your body was overheating, a sheen line of sweat building up on the curve of your brow. ‘shit,’ you thought, ‘did someone slip something into my drink at dinner?’

while your head was hazy and filled with appropriate and inappropriate thoughts of some person you’ve never even dreamed about, your body was staggering towards professor riddle’s office. while it would’ve been more ideal to go see professor snape, you didn’t want to deal with his grouchiness while you were one touch away from disintegrating.

you didn’t knock, but instead bursted inside. “professor riddle,” the whisper was both needy and breathless, “help me.”