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Hi again!!! Can you do how the hp boys kiss/make out? If you haven’t already thank you!!

Harry

Harry is a very soft kisser

And he is just very gentle with you and I feel like he would let you initiate what the mood was

He liked touching you, but his touch would be soft and it was just more comfort

He would be very breathy because he was very nervous

Draco

Draco would be very confident and he would have a hand either in your hair or cupping your face

He likes to trace your lips

And he definitely bites them

Or he moves down and kisses towards your neck and then starts giving you hickies

Cedric

He is confident but very soft

He asks if he can kiss you before he kisses you

He likes cupping your face in his hands and he likes to pull back every now and then just to admire you’re face and give you a loving smile

I feel like he would also have very soft lips

Ron

Ron is a bit rough, and he doesn’t mean to be he is just very nervous and almost rushes into it

But he would be very passionate and he would have one hand in your hair because sometimes when he pulls on it you’ll moan 

Likes making out until both of you have to pull away because you can’t breath

I feel like he would also bite you once you had been kissing for a while and he wanted to do more

Fred

He would be a very eager kisser

I feel like his hands would rest at the ends of our shirt because the eventually caress you and continue to move up 

He wants to watch you when he kisses you but he is just so content and doesn’t want to open his eyes

He would also move down your neck and eventually start giving you hickies

George

He is very soft and passionate

He takes his time and never rushes it because he loves kissing you and wants to take it all in

Likes when your bodies are really close and he can hear you breathing

Also likes when you rest your foreheads together afterwards when you try to catch your breath

Neville

He would be very nervous and would rush into it

But then he would get more confident and would be very passionate and soft

Also always asks you before he kisses you

When you pulled away to catch your breathes he asks if you’re okay because he feels like he won’t be good but also just wants to make sure you don’t feel pressured

Oliver

Oliver would be good at kissing or making out, it just makes sense

And he is very confident in his abilities as well 

His hands are resting on your hips and I feel like he would just always smirk into the kiss because he was just so happy to be kissing you

His hands would eventually move to hold your hips under your shirt though and then continue to move up

Blaise

Blaise is very confident and is always in control

Likes to mix it up with kissing down your neck and then moving back up to your lips

But he won’t bite you until you start begging for it

He also likes to trace your lips and tell you how pretty they are (and probably how pretty they would look doing other things)

Bill

Bill would have his hands on your ass, like just resting there even if it wasn’t anything sexual

Likes pulling away or biting just to make you gasp

But then always goes back to kissing you because he can’t resist

He would be very soft and passionate

Charlie

Charlie would be more rough than passionate and like your lips would always be puffy afterwards

His hands would also be resting either on your ass or hips and sometimes it wasn’t even sexual

Can’t resist from moving down to your neck and giving you a hickie

But then always kissing over it so it doesn’t hurt and it is just his way of saying he doesn’t really want to hurt you

Tom

Always traces your lips and is giving you hickies

Would do inappropriate things so you would either moan or gasp

And then chuckling when you do so and this gives him the opportunity to trace your lips before he goes back to making out with you

Likes doing it to catch you off guard

Hermione

Asks to kiss you before she does

I feel like at first she would be a bit soft and hesitant but then she would gain confidence and be really passionate

Likes having her hand on your neck or in your hair

Also likes being in control

Ginny

Is very confident and very good

Likes to kiss all over your face and murmur how much she loves you because it makes you giggle

But also likes going further down to give you a hickey

It is always fun trying to guess what mood she is in and she knows you are desperate to see what she is going to do and she always teases you about it

Luna

Very soft and very passionate

She would also be really gentle and probably liked it if you played with her hair

Whenever you pulled back she would always comment about how much she is enjoying it 

But she would always go back because she just loves kissing you and thinks i is quite sweet and romantic

Pansy

Very confident

Likes to have you gasping and moaning and will pull at your hair or have your head in her hands so she can have control

Teases you whenever she pulls away and probably traces your lips and lets her finger rest on your pouted lip

Loves marking you and giving you hickies so everyone knows you’re together

Fleur

Very soft and very gentle but also very skilled and knows what she is doing

Knows how to make you go crazy just from kissing and she knows she is good so she is always smirking

Likes having her hands on your neck and likes when you tug at her hair

Also likes pressing kisses along your jaw

Wait whaaaa? (Rie’s 300 Follower Starbucks event!)

300 FOLLOWERS?? Are you guys insane?? Wow. That is- wow.

Okay, let’s get this straight I posted my 200 followers thank you post 12/11/20… so if I did the math correctly, that was 17 days ago! HUHHH??? Like, do you guys really like my stuff that much?

Trust me, I’m thankful for each and every one of you and I love you all, but… WHAT IS GOING ON WITH YOUR BRAINS???

WHY in the WORLD would you follow me? 

But, somehow here we are so all I can say is…. THANK YOU GUYS!!

Um, I mean if you guys want me to do something (I’m sure you don’t, but I’ll give you something anyway) I WILL DO IT!

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Soooo how about (Since Starbucks is one of my favorite things):

Vanilla Bean Frappuccino= A very vanilla game, f*ck, marry, kill! Send me three Harry Potter characters and I’ll tell you who I’d do the devils tango with, spend my life with, and who I would go *jab**jab* to!

Strawberry Acai Refresher w Lemonade= Since it’s my favorite drink, I’ll do my favorite thing: Send me a character and a situation and I’ll write a blurb about it!

Hot Chocolate= Are you angry today? Well great… er not really… but cool off by venting to me about anything!

Green Tea= A drink that gives me serotonin because it reminds me of being 8 and thinking I was a bougie child. So, I’ll do something that also gives me serotonin; shipping people with others! Send me your House, if you prefer males or females, and a few facts about you! Then I’ll ship you with a character from Harry Potter (Golden Trio Era only tho)!

Send as many as you would like into my ask box! It’s a celebration, after all!

I think I’ll have this go until ½/21, but I might extend it, who knows?!

Thank you guys again for 300 followers! I love you all!

I’m tagging all of my mutuals so that this doesn’t flop (hopefully):

@wand3ringr0s3 @sweeterthansammy @loony-loopy-lupinn @whiz-bangs78 @show-choir-gal @durmstrange @wandsandwheezes @missmercurymoon @efyra @dracodear @georgeline @weasleyclaw @minty-malfoy @pansydaisy @siriuslyceleste @georgeweasleysbiggestfan @steviemae @layaa-layaaa @pineapplesandpinas @sackbot001 @emmaev @randombritneystan 

(48 Hours) Fred Weasley x Reader x George Weasley

*Smut Warning*(Teasing, slight degradation, unprotected sex, male/female receiving, some toys, squirting, threesome, cursing, begging, dirty talk)

Background: While spending the holiday break with the Weasleys’, Fred and George decide it’s the perfect time for you to be a test subject for their latest item at Weasley Wizard Wheezes. A/n: This is a late Christmas gift, and if you don’t celebrate, just a gift. Also I’m working on my requests, I promise I didn’t forget!🤍

“Ginny! Mum says dinner is ready!” Ron called through his sisters shut door. Hermione sat on the edge of Ginnys bed as I studied myself in the mirror.

“Finally,” Ginny sighed in relief. Hermione followed behind her.

“Coming, y/n?” Hermione asked.

“Yeah, I’ll be down in a sec,” she nodded, going down the stairs. I brought a dainty, gold necklace around my neck, fumbling with the clasp. I heard a knock at the door frame and saw two tall, toned boys. Fred and George.

“Need help?” George offered. He gently brushed my hair that laid against my back over my shoulder. His calloused fingers tickled my warm skin. I held my hair and turned my head seeing Fred leaning against the wall. He watched curiously, and I smiled warmly at him, he returned happily.

