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Disclaimer: All rights reserved to J.K. Rowling and Warner Bros. No profit is being made and is purely a FANfiction

Summary: Hermione is back at Hogwarts to complete her education as an Eighth Year. But wait… is that Harry Potter?… as the new DADA Professor?! What’s Harry to do when all he can dream/think about is giving Hermione detention and seeing her in her school uniform... or more specifically without her school uniform?

Author’s Note: Thanks for reading ^^

BTW sorry for any mistakes you may come across. The story is not beta-d AND I know I suck with run on sentences sometimes and I try and try to get rid of them but sometimes it just doesn’t work out and then it looks a lot like this extremely long run on sentence. So yeah… sorry…

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Chapter 1:

“Miss Granger. Please, take a seat.” Silently, Hermione obeyed the request. She took a seat on the old wooden chair which was situated across from the man who had spoken to her. He sat behind a large oak wood office desk in a plush office chair with his hands folded neatly in front of him.

“I must say, I was disheartened by your behavior today during class. Though I commend you for your extensive knowledge on the subject, I can’t help but feel slightly offended that you deem my knowledge on the subject lacking.”

“No Professor, I…”

“Miss Granger,” he interrupted her with a hand held up to indicate for her to stop speaking. “I want to make myself explicitly clear and ask that you refrain from speaking until I am done.” He said in a grave tone before continuing on with his oration- not waiting for a response. “Though this kind of behavior may have gone unchecked in the past, I would like to remind you that you are a Seventh Year as well as older than the rest of your classmates. I should think that would be reason enough for you to set an example and conduct yourself accordingly.” He finished with a stern look.

“Yes Professor. I’m truly, very sorry. I meant no disrespect. I lose control of myself sometimes and… well… I’ll make sure that it does not happen ever again.” Hermione said with resolve.

“I should hope not. However, seeing as this was not your first infraction in my class, I’m sorry to say that some sort of punishment is in order. I would deduct house points… but… I do not think that would be severe enough… I think I will have to take points from your…”

“No! Professor- Anything but that! I’ll do anything you ask. I need to keep my records…”

“…Clean and perfect. Yes, I figured as much. Alright, consider yourself lucky that I do not take pleasure in marring the academic achievements and the subsequent futures of my students.” He said, as he stood up from his chair. He made his way around the desk so that he stood, leaning against the desk, mere centimeters from where Hermione sat. “I have a project I am working on. However, I will need your full cooperation and obedience to any and all instructions I give you. Any questions?”

“Yes Professor, what… what will I be…”

Not waiting for Hermione to finish her sentence, he began to explain his project. “I have been trying to alter the full body-bind curse so that only certain parts of the body will be bound. In doing so, I hope to help the medics at St. Mungo’s. This new spell will only bind the body parts that are being thought of while it is being cast and would only be used when a certain body part is affected by a curse. It can be equated to the local anesthesia that muggles have.”

Hermione’s eyes widened with what looked to be anticipation and excitement. The Professor could only assume it was due to the idea that she would be one of the first to learn a newly made spell.

“I have tested the spell on myself to ensure that it is safe, but I would like to test it on a volunteer- who is moving about- to see how effective this spell is.” He finished.

Hermione merely nodded her head in understanding and stood up from her chair. “Should I just walk around or…”

“Well to fully test the spell, I would need you to be on the desk thrashing about as if you are in pain.” The Professor said coolly.

Again Hermione nodded her head at the logic behind his reason before she turned to face the desk. She placed her hands on the desk top to steady herself. Her left foot leaned forward onto the ball of her foot as she lifted her right knee up to the surface of the desk in order to climb on top.

“Petrificus Partialis” Hermione felt her legs and arms stiffen. She noted that though she could not move, none of her muscles felt any sort of strain in their current positions. She also noted the uneasiness in the pit of her stomach at the provocative way in which she had been frozen, but, she did not comment on it. She was afraid she would offend the professor for accusing him of a lewd act- that could have, in fact, been an innocent blunder.

