A/N: This story is for all my non-klaroline drabbles. Some have smut. Some don't.
Abridged summaries:
1. Kol asks off-topic questions in class. Bonnie is not amused. AU/AH.
2. Alaric gives Caroline sex dreams. Smut, obviously.
3. Carenzo Hogwarts!AU. Pretty much just an excuse for a Carenzo blowjob.

I take my grades very seriously and you're the lazy asshole who asks a ton of off-topic questions to distract the professor and I might be a foot shorter than you but I swear to god I'll fight you AU

"—So, Martin Luther began to spread the word of the corruption within the Catholic Church, which incited—Yes, Mr. Mikaelson?"

"Sorry to interrupt, Professor Davis. I'm just wondering what the technology used to disseminate information was, and how it influenced the future of Central Europe?"

Bonnie's eye twitched as Professor Davis, a stooped elderly man who taught History of Central Europe, wore pink polka-dot ties, and had warned them when they went over the syllabus at the beginning of the semester that it "contained spoilers" about who won World War II, gave Kol an indulgent smile.

"Well, Luther used the new technology of printing presses, which…"

Bonnie resisted the urge to throw her pen down in frustration. College was serious business, and she had worked really hard to get her scholarship to Yale, and she wasn't going to let this asshole, whose parents donated a library wing to ensure that Kol and his siblings were guaranteed to attend, ruin her learning environment.

Kol Mikaelson was the bane of her existence.

She'd met his twin sister Rebekah, who seemed nice enough (if a little spoiled and a lot bratty), but Kol was honestly the least pleasant excuse for a human being she'd ever met. He'd asked her out once at the beginning of the year and then again before break (as though her answer would change once she found out he was even more of a douchebag than she'd originally thought).

Once it became clear that she wasn't going to take him up on his offer of dinner, he seemed to decide that there was no use holding back anymore and he'd just go out of his way to make her life miserable in class.

As Kol continued the conversation with another off-topic question about the invention of the printing press and its influence on European art, she couldn't restrain a small huff of annoyance, and Kol glanced at her, a small smirk on his face, and winked.

He. Fucking. Winked.

Bonnie considered herself to be a reasonably easy-going person that rarely stooped to petty loss of temper, but good god, Kol had it coming.

She took a deep breath and decided to wait until class was over to give him a piece of her goddamn mind.

When the professor finally looked at the clock, surprised etched across his features and announcing that time was up, Bonnie packed up her bags as quickly as possible without looking rude or rushed and sailed out the door, waiting just outside for Kol to come out.

He walked out and smirked when he saw her drawn up to her full height (admittedly still eleven inches shorter than him), fire in her eyes.

"Bon-bon, how are you? You don't look too hap—"

"What is your problem?" she interrupted, her hands on her hips.

"I'm not sure what you're talking about, darling. I'm just interested in historical details."

"Historical details that are completely off-topic? I work really hard to make sure that I stay on top of my projects and exams, and less time spent on material in class means more studying. I'm sure you, as a lazy jackass, can appreciate having to study less at the end of the semester, so—"

"Now, darling, I wouldn't go that fa—"

"No, be quiet," she snapped. "You got to talk all class and now it's my turn. I need you to sit in your seat and be quiet for the rest of the semester, unless your question directly pertains to the course material, and even then, sit there and think, 'would Bonnie consider this question helpful to her academic progress?' If the answer is 'no', then don't ask it."

"Now, darling—"

"And don't call me darling," she said, speaking over him.

He looked faintly surprised at her vehement approach to the topic of him being a gigantic fuckwit, and his lips quirked in a small smile. "What do I get out of this?"

"The satisfaction of being a decent human being."

"Not enough."

"How about I sweeten the deal by promising to not break your nose?" Bonnie asked, her voice saccharine.

"Now, darling, I'm not sure if you could reach that high—Ouch, motherfucker. That hurt!"

"Oops," Bonnie said, doing her best impression of wide-eyed innocence.

"At the risk of you continuing to use me as a punching bag, I'd like to point out that stomping on my foot is not the same thing as breaking my nose."

She gritted her teeth, glaring up at him, and he smirked. "You're an asshole."

