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wildxlily · 1 year

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Playing Hooky Pt 2

Harry led her over to the couch and took a seat, keeping her hand in his. “We’ve had a busy few days, lovey. Could use some time to rest up.”

Lily plopped down next to Harry, tucking her feet up on the cushions, and then rested her chin on his shoulder. “We have. Feels like it’s been non-stop since we got back from our trip.” You’d think it would feel calm after the year they’d had with Harry’s school and planning a wedding, but they were still busy. Even if it wasn’t quite as much as before.

Harry slid his arm around Lily’s waist and nodded looking down at her. “That’s true. I am very much enjoying this time right now with you, though… after all the wedding stress, before any house or kid stress,” he smiled softly.

Lily closed her eyes for a moment and hummed softly. “I definitely want to enjoy our marriage before the next step longer than we did engagement to wedding,” she admitted. If house wasn’t too stressful, she’d like to get out of the apartment, but she’d also be okay being there for a bit longer. “Granted…” she opened her eyes. “I don’t think I could’ve waited a second longer to marry you. Just maybe shouldn’t have put so much on our plates at once.”

Harry nodded and laid his head against the back of the couch. “Yeah… that was a lot, with school and everything.” He was more than relieved to have that stress over with.

Lily slid her arm around Harry’s waist and gently stroked her hand along his side. “Still insanely proud of you. Always will be,” she murmured. It hadn’t been easy for either of them, but Lily wasn’t having to do school work like Harry.

“Thank you. And I’ll always appreciate you putting up with me and all that stress,” he gave a soft smile and leaned closer for a kiss. “Love you.”

Lily knew they could go back and forth taking blame and excusing each other (even after all these months), so she didn’t even bother. She just tilted her head up to give him a sweet kiss and murmured, “Love you always.”

Harry cupped Lily’s face to give her a few more quick kisses. He moved to lay down and pulled Lily against him, arms going around her waist. “My lovey is the best.”

Lily let out a small noise of surprise whenever Harry shifted them, laughing a little as she properly adjusted so they could both be comfortable. “Mmm…so is mine,” she hummed happily, snuggling up against his chest.

Harry grinned, kissing the top of Lily’s head once she got settled and holding her close against him. “I’ll happily take some cuddle time with you.”

Lily just nuzzled her face deeper into Harry’s chest, letting her eyes close. “We’re always down for cuddle time,” she agreed. After a few moments, she spoke up again. “If you want to turn something on, you can.”

Harry laid his head back against one of the pillows, rubbing along Lily’s lower back. “Maybe in a little bit. Unless you want something on,” he spoke softly, eyes closing as well.

Lily peeked up at him and smiled to herself, her body sinking into Harry’s at his touch. “I’m good,” she assured him. Clearly neither of them wanted to move now that they’d gotten so comfy.

Harry nodded, giving a small smile when he was able to tell Lily’s eyes were on him, despite his being closed. This alone made taking off of work worth it.

Lily’s smile just grew and she leaned up enough to place a kiss to his chin before settling back against his chest. She’d be more than content to nap here in his arms.

Harry’s fingers rubbed along Lily’s back mindlessly, giving one more quick kiss to the top of her head before he was settling back again. He was admittedly tired after an already busy morning and afternoon, plus it was always nice to catch up on rest after the early mornings they had to be up for work usually.

Lily started to doze, but then jerked a little. “Mmm,” she groaned. “Feel like I shouldn’t nap or I’ll struggle to sleep tonight, but…you’re just so comfy.”

Harry smiled softly and opened his eyes to look down at Lily when she spoke, raising his hand to brush her hair behind her ear. “We could put something on? Don’t know if that’ll help keep us awake?”

“We’re so horrible at watching stuff, but maybe,” Lily allowed. She shifted her head so she could look at the TV. Either way it would be hard with Harry’s warmth pressed against her.

Harry laughed and sat up just the slightest so he could reach over and grab the tv remote. “You could also just take a nap, lovey… a bath and more cuddles might not make it so difficult falling asleep again later,” he suggested softly, turning the tv on but lowering the volume in case she took up his offer.

Lily ran the tips of her fingers through his chest hair as she watched Harry choose something. “We’ll see,” she allowed, not making a promise either way. Finn decided he wanted in on the cuddles for his own nap and hopped up to settle by their feet.

Harry picked a show that they both liked and have seen before, so they didn’t need to pay attention if they didn’t want to. “Finny… got enough room down there?” he grinned, “Gonna have to add a bigger couch to our need to buy list.”

Lily glanced down at their feet before looking up at Harry with slightly wide eyes. “Bigger couch? How much bigger can you get?” she laughed a little. “It’s not like this one is small.”

Harry laughed softly, shifting his feet a bit so Finn had enough room. “My Finny needs all the room he can get. He requests a bigger couch.”

“Oh, well…can’t deny your Finny of such things, can we?” Lily played along, an amused smile tugging at her lips. They had quite the list for this future house of theirs. Hopefully they could find one big enough to fit it all.

“Of course not. That’s the deal he and I made when he moved in.” Harry grinned, running his hand along her side. Only they could be this ridiculous together.

“Are we sure my Harry doesn’t just want a new couch?” Lily teased. “Don’t see what’s wrong with this one. I think it’s served us pretty well.”

Harry laughed softly. “No, I think this one is nice… just thought for cuddling purposes, is all,” he teased with a grin. This couch was still perfectly fine.

“Nice,” Lily repeated. “Think Finny has been fine for plenty of cuddles on this couch.” Harry knew she was messing with him and playing devil’s advocate. And it’s not like Finn could pick sides really.

“You know, he’s just always looking to upgrade… always looking for the next best thing out there,” he played along, “He’s hip like that.”

Lily snorted and just hid her face in Harry’s chest. “Oh, my love,” she mumbled with a giggle. “What have I signed myself up for?”

Harry smiled even more, looking down at Lily the best he could in their positions. “A very entertaining lifetime with your two favorite guys,” he laughed softly.

Lily lifted her head and propped herself up a little. She couldn’t even hide her adoring smile if she wanted to. “And to think…I willingly chose both of you,” she joked.

Harry laughed, brows raising along with the surprised expression he made upon hearing her. “Hey!” he grinned, only acting offended, “How dare you…”

Lily laughed and quickly reached up to cup his face and kiss him. “Shhh,” she shushed gently, lips still brushing his. “Best choice I ever made. Promise.” She’d honestly won the lottery with both Harry and Finn.

Harry laughed a little into the kiss but didn’t hesitate to return it. “I can’t believe you’re kissing me to shut me up… you know my weaknesses,” he grinned.

Lily just smiled even wider, giving him a few more kisses for good measure. “I’d sure hope so after all these years.” And he sure knew hers and used it to his advantage constantly. That was how he’d gotten her to take today off after all.

Harry grinned and returned each kiss without hesitation. “I suppose we’re just perfect for each other…” he hummed softly, giving her another kiss.

Lily just merely nodded, too distracted by Harry’s kisses. She should’ve known this would happen once she gave him the first, but even after all these years she apparently hadn’t learned.

Harry smiled against Lily’s lips and brought his hands up to gently cup her face in them. He’d give her as many kisses as she’d let him, always getting carried away.

Lily melted into him when he held her face. She was an absolute sucker for her Harry and they both knew it. “Love you,” she mumbled, barely audible.

Harry welcomed Lily as close as he could get her, always. “I love you,” he smiled lightly against her lips, having no problem giving her one kiss right after another.

Lily grinned as she continued to kiss him back. “I don’t think we’re gonna stop,” she laughed.

Harry laughed a bit. Once they got started, it was the most difficult thing for them to pull apart from each other. “Do you want to stop?” he pulled back slightly to raise a brow at her.

Lily’s smile faded when Harry pulled away and she subconsciously followed him, even shifting further up his body to reach him better. “No,” she whined a little.

Harry smiled, admittedly happy to see that she was just as displeased as he was with the pause in kisses. He trailed his hands down until they cupped her butt, ensuring now that she stayed at the same level of his lips to keep those kisses coming.

Lily made a little noise into the kiss, but was more than happy to continue where they’d left off. She was absolutely putty in his hands at this point and would do anything to stay close to him.

It didn’t take long for them to be all over each other again, but Harry wasn’t complaining. They found their rhythm effortlessly, as with all things after being together all these years.

Finn quickly decided that maybe cuddling by his parents wasn’t the best idea at the moment. The couple was too occupied to see the little stink eye he gave them before hopping off the couch and heading to the bedroom.

Harry turned them on their sides after a while more of kissing, resting his hand against her side. “Your robe doesn’t make getting close too easy,” he teased with a smile against her lips.

Lily glanced down at her robe which was securely tied at her waist, though the top had grown a bit more revealing. “I will admit the knot was digging into my stomach a bit,” she agreed. She reached between them to undo it the best she could with one hand. Thankfully the knot wasn’t too terribly tight.

Harry waited until Lily got the knot undone before helping with the rest of the ties. Then he slipped his arm under the robe to wrap around her waist and bring her even closer. “How’s that?” he asked before stealing another kiss.

Lily hummed happily at the feel of Harry’s touch against her skin and gave a small nod. “Much better,” she confirmed before returning his kiss.

“Good.” Harry was finally able to trace his fingertips along Lily’s bare skin underneath the robe, resuming their kisses like they never even stopped.

Lily just smiled into the kiss, knowing that Harry was very pleased with himself. Even if she still was somewhat covered up. She couldn’t help but giggle when she remembered their conversation about sex in a robe. Or…multiple conversations really.

Harry grinned, pulling back just enough to look down at Lily so he could see what the giggling was all about. “What’s so funny, lovey?” he smiled, tucking strands of hair behind her ear.

“Just thinking about making you flustered that night in the suite talking about sex in a robe,” Lily explained before tilting her head to the side. “And of course, the time we tried it and I about overheated.”

Harry laughed softly, resting his hand along her jaw. Of course, that would be a conversation topic the first night they spent together. “At least we can say we tried.”

Lily laughed a little and nodded. “Think that’s one thing we’ve done with sex that we can say did not work out.” And probably the only thing.

“Yet… We can always try again,” Harry joked, that grin still on his face. They could easily admit they had a good track record when it came to that.

Lily quickly shook her head. “I feel like it’s just as warm today as it was then. No thank you. Unless you want to try it,” she raised her brows at him.

Harry gave a slight shrug. It was definitely a pretty warm day and any activity plus a robe would likely lead to overheating. “I’ll try it… without the robe.”

Lily thought he was going to accept her challenge at first, but of course Harry was too smart to subject himself to that pain. “That’s what I thought,” she grinned teasingly. Her attention then turned to said robe. “Actually, wouldn’t mind being without the robe myself.”

Harry smiled down at Lily and gave a slow shake of his head. “Hmm… well. I guess it’s just gotta come off then, yeah?”

Lily leaned back a little and held up one of her hands. “Pull, please?” she asked sweetly, offering her sleeve up to Harry. The other arm would be much more difficult, but they would cross that bridge when they got there.

Harry sat up a bit, supporting himself on one hand while using the other to help Lily get the sleeve off that arm. “You got it, lovey. Halfway there,” he smiled.

Lily pulled her arm out of the sleeve and let out a breath of relief when she felt the cool air on her back. “Okay, now lay down, baby.” She shifted with Harry so she was now propped up over him once more. Sitting up, she slipped her other arm out and let the robe fall to the floor, leaving her stark naked above Harry.

Harry did as Lily told him, returning to lay on his back with his hands going to her waist. He watched with a satisfied smile, still in his boxers underneath her. “You know, I could really get used to days off with you.”

Lily laughed a little exasperated as she looked down at him. “Lovey…” She watched as her hands gently roamed up and down his chest, gaze lingering on the one tattoo on his pec. “I think this last year has deprived you and now you’re constantly trying to make up for all that missed sex,” she teased gently, peeking up at him from under her lashes. That was one thing they hadn’t planned on so much when it came to Harry going back to school, but his schedule had significantly reduced the amount of time (and energy) they had to be intimate. Now Harry could never get enough. “And maybe just time in general,” she added softly.

Harry’s fingertips pressed gently into her skin as he smiled softly at Lily. He couldn’t argue; this past year had really tested them and now he was eager to spend any time he could with Lily. “Is that such a bad thing?” he grinned a bit, hands running up and down her thighs.

Lily shook her head. “Not at all. Especially since I don’t see you at work anymore.” It had all been a huge adjustment. As soon as Harry had finished school and things seemed like they’d go back to normal, he had switched to his new job. And then before they knew it, it was time for their wedding and honeymoon.

Harry nodded. This past year had definitely been tough on them, but luckily as of now, they’ve had time to adjust to his new job and being married and now could enjoy being together without too much added stress. “And maybe… I’m just attracted to my insanely gorgeous wife.”

Lily smiled shyly, fighting the urge to duck her head to hide the blush even after all these years. But her gaze did avert back to her hands and she stroked her thumb over his tattoo. “Well, this insanely gorgeous wife has an outstandingly handsome husband that she is crazy about,” she countered.

Harry grinned watching Lily. He’d never get over how she still would get shy sometimes after hearing his compliments, even after how long they’d been together. “I really hope you’re talking about me.”

Lily snorted softly before looking up at him. “Well, you’re the bloke that I’m sitting on completely naked so…I’d hope so, too,” she joked with a laugh. Leave it to Harry to make her giggle to get her out of her shy state.

Harry laughed. She had a good point. “Yeah, somehow I’m the only somewhat-clothed one here and I’m still blamed as the only one who wants sex constantly…” he teased with a smile to show he was only joking.

Lily raised her brows in slight shock at his accusation before shaking your head. “You know, I feel like you being the last one to get naked is just a trend. And I’m not overly fond of it.”

“No?” Harry grinned up at Lily, resting his fingertips against her skin. “I’m like, almost naked. Doesn’t that count?”

“You can’t have the sex you want so much if you are ‘almost naked’.” Lily reached between them and lifted the waistband of his boxers with her finger just enough that when she let it go, it lightly snapped against his stomach.

“We could try?” Harry teased, referring back to their robe conversation from earlier. He’d be lying if he said that little movement of Lily’s didn’t stir something up inside him. “Are you gonna help me?”

“Help you with what?” Lily inquired. She’d noticed the little twitch of something across Harry’s face in response to the snap, so she couldn’t help it when her finger found its way back under his waistband. Though this time she just fiddled with the elastic.

Harry smiled a bit and should have known Lily wouldn’t give in that easy. “Help me take them off…” he answered, her touch being so close only teasing him further.

Lily didn’t say anything in response, she just lifted up onto her knees. This time she hooked the fingers of both hands into the elastic and then pulled down as far as she could before she had to climb off.

Harry watched Lily’s hands work, lifting his hips once she climbed off of him to make getting his boxers down even easier. He’d been hard for a while now with Lily naked on top of him so just having that material gone even felt relieving.

Lily took advantage of being able to take in the sight of Harry laid out naked on the couch for her. And very hard for that matter. “Yup,” she nodded. “You’re definitely the outstandingly handsome husband I’m crazy about.” She grinned at him then.

“Oh, good. I’m glad we were able to clear that up,” Harry returned the grin, then reached out towards Lily because he wanted to kiss her and hold her gorgeous face while doing so.

Lily gave in and carefully climbed back over Harry, settling on his lower thighs. One of her hands braced on the arm rest above Harry’s head as she leaned down to give him a soft kiss. “I’ve always been crazy about you,” she murmured softly.

One hand rested across her hip once she rejoined him, the other cupping her jaw as he gave her slow kiss after kiss. “Can’t believe how long I’ve been crushing on you,” he grinned.

“What has it been? Five years now of your crush?” Lily asked with a smile of her own. She never could have imagined Harry had been pining for her those first few years of friendship. Couldn’t allow herself to go down that path in risk of messing up friendship and her workplace. And now here they were.

Harry laughed a little. “Honestly, yeah, probably…” It took him a while to let those feelings out, but looking at them now, it clearly all worked out how it was supposed to. “And somehow you had no idea those first couple years,” he smiled at her.

Lily pulled back a little to look at him. “You were very good at hiding it.” She tilted her head, “Or I am just really that oblivious, but I feel as though Sarah or someone at work would’ve called me out on it.”

“Maybe a little bit of both.” Harry compromised with a small smile, gently nudging her forward to give her another kiss, “I think it all happened like it was supposed to.”

Lily hummed into the kiss, “I agree.” Harry easily distracted her with his kisses, all other thoughts drifting away that didn’t revolve around him.

His hands traveled slowly along Lily’s back and up to her neck and back down to her thighs, anywhere he could reach while they kissed. Lily couldn’t blame him for wanting to make up that time they didn’t get to spend together as much as they would’ve liked.

Lily’s body curved and arched in response to Harry’s touch and she couldn’t hide the small goosebumps. Her hips shifted further up his thighs until they finally met his own. She slowly ran her wetness against his length, revenge for all his teasing. And also, she enjoyed it.

Harry welcomed Lily up further and closer to his body, and that feeling of her alone got a soft hum out of Harry already. His hands just gripped her hips and helped to guide them along his length, seeing as how they both enjoyed the feeling.

Lily pulled away after a moment to catch her breath. “Ready, love?” she asked, managing to open her eyes to look at him. While it felt good, she knew having him inside always felt even better.

“If you are,” he gave a little nod, eyes opening to look at Lily. He was more than ready to feel her again. “Want me on top?”

“If you want,” Lily shrugged. They’d both had their turn of being on top this morning so she didn’t mind either way. The only trick would be adjusting on the couch. Maybe Harry’s idea of a bigger couch wasn’t so bad after all.

Harry always enjoyed Lily on top but didn’t mind giving her a break after this morning. He held her against him, keeping her legs wrapped around his waist as he flipped them over, Lily’s back against the cushions now. “Good, lovey?” he asked, fixing the pillow underneath her.

Lily would never say no to the opportunity to be manhandled by Harry. She enjoyed when he moved her as he pleased far too much. As was noticeable by the way she bit her lip and smirked when he shifted them on the couch. “Mhm,” she managed a nod, grinning at his fussing. One of her hands reached up to cup his cheek and her thumb stroked over his stubbly jaw line.

Harry shifted to settle above Lily and in between her thighs, resting with his forearm on the arm rest above her head. He reconnected their lips as he lined himself up with her and slowly pushed his hips forward.

Lily inhaled sharply at the feel of Harry pushing in and then moaned softly into the kiss. Her hand that wasn’t cupping his face moved to his chest, slowly roaming over it and down his side to his hip. She loved feeling his muscles flexing under her touch.

Harry let out a short moan in response to Lily’s, and to how good she felt around him. His fingers mindlessly combed through her hair as he filled her completely, giving them both some time to adjust, even though it hadn’t been that long since they’d gone without this feeling.

Lily pulled back just the tiniest amount to speak. “Third time today and you still feel so damn good,” she sighed. Surely, they would never tire of this feeling and experiencing it together.

Harry smiled softly and began to trail kisses along her jaw. He couldn’t have agreed more, she knew that. “Love you,” his arm wrapped around her waist as he began to thrust his hips.

“I love you,” Lily returned the sentiment before it was followed by more soft noises as they began to move together. Her own hips matched his rhythm easily and she laid her head back against the pillow, eyes slipping closed as she just enjoyed herself.

Harry absolutely adored the look on Lily’s face, wanting nothing more than for her to relax back and enjoy this as much as he was. He pulled back slightly, both to catch his breath some and to focus on angling his thrusts just right.

Lily’s grip on Harry’s hip tightened when he adjusted his angle and her noises became more common. Harry knew exactly how to work her and he did it well. “Love,” she breathed out after one particular thrust.

Harry let out noises often, lips parted and that feeling in the pit of his stomach slowly building up. He gave a small grin hearing Lily, keeping the aim of his thrusts consistent and of course his gaze on her all the while.

Lily opened her eyes and wasn’t disappointed in the view she had; Harry above her with his lips parted and that telling crinkle between his brows. Her lips curved up into a smile as well, especially at meeting his gaze which of course was on her. “Hi.”

Harry let out a little laugh at Lily’s adorable ‘hi’ and continued smiling down at her. “Hi there,” he breathed, hand going between them not long after to rub his thumb in circles against her clit.

Lily opened her mouth to say something, but the words disappeared from her lips and her mind at Harry’s touch. “Oh, fuck, Harry,” she groaned. Her hand that had been cupping his face had found its way into his curls at some point. No surprise. But his focus on her clit had her tugging on his curls from the pleasure.

Harry’s hint of a smile remained as he leaned closer and pressed his lips to her jaw, then below her ear. His thumb rubbed continuous circles against her and his thrusts got a little quicker, knowing he wasn’t going to be able to hold off for much longer.

Lily’s jaw dropped in a silent moan as her high came racing up on her. Her walls began to clench down around him and her toes curled at the pleasure. She gripped onto Harry wherever she could, her orgasm crashing over her harder than she had expected with it being her third of the day.

Harry stayed close to Lily so he could hold her and she could grip onto him. “Lily,” he moaned as she tensed around him, moving his hand away but continuing his thrusts to ride out her high and reach his own, releasing into her.

Lily whimpered at the feeling of Harry releasing and prolonging her own high. She did her best to continue moving with him to help them both ride it out.

His thrusts continued but slowed as they both came down from their highs. Both were breathing heavy, cheeks flushed and lips swollen. He’d surely be tired after this time.

Lily placed sweet kisses along Harry’s cheek as they both waited for their breathing to calm down. She thought she had wanted a nap earlier, but now she definitely did.

Harry pulled back to look down at Lily once his breathing had finally calmed with a smile beginning to form. “Three. What’s our record?”

Lily laughed and shook her head. “I don’t remember what our honeymoon record was. You’re asking too much of me too soon after a really good orgasm,” she confessed.

Harry laughed and sat up a bit more, hand going to rest on the back of the couch. “You’re right, I should’ve waited,” he grinned, his other hand on her thigh.

Lily frowned a little when he sat up, not wanting him to move away from her, so she reached out to him again. “Pull out and let’s go back to cuddling like before,” she requested. She’d been keen on cuddling before, but now she really wanted it.

Harry nodded and didn’t wait a second longer before giving into Lily’s request. He slowly pulled out of her and moved to lay down, squeezing himself between her and the cushion.

Lily moved to lay on her side once Harry was settled. Then she was quick to tangle their legs back together. “So, let’s see…what about the first day in the pool? Don’t know if we’re counting you going down on me as one or not, though,” she mused, happily thinking back on their honeymoon.

“Hmm… I don’t know. I feel like that was just a warmup,” Harry grinned and wrapped his arms around Lily’s waist, “Did we reach three that day?”

Lily laughed lightly, “Of course, you think that.” She pursed her lips as she thought back. “So, there was on the lounge chair and then…shower? So only two that day.”

Harry nodded in agreement and began to think about the next day of their trip. They were so busy, it was hard to keep track. “We woke up, had sex… then that was the day we had sex actually in the pool as well, right?”

Lily went through the day in her head and nodded. “Yes, when I rode you on the stairs and then we switched,” she agreed. Her brows crinkled as she tried to remember their evening. “I believe that was the night when we got very tipsy on wine and…and we slept with you inside me so we definitely had sex again. The details are just a bit blurry from all the wine,” she laughed softly.

Harry couldn’t help but laugh; that definitely sounded like them and their antics. “So that’s three… that was a good sleep, by the way.”

“So, three is our record then?” Lily clarified, brows raised a little. She didn’t figure they’d done more than that any of the other days considering the boudoir shoot had taken up a good chunk of the one day. Though, they’d definitely done it at least twice that day as well.

“I think so?” Harry traced along her skin as he thought, legs tangled together with Lily’s. “Might’ve made it to three another day, but… don’t think we got to four.”

Lily hummed and nodded before adjusting her head on the pillow. “Sounds about right.” There may have been another day over the years where they did it three times, but she felt as though she would remember doing it four times or more.

Harry could feel himself growing more tired, even with how invested he was in the record they currently held. “Looks like we’ve got a goal to reach of four someday,” he grinned.

Lily smiled as she reached up to gently brush Harry’s damp curls back from his forehead. “Someday,” she agreed. Some day when they managed to have the energy for four. “May have to keep them a bit tamed, though. Conserve as much energy as possible,” she winked at him.

Harry laughed softly. “Well, I don’t know if we can manage that…” he teased with a smile and a wink back at her, “Those will have to be our lazy, busy days.”

Lily’s head fell back a little with a laugh. “Oh, of course not. My Harry would never be tame in bed if he can help it,” she teased, letting her hand fall to cup his cheek now. “Like today?” All they had done was have sex, shower, and eat.

Harry laughed, rubbing his hand along Lily’s side slowly. “Yeah, like today. Except I’ve got to recharge now. You’ve tired me out, lovey,” he teased and grinned.

Lily smiled gently at him. “And here I was the one wanting to nap earlier.” She leaned in to give him a sweet kiss and then nudged her nose against his. “Don’t worry. We don’t have to break our record today.”

Harry returned the kiss, his eyes staying closed even when Lily pulled away to nudge noses. “Mhm… never say never,” he let out a soft sigh with a small playful grin, gently squeezing Lily closer.

Lily tried to hide her knowing grin. “If you say so, lovey. You just let me know when you’ve recharged enough for round four.” She could admit that a perk to being a woman was the rebound time after sex, which definitely came in handy with her husband who was bound and determined to give her as many orgasms as possible from either his hand, mouth, or dick.

Harry smiled and opened his eyes to look at Lily, brows raised just at the possibility of there being a round four in the works. “How about after some cuddle time with my lovey?” he suggested, sneaking his way in to tuck his head in the crook of her neck.

Lily giggled when that made Harry look at her, but then she happily wrapped her arms around him and snuggled him in close. “I will never say no to cuddles from my snuggle bun.”

Harry’s eyes closed again when she hugged him in closer, his arms tight around her as well. “I love being your snuggle bun,” he happily sighed, the activities of their day catching up to him.

Of course, Lily’s hand was in Harry’s curls just seconds after he got settled, running through the ends of them. “And I love that you’re my snuggle bun.” She placed a kiss to the top of his head.

Harry smiled softly at her words. He placed a few small kisses to her collarbone while his fingers traced along her skin. It’d be hard to go back to work after this day.

Lily just smiled to herself. Harry was the absolute cutest when he was cuddly and a bit needy about it. She’d happily hold him and dote on him forever. After a few moments, she began to hum a random song that had been stuck in her head, just enjoying laying together undisturbed.

It wasn’t surprising that Harry began to drift off after a while, not with how comfortable he was in Lily’s arms and feeling her fingers in his hair. He enjoyed being the little spoon every so often.

Lily knew Harry was done for when she felt his breath against her collarbone grow deep and slow. But she didn’t stop her doting or humming. She was more than happy to lay there with him and let him get in a small nap before it’d be a good time for dinner.

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hannahsmusings · 2 years

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Lou

Well, maybe if you two weren’t busy out there making out in the snow, little Harold here wouldn’t of gone and drank all the booze. It’s kind of your fault, Lou! *Liam smirks, obviously emboldened by the booze he’s been drinking, usually never going up against Louis like that, Liam always getting the brunt of Lou’s jokes and torment but he seemed to not care right now, being sufficiently drunk that he didn’t properly think it through*

I’d much rather kiss this gorgeous girl than worry about Haz, sorry, mate. *Louis makes a gesture to Harry who just hiccups in response* *Lou rolls his eyes dramatically as all the other lads hoot and holler when he mentions that you two had made out, shaking his head and trying to brush them all off* You’re all idiots. Pure idiots. Leave us alone. *he wraps his arm around you tighter and pulls you in closer, burying his nose in your hair and laughing as the whole room ‘aw’s, Louis flipping them off as best as best as he could with his hand that was holding his cup, everyone just laughing at him when he did that* *the night goes on much like this, everyone getting drunker and Lou staying pressed against your side majority of the time, besides when you volunteered to bring Harry up to bed since he was pretty much passed out on the floor underneath Niall’s Christmas tree* *as you were coming back downstairs, Lou grips your wrist from behind the staircase, pulling you into a small office type room, looking down at you with bright mischievously twinkling eyes as you realize it was him, his hands quickly coming up to rest on your waist* I missed you. Sick of sharing you with Harry. *he was definitely drunk, still aware of everything but in that bolder and clingier mindset, his smile big and dopey on his face* It’s almost midnight you know. Thought you’d miss it and I’d lose my chance at a proper midnight kiss… it’s bad luck, they say.

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*giggles happily at their excitement for us, staying close to your side and loving this new clinginess, things seeming so different now we were official* *we drink and dance a little together before playing drinking games and chatting with the others, quickly noticing that Harry was falling asleep on the floor and chuckling as I help him up to bed* *gone for about 20 minutes trying to get him to drink and on his side to sleep peacefully before I was coming back downstairs, yelping a little as someone grabs my wrist and tugs me into a private room, realising it was you and playfully hitting your chest* You scared me. *murmurs before my whole face softens as I feel your hands on my waist and stepping closer into you and cheeks flushing as you say you missed me, biting my lip and feeling very tipsy myself as I reach my arms around your neck and grinning back up at you* Missed you too. *murmurs softly, nuzzling my nose against your chin before giggling at your words and shaking my head* Would never rob you of a midnight kiss, it's a necessity.

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Hey Angel - Harry Styles

a/n: since i had so much time on my hand at work lately (not anymore unfortunately) i used it wisely and cooked up this PA themed fic bc i absolutely love this trope. it’s lengthy and kinda emotional? kinda, lol. hope you’ll like it and as always, feedback is much appreciated!!

warning: sexual content

word count: 11.5k

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Harry likes to pretend he is tall enough to comfortably rest his chin on the top of your head when he stands behind you, but that’s not true. He has to push himself a little to his tippy toes and push you down at the same time to fit his chin above you, his arms weighing down on your shoulders. You stopped arguing him that you need to push your hips forward when he does this so you don’t carry his whole weight.

“Tha’s rude, you do not have to do tha’!” he defended himself every time you brought up, so you just stopped.

Now as you watch the game of air hockey unfold in front of you, a half empty pint in your hand, you don’t even budge when you feel a chiseled chin resting on the top of your head, you push your hips forward without a second thought to shorten your height. You catch a glimpse of a tattooed forearm on your shoulder, Harry’s chest presses against your back gently.

He doesn’t stay in this position too long, it’s making it hard to drink so soon enough, he wraps his left arm around your shoulders, coming to stand next to you, sipping on his tequila on the rocks.

“Hey you,” you smile at him as he gives you a side look, a boyish smirk tugging on his pink lips. “Everything alright?”

“Everything is fine.”

“You need something? How much have you had to drink?” you ask furrowing your eyebrows, looking down at his glass that was certainly full when you last saw him about ten minutes ago.

“Shush, stop pretending like you’re working,” he waves at your face, his words melting together, definitely thanks to the alcohol he has consumed tonight.

“I know I’m not working, I’m just tryna’ be your friend and look out for you.” Bringing your own drink up to your lips, you give him a look, but he just smirks at you playfully.

“Uh-huh, whatever. Don’t worry about me.”

“I always worry about you, H,” you sigh dramatically and it makes him laugh with his head falling back.

“Is this the part where you tell me I’m some spoiled brat celebrity you ‘ave to babysit for your living? And that I always do ridiculous shit so you ‘ave to keep an eye on me at all times?”

You can’t push your smile down at how far this statement is from reality. You just like to tease him about being a typical, asshole rockstar when he is literally your favorite person in the world without a doubt.

“Oh Angel, you can’t fool me,” he cackles, squeezing you to his side before taking another sip from his drink.

“Wouldn’t even try to,” you mumble with an amused smile. “Havin’ fun, birthday boy?” you ask, leaning into his side. You would never admit, but you love how touchy Harry can get sometimes, not really caring about physical boundaries, especially when he drinks. The hugs, the squeezes, the touches, they always make your heart flutter even after knowing him for years.

“I’m havin’ a blast. What about you?”

“What about me? It’s not my birthday,” you chuckle shortly.

“So what? I can’t make sure you’re enjoying your night?” he frowns at you dramatically that just makes you laugh.

“I’m having a great night. It’s just that my boss keeps coming after me even though I’m supposed to be off the clock.”

You peek up at him to see the grin on his face at your teasing. The dynamic between the two of you has been like this since day one. The constant bickering and teasing is what really brought the two of you close, you are so similar, it’s like you can see a male version of yourself when you look at him.

“Tell the dude to fuck off,” he mumbles into his drink and you bump your hip against him, but he just holds you tight to his side as an answer.

Soon enough, Harry joins the game and you watch him play from the side, obviously cheering on his opponent to annoy him, earning some pretty dirty looks from him whenever they score against him and you let out a “woho!” in victory.

“Y’know, it’s not too nice to cheer against the birthday boy, is it?” he calls you out when the table is taken by someone else and he joins you at the side again.

“Am I not allowed to choose who I want to cheer to?” you ask with a faked puzzled look and he presses his lips into a thin line, glaring down at you intently.

“Don’t test me, Angel,” he grumbles into your ear before walking off to join his friends who came out to celebrate with him today.

It’s a pretty lowkey celebration, since he is still in the middle of filming Don’t Worry Darling, so he couldn’t really travel far from the set, but some of his dearest friends were able to come here and celebrate with him and his cast members.

You stand at the bar and your eyes find him every time you scan the place, not able to keep your gaze away from him for too long, he just demands the attention. Or at least yours.

You’ve never met anyone like him. When you got the chance to be his personal assistant four years ago at the very beginning of his solo career, you never thought how he’ll move right into your heart and never leave it. Whether you look at him as your boss or your friend, you can’t deny that he changed your life and you’ve learned so much from him, you can only hope he thinks of you somewhat the same. However you always tell yourself: what could you possibly give for The Harry Styles? He has everything in the whole wide world.

Harry catches you staring and he arches a brow at you, abandoning the conversation he has been in for the past minutes, mouthing you “what’s up, Angel”, his accent thick even without hearing his voice.

He’s been calling you Angel for longer than you can remember. When you asked him why the nickname, he said it’s because One Direction’s song Hey Angel was written about you. It was a fat lie, you haven’t met him when the song was written, but his words still tightened your chest, playing with the thought of Harry writing a song about you.

As cheesy and cliché as it is, you fell for him faster than you’d like to admit. You tried to fight it for a while, convince yourself it’s just a silly crush, but you soon had to realize you outgrew that after the first few weeks working with him. How could you not fall for him? He is everything any woman could wish for and he has you wrapped around his fingers, just like he has half the female population, probably.

You shake your head in his way, not sure how to tell him you just got lost in your thoughts about him. In fact, he occupies your mind pretty much all the time, but he doesn’t have to know about that.

He excuses himself from the table and walks up to you, a slow breath leaving your nose as you watch him approach you.

“Tired?” he asks, stopping in front of you, placing his empty glass to the counter.

“Kinda,” you nod.

“Want to head home soon?”

“Don’t worry about me. I can just call a taxi and go home, you don’t have to come.”

