Thursday Afternoon. Defence Against the Dark Arts with Professor R.J. Lupin. Waste of time if you ask me. I'm sick of learning about redcaps and hinky punks and I'm especially sick of that pathetic mud blood Hermione Granger. Constantly putting her hand up and answering every single question asked- she's too smart for her own good. Why can't she be more like her friend, Potter
I hate to admit it but he's so handsome with his dark hair and startling emerald eyes - he's good in class and amazing on the Quidditch field. But his scar is the thing that strikes me the most- a symbol of power and bravery- a real turn on. I sit two rows in front of him and every time I glance back I can see his perfect, toned body underneath his robe, his shirt undone just enough for me to see his marble- like chest. It sends shivers down my spine every time. I guess that's one advantage to this tiresome lesson. Lupin's going on about something not even worth listening to as always so yet again I can easily drift into a blissful day- dream about the most gorgeous boy in Gryffindor, no, in Hogwarts.
I begin to think of a dark room, home to just me and Harry. He's standing in front of me looking at me with lust and admiration. He starts sliding his jet black robe down his pale muscular shoulders until it hit's the floor with a faint rustling sound. He holds his tie and removes it in the most seductive way possible. Quietly un-buttoning his shirt, his eyes open and close as if something was blinding him- like his beauty blinds me on a daily basis. I couldn't help but take in his perfect body. Pale and hairless, thin but extremely well toned. I nearly cry out with joy right there but manage to hold it in…just. His trousers slowly slide down his legs, leaving him standing there in just his boxers and socks- truly the cutest thing I've seen in all my life. He was just getting to the good bit, slowly moving his hands down towards his underwear before seductively pulling them down. I want to hold him in my arms, caress every part of him.
My hand reaches out but I'm awoken from my fantasy by Grangers obsessive arm waving- being annoying must be a common trait in mud bloods.
People are getting out of their seats and leaving the room- class must be over. I'm thankful for this as I'm getting particularly hot and bothered by this time just thinking about Harry. Believe me, you do not get this sort of treatment from Pansy- she's nice but she's always around. Potter's mysterious and sexy, just the thought of him makes me hard. Another look around, everyone's gone, everyone but me and Harry. I get up to leave but before I do I turn around to look at him. He's looking straight back at me, I can feel my cheeks go red. He winks at me then proceeds to walk past me, straight out the room. Potter winked at me! Does it mean anything or was I just imagining it-I know love can mess with your head but I'm sure he was trying to tell me something.
Maybe I should catch up with him, tell him how I feel. But what if he says no, I mean we've never really gotten on or shown any sort of affection towards each other so I would completely understand if he didn't feel the same way but that doesn't mean it wouldn't break my heart. Oh god, I love him so much. What do I do?