Walking through the halls, it was hard not to think of their last encounter, the moment she had declared her love through a heated kiss before the student body
The situation wasn't as ideal as first thought, but he was here now, his itch almost sated. The woman of his dreams had fallen under his spell and as he walked the familiar Hogwarts corridors, he couldn't help but feel excited. This was the first day he was allowed to escort her to class, the first class they shared, and her class ended soon. Racing through the corridors, he found himself almost short of breath as he watched her fly from her classroom, spinning around searching for his luminous blonde hair and serious grey eyes.
His breath was slightly ragged as he approached her spinning form, watching her as she craned her head above the crowd; her robes flying around her, and her bag gyrating around her dangerously. It was entrancing to watch her heavenly curls soar daintily around her face, dragging behind her exquisite mind. As she turned to face him her shining brown eyes fixed on him, and he could feel his stomach flip while his heart stopped beating. Could this heavenly creature truly be his own?
Her face was flushed with enthusiasm, her lips parted to accommodate her gasping chest; as her eyes shone with delight when she reached for his hand. Suddenly nervous, his pulse was racing as he wiped his sweaty hands on his fine woven robe before strolling up beside her, smirking to the boys surrounding them watching with envy. Taking her hand in his, he smiled at her, before shrugging her heavily laden bag onto his shoulder and leading her through the crowd. Shouts surrounded them requesting a repeat performance, asking for pictures, or to simply shake his hand. But that wasn't going to happen, it couldn't. There was no need, for now she was his woman; mind, body and soul.
Walking to class was almost a battle, his body going wild every time he caught her scent, seeing her breasts bounce slightly under her shirt, feeling her hand squeeze his as she walked beside him. He knew this class would be torture as she sat next to him, her body close, feeling the heat of her flesh so close to his hands. Knowing that he could reach out and touch her, even stroke her to the point of no return. Yet, the consequences would be dire; he understood her study came first; even before him. Barely controlling his urges, he kept his hands still, one gripping her bag, and the other her soft manicured hand. He knew that with one wrong move he could lose her, and he couldn't deal with that.
Nearing the classroom, he was almost unable to move, his erection was hard, almost noticeable through his slim-fitting robes. Leaning almost too casually against the corridor wall, he slumped forwards shifting himself through the flimsy fabric trying to make himself more comfortable before she noticed. As successful as he could be in a busy walkway, he opened his arms wide capturing her in a bone crushing hug as she waited beside him for the classroom door to open. As her body crushed to his, he felt her face tilt upwards, and her lips gently graze his neck. Surely she would not start such a process in such a public place he thought; he always considered her to be such model student. Yet as her lips attacked his neck a little more savagely, he condoned themselves to a possible detention, and returned her vigour with his own lips. Before they knew it, they're tongues were in a battle of dominance and crowds had gathered around them.
Pulling apart almost reluctantly, they gazed around the crowd, wondering how the word of Hogwarts could travel so quickly when the Professor arrived. Her stomping cane and flowing magenta robes forced the eyes of the crowd away from the entangled couple, as they watched her approach them; her hair seeming to cackle from electricity. Slowly he separated himself from the love of his life as the Professor got closer, her eyes narrowing in distaste as she took in their situation. With a flick of her wand, the couple found themselves drawn apart like repelling magnets, ripped from the warm embrace of one another.
"Such behaviour is not acceptable at Hogwarts, and each of you will receive two nights detention…Separately" she calmly spoke before releasing the spell and walking into the derelict classroom. "This session has now started".
5 hours later…
Classes were over and neither had to serve their detentions for another week, so as he strolled lonely from his last class, he hoped that their encounter with Professor Fructavia had not destroyed what they had. That moment in the corridor was perfect, her lips fit flawlessly to his, warm and moist as their tongues battled. She was wondrous. Her body fit faultlessly to his, and her mind was more than a match for his own, she was the perfect woman, and she was his.
Approaching their common room door, he wondered if she was there, and hoped she would be waiting. Checking his appearance in the reflection of a nearby suit of armour, he flattened his slightly ruffled hair and straightened his clothing before continuing down the corridor. Muttering the password, he passed through the narrow passageway, and into his current home. Nervously glancing around, he saw that the couches were empty and dumped his bag by the table before heading to his room disappointed and downhearted. Had that Professor scared away what he had fought so valiantly for? He had planned for months, waited weeks for her to succumb to his advances, and this bitch, this woman thought it was okay to take it from him? Furiously he stomped into his room, slamming the solid oak door behind him and flung his Slytherin tie to the floor.