“Don’t be silly, we go to the same place, obviously we’re gonna go home together.”

Since filming has started, Harry and you’ve been sharing a nice apartment near the set. It was his idea to rent a place for the two of you, rather than to stay at a hotel. At first you didn’t think it would be a good idea, but of course, he convinced you to live with him for the months while the movie is being filmed. So now you basically live with Harry, share pretty much all your living space with him, except your bedroom.

“But it’s your birthday, stay as long as you want,” you tell him, not wanting to snatch him away from his friends on his big day.

“We’re filming in the afternoon tomorrow, can’t drag the night too long either way,” he shrugs, trying to make you believe it’s really nothing.

No matter how badly you try to convince him to stay, he doesn’t bulge and starts saying goodbye within an hour, calling the two of you a car to take you home. He is clearly tipsy, but not drunk. Once you’re in the car, Harry’s hand finds yours and he pulls you closer in the backseat until your thighs are pressed together. He curls an arm around your shoulders, holding you tight to his side, sinking down in the seat. You let your head rest on his shoulder, enjoying the closeness of his body, pressing down any worrying thought that usually makes its way to your mind every time Harry gets a little cozier than the usual.

The rational side of your brain knows you should be keeping some distance from him for the sake of your own sanity and emotional health, but you just can’t. Denying these little moments from yourself would be like pure torture and your heart can’t take that for sure.

“What are you thinkin’ about?” he murmurs, his nose nuzzling into your hair and you just shrug your shoulders.

“Nothing,” you mumble your lie.

“Liar, I can hear the gears turning in that pretty head of yours,” he grins down at you as your eyes lock for a moment. Thank God for the darkness in the car, because you can feel your cheeks heating up. The last thing you need is for Harry to see how nervous he can make you feel with just a simple compliment.

“Stop being nosy, you don’t have to know everything all the time.” You poke his side with your elbow, it makes him jump a little before he snuggles back to your side.

“That’s not true, you know I’m entitled to hold every knowledge in the world.” He tries to hide his smirk, but he fails miserably and you just laugh at him with your head falling back to his shoulder.

“Harry Styles, you are something else,” you sigh shaking your head at him.

Arriving home Harry keeps an arm around you as you walk up to the front door, fishing your keys out of your bag since you’d bet Harry didn’t bring his. There’s a chance he hasn’t even used his copy since you’ve been here, he knows you always have yours and you haven’t really left without each other so far, always staying around the other.

“Want to shower first?” he hums, walking inside, his arm leaving your shoulders and though you feel lighter without the extra weight, you wish it was still there.

“Go for it, I’m gonna clean up the mess I made when I got ready earlier,” you tell him, heading into your bedroom where the floor is littered with half your wardrobe from earlier, when you were trying to figure out what to wear for the little outing.

Harry disappears in the shared bathroom and a moment later you hear the water running. You go around your room, picking up the dresses you voted against, placing them back into the wardrobe and then you put away your makeup you left on your bed in your hurry.

“Bathroom is yours!” Harry calls out just when you finish, you hear his bedroom door open and close so you grab a clean oversized t-shirt and a pair of cotton shorts before occupying the bathroom.

The warm shower feels nice, it’s been a long day since you started on set, Harry had a few scenes to film before you could leave in the afternoon. You wash away the day, scrub your makeup off and then take off the rest with your wipes once you’re out. You brush your hair and use some lotion for your dry skin before getting dressed and leaving the steamy bathroom.

Padding down the short hallway you hear nothing coming from Harry’s bedroom and you wonder if he’s already asleep, but once you step inside your room you see that he is cozied up on your bed, your covers pulled up to his naked chest, a pillow tucked under his head as he scrolls through his phone so shamelessly, as if it was his own room.

“Did you take the wrong turn in the hallway?” you ask with an arched eyebrow as you throw your dirty clothes to your temporary hamper, which is basically your emptied out suitcase.

“Nope,” he grins smugly, you have to roll your eyes at him. He locks his phone, dropping it to the side table, watching you move around, getting ready for bed and his eyes on your figure feel like they’re burning down on your skin.

“You know, it’s rude to stare,” you comment not even looking at him, but you just know he is still staring at you. Grabbing a hairtie from the little dresses in the corner of your room you reach back to loosely braid your hair, but his voice stops you.

“Wait,” he pleads and you furrow your eyebrows at him. “Can I do it?”

You give him a confused look as he pushes himself up into a sitting position, his green eyes are glimmering from the tiredness and the alcohol he has consumed tonight.

“You want to braid my hair?”

“Yeah,” he nods. You hesitate for a moment but join him on the bed at last, turning your back against him, giving him full control over your hair.

A shiver runs down your spine when you feel his fingers raking through your strands. He is so gentle and careful as you feel him section your hair off to three parts.

“Didn’t know you can braid,” you tell him, eyes fixated on the sheets in front of you.

“Gemma taught me, but I’m not the best at it.”

“So I’ll look atrocious?” you tease him smiling to yourself. He pokes the back of your neck with his fingers before continuing his work.

“You could never look atrocious, even if you tried.”

“And you are such a flirt,” you sigh. Over the years you’ve gotten used to his flirty act, it’s just who he is and though in the beginning your breath always got caught in your throat when he said something cheesy, now you just brush it off, only thinking about his words when you are alone in the night, struggling to fall asleep because you’re once again, thinking about him.

“M’telling the truth. Have I told you how beautiful you looked tonight?”

“Mmm,” you hum. He has told you that you looked pretty when the two of you left and he saw you walk out of your room in your black skinny jeans and flowy sheer top on, your hair loosely curled, but you didn’t really know what to say, so you just smiled at him and it’s the same now. You’re not the best at taking compliments.

“You really did. You always are.”

“And once again, you are such a flirt.”

“Complimenting a pretty woman is being a flirt?” he asks pretending to be offended as he carefully works on your hair and you wish you could see his focused face as he is trying to keep track of the sections between his fingers. At a lack of a witty comeback, you just shrug your shoulders, fumbling with your fingers on your lap.

You both fall silent as he concentrates on your hair and you manage to stop thinking, just focus on how his fingers keep brushing against your back every time he crosses two sections over each other.

“Hairtie, please,” he asks, his hand appearing next to you with his palm upwards. You place it in his hand and he finishes up his masterpiece. “There, it didn’t turn out as bad as I thought,” he comments once he is done. Reaching back you run your fingers over the braid and it feels good, he did a great job.

“Thanks,” you smile at him shyly, turning around. He leans back, making himself comfortable once again and you arch an eyebrow at him. “Need me to walk you back to your room, sir?”

“No, I’m perfectly fine here,” he grins smugly, tugging his arm behind his head as he takes up the right side of the bed.

“You’re planning to sleep here?”

“Please, don’t make me sleep alone on my birthday!” he pouts, giving you those damned puppy eyes. How could you ever say no to him?

“You better not push me off the bed in your sleep,” you mumble before getting under the covers.

You turn off the bedside lamp and the two of you start moving around, finding a comfortable pose to sleep in and you end up facing each other on your sides, Harry’s face squished into the pillow as his eyes are roaming over the hand you have laid between your faces.

His fingers start to inch towards yours until he hooks his pinky with yours, the touch sending a warm feeling down your spine.

“I hate sleeping alone,” he mumbles into the semi-darkness.

“Why?”

“Don’t you like it when there’s someone next to you? When you wake up and you’re not alone?”

“I like it, but I don’t hate sleeping alone either,” you tell him as your eyes fall to your linked pinky fingers. “Why do you hate it? You have the bed all to yourself, and there’s no chance of waking up to someone snoring or talking in their sleep.”

He huffs out a laugh as he buries his head deeper into the pillow.

“It makes me feel lonely. Which is ridiculous, because I’m never alone.”

“But lonely and alone are not the same, so it’s not ridiculous. You can feel lonely when you’re not alone.”

“I know,” he nods, his eyes watching your linked fingers intently, before he moves his hand so it’s now covering yours, his warm palm wrapping around your much smaller hand. “I’m never lonely with you, though.”

“So… you are only lonely when you’re sleeping or in the bathroom, because we basically spend every moment of the day together.” You smirk at him and see his dimple form in his cheek as he smiles at you nodding.

“That’s right. We are like glued together.”

“How aren’t we sick of each other already?”

“That’s never gonna happen.”

“You sure about that?” You raise your eyebrows at him with an amused smile, he is too sure about that answer.

“One hundred percent. You’re my favorite person.”

“Is that what you tell everyone?”

He gives you a look, but you just chuckle, sinking further into your pillow. His fingers start playing with your hand as he draws a deep breath.

“I only tell this to m’ mum and Gemma. No one else.”

Your heart starts racing at the thought of him seeing you on the same level as his closest family. You know how much his mum and sister mean to him, but you never thought you are anywhere near them in his eyes.

“You’re my favorite person too,” you whisper as your eyes meet over your joined hands. He smiles at you warmly, his floppy curls falling into his forehead and you want to run your fingers through them, feel how soft they are under your touch. Harry scoots closer, your faces only a few inches away from each other as he closes his eyes and takes a deep breath.

For a moment you just watch him, thinking how good it feels to have him in your bed. How amazing it is to end the day with him so close to you. You wish all days would end like this, you wouldn’t have another bad day with him next to you.

Lying there and watching him slowly fall asleep, his hand still on yours, the bitter thought eats itself into your mind that he is only here because he feels lonely and wanted to be close to someone, not you particularly. And though you’re glad it’s you he ended up next to, you try not to get too accustomed to the feeling, because you’re just a temporary fix to his loneliness.

The door to Harry’s trailer opens and he walks in wearing his blue dress pants and crispy white dress shirt, fumbling with the top buttons to undo them. You glance up at him from your laptop where you’ve been working on his schedule for the upcoming weeks while he was filming.

“Hey, how did it go?” you ask as he places his water bottle to the vanity and then sits in the chair he spends his mornings in while his hair is being styled and tattoos are covered.

“Good. Messed up only a few times. Whacha’ working on?”

“Just your schedule, I’ll email it to you when I’m done, though you never check it.”

“Hey, I do check it! I like your color coding. I just suck at using it and you’re always here to remind me of the important stuff.”

You roll your eyes, continuing to type away on your keyboard as he moves around, having a snack and texting back people.

“Florence is coming over for a little after we’re done. We can order something,” he speaks up grabbing your attention again.

“Cool,” you nod with a small smile. “Is she staying the night?”

“No, we just thought it would be nice to hang out a little without dressed like this,” he chuckles looking down at himself.

“What’s wrong with Jack’s clothes? You look neat.”

“Do I?” he cocks an eyebrow cheekily, placing his hands to his hips as he looks down at you.

“Yeah. It’s a nice change after all the grandpa clothes,” you tease him and he gasps pretending to be offended at your words, though you both know you have nothing against his style. In fact, you love how he just wears whatever he wants, not caring what others would think.

“Watch your mouth or you can’t wear my bode jacket again,” he warns you holding up his pointing finger, shaking it at you, but you just chuckle at him, finishing up what you’ve been working on before shutting the laptop down.

“How long until you’re done?”

“Just a few more scenes. I think we can leave in about two hours.”

“Alright.”

“You done working?”

“Mhm, for now.”

“Come and watch the filming. You’re always so hidden in here.”

“Because I always have work to do,” you point out, putting the laptop to the side from your lap.

“Yeah, but you’re done now, so come out and watch me be the next Leonardo DiCaprio,” he smugly tells you, and it makes you roll your eyes at him.

“You’re so humble, H. Is something that comes with the age?” you tease him standing up from the small sofa, grabbing your phone from the table.

“You’ll find out in a year,” he smirks back as you follow him out of the trailer, back to the set.

Later that day you, Florence and Harry are chilling back at your apartment, munching on the pizza you ordered, watching some documentary on Netflix, just enjoying a lazy evening. You’ve become quite close with Florence, her personality is a lot like yours so you got along well from the beginning, the three of you often do things together outside of set.

You and Harry are sharing the couch while Florence is curled up on the loveseat. The temperature at the apartment is always nice, but you often catch yourself feeling a little cold in the evening, but it has more to do with the tiredness rather than with the heating of the place. When you pull your legs underneath you to warm your feet, Harry notices the action and knows right away that you’re starting to feel cold as always. Reaching down he grabs a blanket from the basket next to the couch and he wraps an arm around you, pulling you closer to him.

“Come ‘ere,” he mumbles, draping the blanket over the two of you. You shuffle closer to him, making yourself comfortable at his side as he makes sure you’re fully tugged in. Then he leaves an arm around you, his fingers gently grazing your shoulder as he turns his attention back at the movie.

Glancing over at Florence you see the puzzled look on her, but you ignore it biting into your bottom lip, turning back to watch the movie though you’re having a hard time focusing. All you can think about is Harry’s touch on you.

It’s almost midnight when Florence calls herself a taxi. Harry picks up the glasses you used and volunteers to wash them, leaving you and Florence alone in the living room.

“So, what’s up with you and Harry?” she questions right away without beating around the bush.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean that you two has always been close, but now… it seems all too… couple-like.” She narrows her eyes at you, hands on her hips, looking like a mother questioning her daughter.

“Don’t be silly.”

“I’m not,” she scoffs. Then you pretend to be busy with folding the blanket, but you can feel her intent stare on you before she speaks up again. “You like him, don’t you?”

“What?” you huff with a not too Oscar-worthy expression on your face that was supposed to hide the panic in you. “Well of course I like him, he is my friend and boss.”

“But not just like that. You like like him.”

“Florence,” you sigh, just when Harry walks out of the kitchen, oblivious to the conversation that he just interrupted.

“You sure you don’t want to spend the night?” he politely asks her, but she just shakes her head.

“I’m not really up for spending the night on the couch.”

“You wouldn’t have to, you can sleep in my bed,” he simply offers and something is telling you he shouldn’t open his mouth again.

“You’re not taking the couch because of me.”

“I wouldn’t, I usually sleep at Y/N’s,” he states as if it was nothing, but you instantly freeze.

Yes, ever since his birthday he has spent way more nights in your bed than in his own, always raving to you how well he can sleep when you’re next to him and you couldn’t bear the thought of him feeling lonely, so you’ve been letting him occupy half of your bed through the nights. He usually holds your hand falling asleep and then you wake up tangled together, sometimes he is cuddling you from behind, other times you’re the one curled up to his side. He treats it so casually, like it really is nothing, he just always goes on his day when you wake up so you decided to not make it into a big deal either.

Florence gives you a wide eyed look that you try hard to ignore, while Harry is so oblivious to what he just caused with his statement.

“I uhh—thanks but I’m fine going home. Besides, I think my car is already here. See you guys on set tomorrow. Y/N?” she calls out walking towards the front door.

“Hm?”

“We’ll talk later,” she tells you and it’s a strong message that she won’t just leave it at that.

“Uh, yeah, sure,” you nod awkwardly, waving her goodbye.

You and Harry clean up together and as always, he is the first one to use the bathroom and by the time you’re done, he is in your bed, waiting for you to join him. You don’t comment on his presence anymore, part of you afraid he would stop spending the night in your bed and you definitely don’t want that. Not much is left from filming, meaning that soon you are forced to go home where you and Harry do not live at the same place so you’re gonna have to sleep alone, like you did before. Only now you are way too hooked on the feeling of having him in your bed, even if it’s not in the way you truly want, it’s better than nothing.

The moment you get under the sheets, Harry reaches out and pulls you to his side. He hasn’t done this often when you went to sleep, only sneaking some small touches, but you don’t mind him being a little extra clingy.

“Filming is almost over,” you mumble into his chest, your hand lazily resting where his ribcage ends in his chest.

“Mhm.” There’s a short silence before he speaks up again. “What about it, Angel?”

“It’s just that it’s going to be weird going home. I got used to living here.” It’s your way saying that you’re gonna miss having him around all the time, but you’re not sure if he understands the hint. It doesn’t really matter anyway.

“You like cramped together with me?” he chuckles lowly.

“Was kinda nice,” you smile.

“Remember how you threatened me to throw my shit out if I leave my dirty clothes on the floor?”

“I do,” you smirk, thinking back to the conversation where you agreed to live with him while he is filming. “Didn’t find any clothes on the floor, so you get an A for that.”

“Wow, was this… a compliment?”

“Shut up, I always compliment you!” you laugh smacking his chest gently.

“Oh, no. You don’t compliment, you just tell me when I managed not to fuck something up,” he corrects you and your cheeks are heating up about how well he knows you.

“Those are compliments in my book, don’t be greedy.”

“M’not. I love how grounded you keep me with treating me like this.”

“Like what?” you ask furrowing your eyebrows.

“Like a normal person. With you, I don’t have to be afraid that I earn something because of who I am. You give no shit about my name, you always keep me in check and I appreciate that.”

“Can’t let you have a too big of a head,” you smirk, closing your eyes. He laughs with you, squeezing you a little before you both fall into silence, drifting off to sleep in each other’s arms.

You’ve managed to avoid Florence in the past few days. Her burning look has been making you way too nervous, you know she wants to know more about what’s going on between you and Harry, but truth to be told, you have no idea what to tell her.

Yeah, I’m definitely in love with him and we’ve been sharing a bed for a few weeks because he feels lonely alone at night, so he uses me to ease the feeling while I just let him because as I said, I’m in love with the man.

No, you can’t tell her that.

Now there’s only two days left from filming, meaning that only two more nights to spend with Harry and it’s making you a nervous wreck to think about sleeping alone in your bedroom.

You round the corner in the maze of the trailers after a phone call you had with Jeff when you run out of luck and bump right into Florence.

“I’ve been looking for you, Y/N. Come have lunch with me in my trailer,” she smiles sweetly, grabbing you by your hand so you can’t escape her this time.

“Oh I wanted to call—“

“Do it later,” she simply cuts you off.

Soon, you find yourself in her trailer as she eats her burger while she eyes you with suspicion.

“So, you and Harry sleep together?”

“Well, not like that. We really just sleep in the same bed.”

“Oh, makes perfect sense, sleeping in the same bed as your boss. Very casual.”

“Don’t make it sound so weird,” you frown at her words. You definitely don’t see Harry as your boss. You do work for him, but it never felt like he stands anywhere above you, the two of you have always been equal even before you became close friends.

“You gotta admit it’s pretty unusual,” she points out and you just look away from her. “So let’s talk about how you’re in love with him.”

“What? I never said that!” you protest, but she just gives you a look that says ‘cut the crap, girl’ and you know there’s no use to try to trick her, she sees right through you. “Don’t fucking look at me like that, I have enough shit on my plate without your judgment.”

“Oh, I’m not judging you. I’m just wondering why you two are not together already.”

You practically snort at her statement, finding it quite absurd and ridiculous.

“What? You two are perfect for each other and I’m pretty sure Harry loves you too.”

“Yeah, as a friend.”

“That’s not how friends act, Y/N. He wouldn’t beg himself into your bed every night if he was just your friend.”

“He is just lonely. He doesn’t need me, just someone to be with him.”

“That’s bullshit,” she scoffs. “You two are just being idiots.” Just as you are about to answer, your phone starts ringing. Harry’s smiley face appears on the screen, making you extremely nervous because of the conversation you are having with Florence.

“Hey,” you breathe out answering the call.

“Hey, where are you?”

“Just, talking with Florence. What’s up?”

“I got an email from Jeff and I have some questions.”

“I’ll be there in a sec.”

“Thank you Angel,” he hums before ending the call.

“I gotta go. Please don’t… bring any of this up for Harry,” you ask Florence, heading to the exit.

“You’ve gotta sort your shit out. This is not ideal, Y/N.”

“I know it,” you growl under your breath, leaving the trailer. You chew on your bottom lip nervously as you march back to Harry’s trailer. You feel so confused and anxious about this whole situation and the worst thing is that you have no idea what to do about it. Telling him how you feel seems like a stupid idea, but mostly because you’re terrified of rejection. What if it all meant nothing to him? If you were right and he is just lonely and uses you to help himself, it has nothing to do with you. You wouldn’t survive the heartbreak it would give you if he told you he doesn’t see you more than just a friend.

As you walk into his trailer he is sitting on the sofa with his phone in his hands. He glances up at you, a warm smile tugging on his lips as you take a deep breath, feeling very much out of place suddenly. Unfortunately, he immediately senses your discomfort.

“Everything alright, Angel?”

Angel. This nickname could make your knees go weak in a heartbeat and you hate how much effect it has on you. Especially in this state of mind you’re currently in.

“I just…” You shake your head shutting your eyes. “Why do you keep calling me that?” you ask, sounding way more desperate than you intended to. Harry puts his phone aside, looking a little puzzled at your sudden weird act, but he seems more worried for you.

“I, uhh—“

“And don’t tell me it’s because Hey Angel is about me. We didn’t know each other back then.”

You have no idea where this is coming from or why you even questioned him about it all of a sudden, but Florence just totally threw you off with what she just said. Harry stares back at you, probably vigorously looking for the reason why you are acting up now, but luckily, he doesn’t try to turn it into a joke as always.

“I call you Angel, because you remind me of the song. It wasn’t written about you, but the lyrics match up with… you.”

“What?” you ask in confusion.

“I wish I could be more like you, do you wish you could be more like me?” he quotes the song, not singing the words, simply just talking them as he stares back at you. “I see you at the bar, at the edge of my bed, backseat of my car, in the back of my head,” he continues and you feel your throat doing dry just from the way he softly speaks, standing only a few feet away from you. “I come alive when I hear your voice, it’s a beautiful sound, it’s a beautiful noise.”

You never really gave it another thought, but now that he has told you this, it hit you hard in the chest. You weren’t expecting, especially because those lines are rather meaningful, to you at least.

“I thought of it once not long after we first met and thought calling you Angel would suit you. Do you mind it? I can just… stop calling you that if you don’t like it.”

You shake your head. You never want him to stop calling you that even if it’s not that meaningful for him. If it’s just some game. It’s great to know that something reminded him of you.

“No, it’s… it’s alright.” Your voice is small, barely more than just a whisper. It’s a little too much at once. Florence’s words are still stuck in your head, and what he just said has felt like he just gripped your heart even if he doesn’t know.

You take a shaky breath, forcing yourself to come back from this hazy state of mind.

“So, what about that email?”

“You alright?” Reaching forward he takes your hand and you try not to flinch at his touch, just smile at him nodding.

“Yeah. I’m fine.” He squeezes your hand before dropping it and he luckily doesn’t ask any more questions.

You stay oddly quiet for the rest of the day and Harry surely knows something is wrong, but he respects you enough not to bug you about it any longer. He just stays close to you as much as he can, trying his best to take your mind off of whatever keeps you occupied.

On the way home you and Harry drop by a supermarket, buy some quick dinner, not wanting to stack the fridge when you’re leaving so soon. Then you sit in the living room, eating and watching some random movie that’s on TV. You snuggle to his side on the couch naturally, he doesn’t even have to pull you close this time. The thought of having left only one more night in the apartment makes you want to sue every little moment you have left in this bubble.

Harry makes you have a shower first tonight and when you come out from the bathroom, your bed is already nicely made, inviting you warmly. He is quick to finish with his shower and joins you in bed barely five minutes later. You move towards each other instantly, his arms curling around your form soothingly as you make yourself comfortable, melted into his embrace. You feel his lips pressing against your forehead and you almost start crying at the small action.

“Angel, I don’t know what has upset you, but I’m here for you, alright? You’re not alone,” he murmurs softly.

“I know,” you whisper. “Thank you.”

“No need to thank me. I would do anything for you, just like you do so much for me. You’ve got me.”

I wish, you think to yourself. You have him, but not the way you’ve been desiring. His hand moves to cup your face as he lifts your head so you are looking into his eyes in the darkened room, but there’s enough light coming through the window that you see his features. He runs his thumb across your cheek, gently caressing your skin and everywhere he touches you, it feels like your body is in flames. This something has been building up inside you and now you’re not sure how long you’ll be able to control yourself. And just as you think about how you really should put some distance between the two of you so you won’t regret it later, the unexpected happens.

Harry pulls you up just enough so when he moves his head he is able to place his lips on yours, kissing you out of the blue. His lips feel so soft, so fitting on your mouth, you let out a whimper when he goes further than just a gentle kiss, taking your bottom lip between his properly. It’s an out of world experience, you’ve imagined it so many times, but you never thought it would actually happen and now that it is very much happening, your whole mind goes blank and for a split second… everything feels right. You kiss him back with fever and with each passing moment the kiss grows more passionate and way hungrier than how it started. Harry’s arm tightens around you, almost pulling you on top of him and you can’t make yourself stop, not that you want to.

With a little force, Harry pushes the two of you around so now you’re lying on the mattress and he holds himself up above you, his lips never disconnecting from yours. He licks into your mouth, pulling and tugging on your lips, making your whole body go weak just for him.

But then, as if reality hit you in the head, you realize what’s happening.

“Harry,” you gasp pulling back, gasping for air. “This—We…”

“Angel, let me take care of you. Please,” he begs out of breath.

“What…”

“I want to make you feel good. I want to take care of you, please let me.” He sounds so desperate, like he would do anything for this and you are not strong enough to deny it from him.

It’s just his pity. He’s been using you for his needs, now he wants to give some back, it’s nothing more, you think to yourself. It can’t be more.

You lack the willpower to make a rational decision, so as you stare up into his eyes that appear so dark due to the lack of proper lighting, you just nod before he leans down and kisses you again.

He holds himself up on one arm while his free hand wanders down your body, touching you at places you have never felt him before. He palms your left breast, squeezing it gently and it makes you moan into his mouth before his hand moves down the curve of your waist until it reaches your sleeping shorts. Your body is burning for him and you can’t stop it from reacting to everything he does. You buckle your hips up when you feel his fingers gently graze along your pubic bone, even though you’re still fully clothed.

“What do you want me to do, Angel? I’ll do anything you want me to,” he pants between kisses as his hand moves to cup your heated core, making you moan again from the sensation of his touch there.

“I need you,” is all you manage to get out.

“I’m right here. You got me. What do you want me to do? Please, tell me, Angel,” he whines, forehead pressed against yours and his hips fall, pressing against your thigh, making you realize how excited he has gotten. His erection is hard under the fabric of his boxers, almost aching to be freed. There’s no way you can take any teasing or a long foreplay. You need him inside you now before you burst.

“Harry, I need you inside me. Please,” you whimper, almost cry, before he kisses you again, hard and demanding as he simply pushes your shorts down, revealing your naked sex since you don’t wear any underwear to bed. You grab the waistband of his boxers too and push it down until he can wiggle his legs out of them, leaving him completely naked in your bed while you still have a top covering your upper body, however he is quick to change that. He grabs the hem and starts pulling it off, your hands helping him so a few moments later you’re completely naked underneath him.

“Fuck, Angel,” he breathes out, his perfect, pink lips attacking the side of your throat, kissing and nibbling on the skin, going down to your breasts, giving the same amount of attention to both while you turn into jelly under his touch. lacing your fingers through his hair you cry out his name as you can feel him leaving a mark on your left breast, his tongue swirling against the spot he just completely destroyed before he brings himself back up so he can kiss you again and again with so much hunger, it’s hard to tell where you end and where he starts. Everything melts together and you’re such a mess in every possible way.

His hand gently reaches down between your legs and parts your shaking thighs before he cups you drenched pussy, his middle finger sliding between your folds, a shameless moan slipping from your mouth, right into his as your lips are still attached.

“So wet, I can’t wait to make you feel good, baby. Let me make you feel good.”

“Harry, just… please,” you pant, surely feeling yourself lose the last bits of your nerves.

“D’you have a condom?” he asks, head lifting up a bit so he can look into your eyes.

“I-In my, um, the makeup bag,” you try to explain gesturing towards your dresser where your makeup bag sits on top, two condoms somewhere inside it. Harry pecks your lips before pulling away from you, the lack of his weight on top of you making you shiver.

He digs into the bag until he finds what he’s been looking for, tearing the packaging open with his teeth and he rolls it on while he walks back, not wasting another moment. You cling onto him like a koala bear once he is back in bed, his massive body covering you again.

“Just tell me how you like it, I’ll do anything,” he mumbles against your shivering lips as he pushes the head in first, stopping for a second before the rest of his cock buries inside you, completely taking your breath away. He is bigger than anyone you’ve ever been with, filling up every inch of you, your walls stretching around him as he stills once he is all the way inside you.

This is it. This is the moment you’ve imagined oh so many times, feeling him the closest possible, his cock buried inside you, his cheek pressed against yours as he holds himself up on top of you. Years of yearning and endless nights when you imagined your hand was his… and now it’s your reality. And though you know it’s gonna change everything, you can’t tell yourself to stop.

Harry lifts his head, pecking your lips gently, calling you Angel over and over again as he starts moving, the friction between your legs growing with each thrust. He fits inside you so well, you won’t be able to enjoy sex with anyone else now that you’ve experienced it with Harry. All of a sudden, he has become the epitome of your whole life.

“Tell me what you want, Angel. Do you want me to go slow or fast? Tell me how to make you feel good.” His lips brush against yours with each word while you’re just trying to catch your breath, fingers digging into his back, the euphoria building up inside you gradually.

“A little faster,” you breathe out, speaking feels like a hard task at the moment. Harry picks his pace up, finding just the right rhythm that makes you wrap your legs around his waist so he can go even deeper with each thrust he makes.

“Look at me, Angel. Let me see your eyes,” he begs, his hand cupping your cheek. He runs his thumb along the line of your lower lip before he takes it between his lips, tugging on it gently, kissing you like you’re his last breath on Earth. He is devouring you, body melts together with yours, all your senses are strictly focused on him. He is all you see, hear, feel and taste.

Your gaze meets his and the way he looks at you, like you’re his whole entire world, it makes your eyes tear up. You want it to be true, you want it to be reality, you want it to be more than just about needs and satisfaction, but it’s not and your consciousness is not letting you believe otherwise.

“Oh Angel,” he softly hums, wiping away a tear that escaped the corner of your eye and ran down the side of your face. Keeping up his rhythm he kisses along your jawline, your cheek, your lips, the side of your face, the bridge of your nose, everywhere he can before returning to your lips with a hungry, passion filled kiss.

“Harry…” you whimper, holding your thighs tighter around his waist as you feel yourself nearing the edge.

“Let it go for me, Angel. I wanna see you feel good, cum for me,” he tells you, eyes never leaving yours as you are ready to burst underneath him.

“Harry, I-I need you!” The words fall from your lips as a desperate beg, arms wrapping around his torso tight, as if he could disappear from your embrace any moment.

“I’m right here, Angel. Right here,” he soothes you, kissing your lips sweetly as proof that he is not just a trick your mind is playing on you. “Are you close, baby? Are you gonna cum for me?”

“Yes! Yes!” you pant, losing control over your body and all your senses. It’s gonna be intense, you can tell and it hasn’t even started yet, you just know it’ll shake you to the core.

“Good girl. Let me make you feel good.” “So good,” you breathe out before Harry occupies your lips with his once again.

It doesn’t take long. He keeps thrusting in the perfect angle and it throws you right over the edge. Harry demands you look him in the eyes when your orgasm wash you over and the intensity of it all almost makes you cry again. You burst, lose yourself under him, screaming his name as if you were praying to all higher forces. In a way, you are, because for a moment you really think you completely vanish from this world.

Harry follows you just a few more thrusts later, falling out of his rhythm as he grunts and moans your name, face buried into the crook of your neck while you tug on his hair, the feeling of his soft locks between your fingers is like pure heaven.

He stills, but stays inside you as he looks up, his eyes filled with satisfaction and contentment as he cups your face again, kissing you long, taking his time with you.

As you come off your high and the clouds of euphoria clears off, reality sets in more painfully than ever. Your limbs are paralyzed and you feel like you are outside your own body, just watching everything happen as if you were a third person in the room. Harry rolls to the side, chest heaving wildly as he is trying to regulate himself. Once he is able to breathe without panting, he pecks your shoulder gently and makes a quick round to the bathroom. You hear water running and then his feet padding on the floor, but you can’t bring yourself to move, you just lie there, completely drained out. It doesn’t change even when Harry gently cleans you off with a damp washing cloth, throwing it to the side to take care of it in the morning. He pulls the covers over the two of you and scoops you into his arms. You manage to bring your arm up to his chest as your head rests on his shoulder. His fingers are dancing up and down your arm, his steady breathing keeping your overcrowded head grounded. And then… he starts singing so softly, it’s almost just a whisper.

“Hey Angel, oh, I wish I could be more like you. Do you wish you could be more like me?”

Your eyes shut close, the damn tears flooding again, but you keep your sobs drowned in your throat. Instead you force yourself to sleep and hope you live to see the morning, because you feel like your heart is about to give up on you.

When you wake up, you genuinely feel like you’ve drunk through last night and now have the worst hangover. It’s like you’ve been hit on the head with a chair. You slowly come to your senses and realize that you’re completely naked in bed and there’s a body curled to your side, equally naked.

The shock sets in first because you realize, once again, that what happened last night wasn’t just a fever dream, it actually happened. And then you basically jump out of bed when you look at the small digital clock on the bedside and see that the two of you have ten minutes to leave if you don’t want to be late to the last day of filming.

“Harry! Harry get up!” you smack him, kicking the covers off and grabbing your top and shorts from the floor, quickly putting them on. The man in talk growls, just rolling to his back without even opening his eyes. “Harry damn it! We have ten minutes or you’ll be late!” you snap at him and it somewhat wakes him up. With furrowed eyebrows at puckered lips, he lifts his head up and looks around.

Those lips were kissing you last night.

“What?” he mumbles in confusion.

“We overslept, get up. We have… eight minutes left.”

“Shit,” he mumbles under his breath, finally getting out of bed, reaching for his boxers.

It’s a shitshow as the two of you try to get ready on time and though you are running just a few minutes late, the driver of the taxi manages to speed down the streets fast enough that you arrive to set just in time.

During the whole ride, you feel Harry’s burning eyes on you, but thank God, you get a call from Jeffrey the moment you get into the car and it lasts the whole ride so you don’t have to talk with him about what happened last night.

“Y/N,” he tries when you’re still on the phone and he is already done with hair and makeup, heading to set to start filming.

“What?” you mouth at him.

“Can we talk later?”

“I’m busy. Go, I’m sure they are waiting for you,” you whisper to him and he looks so disappointed, but he nods and walks away. Your heart breaks as you lower the phone. You have been out of the call for some time, just didn’t want to talk to him.

Quite frankly, you’re not ready to talk to him about what happened last night. You don’t want to hear him say that he was just trying to help you out last night, that it wasn’t anything serious, just some messing around. It was just two people trying not to feel lonely.

Walking back into his trailer you can feel your chest tightening, a sharp pain shooting right into your heart the more you think about him. It was a mistake, you shouldn’t have done it because you are the one with the feelings and now you are the one struggling with the consequences of your little get together.

The more you think about it, the worse it gets and you feel like you’re about to suffocate. You need to get out of here, there’s no way you can face him now.

