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After returning from Hogsmeade, Hermione headed straight for the library to begin revising for her NEWTS. It was at a secluded table near the restricted section where her Professor found her, surrounded by books. She hadn't heard him approach, so lost in her reading, that she nearly jumped out of her skin when his silky voice came from behind her.
"Working hard, I see."
She clutched her hand to her chest to calm her pounding heart, and gave him a small smile.
"Yes, I'm afraid I haven't been dedicating as much time as I normally do to my revisions." She answered, noting how he casually leaned against the table as he gazed at her.
"I wonder what it is that could be distracting you so?" he asked, raising an eyebrow at her and giving her a small knowing smirk.
She chuckled at his implication, and allowed the feather quill to brush against her lips enticingly, "I'm sure I have no idea."
She noticed how his knuckles seemed to whiten from grasping the table a bit harder than necessary and she bit back a smirk of her own.
"Was there something you needed, Professor?" she asked innocently
"As a matter of fact, there is. I require you're assistance this evening, if you can find the time." He said cordially, though his eyes were dark with desire.
"Of course, Professor, I'll be sure to…clear my schedule." She answered and watched as he walked away with a nod.
After he left, Hermione found that she couldn't concentrate; she must've read the same sentence over about a dozen times, and it still wasn't registering in her brain. How could she be expected to focus knowing that she would probably be losing her virginity in a matter of hours? The thought then crossed her mind that maybe she should try to look nice for him, but she came up empty handed, having absolutely no clue where to begin. With a sigh, she shoved her books back into her bag and headed to Gryffindor tower to talk to the one person who might be able to help her; Ginny.
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"Oi! Hermione! Two visits in one day! To what do we owe the pleasure? " Ginny said laughing when Hermione stepped through the portrait hole, making a bee line over to where she was seated on the couch.
"I have to ask you something." Hermione said blushing as she took a seat next to her on the couch.
"I'm listening." Ginny said absently as she flipped idly though a copy of Witch Weekly.
"Do you…mow your lawn?" Hermione asked cryptically, and Ginny lowered the magazine, looking at her as if she had sprouted a second head.
"Do I what, now?"
"You know…mow your lawn…um…trim your bush?" Hermione asked blushing in embarrassment. Did she really have to spell it out for her?
"Hermione, are you asking me if I shave my pussy?" Ginny snorted rather loudly.
"Shhh! NO!...maybe. Do you?" Hermione asked in mortification, coving her face with her hands.
Ginny roared with laughter until she had tears in her eyes, while Hermione glared at her.
"Why do you want to know?" she asked when she could finally manage to speak.
"I just…I overheard Lavender talking about it with Pavarti, and it occurred to me I've never even thought about this as something I should or shouldn't consider doing. I mean…is this something guys like?" Hermione explained quickly, hoping Ginny would buy it.
Ginny was eyeballing her suspiciously, until she finally said, "I can't speak for all women, since it's really a matter of personal preference, but I prefer to shave. If I had a sickle for every comment about whether the curtains matched the drapes, I'd be rich." Ginny sighed.
Just then, Harry walked over and plopped down on the couch on the other side of Hermione, and Hermione turned to him thoughtfully biting her lip.
"Harry…you're a guy…" Hermione said quickly, thinking that what she really needed was a guy's opinion.
"Nice of you to notice." Harry chuckled.
"What sort of pubic hair do you find attractive on a woman?" She asked bluntly
Harry choked on the sip of water he had just taken not having anticipated that question coming from Hermione, of all people.
"Oh…uh…I dunno? I haven't thought about it much I guess." Harry said awkwardly, blushing as he looked at the two girls beside him, "Why?"
"Well, we were having a bit of a debate about it just now; some women shave, some don't…I was wondering what a guy actually prefers." Hermione shrugged.
"I can't say really, I mean different blokes are into different sorts of things I guess. I suppose if I had a choice, I'd say shaved?" Harry offered sheepishly.
It was Ginny who choked this time.
"Although maybe you should get a second opinion…Oi! Ron! Hermione wants to know what sort of pubic hair you like?" Harry shouted across the common room to Hermione's mortification.
Ron looked up in surprise before he blushed as red as his hair and admitted, "I kinda like that landing strip thing."
"Really didn't need to know that." Ginny muttered under her breath beside her as she massaged her temples.
Thoroughly embarrassed now, Hermione nodded then stood up, making her way to the door, mouthing 'your welcome' to Lavender on her way out.
