Shock Treatment

Chapter 5 … What Just Happened?

Well that was certainly unexpected. What would provoke her stoic professor to do that? In a detention. With her there. Hermione couldn’t honestly say that she had seen that coming, or that she minded terribly. But honestly, would every encounter with the dour man end in awkward memories for them both? She was certain that he had forgotten her existence as he did THAT to himself, for he looked as surprised as her when he came back to reality and his eyes found hers.

And now here she was with less resolution then before the detention, and another detention to boot tomorrow. At least tomorrow was Friday, she had potions first thing in the morning but she could handle a crowded classroom, then after her next detention she could spend the entire weekend recuperating and coming up with the next step of the plan. If she looked at the situation objectively though, she realized she could have been in a worse position then she was now. The events of the last couple of hours had brought them to a new level of intimacy.

She knew without a doubt that she would need to play her cards carefully in the future. They may be more then teacher and student now, but there was no way Severus (she could call him Severus now, her mind reasoned, after all she had seen him touching himself) would see them as being on equal footing yet. It was a long way away from being an ideal story book romance, but her brain had reasoned well enough that she was now calmer about what happened.

During the late hours of the night, before she had to be up to face the day, it was the repeated visions of him that kept her sated. His face would swim into her mind and she could see with startling clarity the look in his eyes and his shoulder shaking in that up and down movement. If nothing ever bloomed between them, she could live for years with that vision.

Meanwhile, in the dungeons Severus was replaying the detention in his head again and again. He had crossed a dangerous line with Hermione (he thought he deserved the right to call her Hermione, after all she had been caressing her breast in his classroom). He was now at the point of no return in his mind. She had peaked his interest for years on a platonic level, then when she returned from the summer in all her grown up glory he had admitted to no one just how attractive he found her. It was unethical and a line he shouldn’t even be thinking of crossing, but any will he had was out the window now. Or it would be if the dungeons had windows.

Her face was burned into his memory, the flush of her cheeks and the wild nest of curls tumbling gracefully, framing her face. Her nimble fingers with her perfect little nails would be a constant reminder of how they looked massaging her breast, the nipple hard and barely visible pushing the fabric of her jumper out. He still had a hard time believing he had lost control like that with her in the room, and he dreaded to imagine what she thought of him. If she had gone to the headmaster he would have been down to see him already, but then again if he got into trouble for what he did the headmaster would need to call into question the obvious sexual tension between the werewolf and the weasel.

Thinking of those two usually got his blood boiling. It seems if you were one of Albus’ precious Gryffindors you could do no wrong, even if that meant bedding a sixth year. He had proven his loyalty to the light without a doubt, not only had the school accepted it, but the entire wizarding world had celebrated him as a hero. That didn’t mean however that he wasn’t still looked at with more then a little suspicion when he did things no one would fault a normal man for, after all he was really a full blown Death Eater at one time.

With his thoughts a jumble in his head, and the knowledge that he would see Hermione tomorrow in his class and have to deal with that awkwardness, he drifted off to sleep. Dreams of a temptress in a red jumper let him sleep the whole night through.

Elsewhere in the castle that evening there was yet another drama unfolding. Ginny had spent the after dinner hours holed up in Remus’ office doing her damndest to keep him from actually trying to teach her defense. She had spent a little over four months (including the summer at headquarters) planting her little messages into his head. Whether he realized it or not he had slowly allowed her to become a fixture in his life. He kept hair bands of hers in his desk drawer so she would have them when she visited him, he no longer looked scandalized when she hugged him and pressed her nubile body flush against him, and most importantly he not only received her flirting with tact, but sent it right back at her.

‘And tonight’ thought Ginny, ‘tonight is the night I will do my best to get things moving in the right direction’. She had dressed in a leather skirt, conservative enough to not be trashy, but certainly the soft leather left an impression of defiance and a streak of wildness, and a white blouse. The buttons strained against her chest and she took the furtive glances he kept shooting at them as a good sign. Surprisingly enough it didn’t take nearly as much convincing on her part to get him where she wanted him as she thought it would.

She had been thinking of kissing him the entire evening, and because of the scene playing about in her mind her nether lips were swollen and wet and it was not so subtly that she found herself shifting in her chair trying to ease the delicious ache. It seemed to work to her advantage though, because little by little she saw his nostrils flare and his pupils dilate as he watched her. She smiled coyly and finally having enough of the game, decided to make her move.

