Defining Sexuality

A/N A lot of you did not like the last chapter but I hope this clears it up a bit. This chapter was supposed to be the end, but it is a long one so I will have to add another one. I do write this on the fly after all. I will think about re-writing chapter 13. Please let me know so I can gauge how to re-write it. Thanks for all the reviews as I appreciate it.

Chapter 14

Hermione went into Deviate and sat at Table. "Thank you for inviting me Neville." Speaking out as she was sure that her friends were listening.

Neville looked down to the table from the booth. "You're welcome Hermione." Speaking out as he reflected on their friendship for the last two years. He and Draco had become sort of an Agony Aunt to her; listening to her many failed relationships with wizards and remembered her visit last week.

"They only date me for my reputation of being declared one who helped save the world. I think I might try dating a muggle man as they would not know my history." She told him as she took a sip from her Fire whiskey. "I need to know if there is anyone out there for me. After Severus, I'm not so sure. And believe me it has not been by lack of effort."

Neville looked to her, hesitating a moment before he spoke. "There is a way if it is a muggle you wish to seek. Go to Deviate Hermione. Who knows what you will discover."

Hermione looked to him shocked that he would suggest it and then thought about it as she nibbled her lip. Hmmm it was an option. She had bedded a few wizards in the past, so it was not like she was pining. Professor Benson was correct in his words to her that the human race was sexual in nature. Neville's suggestion was not what she expected or thought of. It was worth a go as she did not want to end up as a spinster. Most of her class at Hogwarts thought that she would end up like that with a load of books and several cats to keep her company.

"Great idea Neville. What day would be the best?"

Nevile smiled. "Thursdays are always interesting as it seems most fresh meat VIPS come out on that day."

Hermione jumped out of her chair. "Perfect Neville!" Hugging the wizard. She pointed her wand to her body changed her dress into that of an Aurour First Class. "I've got to go and break up a fake good luck bracelet ring with Harry and Ron and once again defeat the evil in our world. The day is perfect as I am resigning from the Department of Magical Law Enforcement as my heart really isn't into it. See ya there."

Draco opened the door and watched her leave and then turned to his partner, pulling him to him. "You know that Master Watson will be there delivering an altered version of Severus's potion promising spectacular results."

"I know. Maybe she has a thing for Potions Masters. Master Watson did promise to participate to prove to us that his potion is perfect and safe." Neville replied as he felt his partner rubbing his crotch and felt the immediate response of his cock.

"Your sudden change to that of a Slytherin has turned me on. Tame my snake Gryffindor!" Draco commanded as he pulled his partner into his bedroom.

Neville pulled himself out of the memory. Oh yes he tamed Draco's snake and so much more.

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Hermione decided that she was going to let herself go. The last time was all for academics but this time it was for all for her.

She danced with quite a few men as she allowed them to rub their hands around her body as she felt the pleasant feel of arousal build within her. So delicious and promising! She drank just enough to let her barriers down. The techno beat allowed her to do the same with the men that danced with her. A hint here and there and a quick rub to the crotch signified a response in quite a few as she gave herself away. It was hedonistic and not at all what she normally was. She felt free for the first time in two years.

Harry and Ron watched from their place watching for trouble.

Ron spoke to his friend. "Harry! Is that Hermione I see? Gods she is different."

Harry watched Hermione for a few moments. "We're not here to judge her Ron. It seems that she is searching for something, though I admit it is uncomfortable as we both know how Hermione really is."

Ron felt guilty. "It is Harry and it was unfair that Master Snape died so early in their relationship." Continuing to look to the floor for trouble. "I think that he did truly love her Harry and she loved him as well."

"I think so too Ron and she had more than her fair share of upsets with wizards. I suppose that it is the reason why she is here." Harry softly replied. "I think that she is searching for a Muggle to complete her."

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Hermione heard the hiss of the potion being expelled in the air as she felt the need to immediately remove her clothes. What was going on as she remembered this did not happen before? She undressed and joined her fellow VIPS on the floor as the DJ announced. "Find what you truly desire and let go!"

Back at the booth Draco spoke to his partner. "Not sure that I like this as it seems like an orgy."

Hermione moved around, and suddenly found herself kissing a woman as she returned the kiss as she felt a man hold her from behind as he kissed her back, pushing his erection against her as she melted into the group. Oh gods! She felt so hot but knew somehow that they were not what she sought. She continued on, compelled in her lust to find what she desperately needed. Her desire grew and moaned out as she continued to search for the perfect one, writhing amongst the bodies.

Hermione continued to twirl about amongst the bodies as a blonde haired woman deeply kissed her and looked to her for a moment with lust filled eyes before she disappeared and was replaced by a man kissing her deeply and pulled her close against him and felt his erection against her. It all was a blur as moans of lust was heard all around her.

