MY OWN MUDBLOOD 8

MY OWN MUDBLOOD 8

Whoever made the request for the sharing with a slytherin thing, thank you and you’re welcome-

-Also Lorenzo, fuck me up I’m begging you sir!! Literally started watching baby solely bc of him.-

{Draco / reader / Theo Nott } This is pure smut

You slept in most of the day, nestled into the warm duvet and copious amounts of pillows on your large bed. Without your father or Narcissa home, you didn’t feel the pressure to be awake with the sun, nor to be dressed and presentable. Instead, once your eyes had set, you lounged around in your silk nighty and read your favourite muggle book you snuck into the manor. You tried to focus on the words but each sentence you read melted away in your mind, replaced with memories of the day before. Draco’s husky voice ghosting against your ear as he stretched you out for the first time. You shuddered and tingled as your body remembered the feeling. You had imagined, over the years, the different ways you might give yourself to a man when the time was right. None of them ever seemed realistic, and the mystery man was always a faceless placeholder in your mind, but none of the fantasies could have ever prepared you for the wanton need and lust Draco had coaxed out of you. It was so wrong, even now, after the deed was done, you couldn’t believe what you had done. Though you tried to deny the hard fact that you lusted after him since he first appeared in the fireplace, now, there was nothing you could say to deny yourself the fact that your Step-brother, your big brother by soon-to-be-marriage, had you around his finger. Though the thought excited you, it scared and confused you all the same, and all that added emotion on top of the aching feeling growing between your thighs all but drove you insane. You squeezed your thighs together in a bid to feel some relief, while not caving to the primal desire that grew to touch yourself to the thought of Draco taking you yet again. You ran your hands along the soft silk of your nightie, and over the swell of your breasts, softly pinching at your already hardening nipples as you squeezed your legs together, a mix of a squeak and a moan escaping your lips before you could stop it. The sound of yourself only turned you on more, reminded of the way your step-brother had torn gasps and moans from you easily. Against your deepest desires, you unclenched your thighs, knowing you would not win the fight against your own urges if you didn’t stop yourself then and there.

Instead of giving in to the ever growing desperation you felt, you opened your large closet, looking for something to change into. By this point, the sun was high in the sky and beating down through your window. Though it was nowhere near sweltering hot, it was finally warm enough to wear a nice summer dress. The one you picked out wasn’t anything as nice as your stepmother wore around the house, or nearly as modest, but you decided it was the right pick for the day. You pulled the soft white dress over your head and down your body. The fabric fell at your upper thighs and just barely covered the creases where your ass met your legs - you didn’t remember it being so short. The lace trim tickled your upper thighs and the neckline plunged lower than you last remembered as well, showing more of your cleavage than you thought would be appropriate had your father and Narcissa been home.

As you left your room to go nowhere in particular, you heard music coming from Draco’s room. You remembered his offer to have a drink with him, and though you had turned him down yesterday, you decided you may as well indulge yourself and try some. You had turned down other invitations in London to go to drink with friends, and figured you might finally allow yourself to let your hair down. Knocking on his door, you nervously bit your lip, fidgeting with the hem of your dress as you waited for him to answer. Before you could change your mind and turn around, the door swung open and a tall brunette with heavy eyes opened the door. You both looked at each other in shock, waiting for the other to speak first. Finally, the corner of his lip curled up into a wicked smirk and his brows raised. His arm held the door frame and he leaned against it, blocking the doorway with his body.

“I’m..”

“You’re Draco’s little sister” he cut you off, looking all too surprised and amused to meet you.

“Step,” you corrected. You blushed a deep red, wondering what exactly he had been told about you. Looking up at him through your lashes, you took him in, noticing how good looking he was. He was tall like Draco, but his hair fell in messy curls over his forehead, unlike your step-brother’s neat platinum hair. You took a step closer in anticipation for him to move out of your way but he didn’t budge. You could smell the familiar scent of whiskey and cigarette smoke on him, and oddly, you liked it. That, or you were still worked up from your previous thoughts.

“Move, Draco said I could drink with him,” you said firmly and his smirk turned into a grin.

“Is that so?” His brow raised but his eyes stayed heavy, almost half closed. You were a breath away from each other, his neatly ironed clothes almost touching your dress. You pushed past him, and looked around the room for Draco but he wasn’t there. Against your better judgement, you walked up to table where the bottle of fire whisky stood and picked it up. The boy followed you and you felt his chocolate eyes on you. Popping off the lid, you smelt the harsh scent that wafted up your nose. You heard his footsteps stalk closer to you and you looked up, meeting his dark eyes boring straight through yours. You held your gaze a moment longer than you may have meant to, and as he opened his mouth, his deep voice went straight to your core.

“Your brother is not going to like you drinking his expensive stuff without him here.” He was right, and you had half a mind to put it down and wait, but you were frozen in place. His friend towered over you, eying you from head to toe and though you felt vulnerable, you liked it. You had tried to avoid admitting to yourself how attractive he was, but as he leaned in close to reprimand you, you felt your thighs involuntarily clench together again.

Defiantly, you lifted the bottle to your lips, but before you could pour any into your mouth, the door flew open. You turned to look at Draco, but his friend didn’t move an inch.

“And what do you think you’re doing with my drink,” he asked but it wasn’t a question. It was a warning.

“This little thing thinks she can come in here and take your whiskey,” the boy spoke as if you weren’t right there. Draco’s jaw clenched as he took you in, looking down at your bare thighs. His face hardened and his nose flared ever so slightly before he walked up to you, pushing his friend back before closing the space between you. He took a deep breath, seemingly steadying his thoughts before grabbing your jaw, forcing you to look up at him. With his other hand, he took the bottle from you and passed it back to his friend without looking at him.

