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A/N:- My beta the lovely Falcon Lux pointed out to me that the room Hermione sends Binns' belongs to might be the Room of Hidden thing, however I thought if there could be a room of hidden things why not one for forgotten things as well. Thank you to Falcon for her work and also to you all out there reading this and telling me wonderful things. Just make it through this chapter and the cavalry will arrive, I promise – there will be a delicious Potions Master in residence by the end of the next chapter.

This chapter has again been heavily edited to stay within this sites M rating. The intended chapter in its entirety will be posted on The Maple Bookshelf very soon. I hadn't intended to edit this story, but with looming trouble and people losing stories, I decided it was safer to do so.

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Chapter five – And We All Thought He Was Boring

Squaring her shoulders and resisting the temptation to give in to her misery, Hermione sighed and turned to the door of the History of Magic class room. There were only the basic security wards, and the Arithmancy Professor hadn't expected anything more. She entered and surveyed the classroom at a glance, all seemed to be in order.

Moving through to the outer office, again everything was clean and tidy merely musty from lack of use. Professor Binns had died in the staff room and no one had cleaned out his personal effects. Because he was still an active staff member, he was entitled to the rooms, so they were left unaltered. Inspecting the sitting room, Hermione saw an extensive library which she had the urge to dive into and lose herself in. The avid bibliophile resisted, but couldn't help perusing the titles as concession for her restraint.

Hermione conjured a box and charmed it to follow her. She was already through the sitting room, having only gathered a few unknown photos. The old Professor's private study was proving just as boring, and she quickly worked her way around the room to his desk.

Absently picking up his reading glasses to place in the box, Hermione noticed they were sitting on an open book. She wrinkled her nose in disgust at the thought of leaving a book open like that, without actually looking at it. However as she went to close it something made her glance into it, and what she saw stilled her hand and made her heart beat faster. Before the details filtered into her stunned brain, the only thing she noticed was that the picture contained three people. Her mouth dropped open as her brain caught up, with what her eyes were unexpectedly looking at.

It was a very artful, probably early Victorian scene, containing a close up of naked witch, draped over a velvet chaise lounge. She had a diaphanous length of cloth, draped decorously over her body. It ran down between her breasts like a sash and was secured at her waist with a length of green silk cord.

Its existence did nothing to obscure any of her delights from two partially clothed Wizards wearing loose, white, open-necked silk dress shirts and black trousers. Standing to either side of her, the men had a hand loosely placed around one of her knees, as her thighs strained open. Their touch seemed to be adding a sense of intimacy, grounding the woman as all three avidly watched her fingers.

Hermione instantly felt her body tense involuntarily, what a delicious scene, Hermione's brain supplied. "Binn's you old rogue," she mumbled. Gazing at the picture for what seemed like an eternity before daring to look further. Finally she sighed and turned the page.

The sight of the next picture drew a gasp of pure desire from her lips, and she collapse unceremoniously into the desk chair as she legs refused point blank to hold her up. She instantly had the urge to throw off her own clothes and dive into the illustration wrestling the witch for the attentions of her wizards.

This time the wizards were doing the pleasuring. Hermione watched keenly as golden liquid that looked for all the world like honey dripped sensuously, teasingly trickled down over the shuddering flesh.

Hermione found her fingers automatically straying before she suddenly remembered where she was, and gasping snatched her hand away.

The now very flustered Professor abruptly stood, snapping the book shut. She forced her legs to move. Even if she was so turned on she could barely get them to hold her up. Her heart was thumping in her ears and her breath was coming in gasping pants.

Seizing the book up Hermione walked with purpose towards the door, she shrunk it and placed it in her pocket, "And we all thought he was such a boring old fart," she mumbled, her voice husky. Each step teased her higher, her thighs rubbed together so deliciously, she was forced to grab the door frame to steady herself as she walked through.

The fragrance of her own arousal made her throb almost painfully as the image played again and again across the screen of her mind. The urge to relieve the ache she felt was almost overwhelming, but she was Hermione Granger and she had a job to do. Convincing herself not to feel guilty about taking the book, she headed for the next room. After all she assumed no one knew about it, and she intended to study it carefully. In fact, it may be just a useful catalyst she needed, for her solitary but inventive sex life.

It hadn't escaped her attention while riveted to the pictures, that the three participants bore a striking resemblances to her, Severus and Lucius. The thing that shocked her on top of everything else was the thought of both of them doing things like that with her. And that aroused her even more.

