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evaslytherpuff · 2 days ago

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Muses & Homecomings

Plot: Garreth and his band have been on tour for the past few months. The separation has been unbearable for you both and when Garreth finally comes home, he can’t wait to have his way with you.

CW: MDNI!!! 18+ smut!!!! Feral/dominate Garreth, Garreth with a tongue piercing, mentions of video chat sex, rough fingering, squirting, overstimulation, rough P in V, slight choking, oral (f receiving), shower sex, some fluff, might be a little sloppy and not proofread!

Thank you @newbienewness for helping me come up with this idea and I greatly appreciate you letting me use your wonderful pictures for the mood board. I’ve been having serious Gare-Bear brain rot because of you and I’m loving it! Your support means so much to me!🥹❤️

I also want to thank @blueraineshadows and @cuffmeinblack for coming up with the guys being in a band AU! Your fics inspired me to work on this one.🥰🫂

Anxiety and excitement flooded your veins as you paced back and forth in Garreth’s kitchen. The aroma of his favorite meal filled the air as you took deep breaths to steady yourself. It has been three months since you’ve last seen your boyfriend Garreth Weasley. He was on tour for the past four months with his band and was finally coming home. You were able to make it to a few of their shows when the tour first started but the further they traveled, and the more you worked, the more difficult it became to attend shows. Your last encounter behind closed doors was intense! Garreth couldn’t keep his hands off of you and you returned his desperation with equal enthusiasm. There was a tiny part of you that was devastated to have to say goodbye to him and watch him climb the steps of the tour bus. You knew, with your whole heart though, that this is what Garreth and the guys wanted. They fought for their newfound fame and deserved every second of it. You were so proud of your talented boyfriend and would always support him no matter what.

To ease some of the separation, some nights were spent in front of your computer watching their shows online and others were taken up by hours of video chatting. You would watch Garreth jerk off furiously while you fucked yourself with your favorite toy—wishing it was him instead. You missed him and it was very clear that he missed you as well. Now that the tour was over, he would finally be in your arms again.

You spent the day straightening up his apartment then made sure that you were dressed up and ready for his arrival. You wore a mini jean skirt with a form fitting black top that hugged your breasts perfectly. You accessorized with sexy fishnets, a little jewelry, and wore shoes that Garreth liked to call “your arse kicker boots.” You styled your hair exactly how he liked it and did your makeup to make your eyes pop. Everything was perfect and you couldn’t stop smiling.

Your phone lit up from the kitchen counter and you practically dove to answer the call. Your brows quickly drew together when you noticed Leander’s name on the screen. Why was he calling?

“Hello? Is everything okay?” You asked as you put the call on speaker.

“Yeah! We just pulled up. Garreth wanted me to give you—hey! Garreth! Give me my phone! I was just about—!” Leander was quickly cut off as Garreth snatched his phone from his hands.

“My phone died. I’ll be inside in a few minutes.” Click! The line went dead and you blinked at your phone in astonishment. What the hell was that? You slumped against the kitchen counter and sighed with a shake of your head.

Minutes later, you heard the jingle of keys in the front door and bit your lip as you stood up straight. You fiddled with the ring on your finger and smiled as the door swung open and Garreth stepped into the apartment. You were ready to run into his arms until you saw the look on his face.

A chill ran down your spine and your body began to tingle as he tossed his suitcase into the corner of his apartment and his green eyes burned a hole through you. You had never seen him like this. Garreth was usually lighthearted and funny. He was the comedic genius in the group and could always ease any tension with a good joke. The expression on his face now screamed primal hunger as he pointed a finger at you and slammed the door behind him.

“I—I’m so happy to see you, babe. I missed you so much. I cleaned the place and made you dinner and…are you okay, Garreth?” You became genuinely concerned as he stalked towards you without saying a word. His finger was still pointed in your direction and when he finally spoke his words made your jaw drop.

“You. Get your arse in my room. Now!” That same finger was now demanding that you make a beeline for his bedroom by pointing at the door but for some reason your feet wouldn’t move.

“Gaz…aren’t you going to eat? You just got home you—” You frowned then your eyes grew wide from his reaction.

In one swift motion he lunged forward, trying to grab you but you dodged him with a yelp as you ran towards his room. He quickly chased after you to make sure he got you right where he wanted you. The door shut behind you both and he made quick work of locking it. Then your eyes practically bulged from your head as he tore off his black tee. In your eyes, Garreth was absolutely perfect, from his wild red waves that were pulled back into a half ponytail tonight, to the black leather boots that covered his feet. His arms and chest were decorated with intricate tattoos that added to his edgy sex appeal. He didn’t have many piercings but there was one in particular that you adored…his tongue piercing.

He strode over to you, determination in each step, and tossed you onto his bed. All you could do was sputter and gawk at him as he tore your fishnets to shreds.

