Hermione Granger rolled over under impossibly soft crisp black bed sheets. The pillowy down black comforter provided warmth from the chilly air conditioning that was blowing through the room. Her eyes slowly opened and she sighed feeling the softness of the sheets caress her skin. "Oh no," she thought suddenly as memories of the previous evening came rushing back to her. She dared to look under the covers, "perfect." As expected, she was naked and her heart was racing. One night stands weren't something she usually took part in but her friends had convinced her to just get it out of her system. It had been over a year since Hermione had slept with anyone and her friends were tired of her constant bitching. She had an itch that needed to be taken care of and threw caution to the wind. Hermione went to a bar outside of the little college town she lived in and caught eyes with a beautifully captivating woman who wooed her in all the right ways. The evening was a near religious experience for Hermione. She never had a lover be so attentive and gracious. She couldn't count the number of orgasms that were shared between the two of them throughout the course of the night but Hermione could say both women fell asleep completely satiated in a mass of sweaty limbs. "I can't believe I fell asleep," she groaned internally, taking a quick look over her shoulder, wild curly black hair obstructing the face of the captivating woman. "At least I can't see her face as I leave," she had never been good at sneaking out. Just another reason why she didn't do one night stands.
Hermione slowly and carefully picked up the arm that was loosely wrapped around her abdomen and slid out from underneath it. Holding her breath she climbed out of the bed hoping she didn't disturb the still sleeping woman. A sigh of relief washed over her when the woman mumbled and shifted, rolling over onto her back. The sheet moved with her exposing her upper body and Hermione's breath hitched. Hair moved from her face and Hermione saw the soft expression of sleep as the woman slowly breathed and soft snores were heard which prompted the brunette to move once more. She grabbed her underwear and remembered they didn't make it past the evening. They were a casualty of war as they laid on the floor ripped next to her equally destroyed bra. "It was worth it," she recalled the overzealous nature of her lover as the undergarments were cut from her body.
Hermione took a moment to let her eyes sweep across the endless pale skin leading down the swoop of her perfectly sized breasts and dusky pink nipples. The small buds were excited from the cool AC and it was almost enough to have Hermione say fuck it and climb back in the bed. This woman was a goddess. There was no other way to describe her. "No," she internally chastised herself as she went around the room silently getting dressed like a ninja, "one night stand means exactly that." She finished getting dressed and hurried to leave the woman's house before she woke up.
Hermione got back to her shared apartment in the college district in record speed. The walk back turned out to be only 15 minutes. "Thank heavens for GPS," Hermione said to nobody as she followed the turn by turn directions her phone was dictating to her. It was the first day of her classes for the new semester and she was determined to get a shower and wash away the remnants of the perfect sex from last night. At the age of 25 she was going into her first year of her Doctoral program. Arriving back at her flat, she quietly made her way inside hopeful that it was early enough her roommate wouldn't be awake yet. A sigh of relief escaped when she saw the living room empty and hurried to her room.
"So," a smug voice came from down the hall before she could close the door to her room, "did you get lucky last night?"
"Now is really not the time, Ginny," Hermione rolled her eyes and tried to shut the door but her red headed roommate was too quick for her. "Seriously. I need to get a shower and we both have class in an hour."
"Did you finally take my advice?" She gave her a knowing smile. "Scratched that itch?"
"Yes," Hermione sighed, relenting, "I had sex last night." She rolled her eyes when the excited little squeal came out of her friend.
"Well how was it?"
"Ginny," Hermione groaned, "it was a one time thing. Just scratching an itch. I didn't even leave my number. Never even told her my name. She just called me 'pet' all night."
"Pet?" Ginny smirked, "seems kind of kinky. But how was it?"
Hermione smiled, "it was the best sex I've ever had. Why did the most sexually adept woman turn into my one and only one night stand?"
"Who knows?" Ginny laughed, finally stepping out of the door frame to let her roommate hurry to the shower, "maybe you'll see her again."
"Doubtful," Hermione moved towards the bathroom, "a goddess like that will be snatched up before her bed goes cold."
After a long relaxing shower, Hermione felt cleansed from her night and ready for the first day of class. Being a doctoral student, everyone was expected to be a teaching assistant to a professor in an undergrad class throughout the year. She was a history major with a focus on public history and museum studies. Hermione had loved history from an early age, always begging her parents to take her to museums, exhibits and art shows. She loved learning and when she couldn't be at a museum, she was often in the library absorbing every ounce of knowledge she could get her hands on which is why she worked at the campus library during her downtime to offset some of the cost of her tuition. Hermione had a very busy schedule but she managed to get perfect marks throughout the years and was determined to follow through in this program. "Ready?" She called out from the living room, "we don't want to be late."
"Correction," Ginny came slumping into the living room, "you don't want to be late. I'm perfectly happy to call this whole thing off."
"Your mother would kill you," Ginny rolled her eyes, "plus you don't want to get kicked off the soccer team."
