To Covet and Consume

Sorry about the length but i needed and Transition chapter.

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My wand is mere inches away from us, our bodies still entwined. The blood is slowly returning to my mind. I could reach over her to get it. The mirror shows me that her eyes are still closed and I can feel her beneath me attempting to catch her breath.

I am hesitating.

For the first time in my life, I have no idea what to do.

For the first time in what feels like a lifetime, I care what she will think of me.

For the first time, not including the countless times I have dreamt of taking my life, I am considering taking the coward’s way out.

I think I prefer my dick calling the shots around her, because a deflated cock and a clear head is confusing me.

I inch my hand toward my wand watching her for any sign, positive or negative, in the mirror. I let out a breath, one that I had no idea I was holding, as my hand grasps the handle. My eyes must have flickered from the mirror because I actually let out a gasp of fear, one worthy of Longbottom, when Miss Granger’s soft hand takes my wrist in a unrelenting vice grip.

My eyes move back to the mirror; her chest is still flush against the tabletop, her face and features relaxed and her eyes still closed. Her hair is a mass of beautiful tangles and the afterglow is gently fading into a dim shimmer. She was gorgeous before our encounter, but sex does wonders for her.

“Don’t even think about erasing this.” She yawns and shifts back against me sensuously. I watch her hand in the mirror as I feel her grip relax and fade into a caress. That is definitely a positive sign.

I look up at my own reflection; my hair is still stringy, my skin is sporadically covered in red blotches which seem to emphasis my under fed body. Nope, no such luck for me. Sex makes me appear even more hideous.

I take in the heavenly sight of her once more. This time her soft eyes are on me. “Were you actually going to Oblivate me?”

I hesitate again, “Perhaps.”

“Why?” The tone in her voice is one of curiosity heightened with hurt.

Do I answer with the truth?

Do I tell her I was about to violate her beautiful mind because I was afraid she would yell at me?

Because for the last 3 years I have been waiting for this moment; living, breathing and fighting for this night, but I did not think realistically past it?

Not a chance in hell. Riddles will have to do.

“I am a Slytherin Miss Granger, as far from a Gryffindor as you can possibly get,” I say with a quiet smoothness that even shocks my own ears.

She contemplates my side stepping answer and eyes me suspiciously in the mirror. She seems to make a decision in her mind as I stare back at her with my effortless bored stare.

She pulls away from my person and my body automatically begins to mourn the loss. She nods to me in the mirror and begins to dress with as much dignity as her young self can muster. I can clearly see the pain, anguish, and mental lashing she is giving herself beneath her quickly constructed façade.

I feel guilt.

I feel the churning of guilt wrestle in my stomach as I watch her slip into her jeans. The conclusion about my riddle was the wrong one. I need to stop her! I think this frantically as she pulls on her tank top, and not bothering with her brazier, she just slips it into her bag.

“Where do you think you are going?” I ask more harshly then I meant too.

“Back to my room, Sir,” She replies evenly, though refusing to face me as she picks up her bag and turns to the door. “I assume you wish to complete the potion and then retire for the evening in peace.”

My pet definitely assumed wrong. All pets belong at the foot of their Master’s bed.

“No.” I wave my wand and dress myself. “You will complete the last of the base, move it over to the counter behind my desk to mature, and then you will clean up this mess and join me in my quarters.”

I pray that it was demanding but welcoming all in one. I decide to leave her to complete her task as I spin on my heels and head towards my office door. I need time to regroup, but I will not let her return to her Head Girl room confused and dejected.

“Your quarters, sir?” She says in barely a whisper.

“Top shelf, third book from the left,” I say cryptically. The instructions on how to open my trap door. Why must I tell her that? I could have left it open. I continue through the open office door but call back, “Miss Granger, do hurry up; I do not appreciate you dawdling in my lab.”