I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry. I had the worst writer's block and refused to rush and give you a crap chapter. So here it is - and MUCH longer than all the other chapters. Your reviews kept me so motivated, I truly thank you all. Get an extra set of panties ready.
Cause you hold me like a woman
In a way I've never felt before
And it makes me wanna hold on
It makes me wanna be all yours.
"Newt," I gasped, "why are you...?"
His hands were splayed against the stone walls, trapping me between his arms as his intimidating form towered over mine. My eyes nervously followed his steady movements as he lifted his wand from his jacket pocket. Ever so slowly and tortuously, he ran the tip of his wand down my chest all the way to my stomach. A startled moan hitched in the back of my throat as his wand's wordless magic left an intimate trail of bare skin exposed, while my entire uniform unraveled at the seams.
He lifted my chin, demanding my focus to remain on him entirely. "Have you forgotten our agreement already? Tsk tsk... Such a naïve little minx," he replied, voice dark and laced with lust.
I opened my mouth to protest, "Profe-I mean, Newt, what do you...?"
"With our private sessions that you so graciously offered, I intend to study you," he declared huskily. His eyes bore into mine with unrelenting hunger as he undid his bowtie. "I will study all of you...privately..." he began to unbutton his vest, "thoroughly..." he continued as my breathing grew shallower, "exclusively...until the only expert in making you submit to unending pleasure...will be none other than me," he smirked mischievously.
I was suddenly overcome with ravenous desire as I stared up into the viridian eyes of the taunting man standing over me. Lacking all contrition, I reached out and touched-
I woke with a start, squinting under the intense beam of sunlight that greeted me from the grand windows. My chest heaved and my entire body flushed hotly under my dampened clothes. Good grief. Was I coming down with a fever? Blinking back the rest of my fatigue, I took a deep breath and allowed my current reality to set in. I glanced over to the audacious blue trenchcoat that hung neatly on my coat rack, memories of his gentle and imaginative touches reacquainting itself on my skin. Touches that I fabricated in my head. I shifted, but to my dismay, pleasurable tingles spread from my intimate area and I felt evidence of my own arousal. I pressed my knees together.
"You can't be bloody serious," I cursed disbelievingly. "Me? Having a raunchy dream of Professor Scamander?!" I flopped back down into my bed, shielding my face into my hands and rolling over to scream into my pillow.
This CANNOT be happening.
I took extra care getting ready that morning, doing absolutely everything in vain to rid my mind of that shocking dream. You know, the one involving a certain professor.
Someone please shoot me.
I showered, charmed my hair into sleek and loose curls, and even resorted to doing my makeup before changing into my uniform. I avoided staring at his trench coat for fear that forbidden and unspeakable images of him would resurface. Pulling up my knee high socks and stepping into my shoes, I exited my dormitory to face the day as if nothing happened.
I stared absentmindedly out of the window behind my potions professor, my thoughts drifting back to him.
Well, this is a first. Distracted from class? Get it together, girl.
I glanced at the clock, noting that this period would be over in 10 minutes and it would finally be my last class of the day; Care for Magical Creatures.
Oh my word it will be my very first class with him.
Anticipation and excitement washed over me as class was finally dismissed, causing my heart to quicken. I stood up gathered my things, fully conscious of the shakiness in my fingers. Weaving through my classmates, I strode through the corridor, my eagerness fading into anxiety as the distance to his classroom drew near. Impulsively, I turned into a nearby ladies room, heels clicking against the dark tile.
"Don't forget to add the-"
"I know what the hell I'm doing! It's almost fini-"
"Shit! Someone's walking in!"
"Shhh!"
I walked up to the sink, blatantly choosing to ignore the hushed whispers and how utterly suspicious those idiotic bints sounded from the largest stall. I had enough nonsense in my own head to deal with. I stared into the mirror, checking for any food in my teeth, and any stray hairs flying about. I combed my hair with my fingers into place and adjusted my shirt.
