(Various!Harry Potter x F!Reader) (REWRITTING IN PROGRESS)
↳❝𝐘𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐠𝐨, 𝐈 𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐚 𝐛𝐨𝐲 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞𝐬.❞
It all began with an acceptance letter that you discovered the world of wizardry and witc...
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DO YOU LOVE ME?
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"[Name]."
You sneezed.
"Bless you," a boy chuckled. "How adorable."
The hair on the back of your head went rigid, and you quickly closed your thoughts from other prying minds. You turned around to see the head boy of Slytherin— or otherwise, your lover. Your heart nearly jumped out of you from his presence, and you were brisk to give him a lovely smile.
"Hello there. Is there anything I could do for you?" you hum.
"Your time." With his long strides, he was able to get to you in just a few steps. "I simply want to see my little lady."
"I suppose we could spare a little." You smiled when you felt his hand brush against your cheek and saw him lean down for a peck on your lips. You could see how his eyes turned into slits for a second, but you chose to ignore it as you gingerly traced the outlines of his jaw.
He was tall and handsome, savvy even. Your lover was considered a prodigy at Hogwarts— a favorite by many too. He appeared helpful, sometimes kind and timid, a potent wizard with a bright future. He also tends to be very persuasive, winning anyone's favor with little to no time.
But you knew what he was like behind his closed doors, only seeing his seductiveness when he was in his element. You considered him your lover, yet his version of love is like a snake wrapped around your neck. Perhaps it was that seductiveness behind his eyes that made you give away your heart, a decision you now deeply regret. You don't know how long you could go far with a man like him. He already has your heart in his palm. What's the possibility of him dropping it and stopping it to pieces?
His eyes kept you drawn into him, his touch, his actions.
Maybe you haven't learned your lesson yet. But time will only tell your future.
"[Name]," he breathed against your ear, his arms tightly wrapped around your waist like a snake. "Do you love me?"
"Yes."
You wanted to say the opposite.
"Then why don't you say it." He pulled back, tilting your chin up with his hand. "Say it. Say you love me."
As you stared into his captivating eyes, you knew you were in too deep. No matter how much you want to leave, you can't. You knew he wouldn't let you do so. Even as he started removing your clothing and caressing every inch of your skin, you knew you couldn't refuse him.
"Say you love me," he whispered. You could feel his hot breath tickling your neck. "That you'll always be by my side as I pursue my ambitions, that you'll always remain loyal, that you would never dare refuse your lord— that you are mine, and mine alone."
You felt his hands tighten more. It's suffocating.