“Tell me Miss Granger, what body parts can you not move?”

“My arms and legs sir.” She responded quickly.

“Alright, I want you to nod your head to show me that you can move it.” Hermione immediately responded by nodding her head.

“Now try to move your torso.” Hermione responded by squirming around a bit to show that she could in fact move her upper body.

“Good. Good.” He said as he moved closer to Hermione. He heard her gasp in surprise when his warm body pushed up against her. He pressed his front up against her back, reveling in the feel of her hot body, slowly grinding his groin against the small of her back.

“Seems like you are at my mercy now,” he whispered into Hermione’s ear before he let his tongue snake out and trace it along the shell of her ear. “I’m going to remind you that absolute obedience is imperative.” He growled out as he let his hardened member rub up against her.

“Now, I’m going to fuck you into this table and you’re going to let me, because I know you want me just as much as I want you. You’re also not going to tell anyone because I know you don’t want to blemish your reputation for being the perfect student.” He said with a leer.

He let his left hand travel up her creamy left thigh teasingly, relishing in the softness of her flesh. He took a step back and let his eyes roam over her body. “I must say, Miss Granger, I’ve always wondered what was underneath this prim and proper skirt of yours,” he said.

He flipped the skirt up to be presented with Hermione’s white cotton knickers. He let out a loud groan at the sight of the innocent underwear on such a sinful body. Without further thought, he bent down onto his knees so that his face came in line with his prize. Knowing full well he would not be able to remove her knickers, given her current position, he simply pushed the white cloth to the side to be awarded with Hermione’s glistening womanhood.

Slowly, ever so slowly, he placed his left hand on her left calf while placing his right hand on Hermione’s bent right knee. He caressed her skin as he drew his hands closer together, finally reaching her delightfully firm and plump arse. He gave each cheek a squeeze before he used his hands to further part the round globes.

Eager to finally be able to taste her, he took one last look before he stuck out his tongue and took a couple of light, tentative licks of Hermione’s outer lips. He added more pressure with each subsequent lick, delving deeper and deeper within her. Unable to wait any longer, he entered her core with his tongue- tasting her essence and quickly becoming addicted to the taste. He lapped at her entrance, every so often, before he would continue to fuck her with his tongue, delving deeper within with every pump- trying to drink her in.

He would have loved to continue with his ministrations, that is, if he was not subject to think with his other head. But alas, the tight ache he felt trapped within his trousers made it difficult to continue at such a slow pace. He entered her swiftly with two fingers, reveling at the soft, wet, warmth within.

He let out a loud moan as he continued to pump his fingers in and out of her. He then maneuvered his head so that he could use his mouth to latch onto the small bundle of nerves he knew would drive Hermione crazy. He took her clit between his lips and sucked hard while using his tongue, moving it left to right in quick successions, to further stimulate the hard nub.

When he heard Hermione give out a small cry of arousal, all of his resolve melted away. Within a blink of an eye he found himself standing behind her. Not even bothering to unbuckle his pants, he merely lowered the zipper and freed his already weeping member. Without much thought, he gave an animalistic growl before he shoved his thick rod into the warm heat. He began to relentlessly pound into Hermione, no rhythm being established as he rocked his hips back and forth in a frenzy- too far gone to actually care about anything but the feel of Hermione’s tight pussy squeezing him to completion.

“FUCK Harry- Fuck me harder!” Hermione cried out. “So close…”she moaned.

“Fuck” He growled out. Any semblance of control that he may have had before shot out of the room as his hips began to rock faster and harder. The sound of skin slapping skin driving him further with desire as he snuck his right hand around Hermione’s body to stimulate her clit once more…

He was close… so close…

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“Fuck!” Harry cried out as he woke up with a start. “Not again…” He moaned out in frustration. He had been having the same dream (or a variation of the same dream- in which Hermione always ended up against some sort of hard surface as he pounded into her) for the past couple of weeks.

