"Okay, I have one. Would you rather suck Snape's... toe or... put all of Dumbledore's beard inside your pussy?"
"What the fuck, Charlie? Beard inside pussy? Seriously? How did you come up with that?"
He shrugs. "Answer the question."
She thinks about it. "I'm actually curious about beard in pussy, so Dumbledore, I guess."
"I'll grow it out and we can try."
"You would do that for me?"
"Put my beard inside your pussy? Of course."
They start laughing uncontrollably at the image of it.
"Okay, uhm... Would you rather fuck Snape's feet or masturbate with Dumbledore's beard?"
"I bet his beard is itchy as fuck. Snape."
"Fuck, give me a minute. No, wait, I got it. Would you rather let me masturbate with your hair or let me put my toe in your ass?"
"Masturbate with hair. You have really fucking ugly toes, they don't go anywhere inside me."
"Okay, new game-"
"No no no, not fair-"
"We've been playing it for...", he checks his imaginary watch, "two hours, it's been getting boring, admit it."
"You're just horny."
"That is... also a reason. But you can't say you aren't curious-"
"Yeah, about how I'll explain your sperm on my hair to my mum."
"Put it in a ponytail or something, who cares. You've been wanting to cut it anyway."
"Fucking great idea, I could do it right now, I don't have to go through you yanking my hair-"
"No, come on, not fair, that's not how it goes in the fantasy-"
"But it's still masturbating with hair-"
"But it's not attached to you-"
"But you can do it again anytime you want-"
"As I couldn't do it again anytime I wanted if you kept your hair, c'mon be serious-"
"Not possible, that's my cousin-"
They fall into laughter again and when it dies out, his fingers are in her hair, playing with the peachy strands and they're looking at each other.
"You have really nice hair, it's so silky, I like when you grow it out-" he says and she smiles at him, "but it looks good short, and it's pretty cool how you can pull off literally every colour to ever exist-"
"Shut up, Charlie," she says and kisses him and they're both so fucking high and they laugh and his hand pulls her head closer and they're kissing again, his fingers tangled in her hair and his other hand is holding the joint and her hand is on his chest and the other is on his back, pulling him closer, and their kisses are lazy, and they're laughing and she can feel how hard he's gotten.
He puts the joint away as her hand travels down from his chest to the bulge of his pants and he moans when she cups it and his grip on her hair tightens and she moves away from his lips, from his body to out her hair in a ponytail-
"Do you think it'd be easier if it was in a braid?"
He stops with pulling his sweatpants down and thinks. "Huh. Maybe if it was in a... a circley thing? Bunny thing?"
"Bunny thing?"
"A bun."
She starts braiding her hair.
"This is going to be so awkward."
"Yeah probably, but it'll be a fun story."
"A fun story to tell who, exactly?"
"College friends? We could use it when playing never have I ever, we'd win."
"We're winning with or without this. Not that you can win in that game, but okay-"
"Sure you can, by drinking at everything because you aren't boring."
"And tried everything you came up with while high," she says as she puts her braid in a circley thingy fashiony. "Okay, I'm ready."
"Yeah, me too," he says, his dick already free and needy.
"I see that. Okay, so-" she lies down, face facing the ceiling, letting him do with her hair whatever he had in mind, "it's all yours."
"I feel like we should film this."
A silenced beat passes.
"Yeah, sure. It didn't happen if there's no evidence."
"Hand me my phone." She does and he fondles with setting it all up. "Right, so... We were... Your hair got pretty long."
"Just fuck my hair, Charlie."
"Okay, okay, someone's antsy." He takes a deep breath and takes her hair in his hands, she feels him put her braid around his dick and she hears from his breathing that he started and from him tugging her hair.
"How does it feel?"
"Not bad. Dry. Itchy. Doesn't top mouth or pussy, but hey-"
"But hey-"
"When in need, it serves-" they say in unison and start laughing and he moans and his left hand goes to her neck, and she lets out a soft moan and her right hand is touching his, and her left hand goes down and she's touching herself and it feels so good, everything always feels so good when she's high.
