Harry Potter Imagines

Enemies with benefits O.W

"Yes, my library, I take what's mine, I don't care what you say" he walks faster.

"You have no slip, where do you even think you're going" I try and match his pace.

"Wherever the bloody hell I want, where are you going, you have no slip either?" he stops and turns to face me. His face red and flushed.

"Wherever the bloody hell I want" I mock him, stepping closer. He stands taller then me.

"Really now? You want to slap me again? You gonna slap me?" he taunts.

Hell yeah I did.

"Do you want me to slap you again, Oliver? If you don't you better get out of my face" I threaten.

"Don't tell me what to do" he shakes his head and makes his way further back into the library.

"Oh so you don't want to get slapped again, what a git" I snicker, following him "I thought you didn't care what I say?"

"I don't!"

"Then snog my wanker, toad."

"Snog mine!" he whips back around when he reaches the end

"You want me to?"

"You want to?"

"Not with your tiny dick..." I tease.

"It's not."

"Doubt it" I scrunch my nose. He steps closer, I step back towards the side wall. The view hidden.

"You want to find out?" he steps closer again, less then a foot from me, his breath over my face.

I smirk, meeting him almost chest to chest once again.

"And what if I did?" I look up to him, his once icy eyes turned dark, his pupils wide.

He pauses, his jaw slacked, eyes shifting between my lips and my eyes. He takes his index finger and sets it under my chin, tilting it up slightly so my head is upturned towards him.

"Would you take it like a good girl?" he mutters, leaning closer to me. Our lips inches apart.

"For you, Oliver, anything" I say sarcastically, he doesn't remove his finger.

He shakes his head and scoffs, then replaces his once gentle touch under my chin with a harsh grip of my jaw. I stop breathing.

He shifts a centimeter closer.

"Fuck you" he spits.

"Please do."

He pulls me towards him, my chest bumping against his, then with his hand still gripping my jaw, he presses his lips to mine. A hard, aggressive kiss, nothing soft about it.

With our mouths still connected he backs me up near the side wall, my hands gripping his biceps to feel them gently flex.

My thighs hit the side of a table and he leans down slightly to grip my hips and lift me up.

He kisses hard. His tongue and teeth assaulting my lips and mouth. His hands leave my hips and both reach for and surround my neck. With my legs I pull him closer. Both thumbs reach over my chin and he pulls away and replaces his mouth with the pads of the fingers on my bottom lip, slightly tugging it open. He watches, as his thumbs from the hands around my neck toy with the soft skin of my bottom lip.