known each other pretty well for her mum, the pinnacle of the witch community, to acquiesce so quickly.
âAnd you must be Andromeda.â Stevieâs gaze turned to Andie, who was sat much more properly since Stevie walked into the room. âYour mom has told me a lot about you.â
âI wonât even ask if they were good things,â Andie grumbled. âItâs nice to meet you.â
Stevie shot her a knowing smile, like she was privy to something that the rest of them werenât. Andie wasnât really willing to dive into it right then with a room full of people.
âYou too, sweetheart.â Stevie made her way around Andieâs living room, taking up the one free seat next to Andie and Harry, in the big cushy chair that Andie had bought on a whim at a flea market the previous spring. It was gothic and beautiful and definitely an antique, and she just had to have it. Stevie looked just at home in the chair, her diminutive stature looking grand despite the high back.
âNow, letâs talk about this spell.â
~*~*~*~*~
The spell had to be performed on a full moon, and the full moon that month was too close for them to properly prepare. There were ingredients to be gathered that were not exactly something that was sold at the local apothecary, so it took some investigating and some late night adventures into the forest. The had four weeks to get all the necessary items as well as mentally prepare themselves to undertake this task.
Stevie had showed them the spell. It wasâŚintense, to say the least. The ingredient list was nearly thirty bullet points long and the incantation that needed to be said went on for nearly three pages. Not to mention the diagram of the set up was intricate and required Harry to be laid in the center of a giant pentagram thirty feet in diameter mapped out in the branches of an elder tree. The candles that sat at each point of the pentagram had to be made of beeswax and dyed with powdered obsidian (which was not easily come by). The instructions only got more convoluted and involved from there. Andie was already ready to pull her hair out trying to organise who was to retrieve what.
For what it was worth, Harry was cool as a cucumber. When he would come home from work or class and see Andie hunched over her copy of the spell and fifteen different tabs open on her computer, heâd simply come over, drop kisses to her shoulders and neck, before closing the lid of her laptop and pulling her up from her seat. He only ever distracted her when he knew sheâd been at it for hours on end, knowing the work she was doing was important. But she needed a break every few hours, and he was more than happy to be the source of her stress relief.
Harry and Andie hadnât put a label on what exactly it was they were doing, yet. Harry was afraid to ask, worried that heâd freak her out and make her backtrack. Andie was concerned with making it official just for his soul to be sucked out by a wraith if her attempt at freeing Harry from this supernatural connection failed. It was an odd balancing act that they had never anticipated having to figure.
Andie was able to handle a week and a half holed up in her flat, doing her research, aside from going to class, before she finally needed a longer break than the hour and a half her and Harry would be together whenever he tore her away. Sheâd sent out a fire message to an apothecary in Romania that was pretty good about acquiring rare ingredients for obscure spells about the powdered obsidian. Given the time difference, she knew it would be hours, if not a full day, before she received a response. Then was a good a time as any to take a proper break and get out into the world while she had the chance.
When Harry got home from class that evening, Andie suggested they go out to dinner and maybe take a bit of a stroll. It was a crisp day, but not raining or windy, and it was already beginning to get dark. It was the perfect time to get out, and maybe theyâd stumble upon some weird fungus they needed while they walked. Andie wouldnât be disappointed if they didnât find anything, but may as well take the chance. Two birds, and all that.
Harry quickly agreed and they headed off to a local Thai place without much deliberation on where to eat. They both had been craving it, it seemed, so they set off, hand in hand, Andie using some of that natural energy she possessed to keep their hands warm while exposed to the chilly autumn air. Harry was thankful, his fingers nearly turning blue the second they made it out onto the street.
As soon as they turned the corner onto the main road, laughing at a story Harry was regaling her with about someone in his Twentieth Century Literature lecture, a chill ran down Andieâs spine, not caused by the dropping temperature. She felt the blood drain from her face as she looked straight on at the wraith attached to Harry, much closer than it had been in the previous weeks. It was getting stronger, she realised, the just passed full moon probably lending to its power surge. Where it had been lingering about fifty meters away since it first latched onto Harry, it was now considerably closer, probably twenty meters, at max. It was close enough for Andie to make out the hallow darkness that occupied where itâs face should have been and the bony, gnarled stumps in the place of hands under the wispy blackness of the cloak that covered whatever form of a body that it had.
Harry noticed the dropped look of horror on Andieâs face as she gazed over their shoulders. He stopped their walk, but Andie pulled them along, beginning to mumble under her breath in a rapid cadence in a language Harry didnât understand.
âWhat is it?â Harry asked, but Andie shushed him with a finger to her lips, her own mouth still moving. Harry realised belatedly that she was muttering a spell under her breath, and Harry had a sinking feeling that it was because of the darkness that had latched itself to him those weeks ago.
âShould we just go back to yours?â Harry asked.
Andie shook her head and kept pulling him along. He noticed the heat emanating from her hand in his rise in temperature, surpassing the comforting heat sheâd been giving off before. He went to pull his hand away, lest it get too hot, but she kept a firm grip on it, silently telling Harry that it was best if his hand stayed in hers.
They were nearly to the Thai place before Andie relaxed and the heat left their hands. She seemed to still be on high alert, but her hackles werenât raised anymore.
âQuick update to the warding spell I put on you,â she told him under her breath before Harry opened the door to the restaurant. âItâs getting closer.â
Harry shot her a wary look before turning to the hostess with a smile and asked for a table for two.