Ginny was a few years behind Hermione and finishing up her last year of undergrad. At 23, Ginny would be the first to admit that university wasn't really for her so much as soccer was. "I'm only here for soccer," she reminded her best friend, "you are the brains in this duo. Don't forget it," she brushed her shoulder against Hermione's, "plus if I'm lucky maybe you'll TA my history class and give me all the test answers early."
"It's doubtful I'll get put in your class. What is it again? An art history class?" Ginny nodded, "and even if I did, you know I wouldn't give you any answers."
"Spoil all my fun," Ginny pouted as she hoisted her bag on her shoulder and they exited the flat, stopping a few doors down and knocking. "Draco, get your ass out here. We are going to be late."
They heard rushing and grumbling coming from behind the door. "Hold on," a voice shouted from inside, followed by a turning of the locks and the door opening revealing a stressed but confident man wearing dress pants with a shirt and tie.
"Aren't you a little over dressed for the first day at class?" Ginny scoffed, eyeing her friend up and down.
"First day of doctoral studies," he corrected her, "can't show up like that." He nodded towards Ginny's gym clothes.
"Children," Hermione stepped in between them, "enough. Let's go. Everyone looks fine," she put her arm through Ginny's and started leading the group towards campus. "Where's Harry this morning?"
"Oh you know him," Draco rolled his eyes but smiled thinking about his dutiful boyfriend, "if he's not in class or sleeping, he's at the gym or at practice." Harry was in Ginny's year and also at University on a soccer scholarship. Draco was a long time friend of Hermione's and the four of them fell into a fast friendship. Once Draco finally admitted his feelings for Harry, the pair had been inseparable.
Hermione on the other hand had no time for a relationship. She was always doing school work or working in the library. Dating never came easy to her though she had a few short flings in her undergrad. The girls never lived up to her expectations. She just figured she was better off alone.
"Hermione finally got laid last night," Ginny announced as they were walking into a crowd of undergrads who all stopped to look.
Draco gasped, "did you really? How was it? Did you get her number? Are you in love?"
Hermione sighed, "first of all I'm not the love at first sight type of lesbian. No, it was a one night thing so I didn't get her number and it was immaculate."
"That glowing of a review and you didn't get her number for seconds?" Draco shook his head. "I'm disappointed in you Granger."
"Maybe I'll have time for a relationship after university," she laughed, "but it was really amazing sex."
"Details?" Ginny smirked.
"Not for a million pounds."
They dropped Ginny off outside of the science building where her first class of the day was. Draco, much to his father's disappointment, was also majoring in history which is how he met Hermione. They became fast friends on the first day of undergrad and have been cohorts since. Hermione noticed an odd look on her friend's face, "what's that look for?" She asked, almost afraid of the answer.
"What look?" Draco schooled his features.
"That look on your face that you get before you are about to do something you don't want to do."
"You know me a little too well," he chuckled. "Well," he scratched behind his ear, "my aunt is in town after years abroad and she can be a little scary. She found a job in London and somehow ended up on the teaching docket here this semester."
"She can't be that scary. Your mum is one of the nicest ladies I've ever met," Hermione tried to reassure her friend that it would be okay.
"Well," Draco sighed, "let's just say Auntie Bellatrix is a little less amiable and a little more assertive than mother." He shook his head when they made it outside of their classroom, "you can be the judge, she's the professor of our first class today. Museum studies," he laughed when her eyebrows shot up, "not so confident now?"
"No," Hermione tried to steady her voice, "it's just this is my most anticipated class and I wasn't prepared for a challenging professor. I'm sure she'll be fine," she waved her friend off as they went inside and took seats in the middle of the room. Perfect penmanship on the white board alluded to the name Professor Black but she hadn't arrived yet. Hermione swallowed the nerves Draco had placed in her head and opened her text, getting lost in the first chapter that she had already read more than once.
"All right students," a husky voice announced as the professor swept into the room only a few moments late, "sorry I'm late, the dean had me in her office giving me a lecture on the first day. I'm Professor Black and most of you will come to hate me especially if you can't even be bothered to pay attention to me when I'm speaking," she smiled as she stepped in front of Hermione's desk waiting for the student to look up. When she did, the surprise on both women's faces was readable across the room. Professor Black swallowed, set her face and turned back walking to the front of the classroom not missing a beat. "This won't be an easy class and I've promised Dean McGongagall that I'd provide a challenge for the doctorate level students. A little bit about myself," she started to talk about her previous experience and Hermione was drawn to the woman at the front of the room. She was wearing a tight black pencil skirt, a white button up blouse, black pantyhose and high heeled mid calf boots. Her long curly hair was pinned up in a bun on the top of her head with a few stray curls framing her face. The professor stopped her spiel only momentarily looking at Hermione to see her eyeing her and smirked. "I've been abroad for the past seven years studying history and art around Europe and Asia. I have worked in many great museums and have curated nationally acclaimed exhibits. I returned to London because quite frankly I missed my family," she stopped to wink at Draco, "and I was offered a curator position locally. Dr. McGonagall reached out to me to see if I'd be interested in a teaching position and I couldn't pass up the opportunity." She walked over to her desk where her laptop was, "enough about me. I have emailed everyone a copy of the syllabus and the expectations of everyone here. If you find it daunting then this isn't the class for you and I suggest you leave before we get started. I expect excellence from everyone here." She paused to see if anyone would leave. Satisfied that they wouldn't, she continued, "that leaves one more housekeeping item before we can begin," she connected her computer to the smart board and a name came up. "Who is this?" She pointed to a single name that came up in big font across the board.
