Bewitched ║ H. J. P oneshots

Professor (pt. 1)

TW: age gap & underage drinking (slightly mature content)

"Sweetheart, can I get you a drink?" a man who was at least twice her age came to her side, sending her what he thinks would be a seductive look.

"Sure," Y/n answered coldly. She would never turn down a free drink. And she's a witch, she could easily send him flying across the room if anything unwanted happens. These muggles are no threat.

The man gestures to the bartender for two drinks. "What brings you here, pretty girl?" he asked, turning to her, smiling.

"My cat shot itself 'cause it forgot to water the plant," Y/n said as if it was true.

The man laughed, "You're funny. I like that."

He continued to ask her things while she finishes her drink, answering his stupid questions with stupid answers. Once her glass was finished and Y/n felt like she could dance again, she excused herself, "Thanks for the drink, but I have to go."

"What?" the man quickly stood up and grabbed her wrist.

Y/n pulled herself out of his grip, "I'll charge you for assault. My father's a lawyer."

The man scoffed, "How dare you little bitch!" he yelled but backed away. There's always perks to having a lawyer parent.

Y/n shook her head, beginning to feel dizzy. Perhaps dancing wouldn't be such a great idea now. She walked towards the room behind the red curtained archway to find a place to rest from all the noise, passing a couple all over each other.

Merlin, she missed her boyfriend. Well, ex-boyfriend. Not really, he was shit but he did give her what she needed. He graduated last year, and cheated on her with someone from his new job. She groaned as she tried to push the memory away.

He wasn't the reason why she was there to commit the crime of underage drinking though. She just didn't know what to do. It was going to be her last year at Hogwarts, yet she still has no clue what to do after. After the war, she told herself that she wouldn't really mind just living as a muggle after her Hogwarts years. Her mother needs someone to help her run her stationary shop as well, and she knew she is smart enough to get into a muggle law school and follow her dad's footsteps.

Y/n entered the room, only to find a few familiar faces inside, playing pool. Though she didn't know who exactly they are.

She stumbled over the coffee table. It was then that she realised she may have drank too much.  She simply sat on the nearest bench as she rubbed her hands into her face.

"Are you alright?" a man with glasses came by to check on her.

"Yeah, don't mind me," she quickly said. His face is so familiar. She swore she had seen him before. "Hm. Do I know you?"

Harry furrowed his brow, "I don't think so."

"Weird," Y/n said. She may be a little tipsy but she was sober enough to stand back up and observe him closer.

Harry only stood in place, as she examined him. He had just finished his last interview for the new Defense against the Dark Arts professor at Hogwarts. He thought he did bad so he came to play with Dean, Seamus and Ron to distract himself.

"Wanna watch us play?" Seamus asked Y/n. "We don't know who you are but you can join us if you want. I'm currently playing against the red hair guy."

"Ron," Ron said, waving to her awkwardly.

Y/n smiled at him before returning her gaze back at Harry, no longer trying to remember who he was. Then her eyes caught the last guy's eyes behind him. "So you two are not playing right now?"

"No," Dean shook his head.

"Good, cause I need someone to help me with something right now," Y/n said boldly. She was the kind to shove her frustrations into guys and  her fleshy desires.

"Oh?" Dean raised a brow, a smirk forming on his face.

Harry knew too what 'help' she meant, but he chose to calmly step back. He had just broken it off with Ginny two weeks ago, and it would be too soon to hook up with another girl in front of Ron who was already glaring at him. "I'm sure Dean would be able to do that."

Shame. She thought, but the other guy also seems promising.

Dean stood up and walked towards Y/n, "If it's that kind of help then—"

His words were quickly cut off by Y/n's lips. Dean was quick to return the kiss right then and there. Y/n pulled away for a second, "I'm Y/n. It's a pleasure to meet you."

"Pleasure indeed," Dean said, kissing her again.

"Get a room you two!" Seamus yelled.

"Shut up Finnigan," Dean said in between kisses. It was getting more and more heated between the two strangers. Y/n didn't mind if she was putting on a show for the other three, she wouldn't meet them ever again anyway.

Dean ran his hands down Y/n's thighs, picking her up and placing her on the higher table. He continued to snog her confidently. He is the one who usually does these among the other three.

Ron grimaced at the sight, he was never a big fan of seeing his friends snogging, despite making them go through it in his sixth year. So he continued to just focus on his game. Seamus did he same as well, though for a different reason.

Harry, on the other hand, was quite enjoying it. Shame Ron was there or he would've gladly taken up the position of Dean. Harry sat down, drinking his whiskey as he watched.

A sudden sound of a phone call filled the room. Y/n pushed Dean away and picked it up, "Ah, shit. Sorry, I gotta go."

Dean stepped back and nodded, biting back his frustration coning from down there.

Y/n then left the room, looking back at none other than Harry for a slight second before disappearing to the other side of the curtain.

"Shit," Dean groaned.

"That's what you get from being greedy, Thomas," Seamus piped in.

Harry grinned as he walked toward him. "Better fix that," he joked as he patted his friend's shoulders.

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Inspired by a deleted story which had been discontinued. Gonna be a few parts for this.

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