To Covet and Consume

I cannot fathom how I could ever become bored with such a creature as my assistant. I do not remember how her two predecessors even held my attentions. True, Miss Granger has constantly been in the back of my mind since her forth year, but why I never decided to toy with her new maturing emotions sooner I will never know.

After only three weeks she is walking about my classroom, stores, and office as if she owns the bloody place. I took her to task about this yesterday evening before she was done for the night, and to her credit she had a strong argument as to why.

“Professor, if I asked to borrow or use every item I need to complete the list of tasks you give me, and my daily work, I would be constantly harassing you every few minutes. I am sure that would annoy you more. I am here to be of assistance and that is what I will do to the best of my ability, but if you wish for me to ask any time I need an ingredient from you stores, or a finer metal stirring rod, then I shall.”

She is quite the fighter. I admire that about her. Of course, because of the outburst yesterday, no matter how right she may have been, I have no intention of letting her go early this evening. She will be brewing throughout the night, possibly into the wee morning. Depends on how far she gets under my skin this evening.

I flick my wrist at my classroom door after I hear my assistant’s confident knock. My eyes meet hers for an instant and she grants me a caress of a smile as her hello before she prepares her workstation. Her eyes avoid mine from here on out. Miss Granger seems quite a bit more nervous in my presence then she did yesterday, a lot more stiff.

I have slowly begun to weave a web of seduction throughout the last eighty-seven hours Miss Granger has brewed for me. I have kept every action or word spoken subtle. This is my game. I have all year. I will not allow my animal instinct to rush any of it as it nearly did in the tower. In class I stand near her as she hovers over her cauldron; so near that my robes brush against her wrist as I swoop away to watch over the next student. I have never stood this close before. In my labs, after class, I take it one small step further; I allow my hands or body to linger against hers. She attempts to hide shivers after my fingertips brush the back of her hand. The delicate muscles in her neck tense as she denies herself the novelty of searching for me after my robes tease her skin in class. On more then one occasion my presence in her space has almost caused a disaster worthy of Longbottom, but she seems to catch her mistake at the very last second. Miss Granger is slowly beginning to realize that my proximity has a large influence on her undivided attention; I think this new tidbit is starting to concern that logical mind of hers.

I bore my eyes through the top of her pretty little know-it-all head, wanting her attention torn between me and the base of the potion. I can see the struggle as she lifts her head slightly to add the Phoenix tear to the base then she swallows noticeably. As I continue to stare, the right side of my mouth quirks upward in amusement at her lame attempt to ignore my presence. I set down my quill and stopper my red ink readying myself for the challenge. I rest both my elbows on my desk and lace my fingers together before gently resting my chin upon them. I know she can feel me watching her. She is restless, brushing phantom strands of hair from her un-obscured line of vision. As she stirs counter clockwise the required seven times her eyes dance to every space in the room but my desk.

This is mildly amusing. I wonder, if I were to stare at her the same way for the rest of the evening would she continue to ignore my mere presence to the point that I would be able to masturbate here at my desk completely undetected? My cock twitches at such a delicious thought.

I stand and push back from my desk, there is no way I want my lower half controlling tonight’s lab time. I creep about my lab under the guise of checking my 6th years sitting Polyjuice potions. I circle in behind her after I notice that her body has completely relaxed. She is now in her brewing zone. Generally nothing short of an explosion can pull her from this zone, but lately my presence or voice, loud or soft, seems to be doing the trick. I am now close enough to smell her wonderful scent again. I inhale deeply and allow my eyes the courtesy of rolling back and closing for an instant. Strange, I think when I open my eyes. Her body is still relaxed. I step closer allowing the front of my robes to barely brush against the back of hers.

And still, not even a minor reaction.

This is quite bothersome! She should be squirming or side stepping my proximity and yet nothing! This makes no sense. She was practically a bundle of barely contained nerves hours ago in class. The both of us, alone together, should be affecting her much worse. What created such a change in her? Or, perhaps I was merely imagining her reactions before… Maybe she never shivered when our skin brushed or tensed when she felt my robes sweep softly against hers.

I stalk back to my desk, trying in vain to deny the disappointment bubbling within me. I resume my stance from before; elbows on desk, chin on hands, and I watch her. I watch her for any sign or acknowledgement of my being.

This is bloody ridiculous!

She has completed her first potion and still, not so much as a glance in my direction.

“Miss Granger.” I bellow.

She jumps noticeably, “Yes, sir?” Her eyes do not meet mine though, for her head still remains inside the cauldron she is scrubbing clean.

“After you have completed your station clean up you are dismissed for the evening.” I hiss, feeling a dull thud begin behind my right eye.

She looks at me for the first time since she started on the Blood Replenishing Draught. “But, sir, I have other tasks to complete today. I have only been here for an hour-”

“I am quite capable of telling the time, Miss Granger!” I shout, frustrated and annoyed that I would allow this chit to give me the starts of a headache. “I wish to call it a night.”

She looks thoroughly disappointed, “Yes, sir.”

I massage my temples and listen to her move about and finish cleaning her workstation. I need to know. “Miss Granger, you seem much more comfortable in my presence then I have ever seen you tonight. Why is that?” I ask as causally as possible under the throbbing circumstances.

She stops packing her bag to consider my question with a shrug and a gentle smile. “I suppose after seven years I have just become immune to you and your scare tactics, sir. Goodnight, sir.” I watch her leave and shut the door softly behind her.

I believe it is time to pick up the pace and change the rules slightly in my little game.

“Immune, to me?” I snort the rhetorical question to my now empty classroom. “I think not!”

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Lemons are slowly approaching!

Enjoy!