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A Witch's Tale	By : snowblind12 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female Views: 27756 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 5
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Thanks so much for reading and reviewing. Because it's been soo many chapters since Hermione explained her theory, I thought I'd repost her words as a refresher since this chapter begins to advance that part of the story. This is taken from when she was explaining her theory to Draco for the first time. (taken from Chapter 8)
"I believe, that muggleborn's magic is the most pure. It's what I like to call, 'earth magic.' It's not diluted, it's not inherited, it's straight from Mother Earth. It's the most pure form." Now came the part she knew Draco wouldn't like. "On the other hand, pureblood's magic is diluted from generations of being passed down." She saw the argument about to come from him, "let me finish!" She took another sip of her wine. "The second piece of the evidence is the declining sources of this 'earth magic.' With industrial development, destruction of forests and natural landscapes, mankind and wizardkind as well, to a lesser extent, has destroyed valuable sources of earth magic. With this destruction, less earth magic is available to feed wizardkind. 100 years ago, there were plenty natural magical resources to supplement pureblood magic as well as produce fresh, muggleborn magic. Now, there is a shortage. Mother Earth is no longer able to supplement the pureblood lineage and is instead producing less, but stronger muggleborn witches and wizards."
Saturday, Oct. 19th
Theo rolled over and watched his witch sleep. Soft strands of curly, brown hair softly and gently blew away from her face and back again with each breath she took. Theo found he enjoyed watching her sleep, and since he had moved in, watching her sleep had become a regular part of his morning routine. He had always been a morning person and watching the sun rise had been something he enjoyed since his youth. It was so quiet and peaceful. Sunrises at Hogwarts had been particularly magnificent and it was something most of the student body had never witnessed. He didn't mind. It felt like he and the castle had a secret.
After watching this morning's sunrise, he had crawled back into bed. In a few minutes he would get up and start breakfast, but for now he would continue enjoying the view before him. His eyes drifted down from her softly freckled nose to her full, pale red lips. She was starting to come out of her deep sleep. He could tell by the fluttering of her eyelashes as well as her increasing position changes. She let out a slow breath and rolled onto her back, causing the sheet to slip down her torso, leaving her breasts exposed to the soft morning light. As inviting as they were, he didn't want to completely wake her and he wanted to have breakfast ready when she was fully awake. Ignoring the protest of his cock, he climbed out of bed and headed to the kitchen.
LeRoy and Crookshanks were already in their preferred morning spots, awaiting the breakfast treats that had come to be expected. As he pulled everything out of the fridge, he contemplated the past month. It was hard to believe Hermione's birthday had been 30 days earlier. So much had happened since then. As he was pouring his second cup of coffee, Hermione walked up behind him and wrapped her arms around him.
"Good morning," she whispered as she snuggled up to his back.
He turned to face her, leaning down to plant a soft kiss on her lips. "Yes, it is." He replied, with a smile. They both turned their heads towards the floo when they heard it activate.
"Did you see this, Granger?"
Hermione sighed. "Yes, Malfoy. Of course I saw it! I was actually at work yesterday." She rolled her eyes, turning away from Malfoy and smiling back up at Theo who had a bemused expression. He gave her another quick kiss before returning his attention to the stove.
"Well? What do you think? Did you compare it to the UK findings?" Draco was now standing at the island, looking at her expectantly.
She sighed heavily and turned back towards the irritating blonde. "Draco, do you read the memo's I send you?" Her right eyebrow was cocked and she was tapping her foot. "I wrote a complete review and analysis comparing the UK findings with the US. It was placed in the inbox on your desk early yesterday afternoon! I swear you read nothing I put in that bloody box!"
Draco looked at her for a minute and then shrugged. "Well, I wasn't at the office yesterday. So, how about you just tell me what was in the memo?"
Taking a deep breath, reminding herself of her intention to make life as easy for Draco as possible, she begrudgingly recapped the gist of her report. "The UK findings are consistent with the US. Increased squibs, decreasing magical strength of pureblood children, less muggleborns, but increased magical power of those muggleborns." After a brief pause, she added. "It's consistent with the Peruvian report Luna provided as well."
Draco sat down heavily onto one of the island chairs. "So, it's officially a global issue."
Hermione shrugged. "Well, yes...it's certainly a global issue, but I'm sure the actual impact varies depending on the proximity of industrial development and sprawl to magical communities. I'm sure every country is feeling the impact differently, some much more than others."