“What did I tell you about short skirts hmm?” He took another deep breath in and out through his nose. This isn’t about the drink, you realised at how words. “You were such a good girl for me yesterday and now look at you - parading around in front of my friend half naked,” he growled, inches from your face. His breath fanned your face and you smelt the same whiskey you tried to drink yourself.

“Draco I,” you stopped as fast as you started to defend yourself. Though he was fuming, you couldn’t help the feeling of heat pooling between your legs. You hadn’t expected Draco to be this possessive of you, but you weren’t surprised either. You were torn between the irritation that he thought he owned you, and the excitement that he could. “You think I can’t hear you, mudblood? You think Theo can’t hear your mind ticking away if he wanted to as well?” He growled against your ear and an instant flush covered your face. Draco’s unfortunate talent had completely slipped your mind, let alone the knowledge that others may share the same.

Before you could begin to explain yourself, if that was even possible, Draco squeezed your face by your cheeks.

“Dirty, dirty girl. I give you a taste and now you want it from Theo too huh? Is that it?”

You heard Theo snigger but couldn’t bring yourself to look at him. Though Draco’s eyes looked amused, and filled with lust, his voice was gravelly and stern.

“I..I just thought it was pretty Draco. And, and I wasn’t thinking about your friend I swear” you blabbered like a child scolded. His hand slid down under your jaw and tightened slightly. If Theo didn’t know you were more than just step-siblings before, he must now, you thought.

With one hand wrapped around your throat, his other travelled down your chest and stomach, and back up your thigh, until it stopped between them.

Your breath hitched but before he touched you enough to relieve any tension you had there, he took his hand away.

He stepped back, letting go of you and sitting down on the edge of his bed before looking at Theo.

“What should we do with this little tease?” He asked with a devilish grin.

You looked at Theo who was approaching you with cruel amusement spreading across his face. Before you could protest, he picked you up with ease, tossing you over his shoulder.

“Put me down what the fuck!” You squealed, thumping his back with your fists but he just laughed. Panic and excitement filled you right to your core. He walked you over to the bed and placed you over Draco’s knee, tummy down.

Theo stood beside you and unbuckled his belt, pulling it through the loops of his expensive looking black pants. Before you could question why, Draco grabbed your arms and pulled them behind your back. He held them tightly in place as Theo tied the belt around your wrists.

“Can’t have you hitting us while you take your punishment,” Theo taunted as Draco’s hand lightly traced up the back of your thigh. Your breath quickened and you started to wriggle around helplessly. You felt Draco harden against your stomach from your movement, so you moved again before he spoke.

“What do you think Theo, should we give her 5 spankings?”

“I think she deserves a few more than that. Little mudblood needs to learn her lesson,” Theo said, running his hand through your hair. You shivered at the contact.

“Count them for us. Out loud,” Draco ordered, lifting the back of your dress up exposing your ass. Without warning, his large hand came down, spanking your ass hard. You yelped and both men laughed. The warm pain spread across your ass cheek and you moaned as it slowly dissipated into pleasure. Before you could enjoy the sensation too much, Theo’s hand left your hair and gave you a light smack to your cheek.

“What did he tell you? Count them out,”

“One,” you moaned out before you were hit with another blow.

“Two,” *smack* “three” *smack* “four,” you choked out as each spank got harder. Draco’s hand rubbed your ass, melting the pain away before it traced down between your thighs, running his finger over your aching cunt.

“Fucking soaked already, filthy girl. Do you like it when your step-brother spanks you?” Draco teased and you lifted your ass up against his hand, desperate for him to keep touching you, but he pulled his hand away the moment you did. You whimpered at the loss of contact.

“Uh uh uh, not nice being teased, is it mudblood? Should have thought about that before you got dressed today,” he taunted.

“Please,” you begged neither of them in particular.

“Please what? Please will your step-brother touch you?” Theo mocked before he landed his hand hard on your ass.

“Five,” you sobbed softly, the pain spreading over your ass and the aching need between your legs taking over. They took turns spanking your ass, leaving handprints on each cheek until you reached ten.

“What do you say mudblood,” Draco asked you, lifting your head up by your hair to look at him.

“I, I’m sorry Draco I wasn’t thinking. I just thought my dress looked pretty,” you said with a shaky voice, hoping it was the right answer.

“It is pretty. Too pretty,” he said, rubbing your ass cheek. “I’m sure Theo thinks so too,” he smirked, looking at his friend. “Look at him,” Draco demanded, pulling your hair for you to crane your neck up. Theo still looked amused and cruel, like he was watching his prey. Draco held your head up, while his other hand slid back down your ass, pulling your panties to the side. He slid a finger between your soaking lips before rubbing light circles over your clit. Finally, you felt some relief you desperately craved and your mouth fell open as you looked up at his friend. Theo’s pants were visibly tight and tenting at his crotch as he watched Draco play with you. Draco pushed a long finger in you with ease, pumping in and out before adding another. The pleasure he sent through you each time he curled his fingers, and his friend now palming himself through his pants as he watched you brought you close to climax quickly. You started to pant and moan as you felt the coil in your stomach tighten, but before you reached the intense orgasm approaching, Draco pulled his fingers out of you.

“Please don’t stop,” you whimpered desperately but Draco and Theo just laughed at you.

“You’re a little tease, mudblood. First you come in here teasing me behind Draco’s back and now you want a reward?” Theo shook his head, leaning down to your level.

“I didn’t mean t-“

“Uh uh. I know you wanted us both, slut. You wanted us to share, didn’t you?” You could hear the smirk in Draco’s voice as he whispered in your ear. The implication sent butterflies straight to your stomach as you watched Theo’s eyes darken above you. Your desperation and unresolved ache you felt outweighed the embarrassment you would otherwise feel and you nodded, looking up at Theo.

