I Dont Even Like Daddy Kink Stuff But For Jack Abbot I Might Throw Out A Dad. Just For Fun.

SAY YES TO HEAVEN pt. 4

18+

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Slowly you and Art fell back into your old routine. Sitting beside you in seminars, studying at your dorm, going to the movies. But only this time it was different. Holding hands was new. Art was addicted to holding your hand. The way your fingers fit so perfectly against his, like you were made from him. Sometimes he’d glance down at your fingers, thumb drawing over your knuckles. Your hands were always cold but it didn’t bother him, since Art ran hot.

Kissing was new as well. It didn’t matter if he picked you up from your dorm, or followed you into the toilet during class, Art couldn’t get enough of you. If he could, he’d climb inside you and embed himself into the marrow of your bone. He was an addict. Nibbling at your neck when you tried to finish your homework. An insatiable little thing that couldn’t believe his luck.

“Art,” you’d chuckle, softly nudging him away so you could finish writing your essay.

“Miss you,” he’d say, lips trailing down to your collarbone. You sighted softly, it didn’t take much for Art to convince you. You’d shove the papers away, spreading your legs for him to settle between your thighs. It had been going like this for weeks. Sometimes Art would cry after and you’d have to soothe him until he fell asleep. Other times he grew cold, distant. But you were patient. You couldn’t imagine how he felt, with his mind at war between his devotion and you. But you didn’t want him to suffer.

Art still wouldn’t let you touch him. Kissing was fine, your hands tugging at his curls or winding around his neck. But the moment your cold fingertips slipped under his shirt, he’d shake his head, gently pushing your hands away. You were surprised how much it bothered you. Usually the guys you were with mostly let you do your thing. They were with you because of their pleasure not yours. They barely made sure you’d finish after, so it felt weird, having Art go down on you but wanting nothing in return.

Sometimes you’d catch him adjusting himself with flushed cheeks, a wet patch growing quickly against the fabric of his boxers. It was frustrating. You wanted to touch him and you wanted to make him feel good. You wondered if it had to do with his beliefs. That he didn’t want to indulge his pleasure.

Art was tired. He was achy and frustrated. He was needy. Humping his bed until he came with your name on his lips was not enough at this point. But he didn’t allow to touch himself. He would be good. Well, as good as he could be. He tried not to imagine how the both of you could be doing other things. Emphasis on tried. His imagination wasn’t as loud and clear as most of the guys (Having never watched porn before) and he’d rather have it stay that way. Until some guys approached him after class.

Chad, one of the tennis guys, wound an arm around Art’s shoulders as if they had been friends for ages. Four other guys surrounded them, walking all in sync along the campus.

“Well, Artie, now that you managed to bag the jackpot you have to tell us,” the guys all had shit eating grins on their faces, waiting greedily for a crumb of information.

“Tell you what?” Art asked, confused. He didn’t really mind them talking to him, his thoughts were elsewhere already. He’d come over to your dorm that night and he knew he’d have to take care of his aching groin before seeing you, it was embarrassing how quick he spilled every time he heard those sinful sounds spill past your plump lips.

“Is she as good as some guys say?” One of the guys nudged Art playfully but Art only blinked at them all. He was feeling strangely left out. The group stopped surprised at the clueless look on his face.

“You must at least gotten to third base, with a girl like her,” a brunette snickers, his friend chiming in, “yeah, wouldn’t be surprised if she’d let you pound after a week.”

Art frowned. He had no clue what they were talking about but by their dirty grins and lustful gazes he shrugged Chads arm off his shoulder, stopping abruptly.

“Third base?” He asked.

“Yeah you know,” Chad made an obscene gesture with his hand, moving his tongue against his cheek in sync. Art flushed furiously before hot anger flared inside him.

“That is private.”

The guys laughed in unison. “Nothing is private with her. If you’re that easy, you’re obliged to give people a show.”

Art’s skin crawled at his grating voice. He usually wasn’t one to get riled up quickly. He was the one to turn his other cheek when someone hit. But you were changing him in some way, he didn’t know if he liked he change. The only thing he knew, was that these guys were talking about you with distasteful smirks, dropping comments and making obscene gesture.

