Remember

CHAPTER 27: Tormenting the Teacher









The witch was trying to kill him. Severus sat at his desk, his intent having been to mark essays while the students handled their projects. However he was unable to focus on the stack of parchments before him for his attention was being monopolized at the moment by the witch in the front row.









He always knew when she was watching him; he could feel an almost electric charge prickling the back of his neck. It was that feeling that had him looking up and instantly wishing that the student desks were fronted. She was watching him, her eyes hooded with the tip of her quill brushing back and forth over her plump lower lip. He shifted uncomfortably, recalling the feel of those oh so soft lips moving over his body.









His face however remained impassive, regardless of the painful arousal now tenting his robes beneath the desk. She was the only person he would allow to see him without the mask he had worn for so long, and only in private. That thought had no sooner rolled through his mind when his gaze lowered and he very nearly dropped his jaw and made a liar of himself.







She was slumped in her chair, her bottom slid to the edge of the seat. She had her knees parted and he was treated to a very clear view straight up her skirt. She kept wiggling slightly and rubbing her thighs together before letting them fall apart again. He was mesmerized and longed to slide his hand up those creamy thighs and remove the white, cotton knickers hiding her sex from his view.









He cleared his throat loudly and she jumped, her eyes meeting his guiltily as she sat up and returned her attention to her work. Severus scowled, though she couldn’t miss the flash of heat in his eyes before he looked down and began to mark papers, taking out his frustrations on the idiotic ramblings of the dunderheads he was forced to teach.











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“Stop it.” Severus hissed at Hermione as he stood next to her and checked her potion. She was staring at his hands as he stirred her cauldron checking for color and consistency. She really couldn’t help herself, those elegant, long fingered, talented hands deserved attention. She nearly giggled when she thought about writing poetry in honor of their grace and beauty.







“Sorry, sir.” She whispered instead, wishing they weren’t in the middle of the classroom so she could feel those beautiful hands moving over her skin. He was driving her crazy, putting her off and making certain he avoided being alone with her for any length of time.







Severus grunted in response, she wasn’t really sorry and he wasn’t really all that annoyed, he just knew that she had a certain fascination with his hands and what it generally led to. Waiting was growing tiresome and so was tossing off in the shower. He never imagined a person could get so bored with themselves.











Memories of their past came back unbidden as her eyes remained glued to his actions.





”Stop it, Hermione.” Severus growled as he put the last of their ingredients into the cauldron to simmer. She was watching his hands again and chewing on her lower lip, a sure sign that the witch’s passions were on the rise. Not that it seemed to take much, he thought with a laugh.







He had listened to the other males in the school complaining that they had to beg, lie and coerce in order to get a witch to shag. Most of them wealthy, attractive and popular wizards too, and here he was, poor, ugly and an outcast and all he had to do was let her see his hands and the witch was his. It was a heady thing, having a witch who loved and desired you.







“Sorry, Severus, I can’t help it.” She whispered, watching him make the notes on their assignment and then set the quill aside as they allowed their potion to simmer.









“Your cheeks are flushed.” He said, scooting his chair over so that he was closer to her. They were seated in the back of the classroom in the corner. Professor Slughorn having decided it was the best spot for them since they were top of the class and were the least likely to need his assistance. Severus was rather grateful for their obscure position in the room at the moment.









“Being close to you has that effect on me.” She said with a slight laugh as he looked around the room to make sure no one was watching, then bent his head to give her a quick kiss. “You know that isn’t helping.”







“Who said I wanted to help, you look pretty with your cheeks all red.” He grinned. She frowned at him, her lips pursed in an exaggerated pout. She took his hand in hers and began running her fingers lightly over his palm tracing the lines and swirling little patterns over the sensitive skin. He was so aware of everything concerning her it frightened him at times. He could detect the changes in her pulse, her breathing as she became aroused and if he actually had much of an ego it would be swelling to unmanageable proportions.







“Such amazing hands…you will do so much with them.” She said softly as she caressed the tender skin between each finger. He scowled slightly, another of her rather cryptic comments about his future, though she would never go into any detail about what she meant, only that he was meant for great things.







