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" in our stars '' - a hufflepuff x mattheo riddle fanfiction on wattpad

"Do you believe in fate?"

"If you do, I will, too."

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They’re in their eighth year at Hogwarts, rebuilding after the war that ended Voldemort’s reign.

Iris Emerson is driven by one thing:

Revenge.

After Bellatrix Lestrange murdered her father, Iris buried herself in discipline, focusing on her dream of becoming an Auror.

Then she meets Mattheo Riddle.

The son of Voldemort is everything Iris should avoid—confident, provoking, and tied to the legacy that destroyed her life. But the more she tries to stay away from him, the more impossible ignoring him becomes.

And some connections are destined to ruin you.

The cards warned her first.

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the next chapters for ‘In our stars’ is coming out very very soon💗

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can we be passionate and intimate but also disgusting and perverted pleeeeeaseeeeee

[wwhiteferrett]

first: LOVE your writting

can you do one where they are in the seventh book, in the cabin (? dont know the name of it english is not my first language)

they are both in terrible places and everything is horrible. they are not boyfriend-girlfriend but everybody knows they love each other. they know it too, and act like it. they only find comfort when together.

hope this sounds ok

harry james potter angst oneshot

ׂ╰┈➤ WARNINGS: sfw, kissing, angst/comfort, mentions of trauma and death

౨ৎ hogwarts / during the war :: bestfriend!harry x reader

༄ second person POV :: you/yours , y/n 

⭑ word count: 1.9k+

a/n: I took your ‘cabin’ setting as the Shell Cottage—Bill and Fleurs home—and tried to apply your prompt as much as I could. This was an interesting write, thank you for the request! C:

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“ avoidance ”

It had been two days since Harry buried the frozen body of the house elf, Dobby.

He wasn’t the type of person to linger on memories or reminisce about deaths, but he liked to keep all his guilt trapped inside of his complex mind.

You wanted to help him. You really did.

But Harry stayed quiet. 

Silent around Hermione and Ron. He hung his head down, avoided eye contact, and didn’t want to talk to anyone.

Except for his best friend.

You.

Harry simply enjoyed your presence. He didn’t have to explain himself to you all the time. You wouldn't push him to talk about his feelings. He liked that.

Every comforting hug you gave him, he melted into. A bit of weight lifted from his shoulders when he was with you, and it did so from even seeing your face.

So when he told you he was having trouble sleeping, you slept with him. You would lie on his chest as he ran his fingers through your hair.

Harry would sometimes shake in his sleep, his breathing coming in unhinged patterns. You would calm him by tightly holding his hand.

He would do the same for you—in the fifth year, he held your hair back as you threw up in the toilet. When you were injured, he would bandage your wound flawlessly. Every time you were insecure about something, he would immediately make you feel better about yourself.

It wasn’t all fueled from attraction.

It was bonding. An understanding. A way to cope.

Just two friends finding comfort in each other.

You truly loved him. You would never deny it. 

Ron would whistle teasingly every time Harry’s hands lingered on your waist longer than expected after a hug. Hermione would wink at you when you fixed Harry’s messy hair.

But it wasn’t the time for girly confessions or love letters. 

A war was going on. People were dying, systems collapsing , and the Ministry growing corrupt.

You and Harry had Voldemort to worry about first.

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The waves crashed upon the rocks ferociously, loud enough for your eyes to snap open.

Dobby’s lifeless body flashed through your mind as you blinked off the fragments of your violent dreams. Propping yourself up on your elbows, you glanced to your left.

The spot next to you was cold. 

You swung your legs over the hard mattress and stepped on the creaky floorboards. The cottage was still, acting as if it were anxious with every gust of wind.

Walking down the stairs, the temperature dropped, causing you to shiver. The living room was also empty, wind chimes softly bumping into each other.

In the kitchen, windows were plastered everywhere, moonlight illuminating the area. Pots and pans hung on hooks above the stove and spice racks lined the walls next to the cutting boards.

It was a comfortable, safe space that left a tinge of light in your heart.

Out of the big window perched above the sink, you squinted, making out a figure sitting outside in the sand, watching the mediocre waves dribble onto the shore.

It was your bestfriend, Harry. Alone.

You opened the door and were greeted with a freezing draft. Speckles of sea water hit your body as you walked closer to the brown-haired boy.

Without a word, you took a seat next to him and feebly crossed your scarred arms, preserving as much warmth as you could.

The silence spoke louder than any words could—not a single scream or cry could fill the hollow space between you both.

As you looked over at him, his face was dimmed by the murky grey sky. His eyebrows were furrowed, a concentrated expression plastered on his face. You observed every inch of his drained face—his eyebags, the cuts on his cheek, and his busted lip.

Memorizing it like it was the last time you would.

“You need to sleep.” You mumbled after a second, pulling your knees to your chest. Harry pushed his wobbly glasses up the bridge of his nose.

“I can’t.”

 “My presence isn’t helping anymore?”

Harry shook his head, fidgeting with the hem of his sleeve. “No, it’s not that. I just need to…think.”

Your eyes found their way back to the subtle sea, memorizing its pattern—like breathing: the waves curl, building up slowly, then crash down. “That’s all you’ve been doing lately. You should rest.”

“You need to as well,” Harry responded. “Are you cold?”

Before you could even reply, he shrugged off his jacket and placed it over your shoulders. The warmness embraced you fully.

“Thanks.” You smiled, looking into his adoring green eyes.

“You're welcome.”

You leaned your head slowly on his shoulder, looking straight out to the sea.

“How are you feeling?” Harry asked after a brief moment, 

“Horrible.”

“Yeah. Me too.”

You closed your eyes, listening to the ecstatic sounds of the wind.

“What’re we…going to do next?” You asked, the weight of the question lifting from your back. 

“Find the rest of the horcruxes,” he said shortly. “Protect bystanders; not let the Death Eaters kill anyone else in the process.”

You hummed in understanding. The rocks ahead glistened under the moonlight, sparkling like they were bedazzled with diamonds.

The silence persuaded you, not preparing you for Harry’s next words. 

“Y/n, you’re not…coming with us.”

You blinked, lifting your head from his shoulder. With a frown, you asked, “What?”

Harry kept staring blankly at the ocean, jaw clenched.

“The next time we leave,” he said quietly, “you’re staying here.”

“I…I can’t stay, Harry.” You trembled beneath his jacket—not from the oncoming wind, but by bubbling frustration rising in your chest.

Hesitantly, Harry’s eyes found yours. “It’s safer here. Bill and Fleur can protect you.” He sighed, softly taking your hand. His fingers intertwined with yours, then he whispered, barely audible, “I’ve already lost Dobby. I can’t afford to lose anyone else.”

A breath hitched in your throat as tears stung your eyes. Harry noticed, tightening his hold on your hand.

“You can’t keep deciding for me. I don’t want to stay.”

“I’m trying to protect you—”

“And who’s protecting you, Harry?” You huffed, a single tear falling down your cheek. “I’m sick of pretending that I’m not worried about you!”

Your emotions got the best of you. You thought you'd never say it.

But now you did.

With his other hand, he wiped the tear from your face, reluctance lacing his every movement. “I don’t want you to worry. That was never my intention.”

“Then why are you making me feel like this? Like I didn’t just get abducted with you!” You sniffed, breathing heavily. 

With every passing second, Harry’s heart was crumbling. 

You meant everything to him.

And now his reason to live was slowly falling apart.

“Everyone around me dies, y/n.” He mumbled. 

“Then let me at least die with you.”

A pause. A tense, unsure moment.

“Don’t say that.” His voice cracked, shaking his head.

Harry pulled his hand away, standing abruptly from the sand. “Don’t talk like dying beside me is some sort of…privilege.”

“Then don’t tell me that abandoning me is ‘protecting’ me!” You stood, facing him. “I can’t-” your voice broke, tears streaming down your cheeks before you could stop them. “I can’t be alone.”

Harry’s stomach twisted in regret.

For years, you were forced to live single-handedly because of your past.

The nights you remembered, you would cry to Harry.

Both of your parents were tortured and killed by Death Eaters.

You didn’t want to relive it all again. You didn’t want to be lonely anymore, not when it reminded you of it all. You couldn’t even sleep in a dark room by yourself.

Harry only realized it now. 

It showed, flickering across his face. A quiet sob from your parted lips broke his train of thought.

“You know why, Harry, you know everything. I spent years wishing I had done something—anything—to save them.” You gasped, wiping your wet face with the sleeve of Harry’s jacket. “I don’t want to watch you die while I sit here. I’m not going to live with that type of guilt!”  

Your heartbeat threateningly increased as your hands clenched into fists, fingernails digging in your palms. The wind howled in your ears as if telling you to say words to fill the emptiness.

But you had nothing left to say. Your tears were louder than any sentence you could’ve constructed.

Wide-eyed, Harry slowly stepped toward your shaking body. Stopping inches away, he tucked a piece of stray hair behind your ear with remorseful eyes. “I’m sorry, y/n.” He cupped the side of your face gently. “I just…didn’t know how else to keep you safe.”

You looked away, hicupping, eyes puffy. “But you know exactly what affects me, yet you still push it back into my life.”

“I didn’t mean to hurt you,” Harry whispered. He noticed your still, nervous demeanor; he wrapped his arms around your waist, embracing you. “I’d never hurt you.” With a squeeze—as if piecing you together like a broken glass figure—he said against your head, “I promise.”

