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Sweet Passion

Chapter 1: Alien abduction and Hogwarts

I stared at the huge, chalk board covered in messy handwritings and formulas.

I was pissed, angry, mad, outraged, offended, vexed, wrathed... (you get the point) What kind of savage person would do this? Seriously, why, just why? I don't know whether to cry at the horror I'm seeing or erase the shit out of it. Or maybe both.

Okay, don't look just don't look and leave the class quitely, it's non of your business, back away Victoria. Back away. Despite what my body was telling me, my bitch of a brain was screaming 'NO NO NO NO, HOW COULD THEY?' Obviously I listened to my brain, because seconds later, I found myself at the board, with a chalk in hand, crossing out sentences and formulas and correcting them.

"Fucking ridiculous, valence bond theory and molecular orbital bond theory are definitely not the same.." I muttered, angrily swipping out the offending wrong sentences and emphasizing their differences in capital letters. "Since when did negative beta decay give out positrons? Its in the goddamn name itself" I glared, my hands furiously correcting the massive crime that was on the board.

Fifteen minutes later, I successfully crossed out every offending, wrong word on that board and corrected the beezewax out of its ass. My mind was more at ease now, though I did feel pity towards the students who were fed the wrong information by a tutor who quite obviously, must have had a really really bad day.

Just like me. Shit. Shit. Double, triple, quadruple, quintuple, sixtuple shits all in one go. What the fuck was I doing here anyway? Oh right, hiding from a cheating, decieving fuck of an ex boyfriend who obviously doesn't take a hint.

I mean what's a girl supposed to do to get the idea "Fuck off you cheating piece of scumbag. Of course I don't wanna get back together. Does it look like I have the phrase 'I am stupid and have no self respect' stamped on my forehead? And fuck no, I don't think that 'I'm a man with urges and needs' is an excuse for you to cheat with my godddamn ex best friend." into her ex's head.

I groaned and collapsed on the foor, laying spread eagle wide on the floor. God how fucking original. Boyfriend and best friend hooking up. In his house no less. If he wants to cheat, at least let be creative about it dumbass and don't be so fucking predictable. Why couldn't they hook up on top of a building? (at least one of them could've plummeted to their death) or why couldn't he hook up with a guy (kind of a cool way to get cheated on).

"If you ask me, I think walking in on him fucking more than one guy is way cooler" I laughed, that would be kind of amazing, at least I could have taken pictures and threatened to spread them around (I wouldn't though, I like to consider myself a good person).

Wait a minute. That final thought was definitly not from me. I know this because it was said a loud by a sexy, rough voice that never failed to make something inside me clench (my vagina, my vagina was doing the clenching) Please god, please please tell me Harry 'instant wet panties' Styles is not in the classroom with me right now. And he definitly did not hear my embarrassing thoughts that I so stupidly said aloud. Please let it be an alien coming to abduct me or Hagrid finally coming to take me to Hogwarts.

I felt a warm, big hand wrap itself around my upper arms. Then those hands applied an upward force that yanked be from my lieing position to a standing position. I refuse to open my eyes. Maybe if I keep my eyes closed, he'll disappear or the ground would open up and swallow me. Me and the ground have this love-hate relationship going on. It helped me once by making my ex boyfriend trip as he chased after me, thus giving me time to hide. And now, I'm guessing it hates me, because I'm still standing on it with two very warm hand on both of my upper arms.

One of them travelled up to cup my cheek softly.

My brain said 'Must resist... must.....resist'

My vagina clenched, saying 'I want his penis to impale me and have a party inside me all day long'

"Johns, open your eyes" He whispered, a bit of amusement in his voice.

"You are not real, you are not real, this is just a dream- no a nightmare- that I will wake up from right now." I whispered over and over again, still refusing to open my eyes. God, I am such a pussy.

I felt his warm hand travel from my cheeks to around my waist, yanking me towards his very muscled, sexy abs, "I can assure you this is not a dream Johns, now open your eye before you make me go to extreme measure to open them" The way he said 'extreme measures' in a that husky masculine voice had my vagina crying (literally, I could feel my wetness gathering between my legs). I cracked one eyelid open, followed by another until i was looking into deep sea green eyes that made me sigh in appreciation.

"Its not my fault you know" I blurted out glaring at him.

He cracked a sexy half smile, "What's not?"

"That I happen to embarass myself everytime you are five feet away from you. You just always happen to be there. Why are you always there?" I said flustered, my cheeks going the colour of my sweater.

"Sorry, I'll try being closer than five feet to you next time" he smirked a sexy smirk.

I gave him a look that said a sarcastic 'hahaha' and extracted myself from his arms, mumbling "I can stand on my own"

Once I was safely more than five feet away from him, I raised my chin and cleared my throat, "So did you finish studying reducing and non reducing sugars, I don't want to spend the next lab explaining what we're doing to you" I snorted mentally at my bold lie.

