Over the years, Potter has done exactly what not a single person expected. He became a Slytherin. He befriended my godson. He was practically adopted by Death Eaters. He openly supports Voldemort. Worst of all, he turned into my ideal lover. It took many years to come true but true it surely came.
I realized it was true shortly after the ball that Narcissa threw for Harry's fifteenth birthday. Maybe not right then but he captured my attention originally at that moment in time. I gave it time and, by the end of his fifth year as my student, I was in love with the young man. That's what he truly is, not a teenager but a young man. He's much more mature than all of his other class mates. At times, he's more mature seeming than some of the staff.
I can't tell you how I came to have fallen for him but I know it's true. In the moments when he's happy or when he's brewing potions, I see some of Lily in him. It started with me noticing Lily in him and I ended up staring at him and that led to me staring at him at all times and that eventually turned into something more. The delicate beauty with which he moved at all times. I caught myself thinking about him at the most random of times, wishing that I could see his face and enthusiasm in class when I was teaching other classes.
It was my jealousy that finally brought my feelings into realization. When he was dating the Zabini boy, I found them in a broom cupboard snogging. Instead of being disgusted at their lewd act, I felt only pure jealousy. I remember thinking along the lines of the fact that it should be me running my hands of Harry's body, me causing the disheveled hair and lust-hazed-over look in his eyes.
After sending them off and giving them detentions, I had to practically run to my office in order to relieve myself of the pressure I felt in my groin. Visions of Harry being pleasured by my handiwork danced in my mind.
I assured myself that this was the only time this would happen but I fell short of my expectations. Within just a few days, I was (again) moaning and touching myself to the image of Harry's mouth dancing up and down my long and hard length.
Now, as Harry starts his sixth year, I will be trying to win him over. No matter what, I will not let him leave Hogwarts in the spring without him being mine in every possible way.
A/N: Oh my goodness, another update! I apologize for any confusion with the last chapter and this chapter. No, I'm not ending it like this. I just wanted to skip all of the time in between because I know I wouldn't be able to write a story that truly spanned as long as this one would if there wasn't a time gap. Also, this way I could get to the love and the smut that I possibly going to be appearing without it being horribly pedophile-esque.
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