"I'm not particularly fussed, to be honest. Although, I'd be willing to keep my mouth shut for one small favor."

"I won't go out with you."

"Oh, well, in that case, I suppose that Professor Davis will be getting quite a few questions about Baroque-style architecture."

"I hate you."

"Sorry, Bon-bon."

"Don't call me Bon-bon."

"But you're tiny, with a sweet center that I suspect is oh-so-delectable."

"You're disgusting."

"And you're going out to dinner with me tomorrow."

"Can't. I have a night class," she said without thinking, and Kol gave her a smug smile.

"Friday, then?"

"You'll lay off the off-topic questions?"

"Yes."

"And you won't try anything?"

"I'd be offended, but I suppose that judging by my last comment you could jump to that conclusion. No, Bon-bon. I'd prefer you willing."

"And you'll leave me alone afterwards if I don't want to go on another date?"

"One night to seduce you? I'll take that challenge."

"You're gross."

"And you're intrigued, Bonnie Bennett."

Alaric gives Caroline sex dreams. Takes place between S5 finale and S6. Smut.

He didn't know what was so enticing about her, but let it be known that he completely understood where Klaus had been coming from. Maybe it was leftover from when the bastard took over his body, but he couldn't shake her.

Now that he was an Original and she was single (though obviously carrying a torch for Stefan, but he was off following leads god-knows-where and she was focusing on the magic bubble), he didn't feel as guilty for his feelings.

So when her apartment building was getting gassed for termites, and she had nowhere to go, he invited her to stay with him for the weekend and offered to sleep on the couch.

And now she was in his bed in the next room, peacefully sleeping, and he was exercising every single tiny sliver of self-control he had (which admittedly was not much) trying not to go into the bedroom and watch her sleep.

Trying ended up being the operative word, and he lost the battle almost five minutes after her breathing completely evened, walking into his bedroom and settling on the chair next to her bed. He sat there for a moment, just watching her breathe, and wondered what was giving her the small smile spreading across her face. What was she dreaming about?

He could find out, he realized.

Taking a deep breath, he grabbed her hand, his eyes closing slowly, willing himself into her mind, having a wicked idea.

He found her in a forest talking to a horse (whatever she was dreaming about clearly was not sexual, but that was about to change). He focused on the scenery changing it to his bedroom, and she blinked, confused at the sudden change of location.

Alaric positioned himself behind her, reaching out to run a featherlight touch down her arm. "Hello, Caroline."

She breathed sharply, turning around to face him, her eyes wide. "Alaric…"

He could hear and feel her thoughts echoing in her head, and he was confused by the combination of guilt, dread, and want exuding from her.

"Do you want me, Caroline?" he asked, the knowledge that she would think this was only a dream making him bold.

"Yes," she whispered.

Her feelings of guilt assaulted him more, and he realized that she was ashamed of her feelings towards him, thinking that they were wrong. "Don't be ashamed," he whispered, moving closer to her.

"But…But I'm supposed to be with Stefan."

"Why?" he asked, his voice husky.

"I don't know," she said, her eyes fluttering shut.

"There are no consequences," he reminded, his fingers continuing their light trail down her arms. "It's only a dream."

"I know," she said, taking a step closer to him, her breath catching as she reached to cup his face. "Why do you always come back? I shouldn't want this."

"But you do," he said, hoping he was right.

"I do," she whispered.

And then her soft lips were on his and his cocked twitched in his trousers against her thigh. She moaned, grasping his shirt in her fists and shamelessly rubbing against the bulge under the cloth, and he suspected that if this wasn't a dream she wouldn't be nearly as forward.

He'd enjoy it while he could.

He pressed light kisses against her face and neck, his tongue licking under her ear and along her jaw, making her tip her head to the side and moan. He bit her lightly on the neck, scraping his teeth along her skin, and he could feel her nipples harden beneath the thin fabric of her dress.

He imagined them both naked, their clothes melting away into dreamy nothingness, and she let out a breathy sigh as he pushed her towards the bed, laying her down with her legs spread and taking a nipple in his mouth, sucking lightly, his tongue dancing around the peak. He pulled back and blew on the wet skin, making her shiver, before rubbing his palm lightly against the bud while he laved at her other breast.

