Chapter 13
He sat at his desk, burying himself in the tests and assignments that had neglected for weeks, some even months. He was slightly ashamed of himself for letting his career fall so far behind, but one thought of the nights that had kept him away from his work made the shame disappear and a smirk cross his lips. Then the loneliness he had felt over the past few nights pushed through and forced him to slash through the assignments, panelizing everything that every student did in each of their papers. He was in the middle of scribing the correct answer over a second year s test, when Draco entered his classroom. Severus had been expecting him, he had a message for the boy from his father; it had come early in the morning around two, by floo powder, delivered by Luscious himself. The boy closed the door behind him and spoke cautiously; none of them knew how many ears the walls of Hogwarts had.
You wanted to see me professor? He was cool and collected but his eyes jumped over the desk, searching for the paper he dreadfully desired.
Severus nodded, curtly, and pulled the paper out of a pocket inside of his black robes. Draco approached the desk quickly and snatched the enveloped parchment out of his professor s hand. Go straight to your room to read this Draco. His tone was threatening and the boy understood the gravity of the situation all too well.
He left the professor alone with his markings. Severus did not watch the boy leave the room, however, when he didn t hear the door close shortly after he barked loudly, Draco, the door! Crud-minded lad! He wanted to add. The boy did not come back and Severus had to pull back from his paper to retrieve his wand to do the deed himself.
Hello professor. He jerked upright at the sound of the female voice. He knew who it was and hurriedly grabbed his wand and slammed the door shut. Oh, you want us to be alone, do you? He clutched the edge of his desk and looked towards the stone floor. He could not bring himself to look at the nude female sprawled out over one of the desks in front of his own. She continued to coo and beg for his audience, until he finally realized the only way to get her to leave was for him to order her to do so.
He looked up at the red head and snarled, Ms. Weasley: vacate my classroom immediately and the headmaster shall not be informed of this. She smiled and looked up at him with mischievous eyes. He was taken aback and tried to decipher her intentions. Let me rephrase that, he paused, and she perked up, her pale breasts jumping up in anticipation, Leave! Her eyes seemed disappointed but she quickly covered it up with a giggle and leapt off the desk. He sighed in relief that she was about to leave but she then leapt onto his own desk, her body stretched over it and she leaned her head on her hand to look up at him. He was a little less then speechless, he had no idea what the redhead was up to. She reached for him and he threw himself against the wall behind him, afraid of her touch. This move did not hinder her, instead she pulled herself up on the desk. Twisted her body so she faced him, threw her head back back and opened her legs.
He tried to think of what to say to get her to leave. He kept his voice calm as he tried to insult her, Miss. Weasley, I didn t know your family was so desperate for funds that you had to lower yourself so. She laughed and dropped her head forward, her red hair drapping over her face, making it even harder for him to read her expression.
A thought came across his mind and he suddenly felt compelled with to act according to the rules of Hogwarts faculty. Cautiously he asked, Miss. Weasley; are you under some sort of hex? Again, a laugh: a wretched laugh that with a mock in its throat. He watched her from his place against the wall, every part of his body feeling cold as he stared at her in utter horror. Of course I m under no hex. I simply want you, professor. She said the last word with the harsh whip of a devoted lover. As Severus tried to avoid her she stood from his desk and pressed her naked body against his clothed body. He swallowed what saliva he had left in his parched mouth and stared down at her as she began to rip open his robe. He stiffened as she lowered her body down to view unhasten his pants. He felt them lowering to his knees and finally forced himself to push her away, unable to take a calm approach to the situation any more. He then moved to the door. Before he threw it open he pointed his wand directly at her and said a simple spell that turned an old book he had into a simple dress for her to wear. He then opened the door and used a commanding spell to force her to walk out. He slammed and locked the door behind him. Leaving Ginny in the hallway with a patched up magic outfit that would only last for a short time. It didn t matter, she walked a few steps away from the Potion master s classroom to where her friends stood, awaiting her return. That didn t last long, Hannah said with a raised eyebrow, helping her into the pile of clothing she d left behind.
Ginny laughed, He didn t do anything. He forced me out too quickly for anything to happen. The other girls were perplexed as to why Ginny smirked at the thought of being rejected. She explained, Don t you get it? He wants me but its too dangerous for him. He s probably in there right now fucking himself to the very thought of me. The other girls thought about this. So what are you going to do next? Next? She thought about this, a smile crossing her lips as she made her way out of the crevis and back towards the Great Hall with her friends. I m not very sure, ambush attack? Maybe I ll just stay after class every day until he invites me for a private audience. The girls all laughed and they let their imaginations go wild with the ideas of what the potions master would do to the young, innocent student who tried to seduce him.
