This fanfiction is rated M for a reason, proceed with caution for this chapter.

Hermione was brave, I pondered whether it was that she trusted me after our lessons together all of last year, or because she was a foolish Gryffindor. Either way I assumed that she would have exercised more caution, before walking (willingly) into my home and subsequently, my bath tub.

I try to reassure myself that she knew that I would not hurt her, despite the fact that I had, only moments earlier. My mind was alive with thousands of voices and conflicting thoughts. I swam through them, trying to make sense of the situation I found myself in. Guilty, broken, and numbed. But a voice spoke above the rest of them, only for a moment. It was Hermione's, soft, yet plain and true.

She spoke: naked and stunning. Her body seemed to radiate pure starlight as she climbed into the bath tub. Her feet first, her slender ankles, then more quickly her leg, muscle by muscle entered the water until it reached the tops of her thighs-

Her eyes met mine as she realized that I had heard her.

Don't stop there, little witch. I was so enjoying listening.

I sat down in the water that I had enchanted earlier that night. The temperature was perfect, just what my aching body needed. I groaned in pleasure when my frame was entirely engulfed by its soothing warmth. Hermione had not finished observing me. Conflict again washing over me as her occlumency skills were still, after half a dozen lessons, unmastered. Then it struck me that she was purposely letting me hear her. I wet my hair and turned to face her. She absentmindedly licked her full lips. I needed to put her in her place, otherwise the situation will most definitely escalate to heights I may not be able to quell.

Hermione. Oh Hermione. What cruel trick is this that the stars have played? How can a teenager love me the way that I need her to?

I know what you need Lilith.

I turned my head to face Hermione- I couldn't help but smile. Oh yes?

You need a lover.

I would have loved to say that her words had caught me by surprise, but her demeanor was unapologetically sexual. I feigned the reaction I knew that she wanted.

I beg your pardon!

The younger woman smiled and retorted with wit: The stars have sent me- I should know.

I leaned back into the tub, elongating my neck and taking a deep breath. My soul's lesson on this earth is surrender among countless other things, and this woman was… tantalizing.

But seriously, Lilith, may I- um

What? Touch me?

I nod.

May I?

Yes

Then yes.

My mind fell silent in an instant as Hermione's palm gently smoothed over my stomach. I hadn't felt this calm in a long time. I tried not to pinpoint how long focusing on this moment of silence. Her fingers then danced downward brushing the inside of my thigh. I smile at her courage and watched as her expression transforms; I pull her body closer to me so that her side is pressed gently against my own. Her look of satisfaction turns to anticipation. Shame I won't be providing any release for Miss Granger any time soon.

I run my finger down her neck slowly, nearing her nipple and watch the increasing rise and fall of her breast. It then occurred to me that her mind had fallen silent and I stopped, took my hand away. Hermione whimpered.

I haven't even touched you little witch.

And yet I want you with my everything.

You don't know what desire is, Hermione.

The younger woman frowned slightly. I smiled at her sensitivity, held her jaw and turned her head, capturing her lips with my own, hungrily.

But you will know by the dawn.

Hermione moved to straddle me in the bath, her legs spread over my wide hips and her breasts, dripping wet, resting upon my own. I bit my lip and looked up at the brunette. Her brown eyes sparkled as she leaned down to press kisses into my neck. I purred.

You need to eat something, darling.

Darling? Hmm, I like that. Hermione sat up. I smirked and got out the bath tub, casting a drying charm on both our bodies as we left the room. Hermione walked into the living room without looking back at me. Her confidence, I found amusing, rather than attractive.

"You don't want to wear your robe?" I held out a black silk robe. A robe I had intended for… someone else. She turned on her heel, blushing and reached for it. I pulled mine around my body and lead Hermione to my pitiful kitchenette by her hand.

"Lilith! You own a microwave?" Hermione giggled.

I met her eyes with a smile as I bent over to take out a plastic box from the fridge containing a meal, I had prepared a couple days earlier. "Well, I can't eat 'sweeties' all the time," I teased.

"You have a muggle kitchen!"

"Honestly? I don't very much believe in employing a house elf when I can look after myself perfectly well. The muggle population can cater for themselves just fine without magic, let alone a house elf."

Hermione seemed stunned for some reason. Her lips parted and her eyes widened. "Did you read my mind?"

I quirked my eyebrow, genuinely puzzled. "What is it Hermione, you have an underground degree in microwave radiation? Or is it some secret passion for roast chicken because I assure you, I am not a bad cook."

I opened the box a little and popped it in the microwave.

"No, no, it's just- I feel very strongly about the welfare of magical creatures. In fact, in fourth year I founded The Society for the Promotion of Elvish Welfare." Hermione laughed at herself.

"What is it?"

"It's not very sexy of me- bringing up all this" she smiled.

"On the contrary," I reassured, "I find a woman interested in equality to be incredibly sexy." I leaned on the kitchen counter as I reached for two plates in the cupboard above. "Although, what's sexier is a woman who actualizes her beliefs."

The microwave pinged and Hermione took the plates out of my hands. "Go sit down, Lilith."

You don't know where I put the cutlery. I walked to the living room, knowing that Hermione was watching my exit with pleasure.

How hard can it be?

