Harry Potter one shots

maybe next time. (edited)

parties are a big thing in the Gryffindor common room, especially on a Friday night. and harry loves these parties, because that almost always means his room is empty, and he likes to take advantage of this fact with his girlfriend a lot.

Everyone puts on their sluttiest outfits. There are drinks and food on the tables, loud music, it's dark with flashing lights and the smell of cigarettes is everywhere.

these parties consist of various different things. when you walk in you get overwhelmed by the amount of alcohol and drugs on the floor and tables. there is obviously dancing and chatting, people who are making out in the corner. it looks like a typical high school frat party.

you and harry always stuck to chatting, occasionally with a cigar in your hands.

and while you were going at it with your friend, you suddenly felt two cold hands on your waist, warm breath by your ear, and such an overwhelming smell of your favourite perfume, you immediately knew who it was.

Harry Potter.

Man does that boy make you crazy.

you and harry had such a wild, complicated relationship. you've been together for years, and still your love has only strengthened into something so strong it can only be described as obsession. you were always there for each other, as a source to take all the stress away in form of fucking or just talking, it didn't matter.

you felt his breath on you while he whispered in your ear "I'm tired, can we go to my dorm, please?"

He asked in such a voice he knew you couldn't say no to, so you agreed, excused yourself, and followed him up the stairs to his dorm.

Since you were both drunk, you stumbled a bit the way to his bed. there was this energy in the room when you entered, laughing and clinging onto each other.

it was always like this after these parties, being so busy all the time didn't leave you two much private time together, so these moments are the only time you and harry get to do whatever you wanted, and a lot of those times you use it for having sex.

harry stumbled over to you, pressing himself against you, smiling. he took your waist and pulled you against him, making sure you won't back up, and attached his lips to yours, kissing you passionately. his soft lips melting into yours, his hands feeling your body everywhere, while yours explored his body, going from his hair to his chest.

the warm feeling of you touching each other enhanced the red tint on your cheeks, both blushing furiously. a strong feeling settled deep down in your stomach, lowering into your core.

desperately wanting to feel him, you tried to move against him, hoping for any type of friction, but when harry noticed he broke apart and took a step back. you started protesting but harry cut in before you could. "i'll take care of you, but first," he took of his belt and pushed you onto his bed, making you lay down.

confusion took over, but soon it got replaced with trepidation. not because you didn't trust harry, but because you knew whatever he will do to you will have you screaming with your legs trembling.

the belt harry previously took off was cold against your skin as harry tied it around your wrists. even trying remotely to release yourself was impossible, harry seemingly has tied it at its tightest.

"harry, what are you doing?" your voice trembled already. harry slid your shirt above your head until it was at your arms, he slid your pants completely off of you, leaving you in your panties.

he leaned down, his lips almost touching you, but instead of kissing you yet, he whispered so softly to you, his breath fanned against your skin and lips, his voice was almost so soft you didn't hear him.