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They went to History 101, their first class of the day, entering the small classroom. Few kids opted for advanced history classes, and those who did took school seriously. Daphne entered, chatting with her friend. Sitting in the front row often distracted Harry from the material, as he frequently stared at the back of her blonde head, ignoring old Mr. Bins's lectures.
He was opening his book on the early fourteenth century, the last topic they studied, when the door opened and Colin gasped, reaching out with a chubby hand to grip Harry's arm tightly. Harry glanced at his friend irritably, then followed his gaze to the front of the class. Soon he too was staring at the blonde woman writing her name on the board.
His eyes drank in her sublime curves. Black heels lifted smooth, slender calves disappearing under a long white skirt. The skirt hugged a perfect backside, making his mouth dry. The woman's slim torso was clad in a tight yet conservative white top and jacket. The lacy fabric of her top reached up to her neck. Her ghostly blonde hair fell in loose curls halfway down her back, thick and full, seeming to shimmer in the grey light filtering through the overcast sky.
He stared at her, mouth agape, along with the rest of the class. When she turned around, he heard several people gasp, so no one noticed his reaction. He recognized the woman, his heart pounding in his chest, feeling the world closing in around him. The last time he saw this woman, she was waking from a nightmare of wounds and battle.
Standing before the class was the blonde he had saved the previous night. Now she looked flawless, with no trace of the injuries she had suffered. In fact, she looked better than perfect. He recognized her and then looked more closely. The beauty that had been so captivating in moonlight was now in full bloom. He understood why Colin had spoken of angels; her beauty was reminiscent of that.
"Good morning, class," she said with a small smile on her full, perfectly sculpted lips. "I am Mrs. Black and I will be taking over your lectures for the rest of the year."
"What..." Daphne had always been Mr. Bins's favorite, so it was no surprise she spoke up now. However, Harry noticed her tone was strangely hesitant when addressing the stunning older woman. "What happened to Mr. Bins?"
"It seems fate did not smile kindly on your old professor," Mrs. Black said, not even bothering to look at Daphne. Instead, she scanned the students, making eye contact with each one. "The poor man tripped on the stairs yesterday and broke his neck."
Her words shocked the class, but Daphne didn't seem to notice. Her gaze fell on Harry, and a slow, predatory smile spread across her full lips. She began walking between the rows of desks, her steps slow and light.
"It's a tragedy. There will be a meeting with the principal tomorrow afternoon in the gymnasium."
The woman's eyes never left Harry, and the smile didn't leave her lips, even when her tone was somber. She stopped right in front of his desk and licked her lips. The big blue eyes he had seen the previous night held him captive with their beauty. He ignored the cloud of desire pushing into his mind, threatening to make a fool of him; instead, he frowned and looked at the new professor. Her eyes widened at his reaction, and she smiled even more broadly. She opened her mouth to say something but was interrupted.
"But the cheerleading team was supposed to go to Blake's tomorrow afternoon," the girl said. "Can't they do it on the weekend?" Harry saw the magnificent professor's face twitch with irritation at the girl's words. She turned on her heel and walked to the front of the room.
"I'm sure the principal does not wish to cause any inconvenience, Miss...?" she said.
"Greengrass," the pretty girl replied, sinking into her seat, clearly intimidated by the stunning woman now looking at her.
"Are you the Miss Greengrass who wrote the paper on Britain's attempt to conquer Spain?"
"Yes, ma'am!" the girl replied, sitting up straight, her face beaming. "Mr. Bins gave it an A+. He said it was one of the best papers he had ever read!"
"Hmm, interesting," Mrs. Black said, frowning slightly. "I read that paper; at best, it was a B-. Principal Thomas warned me about this."
"Ma'am?" the girl asked, suddenly unsure of herself.
"I don't want to speak ill of the dead, but truth is magic in itself, and I will not deny it," Harry felt a strange sensation. Yet, no one else in the class seemed to notice: "Your Mr. Bins was under investigation by the local authorities for giving out perfect scores to pretty girls in exchange for... favors." The class gasped in shock, but no one was entirely surprised. Mr. Bins had always been flashy and a bit too flirtatious with some of the girls in the class. The girl shifted in her seat, her face reddening as she shook her head.
"Never!" she said.