You reciprocated the hug, holding him tightly and biting back another sob.

You were drained. Sick of fear, sick of feeling like you were drowning every second.

The waves began to rush more violently, as did the gusts of wind; your hair whipped delicately in the damp breeze.

After a few seconds, Harry pulled away to look at you, wiping your face from any lingering tears. “Do you…forgive me?”

The corners of your trembling lips turned upwards. “I-I think I do.”

Harry’s expression softened into something painfully relieved.

His eyes flickered to your lips—so quickly, you thought it didn’t even happen. Like a ghost, or some imaginative fantasy.

But he leaned in, slowly but surely, his breath fanning across your face.

And before either of you could overthink it, his lips brushed against yours, then he kissed you.

A soft, sweet kiss that made you smile against his lips.

Your hands trailed to the sides of his neck, deepening the kiss. His hands rubbed the sides of your waist comfortingly, the moonlight shining brightly over both of you.

Separating from your face, he just stood there. You did too, simply admiring his face and his wide eyes. He looked dazed staring at you—as if you weren’t even real. Neither of you broke eye contact, both of your breaths coming in quick paces.

The loud sea filled their ears. It didn’t seem to bother your intrusive thoughts of disbelief, shock, and the temptation of wanting more.

Harry’s hands absentmindedly stayed planted on your waist. The close space between you was filled with uncertainty, yet…

Understanding.

Another shiver ran down your spine. It was very late, and the morning had many things planned. You blinked, reluctantly pulling away from his grasp.

 “Let’s go inside?” You murmured with a slight smile.

Harry gently took your hand in his, rubbing his thumb soothingly over your knuckles. “Yeah. Good idea.”

As you two walked quietly, engulfed by darkness, thoughts still lingered heavily in your mind. 

It wasn’t our fault for being afraid, you thought, stepping carefully through the sand.

Trauma’s just a weird thing most of us can’t avoid.

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harry james potter smut oneshot

ׂ╰┈➤ WARNINGS: NSFW, smut(18+), creampie/stuffing, cockwarming, p in v, overstimulation, nipple play, alcohol, smoking, praise, begging, teasing(kinda), cuddling afterwards 

౨ৎ all characters aged up, AU :: exboyfriend!harry x fem!reader :: small plot, smut after

༄ second person POV :: you/yours , y/n 

⭑ word count: 3.4k+

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“ share your cigarette ”

-Harry’s POV-

“Get some ladies, man! Have some fun!” Ron’s words rang through Harry’s head, causing him to scoff. 

“Have fun, my arse,” Harry mumbled to himself, picking up his drink and taking a thick sip of it. His eyes squeezed from the bite of the strong vodka. 

Harry’s back leaned on the wall behind him. The club music pounded in his ears as drinks clinked together and groups of people passed him. Ron, Hermione, Ginny, and a nervous Luna had shuffled into the busy crowd near the speakers five minutes ago. 

Then, a movement next to him, followed by a clearing of a throat.

“Hey…are you- um, single?” A voice piped over the music. Harry turned his head hesitantly, looking at a young woman. Messy mascara lingered under her eyes, her breath radiating alcohol. Her white teeth covered in gemstones shone at him as she flashed a grin. 

This was the fourth time he was hit on tonight.

Disgust flowed over Harry’s body. Lustful women looking for a one-night stand, he thought.

He nodded, looking away from the girl. “Sure.” He replied blandly, almost inaudible. Suddenly, the girl’s hand found his shoulder and rubbed it. Harry flinched away, shrugging her hand off. “That wasn’t an invitation for you to touch me.” He snapped, moving away from her and closer to the crowd. The girl’s hand tugged him back.

“My name’s Annabelle. We could get to know each other-” She insisted pleadingly.

“Let me go.” Harry’s brows furrowed in frustration. He wasn’t in the mood to fight a girl.

“But-”

“Leave me the fuck alone!” Harry hissed, ripping his arm from the girl and urgently moving to the busy bar. 

He suddenly remembered what Ron had also told him.

“Forget about y/n. Just for one night!”

He couldn’t forget about you. Not ever.

Your gentle touch. The smell of cinnamon that followed you. Your body. 

Pictures flashed through his mind as bright purple lights scattered the bar. Every single curve. Every single imperfection. He loved everything about you. 

And he still did. 

“One whiskey shot,” Harry told the bartender roughly. After downing his shot, he put his head in his hands. What the fuck am I still doing here? He thought repeatedly. If he wasn’t looking for women or sex right now, why was he staying?

A few seconds later, a giggly, familiar voice broke through the music.

“Five- wait, six tequila shots, please!” A girl yelled over the speakers.

Fuck. He knew exactly who was next to him. 

It was you. Your smell. Your voice. Your fun, fiery presence.

His body stilled in realization, lifting his head slowly to glance at a group of shining girls right next to him. The only girl that stood out to him was…you. 

You, in that slutty outfit–a black halter top that accentuated the curves of your waist, a mini white shirt that rode up your thighs, and tall heels that made you grow a bit.

His body twitched, like it remembered all the sex–how your body moved on it and how you sucked his cock flawlessly.

God, what Harry would do to get it all back.

To get you back.

You didn’t notice him. Not yet. As the bartender laid the tequila shots in front of them, the four girls took one, while you took two. 

“Let’s get fucked up tonightttt!” A dark-haired girl said, earning a laugh from the whole group. Everyone drained their shot glasses, you taking both from each hand. 

“Holy shit, y/n!” A blonde girl burst out laughing as you started coughing, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand. Harry observed your every move, the darkness covering most of his body.

“That was-” another cough, “-horrible. Painful. Fuck.” You choked out. The group roared in laughter, heading to the main crowd.

Harry could feel the warmth leave. The emptiness in his heart ate him alive.

If only he could’ve said something. To say hi. To even get you to look at him.

No balls, Ginny would say if she saw this happening.

Harry shook his head, as if he was able to physically shake the thoughts away. You wouldn't go back to him. Not easily. He knew you too well.

He didn’t want to be there anymore. It was a bad place and a bad time for him right now. 

He pushed a fifty-dollar bill to the bartender quietly, moving off his seat to stand. His arm brushed against something—a bedazzled pink wallet with 100 dollar bills sticking out. You had left it behind.

Abruptly, he felt someone bump into him from behind. Turning around, a shorter girl with y/h/c clutched her head. 

It was you. Again. Getting your damn wallet.

-your POV-

“Fuck- sorry, dude, I didn’t know you were standing up-” You huffed, stepping back and looking up at a man’s shocked face.

You froze, dropping your hand from your head pathetically. 

You knew exactly who this ‘stranger’ was. He was the same man who you were in love with for years.

And you still are. Still in love.

Every single limb in your body felt numb. You wanted to run–anywhere, to avoid talking to him— 

Harry.

“It’s fine,” Harry responded quickly, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly while looking at the ground.

“Harry…” You gasped, mouth open in shock. Your face contorted into a look like you were trying to figure out if he was real or not. “I thought- I thought you moved…?” You questioned, brows furrowed. 

“No…Ron kinda told me not to, y’know. Long story,” Harry replied, looking softly back into your eyes. Innocence laced his presence as you blinked emptily like you were holding something back.

And you were. God, you were holding everything back. To kiss him, hug him, just feel him again. Hearing his voice didn’t satisfy the warm feeling in your heart. You wanted more. 

You nodded towards the bar behind Harry, taking your wallet and placing it in your purse. “You’ve never liked drinking. Change of heart?” You playfully inquired. Harry shifted, putting his hands in his pockets.

“Heartbreak hurts.” He mumbled, playing with the loops on his jean waistband mindlessly.

Your eyes widened, heart sinking quickly. Swiftly, you pulled a pack of cigarettes from your purse and waved them in front of Harry’s face.

“Maybe you’re heartbroken enough for a smoke too?” 

Eyebrows raised, Harry hesitantly nodded, following you out of the booming club.

It had been about five months since your and Harry’s breakup. It was mainly over work and also self-improvement.

You had decided that once you’ve gotten your dream job as a fashion designer, you needed time alone. Time to find yourself. 

Harry didn’t want to break up with you, which made it a one-sided agreement. You left, anyway, your last words to him being, ‘Maybe we’ll find each other in a better place later.’

And you weren’t lying.

Well, maybe the club wasn’t the best place to find each other.

The cold air compared to the warm building hit you, causing you to shiver slightly. With Harry's back pressed against the hard wall and you in front of him, you lit a cigarette that hung from your glossy lips. Taking a deep breath, the smoke seeped through your parted mouth.

Harry observed your every move, watching you with wide green eyes.

Pinching the cigarette between your fingers, you placed it between Harry’s lips.

A smile crept across your lips. “Never imagined Harry Potter smoking with me outside a club.” You murmured teasingly. Harry rolled his eyes, blowing out smoke. 

“How have you been, y/n?” Harry asked, giving your cigarette back. 

“Like shit,” You responded, breathing in the cigarette then huffing out smoke. Harry’s face darkened, brows furrowing. You noticed his concerned demeanor. “Busy with work. That’s it, really.” You added quickly.

Silence. You could feel Harry trying to read your body language. He wanted to see right through you, just like he always did. Changing the subject, you asked,  “What ‘bout you, Harry? Meeting some new girls?” You giggled, placing your weight on one leg.

