Word Prompt – Blankets

She had expected to be expelled or at least receive detention but Professor Snape had merely waved a wand that dried up the wet rug and told her to put her underwear back on before sweeping away, the black cloak billowing around his ankles.

The next day in lessons however, Hermione found her suspicions was right.

"Miss Granger, I'd like to see you in my office before dinner, please." He remarked rather off-handedly as the class filed out.

Harry and Ron had pressed her with an endless array of questions that she was forced to lock herself away in the dormitory until it was time to meet Professor Snape.

That didn't stop the pool of sweat that was gathering at the small of her back as she went down the stone slabs leading to the dungeons. How medieval for them to have Potions in the castle's deepest bowels, but Hermione couldn't argue that it provided proper ventilation and easier drainage access in case of spills compared to a regular classroom.

Knocking on the heavy oak there, she nearly jumped back when it swung open immediately. Professor Snape's pallor was oddly white heightened Hermione guessed, by the dim lighting in his office.

"Miss Granger, come in and have a seat."

Hermione did so unquestioningly, her mind too preoccupied on how disconcertingly polite he was.

"I suppose you can guess why I've called you here?"

She felt the leather seat of the chair sticking to the back of her thighs. She couldn't possibly deny it, could she?
He had seen… g.
Heat flamed her cheeks.

"I want you to do it again."

Hermione's honey colored eyes snapped up to meet his gaze. His dark eyes seemed emotionless and yet his voice vibrated with desire.

"Legilimens."

She felt him probing her mind before she could throw her defenses up and suddenly she found herself relieving last night's events. The feel of her thumb against her moistened clit.

She clung to the chair's armrest as her dream followed the memory, the dream which featured her ex-Potions Master as the star to her sexual fantasy.
Oh Merlin, was he actually going to suggest…?

Hermione slumped against the chair, gasping a little with a palm flat against her chest feeling the unmistakable rapid drum of her heart. "Professor…"

"I want you to do it again."

She was stunned.

"Professor… I don't… Understand…"

"Your performance in the library was…liberating. Unfortunately I only caught the final act. I'd like to see it from the beginning."

Hermione blinked several times as the weight of his request hung thick in the air. "I-I…. I can't… Professor… I…" The flame of arousal within her however, was sparked.

Professor Snape had taken a seat behind his desk. "Well I suppose the Headmaster would be very interested to hear about your late night endeavors in the library. Madame Pince should also be informed, I should think."

She remained silent.

"Well? It is your decision, Miss Granger."

Hermione couldn't exactly deny that she had been doing something rather…inappropriate in the library and what Professor Snape was asking for wasn't exactly the worst. Granted it wasn't the best situation…

"Miss Granger?"

Hermione leant back against the chair.

"I'm taking that as a sign of consent?"

"Yes." Her voice held a quiver but her gaze settled on Professor Snape in a way that cemented her decision more than her voice did.

Slowly she closed her eyes and stroked her thighs gently teasing the pleated skirt up. Her eyes flew open once more when she heard a rustling sound and was startled to see a cotton blanket appearing out of a thin air.

"As I recall, it got a bit wet at the end. I don't want you soaking that seat, Miss Granger."

She snatched the striped orange blanket out of the air and placed it beneath her, her hand fluttering over the mounds on her chest. Her fingers unbuttoned the blouse and grazed the satin bra she had on, feeling her already hardened nipple underneath. Nudging the cup down she played with it, looking down and noting the rosy color it had turned. Pinching it caused her to bite down on her lip.

"Please don't try to refrain yourself. I'd like to get the full… Experience."

Hermione looked up at Professor Snape, flicking her nipple harder as their gazes met once more. She saw the want in his eyes, then noticed the way his slender fingers were tracing meaningless shapes in the air. She didn't think it would be so…hot. This blatant form of exhibition.

It wasn't long before she had her legs on each arm rest, displaying the tell-tale wet spot on her panties. A fleeting sense of conscious made her realize that her panties in no way matched her bra (they were pink with little spirals) but the moment her index touched her wet pussy lips she forgot all about it.

There was a sensation of tugging and saw that her panties were sliding down her legs on their own accord.

He had his eyes trained on her, memorizing the way the rose bud of her nipple peeked over the cup, the curly fine hairs that dusted her delightfully glistening pussy lips. She couldn't help but wonder how it might feel to have those same slender fingers tapping her throbbing clit. The very idea made her push back against the armchair and finger the little bud all the more.

She imagined the way his lips would feel against her throbbing clit, sucking it… Perhaps?

Hermione felt her fingers slide in and moaned a little. She could feel her juices run down onto the blanket. The sounds of her pleasuring herself echoed in against the stone walls, magnifying them.

Those dark eyes watched her fingers delving between the wet folds, long strings of her arousal clinging to them. Hermione could see his left hand resting between his legs, the outline of his bulge only causing her to rub her clit faster.

She was on the verge of it, she could feel it.

"Don't refrain yourself."

The sound of his voice did it for her. She wanted him to be there between her legs, drinking the clear pussy juice that soaked the blanket. Feel his lips against the moistened skin of her other set of lips, tongue darting to lap her cum instead of letting it get absorbed wastefully.

Hermione's breathing was shallow and was highly aware of how her fingers were still in her when she looked up to find Professor Snape still watching her. Slowly she straightened out, pulling the hem of her skirt down.

"You may leave."

Three words she couldn't be more than relieved to hear.

It was only when she was at the seventh floor landing did she realize she had left something in the professor's office.

Her panties.