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aesopsharpmybeloved · 1 year ago

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Returning the Favour

Aesop sends his lover a rather lascivious letter.

Sequel to A Lesson in Sensuality

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A few people asked me to write this fic in which Aesop replies to MC's erotic letter to him, and I couldn't resist. I just adore writing and reading about Aesop polishing his wand uwu

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Returning the Favour (4.5k words)

tw: explicit sexual content, male masturabtion, vaginal sex, teacher-student relationship (reader is an adult)

Aesop Sharp was usually the one claiming his sweetheart's firsts. He was her first real love. Her first French kiss. He was the first man she spent her night with. And he was the first man to have ever been allowed to touch her as a lover. The first man whom she made love to. He hoped he’d remain the only man to have been given such privileges.

While she wasn’t by far his first, the Ravenclaw felt like the only one that mattered.

However, every now and then, the Professor would get surprised, as the young woman seemed rather determined to have some of his firsts as well.

For example, the first time he ever received an erotic letter.

That is, when he and Dinah Hecat were young and in love, they too would exchange letters, little notes of love, in which they too alluded to the anticipation of being in each other’s arms once more, but never anything quite as… explicit, as what his young sweetheart wrote to him. Not that he was complaining, goodness no. Quite the opposite. The letter caught him by surprise, he didn’t expect it in the least, but sweet Merlin, he knew that he would treasure it forever.

When he received it, it had been some time since they last lay together, and his body’s yearning for hers decided to surface like hot lava erupting from a volcano. Her delicious words and his mind’s picture of her touching herself while writing to him, thinking of him, imagining it was him whose hands caressed her heated young body, brought him to his own peak quickly, and it was a pleasure more intense than he’d ever experienced from his own hand before.

Then there was another first, the first time he ever made love to someone in his workspace, namely his office. The way his heart skipped at least three beats when she let her robes slide off her shoulders, revealing her delicate form to him and the chill of the dungeons. She made him lose control then, and he took her right upon his desk, rough, wild, primal. She made it a point to put her hair up in his class then, wearing the mark he left on the sensitive skin on her neck proudly, for everyone to see that she had been claimed. Her little smiles and secret winks drove him mad and made him want to kiss that little smile off her beautiful face right then, no matter the consequences. He managed to hold himself back, but not without covertly requesting her presence in his office once again after curfew.

He managed to grade several essays while she sat in his lap, kissing slowly along his neck and cheeks, their bodies connected intimately. Being enveloped by her tight heat while he worked turned even a task as tedious as this into a lovely experience. She’d occasionally roll her hips ever so slightly, teasingly so, making his left hand squeeze her hip tighter, his own hips moving a little in reply. However, there was only so much time he could spend like this before craving more, and this time, after he safely put his quill and the essays away farther on the desk, he leaned against the backrest and let her take the reins, bounce atop him sitting in his chair however she liked, just happy to be the instrument that brought her pleasure and of course revel in the bliss she bestowed upon him as well.

It was this lovely memory that flowed through his head while she claimed another one of his firsts - writing an erotic letter.

It was only fair, Aesop supposed.

He wondered if she too would touch herself while she read the letter, if she would find herself some privacy and tease herself to his words. He wasn’t sure if he had the same way with words as her, but once the thought was born, he couldn’t stop it from coming onto his mind every so often. And so, one afternoon, as he sat alone in his chambers by the desk in his sitting room, he decided to grab a spare piece of parchment and dip his quill into the ink bottle.

‘Dearest beloved,’

He started with. He took to addressing her as such in his little clandestine love letters, covertly exchanged hidden away within the quizzes he handed back to the students, or hidden inside her robes before she left his chambers. He considered what to write next - he didn’t want the letter to be too crude, but not too vague either. In the end he decided to try and focus on the recent memory that prompted this idea to write to her in the first place.

‘As I sit here in the comfort of my chambers, they feel rather cold without you here and in my arms where you belong. I haven’t ever noticed before just how quiet they are without your soft voice filling them, be it your well thought of words, your addictive laughter, or the breathy sounds of your pleasure. I get drunk on it like it was the finest of Firewhiskeys, and I am desperately addicted to it by now. My sheets and pillows are cold without your beautiful body warming them up, and while your heady scent lingers to them, it brings me little solace. In fact, it rather feels like a stab that there’s something definitely missing. I cling to the sweet smell of your hair upon the pillow, the natural smell of your body mixed with your perfume as if sewn into the blankets I rest under. As if I had a huge bubbling cauldron of Amortentia in my rooms.

Each time we’re forced to part feels like a little heartbreak, but then each time we once more find our way into each other’s embrace feels like a breath of new life entering my lungs. I can feel my heart thumping under my shirt as it pumps wildly to deliver this breath through my entire bloodstream, from my arteries to the smallest of capillaries.’

