#Spicetober2024

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Hot

Drarry drabble for Day 1 of Spicetober, an event organized by @thewritingheirsofslytherin discord. This one's kinky, but sfw. It belongs to the same verse as my story more than i can say.

“Mmh,” says Harry, hugging the large pillow tighter. Muscles dance under the dark skin of his back like moonlit ripples over calm water.

“Too hot?” asks Draco. It didn't sound like a complaint, but he likes to be sure.

“Nah. ‘S good.”

“Alright, then.” Draco weaves his fingers into the thick curls at the back of Harry’s head. Just because he can. “I’ll drip more in the same spot.”

Catlike, Harry presses up into the touch and lets out a decidedly purr-like rumble.

“Stay still,” my pet. One day, Draco will find the courage to say it out loud.

“Mhm.”

Draco holds his breath and carefully angles the red candle. The wax drip-drip-drips at first and then pours out of the pool heated by the little flame all at once. Harry groans and squirms, but there's no getting away from it.

“Fuck,” Draco hisses. “Sorry.”

“Nah.” Harry grinds his hips into the mattress. “‘S good.” Still clutching the pillow, he turns his face just enough for Draco to catch half of a smirk and one eye’s mercurial spark. “’S all good.”

Draco exhales, wrestling his rising anxiety into submission, then kisses the velveteen sheen of the nearest shoulder. “You really should learn a few more words, Potter.”

“Nah,” says Harry, and they laugh.

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𝕊𝕡𝕚𝕔𝕖𝕥𝕠𝕓𝕖𝕣 𝟚𝟘𝟚𝟜 𝔻ℝ𝔸𝔹𝔹𝕃𝔼

𝕊𝕌𝔾𝔸ℝ 𝔸ℕ𝔻 𝕊ℙ𝕀ℂ𝔼

Summary:

He'd never tasted anything so sweet as her.   For The Writing Heirs of Slytherin Spicetober challenge on Discord. Second prompt: Sweet

Notes:

For The Writing Heirs of Slytherin Spicetober challenge on Discord. Second prompt: Sweet A short and sweet drabble. Hope you enjoy. :3

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Draco Malfoy had gone native. With a muggleborn girlfriend who straddled the two words of magic and muggle, he’d learned to use many electrical devices. His favourite was the espresso machine.

And it was the perfect season for his favourite beverage: pumpkin spice lattes.

Hermione let out a startled noise and he looked over at her. She was sitting in a window alcove in the apartment they shared, nose buried in her book, arms hugging her knees. Enthralled and immersed in her reading.

Draco watched her, a soft smile on his face. The beautiful, autumn view outside her window, enchanting and distracting to most people, but not nearly as enticing to the bookworm with a good book, snuggled up in her reading nook.

All she needed was a good drink. He hummed to himself as he finished making the drink in question. For over an hour she’d been sitting there, ignoring him. He’d learned not to take it personally anymore but sometimes he needed a different kind of sugar from her.

Draco tapped the desk next to her and placed the latte, getting her attention. She frowned at him before noticing the drink then smiled and took a sip, sighing with contentment. Hermione gave him a smile and thank-you then went right back to her book. Brows creasing, he leant down and tilted his head to kiss her. Draco tasted honey and pumpkin, delving into her mouth, enticed by the flavours.

“Ah-ah,” she said, pulling away. “I’m reading.”

Draco laughed and shook his head. “Okay, fine. I can take a hint. You can tell me all about your new book later.”

She nodded without looking up. He kissed the crown of her head, still tasting the spices from the pumpkin spice latte. Every inch of her really was so sweet.

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Reward https://ift.tt/GnQINdl by EmmaLouiseFanfiction He thought she wanted the fire. It made her wet. But this time, Hermione was more interested in having his mouth do the work.   For The Writing Heirs of Slytherin Spicetober challenge on Discord. Thirty-first prompt: Treat   Is a continuation of prompt 24, here: https://ift.tt/gjRW7nJ Words: 234, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Series: Part 31 of Just a Little Bit Spicy: spicetober2024 Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: F/M Characters: Draco Malfoy, Hermione Granger Relationships: Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy Additional Tags: Established Relationship, Fire play, Consensual burning, Consensual Kink, Masochism, BDSM, Dom/sub Play, Cunnilingus, Reward, Safety first via AO3 works tagged 'Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy' https://ift.tt/gUZzDtJ November 01, 2024 at 01:43AM

