Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Harry Potter characters. They have only been borrowed for a little while.

October 15

I had a meeting with the Headmaster today. Thank Merlin he is very happy with my work! He said he has gotten some very positive feedback from the students about me. Bless their hearts! I have been so afraid that Professor Dumbledore would discover that I was a fraud and chuck me out on my ass. Seems I am a teacher after all. Who would have ever thought it! I still can't get used to the kids calling me Professor Beckwith. Sometimes when I am with Harry, Ron and Hermione, I want to say 'call me Claire' but I know I can't do that. It wouldn't be proper.

October 31

There was a lovely feast tonight. So much food and every kind of goody you could imagine! Hogwarts sure knows how to do up a holiday right. Everyone had a marvelous time, including all of the staff. Even Snape seemed to be in good mood. I overheard Ron and Harry talking about him the other day. Do you know what they call him? An overgrown bat or the greasy git! Isn't that awful? I have to say, however, the names seem to fit perfectly. I am so bad! I shouldn't agree. I should have some respect for my colleague.

Hey, I wonder what they call me?

November 3

I went to my first Quidditch match this afternoon. I wasn't going to go but the 'Trio' (as I like to call Harry, Ron and Hermione) begged me to come with them. When I said I had never seen a match and didn't know the first thing about it, Harry said 'no problem, Professor, I'll explain it all to you'.

We found some seats and sat down to watch the play. Harry was very attentive and explained everything in great detail. I could tell he is passionate about his Quidditch. He sure has an eagle eye! I couldn't see the Snitch at all until he put his arm around my shoulder and pointed me in the right direction. His arm seemed to stay there a little longer than necessary. I did not mind.

When Ravenclaw beat Slytherin, we all jumped to our feet and yelled madly. Harry hugged me in the heat of the celebrations. Again I did not mind. Those green eyes…

I think I love Quidditch.

November 14

I went to watch Quidditch practice this afternoon. Specifically, I went to watch Gryffindor practice. It was the first time that I had seen Ron and Harry play. Ron is quite the accomplished Keeper. Hermione was sitting with me in the stands and explained that it had not always been so. Ron had gotten off to a rocky start. He had won the Quidditch cup for his team and ever since then he had found his confidence and his skill. And Harry, I inquired? Hermione told me that he had always been good. Harry had been the youngest Seeker in over a century. Hey, we have something in common!

Harry flew over to talk to us during a break in the action. He, like Ron, always seems to be in a good mood. He makes me smile.

I couldn't help notice his thighs as he hovered before us. All those years gripping onto that broomstick have done wonders for those muscles! Oh Merlin…

I definitely love Quidditch!

December 5

Went to Quidditch again today. Gryffindor beat Hufflepuff and what a game it was! It is obvious even to a novice such as me that Gryffindor is way and above the superior team. Ron played quite the game- didn't let the Hufflepuffs score once. Of course, my favorite Seeker caught the Snitch. Excellent!

During the match Hermione confided in me that she and Ron have started seeing one another. I was not in the least surprised. I could see that they had feelings for one another from the first day I met them. They make a sweet couple and Hermione was thrilled when I told her just that. After the match was over, Hermione insisted that we go down to the locker room to congratulate the team. I was going to leave but she begged me to come. Perhaps she was a little shy to go there alone? I agreed reluctantly. She knocked loudly on the door and asked permission to enter. A voice asked us to wait a sec and then Ron opened the door and invited us in. He gave Hermione a shy kiss, blushing when it was over. Very sweet! Ah, young love!

I felt a little uncomfortable being there, what with me being a teacher and all. I offered my congratulations to the team and was just about to leave when Harry came out from the back. He had just come from the shower and obviously did not realize that there were women in the locker room because he was wearing only a towel. A very low-slung towel. He was drying his hair with another towel and didn't notice us right away. Ron said 'Harry, mate. We have company, female company'. The look on Harry's face was priceless! I think I was just as red as he was! Needless to say, it was at that point that I left.