Dragging his feet, he made his way across the room and saw something he was not expecting. There she was, draped across his bed in nature's true form, her naked breasts rose quickly with nerves or anticipation, he wasn't sure, but she was there waiting for him. His angry brows quickly relaxed as he took another measured step towards her, she really did love him, she cared for him; she wanted him. Looking up at him with curiosity, she beckoned him forward as he loosened his robes and unbuttoned his crisp white shirt. Her entrancing brown eyes followed his every move as he leisurely stripped, revealing the body she craved, the body she longed to touch.
Fighting the urge to hasten, he dragged his eyes over her glorious body, from the painted toenails on her feet, to the glistening strands of hair spread around her on his luxurious green bed covers. Her fingers twitched wanting to touch him, and he smirked, his fingers resting on the band of his silver boxers, slowly pulling them over his hips revealing the flesh she was really aching to see.
"You want some of this love?" he asked pushing his hips forward as she nodded her head hungrily, licking her lips in anticipation. Stepping forward just a little bit more, he held himself, gently caressing it, "Tell me what you want".
"I want you," she hoarsely whispered, licking her lips yet again, "I want you inside of me, in my mouth, in all of me".
Shuffling millimetres at a time, he moved closer again to her again, "I can accommodate that" he whispered, and perched on the edge of the bed.
Watching intently, he watched her cautiously sit up, and her head nervously drop towards his lap. She meant what she said, as she licked up the length of him, and gradually took him in her mouth. He felt as though fireworks were exploding inside his mind, behind his eyelids, the moment she sucked, pulling him slightly further in until her nose was butting against the curly blonde hair of his groin. Groaning, he fought the urge to grab her head and assist her, choosing instead to grab the covers in the mercy of her deeply arousing actions.
As quickly as she started, she stopped, pulling her mouth from around him "I want you to do that to me," she requested as she lay back down, her legs splayed "Please, I want to feel how you felt"
Collecting himself, he moved between her legs and could smell her arousal immediately. It was beautiful, like her, as he looked up between the valley of her breasts and into her eyes he lowered his head. His mouth found her warm, moist flesh and attacked with his tongue pulling moans from deep within her. Drawing his tongue up and down the warm flesh, he circled around her making her gasp with pleasure, her breathing erratic as she threw her head back uncontrollably groaning.
"In me now," she gasped her voice husky as she tried to control her body, her chest heaving erratically above him.
Looking up at her, he lifted his face, trailing his tongue up her body, pausing at each breast, licking, petting, soothing each nipple, allowing her to compose herself. Travelling up her neck, he sucked on the sensitive skin, leaving blotchy red marks before licking up to her soft and supple lips. Although dry, he moistened them with his tongue before delving into her mouth, deviously grinding his hips into her own, working her into a frenzy of need.
He could feel her hands pushing against his hips, pulling him into her, but tensed his legs waiting ruthless minutes until she ceased. Slowly he lowered himself, moving his arms to lean on her hips, forcing her to lie still as he slowly penetrated her, sheathing himself completely in her warm most inner flesh. Bucking upwards as soon as his arm left her hips, he withdrew sharply before pushing in again meeting her hips almost desperately. This was what he had truly wanted all along. For her to want him as he always wanted her, not drugged nor manipulated; simply pure lust that initiated from her inner core.
Pushing into her again, he could see her beginning to shake, her breasts were moving in all directions like jelly and he could feel her muscles contract around him and watched as her eyes rolled back into her head. This is what it's supposed to be he thought as he pushed into her again, feeling himself being squeezed and pulled from her convulsions. He wanted to last longer; he wanted her to feel nothing but bliss for as long as possible, but it was too much. Overwhelmed, he fell atop of her, sweaty and exhausted as she tenderly kissed the pale tender flesh of his neck.
Regrettably, he rolled off her slim body but pulled her flush against him in one movement. Her breathing was still harsh, her chest moved rapidly against his own as he lazily traced circles on her stomach. This woman was all he wanted, she made him happy. She would be his forever; there was no doubt about it. She was the only woman that could cure his itch.
Hi, I'm sorry about the year-long gap of updating, and am sure many of you have forgotten this story even existed, but I have had a difficult year involving illness and now study! (First day off in forever!!) Anywhoos, I would just like to thank everyone for the reviews, they make me feel special!!
Queen of the Scoubies