A Patronus is supposed to be a beacon of light, a shield of pure memory conjured against darkness. Alastor's? Well... it's still a deer. Just not quite the kind anyone expected.
Slytherin's most charming problem student casts his Patronus — and somehow makes even that terrifying.
Sirius: Have you ever thought deeply of the term ‘living history’, it’s so significant. Like we’re living but 50 years from now we’re going to be history. Right at this moment something might be happening, that in the future might have a whole chapter in the history of magic. We may be part of a time where something so great happens, that our grandchildren will be awed when we say we lived in that time.
Remus: *Damn, he’s so smart* *So philosophical* *my bf’s finally mature* *I don’t have to worry about him anymore*
Later that day….
James: Sirius, bet you can’t hang on to one of the whomping willows branches longer than me.
Remus: Nice try James, Sirius has a better outlook on life now, he won’t partake in your stupid ideas anymore.
pt 13 *CW SMUT* this chapter is just porn, no plot
Using the key the twins had provided you with, you entered their apartment. You had expected no one to be home, yet you were met with the sound of the shower running. Georges shoes were next to the door, his keys on the hook. He must have left work early for some reason. Not wanting to disturb him, you made your way to Freds bedroom. You kicked off your shoes, throwing yourself across the bed. You pulled out your book, ready to unwind after a long day. The soft echo of running water giving the perfect background noise to turn off your thoughts and drift away into the pages.
At first you were unsure if you actually were hearing what you thought you were. Now paying closer attention, you could not deny it. Deep, needy moans were coming from under the bathroom door. George must have been touching himself. The shock of what was happening went directly between your legs, your stomach flipping. You could feel heat rising to your cheeks, trying to ignore it you tried to get back to your reading. The words on the page seemed to have a mind of their own, twisting and turning away from your concentration. His moans becoming louder, your thighs squeezed together, trying to give yourself some form of relief. You felt dirty for being so turned on when George had no idea you were here.
Maybe if you were quick, you could make yourself cum before he even shut off the water. Flipping onto your back, you unzipped your pants, sliding your fingers into your underwear. You couldn’t believe how wet you already were, dipping your fingers inside yourself, pulling the wetness to your clit, rubbing it slowly. George let out another loud moan, encouraging you further, you sped up your fingers. A moan of your own escaping you as you felt the knot in your lower abdomen tightening quickly. That’s when you heard it, your own name escaping George followed by a slurry of profanities. Undeniably he was thinking of you touching himself, you couldn’t take it anymore.
Jumping up from the bed, you hurried to the bathroom door. Without knocking, you opened the door, quietly shutting it back behind you. Pulling the shower curtain, you found him exactly how you had imagined him. His hard cock in his hand, pumping over the red angry tip. Taking him by surprise he attempted to cover himself.
“What are you doing in here?”
“Move over.”
“What?”
“I said move over Georgie I’m coming in.” You stepped under the running water, clothes still on, his hands instantly finding your hips pulling you in closely. Your hands wrapped around his shoulders, your eyes locking with one another. For a moment you stood watching each other, both silently asking permission to move. You pulled him closer, prompting him to crash his lips into yours. He kissed you as if he was trapped in a snowstorm and you were a warm fire, awakening his frozen limbs. He made quick work pulling your drenched shirt up over your head, tossing it onto the floor below you. His lips found your neck, biting and sucking everywhere he could.
Letting out a breathy moan, you struggled to pull your pants off. Always the gentleman, George came to your aide, kissing his way down your body, getting down onto his knees sliding them down the rest of the way along with your panties. The sight of your naked, wet body was almost too much for him to handle. His hands traveled up your thighs, gripping one, he threw it over his shoulder. Causing a giggle of anticipation to escape you.
“Keep that up, I dare you.” His pupils were so blown you could no longer see the color of his iris. “Your eyes stay on me, do you understand?”
You bit your bottom lip, nodding down at him. A harsh slap met the swell of your ass, enough to have left a handprint behind. “Use your words so I know you understand me. I won’t ask again.”
“Yes sir, I understand.” You responded, causing him to groan at you calling him sir.
“That’s a good girl.” Without warning he dove into your pussy, instantly wrapping his tongue around your clit. Your hands found their way into his hair, holding on for dear life as he sucked and hummed around your core. Sliding a finger into your soaked pussy, he pumped it quickly making your knees go weak.
