Treat with newt please!!!
“Let’s get you comfortable, Mr. Scamander.” You drawled out, biting your lip invitingly as you pulled the Hufflepuff by his tie. Newt happily followed you, entering into the small bedroom of his case as you continued to entice him with your looks. Somewhere along the lines of five gigglewaters and fire whiskey he had caved to his needs, no longer wanting to fight the attraction he felt towards you.
Newt knew you were bad news, but how could he deny the more primal parts of his wizard nature. You could be one of the top ten most hunted witches and he’d still fight tooth and nail just to have you. “I…” He sighed out, eyes closing when he felt your lips and teeth tug at the skin of his neck. “Merlin’s bloody beard…” Whatever spell you had placed on him, he was eagerly falling under it.