Suspending Consciousness

Summary: Whoever said detention was boring?

This is a sequel to Caught after Curfew, because it wouldn't leave me alone. In other words, Detention Time! (sorry for the bad pun) For those that may wonder; ridicati is lift, mintea is mind, and yes I'm aware that I am probably butchering Romanian, blame google. On with the story!

White words that had been scrawled on the board disappeared with a wave of his wand as he walked across the room to find the notes he had for the next days class plans from a pile of papers. It hardly took anytime as he just summoned them rather than sift through the papers.

The magic eye swiveled across the contents as the ticking of the clock made the only sound in the now quite classroom. It was something he had been listening to since the last class had ended. Mainly because each soft tick, meant the time was getting closer for her to be here. To serve detention after her little stunt down in the library.

He considered himself lucky to have been the one to find Miss Granger asleep amid the stacks. Any other Professor here probably would have given her just one day of detention. Hell, McGonagall would have just let her off with a warning or have just told her not to let it happen again. How did these soft adults think that would help with any rule breaking? Regardless if it was intended or not. Snape would have given her a few days worth maybe, but that still wasn't enough in his opinion.

Though his opinion was probably being influenced from the reminder of how soft her hair, skin, and lips had been. The simple image of her illuminated from the candle light still recent in his mind.

He doubted he would be able to touch even a single centimeter of skin on her hand today, or any other day when she was awake for that matter. That was the only part of this he wasn't looking forward too. Unless he was seriously going to consider using a spell, which he was now.

Quite a few came to mind that he could make good use of. Nocte Somnium, a bit of a classic when putting one out for the night, though a little odd for the sleeper. Unless she usually had dreams of the sky. He had no idea, perhaps he could ask, though that would require a more complex spell. After the scare he had given her he suspected he would be getting her classic glare that was usually aimed at the Weasley boys.

Perhaps... a smile slowly formed on his face. He had the perfect spell in mind.

There was a knock at the door and he had to force the smile away just before the door swung open and Hermione walked in.

"Professor." His moveable eye focused on her as he pretended to still be focusing on the papers with his main eye. Her tone of voice hadn't escaped his notice. It was obvious she didn't want to be here, or see why she should be.

The fact that she was talking to him like that quickly grated on his nerves and he set the papers down. "Close the door behind you." There was only a moments pause before he heard the door swing back shut. He had to hold back a chuckle at how easy this was turning out to be. Pretending to be an old friend of Dumbledore's had more benefits than he had first suspected. "Take a seat." He turned his head to focus both on eyes on her as she walked towards her own desk. His main eye narrowed, finger lifted to move the chair she had started to pull out back towards the desk.

She looked up sharply. "Professor?"

"A front seat, Miss Granger." His hand motioned and one of the chairs in the front middle of the room pulled away from the desk. "Class is not currently in session. This is detention and you will be sitting where I can keep an eye on you. Is that clear?"

The magic eye turned swiftly to the small movement of how her mouth moved to start to form a pout. She was making it very tempting to just cast the spell now and put her in the chair himself, not that he would need to seek an excuse for much longer. "Yes, Professor."

He moved infront of the desk, waiting for her to take the seat. Once she was seated he spoke, "For today you will be helping with a little spell." She looked surprised at this. "Just because you got yourself detention today does not mean I am going to change my prior plans." A scowl had settled on her face now and he found himself preferring that half pout from before. "I am going to have to ask that you close your eyes for the first portion unless you want to go blind."

"What is the spell?" The question was asked as her eyes closed.

It almost seemed too good. Then again she had no reason not to trust him, or rather, 'Professor Moody'. "It was created during the Roman Empire, when they occupied Romania. There's only a handful of books that contain the spell, most were burned when the Empire fell. There are a few people that know of it simply because it was passed down. Burnings of witches and wizards in that time were common so they are even more rare than the books. This particular spell has to do with the mind and most books that contain it speculate as to what it even does. I have one of the few that don't speculate." He added the last part when he noticed her body tense in alarm. "It's perfectly safe."

"So, why do you need to cast it then?"

Without her looking at him he allowed a smile. "It cannot be cast on oneself."

Her shoulders tensed again and he quickly made his expression go back to neutral before her eyes could open to glare at him. "I don't recall volunteering for-"

"Then perhaps Miss Granger you should put more consideration into where you fall asleep. It may have to do with the mind but I will not be looking at your memories or anything else invasive." Not in that sense anyways. "I can assure you that the spell is not harmful in the least. Do you really think I would cast it on you otherwise?"

That made her shut up, her jaw actually making an audible snap when it closed. It took a moment before her lips parted again, "No. Of course not." That urge to smirk just seemed to keep growing. "Okay." Her eyes closed. "I'm ready."

"If I'm able to run every test I have to this will be the shortest detention you've ever attended."

"This is the only detention I've ever attended." Her lips had curled up, a small laugh coming from her. "Guess I'll have to stop taking naps in the library."

He smirked now, finding himself amused. "That would be a good idea for the future." If it happened again though he would be sure he was the one that found her. Raising his wand he pointed it at the middle of her forehead. "Mintea Ridicati." A soft blue glow emited from the wand, it quickly wrapped around the girl's form before sinking into the skin. Her breath faltered the moment the blue light was gone before resuming at a slower pace, body slumping back in the chair.

He withdrew his wand eyes roaming over her.

Barty waited until the last few minutes of polyjuice ran out, his body shifting until he was back to himself again. The metal leg was left leaning against his own desk, the magical eye rolling around on top of the desk. It made him wonder if the real Alastor could still see from the object even now. If he could then that would be entertaining, and that was someone he could make answer the question truthfully without a single hitch.

Turning his attention back to Hermione he reached out a hand to draw his actual fingers through her hair. It was still as soft as he had remembered and he leaned down to press his nose to the strands, catching the scent of her perfume. He inhaled the fragrance, turning his head to seek out the source.

His lips brushed over her jaw bone and he smiled at the soft texture of her skin, moving further down to her neck, stopping when the perfume got stronger. He stayed like that for atleast a minute; leaning over her, drinking in her scent.

Turning just slighty he pressed his lips to her neck, right above the collarbone. Once he started he couldn't find it in him to stop. Barty kept pressing kisses along her throat, a hand raising to cradle the other side of her neck, to be able to press his lips more firmly against the skin. It was just so soft and sweet, and she had made it almost ridiculously easy for him to put her in an unconscious state.

The ticking of the clock finally broke through his fragrance clouded mind and he withdrew to look over the skin, tempted to bite it. Unfortunately even if he did the mark wouldn't be allowed to stay.

His finger raised to tuck a stand of hair back behind her ear before he glanced towards the clock. With a scowl he got up. It was a good thing he had given her a weeks detention rather than one day. Only being able to do that once would have been disapointing, and he still had other plans in mind for her.

Grabbing a flask of the polyjuice potion he swallowed it down in one gulp so he wouldn't have to deal with the taste for too long. Once the eye was back in place and the leg reattached he picked up the auror's wand. Pointing it back towards Hermione he muttered the counter-curse.

The only clue to the spell being reversed was the change of pace in her breath.

"You can open your eyes now." He waited for her to look at him before he continued, "Was able to get a few tests done, they took longer than I suspected. I'll have to continue working on it next time so you should know what to expect." She just gave a small nod, it's not like the instructions he had given her had been that difficult. "If you want dinner I suggest you run down to the hall, and don't let me catch you out past the hour again Miss Granger."

"Yes, Professor." He watched as she got up from the chair and left the room, zooming in on her figure, smiling at how much else he could get away with without her knowing a thing.