Gwyn quickly ran down to her first class, knowing full well she would get another talk with Professor McGonagall if she was late again. Gwyn reached outside McGonagall classroom with a minute to spare. She swiftly put on the robe she grabbed up at the Astronomy Tower. She noticed it was rather big on her and the sleeves went past her hand, but didn't have time to give it a second thought. Gwyn quickly strode into class and sat in her usual seat. Some of the girls stared at her and started whispering. Gwyn was use to this, so she ignored it as usual.
McGonagall came in and started give a speech on what they were learning today. Susan Bones, halfway through the speech, tapped Gwyn on her arm and whispered, "Why do you have lion on your robes?"
Gwyn raised one of her eyebrows and looked at Susan like she was crazy. Susan shook her head and didn't explain. Gwyn turned her attention back to McGonagall and started taking notes. It wasn't until the sleeve of her robe kept falling down over her hand, that Gwyn realized this robes weren't hers. Her eyes widened and she looked down at the Gryffindor symbol. She quickly slapped her hand over it, causing a roar of laughter from the girls. Gwyn groaned and sunk in her chair.
Ron realized he had the wrong robes when he tried them on and the arms came down halfway between his elbow and wrist. Also, it sounded like it was about to rip when Ron only had one arm in. Ron carefully took it off and looked at it. It had the Ravenclaw symbol and was much smaller then his robes. Ron wondered if he could get away with just caring around his robes for the day.
Ron entered the Defense Against the Dark Arts class, with his robes in his hand, and sat down next to Harry. Harry eyed his suspiciously and asked, "Why aren't you wearing your rob?"
"It's a little warm today, don't you think?"
"Ron, it's mid November and it's started to snow," Harry said, pointing to the window where snow was falling.
Ron shrugged and got ready for the class.
The new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher was a young male, with light brown hair that was about an inch long, constantly looking like he ran his hands though it during the morning and that was it. He had a little stubble around his jaw and chin. Most of the girls fancied him, thinking her looked so rugged and manly. The professor would always smile so sweetly at him. Harry felt uneasy around him, as did Hermione. This teacher also wanted to have each student to stay after so he could personally discuss his or her goal plans for this year. Today was Ron's day.
Ron head up to his desk after class and waited for the professor to speak first. The professor smiled and said, "Hello Mr. Ronald Weasley. Is there a nickname you would prefer?"
"Ron."
"Ok, Ron, do you have any goals for this year?" the professor asked.
"Not really Professor Taylor," Ron told him. "I just want to learn even to stay alive."
"Admirable," Taylor told him with a small laugh. "Now, are there any spells you want to learn? Counter spells?"
"I guess trying to work on blocking spells," Ron said with a shrug.
"Has any of your other defense against the dark arts teacher taught you that yet?" Professor Taylor asked.
"They mentioned it, but I don't think they ever really showed us how to perform one," Ron confessed.
"Well, thank you for the suggestion and I'll be sure to fit that in the lesson plan," Taylor told him. He signed a note and handed it to Ron. "Here's note incase you need it for your next class. Thanks again Ron."
Ron nodded and walked out of the classroom, shivering. There was something about that new professor that just didn't feel right, but then again something about Snape didn't feel right either.
As Ron was walking down to his next class Justin came up to him. "Ron, give me your robes."
"What?"
"Gwyn wants her robes back," Justin told him.
"Oh, sure." Ron handed over Gwyn's robes. Justin handed Ron his robes back, which Ron quickly put back on glad for some thing to help protect him against the bitter cold. "So, why did you have this?"
"Gwyn was sick of all the stares that she was getting from wearing a Gryffindor's robes," Justin told him with a huge grin. "So?"
"So what?" Ron asked.
"Nothing," Justin said, still grinning. He turned around and started walking away.
"Hold up Justin," Ron said, walking up to him. "What did you mean by that?"
"Really, you must know?" Justin asked. Ron nodded and Justin just sighed. "By now, you must have heard about Gwyn's reputation? Well, I just wanted to know if she lived up to it."
"Oh." Ron blushed, almost matching his hair. "Yeah, she did. Can I ask you a question?"
"Sure."
"If someone was to get Gwyn something for her birthday, or something, what would she want?" Ron asked, looking down at the floor while asking.
Justin smirked and said, "A good bang." Justin started walking, but then turned around and told Ron, "You didn't hear this from me, but Gwyn's favorite flower is the jasmine."
Ron nodded and head towards his next class.
Gwyn shivered as she waited for Justin. She was going to be late to class, again. This was not going to bode well with Professor Taylor. Gwyn sighed and rubbed her hands on her arm. Finally she saw Justin walking towards her with a robe in his hands. She ran up to him and grabbed the robes. "What took you so long?"