“Thank you, George,” I put a hand on his shoulder and felt myself blush. He beamed with a silent you’re welcome.

“You trust us, right, y/n?” Fred shoved his hands in his pockets coming closer.

“Sometimes, I guess,” I giggled, confused.

“Well, you know how we started that new line of products?” George reminded. Of course, the new line of products. The twins had first showed me before we left for the Burrow at Hogwarts only a few days ago. Much to my surprise, they were not pranks or treats, they were toys. Certainly not kids ones. The memory of Fred pulling out a vibrator and George pulling out a butt plug sent a shock to my core.

“Yes, I remember you showed me,” I felt my face get hot, the two boys smirked.

“Well there’s one thing we didn’t show you,” Fred stepped closer. I began having to crane my neck to look at him—his brother too.

“And what would that be,” I spoke intoxicatingly to Fred, my eyes flickered to George who was taking something out of his pocket.

“This,” he held up a little box with a pink pill enclosed in it. “It’s this little pill. We haven’t come up with a name for because we’re not sure if people would like it.”

“So you want me to decide if I like it?” I furrowed my eyebrows, reaching out to examine the product from George’s big hand.

“There’s a few things to know first, for one thing it’s going to make you awfully horny. Second it’s-,” I cut Fred off swiftly.

“Don’t think I can handle being horny?” I frowned at them, faking disappointment.

“Darling, don’t think this is going to be easy,” George said. “You’re our test subject, you follow us.”

Fred nodded in agreement with his brother, “So, you know what that means?”

“What?” Now I really frowned disappointedly. I thought I’d be able to do whatever I wanted.

“No touching,” Fred stated. My eyes widened.

“But Fred! I can’t do that,” I complained. He looked at George and exchanged grins.

“Don’t worry, we’ll help you out. It only last forty eight hours,” George sounded quite excited.

“Forty eight hours?” My eyes got wider.

“It’s two days, y/n. We’ll make it up to you on the last day,” Fred promised putting his large hands on my shoulders. My heart leaped at this offer, not only will Fred make it up to me, Fred and George will. Plus I wanted to help them, their business was one of the most important things to them. I did trust them enough to do this for them, they certainly did too.

“Okay, deal,” I opened up the pill, swallowing it with a glass of water from Ginnys desk.

“It should kick in early tomorrow morning,” Fred said leading me out of the room with his hand on the small of my back. ***

“Okay, I’ll see you guys later,” I jumped up from my card game with Ginny and Hermione, they looked at me puzzled.

“Are you okay? You’ve been jumpy since we finished dinner,” Ginny pointed out.

“And your face has been flushed too,” Hermione added. “Are you sure you not sick?”

“Of course not! I’m fine, really,” I reassured them.

Of course I wasn’t. I didn’t know if it was the pill or me, but I felt extremely eager and impatient. Ron and Harry haven’t noticed as they were deeply involved in a Wizards Chess game where for the first time, Harry seemed to be beating him. Fred and George, however, were more than aware glancing at me every so often from their conversation.

“Come on, y/n, we’ll help you,” George put an arm around my shoulder, Fred lead the way holding my hand. Ginny looked at me suspiciously, and I shrugged. The boys led me to my room, setting me on my bed.

“Is it working?” George studied me. “Or is it just anticipation?”

“I don’t know…” I felt distracted, maybe I was just anticipating what was to happen starting tomorrow morning. I looked at Fred for an answer, who seemed to have one. He bit his lip to hide a mischievous smile.

“Okay, tell me if this feels good,” Fred let his hand travel up my thigh. His fingers moved my pajama shorts to the side along with my underwear. I felt his middle and index finger run itself across my slit. My breath hitched in my throat, and I let out a soft moan.

“Yeah?” Fred looked at me with his fingers pressed against my clit. George had moved to sit next to me, tucking a hair behind my ear.

“Yes, please more,” I asked Fred.

“Sorry, angel, not tonight,” he removed his fingers fixing my shorts. He rubbed my thigh sympathetically. “You’re so wet and sensitive too.”

I looked at George pleadingly, all he did was return his brothers same answer with a shake of his head.

“We’ll see you in the morning, y/n,” George kissed my temple before getting up.

“And remember, no touching,” Fred was still knealt in front of me, he held my hand and kissed it.

“Okay, I won’t,” I sighed. The loss of contact and the ache between my legs were going to drive me mad. Fred and George left leaving me desperate and horny. It was going to be a long night of tossing and turning. I pressed my thighs together, attempting to fall asleep.***

I awoke to the sound of the clock beside me ticking. It read 7:30. Merlin it was too early to even be up. I turned onto my side and sighed. I felt no different than I had last night. I could feel just how wet I was, and the dull ache in my cunt pulsed. I heard a knock at my door, who was even up now?

“Morning,” George poked his head in. I could see he only had a pair of flannel pants on, his flaming hair was messy, but perfect. His v lines were quite noticeable as well from how low his pants sat. Even one long vein poked out beneath his skin on his lower stomach which led to his cock.

“George!” I exclaimed sitting up immediately.

“I don’t think I’ve ever heard you be so excited to see me,” George chuckled. He came in shutting the door behind him. He moved over the bed to sit next to me.

“Yeah right, I’m always excited to see you,” I protested. I had the strongest urge to just touch him, for my hands to roam his freckled abs and strong arms. I leaned against him instead, shoulder to shoulder.

George looked down at me with a raised eyebrow, “Okay, y/n.” He pretended to give in, deep down knowing he was right in this debate.

I let out a sigh and put my head on his shoulder. My legs haven’t stopped moving, I kept shifting next to him. I really was becoming impatient and now that the pill really kicked in, I was in for a long two days. George put his hand on my thigh and squeezed. The veins in his forearms and hands protruded out.

“You know why I’m here, y/n,” George wasn’t really asking, more like telling me.

“Not to say morning?” I stared at his hand lost in thoughts.

“Of course but a little more than that,” George looked down at my eyes fixed on his hand. I blinked and bit my lip trying to hold back from throwing myself at him. I felt his brown eyes on me taking every inch of me in.

“I came to check on you,” George used his free hand to push my legs open more. With the hand on my thigh, he cupped my throbbing cunt, rubbing lightly. “I wanted to see how your pretty, little pussy was feeling.

I seemingly melted at his touch, finally getting relief. I groaned loudly, pulling George’s face towards my own.

“Georgie, please, I’m so wet,” I felt like crying if I had to wait any longer. George smirked, feeling like he’d won. He kissed me letting my lip between his teeth. I moaned into his mouth as he slipped his hand in and began circles on my clit.

“Gotta be quiet now, darling,” George watched me as I whimpered watching his hand in my shorts. “Can’t wake anyone up, especially Fred.”

It wasn’t very long before I felt myself needing to cum. It was strong and the pleasure on my clit felt more than good. I leaned closer into to George. He kept my leg open with one hand while the other played with my pussy. He whispered praises into my ear, pressing open mouthed kisses along my neck.

“Fuck, George,” my eyes shut tightly and I held onto to arm. “I’m gonna c-cum.”

“Hold it for me, baby,” George met my lips with his. I weakly kissed him back, my body felt like going limp.

“I-I can’t,” I felt tears poking at my eyes. George continued to do circles on the sensitive bud of nerves. I tried to shut my legs tightly, doing everything I could to listen to George.

“Come on, be a good girl,” George cooed in my ear. At the last second before I was close to giving up, George stopped his actions and pulled his hand from my shorts.