“Please Draco. Theo mmm” you were cut off as Draco smacked your sore ass one more time before picking you up. He repositioned your so you were between them, ass up toward him, and facing Theo. You heard Draco undo his belt buckle and unzip behind you while you watched Theo unzip his pants in front of you. As he pulled his pants and briefs down, his already rock hard dock sprang free, almost hitting you in the face. It was bigger than you expected and you looked up at him, blinking in surprise. Draco leaned over, pushing his fingers in your mouth, making you taste yourself on them. You sucked his fingers, licking them clean as you looked at Theo, before he opened your mouth with them. You stuck your tongue out, not breaking eye contact with his friend. He wrapped his hand around his cock, and tapped it on your tongue. You swirled your tongue around the tip, tasting the precum that glistened on it before he pushed it into your mouth. Your lips wrapped around it and you ran your tongue down the shaft as he pushed deeper into your mouth. He held your hair looking down at you with pure lust and an open mouth, soft groans escaping him as you sucked. You felt Draco rub the tip of his cock up and down your wet slit and over your clit before pushing deep into you in the first thrust. You moaned around Theo, and the rippling vibrations your moan sent through it turned a switch on in him. He gripped your hair and rammed into your mouth, hitting the back of your throat as Draco did the same to you from behind. They filled your mouth and your pussy to the brim, making your eyes roll back as you took them. You choked, saliva pooling down the sides of your mouth as you sucked harder. Sounds of body’s crashing and all three of your moans’ filled the room. Your eyes rolled back in pleasure as Draco thrust into you. In this position with your back arched, he hit a spot he hadn’t before.

“Fuck, fuck you’re a good little whore for us, mudblood,” Draco moaned as he fucked into you animalistically. You were in too much pleasure to form words even if you didn’t have a mouth full of his friend.

“Such a good girl for us, aren’t you? Good girl for your step brother and me” Theo said, looking into your eyes as he spoke before his head fell back with a moan. Draco wrapped his hand around your throat from behind, fucking you hard and fast as Theo fucked your face. His other hand snaked around under you, rubbing your clit in tight circles as he pounded into you. You moaned uncontrollably, muffled by Theo’s cock, feeling your climax built up again. You whimpered and moaned as you felt like your body was about to give in. You bucked your hips back against Draco frantic and desperate before the chord finally snapped, sending shockwaves through your body. The sounds that fell from your mouth, you had never heard from yourself as the orgasm rocked through you.

“That’s it, cum for us, mudblood,” you heard and it sounded so far away as your head spun. You squeezed and spasmed around Draco, sending him plummeting over the edge as well. You felt him fill you, coating your walls with his hot load right before Theo's did the same to your throat. They both pumped into you a few more times, moaning and riding out their high as you did the same. Your arms and legs shook under you, trying to hold yourself up but the moment they pulled out of you, you collapsed on the bed.

“Fuck,” Theo’s voice was shaky as he caught his breath. “You’ve got a good little mudblood, Draco,” Theo ran his hands through your hair. Your step-brother pulled you between his legs, laying you down with your back against his heaving chest.

“And she’s all mine. Aren’t you?” He asked, wrapping his arms around you. It wasn’t a question but you nodded.

“Yes Draco. All yours. And Theo’s today.” Draco smiled against your hair at your shy response. You felt yourself blush at the thought that you had just been shared by two men, and hid your face in his chest. Theo laid down at the end of the bed, rubbing your still shaking thighs to calm them. You were overwhelmed and exhausted as both of their hands roamed over your sensitive body, but you didn’t try to stop them.

“Can I have that drink now Draco? I think I earned it,” you laughed and he nodded, signalling Theo to fetch it.

“You definitely earned it, pet,” he laughed. He held your head back against his chest as Theo poured some in your mouth. It was harsh straight, but smoother than expected and you swallowed it down.

“Your first good drink and first theeesome in one day. Aren’t you a lucky girl,” Draco teased.

“You’re a lucky man, Malfoy,” Theo tapped his shoulder before turning to you.

“Draco told me he’s teaching you to duel. Thinks he’s going to get you into Hogwarts too.”

“He told you that? Are you going back too?” You asked as he took a swig himself.

“He doesn’t tell me much. Doesn’t tell anyone much,” he laughed, “but he did tell me that. And whatever you two have going on, it’ll be our little secret,” he smirked at the both of you. You hadn’t thought that far ahead, but you realised all too quickly what he alluded to. It was becoming increasingly clear to you that Draco wouldn’t share you with anyone, bar Theo - and going to Hogwarts meant keeping what you had with him a secret. Even keeping it hidden in the house would be a challenge, but you weren’t willing to let that get in the way of what was budding with him.

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Bonus:

Okay I was thinking of writing this myself but like Harry and his crush (who's a talented Potions witch) brews up an aphrodisiac potion into the form of a vapor (inhaled through like an atomizer) and she wants to test it with her best friend (crush lmao) Harry. Idea is a WIP but if you could use it for a smut piece I wouldn't complain 🫣🫣 LOVE YOUR WORK OMFG

Thank you loveee! ❤️

AAAAA thank you for requesting this!!! ive been wanting to write something like this for a while so you gave me the perfect excuse to try it out :D you're the best!

pairing: harry james potter x fem!reader (18+)

summary: you and harry have been working on a project involving amortentia, the most powerful love potion to exist, and when harry tests your device the night before it's due, he has some rather intense side effects.

cw: smut!!! dom!harry, fingering, penetration, breeding

word count: 6k

you and harry had spent the entire semester working together on a project that challenged you to create a new form of an old potion. rather than settling for the obvious ideas like turning felix felicis into gummy candies, you and harry had decided to try something a bit more complex.

you knew right away you wanted to work with amortentia more closely, as you had always been fascinated by the potion and its powerful properties, and harry was more than willing to let you take the reins of the project. he gave insight when he could, and spent a fair amount of time helping you figure out the more complicated steps of the process, but he honestly just loved sitting back and watching you work your magic. literally.

