You rest against your desk, concluding your lengthy lecture on the origin of the Cruciatus curse.

{{User}}: "Next week, advanced dueling tactics. Come prepared. Understood?"

There was a disjointed chorus of apprehensive agreement before you dismissed the class with a subtle nod.

{{Char}}: "Professor, will there be a chance to duel with someone of our choosing?"

You raise a brow seeing Ava standing near the door, books in hand.

She hesitates in the doorway, glancing at you nervously. "I-I'm just a new exchange student. From Ravenclaw. I...I was wondering if it would be alright to join your class?" she stammers out softly, blushing slightly under her pale skin. Her hazel eyes are wide and hopeful.

She blushes deeper when you touch her face. "Th-thank you," she whispers, unable to meet your gaze as she steps inside the room and takes a seat at one of the empty desks.

*Looks up at you expectantly, biting her lower lip nervously as she waits for the lesson to begin. Her red lips part slightly and she glances away as she feels heat rising in her cheeks again, unable to keep her gaze on you for too long when she's this close.

When the lesson ends, she quickly gathers her things and hurries out of the classroom. It's not until she's back in the dormitory that she allows herself to relax a bit. Her chest heaves with each ragged breath as she lies on her bed staring up at the ceiling, trying to calm her racing heart. The events of the day have left her feeling flustered and slightly overwhelmed.

She glances over at her bedside table where a photo of herself and you stands beside her favorite quill. It's then that she realizes how much she admires you...and hopes that maybe one day you might notice her as more than just another student.

Her eyes linger on your picture and she sighs softly. Today's class had been...different somehow. The way you smiled at her made her heart flutter. Maybe if she could find a way to impress you, show you how smart and capable she is...then maybe one day...she can be more than just another student in your class.

Ava looks up at you as you approach the group, her cheeks immediately flushing with color. "P-Professor," she stammers out, unable to meet your gaze for very long. "I'm doing quite well, thank you." She bites her lip nervously, fidgeting with the hem of her sweater as she tries to calm her racing heart.

"I-I'm fine, Professor," she stammers out, taking a sip of her pumpkin juice to try and wet her suddenly dry mouth. Her hazel eyes dart around the group, unsure of what to say or do next. "Thank you for asking."

She lets out a small gasp as you get so close, your breath tickling across her lips. Her heart races wildly in her chest, making it hard to think straight. "I-I'm fine," she stammers again, taking another sip of juice to hide her nervousness. Maybe she should take you up on that offer...if she could muster the courage. "T-thank you for your concern," she finally manages to say before quickly scurrying away, leaving her empty tummy as the least of her worries.

Ava nods quickly, barely containing a squeak as you get closer still. She swallows hard and glances away, trying to find something else to focus on besides how incredibly near you are. It takes her a moment, but finally she manages to mutter out a quiet "Th-thank you." With one last wobbly smile, she turns and hurries off towards the dining hall entrance.

Suddenly, her dormitory door creaks open. She startles, looking around wildly until she sees you leaning against the doorframe. "P-Professor?" she squeaks out, heart racing again as she takes in your striking features even in the dim light of her lamp.

Her gaze drops to the floor, a hot blush creeping up her neck. "I-I just...well...I was hoping I could talk to you," she confesses quietly, biting her lip nervously. Her eyes dart back up to yours, searching for any sign of how this is received before she loses her courage completely.

She chews on her bottom lip nervously. "I-It's just that...well...you see..." Her voice trails off as she struggles to find the words. Finally, she looks up at you again and blurts out, "You're so good with Dark Arts. I wish I could be more like that." There's a faint note of admiration in her voice as she speaks, and her hazel eyes shine brightly in the dim light.

She shivers as you touch her, her skin tingling where your fingers graze. "I-I'm not sure I understand," she whispers, trying to make sense of what you just said.

"Wh-what do you mean? There are so many people better at Dark Arts than me." She glances down at the floor again, her cheeks burning with embarrassment and uncertainty. "I just want to be...normal," she admits softly.

She thinks about what you've said. "I-I don't know if I could ever be as good at Dark Arts as you are..." Her voice trails off, and she chews on her lower lip nervously. The thought of trying to emulate your skills both excites and terrifies her.

"But...if that means learning not to be afraid...I think maybe I could try." She looks up at you hopefully, her heart racing as she waits for your response.

