The Stars on the Staircase

Black Feet

The following week was more normal but by Wednesday the arousal was back with a vengeance and the day passed with painful slowness. Any relief from my previous encounter with the Potions Master had dwindled away. By early this week it was back to a dull roar and today my mind was full of images of him and I. I almost wished I had never seen his bedroom, as now I had a realistic setting for him to ravish me in. Daydreaming the day away, I watched him cherish me through charms class, titillate me during transfiguration, and finally when I was forced to endure his physical presence it got far more explicit and mentally... he pummeled me through potions.

More than once I caught him smirking, listening in on my filth, sitting behind his desk rather than roaming the room today. We had been assigned a research topic and time to write rather than a practical brewing period. It provided my mind far too much time to imagine what he and I could do on that desk. My brain was too befuddled to list the uses of blisterwort.

"Only on the B's? I thought you would be much farther along by now." His thoughts slid into my mind from across the room. It was invasive and it made my hair stand on end.

"Find me a cure for this wretched desire and I will fill out this dictionary of common ingredients at double the pace." I thought back to him.

"Come along now, blisterwort. If you do a very good job on this assignment I'll come up with another idea for some... relief." Was he flirting?

"Get out of my head." I bit back.

"Stop imagining me inside of you and I'll consider it."

"I would if I could."

"Take a deep breath in. Deep breath out and focus on one ingredient at a time."

Blisterwort... commonly used in the following potions... I could still feel him in my head. That feeling of him looming behind me. I swear I felt ghostly lips touch my neck, was he imagining with me? I pressed my hand against the spot protectively and kept writing. Another kiss now on the other side. I tipped my head to the side to allow my imagined partner better access, my nipples began to harden and-

"Pack up your things and come tell me you feel ill for Merlin's sake. Go finish this somewhere else. We're just torturing each other."

I pack my things numbly, feeling dejected by him. I approach his desk. "I'm not feeling well professor." I mutter, annoyed.

"You're excused." He said loud enough to be heard by all. 'This weekend we can have another chat about this... situation.' He added in my mind.

I try to think of nothing as I leave and I can feel him struggling to stay inside my mind to see what I'm thinking as I exit the room and turn the corner. It's not until I touch the stairs up to the main level that I feel the tether of his abilities snap and my mind is alone once more. Now that my mind is a private space again I start to cry. This is the most utterly embarrassing thing that has ever happened to me. I want to shut it off and feel normal for just a few minutes.

I go to the library, not my room. I don't want to be alone with my thoughts. Without his looming presence I finished the assignment within the hour and meet my friends before history of magic claiming I had needed fresh air and a headache remedy.

The rest of the day passes around me like fog and I am relieved when at last it's time to go to bed. I'm utterly exhausted by this magical connection to him. My mind's constant toying with the idea of him has me completely spent and yet my pillow does not bring me the relief I need. I toss and turn, pulling blankets off and on again. I try my best to hold very very still, to trick my mind into slipping away into blackness.