Deep Down and Dirty Thoughts . . .

Disclaimer : I did not create, nor do I own, any of the characters. I just like to Imperio them into doing my will for a bit, obviously, for my own amusement, and not to make money.

Many thanks to my beta angelastarcat!!! Thank you very much!!!


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C H A P T E R . 0 1 . H E R M I O N E

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Merlin. That voice.

Well, to be honest, it’s not just the voice.

There’s also his intelligence. Intellect is a must.

Then there are his eyes; black and fathomless, like tiny whirlpools, sucking you in further and further until you feel like you can’t breathe.

And I can’t do without the snarkiness and subtle sense of humor. It takes all of my willpower to not snicker when he uses that masterful tongue.

Oh, I could go on and on and on . . . But I am too distracted.

Mmmm . . . That voice.

That silky sound, it never fails to give me panty puddles. I truly think that if he ever called me by my first name in that velvety tone, I would orgasm on the spot.

There is something in my ear that his deep timbre triggers, instantly sending a warm coil of quivering lust all throughout my body.

It is the reason why I developed my own Notice-Me-Not spell with built-in Silencing spell.

I find it highly unfair that I must attempt to control the uncontrollable; only to end up doing a fair imitation of someone hit with a Hot Pants hex, squirming in my seat all through his class. But, now . . . Now, it is a different tale.

A simple phrase and a few minute flicks of my wand, and I am undisturbed.

And in return, I won’t disturb anyone around me with what I am about to do.

Pulling my arms in through the sleeves of my robes, I can rub my breasts freely, like so, without as much as a peep from my classmates.

I tease my nipples until I want to scream. All the while, everyone around me is furiously scribbling notes for the rapidly approaching N.E.W.T.s.

Then I snake one of my hands down into my skirt.

Oh! Mmmm . . . I am now convinced. I am the most brilliant witch of my age.

I close my eyes and, ever so lightly, begin tracing circles around my clit and trail a finger into my slit. Over and over again I do this, as I focus on his voice, lecturing on and on about one fascinating ingredient or another. I add more pressure and quicken my movements. Meanwhile, his voice has me spiraling me higher and higher, until I cry out.

\"Severus!\"

Once I catch my breath, I thank Merlin for whomever invented the cleaning spell. As much as I would love to walk around all day with the evidence of what that man does to me, it proves, ultimately, to be too distracting.

Maybe I’ll catch up on my notes now, not that I need them. Or maybe . . .

Maybe I’ll have another round.

Merlin, I need to get a detention before I graduate.


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S e v e r u S l a v e N o t e s : Next chapter, Severus is . . . distracted. But, of course, he wouldn’t be much of a spy if he let on to that fact.

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