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In More Ways Than One by Dizzle00, LucyHyde, Sophiesstreet
Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling
05 Jun 2025
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He’s rumoured to be a good lay; there had been plenty of rumours back at Hogwarts and there were even more now.
His cock, from what she can tell by the outline in his trousers, would be a lovely proportion to her mouth and cunt. Enough to stretch her, to hit all the sweet, sensitive parts of her.
And yes, he’s fit.
So once is all she needs, she’s certain of it.
He’ll give her the ride of her life and then she can finally move on.
Unclench, as they say, once she’s done clenching all over his cock.
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25 Dec 2025
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Tom Riddle is pretending to be infatuated with her. Hermione wants to know why.
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02 Nov 2025
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She’s buying a box of condoms when she meets him.
“Those are shit, you know,” he says, jerking his chin at the pale purple box in her hand. “Can’t feel anything.”
She stares at him for a moment too long. The bell above the door jingles merrily as a rowdy group of schoolboys enters the store.
“Excuse you,” she replies, cheeks turning pink.
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02 Nov 2025
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Akrasia: weakness of will; acting in a way contrary to one's sincerely held moral values.
Hermione Granger has always prided herself on fighting until the very end, even when Tom Riddle also announces he's running for Minister of Magic; but the stakes are high, the odds are low... and she can't stop thinking about him.
Thinking about how much she hates him, of course.Bookmarked by Lycanix
31 Oct 2025
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He wanted to scream. He wanted to tangle his fingers in his hair and rip it from his scalp. Before he knew what he was doing, Tom was at his desk, writing feverishly, pressing a quill so hard onto some spare parchment that he snapped the tip before he could finish his crazed, garbled scrawl.
'Have to kill her, can’t—'
Ink splattered across his desk and stained his fingers. He imagined her flicking a quill of her own in the library, getting specks all over his perfect work, driving him slowly mad.
Tom flung everything from the surface of his desk in a fit of rage. In his mind, she watched him, smiling with her chin in her hand, thinking,
Is that the best you’ve got?Bookmarked by Lycanix
29 Oct 2025