When they sat, Harry hooked his foot around the leg of Andieâs chair opposite him and pulled her in closer. âWhy canât I see it?â
âPart of being a witch or other supernatural being is having the Sight,â Andie told him, picking up her menu, even though she knew what she was going to order. She got yellow curry every time. âItâs pretty rare for a mortal to be able to see this sort of stuff. Usually only children can see them, or if there was witch blood somewhere back in their lineage, if itâs close enough to the current generation.â
âI can sort of feel it, though,â Harry added, looking over his own menu. âLike, especially when Iâm alone in public. Sort of like Iâm being watched.â
Andie nodded and reached her foot out to press up against his under the table. She could see he was a bit anxious about the news that the wraith was closer than normal, so she was offering support in a way that kept her hands free. She could still see the cloaked figure standing outside the big windows of the restaurant.
âIâm not surprised. The energy they give off isâŚnot pleasant. Makes my skin crawl when they get close.â She rolled up the sleeve of her jumper to show him all her little hairs standing on end. âDonât be surprised if your anxiety starts shooting through the roof. Theyâre like happiness suckers.â
âKinda remind me of dementors.â
âIâm pretty sure thatâs where the idea came from for those,â Andie agreed. âExcept I donât have a fancy spell to banish them away or whatever. Or a wand.â
âHonestly, when you first told me you were a witch, I was waiting for you to drop one out of your sleeve at any moment.â
Andie barked out a startled laugh as she gave a soft kick to his shin. âShut up.â
~*~*~*~*~
They skipped their walk that night, for fear of the wraith getting ballsy in the darkness of the night. Harry suggested a day time stroll after he got back from class on Thursday instead, in the hour they had before the sun started to really set. Andie agreed, and they spent the rest of their night curled up on the couch, watching The Nightmare Before Christmas with Halloween only a week away.
By the time Thursday came around, Andie was in a good mood because Sarah had called her earlier in the day to let her know sheâd gotten her hands on two more of the ingredients for the spell, and Andie had gotten word from that apothecary in Romania that the obsidian had come in and was ready for delivery. Sheâd arranged a portal transfer for Friday morning and couldnât wait to get her hands on it.
When Harry retuned from class just twenty minutes after her, she greeted him with a kiss and pulled him straight back through the door, Harry chuckling at her exuberance. Andie chatted to him about the Halloween party Niall was throwing on Saturday that theyâd agreed to attend, as well as the progress they were making in getting all the things they needed for the spell as they walked out of the flat and onto the road. Harry was just as glad as she was that there was only twelve more items on their list after just a little less than two weeks of searching, and one of the items was all the elder wood needed for the pentagram. It was shaping up nicely, and Andie was more confident that everything would pan out alright once the time came.
They stayed on populated city streets where people were still walking around to classes and milling about around shoppes and restaurants, just to be safe. The wraith was still just as close as it had been when theyâd gone to dinner on Monday, but it seemed to be more passive now, abated by the extra hulking Andie had padded onto Harryâs warding spell. She wished there was something stronger she could put up around him, but hopefully it would only be another two weeks before they got him free of this thing.
Forgoing a proper dinner, they stopped by the cafe and bakery down the street to get tea and pastries and took them back to the flat. They set up a little faux picnic on the coffee table, sitting on their bums with their backs against the couch. Andie lit her fall candles around the space, filling the room with the comforting scent of cinnamon and apples.
They were quietly munching side by side for a few moments, not really feeling the need to fill the silence. Andie could feel Harry looking at the side of her face as they ate, but she figured he was lost in thought more than anything, so she was a little surprised when he spoke up.
âWhat are we doing?â
Andie looked at him, furrowing her eyebrows. âEating?â she offered, more than a little confused.
Harry shook his head and huffed in frustration, though he realised the misunderstanding was due to his own poor word choice.
âNo, I mean, like, what are we doing together? Like, Iâm not sure if weâre dating or youâre my girlfriend or weâre just fucking or what.â
Andieâs mouth popped open in a little âOâ shape when she understood what it was he was getting at. âOh, got it. UmâŚâ She looked between Harry and the carpet before slowly putting down the fork full of white rice and chicken curry sheâd had halfway to her mouth when heâd surprised her.
âIâm not trynna push for anything, Iâm just curious how Iâm supposed to act with you around our friends. Weâve got that party Saturday at Niallâs, and Iâm just not sure.â
It was quiet, save for the sound of Bub licking his paws on the lowest tier of his cat tree. Andie was looking into Harryâs swirling green eyes, trying to decide what the best course of action was in that moment. She didnât want to lie to him, but she wasnât sure if either of them were ready for the truth, either. Although, who was she kidding? She was sure Harry would be elated by the truth. The only question really was whether or not she was willing to take that risk and expose Harry to her life that much more. Though, she supposed he was already in as deep as any mortal sheâd seen. She reckoned she owed it to both of them to be honest.
âI uhâŚreally like you, Harry, obviously. I have for pretty much as long as Iâve known you. I just never did anything about it becauseâŚya know. The witch thing.â
âBut I know about that now.â There was a sort of hopeful glint in Harryâs eyes, one that Andie was really glad she wasnât about to crush.
âYeah,â she nodded. âSo my reasons for staying just a friend donât exist anymore. Iâm still worried about you, but youâve handled all this the last few weeks remarkably well.â
âThat still doesnât answer my question,â Harry teased, that smirk the mad her all soft and infuriated her at the same time pulled up on his lips.
She rolled her eyes. âIâd really like to be in a relationship with you, if thatâs what you want, too.â
âAndromeda, are you asking me to be your boyfriend?â
She shot him a withering look, daring him to make her rescind her proposition.
Harry snickered before reaching over to cradle the back of her neck with his hand, pulling her closer to him. He pressed a hard, closed-mouth kiss to her lips, smiling.
âI accept.â
âWanker.â
~*~*~*~*~
Harry and Andie were already in Niallâs small kitchen before they saw the host amongst the throng of bodies already in the flat. Niall saw Harry immediately, his head of dark curly hair significantly taller than anybody elseâs. Niall slung his arm around his friends shoulders, a little confused about his billowy, cream coloured shirt and strange trousers until he saw Andie standing on his other side, and everything made sense.
