Word Prompt: Restless

Hermione felt like she was on edge. Without taking her eyes off the parchment, she could sense him before he reached her. She was familiar with his footsteps now as he crossed the classroom, idly reading behind the back's o students to make sure they were working on their essays on the properties and uses of Baneberry in the Dark Arts and not feeding their wandering minds with daydreaming.

But it was hard not to, when each round he seemed to be approaching her workbench closer and closer still until she could smell the cologne he used – it smelled of teak and something…ashy?

Hermione's expression scrunched up. That wasn't it but it was the closest scent she could identify.

"Is something the matter, Miss Granger?"

Hermione's attention snapped to the figure standing in front of her bench – if fire could have a scent, this would be it.

"No, Professor Snape." She murmured, avoiding eye contact, dipping her quill in the pot of ink. A quiet 'hmm' at the back of his throat.

"Take your previous homework from the front of the class before you leave. Honestly, I don't know how you lot will manage your NEWTs but I certainly hope you'll be a little more direct in the essays." Professor Snape grimaced when the bell rang signaling the end of lessons.

Gathering her things, Hermione took the neatly rolled parchment from Snape, still not daring to look into his face.

But why? He's seen all of you already. A voice said at the back of her mind, offering a sensual thrill down her spine.

Wondering why her parchment seemed heavier than usual she unfurled it and immediately felt the heat rise to her cheeks as she realized that the professor had hidden her delicate underwear within the folds of the parchment. Stuffing it into her shoulder bag before anyone could notice she quickly exited the classroom but not before glancing at Professor Snape, taking note of the small smirk curling on his lips.

He's a professor. It could just be regarding my essay. That remark in class about being more direct. Her essays were exactly just that.

Hermione arrived at Snape's office, her fist hovering over the door.

It had said 7pm. at his office on the bottom of the parchment.

His voice answered her knock and beckoned her in. Before she could register what was happening in his dimly lit office she felt as if something had wrapped itself around her wrists and ankles. Slowly her binds were forcing her spread-eagle while still upright.

"I don't know how to assert this to you Miss Granger, but you're little incident was almost found out. You need to learn to be careful if you're going to be the library's resident exhibitionist." Professor Snape said. "And that means not leaving any evidence behind."

Her skirt was already sliding down her hips. Her honeyed eyes met his gaze, her mouth wanting to form a protest but at the same time a damp spot started in her panties.
A small smile curled on the Professor's lips. He stood up from behind his desk taking an almost leisure pace as he walked towards her.

Hermione's skirt fell to the floor revealing the damp spot that had grown a little. This time her pussy was visible through her underwear.

I didn't shave for this.

"What was that?" Professor Snape asked, now in front of her. Hermione wanted to throw her defenses up, she'd read about Occlumency after all, but she found it turned her on that the Professor – he could read her thoughts. See what she's been dreaming of.

And there they were. In front of the entire classroom while she was leaning across the teacher's table at the front. Her back was to the class, her skirt lifted to her waist and no underwear on. The whole class had an unadulterated view of her pussy and asshole. It didn't help that her legs were spread wide by a force. Hermione looked up and saw Professor Snape standing beside her. He was slapping her delicate derriere causing her pussy to glisten. Some of her classmates noticed and pointed it out turning her on even more.
Their eyes met.

"Ah, I see…you truly are a secret exhibitionist aren't you? The irony. Well-…" Professor Snape twisted her silk underwear between his fingers.

Wait…when did he take that off?

A cool breeze blowing between her thighs told Hermione that this wasn't a dream. Then an exquisite feeling, a balance of pain and pleasure, the quickest of touch, almost like a quick yet fierce kiss. But it wasn't a kiss.

Hermione moaned struggling against the invisible restraints just a little.

Professor Snape had slapped her pussy with her own underwear.

"-we need to make sure this carelessness won't be repeated." He pinched a nipple through her clothes, titillating her clit. Then a moist THWACK in time to Hermione's moans.

"You will always be discrete, won't you?" Professor Snape stood behind her, his hand gazing her right hip slowly dancing its way to her pussy which could be heard giving a wet sound as he ran his middle finger between her labia. He fiercely tapped the pad of his finger against her wet clit driving her to the edge and then slowing down to lazy circles to reign her in.

Hermione's body trembled and her knees were buckling. It was maddening but Professor Snape repeated it until her juices ran down the inside of her thighs.
Another hard smack with her underwear. Hermione's clit was begging for more than the brief painful stimulation that still somehow sent ripples of pleasure through her body.

"You won't forget it this time, will you?"

"No."

The pressure from his finger increased on her clit transiting from a gentle stroke to a faster strum. Hermione moaned trying hard not to buckle but it was delicious what he was doing to her. Her slickness made him stray accidentally to her hole a couple of times and Hermione had wanted him to finger her. Wanted to scream it really.

But Professor Snape stayed playing with her clit, gently pulling it between his fingers from time to time or massaging it with the barest of touch, teasing.

Hermione moaned as her restraints pulled her legs further apart giving Professor Snape more access. Her toes curled in as her orgasm started to tingle within her.

Two short squirts then one that lasted at least three seconds that covered his hand which he wiped off with her underwear. Hermione gasped feeling her damp silk underwear rub her oversensitive clit as the professor smeared her underwear against her pussy.

Hermione had to catch herself before she fell face-forward as the restraints melted away.

"You'll wear this back to the Gryffindor Tower. You're dismissed." He handed her the now-completely wet underwear.

She could hear the faint squelching as she went to the door.

"And Miss Granger? Five points for Gryffindor. For understanding why this was necessary."