This was going to be a big problem no not a big problem a humongous problem.
She looked from him to the bed in awe; she was speechless what a problem, how the hell were they going to solve this.
"Don't worry the beds big enough," he sneered, she looked at him shocked. Never before had she shared a bed with anyone well yes Ginny and some old middle school friends but never a man, never in a million years.
"Can you set up a desk by the bed by any chance?" she asked, he looked at her weird and pointed to the one across the room from the bed.
"Would I be able to put it over by the bed so you can sleep and I can do work?" she asked innocently looking at her feet. She hated having to ask him for anything but the need to do homework was more important.
"Whatever," he said and with a flick of his wand the desk raised and sat itself right were she needed it. Smiling at him she placed her stuff on the desk.
Looking at the bathroom door she didn't know how this was going to work, he must have thought the same thing because he definitely answered her.
"We can take a bath I hope you have a bathing suit," he said and he watched as she shook her head. He groaned this girl really was weird what girl didn't have a bathing suit especially at this age.
With a wave of his hand, she stood there in a green excuse for a bathing suit.
She covered her stomach with her hands, she felt exposed then she thought of imagining him as Harry, she never felt so undressed because Harry was practically her brother.
He then turned from her and stalked to the bathroom stripping off clothes as he went. His backside beautiful muscles rippling as he moved her mouth watering in lust.
She could feel the tug and the sound of running water, entering she felt her breath leave her body as she looked at him bent over his back rippling with muscles.
When he turned, he felt the same feeling she was beautiful.
Her body was slimming a lot slimmer than what it should be and she was tall and curvy. She looked like a goddess with her bushy hair around her and that innocent twinkle in her eyes as she stepped closer, he tried to push her out of his head this wasn't time to get dirty thoughts about one of his students especially her.
(I think some teacher has dirty little thoughts about a certain brown haired know it all what would you know, I think I saw it coming what about you?)
She stepped past him and stepped into the water, it was soothing, relaxing. All she ever got was rushed showers that lasted maybe ten minutes enough to wash her hair eventually shave and scrub herself. She could hear him get in behind her and tensed up but relaxed when she glanced to see him at the side of the large swimming pool like tub and sit there.
Easing the breathe out she dipped under the water and surfaced pushing her hair back. It was smoother and not so bushy when it was wet but a hassle to take care of. Fiddling for her wand at the edge of the pool, she charmed her legs shaven and her armpits.
"Can I ask you a question?" came the silken voice, her head snapped up to look at him. His black eyes on her, she felt like she couldn't' move like had had some spell over her.
"Why don't you just charm that bushy mess straight," he stated, she looked at him confused.
"I didn't know you could do that," she said," well I knew you could just not with my hair nothing works on it."
He grabbed his wand and with a little incantation, it was as straight as can be around her she gapped at him. He smirked at her she looked much better now.
"Um thank you," she said, looking at him he just nodded then tilted his head back and closed his eyes. She saw a part of him that no one usually saw. He had been kind there doing that for her. Maybe he wasn't a cold-hearted bastard but still the jury was out.
This felt so unreal to her how was she stuck into this it felt like a weird twisted story on an Internet sight he he. Everything was so surreal.
Quickly shampooing her hair, she rinsed it and was done, relaxing into the warm water letting it quilt her in warmth. She just wanted to stay in here forever. But before she knew it was over.
"Are you finally finished," he asked and she nodded as the pool emptied.
With a flick of her wand, she was in her night things of baggy pants and what looked like Potters old shirt.
She looked so different from what he was use to. The easy sluts in Knockturn Alley that would do what they were told, but she wasn't like them, she was out of his range, but yet he felt a will to have her to make her his. To consume her and show her the wonderful art of sex no as woman called it today love making.
Just the way her honey chocolate eyes studied the room; the little bags under her eyes, and her now straightened hair. Such beauty, how could Potter and Weasley be so stupid. Well it comes to no surprise for the Weasley he was always goggling at her in class. Nevertheless, had the other boys in the school not noticed indeed Victor Krum had noticed and had taken action? However, was surprised when he had been told by Minerva that she hadn't returned the feelings but instead turned into close pen pals. Hermione was different from other students that he knew without a doubt.
She slowly walked into the room and sat at the desk, glancing to his side he could see her flipping threw papers the little light he did have was dim. She was bound to have a headache soon.
How could this happen to him? One day he's 37, and a no woman guy who didn't get crushes and now he's 23 and is acting like a lovesick puppy for his student. Who happens to be a brown haired know it all, with a delicious body, no put that out of your mind gross.
Flipping over so his back was to her, he closed his eyes and let himself drift with the sound of her steady breathing, and the scratching of a quill.
She glanced at him, his muscle covered back facing her like god, she desperately wanted to touch and feel it. Feelings she thought she would never feel she felt and strong to, but for him just for him. She felt the salty taste in her mouth whenever she saw him, and swallowed. Her stomach tied in knots when he came close she swayed when he touched her. She was in Love, no no she wasn't she told herself. What would happen if people found out she would never hear the end of it.
Pushing him out of her mind she focused on the task of her homework would it ever stop. Why did it seem that all the teachers had it out for her to do more and more didn't they realize that she didn't like homework as much as they thought?
She wished she could tell them to shove their homework up their ass, and go to hell. What would people say if she did it, probably nothing they would be dead on the floor from a heart attack?
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