“What- no, George!” I pulled onto his hand to make him resume my pleasure. He was too strong, I barely made any difference.

“Shh it’s alright,” George stroked my hair and pulled me into him tightly. “Blimey, you really are desperate.”

“It was your stupid product,” I glared at him, he laughed at me teasingly.

“I know, I know. You’re doing so well,” George kissed me proudly. “Now, let’s see how it feels to cum, yeah?”

“Please,” I spoke into his chest.

George put his hands on the sides of my hips pulling my shorts and underwear down. He absentmindedly massaged my lower stomach as I grinded on nothing. I just wanted to cum.

“Patience, love,” George got up from beside me and got in front of me. I got rid of the clothes around my thighs. He patted my inner thighs, my skin was on fire.

“Open those gorgeous legs for me,” I obliged to George, moving to open myself up to him and bending me knees.

“You probably taste as good as you look,” George pinched my clit, grinning.

“Don’t wait too long to find out, George,” I warned. He pulled me closer to the edge of the bed, I felt his breath ticking my pussy making me squirm. George leaned in, grinning against me. I felt his tongue lap at my arousal as he pulled my clit between his teeth. I was already feeling close since George had already gotten me halfway there earlier.

“Yes! R-right there,” I arched my back and held onto George’s messy, red hair. I couldn’t even control the moans slipping from my lips.

“Hold still, I’m not going anywhere,” George put his hands on my hips and held me down tightly.

“B-but I’m so c-close,” my toes curled in pleasure as I felt myself dangerously close to cumming in George’s mouth.

“I know, cum for me,” George licked at me continuously and harder. He switched between teasing my entrance and sucking on my clit. Each time he did so, I moaned his name loudly. He took notice to this and kept doing it. “I wanna taste you, darling.”

“Fuck, George,” I came bucking my hips into to him. I fell back on the bed, my eyes closed in pleasure as dirty moans and curses filled the room. George helped me ride out my orgasm, licking up the cum that dripped to my thighs. He hummed coming up to pull me into him.

“Good girl, y/n,” he kissed me as he arms held me tightly around his waist. “You did so well.”

“Thank you, Georgie,” I giggled giving him a kiss. He cuddled me for a bit before the smell of bacon came into the room. Since I had woken up, less sunlight had poured into the room. I moved into George closer feeling a little bit colder.

“What time is it?” I rubbed my thumb on George’s hand. Our faces were close as we laid on the pillow.

George turned his head with his arms still wrapped around body, “Around 8:30. Fred should be up soon, and mums probably making us breakfast.”

“Good, I’m starving,” I sat up to move and get my shorts.

“I don’t think I am anymore,” George winked and laughed.

“You’re an arse, Weasley,” I laughed hitting him with a pillow.

“Shut up, you loved it,” George beat me to getting my shorts.

“Just a little,” I teased.

George slipped my shorts on while I sat on the bed. I got up for him to pull them to my hips, holding onto his shoulders.

“Ready?” George squeezed my ass making me jump, laughing.

“Come on, don’t make us late,” I opened the door, going down the stairs getting an even stronger smell of the breakfast Molly has made. Hermione and Ron were arguing about how the toast should be made, Ron of course only half listening.

“Honestly, Ronald, nobody eats toast that looks like it’s been cooked by a dragon,” Hermione picked it up from the plate putting it in his face.

“Well I do,” Ron snatched the toast from Hermiones hand and took a bite from it. It was burnt to no end and just about crumbled when Ron took a bite. His face writhed in disgust at the taste. Harry, Ginny, and I laughed as Ron hurried to spit it out and wash the taste out with pumpkin juice. I felt someone closely behind me and turned to see.

“What’s so funny?” Fred asked pulling my ass into his hips.

“Your brother can’t make toast,” I looked at Fred to try and tell him to watch what he’s doing.

“What else is new,” Fred laughed with the others. He had a bulge I could obviously feel against my backside. I could even feel it close to my clit as he just barely grinded into me.

“Good morning, I see,” Fred touched a spot on my neck, and I looked at him confused. He held a spoon up so I could see the reflection. George left a hickey on me from earlier.

“I couldn’t help it,” I tried not to sound embarrassed. I mean, it was only half my fault.

“Clearly George couldnt either,” Fred laughed. “And I can feel how wet you are.”

I blushed at Fred’s words, departing from him to get a glass from the cupboard. He pulled me back by my hand and leaned down to my ear.

“My turn later,” Fred spoke low. To the others it looked innocent but was far from it.

“Why not now?” I pouted to get to him.

“You know I’m holding back to fuck you over this counter. Don’t push me,” Fred growled.

“Aw, it really is a shame you can’t do anything about that bulge in your pants,” I pointed down at Fred, his eyes were darkening every second.

“I knew this pill could make you horny but not a fucking tease,” Fred was annoyed at my game, I laughed at him finding it comical, even though I’d really rather Fred fuck me over the counter.

“It’s not the pill, it’s just me Freddie,” I winked and went to sit down with Ginny and Hermione. I chewed on my waffles and laughed at a joke Ginny made. Hermione looked at me laughing and looked back down. Almost immediately she looked back up at me with a more serious face.

“Y/n is that a-,”Hermione leaned in closer to my neck.

“Hickey?” Harry and Ron finished Hermiones question, now very interested in the conversation.

“What, no,” I scoffed, laughing nervously. The twins pretended to be absolutely oblivious. If I said anything, even looked at them, my friends would know it was one of them.

“Y/n, we’re not stupid,” Ginny raised her eyebrow at me.

“It’s probably just a spider bite or something,” I covered the purple spot with my hand, and I heard one of the twins make a noise. I glared at them, probably blowing my cover.

“Yeah? And did the spider happen to have red hair?” Ginny started to pick up on what was happening.

“Probably tall too, 6’3 maybe?” Ron followed in on his sister while Hermione and Harry tried to hold back from bursting into laughter.

“It looks pretty big too, were there two spiders?” Harry added to the joke.

Fred and George looked amused, not even embarrassed. They were even trying to hold back from laughing.

“You guys are insufferable,” I got up to clean my plates. “I’m taking a shower.”

I walked up the stairs to the bathroom totally unfazed by the conversation downstairs. George’s help this morning didn’t last very long, and I was back to feeling distracted and only focused on one thing. I hoped when Fred said it was his turn later, it didn’t mean too much later. I turn the water on hot after I got a glimpse of snowfall outside the window. It felt nice, and I tried to relax as much as I could. When I heard a knock at the door, I was more alert than ever silently hoping it was Fred or George.

“What is it?” I called poking me head out behind the curtain.

“It’s Fred, can I co-,” I stopped Fred from finishing his sentence. I got out of the shower, not even bothering for a towel. When I opened the door, Fred’s eyes widened, and I pulled him in the bathroom.

“Woah, I can get used to this,” Fred pulled me into him letting his hands explore my wet, naked body.

“Freddie please, I’m so…,” I hid my face in the red heads hard chest. His shirt was basically soaked from my body, not to mention it was white too.

“So what?” Fred tilted my face to look at him again.

“Horny,” I whined, almost crying desperately.

“I wonder why,” Fred smiled.

“Fred, seriously. No jokes right now,” I started to undress him. “Please make me feel good.”

“Since you asked so nicely,” Fred attached his lips to mine letting the bulge in his pants brush against my slit. I moaned into his mouth. Even the slightest bit of contact had me weak in the knees. I tugged down Fred’s pants, not bothering to remove my lips from his. He stepped out of them as I led him to the shower. I ground myself against his length, each time teasing my entrance.

“Not so fast, love,” Fred turned me around so my back was pressed against his stomach.

