harry naughty imagine

Marauder’s: A Naughty Fiction (Part 6) SMUT

Requested?: No

Prompt: Y/N has always been a student at Hogwarts but has gone through her years practically unnoticed by anyone that caught her eye. This year, she expects that to change. Instead of shoving her nose between the pages of books someone will be begin to take quite the interest in her. Watch her finish off her last year of schooling while fucking around with guys along the way.

Warnings?: Smut, DRUGS, alcohol, cursing

Words: 3,492

A/N: sorry this took me forver to put out and write, i’ve been having writers block lately. ANYWAY, I just finished this about five minutes ago and haven’t read over it too thoroughly so there might be a few mistakes. Much love and keep requesting :))))


Why do I do what I do? Merlin, I fucking hate myself. One minute I am collected, and the next i’m off the chain, what the hell is going on with me?

I don’t like him, I don’t

Yet, I crave him so much

But maybe it’s not a want

It’s a need.

I bloody need him.

I want to feel him once again, but this time I want him to remember, I want him to remember.

All night these dastardly thoughts have been racing through my head, the night me and Sirius shared resides in the darkest parts of my memories, for I shouldn’t even dare to remember at all, yet I do, I keep thinking about it, and it just makes me want it more and more.

When I awoke I had a massive headache, my eyes could barely open because of the bright sunlight shining in on me. I twitched slightly, too tired to pull the covers over my head.

“Morning.” Lily said.

I peered over to her, she was sitting on her bed, a cup of tea nestled in between her hands, and a pair of sunglasses placed on her nose.

“Need some?” She questioned, referencing to her sunglasses. “S’quite bright in here.”

I sat up slowly, rubbing the bridge of my nose.

“What the hell happened last night?” I asked, looking down at a set of lingerie lying on the floor.

“Well, we got drunk, and I mean bloody drunk,” She said, getting excited. “I brought some of my favorite muggle alcohol and you and I finished them off.”

“Me and you finished off two bottles of…” I looked down at the floor reading the labels on the front of the glass. “Jack Daniels?”

Lily got quiet all of the sudden, looking down into her mug.

“Lily…” I pressed. “Who else was with us?”

She stayed quiet, still looking longingly into her mug.

“Just James, and Remus and Peter…” She said half-heartedly.

“You’re telling me Remus drank hard liquor? Because we both know good and well he doesn’t drink hard liquor.”

“…And Sirius.” She said quietly, sounding ashamed.

“And Sirius!” I laughed sarcastically, getting angry.

“Lily,” I questioned.” “What the hell happened last night?”

the night before…

“He did what!” Lily whisper yelled at me, dragging me into the corner.

I rolled my eyes, crossing my arms protectively.

“How many times do I have to say it. I started freaking out, then I leant up and kissed him.”

Lily scoffed, not knowing what to say.

“What?” I yelled. “It’s not like I haven’t kissed him before!”

“Y/N…” She sighed. “This is different, you were…you were…”

“Lucid? Yeah I know.”

She eyed me up and down, flashing me a quizzical look.

“You don’t like him… do you?”

I got choked up, my air catching in my throat

“Pshh… What, me? Like Sirius? Haha, of course not!” I said, trying to play it off, but the thoughts inside my head were contradicting everything I was saying.

She raised her brow at me and shook her head as we walked into the common room, running into James and Remus.

“Oi, where are you two off to?” James asked, pulling Lily into a hug.

“Just going upstairs, a long day it’s been.” Lily replied, rummaging her head into his neck.

“What she said.” I added.

“Are you guys not going to the party tonight?” Remus asks, smiling at me.

“Party?” I asked. “What party?”

“Just a house party for Gryffindor’s, maybe a few Hufflepuff’s.” Remus added.

I scoffed, biting my lip instinctively.

“No Slytherins?” I asked.

“Merlin no, definitely not. Sirius made it very clear he didn’t want them here.”

James coughed and nudged Remus’ side, I guess that was something he wasn’t supposed to say. Me and Lily looked at each other suspiciously and waltzed up the stairs to our room.

“What are you wearing?” Lily yelled to me from the bathroom.

I couldn’t find anything I wanted to wear in my wardrobe despite the countless dresses and denim I had all lined up.  

“Not sure yet.” I added.

She walked out of the bathroom, sliding in an earring, her hair freshly curled and bouncing along with each step.

“Let me look.” She said, pushing me out of the way and searching my wardrobe.

