The door to his chamber closed and Hermione leaned her head back on it and sighed as she closed her eyes. She stood there as the feeling sank deeper inside her. This was reality, not a dream, not some fantasy. Those orgasms had been better than anything that she had ever dreamed or conjured in her mind when it came to her Potions Professor. Even thinking over that again created a lapping wave of desire over her body. Get a grip. You know this is psychological. The more you dwell on it, the more the desire takes control. No reason to push yourself when he isn't pushing for it. Not yet at least.
Hermione heard the clearing cough and opened her eyes. Harry stood not far from her with his arms crossed about his chest. His eyes narrowed and cockiest grin she had ever seen on his face.
"Naughty, naughty, look who got caughty." Harry chanted.
Hermione's eyes widen as the deep flush blossomed on her cheeks. She put her hands on her hips and tried to appear affronted. "I have not a clue what you are implying Mr. Potter."
Harry let out a rakish bark of laughter. "Now, now Miss Granger. It is clearly written all over your face. I was only making an observation."
She groaned and sent him a worried look. "Does it really show that much?"
With a firm nod, Harry's rakish grin reappeared back on his face. "What happen to, Harry, help me figure out what he wants?"
Hermione threw up hands in a defeated gesture and left the door and headed towards the door to her room. "Well, evidently, I suck at planning. He gave me a sleeping potion to knock me out and keep me asleep."
"Perfect." Harry bent over in laughter. He knew her dreams were wet dreams. He stood and wiped the tears out of his face as Hermione turned once she reached her bedroom door with her hand on the handle about to enter it.
"Laugh it up little boy. I'll tell Pansy what a naughty little boy you have been." Hermione teased him.
Harry dropped to his knees with his hands clasped together in front him in praying ritual. "Oh please, please, please."
Hermione shook her head laughing at him. It struck her funny how he would have never had done anything remotely like this in Gryffindor.
"You are just too cute when you beg." Hermione grinned at him. "I'll talk to Pansy later for you. I have something I have to do right now."
Harry groaned and fell back on the floor with the gesture of a fake knife stabbing his heart.
"No self torturing yourself, Harry. I have that market monopolized." Hermione shook her head as Harry started laughing at what she said.
"To true. You can keep that market. The price of those stocks cost too much." Harry said.
Hermione turned, opened the door and walked into her bedroom and stopped instantly and looked around. Severus had changed the bedroom. Hermione shut the door real quick and leaned up against it and slapped a hand over her mouth in fear of it being washed out if she said a word. Oh bloody hell! What did I unleash?
The fountain she had done the night before was now in the corner, with the God Poseidon rising up and in front of him was a naked young woman, whom he was ravishing. The swirl of colors, silver metallic and emerald hues, that surrounded them obscured part of the sexual act but left just enough to hint at what was being done.
Severus had changed all the furniture to a dark, deep wood. The four wooden posters of the bed frame were elegant nudes obscured in locking embraces; as the sheer silver metallic and emerald hangings adorned the bed.
It is breathtaking. Sensual, erotic, not over done either. Hermione thought as she left the doorway and looked about. Hints here and there, but only hinted at in the furniture. The bed and the fountain being the most Baroque motifs in the room. The wardrobe that had the moniker of Little Princess on it now held Little Minx. Quickly, Hermione went and pulled open the doors and found that indeed, he had changed her knickers to no crotch in them at all.
Hermione went to her trunk and opened it. She pulled out the following books, SM 101, Topping, Bottoming, and The Beauty Series. The Beauty Series were novels, but still held tantalizing imagery to engage the mind and erotic desires as well. These were the only ones that she had. Harry had the other half of the set. Hermione stood with the six books and then headed back. She looked around the room one more time. Hermione found she liked the room. It was a lot better than the little's child room, which he put her in. The room now fit her like a second skin compared to what it had been.
Severus had his leaned back in his chair. She was taking her time, and he was anxious for her to return. Please tell me you like that room. Maybe it was too much? Maybe I should have left her knickers alone? Quit second guessing yourself. She'll either come back and demand things from you to be changed, or she'll accept it. Find out if she likes it? If she doesn't then find out what she doesn't like and go from there.