“Gaz! What the hell!” You scolded before his lips crashed into yours and shut you up immediately. The kiss was frenzied and filled with passion as he slipped his tongue into your mouth, the stud of his piercing brushing against your lips on the way in. He swallowed your moans as you admitted defeat and allowed him to start tugging on your skirt.

“Ta—take off my boots first. You’re not…ruining those.” You huffed between fevered kisses. Garreth nodded against your lips as his hands moved to slip your shoes from your feet. He ripped off what was left of your stockings and pulled away from your mouth to gaze between your legs at the black lace panties you wore just for him.

“I missed you. So fucking much, Babe.” He rasped as you reached down to unbutton your skirt and slip it off your body.

“I missed you so much too. God, you have no idea, Garreth. Come here.” You said breathlessly as you pulled him down to lie on top of you. You wrapped your arms around his neck and your legs tightly around his waist as you started to make out again. His kisses were like a drug to you and you could never get enough. His lips moved to trail along your neck as he pressed his hips into yours. Your pussy was dripping, already soaking through your panties, and you left a wet patch on Garreth’s jeans. He growled against your skin as his teeth met the sensitive flesh of your neck. Your moan escaped your lips a little too loudly and Garreth chuckled while his face was buried in your neck.

“Such a good girl. Your moans drive me wild. Don’t hold back tonight. I need to hear you.” He rasped with one last kiss on your pulse as his hands worked their way up your body.

Rip!!!

Your mouth hung open in shock as Garreth tore your shirt in half. He ruined your stockings, destroyed your shirt, and left you in just your lacy bra and panties. His eyes raked over your body as he thrusted against your aching cunt. With a reluctant huff he lifted himself off of you once more to completely strip naked for you. He stood at the edge of the bed, and grinned as you removed your bra and panties and leaned back on the bed to spread your legs for him.

“Fuck! You are so damned beautiful.” Garreth scrubbed a hand over his mouth before practically pouncing on you. You couldn’t help but giggle as he wedged himself between your legs. His thick cock brushed against your pussy and you both hissed in a breath. Has he gotten bigger? You wondered. His size was always impressive but tonight seemed different. This side of your boyfriend was a pleasant surprise. Dominant, eager, almost desperate. His hands roamed your body and you moaned as you tossed your head back against his pillows. Those hands. Hands that knew every inch of you, hands that could turn you into a whimpering mess, his touch alone was enough to drive you insane. The Garreth that returned to you seemed more fierce and primal and your mind was reeling!

His lips closed around one of your nipples, his piercing teasing the aching peak, and you gasped loudly. He took his time sucking and toying with your tits with his tongue. His emerald green eyes never left your face as he savored each and every one of your reactions. The man knew how to really work you up. His hand slid down your stomach to press two fingers against your aching clit. You jerked against his palm and cried out from the contact. He began to rub slow but firm circles on your soaked cunt and had you bucking your hips against his hand.

“So sensitive. Do you like when I touch you here, Baby?” His voice rumbled in your ear as you wiggled your hips in search of more friction.

“Yes! Please! Don’t stop!” You gripped the sheets beneath you as he slipped two of his fingers inside your pussy. You were robbed of breath when he started to fuck you with his fingers at a snails pace. The smirk on his face was devastatingly sexy as he watched you moan and beg for more. You were at his mercy and you both knew it.

“Gaz! Harder, please! Fuck…more! Give me more!” You cried as your hands moved to grip his bicep.

“You asked for it.” He grinned then kissed your lips. His fingers plunged into you at a punishing rate and you screamed in ecstasy as the sounds of your soaked pussy filled the room. Your thighs were trembling around Garreth’s hand and your back arched off the bed. He was hitting your sweet spot over and over—making your head spin. Your gasps and cries blended together with the sounds of his fingers pounding into your cunt. You could feel yourself getting closer to your climax as your walls fluttered around his fingers. He leaned in even closer and stole your moans with a heated kiss.

You didn’t think it was possible but his hand pumped into you even faster and made your nails dig into the flesh of his arm. Your entire body was shaking as you babbled incoherently against Garreth’s lips. He smiled as he moved to rest his forehead on yours.

“Cum for me, baby. Give it to me!” He murmured and you did exactly as you were told. Your pussy clenched his fingers like a vice grip, forcing them out of your body, as you squirted all over his hand. His fingers moved to vigorously rub your clit, overstimulating your aching cunt. The bed was a mess and neither of you seemed to mind. Garreth’s smile shined down on you as you did your best to catch your breath and stop panting.

You watched with heavy lidded eyes as he gripped his cock in his hand and pressed the head against your entrance. You waited with baited breath before he stretched you open in one swift motion. The head of his dick immediately kissed your cervix as he slowly slid in and out of your tight heat.

“I’ve…waited…so long…to fuck you!” He growled against your ear as his hands traveled down your body to push on the backs of your thighs, bringing your knees to your chest. You cried out as he sank even deeper into you. His thrusts were firm and deliberate as he caged you in his arms—your legs instinctively wrapping tightly around his body.

