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"Harry." I begged. I fisted the front of his t shirt between my fingers; the sharp pain intensified as his teeth grazed the skin. His breathy laugh fanned over the area as I desperately struggled against the male's hold before he continued to draw blood to the surface. The sensation was somewhat eased with the attention of his soft lips. But Harry wouldn't allow me that comfort for long, nipping hungrily at my neck with his teeth. I gasped when his tongue licked over the newly sensitive skin, planting a few kisses. He blew over the sloppy wet spot, igniting a chill through my entirety. Harry stepped back smirking as I yanked my arm from his large hand. My fingers drifted up to my neck, sucking in a sharp breath when I dabbed over the sore spot. I whimpered in fright as he drew closer. "You're mine now." He spoke in a hushed tone.

"I know we're sloshed but, I've been thinking," he started carefully. She giggled at his words, but didn't stop him, so he continued. "About what you said... about boys? Well I was thinking and...I know we've talked a bunch before about how you've never had a boyfriend and you're like... afraid to not know anything... when the time comes. And I was thinking, maybe - if you were ok with it - maybe I. Maybe I could teach you some things?"He squeezed his eyes tight, in shock that the words had made it out of his mouth. In shock that she didn't scream at him or hit him and run away. In shock that she was actually considering it.Her eyes stayed closed as she adjusted her body to get even closer to his. "Sounds nice.""Yea?""Yeah." Or: the college / best friends / friends with benefits fic that no one asked for but I wrote anyway.

His attentive gaze lingered on my trembling presence for more than I would have thought possible. Our eyes were locked without a slight awareness of our surroundings. We were under each others spell, the tingling sensation followed by his body moving towards mine only enticed the fluttering butterflies in my stomach. His hand made contact with my cheek and all thoughts and self control was lost on my part. My body in his full and lustful possession. He was to do and care for me how which way he wanted. And I was too fall at his dismay If need be. I was his slave, the woman he'd call upon for his disheveled desire and I'd comply without as much as a breath of reply. Another surge of electricity elated my vulnerably limp body. If not for his grasp I'd have my knees buckle from beneath me. "You are mine." His commanding tone demanded with such stern possession. His grip tightening around my hips to lowering hands above my butt. Trembling breaths were exchanged, as well as eager touches. I found myself in complete euphoria in this mans arms. And I was too soon discover said man was of no angelic figure as I'd been deemed to convince myself. Carter was shy and undetermined to be noticed by the cliche popular girls and -the almost figured religious to girls- bad boys. She could never have imagined the thought of finding herself moving to a new university where these things are just what she finds impossible to avoid. But she's kept her own secrets hidden. A fatal past with locked up and secured emotional distress she's bottled up ever since she could remember. So if she meets someone who has darker secrets and a dangerous past, what will she do? Run and hide? Or stay and play? ||WARNING: SEXUAL AND MATURE CONTENT NOT SUITABLE FOR AGES BELOW 15 PLEASE||

*Caution* SEXUAL CONTENT "So what do you need help with?" Harry asks. "I was lying I don't have homework just leave now." I demand. "No. And if you don't have homework.. Why don't I help you turn that groan of yours into a moan." He says and then comes close and whispers into my ear, "But remember you got to keep it down.. You parents will hear." "You are so rude." I say stepping away from him. "Oh am I?" He asks. "Yes you are. Leave my room. I don't feel comfortable with you in here." I tell him. He steps closer and closer to me as I step back. I reach the wall and look him dead in the eyes. "Well.. Babe.. You can't make me leave." He says. "Don't call me babe." I say. "Sorry babe." He smirks. I just give him the death glare. He leans in and I immediately know what he is doing. "Get away from me!" I say putting my hand on his lips pushing his head away from me. He chuckles, "Now now babe." "Don't now now babe me." I sass him. "Being sassy are we?" He asks. "Yes. I am." I say. "Well.. I suppose we will continue this later.. I would rather make you wet when your not sassing me." He says smirking. "Your not making me wet!" I say to him. "Well babe.. When I kiss you so rough and nibble on your sweet spot to make you moan my name. And when I feel you up and massage your boobs.. I guarantee you'll be wet. And after my first thrust of me going into you.. You will orgasm. If not I will go harder and rougher till you scream my name and have the biggest orgasm you'll ever experience." He whispers into my ear. That sent shivers right down my body. Ok maybe I'm a little wet now.