She moaned loudly, her fingernails digging into his shoulders as she ground her core against the thigh he'd slotted between her legs, rubbing her juices along his skin. Trailing his lips lightly down her taut stomach, his hands following his lips stroking every inch of creamy skin they could reach, he fell to his knees and smiled against her inner thigh as she rolled her hips against air, desperate for his touch. "Please," she panted.

He let the tip of his tongue trail along her folds and she arched her back at the small movement, her pleas for more filling the room, and he responded by giving her core a few lazy licks with the flat of his tongue, swirling around her clit before moving back down to thrust into her, lapping up her sweetness, moaning at the taste.

He couldn't help but wonder if Caroline's juices would taste as good in reality as they did in her dream.

He tongue fucked her for a few more moments, reveling in how she spread her thighs wider, begging him for more, her hand winding into his hair as she held his face to her pussy with supernatural strength as she ground herself against his lips. He moved to flick his tongue against her clit again and she came, breathing hard as he licked her pussy clean.

He trailed his tongue back up her abdomen as he crawled on top of her, his cock brushing against her inner thigh, making him groan. He kissed her softly, his lips pulling against hers as he slipped his tongue into her mouth, making her taste herself, and she moaned into his mouth before tightening her knees around them and flipping them over so that she was on top. "Stop being so gentle with me. I want to do what we usually do," she whispered, her voice husky.

'What did they usually do?' he thought, slightly panicked that he had no idea.

Deciding to take what he knew from the context of her statement, he kissed her roughly, his fingernails digging down on her ass to press her wet center against his hard cock, grinding himself against her folds. She moaned into his mouth, biting him hard with her blunt teeth and flicking her tongue against the blood that erupted from the skin of his lips, letting out a soft sigh as she sucked it away.

She pushed away from him to straddle him upright, her hands balanced against his chest as her full breasts swayed when she rubbed herself against him more firmly. "Sit still," she ordered, and he felt himself harden even more against her.

It shouldn't have surprised him at all that Caroline wanted to take charge. She scratched her nails down his chest, a wicked smile on her face, and leant down to flick her tongue over his nipples before turning around so that she was facing away from him, her pussing dripping against his abdomen. He felt her stroke him, her thumb ghosting over the tip of his cock, and he groaned, bucking against her hand. He heard her give a small, breathy giggle before she sat up on her knees and lowered herself on him, enveloping him in her tight, wet heat. He swore loudly, his hands immediately gripping onto her hips, but she slapped them away, and he obeyed, gripping the bed sheets as she rode him, her head thrown back, golden hair floating behind her as she bounced on his cock.

He thrusted his hips slightly to meet hers as she panted out his name loudly, telling him how big he was and how good he felt inside her, her walls clenching hard around him. She ordered him to come inside her, her voice forceful and throaty, and it only took a few more thrusts before he did, his come filling her as she rode him to completion.

She rolled off of him, kissing him roughly again and grabbing one of his hands, moving it between her thighs, encouraging him to fingerfuck her, and he did, his own come leaking from her center onto his palm.

Her pussy clenched around him as he moved his fingers in her, and she writhed on top of them, her breasts brushing against his chest as she rode his fingers, swearing and panting, her tongue darting out to wet her lips as his name escaped them.

It wasn't long before she came around his fingers, filling the room with her screams, and she collapsed on top of him after coming down from her high, her nose nuzzled against the stubble on his jaw.

"You're so good to me," she breathed against his ear, and he could feel her smirk widen when his cock twitched against her thigh from her words.

She bit his ear harshly, her hand moving down to stroke him to hardness again, and he let a strangled groan escape his mouth.

"Fuck, Caroline."

He heard her giggle, her tongue darting out to lick the shell of his ear, and he groaned, thrusting into her palm.

He didn't know if his dreams could ever get any better than this.

He pulled out of her head after round three, returning to the couch, trying to ignore the scent of her arousal that had leaked onto his sheets (he wouldn't be changing those any time soon, he knew), and groaning as he settled himself against the cushions.

