First Life: The Wizard Prince & The Half-Blood Prince | Covert Romance

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JAMES POTTER

"What's wrong with you, Potter, are you mad?" Severus says coyly.

The need and desire to put him in his place overtakes me momentarily. I've never imagined my perfect lips meshing with his. Hell, I've never even kissed somebody before, my first, everything was meant to be shared with Lily Evans—only, nobody else. I have every right to be mad, but what's done is done. If he finds this to be something funny, I'm going to do my worst.

This degree of humiliation is something that, should the marauders discover it, will cause chaos. Instead of responding to him verbally, I pressed my left hand against his half-hardened length, and it made him shudder. He smacked my hand away, straightened his back, and gave me the look I expected.

His tough boy glare.

"D–Don't touch me, Potter!" Severus shouted,

I'm not sure if it was the rage that's been building inside of me, but I feel compelled to reach out and touch him, bringing our lips to connect. I kept my eyes fixed on his, and even when he tried to pull away, my hands would always take a firm hold of his head, deepening and intensifying the kiss.

I planted lustful kisses on his lips, pulling off his white shirt and ripping at the gray skirt till it fell on the ground. Earlier, he was attempting to wipe my memories of this incident, which I had knocked out of his hand in response to my anger. Keeping the wand in my viewpoint. I broke the kiss to retrieve the wand.

I realized that the Gryffindor cloak I was wearing was actually mine, which meant that my possessions were still enchanted within my sleeve. I pulled out a small object, and Severus stepped back a bit while I waved his wand over it and used the extension charm to reveal the tent.

"The ministry of magic forbids the usage of—"

"Giving me a lecture, are you, Snivellus?"

Taking a step toward him, I plant a hand on either side of his hips, my left hand sliding underneath his right thigh.

"What are you doing, Potter?" Severus says emotionlessly.

I don't respond, I just lift him up and enter the tent, bringing him towards the nearest comforter, which is a couch. His little guy twitches against my stomach at my belly button, and his pale ghostly face turns completely red.

I mean, I'm not in love with him, obviously, but my body functions. It's just an experiment.

I'm confident that things will return to normal and that this will not last for long; all I need to do is cast the obliviate spell on him before he can cast it on me.

Severus quivers a bit when I touch him, and those tiny tremors give off an air of power that I radiate. I'm not sure what it is about Severus, but something inside of me flicked a switch, giving me a sense of authority and control that only I have. All I know is that I'm truly enjoying the view beneath me.

"Spread your legs, Snivellus," I murmur.

Leaning forward, I tear off my already drenched boxer, and my large length springs out, Severus shakes his head as his eyes acknowledge that I am the one in triumph, not him.

"Give me back my wand, Potter," Severus demanded.

A grin splits across from my face as I measure his wand next to my wizard dick.

"13.5 inches, Ebony with Dragon Heartstring" I whispered,

Severus's back slid down from the couch and trembled, as I leaned in and pressed my lips against his, shifting his legs apart so I could examine his anatomy.