They didn’t see it coming as much as he didn’t. His fist flew out and landed. Bulls eye.

*

“Love, you need to be more careful,” you murmured as you held the frozen pea’s bag against Art’s bloody knuckles. He sighed, eyes puffy and red, cheeks tear stained.

“Was all my fault,” he murmured, head hanging low. You didn’t ask him exactly what had happened. You only heard some loud shouts as you were leaving the lecture hall, on accident coming across Art, decking Chad in the face. Blood streamed over his lips as he cried out and you were quickly at Art’s side, eyes widened in surprise.

You convinced him to join you early at your dorm, taking care of his split knuckles. You leaned down, kissing the split skin of his as silent sobs left his lips.

“I should’ve been better than this,” he whispered, head in your lap.

“Art, you’re only human.” Your hands softly weaved through his curls. “You hit him once you won’t do it again.”

He shook his head, squeezing his eyes shut. That’s not what Art meant. It wasn’t the fact that his hand was throbbing. He deserved the pain. He deserved to suffer. But it was his thoughts that had been torturing him the most. Whatever the guys had suggested Art was disgusted by them. For them. But he wasn’t any better.

“How can I make you feel better, baby?”

Oh those words.

Art looked up from your lap, all teary eyed. He crawled onto the bed, lips meeting yours desperately. Art needed you to make the pain go away, to soothe the ache inside him. His tongue slipped past your lips, tasting of salty tears and clear devotion. His hands found your hips, bruising your skin with the force he was exerting. You shivered slightly at the change in his movements.

Art was always slow. Determined yes, but he was also careful and took his time to make you feel good. This time he was hurried, his mind wasn’t in on it and when you noticed, you pushed him back by his shoulders.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” You asked, eyes wide in worry. How perfect you were. Worrying about him even though he didn’t deserve one bit of it.

He reached up to kiss you again but you pulled away, making him whine.

“I don’t want you to use me to drown out whatever you’re feeling right now, Art. That’s not what I’m here for.” There was hurt underlying in your voice.

Art flushed in a hurry. “I would never do that. Never.”

He kissed your cheek devotedly. “You’re everything to me. I just want to be close to you.”

You shivered, his words spreading over your soul like warm honey. You leaned down, capturing his lips again, tongues swiping wetly against each other. Your nails trailed down his stomach, stopping at the hem of his shirt.

Art was too fast, kissing too clumsily, tongue and spit mixing with yours before he leaned back breathlessly. He stared up at you like you were his god, thumb finding your bottom lip. Curiosity reflected in his eyes, pupils dilated.

He exerted small pressure and you parted your lips on instinct, letting him gently push his thumb in your hot mouth. Your lip gloss was all smudged, down your chin, glittering softly.

Art watched your lips entranced and a soft groan left his lips when you sucked the pad of his thumb.

“Ohh—mmh god,” he whispered and you slowly started to bob your head a few times. Arts lips parted pretty and flushed, making you smirk lightly.

You let his thumb go with a pop, eyes catching the bulge in his jeans. “Is that what’s having you all stressed?” You tilted your head at him and he flushed nodding shyly.

“You want me to do it?” You asked. “Give you head?”

Art didn’t know what to say. He knew it was wrong. He had tried to think his way around it, to somehow come up with a solution. But there wasn’t one. He had to decide between you and his beliefs. And right now the pulsing in his pants was obviously choosing you.

“I d-don’t,” he huffs, “I haven’t—“

“Art,” you chuckled softly, stroking his cheek gently. “We’ll try, if you feel uncomfortable at any point you tell me and I stop.”

“I won’t feel uncomfortable—“

“Art,” you interrupted him. Grabbing his chin you made sure that he was listening intently. “No matter what, no matter with who, you say stop the other person stops. If something with me doesn’t feel good you tell me or else this isn’t going to work.”

“Uh-huh,” he nodded quickly. Anything for you. Good. You pulled him to sit on the bed, leaning against the headboard.

His head was crimson, fingers fidgeting as impeding dread filled his chest. Your hands slowly unbuckled his jeans.

“You want them on or off?” You asked gently, hand stroking his thigh.

