FIC: Lessons (Remus/Hermione) NC-17
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hpkinkfestTitle: Lessons
Author: Sapphire Phoenix (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
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Prompt Number: 141 submitted by anon
Kink Showcased: Teacher/Student
Rating: NC-17
Pairing(s): Remus Lupin/Hermione Granger
Summary: Every man has a breaking point
Content Notes/Warnings: Set in her third year, Hermione is under-aged (14).
Word Count: 2850
Author's Notes: Thanks so, so much to my wonderful beta,paean_sf, who really put the shine on this for me. Any mistakes are mine and mine alone.
Remus was having a hell of a day. He was exhausted from transforming last night, and just wanted to curl up in bed and rest. That time was very close; he just had one little loose end to tie up.
He had to deal with Hermione Granger. She had raised her hand so many times during the lesson that Remus had just snapped. He hoped he could get out of this without assigning a detention. He simply didn’t have the energy for it right now.
She was standing behind her desk, putting her things away. Her friends had lingered behind as the rest of students filed out of the room, but the call of Friday night couldn’t be ignored. Harry and Ron went on their way without her
Remus scrubbed his face with his hands; then looked at her. This was a girl not used to being in trouble. He could just see the thoughts in her mind: I was only asking questions. Isn't that what school is for? I cannot believe I got in trouble! I'm a good girl!
He cleared his throat. She was staring at him, and he wanted to get this over with. "Do you understand why you are here, Miss Granger?" Remus asked.
"Yes, sir," she said. She toyed with her quill, unwilling to meet his eyes.
"What do you think your punishment should be for disrupting the class?"
"Well, I don't think I--"
"You don't think you should be punished? This class is for all of the students, Miss Granger. You can't simply commandeer it when you like!" Remus was standing in front of her desk now. His hand had clamped down on hers, and the quill crushed underneath her little fingers. "Understood?"
Time stopped for a moment as Remus’s inner wolf exerted itself. All day the young women in his classes had seemed impossibly fetching. Remus had long denied himself, but now he was too tired to fight it.
He could smell her, fresh and green and just barely in bloom. From her scent, he would guess that she was ovulating as well, why else would she appeal to his most... primitive self? The thought could not be banished from his mind.
She nodded slowly, but her eyes never left his. They were owlish, and Remus could really see the rich brown of her eyes. Her eyelashes were tipped blonde, but her brows were a deep chestnut. His finger twitched to feel them.
"Now, what do you think your punishment should be for this?" Remus tried to ignore how his tone changed, taking on a gravelly quality. She heard it, too, and watching her made it impossible to pretend it hadn't happened.
"Detention?" she asked, her voice a tiny squeak compared to his.
He looked her face over, considering what would be the best outcome for her. Detentions could keep her from being a prefect if there was any question about her merits. Surely, there was another way. "Have you ever had a detention?"
She nodded, her eyes still locked with his.
"Do you want to have one now?"
Finally, shame washed across her face. Her mouth turned down into pout. Her lips were pink and shone just a bit.
Remus couldn’t help wondering what her mouth would feel like under his or where else she might be soft pink and a little wet. However, he could not bring himself to feel ashamed. He felt... in control. This was quickly becoming something that he could turn to both heir benefits.
"Well, there is another option, one that is not typically used anymore: corporal punishment."
Her face froze for a moment, shock and fear evident. "You mean, like a spanking?"
Remus felt his nostrils flare. "That is one option. I would have to look up what else might be applicable in this situation. Nothing too severe, of course."
"I've never been spanked, Professor." Her voice was breathy, and Remus could just imagine how her adrenaline had spiked.
"Well, I could look up other punishments, but I think we'd both rather to just be done with it?"
She nodded, although her eyes were shut tight, face flushed with shame.
"Come around the desk, then. Put your hands on it, and stand evenly on your feet." Remus walked to his desk where, come to think of it, he'd seen a small paddle when he was moving in. He opened a drawer and found it shoved way in the back.
As he walked back over to her, he saw her knees trembling and heard her sniffle. Remus weighed the paddle in his hand, twisting it a couple times. Finally, he was standing next to her. He set one hand on her back and shushed her. "Easy now. I think three will be sufficient, and then we'll be on our way. Lesson learned, right?"
