#slytherin aemond

[aphrodisiac-siren]

hi! i hope you’re doing well :)) this isn’t necessarily a request but i saw that you wrote a hogwarts au for aemond and i’ve been searching far and wide for a hufflepuff!reader and slytherin!aemond dynamic, so if you ever feel inspired to write anything with that, please know that i would read tf out of it! have a great day!! 💕

Heyy! I love me a Slytherin-Hufflepuff couple so I’m superrr excited about this one. I hope I did justice to your request.

Slytherin!Aemond X Hufflepuff!Reader

“And then the potion just exploded like boom, right in his his face and I don’t really see how that’s my fault since all I did was..”

Aemond patiently listened to you rant as you both were sat under the large oak tree in the school’s courtyard. The both of you had a free period and had opted to sit by the tree, you leaning against him as he flipped through your notebook, proofreading your essay on sirens while your bags were carelessly pushed toward your left, his green and white scarf tangled with your yellow and black one that were also tossed alongside your bags.

“And then I-“ you paused, taking a moment to look up at him, observing his brows knitted together as he focused on your essay “are you listening Aemond?”

“And then the smoke turned green, a horrible odour followed after.. yes I am listening Y/N, go on” he assured, still not looking up from the book in his hands.

You pouted slightly, wanting all of his attention. So you waited until he was done reading the whole thing and only once he’d looked up from those pages did you smile, ready to start talking again but Aemond beat you to it.

“There’s a mistake in the historical reference of your essay,” he said in his monotonous voice “Homer stated that the sirens are part bird and not-“

“From what I read, in the greek origins of the sirens, they allowed themselves to be prevailed upon by Hera to compete with the muses” you interrupted, quoting something you’d read in a book only the night before “since they lost, their wings were taken from them and they were tossed into the waters to which their bodies adapted and that’s how they’re part fish-“

“But those are called mermaids. The sirens never replicated their appearance” Aemond argued further “when they tried to lure a ship full of sailers who outsmarted the sirens, they threw themselves into the ocean and drowned. Some say they metamorphosed into rocks”

“So you’re claiming sirens to be extinct? That my essay in flawed?” you raised a brow, taking your book from his hand.

“All I’m saying is, perhaps you should read another book or two” he hummed “just to be sure”

A comfortable silence filled between you both. Aemond didn’t talk much unless it was related to academics.

This had always been the dynamic between you both, him being the quiet one and you, the comparatively louder one. You’d befriended him on your very first time aboard the Hogwarts express. He was sat by himself, fidgeting with the hem of his emerald green sweater, his shoulder-length hair pulled back neatly into a half-up, half-down hairstyle. He had a brown leather eye patch that covered his left eye.

Even at the age of eleven, he wasn’t at all talkative and you being you, sat beside him and sort of adopted him.

He seemed to like to hear you ramble about silly things. And even though you both were disappointed about being sorted into different houses, the both of you still stayed friends, growing closer and closer as the years went by.

You became his best friend, always walking around the hallways together, your shoulders bumping together, though as time went by and he grew his height, it was more like your shoulder bumping against his bicep.

You were the one who used to rush to his defence, regardless of the situation just the same as he used to rush to yours. The only difference? Aemond was a calm and collected person, always keeping his cool even when he was filled with rage to the brim meanwhile you were a short-tempered gremlin, quick to give into your anger and throw a punch. Aemond was usually the one who would have to break up the fights and pry you off of the poor student who had taken a good beating from you.

"Why do you always resort to fighting?" he'd ask you with a chuckle as he would come to walk you back to your common room after your detention.

"I can’t help it" you shrugged "he said something about you that I did not appreciate"

There were times when his older brother Aegon used to interrupt your peaceful moments, like the one you were presently having, to boast about how good he was at quidditch compared to his other teammates or sometimes to simply tease the both of you, stating that you lot would make an adorable couple.

You simply laughed along with him, while Aemond’s ears used to turn red.

"What are you lot doing this year for Christmas eve?" Aemond asked "there’s going to be some exchanging of presents in the Slytherin common room once its midnight"

"Oh we're just having the regular hot chocolate counter with cookies" you shrugged "though I'm sure the older students will sneak off for a smoke"

"Us Slytherins just spike the eggnog" he simply said, not giving you any further details.

"I'm going to sneak out too," you told him and that seemed to immediately regain his attention. You didn’t really smoke so it did catch him off-guard so you quickly clarified what your intent was behind sneaking out "not for a smoke. I was hoping to meet you"

"Oh" he simply said and it was hard for you to read his expression. Aemond was rather good at masking his emotions "past curfew"

"Yes past curfew" you giggled "wouldn’t be called sneaking out if it wasn’t"

"What for?" he asked, the corner of his lip curling up into a sly smile.

"Stop smirking Targaryen" you rolled your eyes, playfully punching his arm, that had him chuckling softly "I got you something for Christmas, but one more shit-eating grin and I will gift it to Aegon"

"Right right" he tried his best to suppress the smile "I got you something too, though I was going to wait until Christmas morning"

It was pretty much a ritual for Aemond and you to exchange gifts every Christmas. Unlike the older students, you both always sent each other presents by post. This year, you decided to stay in Hogwarts since your family were busy moving houses and you found that sort of thing boring and tiring. Since you were staying in school for the holidays, Aemond too had decided to wait back to keep you company.

You'd heard, over the years, many students talking about how they sneaked off at night to exchange gifts, taking walks along the grounds where Filch never patrolled, kissing in the silence of the night. It all sounded so sweet yet thrilling.

You too wanted to experience that, though perhaps expecting a kiss was a far fetch.

You wouldn’t say you had a crush on Aemond just the same way you knew Aemond never held any romantic feelings for you but you had thought about it, how the both of you would look walking around hand in hand, him leaning closer to hear your little rant and then letting out that adorable chuckle of his.

You wouldn’t deny that your friend was rather handsome, even though some of the other students made fun of his eye patch behind his back.

You couldn’t disagree more.

Aemond had lost an eye, but you would have to say it was those few others who were more blinded than him. How could someone look at him and not find him attractive?

"I'll see you at midnight then" Aemond stood up, offering his hand for you to take so that he might help you to your feet as well "meet me near the broom cupboard by the trophy room"

"Alright" you smiled as you slipped your hand into his. Aemond seemed to have forgotten that you were lighter than him in weight and tugged at your arm with such ferociousness, it sent you colliding right into his chest, sending the both of you toppling over and crashing right to the ground again.

Aemond grunted, feeling his arse sting from the impact while you broke out into a fit of giggles.

"It's not funny Y/N" Aemond spoke but you could very clearly hear the smile in his voice.

"I'll see you at midnight" you repeated his own statement "I hope you did not over-do it with your gift again this year"

As thrilling as sneaking out was, it was in equal measure, just as scary. Not only because you feared being caught but because you'd seen enough scary movies to make you paranoid.

When you arrived by the decided broom cupboard, you found yourself to be alone. You gently tapped your foot while you awaited Aemond.

The creaking of the cupboard doors caught you off guard as they slowly swung open and you could swear you had a heart attack. A hand immediately reached out to cover your mouth right as you were about to scream before another reached out and pulled you inside the cupboard.

"Shh, quit swatting my arm you- ouch. Lumos"

Your movement seized the moment the inside of the cupboard lit up, to reveal Aemond looking at you with a rather amused expression.

"If you are done being a gremlin, might we move on to the gift-giving, hm?" he said with a playful grin just as he reached into the pocket of his sweatpants and pulled out a neatly wrapped present.

You too reached beneath your hoodie, retrieving the gift that you had tucked into the waistband of your trousers.

"Merry Christmas Aemond" you smiled as you handed him his gift.

"Merry Christmas Y/N" he returned the smile as he too passed you your gift.

He carefully took apart the wrapping, making sure he didn’t rip it- a habit he'd picked from his mother.

"Woah, where'd you get this" he whisper-yelled excitedly as he admired the book you'd gotten him. Aemond was a lad of many interests but the one thing he was absolutely obsessed with, was dragons. On you visit to Diagon alley, you saw a book on dragonology in the bookstore; it was a signed first copy and even though it was a bit expensive, you didn’t mind spending your allowance on it.

"Open it" you said, just as excited as him.

Aemond did as you instructed, flipping open the cover of the hardbound book to find two tickets to the game of his favourite Quidditch team amidst the pages.

"Y/N how did you get these?" his jaw was hanging open, unable to process all of this "I've been trying to get a hold of these for weeks"

"Oh one of my friend's father is working as security for the venue" you told him with a proud shrug "I asked her if he could manage to get me two tickets. You can take Aegon with you, maybe even a date"

Aemond was smiling from ear to ear, a rare yet adorable occurrence.

"Your turn now" he cleared his throat, pointing to the unwrapped gift in your hands "go on"

You slowly opened your gift, unlike Aemond, you didn’t care if the wrapping ripped a little but you still tried to be careful since the wrapper was a pretty one.

Once the paper was completely off, you were left with a beautiful velvet box in your hand.

"Is there a ring in here, you gonna propose?" you joked with a devilish grin that had Aemond roll his eye.

You gently opened the lid to reveal a beautiful necklace with a dainty topaz pendant. The chain was of a thin band of silver, intertwining with a thin band of the darkest emerald green.

Aemond came from a very rich family and each year he used to bring you rather expensive gifts that you were rather hesitant to accept. This year however, he went way overboard with this expensive piece of jewellery.

"Aemond I can’t accept this" your voice came out as barely a whisper as you eyes the yellow gemstone "this must’ve cost you a fortune"

"Oh hush" he blew a raspberry "I saw it and it reminded me of us. The green in the chain is me, slytherin and the topaz stone is the colour of your house. Open it"

"Huh?"

"It's a locket," he told you as he pointed at the necklace "the gemstone is fused with a small locket"

You careful took the pendant in you hand and turned it to find a thin line running across the sides, indicating that it was indeed a locket. Carefully, you pried it open and the moment you did, it projected a small yet hazy image that began to move.

It was you and Aemond as children. You were on the Hogwarts express, laughing as you both tried Bertie Bott's every flavoured beans.

The image changed.

It was you and him in your third year, hugging him after you both had returned from Christmas break.

The image changed again and again, showing you many glimpses of a few happy moments you'd shared with Aemond.

"These are some of my favourite memories of us" he sheepishly said, looking down at you eagerly to see how you would react "it was a little difficult for me to charm the locket to do it, my uncle Daemon helped me"

"This is so sweet" you threw your arms around him to pull him in for a hug and Aemond instinctively wrapped his arms around your waist to hold you closer.