“Can you smell me Remus?” she asked much to his chagrin. “Can you smell how wet I am for you right now. I have had enough of these games, I want you so bad and I know you want me. I want your rough hand all over my body and for once I want to make you howl instead of the moon. Please Remus, don’t fight it, be wild for once and take me right here on your desk, I promise I will make you feel things you have never dreamed of.”

He looked like he would protest, and though his mouth was ready to act like the responsible professor, his traitorous legs had lifted him out of his chair and he was soon pressing Ginny against his desk. It was then that his will to do the right thing broke and a flood of passion spilled out of him. She was right, he could smell her arousal, and had been able to for the last two months she had been visiting him in his office at school. His hands reached out to her of their own volition and he lifted her slight body onto his desk before wrapping his fingers in her hair and pulling her lips, hot and rough, against his own.

“Months” he murmured between heated kisses “months I have sat here and tried to convince myself you didn’t want me, that you were confused and it would pass. I can’t do it any longer, damn it there is only so much a man can take.”

And with those words falling from his lips, his fingers found her buttons and pulled, scattering them around the room. After he threw the useless garment aside and made short work of her scrap of a bra and reverently lavished attention on each of her nipples. She threw her head back and moaned giving him instant access to the creamy expanse of her neck which he immediately showered with open mouthed kisses. When she wrapped her legs around him and rubbed her dripping center against him he growled low and deep in his throat and pushed her knickers aside to slip his fingers into her.

She moaned a low and sensual sound and before long the teasing was no longer enough. She begged him to fuck her and though he had no intention of letting it go that far he was once again overwhelmed by her passion and allowed her to release him. His cock sprang to life, purple and dripping, and instinctively reached towards her center. He took the time to tease her clit with his head and run it up and down her slit, enjoying the whimpers of frustration as he passed over her hole again and again. He finally complied with the pressure he was feeling from her thighs trying their damndest to pull him to her and allowed the tip to slip inside.

He wasn’t sure who made the keening noise of pleasure, but wouldn’t have been surprised if it was both of them. She was hot and tight and it was taking every ounce of self control he had in him not to slam himself to the hilt into her dripping cunt. She felt exquisite and when he had finally buried his entire length within her, he was shocked to feel her gyrate against him, covering his balls in her juices. Being able to stand no more of the slow teasing, he pulled back and with a quick thrust slammed into her again. He was hitting every sweet spot she knew about and more she had no idea existed as he pummeled her ruthlessly.

Before long he had pulled out of her and lifted her, only to set her down with her beautiful arse proudly jutted in the air and her breasts against the mahogany of his desk. He quickly sheathed himself in her again and continued the rough assault on her body while his fingers held her hips firmly. She was thrusting back against him with everything she had and was soon screaming and tightening around him. He could barely stand how tight she was at the beginning, but with her orgasm squeezing him it was near painful. He pulled himself out at the last minute and while one hand was busy stroking her clit during her orgasm, the other was stroking himself. The cords in his neck stood out and his eyes shut in ecstasy as he spurt stream after stream of his cum onto her back and arse. After a quick scourgify and a passionate kiss goodnight they secured promises from each other to meet again and went their separate ways, to dream of their next passionate coupling.

So, inside the wall of the castle that night found four people in separate rooms dreaming of another. Two were sated and dreaming of heated bodies and tender embraces and two were wishing with all their might that they would soon find a way to be together. One Headmaster had been informed of all by his loyal paintings throughout the school and though he would pretend publicly to know nothing, the twinkle in his eyes was almost blinding before he drifted to sleep.

The next morning in the Great Hall, two breathless and slightly nervous girls found each other and with identical looks of exasperation and excitement they looked to one another and murmured “after classes we need to talk” at the same moment.

A/N- I just wanted to take a moment to once again bow humbly before you and thank Merlin for your reviews. They are my light at the end of the tunnel. I also appreciate more then you could ever know the correction to me typos I have received. It seems to me that if I am a bit more careful about proof reading my work I would have no need to burden you all with stupid errors. Thanks so much and happy reading until the next chapter!