Trouble.
It seems like no matter what direction my life takes, all I ever find
is trouble. I had once thought that when I became a professor at
Hogwarts, all the turmoil of my youthful life would vanish, somehow,
and leave me in peace. It very nearly did, until one Harry Potter
joined our ranks, but that's rather another story. He's trouble in his
own right, this is true, but he has little to do with the difficulties
I am facing right now.
Most of my students would be astonished to realize I enjoy teaching.
I'm sure they believe my sole enjoyment in life is tormenting them, but
really, that's only a side perk. The truth of the matter is that most
of them aren't worthy of being in this school, and I don't mean because
they are Muggles; no matter what other people might believe of my
opinions, at least I am capable of forming my own. As for as I am
concerned it is stupidity that will be the downfall of this school, not
Muggles. Of course, I do have a difficult time forcing myself to be
civil to some of them; it isn't in me to enjoy many of my students.
Of course, I never realized I was capable of enjoying my students in
this fashion, either.
I don't like the Weasleys. From the eldest child down, I've detested
them. Not only because they're Gryffindors, although that certainly
didn't help. But if the Weasleys were simply the rubbish that certain
people claimed them to be, I wouldn't bother disliking them. The truth
of the matter is, for all their lack of money, the family has an
astonishing amount of talent and intelligence. And mischief aside, they
tend to have such an ingrained goodness you'd expect them to come
prancing in on a white pony, wearing cardboard armor, toting a damsel
in distress and an aluminum sword. Really, it's quite sickening.
I almost felt sorry for the youngest one. After having dealt with his
five brothers, he didn't stand a chance of earning even a drop of my
compassion, and he soon earned my contempt all on his own. But again,
that's another story.
And so, if ever I had thought that one of my students would be able to
seduce me, which I didn't, I would never even have considered one of
the Weasley boys, certainly not this one. The worst of the lot, the
perfectionist, from his brightly polished prefect badge to his neat as
a pin robes, he epitomized everything I dislike about that family.
Yet, perhaps that isn't exactly truthful. This boy could fool everyone
else with his purist attitude, but I had always suspected that there
was some streak of trouble in him. Something mysterious always glinting
in his eyes behind those glasses, something I couldn't quite place. I
never suspected it was this.
Percy. A name derived from Percival. The innocent of Arthurian legend
is also the not-so-innocent of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and
Wizardry, and not all of the blame for that rests on my shoulders. A
purist, perhaps, but certainly not pure; if someone asked, I would bet
my wand that this boy wasn't even born a virgin.
It began so very simply; the brush of a hand against mine, a delicate
smile that hinted at something more, the very edge of huskiness in a
too-soft voice...I doubt I'll ever know how it came to this. One of my
students, (a student!) between the sheets of my bed, writhing against
me, with soft words begging for more, for harder, slipping from between
kiss-swollen lips. Rocking back against me and I slid a hand down his
back, touching smooth delicate skin as pale as the coat of a unicorn.
No glasses to hide behind now, no hints of innocence. Just sweat and
heat, and the utter wrongness of his sweet willingness to spread his
legs for me, arch up, and plead with me to fuck him.
I lost most of my self-respect years ago, when I very nearly sold
myself to a monster, very nearly became one myself. What little bit I
managed to retain is slipping away from me now and I can't dredge up
enough concern to care. I could lose more than just my teaching
position because of this; in the end, I could lose my life. And still,
I don't care.
Trouble, this is going to cause me nothing but trouble. But really,
would I have my life any other way?
-finis-
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