The next morning he awoke to the smell of bacon, and he followed the promising crackles of meat against oil to the kitchen, where Caroline was standing with a spatula in her hand, her tiny pajama shorts framing her round ass in the most perfect way, and he felt his cock harden in spite of himself.

She turned around, her face flushing when she caught his eye, but she held his gaze determinedly for a moment before shutting off the burner and walking towards him, poking him in the chest with her finger. "I know what you did."

Fuck, play dumb.

"What are you talking about?"

"You know exactly what I'm talking about," she said, her voice low and dangerous.

"I–I don't–"

Her lips cut him off, and she pressed herself against him, her hand floating down to rub his hard cock through his pajama pants. He cupped her ass, wondering how he hadn't smelled how wet she was before this moment, pulling her to wrap her legs around his waist, groaning as she ground her core against his cock. "You feel so good," she mumbled against his lips.

"Yeah?" he asked, rather dazedly.

He felt her soft lips curl into a smirk. "You're coming to bed with me now, Alaric, and you're going to apologize for invading my mind."

"I'm sor–"

She kissed him roughly into silence, biting his lip hard. "You're going to apologize by fucking me six ways to Sunday. Move."

He moved.

Note: Takes place in the middle of Chapter Two of Diplomacy (which is an HPxTVD cross-over Klaroline endgame fic). Can be read as a stand-alone even if you haven't read the fic or Harry Potter as long as you just skip through the first few paragraphs.

They made their escape shortly after sampling the stuffed mushrooms and making the obligatory introductions to one of her father's co-workers on the ICW, walking hand in hand down the halls to the Slytherin common room. Slughorn's office was on the fifth floor, so it was a ways to go.

"Thank you for coming tonight," Caroline said rather lamely, trying to break the silence.

"Of course. You sit through Quidditch events for me," he said, giving her a tight smile.

"Yeah, but I like Quidditch."

"True, I suppose."

She squeezed his hand. "Seriously, though. Thank you."

He nodded, seeming to want the conversation to end, and she humored him.

He slowed down as they approached the staircase to the dungeons, and she paused with him, wondering what he wanted to say.

"Can we wait a bit before we go back?"

"Yeah, sure."

The party wasn't going to be over for another hour or so, and curfew was extended for anyone who went.

If there was one thing that Caroline had learned about Hogwarts, it was that one should never be surprised by the castle's secrets, and the year before, when she'd been trying to find a place to study that wasn't full of people, she'd discovered a room on the ground floor that was comfortable and private.

"Here, come on, this way."

They walked down a side hallway to a painting of a group of puppies, and she moved her fingers over the canvas to scratch the middle puppy behind the ears. The hallway slid to the side to reveal a room with a few couches and an empty bookshelf.

"How did you find this?"

She smiled. "I asked the Bloody Baron very nicely if he knew a place where I could study."

Enzo nodded, sinking down on one of the couches, and she kicked off her flats before she settled next to him, laying her head on his shoulder.

"For what it's worth, I think that you're the best Beater at Hogwarts right now."

He laughed quietly. "You don't have to lie to me, Caroline."

"I'm not," she said, frowning.

"It means a lot, then," he said, though he still sounded unsure if she was being genuine.

She snuggled closer into him. "It'd better."

She felt his chest rumble as he laughed quietly.

"Thank you."

"For what?"

"Trying to cheer me up."

"Trying?" she asked, narrowing her eyes.

He shrugged, a small smirk playing on his lips.

"Are you trying to get pity-sex?" she asked, half laughing.

"It's only pity sex if it's out of pity, rather than out of the wish to tear my clothes off."

She did laugh that time, covering her mouth with her hand to stifle her giggles.

"And, for future reference," he continued, "even if it is pity sex, you shouldn't tell me."

"Fine, it's not pity sex, then."

"Does that mean it's happening?" he teased.

She just rolled her eyes and pulled off her school robe, before leaning over to kiss him, letting him pull her onto his lap to straddle him, her school skirt riding up her thighs.

His hands gripped her ass, tugging her to close so that he could grind his growing erection against her core. She moaned into his mouth, breaking away to pull her tie, sweater, and blouse over her head, slightly breathless, and capturing his lips again while she undid his tie, pulling it off and throwing it on the floor, then tugging his shirt out of his slacks, running her hands under it to explore the skin of his muscled chest.