It had been about two months since Hermione’s birthday, the night when he had agreed to be the new DADA professor. He had gone through some intense training and student teaching with the previous professor, until he had been deemed good enough to take on the role by himself. It had been about 2 weeks since he had started to teach on his own.

Without much thought, his hand made its way to his hard member and started to relieve the tension. Only after a few strokes, he came on a tissue- making sure he didn’t make a mess (like yesterday). He may have only been 18, but it was ridiculous how often he had to relieve himself. He was just glad that he no longer had to share a room with someone. It was embarrassing enough even on his own, he didn’t need other people to know how desperately obsessive he was of Hermione.

He had been so sure that he had gotten over his feelings for her back in 6th year, but it seemed that it had only gotten stronger since then. He had always thought that Hermione was pretty and Merlin knew how often she would visit his dreams (ever since the summer before fourth year). But he had put his feelings for her aside; once he realized that she had begun to fancy their other best-friend. He had been so sure that he was over her when he began to fancy Cho, and then Ginny, but now he knew (as bad as it sounded), they had only been a distraction.

Ever since he started to teach Defense Against the Dark Arts, as a Professor at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, there was not a day or night that went by when he wasn’t either thinking of her or dreaming of doing illicit things to her.

Maybe it was because he now knew how she looked like underneath her frumpy clothing (they lived in a tent together for over 8 months- it was only a matter of time really), maybe it was the fact that he was now her Professor that did it, or it could simply have been the fact that he had been in love with her since forever. Whatever it was, he wanted her- no- he needed her.

When he had agreed to take on the job as a favor to Professor McGonagall, he had thought having Hermione close by would make things easier (Merlin knew how much he had missed her).

No. That’s not right. If he was completely honest with himself, he knew the sole motivation for taking on the job was to make sure that none of those hormonal boys get too close to his Hermione.

He hated how the whole of the male population at Hogwarts was starting to notice her. She had been somewhat of a secret in Harry’s mind- only those who were really close to her were supposed to know how breathtakingly beautiful she is. It didn’t help that she kept getting prettier and sexier as she aged.

To make matters worse, she was completely and utterly oblivious to the advances of those boys. She didn’t even realize the type of power she held over all of the males in the school. It was completely unfair! If she had any sort of inkling as to the types of thoughts those gits were having (himself excluded of course- he had her best interests in mind) she would definitely curse them into the next millennia. However, it seemed Lady Luck had left his side after the death of Voldemort and he now had to watch as she was chatted up by some slimey git with ulterior motives. He just wished there was a way to decapitate the whole lot of them without being thrown into Azkaban.

Never had he ever been so glad that Hermione did not pay attention to her looks. Always opting for the practical and ascetic, she made sure to look presentable, but didn’t go over the top by spending hours in front of the mirror fixing a minute detail on her person. Harry didn’t even want to think about what he would have to do to keep his competition away if Hermione ever decided to put more effort in looking good.

He also thanked Merlin every day that Hermione was a stickler for the rules and very rarely took off her school robes during class; otherwise no one would be able to get any work done during classes. But on those rare occasions that she would shed those overbearing robes, he had to admit it was beyond difficult to focus on anything but her. The classroom always seemed to heat up a bit as he observed the way her shirt would stretch in the most delicious of ways to outline the contours of her body or how the skirt was always so tantalizingly long- leaving everything to his imagination. He knew some girls liked to shorten their skirts in an attempt to look sexier, but the way Hermione’s was always regulation length got him hot and bothered- not the fact that they were long (he wasn’t some sort of sexual deviant), it was the idea of the long travel it would make up her creamy legs as he revealed what was underneath.

Sometimes he worried about how obsessive he was becoming. He was becoming… stalker-ish. Though he had always tried to keep an eye out for Hermione in the past (just to make sure she was okay), it had come to the point that the only thing he ever noticed was Hermione.

He was always aware of her.