“Ga—Gaz! You’re so—so fucking deep!” You moaned as he rolled his hips against you. The way he would almost pull out all the way only to slam his cock into your cunt had you seeing stars. The world seemed to fade away as his hand reached up to cup your cheek. His glittering green eyes gazed at you with so much love and desire.

“Every song! Every solo! All of my performances! They were for you! They will always be for you!” He divulged between earth shattering thrusts. “You’re my muse! You always have been!” You couldn’t even form a proper sentence to respond to him. All you could think about was how amazing he was making every single inch of you feel.

That same hand slid down to your throat so Garreth could hold you firmly in place. His fingers wrapped tightly around your neck as his lips crashed into yours. Your moans were devoured as he picked up the pace and started to fuck you even faster. You were getting lightheaded and dizzy as your gasps for air were stolen by his kiss swollen lips. He moved to tenderly kiss your cheek and bury his head into your neck as you dug your nails into his back. Your moans and cries were drowned out by the sound of his headboard thumping against the wall.

There was so much power and determination behind his movements and soon you felt another orgasm on the rise. Your pussy was fluttering around his thick shaft and you knew that he was close too, his motions were growing more sloppy and hurried with each snap of his hips.

“Ga—Garreth! I’m gonna cum!” You hollered as your body practically levitated off the bed. Your climax was intense and staggering. It felt amazing to be with Garreth again and you grinned as he quickly pulled out to spill all over your stomach. His body shuddered over yours and his moan was almost as beautiful as the music he played. He slowly shifted to lay down beside you and placed cute and delicate kisses all over your smiling face.

“Damn, Baby…that was mind blowing.” You purred as he pulled you into his arms, not caring if his cum got on the blankets.

“Oh, Sweetheart. I’m not through with you yet. Do you think you can stand up?” He murmured against your cheek before a mischievous grin spread across his gorgeous face.

“I can barely breathe let alone stand.” You chuckled before placing a kiss on his luscious lips.

“Then let me take care of you. Come on.” Garreth stood from the bed with ease—as if he didn’t just fuck you senseless. He scooped you up in his arms bridal style and carried you into his bathroom. He set you down gently and started the shower, making sure the water was the perfect temperature, then he gestured for you to join him with two beckoning fingers and a seductive smirk. You grinned and shook your head in bewilderment as you took his hand and stepped into the shower stall and shut the glass door behind you.

Garreth snatched you up in his arms and planted kisses all over your face, neck, and shoulders as the water flowed down your entwined bodies.

“I meant every word.” He murmured against your throat as you moaned in absolute bliss.

“You made my heart skip a beat with your confession. I believe you, every word. The separation was killing me, Garreth. I’m so glad you’re back.” You stared deeply into his eyes as you pulled him in for a hungry and desperate kiss. Garreth moved to press your back against the tiled wall and began to kiss down your body. He lapped at the water that dripped from your nipples, kissed your stomach as it sprayed your torso, and knelt down in front of you with his eyes locked on your wet pussy.

“You know what I want.” He groaned as he stroked his cock. You were riveted to his hand as it slid up and down his length. He licked his lips as he used his free hand to drape one of your legs over his shoulder. Your eyes slid shut as his breath ghosted over your thigh—adding to the heat of the warm water. Your mouth hung open with the first contact of his pierced tongue gliding through your pussy. Your hands immediately found their way in his red curls but the hair tie holding his strands back was getting in your way of running your fingers through his hair. You tugged on it gently until his hair tumbled free and tossed the band out of the shower stall. Now you could completely grip his soft waves as he savored your throbbing cunt.

You yelped in surprise when he let go of his cock and swung your other leg over his shoulder and slid you up the wall. He was now standing with you seated comfortably on his shoulders and his face buried between your legs.

“Fuck! Was—wasn’t expecting that! Oh god!” You cried out as his tongue worked its way deeper into your hole, his piercing scraping against your core. His hands gripped your hips as he held you firmly against the wall so you wouldn’t fall. Your head almost touched the ceiling but you really didn’t care. Garreth had you on cloud nine and you were in no rush to come down. His piercing swirled over your clit making your body jerk against his mouth. Your nails dragged against his scalp as you tugged on his hair. He took the hint and pressed his mouth even harder on your cunt then ate you out like a man being served his last meal. He growled and groaned against your folds which sent delicious vibrations through your core. Your toes curled in the air as a third orgasm washed over you. You moaned his name as he continued to lick your pussy gently. When he was finally finished, he proudly smiled up at you.

“Place your hands on my shoulders. Hold on tight. Understand?” He rasped with one last kiss on your thigh.

“I understand.” You whispered then he let you slide halfway down the wall. His strong arms were locked behind your knees as he shifted closer, crushing you between the tiles and his powerful frame. There was nothing small about Garreth Weasley. From his height, his thick and muscular body, to his stunning length pressed against your pussy. His presence, along with his body, seemed to swallow you whole as he caged you in. You knew he wouldn’t let anything happen to you but you still held onto his shoulders for dear life. You knew you were in for it when his emerald eyes darkened and the smirk on his face was replaced by an expression of pure dominance. He entered you with one thrust of his hips and had you screaming as he completely filled you up. He began to bounce you up and down the length of his cock and his groans and gasps of pleasure mixed beautifully with your cries of passion.