Stupid question, you thought. You didn’t actually want to know.

If you had found out he had been, you would die internally. 

“No,” Harry replied shortly, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose. You let go of a small breath, relieved. “Not looking to have sex with anyone else, if that’s what you’re asking.” 

A tinge of guilt rested inside as you heard the words come out. His easy breaths and his casual, calm tone made your heart flutter, rising to your throat.

Anyone else, he said. 

You were the only girl he had ever fallen in love with.

He was the only boy you had ever fallen in love with.

After the breakup, you prayed it would stay that way.

The whips of wind whispered in your ear, as if telling you to say something to fill the silence. Something to assure him you haven’t…moved on. Haven’t moved past the memories that hung in your body for months that you reminisced on daily.

“Yeah. Me neither.” You turned your head to the side, looking at the dark street illuminated by a flickering streetlamp. “I’ve…really missed you, Harry.” 

The words came out before you could stop them. Your eyes widened in realization–and so did Harry’s.

“You don’t mean that.” Harry lifted himself from the wall, staring at your face. It was like a plea, a desperate cry to ensure the alcohol wasn’t speaking for you.

“I-I do. I mean it. Life’s been horrible without you. Waking up without you- fuck, it’s bad. It gets worse every single fucking day.” You admitted quietly, looking at your black heels.

You hated every second of this. The confession of knowing you messed up. You knew that you were wrong. You’ve known for months, but thought that Harry had moved on.

Forgot about you. Kissed other women without flinching. Ran his fingers through y/h/c hair without thinking of you.

“I never forgot about you, y/n,” Harry mumbled, stepping in closer. His warmth spread to your body as you blushed slightly, looking back at his green eyes. “I’ve wanted…to call you. Loads of times. I missed you too much. I had just thought-”

“-I got a new boyfriend or something, right?” You finished his sentence with a small smile. Harry nodded slowly. “I’ve still been in love with you all this time, Harry. I just imagined…maybe if I forced myself not to love you, I could focus. To become someone better, y’know?” 

You took another inhale of your cigarette before dropping it and crushing it with the bottom of your heel. Tears swelled your eyes, regret and anger building in your body. 

“I think…I only became worse…” You whispered, barely audible.

You wanted to tear yourself into bits. Go back in time to make things right again. 

Anything to be where you are now.

Harry’s hands wrapped around your waist, pulling you into a loose embrace. “I understand…This isn’t your fault. You did what you thought was right…” He whispered against your head. You reciprocated, pulling him in closer. 

You were never good with sharing your emotions. 

Always the comforter, never the comforted.

But with Harry? He was always holding you. Piecing you together.

The smell of a dark musk laced with cigarettes and whiskey stung your nose as you rested your head on his sturdy chest. You and Harry stood there in a hug for a while as the coldness slowly swallowed you. 

“Come back to my place, y/n,” Harry murmured in your hair, pulling away slightly to look at your glistening y/e/c eyes. A spark exploded in your stomach, resulting in your heart beating quickly.

“Your…place?” You repeated, arms still slung around his waist. “After all this time…?” Harry smiled softly, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear.

“It’s cold.” He replied, eyes flicking to your lips. Just for a moment, as if it didn’t actually happen. You blinked, tilting your head to the side. “And I want to start over. Everything. Is that okay?”

You chuckled lightly, placing your hands on the sides of his face. “That’s what I want too. To start over with you.” You placed a quick kiss on his cheek. His breath hitched as you separated your face from his.

“Your place, then. Only because it’s cold.” You grinned, taking his hand in yours and headed to the crammed parking lot. 

—

You’ve dreamt of this moment. Ever since you and Harry broke up.

You never miss fucking someone until they’re gone, or however the saying goes.

With traces of alcohol leaving your and Harry’s mouth, you ignored it. You were confident intoxication would never get to your head that much.

As you and Harry stumble into his cold apartment, his lips never left yours. He bit your lower lip as he shut the door behind you. 

You moaned into his mouth as his hands found your waist again, slipping under the fabric of your top. Chills ran down your spine as he gently made his way under your breasts.

“Fuck, I’ve missed this.” Harry mumbled in your parted lips, then tilted his head to suck the side of your neck. You laughed softly, hands tangling in his brunette hair. He nipped the soft part of your skin, finally palming your breasts. He groaned when you tugged at his hair, making him flick your hard nipples. 

His hands trailed down, slipping through the waistband of your skirt and resting on either side of your hips. Your lace thong started to shift downward as Harry tugged on it teasingly. His eyes found yours, looking at you for consent.

Heat started to build in your abdomen. You wanted this too badly to back out.

You removed your halter top with a swift movement while Harry slipped your skirt off, pooling the clothes at your feet. You now stood bare in just your underwear. Harry’s lips formed into a grin, admiring your body. He picked you up bridal style, causing you to squeal as he walked to his bedroom a few feet away. 

He laid you gently on the large mattress covered with a long black blanket. His wall was made purely of glass, showing the illuminated buildings in the city and partially reflecting you and Harry in the room. The room smelt strongly of cedar and cinnamon.

Your signature scent. Did he miss you that much?

After taking off his shirt, his defined abs and scars that covered his upper body were prominent in the warm lighting. His belt was tossed to the ground along with his jeans, leaving him in just his black boxers.

And, fuck, did he look hot.

His dick poked through the fabric, causing you to squirm in place.

“You’re staring.” Harry grinned, climbing on the mattress to be on top of your naked body. You bit your lip, smiling and pulling off your underwear, which dripped with slick.

“It’s nice to admire what’s fucking me.” You murmured, kissing his lips. He deepened the kiss, one hand on your breast, pinching your nipple between his forefingers. You moaned, his tongue sticking in through your parted lips.

Your pussy deeply pulsed with need as Harry’s erection pressed on your inner thigh. 

“Harry…” You whined. He simply hummed, kissing down your neck, to your collarbone, then your sensitive nipple. He started to slowly suck it, flicking it with his tongue then biting it. 

His hand trailed down to your puffy cunt, which was wet and throbbing. He then placed two fingers over it, growling lowly at the warm feeling, sending vibrations through your body. His fingers moved to your clit, rubbing circles over it.

“Oh- fuck, please, Harry,” You whisper, the overwhelming sensation building a knot in your stomach.

“Tell me what you want, baby,” Harry’s fingers moved faster. Your breath started to hitch as you gripped on his messy hair.

“Fuck- fuck me, please…” You begged. He pressed on your clit hard, then he retreated his hand.

Your back arched as Harry moved off your body and spread your legs open. He placed himself in between your trembling thighs, pulling his boxers down. 

His thick dick was hardened, precum leaking out of his swollen tip. A vein trailed down his shaft, making your mouth water.

Your pussy pulsed demandingly as you gaped at him. A smile crept to his lips as his hand pressed on top of your hip.

“You wanna do this, baby?” Harry asked, rubbing a circle with his thumb on your soft skin. You nodded quickly, looking at his eyes pleadingly. 

“Now…I need it now…” You choked out. Harry’s grin grew as his other hand found your clit and pressed on it.

“I’ll make you feel good, okay?” Harry murmured, shifting closer to your body. His swollen tip slid gently across your wet folds. You closed your eyes as he lined his tip to your swelled entrance. He pushed in slowly, causing you to gasp, gripping the sheets under you.

“Fucking wet…feels so good,” Harry groaned, tilting his head back as he thrusted into you with long drags. He would pull out until your entrance was just at his tip, then ram back into you.

Greedily, he hoisted your leg onto his shoulder, deepening his cock inside you. Your G-spot was constantly being hit, which sent electric shocks throughout your body. 

And when he started the play with your clit? It was unbearable. Every pinch, rub, and press on the bundle of nerves was excruciating, but so fucking delicious.

You were a moaning mess, eyes squeezed shut, breathing quickening. Your limbs felt like noodles, yet your stomach was tightened. Harry’s head dropped to the crook of your neck, making him pound into you—not rougher, he never fucked you harshly, but more deeper and passionately. 

“Baby- oh- you’re doing so good…” Harry praised as his hips jerked meaningfully. Your hips desperately rolled onto his for more friction.

Your stomach shook, signaling your orgasm would be coming soon. 

The slick from your cunt mixed with Harry’s precum, the sweat on your bodies making a slapping noise with every thrust, the loudness of moans and groaning—

It was all too good for you.

It was like a drug, a high you could chase any day and not get bored of it.

Your finger nails grasped onto his damp back from the pressure and pain. Tears swelled from the roughness of overstimulation. “H-Harry- I’m gonna-” You whined into his ear. 

“I know, baby, come- come for me,” Harry said between thrusts. The knot deep in your abdomen suddenly began falling apart as a sharp wave of pleasure washed over you. The rolling of your hips on Harry’s stuttered.

It was the best orgasm you’ve ever had in your damned fucking life.

It was like a rip between your body. White flashes stung your eyes as you but your lip hard enough to draw blood. You would’ve screamed loud enough for neighbors to hear—but you used the little bit of self control left in your dizzy, fucked out head.

Your eyes rolled back as your lips parted; your sore walls convulsed thickly around Harry’s cock. You dragged your nails sharply on his back, gripping onto whatever you could. 

You didn’t want this feeling to end. Ever.

