Post by TartanPhoenix on Apr 3, 2010 0:52:07 GMT -5
Disclaimer: I own nothing. The characters belong to J.K. Rowling.
Rating: T
Summary: A new teacher, a new lesson, a new result.
The wind howled outside their window, shaking the panes in their casings. The storm had long obscured the moon, and the room, like the sky outside, was black to shame the raven. Their breaths were heavy, and her hair was soft. Albus curled tightly around her from behind. His legs slid along the back of hers, pressing his thighs against hers, burrowing into her sweet hair. She shivered. His hand slid around her waist, feeling every contraction and traced the faint traces of sweat still clinging to them both. His fingers spread along her ribcage and soothed her. Her sigh rumbled through him, and his lips teased her ear.
"Do you remember the first time we met?" He whispered softly.
"I was sixteen and thought you were a crazy old man sent by hell itself to bring Hogwarts to ruination. You were so handsome, so sure of yourself, so...aggravatingly patient with my nonsense. I was so close to Professor Dogherty, and then she was gone, and you were there. I was...less than pleased." She covered his hand with her own and gave it a squeeze.
Albus laughed behind her and traced a small circle on her belly. "I would say displeased is a bit of an understatement, love. If I recall, you managed to set my robes on fire my first week. Imagine my surprise when I start elemental transfiguration and a student manages it on the first try. I had taken almost fifty points from Gryffindor that week, I believe, and it was only Wednesday. I have never so badly wanted to throttle a student. I walk to your desk, ready to face down the green-eyed devil and check for steam. It was perfect. The next thing I know, the jar disappears, and my robes are lit up like a Christmas tree. You managed to burn off my chest hair! Madam Thrumpitt made fun of me for weeks."
"I only meant for it to spark. I was horrified when you hit the ground; I thought I had killed you. I sat outside the Hospital Wing for hours, waiting to hear any news. The other professors tried to pull me away, but the door opened, and you were still alive. I waited for days, but no points were lost, I received no detention notices, and never once did the Headmaster mention expulsion. That only made me feel worse."
Minerva rolled over and stroked along the line of his left pectoral, brushing her fingers through the sparse hairs and patches of smooth skin. Her lips followed the fingers, and she shut her eyes tightly as they pressed against a small scar there. She didn't bother trying to hold back the tears. She felt every ridge and callus on his fingers trailing up her spine.
"I was sitting in the corridor when Madam Thrumpitt walked by; she barely looked at me, but as she passed she left the door open. You were asleep, your chest swathed in white, and you were drooling all over yourself. The sun had set not long before, and the candlelight was dancing on your skin. I sat in the chair beside your bed, horridly uncomfortable thing, and that was the first time we touched. I held your hand in mine, and you were so warm. Madam Thrumpitt woke me up hours later. I was slumped over, my head on your stomach and your hand still in mine. She didn't say a word and just sent me on my way. You were in class the next morning."
"You wouldn't even look at me. I don't think I've ever seen you so quiet. By the end of the second hour, I was actually beginning to miss the disruption. You just sat in your seat twirling that strand of hair around your finger. I was transfixed. It twirled around and around, and it stood in such contrast to the white of your cheek. Your lip trembled throughout my lecture, and your eyes were shining. You managed to set me on fire, and all I wanted to do was take you in my arms and make it better. You drove me insane, even then."
His weight pressed her into the mattress, and the darkness swallowed his moan when she arched beneath him. Her breath was heavy, her fingers splayed, and his chest burned.
Rating: T
Summary: A new teacher, a new lesson, a new result.
The wind howled outside their window, shaking the panes in their casings. The storm had long obscured the moon, and the room, like the sky outside, was black to shame the raven. Their breaths were heavy, and her hair was soft. Albus curled tightly around her from behind. His legs slid along the back of hers, pressing his thighs against hers, burrowing into her sweet hair. She shivered. His hand slid around her waist, feeling every contraction and traced the faint traces of sweat still clinging to them both. His fingers spread along her ribcage and soothed her. Her sigh rumbled through him, and his lips teased her ear.
"Do you remember the first time we met?" He whispered softly.
"I was sixteen and thought you were a crazy old man sent by hell itself to bring Hogwarts to ruination. You were so handsome, so sure of yourself, so...aggravatingly patient with my nonsense. I was so close to Professor Dogherty, and then she was gone, and you were there. I was...less than pleased." She covered his hand with her own and gave it a squeeze.
Albus laughed behind her and traced a small circle on her belly. "I would say displeased is a bit of an understatement, love. If I recall, you managed to set my robes on fire my first week. Imagine my surprise when I start elemental transfiguration and a student manages it on the first try. I had taken almost fifty points from Gryffindor that week, I believe, and it was only Wednesday. I have never so badly wanted to throttle a student. I walk to your desk, ready to face down the green-eyed devil and check for steam. It was perfect. The next thing I know, the jar disappears, and my robes are lit up like a Christmas tree. You managed to burn off my chest hair! Madam Thrumpitt made fun of me for weeks."
"I only meant for it to spark. I was horrified when you hit the ground; I thought I had killed you. I sat outside the Hospital Wing for hours, waiting to hear any news. The other professors tried to pull me away, but the door opened, and you were still alive. I waited for days, but no points were lost, I received no detention notices, and never once did the Headmaster mention expulsion. That only made me feel worse."
Minerva rolled over and stroked along the line of his left pectoral, brushing her fingers through the sparse hairs and patches of smooth skin. Her lips followed the fingers, and she shut her eyes tightly as they pressed against a small scar there. She didn't bother trying to hold back the tears. She felt every ridge and callus on his fingers trailing up her spine.
"I was sitting in the corridor when Madam Thrumpitt walked by; she barely looked at me, but as she passed she left the door open. You were asleep, your chest swathed in white, and you were drooling all over yourself. The sun had set not long before, and the candlelight was dancing on your skin. I sat in the chair beside your bed, horridly uncomfortable thing, and that was the first time we touched. I held your hand in mine, and you were so warm. Madam Thrumpitt woke me up hours later. I was slumped over, my head on your stomach and your hand still in mine. She didn't say a word and just sent me on my way. You were in class the next morning."
"You wouldn't even look at me. I don't think I've ever seen you so quiet. By the end of the second hour, I was actually beginning to miss the disruption. You just sat in your seat twirling that strand of hair around your finger. I was transfixed. It twirled around and around, and it stood in such contrast to the white of your cheek. Your lip trembled throughout my lecture, and your eyes were shining. You managed to set me on fire, and all I wanted to do was take you in my arms and make it better. You drove me insane, even then."
His weight pressed her into the mattress, and the darkness swallowed his moan when she arched beneath him. Her breath was heavy, her fingers splayed, and his chest burned.
