After the time spent with Bella in the TA office on Thursday, the weekend passed by in a blur. Hermione hadn't had an opportunity to run into her professor to discuss the new discovery Ginny had made her aware of. She didn't have her phone number and she surely wasn't going to ask Andy or Draco for it. She could've sent her an email but that would've been lame. Another option would be to just show up at her house since she did know the location but Hermione would never have had the guts to do that. She wanted so many different things from Bella and she didn't know where to start. She now knew the extent of this woman's knowledge, power and influence in the world of museums but Hemrione didn't want her for that. She also didn't want her just for sex. She couldn't put her finger on it but she felt connected to Bella on a deeper level and there was honestly no reason for this feeling. This woman had been her idol for the entirety of her museum run in Europe and Asia and she couldn't believe that she had slept with her. Hermione never would've had the guts to approach her at the bar if she knew who she was. Never in her wildest dreams did she think she would ever meet let alone sleep with Druella Rosier. Now, Hermione was obsessed with finding out the meaning behind her pseudonym, why she never showed her face with her exhibits or on social media, the real reason why she came back to London and so many more questions. Though she would be lying to herself if she said the thought of sleeping with her Professor wasn't always lingering in the back of her mind. She almost gave in on Thursday until they were interrupted by Ginny. Maybe sex wasn't in the cards for them anymore and Hermione would have to be okay with that. "I'm going to try to talk to her after class today," she had decided as she was in her room getting dressed. No teasing, no innuendos, no almost kissing, just talking.
Draco was the one ready first Monday morning, knocking on their door and letting himself in, "oi! Granger. We can't be late. My aunt will kill us."
Ginny exited her room first, "why didn't you tell us your aunt was Madam Rosier?"
"Why does that matter? My Aunt is more than just a name."
"Have you not met my roommate?" Ginny rolled her eyes, "she's only been crushing on her for as long as I've known her. You can't expect me to believe that she's never talked to you about how much she respects and adores her work."
"She might have mentioned her once or twice," Draco swallowed, "it's just weird. She's my aunt. I don't like when my friends get all gushy for her. I don't like to think of my aunt as a sexual being. It's weird. I don't think I'd be comfortable with any of my friends hooking up with my aunt, either of them. I've seen the way people look at my Aunt Andy, too."
"It's not our fault your aunts are drop dead gorgeous goddesses. I'm sure Hermione has fantasized about Professor Black on many occasions. What if your Aunt was her one night stand?"
"Ew," Draco's eyes went wide and he covered his ears. "Enough. I don't want to hear anything else about my aunts and sex."
Ginny shrugged, "fair enough," she turned and knocked on Hermione's closed door, "let's go. Your crush is waiting for you and Draco wants to hear all about your sexual fantasies featuring his aunt that you've had for the past seven years."
"I do not," Draco spoke up, "I did not say that, Granger. I don't want to know anything."
Hermione exited her room wearing a pair of simple light gray trousers and a baby blue peasant blouse, "I have not been lusting after your aunt and even if I was I would never admit anything to you." She slung her bag over her shoulder as they set off for the coffee cart.
"That's all I can ever ask for," Draco smiled. A silence fell over the group as they made their way to the cart, "I probably should've told you about my aunt."
Hermione and Ginny both looked at him and said "probably," in unison.
"It's not my story to tell," he shrugged, "if you get close with her I'm sure she'll be happy to answer any of your questions."
"Oh," Ginny smirked, "Hermione was very close to her during her office hours. Sitting on the same side of the desk, sharing secrets."
"Ew," Draco gagged, "no."
"We were not," Hermione shoved her friends, "we were grading the Art History essays and I suggest you shut your mouth," she glared at Ginny, "I could always recommend a lower grade for yours."
"Fine," Ginny relented as they reached her building, "I'm done. I'll see the two of you later."
They stayed behind and made sure Ginny made it into the building before turning and heading to their own building. The walk was quiet, just enjoying the beginning of fall on campus. When they got to the room, they took their seats and waited for class to begin. Hermione took out her notebook and started reviewing her notes from last week's class and looked up when she heard a familiar voice address the class. "Good morning students. As you can see I am not Professor Black," Dean McGonagall entered the class room. "She was called away on business for the week and won't be available for class today or for any consultations for the rest of the week. Ms. Granger, I'll need to speak with you regarding Art History 1 after class. She hopes to be back next week but that remains to be seen." She pulled out her laptop and projected it into the smart board. "I have Professor Black's PowerPoint for this week and I will guide you through it. Now, mind you, I'm not a historian so bear with me while we figure all of this out together."
Hermione felt an immediate disappointment course through her body. "No," she thought, "I finally worked up the nerve to speak with her in full and coherent sentences and she's not even going to be here this week. Well fuck me." Hermione tried her best to pay attention to the lecture but her mind kept wandering back to Bella. The hour slipped by and Hermione hadn't gained a single new piece of information. "Oh well," Hermione internally groaned, "maybe next week." She started gathering her stuff and told Draco to go ahead and she'd meet him in the library. "You wanted to see me?" She approached the Dean as she shut down her computer and switched off the smart board.