She nodded but didn't turn to look at him. She did swipe her hands across her face, cleaning up a few little tears. When her hands were set again, she nodded.
Remus, nerves jangling, lifted the back of her skirt up, folding it over her bum. She gasped, a little squeak slipping out before she could help herself. Remus took a quick look at her face, and then pulled his hand back. As he swung the paddle, he tried to ignore the pale green knickers she was wearing. The wood made a sharp smack on her bum, and her hands flew to protect herself. She rounded on him, jaw clenched and eyes narrowed in accusation.
He took a deep breath and said, "Please resume the position, Miss Granger."
Gods, she was stubborn. Her little jaw was set tight now, and her hands were rubbing the smarted flesh. They stared at each other, and she looked so resolute. "Do I have to restrain your hands?"
She took a deep breath, and Remus suspected she didn't think he would do it. She pulled her shoulders back, as if to stand up to him, but it only showed how she was sweating under her arms. Also, it emphasised her little, budding breasts.
"If I must." He flicked his wand, and her hands were back where they had been on the table. Remus moved to stand by her ear and tried to stay calm. "This is supposed to be a lesson in doing as you are told, Miss Granger. Being insubordinate at this time is working against you, don't you think?"
Still, she didn't speak to him. She huffed and nodded once.
Remus, trying now to ignore her musky scent from under her arms, as well as the pretty pink flesh under her knickers, spanked her again. She cried out. The sound of the paddle on her flesh seemed to go straight to his groin, and he was working on keeping his mind where it should be. With one final glance at her face, Remus spanked her the final time, aiming for the less abused flesh to one side.
When he was finished, he set the paddle on the table. Remus kneeled behind her, making sure her skin had not been broken. Everything seemed to be in order, except there was just a hint of wetness toward the front of her knickers.
He couldn’t believe what that moist spot suggested. Could she have possibly enjoyed her punishment? Remus breathed in deep, and his suspicions were confirmed by the delicious fragrance of her arousal.
His prick sprang to life, but he refused to give in to instinct just yet. He could not take advantage of what he knew when he had no idea what she was thinking. "Miss Granger, I am going to have to ask you a very delicate question now, so that we may conclude this appropriately. In times of distress or under physical duress, the body will defend itself in uncivilised ways. Is it possible that you might have urinated a bit during your punishment?"
It seemed to take her forever to answer, but when she finally said 'no', it was quiet but clear.
Remus stood and walked around the table, very much aware that her hands were bound and that her sweet little arse was exposed. He leaned on the table, mimicking her position, and said, "I think your punishment has been completed, but there is something else we need to discuss. Are you aroused, Miss Granger?"
She nodded but would not look him in the eye.
"There's nothing to be ashamed of, Miss- Hermione. Often times our bodies have impulses and reactions that our brains would rather they did not. I hardly think becoming aroused because it is that time of the month is a moral failing."
"Oh, god! I'm not having my period, am I?" she shrieked.
Remus stood, holding his palms down and out trying to soothe her. "No, no. Of course not. It's the opposite time of the month. You are in the fertile phase, that's all."
She muttered something under her breath, possibly about how he'd know about 'monthly cycles'.
He chuckled. "Yes, I believe my monthlies are a bit worse than yours, don't you?" Remus watched as his little bit of humour eased the tension from her face. He moved around the table, coming to stand behind her. He smoothed his hand over the warm, pink flesh. "Hermione, I know it must feel... odd... to become aroused while your teacher spanks you. Please don't think too harshly about it. Your bum is sensitive. The blood rushes there, and it pools in other places."
She squirmed as he spoke.
"Does hearing me talk about it arouse you, Hermione? No secrets, now. I trusted you with mine, surely you can trust me with yours."
She was silent for a long moment, and when she answered, it was barely a whisper. "Yes."
Remus smiled. "That is also a very good way to explore your sexuality."
"What, talking dirty?" She picked her feet up and moved them out a little wider, easing the tension in her back, he suspected.
Remus knelt then, unable to resist having a better look at her. "Yes, but also just talking about it. Have you tried masturbating, yet?"
"No!"