"Ron's just a chatter box," Justin told her. "I bet he talked during sex."
"Shut up Justin, I'm going to be late," Gwyn said.
"Just tell me, how was he?" Justin asked.
Gwyn smiled and joked, "Let me go or I'm going to kiss you."
"Ew, you have cooties. Tell me later?"
"Yes Justin, now I have to go." Gwyn hugged him and then ran off.
Gwyn quickly ran into the classroom. Everyone stared at her, but Professor Taylor smiled at her and said kindly, "Please Miss Opal, take a seat."
Gwyn smiled weakly and took her seat. Professor Taylor continued with his lesson. Gwyn shifted uncomfortably in her seat. Her robe compared to Ron's was so small and restricting. Gwyn tugged at the sleeves and realized her robe felt scratchy.
Professor Taylor just made a joke and everyone was laughing and writing down notes. Gwyn quickly pulled out some parchment and a quill. As Gwyn scribbled down some notes, her mind began to wander somewhere else. She looked at Professor Taylor and wondered why so many girls liked him. She did admit he was good looking, but she didn't see anything special about him. Gwyn looked around and saw a couple girls goggling over him; some even had their eyes closed and were smiling blissfully.
Gwyn closed her eyes also and thought about what had happened last night, well only for a little bit, and then she thought about this morning. She smiled when she remembered Ron handing her the apple and the bacon. She took in a deep breath and felt a cool rush of air against her ear. Gwyn shivered but didn't open her eyes.
"Miss Opal," a voice whispered in her ear.
Gwyn jumped and saw people filing out of the classroom. She looked to her right and Professor Taylor was kneeling next to her chair smiling. "You missed the bell."
"Sorry Professor," Gwyn said, gathering her stuff.
"Miss Opal, you know it's your appointment today, right?" Professor Taylor asked.
Gwyn gave him a blank stare and said, "Right."
She gather up her things and headed up to his desk. Professor Taylor waved his wand and a chair appeared. Gwyn sat on the chair, while Professor Taylor leaned against his desk, staring at Gwyn. He cleared his throat and said, "Now Miss Opal, you were late to class today and-"
"Professor, I already got this speech," Gwyn told him.
Professor Taylor let out a relieved laugh and said, "Good. I honestly don't know what the other professors' problem is." Professor Taylor got up and circled Gwyn. He stroked her hair and said, "I think it's perfectly normal for a teenage girl to have a healthy sex drive."
Gwyn recoiled from his hand, and shifted uncomfortably. Professor Taylor smiled and asked, "Want any tea, coffee or anything?"
"No thank you, I'm fine," Gwyn answered him.
"I insist, have a drink," the professor said, squeezing Gwyn's shoulder. Gwyn leaned away from him and nodded. Taylor smiled and waved his wand. A tray appeared that had a black teapot with a red flower design on it, and two matching cups. Taylor poured her a cup of tea and asked, "Sugar, cream?"
"Just two sugars please," Gwyn said, feeling highly uncomfortable about her situation.
Taylor handed her a cup of tea and then poured himself a cup. Gwyn took a small of her tea, keeping her eyes on the floor. She felt Taylor's eyes stare at her, but Gwyn didn't say anything. Taylor took a sip and asked, "So Miss Gwyn Opal, is there a nickname? Gwyneth? Gwynie?"
"Its just Gwyn."
"Ok, Gwyn," Taylor said with a huge smile. "I must say I was very impressed with your score on the latest test."
"Thanks."
Professor Taylor put his teacup down and walked around to the back of Gwyn's chair. He put his hand on her arm and started rubbing her arm. "Of course, I should have expected that from such a beautiful Ravenclaw."
Gwyn tensed up when she heard Taylor say that. Taylor noticed that and said, "My Gwyn, you are so tense. Let me help with that."
Taylor began to massage her shoulders and began to take off her robes. Gwyn shifted away and asked, "So Professor, do you have any goals for my class?"
Professor Taylor laughed and said, "Gwyn, I'm the one who is supposed to ask that question."
"If that's the question then the answer is I say teach us what ever will keep us alive," Gwyn said.
Taylor softly blew in Gwyn's ear and asked, "Is there any personal goals of yours that you want to achieve?"
"No, I'm fine," Gwyn said, standing up quickly and knocking the cup of tea al over her front. She gasped and said, "Bloody hell."
"Here let me help," Taylor said, taking off her robe. Then he took a towel and began blotting her front.
Gwyn quickly backed away from him, bumping into the desk, and said, "No, I'm fine. I don't need your help."
"Quick, take off your shirt or it will burn you," Taylor said, starting to pull her shirt up past her bellybutton.
Gwyn slapped his hands away and said, "No, it's fine."