“O-off,” he stuttered. His hand went up to clutch the cross dangling from his neck. Once the jeans were off you looked down at his cock. It was already fully hard, no need to go easy on him. Still, you only started to stroke him over the fabric softly.

“W-wait,” Art stuttered and you stopped immediately. You looked up at him, waiting as he undid his necklace and leaned over to put it on your nightstand. The gold glinted in the dim light of the rum, metal hitting the wood with a dull thud.

Something shifted then and you turned to look at Art. He was shaking slightly, a determined look on his face as he slowly nodded. You kissed his left knee, then the right one, hand still moving slowly over his erection.

Art whined, his hips moving upward into your hand, cheeks flushed. “Y-you need to start or I’ll-ahh,” he quickly pushed your hand away before he could spill in his boxers again.

An embarrassed smile made way on his lips and you chuckled. “All right, I’ll stop teasing.”

Your hand wandered inside his boxers, fingers wrapping around his hard cock and pulling it out. Your breath hitched at the look of the sensitive skin, the tip all wet. “Damn,” you huffed. “You’re wet like a girl.”

“Stop,” he whined and hid his face in his hands. You smiled sweetly, pressing an apologetic kiss to his tip. His eyes flew open as he quickly looked down at you. Your tongue licked a stripe up the length of him, salt hitting your taste buds.

“Ohh,” the sensation was so strange to Art. He tried to keep watching as you kissed him bottom to top, tongue darting out and pushing into his slit. His hips arched off the bed again as he whimpered softly, his cock slipping past your grip and sliding against your cheek.

Arts eyes widened. “Sorry.”

You giggled slightly, hand moving up and down his shaft. And finally your lips parted around his tip. It took everything in Art not to buck up his hips, his hands fisting the bedsheets as you slowly lowered your head.

You stayed down for a moment, letting him adjust to the warm feeling of your mouth around him. Art breathed through his nose, trying everything to not spill down your throat at that moment.

When his heart slowed enough you started to move. Your head bobbed slowly and if he weren’t so needy he’d be astonished by the way you could fit all of him down your throat.

The tight, hot inside of your throat kept working him, humming softly as your tongue swiped over his tip repeatedly.

“Oh—ohh fuckk,” he moaned, the tightness in his body rising rapidly. His hips slowly started to thrust, hands still fisting the mattress beneath him as he watched you.

“You’re so beautiful,” he mumbled one hand finding your cheek. Oh. Wrong move. He could feel his cock from the outside and he started to blubber incoherently.

“You feel so good, baby, uhh—fuck. Never want to leave your hot mouth,” he moaned. “‘M never gonna want anyone else. You’re—god—you’re it for me.”

You hummed appreciatively and when your fingers found his balls it was too much. There was no way he could hold back.

“Oh no don’t do that—I’m gonna—argh,” his hips bucked up quickly, making you gag but you knew well enough to stay where you were as Art’s hot seed spilled into your mouth. It was so much it started to spill past your lips and down his cock, even though you tried to swallow as much as you could.

It took him a full minute to calm his breathing as you slowly slipped his softening cock out of your mouth.

Art’s lids cracked open, his hand still stroking your cheek lovingly.

“How’d it feel?” You asked with a cheeky smile. Art couldn’t answer, only shaking his head repeatedly. How could he ever get enough of you? How would he be able to hold himself back after this?

His eyes met yours and he relished the moment, not worrying about his guilt. He could feel bad later, he would feel bad later.

His thumb slowly drew over your lips, pushing the spilled cum back into your mouth. You pressed a soft kiss against the palm of his hand.

“I want you to meet my nan,” he suddenly blurted and you looked at him wide eyed.

“What?”

“You need to meet my nan, she has to know my girl,” he said. Your heart thrummed and thrilled at his words and you crawled upwards into his lap.

“I can’t believe you just told me to meet your nan after you pushed your cum into my mouth.”

Art flushed furiously before you both broke out into laughter. You pressed a chaste kiss against his lips. Arts eyes widened at the salty taste of himself and you giggled again.

“I’d love to meet her, Art.”