"Need me to help you put it on?" he asked while still being in your embrace.

"mhm I-"

"Oi, who's out here?"

The both of you immediately pulled away, eyes wide as you heard Filch's voice boom across the hallways. Aemond held a finger to his lips, to tell you to remain quiet.

"Nox" he softly whispered and immediately, the cupboard was dark once again.

You both could hear the footsteps getting louder and louder and you held your breath as if that would help. The doors of the cupboard slowly began to move but before Filch could fully open them, Aemond raised his wand and mumbled a spell under his breath.

"Rictumsepra"

Filch immediately stumbled backwards, clutching his stomach as he burst into laughter. He sunk to the floor, rolling as he cackled helplessly.

Aemond caught you by the wrist, dragging you outside the the cupboard as he dashed down the hallway, you following after him. He kept running and running until the both of you had reached the changing rooms near the quidditch pitch.

You were out of breath by the time you'd stopped, leaning against the wall as you panted, Aemond doing the same.

"He doesn’t come this way" he managed to form a sentence "Aegon mentioned it a few times"

You simply nodded, still a bit tired from all that running. Eventually, once you had somewhat caught your breath, you burst into a fit of giggles, Aemond laughing along with you.

"That was fun" you said in between your giggles.

"Yea it wa-" Aemond paused as something else caught his attention. He began to once again chuckle uncontrollably, pointing his finger upward as he looked down at his feet to avoid you seeing the blush rise to his cheeks.

You looked to where he was pointing and immediately looked away, smiling sheepishly.

"Mistletoe" you mumbled.

"Mistletoe" he repeated.

Aemond finally looked up to meet your gaze, drawing a sharp breath.

"Well?" he asked gingerly, awaiting your response.

"Well tradition is tradition" you shrugged, hoping that he couldn’t hear your heart that was beating ferociously in your chest. You took a step closer, him doing the same. His large hand came up to cup the side of your face before he leaned down.

You eyes fluttered shut right before you felt his soft lips against yours.

You expected him to leave you with a simple peck but he tilted his head to the side, deepening the kiss. You instinctively hummed into the kiss, gently fisting his warm sweater, pulling him even closer.

It was like fireworks going off inside you. The way his lips moulded against yours, the way his fingers tangled in your hair, the soft whimpers escaping his lips, it was all driving you insane.

You were kissing Aemond Targaryen.

If the both of you weren’t already out of breath from all that running, you would be snogging for a little while longer but you had to break the kiss to catch your breaths.

Aemond rested his forehead against yours, his hand still cupping your face.

"Would've kissed you even without the obligation of tradition" Aemond breathed out, his lips brushing against yours "been wanting to kiss you for a while now"

You only smiled, still taking your time to process all of it.

"You said that I could perhaps take a date with me to that quidditch game" he gave you a boyish grin, playfully bumping his nose with yours "can I maybe take you out?"

You pocketed the box with the necklace and wrapped your arms around him, pulling him in for another kiss.

"I'll take that as a yes?" he asked with a chuckle as his lips moved expertly against yours.

"Yes" you confirmed with a hum into the kiss.

[sleeplessdreamer123]

Fanfic Idea! (Lucemond, Hogwarts AU)

Lucerys was no hat stall, it taking only five seconds before the word "Ravenclaw!" left the hat's "mouth". He still can't believe he was placed in Ravenclaw. He didn't feel smart at all! He also felt a bit disappointed, not being in the same house as his brother, a proper red and gold Gryffindor like almost every Targaryen, but seeing Jace cheer the loudest as he made his way to the blue and bronze table made him feel a bit better, at least, enough to ignore the fact that his table was next to that of Slytherin. He's particularly ignoring a certain green, one-eyed third year's glare, opting to sit farthest away, back facing the green and sliver table, not willing to acknowledge any of his uncles.

He was a bit startled when a cool finger poked the nape of his neck, but after turning around and seeing a certain fifth year Ravenclaw, he instantly relaxed. With Helaena by his side, his uncles would, at the very least, not try anything "funny".

"Hello, aunt." A real, albeit small, smile on his face as he greeted his aunt. He hadn't seen her in years, ever since the... incident.

She had seemed fine enough, more mature than she used to be. Her face lost most of the baby fat, her long white hair clipped with what looked to be a dragonfly hair clip, her uniform perfect, save for what Lucerys believes to be mud at the bottom, though it was a bit too dark to be sure, and a beetle necklace, though Lucerys was not sure what kind. She looked as dazed as Lucerys remembered her to be, as if she was in a different plane of existence, though when he greeted her, she seemed to somewhat return from wherever her mind took her to.

"Hello, dear nephew." She answered, her voice soft and dreamy, as she stared not at Lucerys, but at her hands. It was then that Lucerys noticed his aunt's source of wonder, a spider, weaving it's web around his aunt's fingers. "Congratulations, the thread of blue has been weaved into the tapestry, though amidst the red, black and green, it does seem to have no place in the image envisioned. Alas, only the weavers know of it's purpose."

He nodded awkwardly. Even now, he does not understand much of what his aunt would say. Being a dragon dreamer, she often speaks only in riddles, rarely does a straightforward sentence leave her lips. As a younger boy, he would often ignore her in favor of his uncles and brother, who were quick to let him join, as his face would be used to escape the punishment of whatever scheme Aegon concucted.

But things are different now. And he does need someone from his own house to guide him in the school. He can't always rely on Jace being there for him. It was time to stretch his own wings, but he needed to be cautious, and what safer person to be with than the sister of the very person he needs to be protected from? Thank Merlin he wasn't placed in Hufflepuff, otherwise he truly would have no one, and the likelihood of his body being found floating around the Great Lake before he gets to have his first breakfast in Hogwarts would be exceedingly high.

After everyone was sorted, the Headmaster, his grandfather, welcomed everyone warmly. Lucerys winced a bit, noticing the way his grandfather used the podium to keep him from falling. Fortunately, his speech was short, encouraging everyone to enjoy the feast prepared. He quickly returned to his seat at the head of the table, miraculously having the strength to keep him upright.

He did, in fact, enjoy the feast, particularly the lemon cakes placed right in front of him. It at least distracted him from the obvious whispers from different tables, and the still glaring eye of his uncle.

Once all the plates were cleared, instead of his father, there was Otto, the Headmaster's right hand man, telling everyone to enjoy their night's sleep, as their first day would start tomorrow.

Helaena, who turned out to be the Ravenclaw's prefect, stood beside her male counterpart, and led the first years to the Ravenclaw tower. It had so many stairs, and by the time they reached the entrance, most of the first years, Lucerys included, were tired, sweaty, and sleepy.

The male prefect told all of them that their door is different from the others. Instead of passwords, their door asks riddles. Get the answer right, and the door will open for you. It does not have a limit to how many guesses you make, but if you truly cannot answer, you would need to wait for someone else to answer it for you.

Lucerys hopes he truly was sorted in the right house, and secretly prays to all the gods that he wouldn't be one of the students stuck waiting outside for someone to help them get in. That would be embarrassing.

Once the male prefect answered the riddle, they were led to a beautifully furnished blue common room. There, Lucerys sees another familiar face. His grandmother, Rhaenys, in a high collared blue dress, looking as regal as ever, fitting perfectly with the regal decorations of the room. She was strict, but kind, introducing herself as Professor Velaryon, the head of Ravenclaw House. She then informed them that she would provide them the rules of the Ravenclaw Tower, when their brains can actually absorb her words. She greeted them a good night, before gesturing to them to go to their rooms. Lucerys felt her gaze on him a few times, though he doesn't know how she must feel to see him under her care once again. Helaena led the girls to their rooms, waving a quick goodbye to Lucerys as he followed the male prefect to his side.

When he finally laid on the bed, he felt the tears he held back come pouring out. It was stupid, he knows, but he can't help it. He misses Dragonstone, he misses his old room, his mother, his grandfather, Corlys, his brothers and step-sisters, and Arrax, his dragon, who sadly wasn't on the list of pets students were allowed to bring with them. He was never alone, always with a family member, or a servant, or a private maester.

Realizing that he was laying on an unfamiliar bed, with strangers in the same room must have made him conscious of how alone he now was. And he didn't like it at all. It made him conscious of how much he truly missed home.

He hoped his mother won't be too upset he was an eagle rather than a lion, though he knows she would just pat his cheek and tell him that her own mother was a Ravenclaw, and that they were all dragons at the end of the day (he knows this because she did say this when he asked what she would do if he didn't get sorted into Gryffindor). He knows his step-father, the Head of Griffyndor House, Daemon, would have felt a bit unhappy he wouldn't be under his care, like Jace, but would say something in the lines of, "better a bird than a snake". He knows his other grandfather, Corlys, would be proud, saying that blue fits him more, anyway. Again, he doesn't know how his grandmother felt, but he hopes there would be some part of her that was pleased he got into her house.

He tried to breath properly, hoping his roommates didn't hear his sniffling. He tried to think of something less sad, so he could stop.

He allowed his mind to wander. What would Jace be doing right now? Would he sit with Lucerys on the Ravenclaw table for a bit for breakfast? He hoped not, despite wanting to break his fast with him. He and Aegon would start fighting again, and there was a reason why Gryffindors and Slytherins were seated far away from each other. Mayhaps he could sit with the Gryffindor table instead? But wouldn't that look like rejecting his new house? No, better they eat separately. They could always see each other beyond the dining hall. What were Baela and Rhaena doing? Were they enjoying Beauxbatons? He hopes they were. He wonders if they entered Hogwarts, what would their houses be? Baela was definitely a Gryffindor, Rhaena would fit in Ravenclaw, more than he would, at least. Maybe Daemon and his grandmother would threaten the hat so he would place them under their care? It would be hilarious to watch if Baela would get sent to Slytherin. She would rage and Daemon would threaten to cut the hat in half with Dark Sister. His grandfather would have to sew the hat back together and beg for it's forgiveness. He hoped, though he knows it wouldn't really happen, that Rhaena would transfer to Hogwarts, maybe they could sneak in each other's room to read and tell stories, like they did in Dragonstone, but what would....

So on and on Lucerys thought happier thoughts until he finally slept. When he opened his eyes, he was determined to have a good first day.

[eraenaa]

Desperate Requirement (Hogwarts AU)

Slytherin Aemond Targaryen x Reader Tag List

Synopsis: It’s hard being horny at Hogwarts. Luckily, you and Aemond always found a way to relieve your needs.

