Thanks for your reviews as usual. This story is not getting as many reviews as my other one, so please, please keep R&R-ing! Yes, I really enjoyed writing that last chapter. I'm glad you enjoyed reading it. Now this next chapter has been looming for a while, and I'm a little worried about posting it, but trust me, it's kind of essential to the story - hopefully you'll begin to see why by the end of the chapter. Just remember, nice girls do too...

Chapter Twelve

ARE YOU WATCHING ME?

Striding, stumbling, half-running, Andi went directly to her willow tree by the lake, her hands raking through her hair as though to pluck from her mind the porn movie that played there.

She reached the tree and hugged the trunk, her cheek feeling the coolness of the bark, her breasts heaving as her breath came out in gasps.

She had thought the night air might help to cool her, calm the swirling mass of sexual cravings that had invaded her body, but the air was heavy with heat. Sweat trickled down her neck, her thighs, between her breasts.

Had he known what was happening to her? Had he been able to see in her face the thoughts that were going through her head? He seemed to know things - as if he could read her mind. Oh, God, please don't let him have read it tonight...

It was his eyes. Those black glittering eyes that seemed to bore into her, to look into her thoughts until nothing was her own secret anymore.

How, for instance had he known she was in the music room yesterday afternoon? Or this morning when he had bumped into her when she'd been lost? It was if he had some kind of tracking device on her, or perhaps those eyes could see her, wherever she was.

His wine-stained lips came back into her mind again...oh, and she wanted to kiss them so badly....

She turned and fell back against the tree with an exasperated cry. She needed to cool off...

Her eyes looked out at the lake. It was dark and still, the moonlight reflecting along the middle. It looked cool and inviting. Perhaps if she took a quick dip, it might help.

She removed a shoe and as she did, those black, black eyes forced themselves back into her brain.

Did he know where she was all the time?

Did he watch her all the time?

She removed the other shoe.

Was he watching her now?

Her hand moved to the left strap of her dress.

If he was watching her now, how come she didn't feel outraged like she knew she ought?

She wriggled her shoulder to pass the strap over and then removed her arm through the loop.

How come the thought instead gave her butterflies in her stomach and a tingling between her legs as though she might find the idea...exciting?

Her hand moved to the right strap and did the same thing. She held the material to her body for a moment before lowering it slowly, deliberately - allowing her hands to linger over her breasts as they passed.

Oh Professor, are you watching now?

Enticingly, she stroked her hands around her hips, across her bottom to the three little buttons at the back of the waist. She plucked them undone one by one and then, instead of letting the dress fall as it wanted to, she crossed her arms around the front, picked up the sides and drew the dress up and over her head.

She took the dress high - to the full length of her arms, stretching and displaying her body to its full extent.

Are you watching, Professor?

She dropped the dress and ran her hands through her hair. She was completely hot with the thought that some how he could see what she was doing.

Running her hands down her neck, her throat, she caressed her breasts, the hard nipples practically forcing themselves between her fingers to be rubbed and played with.

She gasped.

Oh, please, please be watching.

Her hands continued down to the catch on her G-string. She clicked the left one open but didn't let it fall until the right had also been undone.

The pulse between her legs was beating hard and as her fingers moved down the v of her belly and began travelling the narrow line of pubes, she imagined she could feel his eyes following in their path and it caused a surge of excitement through her body.

I want you to be watching. I want you to be turned on by what you see. I want your fingers to be finding your own pulse as you watch.

The idea that she might be exerting some kind of power over him made her sizzle. The heat infused her body as she allowed her fingers to touch, stroke and enter her wetness.

She pushed back against the tree and pictured his eyes travelling over her body, watching her fingers working; watching as she squirmed and sighed against the bark; watching her breasts heaving as her climax approached. The image of his voyeuristic attention foremost in her mind as she shuddered and cried out to the sky as she came.

Panting, gasping, she kept her eyes closed as she brought her arms around her body and hugged herself.

A little voice at the back of her head was telling her oh, how she was going to regret this in the morning. She'd been embarrassed about him seeing her arse for goodness sake, now this!

But right now, she didn't care. She'd finally got release. She could all ready feel her body relaxing, the tension ebbing away, the effect of the Night Diamond diminishing.

Walking towards the lake she plunged in, shrieking at the sudden change of temperature.

She swam a few strokes, flipped over a couple of times and then the cold got too much for her and she returned to the bank.

She threw the cotton dress over her, picked up her G-string and shoes and began walking back to the castle. As she walked, she wondered on the chances that he had been watching; that he had seen everything. Could it be possible for someone to do that? Hadn't she seen him make a doorway materialise on a wall yesterday? Anything could be possible in this crazy place.

When she got back to her room, she spotted the Night Diamond still sitting in pretty innocence on her bedside table. An impish grin appeared on her face and she suddenly felt very curious to know if he had been watching.

The posy of Night Diamond in her hand, she knocked on his door...and knocked again when there was no answer.

"Professor, it's me. Could I speak with you a moment....?

"Professor...?"

"It is very late, Miss Carver," he snapped from behind the door.

"Barely eleven, Professor. But anyway, I just wanted to apologise for my very quick exit from dinner this evening."

"Apology accepted. However, I am becoming accustomed to your eccentric behaviour, Miss Carver and I defy the brightest medical mind to give a rational explanation to anything you say or do. Good night."

"Oh, but Professor - I've brought you a little peace-offering..."

Slowly, reluctantly, the door opened.

For the first time since her arrival at Hogwarts, he looked dishevelled. His shirt was untucked from his trousers, the cuffs were unfastened and hung loose around his hands and three buttons on the main body were undone, displaying a deep portion of his throat and beginnings of chest-hair.

Andi caught her breath. He looked as though he'd dressed in a hurry. It made him look...vulnerable and, even though she knew the effects of the Night Diamond had worn off, she thought he looked...sexy.

They stared at each other for a few seconds and she watched his Adam's apple ripple as he swallowed and said,

"Miss Carver..."

"Oh," she shook herself, a blush rising to her cheeks as she realised she'd been gawping. She held out the posy to him. "I brought you my Night Diamond. My danger-day is very near and I didn't want to take any chances..."

"Near?" He frowned as his eyes glanced away.

"Yes," she watched his face, wondering why he looked so puzzled. She then remembered why she had knocked on his door, and gave a naughty smile. "I remember you saying you use it so I thought you might like these, in case you had...exhausted your supply..."

He looked at her with no hint that he understood her double-entendre.

"Thank you, Miss Carver, but you really should not have troubled yourself."

"Oh, it was no trouble...it was my pleasure."

She held out the posy to him again, letting the fingers he might have watched earlier, linger a little longer than necessary, so that they made brief contact with his.

She smiled at him.

"Miss Carver, I feel it my duty to point out that you are very wet and your dress, transparent."

She looked down at the ivory cotton clinging to every inch of her body, her nipples very clearly and prominently on display through the cloth; the cotton dimpling at her tummy button; the dark shadow of pubic hair unmistakable.

"Oh, so it is! I didn't realise. I just got so wet this evening. Well, I'd better get off to bed then, and not disturb you any more."

"Thank you, Miss Carver."

She took one more look at his untidy dress and noticed his black trousers were not hanging quite so well as they normally did.

"You're very welcome, Professor."

She turned and walked back to her own room, grinning - a small "wow!" shaping her lips as she went.