Author's note:
I am so so sorry to have abandoned this story! I'm coming back better than ever hopefully, my personal life has been pretty turbulent and my muse just hasn't been with me.
This chapter is for Diamond838 who messaged me asking for an update.
Hope you enjoy!
-Tanaka

Chapter 3: Poison- Alice Cooper

To say Hermione Granger was on edge that first week of classes was an understatment. The classes, her students; it helped to distract her from her date with the Devils of Hogwarts, as she'd nicknamed them, looming ahead. And they were oh-so-delightfully bad. She'd heard whispers among her older students, mostly females, about the dragon tamer; his tattoos, that smirk, those eyes! And who could forget the professional quidditch player: that brogue, his bedroom eyes, that body! Hermione could empathise.

The two drove her mad throught the week. Meal times, with their casual touches, smoldering looks, and witty double entendre, left her wound up, craving something decidely carnal. She'd lost count of the number of times she'd come apart under her own hand over the past few days, yet still felt cagey and unfufilled. She did her best to bury the desire to jump them both, and focused on putting her students through their paces. The first week was a simple review and introduction, gauging their knowledge, and she was throughly impressed. Professor Flitwick hadn't lost his touch.

Her first years, however were her absolute favorite, particularly the muggleborns. Their wonder and awe at simple charms made her remember her first year fondly, although she hoped her students would avoid the worst of the troubles that Harry had gotten her into. Her students seemed in awe of the former war heroine, bumbling and fumbling trying not to ask the questions burning in their minds.

It was Friday evening, and she was pouring over her first assignments to be graded. Parchment made things a bit more difficult, since it wanted to curl onto itself. Really, why couldn't they just use pen and paper. Some muggle things did have their advantages.

"All work an' no play makes fer a dull girl, ya know." Oliver's voice broke her musings, and she jumped. He stood just inside her doorway, looking far too good for her libido's sake.

"Yes, well, some of us have actual marks to give, you know." She quipped saucily, with no real heat, and a genuine smile. Putting her quill down, she streched slowly, feeling her tense neck and shoulders relax slightly. She didn't miss the hot gaze that slowly swept over her.

"I've 'ad my hands full this week, I'd 'ave you know. Like te see ye teach the lot of firsties teh fly." Oliver smirked at her, knowing full well he'd never see Hermione on the back of a broom willingly. He chuckled at her horrified face. "C'mon, skive offa work. Come down teh the village with me an' Charlie. Your marks can wait til teh mornin'."

"Sorry, I can't, Oli. I've got to get these done. I've got a date with two rogues tomorrow night and I'm not quite sure I'll feel up to doing any grading on Sunday. I have quite the feeling I'm going to need a full day of recovery." She smirked, feeling very female all of a sudden. Circe's tits, she never thought she'd be outright hinting at being taken by two men at once, least of all in her own classroom. Who was this new woman?

Oliver chuckled darkly, and she felt it almost like a physical caress against her skin. "I reckon I'll leave a lady to it then. I'll be thinking of yeh. Tommorow, after dinner, yeh're ours." He warned, eyes glinting dangerously. Winking at her, he turned and left.

Hermione released a deep sigh, wiggled in her seat and turned back to her grading. Lost in the work, she didn't hear the soft whisper of a disillusionment charm outside her door. Shuffling through papers, she missed the soft creak as the door to her office opened and shut. Her curls tumbled around her face and into her eyes, and frustratedly she tamed it into a makeshift bun, shoving her wand through it to hold it back.

She could've sworn she felt a breeze gently across her neck just then, raising gooseflesh on her arms. Knowing the castle was drafty, she brushed it off and cast a quick, wandless heating charm. Much more comfortable, her eyes skimmed the pages, making notations on the first assignments of her Sixth years. They where quite bright, she noted, not that she expected any less from N.E.W.T level students.

She damn near jumped out of her skin when she felt lips on her exposed neck and let out a startled cry, reaching for her wand."Oi, calm down, Pet." Oliver's brogue whispered into her ear. "Just get back to yeh marks." His tongue laved the side of her neck, nipped up to her ear, and she groaned when she felt his teeth scrape along her earlobe. Her nipples tightened.

"I really do need to get this grading done." She murmured helplessly, already sucked into the sensation. Teeth grazed the senstive flesh at the base of her neck, and her head rolled to the side to allow him better access. Hissing when Oliver took a good nip, she felt it in her clit.

"Disillusion yourself and kiss me, please." She whined. "I need to feel your lips on mine." Obligingly, he did as she asked, spinning her chair around to meet her honey eye with deep amber, full of passion. Oliver swept her into a mind melting kiss, completely knocking grading from her mind. Her mouth opened for him with a moan as he reached up, released her hair, weaved his fingers into it, and tugged with just the right pressure.

Voraciously, he ate at her mouth, and she imagined all the other places she'd like to have that mouth. Her thighs clenched at the thought of his dark head buried between them. She was sure he'd be happy to oblige. Coming up for air, she gazed up at him, so tall, dark, and handsome, and giggled.

"Thank you for a much needed break, Oliver. I'll be thinking about that kiss until I see you tommorrow. Hell, I may have to come thinking about being snogged so throughly." She laughed, not entirely kidding. In all her life, she'd never been made to so wound up with just a kiss.

"Ah, Ah, Pet, no cummin' til tommorow with us. We want yeh nice an' rested." His smirk was pure male satisfaction.

"That's cruel!" She exclaimed, not being able to imagine not getting off, the way she felt right now. She was sure she'd self combust by tommorow night."

"I'll make it up to yeh, I promise. Be a good girl, and I'll see you at breakfast. Charlie and I are gonna go 'ave a round. If you change yehr mind, we'll be at the Three Broomsticks. Have fun grading, Pet." He said with a saucy wink, leaving her frustrated and gaping after him.