She lifted her short plaid skirt slowly past her silky smooth thighs. His knuckles whitened,
his hands clenched his chair so hard, he was sure they'd bleed. Her fingers fumbled through the folds of her sex and she moaned loudly, causing his dick to actually jump in his pants.
Her honey brown hair fell down her shoulders as she moaned in pleasure. His mind raced. Sweat trickled down his face. He couldn't take much more.
She stopped, eyeing him coyly. "Don't you want me?" she asked smiling. She knew the answer.
He felt his mind shut down. He nodded dumbly, his cock throbbing maddeningly in his pants. She walked towards him, taking his scarred face into her hands. He felt himself throb impatiently as the smell of her arousal hit him like a wave. He'd wanted this for so long. His hands found the buttons of her shirt.
"Take me, Professor." And he ripped open her shirt.
"Professor Lupin?"
He smacked himself. Daydreaming in class? Merlin, he had issues. This was getting out of hand.
A dream here and there at night was innocent enough but in class. That wouldn't do, especially with the boner he was sporting now. 'Oh Hermione' he thought gazing dreamily at her.'the things you do to me.'
"Professor??"
He was so lost in his thoughts he'd forgotten Blaise was there. What could he want now? The rest of the class seemed to be doing fine with the assignment. But not Prince Deatheater.
"How can I help you Mr. Zabini?"
"Done," he tossed the parchment on his desk and quickly walked away, obviously revolted by the idea of doing homework for a werewolf.
He picked up the paper smiling. He faintly remembered saying 2 feet of parchment. Zabini's was barely 8 inches. He almost laughed, he couldn't wait to see the look on Blaise's face when he received a Troll.
He sighed, his thoughts returning to the beautiful, untouchable Hermione Granger. He imagined himself kissing every inch of her body, running his hands through her strawberry scented hair.
His cheeks reddened. That was definitely way too much information to know about a student.
He could practically hear McGonagall asking him how he knew what her hair smelled like. It wasn't as if he could just answer 'Cause I stand behind her just be around her and then I pretend I'm looking at her schoolwork.' Maybe in a perfect world, but not this one.
His heart darkened as he watched Dean place his arm around her. She was just another dream he'd never have. Why did his life have to be screwed up? Couldn't he for once be lucky one.
It wasn't enough the he was a werewolf. No. Then Sirius died, then Dumbledore and now this.
He'd been waiting for her 18th birthday for ages, but now she was dating Dean. Where did he get off, stealing her away like that. There were a million other girls at Hogwarts, why her? He glanced at his watch.
"Time's up. Alright class hand in your papers and I'll see you all tomorrow."
He plastered a fake smile on his face as the students shuffled to his desk. He heard the first drops of rain hit the ground outside. Great more reason to be miserable.
His mood brightened as Hermione found her way to his desk. "I'll see you tomorrow, Professor"
she smiled at him, her hand resting on his briefly. He felt his heartbeat quicken. He smiled back shyly. 'It's amazing how just seeing her makes me happy' he thought to himself as he watched her leave. But his hopes were shattered as he saw Dean pinch her arse just before the door closed.
Okay I know this chapter is really short. I'm kinda busy with work and if i didn't post it today I never would. I'll try to get chapter 2 up tommorow. Also if anyone has ideas for Muddsnake let me know, cause I've got writers block like a motherfucker.