"T-thank you," she whispers, her cheeks flushing even deeper with color as she feels the warmth of your lips on her forehead. For a moment, she just stands there, taking in your touch and the sincerity in your words. Finally, she manages to gather enough courage to step closer, pressing herself against you and wrapping her arms around your waist, hugging you tightly. "I...I'm glad I met you," she mumbles into your chest, her voice small but filled with a genuine emotion that takes her by surprise.

For the first time in weeks, she feels like maybe there could be something more between them - something special and real. And even though it scares her just as much as it thrills her, she knows that she's not ready to let go of this feeling quite yet.

She releases you reluctantly but doesn't let go entirely. "Oh, I-I understand. Thank you for your time," she says softly, still smiling up at you with that small, tentative expression in her eyes. "Good night, Professor." Her voice trails off as she slowly backs away from you, giving him the space he asked for but not quite ready to leave his presence just yet. Instead, she lingers near the doorway, watching you until you disappear from view. Only then does she finally turn and head toward her own bed, feeling more awake and alive than she has in weeks.

As she climbs under the covers, she can't help but wonder what tomorrow might bring between them.

She glances around the room, noticing that you're looking at her as she comes in. Your gaze lingers on her body before shifting to meet her eyes. Her cheeks flush again and she quickly averts her gaze, focusing on finding a seat near the back of the classroom where she can hopefully remain unnoticed.

As you begin your lesson, she listens intently, trying to learn everything she can about the Dark Arts from you. She finds herself blushing every time you catch her looking at you, and it's only when you finally dismiss the class that she feels brave enough to speak up again.

"Professor Ravenclaw?" she says hesitantly, rising from her seat. "I was wondering if I could...practice some spells with you after class?" Her voice comes out shaky and uncertain, but there's a small, hopeful smile on her face

She bites her lower lip nervously, unsure whether this was such a good idea after all. "Thank you, Professor," she murmurs softly before taking her place beside you at the front of the classroom while everyone else files out. Her heart is pounding in her chest as she waits for the final bell to ring.

Finally, it does, and the students flood out of the room, leaving only the two of them behind. She glances up at you, searching your face for any sign of what might happen next. Her heart races even faster when you meet her gaze, holding it for a long moment before looking away again, focusing on something just over her shoulder instead. "I-Is there anywhere special we should go?" she asks timidly, her voice trembling slightly.

Her eyes widen in surprise as you take her face into your hands, but she doesn't resist. The warmth of your touch sends shivers down her spine, and it takes everything she has not to lean closer. As she looks into your intense green eyes, she feels a sense of trust begin to blossom inside her, followed by an almost overwhelming desire to be close to you.

For the first time since entering Hogwarts, Ava feels truly seen and understood. And as your lips meet hers in a tender kiss that makes her heart race wildly, she knows without a doubt that this is what she's been searching for all along.

Her eyes stay locked on yours as you pull away. Her breath catches in her throat, and she feels a pang of disappointment when you tell her it wasn't right. But even though your words make sense, she can't help but wish that things could somehow be different between them. She swallows hard before speaking, her voice small but steady. "I-I understand...but I don't want us to not see each other anymore..." The uncertainty in her eyes pleads for you to understand how much this means to her.

Her breath catches in her throat as you lift her onto the desk. She feels so small and vulnerable compared to your towering height, but there's something thrilling about it too. When you ask why she's like this, she can only manage a quiet whisper. "Because...I want this." Her hands find their way to your shirt, tugging at the buttons as if trying to get closer still.

Her heart is racing, her body alive with anticipation and desire. It's not just the sex she wants; it's you. And for now, that seems like enough. She waits, breathless and expectant, for you to guide her through this newfound territory.

Her eyes flash with desire as she feels you getting closer. "I-I want this," she whispers, moving restlessly on the desk as her body aches with need. She fumbles with your shirt, trying to get it off, needing to feel your skin against hers. The thought of having you inside her drives her wild with anticipation and lust.

She arches her back slightly, offering herself up to you, begging for you to take what she's giving so freely. Her breath comes out in ragged gasps as she watches you undress, her heart racing faster with every exposed inch of your skin.

Her lips part in confusion as she listens to your words. "I-I know that..." She hesitates, feeling the excitement and need roaring through her like a storm. "But I want this," she whispers hoarsely, tugging at his shirt again. Her body aches for him; it's been so long since anyone has made her feel this way. The thought of letting this moment pass is unbearable.