The potions master felt the way his heart purred as if agreeing with the words he wrote.

‘And, of course, during evenings like these, I cannot for the life of me stop thinking about how much my hands crave to touch you, the entirety of you. I want to comb my fingers through your beautiful hair, and caress your cheeks, reddened under the rumbling passion that the collision of our very existences is. To see your eyes imprisoned by my own, staring intensely, unwilling to miss a thing is like a delicious dance. Or is it you that is hypnotising me? The one who’s eyes caught mine and are forbidding them from looking away? I find that I don’t care. I don’t care as long as I am allowed to take you into my arms and press you against me, feel our hearts pound against each other in our chests, feel our breaths growing short in one another’s mouths.

To be inside of you is like being home, I feel like I belong there absolutely, that there’s no other place where I am more meant to be. The feeling of your plush walls spreading to accommodate me, hot and tight and wet, is the definition of heaven for me. To be able to dips my head and draw nonsensical patterns along your delicate skin with my wicked tongue, to be able to capture between my lips the pink peaks of your breasts and worry at them until you’re sighing my name, twitching around my cock, yearning for more, is absolute rapture for me.’

Aesop’s left hand slid off the desk on its own accord to palm at the growing bulge in his trousers. He laid the quill down momentarily to squeeze his covered tip between two of his fingers, before stroking himself softly through the fabric, eyes closed and mind’s eye filled once more with the delicious picture of his young lover gripping onto his shoulders and using them for leverage so that she could fuck herself on his shaft, her body aching for him, craving to be filled. The damp sounds of skin on skin and their pleasured groans growing in volume, reverberating off the cold stone walls made his hand grip the now fully hard manhood.

Heavens… Aesop understood having gotten excited and even being able to finish from reading her letter, but did not expect his body to get this interested while writing his own. Although, it shouldn’t come as too large of a surprise, it was not the first time he went stiff in his trousers when writing to her after all. That first time he felt ashamed of himself, but now the only things he felt were excitement, yearning and pleasure as he thumbed at his concealed erection and imagined her watching him do so while also touching herself.

He forced himself to pick the quill up again and observed where he left.

When he began writing once more, his script was nowhere as neat as it was when he started writing the letter.

‘The image of you irreversibly getting lost in your pleasure, the very moment that brilliant head of yours turns off, and you’re suddenly reduced to a purely carnal being chasing your peak is burned into the inside of my eyelids, and I see it every time I close my eyes. So beautiful. The very picture of want, of femininity, of love and passion, of the very thing that makes us human, so primal and raw, and so real, it almost makes me weep with joy, especially when it’s me who aids you in reaching this state. I love doing so. With my fingers, stroking you inside and out, I do feel like the virtuoso you called me, I feel like a master musician playing the most precious and complex among instruments, making it produce the most sweetest symphonies, ones that play throughout the whole of the universe that’s hiding within your eyes.’

Aesop looked at his own words. He didn’t quite know where they came from, he was unused to his head forming things he would consider… quite beautiful if he read them somewhere. But then again, perhaps it was not his head forming them.

‘And then to be allowed to taste you, it is almost overwhelming. As a Muggle writer once said, l’appétit vient en mangeant, appetite comes with eating, and he couldn’t have been more right. Your taste is addictive, heavenly. Each time I taste you, I feel like I never want to taste anything else. I crave to feast on you like a man starved, because that is exactly what I am. I want to drink from your most secret, most precious jewel, tease at your sweet folds and delicate pearl until you cry my name. That first time you allowed me to witness the pleasure my mouth brought to you I marvelled at my self control. Just the sight of you, nude and spread out for me, bared of your inhibitions, your juices glistening upon my lips was enough to make me feel like I might explode.’

The potions master put his quill down once more to undo his now very constrictive trousers and pants. His hard prick sprung out, and Aesop shivered as the cool air of his chambers made contact with the hot skin. He slowly pulled his foreskin back just as a droplet of clear precum wept out of his slit. He took a hold of himself softly, teasing at the aroused organ. His sweetheart’s hand was so much smaller than his own, yet she knew exactly how to touch him to make him see stars, make him crazy for more. The first time she tasted him, Aesop could see in her eyes that she too found the practice and the taste strangely addictive.

He grew so absolutely unused to someone seeing him as… beautiful. However, when they rested next to each other, spent and sated, he felt the way she took him in entirely, like he was a work of art. His cheeks burned under her admiring gaze, he didn’t agree with her assessment at all, especially when he saw the epitome of true beauty in her.

