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Before anything, I'm still not in college so I know nothing about it. If there's anything wrong with how it works in real life then lol sorry but you have to imagine it this way because this is an imagine where you're completely imagining everything.
"Your essay is due Monday, 12 am. Later than that, I won't accept."
All and sundry, packed their stuff, impatient to get out of the class which made them agonize out of the hard work they were enforced to do. Whilst I intentionally packed leisurely. I tolerated the seconds till everyone would leave, so I could jump into the arms of a person I love.
"You okay, [Y/N] ?" Professor Harry asked as everyone left, locking the door behind them.
"Yeah, sorry for not being active today. I'm still not over yesterday's news."
Professor Harry strolled in the vicinity of his desk. "Oh, come here, baby." He patted his laps and shot me a genuine sad smile, looking all doleful. Professor Harry was exceptionally handsome. I could guarantee you at least 73% of the class exclusively studied to impress him. Only 32 he was, nevertheless so serious and demanding. Whenever you'd walk past him, you'd get satisfied by his strong cologne to the point you'd have to have the self-control to not follow after his amazing smell.
Professors of course; wear suits when they came to work. Howbeit, god the way he'd wear it. Though it may sound strange that even the mid-aged female professors had executed anything they could to impress him. Unfortunately for them, he already had his eyes on someone.
Me.
It all started one year and 4months and 3 days ago. (A/N: If there's anything wrong with this date because of the way college works; Sorry.)
I sauntered to his chair and sat on his lap, tenderly brushing his soft hair with my digits. As always, his hands promptly place themselves on my hips, gently squeezing them. "We're having a baby. How is the baby going to live like this? In a world where his or her parents are in a relationship illegally."
"I told you, I'll fix this. Trust me. Everything will work out in the end." Professor Harry nuzzled our noses together making me start giggling.
"I'll make everything alright for you. I won't let anything happen to you or our baby." Harry placed his hands on my flat belly and caressed it. "We're in this together, okay?"
"Hmm." I had a brisk argument with myself if this was a good time to kiss him or not. He was infatuated with the idea of having control so much that I feared kissing him could make him angry. He was indecipherable. I had fallen for the wrong guy. I shook all the negativity away. I kissed him.
