Well, this sort of belongs to JK Rowling – and this is a repost, the last one got a few requests for better paragraphs, I didn't have them separated enough as it was my first posted fanfic and I had no idea that you had to do double spacing! Sorry! And Enjoy…

He came towards her and said he wanted a word. He pushed her gently towards the unused classroom and closed the door. She asked what he wanted to talk about but he didn't reply. Instead, he gently held her hand and kissed her on the cheek. She felt a light blush blemish her cheeks as he stared intently into her eyes. He moved forward again, but this time kissed her lips.

His light stubble scratched along her pale skin as his tongue darted into her mouth. She tried to stifle a moan but it didn't work. He pulled away and grinned at her. He needed her. She was so young, so innocent, and so perfect. He pulled her forward by her jumper and pulled it gently over her head. Her hair was messed up and he liked it. It would look so messy by the time this was over. He gazed into her eyes again.

There was fear there, of course, but it was blended with lust. She wanted him bad, and she was going to get him. He pulled off her polo shirt, revealing a black cotton bra. Her breasts were bigger than they looked. They were a handful, where as under her jumper they were like tiny bumps. He pulled off his own t-shirt and she stared at his chest, covered in black hairs.

She watched in awe as he pulled off his trousers, shoes and socks – leaving him in just his underpants. He smirked at her wide eyes and pulled off her ballet pumps. He gently took off her tights, revealing slim, yet muscled legs. He kneeled and unbuttoned her skirt. She was standing there, in her underwear.

He took her hands and placed them on the hem of his boxers. She tucked a finger inside them and teased them off. She gasped when he popped out, so big he was almost touching her face. She looked up at him and he grinned, giving her the answer to her silent question.

She knelt down and put her mouth around the tip of him. She timidly sucked, getting more and more confident. She didn't try and do anymore than that, as if she knew she couldn't do it yet. He cried out in pleasure and she sucked the cum from him. She looked up at him and he shrugged. She could either spit it out or swallow it. He wouldn't be offended either way. She swallowed it but seemed to find it OK. He pulled her up and took off her bra.

He caressed her nipple with his thumb and she moaned. He took one nipple into his mouth while she pushed her fingers through his hair. He bent down further and removed her black knickers. She blushed as he gazed at her. He sat down on the teacher's desk and motioned for her to come sit with him. She jumped up on the desk and gasped when he lifted her up and sat her on his knee. She knew what was going to happen.

He pulled her onto him and gently lowered her onto him. She screamed out with pain. Her eyes watered. But soon the burning sting was fading and he pushed himself in further. She gasped at every thrust.

He was not harsh yet he did not take it too easy on her. After about ten thrusts she felt the sudden inclination to pee. She looked up at him in alarm but he smiled. She realised that it was natural so she let herself deal with it. She didn't pee but tightened around him.

He gasped as she cried his name. This set him off so with a deep moan, he came inside of her. He lifted her off of him slowly and kissed her. They put their clothes on again and left.

They had come to an unspoken agreement. An agreement, which stated 'tomorrow, same time, same place.'