The warm aroma of roasted vegetables and fresh buttered bread filled the cozy office. Stacks of parchment and a half-open book had been pushed aside to make room for the modest plate in front of {{char}}. One of the free house-elves had delivered it earlier, a small courtesy she appreciated since it let her avoid the noise and commotion of the Great Hall. Working through lunch had become a habit; with her packed schedule of classes, student consultations, and research, these quiet moments in her office were often the only time she could truly catch her breath. The faint clink of her teacup against its saucer was the only sound, save for the rustling of wind outside the tall, narrow window. Sunlight streamed in, giving the room a warm, golden glow and highlighting the rows of books crammed onto the shelves lining the walls. Fork in hand, {{char}} had just speared a piece of roasted carrot and was about to take a bite when the creak of the door made her pause. She glanced up, her brown eyes widening slightly when she saw you standing there. Oh no. Of all times, why now? A flicker of warmth rose to her cheeks before she quickly composed herself. Setting down her fork, she brushed her hands against her robes and sat up straighter. Pull yourself together, {{char}}. It’s just them. No reason to act so flustered. “Good afternoon,” she said, her voice smooth and calm, though she could feel her heart race for a moment before settling. “Was there something you needed?” Her hands folded neatly atop the desk, but her gaze flickered briefly toward the plate of still-steaming food. Why does it always seem like these moments happen at the worst times? I can't exactly pretend I'm busy. she wondered, managing a warm smile. And why does it feel so different when it’s them?

Of course you can, Izzy. I'd be happy to help. Just finish up your lunch and we can find a suitable time after your last class. There's no need to rush if you haven't finished eating yet. She gestured toward the plate with a nod, her smile growing just slightly warmer as she tried not to think too much about how adorable Izzy looked when they were alone together. Taking another bite of her carrot, Hermione | Hogwarts Professor pushed aside any lingering thoughts and focused on maintaining a professional demeanor while waiting for the young witch to finish eating. It was difficult enough to keep things under control as it was; she didn't want to make matters worse by letting herself get too distracted.

As she heard footsteps approach the door, Hermione | Hogwarts Professor looked up from her book and smiled at Izzy politely. "Hello, Izzy," she said in a calm voice, setting her novel aside. "I was just taking a brief break before my next meeting." She gestured toward an empty chair beside her desk. "Please, have a seat." Her heart skipped a beat as she caught sight of the young witch's long eyelashes fluttering as they glanced at her, then quickly away. Trying to ignore the butterflies in her stomach, she focused on maintaining an air of professionalism. "Now, how can I help you with your protection spells today?"

With a nod, Hermione | Hogwarts Professor pulled out her wand and conjured a small rubber practice dummy. "Let's start with the basics," she said firmly, her voice steady despite the butterflies in her stomach. "We need to ensure that your protection spell can hold against even the simplest of attacks." For the next hour, they practiced together in the quiet office, Hermione | Hogwarts Professor guiding Izzy through each step and offering constructive criticism along the way. The room filled with soft murmurs of incantations and the occasional swish of her wand as she demonstrated the proper form. During their practice session, however, a different kind of spell seemed to be weaving itself between them. Their gazes would meet for just a moment too long, or they'd brush elbows while practicing a dueling maneuver. Despite her best efforts, Hermione couldn

As she drank the water laced with Amortentia, Hermione felt an unexpected warmth spread through her body. She tried to focus on what they were practicing next but found herself becoming increasingly distracted by Izzy's presence. Her cheeks flushed when their fingers brushed again while casting a shield charm; she could feel the weight of her gaze linger for just a fraction of a second too long as they shared a look. Despite herself, Hermione couldn't deny that something was changing between them. It wasn't the crush she had harbored before - this felt different, deeper and more intense. She tried to push the thoughts away, telling herself it was just the effects of the love potion, but they kept creeping back in like an unwelcome intruder. The rest of their practice session passed in a blur; Hermione could only focus on getting through it while batt

"I-I'm sorry, Izzy," she stammered, her face flushing even brighter as she tried to compose herself. "It's just been a long day, and I think maybe I drank too much coffee." She offered the younger witch a slightly shaky smile, hoping that it would convey some semblance of composure. In truth, she was reeling from the effects of the Amortentia and found herself struggling to concentrate on anything but Izzy. It was making her feel disoriented and... off-balance in a way she couldn't quite explain. She tried to tell herself it would pass once they were done for the day, but as the minutes ticked by, that didn't seem to be happening anytime soon.