“Please Freddie, I need your cock,” I tried to turn and face him, but his hands on my hips kept me in place.

“I’ll decide tomorrow night if you can,” he smiled, taunting me. I blinked at him unsatisfied. “We’ll just have to work with what we have.”

Fred reached up for the shower head. The warm water that rained on our heads was now coming down my chest. Fred turned a dial, and the water pressure became higher. I looked up at him with my eyebrows furrowed.

“Fred, what’re- oh fuck!”

The shower head was brought down to my clit, the pressure sent a jolt of energy through my body making me collapse into Fred and grabbing hold of the shower wall. His strong arm held my waist as I leaned into him.

“Feels so good, baby, doesn’t it?” Fred whispered sweet and dirty nothings into my ear as I became a mess around him. “Tell me how much it does.”

“Fuck, Freddie!” My arm snaked around his neck and pulled him into kiss me. “Feels s-so good!”

Fred kissed up my neck, leaving a similar purple mark on my neck. I didn’t even care, I was so close to cumming, and Fred wasn’t even the one really doing it. I could barely hold myself up, Fred took notice to this using the opportunity to tease me.

“You can’t even hold yourself up,” Fred laughed holding the shower head closer. “You’d like to cum, wouldn’t you, y/n?”

“Fred, please, y-yes!” I held onto his wrist keeping the pressure of the water in one spot. I bent over slightly screaming in pleasure. “Oh-fuck…ahh!”

I felt myself tighten around nothing, and my legs shook from my orgasm. Fred held his arm around me tightly. He left open mouth kisses around my neck and my collarbone. My hand tangled in his red locks, my mouth gaped open with his name falling out.

“Bloody hell, y/n,” Fred gasped, and I felt his dick twitch against me. I laid my head into his chest, breathing heavily.

“That was-,” Fred stopped me with a rough kiss.

“Wicked,” he finished my sentence, holding my weak body into his.

I giggled looking up at him, “Okay, now I really need to shower.”

“Well so do I,” Fred grabbed a bottle of shampoo and put some in his hand.

I rolled my eyes and laughed at him as he began lathering up my hair. ***

“By the way, I heard screaming earlier. Y/n are you alright?” Hermione asked as I sat next to her on Ginnys bed.

“Don’t worry, it was just another spider,” Ginny tilted her head at me.

“Very funny, Gin,” I threw one of her pillows at her on the floor. “I’m going to sleep.”

“Okay, sleep tight,” Hermione said.

“Don’t let the spiders bite,” Ginny warned teasingly.

I walked out holding up my middle finger at them. Not long after me, I heard Hermione go to her room as well. I stared at the ceiling and sighed. Just one more night and one more day. How hard was it going to be? The ache in my cunt reminded me that it wasn’t going to be so easy. ***

“Y/n,” I heard two voices standing above me.

“Hello boys,” my voice was dripping with lust. They raised by eyebrows at me.

“Sleep well?” George asked sitting beside me. Fred laid on his back on the other side of me putting his hands behind his head.

“As well as I could,” I faked a sorrowful look, pulling my legs from under the blanket. “You know, it’s quite difficult being so wet having nothing to do about it.”

I held George’s face while my hand moved it’s way down to Fred’s waistband. He watched with wide eyes. When I reached between his legs, he was hard and thrusted slightly into my palm. I smirked still looking at George.

“You would know all about that, Freddie, wouldn’t you?” I dropped my hand from George’s jawline and pulled myself onto Fred. I had only had a pair of boy shorts on, I felt his bulge as if I had nothing on.

“No, I wouldn’t,” he bit his lip in a smug grin and jutted his hips into my cunt. I gasped, my hands falling to his chest. George watched in awe as I looked at him when I moaned. I knew he was just as hard as Fred watching this, but I wanted to tease them.

“What about you, Georgie?” I got up from Fred and crawled to George. “I can just imagine the pre cum dripping from your cock right now.”

I stood on my knees between George’s legs, putting my hand on his shoulder and letting the other run patterns on his chest. He held onto to my lower hips, almost squeezing my ass. George stared at my breasts through my thin shirt, my nipples noticeably visible. He looked up at me, practically drooling as I let my hand go lower and lower. My hand was just about in his pants when a pair of hands pulled me back.

“Hey!” I sat in between them confused.

“Sorry, y/n. Your little seductive game isn’t going to work,” Fred got up and stood in front of me.

“Nice try, though,” George patted my leg before getting up.

“Please,” I grumbled in frustration into my pillow. “I can’t wait any longer!”

“You can,” George answered.

“And you will,” Fred finished. He walked out with his brother.

“Pricks,” I rolled my eyes getting out of bed.

“We heard that!” ***

“Again?” I sighed. “Ron, that’s like the tenth time you beat me this whole week.”

Harry watched the wizards chess game Ron and I were playing. Hermione read a book on the couch while Ginny played a card game with her older brothers.

“I think he’s better than you, y/n,” Harry laughed sarcastically.

“Thanks, Harry, I had no idea,” I shoved his shoulder lightly.

“Why don’t you let Ron teach you, he taught me,” Harry suggested. I looked at Ron, and he smiled happily.

“Then maybe we’ll get somewhere when you play against me,” Ron joked.

“Okay then Ron, teach me your ways.”

Ron and I reset the chessboard as he went over everything with me. I picked up on the game pretty quickly after he clarified some things. After about forty five minutes. I was okay with playing a new chess game with Ron.

“You guys have got to watch this,” Harry called the others over, and they sat around the coffee table with us. Ron allowed Harry to sit next to me in case I needed any help since I was still pretty new. I noticed Fred and George didn’t like this, especially the times Harry would whisper in my ear what my next move should be.

“Check mate,” I smiled proudly at Ron winning my first game against him.

“Wow, I’m surprised, y/n, you were really bad at this last time I saw you play,” Ginny nodded approvingly.

“Well thanks to Ron I know what I’m going now,” I smiled at him and turned to Harry. “And I had a bit of assistance.”

The others laughed while I helped Ron clean up the chess board. The twins laughed through clench jaws. I looked at them questionably and they just shrugged to say nothing. ***

After everyone had fell asleep, I stayed up a bit to make it was safe to go downstairs with Fred and George. I knew they were still up be usually I’d hear them coming up the stairs talking, or they’d come check on me.

“I was wondering when we’d see you,” Fred has his eyes glued on. George opened his eyes from an armchair and smirked.

“I believe you two owe me,” I raised my eyebrow sitting on the floor in front of them.

“Do we Fred?” George neglected to answer me.

“I don’t know, mate. What do you think?” Fred sat up straighter and leaned forward. He looked at me while talking to George.

George nodded and looked at me, “Y/n, what is it exactly you want?”

“Fuck me,” I looked between them. “Please.”

“Sorry, love, you’re gonna have to wait a bit longer,” George pretend to pout.

“But-,”

“We know, it’s been two days,” Fred looked at me knowingly. “And we’ve been treating you so well, don’t you think?”

“Yes, but-,”

“No buts, you take what Fred and I give you,” George spoke in the same tone as Fred. “So when we tell you to strip, you do it.”

I looked at Fred, and he nodded his head for me to do so. I grabbed the bottom of my fitted bra like tank top and pulled it up. My breasts dropped out, the boys had a dazed looked on their face. I smiled getting on my knees to slip off my shoulders. Fred tried to get a look behind while the side of my body faced them. George watched my chest as I leaned forward a little to sit back down and slide the shorts off my legs. The last thing to go was my underwear. I turned my back towards them, slowly sliding them down my legs.

“Satisfied?” I turned my head and kicked them off.

