Harriet Potter 1

Door on the left

When he left Harriet tossed and turned in her bed unable to get comfortable.

She was hot under the cotton t-shirt but there was no way that she was taking it off.

She couldn't stop thinking about being in his arms, the firm planes of his chest beneath her palm, the moment in the pensieve when she had seen -

Oh Merlin, she needed relief.

Charlie.

She scrambled out of bed, clumsy with haste.
While the ground swayed less than before, her footing was still uneven as Harriet slipped out of her room to visit Charlie.

It was the second door on the right hand side of the corridor.

Or was it the left?

No, right. It was on the right hand side.

Definitely left.

Harriet held her breath while she slowly turned the handle to the door. She opened the door a crack, shutting it quickly behind her and quietly padded over to his bed in the dark.

She crawled into the bed beside him and tucked her body into his. The warmth of his bare skin leached into her.

She pressed a kiss to his warm shoulder.

When he groaned she continued her path lower across his back before running her tongue along his spine.

Harriet felt his body stiffen against her with awareness.

In a flash, his large body was rolling towards her.

He flipped them so he was on top of Harriet, pinning her arms above her head with one strong hand.

His wand was pressed into her throat, hard.

Well this was new.

Harriet groaned before raising her hips to meet his.

"Miss Potter" his voice was simultaneously soft and hard.

"This is completely inappropriate."

Sweet Merlin's ballsack!

She would know that cruel baritone anywhere.

For a fleeting moment all she could process was pure horror.

And then a dinstinctly different sensation overcame her.

Even through her terror she was aware of the feel of his hard length pressed against her through the whisper thin panties she still wore.

Her whimper was half fear, half need.

"I'm sorry professor, I- I didn't mean to. I thought-"

"You crawl into my bed and then dare to call me Professor?"

His voice was on the border of a purr and a growl.

She wasn't sure if he was angry or not.

"You thought what, Potter? I'm intrigued."

Somehow she didn't think mentioning Charlie would be a good idea.

"I got lost on my way back from the loo. I thought this was my room."

"Ah well that explains it then" his voice was soft as he leaned in to her ear. "A simple mistake."

Harriet nodded vigorously in agreement, filled with relief that he had accepted her explanation.

"Anyone might have accidentally slipped into the wrong room after a few fire whiskeys" he continued.

"Yes" she whispered.

His lips met his ear as he continued to speak.
"And anyone would, upon finding the bed to be inhabited by another person, proceed to run their tongue over that person's body?"

Harriet's stomach lurched.

She was so screwed.

His hips ground into hers.

The pressure of his wand on her throat lessened as his lips met her ear "is this what you wanted, Potter?"

Harriet struggled to form words.

"Answer me."

"Yes" she gasped.

He lit the wand beneath her chin and in the dim light she could see his shadowed face and his hair pulled back in a low bun. An escaped tendril tickled her cheek.

His obsidian gaze burned into her green eyes.

"I'm not sure what you were hoping to achieve Potter, apart from the obvious. Were you hoping to scrape a pass in potions?" His mocking voice was cruel.

"That would hardly be commensurate" Harriet snapped in reply.

"On that we are agreed. Giving you what you want and giving you good marks hardly seems like a fair bargain."

Harriet's voice was slow with intoxication as his hips ground into hers. "Perhaps we can negotiate."

His answering smile was predatory, his eyes alight in a way Harriet had never seen before.

"As intrigued as I am to hear your counter-offer, perhaps it is time that you return to your own room, Miss Potter."

His words were a stark contrast to the teasing breath on her ear as he spoke.

"If I'm feeling generous, maybe I'll even obliviate us both" he murmured, delivering his words with a cruel nip to her ear that drove her desire higher.

Then suddenly his weight was off her and her wrists were free.

As she climbed out of the bed and approached the door his voice rang out behind her.

"And Potter, no further detours this time."