Niall started cackling, his head dropping back on his shoulder. âOh God, this is great. I imagined youâd come dressed as Morticia or summat.â
Andie rolled her eyes at him. The choice to come as Ariel from The Little Mermaid hadnât been an easy one, but Harry had pretty much begged her after sheâd tried the costume on at the shoppe. Heâd claimed her hair colour was perfect with it and that it would be great since no one would expect it from her. She had agreed that it would be pretty fun to be this girly, cute princess, something so opposite of her typical style. So, when sheâd gotten dressed that evening, sheâd been a little excited at seeing her in something that wasnât her typical wardrobe. Harry had been appropriately shocked and giddy when he saw her once she emerged from the bathroom, especially with her face done up softly. Heâd assured her he liked her how she normally presented herself, but it was novel to see her like she was that night.
Niall took a moment to cackle a little bit more before darting off to get them drinks. He returned only a minute or two later with two red cups, nearly full to the brim with some lightly tinged pink liquid. Andie was almost sure it was fruit punch before Niall completely watered it down with whatever liquor he put into it. When she took a sip, she knew for sure that it was about eighty-five percent rum and the rest of was fruit juice. One would probably be her limit for the night. It was never a good idea for a young witch to alter her senses while in a public place.
Harry, however, had no such qualms. He was a young college guy, ready and willing to let loose at the drop of a hat. And that was exactly what he was doing.
They were there only an hour before Andie realised that Harry was well on his way to being absolutely shit-faced. She noticed about half an hour in that his cup was never empty, but he was getting increasingly more giggly and droopy-lidded. She was sure Niall was behind the constant refills, and she didnât want to reprimand either of them, but from previous experience, she knew Harry did not have the same tolerance that the Irishman did. She never got a chance to grab Niall and tell him to go easy on Harryâs next refillsâor theyâd be on their way to A & E before the end of the nightâbefore she lost sight of her boyfriend. One second she had her eyes on him, hanging out with some of his other friends by the kitchen, then sheâd looked around to try to find Niall, and when she looked back, Harry was gone.
A cursory glance over the room turned up nothing, which didnât concern her much. Perhaps heâd gone to the restroom or disappeared into the crowd huddled in the kitchen.
However, after a solid five minutes, Andie started to get antsy, a sinking feeling settling in her stomach. She threw another look over the room, came up short, and then made her way to the hall where she knew Niallâs only restroom was located. Maybe he had finally succumb to the alcohol and was getting sick. Thatâs what she kept telling herself to try to keep herself calm.
She finally squeezed her way through the living room and to the hall. She knocked on the restroom door, calling out Harryâs name. When she received a female voice back, telling her sheâd be out in a moment, Andie quickly moved on, down towards Niallâs room. Maybe Harry had went in to have lie down. Something was telling her that wasnât the case, though.
Andie knocked on the door and pressed her ear close to the door to try to hear any type of activity on the other side. The only thing she could hear was what sounded like a very upset cat, so she opened the door just enough to peek her head in and look around. The room was empty, aside from Niallâs cat, Oreo, that was stood up on his desk, back arched, spitting and hissing and howling, eyes trained on the sliding door in Niallâs room that led to the small balcony that faced the pool area in the center of his flat building.
âWhatâs wrong, babe?â Andie cooed, stepping in and closing the door behind her to prevent anybody following her in. âYou see another cat on your turf? Iâll go shoo âem off.â Andie reached out to try to calm her down, approaching from the front so she wouldnât startle when Andie ran her finger over the top of Oreoâs head. However, the cat made no move to look away from the glass door, only seeming to get more worked up.
Andie finally turned to look over her shoulder to see what it was that had her so amped, and when she saw Harry stood out there, she gasped.
Harry had his back pressed up against the glass, seeming to be barely holding himself up, his knees bent and his head slumped back. She couldnât see his face, but she didnât need to in order to know what was happening. Because she could see the wraith hovering just on the other side of the railing, the blank darkness of its face seeming to take on a sinister glow. A hazy, pearlescent stream of energy connected its face to Harryâs, the physical embodiment of the force it was drawing from its victim.
It took Andie only a split second to turn on her heel and make her way to the door. She pushed the door open with a flick of her wrist, letting a rush of wind gust into the room. Andie felt a rush of energy and adrenaline surge through her veins as she flung her hand out, pushing the wraith away in a way that she had never managed before without casting an actual spell. It was like a gust of wind erupted from her palm and blew it back a few meters, severing whatever control it had on Harry.
He slumped to the ground, obviously dazed as he blinked hard and looked around, eyes trying extra hard to focus on Andie when he finally spotted her. She was sure she looked like a frightened mess. Sheâd never been so close to something so dark before and it was causing a chill to worm its way under her skin. She grabbed Harry by his elbow and pulled him up, keeping her free palm up and extended out from her, keeping the wraith at bay. A bolt of light was raying out from her hand. She wasnât sure what exactly it was, but she was just glad it made the wraith wary and keep its distance.
âYouâve gotta get up, love,â Andie urged, using all her strength to haul him up off the ground. âWeâve gotta get back inside. I need to get you back to my flat.â
ââm so tired,â Harry mumbled, seeming to try to push himself up by his hands, but he was having a hard time maintaining his balance. She knew the wraith had seized an opportunity to start harvesting Harryâs life force, and it wasnât helped by his state of inebriation.
âI know, Harry, but you need to get up. Fuck, just crawl inside for all I care.â
Harry hummed and bobbed his head lazily. He managed to get his legs under him and slithered his way past Andie, into the safety of Niallâs room. Andie was already summoning a portal under her breath as she slid inside, closing the door behind her and throwing the lock. That really wouldnât keep a persistent wraith out, but it gave her a sense of security that she needed in that moment.
