SIDE EFFECTS OF YOU- D.M (discontinued)

𝐿𝑂𝑉𝐸 𝑊𝑅𝑂𝑇𝐸 𝐼𝑁 𝐶𝑈𝑅𝑆𝐼𝑉E

ᴡᴇʟʟ ᴍᴀʏʙᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ ʙʀɪɴɢ ᴀ ғʀɪᴇɴᴅ. Sʜᴇ ɢᴏɴ' ʀɪᴅᴇ ᴏɴ ᴛᴏᴘ ʏᴏᴜʀ ғᴀᴄᴇ ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ɪ ғᴜᴄᴋ ʏᴏᴜ sᴛʀᴀɪɢʜᴛ
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Lᴏsᴛ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ғɪʀᴇ • Tʜᴇ Wᴇᴇᴋɴᴅ

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The Gryffindor common room was cold but not nearly as cold as the dungeons. When Onyx walked in with Granger, she was met with the confused faces of Weasley Potter and One of the Weasley twins.

"Harry, Ron, Fred, this is Onyx Dolohov—" Hermione began but was quickly interrupted by Ron as he stood up from his spot on the red velvet couch.

"Dolohov," he laughed, "she's the daughter of that fucken' scum bag? The one that just escaped Azkaban?" He paused as he visibly got angrier "the one who KILLED MY MOMS BROTHER?!" Onyx flinched at the tone of his voice as it boomed through the Gryffindor common room.

Fred put a hand on his brother's shoulder to calm him, but Ron quickly shoved it off.

"You got some nerve—" he snarled towards her.

"Ronald!" Hermione yelled, "I invited her!" Her eyes were wide with something that looked like fear.

"How do you know she's not like her bloody excuse of a father?"

"I-I—"

"Exactly—!"

"Yo, Ron, chill dude," Fred said, looking at Onyx with an intense look in his eyes. His eyes hadn't seemed to move from her since she walked in, and it made little butterflies nest in her stomach. She nervously moved her hair out of her face. His eyes followed her hand from her face to where it now rested on her hip.

"It's fine," Onyx said, sighing, obviously not wanting to be there. she only wanted to cry, not be in on a Gryffindor colt meeting. "I can tell when I'm not wanted."

"Dolohov-- wait." Granger almost yelled in irritation, "Fred, could you take her upstairs to my dorm."

Fred momentarily moved his eyes from Onyx and looked straight at Granger with an almost comfortable tent in his eyes which made Onyx realize his eyes were the shade of morning coffee and gave a feeling of hope and desire. Then, he nodded over to Onyx, motioning her with his head toward the girl's common room.

She followed almost exited, and with every step, they took the harder she would clench her jaw and dig into her palms with her nails. Finally, when they got to Granger's room, Weasley softly pressed down on the door nob before pushing it open and glancing inside for a second before motioning her in.

Onyx looked down at her shoes and practically begged herself to move, but butterflies paralyzed her.

Move her brain begged.

Move. Your embarrassing yourself

finally, Onyx moved and walked straight into the room, avoiding eye contact with Fred Weasley.

Aside from the different shades of red and a non-cigarette burned couch, the room wasn't too different from hers and Pansies. Onyx walked around the room, not knowing what else to do with Fred Weasley watching her every move.

"So," He bragged out, "What do you--"

"you don't have to start a conversation," Onyx said rather rudely. "I- I just mean it would be better if you didn't talk" she walked toward a window that had been cracked and was now letting the cold December air in. But, unfortunately, Onyx had been too busy with school work and her father's escape even to realize that it was December and Christmas was just around the corner.

When she turned away from the wall covered in boy band posters and childhood pictures, Fred Weasley was right behind her, causing her to jump out of her skin practically.

"Holy Fuck, Weasley! Are you good? You need something?" her eyebrows furrowed.

" what do you put in your hair?"

"Are you shitting me?" Onyx had never been more confused in her life. Why the fuck did free Weasley want to know that? He could've just been trying to make conversation, but it was wired non the less.

He lifted his right hand gently and held a curl as gently as possible before twisting the strand in his fingers. His fingernails were black and messy, and his wrist was covered in bracelets. He dropped the curl and placed it on her cheek after noticing how she didn't falter at his touch.

"Your hair...Compliments your features" A smile broke out on his face, and it was more contagious than a cold.

Onyx slowly lent in, not knowing what else to do, and planted a kiss on his oh-so-perfect lips. She had expected him to push away and leave her embarrassed, but he didn't. Instead, he pulled her closer and kissed her harder.

His lips were aggressive, but his hands were gentle.

After minutes of fighting for dominants, Fred slowly unbuttoned her shirt before pulling away.

"Are you ok with this? We can stop," he said as she looked up at him.

"No-- don't stop" Onyx placed her hand on the back of his neck. "Please," she pulled his back down.

Onyx sat down on the edge of Granger's bed and Fred toward her. She tried to rub her thighs together and gan pleaser, but she needed more than that. She needed him.

With her shirt halfway undone, he had access to her beasts which her peppered kisses all over the skin that wasn't covered by a bra.

Fred left dark marks all over her skin while unbuttoning the rest of her shirt before--

"What. The. fuck.?" she heard a male voice from the doorway.

"On my bed!" Granger cried out.

Ron Weasley barged into the room, and Onyx rushed to gather all of her clothes before completely leaving the Gryffindor common room.

She could hear the yelling from the hallway.

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Anything written in cursive is better. Especially love

-D.M
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authors note:
in the original plot, Bellatrix and Antion escape in January so let's pretend they escaped in November and make this easier, lol

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