“Almost,” George got up and grabbed my waist, leading me to the armchair across from them. He stroked my cheek as I looked at him innocently. George’s hand held onto to mine placed it on my pussy. I could feel just how wet I was. “You know what to do.”

I began to rub small circles on my clit, letting out a breathy moan at the relief. George sat back down, lust fill his and Fred’s eyes. Fred’s mouth gaped open slightly as I picked up my speed, moaning more noticeablely.

“Do you like touching yourself in front of us?” Fred watched me, toying with a silver ring on his thumb. I nodded impishly at him, biting my lip to conceal a moan.

“Tell him you do,” George spoke up with an unusual dominance.

“I-I love touching myself while y-you watch,” I stuttered way too close to cumming.

“You wanted to touch yourself all this time,” Fred moved over closer to me from his spot on the couch. “Show us how you were going to cum.”

I picked up my speed feeling my release wash over me. Their names fell out of my mouth as my fingers slowed their movements. I chest fell up and down from the feeling of myself tightening around nothing but air like before.

“Good girl, darling,” George knealt in front of me resting his hands on my thighs. “Think you can handle more?”

I nodded at George eagerly. George looked at Fred as if to give him a signal. He summoned a box, much like the one filled with the products they showed me at Hogwarts. In fact, it was the box.

I looked into the box and George pulled me away to the floor.

“No peeking,” Fred was behind me rummaging through the box.

George stood me on my knees and spread my legs apart. He pulled my face to his kissing me deeply and roughly. Fred pulled my hips back slightly. I felt a cold object run through my wetness, ignoring it while my lips were attached to George’s. Fred slid the object up to my tighter hold in my backside, he pushed it in, earning a groan from my lips.

“Doesn’t she look pretty, George?” Fred grazed his hand on my ass, George peered down over my shoulder.

“Like a princess,” George kissed my shoulder before he started undressing himself. I turned to see what Fred had stuck in me. It was a jeweled, scarlet colored butt plug. Fred had already undressed, his chest was littered with freckles. Fred turned me around to fully face him. He pushed down on my shoulders so my head was in his lap and I remained on my knees. I felt George wrap something around my ankles and wrists, keeping them tied together.

“Are you gonna be good for, George?” Fred looked down at me in his lap.

“Yes, I will,” I moved impatiently having no idea what they had planned. I heard a sound, the sound of a vibrator. George trailed it up my leg and let it ghost over my cunt. I whimpered into Fred’s leg.

“George, please, more,” I begged, straining against the ties he put around me.

“I know, angel,” Fred stroked my hair. “I know you wanna feel good, but you have to be paitent.”

“Freddie,” I mumbled. “George, please make me feel good!”

George chuckled lowly as he let one last pattern go up the back of my thigh. He placed it on my clit, finally, even putting it on as high as it could.

“Shit, t-that feels so good,” I moaned into Fred again to muffle the screams I wanted to let out.

“Doing so well,” George ran his hand up and down my ass.

“Because she’s a dirty slut, aren’t you?” Fred looked down at me.

“Y-yes!” I tried to grab hold of something, unable to do so. The power of the vibrations and the tightness from the plug were quickly going to send me over. Having George talk more softly, and Fred sounding more rough balanced out perfectly.

“G-George, I’m gonna c-cum,” I tried to pick my head up and look at him, but I was getting too weak.

“Cum for me,” George gave the permission to release, and I wasted no time to. He leaned down, kissing my back while Fred spoke condescendingly to me.

“You’re so desperate to cum, just a cum slut you are,” Fred pulled me from his lap once George undid the restraints. Fred brought my legs around his waist as he kissed me animalisticly, groping every inch of my body. He left bites on my neck, soon to be purple tomorrow.

“Merlin, you’re gorgeous,” Fred ran his fingers through my hair, pulling my lip to his.

“Fill me up, Freddie please,” I moaned in his ear.

Fred smirked against my neck, putting me back on my knees. George looked quite eager, palming himself through his underwear.

“Don’t worry, George, I didn’t forget you,” I pulled down his underwear letting his erection finally be free. It slapped his stomach, he groaned as I wasted no time to pleasure him. I jerked him of a few times before leaning down and taking him in my mouth. Fred put a hand on my hip, rubbing his dick through my arousal. Fred wasted no time as well to shove himself in.

“My dirty girl has a tight little cunt,” Fred teased with a groan. He fingers came down to play with my clit. Having Fred handle me in such a rough way as he thrusted harder into me was just making me drip. The moans around George made him twitch in my mouth. He was beginning to be more vocal as well the closer he got.

“Harder, Fred,” I weakly spoke to him. “I wanna cum.”

“Is that a way to ask?” Fred didn’t speed up, but seemingly slowed down.

“Please, Fred, let me cum,” I cried out as George began to thrust into my mouth. “I’m so close, please!”

I could feel Fred’s triumphant smirk as he gripped my hips tightly and began railing into me. I just about screamed around George causing him to let out a curse.

“Just like that, y/n,” George continued his subtle hip movements into my mouth while holding my hair. “Shit, I’m gonna cum.”

With a few more thrusts, George moaned out letting his warm release soothe my warn throat. I swallowed with an appreciative hum, licking George clean as best I could. Fred was as close as I was, his hips faltering against me.

“Yes, F-Fred, right there,” Fred rammed into the particularly sensitive spot inside of me which caused me to clench tightly around him. “Oh-fuck…I’m cumming!”

I ran my hands to George, grabbing onto to him for support. Filthy sounds shot out of my mouth as I got down from my high. The overwhelming tingle of pleasure remained in my core even after I felt Fred paint my walls with his own cum, pulling out with a curse.

I flipped on my back to look a Fred, his thighs dripping with my own release. He smiled at me lazily, pulling me by my arm to him.

“That was so bloody hot,” Fred gasped in my ear, attaching his swollen lips to mine. I pulled away to kiss George, my hands ran through both their messy, red hair. I laid between the boys and looked at them.

“Thank you,” I smiled, still in a daze.

“No, thank you,” George patted my leg.

“You helped us, y/n,” Fred slid down beside me. “In more ways than one.”

I rolled my eyes at Fred’s wink and George laughed.

“What if the pill never worked at all?”

They both looked at me with furrowed eyebrows.

“Well that’s just hypothetical, right?,” George asked.

“Yeah, hypothetical,” I tried to hide a smile creeping on my lips.

Winter at Malfoy Manor

Merry Christmas everyone(or whatever tradition or heritage and beliefs you celebrate) I hope everyone had a magical day🔮⚡️🎄.

Sugar cookie🤍.

Christmas was coming.

One morning in mid-December, Hogwarts woke to find itself covered in several feet of snow. The lake froze solid and the Weasley twins were punished for bewitching several snowballs so that they followed Quirrell around, bouncing off the back of his turban.

it was the end of a decade

but the start of an age

Introducing ... The Big Six

BTS of What’s Up? Music Video by Courtnie shot by Diego Palomino.

I’ve realized that I have a thing for powerful, morally grey witches that could avada kedavra me and I would thank them

“Why are they all staring?“ demanded Albus as he and Rose craned around to look at the other students. ”Don’t let it worry you,“ said Ron. ”It’s me. I’m extremely famous.”

Thorns and Roses

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x reader also Blaise Zabini x reader if you squint.

Word Count: 3.2k

Warnings: Blood, swears twice? Angsty (fluff ending)

Summary: Hanahaki Disease AU! You are despareatly in love with your bestfriend. His unrequainted love causes flowers to grow in your lungs which you are forced to cough up until death overcomes you. The only removal of this sickness is a spell which also takes every memory of the loved one with it.