Draco took the cup of coffee Theo offered him. He pondered the brunette witch sitting across from him. So far everything Hermione had predicted had proven to be true. Magical communities which were closest to cities, industrialized areas and urban sprawl, were exhibiting the lowest magometer readings. Some were almost non-existent. But, communities that were removed from developed areas, were showing better numbers. Unfortunately, magometers hadn't been around very long so there was no way to determine if current readings were lower than 20, 30 or 100 years ago.
Hermione's theory was even more compelling because they weren't only testing magical communities, but random sites as well. Random sites that were found to have magic properties, had varying magometer readings. The readings were lowest near populated and industrialized areas and highest near undeveloped and untouched geographical areas. There was still a tremendous amount of research that was needed, but it was underway and so far that part of Granger's theory was holding up.
After sipping her coffee, Hermione continued. "Now that I've set up teams to test the machines in different areas, I feel I can concentrate on the actual children. I need to organize the data and compare where squibs, mugglemorns, and children born to one or more magical parents, were conceived. It also needs to include the conditions and locations of gestation as well as the location of birth and conditions of childhood."
It was Severus who had pointed out she needed to broaden her comparisons to more than just location of gestation. He had looked over the UK data and instantly felt she was on to something. His support and encouragement had been monumental to her determination that her theory was correct. She had always seeked his approval and now that she had received it, it was like a calming balm to her soul, yet it ignited her excitement as well.
Draco still wasn't sure he believed that earth magic had anything to do with the magical abilities of children or the magic crisis. Her theory went against everything he had been taught and believed growing up. Purebloods bred the strongest magic. It had always been the case! Well...until now. If her theory was correct, it would cause quite a stir in the magical world. She would be criticized and threatened. But, if her theory was correct and her research led to, or paved the way for the magic crisis to be turned around? Well...she would be a hero. A savior of the wizarding world...again.
Draco put down his empty cup and stood.
A surprised expression came over Hermione's face. "You aren't staying for breakfast?"
Draco grinned, a smug look on his face. "My breakfast is being prepared as we speak."
Hermione threw him a questioning look. "Lokee cooking for you?"
Draco wiggled his eyebrows, "Nope. A beautiful blonde wearing nothing but my quidditch jersey and a smile is currently in my kitchen."
Theo turned toward Draco shaking his head. "And you're heeerrreee because?"
Draco's expression went from smug to blank. Then he shook his head as though he were shaking out cobwebs. "Dude, you are soo right! What in Merlin's name am I doing with you two?" He looked from one to the other like they had dragonpox and strutted to the living room where he promptly disappeared through the floo.
Hermione smiled at the now empty fireplace. Draco and Luna were really hitting it off. He had been spending very little time at work and she suspected he was spending his days with the eclectic witch.
Theo put their plates down in front of them. Hermione looked up at him, smiling. "You know, one morning you're going to have to let me cook breakfast for you!"
He shrugged and gave her a boyish grin as he sat and bit a piece of bacon. "Maybe...one day."
She took a bite of toast as she contemplated what she would fix for him. Pancakes with chocolate and whipped cream. How could he say no to that?
His eyes watched her eat and then scanned down her body and back up again. "It's a shame I never played quidditch." A devilish twinkle appeared in his eyes, but she missed it as she was still focusing on her breakfast. "Soo, kitten. Do you still have your Hogwarts uniform?"
Hermione thought as she chewed. "Hmmm, I'm not sure. If I do, it would probably be too small. I've gained a little weight since Hogwarts." She looked from her plate to his face, suddenly comprehending his intent when she recognized that special gleam in his eye. "Seriously?" She asked, rolling her eyes at his obvious excitement.
His eyes and expression suddenly morphed from boyish, devilish gleam, to Dominant, devilish gleam. His tone now demanding, but with a slightly playful flare. "Yes, seriously. Find it. And, I'll look forward to your eye rolling and insubordination when you try it on."
How he did this to her she would never know. Butterflies were once again fluttering away and suddenly she could think of nothing but where that damn uniform could be. She would have to press it and make it look perfect. She chewed a mouthful of egg and looked at him again to find him still watching her with that same Dominant stare. "Tonight, wear it tonight." He instructed, before returning his attention back to his own plate.
Theo showered while Hermione cleaned the kitchen. Using the spells Lexie had taught her, she had the task done in less than a minute or so.
As she walked out of the kitchen and headed to her office, she thought back on the past few weeks. Theo had moved in the very weekend after her birthday. He was keeping his London flat as well, so he really didn't have a lot to move in. She had done some redecorating and organizing to make him feel more like it was his place as well. The office now had two matching desks across the room from each other. The fireplace with sofa and wingback chairs was between them.