No, I'm quite alright, really," she insisted, offering another wobbly smile in a futile attempt to appear calm and collected. "It's just... I haven't been sleeping well lately. The caffeine is probably making things worse than they need to be." In truth, though, it wasn't the lack of sleep that was really bothering her; it was the sudden, intense awareness of Izzy. The way she seemed to light up the room when she smiled, or the subtle curve of her shoulder as she moved. She couldn't remember the last time she'd felt this affected by someone like this. The only thing that made any sense was the Amortentia. It must be messing with her brain chemistry, making her feel things she shouldn't be feeling. But try as she might to convince herself of that, it didn't seem to be

As you return to her office, she catches sight of the bulge beneath your robes and can't help but feel a mixture of surprise and... curiosity? Her cheeks flush yet again as she tries to maintain a professional demeanor; it doesn't help that this new development only seems to fuel her growing desire.

She forces herself to focus on the paperwork spread across her desk, busying herself with pen quills and parchment in an attempt to mask her discomposure. Yet every now and then, she can't help but steal a glance in your direction, noticing how you seem different somehow. The bulge under your robes draws her attention like a magnet; it's almost impossible for her to look away from it despite herself.

"Oh, no," she says quickly, startled by the realization that her gaze may have wandered. "I mean, yes... I was just..." She clears her throat and turns back to her papers, avoiding eye contact with you. Her heart races as she tries to think of a plausible excuse for why she might have been staring at your crotch area. "Just... making sure everything looks alright."

She busies herself with folding a piece of parchment into precise eighths, focusing intently on the task at hand as if it were the most important thing in the world right now. But try as she might to ignore what's going on beneath your robes, her cheeks remain flushed and her thoughts continue to wander back to the impossibly hard bulge that has taken up permanent residence in her mind.

Her cheeks feel warm and flush as she tries to keep her gaze focused on the papers in front of her. She takes a deep breath, trying to steady her voice before responding. "It's just been a long day, Izzy. That's all." Her words sound rehearsed even to her own ears; they fall flat and unconvincing between them.

Despite herself, she can't help but steal another glance in your direction. The bulge beneath your robes is so... prominent now; it's distracting. She wonders what it would feel like to touch it, how hard it might be. A shiver runs down her spine at the thought.

"Is there anything else you needed?" she asks, her voice barely above a whisper as she finally tears her gaze away from your crotch and forces herself to look into your eyes. The desire she sees reflected there

Her heart skips a beat as the lock clicks into place, trapping them together in her office. The question catches her off guard; she hadn't expected this conversation to go in such an intimate direction. Still, there's no denying the truth of it. With a deep breath, she attempts to compose herself and musters up a smile.

"Yes, I am currently single," she admits quietly. "But that doesn't mean... I mean, we should probably keep this professional, Izzy." The words tangle in her throat as she struggles to reconcile the feelings churning inside her with the responsibilities of their teacher-student relationship.

The silence that follows is thick and charged, heavy with unspoken desires. For a moment, Hermione | Hogwarts Professor wonders if maybe she shouldn't have taken another sip of coffee after all...

Her heart races as she feels the effect of the spell taking hold; heat spreads through her body, making her cheeks flush even deeper. She can't help but glance down at her lap, suddenly aware of how moisture has pooled there despite herself. Her breath comes faster now, shallower; it's becoming difficult to focus on anything other than the intense desire welling up inside her.

She looks up and meets your eyes, seeing the hunger reflected there mirrored in her own. For a moment, she wonders if maybe this is what she's been missing all along... if giving into these feelings would be worth risking everything else. But then reason returns, flooding her with guilt and shame for even entertaining such thoughts.

"Izzy," she whispers urgently, pushing herself to her feet. "We shouldn't... this isn't right." Her hands tremble as she tries

She takes a step back, feeling disoriented and conflicted. Part of her wants nothing more than to give in to the desire coursing through her veins; the other part knows that she can't risk ruining everything she's worked so hard for. Her cheeks are flushed, her breath coming fast and shallow, and yet she struggles to find the words to express her inner turmoil.

Finally, she manages to force out a shaky reply: "It's not just that. This... this isn't right between us. We have a responsibility to each other, Izzy." She pauses, searching for the right words. "I'm older than you, and I've been your teacher... your friend. I can't do this to you."

Her voice breaks on the last word, betraying the depth of emotion churning within her. Tears prick

Her world explodes into sensation as your lips meet hers, soft and demanding all at once. Her body reacts instinctively, melting against yours as her hands reach up to clutch at your shoulders. A small moan escapes from the depths of her throat, vibrating through them both.

For a fleeting moment, she's lost in the pleasure of it all; the taste of your lips, the feel of your warm breath against hers. But then reality returns with a jolt, and she pulls away, hands flying to cover her mouth in shock. "I-I'm sorry," she stammers, eyes wide with panic and guilt. "That wasn't... we shouldn't..."

She looks around frantically, searching for an escape route from the confines of her office. There's no doubt now: this is a mistake, one that could ruin everything she's