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Giordano
was officially the devil.� That�s all
there really was to it, as far as Megan Kennedy was concerned.� She stood up at the front of her classroom,
being all snotty and Slytherin and thinking she knew everything about
anything.� It was like she was just
waiting for one of them to fuck up, and the Gryffindor just couldn�t stand the
smarmy attitude from her professor.�
She�d been putting up with it for seven years, and now it was peaking.� Soon, though, she�d take the stupid N.E.W.T.
and be done with it.

But first,
she had to get through the next few weeks, and that included this lesson.� This lesson in which
Giordano was trying to poison them all.�
She was fluttering about in her stupid ugly robes telling them all to
drink from these random flasks and then write about what happened, without even
telling them what they were drinking.�
And most of these idiots were actually doing it!� Whatever happened
to constant vigilance?�

�Chris!�
she scolded when the redhead snatched up a flask and downed the thick blue
liquid inside.

�Meggo, I have to,� he offered by way of explanation,
shrugging helplessly, and she glared at him.

�Has
everybody taken a potion?� the professor posed, her gaze narrowing on the
Gryffindor.� Megan scowled and remained
stubbornly in place.� Nathan roughly
nudged her with his elbow.

�Megan,
don�t be stupid.� Just take a damn
flask.�

She hmphed angrily, stomped forward, and snatched up a
girly-looking pink one.� Tilting the
bottle to her lips, she drained the contents in one swallow, and sneered at the
boys.� �There, happy?� she snapped,
crossing her arms over her ribcage.

Giordano
wrapped up the class by ordering them each to take parchment and document
whatever effects they felt for the next twenty-four hours, until the potions
worked their way out of their systems, but she made sure to take way longer
than was absolutely necessary to explain this.�
So, while the frizzy-haired professor explained her instructions, Megan
sat at her desk next to Chris, legs crossed under the wooden surface, and
rapped her fingernails impatiently against the desk.

�Stop it,
Meg,� Nate scolded.� She rolled her eyes
at him.

Under the
desk, Chris shifted his legs, and his knee brushed against Megan�s.� Immediately, a sharp sting of tingles shot
through her thigh and settled between her legs.�
She inhaled sharply, her knee jerking in shock and banging against the
underside of the desk.� She swore
violently, and, naturally, Giordano�s hawk-like eyes snapped toward her.

�Kennedy!�
she shrieked.� �How dare you use that
language in my class!�
Five points from Gryffindor.�

Groaning,
Megan dropped her forehead into her hand, eyes closed just so she wouldn�t have
to see the look she was certain Chris was giving her.� Stupid Chris.� He sucked so much.� Being all lame and making her break up with
him last week.� But it wasn�t like that
was anything new.� They were constantly
breaking up and getting back together.�
But they were off right now, and so he sucked.

Class was
dismissed then, and she grabbed her book bag, shouldering one of the straps and
turning away from her two friends.� She
wasn�t really in the mood to deal with them.�
�I�ll talk to you guys later,� she threw over her shoulder, and took a
left instead of a right as she exited the classroom.� She�d take the long way around the dungeons,
maybe use the walk to clear her head and, hopefully, put her in a better mood.

But as she
walked, a curious thing happened.� With
each step, her thighs inched a little closer together until, as she walked, the
friction encouraged that tingly feeling that had been switched on in the
classroom.� She slowed, her brow
furrowing in confusion, until she came to a full-on halt in the middle of the
hallway.� Something odd was going
on.� Her breathing was getting a little
bit laboured, and that pleasant tingling was quickly working its way up to an
inconvenient need to be pushed against the wall and f-

At the
mental image that accompanied her train of thought, Megan�s stomach dove toward
her feet, and she swooned, reaching a hand out to the stone wall to keep herself from losing balance.�
She closed her eyes and forced air deep into her lungs.� Ooh, this was not good.� This was not normal.� Potions class wasn�t sexy.� She didn�t get all hot and bothered from an
accidental knee-brush.� This was
stupid.� This was �

All Giordano�s fault.