She sat her desk and smiled at the Gryffindor book ends Theo had given her for her birthday. They were charmed to move and flap their wings. She liked them but found them distracting sometimes, so she usually disengaged the animation charm until she was done with her work. She leaned back in her chair, her fingers on the chain around her neck. It was 18k gold with a pendant Theo had custom made for her. A lion cub with a serpent coiled around it, protecting it from harm. She remembered with perfect clarity when he gave it to her. They had been dressing, getting ready to go out shopping with their group of friends on her birthday. She had been charming her hair into smooth locks when he walked up behind her. He wished her a happy birthday as he placed it around her neck. She had been speechless. It was so intricate and beautiful. The lion had little rubies for eyes while the snake had emeralds. She had not taken it off since and doubted she ever would.
Looking down at her desk, she opened the folders in front of her. She picked up her quill and got to work.
She was deep in thought when she felt strong hands on her shoulders. "Kitten, you've been working for hours. It's Saturday. I thought maybe we could go somewhere this afternoon, do some exploring."
She looked up at him, her neck stiff and sore. She reached up and started to rub it. "Wow, I feel like I just sat down. What time is it?"
"It's after one," he responded as he started rubbing her neck for her.
She chewed into her bottom lip, looking down at the work in front of her. "I'm in the middle of something, Theo. It will just take me about 30 minutes to get through it and then I'll be at a good stopping point. Does that work?" She smiled softly up at him.
"Sure, I'll be in the living room when you're ready." He kissed her on the top of her head and walked out of their office. She sighed as she watched his delicious retreating form before looking back down at her notes and getting back to work.
She let out a slow breath, pleased with the chart and graphs she had made. All the magical children and squibs born between 1996 and 2001 in the UK were mapped out according to where they lived. She still needed to find out where they were each conceived as well as born and where their mom's lived during gestation. Still, it was a huge accomplishment what she had just gotten done. Now, she just needed the updated reports from the Ministry so that she could add data for 2002 as well. Harry was working on getting them for her as she doubted her old boss would be willing to help her. She would start working on the US data next.
As she stretched ,her thoughts wandered to Theo. Where would he want to explore today? She stood up, charming her Gryffindor bookends back into their animated state, before heading off to find Theo. She was stunned when she walked in the kitchen to see it was getting late judging by the position of the sun. She looked up at the wall clock to see it was 6pm. Shit!
She rushed to the living room, eager to apologize. Theo wasn't there. She dashed through the apartment, unable to find him anywhere. Then she saw it, a note on the island.
Kitten, I had no wish to disturb you but I was going a little stir crazy so I've headed out to do some research for my Dallas book. Don't worry, I'm not upset. I just didn't want to disturb you. Be back later, Love you. - T
Despite his words, she felt incredibly guilty. Suddenly realizing how famished she was, she pulled out some cold cooked chicken left over from a few nights before and chopped it up before tossing it into a large caesar salad. She ate a few pieces of the chicken but decided she would wait and eat dinner when Theo returned. Hopefully, he would be hungry as well.
It dawned on her she hadn't showered all day. As she undressed and stepped into the hot water, her mind drifted back to where it always did, Theo. She would make it up to him. But how? As she rinsed her hair it came to her. She threw a towel around herself and dashed to her trunk in her room. She didn't know if it was in there or not. She would have had no reason to bring it to Dallas and it would be a total fluke if she found it.
She actually squealed with delight when she saw it. Her Hogwarts uniform, there in the bottom of the trunk with her fall clothes. She had brought the trunk to Dallas the prior Sunday thinking she would sort through it and figure out which, if any, fall clothes she would leave in Dallas. Then, she would return the trunk with what she didn't think she would need as well as some of her summer clothes.
The uniform was wrinkled but all pieces were accounted for. She waved her wand over it, making the wrinkles fade, but it still didn't look right. She looked at the clock. 6:30. She had no idea when Theo would return. She tossed on a t-shirt with shorts and dashed to her floo, floo calling Lexie. Thankfully Lexie was home and came through the floo back to Hermione's.
Lexie was dressed to go out in a stunning black mini dress with heels. Hermione had never seen her in a dress before. "Wow, Lexie! You look gorgeous."
The blonde beauty smirked. "Well, Mags like me all gussied up like a show pony, so this is for her."
Hermione nodded, looking the blonde up and down, "Well, you are a show stopper, Lex."
"So, what's the 911," Lexie asked.
Hermione's forehead crinkled. "911?"
Lexie shook her head. "Sorry, No Maj lingo. Emergency. Whatcha need?"