"I'm close," his voice is breathy, shakey and she moans, agrees with him, she's so close too and they're cumming together and it's loud and even if the video doesn't end up looking so good, the audio from it is going to be a good jerk-off material.
It's a quiet moment, the post-nut setting in and the high is not exactly so high anymore, and she ends the video and puts the phone down and their breathing is synced up and she doesn't care about what her hair looks like.
"I think you're gonna have to cut it like, today."
"I don't care."
"Your mum is gonna kill you."
"Maybe this time it's with a pillow," she says what she always says when he tells her that and he lets out a short laugh, and she joins him and then it's silence again, but she can feel his fingers playing with her hair, tugging at it and it's so disgusting to think about, but she doesn't really care, her hands playing with his other hand.
"What time do you have to be home?"
"Three hours ago, I think."
"Oh she is so fucking killing you."
She shrugs. They both know she isn't going for at least two hours. She has to cut down her hair and and watch the video and sober up and eat the leftover lasagna Charlie brought and make out with him some more and it takes her half an hour to get home, so she is going to be grounded until forever, but like, she is always grounded until forever, so whatever.
Right now, she just wants to enjoy this moment. Riding the high and the post-nut feeling and listening to Charlie's breathing and the music playing from her phone and the feel of his fingers in her hair. She could fall asleep like this.
Which he knows, so he moves away and takes his phone and lies down next to her and then they're watching it together and it's pretty funny. Her hair is a real fucking mess tho.
He kisses her forehead and gets up to get the scissors and they're both wickedly smiling. She takes the scissors and he puts her fingers around the start of the mess of her hair and helps her cut the braided, cum stained ponytail.
He holds it up like it's a trophy. "Want me to wrap it up for Mrs. Tonks?"
"Well, her birthday is coming soon. At least it's original."
"I don't know who she'd kill first, you, me or herself."
"Mass murder, is that how lowly you think of my mother?"
"Yes."
"How nice of you. Wait, don't throw it away, I want a picture."
"As you want."
"You know what else I want?"
"What?"
"Molly's famous lasagna."
"Right on it."
He brings them the lasagna and the fancy silverware she took from her house. Not stole, took because well, it's her mother's, so it's hers too by default and it's not like they ever use it.
They devour it and then they're in the bathroom and he's helping her cut her hair where she can't reach.
"I think I'm gonna buy the pink dye again."
"Isn't it time for red?"
"Yeah, but I wanna mix it up a bit."
"Pink always looks good."
"It does, doesn't it?"
"And it's not as shitty to clean like red is."
She rolls her eyes.
"I think this is all. You?"
"Yeah. Looks good," she says and turns around to wrap her arms around his body and pulls him in a kiss and she feels him leaving the scissors on the sink and pulling her closer to him and the kisses aren't as lazy, more aggressive.
She moves her hips against his, she wants more, needs more, but she's just taking her sweet, sweet time so she doesn't have to go home. He's doing the same thing and so, his hands move from her neck to her boobs and one hand goes down to her ass, pulling her even closer, their hips moving together and she knows he can feel how wet she is.
She finds his hand on her ass and moves it elsewhere between her legs, and feels him smile through the kiss, but he obliges and his fingers are inside her and god, it feels so good, and she comes riding his fingers, but she doesn't let him go, her body wants more and more and seriously, fuck weed, where the fuck did he get it, it's strong.
"It's getting really late," he says through the kiss and he's kissing her neck.
"Yeah. Yeah, I know," she says and pulls him in another kiss and looks at his pretty face.
"Come on, I'll walk you home," he puts her down from the kitchen sink and she looks around.
"We should really clean this place up," she says and they really should, the living room is a real mess.
"Some other time. I want to see you again on the weekend, alive. Okay?"
"Yeah. Yeah, okay."
They share a smile and take their stuff and lock the house up and he walks with her to her house.
