Just One Forbidden Love: Ch 1

Disclamer: I do not own the charicters in Harry Potter nor do I want to make any kind of profit on them. This story is mearly for the enjoyment of its readers. JK Rowling owns all of the Harry Potter Books.
Stong Adult concepts and nudity.


His dark eyes bore into mine as I stood, mortified, in
the corner of the room. Had he seen everything? He twitched his lips as if to
speak, changed his mind, and remained silent. How did this happen? I try to
force myself to remember but I just can’t recall when this reality shoved it
smug foot through the door. Was it years ago when I had been accepted into the
school? Or not until friends suggested his class to me speaking so highly of
the professor I had only glimpsed walking the halls. Maybe it wasn’t until the
first day I set foot in his classroom.

I excelled so easily past the other students it was
alarming. This drew his eyes to me. The first time I gazed into those eyes I
thought I wouldn’t be able to look away. I felt as though I could jump in to
them and swim through the blackness of those pools. We made time soon after for
private tutoring sessions. Once a week I would journey to his living quarters
where his office was located to have my lesson. I remember walking up to that
door for the first time afraid that everyone around me could hear my heart
beating just as loud as I could. I knocked softly on the door and it opened
with no helping hand. I stepped forward into the dim lighting and I heard the
wooden door gently click behind me. Only as my eyes strained to adjust to the
new surroundings did I realize how curious I was about what lied on the other
side of the solid door now latched behind me. Mounted shelves lined the walls
filled with glass vials and containers only some of which I recognized the
contents of. The floor was stone and cold despite the dreary red colored rug
lain across it. A feeble looking chair sat in the corner of the room obviously
out of place. It gave me the feeling that it was brought here just for me.
Goose bumps creeping up my arms I turned quickly to the other side of the room.
A large mahogany looking desk sat by the wall with only an inkbottle, quill,
and a flickering lantern setting on it. I watched the fire for a moment before
it started to dance more intensely. I glace over to find the cause is my
professor’s appearance, his robes just coming to a rest at his sides. I look up to see the serious expression that occupied the wrinkles around his eyes and mouth most days. He looks at me and the word “Occlumency” came out in a silky tone as serious as his expression.

That was the first day I was challenged to strengthen
my mind. I sat in that old chair trying not to yield my thoughts, fears,
emotions, and memories to those black pools. Week after week he challenged me,
attempting to break me. And every week I bore more of my soul each time. Some
nights all I could see as I fought for sleep were his eyes. Sleepless nights
were full of dreams of drowning in black pools. And as he pushed farther into
my mind I found my days too were filled thoughts of diving into dark pools.

He must have sensed this. How could he not have known?
He was the only person, besides me, who knew my mind so well. Yet, I still
tried to hide the fact I was slowly becoming enthralled with him. I asked
questions in class just to hear his silky voice, almost daring him to say my
name and send those familiar shivers down my spine. My friends thought I was
losing my grip on reality, telling me more often than not I was staring into
space with a vacant expression in my eyes. I thought nothing of it until now.

The way my body responded to him now was a complete
betrayal. Not that the image hadn’t crossed my mind… once. While studying in
the library, or in class learning about muggles and those little faces in the
walls that make their things work. Maybe even as I twirled my pasta around my
plate in the Great Hall at dinner time. No, he couldn’t have seen the way I
pictured us in my mind. With my arms wrapped around his neck, my fingers woven
into the long dark hair draped to his neck. Or how his hand cupped the small of
my back as he bit down gently on my soft pink lip. Or how when his hands ran
down my stomach my body shivered with pleasure.

“Please tell me you didn’t see that.” I thought.
“Please please please.” I built up the courage to look at his face desperately
avoiding his eyes. The serious look still lingered there. He just looked back
at me, for what could have been forever, the silence slowly deafening me. When
the corner of his mouth flicked upward I let out a soft moan of despair. “He
saw!” I yelled in my head. “No, no, no!”

He hesitantly took and few steps toward me before
striding up to me so close I could feel his soft breath on my cheek. I was
stiff as though I had been stunned and couldn’t feel my finger tips. I tried
fiercely to move them with no avail. I had no choice but to stand there, frozen,
feeling his soft breath on my face. When he reached into his robes I felt my
eyes widen and flinched slightly as he raised his wand to eye level. His large
hand griped the base of it tightly as he placed the tip to his temple. Barley
loud enough for me to hear the word “memoriae” slipped though his lips.

If I had any time to wonder what he had cast it was
mere seconds because almost instantly the pools I have become so obsessed with
began to ripple. I was captivated immediately. It was as though a rope tied to
the center of my chest was tugging me toward them. A mixture of colors swam in
the blackness of my professors eyes. Red, bronze, and a milky cream pulled me
deeper into him until the image of a young women with chestnut colored hair
appeared. Her body was stripped of any clothing and her cream skin was
flawless. Long legs were attached to thick hips. Above were two strong hands
holding her around the middle. My eyes lingered on her plump round breasts,
nipples firm with anticipation, before moving to her face. Her soft lips a
beautiful pink and her eyes, a green I recognize.

My body jerked suddenly backwards tearing the rope sharply from my chest.
The picture in his eyes fades into their former black. Panicked by our closeness I ran as fast as
I could out the door with no master. My legs, with a mind of their own, moved
underneath me not stopping even as I hear my name being called down the hall
after me. “Autumn Wait!” With my mind racing I only stop when I enter and empty
corridor. I rest my back against the cool stone wall, sink to the floor, and
rest my head on my knees. My damp hair falls around me and I stare at its
chestnut color.
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I hope you enjoyed chapter one! Please comment and tell me what you think. Im sure it will encourage me to write more.

-Fox