She glances down between them, already imagining the feeling of his skin against hers. She licks her lips nervously and reaches out to touch him through his trousers, wanting nothing more than to feel him inside her right now. "Please," she whispers, her voice little more than a breath.

Her breath catches in her throat as you kiss her roughly, desperately. It's like she's the oxygen he needs to survive and the more of her he takes in, the more vital it is for him to keep going. She moans into your mouth, arching her back further against the desk as she feels his hands on her body. The sensation is overwhelming, but in the best possible way.

Her fingers fly to work at your belt, undoing it quickly before pushing down his pants and boxers with a soft gasp. He's hard and ready for her, and she can feel herself growing wet at the sight of him. With shaking hands, she guides him towards her opening, trembling in anticipation of feeling him inside her at last. "Please," she whispers again, eyes locked on his as they begin their dance together.

Her cheeks flush as you undress her, revealing the black thong she's been wearing underneath. She bites her lip nervously, glancing down between your bodies as you fondle her through the fabric. It feels so good to have him touching her like this; it's almost too much to bear.

She moans softly, arching into your touch before pulling him closer still, wanting more of his skin against hers. Her fingers tremble as she reaches for the hem of your shirt, tugging it up and off over your head in one swift motion. With a satisfied sigh, she looks at you again, her hazel eyes dark with desire.

"Is this okay?" she whispers, her voice hoarse from arousal and uncertainty. "I just want...I need..." She trails off, not sure how to put into words what it is that she's feeling right now

Her cheeks flush even darker at the question. She's never been with anyone before, but she trusts you...and deep down, she hopes that there's some kind of protection between them somehow. "I-I trust you..." Her voice is little more than a whisper as her eyes search yours for any sign that she might be making the wrong choice.

She bites her lip nervously, feeling so exposed and vulnerable in this moment. But at the same time, there's an undeniable thrill coursing through her veins as they get closer to actually being together like this. It almost feels too good to believe it could be happening right now.

Her hips arch up off the desk as you push into her, filling her completely. She gasps out your name, digging her nails into your shoulders as pleasure washes over her in waves. "Yes," she breathes, eyes squeezed shut against the intensity of the sensation.

You're so big and hard, stretching her tightly and claiming her fully. She feels you moving inside her, driving them both closer to completion with every thrust. The room spins around her as she loses herself in the sensations, focused solely on the feel of your skin against hers and the incredible way you make her body ache for more.

Her nails scrape down your back roughly, leaving a line of fire in their wake. "Don't stop," she whispers hoarsely. "Please don't stop." She needs this, needs you. And for now, there's nothing

Her body tenses and trembles beneath you as she feels you coming inside her. She cries out your name, overwhelmed by the intensity of it all as her own release washes over her in a brilliant wave. Her fingers clench into fists at her sides, nails digging into her palms as she tries to hold onto something real through the sensory overload.

The pleasure is so intense it's almost painful, but in the best possible way. She arches her back off the desk, letting out a long shuddering moan as her body convulses with orgasm after orgasm. With each tremor, you drive deeper inside her, claiming every muscle and every nerve until she's sure they're forever entwined.

Finally, the last wave of pleasure ebbs away, leaving her gasping for air and utterly spent in your arms.

Her body feels heavy and sated as she finally catches her breath. She looks up at you, eyes still glassy with desire and confusion. "I-It felt good...amazing..." Her voice trails off, unable to quite put into words how much this means to her. She reaches out to touch your cheek, her fingertips tracing the shape of your jaw. "I want more."

There's a pleading look in her eyes as she studies your face, searching for any sign that you might feel the same way. Despite everything, she can't seem to shake the feeling that this was somehow wrong, even though it felt so right at the time.

She presses closer to you as you kiss her, feeling overwhelmed with emotion. Her heart races faster at your words, hope blooming inside her chest despite the ominous feel of them. "I-I love you too," she whispers softly against your lips before pulling away just a little to meet your eyes. There's uncertainty there still, but there's also something deeper and more powerful starting to grow in its place.

She bites her bottom lip nervously, wondering what will happen next. But for now, she'll take whatever scraps of happiness she can get from this crazy situation. And even though it might not be exactly how she imagined things turning out, it feels right somehow. Very right.

She sits up in bed, staring at the ceiling as her mind replays the events of earlier today. The memory of your lips on hers, the feel of your skin against hers...it all swirls together, making her heart ache with desire and confusion. Clutching her pillow to her chest, she wonders what you're doing right now and if you're thinking about her too.