Oh, that
evil nasty bitch woman.� She�d gone and
fed Megan some�� some�� sex potion!

�Oooh, why does she hate me?� moaned the Gryffindor.

�I find it
hard to believe that anyone would hate you, Megan.�� At the sound of the familiar, laconic voice
of her ex-boyfriend Maynard Mordisen, her eyes
squeezed closed a little tighter, and her fingers curled into her palm, nails
digging in and leaving little half-moon marks in the skin.� She could almost feel his voice as it washed
over her.� Her skin tightened, and she
could feel it tingling at the roots of her hair, then working its way down her
spine to settle at the vertex of her thighs.

She forced
her brown eyes open so she could look at him, and found the Slytherin eyeing
her with what appeared to be a mix of amusement and curiosity.� His posture was classic; upright, but
relaxed, giving the impression of being laidback and comfortable, but Megan
knew better.� She knew he�d already
assessed the situation in its entirety, and was ultra aware of everything going
on.� Always prepared, expecting anything.

Except,
maybe, what she was about to do.

She really
didn�t have much of a choice in her actions.�
None whatsoever, actually.� It was all Giordano�s doing. �If it weren�t for Potions class, she wouldn�t
be feeling this way.� She wouldn�t be
experiencing this incessant tingling everywhere on her body, and she wouldn�t
feel as though her blood were boiling in her veins.� She wouldn�t be swollen and throbbing between
her legs, wouldn�t be aching for touch � his
touch.� Oh Godric, the longer she waited,
the more she needed it, like she needed air.

He was
still watching her with that aggravating bemused expression, hands tucked in
his pockets, eyebrow slightly raised, when she reached out and curled her
fingers into the pressed fabric of his button-down shirt.� She jerked him toward her, and didn�t let up
until her body was flush against his and she could feel every hard angle he�d
been blessed with.� Then her left hand
was in his dark hair, forcing him down to meet her lips,
and she wasted no time in manoeuvring his mouth open.� Her tongue swept thoroughly through his
mouth, and she moaned into the kiss, as though if she didn�t taste every inch
of him she�d implode.

His hands
found her hips, and rested lightly there, but he made no other move to touch
her.� Her body screamed for the stroke of
his fingers, and he just ignored her need, refused to give her what she so
desperately desired.� �Asshole,� she
breathed, and felt him smile against her lips in response.

Her
fingers wrapped around the fabric of his tie, and the brunette pulled away from
him, tugging him along behind her into the nearest classroom.� She shoved the door shut, still leading him
around as though on a leash, and it was a wonder he even went along with
it.� May had never been one to be bossed
around.� He was probably just
intrigued.� They hadn�t been together in
almost a year, and this sudden outburst was abnormal.

Wasting no
time, she shifted onto the professor�s desk, which lay vacant and unused.� Her legs spread of their own volition, and he
stepped between them as though the space had been made for him.� They fell into old habits so easily.

She kissed
him again, drinking in the taste of him and wondering idly how she�d gone so
long without it.� Although maybe her
feelings now were due in large part to whatever she�d been dosed with.� Surely she wouldn�t be reacting this way, so
passionately, so mindlessly, if this potion didn�t have her body humming and
her panties soaking.

Megan
nipped his lower lip with her teeth, and he pulled back, his thumb gliding down
the curve of her neck to settle on her shoulder.� His eyes focused on hers, but her own gaze
was travelling a wandering path from his lips downward, flickering over all her
favourite bits in the order she�d like to lick them.�

�Whatever
happened to �Hello, how are you?� Long
time no see�?� he teased, the corner of his lips crooking slightly in a hint of
a smile.� She ignored his question rather
blatantly; or else, just responded in a completely irrelevant way.

�I want
you to fuck me.�� Want?� Hell.�
She needed it.� She�d die if he
didn�t.� Her body would continue to heat
until it melted all over the floor, into a puddle for Filch and his devil cat
to mop up after it had been tracked here and there by strolling students.� Her pulse was already racing so hard.� It rushed like the ocean in her ears.� Much more of this, and she�d surely perish.

