Such a beautiful spring day and only two weeks until graduation! Rachel was quite proud of her accomplishments during her seven years at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. She was graduating top of her class and with honours as well. She was looking forward to summer and the holiday to South America that she, Kurt and Blaine were to take together as a last bit of fun before entering the adult world of jobs and responsibilities. Dumbledore had hired her as the new Arithmancy teacher starting next fall. Life was very good had worked very hard to excel in all her studies. She had pushed aside other things in her life so that she could focus on doing well and getting high marks. She was grateful that she had made such good friends as Kurt and Blaine because it seemed extremely difficult to get close to anyone else. She was liked well enough, but most other people considered her too bookish to be any real fun. This had bothered her, when she took the time to really think about it. She had to suffer watching her roommates giggle and laugh about boys, discussing their naughty adventures. Rachel had never had a 'naughty adventure' to share and she would just smile and listen as they prattled on. She had thought, at one time, that she and Finn had feelings for each other in a more romantic sense, but it never really materialized into anything and Finn began dating the more adventurous types. Her mother had always told her that there would be plenty of time for men later in her life and that she should not worry about that now. It didn't seem like much of an issue anyway as no boys ever paid her much attention in other than a 'friends' type of today she strolled out of the castle and into the warm sun, feeling like one part of her life was coming to a close and a new era was beginning. She felt ready for it. Her feet took her towards the glistening waters of the lake and she found her favourite spot under a shady tree. It had been so warm for the last week that she had returned here, to this very spot, to enjoy the beauty that was Hogwarts every afternoon for the last five days. It was a bittersweet feeling that would swell her heart. She was very happy to be graduating, but at the same time she felt sad that her time here as a student would end. The fact that she would be returning to teach, however, did placate her somewhat, though she knew it would not be the sat under the tree with her back against the trunk, her legs stretched out in front of her and crossed at the ankles as she gaze out over the water. It was at this moment that her hand fell upon something next to the trunk of the tree she was sitting against. She looked down and noticed it was a book of some sort. Picking up the black leather bound book she read the gold print on the cover which said: BLAISE knew who Blaise was of course, everyone did, but she had never spoken to him before. He was one of the Slytherin boys, one who was much sought after. She always heard girls talking about him, drooling over him. His handsome Italian features and buffed body always made the females flutter about when he was near. Hermione never entertained any fantasies about him, however. Why should she? He would never even notice a plain, bookish girl like flipped open the book, thinking that it was probably his homework planner that he had dropped. Her eyes opened wide when she realized that it wasn't a planner at all, but a diary! She slammed it shut and looked around. It would be wrong to read someone else's personal diary, wouldn't it? Perhaps she should just send it back to him by an anonymous owl. Or maybe she should just leave it here and let him return to find it. She tapped her fingers on the cover, thinking about what she should do. A part of her felt tempted, very tempted, to read about the stud of Slytherin. She would bet anything that it would be a juicy read if the rumours about Blaise were true."Well, maybe I'll just read a little bit," she thought to herself. She looked around in guilt and saw no one nearby. Then she put the book partially under her robe and opened it to the first page. He had only just started this diary three weeks ago, she noticed. With one last glance around she bent her head and began to read:May 1st"I cannot believe that in just one month I will be graduating from Hogwarts and in all this time I have fallen in love only once. Only one girl fills my mind, my dreams and my heart. I have loved her for seven years. Seven years! But she has never known it. She never watches me as I watch her. She never sits in the back of the classroom just so she could gaze on me as I do her. She does not watch me as I eat, study, and laugh with my friends as I do her. If she looks my way, I quickly turn and she does not know how fast my heart races or how hard she makes me when she passes me by on her way to class. I inhale deeply as the breeze she causes with her passing assaults my senses and I loathe to take the next breath that would be absent of her do I fear showing her how I feel? I have had many girls and I never had problems finding willing ones to fuck. Sometimes they slip into my bed in the middle of the night asking me to pleasure them and I do. Sometimes they give me notes asking me to meet them in the greenhouse, the astronomy tower, empty classrooms and many other places. I always show up to receive their 'gifts' and to give back as well. Sometimes a hand will reach out and pull me into an empty room or a closet for a quick shag. It's a pleasant diversion. But it's not her, never the one I really want.I try not to fuck any one girl too many times because they become attached to me, expecting me to commit to them or tell them that I have feelings for them. But how can I give my heart to anyone when it is already given to my true love. I tell them I cannot return their love because I already love someone else and they become angry at me and ask me who it is that I have given my heart to. I never tell them. I have told no one. They would not believe me if I did tell them, I think. And if I did speak her name to someone, and they said something against her, then I would have to hate many have I given my body to, closing my eyes and pretending it is the one I want to be with. I imagine my hands tangling in her long hair while I pull her luscious lips to mine, sucking and tasting her mouth and her tongue. I imagine that it is her neck that I am licking and tasting, her breasts that I take in my hands, feeling her nipples harden as I wet them with my mouth and blow cool air on them. It is her sweet, wet pussy I taste and savour, worshiping at her fount, laving it with attention until she cries out my name and her nectar gushes onto my the girls pleasure me, I close my eyes again and imagine it is her sweet lips kissing a wet trail down my body, circling my nipples with her pink tongue, slipping her hand into my pants and feel her cool fingers wrap around my cock. I imagine it's her, unzipping me and pulling me free of my clothing, taking me into her mouth and raining her sweet kisses on my hard shaft. I imagine it's her climbing on top of me, impaling herself on me. I grab her hips and bounce her soundly, deeply, listening to her pleasure noises and gasps. It's her pussy I imagine squeezing on my cock, milking my seed and mixing it with her own sweet juices as they flow downwards out of her and onto it's over. I open my eyes and my heart sinks because it is not her. It is not the one I love and I feel empty, so empty. Would she hate me if she knew how many others I have had? Would she look on me in disgust and think I'm a slut, a user? She is too good for me, I know this. And that is why I fear her, because with one look of disgust or dislike, she could devastate me. For seven years I have loved her. Seven years!"Rachel closed the diary and sat thinking about what she had just read. It surprised her to find out that Blaise was so passionate about one girl. She had always thought of him as a playboy because he had never stuck with any one girl very long. She had no idea that it was because he was in love with someone! Rachel had always thought she was right about her assumptions regarding other people, and now she found that she really hadn't pegged Blaise at all. He was so passionate and completely in love with this mystery girl and she wondered who it could be. Her mind began to think of all the girls who were considered 'knock outs' by the guys. She tried to think about which of them had not been known to date Blaise. She was sure that he had been with all of them. Perhaps if I read a little more I could figure it out, she thought. Her curiosity got the better of her and she opened the diary to the next entry, finding that his sexual descriptions were exciting her and pulling her back to his words.