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the sounds art makes while playing tennis are actually OBSCENE

Mans was born to be a girl dad

When I was your age, I'd get angry all the time… you know?  Kids thought it was funny, so they'd steal my things and push me around.  I was kind of small.  So I'd get angry and… and hit somebody.  Teachers would get mad.  You know, they never saw what the other kids did.  Everybody thought I was… terrible, even Smurf.  I guess maybe I was pretty awful.  The only person that was nice to me was my sister.  Your dad was the second.  And then your mom.  I promised them I was gonna take care of you and I'm gonna do that, okay?

POPE & LENA Animal Kingdom (2016-2022)

yes. yes, he is.

stolen kiss between classes

pairing: harry james potter x fem!reader

warnings: fluff, teasing, drabble

a/n: english is not my native language so sorry if there are any mistakes.

You were walking to your next lesson when a warm hand suddenly grabbed yours, pulling you into a quiet alcove just off the corridor.

Before you could even process what was happening, you found yourself face-to-face with Harry Potter.

“Harry!” you hissed, heart racing. “I’m going to be late!”

“So am I,” he whispered, not looking the least bit concerned.

You narrowed your eyes. “Then what exactly are we—”

Before you could finish, Harry leaned down and pressed a quick, soft kiss to your lips. Your thoughts immediately short-circuited. It was so sweet, and completely unfair.

By the time you processed what had just happened, he was already grinning like an idiot.

“There,” he said casually, as if he hadn’t just stolen the breath from your lungs. “Now you can go to class.”

You stared at him, still stunned, flustered, and definitely blushing.

“You planned that,” you accused, poking his chest.

Harry only shrugged, looking very pleased with himself. “I saw an opportunity.”

“You ambushed me!”

“Technically, yes.”

You huffed, trying to glare at him, but your lips were already betraying you with a smile. “You’re impossible, Potter.”

Harry grinned, leaning in just enough that his nose brushed against yours.

“You love it,” he murmured. And he was absolutely right.

Before you could retaliate, the distant sound of a professor clearing their throat snapped you back to reality.

Your eyes widened. “I have to go.”

Harry smirked. “See you later, love.”

You quickly turned away, trying to walk as if your knees weren’t made of jelly.

Harry Potter was going to be the death of you.

Pretty Boy

Harry Potter x fem!reader

WC: 563

CW: mentions of the Dursleys being neglectful; FLUFF

Summary: You love to make your boyfriend embarassed

Day 21 of mk's mad dash

Sadly, your boyfriend grew up without any affection from his family. So, it was no surprise that any affection he was shown was foreign to him. And, in some cases, maybe even a little embarrassing. You remembered the early days of your relationship- how even a peck on his cheek or a hug would make him blush furiously. With time, of course, he became more comfortable in your affection and even initiated it himself. Still, occasionally, you were able to bring back out his shy side, intentionally or not. 

In this instance, you were very intentional about trying to make your boyfriend blush. After he’d called you pretty girl a few weeks ago and left you a flustered mess, you were determined to get revenge. 

You decided to act completely unassuming, only throwing the term of endearment back in his face when he was most vulnerable and sweet in your arms. 

After a long Friday of classes, you brought Harry back to your dorm to cuddle and relax, simply enjoying one another’s presence. You snuck some food from the kitchens that now left you both feeling stuffed and satisfied. In your current position you were laying sprawled out, back on the bed and Harry nearly entirely on top of you.

In your post-dinner bliss, you two had gone mostly silent, reveling in each other’s company and touch. You absentmindedly ran your fingers through Harry’s wild black hair, pursuing a pointless mission of trying to untangle his curls. 

Your boyfriend’s face was buried in your neck, occasionally pressing gentle kisses to your skin when the urge presented itself. 

When your fingers made their way to the nape of his neck, Harry hummed softly against you.

“Feel good, Haz?”

“Yeah, baby. So good. Love when you play with my hair,” he sighed.

You pressed a kiss to the crown of his head, “Good. You deserve to be spoiled, you know.”

“Why? ‘Cos my parents are dead?” he mumbled.

To those who didn’t know your boyfriend, this type of comment would’ve left them floored. But for you, who was used to his dark humor, you only laughed disbelievingly, squeezing his arm chidingly, “Harry!”

“Well?”

You pressed another fond kiss against his skin, this time to his cheek, “You deserve to be spoiled because I love you and because you’re a sweet boy.”