Then it caught her eye, the light pink, holographic dress. It was tight up top and flared out at the bottom, quite skimpy. If I bent over too far everyone would have quite the view of my arse.

“This,” She said. “This is what you’re going to wear.”

“That?” I yelled, a bit curious.

“Yes that! You’ll be the talk of the school, why haven’t you worn it yet?” She asked.

“Well it was more of a collective purchase, I wasn’t planning on wearing it.”

“Well you will tonight, and I bet you’ll get more than just a few cheeky glances.” She said, winking.

I rolled my eyes, but gave into her pressure, slipping up the small dress wearing nothing but dark red underwear beneath.

“We look good.” She said, I agreed, nodding along with her.

“Great, even.” I added.

My hair, once again, sat high atop my head, my makeup still natural, but with a hint of flare.

“Let’s go.”

The party music was booming, we heard the rumble from atop the stairs. Some couples were getting a head start already, pushing each other up against their bedroom doors, making out vigorously.

“Bet ten galleons you’ll fuck Sirius tonight.”

“I won’t so, you’re on.”

“You will.” Was all she said and we began to strut towards the compacted crowd.

The moment I stepped foot on the floor seemed all the attention in the room was on me. Guys were ogling over me, girls were slapping their men on the arms so they’d pay attention to them, yet I could careless. I had one person on my mind, I had one person I wanted to impress.

I saw him with James and Remus and a few other guys from our house horsing around with one another. They all had drinks in their hands and seemed a little buzzed. I looked down quickly, checking my dress to make sure I looked alright, that there were no wrinkles. Why did I care so much? Maybe Lily was right, maybe I did like him, maybe I just couldn’t accept it.

When I looked back up he was already staring at me, his mouth watering. His eyes met mine, intensely. He stared into them for a good five seconds before they started travelling down, lower and lower. The guys around him began to notice.

“Sirius?” Remus shouted to him. “Are you alrigh-”

And that’s when the others caught on, when they all got sight of me. Something about this dress was illuminating, it made me stand out against everyone in the crowd. Sirius finally took a sip of his drink, still staring at me. He chugged it all down, placing it on a table next to him, and waltzing over to me.

“Fancy seeing you here t’night, you look ravishing.” He said wrapping his arm around my waist pulling me into him, whispering the last part of the sentence into my ear.

“Thank you.” I gulped, barely being able to speak, my stomach erupting with butterflies.

“Well,” James said, Sirius still gazing into my eyes. “Let’s get this party started.”

One shot, lime, two shots, lime, three shots, lime. Apparently I liked tequila.

My vision began to lighten as the liquor in my stomach began to churn, cooking up a spell. Sirius stood behind me, his hand around my front, he held a  lime in his mouth and each time I downed another i’d turn around and suck the juice out of it, making sure to look him right in the eyes.

“Sirius, Y/N!” Lily slurred, her pupils insanely dilated.

“Evans!” I yelled. “What the hell are you on!”

“Molly… or maybe it was acid, either way come upstairs with us!” She yelled back, undeniably fucked up.

“Upstairs? The party is down here!” I shouted back, making sure she heard me over the music.

“Yeah but upstairs I have two bottles of Jack Daniels with our names on it.” She said with a sly smile, biting down on her tongue with her teeth.

I looked up at Sirius who was already looking down at me. We both nodded to each other and followed Lily, James, Remus, Peter and two other guys up the stairs to our dorm room.

“Whiskey for everyone!” Lily yelled, us all stumbling into the room after her, everyone giggling back and forth to one another over our drunken states.

She pulled out eight shot glasses and placed them all upside down on the floor, Remus rolled a blunt and placed it down next to them, while Peter peppered a few psychedelics here and there.

“Let’s play a game!” She squealed, pulling us all down to the floor, Sirius pulling me into his lap, he didn’t like the hungry looks every guy was giving me.

“Truth or dare,” James said. “The game for the brave and the… weak.”

He proceeded then to go over the rules of the game, saying that if you refused a truth or a dare you had one of three options; take a shot, hit the blunt, or take a psychedelic, and if you had already chose one, the next time you’d have to pick another.

We were an hour into the game, but still barely made a dent into it. Remus and Peter were stoned out of their minds, Lily and I well, let’s just say we drank a little more than anticipated, and everyone had officially taken at least one psychedelic.

“Lily, Y/N,” One of the other guys with us murmured. “Truth or dare?”