The shimmering veil of the portal emerged on the door of Niallâs closet. Harry was slumped over on the wall next to it, watching with hazy eyes as is swirled in its magnificent rainbow pattern of colours. Andie leaned down and pretty much shoved him through it before stepping through herself, stumbling over his prone body in the entrance of her flat. She waved her hand over her mirror to close it before sagging to the floor beside her very unconscious boyfriend. Traveling via portal was already pretty trying on a mortal body, but mix that with his run in with the wraith and the copious amounts of alcohol heâd consumed through their night, and he was down for the count. Andieâs fears were only mildly assuaged by the steady, rhythmic rise and fall of his shoulders with every breath that he took.
She considered leaving him in the entrance with a pillow and a blanket, not wanting to disturb him, but she could only imagine how traumatised heâd be to wake up in the middle of the night on the cold wood floor, by himself, after the ordeal heâd gone through earlier.
So, with a sigh, she stood and grabbed him under his arms and started dragging him to her bedroom, glad for her unobstructed smooth floors, allowing him to just glide along in the soft material of his costume. Getting him up into the bed was a bit of a challenge, but luckily he roused just long enough to haul himself into the bed, and Andie had an easy enough time taking his shoes and trousers off before tucking the blankets up around him.
She sat with a tired huff beside him, rubbing her hands over her eyes. She remember belatedly about the makeup on her face, but she was past the point of really caring. She just wanted to curl up in bed beside him and sleep for the rest of her existence. Alas, she had to be responsible, considering she was mostly to blame for Harry being in this situation in the first place.
Andie fished her phone out of the waistband of her mermaid tail skirt, happy that it had somehow stayed pressed against her skin with the excitement of the night. She pressed the first name that popped up on her recent call log and waited impatiently for them to answer.
âI realise itâs Halloween, but some of us are old and like to sleep.â
âSarahâŚâ
Andie could immediately hear the shift in Sarahâs demeanour at the defeated sound in her voice. âWhat happened?â
~*~*~*~*~
It took the help of Mitch and Sarah for Harry to finally wake the next day.
If there was any question that the wraith had got its share of Harry the night before, there was none now. The only assurance Andie had that Harry wasnât on the verge of death was the steady rise and fall of his chest as he breathed deep, like he was peacefully sleeping.
Mitch and Sarah walked through her portal at eight that morning after a semi-frantic call Andie had placed to them only minutes before when Harry still hadnât woken up. He was the early riser out of the two of them, no matter the circumstance, so Andie was appropriately concerned.
Mitch had worked his magic, having been trained in magical healing. Heâd set up a mini apothecary on Andieâs bedside table, liquids and powders of all sorts laid out. Andie watched in a daze as he did whatever potion-making he was trained to do, all her thoughts on whether or not Harry would wake and what on earth she was going to do if he didnât.
She was a wreck.
Mitch had eventually sent her out of the room, fed up with her constant pacing and her concerned looks. Sarah had corralled her into the kitchen, offering to make her a cuppa so she would sit down and chill out. She assured her that Harry was in the best hands possible and it was just going to take him a bit to get his energy back up from whatever bad juju the wraith had imparted.
âYou really love him, donât you?â Sarah asked after theyâd sat together in silence for several minutes. It was the first time Andie hadnât heard a teasing in her friendâs voice when she was talking about Andieâs secret feelings for her best friend.
That was the first time Andie met Sarahâs eyes that morning. She swallowed hard before answering,â Yeah, I really do.â
Mitch emerged from the room a half hour later, closing the door gently behind him.
âIâve done what I can for now. He should be awake in the next hour or so.â
So they waited. Sarah turned on Andieâs telly and found some mindless reruns of Call the Midwife to play in the background as she flitted around the kitchen, preparing breakfast for all of them. Andie was glad that Sarah was so comfortable in her flat, because there was no way she was up to being a good host that morning. She couldnât seem to pull her mind away from the boy laying unconscious in her bedroom.
Finally, around ten that morning, there was a stirring from behind her closed door, followed by a groan. Andie was out of her seat like a shot, already opening her door by the time Mitch and Sarah even got themselves out of their place on her couch.
âHarry?â Andie asked delicately, poking her head in at first and then completely stepping through the doorway when she saw he was awake and attempting to sit up in bed. She made her way to his side, helping him to prop himself up against the headboard. âHowâre you feeling?â
âReally fuckinâ exhausted,â he huffed, slumping back against the new support. âWhat the fuck happened?â
âThe wraith got too close last night. Started doinâ itâsâŚthing.â She grimaced as what little colour he had gained quickly drained from his face. âI found you. Youâre gonna be pretty tired for a while, though.â
âThat means no class or work until youâre back to one hundred percent,â Mitch told him, leaning in the doorway. âIâve already forged some doctor notes to get you out of stuff for awhile.â
âAnd it would probably be best you stay here or with Andie until the next full moon. Now that itâs gotten close, it probably wonât be satisfied lingering at a distance anymore,â Sarah added.
âAt home with my girlfriend and no responsibilities for three weeks? What a hardship,â Harry groaned sarcastically, flashing Andie a cheeky grin when she rolled her eyes playfully.
âWeâll leave you guys for now. Ring if you need us,â Sarah said, parting with a soft smile.
Mitch hung back. âJust wanted to let you know that Stevie got her hands on that crystal we need. Think thereâs only four things left on our list now.â
Andie nodded. âThanks, Mitch. Whatâs left?â
âThe wood, which Iâm gonna go out and gather the rest of today. Sarahâs got a good lead on the Bauhinia from a Japanese coven, and your mom is going next week to arrange to have a local farmer provide us with a goat.â Andie tried hard to suppress her shudder over the mention of the goat. Poor thing. Thankfully, Harry was too tired and out of it to really put together why they would be needing a live goat.
