11 Loves Me, Loves Me Not
Moody paced up and down, up and down. Could he trust McGonagall? Minerva? He shook his head and felt a bit off. He had liked this witch but he was a man, a Wizard who had no time for dalliances. He felt his ears turn red. Sod it! He was an Aura, a bloody good one and had kept his lusts under control not wishing any witch to get under his skin in his efforts to achieve his goal of reaching his ambitions.
Why had it been this witch, who had rocked his heels and heart the moment he had set eyes on her? Now he had gone and broken a rule of his own, he had got her involved in one of his cases.
Bloody stupid! His cock twitched and he growled. He had never allowed his libido to lead him astray. He cast one of his own ‘a well used’ charm and cooled himself down with his Version of the Muggle cold shower. It worked every time. He had used that ruddy spell more times in the last week than in his entire life.
He had not reacted like this since his fith year at Hogwarts. Then his libido had lusted after a fucking firstie. He was no kiddie fiddler. He had avoided that pretty little witch, not even bothering to discover her name - he knew he had been on the threshold of stepping into dangerous ground. He was proud of his high standards that up until now had never failed..
His attention was caught and diverted away from his musings by a pretty cat giving him a message that the job was done and she was on her way to their meeting place.
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