Chapter 6: Hot for Teacher

Harry flipped the pages of his current book, scanning for his quarry without any sign of success.

More unsuccessful candidates lay strewn about Slytherin's study, atypical of his usual habits, but he was starting to grow frustrated.

He was sure something must be here; there were few places in the world that would have more knowledge on the darker aspects of magic than Slytherin's study, yet even a week later, he was stumped.

Using Occlumency to rapidly memorize books before discarding them made his search relatively rapid if difficult on his brain, yet he seemed unable to make progress.

Something flighty and panicky fluttered at the back of his mind, a thought, a worry, that he would be unable to find something to help Rose.

A quick Tempus alerted him that breakfast was about to begin, and he sighed, brushing his fingers through the numbers, causing them to dissolve.

He exited the study, walking past the basilisk corpse, and then floated into the air as he shot through the chamber, through the entryway, and then finally up the pipes, then finally into the second-floor bathroom after taking note that none of his detection wards had been tripped.

He stepped into the hallways of Hogwarts with a deep breath, bringing his occlumency to full force. It seemed he did so more often these days as if something about the school itself disturbed his normally placid mind.

He couldn't imagine why.

Harry entered the Hogwarts dining hall to find it relatively empty, which made sense given that not many students were up early enough to arrive right when breakfast began.

He noted that only a couple of the teachers were seated at the head table, and his eyes locked with Dumbledore and his emerald eyes locked momentarily with the older man's blue.

Harry looked away unsure of why he did so himself.

He settled at the table by himself, beginning to pick out his usual breakfast assortments, of eggs, sausages, a rasher of bacon, and toast.

Now, after almost a month of classes, he had gotten used to the food of Hogwarts once again. Yet he found it oddly lacking compared to Lily's.

It didn't really make sense; for the longest time, Hogwarts food had been the best that he had. Yet the fact remained he thought any breakfast Lily had made was far superior now faced up against what he could eat here.

He finished his breakfast at a hurried pace, ready to spend the rest of the Saturday researching.

Harry stood up and began to walk out of the hall.

"Peverall, Hey, Peverall!"

Harry sighed, stopping in the middle of the great hall.

This was the third time this week that Neville had tried to talk to him. The other two times, he had a ready-made excuse for class or further studying in the library.

All luck runs out, he supposed.

There was no way he was going to be able to outrun this current conversation, at least without looking like he was outrunning the conversation, He turned to see Neville Longbottom running up to him, a cheerful smile on the boy's face.

Harry's face was completely impassive as he waited for Neville to arrive, he took note of the full tables typical of the morning breakfast held in the Great Hall.

Neville came to a stop in front of him, a wide, friendly smile on his face. "Peverall, I've been meaning to talk to you!" he said, his voice cheerful.

"You're doing so," Harry pointed out shortly.

A slight amount of strain emerged in Neville's smile, but nonetheless, he gave no indication that Harry's words had affected him, "

"Ha Ha," Neville chuckled, "You're a funny guy, Peverall, I'll get straight to the point: I heard Potter was your sister."

Harry cocked an eyebrow at the boy, was he just now coming to that conclusion? Perhaps the boy was even more incompetent than the one Harry had known in his previous world.

"She is," Harry said simply, it wasn't like there was a better way to explain their relationship.

The way Neville's eyes lit up nauseated Harry.

"So, you're not dating! That's a relief!"

"Why is that?" Harry asked cocking an eyebrow at the other boy.

"Ah!" Neville seemed surprised for some reason as he awkwardly scratched the back of his head, "Well, it's just, you could say I have an interest in her."

A sharp pain developed over Harry's eye, and he frowned, looking at Neville, his occlumency barriers were under strain again. As they had been for weeks now, of the constant interaction expected of him here at Hogwarts.

"And?" Harry said after realizing the other boy was not going to continue.

Neville's own brow furrowed, and the boy honestly looked confused, "Uh you're not going to say anything about me dating her?"

Harry examined the other boy. The other night, when he had exited the dorm room to avoid Neville and his roommate's discussion, he hadn't expected for it to be brought up to his face a week later.

A momentary fantasy of transfiguring Neville into a toad flashed through his mind before he ruthlessly suppressed it.

"You're not dating her," Harry pointed out dryly, looking at the boy with a raised eyebrow.