They arrive, whatever is an antonym of finally, and she takes a deep breath. The lights are on and she is five hours late and she really, really doesn't feel like listening to her mother. Or worse, looking at her in that disappointed, what are you doing with your life way.
"It'll be fine. You just cut your hair and you're late. It's not like you dyed it too."
It makes her laugh and he fixes her jacket and sends her off into battle.
She walks into the house as quietly as she can, which is not quietly at all because her mother puts vases that are so loud and the bitch put them in the hallway on purpose.
"Nypmhadora."
"Yes, mother?"
"It's four in the morning, Nypmhadora."
"Yes, mother."
"You're late."
"Yes, mother."
"You cut your hair."
"Yes, mother."
"I won't even start on how you smell."
"It's new perfume."
"Nypmhadora."
"Yes, mother?"
"Just go take a shower and go to sleep. I can't deal with you."
"I was looking forward to a yelling match."
"Dora," her father warns her and they share a look. 'Don't start anything', that's what he wants to say.
"Good night," she says and goes upstairs, not bothering to take off her jacket and hits the shower.
She can hear her parents talking downstairs and when she comes into her room, her father is there. "Dad, look, I'm sorry, I totally lost track of time and-"
He waves it off. "It doesn't matter. We always add two hours on your curfew, you know that."
"Then what's the big deal?"
"You come home smelling like weed and alcohol-"
"And with a new haircut-"
"Dora. You're not eighteen yet. We were young once," she scoffs at that, "and believe me, I know all about how fun it all is, but you're not doing yourself right. We can't stop you, no matter how much we try, but the least you could do is have some respect for us."
"Did she write you a script or something?"
He ignores it. Okay. Instead, he gets up from the chair and starts walking to the door. "You know I like that boy. Whatever you two have, I hope you're being careful."
"Dad, okay, we don't need to have the safe sex talk again."
"That too. We only want you to be happy and safe. Happiness isn't drugs and alcohol. It's people."
"Deep."
He takes a deep breath. "Sleep tight, Dora."
"Good night, dad."
Fucking great, now she feels bad. What a fucking guilt trip.
School didn't even start yet and they're so... Ugh.
She appears at the house with a box of pink dye and snacks and he's already there, cleaning.
"Honey, I'm hoooome," she teases, looking at him being so domestic and he gives her a dirty look. "All we need is a dog and we're one happy family."
He scoffs. "Yeah, my mum is going to be delighted to have you for a daughter-in-law."
"Fuck you. Molly likes me."
"Mhm. Whatever makes you sleep tight at night."
She flips him off.
He's been helping her dye her hair since the first time she tried it and she ended up looking like Cruella and not in the fun way.
"We're not doing anything that bad, right?"
"Bad for your hair, yes. But it's not illegal. Although your mum wishes it was."
"I'd do it if it was illegal anyway."
"True."
"But no, I meant... Us and this and the weed and alcohol-"
"It is illegal, yeah. Sure. But it's not like we do it every day and we aren't drug addicts."
"Yeah, but..."
"Your parents?"
"And yours too."
He shrugs. "Do you want to stop?"
"No. Who gives a shit if we smoke a joint from time to time."
"Your parents?"
"And yours."
"But we're seventeen, few more months and we can do all those things anyway. We're basically adults."
"They're just worried. You can't blame them."
"I know. It sucks ass that they're right."
"Well... you know you're gonna have to dye your in a normal color if you wanna go the academy."
"I know. I know. I hate it."
"Fuck the system."
"Fuck the system."
The house belongs to one of his aunts, but she moved to like, India or China, and his parents have the key and so like, he has the key and nobody is using it and it was his idea.
The house has been theirs since they were fourteen. Theirs. He brings his girls around, she brings her girls and guys, and they spend time together there.
"You have the prettiest pussy I've seen."
"Aww, and you have the prettiest dick I've ever seen."
They're so fucking drunk and they just laugh and then they're making out and he's on top of her and-
Away from her parents, away from his parents, away from his siblings, away from school, away from their other friends. Just them.
