Disclaimer: You all know who the Harry Potter characters belong to; unfortunately, it isn't me.

A/N: Just so you know, the following chapter contains adult material. So to all those of you who are under-age, see you later!

June 25

I can't believe what happened last night! There I was, as I had written, getting ready to go to bed when a knock came at my door. I found this to be highly unusual due to the late hour. Thinking perhaps something was wrong, I hurriedly went to answer. It was Harry!  There he stood in all his glory, dressed in tight jeans and an even tighter black tee-shirt. Needless to say, I was quite surprised to find him there, leaning very casually against the door frame. I inquired if there was anything wrong, to which he replied, 'No of course not. What could be wrong?' I then asked if there was something I could do for him. Prophetic question! He grinned and said that yes, there was something I could do for him.

'Come with me, Claire,' he said and then grabbed my hand.  I followed along, half reluctantly, all the while asking where we were going. Harry just kept on grinning and said, 'You'll see soon enough.' Very curious! Every time I started to ask again, he just shushed me by putting his finger to his mouth.

We started climbing the stairs; up and up we went. At one point I stopped and said I refused to go any further until he told me where we were headed. He looked at me and said, 'Please, it is just one more floor.' There was something about the way he said please that made me continue. Finally, we came to a stop before a large door. I had never been really been on the seventh floor before since there had never been any need for me to go there. All of my concerns were much more down to earth.

Harry asked me if I knew what day it was today. I found this to be a little odd. I answered that yes, of course I knew what day it was - June 24th, graduation day. He was standing before me, still grinning. I told him I didn't understand. He put his hands on my upper arms, looked into my eyes and said, very seriously, 'I graduated today.' I replied, 'Yes, your point being?' I think he was getting a little exasperated with me. He said in a very slow, deliberate tone, 'I graduated today, Claire. That means I am not your student anymore.' I started to say that yes I know that, when I finally got it. I FINALLY UNDERSTOOD WHAT HE MEANT! I didn't realize I could be so thick! I felt light-headed. Harry took my face in his hands and said, 'I am finally allowed to do this.' He kissed me and for the first time, I could kiss back. He moaned ever so slightly when my tongue touched his. Merlin! He pulled away and I protested loudly. Harry said I should be patient and then he put his hand on the doorknob and opened the door, pulling me inside with him. I ventured slowly into the room and was immediately confused. I looked around me, not understanding where we were. If I didn't know any better, I would have sworn we were in the Gryffindor locker room! That was impossible because we were on the seventh floor in the castle, not out by the Quidditch pitch. I turned to look at Harry, who was leaning on the closed door, his hands clasped behind his back. I asked 'What is this place, Harry? Where are we?' He answered my question with another, 'Where do you think we are?' I answered that it looked like the locker room, but that it couldn't be. He laughed and said, 'Oh but Claire, it is and it can be.' Once again I found myself telling him I didn't understand what was going on.

Harry began walking slowly towards me and spreading his arms before him said, 'This is the Room of Requirement. It becomes whatever you need it to be.' I guess he could see the look of confusion that was still on my face so he continued, 'When we needed a place to practice Defense Against the Dark Arts in the 5th year, this is where we came. The room provided us with everything we needed.' He was standing right in front of me, so close I could feel his hot breath on my face. I caught on to the idea of the room's special powers, but why the locker room, I asked. His answer blew me away (Harry has a habit of doing that!). 'I know that was your fantasy, Claire. What you don't know is that it was mine as well,' he replied in a silky voice, the words whispered softly into my ear. As he pulled away, his tongue lightly grazed my ear lobe. I gasped.  'Give me two minutes, Claire' he said. The grin had returned to his lips as he moved away from me, going further into the room. He suddenly stopped, spun around and looking at me said, 'I almost forgot!' He pulled out his wand and before I knew it, I was wearing my teacher's robes!  He smirked and said, 'That's better' and then he disappeared in the back.