She knew she loved Severus, had done for as long as she could remember, and absence had definitely made that bloom further. She'd never been able to forget him or get over him, and she'd definitely never even looked at another man.

However, she'd never regarded Lucius in that way, he was a play boy, and although attractive and very sexy, was definitely not someone she'd ever considered as a sexual partner, because he was a love them and leave them sort of guy.

The thought struck her though, if on occasion being such good friends if the two Slytherins had taken a woman together. Hermione moved to the bedroom reflecting on the possibilities of this, before realising what she was doing, and soundly scolding herself for the thoughts.

Today was proving difficult enough without thinking pictures were mocking her as well. Greatly confused and very aroused she vaguely wondered what she'd find in the old Professor's bedchamber. The answer was right in front of her as soon as she walked in, not even hidden.

While conjuring a smaller box it crossed Hermione's mind to wonder who his partners may have been. "Seventh years maybe, other teachers or even prostitutes perhaps?" Carefully she wrapped the objects in the thick pieces of velvet and fur along with the feathers and the book from her pocket. Then shrunk the whole box and placed it in her pocket. Hermione made quick work of emptying his wardrobes and such then called her elf.

"Yous is calling Loopy, Miss?"

"Yes, Loopy, take these two boxes to the room of forgotten things, then freshen these rooms adding the usual flowers and such."

"Yes, Miss," the elf bowed low.

As much as Hermione was a creature of duty, she knew she wouldn't get anything else done without first having some private time, to get rid of the arousal that was currently short circuiting her brain. Especially if she was going to be doing something volatile, like brewing potions."Loopy allow no one to disturb me for the next hour, keep Matron Pomfrey's note until I call you again," she instructed.

"I is understanding," the little elf squeaked and disappeared with the boxes.

Warding the doors of the History of Magic rooms on her way out, Hermione left for her own rooms. She placed the once more enlarged box on the chair in her bedroom with shaky hands, but sat on the edge of her bed thinking. Nothing had gone right so far today. Even the find that had made her so aroused had only frustrated her.

Lying back, she pulled a pillow down the bed for her head, but still did nothing to relieve herself. The picture in her head was mesmerising, and her hand finally undid the zip of her skirt and started creeping under. But she just couldn't muster the required energy to go any further.

Eventually she gave up, and rolled onto her side. "My life's pathetic," she moaned. Now truly depressed, she finally hit rock bottom. Sliding off the pillow, she clung tightly to it and curling into a little ball, and sobbed her heart out.

I can't stand this anymore I'll leave, go somewhere else. Start fresh. I should have done that to start with. May be then I'll find someone who wants me. She desperately wanted to see Severus again, but she just couldn't bring herself to believe she would. Crying for what seemed like hours she was all cried out when she rolled onto her back.

Staring at the canopy on her bed, she muttered in a snuffy voice, "Can I pull all the pieces together yet again, and keep working?"

The voice that answered her surprised her, "Of course you can, little Dove," the face shimmered into being.

Hermione rolled over to face her mirror, "But no one wants me," she moaned.

"Of course they do," the mirror responded in a startling replica of Severus' silky voice. Right about now, she was regretting making her mirror sound so much like her longed for lover.

Although he does have a point, they did need her never the less. But was this as good as life gets, she swallowed hard.

Yes, they all need me but none of them fulfil my desires. That's the part that hurts. I'm always needed for my skills and accomplishments, but never just for me. The troubled woman contemplated this for some time, finally she heard his silky voice again, "I know I'm an exquisitely crafted piece of furniture, imbibed with the features and voice of the man you love, and I do have certain talents," he suggested seductively. "However, one of them is not mind reading. You must talk to me my little one," Hermione shivered at the sound of his voice.

Another tear slid down her cheek, and Hermione couldn't help telling him, after all she told him everything. She blurted out her frustrations, "He won't want me. I'm so frustrated."

The mirror tsked, "Don't think like that, things will work out," he said reverting back to his normal function.

"Oh shut up," Hermione said sullenly, "I'm so sick of hearing that."

"Now is that any way to speak to your mirror," he admonished, "Deep down you have to know he'll come to you. You're so lovely, he couldn't help but want you. It's only been one morning. You'll see, he'll be fixing you right up in no time."

"That's just it," she looked up angrily, wiping at her tears, "I designed the spells on you to satisfy me because I didn't have any alternative. That alternative walked back into my life last night, and now I'm terrified that he won't want to," she mimicked, "Fix me right up in no time," and she added privately, and find out about you, my confidant.