‘You are so beautiful when you bear my signature,’ he wrote then, having spat into his palm and begun stroking himself slowly, ‘the imprint of my teeth on your elegant, swan-like neck, the bruises of your hips the perfect copies of my digits. I am so disgustingly selfish, my love, but I love it when your perfect body carries the signs of our shared passion, and it makes that dark beast inside of me purr in satisfaction to see you flaunting them, like you did in my class the other day. And when you mark me as your own, when you leave crescent moon cuts upon my back, when I can feel where your nails scratched me the previous night, that delicious sting under my shirt, I feel alive, I feel that I belong absolutely.

Entering you, settling within your body and your arms is an experience that could never be described by a word as simple and short as ‘sex’, and I know you feel the same way. The moment we get connected as intimately as two humans possibly can, I know you wonder at the simple action as much as I. It’s a gesture that’s so familiar by now, and yet it always feels like the very first time. I didn’t think I’d ever experience such intense passion again, I once more feel like a young man in your arms, guided by love, by want, by scorching need. Each time I bury my prick inside of your velvety depths and it forces that little sound out of your mouth, I could laugh at the beauty of it all, gently pry those delicious sounds from your lips and give you my own in exchange.

Having your warmth and tightness around me, simply just enveloping me like it was those few evenings ago in my office while your delicate lips pressed against my neck was probably the most enjoyable time I ever had grading, and you made it quite difficult to be as strict as I usually am. I hope I’ll soon be able to repay you for this lovely experience.

And then submitting myself to you entirely, you’re just so spectacular. You are like a flower in full bloom, unashamedly indulging in your pleasure atop me, beautiful and confident, and yet so feminine and delicate, watching your sweet core accept me entirely with each stroke, moulding for me, squeezing me inside with your enjoyment-’

Merlin!

Aesop was pumping himself steadily now, his glans weeping more droplets of his arousal. In his mind he saw her like it was only yesterday when she shyly gathered one of those drops onto her finger to taste him. He truly was quite impressed that he didn’t come on the spot right then, her determination and the want to explore their newly discovered world of pleasure despite her lack of experience still made him throb violently.

He hoped she’d be able to read what he wrote, seeing as his writing was quite messy now.

‘And then when your back finally arches, when I feel your climax wash over you, feel your grip on me become so hard it’s nearly painful, I lose myself as well, I succumb fully to that wild thing we all carry with us, and I need you, I need to fill you and make you mine, join you in your bliss. In that exact moment I can’t see how selfish I’m being, keeping you all for myself, I only see your body trembling from gratification, your flushed cheeks, your hands cramping up on whatever it is they’re holding onto for dear life, and I see myself plunging into you over and over again, chasing my own high, which, truth be told, is never too far away whenever I am with you.’

And it wasn’t far away now either, Aesop could feel the first tugs of an approaching orgasm as he pulled at his leaking cock, imagining his sweetheart coming apart atop him in a flurry of gasps and moans, his name falling from her lips like a prayer, her body tensing up and her face screwed up in pleasure.

A couple of more fast strokes and quiet grunts later, Aesop used his free hand to reach into his pocket and pull out a simple cotton handkerchief, which he pressed against his tip right as he felt the first wave coming to crash over him. “Mhm!”

The potions master closed his eyes, giving himself to the climax. His stroking slowed down as he released a few thick spurts of cum into the soft fabric. He sagged down against the backrest of his chair, breathing heavily through his nose, letting the relief wash over him. His orgasm was hardly as intense as it had been when he read her letter, and neither could hold a candle to actually being with her, but he still felt nicely spent and relaxed. After a while, he wiped his softening shaft and his hand onto the clean part of the handkerchief and tossed the crumpled up fabric on the ground to deal with later.

His eyes still closed, he enjoyed the lingering pleasure, blindly tucking himself back into his trousers and pants. “Bloody hell,” he said quietly to himself, running his hand through his hair. He looked at the parchment before him. He knew she’d be able to tell exactly what he was doing when writing the letter. Aesop picked up the quill once more, wetting it in ink.

‘Coming into my own hand hardly feels as good as coming inside of your body, and feeling your walls accept my spunk, feeling it mingling with the proof of your own pleasure, feeling it dripping out of you and then seeing it as well. It makes me want to crawl down between your legs and make you come apart for me all over again, feast on the product of our love and our passion.’

Aesop felt himself stir again, but knew he wouldn’t get fully hard for quite a bit. Yet, the mental image of himself indulging in his depravity sent pleasurable sparks through him. He was certain his lover would very much enjoy it as well.

‘But until we’re able to once again seek the comfort and pleasure of each other’s arms, all we’ve got are the sweet fantasies.

I love you with my entire heart, I desire you every waking moment, and I cannot wait to gather you in my embrace and drink from your lips. Come to me soon, my sweet tempretess.

