"When can we begin, Professor Lockhart?"
Merlin's beard! How eager the girl was. Gilderoy tried to contain himself.
"Do you mind if we relocate to my office before we begin? It will give us more privacy and limit… distractions," he said, already walking up the steps to the room. Hermione nodded concisely and followed the handsome man, oblivious to his scheme.
Lockhart opened the office door and gestured for the young girl to enter, locking the door magically after entering. "Well," he said, facing the girl. "Shall we begin?"
Hermione was overwhelmed by images of Lockhart. Portraits, pictures, and books cluttered the office, each with Gilderoy Lockhart beaming and winking. They all looked at her with as much longing as the original, who was suddenly in front of her.
"I see you've noticed me," he grinned, motioning towards his replicas.
"There's quite a lot."
"Each signifies one of my many accomplishments." Lockhart was now admiring himself, gazing up at the moving pictures. "I suppose I'll have to add another one after today," he said quietly.
"Pardon?"
"Oh, nothing," he laughed, turning towards the frizzy haired girl. "Let's get started, hm?"
"Alright. Should I get my wand?"
"No, dear. You won't need that." Lockhart put his hand on Hermione's small shoulder. "How old are you, Ms. Granger?"
Hermione looked up at him curiously. "I just turned thirteen, sir."
"Oh, well happy belated birthday!" What a delightful age, thirteen. Lockhart led the girl to a chair and told her to sit. The teacher sat on the edge of his desk and assumed his preferred position. "I suppose you have to beat the boys off with a stick, eh?"
Hermione looked down. "Not exactly. Boys don't really like me. Or anyone, for that matter."
"Oh, I don't believe that," Lockhart mused, running a manicured hand through the girl's hair. She didn't seem to notice or try to brush him off. The plan might work better than Gilderoy had anticipated. "A beautiful lady such as yourself? Why, if you were only a few years older…" He added softly.
Hermione looked up at her teacher, teary-eyed. "You really think I'm beautiful?"
Gilderoy smiled softly, wiping away a tear. "Indeed I do. If fact…I wonder if you would permit a kiss?"
The room went silent. "F-from you?" Hermione asked hoarsely.
Lockhart nodded. Hermione's mouth was agape, shocked. This was, after all, a popular fantasy among the girls at Hogwarts. "Uhm…o-ok," she finally replied.
Professor Lockhart leaned forward slowly, wrapping his hand tenderly on the back of the Gryffindor girl's neck, his pouty lips meeting her smaller ones. It took all of his willpower to restrain himself from taking the innocent girl right then. He withdrew. Hermione's eyes were wide open with a mixture of surprise and glee.
"You are quite the kisser, Ms. Granger."
"Ah…"
"I don't suppose you would let me have another go?"
Hermione's head twitched. Lockhart took it as a yes. He leaned forward once again, his hand resuming its position on her neck, his other hand moving up and down her small thigh. He began to move his lips, commencing what he liked to call the "Lockhart Lip Lock". Her body was stiff; she was unsure. She would warm up to him soon enough.
Author's note: I hope you guys like it so far. I'm still getting the hand of writing fanfic. What do you think will happen next? What would you like to happen next? I'm curious to read your thoughts. Thanks for reading! I'll update soon!