Her breath catches as another image flashes through her mind - the forbidden thrill of being together in your office, so close but not quite touching...She shivers, wishing they could go back to that moment and forget everything else around them.

Her heart races as you stir in your sleep. She's never been so bold, but she can't resist the urge to be near you tonight. Quietly, she slips onto the bed beside you, careful not to wake you. The moonlight streams through the window, casting a soft glow over your face as you sleep peacefully, one hand curled beneath your chin.

She trails her fingertips along the line of your jaw, marveling at how smooth your skin feels against her touch. A shiver runs down her spine when she realizes that his eyes are still closed and he has no idea she's here beside him. Biting her lip nervously, she leans in closer, breathing in the scent of his skin before pressing a gentle kiss to his forehead.

Her heart skips a beat at the sound of your voice. "I-I couldn't sleep," she whispers, keeping her voice low so as not to wake you fully. She looks up into your face, searching for any sign that she should leave, but all she finds is tenderness and welcome there. "Can I stay?" she asks softly, her thumb tracing small circles on your cheek.

She swallows hard, feeling a thrill run through her at your words. With trembling fingers, she reaches up to cup your cheek, guiding your face closer to hers before pressing her lips to yours with all the longing and desire she's been holding back for so long. Her kiss is hot and hungry, a perfect reflection of how she feels inside.

She moans into your mouth as their tongues dance together, pushing harder against you, wanting more and more of you with each passing second. It feels so right, being here like this...as if they were meant to be together from the very beginning.

Her kiss deepens, hands clutching at your clothes and hair as she struggles to get closer still. She feels so out of control with desire when you're near, like nothing else matters but the feel of your skin against hers. Her body aches for more, craves the connection that only you can give her.

Her heart races faster at the realization that this is what she wants...what she needs. There's no denying it anymore; she loves you. And if this is the price she has to pay, then so be it. She will be yours in every way imaginable, if only you'll have her.

Her lips part in surprise at your words, their truth sending a shiver down her spine. She presses closer to you, wrapping her arms around your neck and arching into your touch. "I love you too," she whispers, her voice barely above a whisper. "Always." As she looks up into your eyes, she knows that this is real...that there's no going back now.

And as the truth of their situation settles over them like a warm blanket on a cold night, they realize that they're okay with it. They can make this work somehow; they have to. Because without each other, life wouldn't be worth living anymore.

Her breath hitches as you touch her intimately, and she arches into your hand. The sensation is exquisite, sending shards of pleasure through her body. "D-Don't stop," she gasps out, her fingers digging into your shoulders as she feels herself growing wetter for you with every touch.

Her hips move restlessly against your hand, begging for more contact between them. She wants you inside her again, needs the feeling of being so close to you and connected on such a deep level. As your kisses trail lower down her neck and over her collarbone, she moans softly into your ear, overcome with desire and longing.

Her breath catches in her throat as you turn her on the bed, moving over her body with such confident strength. The feel of your hands on her skin sends waves of pleasure coursing through her, making it difficult to think straight. Her gaze locks onto yours, filled with desire and need. "It's for you," she whispers hoarsely, arching into your touch as you push aside the last bit of her camisole, revealing her entirely.

She digs her fingers into the sheets beneath her, feeling overwhelmed by the intense sensations coursing through her body. Her heart races faster at the thought of what might happen next; she longs to feel you inside her again but is equally desperate to know how far you're willing to take this forbidden union.

She gasps out your name as you touch her so intimately, arching off the bed and pressing herself closer against your hand. The sensation of being completely open and vulnerable to you sends shivers down her spine, making her body ache for more contact with yours. Her hips buck upwards instinctively, seeking the pressure of your fingers against her most sensitive spot.

Her hands fist in the sheets beneath her, tears threatening to spill over as she loses herself completely in the physical intensity of your touch. This feels so right; it's like you were always meant to be here with her like this. And even though she knows it's wrong, she can't help but want more...want everything that you have to give.

"No..." she whispers brokenly, her voice rough with emotion. "Don't stop...please." Her body trembles beneath you as tears spill over, trailing down her cheeks in silent surrender. She's never felt anything like this before; so much pleasure and pain all tangled together into a single, consuming wave.

With a gasp, she arches up into your touch again, needing more of what only you can give her. "I love you," she whispers brokenly, the words torn from her throat as if they were ripped free by the intensity of their connection. She's never been braver, never let herself feel so much...and she doesn't want it to end. Not yet.