Her robe fell to the floor.

Lockhart was practically straddling Hermione as she sat in the chair. Even if the girl wanted to run (and what person in their right mind would?), she wouldn't be able to.

Preoccupied with her professor's lips, Hermione hardly noticed anything else. Truth be told, she had never actually been kissed before and even though a little, tiny part of her deemed the situation as inappropriate, the frizzy-haired girl couldn't resist the charming man and relished her very first kiss.

"Oh, Ms. Granger," Lockhart murmured. It was going along so well. Hermione was now kissing back. Gilderoy decided it was time to initiate the movement of his "magic" hands.

Gently, the man began to kiss the small girl's neck whilst his hands wandered under her sweater. It was off soon enough. He loosened the girl's tie and slowly began to unbutton her blouse. She didn't seem to notice, though the many moving pictures on the walls did and enjoyed the spectacle thoroughly.

Lockhart stopped suddenly. The portraits sighed. "Oh, dear," he said, feigning embarrassment. "I am so sorry, Ms. Granger. I am truly sorry. How terrible of me." He stood and turned his back on her. "I should not have…violated you like that! I am so very sorry."

He waited.

"Well… it's… it's alright," said the girl sheepishly.

"No, no it isn't," Lockhart said, hitting his desk with his fist. He was a better actor than he thought. "I shouldn't have forced myself upon your beautiful, majestic body, Ms. Granger. I am ashamed. Who knows what I would have done to you? I just can't control myself in your presence. Maybe you should leave."

Hermione hesitated, then replied in a quiet tone. "I don't… I don't want to leave, Professor."

Lockhart spun around, fake shock on his face. "Why?"

The girl stared at her shoes.

"Well… I liked it."

"Oh," he said, acting surprised.

Lockhart tried his hardest not to smile. He couldn't have selected anyone better; she made it so easy. Without her seeing, Gilderoy pointed his wand at Hermione and muttered a spell. The girl fidgeted.

"Is there something wrong, Ms. Granger?"

"No," she replied, even though her loins were suddenly tingling. It wasn't a bad sensation at all, it just took the girl off guard. There was a long silence.

"What do we do now, Ms. Granger? What do you want?"

Between the ecstasy that Lockhart's kisses had produced and the newfound feelings under her skirt, Hermione lost her head.

"You, Professor."

Gilderoy smiled. "I thought you would."

Author's note: Sorry it's been a while. I know the story isn't to great, but what do you think? Thanks for reading. I'll update soon.