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Advanced Studies (Harry/Fleur)
The quill scratched against parchment in the quiet of Harry’s office, a rhythmic sound that had become the soundtrack to his evenings. Mark. Grade. Next. He’d been at it for hours, working through a stack of essays that all said the same thing in slightly different words. Switching Spells, chapter twelve, regurgitated with varying degrees of competence. Harry set down his quill and pressed his fingers against his eyes, trying to ease the dull ache building behind them. The candle on his desk had…-
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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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