[Millie] A Whole New Meaning...

[dante.emlen.deluca]

A Whole New Meaning

...To Teacher's Pet!

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Tag;; Millie! ∙ Word Count;; 871 ∙ Photo Cred;; Google ∙ Notes;; Here we go![/center]

Professor Dante De Luca grinned at his class of seventh year Defense Against the Dark Arts students, feeling immensely proud of all of them. As this was his second year teaching at the school, he'd seen the lot of them struggle through their sixth year in his class. There were always a few who surprised him; after all, some really weren't as adept as the others, but they were very persistent. Dante could respect that, both as a professor and as a former student himself, which was a curious feeling for the younger wizard. Just another example of how he'd changed during his few years of travelling abroad; He'd grown up. Had he been a student, it was more than likely he'd have sneered at them behind their backs or said some rather insulting things. It was quite honestly something that he wouldn't have been able to completely comprehend, despite being a bright, young wizard himself. "Good. You've all successfully managed to cast your spells non-verbally. " He said, looking most of them in the eyes. It still sort of amused him how much the students actually focused completely on him when he spoke; He could never remember himself being that attentive. The loud sound of the bell going off signalled the end of his lesson, and he quickly rattled off that night's homework. It was busy work; they all knew it. But it simply had to be done. "Your assignment tonight, in addition to practicing them, is an essay on the important of non-verbal spells. " He did his best not to smirk at the nearly audible groan they all held in. "As always, I'm always here if you need additional help with anything. See you tomorrow."

The students left in a flurry of parchment and books, out the door as quickly as they possibly could be. Most were anxious for their lunch, he knew, though some just wanted to get away. It had been a rather challenging lesson, but they'd all been extremely successful in accomplishing the goal. Turning around and facing the chalkboard at the front of the room, Dante waved his wand, clearing all of the classes notes and updating it for the next class, which happened to be a bunch of first years. It was pure laziness to use his wand, but why the hell not? What was the point in being of magical descent if you couldn't use what you learned for personal benefit? There wasn't one. That idea was just a bunch of old men trying to stick to stupid values. As long as the magic wasn't being used for dark purposes, then it didn't matter one bit. (Of course, he never expressed that view to his students; not only would the headmaster have a fit, but if he had to suffer as a student, then so would they!) Taking a moment to himself, Dante sat at his desk, leaning back, with his hands behind his head and his back to the door. It wasn't anything unusual for him, and it was rare for anyone to come in anyways. A little snooze wouldn't hurt...

However, it just wasn't meant to happen today. A knock at the door had him narrowing his eyes in slight annoyance, before letting the irritation go with a sigh. He was a professor, after all, and that was part of the job. He heard the door opening softly, and he turned to see Millicent Pryce entering. His face turned into a grin; the seventeen year old Ravenclaw was one of his favorite students, and the girl wasn't bad on the eyes, either (though he knew he shouldn't be thinking that particular way about any student.) "Miss Pryce. Lovely to see you." He said, putting his feet up on his desk in a very unprofessional manner but grinning all the same. "Something I can help you with?" Dante considered himself lucky these days that the school robes had stayed the same over the past hundred or so years; those shapeless sacks made it nearly impossible to check out most of the females, which was likely the purpose of them. Too many hormone-raging teenage boys here to keep under control. Although, he thought to himself, it certainly hadn't stopped him when he was a student not so very long ago. Even now, he couldn't help but admire how beauty many of the girls here were, despite the age difference between them. None of his inner musings shown through on his face, however, as he kept his gaze friendly on her face.

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For six straight years, Millicent Pryce had been taught by an array of professors with different attributes; dry, passionate, insufferably boring, crusty, crackpot, etc. However, over the past few years sometime strange seemed to be happening. For all she knew it was the natural cycle of things; replacing the old sometimes faulty version of something with a newer, faster and ultimately better model. Like she constantly upgraded her broomstick for something better, Hogwarts had a host of new faces at the Hogwarts staff table, many of them young and fresh faced. There was Professor Cockburn, the sarcastic and very attractive Care of Magical Creatures Professor. Her own head of house, Professor Black who amusingly enough taught potions; it was refreshing to see a female face in the dungeon.

There were a handful of others and all were rather competent despite their age; however, the one professor that had caught her eye had filled the position of Defense Against the Dark Arts. Professor De Luca. He was young and handsome and she found that she enjoyed his class not just for the learning. It was rare when the physical appearance of a member of the opposite sex overrode her thirst for knowledge. It'd happened maybe once before in her Hogwarts career when she was in her fifth year; she'd developed quite a crush on an older boy. Of course, he'd turned out to have a less than adequate mind so she'd quickly dissolved her crush.