âWhatâs the last part?â Harry asked, sounding like he was already drifting off again.
âYou,â Mitch stated simply. He turned to Andie. âI left a healing potion in your bathroom. Give him a tablespoon every eight hours or so. You can mix it with food if he canât handle the taste. Hopefully heâll regain most of his strength in the next week.â
Mitch saw himself out after Andie thanked him again and she heard both him and Sarah step back through the portal, leaving the flat quiet.
Andie turned to Harry. âIâm gonna go to campus tomorrow and drop of your doctor note. Youâll be safe in the flat for that time.â
Harry shook his head, brows furrowed and his eyes darting back and forth like he was searching for something, though he was staring at various points on the ceiling. âI canât believe I justâŚwalked outside. I donât even remember making the decision to walk out there.â
She grabbed his shin through the blankets, offering a comforting weight. âItâs what a wraith does, Harry. It entices you into vulnerability in order to get to you. Not to mention, you were absolutely sloshed. Just a bad combination all around.â
âSafe to assume the blaring headache is from the hangover, then?â
Andie chuckled softly. âYeah. Want some paracetamol?â
âPlease? And somethinâ small to eat? Gonna throw up if I take painkillers on an empty stomach.â
Andie patted him on the leg before going to the kitchen to make him some toast and grab the tablets. She came back with both and a glass of water, and some of Harryâs colour seemed to have come back.
âGet all that down and go back to sleep. Gonna be doinâ a lot of that until you get your health back up.â
âDonât wanna be lazy,â Harry argued, his eyelids already drooping and his form already slumping back into the little throne of pillows heâd made around himself to stay propped up.
âYouâre not beinâ lazy,â Andie assured. âYouâre lettinâ your body heal. Now hush, and close your eyes. Iâll come join you in a bit.â
Harry was asleep before Andie closed the door behind her.
~*~*~*~*~
The next weeks leading up to the full moon were full of getting Harry back to his normal self and making all the final arrangements for their ritual. Harry slept pretty much nonstop for three days, aside from getting up to use the restroom and eat, and Andie made him shower once. By the fourth day, he was able to stay up for a few hours at a time and made it out onto the couch to watch the telly and keep Andie company while she was getting stuff together for the full moon. By the end  of the weekend he was staying up all day with a short nap some time after lunch. The day he was finally awake before Andromeda was the day that she knew he had made it through in one piece.
Andie had gotten her mom to add an extra layer to the protective ward around her flat in order to keep the wraith out. There wasnât a day that went by after the situation at the party that she didnât see it lingering outside of her windows and the front door of her flat when she left occasionally to go the shoppes or show her face enough in class to not make her professors overly suspicious of her absence.
Harry had been relatively quiet about all of the preparations Andie had been doing, just casting an observant eye. It wasnât until the full moon was five days away that Harry finally started asking questions. His most pressing one, however, was what the live goat was for. It was the question Andie was dreading the most, but she knew heâd have to be told beforehand anyway. It wasnât something that you dropped on a person the day of the ritual.
âPart of the ritual is having you bathe in fresh goat blood while we do the incantation.â
The blood drained from Harryâs face, and he swallowed hard over the presumed bile that rose in his throat. He eventually licked his lips and nodded. âAwesome.â
âIâm sorry I didnât tell you earlier. I didnât want to freak you out unnecessarily.â
âNo, I get it. Iâm glad I only have five days to anxiously wait instead of a month.â
âJust close your eyes and pretend itâs a nice bath.â
He shot her a look that said he definitely wasnât amused.
That was the most heâd asked about what was happening. When Andie had asked him if he wanted to know all the steps of the spell, heâd shook his head and told her he trusted her. That had simultaneously made soft butterflies fill her stomach as well as leave a heavy feeling in her chest. While she was very flattered that he trusted her so muchâessentially with his lifeâ, she was realistically wary of how everything was going to turn out. It was a daunting prospect.
In the few remaining days leading up to the spell, Harry was more clingy than normal. While he had always been the lovey, touchy type, he practically never left Andieâs side while they were in the flat together. She was sure he was getting stir crazy from being cooped up for so long, and she didnât mind his undivided attention. But she was worried about his mental state, and she wondered if he was acting like this because he was scared of what would be happening that Friday night. She wanted to comfort him, reassure him that it would all be fine in the end, but she couldnât lie to him. She didnât know what was going to happen since sheâd never done this before. Stevie had done her best to assure them that sheâd seen this spell performed successfully once before. Andie didnât necessarily like those odds, but considering the spell had only been done a handful of times in the history of witches, she supposed one successful account was better than nothing.
Friday morning, Andie woke up to the startling but very pleasant sensation of Harryâs face buried between her thighs, not yet at her center, but laving his tongue and teeth at her inner thighs, his thumbs teasing at the band of her knickers. He waited until he knew she was awake before pulling them aside and losing himself in the taste and smell of her. She came quicker than she ever had before, and she didnât hesitate to flip Harry on his back and ride him until they were both sated and sweaty and in terrible need of a shower.
They lazed around until the sun began to barely set. They needed to meet the rest of their little group in the forest before the sun went down in order to set up their space while they still had daylight. The height of the spell wouldnât be performed until the moon was high in the sky, but it was imperative that everything be in its proper place before that time came.
Andie made sure to bring lots of towels and heavy, weighted blankets for after Harry emerged from the blood bath. It was nearing the end of November, and the temperature was getting nearly to freezing in the middle of the night. While they blood itself would most likely keep him warm while he was in it, heâd freeze his arse off as soon as he stepped out. Andie didnât want to traumatise him any more than necessary.