It would be a shame to be in my first class with him and humiliate myself by being less than presentable.
With one deep breath, I exited the bathroom and joined my friends before the tardy bell sounded.
Obnoxious laughter and high pitched sounds were heard as lovestruck students rushed ahead enthusiastically. I shook my head in distaste.
"Moronic fangirls." I said muttered, earning a few hard looks from similar girls passing by.
My best friend burst into pretty laughter beside me. "Oh shove it, don't act like you haven't pictured him naked yet," she joked loudly, nudging me a little to sharply with her elbow.
My face reddened instantly and I sputtered, "Uh-As if! He's barely even-I mean, yes, he's hot, but it's not like-you know what, how about you shut up!"
She stopped dramatically and gaped at me, her ability to read my every reaction providing her with a shocking revelation. "Oh ho ho ho! You've got yourself a crush, don't you?!" she gasped, slapping my arm.
"Ouch! What are you, twelve? No, I do not. How could you even suggest something like that? That is so not cool..." I said defensively, rubbing my arm and speeding up my pace.
She caught up to my side and spoke in a forthright manner, "And what's wrong with that? Hot guy, young, successful. Smart. Sounds a lot like your counterpart." she said in a sing song tone.
"Oh stop it." I said, unconvinced. "This shouldn't even be a topic of casual conversation,"
"Since when is talking with me casual? But never mind that. Back to your little outburst from earlier," she said, flipping her hair over her shoulder.
"THAT WAS NOT A-"
"-Unfortunately for you, I know you all too well. Don't even pretend like you won't get all hot and bothered seeing him in class today," she emphasized. "It'll be sweeter, I bet. Since he mysteriously decided not to even grace us with his presence during breakfast,"
"Excuse me! I'm not some horny little schoolgirl prancing around in-"
"-Ohhhhh you may not think so. But I know you've got it in you somewhere," she winked, "You just haven't discovered it fully yet."
"Well I-"
"-But hey, even I think he's quite handsome. Your reaction says the same. And aww look, you're even wearing extra make-up!" she pointed.
"Unrelated! I-it's because I felt like crap today, and-"
"-And your means of therapy was mascara?" she bat her eyelashes mockingly.
I scoffed. "MAYBE."
"Tsk tsk. You got it bad," she laughed. "It's even worse than when you liked-"
"Don't even start with that!" I warned. "And I do not."
"I'm just saying," she smirked. "You and I can at least agree with these 'moronic fangirls' that he is super cute. Well mannered. Unlike those tools that shove their peckers into anything that walks. If you know what I mean,"
I couldn't help retaining my laughter at that point. My frazzled nerves were almost forgotten as my best friend's forthright and quirky attitude lifted up my spirits.
As we entered the classroom doors, sounds of awe and astonishment echoed through the classroom from my peers. I looked back to my best friend, her expression reflecting my own. Initially, I had expected the classroom to look exactly as the previous professor had left it; boring and dull, save for a few trinkets and sentimental frames on the desk by our newest professor. However, the classroom seemed to have brightened-or even glowed, leaving us staring about the room in wonder as if we were first years exposed to the class for the very first time. The walls and ceiling were almost a pale yellow from the infinite source of sunlight in the far distance. Our attention scattered in various directions as sounds of tiny creatures strategically placed all around the classroom rattled from their pedestals. Behind each pedestal, a different flag hung proudly over the windows, along with maps, pictures, foreign objects and old newspaper articles. I approached the closest pedestal which had the creature I had recognized the most.
It was a tiny and realistic version of Oscar.
"Good afternoon class," a familiar voice echoed from the front. Professor Scamander emerged into the sunlight with a polite smile, his stark viridian eyes as iridescent as I remember. From the corner of my eye, I could see my classmates whispering to one another, some even letting out a dreamy sigh.
"I-if you can all choose your...seats," he continued, "I'll explain what we have in store for our first lesson."
