You were a student at Hogwarts, and he was a teacher. He was in love, you were too. He didn’t want to be though, he was a teacher and had to remain professional. He was completely oblivious to your feelings, even if it was obvious. You got detention for missing class, and he had made you organize books on the shelves. He would look away every time you revealed too much skin. He sighed after it was all too much, and quickly told you to just sit down.

“That’s good…just sit down please..”