"I- Well yeah," Neville nodded his head, "I get that she doesn't give me the time of day now, but I think that's just cause she doesn't know me well."

The sharp pain in his head turned into a spike, and for the first time since he was six Harry Potter now, Peverall felt an emotion.

Harry regarded the boy and, with fascination, realized he was feeling real, genuine irritation. It was hard to tell with his mind still occluded almost at full force, suppressing the majority of the feeling, but somehow enough of it had slipped through that he could tell.

This shouldn't be possible, Harry thought idly. His occlumency was a talent he prided himself on. For an emotion to break through?

What was it about this situation that had broken through?

"Uh, mate?" Neville said, looking at him, his brow scrunched together in worry.

Harry needed a moment, he realized, and standing here listening to this irritating boy wasn't going to help, "Rose is fully capable of deciding who she will have relations with; if you have a point, get to it," the words came out sharp lacking his normal lackadaisical tone.

Neville flinched slightly, and Harry was even more unimpressed by the boy, "Yeah, I get it, I guess I was just hoping that you might be able to help me get to know her. Help a guy out."

"No," the words left Harry's lips before he even really thought of them; Neville blinked, looking surprised, and even opened his mouth, likely to argue the point with him.

"If you want to date Rose, you can ask her yourself," Harry said shortly; he turned his appetite, having left him, walking out of the Great Hall.

He walked and then walked some more before realizing his thoughts had them to the entrance of the Chamber of Secrets, or in other words, the stall of sinks on Hogwart's Second Floor.

Harry stared at himself in the mirror, examining his appearance. He had the same messy black hair and the same placid emerald eyes; his hands gripped the sink harshly as he attempted to regain control of his emotions.

After several minutes of deep breathing he managed to collect himself.

It was unacceptable, he thought.

Harry James Potter. The Boy Who Lived. Dumbledore's Heir Apparent. The Man Who Conquered. Dark Wizard Hunter. The titles could go on and on. Not a single one of them mattered to Harry.

Not a single one ever had mattered. Now, though, he ran them through in his mind.

This behavior was unbecoming of who he was. A single conversation shattered his composure.

What would Rose say? Why did he care? It wasn't as if he considered her family. Not truly.

His family was dead.

Even if he was to accept that he was technically her sibling the fact remained he had not grown up with her. In fact, their upbringings could not be more different. She had been showered in the love of a real mother.

He didn't belong anywhere.

Harry frowned, these thoughts didn't make sense. They were completely new, and yet at the same time, they felt incredibly familiar.

A dry chuckle erupted from his throat, and he turned the faucet of the sink, letting cool water splash onto his hands before cupping and lifting it up to soak his face in the liquid before letting it drop back down to the sink.

There was a book he wanted to cross reference, he thought, in the library. Maybe a walk would clear his head.

He exited the bathroom and began his walk down the corridor. His shoes clicked as they made contact with the stone, and he walked with purpose down the Hogwarts hallways, empty of students who should still be at breakfast.

He slipped into the library, taking in the dry air with a deep breath.

Walking up and down the shelves, his fingers trailing the spines of the books, he lost himself as he focused on the process of his research, searching for a book he had not yet opened.

Harry sighed again as he felt a familiar presence approach him, her very magic alerting him to her existence.

He didn't turn as he pulled a book from the shelf and flipped through the pages, turning them with his magic.

"Professor Black," he said, unable to completely make the tone neutral, his words instead edged with frustration.

Dark, glittering eyes came into his field of vision as his professor positioned her face in between his own and the book he was holding.

"What has my godson looking so down?" Bellatrix cooed, pressing her soft-looking ruby lips together. There was a teasing glint as usual in her eyes, but it was muted, something softer and gentler had replaced it.

Harry examined her, "I'm fine," he said simply, the lie passing easily through his lips.

Bellatrix tutted, pressing a slim pale index finger into his chest, "Don't lie to me dear, it's unbecoming of a promising young man like you," she cooed softly, leaning in, and Harry was embraced by the smell of her perfume as she gazed up at him standing entirely too close.

Harry felt his mouth go dry as he looked down at the older woman, "Really," he tried again, "I'm doing fine."

Bellatrix hummed, pulling her finger back and pressing it to the corner of her mouth, depressing her red lips, before she shook her head, "No, there's something definitely wrong, why don't you come with me for some tea in my office."