“Harry…” You moaned aloud, back arching covered with chills. His thrusts got sloppier as you rode out your high.

It was his turn to come.

As you could tell by the stiffening of his body and the staggered thrusts, Harry was coming too. Inside of you.

“Fuck!” Harry groaned, his head pressed firmly against your collarbone as he breathed heavily. His chest rose and fell against you.

You could feel his hot seed seep inside, stuffing you up. His softened dick stayed nestled deep in your sensitive cunt. You waited patiently, playing with his messy hair that was dampened lightly with sweat.

“I’ve really missed this,” You murmured softly. You could feel Harry’s smile on your skin. 

“I’ve missed you,” He tilted his head, kissing your jaw then slowly pulling out—you winced, and Harry’s hand trailed to your waist for comfort. Liquid came rushing out onto the blanket under you.

He laid next to you, pulling you in to cuddle. His slow breathing and the smell of sweat and cinnamon flowed through your body like a hypnotic dream. His hand rubbed your back lovingly.

“We should shower.” You mumbled against his chest after a few minutes. 

Harry hummed. “Not yet. Let’s just…” he kissed your head. “Stay here for a bit.” 

“Okay. Just for a little bit.”

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a/n: did we like the plot? i rlly like the whole ‘exes-to-lovers’ trope yay

[wwhiteferrett]

harry james potter smut oneshot

ׂ╰┈➤ WARNINGS: NSFW, smut(18+), oral sex(female receiving), face riding, overstimulation, nipple play

౨ৎ all characters aged up, AU :: boyfriend!harry x fem!reader

༄ second person POV :: you/yours , y/n

⭑ word count: 0.9k+

enjoy <3

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'' breakfast ''

The morning light gently seeped through the thin, white curtains. On your mattress lies you and your boyfriend, Harry.

You sleep quietly, flat on your back, an arm resting above your head.

And Harry? He’s awake, watching your every slow breath.

His favorite hobby.

What he looked forward to every single morning.

Your soft, delicate skin and the way your hair gracefully curves around your head.

And the way your nipples showed through your shirt.

The cotton fabric rode up, revealing your abdomen. You only wore a shirt and your lacy underwear to sleep.

Harry has always had a hard time controlling himself.

He moved the blanket off his body gently, moving to be on top of you.

He carefully kisses you softly on your cheek, not wanting to wake you up.

Trailing down, he kisses your jaw, then the sensitive spot on your neck. Temptation hits Harry as the urge to suck on your skin hits him.

His hand slides up your shirt, feeling your warm, fragile skin. With his other hand, he folds the blanket down to reveal your delicate thighs.

He kisses your thighs, pushing them apart and placing gentle kisses on the inner sides of them. He places a long, warm kiss on the damp spot of your clothed cunt.

Closing his eyes, he sniffs you with a long sigh, suppressing a groan. He was immensely turned on.

You stir slightly, causing Harry to pause. Once you stilled again, his hands went to your hips, softly pulling down your wet underwear.

Once he stations them about mid-thigh, he places wet kisses on your lower stomach, trailing them lower and lower.

He places a soft, almost non-existent kiss on your bare, puffy pussy. Harry wanted to savor every single second of this.

The touch caused you to wake up with a tremble.

Your eyes open abruptly, your lips parted. You feel someone’s curly hair on your stomach. Looking down, you see Harry smiling at you.

“Harry-” You yawn. “-baby, it’s way too early…” Your hands tangle through his hair affectionately. Harry hums against your skin as he pecks his lips on the bone of your hips.

A cold gust of wind hit your bare body, sending chills to your spine.

“Never too early,” he murmurs against your skin. You smile, moving your fingers in his hair. A heat grew in between your legs; you knew you wanted this just as much as he did.

His tongue teasingly touches your swollen clit, tracing down your folds. You squeeze your eyes shut, tightening your grip on his hair while letting out a heavy breath.

Then, his wet tongue swipes through your drenched slit then enters inside your swollen pussy. You stifle a moan, slapping a hand over your mouth.

It’s a lot for you at seven in the morning.

One of Harry’s hands slides under your shirt, squeezing your breast. Your pussy throbs at the touch. His thumb glides circles on your nipple, making you whimper.

“Let me hear you, y/n.” Harry says, muffled. You obey, moving your hand to grip on the sheet beneath you.

His tongue flicks faster inside you as his fingers rub on the hard bud of your nipple. His nose bumps into your clit occasionally, causing your walls to clench. He hums against your wet cunt, sending vibrations through your spine.

Your moans are wild—echoing in the room and causing Harry to groan.

A heat in your stomach starts to rise. Your back arches almost fully off the bed, grinding unnoticeably small against his mouth.

You could feel Harry smiling, probably thinking about how much you were begging for it. His tongue devilishly licks, swirls, and sucks all around your pussy. Your walls throb with every touch and your clit is reddened by the friction.

Harry’s hand grips on your thigh, pushing you down as he devours you.

“Fuck- ride me harder, baby, let me feel you,” Harry grunts in your soaked pussy, causing you to rip a moan. You grind yourself on Harry’s face with every one of his lapping tongue movements.

Your head tilts back, pressuring the pillow beneath you. You’ve never felt so fucking hot in, your life.

You leak a little on Harry’s face, causing him to greedily shove his tongue harder inside your aching walls.

You could scream.

Gripping his hair, tears start to form in your eyes; your breath hitches. It was getting too much for you.

You wanted that feeling. The high. The adrenaline.

Your thighs begin to press against the sides of Harry’s head. “Shit- Harry-” You whine, legs starting to tremble. Your stiffened, lower abdomen threatens to release the built tension of pleasure.

He knew you were about to come. He always does.

As his hand rubs tight circles on your clit, overstimulation hits you.

Your orgasm rides over your body as you moan loudly.

The knot was tightened, then broke.

A moan—or more like a scream— leaves your lips as you come.

You could feel yourself squirting on Harry’s face. Your grip on the blanket beneath you started to slowly slip, like your limbs became noodles.

The euphoric sensation lasts longer than usual, your body going limp. With your eyes shut, Harry cleans your wet, convulsing cunt with his tongue, licking every juice from your slit. Your entire pussy feels numb, sensitive from the roughness, so you flinch with every swipe.

You feel boneless.

Harry lifts himself with his arms to kneel, lower face glistening with your arousal. He wipes his face with the back of his hand, smiling slightly.

“Goodmorning, love.” He whispers, falling next to your naked body. He runs a hand through his hair, then peppers your rosy cheek with kisses. You move closer to his warmth presence, shifting your sore body slightly.

Underneath your thighs, you felt the wet spot on the sheets.

You knew it would have to be laundry day today.

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[pottergff]

you guys dont understand how much i love harry i feel him deeply in my bones

[wwhiteferrett]

harry james potter fluff oneshots

ׂ╰┈➤ WARNINGS: sfw, fluff, cute harry moments

౨ৎ takes place in hogwarts :: bestfriend!harry x reader

༄ second person POV :: you/yours , y/n

⭑ word count: 1.3k+

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'' study naps & bandages ''

The library is quiet, filled with warm lighting from burning candles. Thin stacks of paper sit next to your rested arm on the table. A dusty book is open in front of you.

You tapped your finger impatiently, then huffed.

You had a question about your essay. Your study partner, on the other hand, was snoring across from you.

“Harry! Harry, wake up!” You whisper sharply, your fingers tapping his curly hair.

“Mmm?” Harry mumbles groggily. He slowly raises his head up, his back slouched. Rubbing his sleepy eyes, he looks at your concerned face.

“You know, you didn’t have to come if you were this tired,” you murmur. Harry’s eyes widen, blinking furiously fast.

“No- no, no, I like spending time with you!” Harry promises. You give him an ‘and?’ look. Harry cowers. “…Just maybe not spending it studying after a horrible quidditch practice…”

You snort, shifting the large book aside and place your parchment in front of you. Dipping your quill in a batch of ink, you respond demandingly, “This is due tomorrow, Harry. You better get working, or I’ll stop you from going to quidditch.” 

Harry yawns, picking up his quill. You prod a piece of parchment towards him, filled with scratchy ink writing. Harry glances at you, then the paper. 

Then at you again, his innocent eyes radiating confusion.

“I did some side research on those glowy things for you. Maybe this can help you understand it better.” You reply, facing back to your half-empty parchment paper.

“Merlin, you’re an angel. I’m honestly glad you’re my best friend, y/n.” 

You narrow your eyes, peering at Harry. “Because I help you with your assignments?” Harry chokes on his spit and coughs harshly. 

Students stressfully cramming assignments or peacefully reading turn their heads to look at you two. You give a dirty look.

“Sod off, you blubbers.” You hiss, rolling your eyes. Their heads turn away in fear. 

“You know that’s not what I meant, y/n. I’m just glad that you’re pushing me to, I don’t know, be the best version of myself? I think?” Harry corrects, slightly blushing. His hair is messy, lying in front of his eyes. “You’re my best friend, you know.” He concludes, pushing his slipping glasses up the bride of his nose.

You scoff, continuing your potions essay. 

Your hardened, tough expression covers your insides that have practically already melted.

You’re his best friend?

You’re his best friend!

A soft smile curves on your lips as your eyes flick to the book next to you.

A smile you felt was unnoticeable—nonexistent, even. 

But that one specific pair of eyes always seems to capture everything about you.