Hermione sat at the fireplace, curled up in a large chair with a good book. She saw Ginny enter and waved a hello but the younger girl didn't seem to notice her while in the presence of her new friends. Hermione shrugged and went back to her book. Ron and Harry were at her side on the couch, working on their potions work. They had divided the work in half and would copy each other's answers when they were all done. Hermione hadn't even bothered to complain about this method of studying. Instead she simply read her book and smirked whenever one of them was confused about a question that was in reference to one that the other had.
The three of them stayed in the common room until night fell, it was just like the old days. Hermione felt very comfortable and content with this thought. How time had seemed to have slipped away from her without her noticing. She finished her book and put it aside, deciding to stare into the fire for some time, letting her mind drift as the fire danced between sparks and smoke. She remembered a day, decades ago now, it felt, when the trio had been up late one night together. It had been during the heat of summer and they were up at the Burrow for their holiday. The Weasley's had all gone out to a government function, Ron was the one that the Weasley's couldn't afford a ticket for and Harry, although invited, did not want to spend the night having the ministry try to rub elbows with him. So they had all stayed behind. Originally intending to make it a night of fun, but eventually Hermione grabbed a book and Ron and Harry began a game of chess and the night turned into something of relaxation.
That was, until a thought came across Ron's mind. "Hermione, you're staying with Ginny tonight, aren't you?" She put her book down and nodded. "Why do you ask?"
"Well, Ginny tends to get all the boys she can muster to buy her drinks at these functions, just wanted to warn you that she may come in a little rowdy." "Oh." She didn't like that idea. Ron and Harry exchanged glances, they didn't want Hermione to feel uncomfortable and not get enough sleep, "Well, if you want, you can stay with us for the night," Harry suggested.
She bit her lip, knowing Mrs. Weasley would not be 100% satisfied with that solution. Ron understood and made a new suggestion, "Or you could stay with us until Ginny stumbles home, you'll be able to hear her. You can wait until she's asleep and then go to your room." She considered this and agreed, going back to her book. Before they knew it 11 o clock rolled around. Ron went to the family clock, "Oh they're still at the party. Looks like they will be there for a while, Fred and George can be seen in another function. By the time dad and mum notice they're gone they probably will find another after party to go to." Hermione smiled weakly, feeling a slight wave of fatigue beginning to wash over her. They went upstairs and sat on Ron's bed. Hedwig's cage stood in the corner of the room; empty. Harry went to the window and peered for his pet bird. The other two sat quietly, allowing Harry to hear if Hedwig made any noises.
"Maybe she has a mate." Ron suggested.
Harry shrugged, "Well, she's more successful then I am." Hermione said nothing, sitting on the edge of the bed, hoping to hear Hedwig. Eventually Harry gave up and came to the bed with them. "I wonder what it's like." "To be an owl?" Hermione asked, perplexed.
Harry and Ron exchanged glances, "No. Sex."
"Oh," she turned away; slightly embarrassed she had not known what they had been referring to.
Ron sheepishly began the explanation that his brother's had given him over the years, "Well, Bill and Charlie both said it's really a lot of fun. Percy said it was a waste of time. Fred and George said that its like healthy and good exercise. They also said you have to have sex by the time you're sixteen otherwise you'll never be able to do it...I think they were lying though."
"They were." Hermione said, hoping to end the conversation, though a part of her wanted it to keep going.
Harry agreed with Hermione, "Yeah, I mean, we'd know by now, wouldn't we?"
"Hogwarts kind of failed in the inclusion of sexual education in their agenda." Hermione pointed out. Ron looked over to Hermione, "Mion, have you ever...?" She laughed, "No," then the smile faded and she felt slightly embarrassed though she didn't know why.
"How do you think one would begin, like you can't just ask someone if they want to sleep with you...can you?" Ron asked, looking at both of them.
They shrugged.
"Like maybe you take off your clothes and just go for it?" Harry suggested.
"No...Well at least that s not how they do it in movies and such." Hermione said, feeling ignorant.
Ron agreed. "Yeah, it's usually really romantic, not planned out at all, like they just know what they're doing."
They fell silent. All of them curious about the topic at hand.
It was Harry who proposed the idea they were all thinking, "Do you guys think we could...maybe..." his question wasn't shot down which told him their answer, "I'm not saying now..."
Ron however looked between both of them, "When then?" Hermione felt a shiver jump through her spin, sending spark to the points of her small breasts, and causing a hot red blush to creep over her cheeks. They both saw this and looked to each other, "But how would we...I mean, there's three of us." Ron had apparently already thought about this, "Fred and George have had threesomes before." Harry nodded and reminded Ron that that was most likely one of them with two girls, but Ron shook his head. "No, they told me about how one of them is on the back of a girl and one on the front." Hermione was confused and asked how it would work but Ron shrugged. "I dunno, they just said that they've done it and that's why girls go wild for the two of them. I dunno..."
They all looked at each other. Biting their bottom lips and feeling new happenings below themselves.
Hermione cautiously made the first move and positioned herself between the two, Harry was behind her and Ron in front. They both looked at what she was handing them, and exchanged glances with each other, knowing what they were about to do would probably change a lot of things between all of them.