Despite himself, Harry's lips quirked wryly as he looked at the woman, "I don't have a choice, do I?"

Bellatrix hummed, a small smile flashing across her own lips, "No, you don't," she said softly.

Harry slipped his book back onto the shelf and then somewhat reluctantly followed Bellatrix out of the library.

They walked through the corridors still empty as from breakfast. They walked all the way to the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom before entering the office.

The office itself had an austere beauty to it, with several bookshelves and a dark desk with a comfy seat on one side and two plush chairs on the other.

Bellatrix gestured for him to take a chair as she moved away and began to mess with a teapot on the side table, flicking her wand about as she prepared the tea.

"So what has my favorite godson so down?" Bellatrix asked as a soft, fruity smell began to emerge from the pot.

"I'm your only godson," Harry pointed out dryly.

"Ah ah ah," Bellatrix held up a finger, "None of that, when Lily asked me to be the godmother to her twins, I accepted full responsibility. Just because you've been missing for a while does not abdicate that responsibility.

Harry sighed, rubbing his forehead, suppressing the bubbling frustration within him; it looked like he would need to say something to get Bellatrix off his back.

"I've just been having to work a lot," Harry said.

"Working on what?" Bellatrix asked.

"Well," Harry hesitated, "School, you know."

Bellatrix hummed softly, her voice musical, before she turned around with a tin of biscuits and two cups of tea she leaned over her breasts that pressed against her black gown, suddenly inches from Harry's face as she put his teacup down before she pulled back.

She raised an amused eyebrow at him, "I think we both know the Hogwarts curriculum is not challenging you in the least."

She turned back around, showing her shapely rear as she walked behind her desk and settled down before raising her own teacup to her lips and gently blowing on it.

Harry's lips furrowed as he gazed somewhat mulishly at the woman, "I don't know what you're talking about; I'm a normal student," he said simply. Would she press forward, he wondered.

Bellatrix hummed and then shook her head, her eyes glittering as she looked at him, her lips twisted in a soft smile, "You're not Harry. You may not show off in class, but I can tell from your work that there isn't a thing I've told you, you don't already know.

Harry gave the woman a cool look, "And?" he asked, was this where Bellatrix revealed her true allegiances?

Bellatrix's smile slipped from her face, turning into a pout, "You know I find it quite hurtful that you keep me at a distance, you should let me take care of you."

Harry raised an eyebrow at the woman, "You torment me repeatedly in your class," he pointed out dryly.

Bellatrix waved her hand as if waving the words themselves away, "Only because that expression of yours worries me. You look at everything with so little emotion it's impossible to tell what you're feeling. You should be acting like a teenager, not some battle-hardened Hitwizard."

Harry reached up to massage his forehead, "What are you talking about?"

Bellatrix looked at him, something soft in her eyes, "Harry, even without the conversations I've had with your mother, I can tell you've been through a lot. That doesn't mean you should be throwing yourself into physical relationships without a care, not just for your own sake but the sake of the other girls."

Wait what?

Harry recalled that he had told Bellatrix that he had indeed been saying he was snogging other students.

Bellatrix's frown deepened, "I can't keep letting you do as you please," she said simply, the words shocking in the deafening silence.

Harry's eyes narrowed slightly as he gazed at the woman. "What are you going to do about it?" he asked curiously.

Bellatrix's own dark eyes, which had looked a little wide at the end of her statement, firmed up. She flicked her wand, and Harry heard the door lock closed behind him.

She stood up behind the desk and then began to walk around it, her hips shifting slightly from side to side, and Harry had the impression of a predator walking towards him.

"I have a question, Harry," she breathed softly, coming to stand in front of him, bending down to look him in the eyes, her pupils almost eclipsing her irises, "Do you find me attractive?"

Harry felt like he had been blindsided by a stunning spell as he gazed at Bellatrix in shock.

He took a deep breath, this was just a question he could answer this one easily, "Of course I do," Harry said simply, "You're frankly gorgeous."

"Do you want me then?" Bellatrix asked softly, bending down to look at him at eye level, "Do you want my body?"

Harry's mental control was frayed and tattered from months of emotional attacks that had remained intact for close to twenty years suddenly shattered, this last attack far too much.

Pure heat ran through Harry's body as he gazed at Bellatrix; from this angle, he could see her slim but well-built body in a position that showcased her chest perfectly, the tops of the soft-looking pale orbs illuminated by the light of the room.

