My Sweet Thing [Harry Potter Fanfic]

Chapter 5: A Bougey Place

AU: WARNING LEMONS

I woke up in a room, but it wasn't the room from before.

Everything was black and blurry as I laid then I got up and...

"HOLY JEZEBALLS!!!"

The room was luxurious as heck. It looked insane, none of the cheap motel poop I was used to all my life.

No more rats acting like they were my dinner guests!

No more ratty toilets filled with the same dinner guests!

I cheered, I was FREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

I laid in the luxurious high thread count gold plated bed sheets, glad to be free from the smell of pee

There was a window that overlooked the entire city, a couch made out of artisanal elephant tusks, and even more that blew my mind...

AN AQUARIUM! Filled with real LIVE SHARKS

WOAH

But wait...

Something seemed off. But I couldn't put my finger on it.

The room was nice. Too nice. And the bathroom door was locked.

I quickly grab the pistol by my bedside, and approach the door...

Then the door opened.

AND I THREW THE GUN INTO HIS EYES

"WHAT THE HECK", yelled the guy with wet hair. I didn't recognize who it was but who could it be but...

Seth Blake, a towel squeezing his neck, and steam following from the ground.

I fell on my knees. I had possibly destroyed his beautiful inexplicably coloured eyes.

"Get off the floor, that's nasty", said Seth, bandaging his eyes.

I cried, "You know what's really nasty..."

Seth looked at me with menopause in his eyes. "You're on that floor. Get off poor you're getting the hardwood dirty."

I was halfway into crying before he shooed me off. What a gentleman, so concerned about maintaining the quality of carpentry craftsmanship.

I sniffled and sat on the bed, blowing my nose into a tissue. "I didn't know you were so into wood."

He shifted my eyes before peeing into them. Then he rubbed the back of his head, "Yeah, my grandpa was a carpenter. He took so much pride in making hardwood floors. Until they switched to linoleum floors."

"I didn't know you were so down to earth." I blushed, unable to meet his gases.

"Well, my family has always worked close to the floor", he went on...

Warmth came off of his wet body. I almost forgot he was shirtless.

WARNING: LEMONS ARE COMING

I faceplant my face into the pillow, screaming.

"WHAT IS wrONG WITH YOu??????", he yelled.

"WHY AM I HERE?!!!!!!!!!!" I yelled better.

"Oh." Seth looked at me stupid. "I didn't say?"

I shook my head.

We both sat there for a good two minutes.

"So... why am I here?", I said, my butt cheeks splitting in half on the elephant tusk couch.

"Oh yeah, right. What do you remember?"

"I was born on Febuary 32-"

"NOT THAT YOU FOOL", he calmed himself down sexily, "Before you woke up here. Like an hour before."