We ran through the crowded, messy, but beloved streets of our city, Manhattan. He gripped my hand and pulled me further as we sprinted by stores, stands, and plenty of people. I tried to turn around to see if the cops had gained on us, but my head whipped back around to see a stroller straight ahead of me. I took a sharp left and barely dodged it. I could tell he needed a break, so we sprinted into an alley. In the middle of the deserted alleyway, he stopped and tried to quit panting. All of a sudden, I saw a bright blue uniform, two, on either end of the alley. The cops, dang. Each of them had a gun pointed straight at us. They slowly edged towards the two victims in the middle, which just happened to be me and him, but refused to lower their weapons. Harry looked furious. “Try me,” he teased at the cops. “THAT’S IT!” bellowed the one to my right. “You’d better try to shield yourself.” He got ready to pull the trigger. My heart started to race as fast as the bullet would come. I felt Harry’s hand tighten around mine. Just as I heard the gun fire, Harry threw his other arm around me and we crashed to the floor, and I blacked out.

“I can tell you’re going to be a challenge.” He almost growled. “I like that.” Harry smirked. He dipped his head, nudging mine to the side before I felt his lips press to the skin of my neck. The ends of his curly hair tickled at my cheek. Harry reluctantly released one of my arms so he could hold the back of my head, preventing me from escaping. I instantly placed my free hand on his chest in protest, attempting to push him away as I felt him harshly suck. “Harry.” I begged. I fisted the front of his t shirt between my fingers; the sharp pain intensified as his teeth grazed the skin. His breathy laugh fanned over the area as I desperately struggled against the male’s hold before he continued to draw blood to the surface. The sensation was somewhat eased with the attention of his soft lips. But Harry wouldn’t allow me that comfort for long, nipping hungrily at my neck with his teeth. I gasped when his tongue licked over the newly sensitive skin, planting a few kisses. He blew over the sloppy wet spot, igniting a chill through my entirety. Harry stepped back smirking as I yanked my arm from his large hand. My fingers drifted up to my neck, sucking in a sharp breath when I dabbed over the sore spot. I whimpered in fright as he drew closer. “You’re mine now.” He spoke in a hushed tone.

⚠️*PLEASE READ WARNINGS/TAGS!* "No?" He feigned hurt for a second, but his lips eventually twitched. "Hmm, how'd you explain this then?" Keeping one hand curled around the apex of my stiffened thigh, he freed the other from around my throat and swept two of his fingers across my burning cheek, down until they brushed against my parted lips. I tried and failed to formulate a verbal response. "No need to be shy about it," His voice was half-way between a sneer and mock assurance. "I tend to have that effect on people," The pad of his thumb was smooth against my parted lips. He kept brushing it back and forth, back and forth- I went to bite him. "Fucking- Bloody hell!" He pulled his hand away just in time, securing it in a pissed off grip around my jaw again. My glare became seething, yet still, I remained silent. "Didn't realize I was talking to a fucking Piranha," Draco huffed. I tried to ignore the aching feeling that came from the sensation of his hand still up my thigh, and instead began shooting out my insults. "Why the fuck would I want to do anything with you?" The only response I earned was a cocked eyebrow. So arrogant. "You- you're a pervert!" Draco didn't miss a beat. "And you're a fucking Mudblood slut." His smirk widened. "Aren't we just the pair?" My head began throbbing. "Fuck you." I intended to sound intimidating but you could practically hear me quivering -- buckling. "Fuck you. Fuck your little manipulation games. I'm not Astoria. Or Pansy. I'd rather open my legs to a chainsaw than to you." All this evoked from his stupid face, was a brief glimmer of amusement in his eye. This spark suddenly died - and then he was studying me. Thinking, deciding, calculating; and I was too busy ranting to pay much attention to what he could be plotting... "Fuck your petty, bullying threats. Fuck your stupid, stupid friends. Fuck your poxy little piece of Jewellery and fuck- oh god---!"

