Right people, the rating has changed to M, and that's for a reason.

1958

"We can't do this any more."

"Can't do what?"

"Please don't do this to me. You know I love you, and we both know that it's wrong. If anyone knew –"

"That never bothered you before." His voice was colder now, and she could see the hurt in his eyes. "You're just looking for a reason, aren't you? Just a few more weeks and it can be real. A few more weeks, and you're letting go now. This is it, isn't it? You don't really care about me, do you?"

"I do," her eyes filled with unshed tears, "but you don't know what you're getting yourself into. You don't love me, you're too young to know what love is. You're in love with the idea of being in love, and I'm a stupid hag for taking advantage of that."

He stroked her cheek gently, and his voice was soft now. "I do love you. I've always loved you; we're made for each other. You told me once that you knew from the very beginning, from the first time you met me. You knew we shared a destiny."

She smiled at the memory of him as a child. He was not a child any longer, for he had grown into a beautiful young man, one whom she had watched change and develop but always, always, they had been close. It was wrong and had always been, but she was a great believer in following her heart.

He, too, was ruled by love, and he had so many times persuaded her that what they had was right. So many times he had forced her into giving him detentions and extra help when she had tried to avoid him, her conscience finally overruling her emotions. But this was not one of those times. This time they had planned to meet, for she knew what she must tell him. She knew that they could never be together, for he was too young to know what he wanted, and she too old to tie him down. By now she should be married with children, not teaching at her old school and taking advantage of pupils silly enough to believe they loved her.

But she knew she loved him. She loved him more than anything, would give the world, her soul and more to be with him for all eternity, but one thing she wouldn't give was his life, his freedom, his youth. He didn't deserve to be with her, and she knew it all too well. While he was her pupil and she his Professor, it was all a beautiful daydream, but once they entered the real world, it could never work.

"I know what I said."

"Then you can't argue with it. You know it's true. What we have is right and true, and nobody can stop that." His smile and open expression full of innocence and naïveté made her heart melt.

"Please, don't do this to me. It's already so hard for me."

"I love you. How can that be wrong? I know you're trying to do what's best, but you always told me to follow my heart."

"I make mistakes," she said quickly, but even more quickly, he replied.

"Professor Dumbledore taught me that too. It's one of his most important lessons he has to teach, he said. He said that love is more important that anything, stronger than Dark magic, stronger than prejudice or anger or hate…how can he be that wrong?"

She sighed, a silent tear falling down her pale cheek. His hand, olive-skinned and so starkly different from her own complexion, brushed it away and kissed the wet skin left behind.

"I have to leave you, I just have to!"

"No you don't. You don't have to do anything you don't want to." He kissed her nose and looked into her eyes. "Please, stay with me. I can't –" He paused, looking deep into her dark eyes with his own pools of emotion. "- I can't go on without you. Please don't make me try."

More tears leaked out of her eyes. "You'll – you'll get by alright. You'll realise I was just some silly fantasy, that we could never truly be together."

He took her in his arms and held her to him as she sobbed, her body shaking with grief and the premonition of an emptiness which was soon to come. "No I won't. You're the only one I have left." She felt him squeeze her tighter to him, enveloping her. He had grown so big – she was small and slim and now he held her in his huge bear hug. It was so hard for her to remember that he was no longer the child she had first known: he was a man, both physically, emotionally and legally. She knew that, now, they could rightfully be together, but it just wouldn't work and it tore her apart to think of it. And she knew it was true: he had no one. His parents were dead, he had no siblings, and she had taken on the role of mother to him as well as lover. Although lover only in spirit, not in body. Her head and her conscience had managed to prevent her from doing anything she, and he, would both regret.

"You have your friends."

"I don't want my friends, I want you." He paused and drew her away from him, tracing the line of her jaw with one finger, gazing into her eyes with a look of soulful pleading. "I love you."

"No you don't, you're too –"

"Too young?" His lip curled, and she immediately felt guilty. "That's just an excuse. I'm as much an adult as you, as anyone you could love. I love you."

"I know," she said, and forced herself not to speak again, because she knew that if she spoke those fateful words now she would never be able to leave him. Ever.

"Stay with me, my darling. Just for tonight. If not forever, at least for tonight."

