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Hogwarts School of Witchcraft & Wizardry: Psychology
Task 1 - Write a fluffy Stockholm Syndrome.

Hogwarts School of Witchcraft & Wizardry: Cliche Day
Stockholm Syndrome

Hogwarts School of Witchcraft & Wizardry: National Princess Day
Ella - Ella Enchanted - Write about being obedient. Alt: Write about being forced to do something.

Her Prisoner

Luna smiled at him. "Barty, go get dressed for bed."

Barty returned her smile with one of his own. "Of course."

Luna watched him go. Her heart fluttered like it always did whenever she looked at him.

When the light side, after years of battle, decided to take choice Death Eaters as prisoners, in the hope of weakening Voldemort, she never expected it to be a good thing.

And when she was given Barty, to do with what she wanted, she hadn't known what to do. And she certainly hadn't expected to enjoy his company.

What also surprised her was he seemed to like her being in charge of him. He seemed to enjoy following her orders.

She was brought out of her thoughts by Barty's return. "Anything else I should do?"

Luna looked him up and down and something stirred within her lower belly. "Barty, you're happy with me, aren't you?"

He gazed at her with such soft eyes. "Yes, yes I am."

"You know you're a prisoner, right?"

Barty tilted his head and walked over to where she sat on her sunshine yellow couch. He knelt on the ground next to her. Luna put her hand on the top of his head, her fingers carding through his straw-blond hair, a darker shade than her own blonde tendrils. "I like being your prisoner. You take care of me."

"Don't you miss freedom?"

Barty's smile was wide. "If you think I had freedom, then you don't understand how the Dark Lord works. I'm right where I want to be."

Luna's heart hammered a rapid tempo. "Barty, I'm about to do something that will change everything."

"If it's what I think it is, I'm more than ready for it."

Luna leaned down and paused when her lips were only a centimeter away. "Now is the time to pull away," she whispered.

Normally, Barty was obedient, but this time was the exception, and he stayed still.

Luna finished her descent, and their lips touched. She closed her eyes and savored the taste.

Barty returned the kiss.

She never thought she'd be happy having a war prisoner in her home, but now, she couldn't imagine her life being any other way.

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