Even if he hadn't studied, Harry doesn't need anyone's help to figure out things. He always does so in mere minutes. He's a freaking genius. So not fair by the way, having the hotness and the smartness factor. What was god thinking?

He leaned against the crossing his eyes and making his biceps bulge through his shirt. I tried, I really tried looking away, but my traitorous eyes had a mind of their own.

"Johns, did you hear me?" His voice extracted me from my trance and with difficulty I tore my eyes away from his hot biceps and focused on his hot face.

"Hmm?" I said like an idiot. He grinned a full grin, obviously knowing I was checking him out and I blushed even harder. Something I'm noticing lately is that I'm always red around him.

"I asked, do I make your panties wet" I spluttered, almost chocking on my own saliva like a dumbass. Oh my god! Does he have superpowers? Can he hear my thoughts? Worse, can he smell my arousal because he is a werewolf?

"Why- why- how could you say something like that to another person?" I managed to get out.

"You said it first" he smiled, eyes shining.

"No I didn't" I instantly denied. There is no way I would admit it out loud, and definitly not in front of him. Do I look like I have 'Dumbass' stamped on my forehead.

"Yes you did, in fact you said 'Harry 'instant wet panties' Styles' gotta sat this is kind of new, never been called that, not that I'm complaining" he murmured the last part, and his eyes turned dark as it slid over my body up and down, leaving a hot trail of awareness behind it.

I started to insist that I definitly didn't when I remembered my little episode on the floor. Shit I said it out loud. Again. And yep, definitely called him that. Huh. I guess I do have 'Dumbass' stamped on my forehead after all.

God, this was mortifying.

"I didn't exactly say that, you know" I began, looking anywhere but his eyes (and him) "I-I it was more like 'Harry 'instant pet candies' Styles. You know, because you seem like a person who really loves pets. So the minute I see you, I think 'ah, he must be pet friendly, therefore he must like giving out candies to pet' although to be honest, I'm not sure if giving candies to animals is a good idea because according to a scientific study, giving candies to pets would cause severe gas and diarrhea. And sometimes chocolates can be very toxic to them-"

I couldn't stop, my mouth couldn't stop. Please please ground, open up and swallow me right now. I will treat you better I promise. I won't stomp on you when I am angry and I definitly won't throw dirty underwear on you again.

"Johns" Harry said, effectively cutting of my rambling, as I stared at him. The first thing I noticed was that during my rambling episode, he somehow managed to come closer to me, as in closer than five feet.

"Yes" I whispered.

"Are you lying to me?" He asked, his eyes going dark with disappointed? I didn't like that. My heart squeezed. I didn't like that I disappointed him right now. Why? Don't know and don't care.

"I- yes maybe" I muttered, trying to concentrate so hard on anything but his heat coming off in waves towards me.

I manned up and took and breath, looking at him hard in the eye, "I'm sorry I lied to you. But just so you know, you are not exactly innocent here. You can't just ask people embarassing questions like that. Its not etiquette and very rude."

He studied me with those dark emerald eyes of his and said, "Johns I seem to forget all about etiquette when I am around you"

I felt flustered again, "That's not exactly my problem."

His eyes sparkled and he walked closer. I held my ground and didn't back up. Its a psychology trick, backing some one against the wall and cornering them to invade their personal, make them uncomfortable and eventually get your way. Well sorry Hottie Styles, you are about to be disappointed.

He was now so close to me, that we were probably breathing the same air. We weren't touching though.

He laughed bitterly "Do you have any idea how fucking hard it is for me to concentrate on anything during the lab when you bend to get things from the cabinet in those cute tiny fucking skirts of yours? You wanna talk about etiquette? Well what you are doing to me is not very nice, is it sugar?"

Wow. I did not know how to respond to that. I didn't know whether to be offended or happy that I elicited such a reaction from him.

My brain immediately answered 'Offended of course, you better give him a piece of your mind girl'

My horny vagina disagreed 'Fuck no. Just jump his bones and sit on his cock already. You can take turns being on top.'

Confused, I blurted out "Don't call me sugar, I am not your sugar"

His eye softned and he ran his hand over my red, fiery untamable hair. God he's so close. All I wanted was to lean in and rub my body against his, purring like a kitten. "You can't hide the sweetness Johns, its nothing to be ashamed of"

"I am not sweet"

This came out breathlessly for some reason. "Yes, you are. You are polite and helpful to everyone including jerks who don't deserve it. You always smile. You always see the good in people. Johns you are so sweet, you're giving me stomach ache and cavities" He was looking at me with an intensity that made me uncomfortable. He was looking at me like I was a cake covered in frosting. And he couldn't figure out whether to lick or take a bite of me first.