I swallowed dryly, my previous dream making my skin tingle as his presence before me made it seem all too real. Just ignore it. Just ignore it. I made my way to my favorite seat, one nearest to the front but closest to the door, as other girls fought among themselves for the seats nearest to his desk.
My best friend waggled her eyebrows as she settled next to me, gesturing towards him and mouthing the words "he's really hot!"
I shoved her lightly in response and she chortled. But I couldn't deny it. Even in a room full of people, his nonexistent words from my dream reverberated in my head and I pressed my thighs together. Ugh. How long am I going to put up with this? I avoided making my presence known and followed his movements as he strode to the chalkboard behind his desk. I observed how sharp and almost regal he stood in his dress shirt and vest - especially in the center of daylight. His black bowtie still neatly adorned his neck.
He must have felt my stare, as he turned locked eyes with me for the first time for a fraction of a second. My breath hitched. He blinked rapidly and turned to the blackboard, depriving us further view of his handsome and angelic features. I exhaled, wondering why he didn't even acknowledge me, and why I was currently in this mental mess. Wasting no time, he slid the chalk across the board, elegant and large letters forming his name like calligraphy. He faced the class.
"My name is...Professor Scamander," he said as scanned the class, his eyes barely reaching mine before he faced the opposite direction abruptly. His eyelashes fluttered again as he cleared his throat. "I will be your new Care for Magical Creatures teacher," he announced.
Sounds of sighs and excitement broke from females all around the classroom, followed by eye rolls and groans from the other male half. Could these girls act any more pathetic? I sent a deadpanned look to my best friend who sat to my right, and she responded by moving her hand up and down rapidly as to mimic a very vulgar action. I slapped my hand to my mouth and burst into a fit of silent laughter... then I snorted.
SNORTED.
To my horror, curious looks including Professor Scamander's shifted to my direction. I stopped immediately and played it off entirely, hiding my face into my notebook and pretending to write nothing in particular. My best friend shrugged at the class, an innocent smile plastered on her face. "Wasn't us," she said coolly. She too, started writing in her own notebook.
A petite blonde with way too much makeup raised her hand from the opposite side of the room.
"Yes?" Professor Scamander directed his attention to her.
"Can you tell us how many countries you've visited? About your adventures?" she said in a squeaky voice.
"Oh, well that...might have to wait until another time. But I can share with you that I have visited over 42 countries thus far..." he said modestly, rubbing the back of his neck. The students sat upright in interest.
"-Really?"
"-That's so cool!"
"He must have seen some crazy things-"
"-Are you married?" an obnoxious trio of girls in the front called out, the annoying sound they emitted comparable to screeching birds.
"No, no." he assured, shaking his head bashfully. "I am not."
"Dating anyone?!"
"Well that's...no. I-I am focusing on my studies for now. But enough about me please, l-let's move on to the lesson." he stammered.
I felt someone bump my knee from under my desk. I clicked my tongue at my best friend, who now had her notebook open towards me. I leaned over, narrowing my eyes to read her message.
"You owe me for saving your ass earlier."
I scoffed, giving her an exaggerated eye roll. Taking my quill, I wrote on my own notebook.
"What do you want then? A cookie?"
"No." She then scribbled quickly in her notebook and presented it to me with a mischievous smirk. "Truth or dare..." it read.
My jaw dropped. The NERVE of this girl.
Shaking my head with resentment, I wrote down my answer.
"I guess Dare."
"-Allow me to introduce the subject of our first lesson," Professor Scamander began, walking over to the pedestal that had the similar looking Oscar sitting on top. He scooped it gently on his palm, walking back to the front of the class for everyone to see. "does anyone know what this is?"
"A kelpie." I blurted.
Oops.
I didn't even raise my hand.
My eyes resembled a deer in the headlight and I sank lower into my seat.
He glanced in my direction, the side his lip curling upward.