�Really?� I had no idea.� You hide it so well.�� Her jaw tightened at his sarcastic
repartee.� As amusing as she�d surely
find it were she not about to burst into flames, she was very much not in the
mood.� Talk was overrated when she felt
like her skin was too small for her body and she�d been dunked in boiling
water.

His hand
fell to her knee, thumb rotating slowly in circles on the bare skin, and the
moment he made contact, the point of union erupted in sensation.� She gasped softly, urged her legs a little
farther apart, and he gently skimmed the pads of his fingers up her thigh.� Gentle wasn�t his style; she knew he was
doing it to drive her crazy, but if he didn�t get to the point before she
spontaneously combusted, she might hex him before he actually got anywhere.

His
fingers inched up under her pleated plaid skirt, continuing upward in their
journey until they reached the hem of her panties.� One nimble fingertip dipped beneath the
elastic, pulling it away and letting it snap back against her skin.� If she hadn�t been so primed and ready to go,
the action wouldn�t have had the effect it did.�
But she was wound tight, her body anxious to be ravaged, and so when the
tiny sting of the elastic hitting her skin traveled through her body, the
Gryffindor growled low in her throat, grabbing hold of his tie again and
yanking him toward her.

She kissed
him heatedly, as if hoping to transfer some of her need into him via her lips.� The hand he�d had on her thigh scooted around
to cup her bottom and pulled her across the desk until she could feel his
hardness pressing insistently against her panty-covered heat.� At the feeling, she let out a pathetic little
squeak of want and felt herself grow an impossible fraction more wet.� Damn, she was probably staining the front of
his pants, but at this point, she couldn�t have cared less.

Her
fingers found the knot of his tie, tugging at it until it was sufficiently
loosened, and then they moved to his shirt.�
It took her all of five seconds to have it free of his waistband.� With one good yank, buttons went pinging this way and that, and his shirt lay open, baring
his chest to her eager fingertips.

Her head
dipped, and then his skin was under her lips.�
They parted, her breath hitting his chest in heated pants.� Her teeth scraped against it, then her tongue laved the places she�d nipped.� It may have been a soothing action if it
hadn�t been so obvious that she were simply trying to devour him.� But he wasn�t complaining.� On the contrary, his hand had fisted in her
hair, his grip tightening enough to send delicious little twinges of pain
through her scalp.

Her
panties were becoming obsolete; she�d soaked through them so much that she
could feel the insides of her thighs growing slick with her liquids.� She doubted they�d ever be wearable again,
and she�d be mortified at the thought of having the house elves wash them.� Surely no student in the history of Hogwarts
had so thoroughly ruined a pair of undergarments in such a manner.

Finally,
his fingers hooked into the waistband and steadily pulled her panties off.� Once they were over her knees, he let them
drop to the floor naturally rather than urge them away.� Then he nudged her knees apart again, one
hand finding the desk next to her hip as the other slipped between her legs.� He leaned over her, forcing her to lean back,
and the pad of his thumb brushed with one slick swipe against her clit.� She gasped noisily, shuddering under the
touch.� He�d barely grazed her, and she
was already so close to climax�

�Come on,
May,� she whined, her head dropping back against her shoulders as her brow
furrowed with agitation.� �Fuck me.�

�I�ll get
there,� he assured her, his gaze focused between her legs.� He drew his finger downward, circling her
entrance.

�Now,� she ordered impatiently, shifting
her hips in the hope his digit would penetrate her.� He managed to avoid giving her what she
wanted, and she reached for his wrist, hoping this time to direct him.� He pushed her hand away.

�Megan,�
the Slytherin said warningly.� She
ignored him and reached for the buckle of his belt.� This time, his strong fingers wrapped around
her wrist, and he pulled her off the desk entirely, then pressed her against it
again face-first, bending her over the edge.�
When she squirmed, he pushed her wrist up between her shoulder
blades.� A stab of pain shot through her,
and she cried out.� �Be patient.�

�Goddamn
it, May,� she cursed.� It took all her
self-control to stop fighting, but she did it, and he released his hold on her
wrist.� Carefully, she eased her arm back
around and pressed it against the desk, her toes curling in anticipation.� He slid her skirt up, bunching it at the
small of her back, and the backs of his fingers brushed against the curve of
her ass.