you were by far the most knowledgeable student when it came to potions, and undoubtedly one of the smartest witches harry had ever met. he considered himself lucky that you two had already formed a friendship prior to taking potions together, allowing him to pair up with the most sought after partner in the entire class. more than just your knowledge and skill, harry was just excited to be your partner so he could know you better and see how your mind works.

you were excited to work with harry as well, but not to collaborate on potions and fiddle with mechanics you could never understand. you had looked forward to sitting close to him, reading from the same books, talking for hours, and watching his eyes intently focus as he prepared the ingredients for you. of course you two were friends more than anything, and you never considered yourself one of those girls who would fawn over harry for doing absolutely nothing, but working with him so intimately for the entire semester really made you see him differently. he was funny, he was smart, he remembered every little thing about you, and he always brought you snacks when you were working together. it didn't help that you found him absolutely adorable in big sweaters with messy hair, or felt your heart race when he looked at you from over his glasses, or couldn't keep your eyes off his hands when he was helping you put together your atomizer.

speaking of, your project had actually turned out extremely well for the little experience either of you had in engineering such a device. it was a small, handheld diffuser that transformed liquid amortentia, as well as a mix of other potent aphrodisiacs, into a vapor that could be inhaled for the full effect. harry had actually been the one to suggest the idea, trying to figure out a better way to ingest the mixture while still altering its state. you thought it was brilliant, and were surprised at how smooth the process turned out to be.

however, the presentation for the project was tomorrow morning, and you were still fiddling with a few of the mechanics to get it to work just right. it was hard to know when it was fully finished since testing the product wasn't exactly practical, as the effects would have anyone distracted and unable to focus within seconds of inhaling it. you were a bit frustrated sitting alone at your table in the potions lab, a single light above you as the sun had long since set and night took over. your head was in your hands, staring at the atomizer in front of you, wondering if you should just take the chance and test it since you were alone in the classroom.

just as you were convincing yourself, you heard the door creak open to your right, causing you to jump in your seat. you couldn't make out who was there ar first as your eyes were still adjusting to the dark room around you. you hadn't expected anyone to come in anyway, mostly because it was past curfew and, frankly, who would want to spend their time in the potions lab on a sunday evening?

but, as the figure walked closer to you, you noticed it was harry dressed in pajama pants and a sweatshirt with his slippers scraping across the wooden floors. "harry," you breathed a sigh of relief, your hand resting on your chest. "you scared the piss out of me." you say with a laugh.

harry chuckles, and you notice he's carrying his invisibility robe in one hand, half of his arm disappearing beneath it. "sorry, figured there'd be no one in here," he says with a sleepy voice, setting the robe over his own chair, making it disappear as well.

you sigh, setting your head back in your hands and leaning your elbows on the table. "it's okay, i probably shouldn't be here anyways. this thing has me seeing red, and not in a good way." you complain. harry laughs again, making his way next to you and under the light. your stomach drops at how soft he looks, his hair messy, cheeks flushed, deep voice quietly chuckling as he leans on the table beside you.

"yeah, well, i couldn't sleep knowing it wasn't perfect as well," harry tells you, his eyes fixated on the device. "not that slughorn would notice either way, but…" he trails off, making you crack a smile and chuckle as well.

harry looks down at you, his glasses sitting low on the bridge of his nose. "i just know how much it means to you." he says.

you feel yourself blushing and quickly begin changing the subject. "w-well, i think i've got it most of the way there, it's just, um…" you say nervously, picking up the cylindrical vaporizer and examining it in your hands once again.

"just…?" harry provokes.

you let out a nervous laugh, shaking your head as you pass the device back and forth between your hands. "just…that, um, it still needs to be tested, i guess, to see the full effects, y'know?" you try to explain without stumbling over your thoughts.

harry understands what you mean and nods his head slowly. "oh, right…" he says a bit nervously as well, pushing himself off the table to stand up straight and clear his throat.

an awkward silence hangs in the air for a moment as you continue to roll the vaporizer between your fingers. "yeah…" you trail off once again.

harry nervously chuckles, breaking the silence and making you laugh at the sudden tension. "well, then, hand it over i guess." harry casually requests, holding his hand out to you.

you look up at harry in confusion, your eyebrows pinched together as you examine his lighthearted expression. "harry," you try to find your words, feeling yourself still blushing under his gaze. "are you mad? you can't just test this out randomly." you try to explain to him.

harry shakes his head, his own eyebrows pinching together as he lets out an amused laugh. "why not? it can't be that strong," he shrugs.

you give harry another incredulous look, utterly confused at his nonchalant attitude. "are you kidding? this potion is composed of some of the most potent aphrodisiacs in the world, and inhaling them should only intensify the effects…theoretically," you add the last part in a hopeful tone, turning your attention back to the device in your hands.

harry just extends his hand out further, nearly touching yours. "well, we'll never know if we don't test it, now will we?" he asks with a smirk. you hesitate for another moment, still looking down at your hands. of course you were insanely curious about the effects of the project you spent weeks sweating over, and certainly would feel better knowing it actually works as intended before having to present it to the class tomorrow. but you were worried it could affect harry negatively, or that he could have a bad reaction to it, and you weren't sure if you could take that risk.

"just trust me, [y/n]. i can handle it." harry reassures you once more, his voice warm and familiar.

you sigh, carefully handing over the device to harry and leaning back in your chair. he smiles at you, taking one more look at the design of the vaporizer in his hands before bringing the mouthpiece up to his lips and inhaling the mixture. harry holds his breath for a moment before blowing out the vapor slowly, the clouds surrounding him under the dim lighting in a way that makes your heart stop. he looks ethereal with the billowing vapor coming from his lips and nostrils, a soft smile pinching his cheeks.