“What’re you smiling about?” Harry asks quietly. You look up at him, eyebrows raised.

He…noticed?

“What do you mean?” In your heart, you knew exactly what he was talking about.

“You started to smile. What're you thinking about?” 

“Were you watching me, Harry?” You inquire gently, stifling a giggle. Harry flushes a bright shade of red. 

“Wait- no, that’s- I just looked at you-”

You laugh quietly, shaking your head. “It’s okay, Harry, I don’t mind.” 

Harry stays silent, staring at you blankly. His eyes drop to his parchment, hand fiddling with his dripping quill.

“I was thinking about you calling me your best friend.” You quietly say, filling in the awkward silence.

His eyes widen, shooting back up to look at you. His quill clatters to the ground as his mouth parts open. You push hair behind your ear. “What?”

“What?!- Wait- I mean, wow!” Harry stutters out. Your heart warms again, covering your whole body. 

Harry’s your best friend. You never want that to change. 

But, now, this isn't like Harry. He’s acting too…flustered. 

He’s normally awkward, shy, even. Now, he’s acting like he’s suddenly under a love potion or something,

You don’t like like Harry. For sure. He’s just a really close friend.

His green eyes place you in a somewhat trance. You know once you start to adore his face, you could stay trapped there for hours.

“What makes you think you wouldn’t be my best friend? I mean, half of my life was spent with you and you smacking my head…” Harry mutters. You slap his hand that rests on the desk. “Ouch! What the heck!” He pulls his hand to his chest, furrowing his brows.

Madam Pince strolled by, giving a warning look. 

“Too loud, Harry. Do you want us to get kicked out?” You whisper teasingly with the corners of you lips upturned. Your nose goes close into your book again, eyes scanning the page for information.

“Maybe if you would stop being so violent!” He whispers back. “You’re my best friend, but surely an aggressive one…”

He picks his quill up from the desk. You sharply slap his hand again.

You hold back a laugh, covering your mouth with your hand as you watch the quill fall again.

Your eyes meet his as he acts playfully shocked, mouth open in disbelief. 

“If you were on the brink of dying, I would not save you, y/n.” Harry scowls as you let out the suppressed laugh. 

“Harsh, coming from the boy who loves saving the world.” You reply, cheeks sore from smiling. You continue writing out a sentence on your parchment.

Harry watched you for a few moments. You felt it.

The comfortable silence fills in the gap between you. Your knee touches his; you were so close to him. The warm smell of pumpkin and fresh paper wafts throughout the air.

By a rustle of a bag, he snaps out of his observation. Harry returns to his essay, occasionally looking over at the piece of paper you gave him.

—

Your nose is stuffed in a dusty book. When crushed up, the reptile horn can create a contrast with-

The common room door opens. You ignore it. Probably just Ron stumbling in, ready to snog on Hermione.

You reread the sentence. The reptile horn can create-

You hear footsteps approaching you lazily. The smell of grass and dew hits your nose.

Then, a thump next to you. 

“I’ve never felt so beat up before in my life.” Harry sighs loudly as he sits next to you. You peek up over the thick book to look at his sweaty face.

“Well, hello to you too, Harry.” You mumble, placing a bookmark on the page you’re on, shutting it with a snap. You observe his face.

A few small cuts scatter his pale skin. Your brows furrow.

“What happened? Are you okay? What’s with these cuts?” You place your book down on the floor quickly, your hands finding their way to Harry’s damp face. 

As your thumb brushes over his cheek, Harry watches you with soft eyes. Once you look at him, he clears his throat, shifting slightly.

“I-uh…fell…” Harry scratches the back of his neck, breaking eye contact.

Your hands clamp over your mouth as you suppress a laugh silently. You could see Harry blushing a bright tone of red; he knew telling you would be embarrassing.

“Fell?” You snort. “A so-called ‘professional seeker’—falling? Off a broom? How far up?” Your hand falls onto his lap.

“A few feet…I kinda…skidded on the grass…” He waved around his face, indicating the cuts. “That’s how the cuts happened.” 

You hum, rubbing his leg gently. “Poor little Harry. Do you want me to bandage you up?” You offer. His eyes widen in slight shock.

“Bandage? Oh- no, it’s fine, I’m not- not that injured, you know…hah…” He smiles, looking away awkwardly. 

“Right.” You say shortly with a slight grin. Silence. You reach down to collect your book. In between one of the pages is a piece of an ink-filled parchment.

Carefully curated notes for a report Harry has been struggling on.

“Here, some notes for the diagram you need to make. Thought it would come in handy.” You conclude with a small, tired sigh. Harry takes the paper, touching your hand.

And it stays like that. A pause for multiple seconds.

You lift an eyebrow. Harry hesitantly pulls away, folding the piece of paper and placing it beside him dumbfoundedly. “Jeez, y/n, you’re seriously so amazing.” He says breathlessly, gazing into your y/e/c eyes.

“It’s just some notes, not a bag of gold, Harry.” You lightly laugh, holding onto your book tightly. He grins, looking down at his lap. “Well, I’m gonna go to sleep…let me know if you need help with that report, okay?” 

Without another thought, you kiss his cheek softly. “Get good rest. Good night.” 

Harry’s head rises as you leave. His body was still with realization.

You just kissed his cheek.

He didn’t know either to feel shocked…or hopeful. 

After a few moments of thinking— all while touching the same place on his cheek where you kissed—he smiled.

More than friends, he prayed. Let her like me, just like I love her.

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[wwhiteferrett]

harry james potter smut oneshot

ׂ╰┈➤ WARNINGS: NSFW, smut(18+), oral sex(male receiving - dom!female), teasing, creampie, cockwarming, unprotected p in v, riding, overstimulation, age gap(NOT PDFILIA)

౨ৎ all characters aged up, modern AU :: sugardaddy!harry x fem!reader

༄ second person POV :: you/yours , y/n

⭑ word count: 1.2k+

enjoy <3

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'' seductive secretary ''

“Eight thousand? More than last week’s,” You giggle, shoving the money into your purse that hangs on your shoulder. Harry had given you a thick stack of cash tied with a rubber band.

Harry sits on the edge of the bed as you zip up your purse and throw it down. Harry grabs you in by your waist, pulling you towards him. He stations you in between his thighs, looking at you hungrily.

“I expect you to be a good girl today, baby. Make me feel good. Think you can do that for me?” Harry smiles, arms wrapping around your hips. His hard erection is prominent through his jeans, making your pussy pulse with want.

He makes you feel good, for sure.

It isn’t one-sided, you’re aware. You enjoy it as much as he does.

He chose you because all the other girls tried too hard. Young teen girls twirling their pigtails with cheeky grins as he walked by them. They never turned him on as much as seeing his submissive secretary.

You.

You would help him in his office, fetching papers, delivering reports, and occasionally, giving him head under the table during his meetings.

He upped your pay by thousands to make you stay as his secretary once you were offered a higher position at a different company.

You were just too fucking good.

And you thought Harry was better than any other man you have met. Most wanted nothing from you, just fucking you then leaving.

But Harry? He cared. Too much.

He once fired a man after the man had touched your thigh.

Possessive. That’s what he was. Claiming over what was his.

All he wanted was the sex. The thrill—the adrenaline rush of doing something you know you shouldn’t be doing.

But he still had a feeling of guilt when he called these intimate moments “hook-ups.”

You two made a deal.

“Sex, and you’ll get whatever you want from me.” Harry had told her one late night at the office.

You had asked for money. He gave it to you. You kept your word.

Once you told your best friend about him and your deal, she was irked.

Maybe because it’s the fact that you were with a 28 year old sugar-daddy while being an 18 year old.

Your arms trailed to the sides of his neck to behind it, your thumbs rubbing circles.

You bend down, your lips ghosting his jaw. “I’m always obedient, babe.” You softly kissed his cheek. While your face separated from his skin, your eyes flicked to his jeans. “Get those off.”

Harry wastes no time, unbuckling his brown belt and sliding his jeans down.

His dick was hard.

You could moan just looking at it.

You slip off your pink skirt, along with your white lace underwear, slick trailing with it.

You go on your knees in front of Harry, pumping his cock, earning a grunt from him. Then, your mouth met the tip of his dick. You could taste the buds of precum that was spilling out.

Teasingly, you lick his length gently.

“Baby…” Harry murmured, his hands making their way to your hair. You bat your eyelashes prettily, then grin mischievously.

You loved seeing him beg. So fucking needy.

You open your jaw, taking in most of his length.

It hits the back of your mouth, causing tears to prickle your eyes. You continue a motion of taking it all, then pulling back to only suck his tip.

“Fuck, y/n…so fucking good…” Harry groaned as he tilted his head back.

You feel his cock twitch, making you more turned on.

You need him in you.

Your mouth slowly leaves his cock and you go up from your knees, wiping your mouth with your arm.

You position yourself to straddle him. Harry’s hands grip your hips, placing his head in the crook of your neck.

Without another thought, you drop your hips down, Harry’s dick entering your soaked cunt. As Harry hesitantly shifts up, you tap him.

“H-Harry…I need to…” You choke. Harry nods, waiting as you just sit on his cock.

As your throbbing pussy adjusted to his dick, Harry rubs your back.

It was painful.

The more pain, the more money, you think.

You lift your hips up again, then slam down. A moan—or a faltered scream—escaped your mouth, causing Harry to thrust his hips up into you as well.

