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he dragged her all the way from the quidditch pitch to the locker rooms, not saying a word. though, by now and after all their encounters, it was pretty obvious what they were going to do. every day after a quidditch match, when he had all that adrenaline inside, they’d go to some place in the castle and shag. it was some sort of ritual to them.

how’d you fuck james ;;

how’d you fuck james ;;

         he appeared as a shadow; slithering through dark alleys on lonely nights in search of a victim, always ready to strike. he’d come to this neighbourhood twice today, walking upright across the damp streets lit only by moonlight and the flicker of a few lamps, hands in his pockets; one of them holding a wand.

           james had been leaning against a wall for the longest while, silent. he had been told to wait for two men to give him information, but he found someone else instead.

           his white teeth shone like headlights when he smirked.

                 “ it’s not wise to wander around on your own... “

           he was a shadow, speaking only loud enough for her to hear before turning his head, eyes staring intently at her.

                                “ there’s a bad moon tonight... “