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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female
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Adult ++
Chapters:
31
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3,757
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13
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Chapter Eight
Disclaimer – The wonderful JK Rowling created all the things that you recognise. I’m just having a bit of fun.
Just a quick note from me, THANK YOU! Your lovely comments make me write more. Just a short chapter this time but there is more to come, honest!
Chapter Eight.
The next morning the headmaster and his deputy sat at the breakfast table eagerly awaiting the arrival of the other members of the faculty, well two of them at least. Albus looked at the witch at his side, many years ago they had played this game too and although it had ended the friendship remained. “Still she is a remarkable woman” he thought to himself looking at her wistfully, remembering their past. Minerva looked back at him and saw the twinkle in his eyes. Recognising the expression on his face she smiled at him “Perhaps...” she whispered and turned away coyly. All these hormones flying around were certainly having an effect.
As Cat walked to her seat chatting to Professor Sprout she couldn’t help but look across to Severus’ seat. He was already sat there, his chin resting on his hand as he studied her intently. She smiled and nodded politely in his direction. He nodded slightly but made no effort to direct his gaze, she began to feel a warm flush creep over her body. His stare was so deep it felt as though his eyes were burning straight through the clothes she was wearing. Trying her best to compose herself she took her seat.
What exactly was under those clothes? He had an uncontrollable urge to find out. In his dreams last night he had seen black artwork delicately etched into her skin. Was that so? He had never seen a tattoo in the flesh as it were, the closest thing he had encountered was the dark mark and he had no desire to see one of those again. No, tattoos were something of a muggle quirk that he had never really understood. Perhaps she could explain to him as he ran his tongue over any that she may have? His mind wandered off again at the thought of tasting her bare skin.
Cat tried not to notice him walking over to her seat “Act casual” she repeated to herself.
“Miss McEwan” he drawled quietly, placing his hand on her shoulder “I wondered if I could have a word with you after breakfast regarding a student”
“Of course Professor, we can discuss it in my office”
“Well” he said thoughtfully “As you are still eating and I am already done here perhaps it would be best if you came to my office. I have no lessons this morning so it would be no inconvenience at all”
“Fine then, I’ll be there as soon as I’m finished” suddenly her appetite had vanished, but she thought it best to wait for a while rather than just run after him. The other teachers would probably find that a bit odd. She watched him stalk out of through the doorway, black robes flapping in his wake. Surely he must be hot under all those clothes. “Oh he’s hot alright” her inner self added. After pushing the remainder of her scrambled eggs around her plate for five minutes Cat excused herself from the table, noticing out of the corner of eye Albus smiling at her. Oh, so the old devil knew did he? Of course he did, he always knew everything and could read her like a book. She made a mental note to speak with him later.
Just a quick note from me, THANK YOU! Your lovely comments make me write more. Just a short chapter this time but there is more to come, honest!
Chapter Eight.
The next morning the headmaster and his deputy sat at the breakfast table eagerly awaiting the arrival of the other members of the faculty, well two of them at least. Albus looked at the witch at his side, many years ago they had played this game too and although it had ended the friendship remained. “Still she is a remarkable woman” he thought to himself looking at her wistfully, remembering their past. Minerva looked back at him and saw the twinkle in his eyes. Recognising the expression on his face she smiled at him “Perhaps...” she whispered and turned away coyly. All these hormones flying around were certainly having an effect.
As Cat walked to her seat chatting to Professor Sprout she couldn’t help but look across to Severus’ seat. He was already sat there, his chin resting on his hand as he studied her intently. She smiled and nodded politely in his direction. He nodded slightly but made no effort to direct his gaze, she began to feel a warm flush creep over her body. His stare was so deep it felt as though his eyes were burning straight through the clothes she was wearing. Trying her best to compose herself she took her seat.
What exactly was under those clothes? He had an uncontrollable urge to find out. In his dreams last night he had seen black artwork delicately etched into her skin. Was that so? He had never seen a tattoo in the flesh as it were, the closest thing he had encountered was the dark mark and he had no desire to see one of those again. No, tattoos were something of a muggle quirk that he had never really understood. Perhaps she could explain to him as he ran his tongue over any that she may have? His mind wandered off again at the thought of tasting her bare skin.
Cat tried not to notice him walking over to her seat “Act casual” she repeated to herself.
“Miss McEwan” he drawled quietly, placing his hand on her shoulder “I wondered if I could have a word with you after breakfast regarding a student”
“Of course Professor, we can discuss it in my office”
“Well” he said thoughtfully “As you are still eating and I am already done here perhaps it would be best if you came to my office. I have no lessons this morning so it would be no inconvenience at all”
“Fine then, I’ll be there as soon as I’m finished” suddenly her appetite had vanished, but she thought it best to wait for a while rather than just run after him. The other teachers would probably find that a bit odd. She watched him stalk out of through the doorway, black robes flapping in his wake. Surely he must be hot under all those clothes. “Oh he’s hot alright” her inner self added. After pushing the remainder of her scrambled eggs around her plate for five minutes Cat excused herself from the table, noticing out of the corner of eye Albus smiling at her. Oh, so the old devil knew did he? Of course he did, he always knew everything and could read her like a book. She made a mental note to speak with him later.