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Wither pov 

My eyes trail to her again. She nods her head, listening to her friend talk. A piece of her hair falls on her face and she quickly tucks it behind her ear. I find myself not being able to look away. Her friend says something and a bright smile appears on her face. My knuckles go white from the grip I have on my book.

She stays smiling as her eyes wander over to mine. She holds eye contact with me for a moment then waves slightly. Her friend follows her line of sight to me and I slip behind a bookshelf to avoid any confrontation.

I look down at the book in my hands, my heart beat a little faster than normal. What in the hell is wrong with me? Why is my heart beating so fast?

I blow out a small breath, thinking back to Ender. The first time I noticed her was in class. She raised her hand to answer a question. For some reason I couldn't keep my eyes off of her. Of course I think she's attractive, but this feels different from just attraction. I can't figure out for the life of me why I'm so infatuated with her.

I shake myself out of my trance and take the longer way out of the library, so I'm not seen. I make my way to my next class, potions.

Once I make it to the class I swiftly sit down in my seat, my robes blowing behind me. I bring out some homework for other classes. I might as well finish it now while I have a bit of time.

As I'm absorbed in my work I feel a presence over me and a strong scent of lavender and parchment washes over me. I slowly look up and see Ender. She's leaning her weight onto the table, staring down at me.

"I saw you staring at me in the library. Was there something you wanted to say to me?" She smirks. That same weird feeling of infatuation falls over me again. I furrow my brows and my foot starts to tap. Why am I suddenly nervous? I never get nervous.

"No. I have nothing to say to you. Now if you'll excuse me I was doing my work. That was until you interrupted." I glare at her.

She stands up straight and holds her hands up. "I'm just asking a question hacker. No need to get defensive." She smirks at me one last time before sauntering back to her seat.

My eyes follow her as she walks back. I peal my eyes away and look down at my homework. My foot continues to tap and my mind won't focus on the work, it keeps wandering to her stupid little smirk. It's starting to make me really passed off. I never asked to be so intrigued by her. She must've put some sort of spell on me.

The teacher walks in and I put away my homework. The professor starts his lecture but my eyes, once again fall on Ender. She's not paying attention, instead she's examining the small shiny bracelet on her wrist. Her hair is falling over her face and her face is twisted in concentration.

"Did you hear me Mr. Hacker?" At the mention of my name I snap my head to the professor. He's looking at me, expecting me to say something.

"No. I don't care enough to listen." I respond, leaning back in my seat. The professor practically goes red.

"Fine then, you can be the first demonstration." He seethes through his teeth. He points to the cauldron at the front of the class. "Go up there and take a whiff. Tell us what you smell."

Everyone starts to whisper and I immediately know what potion is in that cauldron. It's common knowledge that I can't feel love because I was conceived under a live potion. So obviously, the professor wants to punish me or something and is making me tell the class what I smell in devotion potion Honestly though, I take pride in my inability to feel love so I stride right up to the cauldron.

I lean down and take a large whiff, expecting to smell nothing but I don't. I smell something fragrant until My eyes go wide as I realize who I'm smelling.

"Well? What do you smell?" The professor says. I pull myself back into my calm stature.

"Nothing. As you all knew." I roll my eyes and go back to my seat. The professor seems satisfied, thinking he's embarrassed me. Why do they let such foolish men become professors?

He starts to call other up to tell us what they smell but I'm not paying attention. Why did I smell y/n? How? She must've slipped a love potion into my drink or something. That's the only way to explain my infatuation and how I smelt her in the devotion potion.

Once the class is dismissed, I wait until Ender gets up and walks out. I follow behind her for a bit until we're in an empty hallway. "You can stop following me now Wither." She says, not looking back at me. I speed up to her and pin her to the wall. She lets out a surprised gasp.

"What did you do to me?" I ask in a low, dark voice.

"What the fuck do you mean? What's wrong with you?" She struggles under my weight.

"You. You must've slipped something in my drink. I don't know when and I don't know how but you must've. It's the only way I can explain my infatuation with you. I can't stop looking at you and every time you talk to me I get this weird feeling. That's not normal. Also, I smelt lavender and parchment in the Amortentia. Not nothing. That's impossible, so tell me what kind of spell you have me under." As I talk her eyes soften. When I finish she starts to laugh. "You think this is funny? I'll kill you."

"Oh witwit. I didn't put you under any spell. I didn't slip anything in your drink. You just have a little crush on me." She says the last part in a sing song voice.

I step away from her quickly. "You're a liar!" I point my finger at her, raising my voice.

"Honestly, I'm flattered." She starts to step closer to me. "The hacker Wither Skeleton has a crush on me." She stops only inches from me. She reaches up to straighten my tie and my breath hitches. She looks up at me through her eyelashes.

"Maybe I have a little crush on you too." Her hand goes to my shoulder and she lifts herself up on her tippy toes and kisses my cheek, her lips lingering longer than they should.

She pulls away but i quickly grab her hip and pull her back in. My other hand goes to her cheek and I lean down. Our lips brush as I stare into her eyes. "If I find out that it is a spell, trust me, you'll be very," my eyes trail down her body, "very sorry."

"Stop with the threats already and just kiss me." She breaths against my lips. Finally, our lips press together in lust and attraction.

She is my strange addiction.

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Wither Skeleton(Dominant) × Female ! Enderman (Submissive)

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