Character Oneshots!

Potions Class Part 2 (S)

"If I'd known you were such a good kisser I'd have had you sooner," Narcissa gasped as they pulled apart.

If only I'd made mental connection sooner, Y/N replied, deciding it better for her to move towards the column of Narcissa's neck and explore further, rather than using her mouth to talk.

How is your legilimency so good?

Practice, Y/N bit down on her pulse point, causing Narcissa to moan out before slapping her hand over her mouth.

"No," she said shakily. The teacher pushed Y/N away slightly, clearly fighting against her body. "I have another class now."

"Would you not rather be doing this?" Y/N said into the shell of her ear, pulling at her ear lobe.

Narcissa sucked in a breath before answering with a, "Yes, but I'm sure you have a class to get to as well."

I pay more attention in your class than any other, Y/N continued her onslaught, pushing Narcissa's blouse out of the way and attacking her collarbone. Narcissa couldn't respond, pulling tightly against Y/N at the sharp, but pleasing, pain.

I pity your other teachers, but I'm a new teacher, I can't miss any lessons just yet. Maybe when my reputation around school gets a little better, this time she really did push away, pulling her blouse back into place. She did her best to put a stern face on and raised her voice.

"I expect you to listen next lesson. You must have all the work that you didn't do from this one on my desk tomorrow morning. Do I make myself clear?" She paused for dramatic effect. "Otherwise I cannot let this go unpunished."

Now I'd like to see what punishment you'd have for me, Y/N said, smirking. Narcissa's eyes widened, pointing towards the door.

Y/N left, opening the door and pushing past some 5th year students, all looking slightly terrified and in awe of their teacher.

I hope you know that everyone's pining for you now you no longer have a husband. I keep hearing 'milf' in the corridor, Y/N said, already down the corridor and just too far out of reach for a flustered Narcissa to respond.

Dinner time came around and she took her place at the teachers table in between Professor McGonagall, the now Headmistress, and Madame Hooch. They were speaking to others further away from her and so she began filling her plate with different foods.

"How are you, dear?" Minerva turned to Narcissa, carving her roast potatoes into smaller pieces and covering them with gravey.

"Good, thank you," she replied, piling several sausages at the edge of her plate. "It's been quite the day." Her mind drifted to Y/N.

"Indeed," agreed the older witch, a tired smile crossing her face. "The students didn't give you anymore trouble did they?" Her face turned concerned as she looked towards the blonde witch.

"No, they didn't. Thank you for sorting that out for me." Narcissa frowned at the thought of what they had said to her.

"No matter, I'm glad it's over." And with that they began to eat in comfortable silence, both understanding the other, and listening to the chatter around them.

Ugh, not roast dinner againnn, we have it twice a week every week, Narcissa heard a familiar legilimence.

Sorry it's not up to satisfaction, she emphasised the word, allowing for all it's meaning to sink in. Somewhere along the Slytherin table was the student who repeatedly managed to push into her mind.

You know, Narcissa began, her tone smirking, eating her food with an almost bored look. I don't know many people who can get past my occlumency, not even the dark lord when he was still trying to poke around, thinking I was a spy.