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As soon as I stepped into the potions lab my mood fell. My beloved Potions Master was nowhere to be seen. Instead, the headmistress decided to grace us with her presence today. If I were straight, I would have already tried to get with her. There's not a guy in the castle who hasn't at least thought about it. After being around mostly defined older women, she was a very cool breath of fresh air. Her hair was raven black with silver and emerald green streaks (yes, she was a Slytherin when she went to school). Her eyes were clear blue, almost too blue. But somehow, it fit her. She was about 5'6", and if I had to guess she probably didn't weigh more than 135lbs. Her figure was very curvy to say the least. And today, she wore a vivid orange and red dress robe with a yellow shawl draped around her neck, and as always she had on tons of jewelry.
"Good morning Mr. Malfoy." She greeted me cheerfully.
"Morning Ms. Chatham." I greeted back. If I had to be stuck with another teacher besides Snape for most of the morning, I'm glad it's her. I could have gotten stuck with Professor Langford. I started to say something but she cut me off.
"Professor Snape had some important personal business to attend to, that's why he won't be teaching today." She explained.
"How did you-?" I started asking and yet again she cut me off.
"I read your mind." She said simply as she shrugged her shoulders.
"Ok." I said a little confused as the rest of my classmates finally started filing into the room. I took my seat and tried not to look antsy as Harry sat down beside me.
"Good morning class." Ms. Chatham greeted cheerfully.
"Morning Ms. Chatham." The class echoed. The guys all had smiles plastered on their faces. The girls did to, but most of them not for the same reason as the guys. The girls looked up to Ms. Chatham, and they all wanted to be like her.
"Today class, we're going to practice something that's fun." She said as her smile widened. "Just until recently it was outlawed for reasons that, well, they simply don't matter. This isn't History of Magic now is it?" She asked laughing lightly and he class shook their heads no. "Well, now that that's out of the way. We're going to be studying telepathy today." She said as her grin grew, if that was even possible at the moment.
"Mind reading." I said numbly.
"Very good Mr. Malfoy." Ms. Chatham said as she came to stand in front of my lab table. I knew my face was crimson.
"I didn't-" I started saying.
"Think that anyone could hear you. Yes, I know." She said as she again completed my thoughts. "I didn't hear you, Mr. Malfoy. I read your mind, again. See, isn't this fun?" She asked grinning.
"Bundles and bundles of joy." I said sarcastically as I forced a smile. She frowned a little at that, probably because she read my mind and knew that I wasn't enjoying this. "Can't you like go read somebody else's mind?" I asked as nicely as I could.
"I suppose so. Or I could teach you all how to do it. For the next few minutes I want you to repeat the following incantation." She said as she waved her hand at the black board and the words, "Jeg søker andre sikt. Gi meg innsikt. Innsikt. Innsikt. Innsikt." appeared on the smooth black surface. "But don't start yet. First, I'm going to come around to each lab table and cast a spell of my own. I'm casting another spell because when you ask for insight," She said motioning towards the board again. "You can't be specific. You have to practice your skill in order to master it. So when you first begin, your mind is automatically going to be hit with any kind of brainwaves that you're near. And that can cause insanity and not to mention major headaches. Therefore I'm casting a spell that will allow you to only experience your partner's thoughts." She finished saying as she looked back at mine and Harry's table. "I guess you two are first." She grinned happily. "Pensé la dissimulation." She said tapping her silver wand against the edge of our table and suddenly it was like we were put inside a sound proof room. I could no longer hear anything outside of mine and Harry's table, and yet there was nothing around us that hadn't been there before.
"Jeg søker andre sikt. Gi meg innsikt. Innsikt. Innsikt. Innsikt." I heard Harry start saying over and over again. I shrugged my shoulders.
"What the hell." I said before I started repeating the incantation softly. "Jeg søker andre sikt. Gi meg innsikt. Innsikt. Innsikt. Innsikt." After a few minutes I could feel outside thoughts start penetrating their way inside my head.
"Come on Drac, let me see your deepest thoughts." I could hear Harry's voice inside my head as various images from his life at the Dursley's flashed through my head.
