A/N: Hello, future friends!

Before I get started with this story, I need a major disclaimer. If anyone of you has read my other fanfics, especailly 'Escaping the Monotony of Life', be warned: This will be a completely different story.

This story is essentially going to practice for me writing multiple first-person POVs AND smutty lemony goodness. So basically, be prepared for lots of sexual content right off the bat. Also, this is not going to be canon and it will be out of character a lot.

This story will probably be pretty short, around ten chapters I think? Give or take a few. I've basically already got the whole thing planned out, and I can't imagine it being much longer.

So, a few trigger warnings: this story is MATURE AF! There will be sex, swearing, masturbation, alcohol, maybe even a little marijuana, probably some (consensual) dom/sub stuff, who knows! i'm basically not holding back with this one.

THIS IS AN AFFAIR STORY, THOUGH! That will be completely evident after reading the first few lines, but please, if you are offended by affair stories, don't reeeeead this. You will hate every second of it. I've tried writing an affair story before and felt disgusted by myself for romanticizing an affair so I abandoned it, so I understand if that's not your cup of tea. That said, this one is arguably worse, but I don't think it'll be romanticized. Or maybe it still will be, but the fact that this is more of a smutty comedy rather than an epic love story I think will help.

So yeah! Hope you enjoy! Let me know what you think! :)

If I'm being completely honest, it was all Harry's fault.

I didn't do anything wrong, per se.

If anything, I was merely offering my service to a girl in need.

It all started on a Saturday afternoon.

Nothing was unusual about that Saturday afternoon, aside from the fact that I wasn't hung over, of course. Crabbe and Goyle got stuck with detention the night before and Blaise was off shagging Pansy in a broom closet, so I decided to be the responsible person that I am and have an early night.

In fact, I was so responsible, I was actually heading to the library when it all started. I had a potions essay due on Monday that I figured I would get an early start on. See? Responsible.

As soon as I turned down the hallway where the library was located was when everything started.

And don't forget, I didn't do anything wrong.

In the corner of my eye, I noticed Hogwart's favorite power couple emerge from an empty classroom. Normally I would have simply rolled my eyes and continued walking, but this time was different.

"I'm sorry, Gin, can we talk about this later?" I heard Harry say to the little Weasley girl. Even that comment would have made me simply roll my eyes, maybe laugh a little over the trouble in paradise for my favorite person to hate, that's all.

"Sure, Harry, whatever," she said back to him.

I saw her eyes flicker towards me just as I was about to walk passed the dynamic duo.

That was what made me pause.

She didn't look at me with disgust. There was something different in her eyes.

"Wanna get some lunch?" he asked.

"No, I think I'm gonna go to the library to study," she said in a snippy tone. It was evident Harry had really done something to piss her off.

As I watched from across the hallway, I noticed both Harry and Little Weasley's hair was disheveled and matted. Also, her skin was flushed. Not just in the face, but even her the skin exposed from her button down white shirt was as red. Both are two signs signifying a couple just had a great shag. However, the cold and brash conversation seemed to point towards something else. For some reason, I was intrigued and wanted to see how this ended.

Boy, am I glad that I did.

"Are you sure?"

"Mhm." Her eyes flickered towards me again, making me cock and eyebrow. I leaned against the wall with my arms folded across my chest.

Harry leaned down and gave Little Weasley a peck that could hardly rival a kindergartener's. It was hard not to laugh out loud when I was positive I saw her quickly roll her eyes when Harry's were closed.

"I love you, Ginny."

"Mhm."

"You love me too, right?"

"Right."

"Okay." He messed up his hair even more than it already was. Why are Potters famous for always messing up their hair? Maybe if they tried combing it, instead of ruining it, their girlfriends wouldn't be so annoyed with them.

When Little Weasley made no other response and stood cemented to her spot, Harry reluctantly walked to the Great Hall, or the kitchens, or wherever that idiot eats his food. I don't know.

I expected Little Weasley to immediately head to the library as she promised, but instead, she stood in her spot outside of the empty classroom. At first, she was watching Harry disappear down the hallway, but the second he was out of sight, her light, chocolate brown eyes landed on me.

Before she said anything, I was rolling my eyes. I knew what was coming. Something along the lines of, "Oh, you don't have anything better to do than watch us, Malfoy?" or "Ferret Boy, why don't you go be a death eater with your death eater friends, you stupid death eater?". It was the same thing anytime I interacted with that lot.

But no.

She didn't say anything.

Instead, she leaned against the wall and crossed her arms, sort of innocently, behind her back.

And her eyes were piercing through me. I had to look over my shoulder to see if something was behind me, but nope. Just me and the wall.

Then I saw her eyes flicker down my white dress shirt and trousers. Her fingers reached to one of her red braided pigtails and she bit her lip. She actually bit her lip.

That was when I identified the look in her eyes.

Little Weasley was fucking thirsty.

Little Weasley needed to get laid and Harry wasn't delivering.

I felt my trousers tighten a little, but otherwise, I was completely frozen under her gaze. The only things that were moving were my eyes as they shifted from her freckled face and bitten lips down to her cleavage. God, she always had the nicest breasts. They were so perky, not too big, definitely not too small, and fuck, they looked good right then. The top three buttons of her shirt were undone. I mentally thanked Harry for leaving me with a perfect view of his girlfriend.

When my eyes didn't move from her cleavage her chest started rising. Her heart must have been racing. I knew mine was.

What the fuck was happening?

My eyes finally moved down from her chest to her pleated red skirt. It must have been hiked up because it was magnificently short, revealing her slender legs. She was short and tiny. I never thought about it much before, but fuck, Little Weasley would be amazing to toss around in the bedroom.

When her legs squeezed together under my watch, my eyes widened.

She was seriously fucking aroused right now.

And so was I.

She was this horny, little, seemingly innocent vixen in front of me practically asking to get fucked. Not that I would ever fuck a girl without verbal consent, of course, but damn...I was positive all I would have to do was ask. Should I ask? Would it be weird to ask, "Hey, L.W., wanna shag?"

Maybe if I called her by her actual name, rather than the made-up initials I just gave her, I would be more successful.

I pulled my eyes away from her legs and back to her face, but immediately regretted it. The second our gaze met, L.W. seemed to snap out of whatever aroused daydream she was in, shook her head, and scurried into the library.

I had no idea what the hell had just happened aside from the fact that the entire hallway had just filled with sexual tension.

There was no way I was going to pretend that had never happened. It would have been illogical, really.

So, I went to the library, as I had originally been planning to do. I had to write an essay, after all.

As you can see, I'm completely innocent here.