Forever And Always | D.M

Chapter 29

As the days pass, the weight on my shoulders feels heavier than ever. It's been eight months since Harry, Hermione, and Ron went on their mission to take down Voldemort. We all knew it was a dangerous one, but it didn't make it any easier to wait for their return. Every day feels like an eternity, and every night I go to bed with a knot in my stomach, wondering if they're okay.

The stress has been taking its toll on everyone. We try to go about our daily lives as normally as possible, but it's hard when the fate of the wizarding world hangs in the balance. The constant worry and uncertainty have made it difficult to focus on anything else. I can see the stress lines etched into the faces of my fellow students, and the teachers seem to be carrying a heavier burden than usual.

To make matters worse, Dumbledore's absence has left a gaping hole in our hearts and in the school itself. His wisdom and guidance were what held us together, and without him, everything feels off-kilter. I still can't believe that Professor Snape is now the headmaster. It feels wrong, like a betrayal. I know that Dumbledore trusted him, but I can't help feeling like we're in even more danger than before.

The classes are still running, but they're not the same. The air in the halls is thick with tension, and the mood in the classrooms is somber. We're all just going through the motions, waiting for news of Harry and the others.

I try to distract myself from the constant worry by throwing myself into my studies and spending time with my friends. But even that feels empty without Harry, Hermione, and Ron. The laughter and camaraderie we once shared are now replaced with a sense of unease and fear.

I know that I'm not the only one feeling like this. The whole school is on edge, and we're all just waiting for something to happen. We're waiting for news of Harry, Hermione, and Ron, waiting for the final battle with Voldemort, waiting for everything to go back to the way it was before.

But deep down, I know that it will never be the same again. The scars of this war will last for generations, and we'll always carry the weight of what we've been through. All we can do is hold on to hope and keep fighting, even when it feels like the odds are against us.

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Walking into the Great Hall, my eyes quickly scanned the room, looking for a place to sit. That's when I saw them. Pansy was sitting on Draco's lap, playing with his hair while he looked at her with a contented smile on his face. I felt my heart drop as I realized what I was seeing. It was clear that they were together, and I couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy.

As I made eye contact with Draco, I quickly looked away, feeling embarrassed. I turned on my heel and ran out of the Great Hall, not wanting to be seen by anyone. I felt the tears streaming down my face as I tried to keep my emotions in check. I couldn't believe that I had been so blind, so foolish to think that Draco ever cared about me.

Once I made my way down the corridor, I spotted Fred and George, laughing and joking around as usual. I took a deep breath and approached them, trying to hide my tears. Fred noticed me first, and his face immediately softened as he saw the tears in my eyes.

"Sofia, what's wrong?" he asked, concern etched on his face.

I didn't answer him, but instead pulled him into an empty, unoccupied classroom, desperate for some privacy. Once we were alone, I turned to him and without any more hesitation, I grabbed him and pulled him into a passionate kiss. His lips were soft and warm against mine, and I felt the emotions that I had been trying to hold back all day come flooding out.

His strong hands quickly found their way around my waist, lifting me and seating me on the desk, my legs slightly hanging off. His touch was gentle yet demanding as he squeezed my side. His slender fingers glided up my upper thigh, sending tingles of pleasure throughout my body. His touch grew bolder as he caressed the top of my tights, eliciting a moan from my lips as my wetness increased with each passing second. His lips curved into a smirk as he felt my pleasure.

"Better stay quiet for me Mikaelson," He whispers, leaning me over the table more.

His hand firmly holds my waist while his other snakes it's way beneath my tights. His deft fingers toy with my red lace underwear, slightly ripping the fabric as he pulls them down. His fingertips massage me tantalizingly above my underwear, making small circles around my clit. I tilt my head back, biting my lip to suppress a moan of pleasure.

"Look at me." Fred groaned in exasperation as I complied with his request and turned to face him.

He crashes his lips onto mine hungrily, letting his tongue explore my own passionately. I feel his length brush against my leg only making me crave him more and more. He continues kissing me fervently, letting his hand now finally make its way under my underwear slowly.

His fingers are long and well-versed. He pulls away from the kiss making sure to watch me closely. In a matter of seconds, he is inside of me. His fingers gradually gain momentum before he adds another.

He curves his fingers in fast motions. My back arches in utter bliss. I let out a moan, only causing him to go in and out of me harder. I'm dripping from his fingers. I can feel my release only seconds away.

He kisses my neck, letting his tongue travel down its side before coming back up to face me. I moan once more. His mouth is quick to cover my own. I cum on his fingers, letting myself take in the sweet release of climaxing.

Carefully he removes his fingers from me, drawing them up to his mouth. He wastes no time licking up my release, his jaw clenches tightly as a stifled groan leaves his mouth. I sit gasping, taking in what just happened. The dripping mess between my legs aches from his work.

"My turn," I say confidently as I carefully step off the desk.

He eagerly lets me unzip his pants, as I gaze intently at his hard length coming to life. My tongue finds the top of his head, allowing a delightful taste of pre-cum to be the first thing I savor.

As I lower myself further, his head rolls back and a throaty moan escapes his lips. "Fuck, Sofia," he whispers, filled with ecstasy.