She broke away from him to brush her lips across his stubbled jawline, occasionally pausing to nip or lick at particularly sensitive spots. They traveled down to his collarbone, trailing behind her fingers, which were nimbly unfastening the buttons of his shirt.

She stroked his chest with light flicks of her tongue, dragging her teeth lightly over his nipples, causing him to groan, his fingers digging into the creamy flesh of her hips as he pulled her against him. She wriggled her hips over his erection, making both of them moan, before pulling his hands off of her hips and moving off of his lap to unfasten her skirt, letting it fall to the floor and stepping out of it, leaving her in only her underthings.

She bent down to kiss Enzo, her palms resting on his lap, giving him an appealing view of her lace-cupped breasts when she pulled away, smirking at him. She palmed him lightly through his jeans, grinning at his answering groan, before falling to her knees in front of him, efficiently undoing the fastenings of his slacks and pulling them down with his boxers, freeing his cock.

She sat up as far as possible on her knees and wrapped her hand around him, stroking him firmly a few times before running her tongue slowly around the head before flattening it and giving him a long languid lick from the base to the head.

"Fuck, Gorgeous…Yes, just like that."

She felt almost unbearably aroused knowing that his greedy eyes were focused on the way the lace covering her dripping pussy perfectly framed the tight flesh of her ass and long legs, her eyes flicking up at him through her lashes, and her tongue swirling around his length. She rubbed her thighs together, trying to relieve the friction as she wrapped her lips around him, taking him into her mouth, one hand massaging his balls while the other stroked the base of his cock.

"More," he said, his voice rough.

She took him as far in as she could, relaxing the back of her throat to accommodate him, hollowing her cheeks. She moaned around his cock when she felt his fingers wind into her hair, tugging slightly, and took him in even farther, moving her hand off of his cock so that her mouth could get closer to the base of it. She let her gaze flick up to his again, and felt her face heat up at the expression of pure lust on his face.

"Suck harder for me, Gorgeous."

She did, pulling her lips down so that his cock touched the back of her throat, and swallowing around him, causing him to groan, his fingers tightening in her hair.

"Yes, just like that. Fuck, you look so good like that, on your knees with your lips around me. Are you wet from sucking my cock, Gorgeous?"

She moaned around his cock as she gave him a harsh suck. Yes, she was wet, her pussy aching for even the lightest touch. She balanced herself with one hand on his thigh and reached between her legs to rub her clit as she pleasured him, letting her eyes flutter closed as her head bobbed along his length, bringing both of them closer to orgasm with every movement.

He tugged her hair again, groaning as he thrust into her mouth, making her gag around him. She moaned.

"You like that?"

She moaned again, tugging the scrap of lace down her thighs and spread her legs more so that she could fingerfuck herself as he head bobbed between his legs.

"You like it when I fuck your pretty little mouth, don't you, Gorgeous? You like sucking my cock."

The sinful words made her what felt like impossibly more wet, and christ, that rough tone with the accent should be illegal. She had never been so close to coming from just sucking his dick and pleasuring herself with her fingers.

She sucked harder, running her tongue around his length as she went, moaning with every tug of her curls or thrust of his cock.

"Take it all in," he said, pressing her face lightly even further towards him, and she swallowed around the head of his length, her lips nearly reaching the very base of it.

"Fuck, yes…harder…yes, just like that…I'm going to come."

She hummed around his cock, both of her hands rubbing furiously between her legs now, slightly thankful for the hand he kept in her curls and on her shoulder to help her keep her balance.

He mumbled a long string of praise about how fucking hot she was kneeling in front of him and how perfect her mouth was wrapped around him, her name thrown in like an expletive between thoughts, as he practically fucked her mouth. She felt the pressure building inside her until she climaxed around her fingers, riding out her orgasm on them, before immediately rubbing her wet fingers over his balls and the base of his cock, making him throw his head back and groan loudly, muttering a warning before he spilled into her mouth.

She sucked him hard as he rode out his orgasm, moaning around him, and pulled away, licking the last traces of his seed off of her lips.

A/N: Thanks for reading. Let me know what you thought.
Hugs!
-Angie