Then more quietly you whispered, “my sweet boy.”

Harry raised his head from its home in your neck and pecked your lips lovingly, “love you, baby.”

You knew that now was the time to strike. 

“I love you too, my pretty boy.”

Your boyfriend’s face went from loving to embarrassed in seconds, his brown skin coloring red. 

He whined and buried his face back in your neck.

“What’s wrong my love,” you asked teasingly.

“You know what’s wrong,” he grumbled, “you did it on purpose.”

“Did what on purpose?”

Harry looked back up at you, the most adorable pout gracing his lips, “You called me…. pretty boy…. just to make me embarrassed.”

“I said what I meant,” you answered honestly, “though the teasing was a benefit.”

Your boyfriend continued to pout at you, “I hate you.”

“You love me,” you reminded him, “Otherwise you wouldn’t feel so embarrassed right now.”

“Fine,” he huffed, rolling his eyes, “Whatever you say, pretty girl.”

And damn him, because now you were the one left a blushing mess.

𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐤𝐞𝐩𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭: 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐣 𝐩𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 part 1

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐬𝐧𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐟𝐞𝐰 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐛𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭, 𝐟𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐨𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐰 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐮𝐩 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐨𝐨 𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐚𝐭 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭- 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐚𝐝𝐥𝐲 𝐢𝐧𝐣𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐝... 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞? 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐮𝐧𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐬, 𝐜𝐮𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐌𝐀𝐉𝐎𝐑 𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐫𝐬, 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐩𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫 (𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐜) / 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐨𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐭 𝐱 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫 (𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐜) 𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦: 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐩𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐚𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐨𝐰𝐧 <𝟑

𝐈𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐘𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 charlotte loved more than anything it was brilliant adventure and mystery and that is what charlotte carter, a sixth-year gryffindor student was up to right now. during potions class earlier in the day, she had heard her close friend theodore nott talking with some of his slytherin peers about meeting up in the forbidden forest after curfew that night, and when he hadn't said anything about it to her, she became curious. obviously, charlotte knew about theodore and his family, his father was one of lord voldemort's most valued followers, and when she got to know the boy it made her realise that he had grown up to be nothing like his father- or so she thought. after her dear friend cedric diggory had been killed she had theodore had befriended one another during their defense against the dark arts class, as they sat next to one another for the majority of the term.

charlotte looked around her dormitory to see that the other four girls were fast asleep, the girl was still dressed in her school uniform from the day and had pretended to go straight to be as soon as they all reached the dormitory after the evening feast that night. quickly, but silently she picked up her wand and the marauders map that she had been able to pinch off of harry during their history of magic class, the dulcet tones of professor binns had the teenage boy almost asleep in the chair next to her- she hated stealing and lying to her friends, but if she had gotten hermione, ron, harry or even her dear friend andromeda involved, she knew that she would have a much harder time finding out what and where theodore were going.

a hiss left her mouth when the timber flooring beneath her feet creaked, thank-merlin that none of the other girls had awoken from her movements. although she knew that she would be back with her friends in no time, she looked over them as if it was the last time she would be seeing them. in the world that they all lived in today, you never knew what could happen or who was lurking around a showed corner.

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𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐍 able to get past both professor snape and professor mcgonagall on her way out of the castle, she yelled at herself in her mind for not also taking harry's invisibility cloak as well- the disillusionment charm almost giving her presence away to the ghosts that were doing their rounds of the castle during the night time.

the entire time she had made her way out of the castle it felt like she did not breathe more than once, she exhaled with exaggeration once she had made it outside into the autumn air. She used the wand in her hand to exit from the disillusionment charm she had used to mask her body, pulling the marauders map out from her back pocket and looking for either theodore nott or unfortunately draco malfoy.

the girl was about to give up and call it a night but then a name caught her eye. the name of lucius malfoy appeared on the map, now she knew she needed to be there. she needed to hear and see what on earth the death eaters were doing on hogwarts grounds.

it was more than likely stupid for charlotte to be doing this, a muggle-born witch entering a dark and scary forest with a bunch of pure-blood, blood-status raging wizards. she was going to be safe as soon as she made here foot off of the brick of the castle she adored so much.