Warnings: Barely any plot; just smut, Mature, 18+, Oral Sex (F & M receiving), Fingering, Handjob, P in V sex, Semi-Public Relations, Shower Sex, Very Horny Aemond, Not Proofread

Word Count: 2,660

A/N: I really wanted to do Aemond in Hogwarts because when I first watched HOTD, I was just recovering from my Draco Malfoy phase.

“Aemond,” You called, voice distracted and heavily laced with pleasure as his lips were on your neck and his cold hands were hiking up the hem of your skirt higher and higher. “We… we can’t do this here,” You called, your hands tangling in his hair, not at all making any move to push him away and hinder where your actions were leading. You were pushed up against the door of one of the many broom closets in the castle. Aemond pulled you in there as you were on your way to your next class. His actions made you completely forget about the spell in charms you stayed up to study the night before. “The professor is still in a meeting… they’ll be late. Why not capitalize on the opportunity?” He said against your skin, his hand going to your waist to pull you closer to him.

Your eyes fluttered to a close as lips returned to suck on your sensitive skin, making certain to leave a mark. Already amused, he thought about which way you would once again hide them. Will you cover them with those pastes you smuggled from the muggle world? Or perhaps will you, once again, constantly wear your house scarf even though the weather or setting did not reacquire it. Maybe you’ll surprise him and be bold enough to show all the marks Aemond intended to give you to mark his territory. 

You sighed as his hands tried to unbutton your shirt; when his cold touch grazed the warm skin of your chest, your sensibilities returned. “I—I can’t be intimate with you here,” You whispered and pushed Aemond away. “Why not? Just earlier today, you were straddling me in my bed so I would not leave,” Aemond mused, recalling the scene that initially made him yearn for you so harshly at this hour of the day. “Well, that was in the privacy of your room! Anyone can walk in here and catch us! A student, a house elf— Merlin forbid, a professor!” You said and tried to push Aemond away but he would not have it. “Please, darling, just…” Aemond whispered, and you tried not to grow soft at the slight tone of begging in his voice. “Aemond,” you sighed as he took hold of your wrist and guided it downwards, making you feel the need in him. 

You moaned quietly as you felt his hard length, proving that he needed you so greatly.  You could no longer restrain yourself as you palmed his length through his trousers, hisses coming from his lips as you pleasured him through the fabric of his uniform. Cold hands found their way to your breasts, kneading the mounds and making you bite your lip as wetness gathered at your cunt. “Aemond… oh, Aemond,” You sighed, tilting your head back as one of his cold hands trailed downward and cupped your heat. His fingers rubbed your sensitive bundle of nerves as you continued to palm his throbbing length. Your breathing mixed as your stifled moans and sighs echoed through the broom closet, the both of you reaching your peaks even though your skin had not actually touched. Aemond panted harshly as he spilled himself in his uniform, the spot where his seed gathered turning a darker shade. 

“Scourgify,” you took your wand from your robe and uttered the enchantment. Aemond gave you a lazy smile as his sapphire-colored eye was still hazy from his release. You breathed out a sigh as his lips found yours once more, his tongue teasing your bottom lip and seeking entrance, but you could not be distracted anymore. “We have to go,” You pushed him away and turned to open the door, peeking out your head to make certain that no passerby would see the both of you emerging from the utility room. The both of you reached charms class at the nick of time. Your cheeks flushed, and your neck was covered by your wool scarf even though it was unseasonably warm. Aemond sat beside you, demeanor more lax and a satisfied smirk on his thin lips, and his hand resting on your upper thigh throughout the whole of the lesson. Effectively distracting you from the professor’s lecture. 

You watched Aemond through the whole of his quidditch practice. You savored the way how focused he was trying to catch the snitch. Not missing the stunts he did to impress you nor the suggestive looks he’ll give when he passes you. By the end of their practice, your lip was between your teeth, and your legs were tightly crossed to relieve the need that had gathered in the past two hours of watching him fly around the quidditch pitch. 

You quickly made your way down from the pitch minutes before they dismounted their brooms. You sneaked your way into the locker rooms to wait for Aemond. He was the captain of the Slytherin team, and one of the benefits of that was he had his own private shower stall and dressing room to change in. You bit your lip as you stood in the shower stall, hearing the distant sound of footsteps and chatter from the team. Your breathing hitched as Aemond’s voice was drawing closer, him lecturing one of his teammates about the game, clearly aggravated and frustrated. It would seem this endeavor would serve him beneficially. You bit your cheeks as Aemond’s words died on his tongue as he saw you standing stark naked in his shower stall, waiting for him. 

He waved off his teammate and did not waste a second before wrapping his arms around you and placing his lips against yours. Your heart stuttered as you realized his tense and rugged figure turned putty in your arms, the frustrations you felt oozing from him miraculously disappearing. You sighed as you two were enveloped in the hot water, your lips never parting even though it was a bit of a struggle to breathe. You gasped in shock as Aemond hoisted you on his waist, pushing you against the tiled wall and aligning his length in your entrance. “You wouldn’t let me fuck you in the privacy of the closet, but you would happily let me have my way with you here? In the men’s bathroom, with my teammates just in the distance? How lewd had you become?” Aemond mused as you very slowly sank down on his cock, him making sure to catch every little reaction you would make as your cunt was once again filled by him. 

You whimpered and moaned as you were fully filled by him, Aemond hissing as the tip of his cock rested perfectly in the spongey spot of your cunt. The spot that made your eyes roll back in your head and your back arch. “You have to be quiet, my darling… wouldn’t want to be caught now, would you?” Aemond hummed, his hands gripping your bottom, and his hips thrust to meet yours, your moans spewing quietly into the side of his neck as you buried your face there. “Aemond, what’s taking you so long?” His brother Aegon screamed from the locker room. “Give me a minute!” Aemond yelled but his tone was laced with concentration that made his other teammates suspicious. “Is he having a fucking wank?” You heard one of his teammates ask, and Aemond buried his cock deep inside, his lips continuing his torment on the side of your neck. 

“Aemond… oh, I’m… fuck, I’m coming,” You moaned, dazed by the pleasure he gave. Aemond bit his lip as he moved one of his hands to cover your mouth, already knowing that you were ready to scream when you reached your peak. It truly was flattering for him to hear you scream out in pleasure; his name would always be uttered as you came, but he could not let the two of you be found in such a state. You panted against his hand, dazed eyes watching him tilt his head back as he came deep inside you, quiet groans leaving his lips. “Fuck, you’re perfect.” Aemond sighed and kissed your lips, then your cheeks, as you slowly unwrapped your legs around his waist. The two of you were sweaty from the endeavor, but luckily, the shower was just there. 

“Stop it.” You gritted lowly as Aemond’s hand trailed upward your skirt. You were attending your Defense against the Dark Arts class, but Aemond was determined to distract you from the important lesson. “I need you,” he whispered in your ear as the professor was turned away from the class; you quietly whimpered as he nipped your ear after he whispered the words. “Pay attention; the O.W.Ls are near.” You whispered even though his small action caused you to need as well. Aemond grunted and returned his attention to the lecture, but now you, too, were distracted as well, need pooling between your legs as his hand never left your thigh, only inching higher and higher. 

You bit your lip and raised your hand, excusing yourself to go to the lavatory. “Meet me in the second-floor prefect’s washroom,” You whispered to Aemond after, a sly smirk adorning his lips as you left. You waited impatiently for Aemond to appear, and when he did, you grabbed him by the necktie to smash your lips together. “Hurry, they’ll get suspicious,” You muttered as you two were squished together in a stall. Your fingers tried to undo his trousers, but you frowned as he nudged your hands away, and he instead sank to his knees. “Aemond, what ar—“ You could not finish your thought as he hiked up your skirt and pushed your undergarments to the side so his lips could meet your cunt. 

Moans quickly spewed from your lips, no matter how hard you tried to stifle them. You looked down to see Aemond grinning up at you, his fingers pushing themselves into you. “So fucking wet… you could never resist me, now can you, my darling?” He hummed, then sucked on your bundle of nerves, making you moan louder. “Aemond!” You cried as he curled his fingers, the sound of your wetness and moans echoing through the empty lavatory. “Fuck, you’re so good…” You uttered as you felt your core tighten with the same need for release. His name once again spewed from your lips as you came on lips. You hummed in satisfaction as his lips met yours, tasting your essence on his tongue. 

“You look gorgeous, my darling,” Aemond smiled as he spun you around. The great hall was decorated for the occasion. The Yule Ball was probably your favorite event at Hogwarts. “You look quite handsome yourself,” You smiled as you gazed up at him. You rested your head on his shoulder as you two swayed to the slow tune of the dance, his hand firmly on your waist. You sighed in contentment as you were in the arms of the boy you had loved since your first day in Hogwarts. “Do you want to get out of here?” You asked quietly as the dance floor became more crowded. Aemond was quick to agree and took hold of your hand to escort you out of the great hall, finding an empty carriage so the two of you could enjoy each other’s company in privacy. 

Your lips danced their familiar dance as Aemond’s hold on your waist was threading upwards and nearing the valley of your breast. Your hands moved to rest upon his thigh, but you gasped in shock and embarrassment as the carriage door flew open, a professor catching the both of you. “Ten points each will be deducted from your house. Now go back to the hall,” they sternly said, and you and Aemond hurriedly disembarked the carriage, your cheeks flaming red in embarrassment. 

You returned to the castle, turning to Aemond wide-eyed as he tried his hardest to stifle his laughs. “Don’t laugh! That was mortifying!” You said, but Aemond shook his head and cupped your heated cheeks. “You looked so adorable,” He laughed and gave your lips a kiss. You breathed in deeply as your heart stuttered at the way he looked at you with adoration. “Where do we go now? The rooms are locked, even our dorms,” You sighed as you two stood in an empty hallway. “Here?” Aemond suggested, but you scrunched up your brows at his ludicrous suggestion. You chewed on your cheeks as the need for Aemond was evermore present. “The astronomy tower?” He asked as you rested your head on his chest, your gaze downward, seeing that he, too, needed you badly. “No, it’s too cold,” You sighed and his arms wrapped around your frame. 

All of a sudden, you hear the sound of light debris falling to the ground. Aemond frowned and took out his wand, preparing for an attack. Your brows furrowed as the empty wall in the hallway started to transform. The blank bricks reveal chiseled carvings and, ultimately, a door opened for the both of you. Your lips gaped, and you turned to Aemond, “Did… did we just summon the room of requirement?” You asked in disbelief. Aemond pulled you into the summoned room that housed a bed and fireplace. You were still in shock that you two had found the room that you thought was a hoax, but shock could not be properly comprehended as his lips were on yours again. Your bodies trailed over to the bed as your articles of clothing were tossed to the floor. You sat by the edge of the bed, gazing up at Aemond whose lips were parted as your hand was wrapped around his length. 

