No matter what.

2. Studying

Ms. Blacks lesson was the last of my lessons for that day, so I quickly walked to my dorm and sat down on my bed. Checking my watch, the time read 4:51pm, meaning it was only just over an hour until she came to get me.

I couldn't stop thinking about that she heard what I thought about her. It's quite humiliating really, especially that the woman is literally my teacher, but I suppose I can't really help liking her. She was really so beautiful and I couldn't help but admire that.

I carried on thinking about this woman and she just wouldn't leave my mind. It was like something that is there that you can't get rid of, no matter how much you try. How hard I try, she remains looking pretty in my little mind. The thoughts of her taking over all the bad ones I had at that moment in time.

Minutes after minutes after minutes and all I could think about was her. The time soon came and I heard a knock on the door. I quickly ran to it and opened it, to see Bellatrix in a lovely black dress with black sleeves and her signature corset. Her curls still messy but laying over her shoulder and her chest, her cleavage still on show. This time, I was attempting to protect my mind from her, just incase.

"Ready?" She said, raising one of her eyebrows but still looking into my eyes.

"Yes, let's go." She turned around and grabbed my hands, wrapping them around her torso and hers around mine. Immense butterflies gathered in my stomach until she finally spoke again.

"Hold on tight." She whispered into my ear as we apparated. My muscles clenched and my stomach flipped, feeling sick when we landed.

"Most people usually throw up the first time." She chuckled, coming over and putting her arm on my back and rubbing it. My stomach ache quickly disappeared and she lead me to the table so we could get started on studying.

I sat down and pulled out my books, placing them down on the table and looking up at the gorgeous woman in front of me. She sat down and grabbed a pen, showing me what to write and helping me understand the work. This was supposed to help me study for the test tomorrow but the only thing I was studying was her. She kept pointing at things with her fingers and looking back up at me, except this time her eyes trailing off to my cleavage once in a while.

I was wearing a small vest with a zip up hoodie, along with some black jeans. My hoodie was open and my vest clearly didn't hide my cleavage. I was trying to listen to her talk but it was mostly no use. I kept picking up on little bits but once we made eye contact again, I lost track of what she was saying.

My mind slipped into a thought train again, on the topic of how beautiful Ms. Black really was. She was genuinely unreal and just over all perfect, meaning even if anything ever could happen, I wouldn't have a chance with this woman. I carried on thinking about her until I finally snapped back to reality, realising I had totally drifted off into my own thoughts. This woman was literally staring at me not listening to her whatsoever. I mean, I was listening but only to her voice, nothing that she was actually trying to teach me.

She looked into my eyes with a smirk and that was when I realised... As soon as she had noticed I had started day dreaming, she had started using her legilimency on me, listening through my thoughts about her. All I was gave in return though was a smirk and a chuckle.

"What's so funny?" I asked the woman in front of me, raising my eyebrows and holding in my smile.

"You. Your thoughts." She said chuckling once again. I gave in and stopped playing dumb, my confidence level starting to grow.

"What's so funny about them, Ms. Black?" I replied in a flirty tone, smirking at her. She definitely knew I was trying to flirt with her but I was starting to think that she was going along with it...

"Oh, nothing. They're just- well they're something." I slightly moved forward towards her as both of our breathing became heavier. The inches between us felt so close but so far at the same time.

"Something, hmm?"

"Well, why do you think you'll never have a chance with me?" she responded in a serious tone now.

"Is this you saying that I have a chance, Mistress?"

"It might just be..." Her hand trailed to your jawline with her eyes still looking into yours. She brought your face close to hers and pulled you into a deep kiss. Her lips tasted like cinnamon and they were soft against yours.

"Are you.... sure... about.... this?" I managed to say in between kisses but all I got in return was her tongue entering my mouth. She pulled me out of my chair by my vest, almost ripping it, and pushed me against the wall, kissing along my jawline and down my neck to my sweet spot. I moaned, signalling her to carry on with her motions. She pushed her body up closer against mine and my breath hitched, realising I had finally gotten where I wanted to be with her. We couldn't stop now, everything had already gone to shit and nothing could help that.

an: i have the smut of the next chapter in my drafts i'll post it soon i promise.  i might post it in the next few hours it depends if i can be bothered to write smut or if i don't die 💪💪