"Yes," she smiled at the young woman in front of her. "Professor Black spoke very highly of you and your abilities and she said that she would be comfortable with you leading the Art History 1 lectures this week. She is confident in your ability to impart wisdom unto the students." She saw a hint of a smile on Hermione's face. "Yes, you should be smiling. From what I've come to learn about Professor Black, she doesn't give out very many compliments. She trusts you to lead the Art History class for the next week. Hopefully not longer than that but she wasn't entirely sure."
"Can I ask what the emergency was? Everything seemed okay on Thursday when she stopped by during my office hours." Hermione tried to keep the worried look off of her face but was sure she was failing miserably.
The Dean gave her a tight lipped smile, "I can only assure you that it's not a health issue, it was some sort of big mix up at the museum and had to leave the country. I know nothing more than that I'm afraid. She did leave me her cell number to give to you only to be used in an emergency regarding class," she handed Hermione a folded over note that was sealed, "I trust you to follow her instructions." Hermione took the note and nodded. "In the meantime, if any questions arise or any students get out of line, you know where my office is." The Dean gathered up her stuff and headed towards the door, "thank you Ms. Granger. This really will be a great opportunity for you to stretch your teaching muscles."
After the older lady left the room, Hermione chuckled to herself and said to no one, "what a strange comparison. Teaching muscles." She took the letter out, opened it and read:
Ms. Granger,
Thank you for taking on the Art History 1 class for me. I would not have asked for these special accommodations had it not been an extenuating circumstance. I intend to be back in time for class next Monday morning. If for some reason I can not be there, I hope that you'll be able to carry out this arrangement a little longer.
Unlike you, I have decided to grace you with my number. In case anything comes up with any of the students or you have a problem accessing my powerpoints, text me and I can walk you through the scenarios. Please text before calling as I will screen all of my calls.
I don't anticipate you having problems with any of the students as they are all adults and should behave accordingly. Though watch out for Red, she seems like she'll try to pull something over on you. Don't let any of them walk all over you.
If for some reason, you find yourself thinking about me outside of class hours or want to text for something a little more fun than class, I'm available for that as well. Any time of the day or night, I'll be ready for your text. I'm quite adept over the phone, I assure you. I can assist you with ALL of your needs.
Take care,
Bella
"How is it possible for her to be professional and completely inappropriate in one small letter?" Hermione sighed, folded the note and stuffed it into her bag.
When Hermione got to the library she saw Draco in their usual spot, "hey," she whispered as she slid into the chair across from him.
"What did McGonagall want?" He slid Hermione an ice coffee after making sure the librarian wasn't anywhere around.
"Andy doesn't care if we drink here. You act like she isn't your aunt," Hermione laughed. She gladly took a sip from the beverage. "Thank you."
Draco waved off the thanks, "well?"
"Oh the Dean?" When he rolled his eyes, she continued, "she wanted to tell me that your aunt was called away on business for the week, maybe longer she's not sure. She told me that Professor Black left me in charge of the Art History 1 class," she smiled, "so I have to prepare." Hermione pulled out her laptop and opened up her email. There was a very professional email from Bella with the class instructions and the PowerPoint slides. Included in the email was also the instructions on how to connect to the smart board. "Seems like your aunt has thought of everything. I'm just going to look over the lessons real fast to familiarize myself with them and then we can get started on our project?"
"Sounds good," Draco responded, not looking up from his phone.
"Tell Harry I said hi," Hermione chuckled.
"Is it that obvious?" Draco blushed.
"Only idiots in love stare longingly at their text messages," she playfully rolled her eyes.
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The week passed by without any complications. Hermione had fixed her resolve that she wouldn't use Bella's phone number for any reason, professional or otherwise. Thankfully everything ran smoothly while teaching that she didn't need to contact her Professor. Friday night, Hermione was hanging out at home alone. Draco and Harry were out on a date and Ginny said she was going to the bar. She asked the brunette to accompany her but Hermione politely declined. She said that she just wanted to have a relaxing night at home alone. Ginny and Draco finally stopped asking questions about her one night stand so it was easier to avoid thinking about her Professor in that type of way.
That was until Hermione had two glasses of wine during her alone time. She was spending the night having some wine and reading a new thriller that just came out. After devouring her book, she took her second glass of wine into the bath with her. She wasn't feeling tipsy until the warm water and bubble bath seeped into her pores. "I wonder if she's thinking about me?" Hermione asked out loud, biting her lower lip, her thoughts suddenly rocketing back to the first encounter with her Professor. This line of thinking was exactly what she had been trying to avoid. She didn't know why but she desperately hoped that her Professor had been thinking about her this week. The longer she had to process who Druella Rosier was, the more shocked she was that she actually wanted to sleep with her in the first place. Hermione was nobody, just a student. Bella (Druella) was established, widely known and award winning. "What could she possibly see in me?" Hermione groaned and rested her head against the back of the tub. "Still," she continued her monologue to no one, "she keeps propositioning me. Maybe I'm just a good fuck. Take what you want then leave?" Hermione shook her head, "no I'm not that good in bed. Who am I kidding?" She finished her bath feeling a little more tipsy when she got back to her room. She put on a pair of sleep shorts and a tank top and got into her plush bed. Hermione looked at the time on her phone, "hmm it's almost midnight. I should just go to bed," all reasonable logic fled from her thoughts as she opened up her contacts and her finger hovered over the newest contact titled Professor. Of course she only had it in there for emergency purposes. "Fuck it," she clicked the name open and selected text, "if she doesn't respond I'll go to bed and pretend I never texted her."
