A/N: Ezra Miller and Amanda Seyfried as Fletcher and Charlie!
"Alright, class. It's now October and we all know that this means Halloween is coming up real soon. I want a three paragraph essay on your best friend's worst fears and what happens when they experience them. I want it typed and handed in tomorrow." Harry states, looking strict as always.
The whole class begins to groan and whine. Fletcher looks over at Belle with a scowl, obviously unhappy with the assignment.
Belle mirrors his expression and raises her fingers, in the shape of a gun, to the side of her head. She pretends to pull the trigger and makes an explosion sound.
Harry rolls his eyes at her and the rest of the students, with a small smirk on his face.
A student raises her hand, "What if we have two best friends?"
"You may write about both if you please, Miss Finch."
Harry looks at the clock, "The bell will ring in two minutes. You are all allowed to do as you please."
Everyone begins to talk and pull out their phones. Harry picks up his own phone and begins to type up a message to Belle.
Harry: Pretending to shoot yourself is quite rude, Miss Peterson.
Belle's eyes meet Harry's and the two share a knowing smile. She is quick to respond.
Belle: It was quite rude to assign us three paragraphs for tomorrow. It's as if you enjoy torturing us.
Harry: I do, Muahahahaha. 😈
Belle: Wtf, you're too old to use emojis.
Harry: I'm only twenty five, Belle.
Belle: Ew, you're old.
Harry: You weren't saying that yesterday when I had my hand down your knickers.
Belle: You're savage asf.
Harry: What?
Belle: This just proves my point, old man.
The bell rings and everyone is quick to pick up their bag and leave. Fletcher gives Belle a knowing look and tells her he'll wait with Charlie by her jeep.
Once the class is empty, Harry beckons Belle over to his desk. She walks over to him and sits onto his lap, straddling him. Her hands go to his hair, playing with the small curls on the back of his neck.
Harry hums in satisfaction, rubbing his hands up and down her thighs. His hands trail over to her butt, pulling her closer to him. His lips meet hers in an urgent kiss.
They move their mouths together, completely lost in the lust they are feeling towards each other. Belle grinds herself against Harry, causing both of them to moan.
Harry leaves sloppy kisses down her neck as she continues to grind into him. His eyes close tightly in pleasure.
"Keep going, baby," he rasps into her neck. He sucks harshly at it and Belle gasps. She picks up her pace as Harry continues to litter her neck with love bites.
Belle's hands cup Harry's cheeks, making him look up at her. She pulls his face to hers, kissing him. Her mouth opens slightly, letting Harry slip his tongue in.
They continue to kiss, grinding onto each other. "Harry, I'm going to-" Belle reaches her high, cutting herself off. She moans and throws her head back. Watching her come undone has Harry reaching his own high.