Only yours,

Aesop.’

The potions master read through his work. It was… maybe slightly chaotic, but then again, so were his thoughts when his body lit up with need for her. Understandable, seeing as most of the blood usually pumping to his brain was needed entirely elsewhere during these moments. A momentary feeling of anxiety and self-consciousness took hold of him though; would she like the letter? Wouldn’t she find it too crude, or simply too much? Yes, the letter he got from her was very enticing and explicit, but he still felt like this was different.

But then he saw the image of her in his mind, the smile that graced her lips in his classroom as she proudly showed off the mark he left on her neck, the way she moved when she knew he was watching her, the way she ‘dropped’ her quill on the ground when he was behind her, and gave him a view that made him be glad to have been so close to his desk, so that he was able to sit down.

No… Aesop was sure that she’d like the letter. And he found himself once more imagining her touching herself as she read it. Should he perhaps use his cologne on the parchment, so that it smelled like him? He grinned. But how should he send it? He wasn’t currently grading any of her quizzes or essays to hand it back with, and he hasn’t borrowed any of her books lately.

As he cast the scouring charm on the handkerchief before he’d forget it and one of the house elves found it (Aesop cringed), he suddenly got an idea. Of course!

There was one place he knew his sweetheart frequented every day, to take care of the beasts she rescued, gather the ingredients she grew and bottle the potions she brewed there. Aesop was certain that Deek, who too spent a lot of time there, would be able to execute these tasks as well, but his young lover insisted to ‘be meticulous in her efforts’. Aesop chuckled. He couldn’t pretend he didn’t enjoy her heeding his advice.

He sealed the parchment with a wax stamp bearing his initials Dinah gifted him for his 30th birthday. Boy, did that feel like a lifetime ago. After making sure he was presentable and that not a single drop of his pleasure got somewhere it shouldn’t he set out in the direction of Astronomy tower. Soon he found himself standing in front of the Barnabas the Barmy tapestry.

He knew how to access the Room now, but he never once did so without her presence there. She gave him full access, but it still felt as something of an intrusion into a space that was her own. But then again, perhaps she’d be there now… Perhaps the Room would accommodate them, make some neat little secret room with a large bed, and maybe some silky shawls to be used as bounds, and some other toys they could use on each other…

After he paced before the hidden entrance three times, the door materialised out of nowhere, and he noiselessly entered. The Room of Requirement was truly not vacant, but, unfortunately for Aesop, its sole inhabitant classified as a being was currently Deek the house elf.

“Ah, professor Sharp!” the elderly elf greeted jovially. He grew used to the potions master’s presence in the Room, as he knew Aesop enjoyed spending time with the Ravenclaw and the beasts in their Vivariums as much as Deek himself. Except perhaps the coastal one, containing Lord of the Shore. But then again, Deek couldn’t blame the former Auror for being wary of the Graphorn, it was after all one of the largest of his kind Deek ever saw, and even the house elf was very respectful and careful when approaching him.

“Hello, Deek,” Aesop said quietly, “I’m guessing she’s not here at the moment?” Deek shook his head: “She’s not, professor Sharp. Hasn’t been here today as of yet.” The potions master nodded. He then pulled out the sealed letter from within the confines of his breast pocket. “This is for her, and her eyes only. Can I leave it here somewhere for her to find?”

“But of course, sir,” Deek said, coming closer and towards the plant that stood in the centre of the room, “Here on this desk by the Venomous Tentacula, she always tends to it first, she’ll be certain to find professor Sharp’s letter right away.” Aesop took a wary step towards the large plant, but it displayed none of the hostility towards him that the one in Mirabel’s greenhouse did. He placed the letter there, his sweetheart’s full name upwards, then shifted awkwardly on his feet.

“Would professor Sharp like to see the new litter of Kneazles, sir? They’re very lovely ginger in colour, Miss (L/N) already took the liberty to name one of them Matilda Kneazley.” Aesop chuckled audibly: “That sounds like something she would do. Does professor Weasley know about it?” Deek grinned at him: “I don’t think so, sir, but I hope that she’d be pleased. Kneazles are quite brilliant creatures after all.” The potions master couldn’t help but grin back.

“Just out of curiosity, you wouldn’t happen to know whether she named any beast after me, would you?” he asked then, genuinely curious. “I do happen to know, actually! Miss (L/N) recently brought a female Graphorn into the Coastal vivarium, and it would seem that she’s with a cub already. Miss (L/N) plans to name the little one after you.” Aesop couldn’t help but press his hand against his face: “That’s nice…”

He ended up going to see the Kneazle kittens for a little bit, but decided not to check up on the pregnant Graphorn. How his sweetheart was able to treat the ferocious beasts like they were mere housecats both befuddled and fascinated Aesop.

