Response to Andrian's "And Thou Shalt Not" Challenge at WIKTT
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Hermione has an affair with Severus when she is in her seventh year at Hogwarts, only to have him push her away. Years later she returns to Hogwarts with her husband – Remus Lupin…
Disclaimer: still not mine…
Chapter One: THOU SHALT NOT…Act On One's Inappropriate Thoughts
I can see her sitting at her desk, eagerly awaiting the return of her test. Having just tossed Potter's abysmal attempt back at him, with a distinct lack of flourish compared to that I have just handed Malfoy, I am given a satisfactory glare. What day is complete without the aggravation of that certain little all encompassing egotistical prat? Bloody Potter and his perfect existence. Bloody Potter who finally killed Voldemort – well, it took him bloody long enough, didn't it? Well, I'll be damned if I'm going to add to his little fantasy. The big red F scrawled upon the parchment seems to have served its purpose. Don't get me wrong, I'm perfectly content with the nonexistence of Voldemort, just why did it have to be that little snot who killed him? It's just another slap in the face to Severus. Never mind that I was the one who informed the Order where Voldemort would be, never mind that I risked life and limb on a daily basis to keep them informed, no, Potter is the hero once again! I sneer at him once more before looking down at the tests before me.
Hermione's test is now residing at the top of the pile, and giving her a long sneer I wonder if I wasn't a little overly exuberant when placing the mark upon the page. Perhaps I was a little soft. She looks at me expectantly. Silly girl has absolutely no idea what she does to me, and it will stay that way! For the best I suppose, its not like she would ever return my affections. She is still staring at me as I glance back at her test wondering whether I should change the grade. Perhaps she will read too much into it – perhaps I am. She can damn well wait. I make sure she sees me slip her paper to the bottom of the pile, then pass her by. She pouts – her bottom lip sticking out just a little. Goddamn that girl, she has absolutely no idea how attractive she can be. Almost every male head in the room is turned in her direction, and I could almost swear that Weasley is drooling. Not that any one of them would dear make a move on her – she's too intelligent for them, and they know it. Course, its fairly apparent by the way she looks at the couples wandering around Hogwarts that she has very little respect for herself. Poor girl, must think she's utterly repulsive. Wait, what am I saying? This is know-it-all Granger! You don't feel sorry for her, Severus! Merlin, even Malfoy is gawking at her. That boy really needs to get over his new found libido and concentrate on his schoolwork. Time to get rid of him – for his own good, of course. Has absolutely nothing to do with the little fantasies continuing in my head about those pouty lips…SEVERUS!
"You will leave once you have your papers!" I growl at the class.
There's a small cheer, from those select few who are either Slytherin or brave enough to risk brassing me off. Or perhaps both. Luckily for them, I'm too busy keeping my mind off Granger to bother with dispensing punishments.
I continue around the room, finally dropping Weasley's paper in his lap. The boy is out the door before he's even glanced at the page.
That just leaves Herm…Miss Granger. I'm not sure when she started to be Hermione in my head, but it's about bloody time it stopped. I can't keep torturing myself like this – she's a student and I'm her professor and Albus has made his first commandment very clear: Thou Shalt Not Touch the Students. Drawing a deep breath, I return to Hermione's desk. She's sitting there, peering through her thick lashes at me. It's autumn, in fact damn near winter, yet today is extraordinarily warm. One of those days where I curse my persuasion to layers of dark clothing. And being in the dungeons doesn't help – it's stuffy down here. Of course, it's not just the temperature that is heating me through…SEVERUS!
Hermione is wearing her uniform, but has discarded both her robes and jersey, and is sitting there wearing an inexplicably thin white shirt which, if I'd wanted to – and of course I don't – I could see her white lace bra beneath. Perfectly fitting for Hermione – she is, after all, quite innocent.
"Sir?" Hermione's voice breaks through my thoughts. I give her a glare, look at her test once more, before allowing it to flutter on to her desk. The moment it has left my hand I am hurrying back to the front of the class – before I either change my mind about her mark or do something that Albus would not condone and make a bloody fool of myself yet again.
"A+!" Hermione squeals. "A+!"
"Yes, H…Miss Granger. Now leave before I change my mind!" I snap at her, though I don't bother to look up. No point torturing myself further. I can picture her smiling face perfectly well without looking at her. It's gone quiet, and I feel it safe to drag my eyes up from the parchment on my desk – don't ask me what was written on it, I haven't the vaguest. Expecting a now empty classroom I am shocked to find Hermione standing right next to me, a tentative smile on her lips.
"Thank you, Professor," she says softly.
My mind is telling me to say something smart, something scathing, to just get her away from me – but it doesn't bother to tell me what to say. She leans down and places a soft kiss on my cheek. God bloody damn her! She lingers there for a few moments definitely more than necessary. Her lips are soft and warm against my skin; tiny electric shocks emanate from where she is touching me. I can't help it. I grasp her face in my hands and move my mouth to cover hers. I run my tongue along the grove between her lips and she quickly parts them for me. As I plunge my tongue it, revelling in the sweet taste that is Hermione, she moans softly. She moans because of what I am doing to her, she moans of her own free will. This one noise is what sobers me. I quickly draw back, my palms slipping from her face. She looks at me, her eyes filled with both confusion and desire. I force my eyes away from her face, refocusing them on the parchment on my desk.
"You may go, Miss Granger," I say, my voice coming out very quiet. I feel unbelievably guilty.
She doesn't move. "Professor?" she asks tentatively, her hand reaching out and touching my arm.
"I said get out!" I yell, unable to take it any longer. I still refuse to look at her. I feel her jump, then hear the noises of her gathering her books and finally the sharp tapping of her shoes against the flagstones as she hurries from the class.
