sekkritaus | Hogwarts / Wizarding World AU

She half-wishes he wouldn't say that shit to her. Shit like I really like you, Andy. Because the terrible truth of the matter is that she knows very well she's liked him more than she should for a long while now — more than best friends are supposed to — and has been more than happy to ignore it. The only thing stronger than her fist is her denial, and the last thing she wants is to ruin a good thing with the one person on God's green earth that she gives a single damn about.

She has no one else. No family — none that she can remember — and no real friends. And she was fine with that, until Poe Dameron came along.

The worst part is, she wants it. She wants to say yes. And when she looks up at him, all earnest and flushed, the affection that swells in her chest just makes it worse. It's stupid, and she's stupid — stupid for crushing so hard on him, for caring about his feelings and whether or not some stupid kid says some stupid stuff about his parents. She's got to nip this in the bud before she gets in over her head. Before she does or says something she can't fucking take back.

But then she opens her mouth and only two words come out. A little too quiet and entirely too honest.

"Yeah. Okay."

He watches the conflict in her expression and writes his next argument in his head while she thinks. So when she finally speaks, he rushes in right after.

“I mean it Andy, I’m not joking, I—“

But then her actual words filter in and he stops in his tracks, looking dumbfounded.

“Oh.”

Then, a little more filtering and he blinks in surprise.

“Oh!” A warm tingling surge rushes right through his, and he practically jumps two feet forward, dragging his chair up to her. His eyes are bright and shining.

“Yeah? You mean it?”

"Shh."

She quickly puts a hand over his mouth when he pulls up close to her, nodding her head in the direction of their professor, who is, thankfully, an unnaturally deep sleeper. Assured that he isn't going to celebrate so loudly as to wake the man, she lets her hand fall away. Funny how she has this stupid urge to kiss him when he looks at her like that, his eyes all bright and wide.

"I mean it," she answers lowly, a twinge of wryness touching her voice when she half plays it off, "Who the fuck else would I be dating anyway?"

“Well, no one, obviously,” he says, a giant grin on his face that had appeared there once she lowered her hand. He shuffled a little closer to her on the edge of his seat. “Except maybe Takara if she let you.”

He wet his lips, his eyes still shining, then cast a glance back to the professor.

“You know, I bet I could figure out how to cast a Silence charm...”

She gives him a skeptical little once-over, like she knows exactly where his imagination is going.

"Why, you worried one of us is about to make too much noise?" she retorts, leaning towards him in a way that's half a challenge. "You know a Silence charm won't matter if he wakes up on his own anyway, right?"

But she isn't saying no. Definitely not saying that. Not with the way her eyes have dropped to his mouth like it's the most interesting thing she's seen all night.

“I think I want to make do on my debt right now,” he replied with a grin. “And then again later when I can actually hear it the moment I blow your mind.”

He sticks a hand into his robes and pulls out his wand, giving her a salacious wink.

“Is it my fault if I want to see my girlfriend come right now?” He whispered, a little thrill running down his spine at the idea. His girlfriend. His girlfriend.

She rolls her eyes a little when he winks at her, as if they both don't know she's a bit charmed by it.

"You've seen that before. Lots of times," Andy points out dryly. She's not wrong either — even as just friends, she's never been subtle or patient on that front — but hell, she's never been anybody's girlfriend before, so who can say if it will be different somehow? "Are you going to keep going out of your way to use that word?"

It's almost cute, how pleased he seems with it. Like he's accomplished some big thing. If she focuses on that — on her affection for him, how it warms her, and how she wants him — then whatever other festering doubts she has about it all get a little quieter.

"Absolutely. At literally every opportunity." He felt so god damn giddy with it that he didn't think he was ever going to come down off that high.

Then he raised his wand, ran his tongue over his lips with a very deliberate motion, and murmured: "Silencio."

Instantly, it was like Poe's ears were suddenly full of cotton. The only thing he could hear was the thump of his heart, pushing blood (very quickly) through him.

I'm going to fuck you so hard, later, He told Andy, and he could feel his throat working, could feel the air being pushed from his lungs. But no sound. Well, whether she could read lips or not didn't really matter. He followed up the silent statement by surging forward, taking the clumsy, hard kiss that he'd been holding himself back from since the very instant she said Okay.

Well, she's no expert, but there's a few words in there that are hard to mistake for anything else, even if you can't read lips. He kisses her hard enough for her to get the gist anyway — hard enough to take her breath away, stifling the eager little noise she makes that neither of them can hear anyway. Her arms go around his shoulders automatically, just like they always do, drawing him in close as she gives him a little hint of teeth.

Without any extra encouragement, she's already widening the spread of her thighs, opening the space between them underneath her robes in blatant invitation.

He's almost falling off the edge of his seat, he's slid so far forward, and he presses a hand into her spine to pull her up closer against him. He can feel, rather than hear, when her knees move, and he breaks the kiss for just a second to glance down. He can't see anything, obviously, save for the widening dark cavern created by her robes, but that's enough to make a thump of arousal head straight for his groin.

He does't exactly waste time, either, slipping his free hand down between her legs, the robes and skirt both riding up as his arm drags the fabric with it. He kisses her again, a little sloppily, as his fingers find her panties and start rubbing the outside of them.

He has, at least, been practising this. Most often with Andy herself, but there are a few other girls he's fingerbanged lately. Partly to practice for Andy, not that he'd tell anyone that. But he doesn't need to do that any more. He doesn't want to do that any more.