By the time she reached her room, she decided that since Tom already knew she wasn't shaved, she probably shouldn't go that route, and just tidy things up a bit instead. She filled her bath with warm water, adding a bit of vanilla bath oil to it, and sunk into it. She washed her hair, and shaved her legs and underarms before she climbed out and wrapped herself in a large fluffy towel. She padded over to her bureau and frowned as she rifled through her assortment of underthings. Nothing she owned could even remotely be classified as sexy; her panties were either plain white cotton, or pale pink with little bows on them. She bit her lip as she pulled out a pair of pink knickers with a matching bra and a smile slowly spread across her lips; she wasn't a witch for nothing! She grabbed her wand and tapped the bra changing the color from pale pink to a more daring black, and then repeated the spell on the knickers.
Perfect. While she may be virginal and demure, her underthings definitely said 'fuck me'
With a last look in the mirror, she put on the same clothes she had been wearing earlier so as to not draw any undue suspicion, and headed towards the Defense classroom. By the time she reached the door and slipped inside, her stomach was literally in knots. Would they work up to it, or would he just order her to strip the moment she stepped through the door?
As she approached the wall, she quietly gave his password, and watched as the entrance to his private rooms appeared from what had previously been solid wall.
She took a deep breath and pushed open the door, "Hello?" she called timidly as she stepped inside.
"In here." She heard him call from the adjoining room, so she followed the sound of his voice, not surprised to see him sitting behind his desk grading essays.
When she stepped into the room, he looked up and gave her a small smile as his eyes raked over her form. When he didn't immediately say anything, she started to wonder if he had changed his mind.
"If it's not a good time, I can go…" she offered nervously, her eyes darting from his face to her feet, then back again.
"Of course not, please…" he stood, gesturing for her to take a seat on his couch. She moved over to the couch and took a seat, tucking one leg beneath her out of habit. When he approached her and handed her a stack of essays, she looked up in confusion.
"If you could start on these, I'd very much appreciate it." He said giving her another small smile.
What the hell?
"You want me to grade essays?" she asked, looking up at him with a look of bewilderment on her face.
"Yes, I did say I required your assistance this evening, did I not?" he replied, raising his brows expectantly.
"Yes, but I thought you were trying to be clever." She answered in annoyance.
Tom chuckled at her impatience, "Hermione, you'll find that I am usually very direct. If I had asked you here for sex, I would have told you that I wanted to bend you over that couch and fuck you into the middle of next week."
Just as soon as he'd said it, the image of him pressing her down over the arm of the couch while he slammed into her from behind popped into her head, and her mouth suddenly went dry.
"Have you changed your mind since you agreed to assist me this afternoon?" he asked raising an eyebrow in challenge.
She swallowed thickly, and shook her head, "No, of course I'm happy to help." She said dazedly.
How had she so thoroughly misinterpreted his invitation? Was he really expecting her to sit here on the other side of the room reading first year essays as if he hadn't made her come on his desk the night before? Apparently so.
She gave a small sigh and grasped the stack of parchment he had given her in annoyance.
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Two hours had passed in near silence, aside from the intermittent scratching of a quill against parchment. Two hours of sneaking covert glances, and his words, 'I would have told you that I wanted to bend you over that couch and fuck you into the middle of next week' still running through her mind. Sitting on his couch grading essays for the last two hours had done little to dampen her libido, in fact, she was so turned on, it was bordering on uncomfortable. If only she could get him to touch her…
An idea began to form in her mind, and a she had to bite back a smirk. She set down the stack of essays she had been working on, and untucked her leg from beneath her as she stretched her neck, moving her hands up to massage her shoulders. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw his hand still on the parchment. Perfect.
"Everything alright?" he asked from his seat at the desk.
She bit her lip in what she hoped was an enticing manner, "Actually, Tom, my neck is a bit sore."
She watched as a small frown formed on his face before he removed his wire-rimmed glasses and stood to make his way over to where she sat.
"You should've said something sooner." He said as he motioned for her to turn around and settled himself behind her. When she felt his fingers make contact with the bare skin of her neck, she moaned and let her eyes slip shut.
He chuckled deeply from behind her, "I know what you're doing."
She turned to look at him slowly, and arched an eyebrow at him feigning innocence, "I'm not sure what you mean."
The corner of his lips twitched when he noticed she had unbuttoned the top two buttons of her shirt, allowing him a glimpse of her black bra.
"Remove your blouse." He commanded
Without needing to be told twice, her fingers quickly moved over the remaining buttons, popping them open so that she could shrug the offending material off of her shoulders.
