Seduction by Design

Seduction By Design




Chapter 6

Sunday night she usually brought in the week’s worth of graded assignments and essays for the following Monday. He was willing to wager that even though she would be upset and distraught at his rejection, she would have them completed. She may have silly romantic ideals, but she was a practical witch above all.

Like clockwork, she knocked on his office door at eight. He smiled. Her predictability was a good contrast to him. And an excellent factor in the probability that his plan would succeed.

He stood up at his desk when she entered, her hair loosely piled on top of her head, wearing a long but accursedly tight skirt and a sweater that seemed to fall off the shoulder revealing creamy skin he was tempted to run his fingers along. He ignored it.

“Here you are.” She dropped the scrolls down on his desk. “I suggest you assign extra homework on healing potions to the third-year Slytherins – their essays were abysmal. Also, I think you should read Cameron’s Highchair’s essay. It was quite interesting. I never realized how phallic the ingredients to a basic contraceptive potion were until I read his essay.”

“Highchair’s infamous second brain. A wonder how he is able to speak in sentences with his hormones leading the way.” He replied, his eyes watching her intently. She was fidgeting under his gaze. It was too amusing.

“Did you meet with Remus?” She asked casually, rubbing her neck. Bloody minx. Using body language to rouse his attention to the graceful curve of her neck.

“He is experiencing a reversion of his wolf-like capabilities. It seems, Hermione, your potion did it.”

Her eyes slightly widened when she heard her name. Her face was often like an open book – she was trying to hide her surprise but her features were twisted in apprehension. She heard it all right, but was trying to pretend it didn’t mean anything. Perfect.

“We did it, Sir.” She answered and he rolled his eyes. She was back to that now. It made her sound like she was a student again.

“So what other unfinished experiment were you planning on mastering next?” He asked casually, sitting on the edge of his desk, his arms folded over his chest, tapping his fingers slowly across his forearm. He followed her gaze to his hands and stretched them out. Let her think of all the wonderful things he could do with those long meticulous fingers.

“Well,” She cleared her throat. “I was thinking about investigating possible counters for Cruciatus curse.”

“Rather optimistic, are you?” Where was this chit twenty years ago when Voldemort first began using the Unforgivable? “And how is it you believe you will succeed when others have all failed miserably?”

“Because,” She stood up straight, her chin held proud. “The same people who have failed have also failed preparing a stable Wolfsbane potion. That is why.”

“Overconfidence is the mark of a true amateur, Hermione.” Her name, again. This time is was deliberate.

“Then it is very lucky for me to have an experienced Potions Master by my side.” She cooed, leaning forward. “Would you like to start tonight?”

He was privileged enough not to have class until the afternoon on Mondays. He refrained from smiling. “We shall start simply. You have seen my notes on the topic?”

She nodded. “The basis was a simple pepper up potion, right?”

This was going to be even simpler than he thought. “Five points. The simplicity of the potion means it can be strengthen and altered while it’s main function remains static. Everything we should require will be in my storeroom.” He replied, opening the old creaking door with a flick of his wand. “I’ll ready the cauldron.”

She nodded, turning for the storeroom.

All too easy.

He let her have a few moments to linger, gather a few ingredients, before he moved in for the kill, much like a hunter to its prey.

He moved with lithe feet, coming up behind her so quietly she didn’t even know he was there. “We will also need Titania’s teardrops and Eden apple cores while you are here,” He said in her ear, his tone silky. She jumped, pressing her warm, slender form up against him. He raised an eyebrow at her when she turned, brushing against him in the process. “Did I scare you?” He asked in a low, almost intimate tone.

She shook her head, stepping back only to press up against the shelves. “No, you just surprised me.” She almost whispered. In the low light her eyes were glowing darkly in apprehension. She licked her lips, a gesture that did not go unnoticed. “They are not the top self, right?”

“Let me,” He reached up behind her, bringing his body up against hers before picking the right bottle and handing it to her. “Is there anything else you want?”

“Severus,” He could feel her body tremble slightly against his, hear her heart thunder inside her heaving chest.

“Nothing else then that you desire?” He asked, his fingers twirling around her wrists.

“What are you doing to me?” She whispered, almost moaning when his lips brushed her ear.

“Returning the favor. Call it…seduction by design.” He murmured into her ear, taking the tender flesh in between his teeth and biting it. She jumped again – he had her anchored against his body.

“I thought…this was wrong. You didn’t want me.” She said breathlessly, but one of her arms was around his neck for balance, her fingers twirled in his hair.

He kissed her neck, found her pulse and licked it. “I had some sense talked into me.” He replied. “I am stubborn and I am difficult.”

“Yes,” She moaned as his kisses found her jaw.