“Fuck, just like that.” His eyes stayed locked on yours, rolling his tongue over your swollen bud. He pushed in a second finger, curling them upwards to reach that spot that drove you crazy. Your legs had begun to shake around him, after playing with yourself before entering the shower, your orgasm was rapidly approaching.
“I can feel how tightly you’re squeezing onto my fingers, how am I going to be able to fuck this tight cunt?” His words pushed you closer to the edge, your head resting back on the shower wall, he pulled his fingers from you leaving you empty. A dissatisfied whine left you, looking back down at him.
“I told you that you had to keep your eyes on me, now you have to wait to cum.” Pushing your leg off his shoulder he stood up, towering over you.
“But Georgie-” His hand clamped over your mouth.
“Do not Georgie me sweet thing, you didn’t listen to the rules, now I get to fuck this sweet pussy and you will wait to cum until I say its okay. Do I make myself clear?” Removing his hand, he awaited your answer.
“Yes, I will wait until you say I can cum. I promise I will be good.” Wrapping his hand around your throat, he gave it a gentle squeeze.
“You better not hold back any of those perfect noises you make; I want to know exactly how good I am making you feel.” You wrapped one leg around his waist, pushing your back against the shower wall, snaking your arms around his shoulders. With his free hand he reached down, slapping his heavy cock against your clit. Positioning himself with your entrance, he pushed his hips forward slowly, stretching you open. Your eyebrows furrowed, jaw going slack at the delicious sting as he inched his way deeper inside of you.
Bottoming out, George halted his movements allowing you to adjust to his thick size. “Ready baby?”
“Please move.” His hips moved in a circular motion, his pelvis providing perfect friction to your throbbing clit. Once again you could feel your orgasm quickly approaching. He began thrusting up into you at a rapid pace, desperate moans falling from the both of you.
He removed his hand from your throat, roughly grabbing your jaw. “Open up.”
Remembering what he had said before you kept your eyes locked to his, opening your mouth to him, sticking your tongue out slightly. Satisfied with your response, a small smile spread on his face, he then spit into your mouth. Watching how it slid down your tongue, his pace increased. Closing your mouth, you swallowed it. “Can you taste yourself? How sweet you are?”
At this point your brain was mush, your legs weak, you couldn’t respond to him. Where the shy nervous George had once stood, was a confident hungry man. You were unsure if you had ever been this turned on before. “Oh, are you that cock drunk already? Can’t even answer me?”
You responded only with a string of moans as he plowed into you. Reaching down around your thighs, he gave them each a tap prompting you to jump up. He wrapped your legs around his waist holding you up against the shower wall. The force of his thrusts causing you to see stars, it was taking every ounce of brain power you had to hold back your orgasm. He leaned closer to your ear, his tone deepening, “I can’t believe my brother has spent so much time between these legs, if it were me, you wouldn’t have been able to leave the house. Oh, but don’t you worry we can make up for lost time. I can already tell this pussy is going to be a problem for me, the way you’re sucking me in. It’s like you were made to take my cock pretty girl.”
Your moans grew louder, your forehead falling to his shoulder. “P-please G-G-Georgie, let m-me cum.”
“Not yet baby, I want you to wait for me.” You turned your head biting onto his neck, sucking on it roughly. “That’s it, mark me up dirty girl. Let everyone know who I belong to.”
He then slowed his thrusts down to an almost agonizing pace. Pulling his hips back he nearly removed himself from you, pushing back into you only slightly. He remained fucking into you, only a few inches at a time, driving you crazy. He then surprised you by ramming himself fully back inside, “Oh fuck,” left him repeatedly. You pulled your swollen lips from his neck, now covered in purple and red bruises. Finding the perfect rhythm of his hips, you could feel his cock throbbing harder, letting you know his impending climax was nearing.
You felt as if you were fighting to breathe at this point with how hard you were trying to suppress your orgasm. His hip movements were growing more and more erratic, your name leaving him on a loop. “Okay baby, are you ready to cum?”
“Please, please, please, I need to cum.”
“Do it, cum on my fucking cock.”
That was all you needed to hear; your vision blurred as tears filled your eyes. Your walls clamped down on him, your cum spilling down your thighs.
“Fuck, you look so pretty when you cry about how good I’m fucking you.”
