✓COMPLETED✓
"Don't tell me it's a sin to love him instead of her.
Seriously, I mean look at him!"
Basically your traditional Wizarding World Marauders Era love story between two couples with a few twists.
Twists include lycanthropy, bicuriousity tur...
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The sensation was one that was highly unfamiliar and foreign. And I loved it. His smooth lips moved in perfect sync with mine. His hands took their rightful place at the back of my neck. He knew me well enough to not mess my hair up, that's love. After Lily's immediate gasp that I couldn't find the need to care about, we continued kissing in blissful silence before they hastily returned to interrupt my ecstasy. Gasp after gasp was elicited around my mini heaven. I still hadn't taken my lips off his and I wasn't planning to. Unfortunately though, the anatomy of the human body didn't allow me to breathe while making out. Hell with the guy who invented the human body. I mean I loved mine but still! So due to the little bitch that is respiration, I pulled away with a quivering lip and took a deep breath, not taking my eyes off his for even a second, but he wasn't having any of it and pulled me into a sequel. And by Merlin, it was just as heavenly as the first, if not better. With each second, we grew needier and impatient. I would've undressed then and there if I wasn't so sure McGonagall would curse me six ways to Sunday.
What felt like decades, which was still way too short for me, finally ended and we were forced to stop traumatising the closeted homophobes for life.
And then it got a little, just a little, super weird.
Because what do you do after that?
What happens after the climax has been climaxed?
What happens after the big ending has already ended and you're left standing awkwardly in the middle of the crowd of the most judgemental people ever to walk the face of the Earth: a high schooler. Not to mention I was caught in the act and that act was a make out session between two guys. Not an ideal situation, for either of us. What on Earth are they thinking, are they judging us?
"What now. Any ideas?"
"Not a clue. You?"
"I mean the obvious option is run?"
"Darn it, I really hate running." I chuckled at the suspense, recalling all the stories he told me off his exercise routine and the horrors it brought. That's when I realised nothing fucking mattered right now. I didn't care how tonight would end up: embarrassment or some other bad things that I'm too nervous to think about right now. Back to the point. It wouldn't matter what the outcome would be because at the end of the day, I would have Remus, James, Peter, Lily, Alice and everyone else I cared about so it didn't matter what anyone else thought or did because fuck them. Like honestly. "But we might need to leave before McGonagall gives us detention for PDA, so we should like definitely leave now because she is most definitely walking toward us right now.
"I mean I wouldn't mind spending a night with McG if you don't?"
"So you wouldn't mind getting caught? Wow, I guess I'm rubbing off on you." He smirked at me after I commented on the situation.
"Stop acting innocent, you are just as bad as the rest of us, Mister Goody Two-Shoes." I retorted clumsily. "But I'd love to rub off on you." He raised his eyebrows at the intended sexual phrase. I really hope he liked it, because it was fully the truth.
"Astronomy Tower?"
"Hell yes."
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