-1:WARNING: more sex in this chapter, may gross you out!

Chapter 9: A Turning Point

Hermione, Dumbledore, and Draco all stood rooted to the spot. Not knowing what to say, tears streaming down her face. 'Why him, of all the boys in the school? Why Would he do this to me?' Hermione couldn't think straight, all she could say was, "I trusted you!" as she ran out the door, tears burning her cheeks like acid. It hurt, to be betrayed like this. She knew he had liked her sine he'd known her, but honestly. What would lead him to do this?

Hermione threw herself on the bed, the screams muffled by her silver satin pillow cases… wait- her silver pillow cases! This wasn't her room, it was…

"Hermione, why are you in this room?" Draco asked, sitting next to her, rubbing her back. "Don't worry, Dumbledore said it would not happen again." He soothed, massaging her shoulders. Something about Draco's touch it just made her feel nervous inside, like the butterflies she got when she was praised by Professor Valentine… wait! Professor Valentine, he would surely want to know what happened.

"Excuse me, Draco. I need to speak to Professor Valentine." She side stepped him, and instantly he shoulders felt cold with the absence of Draco's warm hands.

Hermione ran down the stairs, taking two at a time, to the dungeons. After four hard raps on the young professor's door, he opened it.

"Miss Granger, what a… surprise! Please come in?" He moved aside to allow the young witch in. His room smelled of vanilla, Hermione's favorite scent. "Please have a seat." she complied by seating herself in the soft loveseat. He handed her a glass of hot chocolate, and sat next to her on the loveseat. "So, to what do I this late, but lovely, visit?" He asked, chuckling a little.

"I'm sorry to bother you, Professor, but we figured out who was committing the sexual assault and I figured you'd want to know."

"Oh really? Well, do tell."

"It was… Neville Longbottom. Apparently he was just overwhelmed with lust that he couldn't take it anymore."

"Well, I do say you are a fine, attractive young lady, and smarter than a whip. And teenage boys' hormones goes crazy, especially if they have no girlfriend. But, now you're safe. Will you be ok after this epidemic?" She nodded and smiled. "Good, it was starting to bother me that no one was answering my questions in class." They both laughed and talked for a while, not as a student and teacher, but two old friends who needed to catch up.

"Oh my! It's so late, I better get back to the common. Goodnight, Professor." She smiled and began to walk out.

"Goodnight, Miss Granger."

"You know, Professor, you really don't have to be so polite all the time, Hermione is perfectly fine."

"When not in the presence of an official yes, but to do this, you must do something in turn." Hermione looked questioningly at the professor and he continued, "I want you to call me Sid. The professor thing is a little long if you're going to be addressing me a lot. Come by anytime, Hermione, and we'll talk some more." He smiled and she nodded, and made her way out the door.

"Mya! It's almost 1:30 in the morning! I thought you were just going to tell him your status?" Draco sounded worried and she just smiled.

"I'm sorry, Drake. Me and the professor were talking and lost track of time. You know, he's only 22 years old? That's like… so young!" Hermione said laughing. "Anyways, I'm off to bed, goodnight, Drake." She said and went upstairs.

Over the next few weeks, Hermione and Professor Valentine had spent countless hours at night together, talking, joking, telling stories. Of course, Professor Valentine was extremely surprised with everything Hermione, Ron, and Harry had done. Facing a fully-grown mountain troll their first year, a basilisk their second year along with a huge spider, a were-wolf and death eaters the third, Harry in the tri-wizard cup and facing Voldemort in the fourth year and all their other experiences.

But their relationship is nothing compared to the blooming love between her and Draco. Though they weren't officially dating, they spent many nights together in the common. When she got back from the Professor's, she'd hang out with him in his room.

One night, Hermione was skipping back to the common room to spend a great time with Draco.

"You know, Mya. I'm starting to get the feeling I have to compete with Professor Valentine."

"Why do you say that?" She sat next to him.

"You're constantly there and you're staying later and later. You're neglecting me!"

"I am not!"

"YES YOU ARE! You don't spend nearly enough time with me. How are we ever going to advance if you aren't around?"

"Draco, I don't know what's getting to you, but-"

"What's getting to me is… you used to act like you were into me. Now you're off screwing around with a teacher, you're not even his age! You'll never stay with me! It's almost like you'd rather be with him!"

"That's not true! It's just… it's just… I really like talking with him. He's got so many stories!"

