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- 20 HEARTS AND I'LL MAKE IT LONGER-
Imagine;
Harry was the new transfer student at your school. He was already labeled as the hot bad boy that every girl wanted. He was also known as a sweetheart at the same time, despite his perceiving image. You had gotten pretty close with him; he was in your gym, and French class. You had to admit, you figured out why girls drooled over him. His golden brown locks and intense green eyes made you drown in delight. Except, the difference was you didn’t throw yourself all over him. Right now, you were sitting in French. His assigned seat was right behind you, and he was constantly twirling pieces of your hair around his finger. You always got a spark whenever he touched you, even something small like accidentally hitting you.
As the teacher droned on about some French verb conjugations, Harry leaned over your shoulder, and whispered in your ear,” Rencontrez-moi dans le placard du concierge,” His perfect French accent vibrated against your neck, and you shivered.
“What does that mean?” you ask, not turning around. You heard Harry laugh, and then reply, “You have a phone, don’t you? Use google translate,”
At that point he raised a hand; his biceps peaked out of his tight black shirt. The teacher called on him, and he politely asked to go the bathroom. Harry got up, which distracted the teacher long enough for you to pull out your phone, and quickly write in the words he had just said.
“Meet me in the Janitor’s closet,” was what he had said. You looked at your phone, confused. How the heck were you to get out of class right now? Besides the fact that Harry had just left. Wouldn’t that be noticeable? You got an idea, though, and you raised your hand.
“What?” The teacher answered, sounding aggravated that people kept interrupting her teaching. You mouthed ‘girl issues’ and her face turn sympathetic, and she waved you out of the room. Breathing a sigh of relief, you start down the hallway. The closet was near the bathrooms, so no one would be supscious of you walking that way. You were going to stop at the restroom first, to check your reflection, but just as you passed the Janitor’s closet, the door opened, and a strong arm pulled you into the little closet. The door shut, and you stared into Harry’s sparkling green eyes.
“Uh, hi,” you stutter, trying not to freak out. He was right up against you, and you just wanted to touch his whole body; but now wasn’t the time. After the teacher finished the French review, you’d have an oral exam that you’d have to complete.
“We got to be quiet- we wouldn’t want to get caught, would we?” his voice was gentle, but sounded beyond sexual. His hand traced up your leg, and you froze at the touch; it was cold, like snowflakes hitting your face on a winter day. You liked it though, it made you feel… good?
“Harry, i-i-i dont think this is the right time to do it,”
Suddenly, he smashes his lips against yours, and you sunk into the taste of his usual vanilla chapstick.
“It’s the perfect time,” he groaned between passionate kisses. He thrusts his hip into you; his v-lines were placed against your stomach.