It all happens so fast. Before you can even second guess your decision, you’re on your way back to the apartment to pack all your stuff and get on the first flight back home. You need to put distance between you and him, spending one more night in the same apartment would make you go nuts. So while Harry is filming, completely oblivious to what you’re doing, you pack up your room as fast as possible and head to the airport to hop on the plane that leaves at four pm.

With a racing heart you check all your baggage in and make it through security when Harry first calls you. At first, you want to ignore it, but then you find yourself swiping your thumb across the screen.

“Hey,” you shortly greet him.

“Hey, where are you? Have been looking for you everywhere.” “I um… I’m at the airport,” you answer and the silence on the other end is deafening for a moment.

“You are at the what?” he then snaps.

“I had a, um, kind of emergency, so I’m heading back home now. Sorry, I would have called you, but didn’t know when you’d be off set.”

“You fucking packed and left already? You’re really at the airport?” He is fuming, Raging. You can tell he is pacing in the trailer, vigorously running his fingers through his hair, ruining it without a care. You almost feel guilty, but then again, you just know facing him now would break you. You’ll get back to him when you’ve pulled your shit together.

“I am, calm down, alright? Not a big deal.” “You just left on our last day here without a fucking word! And when am I seeing you again?”

“I, uhh—I need to be home for a while, but you’ll be fine. I’ll stay in touch with you in email and text.”

“Fucking text? Email?” he is barking now. Good thing you are not there because it would be a disaster. “Y/N, you can’t be serious. We-we were supposed to talk. You can’t just fucking disappear like this.”

“We’ll talk, alright?”

“When?”

“Later,” you simply tell him at a loss for a better answer. Hopefully, never, you think to yourself, but don’t say it out loud.

“Okay, you’re not doing this. Don’t you dare get on a plane, I’m going to the airport right now. You’re not leaving.”

“Well, I am and you’re not coming here,” you clap back, but you can already hear him moving around, probably gathering his stuff so he can leave right away.

“Swear to God if you get on that plane, I’m—“ He cuts himself off, no idea what to really say and you just sigh, closing your eyes. People rush by you and as you glance at the big screen you see that your plane is boarding.

“Harry, just… it’ll be better like this, alright? You’ll be fine, I’ll see you… when I see you. Have fun on your last day on set.”

You end the call before he could get another word out and put it on airplane mode right away as you grab your backpack and head to your gate.

Using your time on the plane wisely, you put together a very detailed schedule for Harry so he knows everything about his next few weeks and you can minimize your contact with him. You even set up a bunch of reminders in his calendar so he won’t miss his appointments.

When you set feet on the ground again, you expect the distance between you and Harry to feel comforting and freeing, but it’s the opposite. An ache in your chest is getting heavier as you get yourself a taxi and head home, feeling more alone than ever in your life.

Your home doesn’t feel like a home. Not without that one person who could make any place your home, but you can’t see him right now, not until you learn how to exist around him without the urge to faint.

Going to bed alone is pure torture. Every moment you are waiting to hear Harry shuffling around in the apartment, you miss his little snorts when he is watching the TV, his singing coming from the shower, but most importantly, you miss having him so close to you in bed. Now that you’re lying on your own, your bed feels so cold, it brings you tears as reality sets in. You miss him. You miss him more than anything and you can’t imagine a time when it won’t hurt anymore.

The crying pushes you into a shallow slumber sometime in the middle of the night, however, you’re rudely shaken back to consciousness when you hear someone banging on your door like crazy, pushing the doorbell constantly.

“Jesus fuck,” you mumble with a grimace, pulling a hoodie on as you make your way to the door hazily, probably still half asleep because you open the door without checking who it is through the peephole and you end up staring up at none other than Harry. “What the—What are you doing here?” you breathe out, panic sets in fast and your hands start shaking at the sight of him.

Harry steps inside without invitation and closes the door behind him, a stern expression on his handsome face.

“Y/N, what the fuck were you thinking when you left like that?”

“I-I told you, it was an emergency.”

“What kind of emergency? Because I called your mom and sisters, they all said nothing happened in the family, so what could possibly happen that needed you here immediately?”

“I don’t have to explain shit to you.” Shaking your head you try to step back to put some distance between the two of you, but he doesn’t let you, taking a step forward at the same time.

“Well I think we have a lot to talk about after last night, don’t you think?”

“I don’t want to talk,” you shake your head biting into your bottom lip. This wasn’t supposed to happen, why couldn’t he just stay where he was? “How did you even get here so fast?”

“Left as soon as we wrapped.”

“Where are all your stuff?”

“Left everything there, I’ll just go back and pack it up, it doesn’t matter. What matters is that for a girl who genuinely hates any form of working out, you ran pretty fast from you today.”

Any other day you would have laughed at his comparison, but not today. You just stand there, chewing on the inside of your cheeks as you try to figure out what to do or say. You were not ready to face him so soon.

“What do you want me to say?” you ask desperately, throwing your hands into the air.

“Tell me what it meant for you,” he calmly answers and you want to shake him. How is he so peaceful?

“No,” you shake your head. “I’m not doing this to myself, okay? I need time, Harry.”

“For what?”

“So I can get myself over this, alright? I need time, I—fuck this,” you growl, feeling the tears flooding your eyes again. Damn it!

“Why the fuck do you want to get yourself over it?”

“Because it obviously didn’t mean the same thing to me as it meant to you!” you snap at him and he raises his eyebrows at you in a way that tells you “you’re stupid”.

“What do you think it meant to me?”

“Probably nothing,” you scoff rolling your eyes, but the anger that bursts from him quickly washes your attitude away.

“Fucking nothing? You think I would get on a fucking plane first thing after filming for ten hours straight just to come after you? You think I spent all my nights with you these past weeks because you mean nothing to me? You know, for a smart girl, you can be pretty dumb sometimes.”

You blink at him in utter confusion, his words knocked you off your feet. He exhales sharply, long fingers running through his messy curls as he tries his best to calm himself down. When he is finally breathing somewhat normally his wildly vibrant green eyes meet your widened stare.

“Y/N, I thought we were on the same page. What did you think it was all about?” he softly asks, seeing how shook you still are.

“I, uhh—I thought this was all just some kind of distraction. You said you were feeling lonely, I thought you were just… kind of using me. And then last night was you returning the favor.”

“Hell no,” he breathes out shaking his head as he steps closer and this time you don’t back away from him. You let his hands run down your arms until they find your hands. “I thought this was clear, but I’m gonna say it then. I’m in love with you, Y/N, have been for a long time, I was just being a pussy and didn’t know how you’d take it. But then, when you didn’t kick me out of your bed the first night we slept together, it got me hoping and it was all heading just the right direction. Then last night happened and I was so damn sure this would be our turning point but then…” He breathes out shakily again, as if the thought still upsets him. “When I called you and you said you were at the airport… I love you, Angel, but I was ready to murder you.”

You let out a faint chuckle, feeling the tears bubbling in your eyes.

“Why did you run away instead of talking to me? Did you not trust me?” he asks softly, a hand coming up to cup your jaw gently.

“I didn’t trust myself,” you admit weakly.

“Oh Angel…” Leaning down he kisses your forehead tenderly, his lips feel like soft feathers against your hot skin. “Do you need me to tell you again how in love I am with you or are you gonna believe me? You’re not planning to run away again, are you?” he teases you making you chuckle as you shake your head.

“I’m not gonna run away, but I would love to hear you say you love me again.”

“I love you. I love you so fucking much, Angel, don’t you ever think otherwise for a moment, okay?”

You nod, lips curling into your mouth as your teary eyes meet his green orbs.

“I love you too, Harry.”

“You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting to hear you say that,” he chuckles breathing out in relief and it makes you smile. “I would never just use you. Love you way too much for that, Angel. You are everything to me.”

“Wish I knew that earlier,” you mumble with a bitter chuckle. It would have saved you a lot of tears.

“I will never stop saying it to you.” His forehead rests against yours, noses touching as his arms curl around your frame, pulling you close to him until you’re pressed up against his hard chest. “Just out of curiosity, what were you thinking when I told you, you reminded me of Hey Angel? Because I think it pretty much gave me away, but apparently, I was wrong,” he chuckles lowly, pulling back a little so he can look you in the eyes.

“I honestly have no idea,” you admit with an awkward chuckle. “I just had a conversation with Florence before that where she called me out about my feelings for you and I was still kind of in shock. Probably took it as just your usual flirty behavior.”

“I’ll admit I do flirt some, but haven’t you realized it’s different with you?”

“I guess not.” “Angel, you are… something else,” he chuckles in disbelief before leaning down he finally presses his lips against yours. You giggle into his lips, arms wrapping around his neck as he lifts you up from the ground, twirling you around, a squeal slipping from your mouth.

“So, now you have to go back to pack your stuff?” you question, still wrapped into his arms completely and you don’t want to exist any other way. This is where you belong.

“Yeah. Had to chase down this Angel who thought she could run away from me.”

“So how are you planning to get to New York by four tomorrow when you’re still here and have to go back to pack? Have you checked the schedule I sent you? You’re not gonna make it.” You cock your head to the side with an arched brow.

“Did you just go back to full assistant mode right after we confessed our love for each other?”

“Someone has to be responsible and we both know it’s always me.”

“I’ll just hire someone to do it for me, I’ll leave to New York from here. Happy?” he grins at you as you nod.

“Very. Because this means you can stay the night here.”

“Seeing the fact that I literally have nowhere else to go, because even my house keys are in the suitcase I left back… I very much need to stay here for the night,” he points out.

“Good. Come on, my bed felt empty without you,” you giggle, pulling him towards your bedroom and he follows you eagerly.

“I can definitely help that.”

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Keep holding my hand.

Harry was in an emotionally abusive relationship before y/n, something happens that makes his insecurities float back.

Impetuous reel of dithery thoughts rapidly bustles on the wall, Harry stares at it blankly – he stares and stares and stares ..... yet it does nothing for what he wishes.

His stomach fills with acid and his mouth burns with foulness with each painful beat his heart gives realizing maybe this's the end ---- he doesn’t spare a glance to the dinner wafting off he cooked with much happiness looking forward to tonight.

Where did I went wrong?

Did I hurt her in any way? What if she didn’t like me popping up at her studio that day to remind her of tonight

Well Keat didn’t like it ..... She used to hate it Infact,

No! She’s not like keat —--

But, then why isn’t she picking your phone? She knew, promised and she still didn’t came tonight?

What if she’s sick? Fuck, then I should go to her.

He shuts his screaming conscience down, shoving the heels of his palm against his pop-sockets wearily to make him feel something --- to escape the hurt that’s looming around him, crushing and squeezing him to death.

He blows off the candles, melted to their base from being sorrowfully lit from three hours atleast --- mocking him and his sincerity.

You deserve this.

Why did y’think ye' deserved anybody’s love?

She doesn’t love you anymore --- just like keat....

The corners of his glossy eyes prickles with pearly tears and it drops down his clavicles, with blurry vision he dials her one last time and it goes straight to her voicemail alike past three hours.

Hiya, Y/N here! Leave a message ‘cos I mighty be busy or maybe lazyin' round the farthest corner of my home .......

He tosses and turns, does it manifold times --- his sleep betrays him too and he’s angry soaring with venom, if he could scream from a cliff and throw stones down the pound furiously he'd instead his eyes runs droopy.

His shuddering breath sulks to tranquillity, all he could hear’s a screech of wind that’s hitting the window and his guts.

His body jerks at the chirp of voice he’s oh so familiar with —- other days he'd be submerging in the honeyness of it but at the moment he bites down his wrist to keep him wrenching his empty stomach out.

“Happy anniversary, bub!” His brows clinches down into a grumblish frown and he presses his hand between his thighs turning his back upon hearing the careful steps treading in.

The creaking stalls and she stands at his doorway with heavy heart, her throat —-- uff her throat feels like as if someone punched it several times.

Not letting her tongue to utter any word —- anything that’d assure him and her, everything’s alright --- it’s not a big deal.

Ofcourse, it is!

Little things matters most to him – told you —- he .. — he told you himself and you hurt him, you hurt him just because you couldn’t stand to your boss.

She wanted it to be perfect for him, for them — winded up the work her boss hoarded on her mercilessly last minute demanding her to wrap it up in an hour --- felt giddy and motivated to do it speedily looking forward to their celebration. Bought his favourite chocolate moose cake standing in the line of his favourite bakery, since he doesn’t like any other flavour.

She stands at the side bed looking down at him, heartbreaking in million pieces seeing him torn, all teary cheeks and this stoic for the first time they’ve been dating.

“’M sorry -- I –- my boss trapped me and – ‘n I really wanted to call you —-- then it took me forever at your favourite bakery, I’m so sorry baby.” She rambles nebbish-ly and catches onto his shoulder when he tries to face away from her.

He mutters, “Forget bout it. Go back home ‘s getting late.” Though, his heart lurches forward to embrace her and shower her in kisses telling her “it’s totally fine.” And that “how bout we celebrate now,” but being an emotionally sensitive person has it's very cons and one of it is requiring space and time to recover for better thinking.

His eyes slips into abyss and he holds back a sniffle when he feels the mattress dip behind him, she sighs, coos in the softest voice she only keeps it for her lover, “Oh baby .... you’re my home.” She's well aware of the anxiety he goes through. He feels like everything crumbling but she's there to catch him and she rubs his back.

The many many reassurances he needs from his lovie to keep going for them, the praises for him for treating her like the most precious daffodil —- because he never got praised before; even though how much of the world’s luxuries he'd lay at his ex's feet was never assured that how much she loves him (because she never did).

Y/N would never want his insecurities to float back and sting his scars, she'd never want him to ever go through from what he did in past —-- to be used like a toy and manipulated, might sound weird and whumpy of her but she’d kill many dragons to keep him protected at any cost.

He sleeps with her body cocooning him from behind and his erratic breath syncs to her calm ones.

His dreams full of suffering, void and darkness violently clashing and swirling against eachother as the ugly creature takes Y/N away from him, leaving him in prison of his own pathetic head.

Fear of loss —- he fears loosing her and does it make him toxic? He was snubbed so many times – being told his behaviour was toxic that he’d hesitate before doing anything precisely very fondly caring —- but then Y/N came in his life and she'd tell him how much she appreciates him, how he’s like the best sundae in hot summer and he felt like she’s the sunshine he was waiting for in the never-ending rainy days.

Y/N stirs from her light sleep on hearing the broken whimpers, the valley of her chest moist as he cries into her and she cups his cheeks gazing down at him concerned, “What happened sunny .... baby talk to me ...” Her voice groggy and on verge of tearing.

She sits back a little with him still between her legs and wipes his tears away gently, “I’m so sorry ...” He mumbles –-- eyes bloodshot and she shakes her head pulling him closer, if she’d be able to cradle him in his lap she'd but apparently he’s too big.

Queasy hiccups, “f – fo'--... d —- dou...” sad sniffles and hiccups that tightens his chest.

She tenders his wobbly lip kissing his temple, “shhh. shhh, puppy I should be the one apologising yeah?”

“no .. I didn’t gave another thought before doubting --- that –-- that you’re about to leave, no person in right mind does this – I —-,” His body trembles with blue sobs.

“Harry ...” she tries to gain his attention and when he still doesn’t listen, “I know I don’t deserve y'n – ‘n maybe you don’t want me anymore —--” she raises it a bit, “Harry!” he falls quiet --- nibbling the corner of his cheek to hold back hiccups.

“Look at me puppy, yeah? Shh hold my hand and take a breather.” She smiles. Takes his sweaty hand and aligns his palm to her mouth for a deep kiss – then squeezes it.

“Keep holding it baby, keep holding my hand, you’re going to be fine --- we – see us here,” she points between them with gleamy eyes and he nods timidly wiping his nose with his sweater paw, “we are fine baby –- we are okay..”

How could someone be this dreamy? This gentle and sweet? What did I do to deserve my lovie?

“Better?” She inquires. Little worried that he'll fall back into rabbit hole and tucks his head under her chin, keeping him warm against her chest and he clutches the hem of her shirt nuzzling into her.

“Did you really think, I’d leave you and that on our first year anniversary? Sorry to tell you .... ‘m stitched to your hip for life time, there’s no exchange policy puppy how much you grump.”

She grins. Happy to earn a feeble chuckle from him and scratches his head, looping his curls around her fingers.

“I love you.” She startles when he speaks hoarsely after the longest time and it’s not like he's saying it for the first –-- but it still doesn’t fail to engulf her in warmth, so much of it.

“I love you too, you’re my only puppy and very loved one.” His eyes crinkles prettily at that and she kisses the tip of his nose.

“You want to rest? We could eat the dinner you dearly made for me and oh we got moose cake in fridge too, what a coincidence!” She giggles. The room fills with wet treacly noises of smoochy kisses she’s patching on his cheeks and his jaw.

Without a word he holds her finger and leads her to kitchen, she creates proud noises of “ooh!” and “ahh!” trying to sneak a glimpse from over his shoulder but he'd shoo her away as he heats the food; she gets out gorgeous smiles from him she cherishes so much.

“You did all of this for me?” She gasps sweetly, hand over heart to accentuate the love she's feeling and walks towards him when he nods timidly rubbing his socks feetsies one over the other.

His cheeks blazes peach and she giggles pinching them, “You’re so cute aren’t you?”

“Okay then. Let’s eat!” she claps her hands together and pecks his lips before pulling her chair beside him rather than opposite to him and his heart flutters at that --- each pore oozing with deep love for her and every insecurity and anxious ideas completely drains out of him when she pats his seat and wiggles in her own --- anticipated to taste what he made.

“Hmm. This tastes so good, H! Your hands are really magical, huh?” She passes him a smirk pecking each of his knuckle to make him feel better about himself and his lips quirks up softly, “Thank you – d’ya w'na umm eat the moose here o'in bed?” Her face beams at that, him speaking more than two words and looking forward to spend the night with her.

“On bed, please –-- would you like tea? Think ‘m running out of if —- proper jello ....” She cleans the table and raises her brows when he gazes her adorningly as she’s the nymphs of stary oceans.

He shakes his head, nose twitchy as she nudges him teasingly and he takes her off-guard --- hugging her by waist and kisses her soft tummy.

“Nothing just love you bleedin’ much.”

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happy christmas eve, you lot! i’ve got a little present for you. enjoy this 10,5k of nearly divorced harry trying to win his wife and bitter nine year old daughter back. oh and i threw in a little baby goat in the mix too since it’s set in the peak district and i just couldn’t resist 🥳

“Penny for your thoughts.”

He turned to look at her, who was giggling as she leaned closer to him. She was most definitely not a giggler sober, but he found out that a copious amount of alcohol could turn her into one. He felt slightly guilty knowing that she was going to be hungover as hell in the morning, but she was having a great time.

And so was he.

“I was just thinking about how great you are, how lucky I am to be sitting next to you right now and that you need to drink more water because otherwise, you’d be miserable tomorrow,” he says with a smile as he twisted the cap and handed her the bottle of water.

That goofy smile of hers turned into a gooey smile of affection. “That’s so sweet,” she murmured, taking a gulp of water and handed the bottle back to him so he could take some too. She then tilted her head, giving him a doe-eyed look and asked, “what else do you like about me?”

“Let’s see,” he put a finger to his chin and tapped. “Well, I love how kind and inclusive you are, how you always care about people and that you always see the good in everyone.”

Her smile grew sappier.

“Oh,” he gave her a sly grin. “I also love that thing you do with your tongue on the underside of my cock.”

She burst out laughing. But then she leaned even closer to him and whispered huskily in his ear, “I’ll do that very thing when we get back to the hotel.”

His eyes widened and he wanted nothing more than just to drag her back to their hotel suite and take up on her offer. But he’d promised her that he’d show her around Vegas since she’d never been before, and he wanted to keep that promise.

“Wanna know what I like about you?” She turned to him, still with a gooey smile on her face.

“Do I ever,” he smirked.

“I like that you’re hands down the kindest human I’ve ever met,” she began. “You’re genuine, and grounded. Funny too. I truly hit the jackpot with you. I’m the luckiest girl on earth.”

“Oh,” she added as an afterthought. “And you’re really good with your tongue.”

He wanted to laugh, because she always made him laugh. But he was still stuck on the fact that she thought she was lucky to be with him. He felt exactly the same way about her, like this was always meant to be.

“I wasn’t looking for this,” he admitted honestly. “I know it’s only been six weeks, but I really can’t imagine never having met you.”

“Me too,” her eyes were bright, shining with excitement. “It’s weird, right? Because I swear I’ve never felt such a deep connection with someone this quick.”

“Do you believe in soulmates?” He murmured. “That there’s a perfect person for everyone out there?”

She tilted her head. “Do you think that’s us?”

There was no hesitation in his answer. “I do think that might be us.”

“I think so too,” she said with a tender smile.

This was real.

He was overwhelmed with the understanding that she was his, and he never wanted to let her go.

So he suggested what any sane, semi-drunk man would at that moment. “We’re in Vegas. We should get married.”

***

Harry

Pulling into the drive of what used to be our holiday cottage, but is now where my wife and children live full-time without me, feels strange to me. There’s that moment of what feels like a homecoming—that sense of belonging somewhere where I feel safe, and I know my happiness is inside.

But now, for the first time in ten years, there’s a sense of detachment that I know I’ve got to put in place. It is why I need to take a moment or two in the car before I walk inside to sort myself out and put on a shield. A shield which lets me walk inside, and be okay with the fact that I don’t live there anymore even just for the holidays.

This charming little cottage, which can’t exactly be called little since it is quite spacious and has three bedrooms, has always been more of a second home rather than a holiday home for us. We used to come here often, sometimes even only for the weekends. I’ve always loved this place. Now, looking back, I realised that many of the happiest times during our marriage were spent in this home.

It was where we spent the first few weeks soaking in newlywed bliss after that whirlwind of a trip to Las Vegas when we decided out of nowhere to tie the knot. Then there were the sleepless nights with a wailing newborn, because even though both of our babies were born in London, we always whisked them off here to Bakewell shortly after so we were close enough that both sets of their grandparents could dote on them during the first few weeks of their lives.

After I exit the car, I walk up to the front door and ring the doorbell. I don’t feel comfortable walking in as I respect that this is YN’s sanctuary now. The wait isn’t long, because in just a few seconds, the door is opened and there’s my wife, looking like a breath of fresh air.

It had been eight long months since the last time I saw her. Last time was the night when she asked me to leave our marital home, and I fled to LA first thing the next morning. I talked daily with the kids on the phone, but I didn’t really recall ever getting the chance to talk to her aside from the quick polite greetings before she handed her phone to the kids.

“Hey,” she says, her expression a bit guarded. I’ve missed her so much that it takes everything in me to keep myself from pulling her into my arms and kiss the fuck out of her. “Come in.”

“You alright?” I ask her as I follow her into the house. This may sound like I’m just making a small talk, but I’m not. I’m genuinely curious and I want to know how she’s doing.

But she doesn’t even respond to my question. All I get is a head-tilt motioning towards the kitchen. “They’re in the kitchen.”

My gaze immediately lands on the accent table that holds a lot of photos and a key bowl. I silently let out a sigh of relief seeing YN hasn’t removed all of the family photos with me in it. It’s a good sign, but I don’t have much hope behind that. Maybe that’s just her trying to keep everything as normal as possible at home for the kids.

My wife and I never had a big fight when we separated. It had been somewhat rational, but still emotional, discussion. She wasn’t angry, she was just done. And I didn’t fight for her. Instead, yours truly here walked away the next morning and didn’t look back.

I’ve done a lot of dumb things in my life. But nothing ever compares to that. That was pretty fucking stupid on my part, and I know I’ll regret it for the rest of my life.

I’ve accepted that maybe this is my punishment for being a shit husband to a wonderful woman who doesn’t deserve to be treated like a second best. She did the right thing by kicking me to the curb, and I’d never resent her for it. If I could turn back time and change everything, I would in a heartbeat. I’d try harder to be a better husband, a better father, put my family first. But I can’t. Now all I can do is just try not to be a dickhead and make things harder for her than it already is. It’s too late for me to try to be a better husband, but it isn’t for me to try to be the best father that my children deserve.

I follow my wife through the living room and into the kitchen, and I’d be dead not to check out her arse in those leggings. It’s something I quickly avert my eyes from, though, as I realise both of my children are sitting at the kitchen island, eating scones with their tea.

George, my six-year-old, is the first to turn his head and hop off from the island stool to jump into my arms. “Daddeeeeee!”

“My Booger Butt,” I greet my little lad with a smile as I squat down to be on his level before scooping him up into my arms. Booger Butt is one of the countless nicknames I have for him, and one that never fails to make him double over in laughter whenever he hears it. He’s also Mr Tadpole Climbing a Beanpole sometimes, and he used to be Sir Screams-a-Lot when he was a baby. He thinks they’re hilarious, and he’d always respond by calling me Baddy Daddy.

“I‘ve missed you so much, Baddy Daddy,” he says sweetly as he nuzzles his head into the crook of my neck and I swear if I don’t pull myself together right this second, I’m going to cry.

“I’ve missed you more, mate,” I say as I ruffle his hair and kiss his cheek. “I love you.”

My daughter doesn’t seem fazed by the father and son reunion behind her and continues munching on her scone without even giving me a glance. With my left arm full of my son, I walk up to her and ruffle her hair just like I did with her little brother. “Hey Silly Putty Pudding Pie,” I greet her with one of her nicknames, hoping to get her to laugh. But she ignores me, taking a sip of her brew instead.

I don’t want to give up, so I lean to the side and bend to put my face close to hers. I try again, “hello to you too, poppet.”

“Whatever,” she mumbles around a mouthful of scone.

“Minnie,” YN growls, her tone filled with warning.

This is why I respect YN so much. I hurt her badly, broke her heart, and it would’ve been so easy for her to use Minnie as a pawn and turn my child against me. But every time, even on the phone, whenever she is present, she never let Minnie be disrespectful to me in any way.

My gaze moves to my wife—yes I’m still going to refer to her as my wife since she still is, albeit only on paper—and she gives me an apologetic look. I give a slight shake of my head, telling her silently to let it go.

She takes the last bite of her scone and puts the dish in the sink, before walking to the staircase without giving me a second glance. I can see YN trying to hold her tongue from further rebuking our daughter, and I give her a small smile, my silent way of telling her ‘it’s okay.’

“Sorry about that,” she mutters, referring to Minnie’s attitude. She grabs a mug from the cupboard, then holds it up in silent invitation. I nod, and she turns to the pot. “I can’t keep up with her mood shifts anymore.”

“It’s alright,” I tell her, willing to take my share of the blame. “I’m sure the shift has everything to do with me.”

“Not true,” she replies as she pours the coffee into our mugs, adding a splash of milk to hers but keeping mine just like that because she knows I take my coffee black. “She’s been like that with me as well and I’m not sure why. She’s only nine but she acts as if she’s thirteen already.”

I can’t help but laugh and turn to my little lad. “Can you be six forever?”

“No,” he says immediately without even taking a second to think.

“Just no?”

“No,” he gives me a toothy grin. “I want a lego city set but mummy said it’s for eight-year-olds. So I cannot wait to be eight.”

I set him on the counter and give him a conspiratorial smirk before I whisper to him. It’s a little too loud to be considered a whisper, but I want my wife to hear it. “Tell you what, we’ll get one of those sets tomorrow on our day out.”

His eyes light up instantly and my wife rolls her eyes jokingly, “I hear that.” Jokingly, because I know for sure she doesn’t mind me spoiling our children. She does it too.

“Where are you taking them tomorrow?”

“To your mum’s pudding shop for breakfast, then probably fishing, and the toys shop now apparently,” I tell her our itinerary. I have the kids for the whole day tomorrow since it’s Saturday. It’s bittersweet because I’ve missed my children and I can’t wait to spend time with them, but I’m also sad because what I wouldn’t give to turn tomorrow into a family day out instead. I know she would most likely decline, but I can’t help offer her, “would you like to come with us?”

She gives me a subtle shake of her head. “No thanks. Enjoy it, it’s your time with them.”

***

I’m renting a room above The Old Nags Head during my stay here. I plan to stay for a week before I have to go back to London, and even though the thought of having to leave my children again is killing me, I’m trying to cheer myself up by reminding myself that it’ll be Christmas soon enough and I’ll get to visit again.

But then I’ll have to leave again.

And visit again, but knowing in just a week or two, I would have to say goodbye to them again.

Fuck, this is killing me. I’m a family man through and through, and not being with them physically hurts. I shouldn’t be in this room sulking alone. I should be there in that home with my wife and children, probably helping Minnie and George with their homework or making dinner for all of us.

I was prepared to sulk some more, but then I heard a knock on the door. I was not expecting company so I’ve got no idea who it is, and I’m quite surprised when I see Jamie, YN’s brother as I open the door.

We were quite close, but now that I broke his little sister’s heart, I can’t tell if this is a pleasant visit or if he’s just here to knock me square on my arse.

“Got time for tea downstairs?” He asks

Honestly, I haven’t got any appetite. But I could use a few pints so I nod and lock the door behind me, following him downstairs to the pub.

The Old Nags Head is the oldest and most famous pub in Bakewell. The pub itself is a former smithy dating back to the 16th century, and certainly looks the part; thick stone walls, low ceilings, welcoming log fires and dark timber beams. The pub remains at the centre of the community, as it has been for hundreds of years. It offers the best classic pub grubs, and even has its own ale called the Nags 1577.

It’s the perfect place to drown my sorrows.

Except, the current owner of that very pub happens to be none other than my wife’s granddad whom everyone here calls Pop. Out of all members of her family, she is the closest to Pop, so I know for sure that I’m the last person he wants to see.

We sit at the bar table facing the window, which is good because Pop is behind the main bar, and this way I don’t have to actually talk to him.

“Ya want owt?” Jamie asks as he does a quick perusal of the menu. I’m not even sure why he bothers, because even I know what he’s going to order. It’s Pop’s signature steak and ale pie. Ten years of being his brother in law, not once I ever saw him order something else.

“Just a pint,” I tell him.

It doesn’t take long after Jamie orders his food and our drinks before two pints are placed before us, and we each take a savouring sip.

And then Jamie point-blank asks me, “so what did you do?”

I really can’t tell anything from his expression, because he keeps his face blank. But I give him a bark of mirthless laughter. “It’s what I didn’t do, mate. She didn’t say anything?”

“Not a word,” he shakes his head, “what didn’t you do?”

“I stopped paying attention to my wife. Got caught up in my career. The travelling for tours she understood, but it was when I was home and hanging out more with my bandmates than with my family that she couldn’t forgive. And what little time I had left, I gave to Minnie and George. I think I just stupidly assumed she would always be there for me, no matter what.”

“Was there any infidelity?” He asks.

“God, no,” I shake my head hard. “You know I’d never do that to your sister. I love her, and she’s more than enough for me.”

Obviously, I’m not going to tell him this, but ironically, our sex life didn’t diminish. We were combustible in bed, and my mistake was in thinking that was enough for her.

I look at the pudding shop right across the street as I take another sip, and I nearly choke on my beer when I see a familiar face walking out of the shop.

“What in the ever-loving fuck?” I growl.

That’s my wife, walking out of her mum’s pudding shop. She is not alone. There’s a guy with his hand pressed to her lower back while her head is tipped back, laughing at something he’s saying. I suddenly feel sick to my stomach when the bastard’s palm drops from my wife’s back to take her hand, lacing his fingers with hers. She smiles, all doe-eyed, as they walk to God knows where.

“What?” Jamie looks at me confused for a second, but then he follows my gaze and he finally sees what’s causing me distress. “Oh, that.”

“You knew about that?”

He nods. “She’s been seeing him for about three weeks now.”

“Fuck,” I mutter and pinch the bridge of my nose.

“She didn’t tell you?” Jamie asks and I shake my head.

“Three weeks you said?”

Jamie nods again. “He makes her happy.”

“I’m her husband,” I can’t help but say bitterly. “I should be the one making her happy.”

“Look, I’m sorry mate,” he offers, I know he’s trying his best to keep his tone neutral. “Maybe you need to get back in the dating game too. It’ll distract you.”

“I don’t want to fucking date anyone else,” I growl.

“I know it’s hard to get back in the saddle,” he adds sympathetically.

“I don’t want to get out of my current saddle,” I grumble. “I want to keep my current saddle with my wife in it.”

Jamie blinks in surprise, hell I’m even surprised at what I’ve just said out loud because I’ve never admitted this since we split. When YN asked me to leave, I assumed right away that my marriage was over. I didn’t want it to, but I thought there was nothing I could do.

But now, seeing her laughing at another man’s joke and his hand holding hers, I just know that I can’t let her go without a fight.

“Have you told her this?” He asks curiously.

I shake my head again. “We haven’t got the chance to have a civil conversation these days.”

“Then I suggest you stop being such a bloody whinge bucket and have a civil conversation with your wife.”

My shoulders immediately sag in defeat. “I know. I need to sit down with her and tell her how I feel.”

“Which is?” He presses.

“That I want her back,” I mutter.

“You’ve got to have a better plan than that,” he points out. “I mean… I’m not a marriage therapist, but I’m pretty sure that you’ve got to be prepared to fix the shit first.”

I can’t help but tilt my head towards the pudding shop where my wife had just walked out the door. “She’s moved on. You said it yourself that he makes her happy. Tell me how to compete with that.”

“Make her happier,” he says simply. I can only let out a heavy sigh, but I know that's solid advice. “Listen, if you really want to save your marriage, you need to make it work. Romance her again. Lots of flowers, nice romantic dinners out. Compliments, chocolates. All that sort of thing.”

“You think that’ll work?”

“I don’t know,” he answers truthfully. “But I do know that you’ll regret it for the rest of your life if you don’t do anything about it.”

***

My emotions are a mixed bag this morning. Don’t get me wrong, I’m excited to spend the whole day with my kids, but the fact that I have just learnt last night that my wife is currently seeing another man doesn’t sit right with me.

I know Jamie was right. If I want to save my marriage, I need to get my head out of my arse and do something to win my wife back. Sure, I don’t even know where to start since she doesn’t give me the time of day. But I do know that starting today, I’m a man on a mission. It’s Operation Conquer YN: day 1.

It’s currently 8:40am, which means I’m twenty minutes early. I hope the kids won’t be ready yet, so I’ll get a chance to talk for a little bit to my wife.

When I ring the doorbell, I can hear George pounding down the stairs, yelling, “I got it!”

The door flies open and he jumps into my arms right away. My little lad truly misses me, and it really does warm my heart. Now, I love my children equally, but before I got here yesterday, I thought Minnie would be the one to jump all over me since she’s a daddy’s girl through and through, while George has always been a mummy’s boy since the day he was born.