He was always watching her. ALWAYS

Sometimes it would be as innocent as watching her in the library or in the classroom as she tackled her school work with gusto. He would watch as she would smile and frown- depending on what she was reading, watch as she used her quill smoothly and gracefully as she wrote her essays.

Other times his gaze would turn lecherous as reality became jumbled with his own fantasies. His favorite time to watch… er… “watch out” for her was during meals in the Great Hall. Being a professor he now sat at the Head Table with the other professors and even though he missed her company during meals, he had to admit the distance helped keep him in line and far from the danger of jumping her and doing lustful things to her.

But in all honesty, it was inarguably her fault. It was just sinful- the things she would do to her desserts. It could hardly be called a coincidence that whenever she was finished with her meal, 75% of the males would also be done with their own meals- all leaving rather abruptly with vague mumblings of going to the loo or their respective rooms.

Being the daughter of dentists, she would usually choose a juicy peach or some plump strawberries (those being her favorite fruits) as her dessert. But, rarely, very rarely, she would be in the rebellious mood and indulge in a gooey chocolate fudge cake or a delectable strawberry cheesecake. Whenever her delicate tongue would dart out to capture any excess juices or frosting off her lips…. it took every fiber in his being to stop himself from either hexing all the males blind or going over to her and dragging her to some secluded… anywhere… and have his way with her.

“Fuck…” Harry thought aloud as he felt the first stirrings of arousal. If just imagining Hermione eating was getting him aroused, he shuddered to think what would happen if she ever… ever… seduced him… he could only imagine that it would end in embarrassment.

But, it wasn’t just that she was sexy as hell that made his heart yearn for her. She was Hermione. His Hermione. She was smart, loyal, predictable- and yet always managed to surprise him in one way or another. It was simple. She’s just Hermione. No other explanation was needed. How could he ever attempt to explain the feelings that she stirred within his heart. Though he would be forever grateful to the Weasleys and Ron for being his pseudo family, he knew in the bottom of his heart that Hermione meant much more. She wasn’t just a friend or a family member. She was his future.

With a heavy sigh, Harry sat up to start the morning. He really shouldn’t have let his mind wander- now he would have to take a cold shower.

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“Good… Afternoon…” Harry said awkwardly- once he saw that his students were settled in their seats. Even though it had been a couple of weeks since he had started, he still felt slightly uncomfortable having to stand in front of everyone. “Right… er… we’re going to be doing some NEWT level work today- in preparation for the test at the end of the school year. We’ll start off with some simple spells and make our way into doing them non-verbally.” Harry finished with a slight nod.

“Can anyone tell me why it is important to practice non-verbal spells?” Harry asked the class, cringing slightly in his mind at how un-professor-ly he sounded. To no one’s surprise a hand connected to a frizzy-haired brunette shot up from the front of the room.

“Herm… Miss Granger.” Harry corrected himself.

“There are many reasons why performing spells non-verbally is essential. First and foremost it is simply to make sure we are still able to defend ourselves if we are ever silenced or otherwise unable to say the spell verbally. Another reason is the element of surprise. It gives the witch or wizard casting the spell a small advantage over their opponent.” Hermione finished with a small sheepish smile.

“Thanks Hermio… I mean… thank you Miss Granger,” Harry said- scolding himself for making the same mistake twice. “Ten points to Gryffindor for a correct answer.” Harry added, returning Hermione’s smile. “Right then… everyone pair up and let’s start with a simple disarming spell. I want to make sure everyone has perfected it before moving onto doing it non-verbally.” Harry finished.

Harry eyed the way some of the males in the class were beginning to inch toward Hermione to partner up with her. Harry was about to make up some stupid half-arsed rule about partnering with someone their own size- when he saw Ginny take Hermione’s hand to indicate that they were partners. Harry sighed with relief as he hid his smirk at the crestfallen faces of the males in the class.

“Granger, partner with me.” Harry heard from across the room. He scowled at the voice. Nathaniel Kinlan- the git extraordinaire.

“I already have a partner.” Hermione responded in irritation.