"Why should I?" I answered back with my mind. I wondered what thoughts were flashing through his mind right now.
"If you show me yours, I'll show you mine." I hear his voice taunt me. I wanted to melt right there. Ok so maybe not melt, but I definitely wanted to pounce on him and fuck his brains out. I shook my head to clear that train of thought. As I suddenly wondered if that was the set of flashes that were racing through his mind. I couldn't tell. I kept getting more and more images, they flashed by like a bolt of lighting and yet I knew every detail in all of them.
"Truthfully?" I asked not certain I wanted him to know my secret.
"I promise on Sirius's grave." He said and I could sense the sadness in his voice at mentioning him. "What about you? Will you truthfully show me yours?" He asked as an after thought.
"I promise on this month's issue of Cosmo." I said simply, he laughed.
"Ok, ok." He said and I could sense him let his defenses down and all of a sudden I was filled with a different set of images. There was one of me walking down the hall with Blaise and he and I were holding hands. I remember that, it was when he and I first started going out. Then the next image was one of Harry fucking Neville. Then the next image was another one of me and Blaise. This time we were making out near the pond. Then the next image was one of Harry fucking Crabbe. Then another image of me, but this time I was with walking around the grounds with Pansy. This was followed by images of Harry sleeping with Hermione. And they were all like that. Images of me with someone, followed by images of Harry with someone different each time. He had fucked almost all the 5, 6, and 7th years. I couldn't believe it. I looked over at him as the images just kept coming and I was surprised to see a single tear rolling down his cheek as he kept rubbing his left wrist, where I did most of my cutting. I didn't want this, I was no longer liking this. "Fin!" I screamed and Harry's thoughts slowed down in my mind as sounds from the room reached my ears and I realized that Harry and I were the only ones left. Ms. Chatham looked at me with an unreadable expression. I couldn't bring myself to look back at Harry as I grabbed my bag and stormed out of the class. Back towards the dungeons, where I could be alone to do whatever I wished.
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As soon as I stepped into the potions lab my mood fell. My beloved Potions Master was nowhere to be seen. Instead, the headmistress decided to grace us with her presence today. If I were straight, I would have already tried to get with her. There's not a guy in the castle who hasn't at least thought about it. After being around mostly defined older women, she was a very cool breath of fresh air. Her hair was raven black with silver and emerald green streaks (yes, she was a Slytherin when she went to school). Her eyes were clear blue, almost too blue. But somehow, it fit her. She was about 5'6", and if I had to guess she probably didn't weigh more than 135lbs. Her figure was very curvy to say the least. And today, she wore a vivid orange and red dress robe with a yellow shawl draped around her neck, and as always she had on tons of jewelry.
"Good morning Mr. Malfoy." She greeted me cheerfully.
"Morning Ms. Chatham." I greeted back. If I had to be stuck with another teacher besides Snape for most of the morning, I'm glad it's her. I could have gotten stuck with Professor Langford. I started to say something but she cut me off.
"Professor Snape had some important personal business to attend to, that's why he won't be teaching today." She explained.
"How did you-?" I started asking and yet again she cut me off.
"I read your mind." She said simply as she shrugged her shoulders.
"Ok." I said a little confused as the rest of my classmates finally started filing into the room. I took my seat and tried not to look antsy as Harry sat down beside me.
"Good morning class." Ms. Chatham greeted cheerfully.
"Morning Ms. Chatham." The class echoed. The guys all had smiles plastered on their faces. The girls did to, but most of them not for the same reason as the guys. The girls looked up to Ms. Chatham, and they all wanted to be like her.
"Today class, we're going to practice something that's fun." She said as her smile widened. "Just until recently it was outlawed for reasons that, well, they simply don't matter. This isn't History of Magic now is it?" She asked laughing lightly and he class shook their heads no. "Well, now that that's out of the way. We're going to be studying telepathy today." She said as her grin grew, if that was even possible at the moment.
"Mind reading." I said numbly.