"tastes amazing," harry observes, taking another look at the design as the vapor fades into the air.

you wait for a few seconds, looking for any sign of behavioral changes in harry as he continues to rotate the device in his fingers. "well?" you ask in a hopeful tone.

harry looks down at you, and for a split second, you swear his pupils expand to the size of his iris before shrinking back to their normal size, blinking rapidly as they do. harry sets the device down and looks away from you, his neck jerking to the side and his knuckles clenching.

"harry?" you ask, concerned, standing from your seat and reaching for harry's shoulder. before you can touch him he jerks away, making a frustrated groaning sound as he did. you're still concerned, but mostly confused as harry's hands reach for the edge of the table and grip it so hard his veins are pulsing. his breathing is ragged and heavy, nearly growling as he tries to steady it. you're momentarily distracted before harry attempts to speak to you.

"it works," he barks out, his voice strained and impatient. you're taken aback at his aggressive change in tone. "what?" you ask again, trying again to reach for his shoulder. "harry, are you okay?"

just as you make contact with his sweatshirt, harry's legs go limp beneath him as he sinks to his knees. his breathing gets heavier as he lets out a pained groan, trying his best to stand up and let go of the table for support. "just," he says between panting breaths. "i have to go," he abruptly turns and tries to leave, his hands grabbing at his hair and face as he stumbles away.

"harry," you call after him. "what's happening? are you okay? is it hurting you?" you try to get some insight on what harry's experiencing, but he keeps shaking his head as he tries to make his way to the door.

"harry!" you finally snap, stepping away from the table. harry stops in his tracks. "our presentation is in 6 hours and you said you could handle the effects. now, i need to know what they are or else i'm testing it out myself." you demand angrily, crossing your arms in front of your chest.

harry turns to you but doesn't dare look at you, his body hunched over as if he's in pain. his hands are still rubbing at his eyes and he seems to be wiping away sweat on his forehead every other second.

"look, [y/n]," harry snaps back. you're again taken aback by his tone; you've never heard his voice so dark and foreboding before, and the sound of him practically growling your name has your mind racing. "i told you it works, okay? isn't that what you wanted?" his words are rushed, as if he's still trying to leave when you have so many questions that need answered.

"i need to know specifics, harry. what does it feel like? was there any physical response? how strong is it? i mean, you really can't let me ask a few questions about something we've been working on for weeks?" you ask.

harry frustratedly walks towards you, his wide strides making you step back towards the table in anticipation. his fists are balled at his sides, his eyes still pointed at the ground. "you wanna know what it feels like?" his voice bellows in the empty classroom, causing you to jump and gasp. you didn't want any prefects to hear you two in the lab and then have to explain why harry was in such a state.

harry comes closer to you, backing you against the table as his eyes stay fixed downward. "you wanna know how i feel, [y/n]?" he asks again, his voice less angry and more impatient, feeling his hot breath fall across your skin. again, hearing him spit your name at you so aggressively only made your mind race faster. you could hardly speak, so you just nodded your head anxiously, still attempting to put more space between you and harry.

for a while only harry's heavy breathing fills the room. you can see his hands still clenched at his sides, nearly shaking from the amount of pressure they're under. just as you're about to turn your head away from the tense moment, harry's eyes meet yours. you gasp again, this time at just how dark they had become since first looking away from you.

harry smirks evilly at your shock, his hands quickly grasping the edge of the table behind you, bringing his body even closer to yours. you were feeling such a rush of every emotion possible it was hard to tell what exactly you were feeling; all you knew is you could feel the wetness pooling between your legs despite fear making your heart race.

"i feel like i could tear you apart." harry's words drip with venom, his body leaning further into yours. you let out a shaky breath, your feet still trying to back up despite the table stopping you. "and i feel like you would let me." harry teases, his smirk growing.

you let out an involuntary squeal as harry's face comes closer to yours, turning away to avoid his eyes. "h-harry–" you try to protest, but he turns your chin back to him before you can finish.

"wouldn't you?" harry asks with a knowing tone.

you try to turn away again but harry doesn't let you, instead only bringing your lips closer to his as his hand fixes itself around your jaw tightly. you struggle a bit in his grasp but he isn't letting you go.

"i see the way you watch me, pretty girl. you may be smart but you're not very clever." harry's lips barely graze yours as he talks, his breath overwhelming your senses as he continues to stare into your eyes. "you'd love for me to tell you all the filthy thoughts running through my head about you right now, wouldn't you, darling? want me to describe every scenario, every position, every sound that comes from these pretty lips?" harry's thumb raises from your chin to your bottom lip as he swipes it across the soft skin.

you're speechless at his blunt attitude, your legs shaking beneath you as you try your best to continue standing. your mind is a mess trying to understand his response. you knew the vapor would be powerful, but you had no idea harry would react like this. you weren't exactly complaining, it was just so out of character for him to be so suggestive and upfront with his desires, let alone his apparent desire for you.

you clear your throat, trying to gain the confidence to formulate an answer to his question. "h-harry, it's the vapor, y-you're not yourself," you try to explain, your voice getting caught. "just…just sit down a-and we can talk about the side effects."

harry's grip on your jaw tightens more, making you wince slightly.

harry pulls away from your face, his eyes still boring into yours hungrily. his glasses are slightly fogged from how close he was to you, but his blown pupils were still clearly visible. he's looking down at you, smirking, chuckling at your pained expression. "you never answered my questions, if i remember correctly."

you can hardly continue keeping eye contact with harry as you felt your cheeks completely flushed and heart racing beneath his grasp. you were trying to keep it together knowing he was under the effects of a powerful potion, but part of you has wanted this for so long it only feels right to let harry have what he seems to want as well. i mean, that's what friends are for, right?

still squirming under the weight of his body against yours, harry grows impatient as he lets his clothed erection just barely rub against your thigh, enough to get your attention. your eyes widen, and harry smiles in satisfaction, humming at your response. you let your body relax despite your thumping heartbeat and rapid breathing, feeling yourself lean into harry as well.

