SIDE EFFECTS OF YOU- D.M (discontinued)

𝑇𝐻𝐸 𝑆𝑂𝑈𝐿 𝑂𝐹 𝐴 𝑆𝑇𝑅𝐸𝐴𝑀

Cᴜᴛ ᴍʏsᴇʟғ ᴛᴏ sʟɪᴠᴇʀs ғᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ
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Jɪɢsᴀᴡ • Cᴏɴᴀɴ Gʀᴀʏ

O N Y X D O L O H O V:

Fred Weasley had brown eyes; I never knew he had brown eyes. he stared at me from across the Great hall. Occasionally looking over to his brother George and pretending to be interested in whatever they're talking about.

Draco had his hand lightly laid on my thigh. It was so light I could barely feel the metal of his rings. I loved the way Draco touched me as if I was 1000 Galleons. But I loved how Fred looked at me as if I was the world resting in his hands.

"Hey, what's up?" Draco said, trying to meet my eyes and tightening his hold on my leg (which was shaking up and down out of nervousness.) "what happened?" he looked at me scarcely as if he was afraid he did something.

I wanted to answer him, but my attention was taken by Fred moving his head to the side, signaling he wanted to go somewhere. . .with me. Did he want to go somewhere with me?

"Yea, yea, I- I just need to go to the restroom," I whispered as I got up, letting Draco's hand fall off my thigh. I looked over to where free once sat to see he was already up and halfway out of the great hall.

As I walked out of the great hall, I felt Ron Weasley's judgment from across the room. My stomach filled with butterflies, which felt more like wasps than anything.

I turned the corner and was immediately pulled by the arms of Fred Weasley and was pushed gently against the wall. He peppered kisses all over her face working his way down to her neck and lightly sucking.

"We- we need to go somewhere else," I said as my breathing sped up.

"You're right," he said in response yet didn't make any effort to move.

"Just wait in till Albus hears about this!" A voice said from the end of the corridor, causing our heads to turn. Flinch stood tall: almost as if he was proud of himself for finding us.

"Shit," Fred said, grabbing my hand and pulling me down the hall fast in an attempt to get away from him.

our laughs echoed as well as the sound of our racing feet until we made it to the Girls restroom just a short walk from the transfiguration classroom (which was Draco's first class of the day)

I couldn't help but think about what might happen if Draco were to find us. What would he do? It's not like we ever said we were together. We only had sex once. . .and then not that long ago, I gave him head in the snow. But that doesn't mean we're together. Does it?

I could barely finish my fucking thought before Fred got onto his knees and pushed me against a wall—hard.

His hands snaked under my shirt and held my breast in his hands, and he kissed my stomach before moving his hands down to the waistband of her skirt before looking up at her with a certain innocence in his eyes that made me feel worth everything good.

"Do you mind? Onyx," he said, adding on my name after his question almost as if he was trying to prove that he knew her and not just her body.

I gave permission and tried my hardest not to linger on the fact I sounded like a desperate little skank who hadn't been touched in her entire life.

He pulled my skirt down along with my underwear and let them pool around my ankles. He put his hands back on my breasts and started to suck on my clit. My back arched, and a gasping moan escaped my mouth.

I tried my hardest not to grind my hips against his face, but it was almost impossible. On other man or woman could never top the things this man could do with his tongue.

My hands laced in his hair hand I tugged just a little before he moaned into me and whispered for me to go harder.

"Freddie—I'm gonna-"

"Go ahead" he tightened his grip on my breasts just seconds before I finished on his tongue. "Good girl"

I giggled a little as I came down from my high, and pure euphoria coursed through my veins and made a bed in my blood.

Fred slowly stood and wiped my wetness off his face and stuck his fingers into his mouth.

I could tell breakfast had finished from several students running down the hall with peals of fake ass laughter. Their laughs were fake, just like them, yet it made me jealous. I want to laugh like that.
Even if it's fake, I want to laugh.

People started walking into the bathroom, not paying attention and giving Fred and me enough time to run into one of the stalls and hide.

"You got a tampon? Pad?" Some girl asked with a bitchy tone. "Oh, come on! So out of all these girls, no one has anything?"

Her footsteps got closer and closer to the stall we hid in before the lock started shaking.

"Who the hell is in here?" She said as if there weren't five more stalls available.

"Lavender?" Fred and I looked at each other with furrowed eyebrows. Why the fuck would Lavender Brown be the first person to come to her mind?

"not in there..." a girl said with a shaking voice. Fred and my eyes widened with horror. Was she in her the whole time?

"Girl, you've been in here for twenty minutes!" The girl said in a judgmental tone.

"Yea, Yea, Sorry just...stomach problems."

D R A C O M A L F O Y:

Transfiguration has never been my strong suit. I would usually sleep in this class, but I couldn't today, considering my mind was on her. It's always on her; She is a drug, and I am an addict addicted not just to the drug itself but the aftertaste and side effects.

Every moment without her, I felt empty.

I'm lost without my high.

I am no one without my drug.

That's when I realized.

I love her.

I love her, and we aren't even together.

I love her.

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