Harry Potter Imagines

Yours and mine O.W

Oliver, Oliver, Oliver.

He is all you can sense. The boy clouds your mind and senses, quite literally, as the small potion being waved under your nose almost makes you dizzy with want. All you can do is bite your lip as your eyes blow wide with lust.

Of course you were in love with Oliver – you had known that ever since he hexed your slimy, cheating date for the Yule Ball. You had clutched onto his arm, trying to calm him down with tears streaming down your face as your disgusting date tried to apologize and make excuses.

In other words, of course you were in love with Oliver. But you didn't know that his smell invading your senses would cause you to have to clench your thighs together to relieve some of the – very sudden – tension.

You stayed quiet for the rest of class, not wanting to draw attention to you. However, you'd had eyes glued to your back ever since the Amortentia got passed around and urged to discuss in class. Oliver had noticed your strange expression, and how you seemed to jump when he came up to you after class.

You could hardly meet his eyes as he started talking to you as he usually did after class. All you could think about was his large hands, covered in his silver rings glistening against his pale skin, between your thighs, pushing them apart as his heated eyes stare unblinkingly into yours.

"Y/N?"

You shake yourself out of your reverie, biting your lip as you see Oliver staring at you, confusedly "Sorry, what was that?"

He turns back to walk forward "I was just asking what your Amortentia smelled like" he asks.

It smelled like you, you evil man. And now, I can't get your smell out of my head and can only imagine how intense it would be with you lying on top of me, naked, as you kiss all down my naked body and my head is resting in the crook of your neck –

"Y/N, are you serious?" he asks again, causing you to raise your brows again.

"Come on, just tell me what it smelled like."

Getting irritated with his constant persisting, you shake your head, biting your tongue in stubbornness.

"No. You tell me" you retort, feet echoing on the stone floors in the empty corridor.

Oliver laughs in contempt "I asked you first" he states, getting in front of you suddenly and stopping you by resting an arm against the stone wall.

Oliver leans down close, so close that you can definitely smell him. Oliver notices how your pupils suddenly expand, eyes closing as you bite the inside of your lip. He smirks cockily.

"Come on, darling" the brunette drawls, smirk never leaving his face "I bet it was me, wasn't it?"

Your breath catches in your throat, and Oliver notices how your eyes flit from his eyes to his lips quickly "I bet you want to kiss me so bad right now, don't you darling?"

Sick of his teasing, your eyes fly open, glancing at him from under your lashes "Make me."

There is a tense second of silence, both of you standing there, completely aware of the tension taut like a knife between you two. Suddenly, you are not the only one staring at the other's lips.

"Come here" you say, voice suddenly strong with confidence as you pull Oliver down by his red tie.

You sigh as his lips mesh with yours perfectly, so soft and war as he immediately groans and latches his hands onto your hips, strongly. His grip is tight, pulling you flush against his body so that you can feel his growing erection through his dress pants.

You moan quietly into his mouth at the feel, causing him to pull your bottom lip between his own, sucking lightly. The noise that leaves his mouth at the taste of you is positively sinful, and you can feel how wet you get at the action.

"Oliver" you whimper against his mouth, pulling on his hair in need. You nip at his bottom lip, loving the feel of his strong body pushing against yours.

And of course, his smell. It was so much stronger than the Amortentia, making you lightheaded with lust and need for him. As his lips move against yours, Oliver growls out your name softly as you reach down and begin to palm him through his jeans.

"Fuck, darling" he drawls, placing a few searing kisses down your neck, causing you to gasp in pleasure as he bites down at certain spots slightly.

"Can we go somewhere private, please?" he almost begs, and you moan at the thought of what'll happen as soon as you're behind closed doors.

You nod eagerly, laughing at the way he practically drags you towards his private prefect room.

"It was you, by the way. In my Amortentia" you state sheepishly, despite the heated make out you just finished partaking in.

Oliver smirks, pulling you into a knowing embrace as he shuts his door and pushes you up against it.

"I know."

You bite your lip as his hands run down your side, gripping slightly causing you to blush. Heated and breathless kisses are exchanged on any purchase of visible skin.

"And you were mine" he finishes, you tugging on his hair in satisfaction.

It was going to be a long night.