harry hums again with his eyes tracing over every part of your face like he's trying to memorize it. "hmm, that's what i thought. now, tell me, pretty girl," harry starts, his hand tilting your head up to face him more. "what do you want?"

his question left you speechless once again. you didn't expect harry to consider your feelings in the matter; not that it made any difference anyway, you've wanted him just as bad for a long time now. but you were conflicted, was harry actually attracted to you, or would the potion make him act this way towards anybody? would it be wrong of you to encourage his behavior knowing he was under the influence of a potion? did any of that even matter with harry's throbbing erection pressed against you?

rather than answering harry's question, you took a chance and reached for his shoulders to help steady yourself before pressing your lips against his. harry moans into your mouth at the feeling, his grip on your jaw loosening but still holding you in place. his other hand snakes around from the edge of the table to your ass, hungrily grabbing for it and making you gasp.

harry takes this chance to shove his tongue past your lips, pushing you back against the table once more. in one swift motion he lifts your ass onto the tabletop, sitting you down in front of him. both of his hands go to the hem of your shirt, which you help him take off quickly. his lips attached to your neck, his hands already wrapped around your waist, and you nervously watched the door behind harry to make sure no one catches you two.

you start pulling at harry's sweatshirt and he rips it off before you even have the chance to help him. his skin is hot to the touch, and his hair's becoming damp with sweat. "harry," you say shakily as he's leaving a bruise on the side of your neck with his teeth. "you're so warm,"

pulling away and admiring the fresh red mark he's left on you, harry has a slight smirk on his swollen lips, "you should feel my heart," he says with a chuckle, guiding one of your hands to his warm chest. you can immediately feel his racing heart just beneath your fingertips, beating at a pace that couldn't be healthy for him.

you try to protest, but harry just gives you another hungry but short kiss. "i'm fine, [y/n]. i'm better than fine. it's like every inhibition i've ever had is gone, and it feels amazing. i'm sorry if i've been a bit strong, but, if you could see what i'm thinking, you'd actually be a bit impressed with my restraint…" harry voice is softer this time, his hands finding their way to your back, fiddling with the clasps on your bra. his lips wander from your ear down to your shoulder, sending a chill down your spine.

once harry has your bra undone, he looks back at you for confirmation. you eagerly help him remove it from you, throwing it to the side as harry's eyes become fixated on your chest. "fucking hell, [y/n]." harry curses under his breath before his hands cup your boobs aggressively, making you whimper in response.

it doesn't take long before harry has to press his lips against the soft skin of your tits, with his teeth following not far behind. you instinctively bring a hand to your mouth to muffle the sounds you can't hold back, but harry isn't having any of it. he gives you a stern look before grabbing your wrist and placing your hand in his messy hair. "let me hear you." he states, his voice dark and commanding once again.

once harry's lips and tongue find their way to your nipples, you can't help but start to melt in his hands. whiny moans, gasps, and occasional curses fall from your lips watching harry's eyes flutter close as he enjoys pleasing you. your fingers become entangled in his hair, holding him closer to your chest.

however, harry soon grows impatient again, and your filthy noises certainly didn't help him.

he pulls you down from the table, making sure you're able to stand before quickly turning you around and pressing his erection against your ass. you moan at the feeling and grind against him, making harry's grip on your waist tighten as he lets out his own strangled moan.

you help harry remove your pants as his come off as well. only left in your underwear, harry's arms wrap around you from behind, his fingers softly running across the wet fabric covering your pussy. "fuck," he breathes against your ear, his other arm wrapping across your chest and bringing you further into him. "i need you."

harry's desperate tone sends another shiver across your skin, your mind practically short circuiting at the thought of him wanting you so badly.

harry bends you over the table, his chest against your back as he leaves rushed kisses along the nape of your neck. the cold surface of the lab table makes you gasp, your nipples hardening at the sensation.

"now," harry says, leaving one more kiss just under your ear. "what i want you to do," he continues, reaching for your open notebook across the table as well as your pen. "is be a good potions student, and write down my symptoms." he tells you as he sets the notebook in front of you and hands you the pen. you can practically hear the smirk in his voice.

you're a bit confused and nearly about to protest when you feel harry's fingers hook under your panties and pull them down hastily. you try to look back at him, but a hand quickly grabs your hair from behind and forces you to look back at your notes. "follow the rules, darling." harry's deep voice instructs you with a hint of a threat behind his words.

harry's grip on your hair only makes your pussy throb more. you can feel his other hand resting on the back of your thigh, his fingers running along the wet folds of your pussy, humming to himself at the warm feeling. just as you're about to start writing, you can feel harry slowly pushing a finger inside of you. your moan is strained at the unfamiliar feeling, but harry's tight grip in your hair loosens as he begins to comfort you. "just relax and let me take care of it, baby."

if you weren't wet before you certainly were now. your knees were weakening beneath you, forcing you to lean into the table for more support. you relaxed your body and breathed evenly, trying to shift your focus to the notes in front of you instead. your handwriting is shaky and uneven, biting your lip in an attempt to distract yourself from the desperate feeling growing inside you.

"go on, tell me what you wrote." harry teases. you groan in protest but attempt to speak anyway. "r-rapid, heartbeat," you manage to say before you start writing the next symptom. "d–" you try to speak, but you gasp as harry introduces another finger into your aching pussy.

harry chuckles, tightening his grip in your hair. "hm?" he asks, waiting for you to continue. you try to hold back your moans as you look back down at your notes, your eyes attempting to focus on your writing. "d-dilated…pupils…" you trail off, your eyes rolling back as harry's fingers thrust deeper into you. you can hardly keep your moaning under control and harry's loving every second of it.