“Taking me so well!” He growled in your ear as he pressed his body even tighter against yours. You nodded frantically as you buried your face in his neck. This round was relentless—almost punishing, as Garreth pounded into you. Your lips trembled, your body ached, but you would do it all over again if it meant being closer to him. His hands found their way to your ass and he bucked into your cunt even faster. The sound of the shower was no match for the sounds of your wet bodies slamming against one another. Your back slid up and down the tiles of the wall as you wrapped your arms firmly around his neck. You gripped the back of his head in your hands as your pussy began to spasm around his thick cock.

“Garreth! I’m so fucking close! Keep going!” You moaned against his skin as he ground his hips against you.

“Yes! Fuck! Cum with me, Baby! Please!” His mouth closed over yours as he bounced you up and down a few more times before the two of you climaxed together in perfect unison. Your legs quivered in the air, your body a wrecked mess, as Garreth emptied himself deep inside you.

It took a moment for him to pull out and slowly release your legs to let your feet touch the floor again. He immediately had to hold you up in his arms as your limbs practically gave out on you. You both just chuckled happily as you clung onto him for balance.

After a proper shower and changing the bed sheets while Garreth put dinner away, the two of you were now cuddled up in bed together.

“Wow, babe. If that’s your behavior when you come home from a tour across the country, I can only imagine what you’d do to me after a world tour.” You giggled as you traced the tattoos on his forearms that were wrapped tightly around you.

“No. There is no way. I couldn’t stand being away from you that long. If we ever go on a world tour, your arse is coming with me.” He laughed. “Seriously though. I loved being on tour. The experience was amazing but…I was always thinking about you, missing you every second of every day. I was honestly kinda scared to come home.” He mumbled into your hair.

“What? Why?” You asked as you rolled over in his arms to face him.

“I was afraid that you would get tired of waiting for me and dealing with the separation. I was terrified that you would want a different life, a quiet life, with a man who would always be around. I was so relieved to know that you would be here when I arrived. It is why I wanted to…well…I wanted to ask if you’d move in with me. I can afford a bigger place now and we could look for something together. I just…I want you with me all the time. What do you say, Sweetheart?” He asked as he tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear.

“I want that more than anything! Just know that no matter what, I’m not going anywhere. Your arse is stuck with me. Let’s do it. Let’s get a place together!” You smiled from ear to ear as Garreth looked relieved and pulled you in for a kiss.

“I love you, Garreth Weasley.” You whispered against his lips and he grinned.

“I love you too, baby.” He held you in his arms the entire night as you both dreamed about your beautiful and exciting future together.

Happy Weasley Wednesday and thank you for reading!❤️

Some pictures I found on Pinterest that made me think of Garreth!😍

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atypicalamortentia · 8 months ago

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Yule Ball

Synopsis - The boys ask you to be their date.

Warnings - SFW.

Notes - All characters are aged 18+!

Words - 4.3k.

{Caffeinate Me}

SEBASTIAN SALLOW had no problems getting someone to agree to going to the Yule Ball with him, he was charming, charismatic, handsome, clever and funny. It wasn’t his lack of ability to find someone that was hindering him, but rather his inability to actually ask the person he wanted to go with: you.

You were sitting in the Undercroft with him one evening, drinking your classic fire-whisky and chatting about your upcoming exams and how the Yule Ball was a pleasant distraction when Sebastian asked who you were going with. Curiosity glimmered behind his brown eyes as he watched your face twist and turn, a variety of emotions flickering through your expressions. “I’m not going with anyone yet,” you replied with a slight shrug.

“What do you mean, ‘yet’?” Sebastian asked as he raised an eyebrow at your response.

“Well, Amit actually asked me-” you started, but Sebastian cut you off.

“Amit huh? That’s nice,” jealousy bubbled in his chest at the thought of you actually going to the ball with Amit.

“If you'd be so kind as to let me finish before interrupting me,” you reply with a cough, rolling your eyes. “Amit asked me to go with him, but there’s someone else I want to go with.”

Sebastian took a large swig of the amber liquid before responding. “Someone else you want to go with?” For a second, with the way you were looking at him, Sebastian felt some hope swirl through his chest but that was short lived when you replied.

“Yeah, but I doubt this person would actually want to go with me. I might just agree and go with Amit… What do you think?”

“Absolutely not,” Sebastian shook his head, determined to not let you attend the Yule Ball with Amit. Amit was nice enough, but he couldn’t treat you the way Sebastian could. “Who is this other person?”

“It’s nobody,” you mumbled, averting your gaze away from Sebastians.