You pick yourself up, then slide down again. Tears threaten to leave your eyes.

After a minute or two, you continue the motion: lifting up to his tip, then dropping down to hit your G-spot. The stretching pain formed into pleasure.

Harry’s grunts and your moans melt into each other, pleasure overriding you both.

One of his fingers finds your aching clit and rubbed tight circles on it, causing you to bounce harder. You wanted to reach your high so badly.

Your walls clench over Harry’s veiny dick. You don’t want this feeling of ecstasy gone. You want to soak into this pleasurable feeling forever.

“Y/n- shit- I’m gonna come-” Harry growls against your skin. He bites your bare shoulder roughly.

More, you think.

Once you picked your body up again, you stayed there. Harry’s throbbing tip was ghosting under your stretched, swollen cunt.

“Baby…?” Harry asks, lifting his head up to look at your wrecked face. You open your eyes, lips parted, catching your breath.

“I just…it’s too fucking good to let go now.” You breathe. Harry slowly smiles, arms tightly wrapping around the curves of your waist.

“I just feel too good, hm?” He questions playfully. You nod, huffing a laugh and placing your forehead on his shoulder. “Whenever you want it, baby.” His finger plays with your reddened clit, causing your body to twitch.

He knows exactly how to ruin you.

Shifting your legs slightly, it showed Harry you were ready. You lift your head, nodding to Harry.

You, once again, take his dick in your pussy. This time, it was deeper.

His hips thrust into yours, the sound of damp skin clapping continuously.

Your orgasm was coming quicker than before, and so was Harry’s.

“Oh- fuck, Harry…” You moan, your arms tightening around his shoulders. He thrusts in so fucking deep, your pussy was threatening to leak already.

The knot in your stomach tightens hard, sweat dripping from your skin as you bounced sloppily. Harry’s cock pushes a few more times before your orgasm runs over you.

You felt your sore pussy convulse over Harry’s dick, dripping cum as you rode out your high.

By your flushing face and every tightening of your pussy, Harry came too, his forehead meeting yours. His body shook slightly, gripping on your body tighter.

He thrusted until your pussy became too sensitive to continue. Tapping on his back, he relaxed, letting you fall onto him.

You sat there, on his dick, stars flashing through every blink. You catch your breath, and so does Harry.

“Are you alright?” Harry softly laughs, brushing the hair out of your face. You nod, slowly pulling out from his cock. An empty silence rang throughout you two, filled with understanding and a process of emotions.

He just sits there…observing you.

It was like he wants to say something.

Wants you to stay.

“Hope I- uh- exceeded your expectations.” You say, feebly standing up and shakily reaching for your clothes on the ground. As you slip on your clothes, Harry lays his back down on his bed.

“You always do, y/n.” Harry looks up at the ceiling, running his fingers through his curly, brunette hair.

“Yeah…I aim to please.” You smiled, grabbing your purse and tightening it over your shoulder. You touch the doorknob, looking at your feet. “I’ll see you…tomorrow?” You looked at Harry expectantly.

His head tilted upwards to look at you, eyes full of affection.

“Yeah, see you soon, love.”

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[wwhiteferrett]

harry james potter fluff oneshot

ׂ╰┈➤ WARNINGS: sfw, depressıon/mental health problems, suggestive body dısorder/insecurities, alcohol addıction, family issues, cuddling

౨ৎ all characters aged up :: soft!harry x fem!reader

༄ second person POV :: you/yours , y/n

⭑ word count: 1.4k+

a/n: mommy issues is mentioned too, sorry if this is triggering. harry is meant to be rlly comforting🥹

enjoy <3

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'' gentle hands ''

Unopened letters from your friends scattered the floor, along with clothes hanging on your bedframe in your room. Your feeble knees are bent into your chest.

You didn’t want to talk to anyone. Only Harry.

You felt like the darkness swallowed your body whole, chewed you up until you were ruined, then spat out your pathetic, aching soul.

After you returned from Hogwarts for summer break, you had been given the news.

The news of your father passing.

It hurted you. So deeply. It still does.

You wouldn’t forget the time your father brought you to buy your first broom.

The surprise party he set up when he heard you made it to the Gryffindor quidditch team.

Every single crystallized rock he would find at muggle pawn shops would go to your collection in your mug that lies on your desk.

You loved him. Your father was a backbone of your soul. You felt like a piece of your heart broke and sunk you down.

Down. Further into a depression you already had.

You sob harder, your forehead meeting your arm that rests atop of your knees.

A knock. A small, careful knock.

You assumed it was your selfish mother.

She mourned too. Harsher. Unhealthily.

A pungent alcohol odor always lingered downstairs, creeping into your lungs like the tears that wash your eyes.

She never checked up on you. Never peeped through the open crack of your door. The opening of your door announced every sob you would cry out.

Yet your mother—

She never cared.

“Y/n? You okay?” A gentle presence says, muffled from the door.

It was Harry.

You don’t respond, wiping your cheeks sloppily with the grey blanket that sits beside you.

The door opens lightly, showing a weary-looking Harry. He holds a small paper bag in his left hand and a small gathering of tulips. They were young, freshly bloomed, and a bit damp from the morning dew.

You knew they were from the garden you and Harry had planted at his house a year ago. He still took great care of it, even when you were absent.

All the flowers started to bloom recently, Harry told you one day. You’ve never felt so hopeful.

Freshly bloomed flowers: youthful, not traumatized or tortured by any personal hell they could voluntarily suck themselves in.

But soon, you knew, they would wither. The petals would fall like your tears; the corpse would be left to rot, eventually thrown away.

Sometimes you wish you were a flower.

Placing the tulips and bag on your dresser next to your bed, he kisses the top of your head.

“How did you get in?” You mumble, voice cracking from dehydration and loss of human interaction. You slightly lift your head from your wet arms to look at Harry.

You were so grateful to see his face, even if you didn’t sound like it.

He walks across the room, slightly opening the curtains of your window. The glass lets in the sunset’s bright, orange light seep through.

“Your mom passed out on the porch. I helped her get inside, she’s now on the couch.” Harry replied, folding some laundered clothes next to the window.

You scoff, hitting your head back on your arm, your hair creating a curtain.

Idiot mother. Can’t comfort her own grieving daughter or take care of herself.

After a small pile of neatly folded—or attempted to look neat— clothes were placed on the ground, Harry walked to your side. You were sitting near the edge of your bed next to the dresser.

Harry rubs your back. “Do you want to go in the backyard today? The hummingbirds are out,” he offers, brushing hair from the front of your head. You lift your head up again, tilting it to look up at your boyfriend.

“…I don’t think so, not today…” You mumble, breaking eye contact. Harry hums, continuing the rubbing of your back.

A short, comfortable silence grows between you two, the sounds of birds chirping and the occasional rustle of leaves falling.

“Maybe some warm water will make you feel better. I can braid your hair after, if you want?” Harry inquires. You nod, stretching your legs out and swinging it over the edge of the mattress. Harry slips an arm around you, supporting your wobbly movements.

The wooden floor beneath you kisses your feet with a shock. You haven’t stood in two days. You felt like you were slowly crumbling with all your weight on your toes.

The bathroom door is wide open, revealing a clutter of hair strands, wet bathroom towels, and used tissues you don’t bother to throw away. Harry sits you on the cold toilet lid as he turns the metal knob in the shower to let the water warm and for steam to slowly rise.

“Arms up,” He pipes, turning towards your slouched, tired body. You comply, lazily lifting your feeble arms. He pulls your loose shirt over your head.

You stood, your legs numb, and slipped off your sweatpants and undergarments. You were bare.

You cower, pulling your arms closer to your body and looking away.

You hated how you looked, your sick body that was always distorted in any mirrors you passed.

Always either too big, or too small, too tall or too short.

You hated everything about yourself: your boney knees, the ribs that poked out in your chest, or how defined your spine was, looking like dinosaur spikes.

But that one boy, who greatly adored you, loved you still. Didn’t care for any changes.

He held you tight, like you would fall apart.

Shatter.

If no one was there for you, you would disappear.

Harry sensed your insecure presence. The way you tightened your arms around your chest, the way your shoulders curved down.

“You’re beautiful, y/n.” He whispered, kissing your forehead, the side of your neck, then your shoulder. “I love you. No matter what.”

Your eyes find his adoring ones and…

Smile.

After days of frowning, sobbing, and biting your blankets, the corner of your lips turn upwards.

You step slowly into the hot shower, the water engulfing you fully.

Harry softly spreads soap around your body as you stand still, looking down at your feet and the droplets of water that fell.

You didn’t want to feel this way anymore. You didn’t want to be sick.

You wanted to be strong again.

After Harry turned the knob off, he wraps a towel around you. Grabbing a hair brush, he gently brushes through your locks of y/h/c hair, humming a light song.

Your favorite song.

The song that reminds you of Harry.

After exiting the bathroom, he reaches for a shirt and shorts in the pile of folding clothes. He helps you dress, occasionally saying sweet words of motivation.

“I’m so proud of you, y/n, good job.” Harry kisses your cheek, then indicates for you to sit. You do, pushing yourself to the middle part of the bed.

Harry climbs on the mattress too, his legs resting on the sides of your hips.

His hands begin to part your untangled hair then braids it into one long, loose braid.