Later that day, just as Aesop prepared to go to Dinner a rapid knocking on his door startled him. His heart immediately picked up pace - could it be her? The knocking sounded rather urgent, but then again it could be another student or even a colleague in distress. But if it was her…

“Enter,” he said after clearing his throat and was soon met with the sight of his sweetheart, her face flushed and breathing hard. But then again, that could be from possibly running all the way here.

“Something the matter, love?” he asked, a slightly smug smile making its way onto his face. The young woman checked the corridor behind her to make sure nobody was there, then entered his chambers and closed the door behind her. Aesop came closer to her slowly, like a predator approaching his prey. His hands came to close around her wrists and she let him pin them above her head against the door. The rest of her body soon followed, as he pressed his own against it: “I take it you read my letter?”

The young woman’s eyes were impossibly dark, her cheeks even more crimson now.

“Aesop, please…”

“Who knew that me simply returning the favour would get you into such a state, my love? Tell me, what do you need?” he purred into her ear before dropping his face to drag his teeth over the soft skin of her neck. She sighed at the sensation: “I really need you…I need you to read the letter to me… please…” Aesop grinned against her throat.

“That can be arranged,” he said darkly, “but I think it’s only fair that you offer something in return, no? Let me watch what it does to you…” His lips then claimed hers hotly, his tongue instantly surging forward to explore her mouth. His hands closed around the back of her thighs, and soon he began carrying her towards his bedroom, where he sat her down upon his made bed. He kneeled between her legs, his large hands stroking her stockings-clad shins, moving up to her knees, her thighs, pushing her skirt up as they went.

“Do we have a deal, my lovely?”

The Ravenclaw gave a soft gasp when Aesop’s hands teased at her inner thighs.

“I’ll take that as a yes. The letter please…”

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singmyaubade · 1 month ago

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the greatest heist

james potter x female!reader

summary: when james's girlfriend decides to fuck with you, your only other choice is to fuck with her.

warnings: eventual smut! 18+ heavy angst, cursing, wearing, jealousy

a/n: this story was an OLD draft and i kind of wanted to finish it so yeah. i hope you enjoy and as always, i apologize if you hate this!

THE sun peeked through the curtains of your dorm room, casting a warm glow that made your bed feel like the most comfortable place in all of Hogwarts.

You groaned as you felt someone shaking your bed, a voice calling out urgently.

"Y/N!” They yelled again, the bed shaking more forcefully.

“For fuck’s sake!" you mumbled, sitting up and squinting against the bright light. "What do you want?”

"Wake up!" Dorcas stood there, clearly annoyed. “We have astronomy in two minutes!”

That definitely jolted you awake.

You practically leaped out of bed, catching sight of Dorcas rushing to button her shirt. “Fuck!” you exclaimed, quickly slipping into your tights and skirt.

“Why did nobody wake us up?” you asked, frustration bubbling as you glanced at your roommates. It was a mix of annoyance at them and yourself.

“Bloody fucking twats,” Dorcas muttered. “I’m going to stick my wand so far up their arse once I get to that tower.”

“Count me in,” you replied, hurriedly putting on your shoes—still not fully laced—and adjusting your tie.

You grabbed your book bag. “Come on!” Dorcas urged, already heading for the door.

You both practically ran to the stairs, unready for the most strenuous workout of your life. You both huffed in frustration as the stairs moved.

You looked up at the seemingly endless flights of stairs, frustration boiling over. "These stairs are a fucking safety hazard," You hissed. "Do they not care if we die?"

Dorcas crossed her arms, panting slightly. “Dumbledore is definitely getting my letter of complaints,” She ranted. “I mean, I understand we’re young wizards and witches, but Merlin, are these stairs really bloody necessary?”

You chuckled as the stairs set in place and you both rushed to the top quickly.

You both huffed, clearly out of breath as you both pressed on, each step feeling like a small victory.

With a force of urgency, you opened the door to your Astronomy class as the entire class turned their heads to you. You could hear several students snickering, specifically the Slytherins as you flipped them off.

Professor Adair turned to you both with a sigh. “Nice to see you, ladies. May I gift one of you a watch for Christmas?” He asked sarcastically, prompting a few snickers from the class.

Desperately trying to catch your breath, you replied, “Apologies, Professor. I’m afraid my alarm didn’t go off.” You quickly took your seat next to Sirius, feeling the heat rise in your cheeks.

“Mine too!" Dorcas argued, "And to be fair, I mean this class is pretty high.” She moved next to Dorcas.

Professor Adair rolled his eyes, continuing with the class with a mutter about the two of you.