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𝕊𝕡𝕚𝕔𝕖𝕥𝕠𝕓𝕖𝕣 𝟚𝟘𝟚𝟜 𝔻ℝ𝔸𝔹𝔹𝕃𝔼

𝕃𝔸𝕋ℍ𝔼ℝ

Summary:

They were just friends. That's what he kept telling himself. But she was so very warm under his hands. And he would never do this for any of his other friends.   For The Writing Heirs of Slytherin Spicetober challenge on Discord. Eleventh prompt: Tease

Notes:

Hope you enjoy. :3

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Just friends. That’s what he’d told everyone. He was just friends with Hermione Granger.

Draco repeated these words to himself as he agreed to join their respective friends in a group trip to a muggle beach. As Hermione gave him a flirtatious smile in greeting. As she shimmied out of her tight jeans and tiny shirt, revealing an emerald green two-piece bikini that had him drooling.

They were just friends… just…. Goodness. Draco’s mouth hung open as the woman in question turned away from him and bent over, looking for something in her bag. Pert. Fuck. Her arse was perfect. He couldn’t tear his eyes away.

Draco sat, spellbound, watching Hermione Granger’s bum wiggle in front of him. Then she was sitting on her beach towel and rubbing some muggle lotion on her skin.

Draco cleared his throat. “There’s a spell for that.”

“I prefer doing it this way.”

“I bet you do,” he mumbled under his breath.

She glanced at him and licked her lips. “I can’t reach my back…”

“Granger.”

She either couldn’t or wouldn’t hide her grin.

“Can you do me?”

Fuck.

She was doing this on purpose. Granger grabbed his hand in hers. Her fingers were moist from the cream as she curled them into his palm, making him tremble.

“Please?”

Then his hands were on her. Rubbing. Feeling her body warm under his touch. He shifted into a more comfortable position as she moaned softly. She leant into his touch and wriggled herself closer. The woman had no tact but the edge of her bum against his legs was doing things to him, nonetheless.

“Thank-you,” she said when he handed the lotion back, body flushed and face red.

He was going to have to get her back for this. “Tease.”

She laughed.

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𝕊𝕡𝕚𝕔𝕖𝕥𝕠𝕓𝕖𝕣 𝟚𝟘𝟚𝟜 𝔻ℝ𝔸𝔹𝔹𝕃𝔼

𝕋ℍ𝔼 𝕊ℂ𝔼ℕ𝕋 𝕆𝔽 ℍ𝔼ℝ

Summary:

He always knew her scent. And she always got off on it.   For The Writing Heirs of Slytherin Spicetober challenge on Discord. Fourth prompt: Aroma

Notes:

Hope you enjoy. :3

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Draco Malfoy had a good sense of smell. He could pick the light smell of a single grain of rice in his girlfriend’s kimchi and egg salad. So when he lowered his mouth to her cunt, and inhaled deeply, he was overwhelmed with more than just her scent. Vanilla. Lavender. Rose. She’d taken a bath recently. He kissed her nether lips softly and she wriggled underneath him. Impatient and desperate. Shivering at the slight touch.

“You smell so good.”

“I just had a shower.”

“Hm. A bath.”

He was positive about that. The minx always tried to trick him.

“A bubble bath.”

“Scented candles?”

Hermione nodded and whinnied as he kissed her again. She got off on him trying to guess what oils she’d used. He parted her lips, head between her legs, and blew onto her.

She shuddered. “Draco…”

He chuckled against her skin, and peppered kisses along the lips of her labia before diving in as she wanted, prodding, suckling, licking. She cried his name when he added a few fingers, curling his digits up towards her g-spot as he thrusted.

“Lavender,” he groaned, rubbing his nose along her clitoris.

“Yes,” she breathed.

He inhaled again, making a show of discovering what he already knew. “Vanilla.”

She wiggled again. “Yes.”

Draco paused, swiping his tongue along her slit, enjoying the way she whined, bucked and groaned. This never got old. She pressed her cunt to his face, silently begging for more.

“Rose,” he growled into her cunt.

“Fuck yes!”

And with that she was done. The aroma of her covered his face. Not lavender, not vanilla, not rose; unequivocally and unrepentantly her .