"Precisely. This here, is a kelpie. And as you may have noticed, each pedestal around the classroom holds a realistic representation of a kelpie indigenous to a certain region. Each have various distinctions based on the water temperatures their exteriors had to adapt to," He held the tiny creature up to his eye level. "This one in particular, is one that has been known to live in the very warm lakes that surround this school-"
My eyes darted around the class. Why was he doing his first lesson on kelpies of all things? No...seriously. This has got to be more than a coincidence. He could have chosen anything in the magical world to start off with. Why kelpies?
"-Although they are rarely ever seen by non magic persons, they use their concealment abilities to hunt unsuspecting travelers. That reason alone earned them a dangerous Category XXXX by our Ministry. So it is imperative to learn their characteristic, how they hunt, and how to counter them if you find yourself in a less than comfortable situation with one,"
His lecture continued for another 5 minutes, my current state of mind in shambles. Did he choose to teach us about kelpies because of me? Is there something more I need to know? Why?
"-Questions so far? Yes, what is your name?"
The student he called on bat her fake lashes at him. "My name is Kiara," she cooed. "Can you tell us about the last time you ever encountered a real kelpie?"
"Well-I-uh-sure?" he stammered.
I felt panic rise from my stomach to my chest. Would he really tell the class about our mishap last night? He wouldn't-
"-I followed a very...stubborn one, b-back in Ireland. But I could only do so from afar, since they can turn aggressive, and are prone to concealment at any given moment in order to hunt. Kelpies are highly unpredictable, even for myself, though I have studied them for years. For the one I followed most recently, it took weeks to finally gain his trust once I tracked him. I was able to study him and sketch portraits for my research book. But if I were any other person, he would have dragged me to the bottom of the lake and made me his next meal," The class gasped.
I furrowed my eyebrows. None of what he said made much sense. It was entirely different from what I encountered the night before. Oscar was sweet, innocent - a delight to be around. Even though he did pull me into a lake, he didn't intend to eat me...right? Unless I'm going mad?
Bothered again by uncertainty, I spoke up. "If they eat humans, Professor, then why do they sometimes turn into full horses and approach people without killing them?"
He shot me an alarmed look.
"Who says that's even true?" one of the smarter guys of the class challenged.
I pursed my lips together. I really should know when to shut up.
"Who are you to say it's not true? Kelpies have serpent tails that turn into legs like a horse," I shot back.
Professor Scamander stayed silent as he avoided my gaze again as his ears reddened at the uproar of allegations.
"Why do you ask like you've seen it happen? Hello! There has been no solid evidence supporting those ridiculous claims so it's considered a fallacy." scoffed the girl with fake lashes. Oh, I couldn't stand her. I would slap her...again. But we will get to that later.
"Oh, kind of like how everyone believed the Loch Ness Monster to be a 'fallacy,' when really, it was identified and confirmed to be another kelpie by the Ministry?" I said sarcastically.
"Ugh. What would you even know?" she said with disgust, "You don't belong in this school full of real wizards,"
"Ha. Says the girl with nothing REAL about her." I said in a bored tone, gesturing to her chest and eyelashes. "Stop acting like you have a brain when you can melt in the sun,"
She gaped at me. "Professor! Please tell this girl with no real background in magic that kelpies don't transform," she said haughtily.
Professor Scamander cleared his throat before he intervened. "Actually, I have read the actual evidence in ancient scripts that support kelpie transformations. These were found marked in stones that were retrieved from beneath the bottom of the Dark Sea. Here," He turned on a projector and began to flip through images of the stones. "Alongside scholars, some of the texts inscribed in these stones-as shown here-were translated suggesting that very claim. Most of them depicted 'serpent horses' that change into full horse form among the presence of a human. Their theory suspected it as a sort of declaration of servitude to the human they so choose."
"Servitude?" I wondered. "...So they do transform then. Well genius," I said pointedly, "you can take that and shove it right up your pretty-"
"-S-so to be frank," he interrupted, saving me from another altercation, "just because evidence has not been physically documented on parchment or books, does ascertain that eye witness accounts should not be considered."