They walked hand in hand to the meeting spot in the forest, Andie keeping a wary eye on the wraith as it followed them, at a distance that was much too close for comfort. Although he couldnât physically see it, she could tell Harry was aware of its presence, too, if not by the guarded stance Andie kept, then the way he shivered every few seconds while perspiring was a good indication. Even though they werenât in direct contact, the wraith was still doing what it could to suck as much energy from him as it could.
Harryâs eyes were drawn to the large black boulder that had been the center of this whole occurrence. He hadnât realised this would be the spot they'd be performing the ritual, Andie figured. It was the best place for it, though. The power it offered combined with the innate energy Andie and her mother possessed was their best bet and this going the way it was supposed to. They werenât taking any chances by performing it somewhere where the harnessable energy was low.
When they got there, everybody but Sarah was already there. When Andie asked after her, Mitch nodded his head in the direction opposite where Harry and her had walked in, and she saw Sarah walking with a goat on a lead. She was sort of sad to have to drain the poor thing of its life, but they would be returning the carcass to the farmer so that he could do what they normally did to slaughtered animals. They would have just flushed the blood down the drain anyway, so it was no hardship on them to lend it out for a night.
Harry pressed his lips together tight when he caught sight of the animal, but he quickly diverted his gaze and watched as Stevie and Mitch worked together to arrange all the elder branches into a pentagram, the leaves and flowers stripped. Those were gathered in a bowl that would be used to mix into the bath Harry would be sat in for the ceremony. The elder tree had a sort of tie to earth in some mythologyâs, so he wasnât surprised by its use in this ritual.
âOh good, I forgot to tell you to bring some stuff to keep him warm. Glad you remembered,â Stevie noted when she saw Andie with the stack of folded blankets and towels in her arms.
âIs there anything I can help with?â Harry asked, watching as everyone else started going around the pentagram and setting out items.
âPlace one of these at each point, just inside the outer circle,â Stevie told him, handing him the black candles theyâd made out of the beeswax and powdered obsidian. âThey act as a spiritual barrier between you and the wraith.â She turned to Andie with a look of slight sorrow in her eyes. âYouâre gonna have to drop your wards on him before we get started.â
Andie swallowed, hating the reminder. âYeah, I know. Waitinâ until the last possible minute.â
Stevie nodded her understanding before going back to the satchel of goodies they were using in the spell. Harry went off to do as he was told, having a quiet conversation with Mitch, who was finishing the last bits of the pentagram, that Andie couldnât hear.
Andieâs mum came up beside her as she was reading over the spell instructions one more time.
âIf you donât end up marrying this boy after all this, I will be very disappointed,â Annabel muttered to her as she grabbed more things out of the bag.
Andie looked at her mom from the corner of her eye, not raising her head from the spell book. âThought you didnât like him?â
âI donât like that heâs mortal,â her mother sniffed indignantly. âDonât like that youâll be muddying our bloodline, mostly.â
âWho said I was having kids?â Andie asked.
Her mother gasped, affronted. She smacked her daughterâs arm when she smirked at her.
âKidding. Kidding.â
âAnyway. Aside from him being a mortal, I do actually like him. And I assume you must, too, considering the lengths youâre going to in order to save his life.â
Andie was quiet for a long moment, not taking her eyes off the words printed on the page. Finally, when she was sure her mother was going to give up and walk away, she said, in a low voice, âI love him. Thereâs nothing I wouldnât do for him.â
She felt her mum rest a hand on her shoulder. It was gentle and loving in a way that Andie hadnât gotten from her many times before. âI know. And thatâs why Iâm very proud of you for doing this. Youâre going to make a very strong Head of Council one day.â
~*~*~*~*~
The butterflies filling Andromedaâs stomach seemed to take on a rapid flight as the moon rose in the darkness of the night, itâs brilliance and luminosity beaming down on their little clearing. She felt the power it leant surge through her veins, making the tips of her fingers and toes tingle like they were flowing with static electricity. The hairs on the back of her neck and her arms stood on end. Everything about the circumstances of the night filled Andie and her witch counterparts with nearly unbridled power.
âWe need to begin,â Annabel called out, her eyes trained on the ever-rising moon.
Andie nodded and grabbed Harryâs hand to lead him to the center of the pentagram where a tub was set up, ready to hold Harryâs body and the blood sacrifice. She kept a towel with her, ready to offer it to Harry to cover him when he inevitably had to strip down in the briskness of the night.
âIâm gonna take the ward off of you now,â she told him quietly, helping him out of his jacket and draping it over her arm. âI have to do it before we perform the sacrifice. Youâll be vulnerable until we light the candles, but weâll all be doing what we can to keep it away until then.â
Harry nodded his consent while he kicked out of his shoes and began peeling off the rest of his clothes. Andie offered him the towel sheâd brought along to cover him before he took off his pants, poor thing already shivering in the cold. She wished she could do something to help keep him warm, but thereâs couldnât be any enchantments on him while the spell was being performed.
He slipped his pants off under the towel and handed them to Andie. He let out a breath he seemed to have been holding and looked at her. Acting on impulse, Andie reached a hand out to clasp around his neck and pulled him toward her. She placed her lips on his, letting his sweet, minty taste wash over her tastebuds as her tongue swept into his mouth. Harry bit gently at her lower lip.
Andie pulled her mouth away. They couldnât waste time, but she couldnât go into this spell without kissing him. It helped to boost her confidence, and she was hoping it was doing the same for Harry.
âOkay,â Andie sighed.
She looked back at her mother, who had the unsuspecting goat by the lead. Annabel walked it forward until she was beside Andie and Harry, waiting for Andieâs cue to start the ritual. Andie nodded to her before reaching her hands out over Harry, palms out. It was easier to eliminate the ward that sheâd placed on him than it had been to place it, so with a few muttered words and less than a minutes time, Harry was as vulnerable as the day he was born. The five witches immediately took up a low stream of chanting, placing a temporary protection around the pentagram to keep the wraith at a safe distance until the obsidian candles were lit at the five points.