Suddenly remembering why she had floo'd Lexie in the first place, Hermione grabbed her hand and pulled her into the bedroom. She pointed at the uniform. "That! How do I make it look freshly ironed. I need the pleats in the skirt to be perfect."
Lexie picked up the skirt and looked back at Hermione. "Is this a uniform?"
Hermione nodded. "My Hogwarts uniform." She shook her head, "don't ask, just...help?" She pleaded.
Lexie smirked, knowingly and waved her wand over the skirt muttering a spell Hermione had never heard. The skirt suddenly looked brand new and freshly pressed. Hermione grabbed it from her and pulled it on after pulling off her shorts. Hermione then picked up the blouse.
Lexie grabbed it from Hermione before she could put it on. "What a second, this needs work, to."
Once again, Lexie's homemaking magic saved Hermione. Hermione beamed at her blonde friend. Hermione muttered, more to herself than to Lexie, "I'm going to owl Minerva and tell her to add homemaking to the Hogwarts curriculum." Lexie laughed at her friend who was clearly rushing.
Hermione turned to look at herself in the mirror. She needed her tie. She went back to the trunk and pulled out the red and gold tie when an idea came to her. After a moments contemplation she charmed the tie green and silver. She then turned to Lexie. "This as well?"
Lexie shook her head, charming the tie into a crisp, brand new condition. Hermione tied the tie and then pulled out the button up vest. Lexie grabbed it from her and charmed it as well before handing it back to Hermione. Hermione put it on and looked at her reflection again.
Lexie looked her up and down. "This needs work," she said with a sigh. "Step back," she ordered.
Hermione stepped back from Lexie, who continued to look her up and down. A mischievous grin appeared on Lexie's face. "I know exactly what's needed,"
She waved her wand over Hermione's shirt, shrinking it into a fitted style. Then she shrunk the bust some more. Hermione gasped as she looked at herself in the mirror. "Lexie!" She exclaimed. "I look like a common trollop!"
Lexie rolled her eyes. "Well, that's the point isn't it?" Next, Lexie shrunk the vest and then the skirt. the skirt became so short, it barely covered Hermione's bottom.
"Still not right," Lexie muttered. She grabbed a couple hair ties off Hermione's dresser and quickly braided Hermione's hair into two loose braids. She smiled at her masterpiece, "Now for the finishing touch." Suddenly Hermione had an emerald green push up bra trying to bust out of the buttons of her blouse. Lexie contemplated another second before unbuttoning the top button, causing Hermione's trussed up breasts to really show.
Lexie looked down. "Feet. What are you wearing on your feet?" Hermione grabbed some white bobby socks out of her drawer and pulled them on. Then she grabbed her old school shoes out of her trunk which were very worn and scuffed. Lexie shook her head, "Give them to me." Hermione handed them over. When Lexie handed them back, they were perfect and shiny.
Hermione put them on and then turned to her reflection and then back to Lexie before throwing her arms around the blonde witch. "Oh, Lexie, Thank you!"
Lexie smiled back. "Anytime, chicky. Gotta run. You look very fuckable and I'll want details when I see you tomorrow."
Hermione followed her to the floo. "Yes, well thanks. You look very..uh...well fuckable as well. I'll look forward to hearing about your hot date."
Lexie laughed and stepped into the floo, disappearing. Hermione didn't know when Theo would get home, but she knew exactly how she wanted him to find her. She grabbed a clean piece of parchment and wrote on it. She then dashed to her desk and grabbed the prop out of her drawer. She laid it next to the parchment on the island before checking out her reflection one last time. She then dashed back to her office.
Theo floo'd into the apartment, starving. He hadn't eaten all day and hoped Hermione hadn't eaten as well. He walked over to the island, putting the bag with his purchases down, pausing as he saw her writing on the parchment.
"I will keep my word and not keep Professor Nott waiting in the future. I will keep my word and not keep Professor Nott waiting in the future. I will keep my word and not keep Professor Nott waiting in the future." Theo's jaw fell as he realized she had written this out at least 20 times. Then he noticed the ruler next to the parchment. Curious, he picked up the ruler and went in search of his naughty witch. She wasn't in their bedroom so he headed to the office.
His arousal was instant. There she was, standing in front of his desk, hands behind her, head bowed and gaze to the ground. He swallowed as he looked her up and down. Green bra poking out of her tight blouse, slytherin tie and legs for miles in the obscenely short skirt. His jeans felt very tight all of a sudden.