“You know,” Sirius leaned into you, “If you need a proper alarm-“ He slyly said, hand almost touching your thigh.

You stomped on his leg as he groaned, touching the injured limb.

“Note taken.” He hissed.

You smirked as you started writing down a note in your notebook which you made into a paper plane, flying it over to Lily.

She looked at you hesitantly, opening it.

Why did you not wake me or Dorcas up?

She looked at you, looking confused as the angry look on your face never faded. She began writing down her response which she sent to you.

Emma told us all that she would wake you both up and when she came to Astronomy, she said she did.

A fuse blew inside of you, of course Emma was behind this. It makes sense that she would be the one to do it considering how she treated your entire friend group.

For context, Emma was all of your supposed “best friend” which would be a fine label if she didn’t sabotage anyone who she thought was a threat.

At first, she considered Lily a threat because of how much others loved her especially James Potter. So instead of asking Lily to put a good word in for her with the others and James, she started spreading horrid rumors about her.

And everyone being cruel teenagers believed her, berating her wherever she went.

It took the entire girl group and the Marauders to make people back off and debunk these rumors.

Although you and the rest of the girls knew that Emma had done this, she had gaslighted Lily into thinking that it was obviously some bitter Slytherin that were jealous instead of her and eventually, the situation turned boring and died down into nothing.

But that wasn't even the end.

Soon after, she considered Mary a threat due to how smart and confident she was and decided to get her absolutely hammered before OWL'S.

And it caused her to get a poor score which resulted in her not leaving her bed for weeks.

But again, Mary had blamed herself and told everyone that it was "her stupid decision" that led to this.

After that, it had been Marlene.

Then suddenly, it had been Dorcas.

And now you were clearly her new target for what reason? Merlin knows.

The only reason she didn't wake Dorcas up was because she knew she couldn't single you out. Emma knew you disliked her from the moment you met her and you weren't as nice about it.

Now, you may not know why she was targeting you at the present moment but the boy in front of you laughing with Remus could've been a huge clue.

James Potter.

Golden Boy, Heart-throbber, Fit, Kind, Funny, Brave, Determined, Bold.. I mean did you really have to go on?

The man that Emma had been in love with for years and had been dating for the present moment.

And not only was no girl allowed to approach James without dealing with Emma but she would pay hell for even making eyes at him.

Unfortunately for you, James had been struggling a bit for charms and enlisted your help in studying. At first, you had gave him a 'fuck no' before moving in order to not get his girlfriends wrath but when he pleaded and begged,

You forfeited.

You were hoping that he would keep it a secret but James being the dumbass he is mentioned how much of a good time it was to the entire group, Emma grew as red as a tomato.

You mentally cursed James, knowing that your life was already going to become a living hell.

Fortunately, you kept most stuff to yourself and never confided in Emma with anything.

There was nothing that Emma could do to incriminate you with but you just knew that she wouldn't back down and there was nothing you could do.

You did do your best to keep away from her but Lily couldn't stop hanging out with her which made the rest of your group completely vulnerable.

At the same time, you couldn't blame Lily for being so gullible and kind-hearted but it made her a pushover and Emma could guilt trip her way out of anything.

So if Emma was going to play this game, you were alone.

And you had to be the best player.

The bell chimed, bring you out of thought as you began packing up.

Emma came over to you, "Y/N! I'm so sorry that I didn't try harder to wake you and Dorcas." She hummed, "I thought you were fully up by time the time I left." She faked a sincere smile.

"Yeah Emma, I think it would be best if you never enlist yourself to such a task again, I'm afraid it requires a bit more of a brain hmm?" You sweetly said, leaving the conversation as she scowled towards you.

You rushed over to Remus, "Remus, please tell me you have the notes for this class." You pouted, grabbing ahold of his arm.

"Of course." He told you, beginning to grab his notebook out of his book-bag.

"Thank you so much," You gratefully said as you began walking with them.

"Wait, why didn't you ask me?" Sirius asked, pouting.

You let out a snort, "Have you seen your handwriting?" You derided as James and Peter laughed.

Sirius fake sniffled, "One day Y/N, you will appreciate my beauty and brains." Sirius dramatically hair flipped.

"You know there's nothing up there." James said, knocking on Sirius's head as Sirius swatted his hand.

You rolled your eyes as Remus handed over his notebook to which you thanked him with a kiss on his cheek.

"Hey! Wheres mine?" Peter asked, "I gave you the notes for potions."

You rolled your eyes again, giving Peter a peck on the cheek as well.

Your eyes locked onto Sirius, already knowing what he was gonna say, "Well, you just insulted me, I think you owe me one." Sirius said, tapping his cheek.

You clenched your jaw, pecking his cheek quickly as he grinned from ear to ear.