"Yes," Harry growled and then leaned forward, kissing Bellatrix soundly on the lips.

His lips pressed into her own, finding them yielding easily to them and tasting faintly of smoky cherry.

Bellatrix responded in kind, enthusiastically pressing her own lips against his as she crawled forward into his lap, settling down on it like a cat, pressing her firm, toned cheeks onto his legs as they continued to kiss.

"Mmm," Bellatrix hummed a throaty note to her voice, "Harry," she said between the kisses, "You're so forceful!" she giggled lightly, a cheery sound that tinkled through the air.

Harry's hands were not idle, running over her soft body, pressing against her sides, feeling the flesh give away as they rose upward, cupping the side of her chest and letting the massive plush weight settle in his palm, only held back by Bellatrix's robe and what he thought to be a bra, judging by the texture underneath her robes.

Harry found himself unable to wait and, with a pulse of magic from his fingertips, turned Bellatrix's robe into a cloud of gaseous smoke, which drifted away to reform intact upon the ground, revealing part of her beauty to him.

Bellatrix had a flat, somewhat toned stomach that Harry found himself unable to resist touching, gently stroking up the surface of the pale skin and feeling the burning heat contained inside.

Bellatrix sighed happily at his touch and pressed herself forward against Harry's hand, "Yes that's right," she murmured softly into his lips.

Harry felt around her body, realizing now that she was only garbed in the bra that held her chest up and a pair of panties that felt lacy and silky to his fingers, not even close to enough to contain the soft pale globes of her butt.

Harry drew back from the kisses to examine the woman in front of him fully.

She sat upon his lap, a lacy, flowery black bra holding up her breasts, though it could not fully contain her chest, and Harry noted the edges of pale, rosy peaks on top of her breasts, hinting at the treasures currently hiding from sight.

Harry could feel himself swelling in his pants to press against Bellatrix's lower mound, and her widening eyes told Harry that she could feel it, too.

"What is this?" Bellatrix murmured, her cheeks a deep red as one hand reached down, and Harry felt his pants become unblocked before hot, warm, and soft fingers glanced over his shaft, gently caressing it.

"Who knew you'd be packing a weapon like this," Bellatrix said, gazing down at his now fully exposed penis.

Her hand gently stroked it once, feathering over the shaft and then over his glans. The movement felt odd to Harry, and despite being no expert himself, he thought the motion of Bellatrix's hand looked rather unpracticed and instead was mostly carried by her own excitement.

It jerked in her feather-like grip, landing against her mound, and Harry felt a slick, hot wetness there, along with a soft, spongy texture, as his shaft settled between Bellatrix's lips, splitting them apart slightly.

"Ooohh," cooed Bellatrix, pressing herself against him, her breasts embedding into his chest, "I didn't know it'd feel like this," she mumbled seemingly to herself.

A moment of frustration flashed through Harry as he was still entirely too clothed as was Bellatrix.

He twirled a finger on his left hand, and his clothes dissolved, flying to settle next to Bellatrix's own.

His frustration must have leaked through his magic too much, though, as Bellatrix's bra was torn from her chest, flying across the room and revealing her glorious snow-pale skin and proud pink peaks as they settled slightly further down on her chest from their own weight and lack of support.

Harry's head dipped down, almost not even of his own accord, as his lips traced her right ripple before sealing over it gently, giving it a light, gentle suck.

Bellatrix gasped, pressing herself deeper into his grasp as she desperately breathed.

He didn't know where that information had come from for a moment before he realized it had been from a number of books he had read once, containing within them various parts of tantric knowledge and rituals.

Harry realized he wanted to make Bellatrix make that sound again and redoubled his effort, his free hand sliding up her left side and sealing onto her left breast, hefting the way slightly in his hands as he gently massaged the tissue kneading the paradoxically somewhat firm but still incredibly soft flesh between his grip.

Bellatrix's breast deformed under the pressure, attempting to squeeze out between his fingers, but Harry wouldn't let it go that easily.

He sealed his lips over Bellatrix's nipple and sucked gently on it before lightly pricking the rub that had firmed up with his teeth.

A cry escaped Bellatrix's lips, "Oh Harry, that's too much!" she groaned, but her tone did not match her words, and neither did her left hand that grabbed Harry and pulled him deeper into her chest so both of her weighty breasts were resting against Harry's head.