The sunset lighting dawns upon the both of you, the radiating smell of your cherry body wash charming your room.

You stared straight ahead of you: your quidditch broom. The same one your father bought you.

Thoughts poured onto you.

Tears prickled your eyes.

Disgust rained over you—regret of saying the things you shouldn’t’ve, ignoring his letters, not spending time with him during summer.

You wish you could go back in time. Change. To find comfort within yourself, knowing you’ve done something good.

“There,” Harry says. You flinch, awakening from your heavy thoughts. Harry notices, kissing the back of your head and rubbing the sides of your shoulders. “Don’t worry, I’m here, okay? You wanna rest now?”

You nod. You knew he would be here. Everything you two have been through, he couldn’t leave.

You couldn’t live without him. Truly.

He fully lays down, and you follow, slowly leaning down with him. You face your head towards his chest, engulfed in his warmth. He pulls a gray blanket over you both, keeping the cold away.

You pray it will also keep the nightmares out of your head. For just one night.

You hear Harry’s heartbeat: slow, careful, like it doesn’t want to break you too.

He wraps his arms around your upper back. You nestle your head in his strong arms, breathing slowly, inhaling a hinted scent of vanilla.

“Can you stay with me? Through the whole night, I mean.” You muffle. Harry’s eyes widened. You’ve never wanted to sleep with anyone else, at least not now.

“Of course I will, y/n. I’ll be here when you wake up, okay?” Harry responds, kissing the top of your head, his hands trailing up and down your back comfortably.

You know it will be okay.

Harry would make everything okay.

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a/n: reading this while listening to “Nothing, Absolutely” by Gigi Perez was devastating.

[wwhiteferrett]

harry james potter fluff oneshot

ׂ╰┈➤ WARNINGS: sfw, alcohol consumption, kissing, cuddling, fluff, cute harry moment

౨ৎ all characters aged up, hogwarts AU :: drunk!harry x fem!reader

༄ second person POV :: you/yours , y/n

⭑ word count: 1.1k+

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'' his goddess ''

You’ve never enjoyed alcohol. Even the thought of a pounding headache from a hangover disgusted you.

Being sober was an amazing feeling for you; a great path to live and a way to prevent saying things.

Silly things.

Well, two people you know would disagree. These two people—one being a brother to you, the other, the love of your life—could say two different things.

“CALIFORNIA GIRLS, WE’RE UNFORGETTABLE-” Ron sings loudly, spread across the wooden floor.

You snicker looking at his red, idiotic face as he drooled down the corner of his mouth.

He takes another sip of his drink with a long sigh. “Ahhh.”

“Ronald Weasley, keep it down!” Hermione snaps, tugging his arm indicating for him to sit up. He only whined, pouting and taking another thick gulp of his drink.

“Leave me alone, babe! This is the paradise I’ve been dreaming of…well aside from you shagging me-”

Hermione smacks his head with a sour face and Ron yelps.

Harry, who sits next to you, lays his head on your shoulder after placing a quick kiss on it. A dark brown bottle is in his grip, and every breath he takes smells like alcohol.

Your hand trails up from behind him on his back to his hair, massaging it. He was adorable when he was drunk, like a little puppy.

“That feels like Hedwig scratching my scalp.” Harry mumbles as you tilt your head atop of his. Ron and Hermione wrestle each other from across from them, causing a ruckus.

“What if I was actually Hedwig?” You inquire playfully, kissing his head. His hair smelt like apple cider with a hint of cinnamon.

He had bought a new shampoo when you told him you loved the smell of apples.

Along with a conditioner with the same scent.

A body wash. Cologne. Lotion.

Whatever it took to make your nostrils find their way back to him.

Harry lifted his head, looking at you with a confused face, looking you up and down.

“I mean…I would still love you. But if you looked like Hedwig, probably not.” Harry responded thoughtfully, tilting his head to the side as if he was weighing his opportunities.

“Why not?”

“You’d be an owl.”

You laugh hard, rubbing your face with your hands. “Merlin, Harry, you’re so cute.”

Harry stays quiet, observing you as if you were a creature. Then he smiles. “Me? Cute?”

You look at him with a smile, brushing hair out of his glasses and placing a hand on his cheek. “Yes, you, Harry, you’re adorable.”

“Hm.” He kisses your cheek and lays back on your shoulder. “Can you…be my girlfriend?” He asks hesitantly.

Yeah. He was definitely knocked out.

“Harry, I am already your girlfriend.” You wrap an arm around him, rubbing the side of his arm.

“No…fucking way,” Harry shifts his head upwards again, looking at you admirably. His curly brunette hair gets in his face again. “You’re too pretty. Especially for me. You’re like a goddess.”

You giggle, leaning in for a quick kiss on his soft lips.

“You’re perfect for me, Harry. You don’t need to be anything less or more. I don’t need you to change.” You reply warmly. Harry’s dazed emotion tells you he’s processing everything.

“I’m so in love with you.” He murmurs as he lays into your lap, placing the bottle of alcohol next to your body.

Harry and you have been together for about a year. Since the day he met you, he has been lovesick. Attached.

He would send you letters over the breaks. Leave gifts in front of your dorm after rough days. Braided your hair before quidditch practices.

When you were sick or injured? He would help you bathe. Patch you up. Dress you up in loose clothing. Kiss your forehead before you drift to sleep.

You touch the side of his soft face gently as you reminisced, trailing your hands down to rest them on his chest. Harry’s heartbeat picks up rapidly as he gapes at you with a slightly parted mouth—as if he could see your thoughts and aches to reminisce with you.

You look up at Ron tackling Hermione as she screams playfully, giggling as Ron kisses her jaw.

Abruptly, Harry’s hand touches your face too. Your eyes fall back to his concentrated face. From your cheek, down to your jaw, to the side of your lip, then a touch to your nose.

“Boop.” He smiles cheekily as if he were proud. Harry’s gaze is soft as he studies your bright face filled with love. “I never noticed how different you look in a y/f/c shirt. It’s nice on you,”

“You bought this shirt for me, Harry. You’ve seen me wear it.”

“Oh. Well…you also-“ Harry’s eyes dart around your body, then sniffing. “-smell good, apparently.”

“You’re too honest when you’re drunk.”

“That's a good thing. Can I be honest again?”

“Sure?”

“I want you to kiss me again. Can you kiss me again? Pretty please…?”

You grin, your heart warming at the sight of his innocent affection.

“Of course.” You lean down and his lips once. As you attempt to lift up, he pulls your head down gently for another. And another.

And about 50 other quick pecks around your face: cheeks, jaw, forehead, even on the tip of your nose.

His lips find yours again. Passionately.

He lifts his own head up to deepen the kiss, the taste of alcohol stinging your mouth. His hands tangle partially in your hair as your hand rests on the side of his head.

As he separates from your mouth, breathless, his eyes grow wide with shock. “I just kissed a pretty girl.” His head leaves your lap to face in front of you.

You chuckle lightly, grabbing his hand and tightening it in yours, causing Harry’s face to redden.

“Then you can be my pretty boy.” You decided. Harry tugs his hand from yours and falls back into your lap, face landing on your thigh.

“Marry me. Please.” Harry says, muffled by the fabric in front of his mouth. You can feel every rise and fall of his chest pressed against your thighs.

Another yelp from Ron as Hermione lands on top of him.

You wanted the rest of your life like this: warm, filled with laughter, with the three people you love with your entire existence.

Your hands tangle in his hair again.

“Tell me that again when you're sober, Harry.”

After a wink, you look back up to see Ron looking defeated and Hermione victorious.

Harry’s gaze never left your face.

What you didn’t know was that…

He meant every single word.

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[wwhiteferrett]

harry james potter smut oneshot

ׂ╰┈➤ WARNINGS: NSFW, smut(18+), fingering, praise, degradation(kinda), begging, teasing, kinky lowk, semi-public (??), 'forbidden love'

౨ৎ all characters aged up, hogwarts AU :: harry x slytherin!fem!reader

༄ second-person POV :: you/yours , y/n

⭑ word count: 2k+

enjoy <3

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'' betrayer ''

You felt like your eardrums could burst at any second.

Cheers flooded the grassy ground as sweaty arms hugged you, hands ruffling your hair, and people patting you on your shoulder.

"Heck yeah, y/n!"

"That catch will so go down in history books!"

"So iconic."

You laugh softly, grinning widely. As the Slytherin seeker, you knew how much you were adored. Your heart was heavy with happiness and relief.

If you didn't catch the snitch, the 'Chosen One' would've. Not like Potter was a very good seeker compared to you, anyway.

Oh, how you hated Harry Potter.

His frustrated grunt of dissatisfaction when he realized you had caught the snitch.

The way his hair curled slightly when it was damp with sweat.

His manly hands. The way he gripped his broom-

"Merlin, y/n, you're just too good!" Pansy squeals as the crowd diluted around her. You receive a huge hug, cutting out the thoughts of the one particular brunette Gryffindor boy.

"Thanks, Pans. Got it for you," You wink foolishly and Pansy hits your shoulder, scoffing. "Party in the common room?"

"You know it! Let me talk with Blaise. Good job, babe!" Pansy gives a quick kiss on your cheek before jogging to a pack of cheery Slytherin boys, singing, 'Potter is a loser!'

You walk to the locker room and undress from your quidditch clothes. Teammates pass, smiling, greeting you with a 'good job' or a quick high five.

