Detention with Professor Lupin

A/N: Please be warned that this story contains nonconsensual sex between an adult and a minor. I do not condone this sort of behavior in real life. I just write about it!


Hermione huffed something of an angry sigh as she stomped down the corridor. Detention! She was such a good student, it was unthinkable that she would get detention. But Professor Snape had given her one, indeed. A detention for, what did he say again? “Being an insufferable know-it-all.” It was in Potions; Hermione was now in her Third year at Hogwarts. She was fourteen already, older than many of her classmates. She couldn’t help it if she was more advanced academically as well.

Fortunately for her, Snape had to turn her detention over to Professor Lupin, who taught Defense Against the Dark Arts. Something had come up, and Hermione was eternally grateful to get out of detention with that horrid Slytherin teacher. Professor Lupin’s detentions were sure to be much easier. He was a Gryffindor himself!


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Remus Lupin was pacing uncomfortably in his office. She would be on her way now. Prancing down the corridors in that little school skirt. He tried to shoo the mental image away without success. When Severus Snape had come to Remus that morning, asking if he would take over the little know-it-all’s detention, Remus had acquiesced quickly. Perhaps too quickly. But Snape hadn’t noticed, thankfully.

Hermione Granger was a Third year student, and Snape was quite right in labeling her a know-it-all. She had brains and ambition. She also had long, slender legs and growing breasts. Professor Lupin, for all he tried to deny it, was harboring many a secret fantasy about his charming little student. He suppressed a growl at the thought.

The knock on the door jarred his thoughts away. Merlin, three hours alone with the girl would be torture. He croaked something unintelligible and Hermione poked her head in the door, grinning at the Professor and shutting the door behind her.

“Good evening, Professor!” she chirped merrily. “What’ll it be tonight?”

He stared at her without responding. That damn skirt was so short! Why couldn’t they make the girls wear pants, too? Hermione’s skirt fell to her mid-thigh. It was probably getting too small for her as her legs grew longer. His eyes involuntarily moved lower. She was bending down now, dropping her schoolbag on the floor. His breath caught in his throat as he nearly caught sight of her arse.

“Lines?” said Hermione brightly. “Or perhaps something else?”

Something else is right, thought Remus. He strode over to the door and tapped the knob with his wand, murmuring an incantation. She couldn’t get out. No one else could get in. He murmured a second spell to sound proof the room. Remus felt so removed from himself. He almost couldn’t believe what he was contemplating. It was like he was watching himself do these things, rather than actually doing them himself.

When Hermione looked up again, Remus was standing inches away from her. She took in a surprised breath but was otherwise unaffected. She smiled up at him. She was so young. She didn’t even recognize the cloud of lust in his amber eyes. Remus placed a hand on her arm, gripping it firmly. She furrowed her brow in confusion.

With his other hand, he caressed her curly, brown hair, letting his fingertip slide down the side of her face. She looked shocked in earnest now. Hermione opened her mouth to speak but closed it again. It was like she didn’t know how to react. Then, when his hand strayed lower, grazing her small breast, the first glint of fear twinkled in her eyes.

“Professor . . .” she murmured weakly.

Without warning, he snaked his hand down between her legs, rubbing his palm against her hot center. Her eyes went wide and she tried to stammer out a coherent phrase, but was too shocked and frightened to say anything.

“Does that feel good?” he whispered hoarsely.

Hermione tried to shrug away from him. She didn’t like the feel of his hand touching her down there. It didn’t feel good. She was terrified. This was her professor. This wasn’t supposed to happen! Hermione racked her brains to try and remember what she had done to lead him to believe that she wanted this. But when she tried to pull away from him, his firm grip on her arm prevented her from moving. Hermione shrieked.

“No need to scream,” said Remus, pulling his hand from between her legs and covering her mouth with it. “The room is soundproof. No one can hear you anyway.”

He pushed her backward until her back hit the wall and slid his knee between her legs, letting her hot core rest against his thigh. She gasped.

“Besides, I know you want this,” he whispered.

Hermione was frozen in shock. She felt his lips against her neck, his teeth nipping at her skin. One of his hands was gripping her tightly, keeping her from moving or struggling, and the other was now groping at her breasts. The knee between her legs was moving against her center in a way that gave her a strange feeling in her lower abdomen. She didn’t like it. She whimpered a cry.