You hear him his as your lips wrap around the tip of his length, your eyes still locked on his as you take in his length deeper into your mouth. “Fuck, darling, you look so pretty with your lips around my cock,” Aemond hummed and cupped your cheek, which was hollowed as you sucked his length. You gagged as the tip of him hit the back of your throat, his loudly groaning at the sensation. You continued on, tears spilling at the side of your eyes, “Such a good girl taking my cock,” Aemond praised as he abruptly pulled out of your cock. He, without warning, turned you around and let your stomach hit the soft mattress, your bum in the air as he squeezed them harshly. 

You let out a loud moan as he plunged his length deep inside you, the wetness you had gathered making lewd noises that accompanied your moans and the crackling fire. “You like that? You like it when I fuck you from behind, don’t you, my darling?” Aemond grunted, his hands gathering your hair and lightly pulling it. The pain adds to your pleasure, and it translates to your walls clenching tightly around him. You could only moan as Aemond’s cold hand reached downwards, and his slender fingers started to draw circles upon your nubbin, your moans growing louder. Begging him for release as your knees dug into the soft, feathered bed and your hands fisted the sheets. 

Aemond felt his release coming as well. He momentarily stopped his thrust to turn you around, wanting to see your pretty face as you came undone and as he filled your cunt with his seed. You feel his weight atop you and his lips against yours. “Aemond… Aemond!” You cried as you came hard on his cock. Your lips moved to his shoulders, and your teeth bit down on his flesh, making him groan in pained pleasure, urging him to spill himself inside you a bit earlier than he had wished. 

Aemond collapsed atop your bare body, sweaty limbs intertwined. “Aemond?” You called, trying to catch your breath. “Yes, my darling?” He asked, “I still need you,” You said and heard him chuckle, moving to kiss your lips and moved to oblige your needs once more. 

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The Ballad of Green Snakes and Honey Badgers

Prologue

Summary: When your former friend and current Triwizard champion Aemond Targaryen sends you a note asking you to meet him after years having last spoken to each other, you are left wondering what he could possibly want. So when, to your surprise, he asks you to be his date to the Yule Ball, you make a decision that will either mend your broken friendship with the Slytherin boy or irreparably shatter it forever.

Pairing: Slytherin!Aemond Targaryen x Hufflepuff!Tully!Reader

Word count: 2,1k

Warnings: none

Notes: Hello hello, dearest readers! How have you all been? 

I offer you the prologue to a new story I am now incredibly excited to write. The idea for this came from the lovely @peachysunrize, whom I admire very much and love her works (I’ve actually been saving Tangerine Dreams for when I have enough free time to binge read it, ‘cause I know once I start I won’t be able to stop), after Mr. Ewan Mitchell was spotted serving cunt looks at the British GQ’s Men of The Year last night. It was supposed to be a one-shot howeeeeever I ended up getting a little carried away and dicided to go for a slightly longer story (so I’m so so sorry, Aemond actually wearing the infamous outfit at the Yule Ball won’t show up for a few chapters, please forgive me).

Just to explain a few details of this story: Hogwarts is in Westeros, located in the Crownlands near the border between these lands, the Reach, the Riverlands and the Stormlands. Volaena Academy of Magic is situated in Volantis, houses female students from Volantis, Pentos and Lys (equivalent to Beauxbatons) and Green Grass Institute is situated in Braavos, houses male students, mainly Dothraki, from Braavos, Pentos and Tyrosh (equivalent to Durmstrang)

I never thought I’d write a Hogwarts!AU but here we are! Although the HP/WW universe was a very important part of my childhood, I haven’t consumed any content related to it in a very long time (except for random memes on ig I often trade with a friend) because that woman (you know which one) pisses me the fuck off. But since no one will be profiting from me writing this (at least I don’t think so), and I still quite like the universe even if my love for it got diminished somewhat, I decided to give it a try. I won’t lie, I had fun!

I’d just like to warn that the next update for this series will take a little while, as I have quite a lot of work to get done (the semester is ending and Uni is kicking me in the butt once more, what’s new) and I’d like to finish writing a new chapter of Written Between the Lines, the other Aemond series I have on going, first.

Although Reader is a Tully I didn’t write her with a specific appearance in mind, and the same goes for Kermit Tully, so it is up to you to imagine what she looks like. I really hope you, dear reader, enjoy this and have fun while reading it! And thank you so much @peachysunrize for coming up with the idea in the first place! If you spot any mistakes, please feel free to warn me and I’ll correct it right away, and feedback is always welcome and appreciated. I hope you truly enjoy this story.

Reader is female, but no physical descriptions provided

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When you woke up on that rainy morning, you had expected it to be just another normal Tuesday, only barely over a week into the school year. The day had started out like any other: you had met with Oscar for breakfast at the Great Hall, being joined shortly after by Kermit and Davos, and avoided at all costs glancing in Cregan’s general direction. Then you had headed for your classes of the day, being paired with Doreah, a lyseni girl from Volaena, for your year-long Herbology project. 

While Doreah seemed nice, and you believed you would find a friend in her still, it was moments like this when you found yourself missing Helaena the most. You had promised to write to one another, of course, with you assuring you’d keep her updated in all the latest gossip around Hogwarts, yet it just wasn’t the same. You had become so used to seeing her at the farthest corner of the Ravenclaw table, waiting for you at supper, or sneaking out of the Hufflepuff common room together and into the kitchens to arrange snacks for your late night study sessions that you didn’t realize how much you’d miss this small things until she was actually gone, only just starting her career as a Magientomologist. Still, all you had to do was survive one more year until you could take your N.E.W.T.s and leave this place to search for a career of your own, and perhaps achieve your dream of sharing a flat with your best friend.

It was only after you left your Defense Against the Dark Arts class, having been squished between two quite large dothraki students from Green Grass, that you noticed something was different. A small piece of parchment was sticking out from inside your book, yet you didn’t remember putting it there; while you often used random papers as bookmarkers, it didn’t seem to be the case here, as the pages holding the parchment were ones you did not remember having ever read. As you turned the paper around you realized it was not just some paper, it was in fact a note, and you wondered how someone managed to place it inside your book, as you hadn’t left it unattended at all. But as you read the words, it would soon become clear to you.

Meet me at the library after dinner ~ A. T. 

The note carried a neat, flourished handwriting, written in expensive green ink. And yet, as your eyes skimmed over the words once more your heart started beating faster and faster, the flow of blood seemingly thundering on the inside of your eardrums. A. T., the person had signed. 

Aemond Targaryen.

What could he possibly want with you? Him, of all people? After all these years? Why did he want to speak to you now? It made sense then, how the note had appeared in your book without you realizing it; Aemond was quite good at Transfiguration, one of the top students even (but was there anything he wasn’t good at?), he excelled in it so for him to conjure a note inside your book was a piece of cake. But that didn’t explain what he wanted.

Sighing, you crumpled the paper in your hand, pinching the bridge of your nose as you pondered upon a decision you were most likely to regret.

There was only one way to find out.

You were quiet during supper, deep in thought as you poked at your food. Kermit and Davos both believed it had to do with the fact that Cregan and Alysanne were sitting right in front of you at the Gryffindor table, choosing then to sit on the bench across the table from you to try and block your view from the happy couple. But only Oscar knew the real reason for your silent demeanor.

Even though Kermit was your twin, you often felt closer to your younger brother, especially after you and Kermit got sorted to different houses on your first year, him being a Gryffindor through and through and you becoming the true embodiment of a Hufflepuff, and Oscar being selected for the same house as yours a year later. In truth, Oscar just understood you better and the other way around was also true, so you ended up becoming one another's confidants, telling each other everything and anything. So once you got back to the common room you had immediately spilled the beans about the mysterious note you had received.

He had begged you not to go. He just knew that whatever Aemond wanted couldn’t possibly be good. Not after everything. But you were curious, and although he would never admit to it, his curiosity on the back burner in face of his concern for you, so was he. So he agreed to your plan of simply listening to what Aemond had to say and leaving. 

Or that would have been the plan, had what Aemond asked not left you completely flabbergasted.

Arriving at the library, now almost completely void of students, save for one or two first year nerds, you noticed Aemond was already there, punctual as ever.

“You came.” he seemed surprised as he raised from his chair, the book he had been absentmindedly flipping through forgotten over the hardwood table.

You shrugged, not willing to let him see how affected you were by his presence.

“Let’s hear it then.” you crossed your arms over your chest, trying to appear more confident than you felt.

“What?” 

“You called me here for a reason, right? What do you want?”

“Can I not just wish to see an old friend?” it was his turn to shrug.

You scoffed, gritting your teeth as you glanced away from him. Old friend my ass, you thought. You weren’t friends. Not anymore. Hadn’t been for a long time.

“Right.” he must have noticed something in your expression, for he dropped the innocent act “I need your help.”

What could he possibly need your help with?

“Be my date for the Yule Ball.”

What?

“What, why?” you were honestly dumbfounded by his suggestion, because that was what it was; it wasn’t a question, it was closer to a demand. And how dare he demand something from you?

“It is mandatory for the champions to dance at the Ball. And for that they need a partner.”

That’s right, Aemond had been selected as the champion to represent Hogwarts in the Triwizard Tournament against Green Grass and Volaena. The professors had explained what that entailed, and how dangerous it could be, and for a fleeting moment, your heart twinged in worry over him, before it was snuffed out and replaced by the usual cold indifference you felt towards him. Furthermore, they had let all students know that a special ball would be held at Christmas, and that all three champions were required not only to attend but to dance as well.

“I know that.” you huffed, feeling a little offended “I mean why me?”

His stare turned quizzical, as if he couldn’t quite possibly understand what you were implying.

“Why not take your girlfriend?” you asked, confused “I mean, she may have graduated already, but professor Mellos said we could bring dates from outside the school.”

He glanced away from you, his expression turning dark for a split second, before returning his gaze to you.

“Alys and I broke up over summer.” he said with a nonchalance you suspected to be fake.

You wanted to ask, you were desperate to know why, but you had to remind yourself it was none of your business. His life was none of your business and it was better that way.

“Why not some other girl then? They seem to line up for your attention nowadays. Floris has always had a thing for you.”

Aemond was already considered a pretty boy even for normal standards, always having one admirer or another. It lessened a bit after he started dating Alys, a sixth year student, in his fourth year in school, but you knew for a fact people still pinned after him in silence. But after he was named Hogwarts’ triwizard champion, a lot of girls and even some guys flocked around him, vying for his undivided attention. You knew most of them would die for a chance to be his date at the Ball, to be his even if only for one night.

