Wizarding World One-Shots

ScorpiusxRose

November 19th 2022

Knock Knock

"Yeah?"

Rose was in her room, writing. One of her hobby's ever since she became thirteen and got her very own laptop from her father.

And now four years later, she still does it. Buries her in a world entirely her own. Gets her relaxed and helps her to distraction.

Only she doesn't write books, she writes one shots of the fantasies she has of her most recently read books.

Very particular fantasies.

And she was just getting to a good part.

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Roughly Cassian pushed Nesta against the wall. She whimpered but held her chin high as his lips crushed hers. She gasped this time, and this gave him all the room he needed to plunge his tongue in her mouth. God it felt good. Although sex was something they did very often it never got old. Never got boring, or too much.

She needed his clothes off. Now. Hurriedly she grasped the end of his shirt hinting her needs. "Nah-ah Nes. You were a very bad girl just now, and we don't want that, do we? This is supposed to be a punishment, so why should I tend to your needs? Hm?" Nesta sighed angrily. "I wasn't being a bad girl you just want a reason to fuck me."

"Talking back are we now Nesta? Very, very, bad idea since I am the one who will-"

Click

The door opened and both of their heads snapped to the doorway. Now leaning casually against the doorpost, was Azriel. A mocking smirk quirked his lips and his big wings were half out.

"You two should set up some wards, we can smell your arousal all the way down stairs, and there is a toddler there who keeps asking what that weird scent is."

Nesta dropped her head back on the wall and groaned silently.

"Oh, hi Az, I was just going to take care of Nessie here-" an eyeroll from said person. "Why don't you come in and do it for us. Perhaps help me with this little whore after?"

Nesta gasped and her eyes widened.

Azriels smirk deepened, and he stepped over the threshold.

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"Can I come in?" Roses mother asked.

"Sure."

Hermione Granger-Weasley too, stepped over the threshold. Finding her innocent little Rose on the bed, laptop in her lap, fingers gliding over the keyboard of the item. "Hi Flower, what are you doing?" She asked. "Writing." Rose answered with a little smile.

"What about?" Rose felt blood warming her face, but recovered herself quickly and answered: "Just about a book. It was mentioned and I thought I'd write it."

"Sounds fun Rosie." Hermione practically cooed to her daughter, putting a little lock of bright red hair behind her hair. Rose smiled, not telling her mum that she was slightly annoyed with the way that sentence was spoken, and thanked her quietly. "The Malfoys are coming over for dinner."

A deep sigh from Rose.

"I know you don't like Scorpius sweetheart but you'll have to bite you're tongue for an evening. Can you do that for me Rosie?"

"Fine."

Two hours later. 7pm.

Dressed in her pretty little new dress on top of a black shirt (to get rid of the cleavage) and a black pantyhose, she walked down the stairs. The doorbell had gone just a few minutes back, meaning the Malfoys had already arrived.