“Both of us?” I asked, slurring my words.

“Both of you.”

“Isn’t that like, against the rules?”

“Nope,” He said, popping the P. “So what’ll it be?”

I was about to speak before Lily answered for me.

“Dare.” Lily said suddenly, a devilish gleam In her eye.

The guy started laughing, and whispered something into one of the other guys ears.

“Strip.” Was all he said, leaning back on his hands.

Since I was far from sober, the phrase was almost like music to my ears, but a clarifying sobriety deep down was yelling at me, telling me not to do it.

“You’re not too pussy are you?” He asked.

Me and lily looked to one another, raising our eyebrows.

“M’not too pussy, maybe Y/N, but not me.” Lily slurred, standing up all wobbly.

“Well, I said both of you, so strip or pick.” He said, the word pick referring to the drugs.

“This isn’t fair,” I whined. “You lads will take advantage of us!”

“Advantage?” The bloke questioned. “Never in a million years.”

I looked down to Sirius who seemed rather annoyed, jealous the other boys could see me… exposed.

“Or,” The boy called. “Give me and… Remus a lap dance.”

“What?” Remus asked, the statement sending him quickly back into reality.

“You heard me Moony. I mean if you don’t want to I bet there’s someone who’s far more anxious to take your place.”

I looked to Sirius who was watching me like a hawk, he looked like he wanted to kill the guy who had dared me, his blood boiling and pumping through his veins.

“I’ll do it,” Sirius said all of the sudden, loud and stern, his jaw clenching. “Give me the lap dance.”

He stood up swiftly, his hand grasping onto my upper arm, a tight lock on it.

“And slip into something more… comfortable.”

Me and Lily disappeared into the bathroom, pulling two select pieces from our wardrobe. James was pass out drunk, he slept soundly on the wooden floor so Lily had no choice but give one of the others a lap dance. We were both still under the influence, completely hammered, so I left on my dark red underwear but slipped a bra over my breasts and a silk teddy over the top as well.  

“C’mon ladies,” He called. “Don’t keep us waiting.”

We both sauntered out, Lily’s hips swaying much more than mine. The sudden exposure of my skin making an uncomfortable feeling erupt from within me, my hands instinctively wrapping around my chest.

“C’mon, don’t be shy.”

I dropped my hands walking right towards Sirius, an angry look still plastered on his face.

“Merlin…” I heard a boy call.

I looked over to my right and Lily had already began to dance. Getting low to the ground, swaying her hips, rubbing up on all the guys around her. I saw Remus scoot backwards, undeniably uncomfortable, yet he still watched from afar, a strange sight it was indeed.

I straddled Sirius, my legs wrapping around his lap, sinking down onto his crotch. His hands never touched me, they just held him up from behind, his eyes looking into mine then down my body quizzically.

“This feels so, familiar.” He stated, trying to sound calm but still I heard the rage spitting through his teeth. He really didn’t like the looks they were all giving me.

“Familiar?” I asked, acting like I had no clue to what he was referring to, watching him try to figure out what about this was so strange.

But I knew, I knew the feeling, a feeling I’ve been trying to shake ever since it happened, no matter how badly I didn’t want to. He was remembering the time we spent together, that I prayed so dearly he’d forget.

Suddenly I was being lifted off Sirius lap and placed into someone elses, their hands gripping roughly to my hips.

“If you’re not going to do anything to her I sure as bloody hell will!” One of the boys from earlier squawked.

He looked at me with a distinct hunger in his eyes, he was devouring me with them. He started moving me up and down onto his crotch, trying to get some friction between the two of us. This is not how I wanted it, this wasn’t how I wanted any of this to be. Suddenly I heard a thud and a shuffling of feet and once again I was being yanked off someone else’s lap. Sirius threw me off to the side, and yanked up the kid who pulled me into his lap by his collar.

“Who the hell do you think you are, mate?” Sirius yelled. “You think you can bloody treat a woman like that, my woman?”

The guy was petrified, looking at Sirius then back to me.

“D-didn’t know she was yours, mate!” He squealed while falling back down onto the floor with a thud.  

And for the last time Sirius yanked me up, throwing me over his shoulder, and pulled me into the bathroom. I was pushed harshly against the door, smacking my head a tad on the wood. I felt Sirius’ hands wrap around my waist, one of them also holding me up under my bum. He rested his head on my chest and stayed quiet, my hand landed in his hair, playing with it.