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𝕊𝕡𝕚𝕔𝕖𝕥𝕠𝕓𝕖𝕣 𝟚𝟘𝟚𝟜 𝔻ℝ𝔸𝔹𝔹𝕃𝔼

𝕆ℕ 𝔽𝕀ℝ𝔼

Summary:

She wasn't burning but her whole body was on fire. And Draco was determined to make it feel good.   For The Writing Heirs of Slytherin Spicetober challenge on Discord. Twenty-fourth prompt: Candle(s)

Notes:

They're consensual but still, mind the tags. Enjoy. :3

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“Are you sure you want this?”

“I trust you,” Hermione said, keeping her head buried in the pillows on their bed.

Draco smiled at that. Anything they did or used could be healed, and made nonflammable as he explored her naked body. But he trusted she was being honest about this.

“Are you ready, pet?”

“Yes, please . Burn me.”

He tipped the candle in his hand and the flame flickered. Gravity kept it upright but the edges seared the air above her bare back.

She jolted at the first sensation of the fire touching her. A fear response that soon fell away as she got into her pleasure zone. He was careful. More careful than he’d ever been with his girlfriend. Hermione trusted him to burn her just right. She arched into the heat.

She was murmuring, “please, please,” over and over. Chanting his name as he carried the flame to more sensitive areas. Pleasing the delicate pain receptors with the fire. Gently. Creating the sensation of burning along her skin as pleasure rather than pain. With a few added, modified spells to keep it safe but inflamed, he had her wet in seconds.

“Good girl,” he praised her as she came undone.

The wax was now pooling into her skin, creating a delicious pink tinge on her light skin. But they weren’t done. There were plenty of other parts of her to burn, after all.

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Cinnamon

Drarry drabble for Day 6 of Spicetober, an event organized by @thewritingheirsofslytherin discord. In this one, Harry Potter is obsessed with Draco Malfoy (shocking, I know), and Slytherins are Up To Something.

The room goes stock-still and silent as the door bursts open and none other but Harry bloody Potter stumbles in, barely keeping his feet. Apparently, he was pushed by Greg, who enters after him, Vince close behind.

“Look who we found, snooping around,” Greg announces. He gives Potter’s back another shove, casual-like, just as he regained his balance. Potter staggers forward. His glasses slip off and fall onto the flagstones with a clatter.

Draco’s attention is diverted from the show by something Vince throws at him. His hand tingles with hostile magic as he catches it on reflex. Potter’s wand.

“Don’t,” Draco says, just in time to stop Greg from stepping on Potter’s glasses. Perhaps Potter’s fingers too, busy as they are feeling around the floor. “Let him see.”

Greg kicks the glasses in Potter’s direction. Armed with his eyesight once more, Potter finally straightens up and takes in the room. The carpets and cushions. The bottles, glasses and cans. The hookahs. All the people in all the stages of undress, only a few still staring at him. And at last, the 1/4 scale pensieve projection playing in the center of the circle.

Gone is his harassed look. His eyes are round with wonder, his jaw loose and his mouth agape. A blush is spreading over his handsome cheeks like wildfire.

“Aww, would you look at him,” Pansy purrs, leaning her head on Draco’s shoulder. “Such a cute little cinnamon bun. Too good for this world. Too pure.”

Blaise, sitting to her left, snorts into his wine.

The murmured conversations, sighs and quiet moans have long resumed. No one but Draco is paying Potter any heed. Their eyes meet, and Potter swallows what looks like a voluminous lump.

“So now you know,” Draco mouths at him.

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𝔽𝔸ℕ𝕋𝔸𝕊𝕐 ℂ𝕃𝕌𝔹

Summary:

Sick and tired of watching Draco avoid the woman he's been pining for, Pansy decides to drag him to her Sex Club to indulge in Hermione Granger.   For The Writing Heirs of Slytherin Spicetober challenge on Discord. Ninth prompt: Masks

Notes:

Hope you enjoy. :3

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Pansy Parkinson owned a Fantasy Club. Men and women came to her to enact fantasies and tonight, the women were photographed masked and naked for their stranger’s choosing. It was all consensual and forms were filled out on preferences.

Draco fingered the photo on the top of the pile.

Pansy made sure to put the one of Granger on the top. She was banking on Hermione’s hair drawing his attention first. Plump lips next. Perfect body afterwards. No way would Draco pass her over.

Draco slid the photo away.

Pansy groaned.

“I thought you might choose this one,” she said, holding Granger’s moving photo up to his face.

