Some fun plot coming up to go with the smut!
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The girl had changed me, before the girl I had my self control wrapped tight around every thought process, every action and reaction… Was I that much of a fool to think I could separate and compartmentalise our encounters? Still panting from release I ran my hands along her arse and lower back, watching her body break out in goosebumps as I trailed my hands over her smooth skin. She was humming her contentment and I slowly withdrew from her body and she gasped her disappointment, grabbing my wand and casting cleansing charms I wrapped her blanket around her and settled in beside her on the chaise.
Not saying anything to her I stared at the fire and tried to sort of the thoughts and feelings that were refusing to sort themselves into some sort of logical conclusion. Where did I go from here? I had crossed a clear line with the girl. I had initiated intercourse with her outside of what was required to deceive the Dark Lord, it was obvious now to both of us how much I desired her. I felt exposed and raw.
The girl put her hand on my knee, she could tell I was conflicted by our recent encounter. I stared down at her hand, so small, delicate fingers, a thin etched silver band on her middle finger.
She did not seem remotely concerned by what happened, in fact she seemed quite at ease with me, sitting by the fire in silence. She rested her head on my shoulder then and let I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding.
'Its ok sir, everything's going to be ok'
As I nuzzled by nose into the halo of frizz that was her hair I couldn't resist the temptation in believing that the girl was right.
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I woke up the next morning, feeling the calm and languorous feeling that I had only felt after being with my professor. Stretching out and nuzzling my head into the pillow I took a moment to enjoy the feelings of peace before the day ruined it. Harry was on edge, I hadn't told the headmaster yet but I think he was dreaming of Voldemort again. Given Voldemort's latest madness, if he was dreaming even half of what Voldemort was ordering his followers to do then I imagine Harry's insomnia would be chronic. If he was indeed dreaming of Voldemort's sick thoughts I hoped that they not be anything relating to Severus and I. The other source of worry and one I hadn't sought to really pick apart as it was so recent was my magic. It had happened for the first time after Severus and I were together. I had accidentally summoned by hairbrush both wandlessly and wordlessly, something that was impossible for me before. I thought it must have been a fluke and in the stress over my soon to discovered submissive nature and worrying about whether Voldemort bought our performance I didn't test it further. However last night upon returning to my room it was like I could feel the crackling of magic under my skin. All I did was think of wanting a glass of water and one appeared on my night stand. Who should I talk to about this? The boys? the headmaster? Severus? Perhaps the library should be my first stop. When has it ever failed me before?