The Hogwarts School of Fuck Everybody [ OPEN PSL/MEME ]

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The Harry Potter AU: Smutty Edition

Rules

• Post
• Include some info/prompts
• AU it Up
• Expect hideousness of all kinds
• Invite your wizarding friends!

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[sexta]

It means you look like a stick.

Or - [ That grin is up to no good. Dawn will feel an abrupt, heavy tap right between her shoulder blades. ] - like a wet cat.

[ How did he do that from the middle of the pool? Ghost magic. ]

[dawning]

[ She only has time to let out one loud shriek before she topples into the water with an absolutely amazing splash. Not to worry, she resurfaces almost immediately, coughing and sputtering as she claws towards the edge of the huge bath to haul herself out.

And with her robes clinging wetly to her form instead of billowing around her, it reveals a form Grimmjow hasn't seen in quite a while - not since she stopped using the prefect baths once she discovered that Grimmjow was a regular lurker. Whatever she'd looked like during the beginning of her tenure as prefect she's far from sticklike now, from how the black fabric outlines the curve of her hips and butt, or how it clings dangerously to plump, soft breasts.

Not that Dawn notices, not when she's raging at him like a spitting mad cat. ]

You-- Y-you jerk! Look at me, I'm completely wet! How can I walk around looking like this?

[sexta]

[ He actually shuts up for a little while. His sarcastic comments die on his lips, he shuts his mouth, and he just looks at her, from the top of her sopping head to the dripping ends of her robes, lingering for a long moment at certain bust- and butt-related areas.

The blank look of his might even be a little scary. ]

...yeah, that's a good question.

[ Abruptly, an invisible hand (hands?) grasp the bottom of her robe and yank it up and right off her. ]

[dawning]

[ Busy trying to wring the water out of the hem of her robes (a futile effort, considering the rest of her, but has to try) she doesn't notice the sudden silence at first, or the strange, blank look on his face. It's only when she realizes that he hasn't reminded her of her lack of appeal again in the past thirty seconds does she look up to snap what are you looking at--

And then she lets out another girlish shriek that echoes off the tiles as her vision is temporarily blinded by the robes flying off of her, leaving her only in the thin uniform she wore underneath. Her wet sweater vest sticks to her like a second skin, the white blouse underneath practically transparent, and the shape and outline of a cute, lacy bra completely clear through fabric. The dangerously short miniskirt clings to her thighs and hugging her hips, perfectly framing long, slender legs, mirroring how her hair draws attention to the slender, delicate curve of her neck as it clings silkily to pale skin.

But all Dawn knows is that she's wet, angry, and Grimmjow's probably setting her up for another one of his pranks, again. ]

Grimmjow! What do you think you're doing? When I get your hands on you, I-I'm going to make you sorry--!