"Wait where's mine?" James asked as your eyes widened, "Don't wanna be left out," He fake sniffled.

"Your girlfriend will quite literally harvest my organs." You scarily said, putting the notebook in your bag.

"It's just a kiss on the cheek!" He argued as the whole group shook their head.

"Mate, I'm going to have to agree with her on this one," Sirius patted James on the back, "She will bloody kill Y/N and us for letting it happen." Sirius said.

There was a rumble of protest in his throat but a part of him knew that you both were right. He didn't want you to be faced with the fire on Emma based on his actions.

"Fine, guess you guys are right," He muttered as he dragged his feet.

You groaned, reaching over to James and pecking him on the cheek as he grinned.

“Everyone's been kissed now,” you sighed, your voice trailing off in frustration. “Can we just—” But before you could finish, a sharp voice sliced through the air.

“Y/N!” Emma screeched, her anger prominent as the group recoiled, hissing in surprise. She stormed toward you, her face flushed with rage.

You were begging Merlin that she hadn't seen the peck you gave to James.

“Did you just kiss my boyfriend?” She laughed harshly, her grip tightening on James's arm as he shot you an apologetic look, guilt written all over his face.

“Oh, maybe it was Sirius instead?” You quipped, trying to deflect with a joke, but Peter’s snort only deepened the tension.

“Real clever,” Emma shot back, her voice dripping with sarcasm as she stepped closer, invading your space. “A good friend wouldn’t do that, Y/N. I don’t take betrayal lightly.” Her tone was sharp, a warning laced within it.

You matched her intensity, moving closer until your breaths mingled as you spoke, “And I don’t take threats lightly.”

“Okay, let’s all just calm down!” Sirius intervened, wrapping an arm around your waist while James did the same to Emma, but the heat between you and Emma crackled like a campfire, neither of you backing down.

“It was just a peck, sweetheart,” James cooed, wrapping an arm around Emma as you rolled your eyes, arms crossed in disbelief.

Emma pouted, “You know how protective I get about you.” She nestled into his chest, and the sight made your stomach churn.

“I know, baby,” he said with a smile, holding her close, while the rest of the Marauders looked on, barely able to stomach the scene unfolding before them.

“As entertaining as this little drama is, I need to get ready for the party tonight,” you announced, desperate for an escape.

"The party isn't until tonight!" Peter said, confused.

"Mentally prepare!" You joked.

“Wait!” Emma’s voice pierced through your thoughts just as you turned to leave, and you sighed, bracing yourself for her next act.

Her expression shifted, all sweetness now. “I’m sorry for misreading things with James,” She said, feigning concern. “I know you’ve never had a boyfriend,” She added, her tone dripping with condescension. “But, you can get a bit... jealous. But we’re friends, right? So I shouldn’t act like that.”

You clicked your tongue, suppressing the urge to roll your eyes even harder.

“And as your friend,” She whispered, pulling you into a tight hug, “I just want to warn you. If you so much as talk to James at the Gryffindor party tonight, I’ll make your life a living hell.”

She released you, her smile wide and disingenuous, and before you could even muster a response, she skipped back to James, leaving you fuming.

Fury coursed through your veins as her words echoed in your mind, the unfairness of it all burning like a fire inside you.

Ever since Emma had walked into your life, she had fucked with everything around you.

Your friends, your reputations, your social life, hell even your sanity.

And if nobody else was gonna put a stop to her.

You guess it would have to be you.

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Are you really ready to wage war with her?” Dorcas chimed in from the closet, her tone skeptical.

“Dorc,” You began, frustration creeping into your voice. “Emma has been terrorizing us since third year. Are you seriously going to tell me that taking her down doesn’t sound appealing?”

She sighed, contemplating. “Okay, fine, you’ve got a point. But how exactly are you planning to take her on?”

A sly smirk crept across your face as you revealed the outfit you’d picked: a black corset paired with the shortest black skirt you could find, topped off with fishnets. Dorcas’s jaw dropped sarcastically. “So, you’re going to out-dress her?” She asked, incredulous.

“No,” You replied, rolling your eyes. “I’m going to use her worst fear against her. I’m going to seduce James.”

Dorcas nearly choked. “Do you have a death wish?”

“Listen, I would never usually even consider looking at another girl’s boyfriend, but this is different. James is the one thing that will shatter her, and honestly, it sounds cruel, but so is she!” You shot back, your resolve hardening.

“And if she tells the whole school what you’re doing, you’ll look like a homewrecker and be exiled,” Dorcas countered.

“Which is why it has to look like it’s all James’s idea,” You insisted, undeterred. “He’s been my friend since childhood; it’ll look innocent.”

