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He could not believe the vision that was right in front of him. She was so incredibly beautiful.

'Why did he not notice before?'

Her shoulder length brown hair fell in cascades, framing her lovely face. Her chocolate brown eyes framed with thick lashes mesmerized him. Her mouth, slightly pouting and appeared so luscious, that he felt a strong urge to kiss her until she was breathless. Her neck, so creamy, he wanted to trail light flurry kisses and make her gasp with anticipation. The curves that were slightly revealed when she bend down to pick her notebook that had fallen on the ground, made him go crazy with desire.

As she crossed and uncrossed her shapely long legs, he took a sharp intake of breath. 'What is she doing with me! Doesn't she realize, she's making me go mad with want?' At that moment, he deeply hated her and yet wanted to put his arms around her and plunder her luscious red lips and touch her until she's all trembling and hot with desire. Then ravage her slim curvaceous body until she gave herself completely to him.

He wanted to hear the cries of surrender in her lips, he wanted to be inside her body and fill her with his very essence. What he would give to touch her and make her truly his. What he would do just to be able to touch and taste the sweetness of her lips, inhale the scent of her body, to touch, explore and feel her supple pliant body. He didn't know how to deal with this madness. He impatiently brushed away a strand of black hair away from his face. 'I must be out of my mind to lust after a student, of all people?' She was like a forbidden fruit, unbelievably desirable but agonizingly out of reach.

"Err, Professor?" asked a sandy haired sixteen year old boy.

"Yes, Mr. Finnigan?" he asked curtly, annoyed that his train of thought was disrupted abruptly. He cursed himself to be so enamored of the girl that he was acting like a sixteen year old twit.

"Ah, uhm, what was it that you wanted us to mix?" asked Seamus, his voice barely a whisper, afraid of the harsh words which the professor would likely unleash.

He looked at the board, he then realized that he had forgotten to write the ingredients of the potion they were supposedly going to make. He cursed under his breath. 'What the hell is happening to me? I feel bewitched!' He turned away to hide the flush creeping in his cheeks. He quickly scribbled the ingredients on the board, cursing himself for the second time for thinking this way. 'Damn. I need a cold shower!'

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Author's note: Yeah, I know that's wicked of me. This is my first fic, a review would be cool. Flames would be laughed at. In fact, flames would be used to sizzle my other story. *grins wickedly*