“Sirius?” I asked looking down at him sleepily, watching his chest heave up and down.

“Hmm?” He asked.

“Didn’t know I was yours…” I said playfully, biting my lip, a small smile sweeping up onto my face.

He smiled into my skin, I felt the stretching of his lips against my chest,a low rumble escaping them.

“You aren’t really… s’just like you is all… got a tad jealous.”

“A tad?” I asked, pulling his chin up so he looked at me, he tried to hold back a smile on his face.

We were startled by Lily’s playful squealing coming from my room, and the sound of pounding music being turned up. We looked back to one another and began to laugh and he set me back down on my feet.

“You’re drunk.” He said laughing.

“So are you!” I yelled back, poking his chest.

“Yeah but I wasn’t the one who almost gave four different guys a lapdance.”

“You’re just jealous.” I said, sticking my nose up in the air, walking away from him.

“Oi!” He yelled. “Of what?”

“You wanted one, a lap dance.”

“Did I now?” He asked, testing me. “How are you so sure?”

“Well for starters I saw your dick jump out of your pants when I walked out of the bathro-” I couldn’t even finish my sentence before he cut me off, tackling me to the ground.

“We won speak of this!” He yelled playfully, pushing his hand over my mouth.

And suddenly we were in the position again, me straddling him, my crotch coming close and closer to his. He looked down at me on his lap, one of his eyebrows raising, then looked back up at my outfit. I kept my eyes on his, watching him as I lowered myself a top his pants, pressing down hard.

“Y/N,” He moaned, his head falling back. “You’re drunk.”

“Doesn’t mean I don’t know what I want.” I said back.

And with that sentence he latched on tightly to my hips as I began to grind harder and harder onto his erection. My hands flying back into his hair, my fingers tangling themselves within the strands.

I turned around swiftly, trying to synchronize my moves to the beat of the music. I began to pull my teddy down, strap by strap, making sure to give him a show. He sat there, leant back, watching me with a glaze over his eyes. I dropped the pink silk to the floor, becoming exposed to him like I was that one time.

I bent over infront of his face, then sat down on him backwards, his hands massaging hard into the skin of my ass. I moved my bum into the crotch of his jeans again, enjoying the sound of his breathless moans escaping from his lips.

I pushed him down on his back sitting down on his stomach and leant down to kiss him. Our lips pushing into each other roughly. There was a definite need there. I heard him whimper as I bit down on his bottom lip, pulling on the now pinkened skin.

I began to scooch my crotch lower and lower until I was perched on his cock again, grinding hard down onto it. I began to dry hump him, suddenly feeling the pleasure from my side. To make the friction much greater, Sirius pushed himself up on his hand, rubbing himself into as I was to him.

His mouth was wide open, attaching to my neck from time to time. I rubbed vigorously into him, the material of my panties beginning to bunch up onto one side. I could tell he was getting close, the sound of my moans filling his ears and a sudden wetness now covering his clothed cock. Then I watched as his eyes rolled into the back of his head and he let out a throaty district  moan, saying my name softly as he came. I too, trying my hardest still to reach my desired place, and within no time I was there, a moaning mess just like him.

He fell back onto the floor and I feel on top of his, my ear to his chest listening to the pounding of his heart and the shortness in his breath.

“Hot damn,” He said. “I don’t think I’ve ever came so hard in my life.”

The room was now empty, no sounds of music, no more squealing. Lily had finally laid her head to rest that night, Remus tucking her in after she got a little too crazy with that one boy from their house. Her soft snores were the only thing filling the room, well, that and the sound of Sirius whispering to Y/N, goodnight.

She slipped into bed as well, looking up to him as he placed a chaste kiss to her forehead, praising her once again for the beautiful work she had done that night. He walked out of the room, a small smiled placed across his face as he hopped quietly back to his dorm.

When he entered he sat down on his bed, laughing at James sprawled out on the floor, Peter looking practically dead, and Remus asleep as snug as a bug under his covers. Sirius peered over to his bedside table, looking at the family photo which sat gloomily next to him. Not a hint of a smile coming from any of their faces in the picture. He picked it up, getting a closer look at his brother whom he envied so deeply, but wanted to love so bad. The green surrounding the picture frame seemed to look so obscure next to the red lace panties that were sitting behind it.

Red lace panties.

Only then was it when Sirius realized everything he seemed to forget.

