Potters And The Next Generation

Candice's Turmoil

Disclaimer: THIS IS A PIECE OF FAN-FICTION, DERIVED FROM THE ORIGINAL WORKS OF HARRY POTTER SERIES BY J.K. ROWLING.

Eddie

I knocked on her office door, mesmerized for the past ten minutes, watching her shuffle through parchments. She looked up from behind her small round specs, showing off her beautiful golden lashes. My face hurt and I knew I was smiling for too long. She loosened her tie and popped open the collar button. Her light blue shirt looked so wonderful on her, along with that black necktie and black coat.

"Good afternoon, Professor Macy." I chuckled and she hummed, running fingers through her long golden locks. Standing, she came around the table and I held her with arms around her waist.

"Good afternoon, Senior Officer Gideon. Whatever brings you to this innocent professor's door."

"Wife, it isn't that I love this role play but we're in your office." I kissed her lips gently.

"No one's watching. See? No portraits." She pointed and I snorted.

"Oh, you're thorough." I sat her by the edge of her table, finding myself between her black pants dressed legs. Caressing her bottom lip with a dry thumb, I felt the dryness lingering there which made me take her lips harshly. She moaned at every bite that I captured her lips in. Our tongues touched and her hands hovered by the waistline of my pants.

"No. Too much." I moved back but she held my head and kissed me again, leaving no room for breath. I was lost now. My body moved on its own, face buried in her burning neck. I pulled at her collar lightly and bit her shoulder, making her gasp, "We... we should really stop."

"Why?"

"Because I don't want to stop once I start." I moved back, fixing her glasses.

"You're going to drive me crazy one day." She sighed and I pulled her off the table with a laugh.

"Lunch?" I asked.

"Three Broomsticks." She wore her robe, "I don't feel like doing the main hall."

"Hmm, how about we round up our little girl?" I asked as we headed out with her arm chained in mine.

"Hmm... how do we find her though?" She asked.

"Good question." I pouted, "We could check the great hall?"

"Hmm. I suppose so." We made way into the hall outside and to our luck, ran into Albus with a blonde Slytherin boy, who wasn't Scorpius.

"Albus. How are you?" I shook his hand.

"All well, Uncle Ed. Erm, this is Jason. He's a friend of mine." He introduced, "Jason... he's Can's dad and that's her mum."

Jason's face paled.

Wait, Jason? As in ... boyfriend Jason?

"You must be the boyfriend." I raised a hand and he took it, already nervous. I squeezed hard and he kept a tight smile. Macy pinched me and I almost yelped, letting go of his hand.

"Hello, Jason."

"Professor... I'm sorry... Candice never told me that you were..."

"That's okay. Candice never tells anyone we're related. She thinks it to be a hidden point of pride."

"But she fails defence against the dark arts, anyway." Albus grinned and I sighed. She was nothing like her mother in the subject.

"She tries though. It's adorable." Jason chuckled.

"I know. Do you see the face she makes? Like she'll either rip the pages-" Albus laughed.

"Or set them on fire." Jason snorted. Macy bit her lip but I was curious. Two boys, so elated talking about her.