I knew where he had gone – to the shower. I realized that he would very shortly be stepping back into the room wearing only that towel! My fantasy of so many months was going to come true! My mind was racing and my heart pounding. He had been having the same thoughts as me! I could feel the wetness spreading between my legs. I was trembling with anticipation. It seemed I was in for an evening of role-playing! Could you call it 'The Student and the Naughty Teacher'? Perhaps the other way around would be more fitting since it was the so-called student who had initiated the encounter!

And then there he was, standing before me, just as he had done so many months before. He recreated his actions perfectly; he came out in just that towel, drying his hair. I stood transfixed, drinking in the sight of his perfect body. Harry finished toweling his hair and the reached down for his glasses. When his head came up he exclaimed, 'P-Professor Beckwith! Wh-what are you doing here?' It seems that Mr. Potter is quite the little actor! Anyone watching would have believed that he didn't know I was there. Of course, I played along.

I said, 'I just came to offer my congratulations on your fine performance, Mr. Potter.' I walked over slowly and stood before him. 'You were outstanding, as usual, Harry.' I stood up on my tiptoes and pecked him on the cheek, putting my hands on his arms to steady myself. I let my hands linger on him oh so briefly and then I stepped back to move away. Harry grabbed my hand and asked me to stay. I mumbled something about it not being a good idea. He stepped forward and pulled me closer until our bodies were molded one into the other. He said, 'I think it is a very good idea' and he began to kiss me, slowly, teasingly at first and then more aggressively. He has the softest, most delicious lips I have ever felt. Our tongues danced and intertwined, tasting, exploring, caressing, seeking… Without breaking our kiss, his hands moved to undo my robes – they fell to the floor. He moved his head back and began trailing little sucking kisses all down my neck and into my cleavage. His tongue darted between my breasts and then he licked a path back up my neck to my ear. Merlin, that never fails to turn me on (not that I wasn't already; it is just one of my more sensitive points)! Harry began to undo my blouse very, very slowly and then slipped it off my shoulders to join my robes in a heap on the floor. He squeezed my breasts and pinched my nipples through my bra. When I moaned, he pinched them a little harder and said, 'You like that, do you?' I moaned again and replied that I liked it, but I would like it even more if he bit them. He hastily removed my bra and obliged me. I said, 'What an accommodating young man you are, Mr. Potter!'  He just laughed between nibbles and mumbled something about 'aiming to please'.

Suddenly, Harry sunk down to his knees and looking up at me, ran his hands up my legs and under my skirt. Before I realized what he was doing, he slipped off my panties and threw them aside. Surprisingly, he stood up and kissed me deeply. I felt his hands on my backside. He pulled up the back of my skirt and began caressing my bare ass. He ground himself into me as he did it, letting me feel his hard cock. Do you know that that damned towel still hung around his waist! 

He let the hem of my skirt fall back down and then whispered into my ear, 'Are you wet for me Claire?' Merlin! I had been wet for him for months! I took a step back from him and in doing so saw the tent in his towel. I reached over and caressed him very lightly and very quickly. It was his turn to moan. I spread my legs apart and lifted up my skirt. I took his hand and put it on me saying, 'In answer to your question – see for yourself.' He wasted no time in inserting a finger inside me and saw with great satisfaction that I was not only wet, but dripping. I whispered to him this time, 'See what you do to me Harry?' He mirrored my words and actions by placing my hand on his cock and saying, 'See what you do to me, Claire.' There we were playing with each other! Merlin help me - it was amazing. We were standing there, staring into each other's eyes, moaning, panting, and drinking in the sights, sounds, and touch of the other. It took almost no time before I was screaming out his name as I came. In the blink of an eye, he was joining me in bliss. Do you know how hard it is to keep your eyes open when you come? Not once did we break our gaze until it was over. Harry picked up his wand and cleaned us both up and then he kissed me very deeply.