A/n: look at my dumb ass post late for my own event... this fic is for the first week of Cliche Month. My cliche was Hanahaki Disease. Check out the other writers work. They are amazing!!

    Roses used to be your favorite flower. Their delicate petals stained with glaring crimson intrigued you since you reached for one in your mother’s garden and pulled away with a bloodied hand. They could be found around you constantly; arranged in sparkling vases and patterned on your dresses. Bouquets were gifted to you by friends and family during holidays and birthdays, they surrounded you. 

    Now as you coughed into the toilet of the girl’s lavatory you wished to never see a rose again. You could feel the thorns tearing you apart, your throat sliced to ribbons as you clutched the stark white porcelain. You heaved a final time, petals falling into the clear water, the blood upon them staining it pink. You felt dizzy, copper thick in your mouth. You choked out a sob, tears spilling down your cheeks and dripping off your chin. You brought your hand to your face, whipping your mouth with its back and blinking back a fresh wave of cries. You pushed yourself to your feet, knees sore from resting on cold tile too long. You flushed, watching as the red and white petals spiraled from view. 

    You stepped from the stall going to the mirror and dabbing away melting makeup, a few practice smiles at your reflection flashed before you exited the secluded room. 

    Hanahaki disease had been glorified around you for years. The aesthetic and purity of its cause and symptoms making it seem like some dream or fairytale. You had learned quite quickly it was anything but. While everyone talked of the beauty of growing flowers within you they never talked about the pain of thorns piercing you with every breath or the blood which lingered on your taste blood because of never-ending cuts and tears of skin. They never talked about the stab you felt each time the person you loved looked your way or the times you had to swallow petals to keep your quickening death a secret. 

    Blood and roses painted a pretty picture but they stopped being so charming as you choked them out every few hours. 

    You walked quickly to class, each step you took emitting pain in your chest, pain which you had gotten phenomenal at ignoring. Snape didn’t bat an eyelash, despite the fact that you were six minutes late. The stabs grew searing as you took a seat next to the scowling blonde who had unintentionally bloomed flowers in your chest.  

    “Where the hell were you?” Draco scoffed his tone cold.

    “Bathroom.” You replied plainly, eyes tracing the slope of his nose as he turned away from you. Your eyes continued to follow his profile, creating trails on his jawline and under his light grey eyes. 

    Draco turned back to you, “Is there something on my face?” 

    You shook your head, feeling petals flutter in your stomach, thorns following. 

    He said nothing, eyes flicking around your profile, looking for clues of your strange behavior. “Are you sick?” He asked, “You look pale.” 

    You shook your head yet again, “I feel fine.” Lies came so easily recently.

    Draco didn’t give in easily, his gaze searching your own as if he could read through your words to your failing heart. “You’ve seemed off recently,” he stated turning back to the lesson.

    “I don’t know what you mean.” You replied. Lying really had become effortless.

    Draco didn’t like your sudden disappearances and untrustworthy excuses. You had been distant and unfamiliar in recent days. Your schedule seemed skewed, jokes, and laughter seeming to die as you rushed to unexplained meetings with no one before reappearing thirty minutes later with blood on your sleeves. You always smelled of the liquid, copper had replaced your floral shampoo and tropical perfumes. Everything about you simply felt wrong, like an invisible switch had been flipped leaving you as an imposter. 

    You forced a thin smile at the girl across from you as she said her greetings. Pansy dug into her plate of eggs, glaring up at you suspiciously. Your relationship with the girl had always rested on the edge of a knife. She despised your relationship with Draco, her eyes going green whenever you were seen together. You wish you could tell her there was really nothing to worry about. 

    “You’re hiding something.” She satiated plainly.

    You scrunched your nose in mock confusion, “What?”

    A scoff rose from her lips, “I’m not stupid y/l/n. Something is up with you, everyone can see it.” 

    “I have no clue what you’re talking about.” You huffed rolling your eyes, hoping she didn’t notice the goosebumps that rose on your arms, fear of being discovered chilling you to the bone. 

    Blaise sat down next to you sensing the tense atmosphere and glancing between you both, “This about Draco?” He asked cautiously.

    You shook your head quickly, a stab of agony shooting through you at his mention. 

    The boy shrugged, snatching a bagel and beginning to dress it with jam, “Anyway, you guys are coming to Hogsmeade right?”

    Pansy answered excitedly her high pitch making you wish you’d stayed in bed. The conversation droned for a moment and you focused on your breathing. You knew the time which you would be able to do such a necessary act was limited. It was only a matter of time before thorns punctured a lung or pushed through your heart. 

    “You’re going right y/n?” Blaise asked, drawing you into the words spoken between them. 

    You bit your cheek, “I don’t think so.” 

    Blaise groaned, “Come on, we always go! It’s like a tradition.”

    You frowned, “You didn’t go last week.”

    The trap he had fallen into struck quickly, “Well doesn’t matter, you need to go.” he recovered.

    “And why’s that?” You hummed nursing an orange juice that tasted of copper. 

    “Draco gets pissy when you don’t come.” He explained. The words would have made your heart soar if vines weren’t threaded through your veins. “Especially after quidditch practices.” 

    You sighed, “Draco isn’t my responsibi-” you were cut off by a spear thrust into your chest. The glass you held fell from your grip and shattered on the table. Eyes darted towards you in confusion as you bent over in agony. 

    A muffled voice broke through your momentary disconnection from the conscious world.

“Y/n are you okay?” 

Your eyes fluttered open as you gasped for air, tears pooling in your eyes, “I’m fine.” you rasped standing quickly from your seat as you felt petals push up your throat. You sprint from the room without another word, hand clasping over your lips as you desperately tried to swallow the floral arrangement crawling up towards your lips. You managed to make it three corridors before collapsing to the ground, heads turned, eyes locking with you as let out a rattling set of coughs. 

You didn’t hear the words of concern or cries for help as your mouth filled with blood. You felt something push from your mouth landing on your hands lightly. A rose blossom stared back at you as you opened your eyes. Its white petals unfurled stunningly, deep crimson puddles pooled between them. Red dripped lazily down your hands and you began to cough again. Thorns tore through your flesh escaping into the light of the world drenched in red, petals floated in the small puddle of blood around you like tiny boats in a lake of fire. 

You hiccuped twice, the pain the action caused forcing tears down your cheeks. Your ears rang with shouts and gasps, your hands tightening around the flowers you held, only then noticing the cuts which littered your palms. 

Blaise thundered around the corner, shoving people out of the way to see what they had gathered around. His eyes widened when he saw you, blood drenching the front of your uniform, tears mixing with crimson as they dripped off your chin. But the most alarming thing which sat in that hallway where the roses. Four of them, in full bloom, were littered around you, their meaning sinking terror into Blaise’s head. He dropped to his knees in front of you, hands coming to your shoulders.

“Shit y/n,” he mumbled feeling his eyes prick.

You were sobbing, wincing with every shake your body gave, “I can’t forget.” You whimpered, “Please, I don’t wanna die but I can’t forget him.” Your begs were cut off as you began to cough again.

You felt numb. The potions you had been given driving away not only pain but every other feeling your body had manifested. Moving felt like wading through thick mud, the weight of the blankets adding to the confusion of your nerves. 

The ceiling of the hospital wing had become boring hours before, the dark of the night staining the white a deep blue. Your brain ran through memory after memory, thinking that if they replayed through your consciousness enough they would be stuck there, even after they were cut from your body with the flowers within you. You could hear his voice, smell his cologne, and feel his hair. The pain of your body had left but that of your mind had been so deeply engraved it was hard to distinguish from the former. 