Both Harry and Andie looked away as her mother pulled out a sharpened blade made from the bone of wolf and pulled it with ease against the goat throat right above the basin. Harry jumped at the strangled bleat right before it went silent. Annabel magically pulled the blood from the animal until it was bled dry. She nodded her go-ahead to Andie.
âStep in,â she told Harry. She helped him maintain his modesty until he had submerged himself, taking the towel from him. Harry shuddered, both from the cold and from the very fact that he was sat in a bath full of blood. Andie summoned the mixture of herbs and the leaves and fruit from the harvested elder branches and sprinkled them into the bath until the bowl was empty.
She next summoned the large orb of alexandrite Stevie had acquired. âYou need to hold this submerged under the blood for the entirety of the spell.â
Harry nodded and took it in both palms, watching it slowly disappear under the liquid crimson.
âOkay, weâre going to begin now,â Annabel announced, her eyes on the moon. It was nearly to its peak in the sky.
Andie nodded and backed out of the pentagram, giving Harry one last reassuring look over her shoulder.
Andromeda took her place at the head of the pentagram, the point that was oriented north. She took a deep, steadying breath as she look up, spying the wraith hovering a a few feet in the air above where Harry was submerged in the tub. The only thing keeping it at bay before the beginning of the spell was Mitch and Sarah chanting steadily, creating a temporary barrier. They had to time it perfectly between the cessation of the warding charm and the onset of the new incantation that wouldâhopefullyâbanish the wraith back to whatever hell hole it climbed out of and sever its tie to Harry.
Stevie caught Mitch and Sarahâs eyes, ready to count them down to stop as Andie got ready to begin reciting the new words. With a steady countdown from three, Andie took up the new incantation just a split second after Mitch and Sarah stopped. No magic could be present and active while the second one started, otherwise it would render their efforts useless. One draw back to magic: it didnât do well to overlap major spells.
In the second between their chanting, the wraith surged forward, ready to dive straight toward Harry and begin its quick harvesting process. Andieâs heart jumped in her chest as she watched the cloaked figure race towards her boyfriend, vulnerable in the blood-filled tub, itâs weathered stumps of hands outstretched, ready to grasp Harry to it to quicken the process. Andie wanted to scream her protest, let anyone in hearing range hear her anguish, but she knew that the real way to keep Harry safe was to begin the incantation.
She raised her arms out to her side, palms up to draw the power of the moon and the soles of her feet tingled as the energy of the earth and the nearby boulder of obsidian. With a rush of breath, Andie started reciting the words sheâd memorised in the weeks leading up the spell. Words that translated to a temporary opening of the portal between worlds, creating a tear in the fabric of space to access whatever depraved dimension from which the wraith had been drawn.
Her words felt like they created a tangible ripple in the atmosphere around her and she watched in relief as the wraith jolted back, less than a meter from having made contact with Harry. The wicks of the candles lighted simultaneously, taking up that magical flame that never moved or flickered.
The rest of the witches that made up the other four points of the pentagram began to chant in tandem with Andie after the first two lines, having also committed the words to memory. Andie felt the energy surge through her as they joined in, a buzz resonating in her chest as the brightness of the moon seemed to amplify. She could physically see the shining purple of her eyes illuminate the patches of grass in front of her.
Andie watched in wonder as the blood in the basin around Harry began to boil, rolling steadily. Harry looked down anxiously around him, wary of the sudden movement of the medium that held him. He didnât look like he was in pain, so Andieâs own anxiety subsided for the time being.
The wind seemed to suddenly whip up around them, everyoneâs hair lifting and seeming to be tugged in opposing directions. Andie was overwhelmed by the rush of it in her ears, unable to hear herself or the others chanting over the sound. It seemed to be creating a vacuum, Andie having to force the words out over the lack of oxygen suddenly in her lungs, like it was being sucked from her body from the force of the wind. Her rising panic over the sensation of suffocating was seeing Harry, completely unaffected by whatever was happening on the outer edges of the pentagram.
Suddenly and violently, the wind ceased and the flames of the candles went out, and a rogue cloud covered the moon, casting an impenetrable darkness over the clearing. The blood in the basin stilled. Andieâs heart sank, having the awful feeling that the spell wasnât working, despite their continued chanting. She let her volume die down until she was just barely mumbling the words, looking first to her mother for reassurance. When Annabel just shrugged, her lips still forming the words of the spell, Andie looked to Stevie, who was already looking back at her. Stevie nodded her head, indicating that they were all to keep up the incantation, despite the sudden lack of activity.
She was terrified that something was wrong. She couldnât live with herself if something bad happened to Harry if they had somehow performed the ritual wrong. That overwhelming dread of failure pitted her stomach and made her chest tight, like she was nearly to the point of tears. Witches didnât cry in situations of stress, though, and she was push on until the end.
Even if the end meant the end of Harry. It would wreck her, but she would push on.
With the beginning of the next verse of words, Andieâs stomach dropped with the sudden sensation of floating. She continued her stream of words as she looked down, confirming that her feet were suddenly off the ground, and the distance between the two was ever increasing. Andie wasnât afraid of heights, per se, but she wasnât really willing to trust her safety of levitation when she wasnât the one controlling it.
However, she didnât really have a choice.
She felt a little better when she stopped rising, her feet about fifteen feet above the ground. She kept up her spell as she looked down at everyone else, still planted firmly in the earth. Despite her physical disconnection with one of her energy sources, she could feel and increased jolt of energy, and suddenly a splintering light shattered the dark veil of the sky. It nearly blinded Andie in its brilliance, and it radiated a heat like nothing sheâd ever experienced before. The light that began as a shimmering white turned into a crimson red interspersed with flashes of yellow as the split in the sky broadened. Andie realised with a start that it was the fabric of space and time between dimensions that she was witnessing, tearing in order to suck back in the thing which it had birthed.