I stepped back and removed my skirt. I looked at Harry and asked him if he had used a Sticking Charm on that bloody towel. He smirked and gave it a flick with his finger. The towel finally fell! How it stayed on that long is beyond me! All those months fantasizing about what was underneath it – believe me, it was worth the wait. I have never seen such a gorgeous body in all my life! He is thin, but not all skinny. Oh the smooth skin, the perfectly flat belly, the strong, muscular arms and legs, the tight, round to-die-for-just-want-to-bite-it little butt, the beautiful cock, the smoldering emerald eyes! Have you ever looked at someone and wanted them so much that you felt as if you could crawl inside them and it still wouldn't be close enough? I wanted to possess him, to taste him, to touch him, to make him mine. I reached out to him and began to caress him, marveling in Harry in all his glory.

The wonderful thing about young men is that it doesn't take them long to become hard again. Harry was no exception. I pulled him over to a chair and made him sit. I sunk down between his legs and started kissing my way down his stomach. He was trembling with anticipation. I took him in my mouth and began teasing him mercilessly. Harry was calling my name, begging me not to stop. I felt his hands in my hair, encouraging me to continue. When I withdrew, he whimpered in protest. I bent down and gently sucked his balls. It was at that point he began calling for Merlin. He pulled me up and down on top of him. It was my turn to call out. I can't even to begin to describe the sensations I was feeling as I began to move. The word 'perfection' comes to mind. There we were staring into each other's eyes again. I reached down to remove his glasses, fearing they would get knocked off. He stopped me saying, 'Leave them, Claire. I want to be able to see you. I want to see everything.' Merlin! Harry seems to always know just the right thing to say.

How can I even begin to describe to you, dear Diary, what I was feeling at that moment: the delicious sensation of him deep inside me, that sensation I had been aching for, craving for all those months; the touch of his strong hands as they roamed over my entire body; the dual personality of his lips and tongue – gentle, delicate, moist, teasing when applied to my skin; hard, thrusting, crushing, burning white-hot when joined to my own; the eyes…I always come back to those eyes, those green eyes that will be my downfall. As I ride him, oh so close to my peak once again, they are burning into my very soul, so bright, so green, watching every move that I make and taking me in. I am drowning in an emerald sea. Suddenly, I am coming, calling out his name. He holds me closer, pulling me down sharply upon him. He is watching me, studying me, whispering words of encouragement in my ear – that's it, come for me Claire; let yourself go; I can feel you coming; you're so beautiful Claire. His murmurings increased my pleasure tenfold. As quickly as it began, it was over. I sat very still, trying to catch my breath. Harry was grinning at me. I kissed him and thanked him. I wanted to stay there, not to move, so that I could keep the feeling of him inside of me forever. However, that would have been very selfish of me. How could I not give back what I had just been given?

I began to move anew, telling Harry that it was his turn now. I captured his hands and brought them up to my breasts. I leaned forward so that he could suck on my nipples. I moaned loudly, knowing that what ever sounds I made would turn him on even more. I whispered to him, just as he had done to me. I never realized how powerful words were! Just the right ones could send you over the moon. I praised him lavishly, telling him what an incredible lover he was; I told him I adored every inch of his body; how delicious he tasted; how wonderful he smelled. As I increased my rhythm, I confessed how much I had wanted this to happen between us and how it was so much better than I had ever imagined. It was the truth. I had spent so many months thinking about making love with Harry, that I had been somewhat concerned that I might be disappointed. How foolish of me!

He now had his eyes closed – he was concentrating. 'Are you close, Harry?' I asked. He nodded his head very quickly - yes! I was moving at a frantic pace, desperate to ensure his pleasure. 'I want to feel you come inside of me Harry' I breathed in his ear. Suddenly his eyes sprung open and he let out such a moan of delight and called out 'Claire…oh yes Claire!' There is nothing like hearing your lover say your name at the moment of ecstasy! Merlin, I am excited all over again, just writing this down!

We stayed there and held on to one another, neither of us seeming to want to let go. I was thinking about how much I wanted to lay in his arms, how nice it would feel. When I opened my eyes, there it was! A huge bed had appeared in the corner of the room. I had forgotten about us being in the Room of Requirement. A truly amazing room it is too! I unwillingly left my perch on his lap and pulled him up saying, 'Come to the bed with me.'