He'd barely gotten the whole question out before she protested. The way she reacted, one might think he’d asked if she had been up late practising Dark spells in her bed. Remus had no idea why she felt that way, but he felt he had to dispel her misconceptions.
"Oh, you should, Hermione. Once you get how it's done, it can be a source of stress relief and increase your general well-being. May I show you?"
They stayed frozen like that as she decided. Time stretched out; Remus hoped she would be brave now. The wet spot on her knickers was definitely larger now than it had been right after her punishment.
"Ok."
"Good girl," Remus said. He pushed her knickers aside and found her clit. As he rubbed it, her knees nearly gave out. She moaned, back arching, and he wished he could see her face.
"You like that, don't you?"
"Oh, yes! Don't stop!"
Remus had no intention of stopping. Instead, he employed his knuckles on her labia, first just rubbing down the length of them and then taking them between his fingers and massaging them. All the while, his thumb stroked her clit. Her orgasm was easy, and it echoed around the classroom.
Her knees trembled, and he realised he might have over-taxed her legs. "Slide your hands forward on the table, Hermione. As long as you keep your elbows locked and your palms on the desktop, you should be able to move forward."
Following his instructions, she was soon laying on the desk top. Her cheek was on the cool surface, and she had that loopy sort of grin you might find on a girl after a bit of a romp.
"Hermione?" Remus asked, and she hummed in response. "Would you like to try more?"
Her only answer was to spread her thighs for him. Remus sniffed his fingers a bit as he tried to quiet his mind. He was out of bounds, he knew, but her cunt was there, just waiting for him. "The other simple way to do this is a bit of penetration. The opening is very sensitive, and you'll want to be careful of your maidenhead, but I think you’ll like this as well. It shouldn't be a problem if you're only using your fingers."
Remus pressed his little finger into her quim. It accepted him easily, and he pressed until he felt resistance. His first knuckle was hidden in her, but he was careful not to push too far. He was so focused on what he was doing, he nearly missed when her hips rolled back onto his finger.
"There's a good girl, Hermione. Take your pleasure."
And she did. Remus felt his cock swell as her quim came back for more of his little finger again and again. She was working herself into a good pace when he felt her maidenhead brush against his finger. He grabbed her bum, forgetting that it would be tender. She whimpered but tried to work faster.
"Easy now, we don't want to tear it."
"But I want more, Professor!"
Remus pulled his little finger away and licked it clean of her essence. In front of him, Hermione was getting impatient, so he teased her quim with his thicker middle finger. He pumped it for her at first but then, ever the aggressive study, she was working back on it. She was making delectable little noises, and her feet were shuffling back every time he denied her more. After a few minutes, her fingers were gripping the table, her back stretched flat, unable to move any further back. She was half-groaning, half-whining every time his finger slipped back and forth.
"Not enough, Hermione? Would you like two fingers?"
"Yes! More, please." Her feet spread apart, driven on instinct.
Then his fingers were in her. Remus worked just her opening, careful of her virginity, delighting in the juices that covered his fingers. Her labia were a dark, dusky pink, and swollen with need. He licked his lips at the sight of them.
But this had gone on far too long, hadn’t it? If he continued giving into her, into his need for her by these little degrees, they consequences would be disastrous. "Hermione?"
"Huh?" She barely answered, too busy working her quim over her fingers.
They were at it equally now. Remus couldn't help but give her little pushes or spin his fingers every so often.
"You'll never come like this. Well maybe, but it would take a lot of time, and dinner will be in the Great Hall soon."
"But I want more!"
"Would you like me to play with your clit again, so you can finish?"
She whined a bit but never stopped the motion of her hips. Had she forgotten what his fingers on her clit had felt like?
Remus didn't try to reason with her, only slid his thumb over clit and began flicking it as fast as he could manage. His two fingers still rubbed her opening as hard and fast as he could without breaking her maidenhead, and it took no time for her to come undone.
In front of him, her hips went wild. She worked both her pelvis and her hips, looking for that bit that pushed her over the edge. When she found it, she arched back, and the table scraped the floor as her body tensed and pulled on it. Remus felt her flutter around his fingers. He groaned alongside her, ignoring the demands of his prick as much as he could. He would take care if it later.
