14 Results in the "One Shot" category
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The library was nearly empty at this hour. Most eighth-years were at dinner or holed up in the common rooms, enjoying their Friday evening freedom. Harry sat in their usual alcove, tucked away in the Restricted Section where Hermione had convinced Madam Pince to grant them research access. His Charms textbook lay open in front of him, but he wasn’t reading it. Hermione knelt between his legs, her head bobbing steadily as she worked his cock with practiced skill. Her school robes were gone, left in…-
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Harry hated Malfoy Manor. The place reeked of old money and older grudges. Walking up that long gravel path felt like swallowing glass, but Kingsley had been clear. The Ministry needed that artifact. The Malfoys had it. Someone had to negotiate. Lucky fucking him. The house elf led him through corridors he remembered from nightmares. Different now, in daylight. No screaming. No Bellatrix. “Mistress will see you in the private study,” the elf squeaked, gesturing to a door Harry had never seen…
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The Gremlin’s Plan (Persona 5)
Ren was tired. Not the dramatic kind where he’d collapse in an alley somewhere. Just the regular exhaustion that came from spending three hours in Mementos dealing with Shadows who really didn’t want to change their distorted desires. His shoulders ached. He wanted a shower, curry if there was any left, and maybe an hour with a book before passing out. He stopped outside Leblanc. The cafe lights were off. Made sense, it was past nine. A note on the door in Sojiro’s handwriting: “Away for…-
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"You must be Harry." The woman standing in the doorway of the Granger home looked so much like an older version of Hermione that Harry almost did a double take. Same brown eyes, same sharp cheekbones, same clever mouth that looked like it was perpetually on the verge of correcting someone. The key differences were the lines at the corners of her eyes, laugh lines rather than worry lines, and the fact that Jean Granger was, to put it bluntly, stacked. Where Hermione was slim and compact, her mum had the…
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Summer of ’98 (Harry/Daphne)
The café was called Brewer's, and it served the worst coffee in South London. Harry had tried every item on the menu in his first week, working through them with the grim determination of a man who had nowhere else to be, and had concluded that the filter coffee was merely bad while the espresso was actively hostile. The tea was fine, but that was because tea was difficult to ruin if you had a kettle and a box of PG Tips, and even Brewer's could manage that. He ordered a pot every morning, sat at the…-
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