Hey there! I am recently coming back from a lapse in story writing, preferring to read more than anything. This story is one that I wrote quite a while ago, that I reread and decided to give it a go at again with a few fixes here and there.
I do not have a Beta, so expect writing mistakes. If you have any constructive criticism, feel free to review.
Disclaimer: I do not own any characters or settings in this story. It is purely J.K.Rowlings.
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I stood in a numbing shock. Her lips were pressed gently against my own, tasting hot, fruity, plump and soft. I did not kiss her back, but did not move either. After a few seconds she pulled away, a frown on her face. I stared blankly.
"Miss Granger that was completely uncalled for and I would advise you to control your teenage hormonal impulses if you do not wish to be expelled." I hissed dangerously. It seemed to have no effect on her, and she merely rolled her eyes in annoyance.
"I assure you that it was no impulse. I have wanted to do that for quite a while, and now seemed as good a time as any." I studied her as she spoke these obvious words of truth. There was no nervousness in her body language, but her face was a bit flushed and her eyes a bit bright.
"Miss Granger, have you been drinking by any chance?" I asked. She simply shrugged.
"Just a bit. What is celebrating without a bit to drink? Even the head girl is allowed to let go every once in a while, especially on the last night of school…so what do you think? Can I kiss you again and get some sort of reaction out of you this time? I like you. A lot. And I want the chance to experience something with you. Unless you don't swing that way…then I apologize profusely." She said, relaxing against the edge of my office desk, making herself at home. I allowed myself to study her while contemplating my response. She had finally cut off the rat nest she called hair into a fashionably modern version of a bob, and had filled out quite a bit in the chest, hips and rear end, giving the hourglass figure that most girls would die for. She had beautiful high cheek bones that even I had to admire, and the lips that I had recently felt up against my own were still shiny with their gloss. All in all a wonderful picture, yet one that could only be summed up in one word.
Young.
I sighed.
"Miss Granger…although your attentions are…flattering, they are still ineffectual. You are a student, and I am a professor, and not only will my morals not allow it, but neither does school policy. And I will have you know that I am not gay. I suggest at this time, you go back to your common room and revel with your…friends." And with that, I opened the door with a spell and pointed. "Now get out." I grumbled in annoyance, feeling the coming on of a headache. She tilted her head in curiosity.
"You know, although you have told me about rules and morals, you never once said that you would not enjoy the thought or actions of a relationship with me if said rules and morals did not apply. So something at least is appealing to you…" She contemplated, letting her sentence drag off into silence. I glared, but when she raised an eye grow I rolled my eyes and sighed.
"I am 20 years your senior Ms. Granger. Granted I am not your father's age, but there is an entire generation between us. You are young and need someone young. You need to go see the world, and discover yourself. I will not drag you down into the bubble that is Hogwarts. If it was a few years from now… maybe things would be different, but this is now. Now, for Merlin's sake, go to bed Miss Granger. You're lucky I can't take points off anymore." I added with a glare, to knock her out of her state of deliberation. She blinked and was suddenly back in the moment as opposed to the future, and stood up from off the desk.
"I concede defeat… for now." She said, and sauntered up to me. I refused to give up ground. "But I will not leave until you kiss me. That should last me a few years at least," she said drolly, and with the look in her eye I knew that she was not joking at all. I chuckled, and let myself relax.
Trying not to make too much body contact with her, I tipped her chin up with the palm of my hand, leaned down, and kissed her softly. I kept contact with her for a few seconds, and decided that it had lasted long enough, starting to pull away. She would not have it though. She stepped forward to stop my retreat, and wrapped her arms around my neck to draw my body against her own. She pressed her lips harder against mine, and I felt her tongue dart out to lick my bottom lip. In that moment, I decided to throw away all inhibitions for the moment, placed my hands on her hips, and engaged her in an open mouthed kiss, caressing her tongue with my own and glorying in her quiet moan of delight. This sound was what knocked me back on my feet, and I quickly and subtly as possible detached her, lest she force anything else upon me.
"I hope you are pleased now… good luck in everything you set your heart to Hermione." I said before retreating to my bed chambers, not looking back.
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I glared at the blank wall stubbornly. Albus watched me with amusement, stirring milk into his tea.
"Do you want to talk about it Severus?" He chuckled. I shook my head no, not willing to talk to him. He stayed silent for a few moments, I knew, to plan what would next come out of his mouth.
"You know my boy, there is nothing wrong with the way you are feeling. Although you may deny it to yourself, it is only natural to respond to such…coming on's. Miss Granger is a beautiful girl, and a smart girl at that. I believe that the reason you acted in such a way is because you realized that Miss Granger would in no way not know what she was doing, or know the possible consequences of her actions. You knew that when Hermione does something, she does it because she believes in it with her whole heart." He finished off passionately. I snorted.
"What sentimental dribble that all is. What I did was inappropriate and against policy." I barked, disgusted with myself. He shook his head in obvious amusement.
"No, Severus, what you did was to show a young woman that there is hope, and love and passion in the world. She would be good for you if you would give her a chance. Now don't worry about this incident. I trust you Severus… the fact that you even came forward about it speaks well about your character. Lemon drop?" He finished, telling me that the conversation was over. I snorted and left.
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If you were wondering, my name is Michelle, I am 18 years of age and single, and would love if you reviewed...or else I may never finish this story.