At last, her body fell slack on the table. Remus pulled away from her, licking his fingers clean again while he adjusted himself. As an afterthought, he ended the spell on Hermione's hands. She moved to stand, leaning heavily on the desk first. Then she adjusted her knickers and uniform, and Remus had to turn away to keep from staring.
Then she looked at him, an unreadable expression on her face.
He cleared his throat and said, "Orgasm might be harder to find next time, on your own. Be patient."
Hermione - Miss Granger seemed to understand his message. She hummed again, nodding her agreement.
They stood together a moment, both enveloped in the strange mood of the room. She wasn’t closed off to him yet, and he was dying for a proper taste of her.
But, no. No, he would not be having a proper taste. "Best be along to dinner, Miss Granger."
Simple as that, she nodded, gathered her things, and walked out of the door. Remus took one last deep breath of the room before opening all the windows, banishing the moment for good. He left for his quarters, resolute in skipping dinner that night, lest the wolf lead him astray once more.
Author: Sapphire Phoenix (
phoenix_fancies)Prompt Number: 141 submitted by anon
Kink Showcased: Teacher/Student
Rating: NC-17
Pairing(s): Remus Lupin/Hermione Granger
Summary: Every man has a breaking point
Content Notes/Warnings: Set in her third year, Hermione is under-aged (14).
Word Count: 2850
Author's Notes: Thanks so, so much to my wonderful beta,
paean_sf, who really put the shine on this for me. Any mistakes are mine and mine alone.Remus was having a hell of a day. He was exhausted from transforming last night, and just wanted to curl up in bed and rest. That time was very close; he just had one little loose end to tie up.
He had to deal with Hermione Granger. She had raised her hand so many times during the lesson that Remus had just snapped. He hoped he could get out of this without assigning a detention. He simply didn’t have the energy for it right now.
She was standing behind her desk, putting her things away. Her friends had lingered behind as the rest of students filed out of the room, but the call of Friday night couldn’t be ignored. Harry and Ron went on their way without her
Remus scrubbed his face with his hands; then looked at her. This was a girl not used to being in trouble. He could just see the thoughts in her mind: I was only asking questions. Isn't that what school is for? I cannot believe I got in trouble! I'm a good girl!
He cleared his throat. She was staring at him, and he wanted to get this over with. "Do you understand why you are here, Miss Granger?" Remus asked.
"Yes, sir," she said. She toyed with her quill, unwilling to meet his eyes.
"What do you think your punishment should be for disrupting the class?"
"Well, I don't think I--"
"You don't think you should be punished? This class is for all of the students, Miss Granger. You can't simply commandeer it when you like!" Remus was standing in front of her desk now. His hand had clamped down on hers, and the quill crushed underneath her little fingers. "Understood?"
Time stopped for a moment as Remus’s inner wolf exerted itself. All day the young women in his classes had seemed impossibly fetching. Remus had long denied himself, but now he was too tired to fight it.
He could smell her, fresh and green and just barely in bloom. From her scent, he would guess that she was ovulating as well, why else would she appeal to his most... primitive self? The thought could not be banished from his mind.
She nodded slowly, but her eyes never left his. They were owlish, and Remus could really see the rich brown of her eyes. Her eyelashes were tipped blonde, but her brows were a deep chestnut. His finger twitched to feel them.
"Now, what do you think your punishment should be for this?" Remus tried to ignore how his tone changed, taking on a gravelly quality. She heard it, too, and watching her made it impossible to pretend it hadn't happened.
"Detention?" she asked, her voice a tiny squeak compared to his.
He looked her face over, considering what would be the best outcome for her. Detentions could keep her from being a prefect if there was any question about her merits. Surely, there was another way. "Have you ever had a detention?"
She nodded, her eyes still locked with his.
"Do you want to have one now?"
Finally, shame washed across her face. Her mouth turned down into pout. Her lips were pink and shone just a bit.
Remus couldn’t help wondering what her mouth would feel like under his or where else she might be soft pink and a little wet. However, he could not bring himself to feel ashamed. He felt... in control. This was quickly becoming something that he could turn to both heir benefits.
"Well, there is another option, one that is not typically used anymore: corporal punishment."
