He's pointing to my newest mimbulus mimbletonia hibrids and seems make questions to one of my staff. The said staff explaining and he nods here and there.

His arms folded to his chest, and he's unconsiously tapping his point finger to his own arm. He always do that when he's deep in though.

His fingers are always so long and beautifull. Those things I had always looks into instead his eyes way up there in his 16 years old tall towering body above my chubby 11 years old body back then when we were still in the school. After all, I never dared to look into his blue eyes under his long lashes that shine of pride and confident.

"Hold your wand steadly, Nev. Dont be grogy. It wont changed into snake. Feel it like its part of your body." His long fingers touched mine, correcting my own grip on my wand.

His touch is gentle, send me a calming sensasion after my all day long fervor under the menancing glares of the professors.

He squased my wrist and bend it arround. "Relax. Take a deep breath. Your wand is your best buddy. Its your ally."

I was nodding on his composed voice.

"Good. Now, lets start to try the movement. Let me see how you do that..."

His steady and patient voice really raise my confident. His voice was always heavy and prim, and then at the moment was start deepening as a sign of near end of puberty transformation.

I close my eyes for a while, and swish my wand almost a full circle, then flick it quick.

"Good start, Nev. Dont flick it before its reach your eye level."

I was nodding again and retry the movement.

"Very good. See, Nev, its easy for you. Now enchant the spell..."

"Wingardium leviosa!"

My feather fluttering a little then stilled.
He's chuckling. But instead nervous, me too, chuckling along.

"Ron not even better than that." He still hold his smile.

I always envied Ron for that kind smile he always hold arround Ron. A brotherly affectionated smile that made me feel save and protected.

I know him for so long time ago, far before i attended Hogwarts. Because out of all Ron's brother, he is the only one who never feel too cool to accompany his little brother to attended his little fellow wizard's birthday party. He's always patiently watching little Ron, and he always showing that proudfull smile when Ron behave his self.

Once a time, I'd ever begging my Nana no buy him for me. Because I want a big brother like him. Too pitty he was not and never for sale.

He picks his wand from the table, and wrap his fingers arround it, giving me one example. His feather hovering with an ease. He move his wrist arround, and the feather dancing in the air. Then, he flicks it to his quil, and his book. He made them all circling arround me, and our giggle mingled up.

My eyes on his fingers.
Those fingers that so wonderfully gracefull gripping his wand, later on filling my puberty dreams with many maneuvers.

I always feel guilty and ashame on my dreams about him.

He was so great in my mind. Well, now he's still so great, but how was I feel, he was untouchable for me.

With his top marks, his prestigious tittles, his gracefull appearance, his taste must something way above me.

I found out his choice of girl was the best of all aspect. Of her appearance, her marls, her tittle, even on their secret stuffs, like sex activities.

It was not that I'm a pervert or what, its just my luck that i was crawling behind the tables in an empty classroom looking for Trevor, my pet frog, when he and his girl friend're entering, closed and cast a locking spell on the door, already on a heated mood between the lips battle and limbs went everywhere. My dirty dreams got wilderer after I heard his groans, moans and his extatic comes when she's kneeling in front of him. I didnt know wheter I glad or sad because she's blocking my view from his thing. But i know it must really long, from the way her head move up and down.

And also they said, men's thing are twice of their point finger's size. And his point fingers are long.

So long, so that Ravenclaw prefect girl whimpering under his finger dance arround her g-spots.

My dream getting even bewilderer when i know he wont shutting me off for my feeling for him, because he is too into boys. Or some certain boy to be exact? I never have a gutt to ask him that question nor told him my feeling.

Its also not that I was obsessed on him or what, its just really again a coinsidence when I stuck beside Oliver's bed tried to reach Trevor, when he and Oliver entering their room, and I just frozen on the spot.
How he'd reacted Oliver that time become my all time wanking material.

Apparantly, its then become his special care to ease our tensed and stressed quiditch captain nerve before any important match. And its also his way to relieved Oliver's grieves after any match loss. (I wonder why Trevor really likes to hide under Oliver's bed).

His celebration on Oliver success attemp to get the quiditch cup was my last time seeing him.