I can't sleep. I have been lying in bed for hours now but the only thing I can think about, the only thing in my mind is that image of Harry, clad only in a towel. Every time I close my eyes, there he is, staring at me with those luscious green eyes of his. The image is so clear; it is as if I have taken a photograph. His hair is sexily tousled by the towel. I never knew he was so well muscled. Those bloody school robes cover up way too much! His arms and shoulders are perfect – well defined but not too large. His stomach is so flat…the towel is hanging so dangerously low about his slim hips. I could just see a few wisps of black hair peaking out…oh Merlin!

Dear Diary, I think I have a problem.

December 10

This is madness! I can't stop thinking about him. I feel like a perv – lusting after a school boy. But he is no ordinary school boy. I mean, it's not like I'm 50 years old and he is only 14. There is only 5 years between us. He is 17 and therefore is an adult. Bloody hell – I am trying to justify my wickedness. The facts are irrefutable: he is a student and I am his teacher, therefore, nothing but nothing must come of my feelings. How could I even think about putting my job at risk for a quick shag? Can you imagine the humiliation? Fired for having carnal knowledge of a student! My face is red at the very thought. I have to try harder to put an end to these ideas, once and for all.

Fantasies be gone! Oh, but I am addicted to you…you are too numerous, you are too hot!

You and I were alone that day in the locker room, the towel was not so well tied about your waist…

You and I on your Firebolt high above the Quidditch pitch…dangerous but exhilarating…

You under my desk…

You and I on my desk…

You and I in the potting shed…Merlin, what we did to each other!

Excuse me, dear Diary, I have to go…NOW!

December 13

Okay, I have decided that there is no harm in my little fantasies. They are mine and not his, so I don't have to worry about anything more coming of them. I can and will control myself. This is all one-sided so there's no danger; they are just harmless little daydreams. The attraction will wear off soon enough and then everything will be back to normal.

December 16

Honestly, I don't know what gets into teenage boys sometimes! Ron and Harry were acting the fool in my class today. I asked them very politely, 'Mr. Potter and Mr. Weasley, if you would be so kind to settle down'; they replied 'Yes Miss, sorry Miss' but it wasn't long before they had started up again. I had no choice but to give them detention. They are to report to me tomorrow night in the greenhouse. I think it could use a good cleaning, sans wands naturally.

December 17

Dear Diary, here I am unable to sleep again. The detention did not go as planned. Promptly at 7:00, there was a knock on the greenhouse door. I turned to see Harry standing there, but only Harry. I inquired as to the whereabouts of Ron, only to find out he was sick. I was a little skeptical, sounded like some skiving off to me. Harry assured me that it was true and Ron was in the infirmary as we spoke. Bloody hell! I would never have given Harry detention alone, but I had no choice, since he was standing there before me. I instructed him on what to do and left him to it. I would have left all together but I had to prepare the plants for tomorrow's lesson, so I couldn't leave. We worked silently, he at one end of the greenhouse, me at the other. Everything would have been fine, if only I wasn't so bloody clumsy.

I was carrying a rather large tray of Whistling Whip Weed over to the door. I couldn't really see where I was going and before I knew it, my foot got tangled in a hose, tripping me up. Down I went, taking a stack of empty wooden trays with me. Harry was by my side in an instant, asking if I was okay, as he removed the trays from on top of me. I felt rather foolish, I must say. I told him I was fine and went to stand up, taking the hand he extended in my direction. My foot gave way and he caught me before I fell. He carried me over to the table and set me down gently. He removed my shoe and ran his hands over my ankle and down my foot. When he tried to move it, a searing pain shot up my leg. 'I think it is sprained, Professor' he said. 'I'll take you to see Madam Pomfrey.' He then did something that sent shivers down my spine. He looked at me, smiled and reached over and caressed my cheek. Merlin, his hand was so gentle! He said I had a smudge of dirt just under my eye, as he brushed it away. He lingered for a brief moment longer and then scooped me up in his arms…those strong, gorgeous arms. I protested, saying that I could hop to the infirmary, but he wouldn't listen. He said it would be faster this way. It had begun to snow and he pulled me closer to him in an attempt to keep me warm. Merlin, help me, I could have stayed there forever!

Madam Pomfrey fixed me up in jiffy and my ankle is fine once again. I thanked Harry for his help and walked back here to my room, completely upside down. I can't stop thinking about him and those incredible arms of his…so now you know why I can't sleep.

P.S. Ron was in the infirmary and he did look rather green around the gills.