"Then go sleep with him!" Draco got up and thudded up the stairs, slamming his door. Hermione had fresh tears and ran out of the common room. She didn't know where she was running. She didn't know who would talk to her.

Her feet came to a stop, she looked around, she was in the dungeons. In front of Professor Valentine's door. She slumped against his wall, crying. Her tears streaming down her face.

"Hermione? You ok?" A gentle hand lifted her face up and wiped away her tears.

"Professor!" She launched herself into his embrace and cried her eyes out.

"I think we need to talk in my office." He spoke quietly, stroking her hair. She nodded into his shoulder and he lifted her up, carrying the girl into his room. He set her down on the bed, "Now, what's wrong?"

"Draco is mad at me." She was now shaking violently with her sobs.

"What on earth for?" the young American professor couldn't think of anything the girl could have done to anger the calm boy.

"Something… about how… I never spend… time with… him." The professor could barely make out what she was saying between sobs.

"Poor child." He hugged the girl, he knew this technically wasn't allowed, but he couldn't help it. His heart went out to the poor girl. After she got out of his embrace and he went to make some tea, Hermione realized her shirt had become un-buttoned over halfway. By the time the professor had come back she'd only gotten 2 done up. Her black bra pushed her boobs up and made them look fuller and nicer. She was struggling to do up the buttons, she didn't even realize that Sid was standing in front of her.

"Having difficulties, Hermione?" She looked up and for the first time noticed he was wearing black slacks with a white shirt tucked in. His white button up shirt was undone down 3 buttons and his tie was loosened. She realized just then what all the girls were always swooning about in class. He truly was hot.

"I think my fit caused them to come undone, this shirt is very old."

"I'll tell you one thing, Hermione. Draco is missing out on a lot. You truly are beautiful." He said sitting next to her. She blushed at his comment and forgot the undone shirt. Looking into his eyes, she saw emotions she'd never seen there. He smiled at her, and asked her a question she didn't hear.

"What?"

"I asked, what exactly do you and Mr. Malfoy do together?"

"Well, I guess we listen to music and talk. And I suppose there is a lot of kissing. But, he hates me now. Feels I spend to much time out of the common."

"So you leave the common room?"

"I didn't know where I was going, I don't remember running anywhere, just running. I stopped and I was hear." She said, looking down. His hands brought her face back up.

"You're much more beautiful when you keep your head up high." He whispered, he was so close to her she could smell his cologne. It was intoxicating, it smelled so wonderful, before she knew what was happening, she was making out with the teacher!

'WHAT THE HELL AM I DOING! I'm kissing the potions professor! My mentor.' She tried to pull herself away, but her body wouldn't respond to her thoughts. Her body was craving for the things she craved for in Paris. She craved Draco's sexual attention, but this time she wanted things from the professor.

His tongue was exploring her mouth, her tongue responded to his, his hands traveling to her shirt to undo the rest of the buttons. His lips left hers, heading to her neck. Gently biting, and sucking, he attended to he neck. His hands pushed the material of her shirt off. He was kissing her shoulders now, his hands roaming her back, and her hands wrapped in his hair. Hermione didn't know who started this session, but she was not going to end it. That was for certain. She removed his tie and undid his shirt, removing it, exposing such a muscular build. He unclasped her bra, and pushed her back on his bed.

He removed the bra, unveiling her creamy white breasts. He was just admiring them, causing a blush to come across Hermione's face. She struggled to cover herself, embarrassed.

"You're beautiful, Hermione."

"No I'm not!"

He gently pushed her hands aside, gently sucking one rosy nipple, his right hand gently kneading the other. Hermione couldn't stop the pleasured moan that escaped her lips. Sid smirked inwardly, he had gotten a reaction telling him exactly what she liked. He bit softly on her nipple, causing another moan to escape. Her nails were raking his back.

The teapot started to whistle in the kitchen. "Stupid kettle." He muttered as he flicked his wand at it. He turned his attention back to the girl, removing her skirt. His hands stroked her thigh. Hermione gently tugged at his slacks, telling him wordlessly to remove them. He complied by removing his pants. He kissed her naval, avoiding the piercing.