My friend slumped over her desk, her shoulders jumping as evidence of her barely contained laughter. I gave him an apologetic look. He could have deducted points from my house for almost cursing in class and talking out of turn.
But he didn't.
"It is also believed that Kelpies are keen to capturing fair maidens. Or what you would consider today very beautiful, beautiful women-" His eyes flickered to mine, "-Or-or so I've read." he ducked his head back down and furrowed his eyebrows at the images on the projector, his cheeks turning pink.
I couldn't help the heat that enveloped my cheeks from that statement. Not only did I just make things difficult for him during his introductory class, but I seem to be under the delusion that he made this class about me. But who am I kidding?
A fair maiden can be anyone.
Once he was finished with his lecture, which he wrapped up rather hastily, he had us all break into groups and observe a kelpie of our choosing. I jotted down notes in my notebook, drawing cute images that would help me remember. And I was also flustered being in the same room as him.
"So about your dare," my best friend smirked.
I looked up from my notebook. "Ugh, why did I even choose that. Just go on with it already, so I can get it over with." I sighed.
She glanced over at Professor Scamander who was sitting at his desk sifting through parchment, then she leaned into my ear.
"I dare you..."
I let out an impatient breath.
"to go up to Professor Scamander, stare at his crotch, and ask him if you can see his wand,"
"WHAT THE-"
"-and if he starts to freak out, you have to play it off like you wanted to see his actual wand, got it?"
"HOW CAN I-You...are the most evil, conniving-"
"Now run along, class is almost over!" she beamed.
"...I hate you." I muttered as I walked off.
"Love you more," she called out.
Approaching his desk, I stood before him, tucking a hair behind my ear nervously. He glanced up and slowly inched back, as if bracing himself. But why?
"Oh. Uh, hello," he said kindly. "D-did you need something?"
I avoided his eyes and stared at his crotch. His mysterious, probably large-
"Can I see your wand?" I said bluntly, making sure it was out of earshot of everyone else. My stomach sprang to my chest and my ears burned.
This was so humiliating.
"Wha-doyoumean-I-Excuse-I-I b-b-beg y-your pardon?!" he sputtered.
"Your wand. What's it made of? It's really big." I said casually, pointing at his wand in his pocket and trying not to note his absolutely adorable reaction. My outer disposition appeared nonchalant, but I was screaming like a maniac inside.
"My w-oh. Of course-th-that's what you meant. How silly of me." he chuckled nervously.
He held up his wand for me to see, and I could hear my best friend from afar doubling over in a fit of giggles.
"It's made of-of ash and lime," he said softly.
"Hm. It's really nice,"
The bell rang, interrupting our painfully odd conversation. I thanked him, snatched my bestfriend from where she stood, and sped out of the classroom.
Newt Scamander POV
Newt waited patiently for the students to trickle out of the room, unsure of what to make of the inviting looks each girl sent his way. He was not one that enjoyed being pursued. He cradled his head in his hand, trying to comprehend the events of his first class and how he managed to survive with her watching him from the front row. Ever since the night before, he prayed that she wouldn't peg him to be some perverted old man. He lost sleep that night, and paced about his room to practice his apology and reasoning in the event that she would confront him. But given her behavior and their brief interaction, she gave no indication that she discovered the contents in his jacket pocket.
He was in the clear for now.
Standing up, he waved his wand about the classroom, his precious displays floating uniformly back into his suitcase. Closing his suitcase, he exited his classroom for an early supper.
Reader POV
(Later that night)
It was well past dinner as I walked with purpose down the dimly lit corridor, rehearsing my apology in my head over and over. I hoped that I could at least catch him in his classroom, since he didn't show up for dinner tonight-much to every school girls' dismay. Drawing nearer, I could make out the glow from his classroom as it emitted from the door, which was slightly left ajar.
I paused, raising an eyebrow at the three main idiot fangirls who stood lurking about the corner of an adjoining hallway, tittering like a pack of hyenas.
"What are you doing creeping around here?" I asked, causing them to jump.