Whirling, twirling, as she continued to seek what she desired as a light sheen of sweat covered he body. Searching…searching… until suddenly!

Hermione moaned out in pleasure as she felt a mouth suck her nipple, feeling a thrum of need wash over her as a man pulled her away from the group. She knew that she needed him, wanted him, him and that he was it. This was what she desired.

Hermione looked into the blue eyes of the man as he pulled her toward him, both falling onto a cushion as he immediately moaned out as she touched his cock.

She heard him moan out as he spoke out with an American accent. "Yes!" Climbing onto her with his cock at her mouth. "Suck it!" He commanded

Hermione immediately complied allowing him to thrust his cock into her mouth, moaning out in pleasure as he slammed into her hot, wet lips.

The man hissed out in pleasure after a few minutes and pushed her back as he pulled her legs around his shoulders as he immediately entered her. "So good….. So right! What I always desired." The man moaned out as he continued to fuck her harder, pushing deeply into her.

"I always knew that ya were always mine and mine alone." He growled out, placing his hands behind her ass and pushing up so he could get more depth.

She did not register his words as he growled out in pleasure as she reached down and scratched his balls as he continued to fuck her, his cock slamming into her.

Hermione moaned out in pleasure as he continued to pound into her, feeling her imminent release as he came as well, her velvet walls clamping hard on the cock within her as he continued and growled out in his release as well, his body shaking as he felt his cock hardened even more for a moment before he came, growling out and shuddering.

Hermione looked to the blue eyes of the man as he wrapped her against him. He whispered in her ear, a strange American accent causing a shiver. "Once again I am complete."

"Oh my gods who are you?" She whispered out.

The blue eyed man said nothing as he watched the woman in his arms fall asleep.

The lights shined bright as Hermione stirred and realized that she was left alone.

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A few days later Professor Watson sat at Staff Meeting after dinner. "Headmistress, may I have a word with ya?" His deep Texan accent sounding out. It had taken the students a week to understand him when he first arrived here and would be done with his two year contract in one week as it was end of term.

Minerva watched the other professors leave and addressed her American Potions master. "Of course John. What do you wish to discuss?"

"This letter Ma'am." Pulling a piece of parchment out of his shirt pocket and handing it to her. "I think ya received the same one as well."

Minerva sighed as she read it. "I did and she will be here to visit tomorrow to talk to all of the staff. Of course your answer to her is no seeing as you will be leaving us." She looked to her colleagues dress. "Merlin's sake John, you need to dress more formally even if you not performing your teaching duties."

He stood up and tipped his white cowboy hat to her. "Yer lucky that I wear teaching robes during class Ma'am. In the States this is how I dress when I teach. We aren't as stuffy as our British counterparts an' thank Merlin fer that. Good night Ma'am."

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Hermione entered the gates and began the long trek to the castle, her mind drifting back to the years that she attended the school. It had been both heaven and hell for her. Heaven being the library and all of her studies, Hell being the Final Battle fought on these very grounds, remembering the cries of the wounded and watching many friends die that horrible day.

Walking up the path she heard a loud cheer and glanced to the Quidditch pitch and found that it was empty. "Strange" she thought to herself as she continued to make her way up to the castle.

She stopped for a moment with a look of disbelief. Was that a corral that everyone was gathered around?

She changed her direction and found that a good third of the student population was there. Some students recognized her from her visits to Defence class before and greeted her. "Aurour Granger." Word had not got around about her resignation yet.

Students parted in respect of her status and watched a man riding a horse full speed around a course of barrels, barely missing them as he turned the horse into tight turns.

"Now Hagrid!" The man on the horse shouted out as he drew a rifle, drawing a bead on the beer bottle that the half-giant tossed high in the air. He fired and bottle exploded.

"Who is he?" Speaking to the Gryffidor student standing next to her.

"Oh, that's Professor Watson Aurour Granger. He's pretty good and does this every Saturday to stay in form for some sort of Rodeo circuit that he does when back in the States. Generally he'll teach what he calls "The Cowboy Way" after this but class is cancelled today."

Professor Watson walked his horse around to cool off and then removed the rifle and transfigured it into an apple by using his wand and offered it to his horse. "Remember students ta take care of your hoss and your hoss will take care of you. Real sorry that class is cancelled today but I am expecting a visitor and I see that she has arrived." Tipping his hat to where Hermione was standing. "Just give me a minute and I'll be right with you."

Hermione watched him remove the saddle and blanket off the horse and dried off the horse using hay that was on the ground and then produced a brush and quickly brushed the horse.