I cleaned the living room with a flick of my wand and a little concentration. My magic reserves were low. I yawned as I threw the dust my magic had collected, in the trash. I placed my wand on the nightstand in the bedroom. When I came back, Hermione was waiting at the table with two plates of food.

Don't wait for me.

We ate in silence until our hunger was sated. I then took the plates into the kitchen and left them in the sink. Hermione ate all the food on her plate. Yep. Still got it. I thought to myself. Room for dessert? I mused.

Depends… what's on the menu?

Not bad little witch, not bad.

I walked into the bedroom.

Turn the lights out on your way.

Hermione took her time blowing out the candles. I wondered her delaying was purposeful.

I lay down on the bed, arms above my head, drunk on the power Hermione had unknowingly given, in wanting me. She sauntered into the room and sat beside me on the bed.

Well Lilith, I don't see any sweets.

No? I cocked my head playfully.

Hermione untied my robe and pushed it either side of my bare torso.

No, but you? You will be more that satisfactory.

And with that, Hermione leaned over to kiss me passionately, she licked my lips, my tongue, with longing. I couldn't help but moan. She was so enthusiastic, so unafraid.

Hermione. Oh, Hermione.

The woman paused to smiled down at me, her chocolate hair falling around our heads in a warm curtain.

What is it?

You're so beautiful.

I remembered the intense eye enhancements I had applied earlier that night and looked down. It's just beauty charms.

No Lilith, you're a beautiful woman, I have seen you without charms, your cheekbones, your lips, they are just as… arresting.

And my chest? How do you like that?

Hermione looked down to my exposed breasts, then back up at me.

They look so sensitive. She pushed her hand over one of them gently. I arched my back at the sudden contact.

"Mmmm," she hummed, "I was right. Sit on my lap this instant," she commanded.

Excitement rushed through my body; I did as Hermione asked. Then, without exchanging another word, she lavished my hardened nipples with light kisses and flicks of her tongue. I placed my hands on the back of her head.

More.

I felt the younger woman smile. She began to suck and bite more forcefully. I called out in pleasure.

"Good girl," I husked.

It was Hermione's turn to moan as she heard my words of praise and she continued to roll my nipples between her thumb and forefinger as her tender lips met my own once more. I bit her playfully and pushed her back so that she was lying down beneath me.

Get up, take off your robe and lay down on the bed.

I discarded my robe and climbed over the now naked Hermione, parting her legs with my own, exposing her sex, and ran my fingers up and down her thigh until her hips were rocking uncontrollably.

Please Lilith.

I still haven't touched you little witch.

I dipped my fingers into Hermione's throbbing entrance, just once, to coat my fingers in her arousal, and I pushed them over her clitoris.

Merlin!

Lilith parted Hermione's legs further, our hips now only inched apart and moving in unison. I ran my finger over her again, this time in circular motions, and faster. She began to pant, and her eyebrows furrowed as her hips probed for more. But I wasn't going to give more. Not yet. Not until Hermione begged for me. I pulled my hand away and licked my fingers, moaning at the delicious taste of her pleasure. Hermione watched and tried to squeeze her legs together, but she couldn't, not while I had her trapped beneath my hips.

Lilith! Please!

With that, I lowered my body so that Hermione could feel my hot breath on her core and stayed there for a moment, watching my lover writhe in anticipation. Then I licked from her entrance, all the way up to her desperate clit, pressing my tongue flatly, forcefully. A jolt of pleasure shot through Hermione's muscular body, then another, then another, until her hips had found a rhythm that suited the both of us. She pulled my hair and moaned my name until she neared the crest of pleasure.

Not yet.

Please Lilith, Please, I am so close-

I pulled away and in an instant Hermione began to grind the air in desperation. I smiled.

No. You will come when I say- do you understand?

"Lilith! You're so cruel!" Hermione whined. It was so erotic; I felt the heat between my legs peak. I needed her touch.

I want you to touch me.

Hermione, in her infinite frustration, was not gentle, but I liked it rough- she had no idea. My mind flashed to that of Bella, her sneer as I begged for her. She would call me her good slut as I worshiped her with my tongue. I push those thoughts away. Hermione was so much more attentive, gentle and teasing. Bella could be somewhat of a blunt instrument at times, then again, it was her aggression that I found so irresistible.

Hermione had mounted me; she pushed her thigh between my legs and began to move her hips over my slick folds. I moaned; the pleasure was incredible and tore me away from my thoughts of the other witch. Hermione's pleasure was mounting too, her motions becoming erratic and increasing in speed.

She looked into my eyes for reassurance. Come for me, Hermione.

The woman's mouth fell open as she orgasmed, her eyes closed and her body shook, it was magnificent. She disentangled herself from my body, and lay next to me, satisfied, exhausted. My climax would have to wait, but I had no issue with that, I knew that the woman was tired from her journey, a journey I would likely find out about tomorrow, and reassured myself that soon she would be able to endure more, develop more delicacy and dexterity, rather than functioning solely on raw teenage wanting. Yes, Hermione showed immense promise as a lover, but as a witch, even more so. I vowed that night that I would teach her everything that I knew and help her on her life path, a soul journey like no other.

I pulled a blanket over her, blew out the final candle and, as birds began to call, and the sun threatened its rays into the reddening sky, and I too, fell asleep.