"No," said Mrs. Black, tilting her head and gazing at the girl seated before her. She extended one flawless hand, allowing a lock of hair to slip under a long red fingernail. "You still remain steadfast... innocent... that's where your strength lies."
"But Mr. Bins was a kind man," Daphne said, her voice soft and full of disbelief. The professor looked at her and approached slowly.
"Girl, you know nothing about men," the breathtaking blonde leaned forward, her massive breasts shifting in her tight blouse, causing the boys and most of the girls to gasp in awe. "If the greatest man of the millennium were sitting in this room, you wouldn't even realize it."
Turning her head slowly, Mrs. Black locked eyes with Harry and winked conspiratorially, sending shivers down his spine. The whole class noticed the gesture, but they were so entranced by the woman that they did not react.
Daphne was breathing heavily, frozen under the gaze of this intimidating woman. Mrs. Black turned back to her, the woman's pale blue eyes captivating her, filling her mind with a need to devote herself to this magnificent, perfect woman.
Standing, Mrs. Black broke eye contact, and Daphne was unaware of the moan of desire that escaped her throat as she sat down, inhaling the earthy, floral scent of the professor. The woman walked to the front of the class and turned, winking at the entire class. Under her gaze, the class fell silent, and Harry watched as the children became oddly attentive.
"I believe you've just finished with the Dark Ages. If you would open your textbooks to the section on the 1400s, we will begin."
She spoke with eloquence and knowledge of the events, adding layers of detail and realism to the fear and chaos of those years, something Mr. Bins had never been able to do. During her lecture, Harry found himself staring at her again.
Colin was right; she was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. Or one of the three, if he trusted his memories from the previous night. Moreover, she conducted herself with a poise and dignity he had never seen in anyone before. Her voice was so rich and smooth that it turned the simplest words she spoke into art. Her light blue eyes gazed at him throughout the lecture, holding a hint of suppressed emotions he couldn't decipher. More than her beauty, questions burned within him. He wanted to jump up and shout them, demanding information about what had happened the previous night, but he held his tongue, not wanting to cause a scene.
The hour that followed was the fastest history lesson the kids in History 101 had ever experienced. The bell rang, surprising everyone, and their feet dragged as they began packing their bags.
"Remember, everyone," said Mrs. Black, cutting through the sounds of packing and leaving students, "there will be a quiz on Monday, and I will print out packets for you for the weekend tomorrow. And Harry Potter, please stay after class."
Colin snapped out of his daze and looked at him, gaping like a fish out of water.
"Dude, she wants to talk to you!" he said in an excited squeal.
"Yeah, I want to talk to her too," Harry replied, frowning.
"Tell me what she smells like," Colin said with a big goofy grin, his eyes misty and almost vacant.
"What?" Harry asked, looking down at his friend. He reached out and shook Colin's shoulder. It was a strange sensation, almost like breaking a spider web, as he felt Colin's mind clear, and the boy shook his head. "Nothing," Colin said, blushing. "See you at break."
With those words, he walked away, head down and hunched, shielding his thick fantasy book from his weight, as always. With a sigh, Harry made his way to the front of the class. Most of the kids were gone, but Daphne lingered, waving to her friends. Harry turned as the pretty girl slowly approached the professor's desk. Mrs. Black looked up, removing the thick black-framed reading glasses she had put on.
"Yes, Miss Greengrass?" she asked in her rich voice.
"I was wondering," Daphne said, breathing heavily and nervously clutching the bottom of her shirt, "if you intend to change the grades of previous essays and tests."
"I do not intend to change the past, girl," the woman said with a smile, her eyes moving to Harry and staying there. "I simply aim to forge a better future for all worlds."
"What?" Daphne asked. She glanced over her shoulder to see what was holding the woman's attention and frowned when she saw Harry standing there. Something about the way he stood, tall and proud, with a grim expression, sent a shiver down her back. How had she never noticed Harry in this light before?
"If that's all, then leave us, girl," the professor said, her voice purring as she continued. "Young Harry and I have much to discuss."
Daphne looked between them: the stunning professor staring at Harry like a piece of candy she wanted to devour, and the young man standing unfazed by her beauty, almost regal in his confidence. She shivered once more, walking to the door, feeling entirely invisible for the first time in her life and realizing she didn't like it at all.
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