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𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐄 𝐌𝐀𝐃𝐄 𝐈𝐓 𝐓𝐎 where the map had shown theodore and the rest to be, keeping herself hidden with the disillusionment charm once more. she had found herself hidden behind the stump of an old oak tree. she could clearly see mr. malfoy and the rest of the dark lords' most loyal followers, most of whom had students at hogwarts.

from where charlotte was crouching down she could see theodore perfectly, he looked like he was in distress. which was not normal for the boy. he always had a smirk plastered onto his face at all times, and this was when she watched him pull up the sleeve of his black cloak. a dark mark had been branded onto his arm, this was it he had joined his father within voldemort's ranks. yet again she had lost someone close to her because of the dark lord. she could feel warm tears run down her face as she continued to look at theodore, his face tried to hide the pain he was in. he didn't want to do this, he wasn't like his father or the cronies that followed around draco malfoy. her body had been engulfed with so much stress that she had lost concentration on the charm that had been protecting her from the death eaters in front of her. this meant that the guards who were on watch spotted her, she had't noticed the man come up behind her and pick her up off of the ground, making her drop both her wand and the map.

"let go of me you git!" Her voice could be heard, theodore and the rest of the death eaters looked up in the direction from where charlotte's voice could be heard. "let go of me!" "well isn't this just delicious?" mr. malfoy could be heard, theodore's eyes were stuck on charlotte's body as fenrir greyback carried her to where he was. "isn't this one of your classmates?" mr. malfoy looked at his son. draco only laughed before answering his father. "i have nothing to do with this, mudblood." when the word left this son's mouth, mr. malfoy knew who it was that fenrir greyback had brought to them.

"oh." mr. malfoy looked at his son with a devious smile. he watched as charlotte was thrown onto the ground below, landing right in front of theodore. he did not know how to react, he wanted to scream to allow charlotte to find out what he had done. when he had done this all for her. "whatever shall we do with her?" mr. malfoy looked at the older men of the group, and they all laughed at mr. malfoy's words. "i do believe his lordship has been looking forward to meeting this one." mr. malfoy crouched down to her level, both sets of blue pupils meeting. "you created quite a stir at the end of last year didn't you?" he reached his hand out to grab a hold of her chin, charlotte moved her face so that he could not touch her. "look at me when i talk to you girl!" all charlotte did was turn her face back to look at mr. malfoy, taking a moment before spitting right in his face. she had nothing nice to say to the man. after all, he was the one who made her an orphan. "you insolent mudblood!" mr. malfoy got to his feet, wiping the wetness from his face and taking his wand out from the cane he held so closely to him. "i am going to make you suffer, just as i made your hideous and dirty parents did."

she gave theodore a pleading look, but they both knew that he could do nothing, or he would risk getting himself or even both of them killed if he tried anything. "crucio!" the curse left mr. malfoy's wand, the red-headed gryffindor was now on the ground, groans and belts of pain flew from her mouth as the red sparks that came from mr. malfoy's wand wrapped around her body. "crucio!" mr. malfoy allowed the spell one last time to hit the girl. this would have to be one of the worst things she had ever experienced in her life, and she had broken almost every major bone in her body. "theodore, theodore! help me!" she could not help but call out for her friend, mr. malfoy and mr. nott looked at the teenage boy, his eyes were still fixated on the girl on the ground. her body still shaking from the pain that mr. malfoy had caused her. "tell me you're not friends with this... with this impure half-breed!" mr. nott's voice could now be heard as he stormed over to his own son. theodore did not know what to do or how to answer, that was when he looked at fenrir greyback, who had a hold of both charlotte's wand and the map she had used to find him.

"i have no idea who this is." theodore lied, the look that was now on her face made theodore want to break. "well, why then does she know your name? how did she find where we were?" nott senior questions his son once more. "i have no idea- expelliarmus! charlotte run!" theodore threw both her wand and the map back to charlotte, she barely had enough time to catch the items and make a run for her life.

charlotte ran through the trees back to the castle, making sure to hide as much as she could. "potter ain't here to save you!" draco's voice could be heard, he was trying to taunt her and it was not going to work, not this time. "go to hell malfoy!" she looked back briefly as the spell bombarda flew from the end of her wand, bringing up soil and rocks to fly up into his face. "you're going to pay for that you filthy mudblood!" draco chased after her, with theodore running after draco. to make sure that he wouldn't hurt charlotte. she had her body plastered to the side of the tree, the only source of light was from the full moon above them in the sky, the thoughts and memories of her summer with remus running through her mind. this could be it, this could be the night she died.

when charlotte thought it was okay for her to move she did so, taking a few steps before another spell had hit her body. "diffindo!" this made charlotte stop in her tracks, looking down at her body, she could not see the damage but she knew it had been done. "run charlotte! go!"