But again, I should’ve known. Since YN and I split, Minnie sort of puts herself in her mum’s corner. Every time I actually got the chance to talk to her on the phone when I was still in LA, it was always extremely short before she quickly handed her mum’s phone to her little brother. I try not to take her behaviour to heart, because I guess it’s what nine-year-olds do when they don’t quite understand why their parents aren’t together. They just need someone to blame, and my daughter is way more mature than her age. She’s bloody smart too, which she definitely takes after her mum, and I know that she knows it’s my fault that her mum and I separated.

Now that I think of it, it’s not just my wife that I desperately need to win back. But also my daughter.

“Daddy!” George chirps. He’s got a milk moustache and the sight never fails to get me to chuckle. “You’re early.”

“I know,” I reply with a tender smile. “I just can’t wait to spend the day with you lot.”

“I’m going to get ready!” He announces excitedly as he squirms in my arms wanting to be put down, and he runs up the stairs before I can even reply.

I look around, and my gaze lands on the sofa, a hazel leather sofa that YN picked out. It’s so comfy and I could nap there forever.

Then there’s the coffee table, where YN, Minnie, George and I sat around and played board games. Catan is our family’s favourite, followed closely by Monopoly.

The corner where we always put the Christmas tree, right next to the fireplace. And every year it didn’t matter how hard I tried, I could never get the bloody thing to stay straight.

I miss this little cottage. Sure, the house in South Kensington is our marital house, but this cosy little cottage in the middle of nowhere feels more like home to me. And now I truly get why YN was so adamant to move here permanently after we separated, didn't matter how hard I tried to persuade her to stay in London.

“You’re early,” my wife blinks in surprise, but quickly masks it. “Minnie darling, go and get ready.”

“Do I really have to go?” My nine-year-old whines and I feel a pang. She really doesn’t want to spend time with me.

“Minnie, that’s not nice,” YN reprimands her before I can stop her.

“I’ve missed you, poppet,” I say, wanting to look at her in the eyes but she refuses to meet my gaze. Which hurts, but it’s fine. I know it’ll take some time for her to warm up to me. “I want to spend the day with you and your brother. I promise I’ll try to make it fun for you both.”

“Fine,” she replies, before marching up the stairs to her room. There’s still a hint of sulkiness in her tone, but at least I didn’t get a heavy sigh. I know it’s a small win but honestly, it’s better than none.

“Coffee’s in the pot,” she tells me politely from where she’s sitting at the island. She has her laptop open before her, and I can see her writing an email. I bet she’s working today, even if it’s Saturday, because my wife is such a hard-worker. She works remotely for a consulting firm and I’m beyond proud of her.

I nod and pour the coffee, and I let the silence carry on for a bit before saying, “saw you getting cosy with your new boyfriend last night.”

She instantly looks up from her laptop, giving me a death glare. Her tone is defensive when she says, “that’s none of your business.”

“You could’ve at least told me that you were seeing someone,” I tell her, making elaborate gestures with my coffee mug.

“Why would I do that?” She retorts defensively. “Last time I checked, you didn’t give a shit about me when we were married. Why on earth would I assume you do now?”

Hearing that, it feels like Chuck Norris himself just kicked me in the nuts. I can only mutter, “we’re still married.”

“Not for long,” she replies faintly.

“Don’t say that,” I say, my breath a little jagged. “We can still fix this, darling. I know we can.”

“Are you mad?” She snaps, but then she takes a deep breath, and her tone is a lot calmer when she adds, “Harry, it’s too late.”

“No, it’s not. It’s never too late to get our marriage back on track,” I plead desperately. “Would you at least give me a shot?”

“What do you mean?” She frowns.

“You can continue to see Mr Wife-stealer-”

“He’s not a wife-stealer,” she snaps, cutting me off. “He’s got a name.”

“Well, he’s stealing my wife,” I grumble like a stroppy child.

“You’re being such a child,” she retorts. “His name is Luke, he’s a decent guy, and he makes me happy.”

“I’m not afraid to go head to head with him,” I say defiantly.

“Fuck’s sake, Harry, we’re not on a bloody Love Island,” she says in exasperation. “Two children are involved here, this isn’t a game.”

“I know it isn’t,” I reply with a sigh. “Just please give me another shot, darling. Let me remind you how great we were together.”

“You mean the sex?” She demands, one side of her upper lip curls in a sneer.

I bend my head and murmur, “we were dynamite in the sack, weren’t we?”

I see the flash in her eyes as she remembers, and it makes me want to beat my chest in victory. But the euphoric feeling is short-lived when she says, “a relationship is so much more than just sex. If you don’t understand it then-”

“I do, fuck, I do know that,” I cut her off in a strangled, desperate voice. “At least let me try, darling. Fuck if I’m letting you go without a fight.”

We lapse into silence as she gives me a sceptical look, and I know in this moment that my biggest challenge is to regain her trust, as well as accepting the fact that she has someone else fighting for her attention.

I know this will be tough, because I let her down over and over again. And worse, I let my children down too, because I was never quite able to make my family my highest priority. It was all my fault, I knew it then, still do now. That’s why when she asked me to leave, I couldn’t even argue. I was a shit husband and father, and I deserved that.

Trying to win Minnie is probably going to be the easiest because beneath this ‘tweenage’ attitude going on, I know she is a sweet girl who loves her daddy. I need to devote more attention to her, maybe take her on some daddy-daughter dates. I know it’ll work because I’ve never given her enough on a consistent basis.

YN is going to be the most difficult, because I really broke her heart. I’ve been married to her for ten years, so I can say with confidence that I know for sure she would never fall for things like flowers or gifts. I have to show her that I genuinely want to fix our marriage, and that my interest in her is real. It’ll be like starting all over again.

And on top of that, she’s seeing someone else and she said it herself that he does make her happy. I know she’s not lying about it, as Jamie also told me the same thing last night and I saw with my own eyes how she laughed with him last night. Seeing that killed me, because I don’t have the ability to make her laugh like that anymore, but I couldn’t deny that there was a small part of me that was happy for her.

She may have sneered when I insinuated I’d be glad to remind her of the good times, but I saw it in her eyes. There was still a slight burn, and that might just have to be my angle.

But then I remember our last time together. It was only two days before she asked me to leave and I remember coming home mid-morning after a meeting with my manager and publicist to find her lying in our bed, clad in sexy lingerie. I had my mouth on every inch of her, a good deal of time between her legs, and after she reciprocated by taking me into her mouth.

The kids were in school, and apparently, she took a sick day because I had told her the night before that I only had one meeting in the morning that day. After, she cuddled in close, and we talked for a while. She seemed happy, but then there was a hint of hesitation in her voice when she suggested, “fancy just spending all day in bed until school pick-ups?”

I mean, what man in his right mind would say no to that? The kids were gone for at least another five hours, I had a gorgeous wife naked and wanting more of what we just did…

Yet, I’d said no. “Sorry, doll. I’m meeting the lads at the studio in about an hour.”

I didn’t see it then, but I do now and it’s clear as day. The look on her face had been blank, and there wasn’t even disappointment like she would usually show me. She hadn’t tried to get me to change my mind. There hadn’t been a guilt-laden frown to give me pause.

I realise now what it was.

It was the moment my wife finally gave up on me.

My chest constricts as it finally dawns on me the pain she must have been feeling. I’m not just talking about that day. That had been our life for several years.

No wonder she asked me to leave.

No wonder she’s moving on with Mr Wife-stealer.

No wonder that, at this moment, I realise I’ve got tons of work to do because sex isn’t going to be the answer in winning my wife back.

***

“Will the baby just eat when you give it the bottle?” Minnie asks her uncle Jamie as the four of us gaze at the baby goat in front of us. For the first time since yesterday, I actually see the slight curve up of lips that form a fond smile. Seeing that smile on my daughter’s face, I’m glad we didn’t go fishing and end up going to the barn instead. We were actually already on our way, but Jamie texted me that the mother goat had given birth this morning, and he wanted me to tell Minnie and George. The goats are a new addition to the farm, so they have been so excited to see baby goats. I knew from the look in their eyes that they would have a much better time seeing baby goats rather than fishing.

It turns out that there’s only one baby goat, because the other one sadly didn’t make it. And the dam isn’t producing milk, so the kid needs to be bottle-fed until the mother is producing again. I can’t help but smile fondly at the baby goat too because it’s adorable. It’s a soft little white goat with a pink nose and ears. The dam is a Pygmy but since it has blue eyes, Jamie thinks she must have Nigerian Dwarf genes somewhere in her.

“It’s a female… a doeling,” Jamie tells her. “And she will if she’s hungry. You want to try to feed her? Look, she’s hungry again.”

We watch for a moment as the baby goat walks on wobbly legs, bleating in hunger. Jamie mixes the powdered formula and makes a bottle for her, then he hands the bottle to Minnie.

But Minnie shakes her head. “Maybe next time. I want to see you do it first.”

“Alright then,” Jamie nods, then turns towards my little lad. “How about you, mate? Wanna feed her?”

“No thank you,” says George as he shakes his head, and then he giggles, “she smells funny.”

“Can I do it?” I ask and Jamie nods as he hands me the bottle.

I sit down against the wall with my children sitting on either side of me. And as if the goat can sense that I hold the key to filling her empty belly, the doeling starts to prance in excitement and falls over a few times due to what I assume is clumsiness. I love that she can walk normally but still choose chaos—honestly, she could’ve been my third child. There’s no stopping the surge of fondness that swells within me as I watch her little antics.

“Come here little crumpet,” I coo at the goat.

The little goat scrambles right onto my lap, bleating hungrily. I wrap my arm around her and tip the bottle. She latches on instantly, and Minnie and George are aww-ing and ooh-ing over the way the baby goat’s little tail swishes back and forth so fast in ecstatic happiness as she drinks her milk.

“You’re a hungry little thing, aren’t you?” Minnie murmurs and the little tail swishes faster as she pushes at the bottle to suck the milk down faster. “What’s her name, uncle Jamie?”

“I haven’t named her yet,” Jamie says. “What do you lot think we should call her?”

“Blue,” George suggests instantly, without looking away from the baby goat on my lap.

“Ooh, I like it,” Minnie adds. “Like her eyes.”

“Blue it is, then,” Jamie grins. “Now, even though the dam is still not producing milk, we still need to train her to at least try to nurse, so she’ll do it right away when the dam is finally producing milk. Let’s see if we can get her to try to eat from the dam.”

He plucks the baby from my arms, and a series of yearning bleats come from the kid as he carries her to her mother. He places her near the dam’s udders and gives the baby a gentle push.

Much to our surprise, Blue spins away from Jamie and her mother and runs back to me. Although in all fairness, I am holding the bottle she was just drinking from. Jamie attempts three more times to get the baby to try to nurse from her mother, but she’s having none of it.

Finally, he takes the bottle from me and walks across to the opposite wall. He sits down, holds the bottle out, and calls to the doeling. “Come here, baby. Come eat.”

Blue’s tail gives a few nervous twitches, but she doesn’t move towards Jamie. In fact, she takes a few hesitant steps backwards until she bumps into my legs. I’m amazed as I watch her stare hungrily at the bottle, bleating hungrily, but refusing to go to Jamie.

“Daddy, she thinks you’re her mummy,” says George and both my children burst in laughter.

“What?” I say in astonishment.

“I don’t think that doeling is going to feed from anyone but you,” Jamie adds with a chuckle as he stands up. He walks over and hands me the bottle. Blue jumps directly into my lap.

On autopilot, I offer the goat the nipple but look up to Jamie in panic. “What should we do?”

“Dunno, I’ll just try and do it when she’s hungry again in a few hours,” he shrugs. “But if she still doesn’t wanna eat, I’ll bring her to you.”

Any last vestiges of humour, happiness and downright giddiness over the cuteness of a baby goat fades as I realise I might or might not have just added another task to my list. Heavens help me.

***

“Let’s have a daddy and daughter date tomorrow.”

It’s a solid suggestion, and I really hope she’d say yes. Her little brother has his classmate’s birthday party to go to, so I know it’d be perfect for a little one-on-one time.

We’re on our way back home after spending a whole day together. It was great, and even though I didn’t have happy-go-lucky Minnie, George had a great time, and it was enough for me. And at least she didn’t ask to go home early, so I’d call that a win.

“No, thanks,” she replies. There’s still not a hint of sulkiness in her tone, but it doesn’t sound technically warm either.

I glance over through the rear-view mirror as she stares out the window with her arms folded. Her brother is sleeping next to her, and I figured this might be a good time to talk since she’s trapped in the car with me.

Everyone always says that Minnie is a mini-me, while George is a carbon-copy of his mum. Minnie has my nose, eyebrows, chin, even my smile; which is slightly lopsided and has a dimple on one side. I know I’m biased, but she truly is the most beautiful little girl I’ve ever seen.

Where Minnie shines, though, is her personality, which is a combination of her mum and me. She has her mum’s sunny disposition—aside from the days where she’s got a bag on—and always sees the good in everyone. She’s our little ray of sunshine, tender and caring and always trying to make others feel good.

From me, she gets her stubbornness, which even though I know is a good trait to have when she’s older, it made things so much harder when she was a toddler. She also has my terrible sense of humour, but the thing I’m most proud of is her work ethic. I can’t take full credit for that though, because her mother is a hard worker as well.

Ever since she started distancing herself from me, I know which subjects are safe, and which are not. School always falls in the safe category, because she enjoys it and excels. So I figure now that’s where I should start. “How’s school going?”

“Alright,” she replies, still looking out the window.

Now, this really doesn’t sound at all like my daughter.

“Come on, Min,” I say desperately. “Tell daddy what’s been eating you. I can’t help if I don’t know what it is.”

“It’s nothing, I’m fine,” she says absently.

“Do you want to go and get some ice cream with me tomorrow?” That was our thing at least once every two weeks and she loved it.

“No, thank you.”

“Ice skating?”

“No, thank you.”

“Oh I know,” I say excitedly. “I’ve got a show in London in a couple of weeks, Jingle Ball. Do you want to come with me?”

Minnie has always been my biggest fan, clapping the hardest and yelling the loudest for her daddy. So it really takes me by surprise when she mutters, “shows, shows, shows… that’s all you care about, dad.”

I twist to peer out my window so she doesn’t see the wince that comes unbidden to my face if she looks through the mirror. That was a direct slam against me.

That really does hurt, and I rub at the throb of pain behind my breastbone.

“That’s not true,” I reply faintly.

“Did you care about my last ballet recital?”

Early this year, Minnie had a ballet recital. She was so excited about it because I had just finished my tour in December last year, and I’d already told my management that I would like a couple of months off. There was no reason for me not to attend, so I promised her I’d be there.

Except at the last moment, I realised I had forgot to switch an important meeting I had with the team from the new Manchester Arena. Since I invested in it, we had a meeting every few months because I said right from the beginning that I would take more than just a capital interest. I wanted to be involved in the development, because that was a huge project and I was really proud of it.

YN was in charge of our schedule and when she reminded me about the recital, which conflicted directly with my meeting, we ended up getting in the worst row we’ve ever had throughout our marriage.

“You’re going to let our daughter down in a way she won’t forgive,” she stated.

I refused to believe that, brushing off her comment with “I’ll take her out for something special later.” But my wife turned and stalked away from me.

That day, the meeting went great and the construction was almost done a few weeks earlier than intended, so there was an option if we wanted to open sooner. YN sent me a text with a video of Minnie’s performance, and it was beautiful. I was such a proud dad that I showed the video to everyone in that room.

When I got home, my wife and children cuddled on the sofa, watching a film. George was snoozing with his head on his mum’s lap on the far end, so I plopped myself down beside Minnie. I tugged on her hair playfully, and asked if she wanted to go out to a special daddy-daughter dinner to celebrate her recital.

“No, thank you,” she replied quietly, not taking her eyes off the telly.

“Come on, poppet,” I coaxed, trying to tickle her in the ribs a little. She only squirmed closer to her mum, not laughing from the tickle but grimacing like she didn’t want to be touched.

YN stared over Minnie with sorrow in her eyes. She gave a tiny shake of her head, but I wasn’t ready to give up.

“The Ivy?” I tried to tempt her because my kid loves chips, and she’s obsessed with their truffle and parmesan chips.

“No, thank you,” she muttered again, her head resting on her mum’s shoulder and her arm crossed over her middle. YN cuddled her with an arm around her shoulder. It had been clear that they were a unit, and I hadn’t been included.

“Minnie decided she wants to stop ballet lessons, so that was her last recital.”

“Oh,” I’d replied dumbly.

I couldn’t think of another damn thing to say because to do so would be disingenuous. There’s no doubt I killed my daughter’s potential love of ballet by not coming to her recital. I knew that because of YN’s expression of disappointment and Minnie’s dull dismissal.

Later that night, I walked by Minnie’s room and glanced in as the door was slightly open. I had bought her a bouquet of flowers that I gave her before I left for my meeting, and I saw that they’d been stuffed into the bin beside her desk.

I blink out of that memory, feeling the heavy weight of guilt. “Of course I did, my love. If I knew-”

“But not enough to come,” she replies dully. “And what about my debate competition? George’s piano recital? You showed up to none of them.”

I sigh heavily. “Minnie, a lot of parents have demanding jobs where they’re required to work or travel more than others. Sometimes A&E doctors have to work on Christmas and cannot see their children open the presents. Sometimes, a firefighter has to leave their house at night and can’t tuck their kids in bed.”

“I understand that,” she whirls and looks at me through the rear-view mirror. “Except you’re not saving lives or fighting fires, are you? You just get up on a stage and sing.”

“I’m a terrible dad, aren’t I?” I concede. “I know I’ve done things wrong in the past, but I’m trying to make it up to you, poppet. But I can’t do it if you won’t let me.”

She doesn’t say anything and it’s killing me. “You know I love you, right?”

“I know,” she rushes to assure me and I feel a little lighter. My daughter may act like a tween and have some bitter feelings towards me, but she loves me.

“I don’t like seeing you like this,” I continue. “Tell me how to make it up to you and I’ll do it. I want things to be good between us again.”

Her eyes flare with shock, and then they dart away as if she’s considering something. I wait expectantly. Maybe she’s going to finally open up and pour out her feelings for me. I’m ready for it.

I’m ready to listen, and validate, and reassure her that she, along with her mum and brother, are the loves of my life.

Her gaze comes back to me, her expression serious, and I brace.

“Can we get a puppy?”

What?

There’s no stopping the unlocking of my jaw and the dropping of my mouth because this was the last thing I expected her to say.

I’m so caught off guard that I can’t even think to immediately tell her ‘no’, which gives her time to launch into all the reasons why we should have a dog.

“Minnie, puppies are a lot of work. You’ve got to potty train them, teach them manners, and they get up for hours at night.”

“I promise I’ll do all that,” she exclaims.

“Like how you were supposed to take care of Fishy?” I can’t help but remind her. Fishy was her goldfish that we had to throw a funeral for a few years ago because she forgot to feed him. That poor sod died of hunger.

Minnie rolls her eyes. “I was six.”

She’s got a point.

Still, it’s obvious part of her request is manipulation because she threw it at me when I opened myself up to vulnerability. She knows I��m trying, and she’s throwing me a clear bone.

Get her a puppy, and all will be forgiven.

“Tell you what,” I look over my shoulder after I parked the car since we’ve reached home. “I promise to think about it, and I’ll talk to mummy.”

“Really?” She bounces in her seat in excitement.

“We’ll talk about it,” I reiterate in a calm, even voice. But there’s no stopping her excitement. The fact that I’m willing to consider is a huge victory for her because she knows that when I make my mind up about something, I never change it.

I open the door for her, and she is quick to unbuckle herself and throws herself at me.

I’m so surprised at the spontaneous act of affection that I almost don’t hug her back. It’s been so long since she’s shown this to me, and it’s the best feeling in the world.

I squeeze her tight, and I can only hope that my darling girl will always love her daddy the way she does right now.

George doesn’t even stir as I pick him up, and I tuck him in his bed straight away since I don’t want to wake him up. He must be tired, and good thing I’ve fed them both dinner.

Minnie even gives me another hug before she gets ready for bed, and that results in me having a permanent smile on my face even as I walk down the stairs and into the kitchen to see my wife.

“She’s chirpy,” YN comments when she sees me walking into the kitchen. “What did you do?”

“Got her to talk to me,” I smirk.

She looks surprised, and well, I can’t blame her. “Did she?”

“She did,” I nod. “Pointed out all my flaws, and when I asked her how I could make it up to her, she asked for a puppy.”

“What?”

“Exactly my reaction,” I chuckle.

“Boy, if she’s this good at emotional blackmailing at nine, we’d probably be in deep shit in a couple of years,” she jokes and I can’t help but laugh.

I’ve missed this.

“Will you go out to dinner with me tomorrow night?” I blurt out before I can stop myself.

“I can’t.”

“What? Got a hot date already?” I ask teasingly, but her silence tells me what I don’t want to know. “Oh, you’re going out with him.”

“Mr Wife- I mean Luke asked me out first and I already said yes.”

I shouldn’t be laughing because the fact that my wife going on a date with another man is not funny at all, but it’s hard to hide my smirk when she almost calls him by the nickname I’ve given him, Mr Wife-stealer.

“Well, fair enough. He asked you first,” I say nonchalantly. “What does he do?”

“He’s an A&E doctor at the Northern General,” she says, her tone lightens a little.

“Smart then isn’t he,” I mutter.

“Yes. He’s smart, attentive, caring and generous with his time.”

I keep my expression and tone bland, but she landed a direct blow there and it fucking hurts. “All the things I’m not,” I state, voicing the conclusion she was aiming at.

“Well,” she drawls with a tiny bit of sympathy. “I do think you’re smart.”

I give her a side eye-roll before I decide to be downright nosy and ask, “you can’t have been on many dates then?”

“True,” she chirps, a gleam in her eye as she sticks the knife in. “He is busy and his schedules are unpredictable. But when he’s gone, he makes sure I know I’m always on his mind. He sends me flowers for absolutely no reason other than because he wants to, calls me every day and we text all the time.”

Well, sodding fucking bollocking shit wank. I didn’t think YN would fall for that crap. And I realise… I never thought to do that stuff for her. I was the self-absorbed type of person who figured that my wife knew I thought about her all the time when I was away. I mean we were married, so I just assumed she knew.

I’m a shit head.

“What else does he do for you?” I ask and she blinks in surprise.

“Why?” She asks suspiciously.

“I told you I want our marriage to work.”

Her eyes narrow slightly, trying to read my tone and see whether I’m being genuine or it’s just bollocks. Finally, she replies primly, “I’m not giving away his secrets.”

What the fuck does that mean? Have they shagged? I would bet a million pounds they had not though, because I know YN and she wouldn’t enter into that deep of a relationship lightly.

Without even thinking twice, I make a sudden step into her. My arm goes around her waist and I pull her body into me. Not a single inch of space between us. Her mouth opens in a gasp of surprise, and I use the opportunity to kiss her.

I kiss the fuck out of my wife.

Her hands slap against my upper arms, and her fingers dig into my sleeves. Even as she’s pushing me away, her mouth opens, and her tongue touches mine briefly.

When I pull back, I ask, “did he kiss you like this?”

She shakes her head, breathlessly admitting, “we haven’t-”

My jaw drops. “Are you joking?”

“I’m not,” she murmurs.

“How long exactly have you been seeing him?”

“About four weeks.”

“Honey, he’s rooting for the other team,” I tell her and she slaps my arm.

“Sod off, he’s not,” she counters.

“Four weeks with the hottest, most gorgeous, shaggable woman and he hasn’t tried to kiss you? I mean not that I’m not grateful because, fuck, I am. But wow.”

“Of course he did try,” she rolls her eyes. “But I’m not ready for that, and he’s okay with us taking it slow.”

For a second I don’t say anything in response. Instead, I loosen my hold, bringing my hand to her lower back, and cupping her intimately from behind. Moaning, she leans into me. “I’m guessing he hasn’t touched you like this then.”

She doesn’t answer. Instead, she lets her eyelids flutter closed as her teeth bite into her lower lip.

Fuck. I could drag her to the floor right now, and we could go at it.

But then she comes to her senses, blinking rapidly, and I release her immediately when she gives me a tiny shove backwards.

“You’re not playing fair,” she accuses.

Damn right I’m not. I grab her upper arms, pull her back into me for one last kiss before I let her go just as quickly. “I’m playing to win.”

She takes a step back, brushes a wisp of hair from her temple, and puts on a cool expression. “That’s not going to make me take you back.”

I smirk.

She waves a dismissive hand. “Don’t get me wrong. You’re great with your hands and your mouth, but a lot of men know how to please a woman.”

She’s got a bonus point for trying to make me jealous, but I’m not falling for it. Instead, I give her a devilish smile and dip my head towards her.

“That’s true, but no one will ever please you the way I can.”

I’m enjoying our banter, and I expect her to come up with a snappy retort that might make me kiss her again.

Instead, her expression is sad when she says, “I wish I could be happy with that.”

My heart squeezes, and I lift a hand to palm the side of her neck. I wait until she meets my gaze. “We’re more than just sex, darling. I know you need and deserve more. I’m ready to prove that to you.”

I lean in, pressing my lips to her forehead.

She doesn’t respond as I pivot and head through the living room, letting myself out the door.

All in all, I think that went very well.

***

I’m back at my wife’s cottage, waiting for my kids as they get ready upstairs. Minnie has finally agreed to go on a daddy-daughter date and George is going to an overnight sleepover birthday party, and I’ll drop him off at his classmate’s house before I take his sister out to dinner. I’ll make sure to make it up to him by taking him on a special one on one date too next week.

There’s a light rap on the door, and my head swings that way. I have no doubt that it’s Mr Wife-stealer who’s going to take my wife out on a date.

I glance towards the master suite, but the door is closed. YN is probably putting on the finishing touches of her makeup. And the kids are still upstairs.

Nothing left to do but let him in.

Forcing a smile, I open the front door. He blinks in surprise to see me standing there, and I know I’ve got two options here; I could either easily dispel the awkwardness by being cool, welcoming and explaining our schedules happened to overlap.

Or… I could use whatever amount of alone time I have with him to instill some doubt inside his head.

That would be a dirty play, but as I have told my wife, I play to win.

Broadening my smile, I stick my hand out. “You must be Luke. I’ve heard a lot about you. I’m Harry.”

He seems momentarily frozen, but then basic manners take over. When he shakes my hand, it’s a bit limp, perhaps denoting a lack of confidence. After I release him, I bid him entrance with a sweep of my hand. “YN is in the bedroom. She’s still getting ready.”

Luke frowns over the fact that I know YN is in the bedroom. Probably over me even being here to talk to him. But I don’t dispel any innuendo he might glean from that.

I loop an arm around his shoulders, clamp down, and start guiding him to the kitchen. “Come on in and sit for a bit while she’s finishing up. Want a beer?”

Luke moves to one of the island stools, looking completely frazzled. “Uh… no, thank you.”

I shrug, moving to the fridge and opening it. Grabbing a bottle, I say with a sly grin as I close it. “So glad YN still stocks my favourite beer.”

I am so going to hell.

But that’s the truth. It’s my wife’s favourite beer, too, but I don't tell him that. Instead, I let the implication that I come over and have beers often. Luke’s frown deepens.

“YN tells me you work at the Northern General?” I take a sip of my beer, then lean my forearms on the island directly across from him so we’re eye level.

“Yeah… uh, that’s right.” Poor Luke. He seems incapable of carrying on a polite conversation with the husband of the woman he’s dating.

But I’m going to give him a pass. Setting my beer down, I straighten. “Let me go tell YN you’re here.”

“Um… you don’t have-” he starts to say, but I move past him without a backward glance. Through the living room, down the small hall, and a hard left takes me to the master suite. The door’s closed. I don’t bother knocking because I know YN is dressed.

I find her in the ensuite, her makeup drawer open and she’s huddled over it, touching something inside.

“Your date’s here,” I announce.

She lets out a yip of fright, shoving whatever it was in her hand to the back and slamming the drawer closed.

“Damn it, Harry,” she snaps, her palm pressed against her heart. “You scared the hell out of me. And what are you doing in my room?”

“Just running an errand for you. Wanted to let you know your date is here,” I say casually and I give her a mischievous grin. “Don’t worry, I welcomed him in, offered him a drink, and made small talk.”

She rolls her eyes, rising from her vanity chair and moves past me without another word. I start to follow, but then I hesitate and turn back to the drawer of her vanity. Quietly, I pull it open as far as it will go, spotting a picture of YN and me stuffed in the back.

I recognise it. It’s from a trip we took to Anguilla a few years back, just the two of us, and fuck if we didn’t look happy and deeply in love.

Was that what she was looking at when I walked in?

That could be good or bad, but either way, no way to know the answer. I shut the drawer, then catch up to her as she’s moving through the living room. Luke sees her, sliding off the stool. When she holds out her hands, he takes them and leans in to kiss her on the cheek.

Lame.

I sit on the armrest of the sofa, watching. Luke glances over YN’s shoulder at me as he pulls back, smiling victoriously.

I just smirk back. Because he’d probably lose it if he knew the type of kiss I gave my wife just last night. But I’ll keep that information to myself, though.

YN grabs her handbag off the accent table near the staircase before addressing me. “Make sure Minnie locks up when you leave, and remind George I’ll pick him up at ten tomorrow morning.”

I give her a jaunty salute. “Aye-aye, Captain.”

In return, I get another eye roll.

Luke puts his hand on my wife’s back, shooting me a look that says, ‘she’s mine tonight’, and I want to punch his teeth down the back of his throat. I just smile blandly, because, in just a few minutes of talking to him and watching how they interact, I can tell he’s getting nothing more than a friendly kiss when he brings her home.

YN might want to keep pushing at that relationship, but I am willing to bet that it’s not going to go anywhere. I know this, because I’m sure that my wife is still in love with me.

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Prompts are open! Professors!Drarry, husbands, one tells students all about his husband. No one knows who that is. Until one day sth clues them in. And everyone's like - WHAAAA?! Bets are lost. McG is amused.

Hello there! This is the oldest prompt in my ask box, haha! So sorry it took like two years to get around to this.... *blushes*

Anyways, I hope you like!

“That will be all for today,” Harry says. “You can have the rest of the period to work.”

He leans back against his desk and watches the scramble of students trying to pair off with their friends. He smiles and shakes his head. Every day is the same. Gloriously, marvelously, wonderfully the same.

“Professor Potter?”

Harry looks over to one of his students, a slight teenage girl with her hair tied up into three ponytails. “Yes, Miss Wimblefon?”

She twirls a curl of hair around her finger and smiles up at him. “I had a question for you. About the assignment.”

Harry sighs and waves his hand. “Ask away.”

“You said that the enchantment only works if the user is truly in love,” she begins.

Harry nods and folds his arms. “Precisely. Which is why you are only working on the theoretical application of this spell, and not trying to use it on your classmates.”

Jane giggles. “I’m in love. Can I give it a try?”

Harry stands up and brushes off the front of his robes. “You most certainly may not, Miss Wimblefon. As much as I am pleased by your interest in the subject, it’s not appropriate nor safe to produce the enchantment even when one is truly in love, and I have the strong suspicion that you are not.”

Jane’s cheeks go red. “Well, what does the spell do anyways?” she says, crossing her arms and huffing.

“An excellent question,” Harry says. “An easily answered one if you do your reading.” He holds his hand out to the classroom, and she gives him one last glare before turning on her heel and taking a seat with Mildred Daney.

“Merlin,” Harry says, dropping down onto the bed and spreading his arms out wide.

“What is it?” Draco asks, emerging from the bathroom and leaning against the door frame with his toothbrush stuck out of his mouth. “Jane flirting with you again?”

Harry groans and rolls over on the bed. “How did you know?”

Draco disappears to spit out his toothpaste, and then returns, smelling of mint and citrus shampoo. He climbs up the bed and drops down beside Harry, curling an arm around his waist and pressing his nose in the back of his neck.

“Because she’s the exact same with me,” Draco sighs. “Always playing with that bloody hair of hers.”

“She’s a sixth year already,” Harry says to the wall. “Isn’t this a bit odd?”

Draco nuzzles in closer behind Harry. “Someone should tell her that if she keeps tugging at that hair, it will all fall out by the time she’s twenty.”

Harry laughs. “Don’t you dare, Draco. Her mother will tear down the school.”

Draco bumps his head between Harry’s shoulder blades. “Well, then it will be McGonagall’s problem.”

Harry twists and rolls over to face Draco, his face smiling and bright. “You know,” Harry says, touching their noses together. “I think you may be right.”

“Oh, yes?”

“Yes,” Harry says and pushes himself on top of Draco, knees on either sides of his hips and arms around his shoulders. “Get Jane out of our hair.” He sets his head down on Draco’s chest. “And while we’re waiting for her mother to Floo in, we can plan our joint funeral, hm?”

“Bit early, isn’t it?” Draco says. He lifts his hands and rubs them up and down Harry’s back.

“Oh, no. Not at all,” Harry says. He lifts his head up and grins at Draco. “In fact, it may be a bit late if McGonagall has anything to do with it.”

Draco rolls his eyes. “Forget I said anything.”

“That’s what I thought,” Harry says, and drops his head back down on Draco’s chest.

Draco is so warm, so soft. Nice. A weight tethering him to the ground, to sanity.

“Good night,” Harry sighs.

Draco smacks his bum. “Get up and brush your teeth, you buffoon.”

Harry groans as Draco pushes him away, all the way off of the bed.

“Why?” Harry wails as he hits the ground with a great oof.

“Because I love you,” Draco says happily before sending a stinging jinx in the direction of Harry’s backside. “Very, very much.”

“Hello, Professor Potter,” Jane says. She’s twirling her hair again.

“Hello, Miss Wimblefon,” Harry says over his breakfast potatoes. “May I help you with something?”

“Yes,” she says, looking rather pleased with herself with her chin all drawn up. “The book says that the enchantment provides a binding connection to the user’s true love. One that doesn’t break until death.”

Harry squirts some ketchup onto his plate. “Almost correct.”

“What?”

Harry picks up a piece of bacon. “Almost correct. The enchantment doesn’t die after death. That’s why it’s so complicated. It must be a mutual bonding, and both parties must be truly in love with the other. And the bond doesn’t break after death, which opens up a certain realm of questioning about putting intention behind spells.”

Jane shakes her head hard. “What does it benefit though? Why engage in such complicated and dangerous magic? What does it do?”

Harry smiles and sets his bacon down. “Miss Wimblefon, would you mind continuing this conversation during our class time? I’m trying to enjoy my breakfast.”

Draco snorts beside him.

Jane glances over at Draco briefly and narrows her eyes. She opens her mouth to speak again, but Draco looks up from his hash and stares at her with wide grey eyes. Too wide to really be attractive, people have said before. Harry likes them.

“Right then,” she says, and runs off.

“Bless you,” Harry says, linking his pinkie into Draco’s.

Draco raises his eyebrows. “Harry.”

“Yes, my love?” Harry smiles at him. Innocently, very innocently.

“Why are you teaching verus amor est alliges duplicia?” Draco glares at him, and squeezes hard with his pinkie finger. “That’s extremely complicated magic.”

