You wake up in your abusive family home.you put on your Logan Paul merchandise, eyeliner, and brush your <3 Yellow <3 teeth and walk out the door. Before you could reach the end of your driveway, your "Mom" stops you."y is there a bird on your shirt sweetie" "SHUTUP MOM, its LOGAN PAUL."You race away crying, how could your mom do that to you? You have always knew you were magic since you were tiny little baby mush eater! And your family always told you hide it, but once you got a letter from Hogwarts, you forced them to let you go.you finally arrive after a long trip, looking at the huge building, you cry tears of happiness.You were quickly all assigned to go to one big room and sit. Next to you were 2 hunky ginger human beings. "I'm George and i'm fryed!" They say, you wanted to play hard to gite, so you flipped your long curly hair away. Dumbledore then started to call out named of the children in the room. "Jesoisica Smith!" you hear them say, your name was unique, but you hated it. "CALL. ME. JESSIE." the whole room filled with children gasped, they knew you were different, quirky, and they all liked that. they put a dumb hat on your head, that said you were griffin door, you wanted slytherin because you were more on the emo side, but you knew you'd get closer to that famous scar kid with circle glasses. He was hunk. afterwards, you went to your common room. It was gorg and you took many pictures with your vintage Polaroid camera. Harpy Potter *Harry who was eating popcorn at the time, noticed me and thought I was VERY cute. He tried shooting his shot, but you turned him down. You knew playing hard to get was the way to get boys. Your beat up converse dragged along the floors as I walked to my first class, then Draco stopped me. "Hey bad girl, lets ditch class..." he was cute, but not as cute as Harry, so you threw your converse at him and spit in his eye, you knew he would come crawling back because playing hard to get was key. Your class with Snape was going very well, Snape winked at you like 7 times. you don't think people understand how hard it is to be the only cute bad girl at Hogwarts! afterwards, Harry came up to you AGAIN. "Honey I know you want me..." he said, biting his upper lip aggressively. The hair stood up on your legs. "Harry..." you say, "Lets ditch all our classes today."3 hours later.. harry is biting your earlobe hotly at taco bell for every jealous girl to see. You just came back from watching the Logan Paul and Ksi fight, he was trying to make you feel better after Logan lost. He was your soilmate and everyone at Hogwarts knew it. You snuck into his room later that night with the invisibility cloak, there he touched your cheek, you looked into his HOT eyes, just to impress you he was wearing a Maverick hat and beautiful eyeliner that made him look like a cover boy. He took off his baggy sweatpants and Melanie Martinez shirt. you both exchanged shoulder rubs which made herpe potter VERY happy ;) *HARRY *HARRY PUT *HARRY. The next day you wake up in DRACOS BED!? WHAT!? You were soooo confused. "Jessie, baby, I saw you sleeping with hearpeay potter and I couldn't let that happen..soo... hi babe..." you knew this was wrong, but holy zooms ahoy he looked so bad in that moment, he was completely undressed (mom dont read this) (stop read ) and you saw HIS ABSOLUTELY THICK behind. Cutie... you winked at him and rushed out. You wanted to hang by the forbidden forest. when you suddenly started pushing out a baby, YOU WERE PREGNATED? You pushed and pushed until the baby came out, it had a scar on its 5- head, so you KNEW IT WAS HARRYS. (shoulder rub is how you get preg in story) you then ran away from hogwarts just for a little bit to get butter beer with snape.. you told him the story and of course he was jealous but understood, he was wearing Logan Paul merch, infact, every boy was wearing Logan Paul merch to impress you. ugh. being pretty is hard. (To be continued.)
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Harry Potter x Reader (RAUNCHY)
Romance*RAUNCHY WARNING* Read this short story and fall in love with the hot boys of Hogwarts.