"Gwyn, you need to get that shirt off," Taylor said, now unbuttoning the top of her shirt.
Gwyn tried to push his hand away. Taylor got mad and pushed Gwyn on to the desk. Gwyn stared at him fearfully as Taylor climbed on top of her. Taylor smirked and unfastened her shirt. He began to massage her ample breast, and nibbled on her ear. Then he moved his lips to her lips. He forced his tongue inside her mouth and began to explore it. Gwyn felt Taylor growing harder and once his mouth moved to her neck, Gwyn said, "Please Professor Taylor-"
Taylor made a noise of pleasure in the back of his throat and said, "Yes, call me that again. Call me Professor Taylor again."
Gwyn tried to push Taylor off of her by his shoulder and said, "Professor get off me."
Taylor groaned and grabbed Gwyn wrists. "You've been a bad girl Miss Opal." Then he kissed her forcefully.
Gwyn squirmed under his bodyweight and when his tongue entered her mouth again, Gwyn bite it. Taylor retracted his mouth and squeezed her wrist firmly. Gwyn whimpered softly, which made Taylor grin widely. He brought his mouth down to her neck and bite vehemently. Gwyn cried out in pain and thought to herself, I need a plan; I need a plan.
Gwyn pulled her right hand out of Taylor's grip and wrapped it around his neck. She brought his lips to hers and kissed him passionately. She slipped her tongue into his mouth and massaged the part were she bite him. Taylor moaned, giving Gwyn the chance to roll Taylor over, making her on top. They had pushed a pile of papers and inkbottles off the desk, scattering them around the desk and creating ink stains on the floor.
Gwyn quickly broke the kiss and pushed off of him. Gwyn ran towards the door, not caring that her robe, wand, and bag were still by the desk. Taylor flicked his wand and the door shut. Gwyn whipped around and stared at Taylor. He smirked and got off the desk. He stalked over to Gwyn rather egotistically and asked, "Gwynie, where would you run to? Who would you run to? No one would believe you, especially if I said you're the one who came on to me. People would believe that."
Gwyn back up against the door as Professor Taylor pushed his body against hers. Gwyn stared at him; paralyzed by fear, as Taylor stroke her cheek. Finally he said, "Gwynie, when you let one boy treat you as an object, you become everyone's object."
Gwyn, who actually hadn't been paralyzed by fear, reached into his pockets and pulled out his wand. She stepped away from him and muttered a curse. Professor Taylor dropped to the ground, laughing. Gwyn ran over and got her things. She pointed to the door with her own wand and the door flung open. She ran towards it and right before she exited the door she looked at Taylor. He had stopped laughing and was gasping for breath. Gwyn dropped his wand by his feet and said, "I'm not everyone's object."
Then Gwyn ran out of the door. She ran down the hallway, while attempting to button her shirt again. She managed two buttons before she bumped into someone, falling down.
"Watch it!" a voice scolded her. Then she heard them sneer, "Opal, it's called a bib."
"Oh fuck off," Gwyn snapped, and then she looked up to see a very angry Snape. "Shit," she muttered.
"Miss Opal, that is highly inappropriate language," Snape told him.
"Sorry Professor," Gwyn said, smiling sweetly.
"Minus twenty-five points from Ravenclaw," Severus told her.
Gwyn nodded her head and said, "Yes Professor."
As soon as Severus Snape left, Gwyn heard laughter from down the hallway. Draco walked over to her laughing and said, "Opal, you're such a slob with a dirty mouth."
Gwyn got up and said, "Stuff Malfoy."
"Going back to using my last name?" Draco asked, frowning slightly.
Gwyn was not in the mood to deal with him right now. "Drop it Draco," she said in a voice full of venom.
"Is little Opal upset?" Draco asked, mockingly. He regretted it the moment he said the words.
Gwyn pushed him against the wall and said, "I'll bet your pretty little ass into a pulp."
"Did you just say my ass was pretty?" Draco asked with a smug smile.
Gwyn punched him in his chest and said, "Shut the hell up."
Draco placed a hand on her cheek and asked, "What's wrong?"
"Like you care," Gwyn said, pushing his hand away.
"Normally I wouldn't, but you punch like a guy," Draco told her. "I think if I don't ask what's wrong, you're going to hurt me."
"I'll hurt you if you try to ask me anything," Gwyn told him.
"How about if I do this?" Draco asked and kissed her passionately.
Gwyn looked at him dazed and asked, "Is that broom closet being used right now?"
"Let's find out," Draco said, and led her in the closet.
A/N: I based the new professor on a real person, but he is not a rapist! I just thought he would be a good in the role as the new DADA professor.
onlyonceinforever: I understand reading during bio, but in history? atleast your history teacher is nice!