As she looked into his eyes once more, she knew there was no denying. She could not, would not refuse him that. She wanted it as much as him, if not more. She nodded mutely and he took her in his arms again, kissing the top of her head and whispering things that only she could hear. She closed her eyes and felt his breath on her neck, the gentle brush of his smooth warm lips against her cold skin. He kissed her, gently, and she shivered. He kissed her neck again and she felt the soft flutter of his eyelashes as he turned his head.

She sighed and yet another tear dripped down her cheek as she fully realised that she could never have this again. He removed his lips from her skin and, ever so gently, with the tip of his tongue, licked up the salty droplet. She smiled slightly and opened her eyes. He looked up at her, with her sparkling wet lashes, and kissed her lips, tracing the outline of her mouth which he knew so well with his salty tasting tongue. She opened her mouth and felt the warmth and heat of his own, exploring delicately with her tongue. She wrapped one arm around his neck and tangled the other in his soft, silky dark locks. His right arm tightened its grip around her small waist, while his left helped her shrug off her already loosened outer robes.

He then placed this hand on her upper thigh, lifting her so she no longer touched the ground, her legs wrapped around his hips. Her hand moved from his neck to his shoulders, and she made tiny circles on the smooth skin between his hair and his collar. He gave an almost silent groan in the back of his throat, and she smiled. She detached her lips from his and began to kiss his jaw, feeling his thin layer of stubble rough against her skin. She rubbed her cheek against his jaw, and stuck her tongue out, caressing his earlobe. He gave a deep chuckle, and squeezed her tighter.

She pulled away, but when he made a puppydog face, she grinned again and began to kiss his neck once more. Tantalisingly slowly, her hands moved to his collar, where one shirt button was already undone. She began, just as slowly, to undo the others, one hand slipping beneath the white cotton to wander over toned muscles and smooth, velvety skin. He cupped her chin and licked her nose, making her giggle.

He moved both his hand beneath her derrière, and she clung to his neck again as he walked slowly over to the bed in the room which had always been there, but had never been used by this couple. She supposed that the Room of Requirements appeared this was to any lovers in need of a private place. He sat her down on the edge of the bed, his hands brushing against the luxurious fabric. She motioned for him to lay down, and he did so, raising an eyebrow as she smiled.

She climbed onto his hips, straddling him. Though she could feel him beneath her, she did not do anything which suggested so. She bent forwards and kissed his collarbone, most of his shirt now hanging open revealing his tanned, muscular chest. She decided not to tease him about sunbeds or vanity, but just to enjoy him. She lay down on his chest and breathed in the smell of him; the pure masculinity. He stroked her hair as it lay across his skin, chocolate brown against olive. Finally, she raised her head, looking t him through her long dark lashes. All he could see in her eyes was love, and she could not deny that he returned it.

She sat up slightly and, undoing the remaining buttons of his school shirt, slipped it from his shoulders, kissing each one as she went. She continued across his collarbone, down his chest to his stomach and the fine trail of hair which led her lower. He took her by the waist at this point, though, and kissed her again. Taking this as a signal, she moved forwards to meet his embrace.

His hands had moved beneath her deep green sweater and his thumbs caressed her skin. Slowly and cautiously, he raised her sweater and pulled it over her head. She shook her hair free and looked down at him, smiling. He had never seen her this way before: they had shared chaste kisses and lingering embraces, but never had she allowed him this physical contact, for if she did she knew she would not be able to let go. She had seen him in the showers after quidditch practice; he had no secrets from her. She was not embarrassed, however. She relished every second he spent on her and she on him. This, to her, was a dream come true.

He smiled up at her in adoration, not caring that her bra was only simple black satin. He brushed his hands over her bare shoulders and she shivered at his touch. He then ran his hands down her sides, feeling the expanse of warm skin that he had never before been allowed to touch. He kissed her collarbone as she had done him, and kissed all the way down her body, between her breasts and over her stomach, until he reached the waistband of her skirt. Then he leaned forwards and took her in his arms again, whispering softly in her ear "You're beautiful."

He pulled her skirt down over her hips and she kicked it to the floor. She unzipped his black school trousers and tugged them down, not caring for once that he was so young and so vulnerable. He unclasped her bra and puled that off too, and she pressed herself against him, wanting to feel his body against hers, as close as they had ever been.