“Why wouldn’t this other person not want to go with you? You’re smart, beautiful, funny and don’t even get me started on your personality!” Sebastian exclaimed, his voice slightly slurred from the fire-whisky. Your eyes widened at his words, a slight pink blush scattered across your cheeks in response. “Anybody would be happy to go with you.”

“You think so?” you asked Sebastian, playing with the hem of your shirt.

“I know so,” Sebastian whispered as he leaned in slightly closer to you. Whether it was the courage he had gained from fire-whisky or his dire need to go to the ball with you, Sebastian finally spoke up. “I don’t think you should go to the ball with Amit. In fact, I don’t think you should go with anyone.”

Your eyes widened at his words and you visibly frowned at him. “I want to go, Sebastian. I’m not going to not go just because you’re jealous.”

Sebastian smirked at you, shaking his head. “First off, I’m hardly jealous of Amit. Secondly, I’m not saying don’t go to the Yule Ball Y/N. What I’m saying is you should go with someone else.”

“And who would that be? Because I’m pretty sure the only person who wants to go with me is Amit.”

“That’s not true,” he whispered, his voice husky. He leaned in even closer, so-much-so you could feel his breath fanning across your face. “I want to go with you, as more than just friends.”

You blinked rapidly at Sebastian, wanting to make sure you heard him right. “You? Want to go with me?” Sebastian just nodded, watching as you thought and with every second that you didn’t respond to him, Sebastian couldn’t help but feel a little dejected. That was until you grinned at him. “I’d love to go with you, Sebastian.”

He was shocked. “Really?”

“Really,” you nodded your head.

Sebastian placed his glass of fire-whisky on the stone floor of the Undercroft before cupping your face in his hands gently. He caressed your cheeks with his thumbs before capturing your lips in a soft, gentle kiss. After a few seconds, Sebastian pulled away and rested his forehead against yours. “I’m glad. I’ll pick you up from your common room tomorrow evening, about six?”

“Sounds wonderful,” you whispered back to him, your lips tingling from the kiss. You couldn’t wait to see what the Yule Ball had in store for you and Sebastian, but whatever it was, you were eager.

OMINIS GAUNT hated the idea of the Yule Ball, after all, socialising with his peers didn’t exactly sound like a good time to him. The only reason he was going at all was because you and Sebastian wouldn’t stop pressuring him about it. You were sitting next to Ominis in Charms class when you turned to look at him, placing a hand on his shoulder to gain his attention. “What is it?” He asked, turning his head to your general direction. He couldn’t see you, but he could sense you were staring at him.

“Who are you going to the Ball with?” You asked softly, your voice a whisper so as to not disturb the class.

“You and Sebastian?” Ominis replied, his voice sounding more like a confused question than an answer.

“I mean who’s your date?”

“Date?” He asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Yeah, your date,” you replied as if it was the most obvious question in the world.

“I don’t have a date,” Ominis replied, swallowing the lump in his throat. Truth be told, he had wanted to ask you to be his date but had disregarded that idea altogether when Sebastian had told him to ‘dream on’.

“Ominis!” You whispered.

“What?” He replied, his voice a low hiss.

“You need a date!” You responded.

“No. I don’t,” Ominis hissed. Truth be told, if he couldn’t go with you then he didn’t even want to go. “Besides, who would want to go to a ball with a man like me? I’m blind, remember?”

“So?” You asked, furrowing your eyebrows. “What does that have to do with anything?”

“Well,” Ominis cleared his throat and sighed. “Usually women like to be complimented on how beautiful they look. I can’t see a thing.”

You couldn’t help but roll your eyes at Ominis. He was always putting himself down because he couldn’t see or compliment someone. “You compliment me all the time even though you can’t see. Just because you’re blind doesn’t mean you can’t show someone that you care.”

Ominis shrugged his shoulders, his behaviour half-assed as he turned his attention back to the front of the classroom. “It just comes naturally with you,” he mumbled under his breath, too low for you to hear. You drop the conversation and pay attention to Professor Ronan’s class, all while Ominis thought about asking you to the Yule Ball. He knew that Sebastian had implied that he shouldn’t even bother asking, but Ominis couldn’t help but think of the possibility you could say yes. Sure he was pessimistic about most things, but he couldn’t help but feel a slight sense of optimism when he thought about it.

Ominis, as usual, gathered his things after class and took his wand out of his robe ready to make his way back to the Slytherin common room when he felt a hand intertwine with his. “What is it, Y/N?” He asked, his voice full of intrigue.

“How did you know it was me?” You asked softly, your eyes widening.

“A few reasons,” Ominis replied sheepishly before changing the subject. He didn’t want to admit to you that he had memorised the size and shape of your hand in his.

“Who do you want to go to the ball with? Come on, I’ll help you!” You exclaimed, dragging him along the corridors.

Ominis let out a sigh and stopped in his footsteps forcing you to be pulled back against his body. You stammered out a quick sorry and put some distance between the two of you as you looked away from him with a faint blush on your cheeks. You were glad, in a way, that Ominis couldn’t see your flushed face. “Look, Y/N, Sebastian told me that I shouldn’t tell you but I can’t hold it in-”

“Tell me what?” You asked.