Dating Harry would include - 09

Midnight cuddles:

- Feeling His hand grabbing you by your waist to bring you closer to him
- His arm keeping you tight close to his chest
- Him smelling your hair with a satisfied sigh
- His lips brushing the edge of your ear, his breath tickling you
- His low and raspy voice asking if you’re asleep because he needs you
- Brushing the tip of his nose on your shoulder blade before biting you gently
- Him laughing slightly when you squeal and his slow kisses on your red skin
- Feeling his smile against the skin of your neck when he gets your total attention to his carresses
- His tongue sliding along your neck to kiss your jawline
- His lips nibbling your earlobe before bitting on it, a light moan escaping your mouth
- Him asking in a whisper if you gonna let him take care of his girl tonight
- Him kissing you tantalising slow, his tongue following the lines of your lips
- Taking your tongue between his lips, sucking sensually on it
- Him smiling  in your kiss when you try to bite his lower lip
- Feeling his palm passing on your collarbones, carressing the upper part of your breasts
- The back of his fingers teasing the side of your breast
- The fingertip of his index along your tummy to draw slow motions around your bellybutton
- His lips kissing the skin of your collarbone covered of goosebumps
- His smile in looking at your face when you feel his fingers falling to your core
- Him kissing your temple to shush you when you squeal and your hips jerks under his fingers
- His forehead resting on yours when he makes his body glides between your legs, his chest rubbing agaisnt yours
- His eyes tight closed when he makes his hard one grinding to your core
- His hand following the lenght of your leg to make you hold his waist
- The way your name escapes from his mouth in a moan
- Taking your chin in his fingers to kiss you deeply, his breath becoming heavier
- His hands running along your sides while he bites on your neck to mark you
- The feeling of his hair tickling your chest when he kiss the place between your breasts
- His burning breath on the skin of your tummy each times he’s about to kiss your body
- His mouth kissing hungrily a last timpe your bellybutton in looking up at your face his eyes full of desire
- His hair teasing your inner thighs before the feeling of his lips and tongue finally on you …

I let your imagination doing the rest …

How much the One Direction fandom has changed

Imagines / Preferences

- an imagine was a short piece of writing on a coloured background with a gif
- preferences were quite light and fluffy, cute
- imagines are really rare
- preferences are dark, heavy, can be quite intense


- the boys’ management that no one really cared about
- evil demonic people controlling the boys like little puppets


- the boys tweeted a whole load of sense that sometimes didn’t make much sense
- promo.


- Mr X
- Zux fanfic
- Niall & Louis need more solos
- the rise and fall of Zaughty
- Louis being a dad
- Zerrie shade
- Zquad vs Everyone
- Larry Shippers vs Everyone
- Everyone vs Everyone

The boys

- there were five
- there are four


Marauder’s: A Naughty Fiction (Part 4) FEELS!


Requested?: No

Prompt: Y/N has always been a student at Hogwarts but has gone through her years practically unnoticed by anyone that caught her eye. This year, she expects that to change. Instead of shoving her nose between the pages of books someone will be begin to take quite the interest in her. Watch her finish off her last year of schooling while fucking around with guys along the way.

Warnings?: Feels, mentions of sex. 

Words: 1,466 

A/N: I feel like at this point this is really becoming a series because if you haven’t read any of the other parts you won’t understand this one at all. 

[Italics indicate flashback]

Originally posted by marauderimagines

Last night I had walked quietly out of his room, not making a single sound, even the house mice were louder than me. My barefeet squished against the cold wooden floors as I walked down the long spiral steps back into the common room. Peter still lay passed out on the floor as Remus sits on the leather couch, rubbing his eyes. He didn’t even have to turn around to know it was me who was coming down the stairs, just the sound of such dainty, dragging  footsteps coming from the boys dorms told him enough.

“Didn’t do it i’m assuming.” He asked, slouching back into the brown leather sofa.

“Your assumption is correct.” I said, sitting next to him, laying my head on his shoulder.

“Disappointed?” He asked, searching for my eyes.

“No, i’m too happy to be disappointed.”

“Well you look pretty disappointed to me.” He added, wiping the smeared mascara off from under my eyes. “Did you cry?”

“I don’t cry.” I replied, playing with my fingers.

“There’s the slytherin in you!” He quipped, smiling a little.

“My father said crying was for the weak.”

“He’s wrong,” Remus says, grabbing your hand from your lap. “The strongest people are those who cry.”

You looked at him intently, basking in his presence, intelligence radiating off him.