“Yeah, but not one as dashing as me.” He replied as he made his way closer to Hermione.

Hermione completely ignored his response and the only indication she made to show that she had in fact heard him, was a snort of indignation. She took Ginny’s hand in her own and led the both of them toward where Harry stood- away from Nathaniel. Hermione gave Harry a small smile (one that showed how proud she was of him- now that he was a professor) and proceeded to continue with what they were assigned.

Nathaniel Kinlan scowled at being snuffed at in front of the class. His face turned bright red, before he partnered with a girl who had been hanging onto his robes.

Harry couldn’t help but feel a small amount of vindication at the humiliation Nathaniel would be feeling at that moment. The kid thought he was a gift to humanity or something and was a total arse about it too.

Harry didn’t like the new kid. He was a transfer student from Beaubaxton but was English by blood. His parents had apparently sent him across the Channel to protect his sorry arse- afraid going to school where the rumored Harry Potter was attending would be too dangerous (which, in all honesty, was a fact proven correct not 7 months ago, but it still rubbed Harry the wrong way). Nathaniel had been sorted into Ravenclaw and was a self-proclaimed lady’s man. If Harry hadn’t known better, he would think Nathaniel Kinlan was Gilderoy Lockhart reincarnate. They looked similar too, dirty-blonde hair with bright blue eyes and a dazzling smile.

Harry only really saw the git in his class but he was apparently in all of Hermione’s classes. On a number of occasions, Hermione could be spotted with a red flush as she angrily complained about his unwanted advances.

“Professor Potter, can you tell me if I am doing this correctly?” A whiney voice called over the raucous sounds of the class. Harry could hear Ginny and Hermione giggle at the unwelcomed attention he kept receiving from some of the girls in the class.

“Er… looks good… How about we now move onto doing the spell non-verbally?” He proceeded to explain the mechanics and theory on how to perform the spell. He let his class practice- noticing that Hermione and Ginny had already mastered non-verbal spells, as well as some of the remaining DA members.

As class came to a close, he assigned an essay on non-verbal spells and let his class file out to get to their respective classes. Harry sighed in relief- remembering he was done for the day. He also remembered he did not have to patrol the halls that night- leaving him free to do as he pleased.

“Harry…” Harry head shot up to see Hermione standing next to him. “You look tired…” she continued. She made her way closer to him and let her hands make their way to his shoulders to relieve some of the tension. Harry’s mind started to wander as he remembered a dream from two nights previous which had eerily started out this way.

“No… Just… I…” Harry stuttered. “Done for the day?” Harry finally managed out.

“Yeah. I was thinking. Even though we’re in school together, we rarely get to see each other and I wanted to invite you to dinner. Just the two of us.” Hermione said with a smile.

“How could I say no to that?” Harry responded with his own smile as he took her hand to lead them down to where the kitchens were. “Let’s go say hi to Kreacher and grab some food and then go to my room. I’m also done for the day and I can’t wait to spend the evening with you.” He finished.

*AN: So… what do you think so far? I usually don’t like OC being added to stories, but I had no choice! I would’ve used Draco or something, but I’m actually on a no-Draco thing right now (which is weird because the reason I first got into ff was because of the Hermione/Draco ship).

I hope I’m not making Hermione or Harry OOC… but I think this is how I imagine Harry and Hermione to be like now that they don’t have the threat of death being shoved down their throat at all times. Another thing… I know they (Harry and Hermione) practiced non-verbal spells in 6^th year, but I figured it’d be used on the NEWTs, but I also thought because the students were being taught Dark Arts instead of DADA the previous year, Ginny’s year didn’t properly learn non-verbal spellwork and so Harry had to incorporate it into his lesson… so yeah….

Anywho… I’m not British and don’t know enough of their slang to incorporate into the story and though it is one of my peeves to see American slang in Harry Potter ff I don’t want to sound awkward because I’m using the slang incorrectly, or forcing it into the story (another one of my peeves).

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