Harry Potter Oneshots

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*this oneshot insinuâtes smut and mature content, but doesn't actually have any smut aside from mentions of it* anyways enjoy <3

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"what kind of job do you even have that you can afford all of this?" you asked ginny as you glanced around the fancy restaurant she had invited you to.

"haven't I told you already not to worry about it?" she smirked.

before you were able to react and further push the topic the waiter came with the complimentary bread and had asked for your orders.

once he was gone, ginny asked you about your most recent project. which launched a long, in-depth conversation that would catch you both up on each other's lives.

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afterwards ginny had invited you to her place. she was getting some popcorn ready so you guys can watch a movie.

"hey, is it alright if I change into something more comfortable?" you awkwardly stood by the fridge hoping she would catch on.

"oh, yeah, of course!" she said, pursing her lips in disappointment for not offering sooner. "there should be some t-shirts and sweatpants in the black dresser in my room. she pointed down the hallway, waving me off.

you nodded and quickly shuffled away. her room wasn't hard to spot as the hallway was made up of three doors, a bathroom, a closet, and a bedroom, presumably ginny's.

you promptly found her collection of oversized shirts in the top drawer. though, the sweatpants weren't in the next, so you made your way down, peaking into each drawer.

as you opened the second to last drawer, still no pants, laid a collection of toys. you immediately shut it, knowing it wasn't your place to be looking through stuff like that. but you spotted a couple tripods and recording materials before the drawer was entirely shut.

throughout finding some pants and actually getting changed, your mind kept wandering to not only absurd collection of toys, but the camera gear alongside it.

you knew it wasn't something that you should ponder over, and you tried so hard to think about anything else. yet, that's all your mind focused on for the next few hours.

as difficult as it was for you not to stare at the curve of ginny's breasts, or the length of her fingers, you couldn't stop. you wanted a normal night with a friend you haven't seen in forever, and you got stuck with images of her that you loved but left you feeling guilty.

"darling, what's wrong?" her eyebrows scrunched as she turned to you. the movie, at its climax, was paused. the sudden turn of attention startled you.

"what do you mean? just watching a movie," you shrug, hoping that you give off the impression of nonchalance. which was the exact opposite of every thought you actually had.

"yeah, well you always talk during movies. spit out whatever you're thinking. now." ginny spoke sternly but there wasn't an ounce of anger.

"I saw your drawer of stuff and I can't stop thinking about it," you mumbled, embarrassment and something a bit more exciting coursing through your veins.

her eyes trailed down to your thighs, you hoped she wouldn't notice that you had been rubbing them together.

her lips quirked, "ah, I see." ginny moved the bowl of nearly empty popcorn to the table. then, without breaking eye contact, her hand came between your thighs. "would you like to see how I make my money now? everyone would adore you."