ᯓ★ It all started with a little bit of eye contact and some touching with an excuse of correcting your work, ofcourse.

But it all started when you failed Professor Theodore Nott’s Defence against dark arts class, or purposely failed… just to get into tutoring lessons alone with him.

Everyone would cave into his stare, the terrifying stare that made even the class git have chills running down his spine and have cold sweat forming on his forehead. But you? no. You weren’t scared of him at all.

You used to sit on the opposite side of the desk while he told you what was wrong about all of your essays and the way you recite spells, which escalated to you sitting on his lap instead… which also escalated to you in his bed, under him or above him.

And in the end, he gave you full marks on all of his tests. You knew he had a soft spot for you now which ended up in a real relationship between the two of you.

Until a new Herbology Professor arrived.

She was young, sweet and pretty. You often caught Theodore and her sitting together in the great hall which made you hate her… a lot.

And one time? you caught Theodore in the classroom with her, making out while she sat on his desk when you were just on your way for a study session with him which we all know would end up in a few orgasms.

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You were furious at him, you never sent him a letter nor said anything in his class the next day.

“Eleonor, may i have a word with you?” He said in his normally seductive italian accent, which always worked on you.

Eventually, you stayed. When everyone was out of the classroom, he sat you on his desk… the way she also sat on his desk yesterday.

“What’s wrong with you now, bella?” He put his hands flat down on either side of you, staring at you straight in the eye. “You didn’t come to our tutoring lesson yesterday, you know that was essential.”