When she felt his lips graze her shoulder blade as his fingers ran along her bra strap, she shuddered, feeling wetness pool between her thighs.
"Tom…" she whimpered, her hands seeking him out behind her as the intense need to touch him took over.
"What do you want, Hermione?" He whispered against her neck in a voice that promised to deliver on every wicked fantasy she could imagine.
Once again, his words from earlier ran through her mind, and she couldn't stop them before they left her mouth, "I want you to bend me over and fuck me into the middle of next week."
He chuckled at her enthusiasm, "Much as I would enjoy that, Hermione, I'm not sure you're ready for that just yet."
Before the feeling of disappointment could settle over her, he reached his hand out to her and said, "Come, your first time should be in a bed."
She looked up at him from beneath her lashed as she grasped his hand, nervousness warring with excitement in her belly.
She followed him into the bedroom. The room was fairly small, dominated mostly by a large queen-size four poster bed, decorated in a dark navy blue. As they entered, the sconces flared to life, emitting a warm glow. When he turned to face her, her stomach did a backflip. This was it. She was about to lose her virginity to her Defense professor.
"Are you nervous?" he asked as he brushed his knuckles over her cheek.
Not trusting herself to speak, she bit her lip and gave a small nod.
"Relax, Hermione" he said soothingly as he pulled her against his chest and brushed his lips over hers. The contact ignited a spark of desire that she felt all the way down to her toes, and her hands moved up of their own accord to tangle in his curly black hair. She felt her bra straps sliding over her arms as the kiss grew more heated, and she suddenly felt like she needed to be even closer.
She guided him towards the bed, pulling him down on top of her. Kissing she had done, though she never really 'made out' with a boy before, and she understood now why so many risked getting detentions or losing house points while sneaking out to do it…it felt fucking fantastic.
Hearing him groan kicked her libido into high gear, and she rocked her hips forward seeking relief where she needed it most. His fingers dug into her waist as his hips rolled into hers, allowing her to feel how hard he was.
"I want you…" she breathed as she moved against him, a small gasp escaping her when she felt his lips close over her hardened nipple.
"Patience…" he chuckled, giving her a small nip with his teeth, causing her to cry out.
"Please…" she begged.
His eyes snapped up to hers, and his hand moved to the waistband of her jeans, "Take these off." He ordered as he rolled off of her, leaning up on an elbow to watch.
Her hands moved quickly to unzip her jeans, and his hand landed over hers causing her to still, "Do it slowly…"
Oh…So he wanted a show…
She bit her lip shyly again, and kept her gaze locked with his as she flicked open the button of her jeans and slowly lowered the zip. His eyes were dark with desire as he watched her lift her hips and push her jeans slowly over them, revealing her black satin panties.
"Black, my favorite color. Now take them off." He said in a husky tone.
She slid her knickers over her hips, kicking them off to join her jeans on the floor, leaving her completely naked before him.
"Beautiful" he whispered as he leaned over her to place a chaste kiss against her stomach.
When he continued moving south, her breath hitched. He wasn't going to…
Oh, yes he was.
Her back arched up off the bed when she felt his tongue delve into her, seeking out her clit.
"Ahh! Gods!" she cried out, grasping fistfuls of his bedsheets as he lapped at her.
Just when she felt like she couldn't take anymore and was about to explode, he pulled away kneeling between her legs, and she wanted to cry at the sudden loss; his hands moved to the buttons of his shirt, slowly revealing himself to her.
"Touch yourself, Hermione, I want to watch you."
Any other time, she would have been embarrassed, except that she was so turned on after what he had just done, not to mention that he was currently gazing at her like a predator while he removed his clothes, that she slipped her hand down between her legs, while his hands moved to his belt.
Her eyes greedily took in the sight of him before her, noting how much better he looked in the flesh than what she had imagined…his body was toned and firm, with a trail of dark hair that disappeared into the waistband of his trousers. His eyes remained locked with hers, as he pushed his pants down over his hips, and he smirked at her reaction to seeing his manhood.
"It'll fit, I assure you." He said chuckling as moved back down to capture her lips once again.
Her pulse was beating like a hummingbird's wings against her ribcage when she felt the tip of his cock probing her entrance. She lifted her hips towards him, feeling his hardness slide against her clit, and moaned into his neck. As soon as he felt her body relax, he flexed his hips forward entering her in one swift stroke and then stilled. She cried out sharply as he'd entered her, not prepared for the sudden invasion that left her feeling filled completely. The pain was sharp at first, but quickly faded to a dull ache that throbbed uncomfortably around his cock.