Ominis squeezed your hand lightly before running his free hand through his blonde hair, letting out a nervous exhale. “Will you come to the ball with me?” His voice was a whisper, almost as though he didn’t want anybody else around the two of you to hear.

“Are you, Ominis Gaunt, asking me to the Yule Ball?” You asked, a sly smile appearing on your lips.

“I understand, I’m sorry I-” Ominis stopped his sentence in his tracks as your response and inflections fully registered in his mind. Ominis knew when you were smiling, and he knew when you were about to agree to something. “Wait… is that a yes?”

“Of course it’s a yes, you idiot!” You exclaimed, squeezing his hand tightly. Ominis used his thumb to rub small, soothing circles on the back of your hand as he let out a breath he never knew he had been holding in. “Also, you spoke to Sebastian about this?” Ominis nodded his head sheepishly, his milky eyes looking away from your direction as if embarrassed. “Ominis you know never to listen to Sebastian’s opinion,” you chuckled, shaking your head in faux disapproval at your friend's judgement.

“I know but he really had me convinced this time,” Ominis shrugged in an attempt to defend himself.

“I’d be honoured to go to the ball with you Ominis,” you smiled softly before standing on your tiptoes to press a kiss to his cheek. “I’ll see you tomorrow evening.”

Ominis felt his face redden at the feel of your lips against his cold cheek, electricity igniting deep within him. He couldn’t, in that moment, find it in himself to kiss your lips. The moment he kissed you had to be perfect, and what moment was perfect other than a ball?

GARRETH WEASLEY had asked you to the Yule Ball plenty of times during the run-up. In Charms class, in Potions class, hell he’d even come up to you during lunch and make a grand gesture, but each time you would turn him down. Not because you didn’t want to go with him, you really did want to be the girl on his arm, but you saw his asking as nothing more than what you thought it was: a joke. He had approached you yet again asking you the same question, if anything the man was persistent. “Will you go to the Yule Ball with me Y/N?” Garreth asked, on one knee as if he was proposing to you.

“Garreth I’ve told you a million times, no.”

“Why not?” He pouted, standing up and looking at you as if he were a lost puppy dog.

You pinched the bridge of your nose in frustration. “Look Garreth, you’re a really really sweet guy. You are-”

“If I’m so sweet and charming then why won’t you be my date?” He interrupted, causing you to roll your eyes at him.

“I never said you were charming, but if you let me finish I’d tell you why,” you snapped, clearly beyond frustrated with the ginger's antics. “I won’t go to the ball with you because I don’t want to be asked out as a joke. I want to go with someone who genuinely wants to go with me.” Garreth stood there looking rather stunned at your admission, and he quickly realised that you thought his hopeless attempts of asking you to be his partner at the Yule Ball was a joke. Before he could say anything in response you turned on your heels and walked away to your next class.

That evening, you had snuck out of your common room to go to the astronomy tower. The stars were shining bright and it was certainly a sight to behold. Your mind was swimming with various different thoughts between your exams and the upcoming Yule Ball when suddenly a cough caught your attention. You spun around coming face-to-face with Garreth. He eyed your curiously. “What’re you doing out here?” He asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Needed some fresh air,” you replied, leaning against the railing of the astronomy tower.

“It’s almost midnight,” Garreth reminded you.

“So?” You asked, shrugging slightly. “What are you doing out here?”

“Needed some fresh air,” he repeated your lines back to you as he stalked over to you. Grinning at him, you rolled your eyes playfully.

“What’re you really doing out here?” You asked after a few seconds of comfortable silence.

“I had a feeling you’d be out of bed,” Garreth replied. “I wanted to speak to you.”

“Look, Garreth, if you’re going to make another joke about us going to the Yule Ball together, save it.”

“That’s the thing, I’m not joking,” he said quickly, his hands resting on your shoulders. “I want to go with you.”

You cocked your head at him curiously, searching his eyes for any sort of a lie. When you saw none, your mouth hung wide open. “You want to go with me?”

“Yes. More than anything!”

“So, you weren’t joking?”

“Merlin, no. I wasn’t joking,” Garreth smiled warmly at you and it sent your heart into a fluttering frenzy. You blinked rapidly at him, batting your eyelashes like a moth flying towards a flame.

“I swear to Merlin, Garreth if you’re joking you’ll never see the light of day again.”

“I’m not joking,” he chuckled, shaking his head. “Why did you think I was joking?”

“You kept making these big, overly affectionate grand gestures. Hell, some people even thought you were proposing to me earlier today because you were on one knee.”

“That’s my love language,” Garreth replied defensively. “The time to worry is when I’m not being overly affectionate and making grand gestures.”

“Besides,” you ignored him and continued talking, the words coming out of your mouth like vomit. “I thought we were just friends.”

Garreth took a step closer to you, resting his hands on your hips. “I want to be more than just friends with you Y/N.”