He took a breath and drew himself up into his Dom persona. "So, Miss Granger. Tell me what I should do? How do I make you understand I will not put up with your disrespect and insubordination. "
He could see she was starting to breathe heavy by the rise and fall of her chest. She also had a slight flush creeping over her skin. He walked towards her and paced around her, noting her ass cheeks just peeking out from under the skirt. He took the ruler and slapped it against her thigh. "Widen your stance when you stand before me. Stand up straight, arch your back. You must learn your place, Miss Granger." He grinned as her chest stuck out when she arched her back.
He walked around the front of her, tilting her chin up to his. His face was stern. "What do you have to say for yourself, Miss Granger?"
She swallowed, looking him in the eyes. "I'm sorry, Sir. I'll try to do better next time."
He smirked, "Yes, I imagine you will." He dropped her chin dismissively and continued pacing around her. "But, that doesn't make up for the inconvenience you caused me today, now does it?"
"No, sir, " she mumbled.
"And this uniform, Miss Granger. What kind of a witch walks around in a uniform like this." He walked around behind her. "This skirt is practically an open invitation for a wizard to step up and do this." His hand started to rub her right ass cheek. He lifted the skirt to reveal an emerald green thong to match her bra. She let out a soft moan.
"You sound like you enjoy the feel of a man rubbing your ass, Miss Granger. What kind of witch enjoys her Professor rubbing her ass?"
He walked around to the front of her. "And this blouse! Who could blame a wizard for simply reaching out and stroking the soft, supple flesh you are teasing him with. It would not be his fault if he did this." Suddenly, the front of her blouse was ripped open. She let out another moan of need. "Really, Miss Granger. You are practically begging for it. Is that what you want? You want a wizard to do this?" He reached forward again and manipulated her breasts out the tops of the cups of her bra, so that her erect nipples were now on display. He pinched her nipple and she moaned, loudly. He pulled on her nipple and then slapped her breast with the ruler, causing her to squeal.
Her skin now had a deep flush. "I think you need a spanking, Miss Granger. A spanking for your behavior earlier today and then you need to get exactly what it is you are asking for by walking around the drafty castle dressed like that."
He stepped back form her. "Walk over to my desk, Miss Granger. Put your arms over your head and rest your chest and cheek against the desk. Lift you bottom and be still."
Hermione swallowed, her heart pounding, her panties drenched. She did as instructed. She felt his fingers run along her folds before he ripped the flimsy thong off her. "You will count, Miss Granger. Then you will thank me and ask me for another. Do you understand?"
Her voice was shaky. "Yes, sir."
"I will stop when I feel you have learned your lesson."
Suddenly a sharp sting landed on her right ass cheek. "One. Thank you, sir. Please, may I have another?"
A second sharp sting landed on her left ass cheek. "Two. Thank you, sir. Please, may I have another?"
The third landed on her right cheek again, but not in the same spot as the first. It stung but she was so aroused, she wasn't feeling any pain. After a total of ten swats from the ruler, he stopped. When she counted and asked for another, he sighed. He reached forward, rubbing her folds once again. "You are sopping wet. I think you like being spanked, you filthy, naughty witch. There is only one thing to do with a witch like you."
Hermione heard the sound of a zipper and then the sound of fabric hitting the floor. "Grab onto the desk, Miss Granger. It's my job to show you exactly what your behavior is asking for."
He slammed into her. He must have cast a cushioning charm between her skin and the desk because the desk felt soft all of a sudden. He pulled out and slammed into her again. "Is this what you want, Miss Granger? Because this is what you are asking for" He began to move in and out of her at a punishing rhythm. She moaned and squealed with each thrust. "Listen to you, Miss Granger. You sound like a common whore." His voice was becoming shaky and raw as he felt himself getting close. He pulled her hips back from the desk, wrapping one arm around her, holding her in place as he continued to pound. His other hand reached around and lightly pinched her hard nub. That was all it took. She tensed and moaned as her climax hit, his following right behind.
They both collapsed forward onto the desk, exhausted and limp. Their breathing gradually slowed down to normal, their heart rates as well. He gently kissed her smooth back as he pulled back and away from her. She let out a sigh of disappointment.
"Well, Kitten. You are more than forgiven for earlier. As a matter of fact, please blow me off again next Saturday as well."
Hermione started to laugh, still slumped over the desk. Theo pulled his jeans back on and then wrapped his hands around her hips, pulling her back off the desk. She slid back onto her feet and turned to face him. He was smiling down at her. "Thank you, Kitten. That was a wonderful surprise."
She pushed herself up on her toes and kissed him. "Oh, the pleasure was all mine, Professor Nott."
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