He speaks, and there's no sound, but the vibration hums silently between their lips. I don't want anyone other than you. I just want you, Andy."

She's easy, she doesn't need much technique — it's enough to get her hot for it, just to feel his hand slip up under her skirt, brushing the insides of her thighs before rubbing up against the thin fabric of her panties. Practice makes perfect, sure, but it's good enough for her that it's him, his hand between her legs and his mouth pressed to hers. That alone probably speaks volumes — but she'd rather kiss the shape of her name and the word want off his lips than dwell on it.

Andy shifts a little closer to the edge of her chair, opening her knees wider as she leans to kiss him harder, one hand thoughtlessly tangling in the thick hair at the back of his head and pulling, just a bit — just enough to strain the roots.

Fucking show me. Without his spell, the words would have been a low mutter, rough around the edges like her voice always gets when he's got her turned on. Touch me.

He groans, the sound silent but the vibration reverberating between them as he hooks his pinky and ring fingers into her panties and tugs them to the side, rubbing two fingers against her while his thumb starts rubbing a little too high above her clit. But it presses down further, slowly building pressure that just brushes the hood of her clit before backing off. Then again, a little lower, as two fingers slowly start to run between the lips, dipping a little into the slick heat he found there.

It was a lot more teasing than getting there had been, and he hummed against her lips.

There's so much tension already wound up in her thighs that they're practically quivering, everything going taut below her waist just at the barest touch of his fingers. Unconsciously, her fingers twist tighter in his hair, her kiss getting a little distracted — enough for there to be an unintentional hint of teeth from her impatience. She feels the way those two fingers dip just barely inside her — and she rocks her hips in response, bracing her feet against the floor as she tries to push herself back onto his fingers and slip them in a little further.

She can tell he's been practicing. This is a far cry from their first time, all quick and clumsy and flustered.

He flushes with pride as he feels her rocking her hips, as her kisses get distracted. Yeah, that's right. He's going to make her come so hard she doesn't even know what to do with herself, he decides, and he lets her take what she wants. Lets his fingers slip deeper, and he can't help but give a soft moan against her lips as he feels just how warm and wet she is, how easy his fingers push deep insider her.

Fuck, Andy, you drive me crazy, he accuses soundlessly. Any kind of slow building intent is dashed - he just goes right for it, thrusting his fingers insider of her with a rapid, demanding pace.

She can't hear the sloppy wet sound that his fingers must be making as he shoves them into her again and again — but she can feel how easy it is, how easy her arousal makes it, and maybe there's not much finesse in getting off like this, but she doesn't really give a damn either. It doesn't matter, because she's half way there already, tight around his fingers and rocking back against his hand so shamelessly that she's barely even sitting in her chair anymore.

Their sleeping professor has been completely forgotten. There's only Poe, for her — Poe's silent words uttered against her lips, Poe's stupidly handsome face as she stares at him, eyes dark and half-mast — Poe's fingers, slamming into her obscenely, driving her towards the edge of her orgasm, working her there almost too fast —

Fuck. Fuck. Thank Merlin that Poe can cast a competent charm. Because the noise she makes would have been loud enough to wake the entirety of Gryffindor house without it. Her head falls back when she starts to shake, twitching around his fingers inside her as the motion of her hips becomes rhythmless and jerky.

Poe groaned, grinning with victory as he felt her come apart. He rides it out, trying to pull every last shudder and twitch from her before she draws still, and then he slides backwards, smirking like a cat that just got the creme, and proceeds to lick clean each of his fingers while staring at her.

He casts a glance back at the professor, still soundly sleeping, and picks up his wand with his other hand.

A flick later, and suddenly the room feels loud. It's not, of course, but there's nothing like being aware of the volume of supposed silence when you've been living under its true weight.

Poe grinned at her.

"You're going to get it, later," He promised, the hard on under his robs making them tent over his lap, but he didn't move to adjust it.

It's a good thing that their professor is such a fucking deep sleeper, because even after all the background noise comes rushing back, Andy's still a little flushed and trying to catch her breath, her chest still rising and falling with the effort of it as she watches him with heavy-lidded eyes — lingering first on that grin then dropping pointedly downward to the tent in his robes.

"Don't think about it too hard," she taunts wryly, finally smoothing her skirt back down and turning to sit back in her seat properly. "Or you won't last until later."

"Like I won't be able to deal with you even if I do," He replied smugly, and grabbed his crotch to wag it at her.

Which of course is when the Professor woke up.

"Mister Dameron," The prim voice rang out. "What exactly do you think you're doing?"

Poe immediately turned a shade of red and hastily returned to his seat.

"Nothing, sir," he said hastily. The professor glared at him for several minutes while Poe pretended to write, and then huffed and went back to his own work, before Poe turned his head to flash Andy another grin and a wink.

[ The rest of their detention passes without further incident — though once their professor dismisses them, the two troublemakers may or may not hurry out of the room a little too eagerly. They barely make it halfway down the hall before Andy's pulling at Poe's robes, tugging him into the shadow of an alcove none too gently. Her hands are on him in an instant, pushing their way through layers of fabric to try and find an inch of bare skin. ]

Hey. [ She nudges her nose against his jawline, pressing a kiss to the pulse in his throat as she murmurs a bit of fond mockery: ] You still hard for me, Mister Dameron?

Hogwarts / Wizarding World AU

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