A tear leaked from the corner of her eye, and he wiped it away as he lowered his lips to hers.
"I need to move now" he breathed against her lips as she nodded, clutching his shoulders so tightly she was sure that she'd left crescent shaped marks from her nails.
He pulled almost all the way out of her before slowly sliding back in, letting out a shuddering breath. After the first few times, she began to meet his thrusts, feeling a spark of pleasure as it began to overshadow the pain.
He kissed her hungrily, as he picked up his pace, moving a hand down to where they were joined to circle her clit. She bucked her hips at the new sensation, and cried out; she felt something beginning to build up pushing her higher and higher, towards what, she didn't know.
"Please don't stop…" she breathed against his neck as she felt her body tensing up…
"Come for me, Hermione…"
Those whispered words was all it took to send her over the edge, her release causing her to cry out as she felt the tension leaving her as if she was an elastic band that had suddenly snapped; distantly she heard him growl in her ear as he pumped into her a few more times before he stiffened, and climaxed inside of her. She lay beneath him, her arms going slack as she tried to catch her breath and slow her rapidly beating heart. It was strange to feel so sated while at the same time feeling as if she'd just ran a marathon. He pulled out of her, and rolled onto his back beside her breathing heavily, as he looked over at her with a crooked grin.
"Did that meet your expectations?" he chuckled knowing full well it surely must have, if her orgasm was anything to go by.
She turned to meet his eyes, giving him what she was sure was probably a goofy grin, while trying to suppress the ridiculously happy feeling in her chest, "More than…is it always like that?"
He gave her a knowing smirk, "It gets even better."
Her brows rose at that; she had never felt that kind of pleasure in her life, she couldn't imagine feeling any more.
"Next time it'll hurt less…and there are lots of other positions besides this one." he explained and she nodded biting her lip.
Her mind immediately went into overdrive imagining all the different ways he could make love to her, and she idly wondered what he preferred.
"What way do you like best?" she asked looking up at him with a naughty smirk, and he snorted.
"Oh no you don't…You're going to be sore for a few days, I imagine."
She frowned petulantly. The thought of having to wait a few more days now that she knew how amazing sex with him was, was not something she wanted to do.
"I'm sure there's a potion that could-"
"No. You will rest now, no arguments." He said sternly as he dropped a kiss on her forehead and rolled out of bed, pulling on his trousers.
"Where are you going?" she asked feeling a tad bereft.
"I have quite a bit of grading still to do. You can use the shower if you like."
Somehow, despite how elated she felt only moments ago, she now felt kind of cheated. Wasn't there supposed to be cuddling in bed after sex?
"Can't I persuade you to stay in bed a little longer?" she said biting her lip and looking at him uncertainly.
He sighed and sat down beside her on the edge of the bed.
"Hermione, I don't want to mislead you as to the nature of our relationship. I thought we discussed this?"
The sting of rejection she felt would have had the same effect as if he'd slapped her.
"Fine, I'll go then." She snapped wanting to leave before she started crying in front of him.
He could see that she was upset and grasped her arms to stop her from leaving.
"Hermione…"
"Let me go, Tom." She said angrily trying as hard as she could to avoid his eyes.
"No, I don't think so. You're upset."
"Damn right I'm upset!" she shouted as she tried to pull out of his grasp.
"Look, I just…I don't do romance. I told you I'm not very good at this. You're my student for Salazar's sake." He sighed raking a hand through his hair.
She stilled at that. Did he regret it?
"I don't regret what we did…do you?" she asked quietly, hoping that he didn't either.
"No." he said instantly, his dark gaze burning into hers, "But you need to keep things in perspective; no one can know about this."
"Of course, I said I wouldn't tell anyone-" she began
He raised an eyebrow at her, "It's not as easy as all that…should you develop…feelings…for me," he said struggling over the word, "Your body language could give you away."
She understood his concern, truly, she did, and he had a valid point. They were in a precarious situation, though there was no way she could sleep with him and not feel something.
Not wanting to fight with him so soon after they'd made love, she nodded.
He seemed to relax as he glanced at the clock, his eyes softening before he spoke again, "It's getting late; you should probably head back to your room…"
She stepped over to him and pulled his face down towards hers for a deep kiss. His arms instinctively wrapped around her waist, and she squealed in delight when he lifted her off her feet mumbling, "Oh, fuck it..." as he carried her into the bathroom with him for a shower.