He slapped the horse's hind and watched the horse begin to walk towards the fence and called out. "You jus' go on to Hagrid's hut Artamis. You know what happened when ya decided to venture into the Forbidden Forest last time. Yer lucky that those spiders did not turn you into horsemeat and be thankful that Hagrid arrived in time." Laughing as the horse snorted in disgust.

Professor Watson jumped over the fence as the students gathered around him. "Move along lil' doggies and ya might wanna study potions. Y'all might jus' set your eyes on a pop quiz on Monday."

The students groaned out as they left the professor and his guest.

Artamis ninnied and looked to his familiar once again and snorted.

She heard a deep chuckle erupt from the wizard as he pointed his wand and removed the corral and changed the ground back to its usual pristine appearance.

"One more minute and I'll be ready to formally introduce myself to ya Aurour Granger."

Hermione watched him conjure up a pail of water and removed his cowboy hat and poured the water over him and used his handkerchief to dry his face and hands.

Quickly running a comb through his short brown hair he turned to his guest and held out his hand. "Professor John Watson Master of Potions and it is a pleasure to meet ya Aurour Granger."

She shook his hand and replied. "Just call me Hermione Professor Watson as I tendered my resignation a few days ago." Noticing his six foot plus frame with a well defined chest showing though his wet plaid shirt. He was wearing jeans and a belt with a huge buckle and brown leather cowboy boots with spurs attached. "I admit that I have never met a professor quite like you."

He smiled revealing perfect white teeth to her. "You were not supposed to see me in such a casual appearance as the Headmistress commanded me to meet you in proper robes. The Headmistress will tan my hide later. But this is how I am when not teaching and in order to obtain my services she had to make certain allowances."

"I can see that as Minerva is a proper witch and believes in tradition. Just blame it on me Professor."

"Call me John when other students are not around. Yer not a student after all." Walking next to her as they made their way to the castle entrance.

His accent. His eyes. Hermione suddenly stopped. "You are the man I was with at Deviate." She exclaimed.

John looked to her. "It was me Hermione and I'm sorry the way that I left you. I was there to test a potion that I created and the owners required me to participate to prove the safety of my potion. One of the reasons I am here is to test some that I have created and working with your Ministry. A little bird told me of the club. I was going to round you up after the end of term."

Hermione turned to him. "Do potions lie John because I felt something more than lust."

John looked to her. "They don't Hermione and neither does yer heart young filly. The Headmistress will form a posse and hunt me down if she knew that I met with ya. Give me yer address and I'll meet up after school ends."

They entered the halls and found Minerva waiting for them. "Professor Watson…." Disapproval evident in her voice.

"Headmistress, I noticed the students and the corral. I'm sorry not to have met Professor Watson in a more formal setting." Hermione spoke out.

Professor Watson tipped his hat to the witches. "We'll meet after dinner Aurour Granger."

They watched as Professor Watson left them, hearing his spurs jingling out as he walked away.

Hermione looked to her ex-Head of House. "He's quite the character Headmistress. I wonder if all American professors are the same."

Minerva ignored her remark as they began to walk toward her office. "All of the staff is at my office except Professor Watson as you have owled him directly. Consider their offers Hermione. Professor Watson will be returning to the States. I'm not sure who will be the next Potions Professor."

Professor Watson watched Hermione at dinner, his thoughts returning to that of the club. Such lust and passion from her when he sucked her breast and pulled her to him, remembering her hot, lithe body in his hands and under him.

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Hermione entered the Potions classroom and noticed that he was dressed in the purple robes of a Potions Master as he sat at his desk grading papers.

"Have a seat Hermione." Finishing up his papers and placing them to the side.

John looked to her as he pulled out a parchment and began to write. "I wish I could accept you as an apprentice but I am heading back to the States after term. Your Potions scores, along with yer N.E. are exceptional and any of these Potions Masters will readily accept ya. And your reputation of a successful Aurour will help you find your trail."

She took up the list. "Severus Snape is not available as he died two years ago."

"I did not know that Hermione. I have only met him a time or two and while a dark individual, he had some remarkable contributions to our art."

She glanced to the portraits in the classroom. "Professor Watson may I have a word with you privately?"

John looked to the portraits in his classroom. "You know the true reason why I am here and I ask yer discretion." He drawled out.

He heard the portraits ayes, affirming their consent as he led Hermione to his personal chambers and allowed her to enter first.

"What do ya wish to ask of me in privacy Miss Granger?" Falling back to formalities as she looked to him.

"You! Only you!" She exclaimed as she pulled him down and kissed him deeply.

John responded back in kind. Her kiss was hot and inviting. He pulled away from her. "The Headmistress tracks our time together fer reasons that you do not understand. You must not tell anyone that we have met before."