Draco’s ears tinged pink and he lowered his eyes.

“What is the problem?”

“It’s too much like her .”

“You mean the woman you’ve been pining for?”

He cleared his throat and Pansy watched in delight as a myriad of emotions darkened his face. “It’ll never be her.”

Right. He didn’t want to be reminded of the real deal while partaking in a fake. And she was well aware he thought Granger hated him. He wouldn’t listen to reason so this was Pansy’s last ditch attempt to get them in a room together.

She sighed. “The whole point of this is to indulge your fantasies, Draco.” She shoved Granger’s photo at him. “Go indulge.”

He gripped the photo tightly, forcing himself to look at it as the woman sucked her thumb and pinched her nipple. She really did look like Granger. And her perfect tits were just how he imagined they would be. “Fuck it.”

Pansy grinned as he tucked the photo in his shirt and strode into the adjoining room, ready to meet his masked girl. She chuckled. “He’s all yours, Granger.”

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𝕊𝕡𝕚𝕔𝕖𝕥𝕠𝕓𝕖𝕣 𝟚𝟘𝟚𝟜 𝔻ℝ𝔸𝔹𝔹𝕃𝔼

ℙ𝕆ℕ𝕐 ℙ𝕃𝔸𝕐

Summary:

His view was perfect. She looked so good on all fours. She wanted him to ride her so hard.   For The Writing Heirs of Slytherin Spicetober challenge on Discord. Seventh prompt: Leather

Notes:

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Draco could never have conjured a more beautiful sight than the one in front of him. His girlfriend, positioned on all fours on the floor, her arse in the air. Her legs parted. His cock sliding along the outside of her puckered hole.

Hermione pushed back at him as he gripped the mock reins in his hands. The leather was tight against her skin. Cold. Detached. Soft. And uncomfortable. Okay, there might be a tiny bit of pain. But as Hermione pushed back against Draco, his hips rocking against hers, she didn’t seem to care.

Fuck.

The bridle that was restraining her head had been custom made for her. And it had been her idea. She was going to be the death of him.

She arched her back. “Fuck me, Draco. Please!” Her voice was muffled through the bit. The mouthpiece. But he understood every word.

He slapped her butt as he thrust his hips at her arse and she whinnied, almost falling on her face. From the pain or the pleasure he didn’t know. He tugged on the reins with one hand, jerking her head back.

“You like that?” He asked, when she made a nonsensical sound of excitement.

“Mm-hm.” She rotates her hips, trying to find his cock as he continues to keep it away from where she wants it.

Done with that particular tease, Draco gripped his cock and rubbed it along her pussy, and shoved his way inside her. Hermione cried out. He started thrusting immediately, using his free hand to steady himself against her. Draco leant over her as he pounded into her, whispering in her ear all the dirty thoughts going through his head.

Eventually, she cried her release. The leather of the horse’s reins squeezing and tormenting her cunt.

“Good girl,” he purred.

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𝕊𝕡𝕚𝕔𝕖𝕥𝕠𝕓𝕖𝕣 𝟚𝟘𝟚𝟜 𝔻ℝ𝔸𝔹𝔹𝕃𝔼

ℝ𝔼𝕎𝔸ℝ𝔻

Summary:

He thought she wanted the fire. It made her wet. But this time, Hermione was more interested in having his mouth do the work.   For The Writing Heirs of Slytherin Spicetober challenge on Discord. Thirty-first prompt: Treat   Is a continuation of prompt 24, here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/60033301

Notes:

The final prompt and last for this series! Thankyou so much to everyone who read any of these drabbles.💚 Mind the tags and enjoy! :3

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The fire was now a punishment. He kept it close to her skin, aching to burn her. But she seemed to have different ideas. Draco cast Incarcerous as Hermione wriggled on the bed. There was nothing more beautiful than a naked Hermione, pouting. Waiting for him to devour her.

“Remember your safe word, love?”

She nodded. He leant down to kiss her quickly, then grabbed the lit candle.

“Trick or treat?”

The flame flickered, biting at her skin and she squirmed.

“Love?”

“Treat.” She gasped as he dipped his mouth to her cunt. Sucking on her clit. The hand holding the candle swayed with the momentum but he made no move to correct it. Hermione whimpered as it burned her.