A few more stuttered thrusts of his hips and he emptied his hot cum into you, pushing himself as deep as he could within you. Both of you breathing hard, he pulled out of you, causing you both to whine at the overstimulation.
Gently he moved your legs off him, helping steady you on your feet. Icy water was now raining down over the two of you, neither of you seeming to notice. His hand cupped the side of your face, pulling you in for a gentle loving kiss. You were surprised how tender he was being with you. Leaving small kisses on your cheeks, he then rested his forehead on yours. Neither of you able to hold back the smiles on your faces.
“That was-“
“Yeah.” You giggled, still trying to find your breath.
“We’ll be together,” Tom had coo, knowing that she would be afraid. “Forever.”
No one would separate them, not even Death itself. He’d known as soon as he set eyes on her that she would be his Lady, the only one that he would kneel before, just as she would perch on his lap while sharing his throne.
Hermione was the only one he allowed in, the only one who had a chance of understanding him.
Law and everyone else living in his town were all cursed when he was a 10 yo kid killing almost all of them except for him and his sister. He has traces of black magic in his skin (the white patches), that a lot of people find uncomfortable.
Luffy would beat everyone that say anything bad about it or mock him. For him Torao is just beautiful.
seventh year kaz brekker, most notorious slytherin at hogwarts, mainly for the infamous rumors that he broke into a gringotts vault during his fifth year to steal some top secret items. the rumors say he was put on trial but no one could ever prove he did it. while it’s said that the boy has no one he calls a friend, he’s always surrounded by a specific group of people.
among them is jesper fahey, a popular keeper for the slytherin quidditch team who never turns down a bet and has a particular love for wizarding chess and cards. he likes to wear colorful muggle clothes to class, to many professors’ dismay, and when he does have his robes on, his tie is never properly done. nobody has the sense to say anything about it because of how good he looks in both.
inej ghafa, gryffindor and star seeker of the quidditch team—everyone questions her choice of friends, especially brekker and fahey, but no one dares to say anything to her face. the sixth year is at the top of her class, with an especially ruthless talent for defense against the dark arts. rumor has it she wants to become an auror.
her best friend, gryffindor nina zenik, is quite popular, known for being a metamorphmagus. the large, loud girl can be seen with waffles at her table at any time of the day, wearing bright red and gold and entertaining first-years by changing the color of her hair or turning into animals during dinner. she decorates posters and cheers the loudest for both her friends inej and jesper at their quidditch games, even when they’re playing each other.
by her side, covered in glitter from said posters, is always the large, blonde hufflepuff matthias helvar, who’s only ever seen smiling around his girlfriend. he’s a transfer student from durmstrang and has a reputation for being one of the strictest prefects hufflepuff has ever seen. what most don’t know is that he likes to tell stories to nervous first-years when they can’t fall asleep, and offers to help with their homework.
and most questionable of all is wylan van eck, a third-year muggleborn who was known to struggle with his magic, rumored to be have been accepted into hogwarts with the help of his rich father. while many looked down on and talked badly about the red-haired ravenclaw during his first year, they eventually shut up after wylan was moved up three years in potions, where he met his lab partner jesper fahey and they became legends after blowing up some kind of potion in professor snape’s face. it cost them 200 house points each and a month of detention.
the students at hogwarts like to call the unlikely group of friends “the crows”, after the head of brekker’s cane that he uses to limp around school. while they don’t like to get too close to the group, stories are always circulating about the group’s endeavors. slytherins like to whisper about the fact that amongst the items brekker stole out of the gringotts vault, there was supposedly a very valuable painting worth a lot of galleons. others like to talk about the time matthias helvar bought nina zenik 100 chocolate frogs and charmed them to form hearts all day on their one year anniversary. gryffindors especially liked to tell the tale of inej ghafa’s legendary game, where she almost fell off her broom before she caught the snitch during a rainy match against the slytherins, moments before the whistle was blown. and a popular hogwarts favorite was the legend of how jesper fahey and wylan van eck began dating, a funny story involving a potions lesson on amortentia that wylan was late to. apparently he had burst into the classroom, apologizing and explaining to professor snape that he was finishing an exam when he turned to his lab partner, all flushed from running, and asked, “jesper, why does the entire room smell like butterbeer and your cologne?”
they got another two weeks of detention that day for an “unnecessary display of public affection”, jesper himself liked to tell the first years who giggled as they listened. he always made sure to add that it had been totally worth it.
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