But now? Once again she found herself enamored of a member of the opposite sex.

Only this time things were very different; he was a professor and as such off limits. Perhaps that was what attracted her to him aside from his looks and his brain. The forbidden, throughout history, had always tempted even the most pious of wizards and witches. Millicent found that she was no different. Professor Dante De Luca was forbidden to her and it made him all the more appealing. Clearly he was smart and clever enough if he was given a teaching post at such a young age. For her, a brain was more of a turn on then a set of glistening abs, though as she waited outside the classroom for the hallway to clear of seventh years, she couldn't help but wonder if Professor De Luca possessed both.

Shaking her head, she stepped toward the door and knocked then opened it just wide enough to slip inside, pressing her bag to her hip. Done with classes for the day and having already had her dvanced DADA class earlier that week, she was dressed in an borderline summery yellow dress with an empire waist and a square neckline that just barely hinted at her cleavage. The skirt fell to a modest length; just to her knees. Over it she wore a blue knit sweater that was left unbuttoned, doing little to hide the curves that had been developing for the past three years.

She’d gone from an awkward little girl to a chesty young woman over her years at Hogwarts and it was probably only her dedication to her school work and Quidditch that kept her from doing more than snog with a boy every now and then; that and her genuine lack of interest in the boys at the school. While some of them were more than a little attractive, most of them seemed a bit immature to Millie who was still sore over not having been given the title of Head Girl. It would’ve looked so nice next to all of her other achievements..

As Professor De Luca greeted her, Millicent smiled and approached the desk, lifting a brow in a borderline reproachful manner as he put his feet up on his desk. She had half a mind to scold him but doubted he would listen. Upon reaching the desk she lifted her bag on to the desk next to his feet and it settled with a heavy thud that belied the ease with which she handled it. She was no delicate flower of womanhood, this one. Not only did she have the determination and brainpower to keep up with several advanced classes, she was Captain of the Ravenclaw Quidditch Team and a Beater to boot. Of course her hitting puberty had clearly impaired her game—a chest like hers tended to get in the way—she was still a decent player and a superb Captain.

”Actually, Professor I was wondering if I could ask you about the homework assignment. I have it finished but I was wondering if you might be willing to look it over before I turn it in.” She opened her bag and hunched over it as she sifted through the tubes of parchment that held her various assignments, the desk between herself and Professor De Luca. Just as she found the tube she was looking for she seemed to realize that her position was a bit revealing and a faint hint of rosy pink colored her cheeks as she looked up to see if he’d noticed. She knew she was his favorite and she reveled in it like a proper teacher’s pet, however, she doubted he had any inclination of her “extra-curricular” feelings towards him. She certainly wasn’t deluded into think she loved the man but she was definitely attracted to him.

Clearing her throat and wetting her lips with the tip of her tongue, she held out the tube-protected roll of parchment that was labeled in neat handwriting: DADA.

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Tag;; Millie! ∙ Word Count;; 1262 ∙ Photo Cred;; Google ∙ Notes;; ;D

Unlike many of the previous and older professors that Hogwarts had seen through it's time, Dante knew what some of his female students thought of him. They said it with their eyes, with their body language, and once or twice there had even been a note "left behind" in class. None had yet to be so bold as to say something directly to him, or to make a pass at him, but it wasn't as though they tried much to hide it. At least, he didn't think so, anyways. More than anything, it all amused him, though not in a mean, mocking way. Sure, there had been a few that might have been worth the temptation, but more than anything, he found it almost...fascinating. Granted, the feeling was diminished a bit by his friend and fellow professor, James Cockburn, having experienced much of the same thing. He'd often seen some of the older boys giving the younger female professors a similar look, though he wasn't sure if they (the females) were aware of it themselves. Yet there were still moments where it caught him off guard, especially when it was the younger girls, although he knew that shouldn't surprise him. He himself had been a rather promiscuous fourteen year old boy when he had gone to school here, but to see these practically prepubescent girls giving him a decidedly inappropriate look...well...he wasn't quite sure what to do about it. Mostly he just ignored it; it was the price to pay of being a younger professor. Likely the reason why they had always employed older witches and wizards previously, he often mused to himself when the subject arose in his mind.