11:54pm
Hey.
Hermione groaned at her stupidity. "Hey? That was really the best I could come up with. Fucking hell." She put her phone down and scooted further into her bed, laying back against her pillows. She jumped slightly when she felt her phone vibrate.
11:55pm
Who is this?
Hermione didn't know what to say. She shouldn't have texted her and was just about to block her number when another message from Bella came through.
11:57pm
You can possibly convince me that you have a teaching emergency at this hour on Friday night, Hermione.
Hermione could swear she felt Bella smirking through the phone. Of course she wouldn't make this easy. She sucked it up and sent her Professor another message.
11:59pm
How did you know it was me? I could've just been one of your many late nights booty calls.
12:00am
What makes you think I have any other booty calls besides you?
12:01am
I don't think about you that way or think about your potential booty calls. I was just seeing if you were coming back to class on Monday.
12:01am
Sure. I almost believe that. Okay so do you want to pretend this is about class? I can ask you how everyone behaved this week or we can just skip that and get to the real reason you sent me a text at midnight.
Hermione didn't have a chance to respond because another message from Bella came through before she could create a witty comeback.
12:02am
Did you miss me?
12:03am
I suppose your presence was missed by a few of the students.
12:04am
That's not what I asked.
Hermione gulped, her cheeks flushing. "She can't see the blush. Just lie to her."
12:05am
I asked if you missed me, pet.
"Lie," Hermione was screaming at herself. "Abort the mission and stop texting back." She was wrestling with herself when another message came through.
12:07am
Because I think you did miss me. And I think you might be a little drunk. I didn't expect you to use my number but the liquid courage was just enough to put you past your boundaries and send me a message. Now tell me, have you been thinking about me?
12:09am
Yes
12:10am
Good girl.
"Fuck," Hermione's head hit her pillow. Two simple words cause a flood between her thighs. "It's just the alcohol," she assured herself. She looked over at her bedside table and saw her vibrator reminding herself she needed to start putting it away before Ginny saw it. Hermione wanted to ask about her pseudonym and so many other questions but all rational thought went flying out the window when her pulse started beating between her legs. "The things this woman can do to me in a fucking text message. I'm so screwed." A series of messages came through that had Hermione panting:
12:14am
How far do you want to take this pet? Do you want me to tell you exactly what I'd do to you if I was there? Do you want to know how I pleasure myself every night? Do you want me to coax you into the abyss with just my words? I don't have to be in the room with you to know that you are already dripping for me.
12:14am
Fuck the thought of you in bed wet and wanting. God id give anything to be there right now to lick you into submission. Have you beg for release just to deny you the pleasure that you've been denying me these past few weeks.
12:15am
Fuck I've already pleasured myself tonight and you've gotten me worked up again, pet. Was that your agenda? Text me just so I could think about your delicious cunt?
"Holy fuck," Hermione was breathing heavy, her hand already in her pants, making quick tight circles around her clit, trying to relieve some of the pressure that was building. Finally she got the nerve and texted back.
12:18am
Come over? Ginny's gone for the night and my fingers and vibrator aren't cutting it anymore.
She hurried up and pressed the send button before she had the chance to second guess herself. "Fuck," she moaned out, entering herself with two fingers roughly, rutting against her palm. Her nipples were painfully hard and was cursing having to hold her phone. She never felt a need like this before. She needed to release her tension whether Bella came over or not.
12:19am
I'm not in London, pet. Believe me… I'd be there if I could be. Fuck. I want you so bad.
Another message from Bella came through.
12:21am
Are you touching yourself?
12:22am
Yes. I'm buried inside myself. Wishing it was your fingers. I'm so close.
12:23am
And if I told you to stop?
That was all it took. One simple command from the dark haired beauty and her body tensed, pushing herself over the edge. A rush of new liquid poured out of her core as she continued thrusting into herself lightly, bringing herself back to the present.
12:26am
Did you cum, pet?
12:28am
I tried to stop but I couldn't help myself.
12:29am
It's okay this time. Next time though, you don't get to cum until I give your permission. Is that clear?
12:30am
Yes ma'am.
12:32am
Good girl. Now get some sleep. I'll be home soon. We have a lot to talk about.
12:33am
Goodnight Professor.
12:34am
Sweet dream, pet.