“Want to know what I am going to do with them now?” He asked, pulling his hand from hers and sliding it over her knee. She gasped softly and her eyes began to dart around the room.







“No, Severus, someone will see!” She squeaked, wrapping her fingers around his wrist to stop his upward journey beneath her skirt.







“Shhh, stop panicking and no one will pay us any mind.” He soothed, kissing her cheek. If he believed anyone would be paying attention he would stop, but they were pretty well secluded in the corner and it was a rather difficult potion they were brewing so the other students were engrossed in their work. “I would never do anything to hurt or humiliate you.” He whispered.









“You say that now but you laughed at me when a boy jinxed my teeth and embarrassed me in front of everyone.” She said hoarsely even as she loosened her hold on his wrist and allowed him to slide his hand further up the inside of her thigh.









“Then I will apologize for being a bastard in the future.” He chuckled, his fingertips coming in contact with the damp crotch of her knickers. She whimpered and bucked against his touch. “Shhhh, be still and keep quiet.” He said.









“You should know better by now, I can’t…not when you are touching me.” She felt his fingers slide under the wet cotton and stroke over the soft, slick folds of her core. “We can’t do this...Severus…oh goddess!” He slid one long finger inside her, thrusting in and out slowly as he sat beside her, staring down at his potions book. He looked as though nothing was amiss and his hand wasn’t currently bringing her quickly to orgasm.







She was trying hard to remain as cool and nonchalant as he was, but she was a miserable failure when it came to hiding her emotions and suppressing her passion. She was a demonstrative woman with those she loved, she wanted them to know she cared and she loved Severus above all things and she wanted…no, she needed to reveal how she felt to him, how he pleased her. She writhed in her seat, trying to hold back the tiny whimpers and moans that were struggling to escape.







Severus was smirking when he felt the first, tiny flutterings of her impending release. He heard the strangled sound slipping through her lips and turned in his seat to cover her mouth with his when her orgasm washed over her. She clamped her thighs tight around his wrist and cried her release into his mouth. Severus continued to kiss her until she relaxed and he could slide his hand from between her thighs, wiping away the slick evidence of her desire with the lining of his robe.







“I can’t believe you did that in a class full of people.” She said, looking around nervously to see that no one had seen anything and were still engrossed in their work.









“Just wait until class is over, witch.” He drawled just as their timer went off to indicate their potion had simmered long enough. Severus frowned as the memory played out, tormenting him with what was to come. He wanted the witch desperately. Graduation couldn’t come quickly enough.







“Your project gets an E, Miss Granger.” Severus said abruptly, folding his arms and tucking his hands into his robes. He saw her eyes narrow as she glared at him and his brow rose in query. “Do you have a problem with your mark?” His little overachiever was unhappy to have less than an O. She clenched her teeth and offered him a tight smile that had the corners of his mouth twitching in amusement.









“No, sir.” She said with restraint.









“Really? Because I sense a certain…displeasure…in your tone.” He goaded. There was some joy to be had in provoking the fiery witch. If he couldn’t engage her intimately then he would find an alternative passion to spark. She tilted her head to the side and contemplated the smug look on his face. A slight smile twisted her lips.







“You must be mistaken, sir.” She said softly so no one would overhear. “It would be impossible for you to ever sense anything close to displeasure in me where you are concerned.” She saw his sharp inhalation as his eyes narrowed into slits.







“Saucy minx.” He muttered beneath his breath as he gave her his patented glare though it held no real rebuke.









“Perhaps I should schedule an appointment to visit your office after dinner, sir…perhaps you could offer some guidance on what I might do to improve my marks in the future.” She said, fighting the flirtatious smile that threatened.









“It doesn’t really matter, Miss Granger. In a week you will graduate, no guidance I could offer will make a difference between now and then.” He said pointedly.









“While it may not count for the final grade, perhaps you could offer a little extra credit to help things along?” She was teasing him with her words and she reveled in it. She never dreamed his eyes could go darker, but they did.







“Very well.” He said, his voice going deeper and a bit raspy. “Come to my office at eight o’clock and we will discuss your education, Miss Granger.” With a grace and flourish that had her smirking, a bad habit she picked up from him, he stalked off to the next student.