Hermione gulped when Draco nudged her, "that's you mate." She sneered at him before slowly raising her hand, "I'm Hermione Granger."
"Oh good," a sinful smirk crossed the professor's lips, "I was hoping it would be you. Now that I've gotten your attention, maybe you'll give me the pleasure of listening while I speak." She walked over in front of her desk again and looked her in the eyes, "well, Ms. Granger, it appears you are my TA for this semester. Looks like we will be spending a lot of time together."
Professor Black turned and made her way back to the front of the room, heels clicking as she walked back. Hermione let out a breath she didn't know she was holding, "I'm fucked," she thought as the screen changed into a power point and class began. She tried hard to concentrate throughout the lecture as they started with famous museums of the 18th century. Professor Black even stopped the lecture a few times saying things like, "we have to cover this stuff. It's boring as hell but the Dean reinforced my expectations so here we are." Hermione bit her lip as the professor continued to talk casually to her students. She had so many questions about this woman but already felt she knew her on a level that she really shouldn't. Her mind started to wander to the previous night and a blush crept up her cheeks. Draco leaned over noticing her coloring, "you okay Granger? You look a little flushed. If you are getting sick I'm going to need you to move over a seat." He smirked when she shot him a look.
"I'm fine," she growled trying to get him to shut up when the professor looked over at them with a raised eyebrow. "Stop pissing your aunt off, I don't want to give her a reason to hate me before I've had a chance to talk with her."
Draco rolled his eyes and turned his attention back to the smart board. Hermione drowned out the rest of the lecture and paid attention to the slides on the screen in hopes of remaining neutral during the rest of class. "I can do this. It was just one night. We can be professional. Nothing like that will happen again," were the chants looping in Hermione's head for the rest of the lecture.
Professor Black announced the end of class by reminding everyone to go over the syllabus as the homework and assignments were all posted there. "Ms. Granger," she looked up from her desk over a pair of thick rimmed black glasses, "a moment?"
Hermione nodded for Draco to go on, "I'll be there in a minute." She turned around slowly and made her way over stopping in front of the desk. The way the glasses sat on her professor's nose were stirring up feelings she was actively trying to push down. From her angle she also had a perfect view down the front of her shirt. "You wanted to speak with me Professor?"
"My," her voice low with a hint of amusement behind the words, "how proper you are in the light of day."
"Professor," Hermione swallowed, "was there something school related you wished to speak about?"
"Your TA assignment. You'll be with my art history 1 class. It meets later today. The Dean made sure it wouldn't interfere with your other classes and your job." She saw a glimmer of something pass by her student's face. "Is that going to be a problem for you?"
"No," she shook her head. "My friend will be glad that I'm in her class."
"I can trust you not to give her any of the answers, can't I?"
"She'll try," Hermione smiled, "but I'll never crack."
"Good girl," Professor Black said as if it were second nature, causing her student to blush again.
"Professor…"
"Bella," she corrected her, "call me Bella when we aren't in class. Professor makes me feel so old."
"About last night," Hermione looked down to see Bella pushing her glasses up on top of her head, leaning back in her chair, crossing her arms over her chest.
"Are we talking about the multitude of orgasms I provided to you last night or the way you rushed out of the house this morning without even giving me the courtesy of your name and number? After that many orgasms, women are usually inclined to stay for a morning session and breakfast but not you. No, you snuck out and left me with a cold bed and your underwear laying on the floor. Is that what you want to talk about, Ms. Granger?" She raised an eyebrow in a silent challenge.
"Yes," Hermione shook her head, "no. I think we should just try to start over. Clean slate. You are my Professor and I'm your TA. We move on from here."
Bella shrugged her shoulders, "fine," she put her glasses back on the bridge of her nose and went back to her paperwork. "3pm Art History1. Don't be late." Hermione let out a sigh. She had a feeling the year was destined to be long and arduous. She reached out to open the door when her Professor spoke up after her. "Though it's going to be really hard to forget your pleasurable noises and the screaming that came from you as you tumbled into the abyss. Or the way your pussy tightened around my fingers as you climaxed. The way you begged me to fuck you harder and harder until I was sure there headboard was going to crack the wall. The way you left my sheets soaked when you were dripping for me." Hermione turned back to see Bella looking at her with a shit eating grin, "I do so hope I get to experience that again one day."