A Long Night with Aesop Sharp (Sharp X Reader)

Chapter 1 - The Leaky Cauldron

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Your workday at the Ministry is over. You enter the leaky cauldron and nod to the bartender."A butterbeer, please.""Coming right up, Miss."
You gratefully accept it and sit at a table in a corner.Today has been a rough day, and you want to reward yourself with a butterbeer.
You sit down and take a deep breath. Then you take a leisurely sip of your butterbeer. It tastes delicious; you've been waiting for this moment all day. You take a book out of your bag and start reading.

Someone enters the pub, but you don't look up and continue reading.
Suddenly, you hear a familiar voice."Good evening, the usual, please."You look up and smile as you see your former potions professor. "Professor Sharp," you say loud enough for him to hear.
He quickly spots you and comes to your table with a glass in hand. "What a pleasant surprise," he says with his deep voice, a charming smile forming on his lips. He leans towards you, takes your hand, guides it to his lips, and places a gentle kiss on your knuckles, never taking his eyes off you.
It feels as if time has stood still and for a moment you are completely lost in his chocolate brown eyes.

You blush and respond, "The pleasure is all mine," smiling shyly back.
"Join me," you offer.
"With pleasure," he replies and takes a seat across from you. He wears a dark coat, and you can't help but think about how handsome he looks. As his student, you always prohibited such thoughts. But tonight, you allow yourself to scrutinize him.
His shoulder-length brown hair, through which you'd love to run your fingers. His scar, crossing over his left eye, giving him a mysterious and attractive aura. And his deep brown eyes, in which you could easily lose yourself.

You snap back to the present as he noisily places his glass of firewhiskey on the table.
"Would you like one too?" he asks, lifting his glass briefly in your direction.
"I'm good, thanks," you gesture to your butterbeer.
"Maybe later," you add with a smile.
"What brings the honor of meeting you here, Professor?"
"I have a few errands to run for Hogwarts, and what brings you here, my dear?"
"I work at the Ministry as an Auror now and often come here after work before heading home."
"I'm delighted to hear that; I know it was always your dream to become an Auror. You always had great potential, and you were the most talented student I ever had."

You blush at the compliment."Now you're flattering me, Professor."
"No, I'm just telling the truth," Professor Sharp says, looking deep into your eyes and placing his hand on your arm. You feel the warmth through your clothing, and a tingling sensation spreads with his touch.

You spend the evening together, talking about your work and your time after Hogwarts.
He tells you about his time as an Auror.
Tonight, you discover a whole new side of him, a relaxed, easygoing side, away from the strict professor you knew during your Hogwarts years.
With a subtle sense of humor, you laugh a lot together, and you never tire of hearing his deep, resonant laughter.

The evening passes, and he invites you, sharing several more firewhiskeys, toasting to your job as an Auror.
During the night, your legs touch under the table, and you feel goosebumps all over your body.

At some point, you look out the window; it's already dark."I think I should go; it's getting late," you say.
"You're right; I'll accompany you to the door."
He's a gentleman and helps you with your coat.You gratefully accept the gesture and give him a smile.
"Have a good night, Professor," you bid him farewell.
He holds the door open for you.
"You too, my dear; I really enjoyed seeing you again," he says, a smile playing on his lips.
"I did too, Professor. Good night."

You can't resist and give him a hesitant kiss on the cheek.
He looks at you, surprised, and touches the spot where you just kissed him.
"Wait." He comes closer, tucks a strand of hair behind your ear, then leans in and whispers: "Normally, I don't do this... But would you like to come with me? I have a small apartment here in Diagon Alley."
He smiles at you seductively.You bite your lip.
"I was honestly hoping you would ask."
He looks at you in surprise, but then a mischievous smile forms on his lips.
"Well, in that case," he says in a husky voice.
"Let's go then" and he grabs your hand, pulling you along.

You walk together, and you keep casting longing glances at him.
He still firmly holds your hand, and it feels as if his hand was made for yours.
You've never been this close to him, but you like it a lot.
And if you're honest, you've always had a weakness for him.
As you walk, he slowly strokes the back of your hand with his thumb, sending small electric shocks through your body.

The touch of his thumb on your hand suddenly triggers a dejavu.
During your time at hogwarts, once you took a bit longer than the others to pack up your things after Potions class.
And when you suddenly realised that Professor Sharp was standing right next to you. It made you so nervous that you dropped your books accidentally. Immediately he helped you pick them up.
As you both reached for the same book, your hands touched briefly. And your eyes met for a moment that felt like an eternity.
When you woke up from your state of shock, you left the classroom in a hurry.
You never talked about that moment, but you had the feeling that it changed something between you, even if you couldn't describe exactly what it was.