Harry shrugs. “No reason at all.”

Draco sighs and winds the rest of his fingers through Harry’s. “Oh, Harry.”

Harry grins. “Oh, Draco.”

“It’s class time now,” Jane says.

Harry glances up at his charmed clock over the archway in his office. “Not quite, Miss Wimblefon.”

“Well,” she says, already sitting down in the chair opposite him. “I didn’t want to interrupt your lecture, so I thought I’d pop in early.”

“Right,” Harry says. It’s probably best to get this over with. Maybe if Harry answers all her questions, she’ll leave him alone. “Go on then.”

“I’m curious to know what is the purpose of the spell.” She folds her hands on Harry’s desk and leans forward.

Harry pushes his chair back slightly. “It’s an irreversible connection with the person who loves you most in the world. It links you together. So, theoretically, if one half of the pairing was hurt, the other would know it. If something good has happened to one, the other feels their happiness.”

“So they share feelings?” Jane asks.

“No,” Harry says. “It’s not sharing. It’s just a sense. An added knowledge.”

“And what else?” she demands.

“It can act as a protective charm, if in dire circumstances,” Harry says. “A bubble of defense, if the two are physically close.”

Jane sighs and kicks her loafers on the floor. “It sounds fine, but not worth the magic.”

Harry smiles. He’d felt the same way when he’d first learned of it. “Well it’s more than that. The best part about it is the connection. It is difficult to explain, even for those who have experienced it. It is a joining of skin, two souls being one, a linking of magic. It is being melded with another person, body, soul, and mind. It is having them with you, always.”

Jane’s mouth opens a bit. “Er. Professor Potter?”

“Yes?” Harry asks pleasantly.

“Are you bonded to someone?” Jane asks, looking scared and excited all at once.

“To my husband, yes,” Harry says, and smiles at her.

Jane falls out of her chair.

It takes another four days after Jane faints in Harry’s office before she comes to confront him again.

“You’re completely oblivious to it,” Draco is saying to Harry. “He has an excellent aptitude for Potions. He’s very talented, really.”

They’re in greenhouse four, so Draco can collect clippings for a potion in his classes the next day. Harry hovers by Draco’s side, not doing anything particularly useful.

Harry rolls his eyes. “Please, you should see him in Defense. I might as well transfigure him into a hippo, and see if it changes the results.”

Draco touches a hand to his chest. “My, my, Harry. I think you’re spending too much time with me.”

Harry pushes at him. “I know I am. Thank Merlin for it.”

“Professor Potter?”

Harry trips and nearly stumbles over into a collection of finger eating bushes before Draco grabs his sleeve and hauls him up.

“Hello, Miss Wimblefon,” Draco says coolly. “May I ask you what you’re doing out of bed at this hour?”

Her eyes pass over Draco. “Professor Potter, I have more questions for you.”

Harry is still choking on his breath. “Er. Yes. Miss Wimblefon, can we resume this conversation at a later time?”

“No,” she says, and comes to stand next to him. “Carry on with your walk. I’ll simply join in.”

They have no choice but to walk.

“I didn’t know you were married,” Jane begins immediately as they’re leaving the greenhouse. “Especially not to a man.”

Draco throws an elbow in Harry’s direction and raises both his eyebrows in question. What is she talking about? he mouths. Harry shakes his head. He has no idea.

“So you’ve performed verus amor est alliges duplicia.”

Draco straightens up beside Harry. He chooses not to look over at him for fear of being burned to the ground with the look on Draco’s face.

“Quite,” Harry says.

“With whom?”

Harry stops. “What do you mean with whom?”

He looks over at Draco, who looks just as bewildered as Harry does, his irritation at Harry’s curriculum forgotten.

Jane stops too and looks back at them. “Who are you married to?”

Harry could fall over laughing.

Draco speaks before he can. “Miss Wimblefon. What is my name?”

Jane finally looks at him. “Professor Potter?”

“Yes.” Draco says very slowly. “My name is Draco Potter.”

Jane shakes her head, still looking confused. “So?”

Draco huffs and flicks his hair off his cheekbones. “So I share a last name with Harry Potter. Who do you think I am?”

“Potter is a common name, it’s not weird that you both have....” Her eyes go wide. “Oh.”

“Yes, oh,” Draco snaps. “Merlin and Arthur, these children get dimmer every year. Potter’s a common name. Honestly!”

Jane turns and takes off running up to the castle.

Harry lets out a breath and holds out his hand for Draco to take. “I think you’re right, love. They really are getting dimmer.”

Draco takes his hand, gentle. “Why did we choose this career path anyways?”

Harry shrugs and they begin the walk up to the castle together. “Good pay?”

Draco blows out a hard laugh. “Good pay, indeed.”

Jane Wimblefon tells the entire school that Professor Harry Potter and Professor Draco Potter are married at breakfast the next day.

Harry drops his head into his hands and Draco rolls his eyes. Headmistress McGonagall stands up briskly and walks right out of the Great Hall. Hagrid bursts out laughing before knocking over the entire front table, and Professor Flitwick along with it.

The students go into a frenzy, jumping up and running from table to table, expressions of shock painted over their faces.

“Forget dim,” Draco says, looking out over the chaos. “This generation is entirely brain dead.”

Harry laughs so hard he gets marmalade in his hair.

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drarrily-we-row-along · 3 years

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Day 81: I Missed You

Draco slipped back into bed as quietly and as stealthily as he could manage but Harry had always been a light sleeper and he’d felt it when Draco had gotten out of bed and he awoke once more now that the other man was joining him once more.

He rolled over as Draco settled in next to him, curling protectively around Draco and pressing a soft, sleepy kiss to the back of his neck, “Where’d you go?” Harry mumbled sleepily, nuzzling against the downy soft hair at the base of Draco’s neck.

“Just to the loo, love,” he whispered back, rubbing his fingers soothingly over Harry’s forearm that was wrapped around his waist.

It was a long time for the loo, Harry thought to himself, holding Draco a little tighter and wondering if he’d had a nightmare. He debated trying to talk to Draco about it, then decided to tackle that in the morning when they weren’t so sleepy. “Missed you,” Harry murmured.

And the last thing he noticed before he drifted off was something that felt and sounded suspiciously like a sigh of relief from the other man.

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A few days later, Harry was at a Ministry function and Draco was late.

Harry cast a tempus for what had to be the dozenth time when the other man appeared at his side, looking frazzled and harried.

"Hey," Harry said, leaning in to kiss him as Draco turned his head. He missed and his lips landed on Draco's cheekbone.

"Sorry," Draco said, catching Harry's cheek in his hand and correcting their trajectories to press a quick, chaste kiss to Harry's lips.

"I've missed you," Harry told him with a smile.

Draco grimaced at him. "Sorry I'm late. There was a whole mess with at the office, bad batch of wolfsbane," he continued.

Harry frowned, he'd firecalled Draco's work to check on him and he'd been told that Draco left early that day. He was about to ask when the Commissioner found them and Harry had to be polite again but he told himself that he'd need to bring it up again later.

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He'd forgotten about it until that weekend when Draco said, "Babe, I can't come to dinner at Ron and Hermione's tonight."

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Harry frowned, "What? Why?"

"Work," Draco murmured, pressing a kiss to Harry's forehead.

"But-"

"I know," Draco interrupted. "We're just in the middle of a couple of very delicate projects. We'll be done soon. I'm sorry."

Harry sighed and tipped his head back so that Draco would press a kiss to his lips. "We'll miss you."

"I'll see you tonight," Draco promised.

"Kay," he replied. "See you later. If you get done early," he started as Draco stepped toward the fireplace, "you can always join us."

"Alright," he called over his shoulder as he put his cloak on. "Love you."

"Love you, too," he called back and he went back to reading his book until he needed to get ready to leave.

As he was getting ready to go he caught sight of Draco's gloves that he used while brewing, he decided to make a quick stop off to Draco's work before going to his best friends' house.

But when he arrived at the apothecary, the lights were out and the shop and workroom appeared to be empty. He left Draco's gloves on his work station by his cauldron and headed to Ron and Hermione's.

He walked for a few minutes, trying to come up with any reasoning that didn't involve something horrible as to why Draco wouldn't be at the shop. When he came up with nothing he apparated to dinner.

"What's wrong?" Hermione asked the moment he entered.

"Where's Draco?" Ron added.

Harry sighed, "Let's have dinner, Draco's not coming and maybe I'll feel less paranoid once I have something to eat."

They ate dinner and Ron and Hermione did an admirable job trying to distract him but while Ron was serving ice cream he couldn't help but blurt, "I think Draco's cheating on me."

"What?" Ron and Hermione asked at the same time, both seeming equally incredulous.

Harry told them about the time he'd woken up alone at the beginning of the week, about Draco showing up late for the fundraiser, and about how he'd gone to his shop this afternoon and found it empty.

"Right, but this is Draco we're talking about," Ron said. "I mean, I know that I took awhile to come around on him but he loves you, mate."

"Ron's right," Hermione agreed. "I'm sure there's a logical explanation."

But try as they might, they couldn't seem to come up with any good explanations and Harry's stomach was in knots by the time he made it home.

Draco didn't return home until another hour had passed but Harry was still waiting up for him. "Hi," Draco sighed as he collapsed onto the couch next to him and leaned against him.

"Hey," Harry said, voice tense even to his own ears.

The other man turned his head slightly, "What's wrong?" he asked. "Are Hermione and Ron alright?"

"Where were you?" Harry blurted.

Draco sat up and looked at him, "At work, I told y-"

"But you weren't!" Harry protested.

"Yes, I-"

Harry shook his head, "You left your gloves so I came to bring them to you," he said, words spilling out, "But you weren't there, and you've been distant all week. And if you're cheating on me or if you're not happy with me anymore, please just say so. Or tell me what I can do differently because I love-"

"Harry," Draco said, stopping the words flowing from his mouth, "Harry," he breathed, shaking his head, "Circe, I'm sorry."

Harry blinked, fearing that his worst suspicions had come to be.

"No," Draco said, obviously reading Harry's broken heart on his face. "Salazar, Harry I would never cheat on you."

Harry exhaled a shaky sigh, "Then why-"

"Let me show you," Draco said, taking Harry's hand.

He nodded, "Okay."

Draco brought Harry's knuckles to his lips before pulling him up off the sofa and apparating them. When they landed it was on a rocky shoreline and Harry let the sound of waves lapping at the shore calm his frayed nerves.

The other man tugged on his hand and Harry turned to see a small cottage just where the beach ended. "Come on," Draco murmured.

So Harry followed him up the beach to the cabin; Draco swung the door open and cast a spell to light all of the candles around the cabin, revealing a cozy living space full of warm beiges and cool blues, soft chairs and a sofa, full bookshelves, and a small fireplace. Harry felt peace settle in his soul as he looked around.

"It was supposed to be a surprise," Draco murmured, "For our anniversary next week."

"What?" Harry asked, feeling breathless.

Draco nudged him inside, "I bought it for us. I thought it would be a nice little vacation getaway."

"You did all this for me?"

He wrapped his arms around Harry's waist and hooked his chin over his shoulder, "It's five years next week, you know."

"I know," Harry said leaning back against him.

Draco pressed a quick kiss to his neck, "I didn't think that I'd make you so worried."

He huffed a laugh, "Some beliefs are hard to shake."

"Beliefs?" Draco asked.

"You're going to make me say it?" Harry murmured.

Draco kissed his neck before he slipped around so he could face him, "Say what?"

"Just," he huffed and then he shrugged, "I've never felt entirely worthy, you know?"

The other man shook his head, "You are more worthy than anyone I know," he whispered. "And even if you weren't you are the love of my life." He pressed his lips to Harry's forehead and Harry's throat closed up, tears stinging the back of his eyes. "I'll spend the rest of my life proving it to you if you'll let me."

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Day 80: Amnesia | Day 82: Rum and Episkey

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Distraction

A little belated birthday gift for the one and only @velvethopewrites! I hope you like this little flirty hinny ;)

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Harry hadn’t been expecting it. He had just staring off into space, his mind not at all focused on the open herbology book propped in front of him. Instead, his mind had focused on creating a lovely scenario where he and his girlfriend were flying together. His hands tightly holding her hips as his mouth warmed her neck...

So when the smooth cloth landed on his head and his vision became distorted by nearly clear fabric, he wasn’t able to contain his surprise. A hand came over his mouth, stifling his cry as warm lips pressed near his right ear.

“So much for constant vigilance, huh, Potter?”

He twisted in his chair to see a smirking Ginny. She was pressed right against his back, her head bowed as she moved in for another kiss, this time to his lips.

“What are you doing here?” Harry asked. She was supposed to be in the library until dinner, or at least according to Hermione’s strict OWL’s schedule.

“Well now, is that any way to speak to your girlfriend?” Ginny shook her head in disappointment though the glint in her eyes took away any bite from her words. “Together only a few weeks and the romance has already died, huh? I mean, if you don’t want me here I can just —”

Harry cut her off with a quick and hard kiss. He rose from his chair, not allowing his lips to leave her skin as he moved to embrace her. In complete honesty, Harry was shocked by his own prowess. Normally when he tried to make any sort of smooth move it blew up in his face, but not this time, if Ginny’s elated sigh was anything to go on.

He trailed his lips along her jaw as he made his way to that spot on her neck that always made her gasp in the best way. His hands moved down her sides to rest on her hips, thumbs caressing a small spot where her shirt rode up to expose bare skin. When her hands threaded through his hair, tugging him closer, Harry lost any ability to think of anything past her.

The fact that they were in the middle of the common room, that if anyone walked too close to the table they’d bump into two invisible people, was lost to Harry. All that mattered was the way Ginny’s petite form pressed into his. Before he knew what was happening, Harry’s back was against the nearby wall and Ginny’s lips were at his neck. Harry couldn’t contain a groan as she nipped at a vein throbbing in his neck.

“Shhh,” Ginny murmured into his skin, as she soothed the mark she no doubt left. “Quiet, dear.”

Easy for her to say as she drove him completely mad. He bit his tongue to hold back another groan as her lips trailed a hot line of kisses back up towards his jaw. His head fell back against the wall in pleasure as she teased a spot just under his chin.

“Hey, Demelza.” Harry heard Ron’s voice as if he spoke from the opposite end of a long tunnel. “You seen Harry?”

Both Ginny and Harry froze; any movement would alert Ron of their location. Ginny’s mouth was still pressed against his skin as they stood motionless, both breathing heavily as they heard Demelza direct Ron in the direction of their apparently deserted table.

Harry looked down at Ginny, her annoyed expression becoming more like molton flame as they locked gazes. She rose to her toes, bringing her lips right next to his ear. “If you keep quiet, we can slip out and I’ll find us a place where this cloak won’t be necessary to keep things private.”

When she nipped at his earlobe, Harry nearly moaned loudly. How could she make him forget the rest of the world? Literally, her brother was mere meters from them, but when she was touching him like this... When he was with her all that seemed to matter was her… holding her hand, listening to her stories and desires, and of course the feeling of her lips on his… or like at that moment how they felt trailing down his jawline.

“Gin.” Harry’s whisper was rough like sandpaper. “You need to stop.”

Ginny paused her ministrations for just a moment, at least long enough to ask, “Do you really want me to stop?” Her smirk was all too knowing and if Harry was honest, way too hot.

“Want and need are very different,” Harry muttered, and Ginny stifled a giggle by pressing her face to his neck. Taking a momentary hiatus from her assault on his sense, Harry placed his arms around her waist and started guiding them across the common room.

It was dicey work, dodging their fellow Gryffindors who had taken refuge from the late afternoon rain in the common room. Harry and Ginny had to work in sync in order to keep their progress silent. If the situation weren’t so tense, Harry might have focused more on how well Ginny’s fit form pressed perfectly against him; it was probably better that he couldn’t focus on that. They sidestepped multiple people, retreating backward once to avoid bumping into Dennis Creevey and maneuvering themselves against a back wall to bypass Ron. Harry didn’t breathe until they reached the portrait hole (which luckily had just opened to let in a few first years).

Once out of the common room, they sped down the corridor, not taking the cloak off until they reached a short hall on the sixth floor. Harry ripped the invisibility cloak off, mussing both their heads.

“That was close.” Harry ran a hand through his hair, hoping to make it a little better. “Imagine if Ron had caught us.”

Ginny rolled her eyes as she tamed her own messy locks. “It would do the prat some good to be dished some of his own medicine, after the way he thrashed around with Lav-Lav.”

Harry only just managed to contain a snort. “And you think the best revenge is watching his sister and best mate snog?”

She winked at him. “Only one way to find out, yeah?”

This time there was no containing his amusement. His laughter rang out loud in the silent corridor. “Maybe next time we’ll test your theory.”

Ginny smirked at him. “I’ll hold you to that.”

Harry shook his head, a wide smile spreading from ear to ear. Merlin, he couldn’t get over how much he enjoyed being with her. The desire to touch her nearly became overwhelming. The only hold-up was the cloak bunched in his left hand. He started to fold it when a sudden thought occurred to him.

“Hey, how did you even get this?” He held up the now pocket-sized cloth before tucking it into his back pocket. “I keep it on me at all times.”

Ginny gave him a sly look, her fingers lacing with his as she started to pull him back down the corridor. “Yeah and that wasn’t the only thing on you earlier while we had lunch by the lake.”

Harry felt his face heat as the memories of their lunch came to the forethought of his mind. Eating had been the last of their priority. He cleared his throat. “Oh.”

Her cheeky grin widened. “Oh yeah. Turns out you’re an easy target for pickpockets.”

“Only when distracted by a certain red-head,” Harry defended.

Ginny moved so she was in front of him, walking backward down the hall. Her teasing smirk made his heart pound rapidly against his ribs. “Are you saying I’m a distraction, Potter?”

“Oh for sure,” Harry admonished, his face pulled into a serious expression.

Ginny’s jaw dropped in fake horror. “How dare you. I think really you’re the distraction, because how am I supposed to focus on my OWL when you’re there looking oh so snoggable and —”

Before Ginny could win, Harry took charge, pulling them to a stop in front of a small supply closet. He tugged open the door and dragged Ginny behind him into the tiny space. The moment the door shut behind them, Harry had her back against the wall and silenced her cheek with his lips.

“No cloak necessary in here,” Harry murmured as his fingers moved up into her long hair, threading through it.

“As promised.” Ginny nuzzled his jaw. Her fake irritation was completely gone as she smiled against his skin. “How about I let you distract me for a while while we make the most of our spacious privacy, yeah?”

Harry nipped at the pulse point in her neck. “I’ll try to be the best distraction you’ve ever had.”

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cursestothemoon · 3 years

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I don’t know I’d this is enough for a headcanon or blurb or anything but I’ve been trying to think of more NSFW stuff and my mind went back to the American!reader things you’ve done with Fred so far and I can totally see Fred getting his American girlfriend a cowboy hat to wear while riding him because “cowgirls are an important part of your culture” and he just wants to “show his support for your roots”

Save a Horse, Ride a Ginger

F.W. X FEM!AMERICAN!READER

17+ IF YOU ARE TAGGED AND DON’T WANT TO BE TAGGED IN SMUT PLEASE LET ME KNOW

Warnings: NSFW, vaginal sex, praise, teasing, language, slapping/spanking, finger sucking, unedited because its just on brand at this point

“Love, could you come here for a second?”

The sound of your boyfriend calling you stole your attention away from Molly and the scarf you were trying to knit. You stood up, apologizing to Molly for the interruption- though she didn't seem to mind much- and made your way to the living room.

The Weasley siblings, along with Harry and Hermione, were sitting around the tv (a muggle television set Hermione had gifted them two Christmases ago) with random DVD’s strewn across the floor. Picking one up, you turned it over as you moved to sit next to Fred on the floor.

“What’s with all the movies?” You asked, reading a few of the titles.

Fred turned to you holding up one of the plastic dvd cases, “We wanted to learn about your roots, your history, so we asked Charlie send over some stuff from where he is in America.”

You glanced back at the movie in hand, “Fred you’re holding up A Fistful of Dollars.”

He furrowed his eyebrows, “Fistful of doll-what? No, I’m holding a movie disc, love.”

“Freddie, that’s the name of the movie and besides, even if this was a accurate historical movie, which it’s not, it’s not even about my history...I’m from Seattle.”

He landed a flick to your forehead before pulling you into his lap, “Just be quiet while I learn about the Americans.”

The movie, one you’ve seen a few times already, came to end as the credits rolled and the Man With No Name rode off on his horse into the sunset.

“Amazing...” Ron breathed out making you laugh.

You were still in Fred’s lap, his hands holding your hips as you shifted to get comfortable. The action made Fred’s breath hitch, he was already turned on as it was and you just happened to notice.

“Really? Clint Eastwood did it for you?”

Your teasing tone made Fred pinch your butt in warning.

“No, but the idea of you riding me with a cute little cowboy hat on definitely did it for me.” He whispered huskily into your ear, his warm breath hitting the shell of your ear making goosebumps erupt down your neck.

You turned to into his eyes, the lust swimming in his honey brown irises sent jolts of need to your core.

“Too bad we don’t have one.”

Fred nodded, a glint of mischief burning bright in his eyes, “Yeah, too bad.”

In hindsight, you should’ve seen it coming. Whenever Fred wanted something he got, through whatever means necessary- this time it was a brother in America with a sense of humor just like his younger brother’s.

Now here you were, straddling Fred’s bare hips as he placed a cow print cowgirl hat with a bedazzled brim on your head, the drawstring left to hang in the valley of your breasts.

“Is this really necessary?” You smirked, starting to slowly grind your wet cunt over his hard cock making him close his eyes and take in a breath.

“Is it necessary, she asks. It is absolutely necessary, this is an important part of your culture.”

You continued to drag your hips over his creating a delicious friction that had your head lolling back and lips parting to let a breathy moan slip by. His hands helped guid your hips, pushing and pulling you against himself. A response was lost on your tongue as you whined at the feeling of Fred lifting your hips off of him and ceasing the friction. He used one hand to position himself at your entrance, pulling you to sit down fully on his cock.

Fred moved his hands from your hips to your tits, massaging the flesh and rolling your nipples between his fingers before landing a slap on your right breast making you gasp.

“Go on then, want my little cowgirl to ride me.”

You didn’t need to be told twice, rolling your hips against his a few times before lifting up and then dropping back down, coating his prick in your arousal.

Fred wrapped his right hand around your throat with little pressure while the other one trailed down to your clit, his thumb circling the aching nub roughly. You couldn’t help but cry out as you picked up your pace, your hips moving in half circles and figure eights to rub you just right.

Needing to ground yourself you placed one hand on Fred’s chest and held onto his forearm with the other, making him apply more pressure around your throat. The drawstring of the cowgirl hat was hitting your skin with each lift and drop of your hips.

You were losing your power fast, becoming putty in Fred’s hands, and he could tell. As you let out another loud moan, he sat up making himself shift inside of you and hitting places that had you doubling of in pleasure and vision going fuzzy. His arm wrapped around your waist to hold you up and help you move on his cock.

“That’s it, love, keep go- fuck- just like that.” He grunted, using his hold on your body to speed up your movements.

Your head dropped into the crook of his neck, the skin warm and balmy and inviting. Your lips danced across the expanse of his neck and travelled up under his ear kissing and sucking with a fervent passion. Fred was doing the same to the top of your breasts, your tits littered with red and purple bites and bruises.

An orgasm was fast approaching both you and Fred, his higher pitched whines and whimpers a clear sign to you and your clenching pussy a sign to him. He bit down on your earlobe as he moved you quicker, each time having the head of his swollen cock prodding at your g-spot relentlessly.

“Wanna suck on your fingers when I cum.” You muttered into his neck before lifting your head up and opening your mouth for his fingers.

Fred placed his index and middle finger on your tongue and you were quick to wrap your lips around them suck. You held his wrist with one hand, the other going on his shoulder to brace yourself as you bounced on his dick faster and getting him deeper inside you.

Soon enough Fred could feel the unmistakable feeling of his balls drawing up, tensing as he neared spilling over the edge of his orgasm. He looked up to drink you in, your flushed face, eyes rolling back in pleasure, lips parted to let the sweetest sounds come from them, and lastly the cowgirl hat atop your head that pulled it all in together. The sight was positively pornographic, his American cowgirl riding him with a heaving chest and aching cunt.

“I’m- I wanna cum.” Your voice brought Fred back to reality.

His free hand went to grab a handful of your ass, groping the flesh roughly and using the leverage to pull you down onto himself harder.

“Cum.”

It was all you needed to hear to let out a choked sob as your walls tightened around Fred, cumming on his cock. He wasn’t far behind, pressing your hips down onto his roughly, bottoming out, and stilled as he came inside of you, your walls milking him completely. His hot seed coating your walls, filling you up. The feeling so good, making you thank your lucky stars that you were on birth control and din’t have to worry about the consequences.

Fred held you close as you came down from your highs, pressing loving kisses on your shoulder blade.

“You look so sexy in that bloody hat.” Fred sighed with a chuckle.

The statement made you giggle into his neck, suddenly feeling bashful in your post orgasm bliss. At your response, Fred turned his head to place a kiss on your jaw then on your cheek before you made a move to pull yourself off of him.

Fred whined, “No, stay...just a bit longer.”

You placed a kiss onto his forehead, lips smearing against his warm skin before moving to place a kiss on his nose, resting your forehead against his. Fred shifted so he was laying down on his side, as are you, with your leg hiked over his hip and face nuzzled into his bare chest while his cock- now flaccid- was still in you keeping you pleasantly stretched around him. The cowgirl hat had been removed and placed carefully on your nightstand, for later use. Fred bent awkwardly to grab the blanket and pull it over the two of you as he felt your breathing start to even. He tucked the edge of the blanket under your chin and watched as you drifted off into a peaceful slumber, face still in his chest and soft breaths hitting his skin.

Fred fell asleep moments later, cock still warm and tucked inside your cunt, and holding you to his chest.

His American cowgirl

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gamergirl929 · 3 years

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Expecto Patronum (Hermione Granger x Reader)

After following a number of Gryffindor students sneaking out of the Common Room one night, you inevitably stumble upon the DA and are quick to join their cause.

However, you soon find a spell you can’t quiet master, a spell that requires something that you don’t have, something that, with the help of Hermione Granger, you’re able to acquire.

“Bloody hell.” You mumble, sighing in exasperation as you flop to the Room of Requirement’s floor, your eyes narrowed.

You stumbled upon Dumbledore’s Army by chance one night when you saw a number of Gryffindor's sneaking out one night and decided to follow.

Following them was the best decision you’d ever made, because it brought you purpose, something you felt you lacked in your daily life.

You were rather quiet, though you’d caught one member of the DA’s attention, and that member was Harry Potter, The Boy Who Lived himself.

You hadn’t had the best upbringing, something the two of you shared, and something that brought the two of you closer together.

Soon you and the boy were good friends, and being good friends with Harry meant you were friends with his two best friends, Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger.

Ron was goofy, a bit dense at time, but he was fun to be around, and that was enough for you.

Hermione Granger on the other hand, was one of the brightest women you’d ever met, she adept at magic, excelling well above you and the others in the DA.

She was all too happy to aid you in casting certain spells when she saw you were struggling.

The specific spell you were currently having trouble casting, was Expecto Patronum, your Patronus refusing to take form no matter how hard you tried.

You huff, dropping your wand to the stone floor.

“This is hopeless.”

***

The following morning you’re barely able to keep your eyes, rubbing the heels of your palms into your bloodshot Y/E/C eyes.

“You look right knackered.”

You pick your head up, smiling when Ron takes a seat across from you at The Great Hall.

“You alright?” Harry asks, worried and you nod.

“Just didn’t sleep much.”

“Or at all.” Hermione says as she takes a seat beside you and you shake your head, your cheeks flushing.

“N-N-No, just didn’t get enough.”

Hermione stares at you inquisitively, her brown orbs narrowed.

You knew she knew you were lying, but you’d decided to keep up the ruse anyway.

“So, r-ready for Potions today?” You ask, taking a swig of your Pumpkin Juice and Ron scoffs.

“Who’s ever ready for Potions with Snape?” He snickers, his eyes widening when the aforementioned professor walks by, using a piece of parchment in his hand to smack Ron in the head.

You slap a hand over your mouth to stifle your laughter, as Ron pouts, rubbing the back of his head.

“Stop laughing you git.”

Hermione meanwhile is still looking at you inquisitively, wondering what it was that kept you up so late, and why you were so adamant about changing the subject.

She hums, taking a sip of her juice.

If you weren’t going to tell her what was going on, she’d find out on her own.

***

Hermione frowns when the light from your wand flickers out, the spell yet again failing.

“It’s alright Y/N, you just have to find a happy memory to focus on.” She runs a gentle hand down your back.

You swallow hard, nodding.

“I-I know...” You murmur softly, head hanging in defeat.

Hermione gives you an apologetic smile.

“We’ll get it Y/N, together.”

You turn to Hermione, a warmth spreading throughout your chest as you look at the Gryffindor who’s sending you the sweetest smile you’d ever seen.

“Together?” You ask and she nods, slipping an arm around you, before giving you a squeeze.

“Together.”

***

It was obvious to anyone with eyes that you were exhausted, and incredibly agitated.

You had, again, forgone sleep to practice on conjuring your Patronus, but you again, had failed.

The DA weren’t meeting that night, which gave you the opportunity to head into the Room of Requirement on your own to practice the spell.

You WOULD master it, no matter what it took, you WOULD find a memory to focus on, no matter what.

***

Hermione eventually finds you later that day, your head buried in a book in the library, though it’s not because you’re reading, it’s because you’re fast asleep.

She tiptoes over to you, the girl silently taking a seat beside you, smiling when she realizes you’re snoring softly.

She shakes her head, opening up the book she’d brought with her, ready for the world around her to melt away.

You mumble in your sleep, pulling Hermione’s attention away from the world currently resting in her hands and back to reality.

If she were being honest, you had a habit of drawing her attention, you were an enigma, and Hermione was never the type to leave a mystery unsolved.

***

The snarl that leaves you is absolutely feral as you throw your wand across the room.

“WHY CAN’T I FORM A PATRONOUS.” You say angrily.

You’re so angry in fact that you completely miss the Room of Requirement’s door creaking open, and Hermione Granger slipping inside.

You run your hands down your face as you stomp towards your wand.

Hermione crosses her arms across her chest as she watches you flick your wand.

“EXPECTO PATRONOUM!” You yell, growling when your wand’s tip doesn’t even light.

Hermione frowns as you flick your wand over and over again, growling the spell each and every time growing angrier and angrier.

It’s only after that, that you spot Hermione, your eyes widening in shock.

“He-Hermione.” You stutter, clearing your throat, your cheeks flushing in embarrassment.

“How long have you been standing there?” You ask, unable to look at the girl who moves closer to you.

“Long enough... This is why you’ve been so tired lately?” She asks and you sigh flopping to the floor, your back resting against the wall next to the fireplace.

“I can’t do it.” You sigh, your chin resting on your knee caps.

Hermione takes a seat in front of you, as you attempt to swallow the lump in your throat.

“What’s holding you back?”

Your eyes flutter shut, your chest tightening.

“I don’t have any.”

Hermione’s brows furrow, the girl scooting closer.

“Any what?” She whispers and you sigh.

“Happy memories.”

Hermione frowns sadly.

“Harry and I had a...”

You pause.

“A similar upbringing.”

Hermione scoots towards you until she’s sitting beside you.

“What happened?”

You swallow hard.

“Didn’t know my folks, I got my letter in a group home.”

You fall silent after that, your head moving to rest on Hermione’s shoulder, the action making her cheeks flush bright pink.

Nonetheless, she rests her head on top of yours.

“Sometimes, we have to make our own memories.” Hermione whispers and you smile, warmth yet again spreading throughout your chest.

“Yeah, yeah we do.”

***

That night you actually get some sleep, mostly because Hermione basically drags you to the Gryffindor Common Room and forces you to get some ACTUAL sleep.

The following morning you feel lighter than you ever had before, maybe because you finally got an adequate amount of sleep, or maybe it was because of the moment you spent with Hermione in the Room of Requirement.

Your cheeks flush, your eyes doubling in size.

“That’s it.” You whisper to yourself with a massive grin.

You make your way into The Great Hall, smiling when your eyes catch sight of a familiar head of bushy brown hair, its owner turning to you with a beaming smile.

“You look rested.” Hermione winks and you shake your head, cheeks dusted pink.

"Yeah, well you made sure of that.”

“Yeah, Hermione has a way of forcing people to do things they’re putting off.” Ron mumbles and Hermione scoffs.

“Is this about the Potion’s homework? You needed to get it done Ronald.”

Ron scoffs.

“Yeah, but you didn’t need to come into the Boy’s Dormitory and wake me up using Aquamanti!”

You slap a hand over your mouth, but are unable to bite back your laughter.

“Yeah! Laugh it up! Thought Fred and George had threw me out in the marsh around The Burrow again!”

Hermione giggles.

“He did scream rather loud.”

Hermione leans against you as she giggles harder than you’d ever seen, Ron unable to bite back his laughter at the girl’s case of the giggles.

You fall silent, instead choosing to stare at the girl beside you, the girl whose giggles are finally beginning to taper off.

You smile, Hermione’s words from the night before echoing in your head.

“Sometimes we have to make our own memories.”

Hermione falls silent, her brown orbs widening when she realizes you’re staring.

“Y/N? Are you alright?” She asks and you nod, your smile splitting into a grin.

“I am.” You shrug, taking a sip of your Pumpkin Juice.

“Just making my own memories.”

Hermione grins, cheeks tinged pink as she gives you a nudge, the girl leaning against you through the remainder of breakfast.

***

“You can do this Y/N, remember, happy memory.” Harry pats your back and you nod, taking a deep breath.

Weeks of trying to search for a single happy memory you had hidden deep within your brain had resulted in failure, but now, with thoughts of the Gryffindor girl standing beside you running through your mind, you knew, you knew this was it.

You glance at Hermione, earning a nod.

“I believe in you.” She whispers, your heart skipping a beat in your chest.

You grin, twirling your wand in between your fingers.

The remainder of the DA watches as you hold out your wand, the words that had been leaving your mouth for weeks now, yet again passing through your lips, though with a bit more confidence than usual.

“EXPECTO PATRONUM!”

Light bursts from the tip of your wand, the blue bright light swirling through the air as it takes form.

Your smile splits in a grin as a bright blue massive wolf forms before you, head held high in confidence, the epitome of strength.

It runs around the room before it stops in front of you.

The beast nuzzles against your palm until your stroke it’s fur, Hermione grinning, as she watches you interact with your Patronus, after trying so hard to get it to form.

“You’ve done it.” She whispers and you smile.

The massive wolf leaves you and prances to Hermione, nudging her hand with its nose until she strokes its head, the wolf licking her palm.

You huff.

“You like her more than me?” You ask, the wolf yipping as it vanishes in thin air.

