'Yes sir, I've been… yes! I've been a, mmmm, such a naughty little girl!'
As his large, calloused hand was brought to her firm, round bum, she remembered how she had gotten to have this, and why. Not that either regretted it of course… but if they were ever found out.
It had all started in Advanced Potions, his voice, so tantalizingly sarcastic and sinful. So full of knowledge and power. And its no great secret that those who are bossy often prefer being submissive. Every class she daydreamed about hearing that smooth, flowing voice telling her what he was going to do with her or whispering her name, then yelling it at the top of his voice. Her memories gazed back unto third year; page 394… she shivered.
His lips, so red in contrast to his pale skin, were so very kissable, and his black robes swaying behind him as he walked up the aisle of the class left her in no doubt of her feelings towards him. Every part of him was delectable, but how to achieve her goal? Hermione Granger never missed a target.
She looked up from her daydreaming and saw him staring at her, his dark, hooded eyes held a rare sparkle deep within them. She began to wonder whether she had said something outloud? Oh god, that meant everyone now knew her feelings towards the mysterious professor. But no… everyone around her was either playing magic hangman or doodling, so nothing she had said had bothered them – so why did he look so smug.
'Page 394, I believe – ironic really.'
She immediately blushed, whilst everyone else looked puzzled at the use of the word 'ironic.' She quickly turned to it, and struggled to follow the words, enthralled with his voice.
She felt herself get wet and squeezed her legs together as his silky voice wrapped itself around each word, occasionally glancing up at her. He looked down at her crossed legs, instantly knowing why they were crossed. Knowing? She realized how he knew. Legitimacy.
Her eyes widened and met his, and it was at that point that electricity crackled, something stirred, something was won, something was lost – but most important of all, love was found.
Every time he made love to her, every time his big, hard cock found that perfect spot in her, she remembered this, recalled that day whilst screaming his name so loudly the house elves need earplugs, and she knew that her love for him was mutual.