“You’re much too good for them, y’know.” You said standing up, beginning to walk toward your room.

“For who?”

“The Marauder’s, only the best people deserve someone like you.” And with that you disappeared up into the obscure darkness of your dorm.  

It was a calm morning in hogwarts when you awoken. No light shone in your eyes from the sea, just a grey overcast which was plastered to the sky. Potter hadn’t spent the night with Lily so it was just you, her and Y/RM/N. It took you a while to awaken, but once you did you sat down in your clawfoot bathtub in an attempt to soak most of your misery away, you were supposed to be content, anything else was unacceptable.

Your record player span in its usual place by the door and Lily pranced around the bathroom listening to the music, she danced frantically whilst putting on her clothes and makeup for the day.

“Did you and Sirius hook up?” She asked suddenly, startling you from your relaxed state.

“Context?” You said back.

“Erm, did you have sex? Was it oral? Did he penetrate? Did you makeou-”

“I get it,” You interrupted, “I just took him back to his room is all.”

You lied of course, you didn’t want her to find out about last night because you didn’t want Sirius to know, he couldn’t know. There was no denying that last night Sirius ate you out, and there was no denying that you bloody loved it. You suddenly felt yourself craving his touch again, you wanted his lips on yours once more.

“You made out though, after you blew that smoke in his mouth.” She added, looking at you in the tub, walking towards you and squatting down.

“Indeed, but he probably doesn’t remember and frankly I don’t care because I do, I remember, and I can scratch his name off my list.”

“Want to be known as the whore of Hogwarts, Y/N?” She asked sarcastically, walking back to the mirror so she could swipe the rest of her mascara on. “I know you want him, can see the way you look at him, and frankly he wants you as well, and the only time Sirius wants a girl is when she’s moaning his name.”

“You should get your eyes checked then.” Was all you said before standing up, dripping in soapy water and pulling the plug from the tub.

The towel which sat on the stool in the nearby corner floated up words, wrapping itself around you. Lily’s eyes widened when she looked at your reflection from the mirror, the purple splotches Sirius left on your neck from the night before vibrantly shining.

“If you don’t want him figuring out, better hide those.” She said, looking back to herself and swiping lipstick on.

You walked down to the great hall together, you adjusting your glasses and letting your hair down from its place atop your head.

“How do I look?” You asked, stopping, staring at her.

“Perfect, there’s no way you could ever look bad!” She said musically.

“Oi, sod off!” You yelled back, sitting down at the long table next to Remus.

“Morning.” Remus said, not looking up from his newspaper.

“Morning, where’s the others?” You asked, searching the table for the three missing persons.

“Pretty sure Peter is in a coma, last time I checked Potter was sawing logs, and Sirius was taking a shower. Should be down in a-” He was cut off.

“Morning.” A raspy voice said, suddenly the space next to you being filled by a familiar figure.

Your heart panged out of your chest from the sound of his voice, quite excited to see him actually. You turned to him, his head lay on his hand looking at you, your eyes wandering to his neck where he was left with purple splotches as well.

“Tore me up, didn’t you?” He asked, your heart fluttering.

“Surprised you remember.” You added snarkily, Remus now looking up from his paper.

“Oi! Wasn’t that intoxicated, remember everything,” He began to explain, the word ‘everything’ making your chest tighten. “Blew smoke into my mouth, we made out, and then I fell asleep.”

You fell silent, so did Remus, you turned to look at him to see him cocking an eyebrow at you questionably.

“That’s all you remember?” You asked, feeling Remus stomp on your foot causing you to shreak.

“Is there something i’m forgetting?” He asked, searching for your eyes.

“No,” You say, “Of course not.”

Since the day was Saturday you and the others walked down to Hogsmeade, the gavel trail crackling below your feet. The sky was still a brooding grey color but it was something about cloudy days that made them so beautiful. Lily and James skipped happily, far in front of the group. Remus stood in the middle with Peter and another boy from Gryffindor who tagged along. You and Sirius stood in the back, enjoying each other’s presence, yet you couldn’t help but notice the awkward silence forming between the two of you.

“Nice day, isn’t it?” You said, smiling up at the sky, breathing in deeply.

“Hoping that was a joke.” Was all he said, poking your nose with his finger, watching it scrunch up.

“Not joking, I love cloudy days.” You said, opening your eyes again to look at him.

He laughed, then stared at you again for about thirty seconds.

“Sirius?” You asked.