On the other side of things, there were his favorites. The ones who's names and faces he actually knew completely (though he was usually pretty good at that anyways) and who he enjoyed being around despite their age. Some were teacher's pets. It was unfortunate, but he had to admit that much of his opinion on students like that had changed. There were still those that you could see right through, and he was rather disgusted by them; he got quite the enjoyment out of watching their hopes fall when he showed them no favoritism. Some were just trying to get things out of him, some wanted to get down his pants, and others had their own various reasons. But there were some, he had come to discover, that were teacher's pets because they actually thirsted for more knowledge. Because they got a thrill out of getting high marks and doing well. They had the "knowledge is power" mindset, and that was absolutely incredible to someone like him. He could relate, even if he had never been that way himself. Of course, there were some that were his favorites for other reasons. Ambition. Personality. Underlying talent. Millicent Pryce was one of the few who had it all. Brains. Looks. Ambition. Personality. He discovered early on that she had to be a Ravenclaw only because she put her ambition and scholastics before all else; otherwise, he was sure that she'd have been a Slytherin like himself. There was something about her that he just couldn't quite put a name to...but he found himself rather proud of the girl even if he had no right to be.

Upon her entrance, it was easy to see that she didn't care for his slightly unprofessional manner of putting his feet up, but it only brought a smirk to his face. It was part of his charm, after all. Being an adult, yet still sort of kiddish and slightly rebellious in nature. As she approached the desk, he took in her appearance. It was safe to assume that her classes were out for the day, despite it only being the middle of the day, as she was out of uniform. In his opinion, the dress was a bit too young in style, although it did hint at curves underneath it. Then again, he'd always been the type to prefer the girls who showed off their assets rather than displayed them subtly. Not to mention that she's only seventeen... he reminded himself. Some days were definitely harder than others to remind himself that he was no longer a student, and that these girls were quite a bit younger than he was. He arched an eyebrow at her as she plopped her bag onto his desk with a rather noisy thud; why in the hell did women carry around a bunch of crap they didn't need? "Actually, Professor I was wondering if I could ask you about the homework assignment. I have it finished but I was wondering if you might be willing to look it over before I turn it in." She said in response to his greeting. He respected her straight-to-business attitude about her schoolwork, although he wondered why she bothered getting it checked over.. "Alright...Though I don't know why." He said as she sifted through her bag looking for the parchment, unaware of the view she was displaying to him.

Though he wouldn't deny to himself that he his eyes had indeed drifted lower than her face, he acted completely normal and blissfully unaware as her eyes came back up to meet his. "We both know that your homework is going to be the top of the class, Millie." He said, his eyes holding hers for a second longer than normal. It was true; the young witch rarely made a mistake, though it did happen on rare occasions. The slight blush on her face made it obvious that she had realized the view she had given him, and he hoped that his pretend obliviousness would put her mind at ease. As far as he knew, the girl was much too into her school work to have any sort of interest in the males which surrounded her, much less himself. She was very focused, and he supposed it was better for her than sleeping around the way some girls did. Removing his feet from the desk and sitting upright and properly, he took the assignment from her. Carefully he pulled the parchment out of the tube, trying to ignore the way she had licked her lips. It definitely irked him how some girls could be so unintentionally sensual without even intending to. His eyes scanned the paper, reading it over quietly to himself. It took him a few minutes to check it all thoroughly, but he handed it back to her back in the tube with an arched eyebrow. "Perfect as always." He waited a moment, his eyes scanning her face before he spoke again, meeting her eyes. "Is there something you weren't sure about within the assignment or..." He let himself trail off, knowing she would likely explain. Perhaps there was something else she needed help with; it wasn't unheard of for students to come to their favorite teachers when they had a problem with something.

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It was hard to tell if Professor De Luca had seen her little faux pas, his expression suggested that he hadn’t but she tended to be a little self conscious of her chest, just because she found it annoying and the boys in her house and others tended to stare if she wore anything that revealed even an inch of the flesh on her chest. She supposed it must be a boy thing but she had no older siblings or normal male friends to ask about it. Edward Moxley was probably not the best boy to ask about such things. She was momentarily distracted by her thoughts as Dante took her assignment from her and made a comment about her usual spot in class; the top. She knew her work was probably flawless but it didn’t hurt to make sure before she submitted it for a grade. After all, if she maintained her perfect academic record she would be guarantied any position she desired after graduating; not that she really knew what she wanted to do after Hogwarts.

She watched him for the length of a single minute as he read over her work then let her gaze wander the room, lingering on various interesting devices. She shifted away from the desk to inspect one of the devices up close, running her fingertips over the metallic curves. She was leaning in slightly to read some sort of archaic inscription when Professor De Luca finally spoke again. Perfecrt. She spun around, the skirt of her dress flaring slightly before settling once more; she walked back to the desk and took the tube from his outstretched hand, clutching it to her midriff as though it were precious. As he searched her face, a brow raised, she smiled and her cheeks colored faintly as he spoke again.

