Hope your enjoying the story so far. Now the aftermath of their first evening together

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I woke up the next day feeling a bit sore between the legs but all in all not too bad thanks to the Professors potions. Enjoying the private bathroom accorded to me as head girl I lowered my body into a searing hot bath and felt the warm water help with the rest of the tender pains.

I took the liberty to remember the night before, gods to finally have the professor inside of me.

My mind was overcome with flashbacks of the evening, every word the Professor said, how brutal he was tearing into my body for the first time and how he left bruises in the wake of violent attentions. And yet I loved it. The feelings that this treatment wrought inside of me. I felt cleansed afterwards, my mind was clear. Free from the torment of worry and heavy responsibilities that I have been suffering of late. Though what does it say about me that I enjoyed a scenario that was supposed to be sick and depraved enough that Voldemort himself would enjoy? Was I as sick and depraved as Voldemort?

Tearing up out of the bath at that logical conclusion I threw up my stomach lining into the sink. No wonder the professor turfed me out so quickly last night, he couldn't stand the sight of me after realising what I was. Washing my face and brushing my teeth I tried to muster the courage to face the day. Great double potions this morning….

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I watched the stream of students file in the door way and fill the benches, looking eagerly for the mistress of both of my misery and desire. She shuffled in, looking very morose and withdrawn she took a seat at the back. The rest of the golden trio wandered in and taking seats next to her they asked her questions of concern about missing breakfast. She managed to brush them off with stories of a stomach bug. They both seemed satisfied with her answer and went off the collect their ingredients for this assignment I prepared on the board. During the lecture part of the lesson I asked the class questions that I knew for a fact she knew the answers too but she did not raise her hand. By now everyone was glancing at Hermione, speculating the reasons for her lack of usual spirited participation.

I dismissed the class and as they were packing down I called out to her to stay back and see me.

She shuffled over to my desk and refused to make eye contact, holding her potions text book tight to her chest. I wondered if the reason for this troubled mind was what I wondered last night, whether her newly discovered sexual submissive nature was the cause of her confusion and distress.

'Miss Granger I would like you to join me in my study, will you come and have a conversation with me?'.

'But sir, I have transfiguration now'.

'I will let Professor McGonagall know that you are feeling unwell and that I am administering a stomach relief potion, you have already indicated to your friends you were feeling unwell'.

'Yes sir, I would like that'.

'Very well follow me'.

She seemed slightly encouraged by my wanting to have conversation with her, I think she thought I would yell at her for her behaviour in class.

I gestured at her to take chesterfield armchair on the left and I took the one on the right. Her head pivoted around her as she took in the collection of leather bound books in my possession.

Smirking at her reaction I took the liberty to prepare some tea for the both of us.

She shook her head when I offered her a cup and so I put it on the tray and cast a warming charm on it in case she changed her mind.

'Miss Granger, would I be too presumptuous in thinking that your evidently troubled mind is in reaction to your enjoying of our little act last night?'.