We settled down together, my head on his chest and our legs intertwined. Dear Diary, I don't think I have ever felt so contented in all my life. I lay there, listening to the soft sound of his breathing, feeling his strong arms around me – who wouldn't feel contented? I started to talk - I wanted to tell him how much he had come to mean to me, but he wouldn't let me speak. He put his finger against my lips and said 'Hush, Claire. Don't spoil this moment with words. Let's just enjoy the feeling of each other.' What could I say? I certainly couldn't argue. I held my thoughts inside my head. There would be another time for them to be said. So, I did what Harry asked, I relished the moment.

 You would think that we would both have been exhausted but neither of us seemed fatigued. Harry began to draw lazy circles on my skin with his finger. I rolled onto my back so that he could have easy access to my body. Soon, the tickling touch of his finger became full-fledged caresses. At times, he would rake his fingernails over my skin, not hard enough to scratch, but enough to make me quiver. I could feel him hard against my thigh. There was that familiar tingling between my legs at the thought of what was to happen yet again. He took off his glasses and placed them on the nightstand and then took up a position between my knees. He entered me s-o-o-o slowly that I felt I could die right there from the pleasure. I hooked my legs around him and we began to move in perfect rhythm. No words were spoken; the air was filled with moans and gasps and other little sounds of delight. I climaxed first with him following only a split second later. I swear our bodies seemed to be as one. Finally sated, we climbed under the covers and snuggled against one another. Just before we fell asleep, I said to Harry, 'Let me once again congratulate you. Mr. Potter, that was an outstanding performance!' He laughed and pulled me closer. That was the last thing I remember - which brings me to this morning…

I awoke and at first I had no clue where the hell I was. As the fog slowly lifted in my mind, I smiled as the memories of last night flooded in. I asked myself if it had all been just a dream. The answer came quickly – no, it had been real, very real. I reached out across the bed. It was empty! I quickly sat up and looked around me. I was still in the Room of Requirement, but Harry was no where to be seen. I called out to him, but no answer came. I wondered what time it was. Suddenly, the wall beside the bed was filled with clocks of all shape and size. I rubbed my eyes, not believing what I was seeing. It wasn't the sudden apparition of timepieces that startled me; it was the time. It was 10:45 - I had slept the morning away! A realization hit me like a ton of bricks. I had exactly 15 minutes before the train was about to leave, carrying the students, including Harry, away from Hogwarts. I flew out of the bed, searching desperately for my clothes. They of course appeared, neatly folded on the chair. It was same chair where Harry and I had made love. If there had been more time, I would have stopped and replayed the scene in my mind. I did not have a second to waste. I hurriedly dressed and ran from the room. Down and down the stairs I raced, suddenly wishing I were taller so I could take them two at a time. I did not dare for my short legs would not permit such a feat. If only we were able to apparate! It would have made things a whole lot easier. Whoever banned it was an idiot.

I ran into Filch on the ground floor. He was yelling at me, something about not running in the school. I, of course, ignored him. He did not appreciate this at all. Screw him! Let him report me to Dumbledore! I burst out the door and was running with all my might across the grounds when I heard the whistle. Spurred on by panic, I found my second wind. However, it wasn't good enough. I reached the station just in time to see the back of the train pull away. Hagrid was the only living soul on the platform. He asked me what was wrong. It took awhile before I could catch my breath. I asked if all the students had gotten on the train: Hermione – yes; Ron – yes; Harry – yes. I had missed him. I couldn't hold back my tears. How could I have let this happen? Hagrid wanted to know why I was crying. I told him I was disappointed at having missed an opportunity to say goodbye. He patted me gently on the shoulder and tried his best to console me, bless his heart. He really is kind-hearted. I was inconsolable, however. He walked me back up to the school and asked if there was anything he could do. I thanked him and said that no, there was nothing he could do.

I have been here in my room crying since then. How could I have slept so long? Why did I not waken when Harry did? Why did he not wake me? I have too many questions dear Diary, without any answers.