The Stars on the Staircase

One Lesson Two Teachers Part 1

When I floo'd into his room after dinner I carried my nightgown and bathrobe with me. I heard the water filling the tub already through the open door.

"Is this for me?" I asked as I entered.

"Yes, as Filius pointed out, you deserve it." He teased sarcastically with a certain curl of his lip that was somehow seductive yet disdainful.

"Can you stop your teasing? He is not interested in me and I don't want to hear about it anymore."

"Very well, I will cease my insinuations." He vows, but his raised eyebrow is telling me he will continue to give me meaningful eye contact about it.

"Thank you!" I try to say firmly but somehow sound petulant.

He began walking toward me. I started to move thinking maybe it was intention to leave the washroom and me with my bath but no, he stopped in front of me and took the bundle from my arms, sitting it on a nearby stool. He turned back to me and started peeling me out of my cozy cardigan. "Did I say I needed help undressing?" I asked, laughing at his aggressive attentions.

"It's Christmas break. I intend to unwrap you at least once every day until term resumes." He drawls, "now turn around and give me your zipper."

I do as he asks and I'm getting goosebumps as he lowers my zipper oh so slowly. His hands slide into my dress. He releases my bra and I'm still very covered, nothing has fallen down yet, as his fingertips trace the lines my bra leaves in my body. He scratches where those indentations are and I moan in pure bliss. He follows the lines with his fingers, enjoying my noises as he rubs the tender places, eventually his hands are around my front and underneath my undone clothing his hands touch my breasts and pull me against his body.

Kissing my neck from behind he pushes my dress and bra off me. They drop to the floor but his hands still encircled me. His hands slither down me, taking my tights and knickers in one movement. They are pulled down my legs and I realise his face is near my behind seconds before he gives me a little kiss there and I giggle at the strange intimacy of it. He holds my things while I step out of them.

"Into the tub with you." He says, his eyes all dark with lust and I enjoy doing as he commands. I slip into the sudsy water.

"What are you going to do while I'm in here?" I ask, pressing myself to the edge of the tub and folding my arms over the rim.

"I just have one more teacherly duty for the evening. I'll be back in a quarter of an hour."

"You're just gonna leave me naked in your bathroom? What if someone comes to your office?"

"If I don't answer they will know I am out." He lowers the lights to just a few candles. "Don't forget you are meant to be practising your meditation." He adds as he leaves the room, his cloak's wispy black trails leaving the doorway seconds after he does.

I lay back and try to understand why I am tangled up with him and still so hot for him when the spell was meant to be broken. I try to clear my mind but I can't help thinking about him and I playing a kinky game of hide and seek. The fierceness in his voice when he had called me prey. I try to imagine being concealed and knowing he is close, the goosebumps of wondering if he would detect me. Then I realised he would find me, because I would be thinking about him and he would hear it. The realisation draws me back to the idea of meditating.

I try to think only about my body. I feel the hot water sloshing around my legs. Feel the bubbles with my hands. I try to visualise tension leaving my shoulders as the hot water envelops them. I realise that most of my life I feel so much up in my head, like a floating brain and not connected to the body below me. Maybe that's what I needed to meditate on, the mind body connection.