“Good girl,” he purred, licking up her slit. Draco tore his mouth from her. Teeth raking over her sensitive lips. She arched her body, crying at the pain.

She was going to be the death of him.

“Treat,” she murmured again, gasping, and without having to be asked.

“Are you sure?” He knew how much she’d loved the fire play. But Hermione seemed intent on her reward this time. She was desperate for his mouth on her cunt. Fuck.

“Love?” Draco lowered the fire to her belly.

She squealed. “Treat!”

He tutted. “So disappointing. So predictable.”

But he lowered his mouth to feast once more. Because he couldn’t get enough of this part either.

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𝕊𝕡𝕚𝕔𝕖𝕥𝕠𝕓𝕖𝕣 𝟚𝟘𝟚𝟜 𝔻ℝ𝔸𝔹𝔹𝕃𝔼

𝕋𝔼𝔸𝕊𝔼

Summary:

Pansy loved Samhain. She loved Autumn. It was her favourite time of year. But even more she loved dressing up for Halloween and torturing the men in her life. For The Writing Heirs of Slytherin Spicetober challenge on Discord. First prompt: Hot

Notes:

For The Writing Heirs of Slytherin Spicetober challenge on Discord. First prompt: Hot Just a fun little drabble where Pansy teases "the boys" with her outfit. Hope you enjoy. :3

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Pansy Parkinson twirled, arms above her head, and spun her hips to the sound of the music. A light yet provocative melody that suited Samhain. A little creepy. But definitely on vibe. Autumn was her favourite season not only because the ambiance was so serene and tangible, but because it was the perfect excuse to get dressed up and tease the boys.

She spun around again, smirking at the way every male gaze in the vicinity shifted to her. Her skirt was too short, her shirt was tucked under her boobs, exposing her midriff and highlighting her new magical implants. And her kitty costume just screamed “fuck me!”.

She’d added Halloween themed bells to the shirt, right over where her nipples were, as well as lining them along the edges of her skirt. They were charmed to be almost noiseless, just tinkling lightly in the background, white noise. She thought it made her look sexy.

Halloween parties and school dances outside, in the Autumn breeze, were meant for such beautifully vulgar displays. She turned again, looking back at the boys, her butt jutting out, her torso twisted in an innocently seductive manner. Draco, Blaise, and Theo all stood staring at her like she was a strawberry flavoured candy sugar quill. Eyes wide. Mouths dry and agape.

She smirked again, bouncing on the spot to make her tits jiggle and the bells tinkle lightly.

“Well?” She asked, drawing out the word and batting her eyelashes. “How do I look?”

Theo cleared his throat and a faint blush darkened his cheeks. Draco was as red as a tomato.

Blaise was the first to recover. “Fucking hot, Pansy.”

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𝕊𝕡𝕚𝕔𝕖𝕥𝕠𝕓𝕖𝕣 𝟚𝟘𝟚𝟜 𝔻ℝ𝔸𝔹𝔹𝕃𝔼

𝔼ℕ𝔻 𝕆𝔽 𝕀ℕℕ𝕆ℂ𝔼ℕℂ𝔼

Summary:

It had all been building up to this. Fenrir's prize was a tasty piece of innocence. But no longer. He finally had his prize in full.   For The Writing Heirs of Slytherin Spicetober challenge on Discord. Twenty-ninth prompt: Scared Is a continuation of prompts thirteen and seventeen. Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/59729461 And here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/59843365

Notes:

Mind the tags and enjoy. :3

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“Don’t be scared, pup.”

Draco clenched his eyes shut, unable to move under the hold of his captor. It was the sheer weight of the wolf that kept him down, and his self-preservation. He’d learned when and when not to fight. The scars that littered his body were proof of what happened when he fought back.

He groaned unintelligibly as the wolf added several fingers to his puckered hole, burying his face further into his pillow. The comfort of his own bed offered no solace as Draco felt his body tremble under the penetration.

“I’m just going to rip you apart, is all.”

Fenrir’s laughter rang in Draco’s ears and he whimpered, his heart racing. A cold, wet feeling built up in his arse and he realised the wolf had just used a spell to lubricate him.

“No.” It was the only form of rebellion he could muster as something much larger than the wolf’s fingers began pushing its way into his hole.

Legs spread, face shoved down, and body trembling uncontrollably, Draco could only groan and whine in pain as the wolf’s cock penetrated him. Every ring of muscle was searing pain. Every inch felt like it was tearing him apart. He cried. He prayed to whatever deity might be listening. He tried to dissociate. None of it worked.