“It would give them the false hope that something more could happen when it won’t.” he tipped his chin, staring at you from under his lashes, and something in the way he was looking at you was deeply unsettling “At least we know where we stand with one another.”

Ouch.

“Why would I ever agree to go with you?”

“Well you certainly aren’t going with Stark, that’s for sure.” the corner of his lip twitch in the tiniest of smirks.

A pang of shame assaulted your heart, heat spreading in your chest and settling in your cheeks.

“How do you know about that?” your voice faltered, small and almost afraid. 

His face fell, then, as if he didn’t expect this reaction from you.

“Everyone knows about it.” 

Humiliation burned in your chest, the sting of tears steadily brimming in your eyes forcing you to glance away from him to stop yourself from breaking down in front of him. Great, now the whole school (and perhaps even the other two guest schools) knew how your boyfriend of four, almost five years had dumped you and practically immediately after started dating your cooler, prettier, hotter cousin. He couldn’t even be bothered to show his face, he had broken up with you through a letter, a majestic white owl bringing the news one summer morning.           

“No.” you sniffled, daring yourself not to cry, and turning away from him, ready to leave and forget this conversation ever happened.

“Wait!” he grabbed your arm, halting your movements. His face was soft when you glanced back at him, something akin to guilt clouding his own features “Please. Just- please.”

That was new. For as long as you had known him, you knew one thing was certain: Aemond Targaryen didn’t beg. For him to stoop this low, at least for his standards, must mean he was indeed desperate.

“What’s in it for me?” you asked in turn.

He pondered for a moment, a surprised look on his face, as if he didn’t expect to get this far into the conversation.

“You’ll get to make Stark jealous?” he offered, and you chuckled mirthlessly in response.

“I don’t want to make him jealous.” and you couldn’t even if you tried, not in comparison to Alysanne of all people “I just want to move on from him.”

“Then you’ll get to show him just that. That you have moved on from him and are already seeing new people.”

His reasoning made sense and you were intrigued, sure, especially considering you weren’t totally over Cregan just yet. But it definitely wasn’t worth the hassle.

“And I’ll help you study for your History of Magic N.E.W.T!” he was quick to add.

Now that was a really tempting offer. History of Magic was one of the subjects you struggled with the most, having a really hard time memorizing all the dates and events, ever since your very first year. And you knew he was well versed in history; he studied the subject even when not required, just for fun. To have someone like him help you study would definitely help you not fail the test.

“Okay.” you sighed out between, biting your tongue “I’ll be your date to the Yule Ball.”

His face lit up then, almost bouncing in his heels from excitement, before feigning indifference.

“Good.” he nodded to himself “We’ll have to spend more time together until then.”

“I didn’t agree to that!” you squealed, the thought of spending any more time than necessary with him making you uneasy.

“We need to be convincing. Otherwise Stark will see right through it.”

He was right. Of course he was right.

“Fine then. When do we start?”

He smiled brightly then, and for a moment you saw that young boy he once was, the one who held your hand on the first train ride to school all those years ago.

“I’ll find you for breakfast tomorrow then and we can go to Potions together. After lunch we can start revising History. How does that sound?”

It could be worse.

“Alright by me, I guess.” 

Aemond grinned cheekily, and you knew then that you were screwed. 

“It’s a date then.” he sauntered away, but not before throwing you a quick wink to match his smirk.

Oscar was going to kill you.

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"He just needs therapy." His therapist needs therapy now. He needs exorcism.

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Green Snake, Red Lion (2)

[Slytherin • Aemond x Gryffindor • female]

[warnings: fluff, mention of injury and coma]

[description: Aemond is a Chaser and captain of the Slytherin team. His biggest rival on the pitch from the Gryffindor team, turned to be his biggest fan, and he hates her with all of his heart. His hatred towards her slowly turns into something else, when she one day stands up for his sister, Helaena. This is slow burn love story.]

* English is not my first language. Please, do not repost. Enjoy! *

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Solren didn't wake up until four days later and Aemond couldn't concentrate on anything because of that. After he had gone to see her in the infirmary after her accident he did not return there again, not wanting to be caught in the act. For some reason the thought of her, that she might never play again, made him feel even worse and more depressing than usual.

His secret source of information was Helaena, who sat by her bedside for hours after her classes, embroidering and talking to her, telling her about her day. Aemond chatted to her once a day, pretending to be casual chat, and she told him about her condition. He felt like he had a huge stone in his stomach every time she told him that she still hadn't woken up.

On the fourth day, during breakfast, one of the Gryffindor Beaters, Romulus, ran to his table and loudly said that Solren had woken up. All the Gryffindors received this information happily, a few people got up to go in a larger group to visit her in the hospital wing. He sighed softly, relieved, and went back to eating his scrambled eggs with a little more appetite.

It turned out that Madame Pomfery properly coped with the task, and the severe trauma to the skull healed. Fortunately, there were no serious injuries, and within a week Aemond saw her for the first time in the Great Hall, greeted by cheers from the Gryffindor table.

Lots of her friends stood and came over to embrace her and talk to her. Aemond noticed with surprise that several of his team members had also come over to talk to her and ask how she was doing.

He pursed his lips at the thought that he didn't have the courage or the strength to wish her well. He knew that nothing he said would erase what he had done to her.

Due to an injury, she was unable to play in the next match between Gryffindors and Slytherins, while watching from the audience. Aemond was discouraged. Without her, constantly confronting him and throwing him off balance, he won point after point.

They would have won even if their Seeker hadn't caught the Golden Snitch, but he did, and the match was over after half an hour. However, he wasn't satisfied, knowing that their team was weakened and it wasn't a complete victory for him.

He saw out of the corner of his eye, hot, as he took a sip of water from a glass bottle that Solren had come down to them, comforting her team, chatting casually with them about some nonsense. His colleagues would say something to him and he would respond with grunts, but he couldn't concentrate. He looked away as she looked at him, all tense.

He felt a pang of disappointment as he saw her turn and go to the Gryffindor tent, talking to Cregan Stark without approaching them as was her habit.

He thought that he was a desperate idiot, obviously missing her attention which had infuriated him not so long ago. He thought that he deserved it and went to change. He took a quick shower and changed into his usual school clothes. His colleagues sang and rejoiced, bare-chested, happy to win.

They tried to stop him and force him to celebrate with them, but he didn't feel like it. He wanted to go to the library, write his overdue essay for the History of Magic and have some quiet time. For some reason he had a huge migraine and felt like his head was about to burst.

When he entered the common library he immediately took the last free table. He searched the bookshelves, looking for topics related to demonology and wizards' pacts with demons. The topic of the essay was vague to him and too much about legends and superstitions instead of knowledge, but he couldn't help it.

He picked up a few books, returned with them to his table, and began flipping through them. He took a piece of parchment, a quill, and an inkwell from his bag and began to write. He had trouble getting the words out physically, but in his head he could formulate rich, complex thoughts and sentences that he put on paper. He knew that he was one of the best students in the year and if he kept up like this he would have a chance to become a prefect.

He involuntarily looked up as he heard another person enter the room. He froze when he saw that it was Solren, standing in the middle of the room with books clutched to her chest, looking for an empty space.

She glanced at him and his nearly empty table, but turned away immediately, disheartened, thinking hard about who to join. For some reason Aemond felt his heart pounding hard at the sight of her. He had wanted to talk to her, but had no idea where to begin.

He cleared his throat loudly and pulled out the chair next to him, letting her know that she could sit down. He could feel her looking at him, unsure if she should.

After a while he heard her sit down next to him, placing her books in front of her, bending over them, reading. He saw that she was going through the potions chapters that they were already working on in common classes with the Gryffindors. He thought that she had a lot of catching up to do with her injury which she needed to make up.

He wanted to start a conversation, but he couldn't, his voice stuck in his throat. His pride kept him from saying anything. Everything he could think of sounded unnatural and forced.

He didn't want to make a desperate fool of himself and he decided that he should just let it go and doesn't think about her anymore. They sat next to each other in silence, leafing through the pages.

The students slowly began to leave the library, however, she was still sitting, looking through her potions book. He saw that she read the same chapter several times, slowly dozing off, resting her head on her elbow. He wondered what she was doing and then realized that she was afraid Snape would start questioning her tomorrow about lessons she missed.

Snape loved to torment the Gryffindors and often questioned them at the beginning of each class. He watched it with satisfaction, seeing how the boys bursting with their Gryffindor Pride on a daily basis suddenly shriveled up in themselves, unable to utter a word.

But Solren was always prepared.

In fact, Aemond had the impression that Snape was more gentle with her. She always listened carefully to his lectures and took notes, focused. She didn't laugh or fool around with the others, not wanting to annoy him. He did not give her a rebate, but he was not as cruel to her as he was to others, having more patience for her.

In the end it was just the two of them in the library, the dark rooms around them filled only by candlelight. He tore himself from writing, dipping his quill in ink and was surprised to see that she had fallen asleep, her hands on the table in front of her, her face turned towards him, her eyes closed.

He never got a chance to get a good look at her because he just didn't like her. Now, however, he had to admit with regret that she had a warm, gentle, pleasant face.

He flinched as she suddenly opened her eyes and their gazes met. They stared at each other intensely, and the longer it went on, the more he felt like he should say something, because the atmosphere was getting awkward to say the least.

He cleared his throat softly, glancing at his parchment, the fingers from his arm stretched out on the table restlessly, tracing the cover of one of his books.

"When will you return to playing matches?" He finally managed to force himself out, feigning indifference, without looking at her.

He heard her shift in her seat, but she didn't move, her cheek still pressed against her crossed arms on the table. She didn't answer for a moment.

"I don't know." She said softly, weakly.

The sound of her voice startled him and made him glance at her uneasily. Usually she spoke energetically and with verve, bursting with emotion. He thought that this kind of voice didn't suit her. He felt an unpleasant knot in his stomach at her words.

"Meaning?" He asked, looking at her intensely.

He didn't know what he needed this knowledge for. He wanted to mentally prepare himself for when the Gryffindor team would be challenge for him again. He heard her sigh softly.

"I really don't know. When I walk sometimes I get dizzy and suddenly feel weak. In that state I would just slide off the broomstick and be just a burden to the team." She said softly with a hint of regret and sadness, not looking at him but somewhere in front of her, lost in thought.

He swallowed softly, not knowing what to say. The thought that he might not play with her any more didn't pleased him. On the contrary, he felt a surprising kind of disappointment.

