𝐒𝐎 𝐒𝐄𝐓𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐔𝐍; 𝐞𝐯𝐚𝐧 𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐞𝐫.

𝐱𝐯𝐢𝐢: 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐛𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐬

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"𝐀𝐜𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲, 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐟𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐫," 𝐀𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐚 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐩𝐥𝐲, 𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐬𝐡 𝐠𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐄𝐯𝐚𝐧, "𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐰𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐤𝐞𝐲 𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐬𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥 𝐝𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐩𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐚𝐬 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐬 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠."

"Quite right, Miss Avison," Slughorn said jovially, giving her a wink and laughing. His belly jiggled with each Ho, ho, ho, that he let out.

Evan rolled his eyes. "Smarmy Mudblood. Correcting my answer is the biggest accomplishment you'll ever achieve. Celebrate while you can."

"What about when you begged to fuck me in the middle of Hogsmeade?" Amara muttered, raising her eyebrows as she pulled out her notes and an inkwell. 

He flushed. "Shut it. You wanted it just as bad as I did, remember?"

"If you say so." She didn't say anything for a minute, copying down Slughorn's chart on airborne potions. "I think you're just embarrassed you got outsmarted by a useless Mudblood like me."

His gaze grew dangerous. "If you know what's good for you," he said, so quietly Amara had to strain to hear, "you'll stop talking before I make you."

"Yeah? How are you going to do that in a classroom full of people?" she challenged, meeting his gaze head on. "You won't."

Evan shook his head and laughed. "Well, alright then. Before you get mad, know that you asked for it."

Before Amara could register what was happening, he'd scooted his stool over an inch or two to be closer to her. He slipped a thick silver ring off one finger, pointed his wand at it, muttered something imperceptible, and reached between her skirt. Moving her underwear aside, he shoved it deep between her legs.

She almost gasped out loud. It was vibrating, hard, against a very sensitive spot deep inside her. Amara exhaled softly and turned to glare at Evan. "Are you fucking insane? We're in class." She made to take it out, but frowned. Her arm wouldn't budge from the table. "What the fuck did you do to me?"

Evan smirked. "Sticking Charm. I'd like to see what you have to say about all this, since you just love to run your mouth."

Frantic, she looked around, but everyone was either focused on their notes or completely zoned out. "You prick," she hissed. "This is so immoral. This is disgusting, this is—" she cut herself off as a moan threatened to rip through her. Amara flushed a deep red. She squirmed in her seat.

"You gonna tell on me, doll?" Evan muttered, raising one eyebrow. "And let the whole class know what I did to you?"

It was getting hard to keep herself under control. The vibrations were extremely powerful, and the thrill of being in public was starting to get to her. Evan's penetrating stare did not help at all. Amara's breathing grew heavier, and she could feel beads of sweat appearing on her neck. 

It was a good thing they sat in the back of the class and were known as good students, because otherwise they surely would've been caught. Amara watched as people eventually got up to get ingredients for their potions. She didn't even know what they were supposed to be making.