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Hermione didn't know what Remus had said, but Severus was visibly upset when he left the head table. Grabbing her bag, she told Harry she'd forgotten something in the library and went to find out what was wrong with her wizard.
Racing towards the dungeons, she almost missed him leaving through the front door. Changing direction, she followed him outside.
She found Severus leaning against the castle wall lighting a cigarette with his wand.
Snatching the stick from his mouth, she took a long drag and smiled at him before blowing the smoke out the side of her mouth.
"That was unwise, witch." He wanted to be angry, but the bulge in his trousers was quickly changing his mind.
"What did Remus say that has you in such a snit?"
His jaw tensed and he looked out at the grounds. "He seems to think that you're too young for me."
Hermione threw the cigarette on the ground and wrapped her arms around his neck. Pulling his head down, she pressed a kiss to his lips.
Groaning into her mouth, Severus grabbed her hips and pulled her closer so that she could feel what she did to him.
She leaned back to look at the man in front of her. "We are matched in every way that matters," she smiled as she ground her hips against his cock.
"You're going to be the death of me, witch," he whispered, capturing her lips again. "We can't do this now, we both have classes to attend to." He placed a final kiss on her forehead and slipped back into the castle.
Grinning to herself, she leaned against the wall for a few minutes before following him inside. She had potions after lunch and she was looking forward to it immensely.
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Severus took a deep breath and stepped through the door from his office to his classroom.
He sneered at his 7th year students before his eyes fell on the brown curls sitting in the rear of the room. There were only a dozen people in the NEWT level potions class this year. They were no longer permitted partners, so she was alone in the back row.
"Continue your Wolfsbane. I want your notes on possible changes that could make the potion less volatile during this stage on my desk before you leave."
The students eyed their professor curiously before getting to work. He hadn't yelled at any of them and there were rumors that he'd smiled at breakfast.
Severus smirked at his anxious class. They were terrified of him; no one was going to cross him today. Sweeping through the room, he carefully watched the progress they were making. Draco would make a fine potions master if he survived the war with his body and name still intact. Even the Potter boy was doing acceptably, he would pass his NEWTs at least.
Reaching the back of the room, he stood over his witch, watching her write her thoughts on the parchment as she stirred her potion.
Several minutes later, Hermione gently removed the stirring rod and placed it on the table, eying the potion to ensure it was the correct shade of blue. Happy with her progress, she added a few more sentences to her notes.
Hermione's quill suddenly slid across the parchment, leaving a black streak in its wake. Trying to remain standing, she spun around and stared at the dark man behind her.
He was watching the class, seeming to not notice her movements. The vibrations in her knickers increased and she saw Severus' face twitch in amusement.
The warmth that signaled her impending climax was quickly spreading through her body. Hermione bit her lip to keep from crying out. She'd managed to hold herself up against the table so that she wouldn't fall to the floor, but it was becoming increasingly more difficult. She turned to lean over the table in an attempt to stay upright.
As suddenly as they'd started, the vibrations stopped. Baffled, Hermione moved to look at her professor. Before she could turn completely around, she felt a hand pressing her down against the table and another up her skirt, pushing her panties to the side. Shocked that he'd risk something so public, she scanned the classroom. She barely registered that the class was ignoring them before his cock filled her so perfectly that she shuddered and clamped down on him, an inaudible scream escaping her throat.
The arse had put a silencing spell on her.
He nearly cried out himself when her tightness gripped his cock. Shaking, he managed two more thrusts before his cock pulsed its release deep into her womb.
Hermione shakily stood and watched as Severus swept to the front of the room as if nothing had happened.
"Bloody arse," she whispered, hoping that he'd heard her.
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Ron and Harry sat in the Griffindor common room, their serious expressions enough to keep their housemates at bay.
"That was awful," Ron said, looking at his friend.
Nodding his head, Harry continued staring into the fire. "You know that I'd never touch Hermione, right?" he said quietly.
Despite Hermione's absence, the meeting with Dumbledore that morning had ended with the decision to use Griffindor's sword to destroy the locket. They had agreed to meet again after dinner to do the deed. Ron had surprised them all and stepped up as the first to try. The locket had fought back, showing Ron his two best friends locked in an embrace, mocking him, but he had overpowered and obliterated the offending jewelry.
"I know. But with the way things are going, I'll never get to touch her either." Ron stared sadly into the fire.
"You mean…you aren't together?" Harry was confused.
"What? No! I mean…I've tried, but it's like she doesn't even notice me… Why? Did she say something to you?"
"No, but," Harry looked around and lowered his voice, "I thought that love bite on her neck was from you."
The pained look on Ron's face told Harry everything he needed to know.
"Hey you two!" Hermione flopped onto the chair next to Harry's. "I was just getting ready to head to the library to do some research for our History of Magic homework, did you want me to pick anything up for you?"
Glaring at her, Ron stood and quickly left the common room, heading for his room.
"Is he ok?" she asked Harry, concern evident on her face.
"Hermione…" he wasn't sure how to say this, "is there something you need to tell me?"
Her eyes widened. Had he seen her and Severus? "What are you talking about?" she asked nervously.
Harry went in for the kill. "Who gave you that hickey, Hermione?"
Her hand shot to her neck. The bastard had marked her and let her walk around all day like that! Gods knew what rumors were flying around, now. She'd pay him back for that.
Watching the expressions crossing her face, he knew she wasn't going to tell him.
"Harry…"
He raised his hands, "You don't have to tell me, and I probably don't really want to know. You have to tell Ron something, though; you know he likes you." He tried to smile, but it was half-hearted.
Understanding passed over her features and she looked at Harry. "I had no idea…"
Standing, Harry put his hand on her shoulder. "Just don't wait too long; don't hurt him anymore." With that he went to find Ron.
Hermione picked up her bag and left the common room. She stayed deep in thought until she found herself sitting in the library, staring at the wood table in front of her. Shaking herself, Hermione stood and went in search of the books that she'd come here for.
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