They're special. Everyone comes and goes, but they stay, and they aren't letting each other go. They'll have to. Some day. One day that is coming closer and closer.
School ends and he's going to freaking Romania for the summer program he got in, and she's staying here to annoy her mother some more.
He's going to leave. She'd leave if she was him. He promised to come back, but she wouldn't come back if she was him.
She wishes he didn't have to leave. She wishes that they didn't have to grow up and become adults and even if it means she has to listen to her mother nag and nag all the time and there are all these rules... It would mean they could spend more time together.
"I wish we didn't have to grow up, being an adult sounds boring," she says, passing the joint to him and he takes it, takes a huff, and thinks about it, "we don't have to listen to our parents..."
He scoffs. "Yeah, cause we're so obedient now."
She thinks about it and yeah, he's right. "True."
It wouldn't change shit. Being an adult won't change shit, they're just going to go their separate ways but it's not going to change their relationships with their parents.
He passes her the joint and starts the would you rather and her brain is busy trying to come up with scenarios to put McGonagall in.
They don't like to talk about it. So they don't. Instead, they play would you rather or truth or dare or drunk Monopoly or they watch movies and get high and drunk and sometimes they fuck, or just make out.
She loves him. Of course she loves him, he's her best friend, she's never not going to love him.
They aren't dating. They're way better than that. And anyway, dating ruins everything, all the fun is gone, and she likes making out with other guys when they go to a party and this way is just better.
It's not like they'll marry each other. They're probably not going to marry anyone, because that would mean they found someone better than each other and that's just not possible.
"I would make a lovely bride," she says and he looks at her holding his aunt's wedding dress in front of the mirror.
They just fucked. His cum on her belly didn't even dry yet and she's only got her panties on and she's going through his aunt's closet and he's lighting up a cigarette.
"Yeah, if only you could find someone to put up with you for the rest of their lives."
"I have you. I don't need anyone else."
He chuckles. "We'd kill each other if we marry."
"Probably. But your parents love me and that's one problem solved-"
"My mum hates you ever since you puked on the table for breakfast-"
"And my dad thinks you're a real catch-"
"I was really drunk and she talked about-"
"Your dad thinks that because I'm the most normal guy you brought over-"
"But like, right back at ya, my mum doesn't you like you either-"
"Because you told her in detail about how I dishonored you, her only daughter-"
"No, I think it's because she saw you wearing that costume on Halloween-"
"At least my dad likes you-"
"At least my dad like you too-"
"I think they would actually get along really well if we married-"
"Oh god, our dads would watch football games together and our mums would talk about why we're not making them any grandchildren and exchange family recipes-"
"You'd the only girl who could make me an honorable man-"
"And you'd be the only guy I'd settle for-"
They both make gagging noise and laugh and she puts the wedding dress away.
It's just them. It's not complicated, it's two best friends doing whatever the fuck they want.
"Bill got me the good stuff," he says, trying to find the lighter and she takes the joint in her hands.
"Thank you, Bill," she says and he lights it up and she takes the first hit and passes it to him.
They're fucking today. They both know it. There's a special kind of electricity in their touch.
They're lying down on the floor, just talking and laughing and his hands are all over her body and her hands are all over his body and it's so fucking electric and it feels so good.
And then they're kissing and she's licking his lips and it makes him laugh and she going to miss his laugh and he licks her nose in retaliation and she laughs too and you know when you're experiencing something and you just know it's going to be a core memory, the kind of memory you're going to replay when you want to think of happy times.
This is what she's going to think about when someone tells her to go to a happy place. Charlie's aunt's house, the smell of weed and Pink Floyd playing on her phone.
His hands traveling all over her body, touching her exactly where she wants, needs to be touched, his fingers inside her making her whimper in pleasure, his dick in her mouth and the taste of his cum, their tastes on each other's tongues mixing together and how perfect his dick feels inside her and how it sounds when they come together because that's how fucking good they are together.