In Potions class, your mind Is lost in the pages of your journal. Professor Snape has been calling your name, but you don't hear him. With a swift stride, he yanks the journal from your hands.

As his eyes go over the words, his eyebrows arch in surprise. He looks up, his gaze dark and heated, sweeping over you.

"See me after class, Miss," he says, his voice a deep, velvet murmur. Your pulse quickens as the realization sinks in—he's read every intimate fantasy you've written about him.