Methods Beyond Magic

"Don't you think it will be a little bit suspicious, if we're spotted spending the whole day together?" Sherlock pointed out. Victor just shrugged, kicking his feet once more.
"I'll take my chances. Honestly, I'm not worried; you should be the one that's worried about what other people are capable of finding out." Victor decided.
"We're both in the wrong here, you'll get locked up for blackmail, I'll get fired for having an affair with a student, honestly I'd rather have to find a new job then have to fight the dementors." Sherlock decided. Victor just laughed once more, as if the idea of getting locked up amused him.
"Oh no, no Sherlock, see this story will be very different when Dumbledore hears it, because it's the quidditch star, top of the class, Head Boy candidate against the lonely outcast professor who couldn't seem to keep his lips to himself. And how could I ever say no to a professor, someone who could fail my every class, how could I possibly stand up for myself when he was forcing me day in and day out to pretend to love him?" Victor sighed, putting a hand to his forehead as if he were starring in a dramatic romance movie. Sherlock growled a little bit, but couldn't bring himself to retaliate against him; for fear that once again the story would leak out.
"What if I told someone beforehand, someone who wouldn't go to Dumbledore, someone who could help?" Sherlock asked.
"Who, Mr. Watson, in all his squib glory? What's he going to do, threaten me with his mop?" Victor laughed.
"Well, no I was thinking, more...McGonagall...?" Sherlock muttered. Obviously his first had been John, but Victor was right, what could John possibly do to help him?
"McGonagall's a good woman, she'd tell Dumbledore, she'd discover your faults, she's not your friend Sherlock, you don't have friends, not anymore." Victor assured. "All you've got is me."
"You're a monster." Sherlock insisted.
"Yes, but what can you possibly do about that?" Victor purred, brushing his finger about Sherlock's cheek ever so lightly.
"Get away from me." Sherlock snapped, about to slap his hand away, but Victor just shook his head ever so slightly, and Sherlock's hand stopped in midair.
"I like your skin Sherlock, it's so smooth, it's so delicate. I feel like I could just...peel it away from your face like wrapping paper." Victor decided. Sherlock clenched his fists, hating to be touched by this disgusting boy, but Victor was right, there was nothing he could possibly do right now.
"Then I could see what's really inside you, I could see what makes you tick..." Victor's hand stopped and jabbed Sherlock rather forcefully in the cheek, making him jump back a little bit. Victor just laughed, finally taking his hand away and leaning forward on the desk.
"Oh come on Sherlock, you know what to do now." Victor insisted. Sherlock stared blankly at his face, which was now very close.
"Stick my wand in your eye?" Sherlock suggested. Victor frowned ever so slightly, but his smile returned so quickly that Sherlock doubted his eyesight.
"No Sherlock, kiss me, we went over this last evening." Victor insisted.
"I need to go to the Great Hall, I need to eat." Sherlock decided.
"Well, you need permission to go eat, and I'm still not satisfied with my service." Victor decided. Sherlock stood up, scowling down at Victor. Obviously the Slytherin wasn't going to give up so easily, because he slid off the desk and stood very close to Sherlock, putting his hands on both of Sherlock's shoulders and holding his face so close that Sherlock could make out every vein in his eye, if he could stand staring at those cold eyes for that long.
"If you want to kiss me so bad, why don't you just do it yourself?" Sherlock snapped.
"Because I like it better when you kiss me, I like it better because it tells me how much you love me." Victor decided.
"Victor, I despise you." Sherlock insisted. Victor's hands tightened around Sherlock's shoulders, and he winced in pain.
"No, Sherlock, once more you said the wrong thing. You love me." Victor pointed out, his grip tightening, his fingers digging under Sherlock's bones. The poor professor writhed in pain, nearly crying out if he wasn't so scared of who might hear.
"I love you, I do, I love you Victor." Sherlock managed between forced breaths. Victor sighed with relief, loosening his grip and smiling up at Sherlock once more.
"See, that wasn't so hard." He decided. Sherlock clenched his teeth in disgust, but to avoid any more injuries he bent down and kissed Victor very quickly on the lips, just to make sure that he could go and eat lunch for the reminder of the lunch period.
"You may go." Victor decided.
"Thank you." Sherlock snapped, stepping very quickly away from Victor and storming out of the room.