*ALL CREDIT GOES TO HAN-RAWR* "Stop." I weakly pleaded. I felt his chest vibrate as he chuckled. His plump lips came down to my ear once again. "I don't think so, Baby. We're gunna have some fun." I shivered at his words. Harry frightened me, but this time my fear caused me to lash out. He withdrew slightly before my hand made contact with his face. It was clearly unexpected from the expression of anger commandeering his tight features. His left cheek was branded with a pink tinge before aggressively gripping hold of my forearms. "I can tell you're going to be a challenge." He almost growled. "I like that." He smirked "You're mine now." He spoke in a hushed tone.

[This is a sequel to "When the Flash Fades"] Harry and Noa were once inseparable, bound by their shared passion for music and an undeniable connection. Three years have passed, and their lives have taken different paths. But fate-or whatever higher power you believe in-has brought them back together through the very thing that united them in the first place: music. Now, they face a crucial decision. Will they resist the magnetic pull and the undeniable connection that still lingers between them, or will they finally give in to what their hearts have always known? Here is a little snippet of whats to come: "So Harry," I bite my lip nervously. "We have stuff to talk about." "Okay? What is that?" He asks, raising an eyebrow. I take a deep breath, feeling the weight of the words I'm about to say. "Us. What happened between us, and what's going to happen now." "Hmm, well you're mine and I'm yours." A smile creeps onto my face. "What?..no." I laugh. "Yes, Noa," he responds with a firmness that sends a thrill straight to my core. His eyes lock onto mine, and I can feel my heart flutter wildly in my chest. "But what about Arlo, your album, and... I'm not sure I want a public relationship. There's so much we need to figure out before we can even think about..." He stops me with a gentle touch on my thigh, sending a soothing warmth through my body. "Whoa, whoa, whoa," he murmurs, his voice calm and reassuring. "I'm not in a hurry. Let's take this slow." I take a deep breath, feeling a sense of calm settle over me. He squeezes my thigh gently, a reassuring smile playing on his lips. "Okay," I whisper, my voice barely audible over the pounding of my heart. "We'll take it slow." His smile broadens, lighting up his handsome face. "Good," he says softly, his hand moving to gently cup my face. "Because I'm not letting go of this, of us. Not now, not ever."

She retracted her hand from my grasp, and placed it against my cheek delicately instead. "I'm sure, I'm just worried I won't be good. I've never," she bit her lip. I chuckled lightly, pulling her body over so that it laid ontop of mine. A small gasp left her lips as she felt the stiff buldge of my cock rest directly underneath her heat. "Anything you do will be perfect, baby. This is all for your purpose, we'll learn each other's preferences as we go." She sent me a small thankful smile, before pulling her body off of mine, and perched herself between my legs. "May I?" She asked for consent, gesturing cutely to the sweatpants and boxers I wore. I smirked cheekily at her, lifting my hips in response to aid her. ~~~ Ophelia Russell was Hufflepuff's innocent sweetheart. She was incredibly smart, very welcoming, and extremely pretty. But entirely inexperienced in all things that came with 'relationships.' When she overhears a conversation between one of the Weasley twins and a professor about failing a class, she can't help but make a proposition for him. Study Lessons for Relationship Lessons. ♡ Mature!! There will be sexual scenes without warning! Short story, and not entirely focused on the actual plot of Harry Potter so don't yell at me. ♡ Lessons In Life is now COMPLETE. I plan on editing later and fixing a few small plot holes that exist. Don't yell at me, I'm fragile.