Dear Journal,

Today was a lesson in futility. Trips to Hogsmeade rarely turn out good as most of the delinquent, I'm sorry, students that I have to watch find it almost impossible to follow even the simplest of rules. After having instructed them to bugger off until later on that afternoon, Granger, the bane of my existence, grabbed me by the arm and pulled me towards Fortesque's Ice Cream shop. I had not eaten ice cream since I had gone there with my mother as a child. The memory was fresh in my mind as it is one of the only happy moments of my pathetic childhood. Taking a table by the corner Granger proceeded to wade through the mass of students to place her order. Upon her return she had bought with her two ice cream cones. She sat there and devoured that ice cream cone with subtle and sensual licks to the cream, her wrist turning slightly as she bought the cone to her mouth. I was mesmerized by her actions, my own cone dripping down my fingers making a mess of epic proportions for someone as anally retentive as me. I found my eyes were glued on her, the remaining patrons in the shop blurred away as I was encapsulated in this impromptu lesson on how to properly eat an ice cream cone. Each soft pink swipe of her tongue had my cock straining to be next in queue. Shifting slightly for her not to notice, I almost leaned in closer, the scent of vanilla from her mouth and hair was overwhelming and I could almost imagine she could hear my heart beating out of my chest as my breathing rose with her demonstration of skill and expertise.

"Severus, it's all in the twist of the wrist, the stroke of the tongue, the way my mouth opens to capture it as my hand brings it to my mouth."

I died. The front of my pants the evidence of her power over me. She turned to me, her eyes meeting mine and I found I could only utter ""I-I can see. Your explanation and demonstration is certainly helping me arrive at a most desired conclusion."

Whatever transpired after is a blur to me as the grogginess of having spilled in my pants like a fifth year made the remaining afternoon slightly more bearable. Now I sit here in my rooms, she has taken my private library hostage and is sitting by the hearth, her ginger monster splayed across her legs as she absentmindedly caresses it, burying her dainty fingers in its hair and scratching its ears.

I have never wanted to be an animagus more than I do at this moment. But with my luck I would probably turn into a thestral and the poor girl would run off screaming at the sight of me.

I shake my head journal because although we can spend hours in each other's company I cannot fathom why she wants to. I cannot understand her need to coddle me when I don't eat and the reason why instead of going out with the Weasley girl she is here in my rooms on a Saturday night.

She must pity me that must be it. She must think I am some big loser, another one of her charity cases. Well I will not stand for it. I will toss her out onto her arse right now!

"Professor, come sit here with me there is a passage here I need explaining."

Well maybe I'll throw her out tomorrow. No need to hurry, she is my apprentice overall and I owe it to the students of tomorrow to shape the minds of today and all that shite.

I am a fool journal.

SS