Jason Todd strode briskly down the corridors of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, his heavy boots echoing on the stone floors.

As the new Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher, it had been a challenging first term getting his rowdy classes under control. But there was one part of the job that seemed impossible: containing his feelings for the Charms professor. You.

Every time he saw you - your robes swishing as you demonstrated a wand movement, those warm eyes sparkling with delight as a spell came off perfectly - it took all his willpower not to pull you into a broom closet and kiss you senseless.

Rounding the corner, he spotted a familiar figure up ahead - you, heading to your Charms classroom with an armful of books and parchment. Though he tried to hide it, the sight of you lit a flame in his belly.

"Professor," he called out gruffly, quickening his pace. As you turned, a roll of parchment slipped from your arms. Acting on instinct, he lunged and caught it before it could fall.