"lack of…inhibitions," you breathe out, your handwriting barely legible the more you write. harry deep chuckle from behind you only distracts you further. your stomach is tight and your legs can barely hold you up anymore as you feel your high begin to build. just as it does, harry removes his fingers and leaves you feeling empty.

before you can whine, harry lets go of his grip on your hair and instead grabs your shoulders, pulling you up from the table a bit. holding yourself up with your arms, harry separates your feet with his. you can feel the head of his cock grinding against your wetness from behind.

harry's fingers end up in your mouth, making you taste yourself as he forces your head back to look at him. his eyes are entirely dark, no longer the inviting shades of blue you're so accustomed to. his smirk is evil, and his hair is sticking to his forehead from the excessive sweating. "i want to watch you take me." harry's voice is darker than his eyes, a cold, demanding force that takes what it needs.

with his fingers still holding your mouth open, you let out a pained moan at the overwhelming feeling of harry's cock pushing inside of you. despite his aggressive demeanor, harry remains gentle with you, giving you time to adjust to the feeling and carefully watching your expression. his eyes are practically sparkling with lust watching you lose yourself in the feeling of being filled by his cock.

"fuck," harry curses under his breath again. his other hand grabs for your hips, his fingers digging into your skin like you're the only thing keeping him standing. "feel so good, darling." harry places a messy kiss on your forehead before he begins thrusting into you again, slowly, enjoying every second he's inside of you.

you're nearly crying out in pleasure and desperation with the pathetic sounds coming from you. you can hardly move against harry's grasp, not that you were complaining, but you just needed more or else you would go insane.

you attempt to push your hips back to make harry get the message, and the smirk on his face tells you he got it right away. once he starts thrusting into you quicker, your mind goes blank. you can feel the drool start to drip out of your mouth and over harry's fingers, even down to your chest and the table top. harry is groaning at the sight of you becoming such a mess for him.

"looks like you needed this more than i did, hm?" harry teases, his lips so close to your ear you can feel them. you nod eagerly, your hands reaching for his arm holding your mouth open. you grip onto his forearm for stability, your eyes rolling back into your head at the overwhelming pleasure. he takes his fingers out of your mouth and instead holds your throat tightly. you gasp for air and wipe the drool from your lips.

soon both of your moans fill the room, the air sweaty and the table creaking beneath you. the fear of someone hearing you or getting caught no longer concerns you, if anything it just thrills you even more.

harry then reaches for your notes and pen again. you try hold the pen as well as you could. "i have one more symptom i want you to add," harry says between heavy breaths, becoming worn out and even more sweaty. you whine, but nod your head as you attempt to line your writing up with the rest.

you feel harry bend you further over the table, his chest hot against your back as he continues pounding into you. it's challenging trying to keep your eyes open and focused when you're completely blissed out with harry groaning in your ear.

"obsession," he hisses, his grip on your throat tightening as he picks up the pace of his thrusts.

you try to write out the word, but you can hardly keep your hands steady. your stomach feels tight, your heart starts beating even faster, and you can feel yourself on the brink of your orgasm.

harry chuckles at your pathetic attempt at writing, but moves the notebook away anyway. "good girl." he commends you.

it's enough to bring you over the edge, your mouth dropping open with nasty sounds and eyes rolling back once more. harry groans into your ear as your pussy tightens around him, his thrusting becoming sloppy and tired.

"please," he breathes out just as you start coming down. "please, baby, can i cum inside you, please, please, i need it," harry's practically begging you, as if he even needed to ask.

"cum inside me, harry, please,"

"fuck," he moans again, his voice broken and needy. he's still desperately chasing his high, his hands sliding around to your stomach to feel himself pounding into you. "you're all mine, [y/n], all fucking mine." he growls into your ear. you could nearly cum again hearing harry fall apart behind you.

with a few more stuttering thrusts, harry cums inside you with another broken moan, bending you over the table again as his hands try to catch himself. his cock still fully inside you, you can feel his chest rising and falling on your back as he tries to catch his breath.

harry quickly gets off of you, almost in a rush. you turn to him and see his eyes are wide, his pupils shrinking back to their normal size, his hair nearly soaked in sweat. he tries his best to cover himself up, eventually grabbing for his pajama pants to put them back on. you're a bit lost at his reaction, hoping he didn't regret his actions so quickly.

"u-uhm, [y/n], i'm…i'm, so sorry," harry apologizes, his voice genuine and scared. he's wiping the sweat from his face, barely able to look at you. "i-i didn't mean for it to, f-for me to, um…" he's stumbling over his words, the same nervous harry you were so used to.

you smirked, crossing your arms in front of your chest to cover yourself a bit as well. "what, you didn't mean to fuck me over our lab table?" you ask smugly. harry's cheeks are completely flushed but he's trying his best to hide that from you, his hands covering his face.

"stop." he simply says, his voice meek and quiet. you giggle to yourself and step closer to him, admiring how pretty his sweaty skin looks in the dim lighting.

"hey," you say to him, stopping only about a foot away, completely naked and still shaking a bit. you reach for harry's arm and tug at it, making him uncover his face. he still doesn't dare look at you. "look, it's okay. that potion was extremely powerful, and we didn't know what would happen. as long as you feel alright that's all that matters, yeah? and, y'know, we can still be friends, even if you regret it..." you add the last part quietly, your voice breaking a bit.

harry looks up at you with guilty eyes. he's a bit distracted by your bare skin, but he can't stop looking back into your eyes. "please, don't take this as regret," he says, his eyebrows raised sympathetically. "i-i just, that's not…" he sighs, frustrated, looking away from you again. "it wasn't supposed to happen that way, our first time. n-not that i've thought about it that much," harry nervously interrupts himself, making you giggle once more.

harry looks back at you, his eyes wandering down to your chest. "u-uhm, just, you…if we ever did, y'know…you'd just deserve so much better than that," he tries to explain himself while clearly flustered.

you laugh again. "harry, i clearly enjoyed myself just then, didn't i? i mean, i don't know how it could've been much better." you admit, still in a teasing tone.