"Oh! We are just-oh. It's just you." one drawled.
"Fuck off. We were just checking on him on our way back to our dorms. So sue us," Kiara spat.
She has GOT to get rid of those fake eyelashes.
"Ah. Interesting... How many letters are in 'fuck off'...I wonder?" I said in a sweet voice, tapping my finger to my chin. "One, two, ah, seven. That will be seven points each from each of you from your house for your lovely choice of vocabulary," I smirked.
They all gasped in screeched tones and stepped forward to retort but were silenced when I pointed my finger.
"Now you all better 'FUCK OFF' before I tell the headmaster you were out after hours during my rounds,"
They all glared in my direction as they sauntered away.
"Don't worry, Miss Sewer Blood. You'll get what's coming to you. Just you wait," and with a huff, they were gone.
I glared at their retreating backs, feeling an itch my on hand that longed to slap the ugly off of their stuck up faces. Deciding to brush them off, I remembered why I had arrived here in the first place. I was hoping that Professor Scamander himself did not hear that less than lady-like exchange. Pushing my anger and minuscule hurt from my crude nickname aside, I moved on. Stopping just before his door, and I fixed my hair one last time and cleared my throat. Raising my chin, I finally knocked.
There was a pause and a shuffle, until I heard him call out from inside.
"Come in."
I stepped in, my confidence dwindling as I greeted him meekly and closed the door to ensure privacy.
Good, he's alone.
"Hey, Professor..." I said awkwardly, noticing that his room had been cleared of all creatures and wondered where they all had gone.
"Oh. Uh. Hello Miss _. To...to what do I owe the pleasure?" he asked, gathering papers and slipping them into a folder.
"I...I just wanted to personally apologize for earlier."
He chose that moment to take a break from organizing and turned to face me as I continued, "I didn't mean to put you in an uncomfortable position, and those questions...they just kind of slipped out."
"Oh, no need for an apology." he said gently, "I am more intrigued that your curiosity was enough to cause that kind of stir with other houses in the class. I n-never pegged you to be the...the..." he hinted a smile, "..troublemaker."
"Troublemak-? N-no! I wasn't trying to! Look, I just wanted to apologize if I made things difficult for you in any way. It was your first class, and it kind of sets the tone for the rest of the year, wouldn't you agree?"
He nodded, eyes widening a fraction but leaving his thoughts in silence.
"I'd have to say that I agree. With that being said, I forgive you. E-even though there is nothing there to forgive." he replied quickly, staring away.
A smile graced my features.
"Thank you," I said sincerely. "Aside from that, I think your class is pretty brilliant,"
He paused, his rare grin adorning his face.
"Oh! I still have your coat." I said, snapping my finger. "Did you want me to give it back to you right now?"
"M-my coat?" he piped up. "T-that...won't be necessary! I can just accompany you back to your staircase to...to pick it up myself. N-no need for you to make the journey there and back at this hour." he laughed awkwardly.
"Okay, we can do that then."
"I just need to finish up packing this parchment and we can take your quickest known route back?" he looked back to me.
I nodded in response.
"Oh, I forgot to m-mention. T-thank you...for...the gift," he said shyly.
I furrowed my eyebrows. "Gift?"
"This box...here. You left it on your desk. It says, 'To Professor Scamander,' un..less you were addressing it to...someone else? M-maybe it was a joke? That's probably it. I-it's okay if it was. I shouldn't have-"
"No, I mean, unfortunately I was not the one who left that gift for you. But someone in your class was kind enough to?" I said, hopeful and disappointed at the same time. "Maybe you should open it and get an idea who actually left it for you?"
"...Alright," he shrugged. "This is a rather nice little..." Tuggling the neat bow on the tiny pink box, the four sides peeling open. In a flash, a loud explosion and puffs of pink smoke and powder erupted from inside the box. Professor Scamander shielded his face with his arm, going into a coughing fit as he staggered back. Nearly tipping over a lone desk, he used it to regain balance and to keep his legs from buckling.