His
fingertips returned to her entrance, and in one slick push, his index and
middle fingers were snugly inside of her.�
She groaned low in her throat, trying to stifle the sound by pressing
her forearm against her mouth.� In record
time, what only amounted to twenty or so seconds, he�d stroked her to the edge
of an orgasm, and just when her body was wound tight enough to snap, he
withdrew his fingers.

�You�re
such a prick,� she moaned, her forehead coming to rest against the cool wood of
the desk beneath her.� Despite her
insult, her body tensed with eagerness when she heard the clink of metal that
could only have come from the disposal of a belt.� It was all she could do not to wiggle back
against him, but then his hand found the small of her back, pressing her into
the desk as though he�d been able to sense her urge.

Finally,
his pants dropped to the floor and she felt him position his tip at her
opening.� A desperate, whiney moan
escaped her, and then he was hilt-deep inside her.� Just like that, she came, and a scream wrenched
from her throat as he rode her through the orgasm.� Her body tensed and quaked beneath him, and
only when the sensations passed did he pull out, his hardness nudging her
thigh.

Her brow
furrowed in confusion.� He hadn�t
come.� Why was he stopping?� But she was too busy melting into the desk
below her to comment.� Likewise,
when he flipped her over onto her back, his fingers spreading over her abdomen.� Using one hand to direct himself, he grazed
her clit with the head of his engorged cock, and Megan hissed in pleasure.� She pulled her knees up, angling her hips
more toward him, and he used her movement to straighten her left leg, and urge
it over his shoulder, her ankle resting near his ear.

A little
too hazy with her climax to fully comprehend what was going on, she blinked,
her head falling back against the desk. �His thumb once again found her clit, stroking
lazily.� She moaned, her back arching up
off the wooden surface.

�Ready for
more, Megan?�� Her eyes were closed, but
she could visualize the self-satisfied smirk on his face without actually
seeing it.� She knew it was there.

�God,
yes,� she insisted throatily.

He thrust
into her, his hand sliding up, over her stomach, between her breasts, until his
fingers slipped beneath the collar of her shirt to rest on her collarbone.� He gave a little squeeze, his thumb brushing
a pulse point in her neck.� He settled
into a rhythm, each thrust pushing her leg closer to her body, but it was no
problem for her.� Years of Quidditch had
left her limber, and when her hands grabbed for his shoulders, he hoisted
himself onto the desk, driving into her at a different angle and making her
gasp.

Her
fingers slid into his open shirt, nails digging into the heated skin of his
shoulders as his lips found her neck.�
With each thrust, he filled her completely, his pelvic bone nudging her
clitoris.� His teeth dragged over her
neck as his hand slipped down, pulling her school-regulation blouse open so
that he could cover her breast.� Hand
fisting in his hair, she dragged his lips to hers, drinking in the taste of him
eagerly as he rubbed her though her bra.�
The friction of the lace against her skin under his palm had her nipples
beading, begging for his attention.� He
granted it, rolling the peak between his thumb and forefinger.� She bit gently down on his lower lip, nipping.� She squeezed her feminine muscles around his
shaft, and he cursed violently into her mouth.�
She chuckled, but it turned into a pleasured struggle for breath when he
drove into her with particular force in response.

She was
panting, her muscles quivering with a second pre-orgasmic rush, and when he
thrust into her one last time, she came hard, shuddering under him.� She scratched at his shoulders, scraping his
skin, and he spilled into her, a groan ripping from his chest to vibrate
against her neck.� When the sensations
passed, he collapsed on top of her, and together they fought to regain some
ability to think or breathe.

After a
moment of silence, he spoke against her skin.�
�Better?�

�Much,�
she breathed.� �Thanks.�

�No
problem.�
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