Bonded to her

Chapter 12

I woke up sore from head to toe, every inch of me aching with the lingering pain from the cruciatus curse. I tried to move to get some of the soreness from my muscles out, but my eyes shot open instantly feeling a lump next to me. 

Granger. 

She was curled up against me sleeping peacefully, her soft breathing the only sign of life in her. She was clearly exhausted and didn’t stir even when I was moving around. I felt an overwhelming wave of guilt being in such a compromising situation with a student, no matter of age or not. I tried to play it off like I didn’t care about ethics to get her relaxed enough to bond with me, but really I hated myself for crossing that line. 

I had never felt anything but dull annoyance for my students. I couldn’t deny though that feeling her fit perfectly against me, remembering the kiss we shared was almost enough to wake her up in the most evil of ways. 

Her body called to me like no woman’s had before. If I could have developed the perfect woman for me, I couldn’t have come even close to how much I obsessed over her every curve. The soft smile on her face, the way her intelligent eyes held such depth that was lacking in most women. She wasn’t a normal witch at all. 

I had to assume it was due to the empath DNA in her that made her different. Much like a Veela, people were drawn to her in a way that wasn’t logical. She was oblivious, but I had seen the envious glances from the male population and heard the horrid things they whispered after she left. I wasn’t the only one who’s mind wandered in an unsafe direction when she was around. 

I had taught Veelas before and had no trouble keeping my thoughts straight. With her though, my mind knew how soft her kiss was. How sweetly and innocently she played into my whims. So strong, and yet she melted just like ice on a hot day. 

When I went to my safe place during torture, I saw her. Somehow I had summoned her in my mind, the fact that she left to go find me and had shown up where I was proved that she wasn’t just a figment of my imagination. I pushed away a stray piece of her hair from her face and let myself indulge looking at her despite feeling guilty. 

I could see it. Her future . A family, her in my mansion running around after our black haired child. I could hear her joyful laughter at their insane tactics as if it already existed. She would teach them potions from a young age, feeding their desire to learn with the love and the patience every child deserves. 

I wouldn’t live past the war though. Even in my dreams, I wasn’t there. She was there, alone. Happy without me. 

I closed my eyes taking a deep breath trying to hold back the pain that was physical, but didn’t have any actual cause. It was the pain of having to love her and then leave her all alone. 

I gently slid from behind her making sure to not wake her and went to change and drink some more of her miracle potion needing to distract myself. I was so sore, but I managed to get a shower and put sweat pants on. I didn’t bother with a shirt since I was just so pained even after the pain potion. 

She was still sleeping when I got out, so I went to make breakfast when the bookshelf caught my eye. The books were out of order. I sighed seeing that every single one she had pulled out was dark magic. My magic in her was undoubtedly pulling on her trying to get her to release it. Obsess over learning more magic in such a subtle way you didn’t even realize the darkness was manipulating you.