They lay like that, basking in each other's heat and softness of naked skin for what could have been hours: not speaking, not moving, not thinking, just lying in each other's company. Side by side they lay, staring into each other's eyes, hardly breathing. They leaned forward for a kiss, and that tiny contact between their lips set them off again, unable to resist now the call of their bodies.

Again he ran his hands down her sides, over her hips, down her thighs. He caressed the satin of her underwear as it lay, tight against her skin. She, too, moved her hands all over him, and arched her back as his fingers came to rest on her nipples. He flipped her over and began to rub them, teasing, kissing, stroking, nibbling. She groaned at the feel of his hot mouth over her hard nipple and he reached out to lick. She writhed, moaning more, and he removed his mouth only to blow on the wet patch he had left, causing her skin to tingle even more.

She pulled him by the shoulders and kissed him deeply, feeling him hard against the inside of her thigh. She opened her eyes to see him looking back at her, his eyes full of lust. He gave a deep groan in the back of his throat as she reached down her hand and caressed him. He grabbed her hand, in control, and kissed it, laying it back down beside her head. He kissed her nipple again and felt her writhe, then replaced his mouth with his fingers.

She lay in ecstasy, soaking up everything he was giving her. This couldn't be a mistake. It had never been like this, ever. Could anyone not in love experience a feeling like this?

He traced the nails of his other hand down the centre of her stomach, making her squirm. As his hand touched satin, she shivered. He looked up at her, asking her permission, and she smiled. His hand moved lower and his nails began to brush, very gently, against her. The satin was moist and she moaned, willing him to stop the teasing. Minutes of this went by, her breathing becoming heavier and her groans becoming more audible, when he suddenly yanked down her underwear. Exposed to the air at last, she lay and breathed, her chest heaving, slick with sweat.

He sat up and gazed at her, taking in everything about her. She watched as his eyes roved all over her body, not minding the needy and wanting expression upon his face. He rubbed the whole of his hands down her body, his palms teasing her nipples again. She groaned as his hands slipped down the insides of her thighs, just inches away but not touching. Then he lowered his mouth to her thigh, swirling his tongue on the sensitive skin. She tried to reach down and move his head only a few inches higher, but he wouldn't let her. He continued to nibble and suck, leaving a trail of tiny love bites, until he finally reached the place she wanted him to be. He paused and blew on her, making her moan louder than she had before. He then lowered his tongue and gave a tentative lick and she moaned, long and deep. He drew away again and she opened her mouth in protest, but he put a finger to his lips and she shut it grudgingly.

Without warning, he plunged his tongue deep inside her and she stuffed her fist in her mouth, not wanting to scream. Neither of them had bothered to check if the Room of Requirements had silencing spells around it. After all, neither had thought they would be needing them… He removed his head and looked at her silently. Seeing the look on his face, she leaned forwards and pulled down his boxer shorts, discarding them on the floor where their other clothes had ended up. She reached out to touch him, but he shook his head.

Parting her legs gently, he plunged into her. Again she had to stifle a scream with her hand, and she clung to him as he began to move. Deep inside her, the friction between them caused pants, groans and moans from both of them, each indistinguishable in their pleasure from the other. Finally, after minutes of thrusting hips, arching backs and sweat-slicked bodies, he came inside of her and her walls contracted around him. Both minds went blank for a fraction of a second, though it felt like far longer, and they surfaced, panting, from their shared eruption.

Moments later, his voice full of emotion, he looked deep into her eyes and said, "I love you."

And when she looked back , she found herself replying, "I love you too." And, unbidden, tears came to her eyes again.

A look of pain and confusion upon his face, he asked, "Why? Why are you crying?"

"Because –" she began, and her voice faltered, "Because I can never leave you."

Ookay, that was interesting. Took me a couple of hours to write - I started as soon as I had the previous one up, andI got a review! Yay!

risiThanks, I'm a little better. Dunno if I'll go back to school tomorrow or not, we'll have to see. I hope it'll be understandable even if it's totally random (which is most likely). Thanks a million!

It may be a while now, though the more you ask me, the more I'll write!

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