"Oh no. No no-this-can't-be-" he choked to himself in between coughs.
"Professor! Professor Scamander! Are you alright?!" I ran forward but he shot his hand out, halting me in mid step.
"Don't come near me!"
"Professor?! What happened?"
He grew silent, leaving me panic stricken behind him.
"Professor Scamander...?" I persisted, approaching him cautiously, my footsteps barely heard on the stone floor. He remained unmoved, hands planted firm on his desk as he faced away from me, breathing heavily.
I swallowed and placed a hand on his shoulder.
"Newt..?"
In an instant, my body was lifted and slammed down onto the nearest student desk. I let out a startled cry as my hands were pinned on either side of my head. He let out a hiss as his intense eyes raked over me. Heat rushed to my face, starting from my core...rushing into far more intimate areas.
"Professor! What the hell are you-"
"Such innocence..." he muttered, his voice familiar but much deeper, and almost predatory. More than I have ever heard in my life.
The softness in his eyes were gone - instead they were dilated, encircled by a dark evergreen that made me shiver. He pulled me towards him with ease, my skirt lifting as I slid down the desk, a feminine gasp escaped my lips. My bare inner thighs brushed against his cold belt, as he leaned forward until his upper body was flush against mine. A logical part of myself wanted to push him away, but the way his every muscle tensed as he towered over me, had me craving more than I could handle. His body heat radiated through his dress shirt and caused me to almost writhe beneath him. I never realized how inferior I truly was until he handled me with such primal greed. He dug his face into the crook of my neck and inhaled, letting out a deep growl. I exhaled sharply and struggled against his hold, my arousal intensifying.
"Professor Scamander!" I exclaimed, my blood coursing like wildfire throughout my veins. "What are you-Oh my-"
He grasped my thigh and lifted my knee higher against his torso. Oh wow...Yes. Wait, this isn't supposed to feel good?! To my shock, I felt something hard and foreign pressed against my lower abdomen through the fabric of his trousers, extending far above my navel. My perception of reality became a blurred distortion, rendering me speechless and astounded at his size. I was thrilled and a little afraid. Not afraid of him, but how much I thoroughly enjoyed being victim to his touch.
"yes..." he breathed huskily. "exquisite..." he caressed his hand down my waist, "absolute..." he then raked his fingers over the side of my thigh. "...perfection..."
I bit back a moan. "B-but-I-I-w-we can't-Ngh!"
I finally pushed at his chest, gaining the upper hand, or at least I thought I was, until his body went completely rigid.
"Professor, don't do this," I frantically reasoned. "You're clearly not thinking straight!"
"Please-get...the...healer..." he strained, his voice much more like the kind and gentle Professor I knew.
"Healer?" I panted, struggling to push him back. His eyes turned back to its normally lighter shade.
"..Run...away-from..me..." he hissed through clenched teeth as he inched back with much effort. "I can't...control...ugh!" he scooped his arm under the small of my back and pressed me fully against him again. I let out a helpless gasp, which caused him to tighten his grip and groan into my ear seductively.
'Professor! S-someone might see us!"
Biting his lip, he now stared deviously at mine, which were parted in disbelief. His face moved closer, so, so dangerously close.
"No..." he grunted. His hold slackened, and he winced as if he were in pain once again. It dawned on me that he was rebelling against his current actions, the sheen of sweat on his forehead and neck the greatest indication. His gentle eyes continued to shift uncharacteristically into menacing colors and he faltered, giving me enough room to break free from his hold.
He collapsed to the floor as I snatched my fallen wand and backed away.
"I'm sorry about this, but I have to get the healer," I panted as I pointed it towards him. "Incarcio!" An array of thin ropes shot from my wand and wrapped themselves around him.
Pulling down my skirt, I gave him one last worried glance before I broke into a run and fled through the doors towards the infirmary.
"Come back here, love," Newt purred after her departure, eyes dilated an inky black as the ropes dissolved to nothing.
"...I'm not done with you yet."