"Oh I'm certain he will," the mirror continued. "Every view of you is exquisite. You should see some of the things I've seen over the years. I'm sure your gentleman will be around shortly." Hermione nodded sniffing loudly. Swinging her feet over the side of her bed, she sat there contemplating the floor.

"Come on, now what's wrong, little Dove," her mirror inquired. Hermione looked up from the floor and remembered why it was she'd actually come in here to start with.

"I found a book next door, while I was cleaning up." She hesitated before continuing.

"Yes," the mirror offered in a knowing voice.

Hermione finally continued, "The pictures in it really turned me on."

The voice dropped about an octave, "Oh, I see," even raising an eyebrow as Severus would. Hermione nodded, but didn't move, "Come over here, my lovely girl," he smoothed.

Hermione shuddered deliciously as she rose from the bed, "I love it when you say that, you know I do, but..." her head dropped, even as she stood and moved closer.

"I know you do little Dove," the mirror eyed her heatedly. "Why the hesitation?" Hermione shrugged. "Well, come closer," he ordered, "Let me watch you." Now beyond thinking about reason, Hermione took the last step. She squealed in delight when she finally plunged in. Her knees shook and soon she was keening. She'd been so close anyway, and it didn't take long before she howled her release, her eyes locked with the dark orbs in front of her.

Still watching, her mirror now offered some practical advice as she settled once more, "Things will work out, be more positive and get on with your day. Now go and have a shower and get changed." Hermione was contemplating buckling at the knees, but she nodded, still quaking in aftershocks, but appearing to find her reason, and went off to dispose of her underwear and clean herself.

Putting her long woollen outer coat on over her clothes for the dungeons, she reflected on how she loved this coat. It was black and had dozens of tiny black buttons. She'd bought it on line, at one of those sites that will sew your own design. It reminded her of Severus' frock coat. Calling Loopy, she addressed the bowing elf asking almost reluctantly, "Have you a message for me?"

The little elf snapped her fingers and a two foot scroll of parchment appeared, "Oh Merlin," Hermione groaned eyeing the extensive list. "She really has run out of everything."

Glancing down at the chair she picked up the box containing her illicit haul but then put it back down, "Thank you Loopy, that's all."

Once the elf was gone Hermione collapsed back onto the side of the bed and looked at the list again, "There must be fifty potions here, this will take forever," she mumbled sighing.

"Be positive, little Dove. You can do this," looking towards the face, still watching her, she nodded.

"Yes I can. I'm a Gryffindor. I'll manage, I've faced worse days," she told herself, even if it did sound a little less resolute than usual.

"Yes, you have," her mirror stated.

"Thank you mirror." She watched the face in the mirror for some time, before nodding curtly once.

"As usual, little one, it's my pleasure," she pocketed the list, put on her heavy cloak and left for the library.

xox

Severus had awoken even earlier than usual this morning. He had never been this excited about something. A rather bleary eyed Lucius had joined him for breakfast at 7. The blond aristocrat had business meetings all morning. Severus knew not to disturb him until he'd imbibed at least one mug of coffee. Severus had always smiled at the huge mug Lucius used first thing in the morning, considering the delicate nature of everything else he used throughout his day. The Potions Master estimated that the huge mug held the equivalent of three normal mugs of coffee.

Lucius had found it on a business trip to America, where everything seemed to have a supersize version as well a normal size. It had been his favourite morning possession ever since. Finally judging that his friend was awake enough to be receptive, Severus said over his own mug, "You know she needs a History Professor as well."

A pale eyebrow rose in answer, without even questioning who she was, he nodded, "Interesting," he replied and went back to his paper.

Knowing the seed had been planted, Severus went back to his own contemplations. His mind had been very fertile this morning. It irritated him that he had to wait until this afternoon to go to Hogwarts. If the case had been different and the wards knew him, he would be there already.

I wonder how her day's going? He thought absently, I'll definitely have her move in here. "Lucius?"

"Mmm?"

"Would you have any objections to me opening another suite of rooms?"

Lucius' eyes rose from his Gringotts Review, and his eyebrow slid aloft, "No, why?"

"I think you know the reason."

"Mmm, delightful," his smile, tilted half of his mouth. "Be careful, won't you," his smile increased. "Take the side with the greenhouse that will be handy for you."

Severus nodded in appreciation, and left to start. He heard Lucius call after him, "I'll help when I return. Don't lose any of my elves."