“Blimey, what’s a wolf mean?!” Ron whispers to Harry, the two boys smiling when you launch yourself at Hermione, the two of you grinning, arms wrapped tightly around one another.

“Strength. Loyalty.” Luna whispers.

Meanwhile, Hermione squeezes you tightly.

“I knew you could do it.”

You grin.

“I just had to make my own happy memories, memories I made with you.”

The two of you reluctantly part, your eyes widening when you realize the two of you are rather close to one another, your noses inches apart.

You blink slowly, your cheeks flushed bright red.

“Uh...”

Hermione’s cheeks mirror your own, the two of you abruptly turning away from one another, both nervously fidgeting.

“Th-Thanks Mione, I couldn’t have done it without you, li-literally.” You stutter, shuffling nervously from foot to foot.

Harry claps his hands suddenly, the boy grinning.

“I think that’s a perfect way to end practice, see you all Friday night.”

The DA’s members slowly make their way out of the room, stopping to congratulate you until it’s just you, Ron, Harry and Hermione.

“That was absolutely brilliant mate.” Ron says as he claps your shoulder,

“Fantastic.”

Harry glances at Hermione out of the corner of his eye, his blue orbs narrowing when he sees the look of nervousness on Hermione’s face.

Harry gives his best friend a pat on the back.

“We should get back to the common room, mate.”

Ron nods, turning to you and Hermione.

“You coming?” He asks, though before you can answer, Hermione does.

“Actually, I’d like a moment alone with Y/N.”

The boy’s wave, taking their leave moments later, but not before Harry can send his old friend a wink, the girl sending him a glare.

The Room of Requirement’s door bangs shut, leaving you and Hermione alone for the first time all day.

“I can’t thank you enough Mione, I-” You stop midsentence when you see her nervously fidgeting.

Hermione’s gaze drops to the floor as you move closer, the girl’s eyes fluttering shut.

You weren’t used to seeing her so nervous around you, she’d typically been much like the books she was so fond of reading, and that was entirely open.

“Hermione... Whatever it is, we can-

You again fall silent, though this time it’s because Hermione’s brown orbs have finally locked with yours.

“Li-Listen...” She swallows hard, wringing her fingers nervously.

“I’ve never been good when it comes to relationships, I’ve never really BEEN in a relationship, I mean I talked to Victor Krum, but that doesn’t matter, we never dated, we-

Hermione rambles on, her hands flailing wildly.

“I’ve... I’ve never felt this way about, about a girl and I just-

You tune out, your eyes widening and cheeks flushing.

Hermione meanwhile is still rambling on, jumping from topic to topic.

“I just- I really like you and I- I'm not used to things like this, like I said I’ve never-

Hermione stills, brown orbs wide and hands frozen in mid-air as your lips brush hers, the touch delicate, as well as hesitant.

You pull back, your eyes flying open in fear.

Hermione meanwhile, is standing stock still, mouth agape and brown orbs wide.

She'd never expected a kiss to feel like yours had, yes, she’d been kissed before, but the tender caress of your lips was far more than a kiss from a boy could EVER be.

“Have I rendered Hermione Granger speechless?” You ask nervously, pulling Hermione out of her trance.

She opens and closes her mouth a few times, attempting to find her voice, though the thing that leaves her mouth when she finally DOES find her voice makes you laugh.

“Bloody hell.”

You bark out a laugh, your lips splitting into a grin.

Hermione’s cheeks flush.

“Forgive me for not knowing how to reply after a rather significant kiss.” She shakes her head and your brows arch.

You hum, eye glinting with hope.

“Significant?” You ask, the girl’s cheek flushing even a darker shade of red.

“Co-Consequential, I-I've never felt like th-that after a kiss.” She stutters and you swallow, your tongue swiping at your lips.

“Wo-Would you be interested in...”

You shuffle from foot to foot.

“Another significant, consequential kiss?” You ask, nonchalantly.

Hermione bites her bottom lip to stave off a smile, the woman swallowing hard.

“I-I would be rather interested.” She giggles, the Gryffindor's gaze falling to your lips.

This time, Hermione meets you halfway, the girl cupping your cheeks as your lips meet, your hands finding purchase on her waist.

A bright light causes the two of you to pull apart, your eyes widening when you see your Patronus happily bounding around the two of you.

Hermione grins as the wolf slips between the two of you.

“Another happy memory?” She asks and you smile.

“Any memory I make with you is a happy one.”

Your lips meet again, with no sense of hesitation from either of you, your lips melding together.

Your wolf disappears as the two of you part, Hermione’s forehead resting against yours.

“What do you think about making more together?”

#Harry Potter #harry potter x reader #hermione granger #hermione granger x reader #hermione granger imagine #I'd love to hear what you thinkkk!

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starsstruck · 3 years

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i just know that something good is going to happen.

part of the cloubusting universe. a continuation of the story of painter!harry and barista!mc. cold decembers baths, too hot baths, and even hotter confessions.

pairing: harry x reader warnings: language, sexual content words: 7.8k

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a/n: hi. im back. this is just pure sweetness because why not. more will be coming from them, more from earlier on and later on in their relationship and time together💕 happy reading, hope everyone enjoys and please let me know what you think !💕💕

What time are you off ?

You glanced at the time after reading the text from Harry. The morning was incredibly slow, the drab December weather not enticing patrons to come out for a hot coffee.

3pm but I might be able to get out early

You saw the three little dots appear and disappear as Harry was typing, briefly glancing up at the door between looking down at your phone. As suspected, no one had walked in and no one needed anything from you.

I’m just heading home now Come by when you can x

Finding yourself smiling down at the phone, typing back a quick response before shutting it off and placing it back in your pocket to do some menial cleaning around the café to pass time.

Sounds good💕

Time flew by far too slowly. Three people came in between one and two o’clock, and you were left to mindlessly dust inside of cabinets and overstock the counters.

Saya was just as bored as you, the two of you chatting until you saw the clock hit 2:30 and decided that it was close enough for your time to head out. You had loose plans with Harry, him having asked you if you were free after work since he had the day freed up as well.

Which is why you now found yourself walking up the now very familiar steps to his place, finding his door propped open with a book for you.

You knocked once on the door just to let him know that you were there, before picking up the book and letting yourself in.

You saw Harry sitting by the large window, his back facing you. Still wrapped in your jacket, you hung the straps of your tote bag over the back of a chair and moved towards him. You were sure he heard you come in, how could he not have, but he still didn’t turn back to face you until you were standing behind him.

“Hi there,” he smiled with a quick tilt to his head. Your hands fell to his shoulders, leaning your front against his back as you hugged him from behind.

“What are you working on?” You hummed, chin resting against his shoulder. You didn’t get a chance to see what he was doing, as he quickly flipped close the two large sketchbooks he had in front of him.

“Secret,” he turned around on the chair, tilting his head as you quickly moved from his shoulder to avoid his chin hitting your cheek. “How was work?”

“Work was so slow – which I guess was okay. M’tired.”

Your arm circled around the back of his neck, as one of his own landed to your lower back, pulling you around him. Your lips brushed his temple.

“Lips are freezing,” he murmured, tugging you further into him until you were sat over his thighs. Keeping your arm around his neck as he held your back, he hugged you closer after you came in from the chilled December air. “Is it that cold out?”

You cozied in the warmth coming from him, even as you sat still wrapped in your thick coat. “The heaters are still broken at work.”

He titled his chin, lips brushing your cheek. “Are you still cold?”

You unwrapped your arms from around him, tugging at the buttons keeping your jacket together as you let it fall open. “Not as much,” you laughed lightly when his hand around you helped tug the thick coat off, neither of you caring when it hit the floor. “Just caught a small chill.”

He leant in closer as if pulled by an invisible force towards you, eyes locked. His lips nudged yours, catching them in a small kiss as you revelled in the warmth of his face. His cold fingertips brushing over his cheek, he pulled away with an overdramatic shiver. “You’re freezing.”

“Warm me up then,” you teased, as his grip tightened around you and his head dipped in to rest in the crook of your neck with a series of little pecks.

“I’m trying –” he muttered against your skin, before rising his head so that your eyes could once again meet. You brought your hands up to his shoulders, mindlessly tracing the patterns in the knit of his sweater.

You could practically see the strain in the muscles of his cheeks as he tried not to smile. “But I don’t think taking your clothes off is the answer right now.”

He pushed his cheek against yours, breath fanning over your ear. He kissed the corner of your jaw once more while his grip grew even tighter around your back so that you were completely flush against him.

You tapped your fingertips over his neck before muttering to no one in particular, “how’re you so warm all the time.”

He pulled his head back to face you once more, the tip of his nose gracing over your temple before puckering his lips over the same spot. Another kiss was pressed over your cheek, following the curve down until smooth lips captured your own.

Your fingers had moved up from his neck to his scalp, mindlessly trailing them through his hair. “How was your day?”

“Slow,” he nodded against you. “Went for a run, did laundry – that kind of day.”

You only hummed, a small silence falling over you as you embraced each other.

“I love…”

Harry shifted slightly from under you, his voice getting as he fell back into the crook of your neck. “I love the way you smell like coffee.”

His hot breath was felt when he spoke, nuzzling his nose over you for a moment before looking up towards you once again. You let out a soundless laugh, smiling down at him.

“Hm,” you could feel the hum come deep from his chest. He inhaled in an exaggerated way, bending his neck down so that his nose brushed along the exposed skin above the neckline of your sweater. “Smell like honey actually – like honey and jasmine.”

You let out a little laugh. “You’re saying I smell like coffee and tea?”

Although teasing, you were aware of the hint of jasmine in the perfume that was spritzed onto your neck earlier that day and almost surprised that he could tell what it was.

“I’m saying I love the way you smell.”

Even from the slight unfocused way you saw him, you watched the way his lips curved around the word “love”, unable to help noticing how often he used the word.

Not answering, instead you lowered your head to rest against his shoulder as you simply embraced each other for a moment. From the way your neck was titling, a small pain was starting to grow in the corner of your neck that had you having to pull away.

Rolling your head back on your neck in a feeble attempt to stretch out the kink, Harry’s fingers squeezed your hips.

“You okay?”

“Just sore.” The pain that you got from your ribs and shoulder only seem to grow instead of subside, new knots forming every week. “Keep forgetting to make an appointment at the physio.”

Harry hummed, watching as you unlatched one arm from around him to rub over your shoulder. “Take a hot bath – it’ll sooth your muscles and warm you up.”

“I don’t have a tub,” you watched him, “you know that.”

“That’s true,” he smiled. “But I do.”

The two of you had been together for just over two months, but he still blushed slightly as you held his gaze and rolled your lips in against your teeth.

“If you want – we don’t have to bathe together or anything if you don’t want to. Would be nice for your back though.”

You only smiled at your partner. “That sounds perfect, actually.”

For some reason, the idea of taking a bath with someone else was so extra intimate to you. Showers were one thing – whether Harry’s hands were lathering shampoo in your hair or pushing you against the tile, there was always something a bit quick and rushed about them.

Baths were slow, and peaceful, and had the sole purpose to sit and do nothing other than let yourself relax.

Harry had a surprising amount of bath products, not that it was news to you as you were already familiar with the contents of this washroom cabinets. You found a lavender bubble bath that you poured in, and some epsom salts that were scented with some fresh smelling essential oils.

Waiting for the tub to fill, you rubbed make up remover that you kept at Harry’s over your skin. Taking your time with the process, patting small layers of moisturizer over your newly washed faced.

Sweater was already sitting on the countertop, you did your skincare routine standing in your bra and jeans.

Your attention turned away from your reflection in the mirror when there was a soft knock on the door, followed by Harry speaking your name just loud enough to be heard over the crash of the water falling into the tub.

You giggled lightly as you turned the knob to open the door, endeared by the fact that he knocked first.

“I found these,” he stood at the door way, two little white candles in hand. “One of them smells like vanilla.”

You hummed in approval, grabbing hold of them, bringing both under your nose as the soft sweet smell surrounded you.

He smiled softly, eyes dropping down to take in the already relaxed state you seemed to have settled into. “Take all the time you want – I’ll start making something to eat.”

You furrowed your brow. “You’re not joining me?”

“Oh – figured you want some time alone, no?”

You shook your head, bottom lip between your teeth. “No. The water is hot, I put way too much bubble bath in – it’s the perfect recipe for a bath.”

He laughed, walking past the doorway to near you and wrapped an arm around your back so that you wouldn’t move back. “I think just being in there with you is enough of a selling point.”

A kiss was pressed to your nose, and then your lips, before the hands on your lower back were smoothing over your bare skin. You could feel his fingertips fiddling with the clasp of your bra, undoing the garment and letting it fall free from your body.

He moved away, just far enough so that he could pull the blue fabric off of you and he let his eyes trail over the skin that was just exposed to him. “I’ll go grab some towels.”

When Harry came back, you had fully stripped down and already settled into the tub. Your back resting against one side, water hitting just at the middle of your chest with bubbles sticking to the skin of your breasts.

The water was too hot, but in a good way. In the kind of way that you took a bit longer to fully settle yourself in, but once you were in you didn’t want to leave.

“How is it?”

You only hummed in response; eyelids half closed. You could still see him move around the small space of the bathroom, shutting the door and flicking a lighter until the wick of the candles was crackling. He turned off the overhead lights, eyes glancing at you as if to check if you were okay with it.

The melodic songs of Francoise Hardy filled the room, echoing nicely around you. You could hear him shuffling around, and you peaked an eye open to catch him just as he was tugging his sweater over his head.

He placed it next to your clothes on the counter, already pulling up the teeshirt he wore under it. His back was turned to you, the orange glow of the candlelight lighting up his skin. Every dip in muscles was accentuated with a deep shadow, and you shifted a bit in the tub to get a better view of him.

His baggy pants were easily kicked aside, and it was just as his thumbs were hooking into the elastic of his briefs that he caught your eye through the mirror. “Enjoying the view?”

“I am, very much so,” you watched the smirk pull on the corner of his mouth at your words.

He kept his eyes locked with yours as he tugged the last piece of clothing off. He didn’t miss the way your eyes dropped, followed by you quickly looking away and shutting your eyes as if embarrassed to be caught staring. Although there was a smile that lingered on your lips, and the both of you knew that you were anything but embarrassed.

Your eyes only reopened when you heard a splash followed by a little hiss, and after peaking an eye open you saw him sitting at the edge of the tub with half a leg submerged in the water.

“It’s really hot,” he laughed a little, slowly sinking the other leg to join the other.

“It’s nice,” you hummed, watching as he pushed himself off the edge and slowly eased into the tub. Sitting across from you, he extended his legs out.

Your limbs moved with a splash as you brought your knees to your chest, allowing him some room for his legs.

“Bring ‘em over here,” he hummed, a little wave of his hand as he motioned to your half-hidden legs. You placed them over his under the water, immediately feeling one of his hands gripping onto your calf to adjust you slightly.

He sank down against the back of the tub, settling in nicely. Your gaze remained on his, watching a little drop in his eyelids as he relaxed. “It is really nice.”

You opened your eyes further at his words, blinking some haze from your vision as you fully focused on him. “I should take baths much more often”

“Of course,” he continued, “it’s not the same when I’m alone.”

You couldn’t really see through the bath water given the amount of bubbles, but his hands never ceased moving over your legs. Small traces of fingertips mixed with the kneading into the skin, you found yourself subconsciously slipping deeper into the tub and closer towards him.

The peaceful silence settled around the two of you. The only sound was coming from the speaker, quiet lulling of the music fitting the mood perfectly.

Harry’s hand on your leg was mindlessly rubbing on your skin, dancing from your ankle to your knee with slow movements before repeating the same action on your other leg.

“Feels nice,” you murmured after a moment – a few seconds a few minutes, you had no idea.

“Yeah?”

“Mm,” you hummed, not missing the little twitch in his lip. “You know I love your hands.”

He laughed, thumb massaging into your calf. “And what else do you love about me?”

You knew he was teasing, but you felt your heart beat a bit faster in your chest. Only letting out a breathy laugh, giving him a shove with your foot before he joined in your laughter.

“You know,” he said, after a moment in silence. “I can try and massage some of those knots out your back if you’d like.”

“You think so?” You asked, even though you knew that he was probably right, you didn’t know why you’d never thought of it before.

He nodded. “Especially with your muscles all relaxed in this hot water.”

You didn’t need much convincing after that, the idea being one of the best you’d heard all day.

Turning a bit awkwardly in the tub, you moved until you were sitting between Harry’s legs with your back towards him. Rising your legs a bit, you leant forward on to rest your elbows on your knees so that you could expose more of your back.

With a splash in the water, Harry brought both arms out and placed his hands on either side of your back. His hands were warm, the entire bathroom was steamy and warm but Harry always seemed that much warmer.

You felt him trail his palms over the upper part of your back, gently pressing into your skin. He more or less knew where you had issues, but he wanted to feel it out first.

“It’s here?” He spoke, voice cutting though the comfortable silence after a moment as he gently pressed his fingertips under one of your shoulder blades.

You nodded, before speaking. “Yeah,” bringing one of your own hands around to press into a particularly tight spot just under your shoulder. “And here too, and then –” you moved your hand lower to the beginning of your ribs. “Here.”

He only hummed, both hands on one side of your back before he slowly pressed a thumb into the skin under your shoulder. You tightened your muscles on instinct, tensing up at the slight pain before willing yourself to relax back down.

“Relax, m’love,” he hummed into your ear, letting his lips brush over your neck before moving back again. You still hadn’t gotten used to the way he talked to you so affectionately, especially when he added “my” in front of his names for you. He really made you swoon in ways you had never thought possible.

You dropped your shoulder, doing your best to relax your muscles as much as they would allow. “Really tense,” he spoke again, few more seconds of rubbing into the knot.

It was already feeling a bit better, although the knot was tight and hurt when he applied more pressure you knew he could apply a bit more. “Can you press harder?”

He wordlessly followed your instruction, having your head dip down a bit until your chin hit your chest and your eyes were falling shut.

He massaged into your skin while slowly adding more pressure, both hands moving along the expanse of your back.

You hummed low in your throat when he pressed against the spot by your ribs. Shifting a bit in the tub, feeling Harry’s thighs squeeze your hips. “Is it okay?”

“Yeah,” your voice cracked, needing to pause to cough slightly before you spoke again. “Just a really sore spot.”

He didn’t say anything else from behind you, fingertips moving away from the spot for a moment. You could hear him shift in the tub behind you, water splashing as he readjusted himself.

Feeling a very light pressure, one that that wasn’t his fingers but rather his lips against the knot in your back as pressed a gentle kiss on your sin.

He pressed another, and another before his hands were back on the spot, tightly kneading into the skin. “Feels good?”

You only nodded with a hum, as he continued to work on the spot with the occasional kiss to your skin.

Minutes passed, and you were slowly relaxing further against him. Your legs unfolding and extending forward, feeling Harry’s legs on your side close you in further. Although there was still a small distance kept between your back and his front to make room for his hands, you found yourself shifting closer to him.

His hands moved around your sides, thumbs pressing gently into the sides of your breasts. He was kissing over every place his fingertips touched on your back, soft hums against your skin as his chin nudged your spine.

He rested his chin over your shoulder, cheek nudging your neck as he muttered close to your ear.

“Feeling better?”

You again had to clear your throat before speaking. “Feels a lot better thank you,” you hummed, turning your head slightly to catch the corner of his grin in a kiss.

He clicked his tongue. “No, no I’m not done.” His hand moved to your jaw, gently turning your head back to face forward once more.

You laughed lightly, following his order and facing the off-white tile of the wall in front of you.

Though he said he wasn’t done, he didn’t start to massage into your skin right away. Instead you felt his lips press on the crook of your neck, moving down to your shoulder as he trailed a series of kisses down your skin.

“Mm,” he hummed, sound low in your ears. “I love how you still smell like coffee.”

“I do not,” you laughed softly, lifting your hands from under the water with a splash.

“Yes,” his mouth moved against the curve your shoulder, “you do.” His teeth nipped over your skin.

He sighed heavy in his chest, lips sliding over to the nape of your neck. “I love how you always get goosebumps,” he spoke quietly. “Even now in the steaming hot bath.”

Your shoulders shook slightly with a quiet laugh, knowing he was right that you often got goosebumps under his touch, not matter the temperature around you.

His hands slid down your shoulders and to your front, wrapping around your tummy and pulling your closer to him along the bottom of the tub. “I,” he sighed heavy again, chest rising over your back. “Love how you feel with me – can’t seem to get enough.”

His thumbs grazed the underside of your breasts. His lips were still against your skin, feeling them move as he spoke and pressed random kisses over your back.

He murmured your name, sounding so soft off his mouth and deep from his chest. Your head was spinning; you didn’t know if it was from the heat in the air, from the lack of hydration or from the words the man behind you was kissing into your skin.

“I love you.”

The words were quiet, so quiet that if you weren’t pressed against him you wouldn’t have heard it. He kissed a spot over your spine as he whispered the three little words, no doubt feeling every function of your body come to a stop.

This time he didn’t stop you when your head turned over your shoulder to face him.

He quickly spoke again. “I don’t expect you to say anything, I just –” he paused with a slow exhale, like he was letting go of everything he was possibly holding on to. “I just wanted to tell you.”

You shifted around, legs moving so that you could bend them and fully turn around in the space of the tub until your front was facing his.

He moved as well, allowing your space so that you could sit on his thighs in a straddle. Hands wrapped around your back under the water, holding you in place on top of him.

His eyes were intent on you, jumping between each of your eyes as he tried to gage any possible reaction you could have to his words.

There was a small furrow between his brows, one that you wanted to smooth your thumb over and kiss. Lifting both arms out of the water, you gently wrapped them around his neck to pull him in even closer.

“You do?”

You felt drunk on him. The slight teasing tone in your voice wasn’t completely on purpose, you couldn’t help the words tumbling from your mouth.

Though, Harry laughed. A small laugh that came from his chest, as that furrow between his eyebrows disappeared and a smile graced his mouth. He dipped his down forehead falling against your shoulder for a moment.

“I do,” he hummed, pressing a kiss to the curve of your neck before lifting his head back up. “And I really – I really love you.”

Your shoulders dropped, letting go of tension you didn’t realize you were currently holding. His hands on your back squeezed your skin lightly, pulling your tighter against him.

Face nearing yours, you didn’t realize how close you had gotten as you were subconsciously leaning in closer with your eyes zeroed in on his.

Your voice came out a bit hoarse, a quiet little rasp from the back of your throat. “I love you too.”

His hands gripped your even tighter, causing you to shift over his thighs until your chest were fully pressed together. “Do you now?”

You wanted to laugh out loud, instead a quiet laugh shook through your chest as you felt your chest warm more than it already was. You pushed against him with your palms pressed flat above his chest. “Stop that.”

His hands slid lower on your back, squeezing the skin above your hips as he smiled wide. “Tell me again.”

“No,” you dipped your face against his shoulder, cheek pressed into his neck.

“Tell me,” he chuckled, gripping the soft skin of your hips with a nudge of his chin over your temple. “I wanna hear you say it again.”

You peppered a light kiss over his collarbone. One hand moved up his chest, cupping his jaw loosely as you pulled away from the curve of his neck. Not saying anything, you met his happy eyes with your own while following the curve of his cheek with your thumb.

Brushing over his skin, the tips of his hair falling forward ticking your hand as it moved up his jaw, parted fingers weaving through his hair. Your other hand repeating the same motion, this time lightly moving your thumb over his pinkened lips, keeping a firm hold of his jaw.

You pushed moved yourself closer to him once again, pressing a soft kiss to his mouth. His lips instantly puckered with yours, eyes falling shut when he moved to meet your mouth.

He kissed you lightly, although the firm hold that he had around your hips told a different story. Moving you closer to him, your knees readjusting under the water as they planted firmly against the smooth white of the tub.

Hips jutting into his, you gripped him tighter. Your lips parted with a subtle smacking sound that would have been inaudible to anyone else, kissing one, two, three more times on his mouth before whispering, “I love you.”

You felt his lips turn up against yours, his cheeks rounding under your fingertips.

One of his hands rounded around the back of your neck, pulling you back in to kiss him deeply. His tongue easily met yours as you sighed into his mouth, twisting your fingers through his hair. He quietly whispered your name against your lips, licking over your lips gently before pulling you in for another kiss.

Your hands now slid down his shoulders, down his chest under the water in the tub. You felt him shiver against you, unsure if it was at the affect of your touch on him or of the cooling water of the tub Your mouths parted with a wet smack, his lips nudging the underside of your jaw as he nipped at the sensitive skin.

Your own lips were resting against his temple, hands circling around his hips as you could feel his hardening length pressing into your thigh.

“You’re hard,” you observed, mumbling into his skin.

He laughed lightly, voice sounding a little breathless. “I got the most gorgeous girl sitting on my lap, telling me she loves me,” he pulled you forward, causing the water around you to splash against the side of the tub. “How could I not be?”

You giggled against his skin, letting him tug you closer until the bubbles stuck to your skin were getting squished between the both of your chests. Moving one of your hands from his hips to land it gently under the way over top of his thigh, letting your nails dig gently into his skin.

Lips slid against each once again, a bit more fire under your actions as your tongue slid against his and your chests heaved with heavier breaths. You could tell that he was extremely aware of the soft brushes of your fingers over his thigh, as you slowly inched your palm higher up.

You could hear his breath hitch and his mouth slack over yours when your hand slipped up to grab a light hold of his cock. Simply holding him in your hand for a beat, letting your lips fall from his mouth down to his jaw, before licking wet stripe under his earlobe. He was leaning into your touch, chest falling against yours as his arms wrapped tighter around your lower back.

His legs jolted slightly when you stroked your hand over him, his knees rising with a small bend in his legs that had you falling into him even more. He brought one of his hands from your back and up from under the water, taking a light hold of your chin to tilt your head back up to his.

His mouth was on yours in a matter of seconds, biting into your bottom lips before kissing your deeply. You tugged on his length from under the water, thumbing over his tip as circled around him. Your hand falling over him again, applying more pressure when he moaned quietly against you.

“Fuck,” he called softly, as you kept working your hand over him. Moving away from you again, he leant against the back of the tub with a blissed out smile over his lips and heavy eyelids. “That feels good.”

You leaned in to him, kissing over the skin of his neck that was newly exposed to you. “Good,” you breathed over his neck, your thumb following the vein that ran on the underside of him. “I love making you feel good.”

Leaning forward to kiss over his collarbone, tasting the slight remains of soapy bubbles on his skin as your lips moved over him. You grazed your fingertips along his sensitive skin, as he involuntarily bucked his hips up into your hand, soft moan coming from his throat.

His fingertips dug into your skin. “Do you,” he breathed. “D’you want to get out of the tub? The water’s getting cold.”

You hummed against him, not stopping the motions of your hands under the water. “What do you say we do after then?”

A quick tug at your hips had him bringing your attention back to his face. One of his hands nudged the bottom of your chin, further tilting your head up to his. “Going to take you to bed.”

You were both quick, not too quick as to not slip on the bottom of the tub, to get out and drain the water. Harry had wrapped a big warm towel around your shoulders, rubbing at your arms as he hugged you from behind.

His hips were pressing tightly into your backside, a quiet grunt was heard from him as you pushed back into his hardening cock. With his arms around you, he dipped his head down to quickly find your neck with his lips, gracing it with a smattering of kisses.

“Harry,” you murmured, tightening the towel around your shoulders. Watching him through the mirror, you brought a hand up to brush through his hair. “Harry,” you called, tugging lightly on the strands to get his attention.

“Sunshine,” he mumbled against the skin of your neck, arms tightening around your middle. You felt him pressing hard against your bum, teeth nipping into your skin over your shoulder.

“Thought you said something about taking me to bed.”

He took you off guard, spinning you around in his arms so that your backside was pressed against the ledge of the bathroom counter. He glanced at you with a glint in his eyes. “We have to get dried off first.”

His hands rested over yours, easily having you release the towel from your hold as instead he grabbed the soft material. Dragging the fabric over your back, letting the front fall open as his gaze fell along with the towel.

Bending at his knees slightly, dipping his head down to kiss over water drops that were running down your chest. You held your breath, already feeling wetness pool where you knew he was headed, and you were growing slightly impatient.

He fully dropped down to his knees, letting the towel fall down to your legs along with him. His towel covered hands ran along your calves, moving up over your knees in small motions. You glanced down at him, watching as he focused on ever small drop of water covering your skin.

“So soft,” he murmured, one hand skimming and pulling over the skin of your thighs. He brought his other hand with the towel to brush over the swell of your ass, gripping and releasing the skin a few times in his hand before letting the towel fall to the ground and wrapping both hands around your hips.

You couldn’t keep your eyes away from him, surprisingly not feeling cold as you usually did when you got out of a bath or shower. He wrapped a hand around your hip to pull you closer to him, one of your hands still resting against the bathroom counter. His other hand slowly smoothed around your inner thigh, pulling on the soft flesh as he prompted you to part your legs wider for him.

He leaned in closer, pressing a single kiss to your inner thigh with lingering lips. The simple motion had you in a frenzy, your heart starting to beat faster in your chest as you could practically hear his thought process.

In the time you had been together, although still quite short, you had quickly learned Harry’s affinity for getting a taste of you. Whether it was slow and deep as he edged you on, or quick and wet to bring you to a quick orgasm, he seemed to continuously enjoy going down on you.

Which was no surprise when he glanced up at you with a stupid little smile, telling you “I think I have to dry you off with my mouth.”

The comment was a completely ridiculous concept, but you didn’t have a chance to tell him as he nudged you against the counter, keeping your thighs parted with one hand and leant in to plant a kiss over your clit.

Wrapping a hand around your thigh, with the other pushing against your folds to part them further as he teased over you with his fingertips. Kissing over you once more, his tongue poked out from parted lips to flick over the sensitive bit of nerves.

You knew you were wet, had been before he had touched you and obviously, he knew it too, but it still sent a warmth through your tummy when Harry muttered “don’t think you’re just wet from the bath, angel.”

You whined into the air, not having the capacity to think of anything to say back to him as he licked over your slit, finding wetness pooling at your entrance. You jolted under his touch when he moved his tongue back up to your clit, lips circling around it with light flicks with the tip of his tongue.

A hand landed in his hair, gripping on his tightly when he dragged his fingers around your sensitive inner thigh and to where you wanted to feel them. As much as he liked to get a taste of you, he liked to tease you.

Keeping light movements over your clit, his tongue darted down to circle around your entrance once more with a muffled moan when you whined his name. Pulling back for a second, be placed a light kiss over your clit as you spoke a broken call for him once again, before he was pushing a finger inside of you.

As much as he liked to tease you, he loved to give you what you wanted just as much.

It was rushed, and messy, and just like two people who wanted to feel the other as much as they could, far too desperate for the other.

He had you gripping the countertop tightly with on hand, the other hanging on for dear life in his hair. You could feel the beginning of the burn in the pit of your stomach, and you tugged on him just a bit harder to grab his attention. “Harry,” you whined, repeating his name again.

Humming against you, he moved his mouth over to the fleshy inside of your thigh and bit over the skin with a wet kiss. “What’s that?”

“Take me to bed,” you breathed, wanting nothing more than to feel him inside of you. “Fuck me.”

He gazed up at you for a moment, dark eyes meeting yours before peppering another kiss over your thigh. Moving up slightly, slowly lifting himself from his spot kneeled between you. Grazing light touches over your hipbone, over your stomach, over your breast.

Pressing your palms against his shoulder, pushing him back slightly as you searched for one of his hands to grab. He easily complied to you as you pushed off the counter, sidestepping Harry as you pulled him by the arm.

He wrapped that arm around your chest, standing behind you as he let you lead him out of the washroom. Walking you to his bed with his arm swung around your front, keeping your back pressed closely against him while messily kissing the side of your face.

Blindly finding his bed, you turned and fell out of Harry’s grasp as you let yourself fall onto the soft comforter. You were both slightly damp, but neither of you cared.

Moving until your head rested by the pillows at the head of the bed, Harry didn’t follow over you right away, and instead walked around the mattress to stand by the side.

“C’mere,” you spoke quietly reaching out to grab hold of his hand.

He met the edge of mattress as you pulled him closer to you, wanting to feel him over you. He held your gaze with a slight grin, biting his lips before leaning down towards you and murmuring, “not going to fuck you,” his breath sent goosebumps all over your neck. “Gonna make love to you.”

“Come here.” You repeated, grabbing his hand and tugging him down as he let out a small laugh while he fell over you. His lips landed over the crook of your neck, as your legs parted to make room for him over you.

“That’s it,” he hummed over your skin, pushing his hips against yours as his lips danced over your skin and his hands roamed your sides. “D’you want me like this?”

You whined into the air, his palm smoothing over your breast as he pinched your nipple between his fingers and brought his mouth to yours.

“Yes,” you paused, hugging his waist with your thighs as you hooked a leg over his ass to push him further against you. “Just like this.”

His lips fell from your mouth, forehead pressing into your cheek. You could feel him over your folds, nudging his hips up so that his tip pushed over your clit. Involuntarily spreading your thighs wider for him, you whimpered at the light contact.

Impatient, you brushed your hand down from his shoulder and over his hips, reaching for his cock between the two of you to help slip him in. Rising his head from the crook of your neck, he glanced at you with a lazy smirk when you gripped his length in your palm.

Running him over you, you let one of your knees hit the mattress as he slowly inched inside of you. Each letting out sounds in unison; you a breathy moan at the feeling of him filling you and him a quick grunt as he bucked into you.

“Every fuckin’ time,” he groaned, lips mouthing against your jaw.

He gripped your thigh in one hand, fingertips digging into the skin as he hooked your leg tighter around him. Hugging him with your legs, you urged him to keep moving as the slow grinds into your hips were driving you crazy.

He seemed to feel the same way, pulling back and fucking into you harder each time. He had your head nudging the pillow under your head, your fingers holding on for deal life in his hair and you were moaning up against his jaw.

He was unable to go long without having his mouth on yours, stealing sloppy kisses as his hips pumped into yours with muttered praises along the lines of “such a pretty cunt,” and “taking me in so good.”

The way his lips grazed over your earlobe as he spoke, the way he let you hear every moan and whimper that left his lips, the way he spoke to you with a deep low drawl made you whine into the air with nothing but desire for him.

Having him so desperately and passionately made you feel drunk, like you were going to float off the bed. That is, if the feeling of your hips digging into the mattress with ever pound of his hips, and his weight over and inside of you was not making you bite your lip so hard at the sheer intensity of it.

“You feel good?” He posed it as a question this time, lifting his head from where he was biting into your neck as his nose nudged yours.

You repeated his words from before with a nod, a throaty moan when you met his eyes. “Every time.”

He groaned over you, catching your mouth in a kiss. “Love fucking you –”

You were pushed up on the mattress again, the pillow bending oddly under your head but it was the last thing on your mind right now. His hand smoothed over the side of your face, caressing your forehead lightly – a contrast to the fast and sinful pumps of his cock inside of you.