"You know, I really like a girl with a naval piercing. It's hot." He muttered, licking next to her belly button. He wanted to see what reaction she had to licking her, with the purple thong she had on. So, he moved down and licked her, she was moaning slightly, not enough for him. He pulled the thong down, licking her click. Getting a loud moan on that, he continued enjoying her natural tastes. He came back up to her breasts, licking and biting at her nipples, inserting his freezing fingers into her pussy, thrusting slowly at first, earning gasps and moans from Hermione, some pleasure, some shock from the cold. He began speeding his fingers up, her breath speeding with. He knew she was close so he slowed down, moving his tongue back to lick her, one final moan escaped before waves of pleasure flowed over her. Her fluids gushed out.

'My first orgasm and it was with a teacher, I never saw that coming.' she thought to herself. But, Sid kept going, he kept licking, her fingers laced tightly in his hair. She stopped him, even though he protested. She removed his boxers and took his swollen member into her mouth, her tongue swirling swiftly around the tip, causing a sound of pure pleasure from Sid. He threw his head back, moaning from the feeling that he had, no girl ever did this for him. He'd only expected to talk, and now she was giving him head, after he ate her out. He was shaking, it was so good. He knew it was close. He was about to cum and she wasn't letting up.

He pulled her up. "Professor." He put a finger to her lips.

"Hermione, you realize what we're doing right?" She nodded. "Do you know what you're in for?" She looked at him, slowly nodding. "You know what I want to do to you right now?" Again there was a nod. "Why, Hermione?"

"I…don't know. I guess… I just…I wanted to…"she didn't know what she wanted. She didn't know what to think.

"Hermione, I'm not sure you're clear of this particular situation. Right now, I want to ram this up into you. I want to make you cry out in pleasure. I want to make you forget all your problems and put you in a happy place. Do you realize this?" She nodded, though her mind was thinking on other things, the consequences, her wants, her needs, her wants, the Professor.

"Professor, what would you do?"

"Hm?"

"What would you do if I told you I wanted you to do those things?"

"Then I'd do it."

"Then do it!" Hermione's eyes showed wants, desires. 'I know this is wrong, but if being wrong feels this good, I don't want to be right.' She thought as he positioned himself. She could feel the tip of his manhood right at her opening.

"You're sure, Hermione. There isn't any turning back, I won't stop." She nodded, and with her consent, he pushed in, the warmth spreading over him, her tightness gripped him, making him hard if at all possible. Her face screwed up in pain. "Hermione." He stopped moving, letting her muscles relax around his member. "You're a…" he didn't have to finish, her face told him she was a virgin. "I'm not doing this to you. I won't rob you of this." He pulled out and laid down on his back, his erected member sticking up.

"Professor." She sat up.

"Perhaps, it'd be best if you went back to your room, Hermione."

"But-"

"You're not ready." Her face turned red with anger. He was treating her like a child. Only she had the right to make that decision and she wasn't going to let him slip through her hands. She climbed on top of him, forcing his member into herself, the pain was immense and she almost got off, but she wasn't going to back down. She wanted this. He opened his eyes. "Hermione, you truly are a sweet girl. I can't do this to you. You'll only regret it." He said, sadness evident in his voice.

"Professor, I know what we're doing, I want it. You want it. What's the problem."

"You're innocence is."

"Big deal! Every girl is a virgin, I have to lose it sometime. I want it to be now!" That was all he needed. He pushed her down and put his 12 inch pride into her tiny, tight, origin.

She was cringing. "I'll go easy, relax for me." he soothed, pushing her bangs back. He allowed her time to get used to the intruding flesh, and proceeded his slow thrusts. Soon, he had built up a rhythm and was speeding up. The pain that was once there became a distant memory as new waves of pleasure washed over her, then she felt it. PNG! She cried out in shock and pain and his thrusts slowed, a tiny flood of blood flowed out, once the pain was erased, he continued going with her nod, soon they were grinding, trying to get as close as possible. Their rhythm was fast, and he smiled as she moaned out, cried for him to go deeper, harder. Wave after wave of pleasure drifted over her as she hit her second orgasm of the night. But this was different, he was breathing so hard, and his thrusts were slowing down. Soon, he stopped and pulled out. There was a mix of her fluids and his on both of them. He fell down beside her and pulled her into his arms.

"Stay here for tonight, it's already three in the morning, luckily it's a Sunday." He muttered and held the girl close. Hermione snuggled into his embrace, a quickly fell asleep, having sweet dreams that night.

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I know about ¾ of this story was nasty sex between Hermione and Professor Valentine (Sid) but it is important

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