He then closed his eyes and started going back over what she had said about her parents. Severus was enthralled with the notion of having a woman, who was equal as well as one that would compliment him. Hermione is close to your intelligent level, even if she is younger. We could compliment each other sexually as soon as learn a few things. As for the other stuff, well, she needs to answer those questions I have given her. That would give me more to go on.
Severus heard the soft knock on his door. Pointing his wand to the door he said the spell that would open it.
"Enter."
Severus watched as she came back in. Gorgeous, absolutely gorgeous. Severus flicked his wand and the door shut behind her. His eyes roved over her again, taking notes on how she walked, how she held herself, her carriage, her gait. He noticed her stride screamed sexuality to it, the way her hips swayed, to the even contours and symmetry of it. She stopped by his chair and went directly to the standing pose; he asked of her.
"Here are the books you requested that I have in my possession, Sir." Hermione said meekly. As soon as she entered the room she had willed herself to go calm, to find that inner tranquility. To walk to him, not rushed, or harried, but neither too slow. She had seen her mother countless times over bring her father things once they were at home after work. It is a conscious state of mind. Wait upon him, you do nothing else until he requests it.
The tone of her voice sent his heart in palpitation. Severus noted she held the books in her arms, not moving, not setting them down. She was clearly waiting on him. He marveled at it. This wasn't like some common house-elf that was chained and had no choice to obey. She was doing this of her own free will.
"Place them on the end table." He motioned to the table next to him.
She did so and then he watched as she placed her hands behind her back instead of like she had in the front the first two times. He liked it. "Leave your hands the way you have them now when you take that stance when you enter from this day forward."
"Yes, Sir." Hermione told him. "I wish to tell you, I like my room, Sir. Thank you."
He gave her nod. "And your knickers?" He asked.
Severus watched as her skin flushed.
"It is what you want. I will honor the gesture you have made, Sir." Hermione told him.
"How did it make you feel?" Severus asked curiously.
Hermione felt the heat flush up in her face again. Damn, I embarrass so easily. "Open. Accessible. It's a turn on."
"That pleases me to hear that." Severus told her. "Turn around and go to the door and come back."
Great, what is bloody wrong with the way I walk? Hermione thought but did as she was bade to do. When she got to the door and pivoted back around and came back. She saw the look in his eye briefly. He likes the way I walk. I saw it. Thank god. My parents would kill you, five years of taking me to ballet, tap, and others just so my posture would be honed.
"Where did you learn to walk like that?" Severus asked.
Hermione gave him a soft smile. "Five years worth of dance lessons, that I had to give up after I came to Hogwarts."
"Do you miss it?" Severus asked.
Hermione got a pensive look. "Sometimes, the recitals were the most fun part of it. The rest was hard work. Hours of practice to make sure you got a move correctly. I wouldn't change it, so I have no regrets."
Severus started filing that away inside his mind in that ever expanding drawer, which was now slowly being filled with more information.
"It is time for me to start studying Little Minx." Severus said as reached over with his right hand and ran in along the inside of her thigh. He didn't go higher than to the middle of her thigh. "Come back tonight at eight. We'll talk more then."
"Yes, Sir." Hermione said. She didn't move until he removed his hand from the inside of her thigh.. She turned and walked back out of his quarters.
For the books mentioned in the chapter. I didn't include the full names of the books in the chapter. But if anyone is interested, you have them below. So, they are real books. I am not making up a fake name or anything. If anyone else is like me, when they come across some name of a book in a fan fiction, they go check to see if it is real or not. I tend to do that when one sounds real, then find out it isn't. Just wanted to save some time for those curious minds.
SM 101: A Realistic Introduction, The Bottoming Book, and The Topping Book are all written by Jay Wisemen.
The Beauty Series, The Claiming of Sleeping Beauty, Beauty's Punishment, and Beauty's Release are all written by Anne Rice under per name A. N. Roquelaure. Can be found with her other novels.