A/N: I don't own Gilderoy Lockhart, Harry Potteror Penelope Clearwater.
Gilderoy sat at his desk; absently signing photographs for his many admirers. A small smile lingered on his lips as his mind wandered.
He couldn't believe his luck when he was offered the teaching position at Hogwarts. Well, the truth be told, he wasn't really that surprised. He had always had good fortune. His stunningly handsome looks and easy charm had paved his way through life nicely. Being a genius at memory charms came in handy as well.
Really though, adding 'Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor' to his already impressive resume was too good to pass up. Just thinking of the publicity he would get from being 'the one that taught Harry Potter all he knows' made Gilderoy weak in the knees. A little modification to the boy's memory would ensure that Harry didn't contradict this slight embellishment. Women would swoon in his presence. Not that they didn't swoon now, of course, but the effect would certainly be enhanced. What female could resist a man gracious enough to take poor orphaned Harry Potter under his wing?
However, the greatest benefit of being a Hogwarts professor hadn't occurred to him until he arrived at the school. His lack of foresight was shocking but it had only taken him a moment, that first night in the castle, to realize what incredible opportunities were available to him. There in the Great Hall, assembled among the four House tables, were literally hundreds of young girls. Many of them had not yet blossomed but the upper classes held more than enough beauties to keep him occupied. He could see the adoration on the older girls' faces already. And what a pleasure it would be to watch the younger ones grow into lovely flowers just waiting for him to pick them.
That night in the Great Hall had been five months ago. Since then he lost no time in cultivating his little buds. So young and innocent, it was easy to flatter them. Simple really, to make them love him and desire his affection in return. He picked them one by one, always with a little charm after he was finished. It wouldn't do to have the other professors overhear girls talking about the great love that brought them to his bed. It was better for the girls that way too of course. For when he took them it was always a new experience. After the initial deflowering they felt no pain, although they believed that was due to his tender considerations rather than because the barrier had already been broken.
Gilderoy kept their stolen memories in a well-hidden pensieve. On the rare evenings that he had no company, Gilderoy loved to immerse himself in the pensieve and relive his escapades through the young lady's point of view. He loved to watch himself artfully igniting their passions then protesting that, no, he was a professor; he could not give in to the temptation. Then, finally, allowing the temptress to wear down his defenses and succumbing to her charms. His performances were brilliant.
There was a knock on his office door, rousing him from his reminiscences. Entreating the visitor to enter, he watched the 5th year Ravenclaw slip shyly into the room and silently close the door behind her. Her black hair fell gracefully down below her shoulders, just tickling the shiny prefect's badge she wore.
"Thank you for coming, Miss Clearwater. I can't tell you how I've longed to see you."