After taking a quick hot shower, you change into loose clothing and head towards the entrance of the castle.

It was cold. The wind whips your hair and stings your cheeks. You zip your hoodie halfway to your chest, grasping to as much warmth.

If only someone were to hold you.

You stroll around the empty corridors, admiring the lighting and reminiscing on the previous events.

And reminding yourself about Harry.

You hate him. But you're so incredibly infatuated with him.

One night. Just one.

But you can't get attached. Would you take that chance?

"Y/l/n." A voice growls. You whip your head to the side where the voice came from.

A red-faced Harry Potter storms from the corridor from the side. His veiny hands were pressed into fists, his teeth gritted with hatred. His toned biceps were prominent from his shirt he wore.

His tall, lean frame stops in front of you, breathing heavily.

"Embarrasing me in front of everyone? Is that how you try to win a quidditch match?" Harry snarls. You roll your eyes, crossing your arms with a huff.

"I didn't mean to embarrass you, Potter. I just...hit a sensitive spot in your heart. It wasn't unfair," You stifle a laugh.

In the match, you were shoulder to shoulder with Harry, racing for the snitch. You had mischievously yelled "Cho's booing you in the crowd, Potter!" Unfortunately, Harry glanced to his right for a millisecond, only to return his eyes to the snitch strangled in your hand.

Cho had rejected Harry's offer to go on a date a week ago. It was pretty harsh.

"Distracting me from the game is not fair, y/l/n. You knew what you were doing! You said it loud enough, I could swear Merlin himself could've heard it!" Harry hisses, narrowing his brows.

You giggle. He looked like an angry gopher.

"Calm down, Potter. It's just a game-"

"It's NOT just a game, y/l/n! Half of my team knows about it now! You're absurd!" Harry scoffs, disgust rolling off his tongue.

That annoyed you.

"It's good that your team knows you're a pussy for paying Chang to stay quiet about it." You snap.

Harry's upper lip twitched into a scowl. A complex, growing silence strangled you and him.

Until four words left Harry's mouth. The words that made heat grow onto you.

"You're a bitch, y/l/n."

A single hollow laugh slips from your mouth. Annoyance turned into horniness.

"You're hot when you're angry, Potter."

Such a tease.

Harry's eyes widen. "What?"

You only stepped in closer, the space between you two closing.

You tilt your head up with a small smirk. This is the exact place where you want him.

"You heard me, Potter. Such a sore loser...so competitive. Maybe that's what's attractive about you. So bloody determined. You'd do anything to prove a point, yeah?"

Harry rolls his eyes. "I'm not trying to prove any point, I'm just expressing how annoying you're being-''

"What is annoying-" you cut him off, "-is that your damn face was in my head every second of the game." You smirked, placing a gentle touch on his jaw. His lips parted—just slightly.

"Even after you lost, my eyes found your fucking body every time." You continued, your hands trailing down to his chest. Harry's eyes never left yours.

You didn't want to hide it.

You wanted him tonight.

All his anger pressed on you. You wanted every huff, groan, tug on your body.

But...maybe you wouldn't get that far. You know better to control yourself.

Harry's face blushes, expression plastering shock. "Are you...trying to fucking seduce me?" His breath falters—not from embarrassment but...lust. Mixed with frustration.

"Is it working? I think so...hm, I guess we'll never know, not until you try and prove your point, like you always fucking do."

You step away, losing the warmth of his body as you turned away with a faint trace of a smile.

"Wait..." Harry mumbles. You stopped as you felt a grip on your arm pulling you back.

You hum, tilting your head innocently as your body slowly drifted towards Harry's strong demeanor.

"Fuck." Harry leans into you, lips gently touching. You smile, knowing you've made it through his aggressive barrier.

Once you reciprocated, consenting his touch, Harry deepened the kiss. Hands behind your head, gripping your hair as your arms slung around his neck. Your bodies press against each other.

He tilts his head, his lips trailing down your neck, pressing against the feeble parts of your skin. You shudder, chills running down your spine.

You tug at Harry's damp curls, earning a low groan from Harry.

"My point is that I can get you wrecked, y/l/n."

"I bet you won't, Potter."

"And if I don't?"

"You have to fuck me nasty."

Harry chuckles against your soft skin, continuing his trail of faint hickeys.

You knew he wanted the same as you.

To feel something. Something other than the hate they carry for each other.

Hate.

This made you realize—if anyone found out the two enemies were making out in public, their lives would be awkward.

You would be labeled as a 'whore,' and Harry, a 'betrayer.'

"I...wait, hold on.." You whisper, slightly shifting back. Harry let go of your skin, looking at your face. "I don't think we should..."

He shakes his head. It takes him a moment to think. "I don't think so...either..." his hands snake around the curves of your waist. "Just this night...?"

You smile devilishly.

You were too deep in this.

But, you couldn't do this here. Not in public. You nod towards a slightly open door behind Harry.

Harry lets go of you, pulling you into the empty classroom.

He presses your body against the shut door, kissing you harder again, his hands trailing up your waist then back down at your hips. He pulls your hips towards his roughly as you slip a tongue into his mouth.

He tugs at the waistband of your sweatpants. You part your mouth from his, looking up at Harry's face; you felt half wrecked.

You've craved his touch, his tongue, his body for years. Now that you're here, it was either you backed away or went all out.

You wanted to chase a high you know Harry could give you.

Harry wanted consent. You nodded, biting your swollen lips.

His hand slips in your waistband, pulling it and your underwear slightly down, almost halfway down your thighs. Slick trails down from your underwear. You were already dripping.

Harry trailed a finger atop of your cunt, gentle and slow. His eyes watched your pleased face. You shut your eyes, breathing heavy.

"Shit- stop being a tease, Potter..." you choke out. Harry huffed a laugh.

"You just look too good like this." He responds lowly, pressing a finger on your clit. You moan, tilting your head upwards.

A finger slowly slips inside. You arch your back sharply, hissing a swear.

His movements start off small and careful, but as he starts placing sloppy kisses on your neck, he gets quicker, more precise, hitting that one spot that has your knees buckling.

"You feel so fucking wet, y/l/n..." Harry whispers in your ear, ghosting his lips across your jaw.

Praise. Fuck, is that your kink?

Every curl of his finger makes your back arch off the wall. The soft words he mumbles are static to your ears. You're so turned on and focused on reaching that high, you didn't care.

You start to feel that specific twist in your stomach. The one that reminds you of the nights where you would touch yourself. Alone.

Picturing the one boy who had horrible anger issues and those stupid glasses.

The same boy who towers over you now, fingering your pussy, and speaks pleasurable words in your ear.

As you pulse around his finger, he groans, biting into your shoulder.

"Harry-.."

Harry shushes you with a strong kiss, biting your lips.

"You're so beautiful like this." Harry growls against the corner of your mouth. "Not when you're always frowning. Arrogant like a slut." His thumb presses on your clit, continuously curling his fingers inside your cunt.

You close your eyes tighter, your eyes threatening to roll back. The overstimulation hits you like a fucking brick.

Just as you felt like you were going to cum, the movement stopped. His fingers are fully inside of you, covered in slick, but still.

You open your eyes with a small gasp.

"Har-Potter, what the fuck?" You whine. Harry flashes a grin. A flash in his eyes tells you he wants something so badly.

"Beg."

"Beg?"

"I want you to need it."

You scoff. Was this some sort of fight for power? You shift your hips in need for some sort of friction or movement.

Harry tuts, pulling out of your cunt. He rests his fingers flat over it, trailing up and down the wet slit. Your body twitches at the sudden movement and your pussy throbs. You start to get upset, your need to reach your high getting stronger and stronger.

"Harry...fuck- please." You whine.

"Please what?"

"Make...finger me...please." You start to get desperate as Harry kisses your cheek.

His other hand trails up from inside your shirt, caressing your breast.

"Mhm, love...I like to hear that."

Every flick of your hard nipple he does with his hands sends you closer to the edge. Your low moans into his mouth makes Harry smile. He abruptly shoves his fingers in your wet cunt. His thumbs rubs circles around your sensitive clit. Your sharp squeal makes him want to move his fingers sharper.

And he does. For what felt like 10 hot, sweaty hours.

Your breathing comes staggered and your abdomen stiffens.The way your walls pressure against his fingers lets him know your orgasm is close.

"Come for me, y/n. Come on my fingers, love."

That did it. Your orgasm hits without any warning. The knot in your stomach relieves, flooding your body with pleasure. A sharp hiss escapes your mouth as you come on Harry's two fingers.

You convulse around Harry's moving fingers, riding out your high.

Your mind races. You wanted more. You craved Harry's touch.

But you knew he wouldn't stay.

He couldn't.

You two weren't meant to be.

Your breath comes raggedly as Harry's lips leave yours.

He carefully removes his fingers and licks them. You pull your underwear and sweats up, your pussy swollen and throbbing. You lean up from the wall, fixing your shirt down. Your legs felt like jelly.

"Won the bet, did I?" Harry says, fixing his hair with a ruffle. You softly laugh.

"For sure..."

"I wouldn't mind fucking you, anyway."

You roll your eyes, fixing your hair into a ponytail.

After a brief but hesitant kiss on your lips, Harry opens the class door.

Before leaving, he looks back with a soft look in his eyes.

"Good game, y/n."

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