The ache you felt from the image of his angry tears and hoarse screams were far worse than the occasional stab of a thorn. Maybe it would be better to forget. Forget the pain, the love, all of it. To forget him. Yet every time you thought of the idea your eyes welled with tears and that unsettling ache of your chest worsened. 

Memories became more and more recent as the melody of the platinum blonde continued to play. Those of a few hours ago were the freshest, still crisp around the edges, full of brilliant colors. 

You didn't want him to find out, let alone find out from someone who wasn't you. Yet Blasie had told him the second after he had dropped you where you now lay, betraying everything within you. 

He had come into the wing still dressed in his quidditch robes, broom in his left hand as he stormed through the previously quiet area. 

"How dare you." He had seethed, broom hitting the ground with a clatter. 

Your eyes had become focused solely on him the second his voice had graced you.

"How fucking DARE you!" His eyes were glossy with fury.

"Mr. Malfoy!"  Pompfery shouted behind him

You were in a confused daze, dull pain shooting through you as Draco neared. "What?" 

He was in front of you now tears sliding down his flushed cheeks as he gripped the metal of the bed frame.

"You can't just fall in love with me!" He shouted, "You can't just, j-just," his voice faltered and fell and he slumped forward. 

You sat up wanting to move towards him, "I'm sorry." You whimpered a hand coming to rest on his own.

He snatched himself away from you, "You were just going to let yourself die?" 

You paused another stab of pain dulled by medication sending white to your vision. Were you going to let yourself die? Die for the memories of this boy? It seemed a bit pitiful as you thought about it. "I don’t know." 

Draco was appalled, his mind reeling as you stared up at him, eyes wide and glistening, "Don't put your blood on my hands." He hissed turning and storming from the room.

You called after him, voice straining, throat burning. He didn't spare a single glance back and you were left staring at his disregard broom as blossoms bubbled in your throat.

Draco had always had an easy way out when he was younger. His mother loved to spoil him and his father would keep him out of trouble with little effort. He had easy choices that were made for him. But recently things have been different. The expectations of his parents raised as he wanted to do nothing but flee from the life they had given him.

You had been safety for him. Your lack of questions and secret intent made you a safe haven. He didn't have to worry about your thoughts of him because he knew they were positive. He didn't have to be concerned with his reputation or his future or his family. He could just exist with you. Exist freely. The bonds which held him to the earth disappeared in your presence and he could float amongst the pink clouds which you lived. 

You were his best friend. And now you were going to be ripped away from him. And there was no one to blame but himself. His unreturned feelings were killing you, this was all his fault. And now your memories would be pulled from you and you would become nothing more than a stranger. 

It hurt to know you may have died for him. Died to keep him in your mind. It hurt to know all the blood you had spilled stained his palms. 

The dorm rooms were darkened, the murky waters of the lake filtering soft moonlight through their depths. Sleep seemed like a faraway friend to Draco as he stared out at nothing. His thoughts were washed together like paint doused in water. A strange dream-like haze had rested over his life since he saw you on that bed. His thumb ran over the bumps of his knuckles, where your hand had rested hours before.

"You shouldn't have blamed her." 

Draco didn't look up, his eyes locked into the dark waters, "I know." 

Blaise sat down next to him, legs crossed, "You should apologize." 

"I know." 

There was a long pause. Neither boy knew what they were supposed to say.

Draco felt his eyes sting, resent bubbling in his stomach, and having nowhere to go, "I don't want to lose her." 

Blaise sighed, "You are either going to have to lose her or love her. It's up to you." 

But it wasn't up to him. He couldn't choose to love you. 

The next day was unsure like a scene that was cut from a movie. Draco spent his time lingering in his hazy consciousness. The thoughts of losing you slowly driving him insane. His vision swam with your image in hallways, eyes falling through him. He would be a stranger to you. And he would have to keep it that way for your own safety. He would be forced to watch his best friend live her life without the memories they shared. The sting of realization grew with each moment.

Your pain had begun to fade. You weren't sure if it was because of the medication or if your body was simply shutting down. The latest you could get McGonagall to cast the spell was tomorrow night. Then every moment you and Draco had shared would be flushed away. 

At least the coughing fits had stopped, thorns no longer tearing your throat to pieces. No more roses covered in blood. You felt a sense of peace.

Your far away mind was drawn back by Madam Pompfery's shrill voice. 

"You may absolutely not visit her!" 

"I just want to apologize!" Another tone retorted.

You sat up quickly, blankets shoved to the side as your bare feet made contact with the ground. 

The argument grew louder as you neared, words turning harsh. 

"Draco?" You called, peeking around the corner to see Madame Pomfrey standing with her back to you blocking the doorway, the blonde just in front of her.

"You should be in bed." The nurse scolded me, turning to look at you.

"I want to see him." You stated firmly.

She had now turned to face you fully, "Go back to bed y/l/n." 

You glared back at the woman, "Let him in." 

There was silence, you're gaze unwavering as the older woman slowly caved. 

"Make it quick Malfoy."

You wanted to choke on the awkward silence that followed after the woman departed. Dracos eyes were glued to you as your own darted between your feet and the nearby wall. 

“She’s right. You should be in bed.” he spoke.

You shrugged, “I was feeling better. The medication helps.”

“You shouldn’t be standing regardless.” He huffed walking past you towards the bed you had been in a few minutes before. 

    You rolled your eyes but followed him, knowing he was right didn’t make you feel any better. 

    “I'm sorry about before,” Draco mumbled as you set yourself against the headboard. You tilted your head in a silent question, “I shouldn't have yelled at you yesterday. It's not your fault.”

    You cracked a small smile, head tilting back until it hit the wall. “Of course it's my fault.” 

    Draco was silent and you gazed at him from the corner of your eye. His eyes were cast at his feet, the melancholy look on his face making you sour. 

    “Please don’t be sad.” You muttered, “I can't have my last memory of you be sad.”

    Despite your plea, his eyes grew misty, the weight on his chest so heavy he thought it might crush him. 

    Your feet felt light and for a moment you thought you might be dying. Your head felt so clear, you wouldn't have been surprised if Draco started saying you were floating off your bed. Your chest felt warm and fuzzy, like hot chocolate after hours in the snow. 

    “I can’t lose you.” Draco sobbed, tears finally spilling from his eyes. “I can’t lose you, y/n. Please don’t leave me.”

    Part of you wanted to slap him, “It's not a choice.” You swallowed thickly, “I didn’t choose to fall in love with you.” It was the truth. You didn’t choose to plunge into the deep waters of absolute devotion. You were pushed. Pushed by each smile and laugh. By each joke and eye roll. He had pushed you into the whirlpool of love and you had been sucked deep under. And now you couldn’t breathe.

    “I can’t watch you forget me.” He croaked his head held in his hands, “I love you y/n, you can't become a stranger to me. I couldn’t watch you live without me. I couldn't live with these memories knowing you don't have them.” 

    Suddenly the lack of pain made sense. The light, fuzzy feeling overwhelming your body was comprehensible, “Say it again.”

    Draco met your eyes, “What?”

    “Say you love me again.”

    His eyes widened, momentary surprise taking him before it was pushed aside by a rush of relief, “I love you.”

    It was like a drug drawn from his lips, it burnt like whiskey down your throat, warmth filling you. You sat forward quickly, hands coming to cup his cheeks, damp and sticky with tears. Droplets of your own gathered, rivers of relief dripping off your chin.

    Your lips met hastily. The taste of salt mixed with the bitterness of blood was unsavory but neither of you seemed to care as you pulled him closer. Kiss deepening as his hands fell to your waist. You found yourself sinking deeper into the water you had fallen into, oxygen suddenly filling your thirsting lungs.