“Hm?” He replied, still looking at you.

“I think you have a bit of a staring problem.” You said, not looking at him once.

A low chuckle escaped from his throat, and suddenly he wrapped his arms around you and flung you over his shoulder.

“Sirius!” You yelled, “Put me down this instant!”

The boy that was walking with Peter and Remus turned around and began to laugh.

“Sirius, ‘es gone mad!”

“Mad in love.” Remus mumbled to himself, loud enough for the others to hear.

“Heard that Moony.” Was all Sirius said, putting you back down on the ground.

You landed directly in front of you, him running into you a bit, but grabbing your hips to steady himself.

“Easy.” He said, but cut himself off, noticing something, a context clue.

In the air he smelled a familiar scent, like vanilla which was coming off your long Y/H/C hair. He then looked from the tips of your silky strands, following up the root until he had all attention on your neck. Purple splotches, which he had noticed before, traveled a lot lower than he originally thought. His eyes followed the patchy trail from under your chin, to the middle of your neck, to your collar bone, and down into your cleavage.

He began to kiss down your neck, sucking harshly at the soft, tender skin, breathing in your sweet, vanilla scent.

“Something wrong?” You asked, tilting your head, looking at his face which was painted with a quizzical look.

He didn’t answer, really thinking hard about last night, he just couldn’t put memories together.

“Sirius?” You asked again, placing your hand on his cheek, breaking him out of his trance.

“You only made out with me last night, no one else, right?” He questioned, looking deeply in your eyes.

“Of course,” You say. “Only you.”

He smiled softly and wrapped his hand around your shoulders reassuring you, he just didn’t remember loving on you that low, and little did he know, he had loved on her a few places a lot lower.



Black Scarf ...

The whole bedroom was plunged into darkness, the only source of light coming from the lamp on his bedside table. Her calm breathing and the sounds of the pages turning from the book she was reading was the only noises in the quiet house. she sank her body a little bit more into the big pillows supporting her back against the headboard of the bed. Her feets rubbing to each other to warm her up, the big fluffy blanket as mellow as it was, couldn’t warm her body as he could when they were in this bed together.

She looked one more time at her phone for the hour. It was late, way more late than she was used to be awake. She was now sleepy and her eyes were a bit painful but she couldn’t sleep yet. She didn’t want to fall asleep before he could come home. She didn’t came with him at the “Another Man” dinner because she had her personal reasons and even with his repeated requests he didn’t managed to make her come.

The lignes from the page she was reading started to lost their meaning when the imagine of Harry in his black suit popped in her mind,  reminding all the details she was looking at.  The way the elegant black fabric suited so well his shoulders. His waist tightened by this only button she was playing with when he asked her a last time to change her mind. The way the simple black scarf added to his personal touch. Even the choice she thought improbable of wearing black nail polish looked good with the whole outfit. She remembered the way he pressed a soft kiss on her forehead when she brushed her fingertips on the shiny black lapels of his suit the second before he left the house.

She was taken out of her musings as heard the sound of familiar footsteps coming from the corridor. She came up with A light smile on the side of her mouth when the door opened with a Harry standing in the doorway a slightly drunk smile over his face, his head tilted to the side as soon as he saw her

“Still awake my Little Queen? Waiting for me maybe?” Unbuttoning his jacket, he let the fabric fall on the ground as he  slowly walked to the bed. He leaned forward ,walking on all fours to join her. His arms and legs came above her body who was still hidden under the big blanket. Closer to her face, his eyes sparkling when she gave him back his smile. Leaning his face to plent a soft kiss on her cheek, the cold tip of his nose caused her body to sightly shiver. His lips followed the line of her jaw to find her earlobe,where he pressed a kiss ; the vibrations of his low voice against her ear tickling her.

“Did you missed me in this bed all by yourself tonight? Is it as comfy as me holding you at night?” Caressing the edge of her ear with his nose, he smiled when he could heard her retain a whimper down her throat.

With a slow move he removes the duvet covering her upper body. It was His lips kissing the base of her neck who were now causing her skin to get covered by goosebumps more than by the loss of warmth from the duvet. His kisses slowly going down her chest, and his lips pressing kisses above the fabric of her t-shirt. She lay her hand over his cheek and caressed the side of his neck. Harry turned his face toward her hand and kissed her palm, closing his eyes.

Keep reading


  • Dad: Who is this Naughty Boy guy?
  • Me: A mistake.