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𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐊𝐅𝐔𝐋𝐋 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐌𝐀𝐃𝐄 it back to the castle, not even caring who saw her at this point, she needed to get to dumbledore and tell him what had happened in the forest. she pushed the main doors open and walked through to where the central hall was, slowly but surely making her way back to the gryffindor common room.

"dilligrout." she spoke the word to the portrait of the fat lady in front of her, she nodded and opened up the portrait allowing the girl to walk through- she would be the one to notify dumbledore about her condition. as she entered the gryffindor common room charlotte was quick to take off the blood-soaked robes she had on. making her stagger slightly. "hello?" she looked up and saw someone coming down the stairs from the dormitories. "harry? is that you?" she called out weakly, but her demise it was snot harry who walked down it had been her ex, free weasley. "lottie!" free basically jumped down the last set of steps and rushed to her side "what on earth happened?" as he reached her he could see the red seeping through her white button-down shirt. "Oh my god, we need to get you to the hospital wing now." "fred, what is going on?" he looked up and saw harry now standing there. "harry." the word left her mouth and she fell back into fred's arms, passing out as she did so.

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𝐃𝐀𝐘𝐒 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐏𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐀𝐍𝐃 charlotte still hadn't woken up from the slumber she had fallen into, the curse that draco had thrown at her had cut her stomach that deep that even madam pomfrey needed to call in another set of hands from st. mungo's hospital. everyone was worried about her.

harry hadn't left her side, the two might as well be together at this point. they had been staggering over one another since their third year. and everyone was just becoming annoyed at the fact that they were not officially together

he had been a mess, harry never wanted to see her in that state ever again.

"come on lottie, we need you," harry said as he sat there next to her. madam pomfrey had been able to give her a calm agent for the time that she had been out and asleep.

"hermione is starting to drive us all crazy, i do not think she has left the library once since you have been out of it. but i think fred and andromeda have taken it the worst. i miss you." a sigh left the boys mouth as he looked at her, he was just hoping for a twitch in her face, or a smile. "i miss your laugh, and honestly just miss having you around, lottie." a sigh left his mouth when he did not have a response from her, he squeezed her hand one more time before picking up his bag and began to leave her for the day so he could get to his first class of the day. "damn potter, didn't know you were such a softy." the words left her mouth, he had never moved as quickly as he did. the small distance was closed by harry as he hugged her, a huff left her mouth a long with a tiny giggle. "can't... breathe... need... air." her voice staggered, harry let go of her. their faces being inches a part, this always seemed to be how they would end up, faces merely apart but nothing ever came from it. and it was starting to drive her crazy.

"what can i say, i like have you around." harry spoke, pushing up his glasses further as he did so. "you going to kiss me or what, potter?" her words were confident. "what?" he moved further away from her slightly, god he was so clueless for when it came to girls. especially charlotte. "i almost died, harry. i think it' the least i deserve." and there it was, the magic word 'harry.' she rarely called him harry, no one knew why, not even charlotte. she just like calling him by his last name. so when she used his first name, he knew that she was serious. "are you sure?" harry questioned her, she rolled her eyes. "we have been stumbling around one another since we were thirteen, i think it's about time we put all of those awkward teenage feelings and just bite the bullet. harry when i was out there the only person i thought of was you. you're it for-" he did not need to hear the rest of what she had to say, both of his calloused hands cupped her hands delicalty, not wanting to harm her in any form. and after many, many yearsharry could now say that he was kissing the love of his life. the fact that it had taken her to almost being killed for him to realise that this is how he felt made him feel like an idiot.

"also next time, just ask for the map. you knew i would've said you."

wtf is "🥺" use your words I don't speak bottom