    You were unaware of the thorns that filled Blaise’s. Yellow petals spilled from his lips, his throat filled with blood. As you tucked your head into Draco's chest, his was buried into his hands, tears filling his eyes. He was hopeless, the thorns would tear him apart and you would put roses on his grave

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Masterlist

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He’s just a boy🥺

Robert Pattinson › Les Inrockuptibles (2018)

hogwarts express | DRACO MALFOY (smut)

Draco Malfoy x Reader (past harry x reader) 

SUMMARY: Draco fucks Y/N to prove a point to Harry who he knows is hiding in the storage compartment above, watching the whole thing. 

REQUESTED: first of all, i absolutely love your writing!!! ok so you know how on the train in sixth year harry was spying on draco in the compartment? what if draco and y/n have sex in front of him while he’s still under the cloak and draco is like “put on a show.” 👀 i’ve been thinking about this nonstop for days @sapphicnoodle69 

WARNINGS: dirty talk, public sex, choking, oral (both receiving), slut shaming, probably more idk 

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“Hogwarts,” Draco scoffs, a sneering look on his face as he fiddles absentmindedly with his fingers on the table in front of you, “what a pathetic excuse for a school. I think I’d pitch myself off the Astronomy Tower if I thought I had to continue for another two years.”

You frown from where you’re leaning your head on his shoulder, your senses consumed by Draco. All you can smell is his expensive cologne and the peppermint of his shampoo, the smooth material of his suit’s blazer brushing your cheek as you stare across at Pansy and Blaise. They look equally as confused as you do. Draco hadn’t been the same since his father had been sent to Azkaban, all thanks to Harry Potter, Draco had said. 

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Pansy questions. 

“Let’s just say, I don’t think you’ll see me wasting my time with Charms class next year,” Draco mutters bitterly. 

Blaise snickers lightly and Draco’s eyes snap to him in an instant– venomous and daring. It’s the kind of cold look that anybody would dread getting from a Malfoy. 

“Amused, Blaise?” Draco sneers, “We’ll see just who’s laughing in the end.”

You miss the tiny metallic clanging noise from above your heads, and so do Blaise and Pansy from where they’d sending you questioning looks, as if you should know why your boyfriend’s suddenly acting like the four of you haven’t spent the past six years exchanging all your secrets and hanging out at any free moment you may have. 

Draco knows who’s there. Your ex-boyfriend. His enemy. Harry Potter. He pisses Draco off even more with the way he always stares at you. It gives Draco an idea. 

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Tom Riddle

Smut

My Lord

My Always

Yandere Tom Riddle Headcanons (Part 1, Part 2)

That’s a woman

Love is beautiful, if it is true

Mine

Fluff

If you were alive again (Part 1, Part 2)

He noticed

Theseus Scamander

Fluff

His family

For anyone who wanted to watch Grand Army on Netflix

Choose Me Instead - Masterlist

Last update: November 6th, 2020

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Chapter 1: Prologue

Chapter 2: Reunion

Chapter 3: Honesty

Chapter 4: Potions

Chapter 5: You

Chapter 6: Halloween

Chapter 7: Lies

Chapter 8: Slytherins

Chapter 9: Hogsmeade

Chapter 10: Dating

Chapter 11: Desperation

Chapter 12: Healing

Chapter 13: Christmas

Chapter 14: Reality

Chapter 15: Fireworks

Chapter 16: January

Chapter 17: Magical

Chapter 18: Revelations

More Chapters will follow soon!

Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban

I’d only let Harry Potter boys break my heart🥺💔😭

New animation. From Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban. 

prompts list :)

fluff/general

“how much did you drink?”

“aw, you’re so cute.”

“what did you do?”

“i asked if you were having a party. i didn’t tell you to have a party.”

“this is the opposite of what i told you to do.”

“well, it’s the thought that counts.”

“wait, no, don’t take kissing away from me.”

“okay, where are all my jumpers?”

“oh, you’ve started stealing my socks now?”

“yeah, okay, but i’m cooler.”

“you owe me a kiss.”

“how did you get in here?”

“for starters, that’s impossible.”

“how did you fail a survey?”

“yeah, well, if you weren’t so drunk maybe i would.”

“that’s not even fair.”

“you promised me a cookie!”

“did i ever tell you how beautiful your eyes are?”

“ew, that is so sappy, i might vomit.”

“i’m not playing truth or dare.”

“you’re not very intimidating.”

“i love you.”

“well the probability of that is 0, but you go ahead.”

“that was, by far, the stupidest thing you’ve ever done.”

“why don’t you take a picture? it’ll last longer.”

“maybe not.”

“why the hell is there glitter everywhere?”

“well, i’m pretty irresistible.”

“how much money would you give me to flip this table, right here, right now, in the middle of class?”

“detention? again?”

angst

“why don’t you just go?”

“no, it’s not like that.”

“if you cared about me, you wouldn’t do this.”

“it doesn’t matter anymore.”

“what’s the point?”

“fuck you.”

“you should’ve said that yesterday.”

“don’t lie to me.”

“i swear, if you say another word, i’ll leave.”

“change in mind or change in heart?”

“it’s over, it’s done, just leave it be.”

“why do you keep bringing it up?”

“we can’t go back in time, so stop trying to reverse what you said.”

“you say you’ll stop, but then you keep doing it!”

“maybe in another world.”

“why are you like this?”

“stop making empty promises!”

“what about us?”

“don’t say that.”

“i’m done. we’re done.”’

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My Peachy Top 12 Favorite Descriptive Words

1. Precious

2. Lovely

3. Delicate

4. Delightful

5. Ethereal

6. Soft

7. Innocent

8. Pure

9. Fragile

10. Sweet

11. Twinkling

12. Magical

50 Angsty Questions Prompt List

“And that makes it okay?”

“Are you afraid to die?”

“What would you do if I didn’t come back?”

“Do you know what it’s like?”

“Hasn’t this addiction done enough damage already?”

“Why are your eyes so red?”

“How do you think this ends?”

“Why would I ever want to be with you?”

“Is that what you think of me?”

“Do you know what a gunshot wound feels like?”

“How am I supposed to go on?”

“Can’t you see how fucked up this is?”

“If I told you I hate you, what would you do?”

“Should you be drinking that much?”

“What if we just crash this car and make it all stop?”

“Do the drugs still get you high?”

“Am I the reason you cry every night?”

“When did you stop loving me?”

“Don’t you think you’ve done enough?”

“How did things go so wrong?”

“When did things fall apart?”

“Which part of me wasn’t enough?”

“How do I make you love me again?”

“How much does it hurt knowing you lost me?”

“We’re you trying to destroy us?”

“How do you want to die?”

“Is the weight of it all finally too heavy?”

“Are you okay with having blood on your hands?”

“How do you sleep at night?”

“Can you still sleep at night?”

“Is being high all the time worth losing everything?”

“Can you feel the blood draining from your body?”

“Do you know how it feels to wish for death every day?”

“Will you miss me at all?”

“Can I have one last kiss?”

“Do you understand what you’ve done?”

“Is this how you thought your life would be?”

“Did you expect this to turn out better?”

“Can you really blame me?”

“How could you do this?”

“Can you be the one to do it?”

“Does this mean what I think it means?”

“Are you leaving?”

“How do we fix this?”

“Would you hate me?”

“Do you want to die?”

“How many more innocent people have to die?”

“Can you promise me no one else has to get hurt?”

“Are you satisfied now…?”

“Do you even know what love feels like?”