These characters aren't mine, sadly, and I make no profit from Harry Potter. I cry out to the stars, "If only, if only."
Chapter 4: The First Lesson
Malfoy was waiting outside Selena's classroom with Crabbe and Goyle, and had begun bickering with Ron and Hermione, who were also waiting for Harry.
"Well, well, Potter," Malfoy said upon seeing Harry. "I suppose you thought having one Professor Snape against you wasn't enough."
"Shove off, Malfoy," Harry replied angrily; he didn't want to hear Malfoy's comments, he just wanted him to go away. To everyone's surprise, including Malfoy's, Draco turned and walked away, Crabbe and Goyle following him as they always did. "Bugger," Harry mumbled. "You two head on back to Gryffindor, I left something in the classroom." With that, he turned and headed back through the classroom to Selena's office.
"Why are you still here?" Selena greeted him.
"You're right," he said. "I need to be trained."
She sensed a willingness in his voice. "Alright then. First, you must learn an intense form of meditation. Make yourself comfortable," she instructed. He sat rigidly in the chair in front of her desk. "You don't expect me to believe that you're comfortable like that, do you?"
"I'm good," Harry responded, lying through his teeth. Selena stood and walked around her desk, stopping behind him. He assumed this would be part of the meditation, so he didn't turn to look at her.
She began massaging his shoulders and neck, and a tingling sensation ran through his body. "You're too tense," she breathed in his ear. "Relax." Harry leaned back in his chair as muscles he hadn't known were sore were healed by Selena's gentle yet firm massage. "Close your eyes." He did as she asked, a sigh escaping his lips. "Now clear your mind. Don't think about anything."
Not thinking about anything was far more complicated than it sounded. For quite some time, he couldn't help but fantasize about Selena. When he finally managed to clear her from his mind, his worries about Voldemort resurfaced.
"Alright, Mr. Potter, that'll do for today," Selena's voice broke into his thoughts. He opened his eyes and saw her sitting behind her desk. When did she stop massaging my shoulders, he wondered. "You'll be late for Potions if you don't leave now, and my brother is not a forgiving person."
With that sentence, he sprang up and ran. He didn't think he could handle the wrath of another Snape. Harry did not know that Selena followed him to the door and watched him run down the hall, hunger in her eyes.