Harry's free hand that had been resting on her waist reached around and sunk into her buttock, gripping it firmly, enjoying the hefty weight of the meaty body part.

"More," Bellatrix groaned, pressing her crotch against his, sliding her still panty-covered mound against his cock, and through the fabric, Harry could feel her lips sliding around him, completely soaked.

Harry pulled back to look into Bellatrix's hazy eyes; her expression clouded with a thick fog of arousal.

His mind was desperately hanging onto his rationality but Bellatrix had pushed him to the edge.

"Are you sure?" he breathed, leaning forward to nip lightly at her neck.

Bellatrix gasped but franticly nodded her head nonetheless, "Please, I need you inside of me," she whispered.

Harry was no longer able to restrain himself.

Harry grabbed the side of Bellatrix's soaked black panties and then ripped to the side, pulling them away with ease and a small application of magic to weaken the material.

Bellatrix rose up, and her vulva rested against the head of Harry's penis; the spongy wet, lubricated heat rubbed against his tip for a moment as Bellatrix gazed down at him before she relaxed her legs and slowly, agonizingly slow, still down his length.

Harry ground as a tight, wet heat engulfed him, and he felt Bellatrix slide down him, feeling a moment of pressure at his IP before something within Bellatrix broke, and he felt her hands seize his arms as she hissed slightly.

"Are you okay?" Harry asked, worry making its way through his hazy head.

"Fine," murmured Bellatrix into his shoulder before looking up at him with plaintive eyes, "Come on, Harry, don't you want me? I'm yours to do with whatever you like." Her lips curved daily, and the normally somewhat sultry smile had a genuine edge to it now.

Bellatrix leaned forward and pressed her lips into Harry's, "Come on, do whatever you like," she egged him on.

"Bloody hell," Harry groaned as the last of his self-restraint snapped.

Bellatrix had the faintest thought that she might have miscalculated as Harry's dick slammed deep inside her nailing right into her cervix, leaving her gasping.

Her eyes trailed down to see that there was still an inch that had not made its way inside her, and she groaned throatily.

There was no way on her first time that she wouldn't able to take everything. She was a Black, better was expected from her.

A part of her wanted to tell Harry to take it easy, but her pleasure easily submerged that part. There was no way she was going to tell Harry to slow down now. She had already violated every promise she had given Lily from the moment she had decided to sleep with the woman's son.

Harry began to pound into her from below, with solid strikes that stretched her around his girth, and she groaned and sighed as she clung to him.

This was too much, who would ever expect sex to feel this good!?

Harry continued to bottom out in her as Bellatrix gasped as she was taken for the ride of her life and for the sheer need of something else to focus on rather than the min numbing pleasure her lips found Harry's engaging him in a lip lock.

If anything, that just seemed to encourage the boy to drive into her most sacred part, a piece of her that she was supposed to have given her husband.

That was excepting the fact she had never managed to get one of her own. No man had ever lived up to her standards, and if the Black heiress began sleeping around, there would have been hell to pay.

Not that any man had ever lived up to the standards she had built in her own mind.

Except her best friend's son.

Unexpectedly she clenched around Harry's dick as she cried out, her body overwhelmed as she experienced a mind-numbing orgasm.

She collapsed bonelessly onto Harry, soaking in the warmth flowing through her as pleasure flooded her brain; Harry still for a moment, which immediately in Bellatrix's pleasure-soaked mind she thought was unacceptable.

"No!" she groaned, "Keep going-" she hissed out, slurring the words as they left her mouth.

Harry seemed to take her at her word and began to vigorously slam her from below, causing her to shake on his chest, her breasts vibrating against his chest, stimulating her nipples as sweat began to build up on her body.

Her ravaged cunt was stretched repeatedly as she quickly began to become overwhelmed by sensations shooting through her.

Bellatrix groaned, trying to suppress her cries before she recalled that her office was silenced by magic regardless.

She cried out as she spasmed on Harry again, her entire body giving into her orgasm, yet it was not over.

Harry continued to pound her, and her pussy's lips turned red from the abuse and how engorged with blood they were as she orgasmed again and again.

Her womb was aching, and she realized there was only one thing she wanted inside it now.

"Harry," she groaned into his neck, pressing rapid kisses into it, completely overcome, "Come inside me, please come inside me, I need it inside."