“Fuck you’re tight.”

Any semblance of calm erased, Fenrir began to fuck his toy. Hard. Fast. Unrelenting.

Laughing as Draco screamed in agony, his world falling apart. His innocence gone.

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𝕊𝕡𝕚𝕔𝕖𝕥𝕠𝕓𝕖𝕣 𝟚𝟘𝟚𝟜 𝔻ℝ𝔸𝔹𝔹𝕃𝔼

𝔽𝕆ℝ𝔾𝕀𝕍𝔼ℕ𝔼𝕊𝕊

Summary:

Severus Snape as a ghost. It was atrocious. He had never been more annoyed in his life. Turns out the afterlife was just as unfair.   For The Writing Heirs of Slytherin Spicetober challenge on Discord. Twenty-Sixth prompt: Ghost

Notes:

The MCD is obviously prior to the beginning of this drabble. But I thought it best to tag it anyway. Enjoy. :3

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Severus scowled at the audacious representation of his nightmares. A living portrait of himself in the Headmaster’s office, glaring back at him. Could his afterlife become any more agonising? Was it not enough to be cursed as a ghost against his will?

“Really, Severus,” Minerva said. “That’s enough of this pouting.”

He wasn’t pouting.

“After everything you were put through...”

“After everything I did.”

She sighed. He would not accept her forgiveness or apologies. Severus just wanted to fade away, like he’d planned.

“Potter has forgiven you. I would think his championship of your memory proves this.”

“Then why am I still here, Minerva?” The Fates had seen fit to torture him still.

He was right. But she did not have the full list of his crimes under Voldemort’s leadership, before he turned on Riddle. She couldn’t possibly know.

“We all have things to be forgiven for.”

He snorted.

“And perhaps you need to forgive yourself,” she said. “As well as forgiving those who caused pain to you.”

Could he do it? For eternal peace, Severus had already done so much. He turned to Minerva, fixing his sneer at her. But she was not impressed. Sitting on the Headmaster’s chair. Behind the Headmaster’s desk. She only looked back with warmth and forgiveness.

“You helped save the world,” she said. “You deserve it.”

He couldn’t help but glare at that.

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𝕊𝕡𝕚𝕔𝕖𝕥𝕠𝕓𝕖𝕣 𝟚𝟘𝟚𝟜 𝔻ℝ𝔸𝔹𝔹𝕃𝔼

𝕄𝕀ℝℝ𝕆ℝ 𝕐𝕆𝕌

Summary:

He was lost to her. But that didn't mean Narcissa Black Malfoy couldn't still enjoy her husband.   For The Writing Heirs of Slytherin Spicetober challenge on Discord. Twentieth prompt: Fantasy

Notes:

Bit of a sad one with the sexy times. Enjoy. :3

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The Mirror of Erised stood, ornate and rustic before her. A reminder of times lost. Of her husband now dead and gone. Lost to her. Even as she found new lovers, Lucius Malfoy would always be her own fantasy.

Narcissa sighed, rubbing her fingers along the sheen of the reflection. Of a younger version of herself and Lucius back when life was far more carefree. When Voldemort was not in their lives. When they had a young son they both adored, and who adored them.

Lucius was behind her mirror self, hands trailing over the younger Narcissa, tugging at her dress, a wicked smile on his face.

“Oh Lucius,” Narcissa whispered in sync with her mirror self. “Don’t stop.”

She touched her reflection’s bodice, trailing her fingers along where Lucius’s hands met her body, dancing where his skin would be scorched with desire.

His cock was already full and magnificent. Twitching to be a part of her once more. His eyes are dark with need. She watched on in wistful memory as her fantasy played out. He laid her mirror self out on their bed, deftly removing the last articles of clothing, peppering kisses along her sensitive areas. 

Narcissa pressed her palm flat against the magical mirror, sighing when her doppelganger sighed. Begging for more of her husband’s cock as he rammed inside of her. She loved it hard, soft, loving, dominant; every other way conceivable. He was Lucius. That was all that mattered.

She fingered her own cunt as Lucius sucked on her mirror self’s breasts. Hands exploring as he kept a steady and demanding pace inside of her.

When it was over, Narcissa touched her cheek in surprise. She’d been crying.