Blinking your eyes shut, you were surprised to find a damp coldness caught in your eyelashes. Realizing the small tears – only out of happiness – lining your waterline as you quickly blinked again.

He stole a kiss from your mouth, as you lifted your head up to meet him hallway. “Love making love with you –”

His hand left your hair, instead reaching up to grip the headboard with a quick desperation. Your head fell back against the pillow, a strangled moan past your lips as all you could do was nod in agreement. You raised your hand from his shoulder, reaching back as you blindly searched for where his hand had his tight hold over the worn wood. Covering the pack of his hand with your palm, both of you holding for dear life as you grew more desperate to cum.

“Oh –” you arched your back against him, meeting his movements halfway. His other hand was still holding a firm hold around your thigh, hitting a new deepness when your hips met up with his. “Like that – again.”

“Yeah?” His breath fanned over your chinned, his hair falling down over his forehead as his pace was unrelenting. “Wanna give it to you – fuck,” he cut himself off, feeling you squeeze him tighter. “Please tell me your close.”

You dug your nails into the skin of his back, calling his name into the air as his lips found your neck. “Yeah,” you voice was breathy, distant. “Just a bit more.”

He was hitting the perfect spot inside of you, repeatedly making you see stars. His hand unwrapped from your hip, sneaking between both your bodies as his fingers quickly found your clit. Collecting wetness from where you connected, then met the sensitive bundle with messy but effective strokes.

You loved every kind of sex with him – slow and passionate or like now, quick and both desperate for each other that neither of you cared it didn’t take very long to get there.

You were pushing your hips to his, gripping for dear life on his hand over the headboard while call after call of his name left your mouth.

“Love you,” he whimpered, lifting his head with a nudge of his chin over yours. “I love you.”

You felt as if your eyes were rolling into the back of your head. He felt so incredibly deep and close to you. Confessions of love over your mouth had your stomach flip and your core clenching around him. You realized you had never had a partner tell you they loved you during sex, you had never felt this intimately close to anyone in your life.

“Love you more –” the end of your sentence was cut off by your own moan.

Meeting your release around him, whimpering his name against his skin as he was unrelenting over you. Your hips bucked with his movements, pushing yourself against his hand that paid attention to your clit. It was all for too overwhelming, mixed with the confessions of love that ran through your head.

Your motions were getting slower, the hard pumps of his hips over yours the last bit of what he needed. Barely getting the chance to warn you, a quick breath of “I’m coming –” over your ear before he was pushing everything he had inside of you.

His hand let go of the headboard along with yours, flipping your palm in his to interlocked your hands over the duvet cover. He was muttering endless praise to you, endless breaths of your name as you both came down from your highs together.

With his chest pressed against yours, he gazed up at you with heart shaped eyes. He bit his smile down, a little laugh leaving past his lips as you raised a hand from his bicep to push his hair out of his face. You kissed his smile, his mouth easily opening for you as you both savoured the other in a brief calm moment.

He kissed the side of your cheek, leaving a small trail as he kissed over the corner of your eyes, not doubt noticing the small wet patches from the small tears that escaped your eyes in the overwhelming intimacy.

He didn’t say anything right away, but you could see the corners of his lips curve to a light smile. “You okay?”

A slow nod, you took a heavy swallow to help your dry throat before speaking. “Yeah, I just,” you paused, searching for the right words. “It’s never been like that. I’ve never… felt like that.”

He was silent for a moment, watching you intently. “In a good way,” you quickly added. “In the best way.”

“I know,” he muttered against your mouth, pushing himself up over you as you unhooked your ankles from around his thighs to let him move off of you. Withdrawing from inside of you, you could already feel him making a small mess over the crest of your thighs but you didn’t care, that was a problem for later.

You let out a breathless sigh, grazing his cheek with your fingertips as you watched his eyes flick over every inch of your face. Slowly lowering his face once more, pressing a soft but firm kiss over the corner of your lips.

He fell to his side, lying on his hip with his up half still supported over top of you. “Think I love you even more after that.”

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Mending Us Pt 1

Harry quickly fell asleep that night and easily stayed asleep until the next morning. While he would usually get up and out of bed as soon as he’d wake, Harry stayed in bed that morning, holding Lily. He was completely content doing so, and knew Lily wouldn’t complain about cuddling the morning away either.

Lily stayed asleep longer than she would have had Harry left the bed. But instead, she was still wrapped up in his arms all nice and cozy. Finn was also taking advantage of his parents both staying in bed later than usual.

Harry took his time waking up, moving as little as possible so he wouldn’t disturb Lily or even Finn who was still at the bottom of the bed. Harry always appreciated whenever Finn let them sleep in but knew it’d be soon that he’d be asking for his breakfast.

Lily groaned softly as she turned on her side and into Harry’s chest, humming a little before letting out a sigh as she settled into the blankets again. She was on the verge of waking up, but not quite ready.

Harry shifted with Lily onto his side, holding her securely in both of his arms and resting his chin lightly against the top of her head. He couldn’t help his smile that formed upon hearing her tired groans, knowing his Lily would never be a morning person.

Lily breathed in Harry’s scent from her place nestled in his neck; the smell a mix of their body wash and also sex. A tired smile came to her lips before she was sleepily pressing them to his neck.

Harry had a sleepy smile feeling Lily’s lips on his neck, which is when he realized that she was awake. “Is my lovey up?” he asked softly, tracing his fingers along her spine.

Lily’s back arched slightly at the tickling sensation of his fingers on her spine. “Barely,” she mumbled groggily. Her arms slid further around Harry before growing slack once more.

Harry rested his hand against Lily’s skin when she leaned away from the initial touch. “I can tell,” he smiled a bit, laying his head down and closing his eyes so they could continue to wake up together.

Lily kept her eyes closed, not about to fall back asleep, but not quite ready to wake up either. This almost felt like a dream. It’d been so long since she’d gotten to wake up with Harry like this instead of being woken up by an alarm or finding an empty bed. She didn’t want it to end.

Harry would be happy to take all morning to wake up with Lily, or to have another full lazy, cuddly day. Thankfully Harry always tried to work slightly ahead of schedule so he planned to set work aside again, and hoped it wouldn’t become too much of a problem later on. “How’d you sleep, babe?”

Lily simply hummed in response at first until she managed to put together a proper answer. “Splendid, love. Haven’t slept that good in a while,” she murmured. “So warm.”

He was very happy to hear Lily’s answer, having felt the same; he hadn’t gotten that good of a sleep in forever, it seemed like. “Good, lovey. I’m glad,” he said, rubbing his hand slowly along her back.

Lily placed a few more lazy kisses to his neck before nuzzling her nose against it. “What about you, babes?” she asked, though she suspected his answer.

Harry held Lily closer with each kiss she gave him, his hand flat against the small of her back. “I slept really good,” he nodded and smiled small, “And I could really get used to not getting up to do work in the morning and cuddling here with you instead.”

Lily’s mood dimmed a little at the reminder that this was no longer the norm. “Sundays,” she requested. “At least give us Sundays like this.” They could spare one morning for this, couldn’t they?

Harry looked down at Lily. He could never say no to her. Plus, the plan seemed completely feasible. It was the least he could do. “Sundays it is.”

Lily pulled her head back and laid it properly on the pillow so she could see him. “Promise?” she asked in barely more than a whisper.

Harry’s gaze was on Lily fully and he took a moment to think before nodding; he didn’t want to make a promise that he couldn’t keep. “I promise,” he told her, gently squeezing her hip.

Lily got nervous when it took a moment for Harry to respond, used to him usually being more confident. She gave him a small smile, though, and lifted her head so she could give him a sweet kiss.

Harry returned the slight smile before the kiss, closing the space between them. Harry thought it might take a bit to get back to their normal selves, but thought they were already doing much better than they were a day or two ago.

Lily pulled back, but stayed closer than before. She laid there quietly for a few moments, fingers tracing nonsensical patterns along his back. “What do you say to fixing breakfast together? Maybe pancakes?” It’d been a while with Harry usually fixing his own breakfast before she even woke up; so Lily typically did something small and quick.

Harry gently brushed Lily’s hair back as he looked down at her, able to tell she was thinking about something. He quickly nodded at her suggestion. “I would love to. Think we’ve got some fruit in there as well, we could fix that up.”

“Mmm,” Lily smiled. “That sounds delicious.” Too bad it was still too cold to enjoy their breakfast together in the garden. They’d have to move Harry’s things and eat at the table. “Kinda don’t want to get out of bed until the little fluffball decides he’s hungry. He never lets us stay in bed this long without feeding him,” she giggled.

Harry glanced down at Finn with a smile, careful not to move too much. He didn’t want to jinx it and potentially wake the little guy up. “I know, I thought he’d be up a while ago… I’m glad he let us sleep in together,” he said, laying his head back down on the pillow.

“I think our baby missed this, too,” Lily mused. Finn would try to be close to Harry and try to get his attention, but it wasn’t the same. Lily was the one who played with him when he got the zoomies and she was the one curled up with the fuzzy blanket on the couch while she worked on wedding things.

“Me too. He looks really cozy down there,” Harry smiled a little. He very much missed their lazy days when all three of them would be snuggled up together on the couch.

Lily returned her attention to Harry. She could see his clean-shaven, baby face easier now in the morning sunlight. His skin was golden, even despite the fact that it was winter which is something Lily was very much jealous of. Though the morning sun did help. One of her hands moved from his back to instead lightly trace over his features. First brushing over his cheekbones and then down his nose to trace his Cupid’s bow.

Harry pulled the blankets up as he wasn’t ready to get out of bed just yet. He was fully distracted by Lily, though, as she began to trace his skin. He just watched and let her do as she pleased, a smile forming at her obvious focus. “Love you,” he murmured, kissing the pad of her finger when it arrived at his lips.

Lily smiled softly as she gently pulled his bottom lip down with her finger before cupping his chin. “Love you, too. More than anything,” she replied, eyes flicking up to his. “Crazy how much I love you.” It was overwhelming sometimes.

Harry smiled more and more with each word. He felt exactly the same. He’d tell her a million times over if Lily wanted him to, and she knew that too, but instead he leaned forward to kiss her slowly, letting it linger.

Lily’s eyes slipped closed and she melted into the kiss before going for another. Her body felt like it was overflowing with love for Harry and she didn’t know what else to do.

They’d gone through a lot the past few months. Harry didn’t think there was a better way to spend a Sunday morning, or while waiting for their Finn to wake up, than this, finally taking the time to be close to one another again. The kisses didn’t stop and Harry didn’t want them to, his hand at the back of her neck.

“I can’t wait to marry you,” Lily got out between kisses. It felt like ages since they’d talked about their wedding day in a dreamy way. Sure, the planning was stressful, but when it came down to it, Lily couldn’t be more excited. They’d both been wanting it for so long.

Harry traced his fingers along Lily’s skin, keeping her close. He couldn’t have agreed with her more. “I’d so marry you right now if I could,” he smiled against her lips, moving his hand down to her hip, “Cannot wait for our wedding day, darling. Gonna be perfect.”

Lily giggled softly and booped him on the nose. “No. If only because we’ve put too much work into this wedding,” she laughed. “Plus, I want all our family and friends there celebrating with us. That’s what’s going to make it so perfect.”

Harry smiled as he pulled away a little, looking down at her. “Could not agree more,” he returned the boop to her nose, “Then our honeymoooon.”

Lily flopped onto her back with a dramatic sigh. “Italy,” she grinned dreamily before turning her head to look to Harry. “Can’t believe we’re doing it.” It’d been another country they’d talked about wanting to visit and Lily had been absolutely giddy when they’d booked their flights and romantic villa.

Harry smiled watching Lily, bringing his hand around to rest on her stomach. “I know. We’ve been talking about it for so long,” he rubbed his thumb against her skin, “Absolutely can’t wait.”

“You’re just excited for all the pasta,” Lily teased, resting her hand on top of his. She’d be lying though if she said she wasn’t excited for the food. “We’ll just have pasta and wine delivered to the villa every day.”

“Sounds like a plan to me. Won’t even have to leave the villa,” Harry joked with a smile, slipping his free hand underneath his pillow. He was looking forward to their vacation with finally no worries of wedding planning or school.

“Just sex, pasta, wine, repeat,” Lily nodded before giggling. It sounded like an absolute fantasy, especially considering their life recently. They probably wouldn’t know what to do with that much freedom and alone time honestly.

Harry laughed. “I’m completely on board with that.” They’d have their list of things they’d like to do in Italy before going, but he knew they both wanted, and deserved, some time to relax as well. Just then, Harry noticed Finn began to stir, giving a big yawn and stretch when he stood. “Uh oh. Cuddly guy is up.”

Lily glanced down to find Finn waking up. “Well good morning, sleepy baby. Come here,” she lightly patted the small space between her and Harry. Maybe they could distract him and gain a few more minutes in bed before he was demanding breakfast.

Finn listened and crawled up in the space between them, flopping over to lay belly up. He was looking for some cuddles, mere seconds after waking up from a very deep sleep. “Hi Finny,” Harry said softly, giving him the belly rubs he clearly wanted, “Looks like you slept good.”

Lily laughed at Finn’s unashamed begging for belly rubs. “The whole family is just having a good sleep and enjoying some snuggles, huh?” she cooed with a grin.

Harry laughed. “It’s been a while. We’re all deprived,” he said with a soft smile, happy to finally give Finn all the attention that he wanted. Harry felt bad that he hadn’t been able to do exactly that lately.

Lily smiled down at the cat as he nuzzled closer to Harry, rubbing the top of his head against him. “I think Finny has really missed his dad. Look at him.” She really wished she knew where her phone was right now so she could take a video, but she didn’t want to disturb Finn by moving to grab Harry’s. So, she just enjoyed the moment.

Harry couldn’t keep from smiling, not when Finn was nuzzling up to him the way that he was. “I think so…I missed my Finny, too,” Harry spoke as if Finn understood, moving his pets up to his chest, “Gonna be a cuddle-filled day, yeah?”

Lily loved seeing Harry so happy and couldn’t keep herself from leaning over Finn to place a kiss to his forehead. Someday this would be them with their child between them and just the thought made Lily’s heart melt.

Harry looked to Lily with a smile before pouting his lips for one more kiss, Finn still between them. The morning had been incredible already and it only had Harry wishing all mornings could be like this.

Lily gave Harry a proper kiss, but Finn was not having it. She felt his paw on her chin and pulled back to find him trying to bat her away. “Excuse me?” she giggled. “Can we not share him?”

Harry was surprised at first, but it quickly turned into a laugh watching Finn push Lily away. “Finny!” he playfully scolded with a chuckle before looking to Lily. “Sorry, babe… guess I’m all Finn’s today,” he teased.

Lily sighed. “You were all mine yesterday, so I guess it’s fair,” she allowed, a playful smile on her lips. “Little stinker.”

“That was funny, Finny.” Harry smiled down at him. But soon, Finn was nibbling at Harry’s hands instead of enjoying the pets like he had been. “Finally time for breakfast?”

“I think so or it looks like dad might become breakfast,” Lily raised her brows at Harry. She carefully climbed out of bed and gave a good stretch before going to find her robe. She needed to take a proper shower after so much time lying in bed, but that could wait until after breakfast. “Come on, Finny. Let’s eat,” She called, tying her robe around her as she made her way out of the room.

“I wouldn’t be very tasty, Finny.” Harry playfully warned before getting out of bed, Finn following right behind Lily as she called him to the kitchen. Harry pulled on underwear, not taking much longer to join them and find Finn waiting at his bowl.

Lily scooped out food for Finn and placed it in his bowl, giving him a little scratch on the head before standing to put the scoop away. Then it was time for their own breakfast. “What do you say to some music while we cook?” she asked Harry, getting down a bowl for the pancake batter.

“Of course, darling.” Harry left briefly only to return with his phone. “Any special requests or our usual playlist?” He asked, and while he waited, began to clear his things for school off of the table and place them out of the way.

Lily shrugged once Harry returned, “Whatever you’re feeling.” She got to work on making the pancake batter and heating up the skillet.

Harry put on their usual songs and set his phone on the counter. He grabbed what fruit they had so that he could cut it up. “Want help with the pancakes at all?”

Lily looked over to Harry after pouring the first pancake. “Would you mind flipping them? You’re always better than me,” she smiled sheepishly.

Harry looked to Lily in between cutting fruit and smiled. “Nonsense, lovey! I think you do them perfectly,” he told her with a grin, but as soon as it was time to flip the first pancake, he was standing over in front of the stove to do so.

Lily smiled when Harry was next to her and moved to the side so he could flip it. Of course, he’d do it despite his brushing off of her compliment. While he did that, she started their coffee.

Harry took over the pancakes once the fruit was all cut up, grabbing plates for them in the meantime. “Anything you wanted to do today, lovey, or just cuddles at home?” Harry was completely okay with the latter, but didn’t know if Lily had anything in mind.

Lily took the bowl of cut up fruit and placed it on the kitchen table before returning to wash the knife and cutting board Harry had used. She paused at his question and looked at him in slight disbelief. “Wait…you’re really taking the day off?” she asked. “Can you?” She figured he still had assignments due tonight that he needed to get done.

Harry looked over to Lily. He should’ve known she was going to be surprised at the mention of a free day, but it didn’t occur to him. He just knew that he told Lily he was going to make more time for them, and he was sticking to that. “If that’s okay with you, yeah?” he looked down to flip a pancake. “I usually work ahead, so…everything due by the end of the weekend, or tonight I guess, I’ve got finished already.”

An elated smile took over Lily’s face and she wrapped her arms around him, squeezing him tightly from behind. “Oh, Harry. I’d absolutely love that.” Sure, she’d believed that he would keep his promise to make more time for them, but she hadn’t expected a whole day with her lovey so soon.

Harry smiled bigger at Lily’s reaction. All he ever wanted was to make her happy. “I told you I was going to make more time for my lovey, didn’t I?” he teased with a grin, reaching for the plates with her arms still around him and giving them each a few pancakes.

Lily scattered five quick kisses across the back of his shoulders. “I just didn’t expect it so soon,” she confessed. She loosened her grip on him as she stepped back and held his hips for a few moments. Then she moved to get the butter and syrup to place on the table for them.

Harry nodded and turned off the stove once he was finished, grabbing both plates. “I make things happen, baby,” he spoke with a smile as he walked over to the table, setting the plates and silverware down. “Thanks for suggesting breakfast, lovey. We needed this.”

Lily filled up their favorite mugs which were thankfully clean and carried them over, setting Harry’s down in front of him and giving him a quick kiss. “Agreed.” She went to sit across from him. “Thank you for taking over the pancakes.” She scraped off some butter to spread over her pancakes and then held the knife out to Harry.

Harry kissed Lily before sitting down, taking the knife from her. “No problem, darling. You make the best coffee anyways,” he smiled softly, putting some butter and syrup on his pancakes before taking a bite.

“I’ve had lots of practice,” Lily laughed softly. She borrowed the syrup after Harry, not putting on too much, and then dug in. The fruit on the side was a brilliant idea and she took little pieces between every few bites of pancakes. “What would you like to do? You’re the one that’s mostly been trapped at work and home.”

Harry smiled and thought about Lily’s question as he took more bites. He didn’t realize just how hungry he was, but they had spent a long while in bed. “Well… I’d like to shower. I don’t know, I’m fine with cuddling and relaxing,” he gave a little shrug and looked down. “Think it’s too cold for a walk or something?”

Lily nodded, “I need a shower as well.” She glanced toward the window as she took a sip of coffee. “We could bundle up and take a short walk at the park. Then come back and cuddle under blankets.”

Harry nodded looking at Lily. “We could do that if you’re up to it.” The cold was neither one of their favorites, but they had been stuck in the house a lot lately.

As long as Lily had plenty of layers on and was close to Harry’s side, she’d be fine. She made quick work of her pancakes and then nibbled on bits and pieces of fruit.

Harry worked on the fruit with Lily until it was gone and then he was left with just his coffee, taking sips while he piled their empty dishes. “I’ll take care of all this when we get back later, love,” he told Lily, picking up the dishes to put in the sink.

Lily shook her head and mumbled an “Mm-Mm” around her mouthful of coffee. “We’ll do it together,” she insisted. It honestly would take no time at all since all they needed to clean were their plates, the two bowls, and the skillet. Lily could wash and Harry could dry or vice versa.

Harry thought Lily might protest, causing him to look at her with a slight pout once he set the dishes in the sink. “Lilyyyyy… I just want to shower with you,” he whined.

Lily laughed at his ridiculous reaction as well as his clear misunderstanding. “I meant later. I am more than ready for a shower with you,” she assured him. She stood up with their empty mugs and placed them into the sink, then leaned over and kissed his pout.

“Oh.” Harry laughed, that pout immediately going away once he got his kiss. “Come on then,” he took both of Lily’s hands once they were unoccupied, leading her towards their bathroom. He only let go so he could start the water and grab towels for both of them.

Lily laughed even more as he eagerly took her to the bathroom. “Babes…we took a shower last night together. Why are we so much more eager this morning?” she asked, just watching him prep everything.

Harry was fully focused on getting the water temperature perfect for Lily, but laughed at the question. “I don’t have a real reason. I got a good night’s sleep. I have a lot of energy now,” he looked back over as he tested the water once more, “Plus I love showering with you. It’s one of my favorites.”

Lily leaned against the counter, arms lightly crossed over her chest and brows raised slightly. “Lots of energy, huh.” She’d be lying if she said she wasn’t happy to hear that, though, after months of Harry looking so drained and exhausted. Her features softened and she smiled back at him. “It’s one of my favorites, too.”

Harry stood up straight once he got everything ready and turned to Lily with a smile. He took a few steps closer and gently tapped the tip of her nose with his finger. “The shower is ready for you, my love.”

Lily scrunched up her nose and then stood up, eyes still on Harry as she undid the tie on her robe and then let it fall from her shoulders. She hung it up on the back of the door and then slipped into the shower.

Of course, Harry watched it all; even after all this time being together, he was never able to resist looking Lily up and down when she was in front of him like that, or even when she was clothed, or in her comfiest pajamas. He was not ashamed to say he’d check her out any opportunity he got. He redirected himself, sliding his boxers off and stepping into the shower after her.

Lily stepped under the water and turned to face Harry as he joined her, head tilted back to wet her hair. She just smiled at the sight of him and had no shame in looking him up and down as well.

Harry stood aside while Lily took her turn under the water, grinning as he watched her gaze. “Hey… you can’t check me out, I’m checking you out,” he joked with a smile, pushing his hair out of his face.

“But why can’t we do it at the same time?” Lily asked, ringing her hair out before she stepped out of the way so Harry could get under the water.

Harry switched spots with Lily and ran his hands through his hair to get it wet. It always felt good to have his shower in the morning. “Just joking,” he admitted with a soft smile.

Lily should’ve been putting shampoo in her hair but that was an impossible task when Harry was showering like that. His arm muscles flexed as his fingers ran through his wet curls. Water racing down his tattooed torso.

Harry peeked at Lily, one eye open with a cheeky grin on his lips as he saw her staring back at him. “Am I putting on a good enough show?” He smiled, reaching for Lily’s body wash.

Lily merely nodded at first, not embarrassed at having been caught. “I know we just showered together last night and bathed each other, but…it’s been a while since I’ve gotten to really watch you.” It was no secret that she was obsessed with Harry’s body, every inch of it. And this was the perfect opportunity to admire all of it and in an even sexier setting.

Harry nodded. They were as obsessed with each other as they were when they first got together. “It has, yeah. Well… would it be okay if you did that while I bathed you again?” he asked, holding the bottle up.

Lily glanced to the bottle and then back to Harry. “Please tell me there’ll be more than just bathing,” she requested quite bluntly. They’d been together for years; there was no reason to beat around the bush.

Harry’s brows raised a little but he was more than happy to go along with Lily’s request, always wanting more of her, too. He took steps closer to her and leaned down so their lips were brushing, a small smile on his own. “Or… I could skip the bathing for now.”

Lily tilted her head up to meet Harry halfway and her hands came up to rest on his biceps, running over the bulky muscle he worked so hard for. “That’s a good idea, too,” she nodded slightly. “We’ve got all day to bathe.”

Lily’s answer had him smiling a bit. “I like the sound of that better.” He looked away only for a moment to set the body wash back down, seeing as how they wouldn’t be needing it anytime soon. Then he was standing back up in front of Lily, connecting their lips easily and resting his hands at her waist.

Lily let out a soft moan when Harry’s lips found hers and her hands slid up until her arms wrapped around his neck, bringing her body close to his. Being naked and being pressed against Harry was one thing, but being wet added a whole new layer of hot to it.

Harry leaned down to meet Lily in the middle for their kisses. His hands held her hips, guiding her back until she was pressed between his body and the wall. It was always so effortless for them to fall back into their rhythm and to know exactly what the other needed.

Lily inhaled sharply when her back hit the cool tile and she arched further into Harry. One of her hands tangled into his curls while the other ran back down his neck to his chest. Meanwhile Lily’s hips had a mind of their own as they gently rolled forward.

Harry pressed himself against Lily, feeling the roll of her hips and not hesitating to reciprocate the movement. His hands sprawled along Lily’s sides and his lips were parted as he left kisses all across her jaw.

While last night might have been dragged out and slow as they eased back into being intimate with each other again, that was definitely not the case now. Lily tilted her head back against the wall, already breathing a little heavier. Her hips continued to roll towards Harry’s, a little more desperately now.

Harry focused on all of Lily’s sweet spots as their hips rolled in sync. He had quickly gotten hard and although it was more difficult to tell being in the shower where everything was wet, it appeared Lily was warmed up as well. “Do you want any foreplay, love?” He pulled away just enough to get the question out, but couldn’t go long enough to wait for an answer before kissing her mouth again.

Lily opened her mouth to respond, but it was quickly occupied by Harry’s. He clearly wasn’t going to part from her long enough for her to say anything and Lily didn’t really want him to. So, instead she answered him by sliding her leg up and hooking it around his hip. Hopefully that was enough to answer his question.

Harry quickly caught onto Lily’s alternative way to respond, so glad because he was so eager. He pulled away to look down and line themselves up; his head nuzzled into her neck, lips parted, and his hand on her leg to keep it supported around his waist. He shifted his hips forward to slide into her when they were both ready, his mouth dropping in a silent moan.

Lily rested her head on top of Harry’s, feeling his warm breath on her chest with every pant. Her grip on his hair tightened when he finally slid in, a bit easier than he had the night prior, and she moaned with no restraint. The shower would at least cover up some of their noises. “So good,” she breathed out.

The feeling of Lily around Harry and her fingers in his hair had him moaning. He picked his head up only to rest his forehead close to hers, wanting to be able to see not only them moving together but Lily’s expressions, too. “So good, darling,” he repeated in a moan, staying still for a moment when he filled her completely.

Lily caught his lips for another heated kiss, not able to get enough of him. “Would it be easier if both of my legs were around you?” she breathed. With their height difference, the angle wasn’t their usual, but it felt good all the same.

Harry kissed her, his breathing already having picked up due to the pleasure. “We can do that, yeah.” Reluctantly, Harry was pulling out of Lily but only so he could pick her up, his hands at her sides to lift her, “Let me know once you’re comfortable.”

Lily moved her arms back around Harry’s neck to help support her as she jumped a little, wrapping her other leg around Harry with his help. Once she was situated, she nodded. “All good.” She also kinda liked that the height difference was now reversed.

Harry supported Lily, both hands underneath her thighs while she got comfortable. “Good,” he smiled. He gave her one more kiss before reaching between them to align themselves again, but let Lily control it more now that she was in a position that allowed her to.

Once Lily felt Harry’s tip inside of her, she rolled her hips down to take more of him in. “Oh yeah, much better,” she laughed breathlessly. She didn’t hesitate to lift herself back up and roll down again, slowly setting up a pace for them.

Harry laughed with her, but that soon was overwhelmed by the pleasure Lily gave him once she started moving. He helped to lift Lily each time, unable to take his gaze off of her as she moved so perfectly on top of him.

Lily once again tilted her head back against the tile, a satisfied smile on her face at the pleasure. Add on the way their bodies slid so effortlessly against each other.

Harry took over again and began to thrust his hips upward into Lily, willing to do anything to keep that satisfied expression on her face. Moans of Lily’s name were frequently leaving his mouth, fingertips pressing into her bum and thighs as he held her up.

Lily opened her eyes and looked down at Harry at the sound of her name, her smile growing even wider. And that knot in her stomach growing tighter at the sight of him in so much pleasure.

Between their quickened pace and how good Lily was making him feel, Harry could tell he was getting closer. He pressed his chest against Lily’s while thrusting upwards, his head on her shoulder when he wasn’t pressing kisses to her jaw.

“Fuck, babes, you look so hot,” Lily breathed. She thought he was the sexiest thing in the world when they were together like this. All of his muscles tensing with each thrust, his beautiful lips parted, and that little crinkle between his eyebrows.

Harry lifted his head to look at Lily. He was grinning at the compliment, panting still and face in complete pleasure. “Me? Wish you could see yourself.” How she looked on top of him and held onto him, that pleasured smile that was very apparent this time around. Not to mention her moans and whines, which could easily do him in if he’d let them.

Of course, he wouldn’t just accept the compliment, but Lily wasn’t about to argue. She just shook her head with a smile and pressed her forehead to his. It was getting harder to talk anyways, let alone come up with a comeback, when she was this deep in pleasure. Just a change in the angle of her hips had her clit getting some much-needed attention and that about did it for her, a whine ripping up her throat.

Harry smiled, knowing Lily would’ve pressed the compliment further if they both weren’t mere seconds away from their orgasms. He watched Lily suddenly reach hers and the loud whine alone was enough to push him over the edge, releasing into her. “Lily. So good, darling,” he moaned, resting his forehead on her shoulder while he kept his hips moving.

Lily gasped loudly at the feel of Harry releasing on top of her own orgasm. Her hips bucked more than rolled as she rode it out. She couldn’t speak until she had started to come down. “Shit. I didn’t mean to let go so suddenly.” Normally she had more control than that.

Harry slowly decreased the friction on her clit so that they could come down gradually. His brows were knit, cheeks rosy, and breathing heavy. “That’s okay, babes. It was so hot. You’re so hot,” his eyes closed as his head rested against her, knowing he needed to cool down.

Lily giggled softly and reached up to gently brush back his wet curls before placing a kiss to his forehead. “Right back at you, my love,” she murmured, lips still brushing his skin.

Harry lifted his head for a brief kiss, slowly moving one hand from underneath her thigh to rest behind Lily on the wall. “That was fun,” he smiled, looking at her.

Lily returned the kiss and then rested her head back, smiling softly down at Harry and gently scratching his scalp. “Glad I postponed bathing then?” she teased playfully before nodding. “But it was. I like when we’re desperate and greedy sometimes.”

Harry smiled, leaning against her. “Very glad,” he easily admitted with a nod. “And tired now,” he laughed a little, leaning his head against his arm.

Lily laughed softly. “How about you put me down and we switch this to a bath?” she offered. They could still bathe each other, just while sitting.

Harry nodded. “I like that idea.” He stood up straighter and slowly let Lily down, keeping a hold on her while she got her footing on the shower floor.

Lily lifted herself up using what strength she had left in her thighs so Harry slipped out and then she lowered her legs to the shower floor. Once she was settled, she reached around Harry to change the water from the shower head to the faucet and then plugged the tub. “We’re definitely using a lot more water this morning than usual,” she joked.

Harry lightly held her hips as she turned to switch the settings to the tub, laughing. “Yeah…only downside to this,” he grinned, “At least we don’t use this much water often, though.” Harry sat once the tub was filled with water and reached for Lily’s hands.

Lily grabbed the shampoo and set it on the corner of the tub before taking Harry’s hands and carefully sitting. “Okay, babes. You first or me?”

“I can do you first,” Harry decided with a soft smile. He shifted so that he was sitting back on his heels instead, making it easier to reach Lily. “Hair first, darling?” he asked, reaching for the shampoo she set on the edge.

“Yes, please,” she asked sweetly. She moved so that it could be as easy on Harry as possible and tilted her head back so shampoo wouldn’t get in her eyes.

Harry squirted some of the shampoo into his hands, moving so that he was slightly above Lily so that he could see and get to all of her hair. He began to gently massage it in. He loved when he could dote on her like this. “Maybe I could take you out to dinner some night this week?”

Lily hummed softly at the feel of his fingers in her hair, always obsessed with it no matter the situation. “Oh yeah?” she asked softly. “Where would you like to go?”

Harry spent plenty of time making sure he covered every inch of Lily’s hair and then gently moved her so he could wash out the shampoo without getting it in her eyes. “Hm, I’m not sure yet. How about your favorite?” He suggested, fingers brushing her hair away from her face once he was done, “I’d like to treat you.”

“The French place?” Lily asked excitedly. They hadn’t had their food since they ordered it for their anniversary. “Treat ourselves to some French desserts.” She believed that they both deserved to be treated after the last couple months.

Harry nodded, reaching over for Lily’s body wash and loofah. “Yeah, babe. I think that would be really fun,” he smiled, squeezing some body wash out onto the loofah.

Lily lifted her head and did her best to move her hair out of the way for him so he could get her back. “I’d love that,” she smiled. Lily enjoyed any opportunity to go on a date with Harry.

“Me too. We’ll see what day works best then,” Harry smiled softly, washing along her arms and back first before moving around to the rest of her body.

Lily let Harry do with her body as he pleased and waited until he was done to at least rinse off her front as best she could. “Your turn now!” she grinned, eagerly reaching for the shampoo.

Harry helped to rinse off Lily’s back and waited until she was ready for his turn, leaning back on a hand so that he was lower for her to reach. “Someone’s excited,” he smiled. He definitely was, always enjoying her fingers in his hair.

“You know I’ll take any excuse to have my hands in your hair,” Lily laughed as she rubbed her hands together. Then they were completely buried in Harry’s curls as she worked the shampoo through his locks.

Harry laughed, looking down as Lily began. “I’m more than okay with that,” he told her with a grin. Finally getting a chance to dote on each other like this, he never wanted the day to end.

She massaged his scalp as she sudsed up his hair. Then she was careful as she rinsed it out, using a hand to block the water from getting into his face like you would a baby. She was thorough, though, in making sure she got it all out.

Harry tilted his head as well to keep it out of his face, but appreciated Lily’s hand covering him, finding it adorable as well. “Thank you,” he smiled softly, leaning towards Lily to rest his head on her shoulder.

Lily pressed a kiss to his temple and lazily draped her arms around him. “You’re welcome,” she smiled happily.

Harry was perfectly content all cuddled up to Lily, resting a hand along her arm that was around him. “Can I tell you a secret?” he asked.

“Hmm?” Lily hummed softly. Though she had a feeling she probably knew the secret. She knew Harry too well for there to be any secrets between them. If anything, it was probably going to be something super cheesy.

