To Covet and Consume

As I stand here in the shadows, watching her chest rise and fall gently, I realize that taking Hermione will be different and quite more satisfying in comparison to the others. The others were not close friends with the Boy-Who-Just-Wouldn’t-Die. I can just imagine the curses Potter would throw my way. I do not consider the brat at all a threat, but watching the look on his face and the attempt to stand for Miss Granger’s honor would be undeniably entertaining. Also, my other playthings were not the pride and joys of their individual Houses. I would most defiantly enjoy hearing an accurate description of Minerva’s reaction after finding out I have tainted her most precious Head Girl, but I do value my life so witnessing her reaction first hand is not something I wish to do. She scares the bloody hell out of me when she gets angry.



The clouds are shifting and are allowing the delicate strands of moonlight to dance about my little know-it-all’s body. Silly chit should have her curtains drawn. The sun rises directly outside the Head Girl’s window.



Her nimble body senses the intrusion of light and turns away from it. This will not do at all. I silently command the drapes framing her window to shut, and as expected she returns to rest on her back. The movement has caused her sheets to shy away from the top of her body. The thin strapped top she wears has shifted far to the left, practically leaving the roundness of her right breast open and exposed to my greedy eyes. I refuse to just watch from the darkness.



Her breathing is deep and even as I approach the bed. I see her eyes fluttering underneath her lids. Dreaming of leading a house elf rebellion I suspect, but that will soon change. I move and sit gently on the four poster bed. It does not squeak, and barely shifts under the added weight.



It is time to test the waters, as some many say. My body wishes to grab onto her, possess her, and consume her. It is only using the small amount of will power that I still retain that I do not pounce. I must take this slow. Test the girl’s limits and boundaries. I slowly reach out and brush a bundle of suede chestnut ringlets from her forehead and she does not even shiver. I keep my eyes on her face as I expertly lower the sheets even more and still she does not budge. Now with more of her exposed I draw my hand up her right leg, barely painting the skin with my finger tips. She shivers when I hit high thigh, inches away from the hem of her proper white cotton panties. I only hesitate for a moment and chance a glance to her eyes before continuing onward. When my fingers meet the harsh fabric they refuse to stop their exploration of her sweet skin. They follow the bottom hem of the panties, up and around to trace vertically over her taut stomach. Now my fingers gently pace over the top hem of her underwear. She mews slightly and arches up towards me, requesting more attention.



My free hand carefully inches up her black shirt, unveiling more of her young flesh to my lecherous self. I remove my other hand from her panty line and pull my hair out of my face as I lean over her body. I blow gently on her tiny nipples demanding they stand at attention. She smells so pure and clean; like soft peppermint. I can’t help the urge so I taste her with a gentle kiss between her breasts. She growls, and then arches her back right off the bed and against my mouth. I can only smile against her skin.



She is such a deep and careless sleeper. It is dangerous to sleep this soundly with a war brewing outside these walls. You have no idea what types of men will find their way into your room and do with you as they please.



I leave the fabric of her top bunched neatly above her breasts. My fingers return to their pervious pattern; dancing about her freckled skin. She is still sleeping quite deeply so I have decided to raise the stakes. I run my right hand down over her abdomen, past her belly button, over her panty line, and down across her mound. I apply more pressure at this juncture then I have any where else and I am rewarded; her tight little bottom pushes off the mattress in an effort to get closer. This action alone sends a strong jolt of awakening between my own legs. I slide from my spot next to her and remove my hand from between her legs. She lets out a disappointed moan from loss of contact as I move quietly to the foot of the bed. Her body is more alert now, and yet her mind remains asleep.



I situate myself between her legs as I kneel on the floor. I lean up and over the mattress and brush my nose across the lower portion of her pubic bone, as I grind myself harshly into the mattress. I steady her arching hips with firm hands. I then lean back and move my hand down to rest weightlessly on each of her thighs. My thumbs reach out and trace both of those sensitive cotton covered lips. Both digits dance across the delicate area bringing her body to full attention. I first stroke down twice, then stroking up only once and then circle my own hips into the mattress. My right thumb traces down her slit, slowly forcing the fabric of her proper panties between her swelling lips. My left thumb takes a different approach and pushes gently against her nub. Her verbal encouragement steadily becomes louder, and her breath more ragged as I continue in this motion. I stop only after a few seconds, when I feel her arousal drench her panties.



She makes pouting noises yet again as I pull away from her. I hook my fingers beneath the top hem of her underwear and slowly pull them down and off her body. My thumbs repeat the same torturous movements that they did when her mound was clothed. Her mews and growls have transformed into deep moans and sexy little grunts. I want to push a finger into her, but penetration would generally wake the others. I do not want to risk that, not now that we both are having so much fun, so I lean in and take her clitoris between my teeth instead. Bloody hell! The reaction is instant. Her back arches straight up off the bed as her climax consumes her. My mouth never leaves her mound; and I devour all evidence of her body’s climax caused by my own hand and, well, mouth. I rest my stubble ridden cheek against her belly as we both catch our breaths.



“Mmm… Professor…” she purrs. My blood runs cold and I reach for my wand.