She continued to mindlessly beg even as her body betrayed her and kept orgasming and shaking atop Harry.

Harry's breath and she felt him slam deep inside her, pushing into her womb as something hot and liquid was shot inside her womb.

"Oh, Harry," she murmured, kissing him directly on the lips and smiling at him, a somewhat dazed look on her face caused by the hot seed occupying her uterus.

Harry gave her a smile that was unlike his usual placid ones; this one had an edge to it. "You're not down yet, are you?" he asked, raising an eyebrow at her challengingly.

Bellatrix's pussy clenched down hard as he realized his thick rod had somehow not lost any harness inside her.

Bellatrix gazed back before she firmed herself up, there was no way she was going to lose to Harry by crying for mercy now.

"I'm not giving in yet," she hissed.

"Good," Harry grinned at her.

Bellatrix's pussy quivered as she realized she might be in over her head.

Harry lifted her up with his arms and stood up with her, and began to rapidly plunge deep inside her, stretching her to her limit as she cried out in surprise and pleasure.

"Harry!" his name escaped her lips as she desperately tried to grip onto him as he continued to pound her in a standing position.

All she had to cling on to was him, even as the weight of her own body pushed his penis deep inside. He pushed the glans of his cock against her cervix in a way that should have been painful, but Bellatrix could only find intensely pleasurable as white spots danced in front of her eyes.

Harry began to rapidly pound into her, her ass cheeks clapping against his legs. In that moment, she felt like a tool, an object of pleasure, which only made her next orgasm even harder as she cried out sobbing as her voice gave out.

Harry did not let up, pressing her against a wall and slamming her onto the cool stone, waking her slightly up from her delirious haze, but she was unable to sustain the awareness as she was driven to the heights of pleasure over and over again.

Was this what she had been missing all her life? How had she lived?

Except she was somehow sure that this level of pleasure, this kind of sex was only possible because it was Harry she was doing this with.

He moved like a machine, yet he would press his lips to her neck or nip her abused nipples, sending shockwaves of electricity through her as she desperately held onto consciousness.

How could any woman handle this?

Bellatrix cried out again as Harry's knowledge of her supple form brought her to orgasm again as she clenched down hard on his cock, unwilling to let it move except, regardless of how hard she gripped like an implacable juggernaut, he continued to pound into her.

"Harry," she mumbled, gripping on to his head and threading her fingers through his slick black locks as she locked her own dark eyes with his.

His emerald eyes swirled with emotions as he looked directly into her own.

The eye contact was too intense, Bellatrix realized as her body shook, completely overwhelmed once again. The eye contact somehow registered as yet another intimate moment she was experiencing with Harry.

Her student

Her godson.

Yet, despite how wrong this was. Despite the fact she knew she shouldn't be doing this, Bellatrix couldn't help herself. Now that she had crossed this bridge, could she even go back to how she was before?

His dick stretched her again, and Bellatrix cried out as her lips were pried apart, raw and weeping from their pleasurable abuse.

"Please, Harry!" she cried out, not knowing what she was begging him for except more!

Bellatrix's office smelled hot, sweaty, and musty, which Harry supposed he shouldn't be surprised by, given what they had spent the last several hours doing.

Bellatrix lay collapsed on her desk, his semen leaking from bright red abused vaginal lips.

Despite the vigorous activity, Harry felt completely refreshed. More than that, his mind was clear in a way that it hadn't been in weeks.

His mental state, for lack of a better term, felt more 'stable.'

He looked in concern at Bellatrix feeling a niggling guilt in his stomach. He had completely overwhelmed her, he realized, though, on the other hand, the woman seemed to enjoy the entire exercise as much as he had.

He gestured with his hand that the office window would open, and the air freshened immediately.

He flicked his hand, using his magic to open the other door beside the entrance to her office. It opened slowly, revealing the entryway back to her quarters. He picked her up gently and walked inside, through a stately living area with nice black furniture and an empty marble fireplace; on the far side was another door.

He opened it to find a stately, well-appointed bedroom with dark, silky black sheets laid across the bed that he gently tucked her underneath.

As he looked down at her peaceful but exhausted features, he was unable to suppress the urge to gently bend down and press his lips against her brow.

Authors Note:

At Long Last, we come to it. The raison d'être of this fiction.

See y'all next chapter as we deal with the aftermath of this and other things.