"Very good Mr. Malfoy." Ms. Chatham said as she came to stand in front of my lab table. I knew my face was crimson.
"I didn't-" I started saying.
"Think that anyone could hear you. Yes, I know." She said as she again completed my thoughts. "I didn't hear you, Mr. Malfoy. I read your mind, again. See, isn't this fun?" She asked grinning.
"Bundles and bundles of joy." I said sarcastically as I forced a smile. She frowned a little at that, probably because she read my mind and knew that I wasn't enjoying this. "Can't you like go read somebody else's mind?" I asked as nicely as I could.
"I suppose so. Or I could teach you all how to do it. For the next few minutes I want you to repeat the following incantation." She said as she waved her hand at the black board and the words, "Jeg søker andre sikt. Gi meg innsikt. Innsikt. Innsikt. Innsikt." appeared on the smooth black surface. "But don't start yet. First, I'm going to come around to each lab table and cast a spell of my own. I'm casting another spell because when you ask for insight," She said motioning towards the board again. "You can't be specific. You have to practice your skill in order to master it. So when you first begin, your mind is automatically going to be hit with any kind of brainwaves that you're near. And that can cause insanity and not to mention major headaches. Therefore I'm casting a spell that will allow you to only experience your partner's thoughts." She finished saying as she looked back at mine and Harry's table. "I guess you two are first." She grinned happily. "Pensé la dissimulation." She said tapping her silver wand against the edge of our table and suddenly it was like we were put inside a sound proof room. I could no longer hear anything outside of mine and Harry's table, and yet there was nothing around us that hadn't been there before.
"Jeg søker andre sikt. Gi meg innsikt. Innsikt. Innsikt. Innsikt." I heard Harry start saying over and over again. I shrugged my shoulders.
"What the hell." I said before I started repeating the incantation softly. "Jeg søker andre sikt. Gi meg innsikt. Innsikt. Innsikt. Innsikt." After a few minutes I could feel outside thoughts start penetrating their way inside my head.
"Come on Drac, let me see your deepest thoughts." I could hear Harry's voice inside my head as various images from his life at the Dursley's flashed through my head.
"Why should I?" I answered back with my mind. I wondered what thoughts were flashing through his mind right now.
"If you show me yours, I'll show you mine." I hear his voice taunt me. I wanted to melt right there. Ok so maybe not melt, but I definitely wanted to pounce on him and fuck his brains out. I shook my head to clear that train of thought. As I suddenly wondered if that was the set of flashes that were racing through his mind. I couldn't tell. I kept getting more and more images, they flashed by like a bolt of lighting and yet I knew every detail in all of them.
"Truthfully?" I asked not certain I wanted him to know my secret.
"I promise on Sirius's grave." He said and I could sense the sadness in his voice at mentioning him. "What about you? Will you truthfully show me yours?" He asked as an after thought.
"I promise on this month's issue of Cosmo." I said simply, he laughed.
"Ok, ok." He said and I could sense him let his defenses down and all of a sudden I was filled with a different set of images. There was one of me walking down the hall with Blaise and he and I were holding hands. I remember that, it was when he and I first started going out. Then the next image was one of Harry fucking Neville. Then the next image was another one of me and Blaise. This time we were making out near the pond. Then the next image was one of Harry fucking Crabbe. Then another image of me, but this time I was with walking around the grounds with Pansy. This was followed by images of Harry sleeping with Hermione. And they were all like that. Images of me with someone, followed by images of Harry with someone different each time. He had fucked almost all the 5, 6, and 7th years. I couldn't believe it. I looked over at him as the images just kept coming and I was surprised to see a single tear rolling down his cheek as he kept rubbing his left wrist, where I did most of my cutting. I didn't want this, I was no longer liking this. "Fin!" I screamed and Harry's thoughts slowed down in my mind as sounds from the room reached my ears and I realized that Harry and I were the only ones left. Ms. Chatham looked at me with an unreadable expression. I couldn't bring myself to look back at Harry as I grabbed my bag and stormed out of the class. Back towards the dungeons, where I could be alone to do whatever I wished.
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