Her face froze for a moment, shock and fear evident. "You mean, like a spanking?"
Remus felt his nostrils flare. "That is one option. I would have to look up what else might be applicable in this situation. Nothing too severe, of course."
"I've never been spanked, Professor." Her voice was breathy, and Remus could just imagine how her adrenaline had spiked.
"Well, I could look up other punishments, but I think we'd both rather to just be done with it?"
She nodded, although her eyes were shut tight, face flushed with shame.
"Come around the desk, then. Put your hands on it, and stand evenly on your feet." Remus walked to his desk where, come to think of it, he'd seen a small paddle when he was moving in. He opened a drawer and found it shoved way in the back.
As he walked back over to her, he saw her knees trembling and heard her sniffle. Remus weighed the paddle in his hand, twisting it a couple times. Finally, he was standing next to her. He set one hand on her back and shushed her. "Easy now. I think three will be sufficient, and then we'll be on our way. Lesson learned, right?"
She nodded but didn't turn to look at him. She did swipe her hands across her face, cleaning up a few little tears. When her hands were set again, she nodded.
Remus, nerves jangling, lifted the back of her skirt up, folding it over her bum. She gasped, a little squeak slipping out before she could help herself. Remus took a quick look at her face, and then pulled his hand back. As he swung the paddle, he tried to ignore the pale green knickers she was wearing. The wood made a sharp smack on her bum, and her hands flew to protect herself. She rounded on him, jaw clenched and eyes narrowed in accusation.
He took a deep breath and said, "Please resume the position, Miss Granger."
Gods, she was stubborn. Her little jaw was set tight now, and her hands were rubbing the smarted flesh. They stared at each other, and she looked so resolute. "Do I have to restrain your hands?"
She took a deep breath, and Remus suspected she didn't think he would do it. She pulled her shoulders back, as if to stand up to him, but it only showed how she was sweating under her arms. Also, it emphasised her little, budding breasts.
"If I must." He flicked his wand, and her hands were back where they had been on the table. Remus moved to stand by her ear and tried to stay calm. "This is supposed to be a lesson in doing as you are told, Miss Granger. Being insubordinate at this time is working against you, don't you think?"
Still, she didn't speak to him. She huffed and nodded once.
Remus, trying now to ignore her musky scent from under her arms, as well as the pretty pink flesh under her knickers, spanked her again. She cried out. The sound of the paddle on her flesh seemed to go straight to his groin, and he was working on keeping his mind where it should be. With one final glance at her face, Remus spanked her the final time, aiming for the less abused flesh to one side.
When he was finished, he set the paddle on the table. Remus kneeled behind her, making sure her skin had not been broken. Everything seemed to be in order, except there was just a hint of wetness toward the front of her knickers.
He couldn’t believe what that moist spot suggested. Could she have possibly enjoyed her punishment? Remus breathed in deep, and his suspicions were confirmed by the delicious fragrance of her arousal.
His prick sprang to life, but he refused to give in to instinct just yet. He could not take advantage of what he knew when he had no idea what she was thinking. "Miss Granger, I am going to have to ask you a very delicate question now, so that we may conclude this appropriately. In times of distress or under physical duress, the body will defend itself in uncivilised ways. Is it possible that you might have urinated a bit during your punishment?"
It seemed to take her forever to answer, but when she finally said 'no', it was quiet but clear.
Remus stood and walked around the table, very much aware that her hands were bound and that her sweet little arse was exposed. He leaned on the table, mimicking her position, and said, "I think your punishment has been completed, but there is something else we need to discuss. Are you aroused, Miss Granger?"
She nodded but would not look him in the eye.
"There's nothing to be ashamed of, Miss- Hermione. Often times our bodies have impulses and reactions that our brains would rather they did not. I hardly think becoming aroused because it is that time of the month is a moral failing."
"Oh, god! I'm not having my period, am I?" she shrieked.
Remus stood, holding his palms down and out trying to soothe her. "No, no. Of course not. It's the opposite time of the month. You are in the fertile phase, that's all."
She muttered something under her breath, possibly about how he'd know about 'monthly cycles'.