It was working.
Upon everyoneâs realisation of what was happening, their enthusiasm for the spell increased, and they were all nearly shouting with the force of their words. Andieâs heart beat raced in her chest, and at first she thought it was just her excitement at the prospect of this all actually working and her and Harry being able to go back to their normal lives.
However, she realised after a moment it was caused by some sort of energy line that connected her with the wraith, her end connected in her chest and its connected to the void of its face. The connection drug the wraith up so it was eye-level with Andie, the light shining in her eyes from her magic illuminating itâs darkness. With a gush of wind from magical origins that Andie could more feel than actually know, the head covering of the supernatural entity blew back, revealing dark void of its face. A scream bubbled in her throat at the completely overpowering feeling of despair that shrouded her. No one was meant to look a wraith in its face. To do so meant certain death.
Blood rushed in her ears, her heartbeat reverberating in her head. If she hadnât trusted Stevieâs account of the spell sheâd witnessed, she could have sworn that the wraith had attached itself to her and was now doing what it needed to completely drain her. And the force of her magic would be more power than a wraith knew what to do with, most likely leading to some destruction that no one was prepared for. She hoped to whatever gods could hear her that Stevieâs account was correct.
She could hear Harry screaming her name from down on the ground. She couldnât see him, afraid to take her gaze from the being, but she knew he was going to try to scramble from the tub, ready and willing to do what he could to get to her. She couldnât let him ruin the spell, though. Theyâd put so much into it, and they were close to the end. Andromeda could feel it.
Without breaking eye contact or ceasing her stream of incantation, Andie shot one hand down, forcing Harry back into the basin. She heard his muffled sound of protest but paid him no mind as the spell was coming to the end. She only had two lines of words left and she was praying that something happened.
In the last five words of the incantation, there was a loud ripping sound, so loud Andie was sure sheâd have some hearing loss. The once meter long opening in the sky opened into a large gouge, at least fifteen feet in diameter. The light and heat it emitted nearly burned her skin, and she was sure sheâd have the shadowed image of it burned on her retinas forever.
The wraith gave a low screeching sound, like it was in pain. Andie would have smiled if she could focus on anything but completing the spell.
Upon the last word falling from her lips, the light that had been emanating from the opening burst with light, spitting out what felt like acid on both Andie and the wraith. She screamed out her pain, finally able to express her feelings with the words of the spell complete. The sound that the wraith gave out was like that of a thousand dying animals, completely drowning out Andieâs sobs. She watched through squinted eyes as the dark mass crumpled in on itself, the dark cloak swallowing its body as the darkness of its being paled and splintered. In some far place of her mind, Andie mused that he sort of looked like Voldemort when Harry Potter had finally killed him. She would have chuckled if anything other than the crippling pain would process in her brain.
A sigh of relief seemed to be breathed by the universe when that rip in the sky sucked the wraith into its depths, another brilliant flash of light surging before closing back up with a pop, like there was a change of pressure.
All the energy seeped from Andieâs body, all of her going limp while still being held in the air by the remnants of the spell. She didnât even have the energy anymore to scream her agony. Her head dropped onto her shoulder as she started to slip into unconsciousness. She wouldnât let herself fall completely, too stubborn to let her lights go out without making sure for herself that Harry was alright.
She hardly noticed when she started floating back to the ground. There was barely a register of panicked voices and the feeling of a body catching her before she hit the earth. Above the din of anxiety, she could barely make out Stevieâs voice.
âGet her in the tub with Harry. Completely submerged.â
When the skin of her arms first touched the still-warm blood, she flinched, the sting of her wounds flaring. Harry shushed her, barely keeping in his own sobs. His heart hurt looking at her. Her skin was singed from the heat and there were blotches of deep burns where the universes had spat thatâŚstuff on her. He placed his hand over his eyes as he lowered her head back into the blood.
Everyone seemed to hold their breath as Harry pulled her back up. They way Stevie had instructed them, it seemed like this was supposed to heal her of her injuries. It was supposed to be like the final soothing solve to finish out the spell.
Being submerged in blood didnât seem to register with Andromeda. When her face parted the surface, Harry was a little taken with her beauty. Even covered in the blood of a slaughtered animal and pale in a way that he had never seen her, she was absolutely stunning. He was sure the effort sheâd made to save his life clouded his view, but he didnât mind.
And behind the haze he was on at seeing her gorgeous face, he registered that the burns that had been there the moment before were gone. All that was left was the perfect smoothness of her skin.
Slowly, Andie blinked her eyes open, and the smile that broke across Harryâs face hurt his cheeks. He gave a relieved chuckle and helped her wipe the blood from her eyes. Her eyes seemed to first focus on the moon that was just behind Harryâs head, and then his eyes, the glowing green warming her soul.
âHi.â
Harryâs chuckle turned into a full laugh as he wrapped both his arms behind her back. âHi, darling.â
âYouâre okay?â she asked. Her voice was hoarse from all the yelling that sheâd done while she was in pain.
Harry nodded. âIâm okay. Thanks to you. And your mum and your friends.â
A soft smile flitted to her face, like she was too tired to do much more. âGood.â
âI love you,â Harry blurted. He was surprised at his candid admission, but he didnât regret it. Heâd been wanting to tell her that since theyâd met.
Andie reached an arm out to grip the back of Harryâs head. He knew exactly what she was requesting, so he quickly moved his face to hers, letting their lips brush. He wanted to be grossed out by them both being covered in blood (and he would be later), but he was much too happy to be holding her alive in his arms to care.
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