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Deciding to take a leaf out of the book of her dear friend and former professor, R.J. Lupin, Hermione climbed aboard the shiny red steam engine. This time, however, Hermione would be travelling to Hogwarts not as a student, but as their new Transfiguration Professor. The train still held tender memories with every step she took. As she arrived at the compartment she, Ron and Harry had ridden in every year, Hermione’s hand hesitated over the handle before deciding that it would benefit more from bringing together a new bunch of misfit friends.
Feeling a little bit out of place surrounded by students of all ages, it was then that Hermione found a compartment she’d never seen before. The Teacher’s Lounge was written in glittering gold lettering that seemed to welcome her in. It was smaller than the student compartments. Crookshanks yowled from the inside of his wicker basket, never a big fan of being confined.
“Hold on Crooks,” Hermione said as she lifted her trunk onto the luggage rack before turning to unbuckle his basket.
Hermione jumped backwards as a large ball of brilliant orange fur shot out onto the floor, hissing and yowling as he voiced his displeasure. Hermione rolled her eyes at his dramatics.
“Honestly, you make it sound as though I enjoy locking you up in there, darling. Muggles don’t take too kindly to cats running around unsupervised, no matter how clever and handsome they are,” Hermione commented as she scooped Crookshanks up into her arms, nuzzling her face into his soft fur. Sitting down next to the window with Crookshanks now curled up on her lap, purring softly, Hermione tried reading in preparation for her first official week of teaching.
Instead, she found herself distracted by the changing scenery outside. Autumn was slowly making itself known. The leaves were beginning to turn various shades of burning reds, oranges and golds. Gryffindor colours. Hermione was never one for believing in silly trivialities, but if she had for just one second, then she would have taken this for a sign.
The gentle swaying of the train was soothing. Hermione felt her eyes begin to droop as sleep overcame her. A quick kip wouldn’t be the end of the world. If anything, it would be rejuvenating. Welcome feasts tended to drag on, so being fully rested would help keep her alert and attentive.
~*~
“Ahh, Miss Granger. Back in detention, again? How...delightful,” Professor Snape said corners of his mouth twitching in amusement as he slowly circled where she sat, alone at a single desk, eyes staring straight ahead and wearing nothing but her Gryffindor tie.
“This is the fifth time you’ve deemed it pertinent to speak over me during class. You continue to be an irritating thorn in my side. I think it is only just that I teach you some proper manners,” Snape said as he continued to circle, his smile gone. It was replaced by his usual sneer of displeasure as he walked over to his desk, where an assortment of tools had been laid out.
Severus looked longingly at the different whips, paddles and magically enhanced vibrators lay. He ran his long fingers over them before picking up a simple, black, leather flogger. Wrapping his hand around the woven handle, Severus gripped it tight, eyes falling shut as he envisioned image after image of Hermione Granger being bent over her desk whilst he spanked her arse until it was a pretty shade of red.
Spinning around, Severus allowed her chocolate coloured eyes to take in the instrument. Taking joy in the way her eyes widened in surprise. Her mouth opened and shut, her lips and tongue forming words and yet no sound could be heard. That, Severus thought to himself, was one of the joys of a perfectly executed silencing charm. He would be able to enjoy himself without having to listen to her ridiculous ramblings. It would lift in time once she’d learnt to speak only when spoken to. A few swift whacks of the flogger should do it.
“Bend over the desk, Miss Granger,” Severus instructed, moving the flogger back and forth, as anticipation gripped him.
He watched with glee as she rose on shaky legs, chest rising and falling rapidly as she bent over, breasts pressing against the smooth grain of the wood, fingers gripping the edge of the desk tightly. Moving behind her, Severus teased her bare flesh with the flogger, testing her reactions. When she finally relaxed, Severus drew back his wrist and delivered a firm ‘whack’ to her rear. Watching her body jump in response was thrilling, and it sent a jolt of pleasure directly to his groin, urging him on.
Severus continued to spank Hermione until her skin began to blush from the treatment. Satisfied for the moment, Severus pulled his wand out of his sleeve and lifted the silencing charm.
“Are you prepared to listen to me in the future, Miss Granger?” Severus enquired soothing her heated skin with his hands.
“P-professor, please...this is most improper,” Hermione replied, voice trembling as she tried to straighten up.
Severus quickly placed a firm hand to the small of her back, pushing her back down. “I don’t remember giving you permission to stand,” Severus stated, enjoying the sound of the small whimper that escaped her lips.
Hand still on her body, Severus moved until he stood in front of her. “Time to put your mouth to good use, Miss Granger,” Severus said as he unfastened his trousers and allowed them to drop, pooling around his ankles.
Taking a firm grip of his hardening member with one hand, Severus removed his hand from her back and traced her plump lips with his fingers, coaxing her mouth to open. Sliding his fingers into the wet cavern of her mouth, Severus exhaled sharply as her lips wrapped around his fingers and began to suck. He watched her eyes flutter shut, and a blush appear on her cheeks. If he didn’t know any better, Severus would say she was enjoying herself; the dirty little masochist.
Pulling his fingers free from her mouth, he brought his cock to her lips in their place. Severus tangled his fingers in her tight curls as Hermione began sucking and licking at his weeping head. Reaching over her bent body and groaning as he felt his rigid member slip down her throat, Severus stroked her wet folds. Taking pleasure in the wetness that coated his fingers, Severus slid two fingers into her body. In tandem, they worked each other up into a violent frenzy of pleasure, not quite crashing into euphoria.
~*~
The loud, haunting cry of the train’s horn jolted Hermione awake. Crookshanks leapt off her lap onto the seat opposite. Hermione sat in stunned silence as a familiar pulsing heat between her legs made itself known. She wasn’t sure why she had dreamt of her former professor, nor of the compromising position, she had been in. The feel of his fingers inside her had felt real, and the denial of an orgasm had left her feeling frustrated and distracted.
Instead of being attentive to her fellow professors at dinner, Hermione found her gaze constantly drawn down the table to where, the aforementioned occupier of her lust-filled dream sat, eyes glaring at the students before him. Hermione had been surprised to discover that Severus Snape had returned to teaching at Hogwarts, after the war.
She would have thought Hogwarts would be the last place he would have wanted to come back to. Though now, Hermione was glad he had, despite knowing that he would never be interested in a know-it-all-swot like her. Especially considering she was a former student. Their relationship must remain professional at all times. That meant no more sexy dreams or fantasies of him taking her in the restricted section of the library. And she should probably look somewhere else before she was branded a stalker.
Hermione had yet to discover that their relationship would become anything but professional and that not only would the dream on the train be fulfilled, but it would happen time and time again.