He chuckled. "Yes, I believe my monthlies are a bit worse than yours, don't you?" Remus watched as his little bit of humour eased the tension from her face. He moved around the table, coming to stand behind her. He smoothed his hand over the warm, pink flesh. "Hermione, I know it must feel... odd... to become aroused while your teacher spanks you. Please don't think too harshly about it. Your bum is sensitive. The blood rushes there, and it pools in other places."
She squirmed as he spoke.
"Does hearing me talk about it arouse you, Hermione? No secrets, now. I trusted you with mine, surely you can trust me with yours."
She was silent for a long moment, and when she answered, it was barely a whisper. "Yes."
Remus smiled. "That is also a very good way to explore your sexuality."
"What, talking dirty?" She picked her feet up and moved them out a little wider, easing the tension in her back, he suspected.
Remus knelt then, unable to resist having a better look at her. "Yes, but also just talking about it. Have you tried masturbating, yet?"
"No!"
He'd barely gotten the whole question out before she protested. The way she reacted, one might think he’d asked if she had been up late practising Dark spells in her bed. Remus had no idea why she felt that way, but he felt he had to dispel her misconceptions.
"Oh, you should, Hermione. Once you get how it's done, it can be a source of stress relief and increase your general well-being. May I show you?"
They stayed frozen like that as she decided. Time stretched out; Remus hoped she would be brave now. The wet spot on her knickers was definitely larger now than it had been right after her punishment.
"Ok."
"Good girl," Remus said. He pushed her knickers aside and found her clit. As he rubbed it, her knees nearly gave out. She moaned, back arching, and he wished he could see her face.
"You like that, don't you?"
"Oh, yes! Don't stop!"
Remus had no intention of stopping. Instead, he employed his knuckles on her labia, first just rubbing down the length of them and then taking them between his fingers and massaging them. All the while, his thumb stroked her clit. Her orgasm was easy, and it echoed around the classroom.
Her knees trembled, and he realised he might have over-taxed her legs. "Slide your hands forward on the table, Hermione. As long as you keep your elbows locked and your palms on the desktop, you should be able to move forward."
Following his instructions, she was soon laying on the desk top. Her cheek was on the cool surface, and she had that loopy sort of grin you might find on a girl after a bit of a romp.
"Hermione?" Remus asked, and she hummed in response. "Would you like to try more?"
Her only answer was to spread her thighs for him. Remus sniffed his fingers a bit as he tried to quiet his mind. He was out of bounds, he knew, but her cunt was there, just waiting for him. "The other simple way to do this is a bit of penetration. The opening is very sensitive, and you'll want to be careful of your maidenhead, but I think you’ll like this as well. It shouldn't be a problem if you're only using your fingers."
Remus pressed his little finger into her quim. It accepted him easily, and he pressed until he felt resistance. His first knuckle was hidden in her, but he was careful not to push too far. He was so focused on what he was doing, he nearly missed when her hips rolled back onto his finger.
"There's a good girl, Hermione. Take your pleasure."
And she did. Remus felt his cock swell as her quim came back for more of his little finger again and again. She was working herself into a good pace when he felt her maidenhead brush against his finger. He grabbed her bum, forgetting that it would be tender. She whimpered but tried to work faster.
"Easy now, we don't want to tear it."
"But I want more, Professor!"
Remus pulled his little finger away and licked it clean of her essence. In front of him, Hermione was getting impatient, so he teased her quim with his thicker middle finger. He pumped it for her at first but then, ever the aggressive study, she was working back on it. She was making delectable little noises, and her feet were shuffling back every time he denied her more. After a few minutes, her fingers were gripping the table, her back stretched flat, unable to move any further back. She was half-groaning, half-whining every time his finger slipped back and forth.
"Not enough, Hermione? Would you like two fingers?"
"Yes! More, please." Her feet spread apart, driven on instinct.
Then his fingers were in her. Remus worked just her opening, careful of her virginity, delighting in the juices that covered his fingers. Her labia were a dark, dusky pink, and swollen with need. He licked his lips at the sight of them.
But this had gone on far too long, hadn’t it? If he continued giving into her, into his need for her by these little degrees, they consequences would be disastrous. "Hermione?"
"Huh?" She barely answered, too busy working her quim over her fingers.