"They are no challenge without you." He grunted and pursed his lips, looking away quickly, embarrassed by the way it sounded.

He saw that she looked at him in surprise, he had even the impression that she blushed slightly at his words. She smiled warmly in the way she used to do before when it still annoyed him. Now the sight sent shivers down his cheeks.

"If I didn't know you, I'd take it as a compliment." She said softly, raising an eyebrow in amusement, her expression warm and happy as if she had suddenly come back to herself. He wondered how he hadn't noticed the amount of sympathy that she felt for him earlier.

He swallowed silently at her words, leaning back in his chair. There was an awkward silence between them. He got up after a while, feeling that this small conversation was beyond his social skills, taking his parchment and books in his hand.

He wanted to leave, but decided that it wasn't polite to do so without saying goodbye. He stood there, without looking at her, for some reason his heart was pounding like crazy. Solren sighed.

"You don't have to say anything. Thank you for letting me learn with you. Have a good night." She said calmly, lowering her gentle gaze back to her Potions textbook, a soft smile on her face.

He lowered his head, grunted loudly under his breath and left, feeling immensely embarrassed.

He went back to his domitory and lay down in his bed, tossing and turning, unable to sleep. For some reason talking to her unnerved him, but not in the usual way. He felt ashamed that even when he wanted to, he couldn't have a normal, pleasant conversation. He wondered why he had to be such a recluse.

The thought that Solren might never play a match again filled him with some kind of frustration. Every win against the Gryffindors when he fought her on the pitch brought him wild satisfaction, a sense of accomplishment. Only now, despite all his hatred for her did he admit to himself that he had always viewed her as an equal rival.

The next day, as usual, there would be a joint Potions class between Slytherins and Gryffindors. They stood in the dungeons of the castle, waiting for Professor Snape to come and open the door for them.

Aemond felt oddly energized and excited at the thought of seeing her again. His classmates would say something to him and he would grunt back at them, only half-listening as he looked down the hall.

After a while, he saw her walking with a girl from his year, a Slytherin, talking to her about something with amusement. Both seemed relaxed and content with the discussion, the rivalry between their houses was apparently no problem for them.

Now that he had shifted his perspective on her a bit, accepting the theory in his head that she wasn't lying or pretending after all, he had to appreciate the ease with which she made contact with people. Something that was traumatic for him, she seemed to have in her blood.

He had to admit that the famous "Gryffindor Pride" expressed itself differently in her than in other Gryffindors. Just like her colleagues, she was energetic, lively, proud of her house and achievements, but at the same time she appreciated the values and skills of other houses without rising above them.

He thought that his Quidditch teammates liked talking to her because they didn't feel like they had to fight her constantly for supremacy. She didn't mean to attack them, she just liked talking to them.

He flinched for some reason as their eyes met, and Solren suddenly stopped talking, as if she had lost the thread. She smiled warmly at him, and for some reason he felt a tightness in his chest that made him look away. He felt hot even though it was very cold in the dungeon itself.

After a moment, they heard Professor Snape's footsteps, his trailing, black robe flying in the air behind him as he headed aggressively towards them. Solren and the Slytherin made way for him, and after a while they were all entering the hall.

Solren took her usual seat in one of the first pews and Aemond took his usual seat with his best friend, Criston, in the back. They sat diagonally, and when he looked up a little to the left he saw the profile of her pleasant, fair face clearly.

What she feared had happened right after Snape checked for presence. His low, nasal growl echoed throughout the room as he read her name.

"Solren, I see that you've finally been released from the hospital wing. As you know, an injury during a Quidditch match does not exempt you from preparing for this class." He said indifferently, not even looking at her, shuffling the sheets of parchment lying on the table in front of him. Solren pursed her lips at his words, but no displeasure crossed her face.

"I know, Professor." She spoke softly and meekly.

Snape stood up, folding his arms in front of him, leaning his back against the back of the desk so that he was looking straight at her.

"What do we get, if we mix bat's ear, cyanide juice, pearl water, a scoop of Saint Maurice and pour oak juice over it?" He asked impassively, looking at her expectantly. Solren twisted in place, thinking hard.

"Decoction of Deep Sleep." She said suddenly as if she remembered something.

"That is?" He hummed low, deepening the subject. The girl blinked and cleared her throat.

"A decoction that, given a small amount, will put someone to sleep for several hours, and in large quantities will kill him because of the cyanide." She said after deep thought. Snape didn't give up.

"What does "small amount" mean? Please, be more specific in what you say, Miss Solren." He said impatiently. The girl seemed confused.

"I…should I put it in gallons?" She asked uncertainly, and Snape rolled his eyes, looking at her impatiently.

"No, in miles. Do you test my patience, Miss Solren?" He said low and ironically, several people laughed around. Solren pursed her lips to keep from laughing herself.

"N-no, of course not." She said warmly, lightly, lowering her lashes meekly, thinking.

Aemond saw Snape's expression soften and thought that this teacher would torture any other Gryffindor for a long time, making fun of his stupidity. In her case, Snape decided to let go, giving her a chance to correct her answer.

"One-sixth of a quarter." She said after a moment uncertainly. Snape raised an eyebrow.

"I can give you one-sixth quart of this brew, do you want to see if you will die or will you think logically?" He asked in only grunts, Solren pursed her lips, her cheeks red with shame. She looked down, thinking hard.

"One sixteen! It was one sixteen." She said suddenly, slapping her hand against the textbook. Snape looked at her indifferently.

"Please open to page 458." He said suddenly, turning away from her, tapping his wand on his textbook, the pages flew quickly to the page he told them to open. Aemond saw Solren, smiling from ear to ear, pull a textbook out of her bag, clearly pleased with herself.

He looked down, flipping through the pages of his book as he saw her start to look around the room. He thought that he should stop staring at her, but he felt like he was rediscovering her as a human being. As if she was suddenly a completely different person, even though her behavior was exactly the same as before.

After class, everyone left the room in a larger group. Solren stepped back, apparently forgetting something, and he turned after her. For some reason he wanted to stop, have a word with her, let her know in some way that he would never treat her as badly as before.

Although he didn't want to admit it, the remorse kept him up at night and he was tired of it. He stopped in the middle of the corridor and told his friends to go without him because he had forgotten something too.

They nearly collided at the entrance to the hall, Solren looked up at him, surprised, her eyes bright with joy. She greeted him, wanting to go past him, but for some reason he blocked her way with his hand, preventing her from passing. She gave him a surprised, questioning look.

"Wait. I wanted to talk to you." He choked out.

Solren nodded and smiled again, taking a step back, clutching her textbook to her chest, looking at him expectantly. No words came out of his mouth. He just stared at her. Her big, bright eyes.

"You don't have to do this, you know that?" She finally said, and he raised an eyebrow in surprise.

"I don't have to do what?" He asked more coldly than he would have liked. Solren looked at him with condescension mixed with tenderness.

"Feel remorse for me." She said softly.

He felt a lump in his throat at her words. He pursed his lips, still holding his hand in front of her, placed on the doorframe, leaning slightly towards her. He felt again that overpowering embarrassment that he had felt talking to her in the library. They were both silent for a moment, staring at each other.

"I can not help it." He finally squeezed out of himself, not knowing how else to put into words what he felt.

He saw how surprise and worry crossed her face, her mouth parted slightly as if she had not expected such words at all.

His gaze involuntarily dropped to her pleasantly moist, pink, full lips. He felt a pleasant warmth in his lower abdomen at the sight of them, and he had to force himself to look into her eyes again to concentrate.

Solren swallowed softly, apparently not knowing what to say despite her eloquence. She jumped in place as if she remembered something.

"I'm going back to training starting tomorrow." She said, smiling gently. "As usual, you are my inspiration to keep trying and fighting."

For some reason he felt a strong, painful tightness in his heart at her words. He thought that he didn't deserve her to look at him this way.

Perhaps he was so infuriated by her attitude towards him, because he knew that he wasn't as perfect as she thought he was. In essence, he was a broken, desperate, and tired man. He swallowed loudly.

"I'm glad." He spoke low and distant, his face stone, though his chest was heaving a little faster.

She smiled happily at his words, obviously very excited to finally be able to have any sort of normal conversation with him without his frustration. She bent down, passing nimbly under his arm, her pleasant scent of some floral shampoo filling his nose. She turned to him over her shoulder, smiling sweetly.

"See you on the pitch, my beloved rival."

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[echos-muses]

so… i did a thing. i like it. i personally feel it is very accurate.

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[sinsirellaxx]

1000+ Follower Special!

Hi everyone! x

First of all – thank you for all the love, interest and feedback!

I have been (still am) quite busy unfortunately and cannot update as regularly as I used to. In case someone noticed or is interested in the why: I finally started writing my Thesis – and let me tell you it is draining af and I am so incredibly slow. But I definitely started and I hope I can get into some sort of rhythm – which is hard, because I work 5 days a week and have a household to keep up with – oh, the perks of being an adult. 🫠 I also deal with otherwise emotionally draining stuff in my private life but oh well!

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[aphrodisiac-siren]

Hi! I just had to come here and let you know that I loved your Hogwarts AU! It was so cute and fluffy! Harry Potter was (and is) my first love when it comes to books and cinema, and seeing it "mixed" with the new things that I read and watch makes me so happy! Keep up with your amazing work 🖤

Aw that’s sweet <3 Harry Potter was one of my early favourites as well when it came to books and TV and it’ll always have a special place in my heart… glad u liked the AUs💗

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HUFFLEPUFF LUCERYS VELARYON

[hotdaesthetic]

Queens HOTD in the Harry Potter universe

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[misguidedasgardian]

The Lovely Hallows (III.I)

III. Teacher's pet

MASTERLIST

Summary: getting to know your professors is tricky, specially when someone else is better at it than you 

Pairings: Draco Malfoy x Fem!Reader (platonic), Aemond Targaryen x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Cursing, magical objects, Mugglephobia, magic! might miss some warnings 

Wordcount: 1,5 k

Notes: I’m very slow with this fic, but I really enjoy writing it. I have big plans for it, but for waaay into the future… when the kids are older, but I don’t want to back down now, so… I decided to write small chapters for the first years, a 1.000 words or so, of little snippets of the times reader and Aemond had crossed paths, until we can get to the really fun stuff… anyways, it’s me rambling, I always try to write 2.500 to 3.000 words for each chapters, so I don’t want you to worry when you see they are short… the longer chapters are coming later… ANYWAYS… ONE LAST THING! Reader has a secret father that we will discover later in the story, you might love it or hate it

You looked like… well… a child

You looked at every place, every detail of the castle with wonder, as your prefect led you to your first class… potions

“They say professor Snape is the meanest of all teachers”, you heard someone whisper, and you believed it to be true, even when you met him in the Malfoy Manor, he looked severe and mean

You took seat between Draco and Goyle, and soon, Snape burst into the room walking rapidly, using his wand to close all windows and the door behind him, his eyes found you in a second 

“There will be no foolish wand waving or silly incantations in this class. As such, I don't expect many of you to enjoy the subtle science and exact art that is potion making. However, for those select few…”, he looked at both of you, with a less severe look, “who possess the predisposition, I can teach you how to bewitch the mind and ensnare the senses. I can tell you how to bottle fame, brew glory and even put a stopper in death…”, he kept looking on to find Potter writing without paying attention to him, “then again, maybe some of you have come to Hogwarts in possession of abilities so formidable that you feel confident enough to not...pay...attention”, he stopped in front of him, only after his friend nudge him is that he looked up

“Mr. Potter. Our...new...celebrity. Tell me, what would I get if I added powdered root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood?”, he mumbled, but didn’t answer, “You don't know? Well, let's try again. Where, Mr. Potter, would you look if I asked you to find me a bezoar?”

