When Amara Jane Potter isn't the little helpless girl Dumbledore wanted her to be and comes to Hogswards with her head held high destroying all his plans.
And when Aries Black comes into the picture. Its chaos everywhere.
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Amara's hair was open, and it fell all over his black silk pillow, her eyes were half closed as she moaned out her husband's name, her back arched as he continued to eat her out holding her in place.
Aries Black was devouring her like there was no tomorrow.
"Aries- I'm going to..." The young girl of fourteen let out another moan.
"Cum." He growled out.
She moaned loudly, as she reached her climax, after licking her clean he made his way up, and saw her smiling at him softly.
He then claimed her lips and she moaned at the taste, as his hand wandered down flickering her swollen pussy causing her to jump.
"You're still wet." He mumbled.
"Aries please."
"Please what?"
"Just- please... fuck me." She moaned out, as his lip trailed down her neck.
The fifteen-year-old smirked.
Aries woke up with a gasp his eyes wide open, a gasp escaped his lips his eyes wide in horror, his hair was messy.
Dreams meant nothing.
It was a stupid meaningless dream, and it meant nothing.
There was no possible way that he would ever dream of that, the relationship between Amara and him was simple, they didn't get along much but they would keep up the show, provide heirs or heiresses for their bloodlines, and raise the kids with love that is it.
That dream meant nothing.
His eyes flickered over his pillows, and he took a shaky breath and shook his head, as he tried to remove the image of her moaning out his name from under him.
His eyes flickered towards his doors, and before he knew it he got up, moving towards it, he pushed it open quietly and walked outside.
The halls of his home were lit by the moonlight giving it a beautiful look that surpassed what the Manor looked like in actual daylight.
He made his way toward Amara's room, her door was slightly ajar and a low orange light fell on the floor and the wall. He frowned and touched the handles debating whether he should go inside or let the girl be.
Then he silently pushed the door open, he wondered why he wanted to see her, he refused to acknowledge the dream, the dream had nothing to do with him wanting to see her at three a.m. in the morning.
He entered the room and the scent of lavender made him feel like he was in the dream again.
He made his way towards the girl who lay peacefully on her bed, without knowing that Aries was staring at her like she was a Goddess, her hair around in a messy manner, but he found it beautiful.
He stepped forward and touched a lock of her hair behind her ear.
Just as he retreated his hand the girl let out a whimper and shook her head, and thrashed around, her eyes remained shut as she whimpered in fear again.
Aries's eyes widened and he quickly griped her face gently, "Wake up! Amara!"
The girl gasped and opened her eyes as she frantically looked around, Aries grabbed her by her shoulders, "Amara. Calm."
The girl looked at him wide-eyed as if he was a talking fish.
"What are you doing here?" She squeaked out.
"This is my house."
"You know what I mean." She snapped, the boy glared at her coldly.
"I heard you having a nightmare." Now that wasn't exactly a lie.
The girl looked down then back up, "And since when do you care about me?" She questioned coldly.
"Have care of how you speak." He hissed at her, "I just helped you!"
"I would have woken up soon enough! You have never cared about me. So tell me why are you really here?"
He glared at her and gripped her chin pulling her face closer to his, their lips were inches apart, and her eyes widened as her cheeks tinted pink.
"You blushing already?" He questioned in a mocking tone, he pulled away "Go to sleep Amara, you have to leave early tomorrow, to reach the Weasely's house on time."
The girl rolled her eyes, she hated this, every time there were small moments in which she actually thought he cared about her, he would just prove her wrong, unknowingly crushing her heart.
"And what if I don't want to go with them?"
He turned back around grey eyes looking directly at her green eyes, she wasn't lying.
"And you want to leave your best friend alone with that pathetic muggle-born now, do you? I believe his last letter was practically begging you to be there."
"You went through my letter?"
"Obviously."
She huffed in frustration.
"And why may I ask?"
"So that I know who to send a cursed letter back to."
Amara's eyes widened, "What? Why?"
"Are you honestly this oblivious?" He questioned sitting at the edge of her bed, right next to her.
"To what?"
"To the ones who are trying to court you?"
"Why would anyone want to marry me?" She mumbled.
"You're rich." He said dryly not realising how it hurt her.
"Right." She whispered, "You can leave now, I'll try and go back to sleep again."
He stared at her, his eyes trailing her hair, and went towards her lips, then the rest of her body. He unconsciously licked his lips, his heart beating faster.
"I might not show it much but I do care about you." He breathed out moving his hand to grip a lock of her hair, twirling it slightly, and then proceed to tuck it behind her ear, his figures brushing her face and jaw, "Never forget that."
Her heart pounded loudly in her chest, she stared at him in pure shock.
He then stood up, bent down kissed her forehead softly, and then left her sitting there wide-eyed as she stared at the closed doors of her room.
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