They were at it equally now. Remus couldn't help but give her little pushes or spin his fingers every so often.
"You'll never come like this. Well maybe, but it would take a lot of time, and dinner will be in the Great Hall soon."
"But I want more!"
"Would you like me to play with your clit again, so you can finish?"
She whined a bit but never stopped the motion of her hips. Had she forgotten what his fingers on her clit had felt like?
Remus didn't try to reason with her, only slid his thumb over clit and began flicking it as fast as he could manage. His two fingers still rubbed her opening as hard and fast as he could without breaking her maidenhead, and it took no time for her to come undone.
In front of him, her hips went wild. She worked both her pelvis and her hips, looking for that bit that pushed her over the edge. When she found it, she arched back, and the table scraped the floor as her body tensed and pulled on it. Remus felt her flutter around his fingers. He groaned alongside her, ignoring the demands of his prick as much as he could. He would take care if it later.
At last, her body fell slack on the table. Remus pulled away from her, licking his fingers clean again while he adjusted himself. As an afterthought, he ended the spell on Hermione's hands. She moved to stand, leaning heavily on the desk first. Then she adjusted her knickers and uniform, and Remus had to turn away to keep from staring.
Then she looked at him, an unreadable expression on her face.
He cleared his throat and said, "Orgasm might be harder to find next time, on your own. Be patient."
Hermione - Miss Granger seemed to understand his message. She hummed again, nodding her agreement.
They stood together a moment, both enveloped in the strange mood of the room. She wasn’t closed off to him yet, and he was dying for a proper taste of her.
But, no. No, he would not be having a proper taste. "Best be along to dinner, Miss Granger."
Simple as that, she nodded, gathered her things, and walked out of the door. Remus took one last deep breath of the room before opening all the windows, banishing the moment for good. He left for his quarters, resolute in skipping dinner that night, lest the wolf lead him astray once more.
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Date: 2012-02-14 03:19 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-01-27 11:43 pm (UTC)*attacks you with hugs and kisses and inappropriate touches that's freaking you out*
I just loved Remus in this. And that voice! Even as he did such dirty things to Hermione, he kept on speaking like the perfect professor. Oh Hermione you lucky, lucky tart.
"But I want more, Professor!"
TOTALLY AGREE!!!!
Thank you so much for this phoenix_fancies! It was a wonderful read. I've never added anything to memories (don't even know how it works) but if it's similar to 'favouriting' something, then I'm off to do just that! XD
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Date: 2012-02-14 03:21 pm (UTC)When I saw this prompt, I just couldn't resist... this was so much fun to write! I just love the idea of Remus stepping out of bounds sometimes...
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Date: 2012-01-28 06:41 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-02-14 03:24 pm (UTC)Remus/Hermione is a great ship, and I hope my little bit of smuttery encourages you to find more...
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Date: 2012-01-29 01:14 am (UTC)I loved how innocent Hermione was at the beginning, worried about getting into trouble, but as time past, she was thoroughly enjoying learning new things. (Her worry about starting her period made me giggle because it seemed like a typical thing to worry and be embarrassed about, even when you're tied down to your professor's desk.)
"I've never been spanked, Professor." Her voice was breathy, and Remus could just imagine how her adrenaline had spiked.
I loved all the things implied in this line. And now I'm picturing Professor Lupin continuing with Hermione's lessons throughout the year. (Why no, that's not a not-so-subtle plea for a sequel!) Kinky and well-written. Loved it! Now I'm going to have to search out more of your work. :)
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Date: 2012-02-14 03:30 pm (UTC):-D
It's surprising how the kinks seem to daisy chain together! I'm glad I could touch on so many of yours!
...and I have a little bunny for a sequel... but she's mostly tucked away in her little hole at the moment... maybe when some of my larger WIP bunnies have settled down she can come out and play...
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Date: 2012-03-14 05:47 am (UTC)The whole re-taken 7th-year/specifying over-ageness for a fictional character is so tiresome. Thank you for not spending time on explaining how this was somehow legit. Its the non-legit part that makes it hot! Do I sound fristrated? :)
Anyway, I love wolf in mild sheeps clothing Lupin and you delivered in spades!
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Date: 2013-03-02 12:50 am (UTC)