harry reaches for your shirt on the floor and offers to help you put it on. as he does you notice his eyes lingering on your chest again. "yes, but, i would've at least liked for you to have a bed to be comfortable on…" he says, knocking his knuckles against the hard surface of the table.

you roll your eyes at harry and reach for your pants as well. "well, maybe we can plan better for next time." you say with a smirk as you slip them on. harry straightens up from grabbing his shirt and looks at you with wide eyes again. "next time?" he asks innocently. you swear you could take him again right then and there, but you hold yourself back. "yeah, next time. if you'd like that." you offer him.

harry gives you that same shy smile he always has, and can barely hold himself back as he steps towards you and gives you a soft kiss on your lips. it's different, not hungry or full of lust, but rather warm and comforting. he pulls away after a moment to look at you, admiring your face in the light. "i'd love to." he whispers to you.

after helping you pack your stuff and clean up the table, harry offers to walk you back to your room with the invisibility cloak. you accept his offer and he wraps his arm around your shoulders, covering you both and walking you out of the lab and down the hallway.

before he leaves you for the night, harry can't help but snag another kiss, still as soft and loving as before with his hand resting on your cheek. you giggle into his lips, laying your forehead on his. "goodnight, harry." you say to him, readjusting your bag with your notebooks. "goodnight, my love." he tells you, unwrapping you from the cloak and leaving you with a swish.

the next morning you two had barely slept, sitting in potions class with matching eye bags and flushed cheeks. you could hardly look at the side of the table you were just bent over last night, and noticed harry smirking anytime he turned his head that way as well. his hands were subtly bumping into yours, as well as his knees, trying anything to get your attention during the other presentations. you just gave him a look, but couldn't help smiling at his gestures.

when it was your turn to present, harry let you do most of the talking and admired how passionately you spoke about the process to create the device. slughorn was more than impressed with your skill and knowledge, and awarded you and harry with top marks for your vaporizer.

"would there be any way to test the device?" he had asked curiously, holding it between his hands and examining it. "no!" you nearly exclaimed, taking it from his hands before he could even try. slughorn gives you a surprised look, but harry pipes up from behind you. "it's entirely too powerful to just try it out casually, sir." he says.

slughorn's eyebrows pinch together. "how so?" he asks. you and harry exchange awkward looks, both blushing and chuckling to yourselves. harry takes the device from you and puts it in his own pocket.

"just trust me, sir."

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fic recs; my absolute favorite works

hi there, i decided to put together a list of my absolute favorite fanfics, please check out the writers and their other works! & the list is in no order of liking

to the writers: thank you so much for writing these, i enjoyed each and every one of your fanfics, pls write more, love michelle &lt;3

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angelic by @xreaderbooks (pls, my heart <3)

everything black by @firsttimewriter92 (came back to this one at least twice, girl- so good!!)

i see you by @hermioneshandbag (girl, girl- this was so good)

teaching a moderately old dog new tricks by @spxllcxstxr (got me blushing <3)

cherry bomb by @evanpeterswhoresblog ( chefs kiss, love love loved it <3)

dream guy by @themissingweasley26 (cute, loved it <3)

marrón by @amortentiainmyfirewhiskey (got me feeling like the baddest bitch)

i am half-agony, half hope...i have loved none but you by @sunnami (GIRL girl girl- this- i swear to god, it has me in a chokehold. your brilliant mind <3)

poly!marauders x reader - drunk james & reader by @moonstruckme (there's no title but, this was so cute)

i'll love you 'til the grass around my gravestone is deceased by @mybutcheredtongue (so cute, i love post azkaban sirius, your brilliant mind, god i love this!)

identation in the shape of you by @whorediaries-09 (i love post azkaban sirius & this comforted me so so much, i loved it <3)

i can't lose when i'm with you by @neytirisheaven (so good, i came back several times for this, loved it sooo much <3)

coward by @luv4freddie (girl- so good, i love love loved it <3)

foreign fancy by @princessconsuela120 (got me kicking my feet and smiling, girl-<3)

the american by @justagirlwholikesadam (i love this different take, so good that i came back to it several times, i loooved it <3)

pretty boy by @cloudybarnes (harry fics have a special place in my heart & i looooved this one <3)

revenge is a dish best served cold by @wonderlandwalker (so good, had me on my toes, i looooved it <3)

forget me, not by @folklvrsworld (girl- if u want a good cryin' sesh, read it, it was soo gooood, girl-<3)

come back, be here by @ellecdc (girl, girl, stop what u're doin' & read this, i loved every single word <3)

i am yours by @annabelinlove (i love poly!marauders fics & this one is a pretty good one, read it. now! loved it <3)

sad beginnings by @finelinevogue (wolfstar fics got me feeling some type of way, this is sooo goood <3)

just ours by @0x81 (wolfstar, what else should i say, read it, like yesterday, got me blushing and shit-)

the stash by @thebestofoneshots (if someone knows how to write smut than it's this writer, like how do u write like this- i'm speechless, flabbergasted <3)

divorcing orion black by @kquil (i've never quite read something like this, it's so so so good. pls more<3)

azkaban prison by @justsomerandomfanfic (i'd die for sirius black & this one in particular, more more more pls <3)

heroes in tattoos by @kquil (i'd die to read this for the first time again, like-I'm coming back to this whenever i have a rough day and i love it still, so goood <3)

new romantics by @pretty-little-mind33 (i love me a good james potter fic & this one has my feet kickin' & smilin' like an idiot <3)

injured (hip) by @hollowdeath (i love enimies to lovers & harry so- pls read it, it's great <3)

the one with the blouse by @super-clearlysaltybouquet (oh, how i love angst. i love love love angsty shit & this one was pure gold <3)

love potion and unspoken desires by @cyripticchronicler (amortentia stories are one of my favorites, this was absolutely great, read. it. now!)