“Y-You do?” You asked, shocked to your core. Garreth continued nodding, his smile widening at your shocked expression.

“I want you to come to the ball with me, as my date, not my friend.” Immediately you nodded your head. There was no doubt in your mind that you wanted to go with Garreth, and so you didn’t hesitate to answer. You wrapped your arms around Garreth’s neck and pulled him close to you, nuzzling your head against his chest lovingly. It was sweet, the way his heart was beating so fast. “I take it the nodding of your head is a solid yes?” He asked, grinning widely.

“Yes,” you whispered against his chest. Garreth brought a hand up to stroke your hair.

“Wear something red,” he said after a few moments of silence.

“Red?” You asked, slightly confused.

“Gryffindor colours,” he replied, confirming your suspicion.

“Right,” you nodded your head and pulled away from Garreth’s chest. “I should go back to bed, but I'll see you tomorrow?”

“You can count on it,” Garreth smirked, pressing a tender kiss to your forehead. You felt your heart flutter in your chest as his lips met your head. You brushed your nose up against his before planting your lips softly on his. Garreth was slightly taken back by your boldness, but accepted the kiss nonetheless, eagerly kissing you back. When you pulled away, Garreth was breathless, his chest rising and falling dramatically with each deep breath he took. “I’ll see you tomorrow, beautiful.” And with that, he watched you walk away from the astronomy tower.

LEANDER PREWETT was shy, nervous and anxious about asking you to go to the Yule Ball with him. In fact, he was insistent on not going at all, but when you batted your eyelashes at him and begged him to come, Leander couldn’t say no. “Who are you going with?” You asked Leander as you walked with him to your next class.

Leander stopped in his tracks and rubbed his neck awkwardly. “I don’t have a date, actually.”

You were shocked to say the least. Leander was a good looking man, who wouldn’t want to go to a ball with him? “Is that why you didn’t want to come?”

“Something like that, yeah.”

You sighed, sitting down on the bench outside the Defence Against The Dark Arts classroom and patting the seat next to you for Leander to sit down. Nervously he looked towards the classroom door before obliging, sitting down next to you but leaving just enough distance to be considered respectful of your personal space. “You know, I don’t have a date either. But just because I don’t have a date, doesn’t mean I don’t want to go.”

Leander nodded, a slight hum leaving his throat at your words. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to go, he wanted to go and enjoy his night. The issue was he wanted to go with you. “I suppose,” he whispered, looking down at his feet.

“Are you thinking of asking anyone?” You asked him softly, placing a hand on his knee. Leander became acutely aware of your hand gripping his kneecap and felt his breath hitch in his throat. He became a bumbling mess of a man as he tried to explain his predicament to you without telling you exactly why he didn’t want to go.

“Yeah - I mean there’s this girl - but I don’t think she’d want to go with me and, I feel too nervous to ask her in case she shoots me down,” Leander muttered.

“Who would ever shoot you down, Leander?” You asked him seriously as you furrowed your eyebrows. “You don’t give yourself enough credit. You’re smart, charming and handsome. Plenty of women are just dying to ask you to the ball!”

Leander felt his heart skip a beat at your description and he looked up from his feet to gaze into your eyes. Were you saying that just to be nice, or did you really mean it? Surely if you meant it, then there’s no way you’d turn him down… right? Leander let out a shaky sigh. “Do you really mean that?”

You nodded your head, a bright smile playing on your lips. You hated to admit it, but the thought of Leander asking someone else other than you to the ball cut you deep inside, but you were his friend and you had to be supportive. “Why don’t you practise asking me? Pretend I'm the girl.” Leander looked horrified at that suggestion and he felt his palms become sweaty. You squeezed his knee in reassurance. “Don’t be shy, Leander, it’s only me.”

‘That’s the problem’, Leander thought as he opened his mouth to speak. His throat ran dry as the words came tumbling off his lips, and fast. “Wouldyouliketocometotheballwithme?”

“Good, but…” you trailed off, giggling slightly. “It was a bit fast. Try to slow down, the trick is to act confident. If you act confident, but not too confident, you can’t go wrong! The girl will be like putty in your hands.”

Leander took another breath and ran a hand through his ginger hair. He looked down at your hand on his knee before looking into your eyes once more. With a deep breath, he spoke. This time sounding more serious and determined than before. “Will you, Y/N L/N, attend the Yule Ball with me?”

You removed your hand from his knee and clapped in approval. You couldn’t deny the beating of your heart in your chest at the thought of him truly asking you to the ball, but you shook your head, trying to get that thought out of your head. “Perfect! If you say it exactly like that, that girl is bound to say yes!”

Leander furrowed his eyebrows and pinched the bridge of his nose. He decided to try again. “Y/N… Will you accompany me to the ball?”

You blinked at him, heartbeat thumping in your ears. You wanted to believe that he was just practising again, but the way Leander was looking at you made you realise quickly that he wasn’t. “M-Me?” You asked him, pointing at your chest.

