Dear Diary

Chapter One

Monday 12^th October

It feels like yesterday, the first time I mean, it’s been months since it started and yet each time we’re together it feels like that first time. I don’t mean that in the romantic mushy sense that you read about in romance novels- though he can be really romantic, you’d never think so – I mean the unrelenting passion that takes hold of you. The passion that drives you both towards that one point, I don’t just mean sex, although that is the obvious conclusion. What we have can only be defined as the meeting of two bodies, two individuals becoming one entity.

“The beast with two backs” is how Shakespeare referred to it. As amazing as I find Shakespeare to be, I can’t help but disagree, because although he is definitely an animal in the bedroom, what we do and what we are is something deeper, something above and beyond even the realm of magic.

Deep huh?

I’m not saying that we’re pre-destined to be together, nothing woolly like divination plays a part in us, Trelawney would have a field day otherwise.

Perhaps I’m just thinking like this because of today’s realisation that my sleep addled brain is currently processing.

It’s now 3am and I have still to sleep… I’m going to be in a foul mood in the morning, or rather in a few hours as it is already morning.

I apologise diary I’m going off topic again, so back to my point….

I mentioned in my first entry- as this is only my second- that my guy (I should really name him…Alexander? Hmmm yes!)

Well, Alexander decided that he doesn’t want to keep us a secret anymore, for obvious reasons no one can know, it’s so much simpler if this is kept quiet. I’m not going to lie, I’m worried, we could get in a lot of trouble for this, and by we I mean him… Life sucks!

Anyway I promised you a story, and after thinking about it I think I finally narrowed it down, that first time he possessed me, the first time he made me his.

And I am his, a realisation I’ve had writing this… I’m his in every single sense, mind, body and spirit, and I wouldn’t change it.

To understand how Alexander and I came to be, you must understanding oh secretive diary, that the foundations of the very relationship we have, were built by me.

Confused?

I’ll clarify for you.

I mentioned in my last entry that my friends, as loyal and caring as they are, they’re also dim-witted and judgemental, and think they have me pegged…

They don’t.

I said that they would be shocked about my extra-curricular activities, and really they would.

 But… they would be more shocked knowing that I, yes that’s right, me, I was the one who seduced Alexander.

Shocked?

You really shouldn’t be, because oh wonderfully silent confidant of mine, I seduced him, and that is probably one of the most innocent things I’ll be writing in you in regards to this taboo relationship.

But yes, I initiated this, I wanted this.

Oh Merlin, I can’t tell you how much I wanted this.

It was almost a year’s worth of tactics… private smiles, a brush of the hand here, a bit of skin there…

Nothing trashy, it was all tastefully done; it was suggestible, intimate, teasing if you will. I’m not a slut, not like some of the girls in my year, and let me tell you something, there’s a few.

Because between you and me, up until Alexander, I was a virgin… he was my first.

Just the way I wanted.

It’s not like I’ve had it planned for ages, it was actually a passing thought, a fleeting hope, a wish even, that rapidly took hold of my subconscious urging me to make it a reality.

And I did, and it was more than I could have ever dreamed, wilder than any fantasy I could ever imagine, and believe me, some of my fantasies… they’re pretty wild.

But there’s a start for you.

So to sum up, to clarify for the sake of clarification:

I’m in love with my professor, who I seduced, and have been sleeping with him for the last few months and he doesn’t want to keep it a secret.

Did I miss anything?

Actually I missed out a hell of a lot, but the gaps will have to be filled in another time.

For now you’ll just have to make the rest up.

Ivy.

The silence in the hall was deafening, no-one move, no-one dared breathe. There was simply nothing.

The muteness was suffocating, as the joy that had once filled the Great Hall was sucked from the room, to be replaced with palpable shock, a reaction that everyone within the confinements of the room felt to a varying degree.

They had just appeared lengths and lengths of parchments landing in front of every breakfasting attendee, student and staff alike.

Hundreds of inquisitive eyes greedily read the plain uniformed parchment, the missive inside a mystery, unknown to all in the room, rendering them unable to protect the younger years from reading the sensitive material.

Every person in turn raised their heads, as if searching for the owner of the mysterious script. Awe could clearly be seen in some, suspicion in others, while plain fury could be seen in others.

In amongst the sea of disbelieving faces and searching eyes, two people found each other, their communication silent, as golden amber eyes, embarrassment plain to see, were breached by probing dominant black ones.

It was in this communication that one question was raised.

How?

A/N: What do you think?