Something Much Darker II

Hermione lay in her dorm room. Around her in the dark she could hear the deep breathing of the other girls who were sleeping soundly. She however, could not manage to join them. As usual, she was thinking of Severus, wanting to be with him, wanting him to…

She turned her head and bit the pillow in frustration. Two weeks! It seemed like forever. The longest they’d been alone in all that time was five minutes after class one day. She had stayed behind under the pretense of cleaning her cauldron. As soon as the last student was out the door, she had looked up to see him sweeping toward her, his robes billowing behind him. She had stood up to meet him, and he crushed her to him, kissing her as though she belonged to him, as in her heart, she did. Hermione had wrapped her own arms around him, thrusting her tongue into his mouth. He had raised her skirt with one hand, grasping her buttock and pulling her to his hardness, grinding it against her. But then, he had had to push her away before his next class came in and received the shock of their lives.

Just thinking about that episode excited her; she ran her hands over her breasts and caressed her nipples, sending shivers though her body. She was already wet. In fact it seemed that she hadstayed wet since her first night with Severus. Hermione had never before known that it was possible for a woman to be so aroused that her sex ached. She knew it, now, though, from firsthand experience. Like her wetness, the ache never quite went away anymore. She had attempted to ease it by masturbating each night after the other girls slept, but though she came, the ache stayed. It seemed that only Severus’s touch, his cock would ease it. Gods! How she wanted him!

Coming to a sudden decision, she kicked the covers off her and sat up. Peering out of the bed curtains, she looked to see if the others were indeed asleep. They all had their bed curtains drawn, so that was a good sign. She quietly got up and pulled her robe on over her short pajamas. Looking down at herself, she grimaced. Her floral nightclothes weren’t exactly made with seduction in mind, and they looked ridiculous underneath her long school robe. But, she shrugged, if Severus was anywhere near the state she was in, it wouldn’t matter how she was dressed, because she wouldn’t be wearing it for long.

She slipped out the door, checking the corridor for anyone that might be about, and saw nothing. Hermione closed the door, picked up her robes, and ran softly for the stairs. How wonderful that for once Professor McGonagall didn’t seem to be prowling the castle! Maybe her luck was changing.

She reached the bottom of the first flight of stairs and started to turn towards the hall leading to the dungeon stairs when she heard a voice. “Miss Granger! What are you doing out of bed at this hour?” Professor McGonagall demanded. Hermione’s heart sank, but her mind raced to come up with an excuse.

“Professor, I couldn’t sleep. I thought I’d sneak down to the kitchens and get some warm milk. I’m sorry.” Hermione was relieved at how natural her voice sounded. Of course, it wasn’t the first time she had lied to Professor McGonagall.

“Do you know, Miss Granger, that sounds like a lovely idea. Why don’t I join you? Perhaps some warm milk would ease my insomnia as well. You don’t mind, do you?”

Of course I mind! Hermione’s mind screamed. I don’t want milk, I want to get FUCKED! How she wished she could just say it, but of course she couldn’t. “I don’t mind, Professor. That would be lovely,” she replied instead, inwardly cursing at her bad timing. Professor McGonagall fell into step beside her as they turned toward the kitchens.

From the shadows of the hall leading to the dungeon stairs, a pair of angry dark eyes watched them walk away. There was a swish of black robes as their owner whirled about and stalked back to his rooms alone, instead of with his lovely little Gryffindor, as he should have been.