Lilies

Chapter Four:
The Second Detention

Tuesday dragged on for Severus and Hermione. There was a fair amount of dread involved for both. Hermione could not figure out for the life of her what she had done to deserve another detention, but found herself thinking that if it meant she could be near her professor, it didn’t matter. Severus, meanwhile, could not imagine what had possessed him to invite her into his presence again. Not the way he was feeling. He had tried all day to squash a growing excitement—mental and physical, at the possibility of seeing her again.

At seven thirty, Severus was seated at his desk, trying to rid himself of an erection, trying to remember when, before this week, was the last time he had even had an erection. This was certainly not normal.

Not a minute late, there came a knock at the classroom door. Against his better judgment, Severus stood, and walked to the door. Again, he had only just opened the door when she flew into the classroom, this time not heading for a desk.

“Miss Granger. Kindly remove yourself from my person. NOW.”

Hermione did not know what possessed her. The moment he opened the door, she had thrown herself at him… oh, the indignity. Hanging her head in a show of mock-penitence, she walked past him into the dungeon classroom. He closed the door.

“Follow me,” Severus said in a tone that allowed no argument.

He led his student—his STUDENT—through the classroom into his office, and from his office into his private quarters. He knew it was wrong, but he had known he would do this since she first darkened his door tonight and her assault of his person threw him over the edge. He needed to feel her again, the way he had that night, warm and gentle, pressed against him in the most titillating way.

“Professor?”

A twinge of guilt spoke to him as she used his title, “Miss Granger,” he ground out, clearing his throat, “what you were attempting to do when I first answered the door is not something that should be done in public.”

His meaning could not have been clearer. He intended to—to what? To sleep with her? To make love to her? To fuck her? She honestly did not care. She wanted him, and now.

“You intend to…” she began, unsure how to finish, unsure what to do as he pulled her close to him and felt his heat.

“Oh, yes,” he said softly, “I certainly do intend to.”

She pulled back, breathless. “Hermione.”

She took his grunt as a ‘What?’

“Call me Hermione.”

“I suppose you will want to use my given name as well?” he groused.

“Well, I figured it would be less awkward than the form of address we use in the classroom.” She had a point.

“You’re right. You’re always right. Quit talking.”

He punctuated that statement by pressing his erection into her belly and pulling her into a kiss.

Though vaguely shocked at first, Hermione felt herself growing increasingly bold as they kissed. She ran her fingers over his chest, pausing briefly over his nipples, causing him to shudder. She continued to her ultimate goal, which had been pressing against her belly in the most delicious way. As her hand ghosted over his erection, Severus broke away, looking stricken and… scared? Feeling very curious indeed, Hermione cocked her head to the side and looked skeptically at Severus, waiting for an explanation. What he came up with was most certainly not what she had expected.

“AllIknowaboutitiswhatIseeatrevelsandthetruthisIdon’thavemuchexperience,” he gasped out, backing away.

Hermione blinked, “What?”

“I-I-All I know about this is what I’ve seen at revels, which needless to say is nothing pleasant. I just… don’t have much of any experience,” the last part was mumbled into his own chest as he hung his head as if to hide from her.

For her part, Hermione couldn’t believe it. She had more experience that the… than him. He really was attractive in his own, dark, mysterious way. Anyway, he was certainly no more attractive than her frizzy-headed, big toothed, too skinny bookworm-self. Finding her voice, she decided it was time to be reassuring if she wanted to get any tonight, “That’s—unexpected—but not a bad thing.”

“It isn’t?” he asked, looking skeptical.

“Actually, it’s quite… sexy.”

“It is?” Again with the skepticism.

“Shut up,” she fairly growled, pinning him against the wall and pulling him down into a heated kiss. It was encouraging to Hermione, who didn’t have all that much “experience” herself, to feel the return of his arousal and she moved against it hungrily. Severus was positively panting, which was absolutely hot. Hermione brought his hand to her breast, hoping to encourage him to take a more active role, showing him how to touch her highly sensitized nipples, and gasping. ‘He’s the very archetype of the blushing, shrinking virgin,’ she thought with a giggle. An accidental, out-loud giggle. He broke away again, looking confused.

“Am I doing it wrong?”

Now she just had to laugh, really laugh. “Severus, relax. Believe me,” she said, her voice growing dark and sexy, “you aren’t doing anything wrong. In fact, I don’t think you possibly could.”

“What do you mean?” he asked breathlessly.

“Simply that you are the most sexy man I have ever seen, much less been with.”

“Really?” he asked, looking truly bewildered.

“Stop fishing for compliments when there are more important questions.”

He looked at her quizzically.

Pulling his head down, she whispered hotly into his ear, “Where is the bedroom?”