“I prefer quiet solitude and will always despise your friends.”

“I know,” She moaned again.

“And I will never bring you flowers or chocolates or hold your hand in public and declare my undying devotion.

“I…never expected you to,” She squealed as his lips found her chin and full bottom lip.

“I will expect nothing less than your mind, body and soul.” He kissed her lips softly, pulling only an inch away. “I will have everything.”

She sighed. “And what will you give in return?”

“All that I have to give is myself.” His stare burned into hers.

“That is all I ever wanted.” She answered, nodding.

He kissed her with all the passion he felt burning inside him, using his entire body to kiss her. One arm snaked around her waist; the other cupped her face to his. He could feel his body respond to the heat of hers and his desire for her grow. He pressed his groin into her belly and heard her gasp again.

When she tore her mouth from his, he found her neck again, nibbling and sucking, almost branding her. “Are you sure this time?” She cried softly. “I would have everything of you, but could you ever say the same for me?”

He pulled back momentarily, letting his eyes burn into hers. “I would have everything and then more.” Certainty is what she sought. Perhaps her hurt her more than he thought.

She practically squealed, jumping up into his arms. He was startled but held fast, pulling her legs around his waist. He steadied his body by switching their positions, leaning his weight onto the store shelves while his mouth urgently mated with hers. Her kisses were fast and frenzied, her body was grinding into until it was almost too uncomfortable.

One of his hands found her breast while the other anchored her to him. He kneaded the globe, pinched the stiff nipple gently before circling to the other breast. His hand slid further down, sliding against the soft wool of her sweater to the hem and reaching underneath to feel the soft flesh of her stomach. She sighed, the contact a blissful reminder for them both.

The first time…night…had been a furious union of souls in a heated embrace. In many heated embraces. He had not been gentle, then again neither had she. It had felt rushed because it was – he had to learn her body in one night and have that lesson branded in his mind so it stayed with him always. Now he had time, now he could savor even the simplest touches.

Savor was a word that flew out of his mind the moment she grinded her hips into his, bringing her clothed pelvis into contact with his, and groaning at the onslaught of sensation.

There would be plenty of time to savor later. Right now…he just wanted to be inside her. Get this fucking fantasy over with so he could fuck her senseless in the comfort of a proper bed.

He pushed her back against the shelves again, shoving her back against the wood. His fingers pulled the skirt up over her thighs and bunched it at her waist. Her fingers were shaking with need as she helped free him from the confines of his trousers, pushing them over his hips. She took hold of his erection with one hand, the other guiding his finger to her clothed sex. Running a single digit over the damp cloth, he almost moaned.

Merlin, she was already for him.

A tremor of lust ran through his body as his hips grinded into hers again, mimicking the act of love through the flimsy layer of fabric. Unable to control himself, he merely pushed the cloth to the side and buried himself in the heat of her.

He thrust into her almost forcefully, banging her body against the wood shelves, driving himself fully into her eager body before pulling almost all the way out. His fingers stroked her clitoris rhythmically through the wet panties, urging her to come fast – his control with fleeting. Hermione was crying out, trying to ride him as best she could under the circumstances of their position, her kisses frantic and almost attacking his mouth with her ardor.

His control was fading fast, her body was too pliant, hot, wet – he was fucking her now, almost uncaring for her own release. Every motion seemed to send bottles of ingredients flying, crashing to the floor and splashing their feet. He grabbed hold of the shelf by her head for stability as he found his peak – her insides clamped down on him, milking his come. He felt stars behind his eyes as he growled against her neck, finding his breath and willing his heart to stop racing.

She was panting. “Oh my God.” She whispered, her voice hoarse.

“A huh,” He managed. He didn’t think he had ever come so hard in his life.

“I never thought in a million years you would have done that-” She suddenly gasped, her eyes finding the floor. “Oh no! Your ingredients! I didn’t think-”

“Water.” He admitted. “All my stores are safe from your fantasies, Miss Granger. I switched the vitals with ones containing water before you came in this evening.”

She gasped again, hitting him playfully on the shoulder. “You sneaky Slytherin. Did you expect to get shagged in here?”

He smirked. “It wasn\'t even my fantasy,” He answered unashamed.

She shrugged. “Well I hope you expected to get shagged in your bed, too.” She replied. “Because I know I won’t be cleaning this up tonight.”

He found his wand and with a quick spell the mess was gone. “Taken care of. Shall we, then?” He lifted her up into his arms and proceeded to carry her into his private chambers.

When her mouth found his again, he wondered why he was so hesitant to be seduced by his formidable apprentice. The results were too pleasurable to ignore for long.


The End.


Upcoming epilogue: bonus lemon!