Hermione's heart skipped several beats and she held her breath as she waited for them to move. They both went at the same time, causing her to cry out in surprise. They halted for a moment but saw she was fine. Ron tried to be the more romantic of the two, giving Hermione small, gentle kissing over her face first before he began to undress her. He was nervous and didn't want to see the female form just yet. Harry, however had very little to work with and had become bored with kissing her neck and what parts of her shoulder blades he could see. He began to nip at her ears, lick her neck and soon she felt his hands wrigling under her shirt, groping for her breasts; Ron hadn't even moved his hands from her own yet. This new move of Harry's made Ron unsettled, tried to shake off his nerves and catch up with his impatient friend. Hermione felt Ron's cold hands go under her shirt and heard Harry make an agreeable noise next to her ear. He took his hands off of her breasts to unhook her bra, which Ron carefully took off her along with her white t-shirt.
He threw it down on the floor and sat up to undo his pants when the sight of Hermione, bare and beautiful, made him stop. He moved forward, ignoring Harry's hands on her breasts and constant nipping at her shoulders that his friend made, and held her face in his palms. Hermione stared up at him and smiled, he kissed her. It wasn't the brushed pecks he had been giving her moments ago, nor was it the harsh brushes of the lip that Harry was teasing her with. This was a long passionate kiss, one that had been waiting to transpire between them for years. When he finally pulled away from her, he kept his eyes locked with her own and began to undo his pants. Hermione, feeling excitement out of something other than curiosity, sat up and unzipped her own jeans. The impatient Harry wriggled out from his spot, lodged between Hermione s back and the headboard, and proudly stood to strip down. There was an awkward moment between the boys when Harry glanced over at Ron's erected phallic and realized that for the first time, their size difference may actually matter. He blushed and quickly hid himself behind Hermione so she didn't see. He spread his legs open and told her to sit on top of him, she was about to when Ron suggested that he lay down and Hermione could straddle him while Harry could do the same from behind. Harry was perplexed at this but then realized that he and Hermione were the lighter pair, which made Ron's solution nearly ideal. It was awkward, Hermione found herself unsure of what she should do. She positioned herself over Ron and made thrusting movements back and forth, but she found it difficult to enjoy much with Harry scrapping at her back, causing her pain as he tried to balance himself. Eventually, Ron began to thrust upwards and Harry, at an opposite tempo, began to thrust inwards, balancing himself by bending his legs on the bed and sitting upright to go inside of her. Hermione felt herself being tossed about in a profound way. Every time Harry pulled out of her Ron pushed himself in. She found herself lactating quickly but didn't feel like they had achieved much. Just then Harry lost his footing and slammed himself onto Hermione, forcing her down on Ron. He rolled the two of them over, until they were both in missionary position beneath him. Hermione smiled up at him, telling him to do what he wanted, Harry was beginning to bore her. Harry, however, was tired. He had already ejaculated but had tried to keep up with his friend. Instead he threw his arms across Hermione and began to massage her breasts while Ron continued doing what he was finding himself to be rather talented at. Hermione made very pleasing sounds between the two teens and they continued their course of action until Ron finally discharged and stood from Hermione. She found herself sitting on the bed, slightly perplexed. Yes she had enjoyed it, she had reached some perks, but she hadn't hit the peak that she had heard other girls talking about. Harry had squirmed from underneath her and let her lay there, motionless. He didn't know if that was a good sign or a bad one but decided to put on a pair of long johns just the same. Ron stared down at Hermione. He didn't know what to say to her, for a single moment he had wanted her so badly, now she was Hermione again, even though she was still naked, sweat covered her body and her hair was stuck to the pillows and her face from what had just transpired between them.
"So that was sex," she said at last not a muscle in her body had moved.
He looked at her, "Yeah, it was."
All of the years that they had been awkward about their feelings proved to be nothing more than leading up to a climax of a one night together. Harry had hardly even been in the picture, it had been Ron and Hermione, and that was all that they had between them. They suddenly felt very distant from each other. Ron didn't want to lose Hermione just yet and she didn't want to lose him. Without either of them saying a word, or getting dressed, they fell asleep together in the same bed, trying to hold onto each other while they still could.
"Hermione? Hemione?" She pulled her eyes away from the flames and turned to see Ron standing over her, "You okay? You seem; distant."
She smiled and assured him she was fine. He believed her and kissed her gently on the forehead. His lips lingered over her for a moment but Hermione was unsure what he was thinking. They were never to be more than that one night, even though they've had chances since then. She wondered if he thought this could be another night for them, a night to rebuild the bridge between them. She also wondered why he pulled away after lingering over her for a moment. Could he tell that she was taken by another, from one, brief kiss on the forehead? She wondered that, as she watched him ascend the stairs to his room, alone, for the first time in months.
Apologies for the delay, life, college and work all caugh up with me.
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