“I don't know, Sir”, he answered shyly, and you were thankful that you weren't him because you couldn’t have answered either

“And what is the difference between Monkshood and Wolfbane?”

“I don't know, Sir”, Draco looked at you smugly, you smiled back

“Pity. Clearly, fame isn't everything, is it, Mr. Potter?”, he then turned to the other Slytherin in the classroom, “mayhaps you, Targaryen, could answer?”, your eyes found the white haired boy, just like Draco’s, and he smiled softly

“With powdered root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood you get a very powerful sleeping potion, you can find a bezoar in a goat’s belly, you should know that, because it will cure you for almost all poisons, and also… those are the same plant, also known as aconite”, You almost saw Snape smile

“Why are you not copying this?”, he asked everyone, you shared concerned looks with Draco and then started writing frantically in your  parchment

“5 points for Slytherin!”, Snape said, and even though Draco frowned, angry for he didn’t know the answers either, you smiled, relieved that he got it right instead of a Gryffindor

“And did you see him answering everything Snape asked? he had the professor practically drooling by the end”, apparently, Draco didn’t find it as endearing, now he was mocking your house mate, “anyone could have answered that, did you see that girl Granger raising her hand desperately?”, he continued his rambles as you walked to your next class, “pathetic really”

Then you went to McGonagall's class, Transfiguration, where she was going to teach you how to turn things from one thing to another, very impressive really. You were excited about all classes that require your wand and enchantments 

That Taragryen boy, again, sat in front of you, first line to the class, and was as cooperative as in Potions. You wondered why he didn’t end up in Ravenclaw if he was that smart, but you paid more attention to Gryffindor's head teacher.

But then… came the really exciting class

Flying lessons

With Professor Hooch that had the most extraordinary eyes 

You had this class with the Gryffindors, which you didn’t particularly liked, Harry was standing right in front of you, and even though he had said nothing to you, you were a bit angry for him rejecting Draco’s invitation, as grass as it was.

You looked down at the broom, the training broom that had been provided by the school for the first years, you couldn’t wait to get the nimbus 200 as soon as this school year ended 

“Good afternoon, class”, Professor Hooch greeted

“Good afternoon, Madam Hooch”, you all answered in a chorus

“Welcome to your first flying lesson. Well, what are you waiting for? Everyone step up to the left side of their broomstick. Come on now, hurry up. Stick your right hand over the broom and say, Up!”,s trite to business, you liked that, you raised your hand over the broom and commanded it, and immediately, she flew to your hand, the very first try. You cheered excitedly as the chorus of voices repeated the word 

“Up!”, Draco demanded and his broomstick also obliged, your friend smiled smugly 

“With feeling!”, demand the teacher, as many haven’t been able to succeed on the first lesson, you looked up to the exact moment the broom went up and hit Aemond Targaryen in the face, you hissed, sympathizing with his pain but Draco deadass laughed 

“Now, once you've got hold of your broom, I want you to mount it. And grip it tight, you don't want to be sliding off the end”, you did as she told you to, this was a very exciting moment for you, you had never been able to do this before 

“When I blow my whistle, I want each of you to kick off from the ground, hard. Keep your broom steady, hover for a moment, and then lean forward slightly and touch back down. On my whistle...3...2…”, you shared excited looks with Draco before doing exactly what Professor Hooch instructed, which you did perfectly 

But your classmate, Longbottom took off from the ground

“Mr. Longbottom”, called the teacher, clearly scared

“Neville!, what are you doing?”, called one of his classmates

“Neville...Neville… we're not supposed to take off, yet”, But he was raising to the skies in a incredible speed, he screamed bloody murder, scared for his life

“Mr. Longbottom! Down! Down!”, demanded Hooch

“Ahhhh!”, he only managed to scream. Even Potter screamed for his friend but he couldn’t command his broom, flying randomly over your heads 

“Help!”, he cried and you felt scared for him

“Come back down this instant!”, but to no avail, he soars through the sky and hits a wall, conking along it and then swooping off. All the while, he is screaming

He flied until he crashed into a statue in the top of the building adjacent to the field, luckily his cloak got trapped in the sword, which prevented him from flying, but then he fell to the ground in a grunt of pain

You all ran to him to make sure he was alright, of course the professor got to him first. He was whining and whimpering, that was a tall fall 

“Is he alright?”

“Oh, oh, oh, oh dear. It's a broken wrist! Tch, tch, tch. Good boy, come on now, up you get”, Meanwhile, Draco by your side leaned in and grabbed Neville’s Remembrall front he grass 

“Everyone's to keep their feet firmly on the ground while I take Mr. Longbottom to the hospital wing. Understand? If I see a single broom in the air, the one riding it will find themselves out of Hogwarts before they can say, Quidditch”, demanded Professor Hooch as she lead Neville out of the field

“Did you see his face? Maybe if the fat lump had given this a squeeze, he'd have remembered to fall on his fat ass”, he said loudly for everyone to hear

“Give it here, Malfoy”, demanded Harry when he realized what he was holding 

“No. I think I'll leave it somewhere for Longbottom to find”, he got on his broom, like he had many times before in his house, “How 'bout up on the roof?”, he flied higher with incredible mastery, showing all of you the glass ball on his hand, you felt proud, the first tie you got in his father’s old brooms had been tricky 

“What's the matter, Potter? Bit beyond your reach?”, he mocked. Harry grabs his broom and runs to get on it. But his friend Hermione stops him

“Harry, no! You heard what Madam Hooch said! Besides, you don't even know how to fly”, but he doesn’t hear her, instead he flies as high as Draco

“Give it here, Malfoy, or I'll knock you off your broom!”

“Is that so?”, he teased back, making tricks in the air, “Have it your way, then!”, he throws the ball far, and Harry swoops in quickly to grab it, almost crashing against a building 

Draco comes back to the floor next to you, and you giggled excitedly, the positions in Quidditch were as much as yours for next year 

But Harry’s catch… that was impressive too, all your classmates cheer him on and run to meet him when he comes down from the skies, and you only turn to see Aemond roll his eyes 

Then Professor McGonagall appeared, making all of you takes steps back away from Potter 

“Harry Potter? Follow me”, he was in trouble, Draco, Goyle and Crabbe laughed loudly, he was going to get spelled!

Again, I repeat, I'll be tapping out of th movie's transcripts for help continuesly on the next few chapters, but on more Slytherin's side of things... and I want to go fast to get to the really good part, and let me just say that I have big plans

I will indulge... reader will be THAT GIRL like that reader that is super cool and is everywhere, this will be one of my guilty fics, she will be so badass, and I know how it will end

like I said, she has a secret father that I wasn't sure to write BUT, now its the heart of the story, you might love it or hate it but... I hope i CAN MAKE IT MAKE SENSE!

MUAHAHA anyways... sorry I got more notes than chapter on this one, but again, they are babies

taglist! @dreamingofyourmoons @aelora-a @fan-goddess @alitaar @winter-soldier-101

took the liberty of adding some who showed interest on this story!

[cyeco13]

Who is your Michael Gavy?

Saltburn is coming soon and i cant wait for the fics this character will spawn 🥵💯💕

[electronicgrowth]

BRB just thinking about how most platinum haired men in media are pathetic little babygirls (vaguely homicidal, unhinged grown men) who only wear black and have an association with the color green.

[flowerandblood]

Green Snake, Red Lion (4)

[Slytherin • Aemond x Gryffindor • female]

[warnings: kissing, fluff, sexual tension]

[description: Aemond is a Chaser and captain of the Slytherin team. His biggest rival on the pitch from the Gryffindor team, turned to be his biggest fan, and he hates her with all of his heart. His hatred towards her slowly turns into something else, when she one day stands up for his sister, Helaena. This is slow burn love story.]

* English is not my first language. Please, do not repost. Enjoy! *

Previous and next chapters: Masterlist

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Aemond thought, as he walked out into the courtyard with her, that he had to pull himself together. He thought that if he just pounced on her and started messing with her dress he'd only scare her. He already treated her badly, and he didn't want her to think that he didn't respect her in that area as well.

They went out in silence, stopping by the cloisters, night around them. Solren looked at him and smiled warmly, worried.

"Are you feeling better? It's awfully stuffy in there." She said as she turned towards the entrance from which the music was still pounding.

Aemond watched as droplets of sweat glistened on her skin like tiny diamonds in the moonlight, shining, some of her strands stuck to her face, her cheeks and lips red and swollen with exertion.

He felt his manhood throbbing in his pants again and cursed mentally, squeezed his eye shut, turned his head away.

He realized after a moment that he hadn't responded to her words, and an awkward silence fell between them. He looked at her and met the warm gaze of her large eyes, looking at him with tenderness that made his heart clench.

He thought that it was unbearable.

"Why are you doing this?" He asked the question faster than he could think, speaking low, his voice quivering slightly as if he were impatient.

She blinked in surprise as if she didn't understand his question, playing with her fingers. She swallowed softly, looking down at her hands. This time she didn't answer for a long moment.

"If you want me to stop, just say so." She finally whispered softly.

He felt his throat tighten at the depressed, sad tone of her voice. He thought that he made her think that he despised her, and only started talking to her because he felt sorry for her after her accident. He didn't know what to say so he didn't say anything.

He froze when he saw her start crying. She didn't make a sound, she just started shaking, tears streaming down her cheeks, her lips pressed together so hard as if she wanted to stop, but she couldn't.