I am a complete bastard.
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SS/HG HG/RL
Hermione has an affair with Severus when she is in her seventh year at Hogwarts, only to have him push her away. Years later she returns to Hogwarts with her husband – Remus Lupin…
Disclaimer: still not mine…
Chapter One: THOU SHALT NOT…Act On One's Inappropriate Thoughts
I can see her sitting at her desk, eagerly awaiting the return of her test. Having just tossed Potter's abysmal attempt back at him, with a distinct lack of flourish compared to that I have just handed Malfoy, I am given a satisfactory glare. What day is complete without the aggravation of that certain little all encompassing egotistical prat? Bloody Potter and his perfect existence. Bloody Potter who finally killed Voldemort – well, it took him bloody long enough, didn't it? Well, I'll be damned if I'm going to add to his little fantasy. The big red F scrawled upon the parchment seems to have served its purpose. Don't get me wrong, I'm perfectly content with the nonexistence of Voldemort, just why did it have to be that little snot who killed him? It's just another slap in the face to Severus. Never mind that I was the one who informed the Order where Voldemort would be, never mind that I risked life and limb on a daily basis to keep them informed, no, Potter is the hero once again! I sneer at him once more before looking down at the tests before me.
Hermione's test is now residing at the top of the pile, and giving her a long sneer I wonder if I wasn't a little overly exuberant when placing the mark upon the page. Perhaps I was a little soft. She looks at me expectantly. Silly girl has absolutely no idea what she does to me, and it will stay that way! For the best I suppose, its not like she would ever return my affections. She is still staring at me as I glance back at her test wondering whether I should change the grade. Perhaps she will read too much into it – perhaps I am. She can damn well wait. I make sure she sees me slip her paper to the bottom of the pile, then pass her by. She pouts – her bottom lip sticking out just a little. Goddamn that girl, she has absolutely no idea how attractive she can be. Almost every male head in the room is turned in her direction, and I could almost swear that Weasley is drooling. Not that any one of them would dear make a move on her – she's too intelligent for them, and they know it. Course, its fairly apparent by the way she looks at the couples wandering around Hogwarts that she has very little respect for herself. Poor girl, must think she's utterly repulsive. Wait, what am I saying? This is know-it-all Granger! You don't feel sorry for her, Severus! Merlin, even Malfoy is gawking at her. That boy really needs to get over his new found libido and concentrate on his schoolwork. Time to get rid of him – for his own good, of course. Has absolutely nothing to do with the little fantasies continuing in my head about those pouty lips…SEVERUS!
"You will leave once you have your papers!" I growl at the class.
There's a small cheer, from those select few who are either Slytherin or brave enough to risk brassing me off. Or perhaps both. Luckily for them, I'm too busy keeping my mind off Granger to bother with dispensing punishments.
I continue around the room, finally dropping Weasley's paper in his lap. The boy is out the door before he's even glanced at the page.
That just leaves Herm…Miss Granger. I'm not sure when she started to be Hermione in my head, but it's about bloody time it stopped. I can't keep torturing myself like this – she's a student and I'm her professor and Albus has made his first commandment very clear: Thou Shalt Not Touch the Students. Drawing a deep breath, I return to Hermione's desk. She's sitting there, peering through her thick lashes at me. It's autumn, in fact damn near winter, yet today is extraordinarily warm. One of those days where I curse my persuasion to layers of dark clothing. And being in the dungeons doesn't help – it's stuffy down here. Of course, it's not just the temperature that is heating me through…SEVERUS!
Hermione is wearing her uniform, but has discarded both her robes and jersey, and is sitting there wearing an inexplicably thin white shirt which, if I'd wanted to – and of course I don't – I could see her white lace bra beneath. Perfectly fitting for Hermione – she is, after all, quite innocent.
"Sir?" Hermione's voice breaks through my thoughts. I give her a glare, look at her test once more, before allowing it to flutter on to her desk. The moment it has left my hand I am hurrying back to the front of the class – before I either change my mind about her mark or do something that Albus would not condone and make a bloody fool of myself yet again.
"A+!" Hermione squeals. "A+!"
"Yes, H…Miss Granger. Now leave before I change my mind!" I snap at her, though I don't bother to look up. No point torturing myself further. I can picture her smiling face perfectly well without looking at her. It's gone quiet, and I feel it safe to drag my eyes up from the parchment on my desk – don't ask me what was written on it, I haven't the vaguest. Expecting a now empty classroom I am shocked to find Hermione standing right next to me, a tentative smile on her lips.
"Thank you, Professor," she says softly.
My mind is telling me to say something smart, something scathing, to just get her away from me – but it doesn't bother to tell me what to say. She leans down and places a soft kiss on my cheek. God bloody damn her! She lingers there for a few moments definitely more than necessary. Her lips are soft and warm against my skin; tiny electric shocks emanate from where she is touching me. I can't help it. I grasp her face in my hands and move my mouth to cover hers. I run my tongue along the grove between her lips and she quickly parts them for me. As I plunge my tongue it, revelling in the sweet taste that is Hermione, she moans softly. She moans because of what I am doing to her, she moans of her own free will. This one noise is what sobers me. I quickly draw back, my palms slipping from her face. She looks at me, her eyes filled with both confusion and desire. I force my eyes away from her face, refocusing them on the parchment on my desk.
"You may go, Miss Granger," I say, my voice coming out very quiet. I feel unbelievably guilty.
She doesn't move. "Professor?" she asks tentatively, her hand reaching out and touching my arm.
"I said get out!" I yell, unable to take it any longer. I still refuse to look at her. I feel her jump, then hear the noises of her gathering her books and finally the sharp tapping of her shoes against the flagstones as she hurries from the class.
I am a complete bastard.
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