“I don’t think this idea is as foolproof as you think,” Dorcas muttered, slipping into her red dress with an exasperated sigh.

“Dorc, trust me, she can’t hurt me,” You reassured her, the fire in your belly fueling your confidence.

“Well, if everything goes south,” Dorcas said with a reluctant smile, “I’ve got your back.”

You beamed at her. “What would I do without you?”

Just then, a loud bang echoed on your door. “Hurry up before all the firewhiskey is gone!” Marlene called, her voice a mix of urgency and excitement.

You and Dorcas shared a laugh, gathering your belongings and heading down to the common room, adrenaline buzzing in the air as you prepared to face the chaos of the night ahead.

The lively atmosphere of the common room was a familiar backdrop for you all; it felt like there was always a party, whether an event warranted it or not. You, Marlene, and Dorcas scanned the room and spotted your usual crew gathered around the couch. With a burst of energy, you hopped right next to James.

His eyes widened in surprise as he took in your outfit, but before he could say anything, Sirius swooped in.

“Y/N, have I ever told you how much I’m attracted to you?” He drawled, causing you to snort.

“Eyes off, Black,” You shot back playfully, just as Marlene whacked him with a pillow.

“Why do I even try?” He lamented, sinking dramatically into his chair.

Marlene grinned mischievously. “You know, I’d sleep with you, Black.”

Sirius’s eyes went wide. “Really?”

“Yeah, if you pay me and wear a cloak,” She teased, sending the group into fits of laughter.

Sirius scowled at Marlene while Lily pinched his cheeks, only for him to swat her hands away with a playful glare.

“You do look good, Y/N,” James murmured, his voice sincere.

You turned to him, arching an eyebrow. “Now what did I do to deserve a compliment from James Potter?”

He chuckled softly. “Well, after what I put you through this morning, I think you deserve more than just a compliment.”

“Speaking of this morning,” you leaned in closer, lowering your voice, “Where’s your girlfriend?”

James shrugged, a hint of frustration flickering across his face. “We got into a fight after you left. I tried to talk to her about her manners,” he said, his tone casual but the weight behind his words was clear.

“But you guys were literally snuggling when I left,” You laughed, trying to lighten the mood.

“Yeah, well, that was before I realized how messed up her behavior was. Jus'... embarrassing, you know?” He gulped down his drink, and you couldn’t help but notice the guilt etched on his face.

It twisted your heart, seeing him upset. James was your best friend, and the thought of anyone hurting him made your stomach churn.

You hated seeing him like this, torn between loyalty and the flaws of the person he cared for. It felt like a heavy weight was pressing down on both of you, and all you wanted was to lift it.

"Well," You spoke as he looked at you, "If you want me to forgive you, I think a dance would do," You said, standing up and extending a hand to him.

A goofy smile plastered on his face, James said, "Anything for M’lady’s forgiveness."

You scrunched your nose at his corniness as he took your hand and led you onto the dance floor. He twirled you around, making you giggle before pulling you back in to sway together.

"You’re such a dork," You snickered.

"And how many years have I proven that to you?" He shot back, laughter in his voice as you rested your head on his shoulder.

His fingertips grazed your back while you swayed, and he whispered in your ear, "I miss us hanging out."

Outside of Charms tutoring and classes, you never got to see James and it always hurt you. You both knew why you couldn’t and voicing it would only make it worse.

But it had been hard not having a proper hangout with just the both of you since third year.

You felt warmth spread through you, flustered. "I miss hanging out with you too."

Looking at him, you noticed how beautiful he looked—his messy hair and that infectious grin. There was always a gleam in his eye, and everything about him radiated warmth. It felt like summer when you were together, and butterflies filled your stomach.

You knew he was just your best friend, nothing more. And that would always be the truth, as long as you told yourself that.

Suddenly, James twirled you again, but this time you spun out of his grip and fell onto the suddenly slippery floor.

You fell with a hiss, "Shit!" you moaned, wincing in pain as James rushed over with the rest of the group, the crowd parting to give you space.

"What the fuck happened?" Sirius asked, concern etched on his face.

"I don't know!" James replied, kneeling beside you. "She just slipped!"

You hissed as you tried to stand on your sprained ankle.

"Let me see," James muttered, inspecting your foot as you groaned.

"Maybe it's her leg," Marlene added.

"Well duh," Sirius shot back, earning a playful hit from Marlene.

"Can we just get her to Pomfrey?" Lily huffed, and the boys nodded in agreement.

Sirius tried to rush over to you, but James waved him off. "I got her," he said, lifting you bridal-style.

You winced at the jolt to your ankle, nuzzling into his neck as you caught a glimpse of Emma in the back of the room, her expression burning with rage.

You knew then that the games were just beginning.

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