Harry looked at Lily from where he was leaning against her. “I don’t really feel like taking a walk anymore,” he whispered with a forming smile. Not much of a secret. He was way too cozy and needy that day.

Lily’s head fell back with a laugh. She couldn’t help it. Not that she was surprised by Harry’s statement, it was just amusing in the way he told her. “We don’t have to go for a walk,” she shook her head and rubbed his shoulder reassuringly.

Harry smiled at Lily, loving when she laughed loud like that. Even her touch on his shoulder was comforting. “Reallyyy?” He grinned softly. He didn’t want to move, either, but knew them staying in these positions couldn’t last the whole day.

“I mean, we can’t stay in the bath all day, because the water is going to get cold and we’ll be prunes…” Lily joked, but then nodded. “We can do whatever you want, love.”

“Prunes,” Harry laughed and sat up from Lily a bit, leaning on his hand. “I don’t know about you, but I definitely need some really good cuddles today, and perhaps a movie.”

“I think we’re both a little slap happy,” Lily giggled. When Harry sat up, she reached up to move a wet curl from the side of his face that was stuck there. “Cuddles and movies sound lovely.”

“Well, it appears I like being slap happy with you,” he reached a hand up to gently boop her nose. “Let’s finish up here then and we can move to get comfortable somewhere else.”

Lily lifted her chin so that her nose met his finger halfway. “Me, too.” She moved her arms from around him and looked around for the body wash. “Do you need me to soap you up?”

Harry was closer to the body wash so he reached over and grabbed it. “I can do it if you don’t want,” he spoke and opened up the lid to the bottle.

Lily dropped her jaw a little. “Don’t want to? Harry…think about this, darling.” Missing an opportunity to run something over Harry’s body? Lily would never.

Harry couldn’t help but smile at her reaction, laughing a little and setting the body wash aside before he covered his cheeks with his hands. “Lovey…you’re gonna make me blush,” he grinned.

Lily leaned in and stole a quick kiss and then turned her attention to putting body wash on the loofah. “Goodness. Didn’t realize we’d gotten that bad,” she teased before starting on his shoulders and chest.

He kissed her and dropped his hands so she could reach everywhere that she needed. “We’re really cute though,” he spoke, eyes on Lily as she washed him.

Lily washed what she could reach with the water. “We are pretty damn cute.” She had missed this with everything in her being and she was so glad to have it back. This was their normal, not going hours without speaking.

“Super cute.” Once Harry was all washed up, he moved carefully to rinse off and put the bottles back where they were as well. “Finished up, lovey? I’ll drain the water.”

Lily nodded and rinsed out the loofah before hanging it up. Then she was carefully climbing out of the tub so she didn’t drip everywhere before she could get her towel and dry off.

Harry stood and drained the tub before stepping out. He grabbed a towel, wrapping it around his waist after he dried off the rest of his body. “Where are these cuddles happening?”

Lily dried off her body and then wrapped up her hair. “Couch?” she suggested as she headed to the bedroom for comfy clothes. “Can stretch out and I can lay back on your chest,” she offered. “Or however you want to cuddle.” Instead of bothering with a shirt, she just pulled the same hoodie from yesterday on with some thick leggings to keep her warm. And of course, fuzzy socks. So sexy.

Harry cleaned up the bathroom a bit before heading to their room. “That’s fine, yeah.” He smiled softly, getting rid of his towel and pulling on boxers. He thought about putting on a hoodie as well, but knew he’d be warm between Lily and all her warm comfy clothes against him and all the blankets they’d have, so he waited on that for now. He went out to the living room and grabbed a couple blankets, laying them out on the couch.

“Babes…” Lily began as she followed him out to the living room. “Have you even tried your silk boxers yet?” They’d both been so excited about them and then they’d gotten busy and had forgotten. Or at least Lily had.

Harry was just laying down a second blanket when he heard Lily, turning around to look at her. “Oh, babes! I’m so sorry, it’s been so busy since then,” he apologized. Harry was genuinely excited about those boxers, but so much had gone on since Christmas that both of them forgot. “Can try them on today?”

Lily smiled gently at him and shrugged. “You don’t have to. I just thought of it, is all.” They probably weren’t very warm and would be comfier in the summer to keep him cool. Granted Harry always ran much warmer than Lily.

Harry looked at Lily for a moment, hands at his waist. “You wait right here,” he gave her a grin as he passed by walking back to their room. He exchanged the pair of boxers that he had on for the silk pair, smiling big as he stood in the doorway with them on. “What do you think?”

“Harryyy!” Lily playfully chided as he passed her. But she sat down anyways and waited, not exactly sure what to expect. She’d be ready to jump his bones again if he didn’t have that adorable smile on his face. “Oh babes…” she smiled back at him. “I like them! I always think you look sexy in black. What do you think?”

Harry took a few steps further into the living room, ready to show off her gift that he should’ve tried on ages ago. “I really, really like them, babes. They’re so comfy,” he answered, looking down at the boxers. He hadn’t even looked in the mirror at himself yet. He turned around and looked at Lily over his shoulder, always playful, “How’s the bum look?”

“Oh, the shiny fabric definitely accents your peachy bum,” Lily nodded, giving him the okay sign with her fingers. She giggled softly and then held her arms out towards him. “Now get that silk covered bum over here.”

Harry laughed, appreciative of the fact that Lily always played along with him. He walked over to stand in front of Lily and took her hands. “My girl gets bossy when the silk undies come out,” he grinned and laced their fingers.

Lily playfully rolled her eyes. “I was promised cuddles,” she replied simply, giving his hands a gentle tug.

Harry was still grinning and made a surprised face when he saw Lily. “Don’t you roll your eyes at me,” he teased and laid down on the couch, letting go of one of her hands to pat his chest, “Need you right here.”

Lily grinned at his pat and eagerly, but carefully, moved to sit between his legs so she could lay back on his chest. Then she pulled the last blanket over their legs.

Harry made room for Lily to lay down, reaching for the remote while she fixed the blankets. “Comfortable, love?” he asked, gently combing his fingers through her hair.

Lily snuggled back into his chest by literally wiggling back and forth until her head found a comfortable spot. Then she nodded, “Mhm!”

Harry smiled amusedly watching Lily’s method of getting comfortable, then wrapped an arm around her waist. “Good,” he told her softly. They looked for a movie for a while before settling on one, and both of his arms were around Lily then once the remote was set down.

Lily rested her arms on top of Harry’s and tangled their fingers together. She was insanely cozy with Harry holding her. “This was a good idea, babes. Much better than the walk.”

Harry laid his head back on one of the pillows, rubbing his thumbs slowly along whatever part of her hands he could reach. “We’ll go for a walk when it’s warmer out,” he promised and smiled, giving her hands a squeeze.

“And have a picnic in the park,” Lily added softly. They both clearly missed getting out of the house and just doing simple things together.

“Definitely. Haven’t done that in a while,” he agreed, shifting slightly so that he could kiss the top of her head. “It’ll be warm soon enough. Then someone’s having a wedding…I forget who…” he joked, grinning with his head against Lily’s gently.

Lily pressed her lips together. “Mm…the save the date is on the fridge,” she played along. “But we’ve been invited to so many, it’s hard to remember.”

“Right? I don’t know…it’ll come to me eventually,” Harry shook his head slowly with a dramatic sigh. In all seriousness, Harry couldn’t believe their big day was finally approaching; he couldn’t wait to be married to Lily.

Lily giggled quietly to herself at their ridiculousness. She was beyond relaxed after their hot bath (and even hotter shower sex). Then add on Harry’s cozy hoodie, all the blankets, and him snuggling her so well. “Don’t be mad if I fall asleep, okay?” she asked quietly.

Harry kept ahold of her hands in one of his own, using the other to slowly rub along her side underneath the hoodie. “Won’t be at all. I could fall asleep, too, honestly,” he returned softly.

Lily gently nuzzled her head against him. “I have no reason to since we slept so good and slept in, but…you’re just so comfy.” Sometimes there were negatives to being such good cuddlers.

“And warm, my little heater,” Harry smiled softly. They already had a busy morning, and getting to spend this day with Lily was so much more than he could ask for with how things had been going recently. “Just catching up on our sleep, is all. I think that’s a good reason.”

Lily gave his hand a squeeze, “You’re the heater.” After all, he was the one perfectly content in just silk boxers. She fiddled with the rings on his fingers, lips pressed together. “But I don’t want to waste our time together sleeping.”

Harry smiled. There was so much heat between themselves, their pile of blankets, and comfy clothes. “Okay, darling. We don’t have to…but still wouldn’t hold it against you if you did,” he gave a soft grin, rubbing along her side.

Lily wasn’t about to tell him that his rubbing would be what did her in, because she didn’t want him to stop. Now that she had her Harry back, she was soaking up every little thing.

Harry traced gently along her skin, always needing to have some sort of touch on her and that hadn’t changed after all those months where he wasn’t able to as often. They were quiet for a bit, Harry knew they were both sleepy and in need of cuddles, so he turned his head to watch some of the movie they had put on the tv.

Lily had watched plenty of movies and tv shows by herself or with Finn the last couple months. It was no secret that she preferred doing it with Harry; even if they didn’t actually watch the movie.

Harry didn’t usually watch too much tv, but there was just something that he loved about relaxing back with Lily while they watched something. It was their time with, usually, no disruptions. “Wonder where Finny is,” Harry smiled a bit, his head against Lily’s.

Lily didn’t move her head, but glanced around. “I’m not sure…I haven’t seen him since breakfast.” Even in their apartment, Finn managed to find places to hide, fitting into smaller spaces than expected.

“Likely taking his post-breakfast nap somewhere,” Harry smiled. He didn’t see him either, but surely Finn would join them if he’d wake up and find them snuggled up on the couch; he couldn’t resist.

“What if he comes and tries to steal you from me again?” Lily asked, playfully pouting out her bottom lip some. She still couldn’t believe he had pushed her away this morning.

Harry laughed, remembering this morning. “I still can’t believe he did that,” he told Lily with a grin and shook his head a couple times. “I don’t know, darling…not much I could do in that situation. He loves dad.”

Lily dropped her jaw slightly now. “But I love you, too!” she argued. It seemed that she was more in need of Harry’s attention than Finn was. She couldn’t just curl up and sleep on his lap while he worked like Finn could.

“And I love you. I’m giving you all my attention now, yeah? Finn’s missing out big time…” Harry smiled down at Lily, using one of his hands to brush her hair back.

Lily nuzzled him once more. If she could curl further into him, she would. “You are and I’m absolutely loving it up. Soaking up all I can,” she murmured. “I’ve missed my lovey.”

“I’ve missed you. Gonna try and have lots more of these kinds of days now.” Harry would still have his work to do, but his prioritization of it would certainly be different from what it had been. He couldn’t believe he let it go on for so long like that.

“I appreciate you trying. I really do.” Lily had never wanted to ask him for more time and make him feel even more guilty than he did. That wouldn’t have made her feel any better.

“It is the least I can do, darling.” Harry smiled softly, pressing another kiss to her head before laying his back down. “Want my lovey to be sooo happy.”

Lily smiled softly at the kiss. “Well, I am sooooo happy right now. Over the moon really.” That was the thing; it really didn’t take much to make either of them happy which made it more astounding they’d gotten so bad.

“Really, darling? Well, that makes me sooooo happy.” Harry smiled, never afraid to get a little cheesy if that meant Lily was smiling, too. “How is it that we never actually end up watching the movie when we’re together?” He grinned, playing with the ends of her hair, “I seriously have been trying to pay attention to it, too.”

Lily laughed softly at that. “We watched like a solid twenty minutes of the beginning, though,” she pointed out. Granted she’d been trying not to fall asleep during that time because of how comfy she was.

“That is true. I do think we get credit there,” Harry laughed. It really didn’t matter whether they watched the movies or not, he just enjoyed his time with Lily.

Suddenly Lily heard a soft, curious meow and lifted her head to find Finn next to the couch by their feet. “Well, hello, Mister Finnegan. Where did you come from?” she asked curiously.

“Finally awake,” Harry smiled at the sight of Finn, who gave a big yawn and stretch before jumping up onto the couch with his parents. Finn looked for a comfy place to get settled, walking up and down their bodies.

Lily groaned a little when Finn stepped on her lower stomach. “Finny,” she whined. “The whole thing is comfortable. Lay down.” She just shook her head at him with a light laugh.

Harry laughed. Finn was taking an incredibly long time finding a spot but eventually he laid near their legs, still on the blankets of course. “He’s so spoiled,” Harry smiled softly, lacing his fingers as he held Lily.

Lily finally relaxed whenever Finn found a spot. “We may have created a small monster,” she laughed lightly. Thankfully though Finny wasn’t that bad.

“Who knows… maybe he was this spoiled even before we adopted him,” Harry teased with a bit of a smile, moving his leg just the slightest so that Finn could have more room.

With those big sapphire eyes, I bet the shelter workers had no choice but to give him snuggles and treats,” Lily suggested. They obviously couldn’t resist him once they saw them.

“You’re right… I suppose it was a collaborative effort spoiling this little guy,” Harry suggested. It was impossible to not spoil Finn when all he wanted was cuddles and was no trouble otherwise.

They’d definitely lucked out with the kitten and couldn’t have asked for a better fit. “Still wanna know where he was hiding,” she chuckled amusedly.

“I’m sure he has tons of hiding spots that we don’t know about,” Harry laughed, glancing over at the tv. “I’ve been meaning to ask, is there anything that needs to be done around the house today, darling? I’ve been slacking there as well.”

Lily pursed her lips. “I did like…most of the laundry yesterday? But obviously you saw that I didn’t put it all away,” she made a slight face as she thought back on yesterday. “And then dishes. Finn’s litter probably needs cleaned soon, but I haven’t checked it this weekend.”

“Okay.” Harry nodded. He knew there was lots that he could improve upon, and household chores were included in that. “I’ll do the rest of the laundry then and change the litter if it needs. Might just get to the dishes after dinner tonight.”

Lily tilted her head back a little to look at him. “Can we do it together? Feel like it’s less of a chore when we do it together.” Plus, there’d be no way she could just sit around and let Harry do everything.

Harry looked down at Lily. “If you want to. Just wanna make it easier on you, lovey,” he gave a slight nod. “Did you want to get those things over with once the movie’s over?”

Lily let out a mix between a groan and a hum. “What if…we get a reward for each chore we get done?” she looked at him hopefully.

“Yeah?” Harry smiled down at her. They could always be counted on to turn anything into a deal. “And what kind of reward? Or is that decided later on?”

Lily pressed her lips together once more. “Well…I think laundry would get a fairly good-sized reward, because it’s quite the undertaking. But then again, the litter is just gross sooo.”

“Hm. Tough ones,” Harry hummed softly as he thought for a moment. “I’d say litter deserves a bigger reward, but that’s just me.” That was the only thing neither of them really enjoyed about taking care of their Finn.

Lily tilted her head to the side. “Makes sense. Especially with half the laundry already done,” she agreed. “So, what should the reward be for changing the litter?”

“Hmm,” Harry began to think while looking at Lily. “I mean…having sex again is the most logical answer. Good reward for such hard, laborious work. It’s the only thing I can think up, at least,” Harry answered playfully with a cheeky grin, of course. “I don’t know, really. Did you have something in mind?”

Lily laughed softly and shrugged playfully. “Well of course. Obviously,” she giggled. “No, I didn’t have anything in mind. I’m open to whatever.” After all this time without, it wasn’t like anything specifically was sticking out to her.

“Okay,” Harry smiled, brushing strands of hair behind her ear. He thought they could settle on a reward when the time came to change the litter, and that was when the movie that they had on ended.

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brand new follower, but I wanted to take part in the fairy tale celebration... the whole thing just seems so lovely and fun !.... 🌷 - scenario, Harry Potter has saved Y/N (outside of hogwarts, lives in an orphanage) from the chamber of secrets, and the aspect of tom riddle... the incident of which, revealed to y/n and the rest of the wizarding world that y/n isnt just a slytherin... shes the living heir, and is tom riddle's niece. food friend, and crush fred weasley finds her distraught.???

hi love, thank you so much for participating, and welcome to my blog!! i hope you find it a safe place to be. this idea is really very wonderful! do you mind if i consider writing a series about it? <3

It had been about five hours since the incident. Fog painted the night sky from the grounds of the courtyard to the top of the Astronomy Tower, where Y/N was currently slumped in shame and self-hatred.

Lukewarm tears slid down her face as she buried her head deeper into her hands, having flashbacks of herself, bleeding out on the stone floor while watching her friend of two years, Harry Potter, spar with a large and ugly snake. If it weren't for the scars that covered her body from head to toe, she would've believed it was a dream.

Every move she made seared the same pain her uncle and renowned psychopath, Tom Riddle, forced into her body the days that she was missing from Hogwarts.

As her sobs got a little more broken and her sniffling got a little louder, she had gotten so lost in her misery that she didn't even notice her tall ginger liking standing at the steps to the Tower.

"Y/N?" Her lunch buddy (and slight huge crush) Fred spit out, rushing over to the floor a few paces in front of him, where she lay weeping on the floor.

Y/N nodded, not able to hold back her cries, leaning into Fred's side, and nuzzling closer to his body as he wrapped his arm tighter around her.

They sat like that for hours. Fred felt the world crumble in his arms with each light tear that dampened his shirt. He tried his best to soothe her by rocking her back and forth, humming German lullabies that his older brothers used to sing to him when he had trouble falling asleep.

Eventually, Y/N grew a headache that emanated from her eyes to the back of her head. She sniffled before speaking. "I'm the Living Heir." She said quietly, letting a few more tears escape her eyes.

Fred continued stroking her hair with the most delicacy he had ever touched anyone. Not knowing what to say, he tilted her head to face him. Her eyes and lips were puffy, skin clear from the tears. He held her chin and laid his forehead on hers. Her heart raced as she watched him confidently move her body so it fit more comfortably in his.

He drew her lips closer until they were only breaths apart. She nodded slightly as he looked into her eyes with longing. Then, with the smallest motion Y/N had ever witnessed, he pressed his lips on hers, hugging them until she felt safe and warm again.

When they separated, Y/N buried her face in the crook of his neck, slightly embarrassed and frazzled, but the memory of Voldemort being her uncle haunted her mind.

"I promise I won't leave you alone in this. Okay?"

Y/N simply nodded, taking a deep breath as she found solace again in Fred's arms.

#hlbutterflycelebration #fred weasley #fred hurt/comfort #fred weasley fanfiction #fred weasley angst #fred weasley fluff #fred weasley blurb

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Study Buddy (Part 3)

3.4k Word Count

Fred Weasley x Fem Reader

Warnings: Cursing, Drinking, Dom/Sub relationship, humiliation kink, sir kink, degradation, bondage, sense deprivation, unprotected sex (there's fetus deletus in this world not ours so USE A CONDOM AND STAY SAFE YOU RABBITS unless like- there's a plan and stuff-) Blindfold, Gagging, use of a vibrator, choking, overstimulation,

Y/N= Your Name L/N= Your Last Name Y/H= Your House

I walk into the Gryffindor Common Room passing Fred and George and feel a light tap on my bum. I jump a little and Fred winks at me covertly. I walk over to the couches blushing. Me and Fred have been dating for about 5 months secretly. We have a bet going to see who finds out first, my friends or his. He strongly believes he will win but I’m firm in that George’s smart enough to solve the case. I sit next to Hermione drinking the butterbeer next to me and stop seeing her looking at me accusingly. “What?” I ask and she shrugs. “Just Fred slapping your ass...” She mutters and I cough surprised at her accusation. “W-what?!” I ask and she chuckles. “You two...” She mutters going back to her book.

George and Fred run back in grabbing me, Lee, Hermione, and a few others dragging us to their dorm. “Yes?” Hermione finally asks and they hold up firewhiskey chanting happily with the other boys. Me and Hermione just laugh shaking our heads. “What y/n? Scared?” Fred asks and I chuckle. “No. I just don’t think anyone in here can handle their alcohol.” I explain and they scoff.

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A few hours and a few drinks later I am proven correct by a bunch of drunk teenagers presented in front of me, and myself only a little tipsy. Fred and George are giggling with Lee. Hermione and Harry are cuddling under a blanket. And I’m just watching this mess giggling. Fred moves over to me and I laugh as he lays his head on my thigh humming lightly. “Lets- play truth or- dare.” He says hiccupping through his sentence. “Yeah!” George slurs out and I laugh shaking my head.

A few rounds go by and Fred is still playing with my hands goofily. I keep pulling my hands from his chuckling and he finally whines putting his head in my stomach. “Why won’t you hold my hand….” He whines in my stomach and I look up to see the group isn’t paying attention. I pull him up and kiss his temple. “Darling they don’t know we’re dating...” I hum into his ear and he still whines reaching for my hand. I chuckle, finally giving in hiding our hands behind him. “Ok Fred.” George says, catching our attention. “You can either take a sip of the Veritaserum and confess your feelings about y/n… Or… Y/n has to sit on your lap for the rest of the game.” He tells him and my eyes widen. He gets up to grab the bottle but I swing my legs around him facing away from the group. “Well we know what y/n wanted...” George scoffs and I hold up a middle finger behind me making the group laugh. Fred smiles nuzzling his head against my neck as I do the same. “I love you...” He whispers in my ear and I perk up looking at him. He widens his eyes and starts stuttering. “I love you too...” I whisper in his ear and I can feel him smile against my neck.

An hour later everyone's asleep but me and Fred. He’s whispering cute things in my ear as I giggle lightly and he nips at my neck making more giggles spring from my mouth. “You’re so pretty… You should always have your hair like this.” He whispers quietly and I giggle playing with his shirt. “It is always like this.” I reply and he smiles goofily. “Even better.” He mumbles. “God you're hot… Are you single?” He says and I laugh shaking my head. “Freddie… I’m your girlfriend...” I tell him and he smiles silently celebrating. I kiss him to stop his excited noises from waking everyone up and he immediately melts into my kiss closing his eyes softly. I move to his neck as he lightly moans pressing his lips against my skin to muffle it. I nip the side of his ear as he lightly groans against my skin. “Darling can we please leave? I can’t handle this anymore… I need to touch you...” He whimpers into my ear and I chuckle. “Aw… But we can’t… They would notice...” I say. He’s usually very dominant but in his tipsy state he is acting as if he was always a submissive partner. I want to see how long this will last before he decides to take the dominant role back.

He groans in my ear as I kiss his neck. “T-they won’t notice I p-promise...” He whimpers into my ear and I nod pouting a little. “But you're all intoxicated… It would be taking advantage.” I tell him and his face is now red as he tries to keep his moans down. “I promise… Please let me touch you... and your drunk too!” He mumbles and I bite my lip. “One, I'm buzzed. Two, we need to get you to bed before you get all horny.” I whisper, taking his hand. I get up walking him out and he follows.

We get into my room and I help him inside the bathroom. “Strip.” I say and he scoffs. “You… don’t tell me what to do.” He retorts falling a bit. “But I do.” I say and he scoffs. I nod and walk over peeling his clothes as he whines. I kiss his cheek shoving him inside the shower once it warms up. When I try to walk out he whines louder. “What bubba?” I ask and he crosses his arms. “I want you..” He mumbles and I laugh. “Freddie… You’re drunk I’m not going to get naked with Drunk You.” I tell him and he pouts. “I won’t get handsy. I promise!” He tells me and I kiss his cheek softly. “I know… I just don’t trust myself.” I tell him with a wink. “No no no you can’t say that and leaveeeeee.” He whines and I laugh. He pulls me and I yelp. I get immediately drenched and start laughing at the feeling. “Fred!” I yell at him and he chuckles pulling me in for a kiss. “I shouldn’t be in here...” I say chuckling and he laughs. “The last time you said that you ended up giving in...” He hums with a giggle hiding behind his voice. I laugh nodding and he kisses me. The kisses are sloppy but still perfect as he tries his best to stand up. He keeps trying to get to my neck as I giggle trying my best not to give in but sadly my boyfriend is far too hot for that.

“Godric… I wish I could always hold you like this… No hiding… No stolen kisses… I don’t have to smack your arse with people assuming the truth… I just want us to be known ya know? No girls flirting with me… No boys always chasing you… Just us...” He mumbles into my neck and I pull away smiling at him. “You mean that?” I ask and he nods kissing me. “I love you y/n…” He tells me and I kiss him jumping up to wrap my legs around his hips

***

The next day I wake up beside Fred who looks a mess. “Fred...” I sing and he mumbles something digging his head into my chest which he was using as a pillow. “You need to wake uppp.” I whisper in his ear and he mumbles again. “Freddie… What will get you up?” I ask and he raises his head a little squinting at me. “A potion to make this hangover go away...” He tells me and I nod getting up. He quickly tries to get me back but I’m too quick and he groans. “What happened last night?” He asks after moments of silence. “Nothing much… You were dared to either confess how you truly felt about me or I had to sit on your lap...” I tell him as I gather herbs from my drawers. “Oh?” He asks sitting up. I nod and he watches as I make the potion. “Well… What did I do?” He asks and I laugh. I start to grind the herbs together as I pour in some oils. “You were going to confess that you loooved me but I sat on your lap.” I tell him and he chuckles shyly. “You were so handsy too. Couldn’t keep your hands off of me.” I tell him and he gets up worried. “I’m so sorry. Did I make you uncomfortable. Godric, I’m so sorry.” He tells me and I laugh shaking my head. “It was cute. And you would always stop- usually when I had enough.” I tell him and he nods. “I drank way too much- and I am good at handling my drinks.” He tells me and I laugh. I finish the potion and motion for him to sit against the headboard.

I start to rub the solution on his temple. It glows for a second and disappears. I kiss him and he smiles against my lips, sighing contently. I nod in agreement and he kisses me again. “So… Anything else?” He asks and I chuckle sitting on his lap. “Nothing really… You were adorable.” I tell him choosing not to involve the drunk ‘I love you’ and his upset rant about wanting us to be public.

***

I walk into the party and Fred immediately locks eyes with me. He walks over and eyes my short skirt that barely covers my bum. “Aren’t you supposed to be a cute follow the rules girl?” He asks and I laugh. “Why are you asking?” I ask him and he smirks. He moves me into a secluded area where you can only see inside at an angle lifting my chin. “Y/n… That skirt is extremely inappropriate. I don’t remember breaking any school rule… So why are you breaking mine?” He asks and I chuckle. I jump a little feeling him grip my thighs. “Darling. You need to listen to my rules.” He tells me as he massages my bum. “Well… I wanted to dress nice today.” I tell him and he picks me up wrapping my legs around him. I laugh looking around shocked at his boldness. “Godric I don’t care I need you...” He mumbles kissing me passionately. I kiss him back and feel his tongue slip past my lips. He takes his time exploring my mouth as I moan to every movement.

“Freddie...” I mumble and he looks at me through his long hair smiling. “Yes bunny?” He asks using the nickname he saves for special moments. “We are going to get caught.” I tell him laughing and he nods sadly. “One more kiss?” He asks pouting. I laugh nodding as he kisses me again. We take longer to separate and finally do, needing some form of oxygen. We laugh out of breath placing our foreheads together smiling goofily. “I love you Fred Weasley...” I mumble and he smiles. “I love you Y/n L/n” He replies and we hear George nearby. He drops me and I pull out my wand apparating across the room. I see George catch Fred and he walks out flattening his button down.

I watch as George introduces Fred to a girl I know from my house. She always talks about a new boy every week. Annoys the hell out of me. I walk over to grab a drink. When I turn around I catch eyes with a familiar ginger. He smiles winking at me and George taps my shoulder. “Y/n- Y/nnnn you’re staringggg.” He hums and I snap back. “Hm?” I ask and he scoffs. “You need to tell him how you feel.” He tells me and I laugh. “Please. He doesn’t like me like that.” I lie and he shakes his head. “If you continue ignoring your feelings for him he’ll get snatched up.” He tells me and I sigh. “That girl? Fiona? She asked me to introduce her to him. She fancies him.” He tells me and I nod sighing.

A few drinks and dances later I’m keeping my eyes on Fred as he talks with a few girls. A few guys have hit on me but I reject their advances. I see Fiona finally drag him to the dance floor and my blood boils seeing it. A few more minutes later a guy comes up to me smiling and Fred’s still dancing.

“Edward.” He tells me, holding out his hand. “That’s a lovely name, am I to assume it's yours?” I ask with a small laugh. “Sorry… That was a bit random huh?” He asks and I nod laughing lightly. “You are… Beautiful by the way.” He tells me and I smile warmly. “Thank you… If a boy this handsome thinks I’m pretty, wow.” I say and he smiles a bit wider. “So… Do you have a date hanging around?” He asks and I glance over at Fred and he’s staring directly at me cocking his head with his tongue in his cheek. “Actually… I don’t think so… There's this boy but he’s off dancing with a girl.” I tell him and he looks as if he witnessed a cosmic event. “Why?! If I had you I’d never even look at a girl.” He tells me and I laugh placing my hand on his knee. “You are too kind.” I reply and he smiles at me.

I talk with Edward for a while and I hear Fred getting everyone's attention. “For everyone's knowledge! Severus Snape has officially gotten what he deserved for those horrible grades.” He yells to the crowd and George stands up with him. “Thanks to yours truly.” He says with a bow. “What did you do?!” A girl in the crowd asks and he snaps at her. “Let’s just say, he’ll have the hiccups for a while.” Fred yells out and George nods laughing.

I look at Edward who is laughing his arse off. “Those two...” I say. I excuse myself and walk over. Fred looks at me challengingly. “Yes?” He asks me and I scoff. “Pranking a professor?!” I ask and he nods smiling. “Best prank yet.” He tells me and I scoff. “What the hell got into your mind to do that?!” I ask and he nods at Edward. “How was your boyfriend?” He questions and I scoff. “You hypocritical, jealous, bastard!” I tell him and he looks at me angrily. “Do I need to do graffiti? Do not try me. No cursing.” He tells me pointing at me and I scoff. “Fuck. Damn. Shit. Pussy. Cunt. Dick.” I tell him and he shakes his head. “Bedroom. Now. You better be stripped naked sitting like a princess when I get there.” He spits in my ear and I look at him angrily. “No.” I say stomping my foot. “You bratty little...” He mumbles and I stomp over to Edward. “Lets dance.” I tell him, grabbing his hand. “O-Ok!” He replies as I drag him to the dance floor.

He holds my hips against his as I dance and I see Fred eyeing me angrily as Fiona fawns over him. We dance for a while as Edward grinds against me and we just move in sync. I look over and he’s walking over done with my teasing. He grabs my arm dragging me to a table pulling me up. “What- What are you doing Fred?!” I ask and he looks at me. “Sir.” He corrects and I blush. He pulls me in and kisses me harshly in front of everyone. I pull away shocked and he smirks. I finally crash my lips into his as he holds my arse keeping me where I was. “I knew it!” I hear Hermione yell and we laugh continuing the kiss. “Sir… I need you...” I whisper in his ear and he smiles.

We get to his dorm deep into a kiss as he shrugs his button down off quickly, mumbling the spells to silence and lock the door. “Get undressed. Now.” He growls and I nod. He sits on his chair rubbing up and down his cock as he watches me get undressed. I sit down between my legs looking at him through my eyelashes innocently. “Go on… Lay down.” He tells me and I follow his orders.

He moves each hand to tie them to the corners of the bed. “What’s the safe word my dear?” He asks with a hint of concern. “Avocadoo. Which I highly request we change. Its idiotic.” I tell him and he chuckles. “You know the other idea...” He hums chuckling. “I will not ever say Mischief Managed during sex.” I tell him and he chuckles kissing me and slowly going down to my neck leaving small bruises all over my skin from his lips. I slowly turn my light demeanor to moans and begs as he massages my chest lightly kissing my shoulders. “You were a bad girl today weren’t you?” He asks and I nod biting my lip and he grabs my chin. “So you know you were being bad.” He says sternly and my eyes widen shaking my head. “And… I broke zero rules… I think my bad girl needs punishment.” He tells me and I gasp lightly as he places a blindfold on my eyes but I feel his warm lips kissing me to calm me a little. “Just a blindfold darling...” He tells me and I nod.

I hear a vibrator and start moving my legs trying to get free until a slap against my bum tells me no. “Good girl...” He mumbles watching me calm. “Now continue being a good girl while I fuck you senseless.” He tells me and I feel him place the vibrator on my clit and I try fighting his hold moaning loudly at the extremely high setting. “Now… You are going to get this until I feel you’ve learned your lesson. So my question is… What are you darling?” He asks and I don’t listen. “What. Are. You?” He demands and I ignore him again only to earn him to raise the vibrator to its highest setting.

“I’m a slut!” I moan loudly and he laughs. “What are you?” He asks again and I moan begging him. “A slut!” I moan again and he holds my throat. “Who’s slut? Edwards?” He asks and I shake my head. “I’m your slut!” I moan and he tightens his hold a little. “Say it again. 5 more times.” He tells me. Just as I begin moaning out the sentence again he shoves a gag in my mouth making me gasp. I try to say it through the gag and I almost finish when he plays loud music and I feel tears well up in my eyes. “Please sir!” I moan and he ignores me either not hearing or not caring.

A few minutes later I’ve came twice, he finally turns off the music. “Are you my slut?” He asks and I nod. “Can you try one more time, my perfect toy?” He asks and I nod tired. He pulls off the vibrator cleaning it with a spell and removes my blindfold kissing my small tears from my cheeks untying the ties on my legs. “Are you sure? You could cause an earthquake with those legs… And you're really shaky.” He says cheekily and I chuckle leaning my head back. “You have me in bed Weasley, I think you can stop flirting.” I tell him and he laughs kissing my neck as I moan still tired. “But I love flirting with you...” He mumbles and I feel his legs go on either side of my hips. “Ok. Last time: You are sure? Cause I can wank off on my own if you’re tired.” He asks and I laugh. “Freddie I’m ok.” I tell him and he nods, kissing me softly. I feel him place a pillow under my hips aligning himself with my entrance.

“Fuck...” He moans as he slides inside. He lets me adjust then slowly starts to go back and forth speeding up until he’s at a good speed. He kisses my breasts leaving bruises as he rams into me. He finishes quickly, probably from wanking off while I was under the vibrator. He collapses on my chest kissing me lightly. “I love you...” He mumbles repeating it after every kiss. He unties me carrying me to the bathroom. “Bubble bath?” He asks and I nod excitedly.

After the bath we walk out in new clothes to see George and Hermione smirking at us. “KNEW IT- THEY WERE!” Hermione says as he hands her a sack of money. “What the hell Fred?! Couldn’t you just be a pussy and not ask her out?!” He asks and we laugh. “Hey darling? Hermione found out.” He sings in my ear and I laugh walking over to my purse grabbing the money. I shove it into his chest and he smiles at me goofily. He pulls me in and I yelp as he kisses me. “I hate you both.”

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