”Well, I just wanted to make sure I didn’t miss anything. I’ve been a little distracted lately.” Tucking her assignment back into her bag, she slid it off of the desk and placed in on the floor beside it. Moving around so she was on the same side of the desk as the Professor, she levered herself up to perch on the edge of the top of the desk to his left. She wasn’t exactly petite like some of the girls in the school, and in fact, she was a great deal stronger given her position as Ravenclaw Captain and Beater. Though, the later title did tend to leave a few marks on her body from time to time. Currently she sported a rather nasty looking bruise on the side of her left calf and another that just peeked out from beneath the hem of her dress above her knee on the same leg that looked a bit more recent.

”It’s all of this Cupid business lately. Several of my housemates have received their matches. I don’t know if I want to be matched yet.” She frowned as she reached up to tuck her hair behind her ear then folded her hands in her lap. ”I still have a year left of school and then I have to decide what it is I’d like to do after Hogwarts.” She hadn’t put much thought into a potential career until now, though many teachers had urged her to pursue one direction or another. The only thing she knew for certain was that she would not pursue a career as a professional Quidditch player. She wasn’t nearly good enough for that and she was perfectly fine with that so long as she could hold the Quidditch Cup in her hand this year.

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Tag;; Millie! ∙ Word Count;; 878 ∙ Photo Cred;; Google ∙ Notes;; Sorry it's been so long!!

Dante had never understood girls that didn't flaunt what nature had given them, but he supposed that might just be a male's way of thinking. A way of nature, as it was common for male animals to boast as well. Male peacocks had the bright, beautiful feathers which they showed off proudly. Male lions have the large full manes. Stags display their large antlers and size. And, of course, male humans showed off everything and anything they could. It was incredibly common to see guys flaunting off their every asset, whether it be brains, brawn, or just good looks (which, of course, Dante was gifted with all three...in his own mind, at least), so why wouldn't females? Some did. They wore clothing to accentuate their small waists and voluptuous bodies. So why didn't all of them, especially when they knew they had what guys wanted? It perplexed him, to say the least. Women would always be a mystery, that much was for sure. Like the typical male he was, he hadn't let the view go to waste, although he made sure she didn't know he saw. Ravenclaws, especially, tended to be temperamental about such things. Such a shame.

His eyes scanned the parchment, and he was vaguely aware of her slightly moving about the room. Her assignments always set the bar of what he expected from seventh years, and it still surprised him to hear that another had female had made Head Girl. Dante hardly noticed her blushing as he praised her work. "Well, I just wanted to make sure I didn’t miss anything. I’ve been a little distracted lately." The admission threw him off guard a bit; it was hard for him to imagine Millicent as being distracted by anything. The young witch was typically so focused on her work and Quidditch that nothing, well, nothing that he knew of, ever really disrupted her. And he thought he knew her so much better than that. Though he was tempted to ask, Dante waited until she was ready to say more, if she wanted to say more. Had he still been in his schooling years, he would've pushed her to say more, urged her to go on. (He also probably wouldn't have cared so much about what was wrong so much as he was about his getting into her pants. But that was another story completely.)

He watched as she put away the assignment and came around to sit on the edge of his desk. "It’s all of this Cupid business lately. Several of my housemates have received their matches. I don’t know if I want to be matched yet...I still have a year left of school and then I have to decide what it is I’d like to do after Hogwarts." That made more sense to him, though the Cupid factor was sort of unexpected. As he already thought, the girl was no where near interested in guys and relationships; he schooling came first. He nodded at her, leaning back in his chair and understanding where she was coming from. He just wasn't quite sure which approach to take with the conversation. "Well, we both know you'd excel at whatever profession you choose, Millicent." It came off a tad bit bluntly, but it was the truth and they both knew it. He turned slightly in his chair so that his body was facing hers more than it had been. "Have you given much thought to what you'd like to be? And..." he said as his eyes met hers with a slight smirk on his face, "Who's to say that getting your match would prevent you from succeeding?" It wouldn't be shocking in the least for her to be matched with someone equally as ambitious as she was.

It was then that his eye noticed the dark, bruised mark on her calf and he frowned. Luckily, it looked like it was healing well. However, as his eyes drifted up her rather shapely legs, he noticed one much worse above her knee and instinctively reached out to touch it. Dante wasn't sure what compelled him to do such a personal thing to the young witch, but his hand rested against her knee as his thumb gently rubbed the nasty looking spot. Somehow he managed to play it off casually as he looked back up at her with a slight wince on his face. "I thought beaters were supposed to hit the bludgers...not the other way around." He'd never played the sport himself, though he used to be extremely amused when opposing teams were hit. "Have you had the nurse check this out?" Likely not, but as a professor, he felt compelled to ask.