He opened his mouth, staring blankly at the scene, completely unnerved. He didn't understand why she was crying, what he had done to make her suddenly like this. It completely shut him up.

She wanted to turn around and walk back to the hall, embarrassed that she had started making a scene of drama in front of him, but he grabbed her arm, surprised by his own, unexpected gesture.

She stared at him with wide eyes, her breath caught in her chest as she looked at him over her shoulder. He wanted to comfort her but he couldn't. He couldn't utter any meaningful words of consolation or apology.

He thought that if she only wanted to he would show it to her differently. His heart began to pound at the thought.

He leaned over her slightly, watching her reaction. She didn't move away an inch, looking at him with incomprehension on her face, sniffling, tears flowing spontaneously down her face.

He hesitantly raised his large hand and cupped her cheek, soft, warm and wet with her tears. He felt a shiver run through her, her eyes wide in shock and horror.

His thumb began to slowly and unhurriedly stroke her skin, making a powerful shiver run through her. He felt their breathing quicken, her mouth parted in disbelief, her body tremble at his touch. For some reason the thought of him having such an effect on her only made his desire stronger. He stared at her, unable to look away from her face, hypnotized.

He leaned over her, letting go of her arm, taking her other cheek in his free hand, pressing his forehead against hers. They were so close that he could feel her warm, ragged breath, the tips of their noses touching. Her trembling hand rose, her warm fingers brushing over the scarred skin of his cheek.

There was something wonderfully tender, he thought, in that wordless moment, in the sweet scent of flowers in his nose, in her unforced closeness. He decided with some relief that maybe he didn't have to say anything.

That he could just show her how he felt.

He leaned over her, drawing her face closed in his hands to him, their soft lips intertwined in wet, innocent, light kiss. They both looked at each other, pulling back a few millimeters, his thumbs stroking steadily over her skin, feeling her tremble, wanting to soothe her, to assure her that he wouldn't hurt her.

"It's okay." He whispered low, leaning over her again, his lips brushing hers encouragingly, gently, as if he was afraid that any more sudden movement or caress would make her startle and run away.

He felt them both shiver, his heart pounding. His breath caught in his throat, feeling her soft, swollen lips part sweetly, invitingly. Unable to help himself, he sucked them gently and pressed against their fleshy structure with a sticky, loud click, feeling the unbearable pressure in his pants every time her fingers traced his cheek again.

They broke apart suddenly, startled, as they heard footsteps and laughter, both of them breathing fast and loud.

After a while they saw the already slightly drunk Aegon with his chosen one in the corridor, who were obviously looking for a secluded place to perform a private, intimate act. Aegon, seeing them, laughed out loud.

"I think it's busy here, let's move on." He said, grabbing his girlfriend's hand and she only giggled as they passed them.

There was an awkward silence between them as they disappeared, his hands clenched into fists. He swallowed hard, feeling his throat go dry. Even if he wanted to, he wouldn't be able to get anything out of his mouth.

Solren also swallowed loudly, apparently as shocked as he was by what had happened between them. He shivered when he heard her warm, slightly trembling voice.

"I should go back to Helaena, I don't want to leave her alone for so long." She said softly, trying to sound light.

Aemond nodded and grunted lowly to indicate that he agreed with her. He only looked at her, as she moved forward back into the hall.

He ran a hand over his face, wondering what the fuck he was doing. All he could hear in his head was the thumping of his own heart.

He returned to the dormitory feeling that he couldn't bear to look at her. For the first time in a long time he had to relieve himself with his hand, because he couldn't take the strain anymore.

He massaged himself intensely, panting into the pillow, thinking of her sweet lips. About how tenderly, timidly she kissed him back, about her hand on his cheek and he was getting closer and closer to his fulfillment.

He imagined himself, fucking her from behind, hearing her helpless moans, his hands tightening on her soft, hot hips. He came hard, moaning low as he felt a wave of wonderful, blissful relief.

He dried himself on a handkerchief, zipped up his pants, and buried himself in his quilt, falling asleep almost instantly.

The next day he woke up terrified. He had no idea what to make of what had happened between them. He didn't know if he should explain it to her or pretend that nothing had happened.

He saw her from a distance in the Great Hall at breakfast eating toast. Their eyes met as soon as he walked in, and she immediately looked down, embarrassed and red, swallowing the piece that she had just taken into her mouth with great difficulty.

He pursed his lips at the sight and turned his face away as he walked to his friends. He sat down on the bench and looked at Aegon, all pale and with bruises under his eyes. It was obvious that he was suffering today for all the joys, including the alcohol ones that he had known the day before.

"I hope that you will be able to participate in training today." Aemond blurted out coolly, helping himself to a bit of salad, feeling that he couldn't swallow anything heavy. Aegon rolled his eyes at his remark, sighing loudly.

"Leave me alone, man. You're always whining." He mumbled as he slowly ate his cereal with milk.

He stopped after a while, deciding that he must go vomit after all, and stood quickly, leaving the room, heading for the bathroom. Aemond sighed, thinking in his head that his brother was just a moron.

He involuntarily looked at Solren, and when he saw that their eyes met again he immediately turned away, as if he had been caught red-handed. His heart started pounding again. He figured that he'd just focus on eating that fucking salad and go to class.

A two-week Christmas break was approaching for which he and his siblings were returning home. He knew that Solren wasn't staying at Hogwarts either.

He knew that she and Helaena had arranged to send each other owls and stay in constant contact. He thought that the break might do him some good. He will have time to think about what he was doing, because he felt as if he had completely lost control of his reality.

As they waited in great groups on the platform for the train that would take them to London, he saw out of the corner of his eye, standing with Aegon and Helaena that Solren was pushing towards them, apparently wanting to say goodbye to their sister.

They threw themselves into each other's arms and hugged each other tightly, assuring themselves that they would keep in touch throughout the period of separation. Aegon sighed heavily as he looked at the scene.

“What lovebirds you are. It's only two weeks!" He said, shaking his head but they didn't seem to be listening.

The Gryffindor finally let go of their sister and looked uncertainly at them, apparently also wanting to say something to them as they left.

"I wish you a Happy Christmas. Rest and see you in two weeks." She spoke lightly and softly, her gaze at the end of the sentence shifting towards him.

Aemond's heart tightened at her words.

He thought that he wanted to kiss her again.

He didn't do or say anything, just nodded. Aegon smiled nonchalantly at her, closing one eye, blinded by the sun.

"We wish you all the best too."

The train finally arrived and everyone got on. Aemond, Helaena, and Aegon sat together, not wanting the company of others. Aemond sat down in his seat and thought, feeling uneasy for some reason.

Aegon was talking loudly about something that annoyed him, probably the big History of Magic paper that their professor had given them over the holidays, but Aemond wasn't listening. He got up suddenly, opening the door of their compartment, saying that he would be right back.

He walked through the train, and out of the corner of his eye saw Solren sitting in an empty compartment, alone, reading a book, her head against the wall.

He wanted to pull her out and talk to her but he thought that this would be even better. He stepped inside and she gave him a startled look, immediately turning red.

She stood up quickly when she saw that he had closed the door behind him and had drawn the curtains over the windows, so that no one could see what was going on inside.

They both looked at each other wordlessly, obviously equally shocked by what had happened between them and the fact that he was standing in front of her again, without knowing why - or that was what he was trying to tell himself.

He swallowed hard, looking at her. He decided that he didn't give a shit about explanations, forced descriptions of his feelings and thoughts that were just one big mess in his head.

He came over to her, grabbing her hair and bited her lips greedily, silencing her startled, high-pitched squeal. He devoured her mouth with his, sucking them hungrily, panting heavily, no longer lying to himself - he'd been thinking about it for days.

From that evening.

Solren, shocked, simply took what he was giving her, breathing loudly with him, brushing his lips tenderly, stroking his cheek, adding a touch of tenderness to this aggressive act that drove him insane.

He thought, delighted by the sensation between one sticky, long kiss and the next, that Cregan Stark wasn't made for her, but he was.

He, her rival, her undeserved authority, her wordless, antisocial acquaintance that she had chosen from the beginning.

He pulled away from her, pressing his forehead against hers, breathing heavily, looking at her with hazy, black eye.

"Write to me every day."

It happened exactly as he said. His family didn't know it, but every evening a little owl would knock on his window with a note. In one of the first messages Solren had written to him that it was her mother's owl, very well trained for the conditions of transmitting secret correspondence, which was the one they exchanged.

Neither of them wanted what was going on between them to be known. Mainly because it would be a sensation, but also because they didn't know what to call it themselves.

Their letters were quite short and painfully ordinary. Gryffindor wrote him about her day, sometimes including some funny, enchanted illustration of hers, which moved like a looped animation. He always read her messages before bed and then wrote back, making it a daily ritual in secret from the whole family.

Usually he wrote back to her in only a few sentences, describing his day rather dryly and briefly, but he decided that in front of her he had no intention of pretending to be someone that he was not.

Keeping in touch with her somehow calmed him down. He thought that if he hadn't talked to her for two weeks he'd have gone crazy, thinking about what had happened between them.

Neither of them wrote about it, nor did they mention it in their letters but they both knew that something was going on between them. A slow, warm feeling flooded his heart at the thought of her wet lips, her soft hands, her breath, her scent.

After Christmas the time to return to Hogwarts was slowly approaching, which was to take place in two days. Aemond was thrilled to see her again, to play against her in a match again, to kiss her again. He knew he'd do it. He had no illusions after touching himself almost every day, thinking of her.

As they ate dinner together as a family, Helaena asked her parents if it would be a problem if Solren came to visit them tomorrow and traveled with them from London to Kings Cross Station.

She said that Solren lived in a city very far from London and would have to drive many hours to the station, getting up early at night. Aemond almost choked on the juice that he was drinking when she said that, looking at her shocked. Their father nodded, seeing no obstacles.

That evening Aemond waited tensely for an owl from her. He felt chills and sweat on the back of his neck at the thought that tomorrow she might come and spend the night at his house.

He felt a tightness in his pants at the thought. For some reason being apart of her made him feel like he was going to pounce on her as soon as he saw her. He didn't recognize himself.

Usually it was women who competed for his attention, to make him want them. Now he had to hold back his animal instincts that were suppressing his common sense.

He shuddered and got up quickly from the bed when he saw that a small, black owl had tapped its beak against the glass of his window. He opened it, took the animal in his hand and took a small note from its beak. He opened it quickly and saw only one sentence on it, which made his heart beat faster.

"See you tomorrow!" _____

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