Cleo's POV

Today was one of our theory days in Herbology. As much as I enjoyed the class, and the professor, on days we were stuck inside doing theory, it was fairly sleep inducing. I stared forward, trying to keep my eyes on the professor. My professor. I stared into his blue-green eyes and lost myself in his clear powerful voice. Sometimes I forgot he was really mine. As I listen, my mind drifts out of herbology class and back to this past summer…

"Cleo?"

There was no mistaking that beautiful voice. I had been nothing short of obsessed with my Herbology professor for months now. I couldn't believe I was seeing him out of school. At least I looked decent today. I was wearing a pair of extremely short jean shorts, a pair of strappy sandals and a deep green halter crop top that perfectly complimented my pale skin, curly red hair, and bright green eyes.

"Hello Professor Longbottom" I called out. As I turned to look at him, I noticed his eyes ever so subtly roll over my body and his sharp intake of breath. This gave me the confidence I needed to approach him.

"Cleo's my partner"

I was jolted out of my memory by Bea's voice. I didn't even know what we were partners for.

"Absolutely" I called out and grinned at my best friend. I mentally reminded myself to make sure that I asked her what we were partners for.

"Beatrice and Cleopatra, you two will be researching the use of Mandrake root" Neville said.

I gave him a thumbs up and moved myself over to Bea's desk to work. I worked fairly diligently for the rest of the period and when the class ended I told Bea I needed to stay behind to ask Professor Longbottom a question.

As soon as the classroom was empty, I moved forward to Neville's desk. He was sitting on it, and as I reached him, he wrapped his warm hands around my waist and pulled me in. He pushed a piece of my hair behind my ear and leaned in.

"Did you know" he whispered into my ear, "when you're deep in concentration, you bite your lip?"

My breath hitched as I tried to form a coherent reply.

"Do I?" I responded as nonchalantly as I could. "How interesting"

"It's incredibly distracting" he continued "How am I supposed to teach when all I'm thinking about is your lips?"

I exhaled and pressed my forehead against his. I didn't have an answer for him, I was too caught up in the feeling of his hands on my waist. He pulled one hand off of my back and moved it up to run his thumb against my bottom lip.

"Just take it easy on your lips love," he murmured "I'm rather fond of them."

And I was kissing him.

My hands tangled themselves in his hair and he pulled me closer to his chest. I lost myself in the feeling of his lips on mine. Seemingly as soon as it began, it ended.

"Sorry love," he stared deep into my eyes as he spoke, "the third year Herbology students will be in here soon and I don't want them to see me in such a compromising position."

I smiled, though I was devastated as he removed his hands from around me. I took a few steps back and smoothed my hair.

"11:00 tonight?" I said, "same place?"

He grinned and nodded his head. I gathered my bag and skipped out of the classroom, knowing he was watching me leave. I couldn't wait for tonight. Thank god I didn't have any more classes left today, so all I had to do was plan what to wear tonight.