Curiosity

CHAPTER TWO


She debated with herself for several long hours before making the final decision to meet him. She saw him immediately when she walked in. He was sitting in the back at a small table, slightly hidden in the shadows. He was sitting in a half circle booth covered in royal blue velvet that matched the floor length table cloth. He didn’t look up as she approached, didn’t acknowledge her at all as she slipped into the booth beside him. With a slight wave of his hand, a bottle of wine levitated and filled her glass.
“So you actually showed up, despite what young Malfoy no doubt told you about my personal…peculiarities.” He said, his eyes still downcast and focused on his glass.
“Yes.” She said softly.
“Are you curious Ms. Granger?” He still did not look up.
“Yes.”
“Would you like to explore? Get a little taste of the darkness?”
“Yes.” He turned his head, is black eyes glittered menacingly.
“How far are you willing to go?” He asked her. He sat up, turned his body slightly towards her, one arm across the back of the bench.
“I only ask that you not hurt me.” She answered.
“Sir.”
“I’m sorry?” She asked, confused.
“From this point on, you will address me as sir.” He leaned close, his lips lightly grazing her ear. “Unless you’re coming, then you can call me Severus.” He sat back, watching the flush creep across her chest and up her throat to her face. She had worn a pretty blue sundress with a low cut bodice and full, knee length skirt, her hair had been braided, and hung in a long, thick rope to her hips.
“Yes sir.” She whispered softly.
“Very good Ms.Granger.” He drawled. “First, let me give you the first rule. You are to obey, whatever it is I ask you to do, you are to do it without question. If at any time you refuse, I will walk away, and not look back. Do you understand?”
“Yes sir.” She answered.
“Excellent, if our relationship goes beyond tonight, we will establish more guidelines, but for now, this is the first lesson you must learn.” He looked at her now, flushed and panting. He wanted to smile, but found the gesture difficult to achieve. “That is a very fetching dress Ms. Granger, did you dress hoping to excite me?” He asked.
“Yes..sir.” She pulled her bottom lip between her teeth. What if Draco was right? What if she couldn’t handle this?
“Are you wearing stockings?” He asked. Her head snapped up, somewhat surprised by the personal question.
“Sir?”
“Answer the question Ms.Granger.” He demanded.
“No, sir. I’m not wearing any stockings.” She was embarrassed, suddenly unsure.
“Are you wearing knickers?” He asked, watching as her face reddened further. This was just the beginning, he knew that eventually she would overcome her modesty, her only desire would be to please her master. He suspected that Hermione Granger would prove to be an amazingly adept sub.
“OH!” She yelped in surprise.
“Ms. Granger, I’m waiting.” He lifted his brow, staring at her impatiently.
“Yes, sir, I am.”
“Give them to me.” He said, his eyes locked with hers.
“What?”
“I said, give them to me, now.” He repeated. She stared at him for a moment. She was tempted to run away, but her curiosity got the better of her. For once, she wanted to do something that was unlike her, something different. She nodded slightly and edged towards the bench.
“Where do you think your going?” He asked, grabbing her wrist and pulling her back beside him.
“Um, to the ladies….”
“No, the table cloth goes to the floor, you can remove them right here if your subtle.” He told her.
“But people will see…”
“Then let them see. No one will notice you, they are too busy with their own business.”

Biting her lip, she reached beneath her skirt as subtly as she could, hooking her fingers into the elastic waist band of her panties she began to slide them down, lifting her hips and pushing them past her hips to her knees, then to her ankles, bending slightly as she stepped out of them, wadding the lacy material into a ball in her hand. She handed them to him, somewhat shocked to see that he didn’t even glance at them, just tucked them into his pocket and continued with his wine.

When the waiter arrived, he took the liberty of ordering for the two of them. As he watched the man walk away he watched her from the corner of his eye.
“Now let me see.” He told her, turning to face her.
“You put them in your pocket.”
“Not the panties, I want to see your pussy.” His rough language should have offended her, but instead she felt the warm rush of moisture between her thighs. He could see her shaking as she toyed with her response. Would she play? Or would she run? Mustering her courage she shifted, sliding one bent leg up, crossing the ankle over her knee, letting her leg rest against the seat cushion. She pulled her skirt up slowly, her eyes darting around the room to make sure no one was watching.
“Look only at me Ms. Granger, I am the only person here who should matter at the moment.” She set her gaze on his face, watching as he followed the rise of her skirt, until finally, he could see the soft curls guarding her sex. She jumped slightly when he reached out and tugged the curls gently. She whimpered, slightly embarrassed and becoming extremely aroused.
“You don’t shave…I like that.” He told her. “I want you to scoot closer to me Ms.Granger.” She put her leg back down, and slid across the velvet seat so that she was pressed close against him. His hand dropped to her thigh, kneading softly, his finger tips tracing soft little circles over her skin. She was starting to sweat, her body felt like it was on fire. “Spread your legs.” He whispered low, smirking slightly when she obeyed. He slid his fingers along the inside of her thigh, finally coming in contact with her soft, wet heat. She made a little moaning sound deep in her throat as he pushed through the plump lips of her sex, his fingers sliding easily through the slick juices of her arousal.
“Oh my, what have we here.” He asked as his finger slid over her throbbing clit. “You are very wet Ms. Granger, do you like this?” He asked, slipping one finger inside her soaked entrance. She wanted desperately to moan aloud, she chewed on her lip, trying to stifle the little noises threatening to spill past her lips as he fingered her slowly. “Would you like to come?” he asked.
“Oh, Gods yes,….sir.” She was trying not to wiggle, fighting the urge to thrust against his hand as he flexed his finger in a come hither motion, pressing up against her sweet spot. It only took a moment for her to break, the muscles of her pussy clenching tight, pulsating around his finger. She would have screamed, it was so good, but her covered her lips with his, taking her cries into his mouth as she rode out her orgasm.

He slid his fingers free from her wet, sucking heat as he continued to kiss her. His lips moving gently against hers, his tongue sliding along the plump lower lip she was so frequently biting. He was reaching onto the table, pulling a napkin down into her lap and discreetly wiping her cream from his fingers before tucking it between her legs and wiping away the evidence of their play. Her tongue slid into his mouth, and she moaned when he sucked hard on it.
“Severus!” He pulled away slowly, as he heard his name. He looked up to see Hogwarts Headmistress McGonagall accompanied by Madame Hooch coming to a stop in front of their table. “Hermione?” She looked at the two of them, the look of horrified shock on her face was priceless.
“Good evening ladies, how are you?” He asked them, refusing to remove his arm from around Hermione’s shoulders.
“Oh, very well thank you. It’s such a pleasant surprise to see you here, together.” She looked confused, she had obviously seen them kissing, but wasn’t quite believing it.
“Oh, well, Ms. Granger and I became reacquainted recently. Didn’t we love?” He asked, giving her shoulder a slight squeeze.
“Yes, its good to see you again, both of you.”
“Well, I’ll let you get back to your….uh, well we will let you get back to it.” They started to walk away, but McGonagall stopped and turned back.
“You know Severus, the current potions professor will be leaving after this term. It would be wonderful if you would consider returning next year.”
“I’ll consider it, and be in touch. Thank you.” He watched them walk away, Hooch turning to give him a sly smile and a wink.
“Oh my goodness!” Hermione gasped, her hand fluttering to her chest. “I cant believe I was caught snogging by a professor! I never even did that in school!” She said with a laugh.
“Yes well, had we been caught doing that then, you would have been expelled and I would now be in Azkhaban.” He muttered.