“Yes. You.”

“Why me?” You managed to stammer out, feeling your cheeks flush red from embarrassment.

Now it was Leander’s turn to place his hand on your knee. “Because you’re smart, charming and beautiful,” he replied, echoing the words that you had used to describe him earlier back at you. “And I would be the luckiest man in this castle if you agreed to attend this ball with me.” You hesitated for a moment, unsure if this was just some prank. Leander squeezed your knee slightly, a gentle push for you to answer his question. You opened your mouth to speak, but no words came out. Instead, you just nodded your head. “You mean it?” He asked, scooting closer to you.

“Yes, I mean it,” you whispered softly, nodding your head. You felt as though the man had just proposed marriage to you.

Leander smirked, all his insecurities washing away with a nod of your head. “Great! I erm, I’ll see you tomorrow?” He asked, nodding his head slowly.

“I’ll see you tomorrow Leander,” you smiled softly, watching as the man walked away from you. Leander couldn’t stop smiling as he walked back to his dorm room, the feeling of finally being able to ask you, making him feel as though he could do anything.

AMIT THAKKAR watched you from across the room as you talked to Ominis and Sebastian, your two best friends. Amit desperately wanted to ask you to the Yule Ball, but he had managed to convince himself that one of your friends had already asked you. He had lost himself in staring at you, only noticing his gaze remained on you when you turned to look at him. Clearly, Sebastian had pointed out Amit’s staring to you. Just when the embarrassment couldn’t get any worse, you stood up and began walking over to him. Amit stiffened as you walked towards him, his eyes quickly diverting away from you. Then your voice came, “hey Amit.”

“H-Hi,” he managed to stutter out. Amit finally turned to look at you again, a soft, awkward smile on his lips.

“You okay?” You asked, voice silky and smooth. You sat down on the bench next to him, getting yourself comfortable.

“Me? I’m fine. Are you?” He asked, tilting his head to the side.

“I’ve been better,” you replied honestly. This made Amit frown.

“What’s wrong?” He couldn’t help but ask you.

“Well, it’s a bit silly,” you mumbled, shifting awkwardly next to him. “But nobody has asked me to the Yule Ball yet.”

Amit’s eyes widened. Nobody had asked you? How could that be? You were utterly stunning. He couldn’t believe that nobody had asked you, not even Sebastian or Ominis. “So you’re not going with Sebastian? Or Ominis?” His voice held a hopeful tone.

You couldn’t help but laugh slightly. “Sebastian? Ominis? Seriously?”

“I-I just meant as friends,” Amit stammered as you shook your head, still laughing slightly.

“No. I’m not going with either of them,” you stared at Amit with a grin on your face. “What about you? Who are you going with?”

Amit shook his head. “Oh. No one.”

“You haven’t asked anyone?” Amit shook his head, suddenly feeling very nervous. Was he making it obvious that he wanted to ask you? Should he ask you? He felt dizzy at your close proximity and sighed slightly as you asked another question. “Is there anyone you want to ask?”

Amit nodded his head slightly, almost shyly. “Yeah, but, I can’t seem to work up the courage to ask.”

“Why not?” You asked. “Surely whoever you want to ask would say yes! I mean, you’re amazing Amit. Don’t think about it too hard, and don’t think too harshly about yourself either.” You smiled at him, placing a hand on his shoulder comfortingly and squeezing gently. Amit looked at you, a slight blush peppering his cheeks.

“Do you think so?” He asked, eyes widening slightly.

You nodded your head. “Yes. I really do.”

“In that case…” Amit turned to you, a gleam in his eyes. “Would you like to go to the ball with me?”

Your lips turned up into a grin as you looked at Amit, both of your hearts beating rapidly. You didn’t even hesitate to nod at him, smiling widely. “I’d love to go to the ball with you!” You exclaimed, clapping your hands together excitedly.

“R-Really?” Amit asked, shock covering his face.

“Of course! I thought you’d never ask me,” you chuckle, shaking your head. Amit felt his face getting hotter at your comment.

“Honestly? I thought I wouldn’t ask either.”

“I’m glad you did,” you replied, taking his hand in yours and bringing it up to your lips.

“Me too,” he whispered, letting your lips skim across his hand. This was a dream come true for him, and for you too. “What will you be wearing?”

“Ah, you’ll just have to wait and see,” you grin, a slight giggle in your voice.

“Well whatever it is, I’m sure you’re going to look stunning,” Amit smiled, forcing you to blush lightly.

“Thank you, Amit,” you replied, slightly embarrassed. You stood up from your position on the bench to make your way back to your friends, but not before pressing a gentle kiss on Amit’s cheek. “I’ll see you soon, Amit.”

“Y-Yeah, I’ll see you soon.” Amit watched as you walked away, a wide smile on his face. He was already excitedly anticipating the ball, but now he truly had a reason to: he’d be dancing with you. Drinking with you. He couldn’t wait to see how beautiful you looked. To have you on his arm, finally.

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