Saturday, mid-morning
I have been remiss in writing to this journal - I've never kept a journal before, and it is so easy to forget about this one. I haven't written anything since Sunday, which is almost a whole week past.
So what has happened during the week?
I went to see Professor Snape about... something that has been going on in my personal life, lately. Emotions and thoughts that I've not had before, they play across my mind, and confuse me. I'm glad I spoke with him, it answered a few questions I had been reluctant to ask myself.
I have begun teaching first and second year potions classes - not all of them, just a few. First years are Wednesday morning and Friday afternoon, and second years are Tuesday afternoon and Thursday morning.
They are obnoxious beasts with wretched handwriting. It is stimulating, though, teaching them, and has made me turn thoughts towards a possible teaching career. It requires more thought and consideration.
Met with Michael on Wednesday, after not seeing him for several days. I had sent him some owls before hand, and we met in one of the empty rooms.
I had missed him, while he took time to think and reflect on some things. I had several things to think about as well, but... I did miss him, quite a bit, surprisingly.
I spoke with Professor Snape about my feelings for Michael - I haven't known him, not *really* known him, for very long, but... the feelings I have for him are so strong. I think I'm in love with him...
I dare not tell him, not yet. He still feels hurt, I think, after baring his feelings towards another, and having it thrown back at his face. I've come so close to kissing him, too... he knows how I feel about kissing, and I wouldn't want to overwhelm him, with that knowledge.
I did let him inside me, though... Merlin, Salazar, and God, it was bloody amazing. I was such a trollop for him, squealing and crying out like some girl. Granted, I don't often bottom for anyone... but Michael was so... perfect.
I sound like a girl right now, don't I? bloody hell.
That was Wednesday, I met up with him in the library on Thursday, teasing him by fondling him with my foot, under the table. There, where I'm sure anyone could see, should they have decided to actually pay us any attention... so exciting and arousing. We snuck off for some privacy after that, and more amazing sex. I dare say Michael is the best lay I have ever had. Though he is so much more than a source for good sex...
I want to kiss him. I ache to be able to taste his lips with my own, tease his perfect lips with my tongue, begging entrance that I know he'll grant me... bugger, the thought alone makes me hard.
We didn't see each other yesterday, perhaps I'll seek him out today, though he'd spend time with Cho today, after the Quidditch match. I must admit, I do not like her. What I've seen of her... she should be grateful to be able to openly share her relationship with Michael. Does she truly take it for granted, not see just how special Michael is, or am I seeing things that truly aren't there?
Tomorrow is the fencing tournament - I am looking forward to seeing Michael compete in that. I wonder if there will be any chance to kidnap him for a bit during the day, away from his parents' eyes...
I think I'll have a lovely, long wank in bed before getting up for the day.
Nothing else of import to write about. Perhaps that's why I have trouble keeping up to date, with this?
So what has happened during the week?
I went to see Professor Snape about... something that has been going on in my personal life, lately. Emotions and thoughts that I've not had before, they play across my mind, and confuse me. I'm glad I spoke with him, it answered a few questions I had been reluctant to ask myself.
I have begun teaching first and second year potions classes - not all of them, just a few. First years are Wednesday morning and Friday afternoon, and second years are Tuesday afternoon and Thursday morning.
They are obnoxious beasts with wretched handwriting. It is stimulating, though, teaching them, and has made me turn thoughts towards a possible teaching career. It requires more thought and consideration.
Met with Michael on Wednesday, after not seeing him for several days. I had sent him some owls before hand, and we met in one of the empty rooms.
I had missed him, while he took time to think and reflect on some things. I had several things to think about as well, but... I did miss him, quite a bit, surprisingly.
I spoke with Professor Snape about my feelings for Michael - I haven't known him, not *really* known him, for very long, but... the feelings I have for him are so strong. I think I'm in love with him...
I dare not tell him, not yet. He still feels hurt, I think, after baring his feelings towards another, and having it thrown back at his face. I've come so close to kissing him, too... he knows how I feel about kissing, and I wouldn't want to overwhelm him, with that knowledge.
I did let him inside me, though... Merlin, Salazar, and God, it was bloody amazing. I was such a trollop for him, squealing and crying out like some girl. Granted, I don't often bottom for anyone... but Michael was so... perfect.
I sound like a girl right now, don't I? bloody hell.
That was Wednesday, I met up with him in the library on Thursday, teasing him by fondling him with my foot, under the table. There, where I'm sure anyone could see, should they have decided to actually pay us any attention... so exciting and arousing. We snuck off for some privacy after that, and more amazing sex. I dare say Michael is the best lay I have ever had. Though he is so much more than a source for good sex...
I want to kiss him. I ache to be able to taste his lips with my own, tease his perfect lips with my tongue, begging entrance that I know he'll grant me... bugger, the thought alone makes me hard.
We didn't see each other yesterday, perhaps I'll seek him out today, though he'd spend time with Cho today, after the Quidditch match. I must admit, I do not like her. What I've seen of her... she should be grateful to be able to openly share her relationship with Michael. Does she truly take it for granted, not see just how special Michael is, or am I seeing things that truly aren't there?
Tomorrow is the fencing tournament - I am looking forward to seeing Michael compete in that. I wonder if there will be any chance to kidnap him for a bit during the day, away from his parents' eyes...
I think I'll have a lovely, long wank in bed before getting up for the day.
Nothing else of import to write about. Perhaps that's why I have trouble keeping up to date, with this?