A Sharp Sensation

15

You woke up late, you'd wouldn't have woken at all if it weren't for a knock at your chamber door. After drinking till midnight and snogging till nearly three in the morning, you were running on only a few hours of sleep.

"Hullo?" You mumble sleepily as you pull open the door, eyes brightening when you see who's on the other side.

You had half a mind to think last night was just a dream but the look on Aesops face only proved you wrong.

"Good morning (Y/N)," he says, the gentleness of his voice practically purring in your ears.

"G-good morning!" You stammer, you had only just woken up and it was cruel to make you form complete sentences; especially when there was such a gorgeous man before you.

"May I?" Aesop asks, gesturing past the open door.

"Mmm hmm," you hum absently, watching him quite greedily as he went by.

This man; the handsome, mysterious, strong and astute Potions Professor; was the very man you had kissed last night. Well, kissed quite a few times... and maybe a little caressing...

You flush bright red. What were you thinking? Aesop probably thinks you're some silly-

"I was serious about what I had said last night," Aesop says quietly, those gorgeous brown eyes boring into your soul. "About how I intend to keep you forever."

"I'm glad you haven't changed your mind, I would've hunted you down to make sure you made good on your promise," you reply, sitting down on the yellow striped settee, patting the space beside you to indicate Aesop should sit down.

"I wouldn't doubt it," He chuckles softly. "You were hunting me down these past few months."

"You were avoiding me!" you protest. "I had to hunt you down!"

"Did you now?" Aesop asks with a grin, his head cocked to the side. "I'll have you know that usually the wolf is the hunter."

You flush, you knew what he meant but your overactive imagination led you to believe otherwise.

"Stop saying things you know I'll misinterpret," you mutter sourly.

"But you make such a lovely expression when I do," Aesop counters.

"Y'know for an old man, you're awfully stubborn," you quip.

"This old man is only stubborn when it comes to what's his," he replies.

You couldn't help it, you start to giggle, falling into a full blown laugh. "This is going quite fast, isn't it?"

"You should know by now once I've decided on something, I put my all into it," Aesop murmurs, a much more serious expression on his features.

"That's for certain," you reply, this time more meekly.

"C'mere," he says quite gently. "Let me prove it to you."

Some time later you were awfully late for breakfast; infact, you hardly had any time to eat at all. You weren't complaining however, yet another make out session with the man who's invaded your dreams? You couldn't be happier.

"You seem awfully smug," a disembodied voice says from behind you, causing you to jump.

The Great Hall was practically empty, only a few students loitering about and an especially forlorn ghost.

"Shh! Don't blow my cover!" A familiar voice whispers. You peer over your shoulder to see Marge peeking out from under an invisibility cloak.

"Where in earth did you get that?" You ask, pointing at the cloak.

Invisibility cloaks were not only rare, but incredibly finicky and fragile. No invisibility cloak worked perfectly, that was something of children's tales.

"A friend of mine owed me, I suggested he lend me this and we called it even," Marge says, as if that made perfect sense.

You decide not to question her on it, instead asking what she was doing here.

"Ah, I told Sirona there's been an emergency and I couldn't come in, she told me 'have fun' a true friend that one." She prattles. "Anywho, now I've got nothing to do today so I'm gonna stick around for a bit, but Noreen if she's not busy. Say, d'ya think you could pass me some of that toast?"

Just as soon as you pass the toast to the young woman, the feast before you disappears.

"Hate that part," Marge grumbles. "I'll have to sneak into the kitchens for some real sustenance."

You would've cried over your disappearing oatmeal but you were in too much of a good mood to care.

"So, did ya shag him?" Marge asks as you stood up from your chair.

You try not to choke in surprise, instead coughing awkwardly.

Marge looked as though she could explode with excitement. "I won't tell anyone, I promise! Well, except Noreen and Gladwin and Richard and Solomon and Char... Nevermind, I'll tell everyone."

"I- I didn't shag him!" You protest, your cheeks an embarrassing shade of pink.

"Shag who?" Someone asks and you turn to see Georgina Fig and a red-headed boy.

"Hey Gigi!" Marge says cheerfully.

"Hullo Margaret," the Hufflepuff responds, just as brightly.

Does everyone know Marge sneaks about the castle?

"Nothing to worry about Miss Fig," You blather, hoping she'll drop the issue.

Your hopes were in vain however, Marge wouldn't drop it.

"She's shagging Sharp," Marge quips, sealing your fate.

"No w-" the ginger attached to Georginas hip gasps, only to be silenced by a lip-sealing charm.

"I knew it!" Georgina shouts. "You

You blanch. "I'm not shagging anyone! This is highly inappropriate Miss Fig-"

"I can't believe it! Well, perhaps I can, you did seem awful fond of him-" Georgina prattles.

"Yeah, you should've heard her bumbling on and on about him-" Marge says with a grin, but you cut her off with a kick to the shin. 

You took a deep breath. You take on your best imitation of Aesop and say, "Get to class before I dock house points!"

"Ooh she even sounds like him-" the ginger boy, presumably Garreth, says now that the jinx has worn off.

"Shut it Weasley!" Georgina shouts. "I'm not loosing house points 'cus of you!"

The pair of students took off in a run leaving you and Marge Blainey alone in the Great Hall.

"Not a word," you growl as Marge opens her mouth to speak.

"Mrs. Weasley's nephew was right, you do sound like him!"