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𝕊𝕡𝕚𝕔𝕖𝕥𝕠𝕓𝕖𝕣 𝟚𝟘𝟚𝟜 𝔻ℝ𝔸𝔹𝔹𝕃𝔼

𝕎ℍ𝕐 𝕎𝕆ℕ'𝕋 𝕐𝕆𝕌 𝔻𝕀𝔼?

Summary:

He didn't understand. She wasn't breathing. So how was she still alive?   For The Writing Heirs of Slytherin Spicetober challenge on Discord. Fifteenth prompt: Breathe

Notes:

The Major Character Death applies but nobody dies. If that makes sense. I tagged it as a just in case. Hope you enjoy. :3

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She couldn’t feel it. Why couldn’t she feel it?

Draco pressed harder, fingers twisting over her neck, thumbs digging into her trachea. Pushing. Choking. Bruising. He growled at her, angry at her indifference. Her curiosity and patience. At his own failure.

He pulled her up, digging nails in and yanking on her neck to lift her head from the floor, and then slammed her back down again. She didn’t even flinch.

His tears spilled over his face. How could he still cry? He was no longer warm. Just like her . He didn’t understand. His emotions were all wrong. He couldn’t control them.

“You’re not breathing!” He screamed down at her. “Breathe!”

She just stared up at him, blinking. Watching. Waiting. He would tire of this eventually. They both knew it. They went through this time and time again. Every time his mind broke again and she had to fix him.

Draco groaned. “Why won’t you die?”

She grabbed at him. Nimble fingers stretched out and palmed his chest. Erotically. Deliberately. Brushing his bare nipples. Touching him in ways he’d never thought she’d want to. She didn’t sigh. She couldn’t.

Draco would be panting if he could breathe. “What is wrong with you?”

She reached up and cradled his face lovingly with both hands. Draco stopped trying to kill Hermione Granger. Stopped trying to figure out why she wasn’t breathing, but still looked up with those doleful eyes at him. Dead but still alive.

She answered him. “The same thing that’s wrong with you.”

And then she was on him, pushing him back. Straddling him and baring her fangs to him. Face morphing. Shifting. Becoming even more beautiful. Snarling. And reminding him of what they’d both become. What she’d done to him.

He blinked heavily, understanding. “I’m a vampire.”

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𝕊𝕡𝕚𝕔𝕖𝕥𝕠𝕓𝕖𝕣 𝟚𝟘𝟚𝟜 𝔻ℝ𝔸𝔹𝔹𝕃𝔼

ℙ𝕃𝔸𝕐 𝕎𝕀𝕋ℍ 𝕄𝔼

Summary:

As her Lord Voldemort played with their prisoner, Bellatrix imagined he was *playing* with her.   For The Writing Heirs of Slytherin Spicetober challenge on Discord. Tenth prompt: Power

Notes:

Hope you enjoy. :3

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Bellatrix rubbed her thighs together desperately, feeling the first signs of arousal begin to stir in her belly. Her Lord Voldemort was playing with their prisoner again. Using spells like Crucio and some cutting spell she’d never seen before. All silent. All powerful. Their energies entwined in the air, their colours mixing and boosting their efficiency.

Her mouth was dry as she shuddered. The writhing and screaming was music to his ears and a symphony to hers. She watched, transfixed, by the sheer power of his attacks.

Her heart was racing. Breath deepening. Hands twitching. Oh how she longed to lift her skirts and dip her fingers into her now moist folds. Bellatrix imagined though. She pictured it was her Lord’s fingers dancing along her clit. She saw her master’s beautiful face smothered between her plump labia. His other hand reaching out and grasping her breast, tweaking her nipples. Digging his nails in. Drawing blood.

She sighed and shuddered, eyes now closing. Bellatrix kept herself from whimpering. She didn’t want to distract him. When he let out a final eruption of magic, she came. It wasn’t as strong as the ones he gave her directly, but it was enough.

When she opened her eyes he was looking at her, noting her appearance. Flushed. Aroused. Practically vibrating with power. He said nothing but the look in his eyes and smirk on his face promised her something special later on that night. 

The sheer power  of the magic that he exuded had always attracted her. And it wasn’t just the sex and kink that would find her in her Lord’s chambers that night. No, he had promised to show her how to increase her own dark spells.

And she couldn’t wait to try it on someone. She sneered. Like the Longbottoms.