Hermione looked into the light blue eyes of John. The intensity of his gaze reminded her of Severus as she kissed the American once again and felt him wrap his arms for a moment and returned her kiss. "I have missed ya Hermione Granger." Removing his purple robes and stepping away from them. "As you see I am a true Potions Master as I am buck assed naked before ya."

Hermione looked to him. "So I see John." Pulling off her robes and kneeled before him as she took his cock into her mouth as he moaned out as he pushed deeper, enjoying the feel of her hot lips wrapped around his cock, placing his hand on her head and forcing her to go deeper. "That's the feel of it young filly." He moaned out as he pushed her down onto the floor and took his weeping cock and placed it at her entrance and started to push forward as the room flared yellow.

"Damnation!" John shouted out as he suddenly pulled her up and wandlessly dressed them both back into their clothes and pushed her into a chair. "The nag is checking up on me. I'll see ya in two weeks Hermione."

John walked to the door of his chambers, smoothing his robes and opened the door revealing the Minerva. "A pleasant surprise Headmistress as we were finishing up her future in Potions. Care fer a shot of Jack?" Pouring a measure of Jack Daniels into three shot glasses and handed the witches a shot glass as he held up his. "To yer health." He stated as he drained the shot down and watched as the witches did the same.

"It's time to go Hermione and I hope you will be joining us next semester. I hope that Professor Watson gave you valuable advice concerning a Potions apprenticeship."

Hermione joined Minerva. "He did and gave me a list but I had to cross Severus's name out because Master Watson was not aware of his death." Allowing Minerva to guide her to the door.

Minerva turned her head back and shot a look of disapproval to her colleague as she saw him smile and wink.

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Minister Kingsley sat next to Professor Watson in the Great Hall for the Leaving Feast and ate his meal as his bodyguards stood discretely behind him. "I understand that you are leaving for the States after this? I hope that you have completed all that you needed while here in Scotland."

Professor Watson smiled. "Ya can bet yer boots on that, though I will have to pack up a few things in my chambers to verify it." Looking to the Minister in a knowing way.

Kingsley motioned the First Class Aurours that were assigned to him for this trip. "Harry, Ron, I'll be safe enough unattended by you two for a few hours. Go and catch up on things around here and meet me in my quarters in two hours."

"Thanks Minister." The two wizards replied at the same time and left the hall as they understood that the Minister wanted to conduct business with them not witnessing it. It was not the first time that they have been sent away when assigned to him.

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Professor Watson tipped his cowboy hat to the students that greeted him as his spurs jingling beneath his purple Potions Master robes as they made their way to the dungeons.

Soon they were at the door to his personal quarters and knocked on the door and watched as it opened and entered.

"How do Professor Watson." Seeing his doppelganger standing beside a desk.

"How do yerself Professor Watson." His doppelganger replied back as he moved to stand next beside him.

"Remarkable as your mannerisms and voice are the same." Kingsley remarked. "Tell me, was the experiment a success?"

"John's altered Polyjuice potion is remarkable. I have his memories and mannerisms within my mind and identity intact and in control. I have a journal and have written in it every day fer two years with my observations and any questions that I had. "I'd be over the moon if ya could respond to them when you read em."

John touched the doppelganger's side and felt him pull his hand away and laughed. "Were you ticklish there before taking the potion?"

"Nope."

John addressed the Minister. "He'll be given fifty percent of the profit as he unwilling rode the trail for two years by dishonest means. Kingsley read from the book one year into this and if I knew of the way of it, I would have never accepted. We ride fer the brand and I would have not signed on to it. By time I found out it was too late."

He looked to the doppelganger. "Ya don't care to be livin in my boots do ya?"

John smiled as the doppelganger shook his head. "I'd not blame ya on it. Why don't ya mosey on out after you write whatever I need to say and do tomorrow. I've got to lasso up Artamis anyway." Handing the wizard a phial. "That will turn ya back to normal an owl me if you still retain my mannerisms and memory if ya don't mind."

The doppelganger accepted the phial. "If the Headmistress warns ya off a certain filly just do this and leave her if ya don't mind." Showing him the one finger American salute.

John chuckled. "I understand and I think that I can do that fer ya."

The doppelganger looked to the wizards for a moment and left, glad to be free of the hell that he was forced into.

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Hermione moved back into her parent's house after she resigned from the Department of Magical Law Enforcement. She opened up the parchment and read the words on it and set it down on the table. Draco had invited her to his Manor for a meeting that was important to discuss in person.

She took a shower and lay down in her bed and dreamed of a man that morphed back and forth between Severus and the American Potions Master.

She remembered his words… "They don't Hermione and neither does yer heart young filly."