“Shhh,” he said against her ear, licking and nibbling at it.

Remus fumbled with the buttons on her blouse, pulling them open one by one and ignoring her hitched breath and terrified expression. His cock was already hard, but throbbed painfully when he saw she wasn’t wearing a bra.

“Too young for a bra, Hermione?” said Remus coarsely.

His mouth descended to her breast and she let out a panicked cry. His teeth were nibbling at her nipple while his large hand fondled her other breast roughly. He pushed his hips into her and she felt something in his trousers. She gasped and her breath hitched with the threat of tears.

Remus lifted her up and she struggled violently, but with a violent glare and a tightening of his grip, she fell silent. He carried her to his desk and bent her over. She was crying softly now, very softly, so that he couldn’t even hear it. He lifted her school skirt up, exposing her tiny arse clad in innocent white panties. He groaned as his hand played over her bum, running a finger in the crease of her panties. Slowly, he slid them down off her hips.

“Shut the fuck up,” he snapped when she started crying louder.

She hitched in a breath and kept silent. His tongue lapped gently at her virgin pussy. A tiny patch of light brown hair dusted it. She smelled musky, heavenly, and tasted as good. Hermione squirmed when his tongue probed inside her lips, but a firm grip on her hips kept her from wriggling away.

Remus’s cock was pounding maddeningly in his trousers. He stood behind her and unbuckled his belt, unzipping his pants and letting them fall to his ankles. Gripping her arse firmly enough to leave fingerprints, he positioned himself at her entrance.

When she felt something hard against her, she screamed and squirmed furiously. Remus bent over and clapped a hand over her mouth, pressing down painfully.

“I said shut the fuck up,” he said into her ear. “Do you understand what that means, Granger?”

Hermione nodded, tears falling down her cheeks. He let the hand on her mouth graze down to her arse as he straightened up, and for good measure, he swatted her bum. She tensed in pain and let out a whimper, but otherwise made no sound.

He started pushing his throbbing cock into her pussy. It wasn’t very wet, but it was so fucking tight and hot. He hardly had the head in and he felt like he might come already. Remus groaned as he pushed in further. It was like a vise, pressing down on his cock, squeezing it. He wasn’t but a third of the way in when he felt her hymen, her virgin barrier.

A shudder of excitement passed through him to realize he was truly her first. That he was fucking Hermione Granger, and that she had never been fucked before.

“This might hurt,” said Remus, though his voice was detached as he focused on the incredible feel of her tight pussy walls around his cock.

He thrust his hips forward and she cried out in pain. Soft sobs were racking her body now as he began pounding her. He hissed out his breath as her pussy began to lubricate itself and the thrusting became easier, his cock gliding in and out of her tight core. Merlin, it was fucking tight. He’d never felt anything like it. But then, he’d never fucked one of his students before.

He could feel the tension in his abdomen building. Her pussy was so tight it was practically milking him of his seed. After no more than a few minutes of thrusting, he shuddered violently and shot his seed deep into her pussy.

Sweating and shivering, he leaned over her. He placed a kiss next to her ear.

“That felt good, didn’t it?” he murmured.

A soft whimper was the only response she gave him. Remus pulled his cock slowly out of her body, her pussy so tight it practically suctioned him back in. He groaned to feel her tight wetness for just a moment longer.

He tossed her panties over to her and she pulled them up over her bum quickly, still struggling to keep in her tears. She felt something leaking into her underwear, but was too ashamed and embarrassed to check to see what it was. Hermione buttoned up her blouse and turned to Remus, tear stains streaking her cheeks and fear in her eyes.

“Detention’s over,” he said, his breath ragged. “Go.”

She got to the door, but before he lifted the locking charm, he spoke.

“Tell anyone about this, Granger, and be sure you’ll fail this class,” said Remus. “Snape’s too.”

Hermione nodded, terrified and willing to do anything if it just meant leaving his office. With a final wave of his wand, the door unlocked and Hermione fled the room. Remus shut the door and sank into his chair.

He might have to give her detention more often.